#Join us geo...

[iloveacronix]

NEW PFP OF AN OLD MAN WHO IVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE !!!! (but I’ll allow it because he looks hot)

YEAGGGGGGG JOIN US GEO

He's so awesome sauce I hope he lives for a thousand years and never dies and gets 50+ hours of screentime and lives happily ever after

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Man instagram has gotten so much worse since I stopped going on it as much

And unfortunately dogblr is kinda dead these days so I'm not getting as much dog content as I would like here

But instagram is a fuckin headache

[friendsafforestation]

"OPERATION SCI-FI" Worldwide Cache Hide Think Tank #saskatoon

[hamadisthings]

HELP US STOP CHAT CONTROL!

If you live in the EU, you absolutely need to pay attention to what's to come. What is Chat Control, you may ask? In a (failed) attempt to combat child abuse online the EU made Chat Control, Chat Control will result in getting your private messages and emails to be scanned by artificial intelligence aka AI to search for CSAM pictures or discussion that might have grooming in there. And on top of having your private conversations handed to AI or the police to snoop in, like your family pictures, selfies, or more sensitive pics, like the medical kind, only meant to be seen by your doctors, or the "flirtatious" kind you send to your partner, you either have to ACCEPT to be scanned...or else you will be forbidden from sending pictures, videos, or even links, as said here.

Kids should absolutely be protected online, without question, but the things that Chat Control gets wrong is that this is a blatant violation of privacy, without even considering the fact that AI WILL create tons of false positives, this is not a theory, this is a fact. And for all the false positives that will be detected, all of them will be sent to the police, which will just flood their system with useless junk instead of efficiently putting resources to actual protect kids from predators.

It also does not help that politicians, police officers, soldiers etc will be exempt from Chat Control if it passes. If it's for the sake of protection, shouldn't everyone get the same treatment? Which further prove that Chat Control would NOT keep your data of private life safe. Plus, bad actors will simply stop using messenger apps as soon as they know they're being tracked, using more obscure means, meanwhile innocent people will be punished by using those services On top of this, the EU also plans on reintroducing Data retention called "EU Going Dark". Both Chat Control and EU Going Dark are clear violation of the GDPR, and even if they shouldn't stand a chance in court, its not going to prevent politicians from trying to ram these through as an excuse to mass surveil European citizens, using kids as a shield. Even teenagers sending pictures to each other won't be exempt, which entirely goes against the purpose of protecting kids by retaining their private photos instead. Furthermore, once messaging apps are forced to comply with Chat Control, the president of Signal, a secured messaging app with encryption, have confirmed that they will be forced to leave the EU if this is enforced against them.

If Chat Control also ends up targeting any websites with the option of private messages, you better expect Europe to be geo-blocked by any websites offering such function. I would also like to add that EU citizens were very vocal in the fight against KOSA, an equally bad internet bill from the US-- and it showed! Which is why we heavily need the help of our fellow US peers to fight against Chat Control too, so please, because we all know if it passes, the US government will take a look at this and conclude "Ooh, a way to force mass surveillance on citizens even more than before? don't mind if I do!" It's always a snowball effect.

KEEP IN MIND THE EUROPE COUNCIL WILL LIKELY VOTE ON CHAT CONTROL THIS 19 JUNE OF NEXT WEEK TO SEE IF IT WILL ENTER TRILOGIES OR NOT. Even if it does enter Trilogues, the fight will only be beginning. Absentees may not count as a no, so it is crucial that you contact your MEPs HERE, as well as HERE, and you can also show your support for Edri's campaign against Chat Control HERE.

You can read more on Chat Control here as well, and you can find useful information as to which arguments to use when politely contacting your MEP (calling is better than email) here, and beneath you will find graphics you can use to spread the word!

YOU CAN ALSO JOIN OUR DISCORD SERVER (linked here) TO HELP ORGANIZE AGAINST CHAT CONTROL NON EU PEOPLE ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO JOIN TOO!

https://discord.gg/FPDJYkUujM

PLEASE REBLOG ! NON EU PEOPLE ARE ENCOURAGED TO REBLOG AS WELL CONTACT YOUTUBERS, CONTENT CREATORS, ANYONE YOU KNOW THAT MAY HELP GET THE WORD OUT ! Let's fight for our Internet and actually keep kids safe online! Because Chat Control and EU Going Dark will only endanger kids.

PLEASE REBLOG! NON EU PEOPLE ARE ENCOURAGED TO REBLOG AS WELL CONTACT YOUTUBERS, CONTENT CREATORS, ANYONE YOU KNOW THAT MAY HELP GET THE WORD OUT !

Let's fight for our Internet and actually keep kids safe online! Because Chat Control and EU Going Dark will only endanger kids.

[thedarknesslord]

SAGAU but you're saved by characters from other Self-Aware games

TW: It's SAGAU, so expect some violence, religious themes, and pratically everything you can expect from SAGAU itself. Plus, this is before we get to know who the Pyro Archon is.

"IMPOSTOR!"

"DEATH TO THE USURPER!"

"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FOREVER!"

At this point, you've lost count of how many times you've heard those words once the "Hunt for the Imposter" began.

You've heard them numerous times before. The moment you arrived in a world you once thought to be a game. The moment you got sent to Hell when that damn drunken driver smashed right into your car.

Now, the Demons that you once thought were Angels in your eyes hunted you throughout all of Teyvat, treating you like the worst criminal in all of existence.

You know the first place you arrived Mondstadt, but the rush from running away for god knows how many days left your memories somewhat blurry. That, and all the pain and wounds you received from the Genshin cast.

All over this weird belief that you were a "False Creator".

*WHOOSH!*

A blinding pain interrupts from your thoughts. You scream in agony as you abruptly fall to the ground, shocked by the sight of an arrow lodged in your leg. Most likely Vent-no, Barbatos. That's who the bard really was.

Tears stream down your face as you see the horde of people with raw, indistinguishable looks of contempt directed towards you. You could recognize them all; Lisa, Kaeya, Yae Miko, hell, you even spotted Tartaglia in there.

Accompanying them where the Gods of Teyvat. The Archons themselves, or atleast, the ones you knew were officially Archons. From Morax, Ei, Barbatos (Who giggled as he saw his arrow lodged on the target) and even the Tsaritsa herself. Her appearance being similar to the one drawn by one Astruma2.

(A/N: You can check it out here!)

"Ehe!~ Oops, did that hurt?" Barbatos sneered, a sadistic glee in his eyes that would be out of place in the drunken bard you use to love. The supposed "God of Freedom" approaches your beaten form alongside his fellow gods.

"Usurper. For the longest time, you have refused to atone for the biggest sin imaginable; stealing the face of the Almighty Creator. Your mockery of the Divine has come to its end. It is time to pay for your crime." Raiden Ei's stern voice spoke to your sobbing body, hand clenching the Musou Isshin, which was crackling with purple lightning. Fitting for an Electro user.

Tears continued dripping down your face. Was this really it? Was this how you would die? Stuck here? Or would you come back to your world after perishing?

Approaching you with a Polearm held in his hand, was your "Executioner." You perked up when the steps stopped in front of you. Deciding to at least see who it was, your eyes went up before locking view with the golden orbs of the Lord of Geo. Morax looked down on you with pure disgust, seemingly restraining himself from striking you down right here and now.

"This ends now, you filthy heretic. The taint you have put on The Divine Grace's name with your mocking flesh shall finally end right here. Prepare to join your sinful brethren at the Abyss." Snarled the God of Contracts, pointing the Vortex Vanquisher at your head.

Part of you knew that some of them wanted to torture you even further (Mostly that damn Fatui Doctor who you simped for), but after all the time you also expected them to end this cat and mouse game once and for all.

"NO! STOP!" Called out the Traveler, trying to push through the crowd alongside Paimon. From the moment you fell to Teyvat, they remembered your aura. It was the same one guiding them from the moment you started playing. They tried numerous times to find you, but your desperation for survival stopped that from happening.

Tears fall from your eyes as you close them and take a deep breath, before giving up. Whether you go back to your world once you die or not doesn't matter, you're free from this whole disaster. You're tired, and you can finally rest after all this time.

Staring at Morax eye to eye, you give him the order.

"Just do it already."

However, it seems like Fate had order plans for you.

"Epsilon! Abstract Tragedy!"

A unfamiliar voice to you, with a French-tinged English, calls out before flashing lights appear and an invisible force hits the Archons, pushing them back. You and the crowd can only stare in shock as a white, floating ring appears; Apparently the cause behind the attack.

"C'mon Kris! We gotta help them!"

Another voice proclaims, and you hear as presumably two people run towards you, trying to get you up. The shock you were in fades away, as you stare at the tanned face of a cat; One from a very, very familiar game that broke your heart.

....Niko?

"(Y/N), please! We need to get away from them!" Niko cries out in distress, the sight of your battered body bringing tears to their eyes. Out of all the ways they expected their reunion with you after you helped them go home, this was definitely not how it should've gone down.

You just stare dumbfounded at them, before a constant tug at your arm makes you makes you turn to a side, this time being greeted by a certain Lightner in a knight-like armor staring at you with a single red eye.

Kris!?

Kris just stared at you with a solemn look. While they weren't exactly happy about you controlling their body, they knew something was odd when you simply didn't appear one day. Soon enough, they now had to travel to this world with two others in order to save you from the hell you were currently living. They had to admit; Kris had grown used to your presence, and while they wanted you to stop using them like a puppet, what was happening to you now was beyond cruel.

They tugged your arm before pointing backwards, indicating that you all needed to get out. You simply nodded, as you quickly got back to your senses and got back up to your feet, albeit with some difficulty with your injuries. Your two protectors let out a breath in relief, before Niko shouted at the person who stopped your would be murderers, "Batter! We got them, try and fend them off while you can!"

As the duo rushed to get you out, your eyes went back to the mob that was hunting you down, and just like Niko described, yet another character from a self-aware game you once played was there to help you. This time it a rather tall, monochromatic baseball player with three floating rings serving as his Add-Ons. The same one you had helped to purify his broken world.

Batter!

The Batter glared with his four eyes, a look of sheer anger in all of them. He had sensed you were in danger; how could he not? He was your loyal puppet, after all. During the time you guided him, he had sworn to protect you should you ever somehow be in danger. And after a long hibernation in the Nothingness, that time had come now. Now, these filthy criminals shall pay for their crimes against you.

"Repent while you can, corrupted Guardians. For I am the Judgement that has come to punish you for your countless sins." His Ashley Bat held tightly in his hands, Batter prepared himself for a battle, intending on giving his two new "partners" time to help his God escape far from here.

As the Archons wielded their weapons, his Add-Ons floated besides him, all three ready to help them like they always had. He had purified the Guardians of his world, alongside the many specters invading it. Thanks to you, he had reached Level 50; the maximum he could get. It would take these fools a miracle to finally end him.

Before giving out the first attack, Batter only let out three simple words:

"Purification in Progress..."

(A/N: Phew! Hope y'all enjoyed this little thing I made! It honestly saddened that there weren't any other SAGAU post that implemented games that were actually self-aware like, say, OFF or Deltarune. Thus, this was made! Oh and don't worry about Batter, he makes it out fine :D)

[atrophiedemotion]

escapism vs reality in alien stage

in this post (elaborated greatly by geo's tags as well) i mentioned a big sua/till parallel i noticed (but didn't go into much detail because i didn't want to derail the post lol), and i wanted to go into more detail on that and the overall reality vs fantasy theme alnst has going.

sua & till both use their love for mizi as a form of escapism. sua's love for mizi and the weight of her knowledge of their universe causes her to create a safe (fake) bubble for her and mizi to exist in & makes it as perfect as it can be before they're out of time. till uses his love & admiration for mizi as a beacon of hope, as motivation to go on despite how horribly he's treated in day to day life. mizi is the brightness in both of their dull lives.

this view of mizi as a hopeful, optimistic sort-of deity sheds light onto an entire theme of alien stage, escapism vs reality. it also shows that mizi & ivan, in this specific instance, are antitheses of each other.

mizi, as a character, symbolizes hope and escapism. she is the only character out of the main four that didn't understand the exact conditions of their world due to how she was raised. she does not fully grasp how horrifying the alnst universe is until she watches sua die, which is the inciting incident for the entire series. escapism isn't possible anymore, but hope is still there when she gets rescued by hyuna and joins the rebellion.

ivan, on the other hand, literally symbolizes truth and the reality of their world. since he was born he understood the cruelty the segyein are capable of and knows exactly where he stands in the world. he is seen to be fatalistic and even nihilistic. his death, which he sees as an inevitability, is the second inciting incident (the one where everything goes to shit chaos afterward). it is a brutal reminder of the truth of alien stage to both the characters and the audience.

sua & till actively seek out mizi as solace in their pain, and they both actively avoid ivan (in their own ways) and the connections he has to reality.

sua avoids ivan because, well, he's mean to her, but mostly because he's not even trying to be mean, he's just objectively right and she doesn't want to hear it. he is a reminder not only of the cruel world they live in but her own 'twistedness'. he reminds her that she is not solely the fantasy she's created with mizi, but someone with unavoidable knowledge of the inevitable (as well as someone who is willfully keeping this information from an unknowing mizi).

till avoids confronting his feelings for ivan and confronting ivan in general because ivan confuses him. his feelings for ivan aren't cut and dry in the way his feelings for mizi are, because ivan is and always will be tied to pain and suffering for till (their first meeting in the auction shop, their miscommunication/strange relationship, the fact that ivan is the only one who sees him at his most vulnerable, etc). ivan's death forces him to confront these feelings (for ivan & about their world in general) but even then he's repressing them until he physically can't anymore.

mizi is escapism & hope, literally realized because she escapes. ivan is reality & a representation of the fate of alnst contestants, literally realized through his death.

it doesn't end there, though. sua & till are escapists running from reality (with diverging paths that are both narratively important in their own ways), while mizi represents escapism & ivan represents reality. along similar lines, but going a step further, hyuna & luka showcase these exact themes.

hyuna is the legitimate showcase of hope, of freedom. she is a free human (as free as you can get in the alnst universe) and the leader of a human rebellion focused on uprising as a race against the segyein.

luka is the perfect example of compliance within reality. he is now a two time alien stage champion and the definition of a pet, no matter how he actually feels.

hyuna & luka are similar to, but a step beyond, mizi & ivan. mizi symbolizes escapism, but she is faced with reality and must grapple it, while hyuna is freedom personified (albeit with demons of her own). ivan symbolizes reality, but he still yearns for something he thinks he'll never have, while luka completely shuts off those emotions because he knows they will only jeopardize his chances of survival.

the characters of alien stage perfectly embody one of the core themes of alien stage, the discrepancy between fantasy and truth, and the way those can coincide in a world.

[aliengirlnini]

Tkatb headcanons!

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Sol

The type of person tu cut in line

Got that roblox cheat mod

Sometimes he walks around with both hands inside of his pocket to look cool and mysterious but get made fun of instead

Would say something religious when crowe is around just to piss him off while knowing that crowe is an atheist

If he sits on a grass field he literally cannot stop himself from plucking the grass

Crowe

Bite his nails only when he is super anxious

Used to wear glasses in middle school but take them off after a few months cuz he thinks he looks ugly

Got a few light burn scars on his hands because he always forget to wear an oven gloves while baking something

Thinks video game can cause violence

Bought a professional camera to take pictures of himself near an open water area but accidentally knocked the camera down and it fell onto the water like mr. harrington did from that one scene in spiderman far from home

Geo

"ts pmo" on a video of happy family

Watch tv shows drama with a straight face, no emotions whatsoever. He said he doesn't like it but prosesed to watch another episode. (especially those love triangle dynamic when a poor, broke ass girl likes a guy from a rich family and there's always this one bitch that get in the way of their relationship)

Before getting a septum piercing, he was thinking about getting a bridge piercing but changed his mind (it would look really cool if he actually got one)

Always got a lavender scented hand sanitizer with him (his ass would NOT share it with anyone bruh)

Apply medicated oil 24/7 even when he's completely fine

Hyugo

Lost appetite if his food touches eachother. Not in a rice touch the curry way but in a slice of watermelon touches the chips way

Participated in that one clown sighting incident back in 2016

Can't control his mouth and would make fun of everyone and everything but feels guilty asf right after

"Ermm... professor, you forgot about the homework🤓☝" Only if he did his homework but will hate another person who said it when he didn't do his

He likes to spray paint random words and shapes on an abandoned building wall

Deryl

Always pushed people to the ground on accident at the cafeteria because he moves a LOT. Like, his hands and arms doesn't get any breaks

Show people "cursed image" from pinterest everyday and expect them to genuinely laugh

Loves surfboarding

The middle seat in the back of a car is his favorite

He is very easy to scare. Tell him that sonic exe is going to sneak into his house at 3am, he'll shit his pants even if he knows it's not true

Brittney

She has a camcorder/old phone with her everytime and everywhere to record random stuff or generally just blogging

Would ask the group to participate in a dancing trend with her (geo is forced to join)

Collect crystals. Her favorites are rose quartz and agate

DIY queen. Clothes, accessories, room decor, gifts, and much more

Anything red velvet flavoured? She devours them all

Jessie

Her #1 fictional crush is reagan ridley from inside job

Eat seafood boil everyweek with the gang (since it's canon that she loves seafood) + i feel like jess wouldn't like eggs so she gives them to deryl instead (he needs the protein!)

Has lactose intolerant

I just know she has a lot of posters hanging on her walls

Mostly buy organic stuff or food/drink/snacks etc etc with little to no ingredients. Chocolate? She only eat the one with 85% cacao, no sugar, no gluten, no soy ingredients no additives, no artificial shit, no chemicals no anything that is not organic

[shomixremix]

AT MERCY OF THE SAVIOURS

this is basically just gangfucking my team in genshin. but i do have one hot team, at least!

and thank you all sm for 100 followers!! this is like a little special for that occasion hehe

tags: zhongli, itto, alhaitham, wriothesley, female! reader, smut, gangbanging, blowjob, rough sex, creampie

-> listen. i do not know how or why the ex-geo archon turned businessman, a feral demon from inazuma who says fuck you to the authorities, a badass scholar from sumeru who's done with everyone and the count of criminals from fontaine would ever be in a same place let alone doing the same thing, yet here they are, gang-fucking the reader.

(can you imagine how much smuttier this will get once i pull for neuvillette)

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

"mhh, fuck, so good, doll.." wriothesley grunted as he fucked you from the back, pounding into you with a steady pace. his thick fingers squeezed your meaty hips, sternly holding you in place. his thick cock was entering, no, abusing your greedy hole, each time making sure you could feel every single one of his inches dragging harshly against your plushy walls.

you tried to moan, scream, make any sound from how good he felt - but you couldn't, not with zhongli's dick so deep in your throat.

"yes..." the ex-archon sighed, a couple of beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "you feel otherworldly, my dear. keep on sucking like that for me, hm?"

his words thick with praise made your pussy throb and clench around the man dicking you down, your legs and arms quivering. propped up only on your hands and knees, ass met with wriothesley's balls every time he thrusted in and mouth wrapped entirely on zhongli's shaft, you weren't sure if you even had the strength to hold yourself up any more.

you were cockdrunk from the way you could feel zhongli's tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, your numerous moans sending vibrations through his length so deliciously. even though your mouth was entirely filled with him, you still managed to whine and whimper, a little bit of drool dripping from your mouth.

"mmpphh, zhongli! z-zhongli!!"

in the process of focusing on giving the dragon adeptus the best head of his entire immortal life, you didn't realize you were neglecting your other lover, the one who was bullying your gummy g-spot with every trust and making you cream around him for the nth time. and the duke of criminals was having none of that.

"i'm glad you think at least one of us is doing a good job at satisfying you, slut" he almost growled out a sarcastic comment, rubbing the soft cheeks of your milky ass. suddenly, he slapped it hard, bottoming out in you with a loud smack! and picking up his pace.

"hey, don't- ahh, fuck, don't talk to her like that! she's s' pretty, yeah, such a pretty girl... needs that perfect ass grabbed and fucked full, not hurt, yeah? you understand what i'm sayin', right, bro?" a familiar voice joined in on the conversation, his loud voice coming out in breathless pants as he warned wriothesley. even though you couldn't see him, you knew that the oni was watching you get fucked by these two men, roughly jerking his monster cock.

"shut it, itto" another voice chimed in, scolding the large demon. "she can take it. she's tougher than she looks; don't let those puppy-like eyes deceive you. it wouldn't even surprise me if this was what she wanted all along: to be spanked and punished as she begs for more. not to even mention the way there's four of us here and she's only paying her sweet attention to just one... i believe that behavior is suitable for a good punishment."

ahh, the all too familiar voice of the fourth man sitting beside the oni, a long cock in the scholar's hand as he slowly stroked himself to the sight of you being fucked out by the others. you whined around zhongli from how rough they were treating you, feeling a little bit guilty for neglecting wrio and putting all of your attention on the geo archon.

"they might be right, love" zhongli hums as he fucks your mouth, immensely enjoying how you take all of him in your throat so eagerly.

"you have been beyond good for me, darling, but i think it's time we let someone else take their turn, hm? i have already had my fun with you, i believe it is time i let our friend, mister wriothesley, gain your full attention... what do you think, dear?"

all you could do was let out a whine around his tip, displeased that you'll have to say goodbye to his warmth and his rock-hard cock that so nicely filled your mouth... on the other hand, you felt guilty and ashamed for neglecting wriothesley, who jealously and feverishly thrusted into you, staying quiet.

"oh, don't be like that, love... one more, and you're all mister wriothesley's. do you understand?" even though his tone made your head fuzzy, you knew damn well that was an order, a warning of some sort. you nod eagerly, sucking at his sensitive veins as you feel how the fontainian man fucks you eagerly.

"she's close, shit!" wrio hums to the rest of them, talking about you as if you weren't even there. "just finish on her face and mouth already so i can give her what she needs."

something about the thought of another spilling all of himself over your pretty face and in your plump mouth made itto's cock twitch in his hands. archons, how that thought brought feelings of jealousy mixed with excitement…

"very well" regarded zhongli, holding the back of your head as he thrusted hard in your mouth. you gave it your best to give him pleasure, gently swirling your tounge around all his most sensitive spots and relaxing the tense muscles of your throat. as soon as you relaxed and let him thrust a little deeper, zhongli groaned out your name and released his hot pleasure in your mouth. you couldn't help but eagerly gulp down everything he gave you, a little bit of it spilling from the corners of your plump lips.

you released him from your mouth with a pop! and he petted you hair, looking down at you with nothing but adoration in his tourmaline eyes.

"there. so well-behaved for me." zhongli praised through a hum, soothing your cheek gently with his thumb. his head slightly raised, now turned to the man still balls-deep inside your cushy cunt.

"she's all yours, mister wriothesley." the dark-haired man hums in acknowledgement, quickly changing your position and tossing you on your back. your hands fly to his head, gently holding him between your palms.

"mmphh, wrio.." you moan softly, your fingers gently dancing through his thick, black strands.

"oh, so now you know how to moan my name, doll?"

your hips buck up to his eagerly, begging for more movement. you were just on the very brink of your peak, sososo unbelievably close-

"need something?" he asks, completely still inside you. you nod feverishly, blabbing and moaning as you look up at his pretty, simply hypnotic eyes.

"mhm!! need to come, please wrio, need to come so bad-!"

he smirks and it's mischievous yet alluring, and it stirs something deep within you - almost a fear that he will not give you what you oh so desperately want.

"work for it, then." he simply says, in one swift motion turning you around so that you were on top, seated snuggly on his painfully hard dick.

your eyes widen as he manhandles you into a cowgirl position, his hands still bruising your hips.

"noooo" you whine, unhappy that you'll have to do all the work as he simply gets to lay back and enjoy!

"please! i can't, i don't want to, i want- mph, i just want- ohh!" you whined and begged but to no avail. his rough palms once again met your ass, giving it a spank. it hurt, but the sting of it felt so good.

"the only way you're getting anything is to do as i say, doll. now, why don't you move those pretty hips if you wanna come so badly?"

another spank, making you hiss out in pain. the demon sitting across from the both of you immediately reacted, unsure whether he could take any more of looking at you being hurt for wrio’s and alhaitham's selfish pleasure.

"hey, hey, dude! don't be sucha' asshole! i told ya', she needs to be loved on more, yeah? yeahhh, look at that pretty, fucked out face! like yeah, sure, she's bein' just a tiny bit bratty, but c'mon, other ways to solve that exist, bro! i mean, how can you deny when a woman as gorgeous and sexy as her begs you to make her cum?! simple answer - ya’ don’t! you do as she says! every idiot knows that!"

you blush at the oni's words, a warmth wrapping around you. he was so sweet, and the sight of his big palm roughly squeezing his impossibly large dick was even sweeter.

"let him do what he wishes, itto" alhaitham snarls, gently stroking himself, in contrast with his demon friend whose hand was moving up and down his shaft fast. "I understand that she’s your girlfriend, but she's on his lap, after all"

the oni grunted in defeated, mumbling something about how "it wasn't fair that it wasn't his turn yet" and "girls like you can't be treated so harshly" as he sat back down. with zhongli leaving for the baths to properly clean his skin of mixed slick, there were only three of them fucking you now. which meant itto could get his hands on you all the faster.

meanwhile, you start grinding yourself on wrio's lap, desperately trying to bounce on his cock but you can't. you're so close to your high that your pussy is greedily squeezing wrio in, and his impossible girth mixed with your neediness isn't letting you move at all. in attempt to get any pleasure, you start moving in circles, clamping down on him with every move.

"holy fuck..." wriothesley sighs, throwing his head back. the way your cunt spasmed around him made him just a little closer to his release, and his hips started bucking into yours. archons, he needed to finish so badly...

three more bucks into you and he came, shutting his eyes tight and letting all of his cum release into your more than willing womb. that put you over the edge, falling on him from exhaustion.

you couldn't even rest for a second more, a pair of arms not belonging to the duke of criminals pulling you off his body.

"that's enough" the scribe announced as he pulled your still-sensitive body in his hold, "it's my turn with her".

"fuck off!" wrio cussed at his friend, grabbing a hold of you. "who said i was done?"

"when did i ask if you were done?" alhaitham commented, snatching you away from the fontainian's arms. itto tried to resolve things:

"hey, hey, dudes, let's not fight, yeah? no need to! we'll just let her decide, alright?" the two men fighting over you grumbled to themselves in a displeased manner, but ultimately agreed that it was fair and right for you to decide.

"so, whaddya' say, baby? who do you want in between those pretty, sexy legs?"

you thought for a moment, looking between the three men, all impossibly hard and longing for you.

"it's 'haitham's turn..." you say quietly, earning a big smirk from the sumeru man. he pulls you to him, rather excited that he was the one you chose.

"but" you announce as you're pulled in alhaithams arms, "it's not fair to the rest of you guys..." itto's patience ran thin as he sat back down, angrily fucking his fist in quick, desperate motions. why’d he ever have to allow his friends to fuck you like this?

"fuck, love bug, fine... 'ts okay, i'll..." he had to gulp down his spit to be able to say this, unsure if he was even correctly hearing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"i'll let them do ya', sweets. a deal’s a deal"

when itto made that stupid bet with his more-than-willing friends and put a night with you on the line, he certainly didn’t expect that he’d be the one sitting it out. he was your boyfriend, for Inazuma’s sake, he should be the one buried in you, not the one jerking off the entire night because he can’t get to you!

even though it was ripping his heart apart, itto thought it was right to ignore his selfish needs and let the two of them go first. you were their prize, after all, and arataki itto was nothing if not an honest man who kept his word. that was one of the qualities he had promised grandma oni to keep, and he certainly wasn’t letting up now.

"but itto... that's so unfair to you.. i can see that you're hurting pretty bad..."

his dick was weeping for your attention. somehow, no matter how hard he tried, jerking off didn't go anywhere, always leading him to a place of very precum-sticky hands and no orgasms.

still, he brushed it off, waving his hand in a shoo-ing manner.

"no sweat, baby. i can wait a lil' longer, yeah? you just say there and be good for my pals, hm? hey, i tried to stop 'em, but if you go overboard they are really gonna punish you, baby, and they won't be as nice as me!"

oh, nobody was as nice as him. his words laced with adoration for your body, desperation for your warmth and thirst for your touch drove you insane. no matter how much you'd like having two gorgeous men as alhaitham and wrio fucking you, your mind still couldn't get over the fact that this sweet demon just went against all of his primal urges, just so you'd be able to be with who you want for the night and so his friends get completely satisfied.

"and what if she can't go on after this, itto? i stopped counting her orgasms after six, and she has come quite a few times since then..." alhaitham asked, worried for his demon friend and the fact that he might be left with blue balls and an excruciatingly painful dick.

itto growled low, shutting his eyes. fuck, this whole situation was unfair and it hurt. both physically and emotionally. itto was the one who wanted you the most, who loved you the most, why'd he have to suffer with not getting you at all?!

"if her pretty pussy really can't take any more after us, she'll be good and help arataki at least with some nice head, yeah?" you nodd feverishly at wrio’s question. you'd do anything to help your generous and selfless boyfriend feel good.

thirty minutes later, your legs were far apart, making enough space for the two men to both fuck your greedy whole.

"shit! so tight, fuck!" the scribe's and wrio's moans about how good you felt certainly felt like salt in the wound for arataki. he sat a little from you with a pout on his face, his slowly-softening dick laid in his palm as he watched you take the two of them, at the same time.

"hah-ah! mphhr.. itto..? why don't you- ah! mmm, wrio! tham! why don't you help yourself, at least a little bit? ooh~" you asked through a wrecked moan, feeling immensely guilty for leaving your love hanging.

"i'm good, baby" he muttered, a displeased look on his face, "can't come if it's not in you, anyway"

those words shoot you right through the heart, melting your insides completely and you come hard, milking the two men inside you. they both quickly follow your lead, spurting ropes of white inside you and stuffing you fully.

the two of them removed themselves from your body, leaving you shivering and full, spread out on the bed. Itto noticed your fucked-out expression, chuckling to himself.

“hah, feels good, doesn’t it, sweets? did ya’ say thanks to my pals for fillin’ you up, hm?”

you turn your head over to where alhaitham and wriothesley rested, giving them a soft smile. you mouth a meek “thank you”, too tired to even speak.

“let’s get ya’ all cleaned up-” your boyfriend starts to get up to go to the bathroom, yet your words make him stop instantly.

“itto” you moan, as if there was nothing else for you in this world but him, “i-itto”

he turns around to look at you, an amused and a little shocked smile on his face. “that’s me, love bug, the one and oni! whatdya need?”

you look at him through your thick eyelashes, a gleam of lust in your eyes. 

“need you” you whimper, “really really really need you”

with those words, he’s immediately on you, nestling himself between your plushy thighs.

“awwww, there’s my pretty girl!” he exclaims excitedly, his palms on each side of your head as he presses kisses all over you. “i’m here, baby, i’m here. i gotcha.”

oh, no matter how good any of his friends felt, itto will forever be your favorite. not only because intercourse with him is pure love-making, filled with adoration and love you have for each other, but also because itto fucked like the big, beefy demon he is - rough and fast.

“ohhh… itto-oh..” you moaned as he slowly eased his tip inside your gaping hole, trying not to be overly rough right out of the gate - but he can’t, there’s no way after he’s been edging himself for hours. his hips snap into yours and he bottoms out in you, making you scream out in ecstasy.

you were amused by it all, really. just ten minutes ago you were taking two above-average cocks inside and doing just fine, and now you’re struggling to take your boyfriend’s cock? itto laughed at how you struggled, soothing your sides gently.

“aww, sweets, still so tight? three dicks haven’t loosened you f’ me, baby?” you whine in embarrassment, arms locking around your boyfriend’s large neck. your pussy pulsated and spasmed around him, sore muscles trying to accommodate his enormous size.

he started moving slightly, rocking into you with gentleness and warmth. itto pressed loving, eager kisses trailing all the way from your eyelids to your collarbone, trying to get you to rest and enjoy after hours worth of rough sex. 

three minutes of him moving and you were already seeing stars. Itto was so big, so thick and deliciously long, that just his shallow thrusts could hit all the right spots in you. he hissed as you clamped down on him again:

“shit, love bug, easy there, baby! already milking me, fuck! don’t ya’ do that, sweets, or i won’t be able to control myself, ‘kay?”

he groaned into your ear, warming you with the weight of his large, warm body on top of yours. even though he warned you not to, you couldn’t help but tighten on him and whimper for more. his thrusts changed their pace from slow and loving to erratic and careless, fucking into you like all he wanted was to breed you full.

“ahhh… mhh.. none of them could fill ya’ like i can, baby… yeah? and none of them could make you feel good, hm? this pretty little cunt needs me to fill her up, yeah? breed her nice and good, like no one ever before, right? mphh.. like no one ever will.. mine, sweets, all of this is just f’ me..” he groaned into your ear as he fucked you, his big palms sliding down to your ass and giving you a light squeeze.

suddenly, you clamp down on him hard, making him lose his composure. his hips stutter and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he finally reaches his high after a whole evening of torture, burying himself as far deep as possible and draining those pretty balls inside you. it felt so good - and you knew it did, by the small tears of pleasure in the corners of his eyes.

he stuffed you so full that you were sure it would make your stomach bulge, it had to! your boyfriend fell on you once he came, nuzzling his face in your skin. after a few minutes of deep breaths and cuddling, itto sat up:

“wanna go get cleaned, love bug? I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t wanna sleep bein’ this sticky!”

you smirk mischievously, putting a gentle hand on his meaty, exposed tigh. instead of getting up like he had asked, you slide down to your knees, in between his legs.

“what… what are you doing, baby?”

you paw at his cock once again, beginning to harden in your hand once again.

“mh… wanna say sorry for makin’ you wait, itto… wanna be good…”

and good you were, giving him all the attention he missed earlier that evening.

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Description: Hey I just had an adorable idea from the anime tadaima okaeri, specifically the ending of episode 3, where the main characters discovered they were going to have a second child because of their first born, so I was wondering how would the genshin impact men react to this kind of situation

Notes: CW brief mentions of fertility issues on Childe's end, accidental pregnancy in Neuvillette's This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. Reader can carry children but no pronouns are used.

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Childe

Man is overjoyed you’ve got one kid

Honestly wasn’t sure he could have them, between Abyssal contamination and the overall abuse his body has withstood

Plus his delusion

When he found out you were pregnant the first time, he actually cried

He wishes he could be with you two more often, but he has a duty to the Tsaritsa

And of course, now, to create a better world for your little one

It’s when he comes home from Fontain, all battered and bruised, that you find out you’re pregnant with your second

You join them and your kid starts talking to your belly about the story

Ajax, remembering how is own siblings did that before the birth of the next, immediately asked if you were pregnant

You jokingly scold your child for spoiling the surprise and Ajax pulls you into a big hug, crushing your child in the middle

You’re worried he’ll pull a stitch, and your child is complaining about being squished

But he’s ecstatic, he always wanted to give your kid a sibling… or twelve

One more is a good start though

Ayato

Children were always in his future, and until he met you he didn’t really care about that fact

Then you got together and he saw having children as more than just a duty

He’ll admit, having your first may have partly been due to political pressure

But he would never make you do anything you didn’t want to, he vowed that on your wedding day

Uses you and your child to get out of work, saying stuff like “you wanted me to have an heir, and now I have more duties to attend to”

It’s on one of these days where you three are at a children’s festival

Your child is looking at a bunch of toys and picks out a Sumerian made plushy from a traveling merchant

The kid comes back and presses it against your stomach, making a kissing sound

Ayato remembers how is mother told him he did something similar when she was pregnant with Ayaka

So he hugs you a little closer and kisses your temple, not one for making big scenes in public

You’re of course baffled because, really? This is how your husband finds out

When you get home he sends your little one off and asks if there’s something you’d like to tell him

Tease him a bit, saying you don’t know what he’s talking about

He’ll kneel down and kiss your stomach, thanking you for everything you do for him

Neuvillette

Doesn’t really think about having kids

You have the Melusine, and when he briefly considers having kids he quickly decides it’s a bad idea

Prepares to tell you as much if you bring it up, he’s a dragon who knows how that would work if it could at all

Well surprise surprise, it does

He’s worried all throughout your first pregnancy, but it winds up being fairly similar to a human pregnancy

You’ve always been on the same page that you’d like kids, it was really just the pregnancy that had him worried

So you two are happy with one

Neuvillette comes home from work one evening, and you greet him at the entrance with a kiss

Before he can call out to your kid, then come running in and he picks them up to kiss them on the cheek

Then they insist he kiss their sibling, and his brain stops working

He thought his senses were overacting, but no if your little one thought the same

Give his brain a second to restart, then it starts raining really hard outside

Happy tears of course, nothing could make him happier than knowing you’re about to have another little one

And this time he’ll be less panicky during the pregnancy, so he can enjoy the moments more

[pinkheartist]

Imagine the SAGAU with Mitsuri! Reader? :3 (Part one?)

TW: mentions of Eating disorder, but mostly fluff and comfort. OCC characters??? Idk

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You’re self-aware of how much you truly eat, it’s not your fault, really! But when it comes to your favorite characters, you can’t help but feel a little insecure about it. You already had problems with that in the past, the feeling of people constantly judging the amount of food you ate was stuck in your mind and others saying that you had the appetite of a dragon wasn’t nice to your confidence. What if they start to appreciate you less as the almighty creator? would they be disgusted by this habit of yours?

With that possibility in mind, you reprimed your appetite and stuck to the plan of eating as few as possible, sometimes not even eating half of the plate they would offer to you properly. You really thought no one would notice? truly naive of you. They first thought you didn’t like the food, but after noticing your eyes glimmering and your mouth watering at the food before you shake your head and refuse it, they realized it was more complex than just a matter of personal taste.

Ei was the first to take the initiative alongside Nahida to try and talk to you about it. She may seem intimidating, but deep inside there is still a golden heart lying behind her stoic face. With a bit of persistence from Nahida’s part, they managed to get answers from you. The Electro and Dendro Archons comforted you, Ei gave you a portion of Kuki’s famous chocolate chip cookies that she bought, this was the best she could do since her cooking was awful, and Nahida affirmed that no matter how big your appetite was, they would still love you as their creator no matter what. They both wipe your tears away after you cry from relief, that the possibility of them shaming you from who you are never came…

The other Archons also joined the party. When you said you had the appetite of a dragon, Zhongli was left confused until you told him what it meant (He’s a little too literal). “There is nothing to be ashamed about. Your enormous strength must come from eating a bigger amount of food, right? Then, you should continue eating as much as you like. Don’t waste your ability to hear on those pesky little comments on your body, you are absolutely perfect in my point of view, Your Grace” The Geo dragon said, and trust me when i say that he would personally throw his polearm at the person who even thought of looking at you the wrong away while you eat at least 3 plates of (favorite meal)

If you said you would get heavy if you eat so much, Venti would use his Anemo powers to make you fly, seeing you smile from the fun you were having was like a Cupid’s arrow striking right in his heart (again). “See? You’re light enough for the wind to carry you, so I don’t want to hear you calling yourself heavy again. You are very much deserving of compliments, more then you think you are! I assure you that” Venti demanded after safely putting you down. “But-” “No buts!” Venti interrupted you before you could say any nonsense about yourself. As the self-proclaimed most devoted and loyal Archon you had, he would never bring himself to let you put yourself down like that

Furina did the best she does to make your feel better: Put up the best of her performances to take even the slightest of the smiles off from you. You can’t say it didn’t worked, the show was amazing! And after the show, Furina offered you a piece of (favorite flavour) cake that she brought from the best bakery there is on Fontaine, along with some macarronis made by herself and tea. “I’m banning any degradetive words with the slightest reference to you, and that rule also will apply to you!“ she exclamed “M-Me?“ You stuttered “Yes! Such blasphemy about the magnificent divine shoudn’t leave from any person’s mouth, specially when you’re the one doing it“ Her blue eyes softened as getting lost on yours “...Don’t say such things about yourself, it breaks my heart to see you blinded by insecurety, not seeing how stunning you are..“

Mavuika was surprised by the way you honestly described yourself. Of course, she did expected you to be humild on your own description, but not so lowly to the point you compare yourself to a monster, and for what? For eating 3 more than proper meals everyday plus a ton snacks? That’s ridiculous!! who put that thought on your head? She’ll hunt this person like there is no tomorrow. But jokes aside, “Hey, it’s not something you can exactlly control, can you? Everybody works differently. And your apitite is something unique, a thing that difies you from the rest, in a good way!“ she ruffles you hair, grinning widely at your flustered expression “Plus, the way you get so excited over the diverse cusines around Teyvat, and your eating face are the most adorable thing in the world!“

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Ummmmm…Yeah, srry if it’s bad i haven’t write for a century. If you’d like me posting more of those, please let me know :3 Baiii ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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Chat Control to return on the agenda this month

Tweet link For those unaware, Chat Control is a European proposal that aim to prevent people from sending videos,pictures or links through private messages and emails unless they agree to be scanned by artificial intelligence to "fight against csem". While the intention seems good this would open a door to mass surveillance and vulnerabilities that hackers can easily exploit,and given all the recent cyber attacks through the world, they dont need to have their job become even easier. Without even talking about the false positives this would trigger. There are better ways to keep children safe online. Chat Control is not it. Even messages from minors wont be exempt from being scanned. TAKE ACTION HERE !

JOIN OUR DISCORD SERVER ! American followers, please reblog this,because this goes in the same hand as KOSA does, and its very likely Europe will be geo blocked from messaging services if it passes, cutting off communication with your European friends. (and the possibility that the US govt will use Chat Control as "inspiration" if it passes) See more of my posts on chat control

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"He actually cries!...tells jokes, he is a gentle person!" : Li Haolin's critique of masculinity and heroism continued in To Be Hero X episode 3 (focusing on the power of storytelling)

It will be a spontaneous burst of whatever passionate yapping I want to scream out of my chest rather than a very well structured meta. Let's begin.

What a powerful opening frame

Nice's character song PARAGON's opening lines

To be the pinnacle, there's a price A model of virtue above the vice

The black empty swing against the stark white background is a bit too powerful and overwhelming. It's like the emptiness is screaming. And also, at first glance it kinda looked like gallows or a sacrificial altar in general. The design is so simple but the moment I saw it it hit my head like a cargo truck. You show this frame to someone non context, I think they will also say that there is something eerie about this frame. In a very beautiful way. Adding the solitary swing to the frame is actually nostalgic; it reminds us of the past we can only fill the gaps with our imagination, the person who is no longer here but used to be there- but the white-black contrast adds a bit of cruelty to it. The simple setup becomes very haunting. If there weren't any swing, you wouldn't even notice the emptiness of the room, it would just pass by. Just like ruined choirs/an empty tree branch with a few yellow leaves left which reminds you of a past which is not accessible now, the frame enhances the sheer nakedness and emptiness of the scene. The swing actually brings out attention back to the howling emptiness which we would otherwise simply not notice. What a brilliant cinematic frame!

It symbolically represents Lin Ling's mind.

But also, something way greater than that, which actually weaves together Lin Ling's experience of loss with us, the viewers, thus making this more relatable and haunting.

Now coming back to the episode title : THE EVER STANDING HERO

Can't stress enough how many times I have heard this line in a heroic context where the hero or hero's motivator goes : Heroes don't fall! Heroes don't show their back, they would rather die, Heroes don't fall, they only fall over their ebemies' dead bodies, a Hero never bends his knees, a Hero stands with a straight spine, a Hero this a Hero that blah blah blah.

In fantasy narrative, Western historical fantasy, South Asian or South East Asian nationalist, patriotic narratives... everywhere, martyrs and heroes would rather fucking die than comprising with their fucking ego and save their fucking lives at least for the sake of their fucking family but no. Masculinity wins. I am not talking about a death where a hero dies with regret and reminisce about their family/partner/children/teachers/close associates for the last time but the glorification of that death. Even his family and friends are fed shits like : your so and so did this! You should be proud! Proud my ass! Idk but I have a huge discomfort with chivalric narratives where the heroes family members are expected to show grief and deliver a speech like : ah my family member died, but guess what! i am encouraging you all to join the army and send yours to the war too! cuz that's fun. we will grieve together.

Even if it's a nation's narrative of independence against colonizers, still the glorification of martyrs' death is inherently problematic and inhumane. We need an army to defend the border we created because the nations were moaning to get geo-politically divided but anyways the sacrificial heroism is important!

If the sarcasm is making you even a tiny bit uncomfortable, then tbhx episode 3 is exactly going to expand upon that. It is again about how we expect heroism, shove expectations and accept inhumane aspects because HEROES ARE HEROES. Heroes are actually sacrificial lambs lol...

People save people from the goodness of their heart, it's an unreasonable humane quality. But along the way we forget that Heroes are also Humans. And a Human being is complex, vulnerable and fragile. If a Hero doesn't fear the potential death of another person, a Hero will stop saving people from putting himself at risk. But when the Hero becomes a brand or a machine whom you produce out of your pocket whenever you need it like a restaurant coupon, it's obviously a big OOPS! When Nice said,

It kinda made me emotional. It broke my heart a little. Or maybe more.

He 'defeated' Firm man and took the 10th position. But it became a burden.

The biggest question is : What is the benefit of becoming the most powerful hero? of becoming X? Has anyone ever asked this question? Lin Ling is just paying a hefty price one after another with his own life, life's most precious treasures, so the position of X must compensate for all those agonies.

Him stepping into the top 10 Hero list and entering the top 10 Hero tower only made his OCD worse; literally and metaphorically burdened his shoulders. Firm man actually got a happy ending. Lin Ling has freed him from all the shackles.

This made my heart ache too. Firm Man has his people and he has finally got the time to spend with them. Lin Ling is very alone.

Also, I wanted to talk about the Hero Towers and their interior designs and the overall architecture. They are SO big and looming that they humble your existence. It's very big, so big it traps you. I would say it's a physical manifestation of corporate power and capitalism. It gives you an illusion that it is providing you with a lot of essentials and luxury but in reality it chews on your individual freedom. How naked the whole residence is. (Not so) Unrelated, but it actually makes me remember that scene from TGCF S2 (if I am not wrong it's directed by link click s1's co director and tgcf S1 was under Li Haolin's direction) where Hua Cheng brings Xie Lian to his Paradise Manor. This palace is so damn huge that Xie Lian mutters a similar thought : Isn't it too big for these people to live? Ofc it is lavish, its the ghost king, crimson rain saught flower's palace but STILL it is huge, so vast that it makes you uneasy. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian have a heart to heart talk here

Hua Cheng : Nope. This place is just one of the residences I created for fun.

Xie Lian (awestruck by the grandeur) : Woah.. so this is your home?

Hua Cheng : Residence. Not Home.

Xie Lian : Is There a difference?

And then my man says the lines which will haunt me for the next thousand years

Hua Cheng : A home has a family. A place where one lives alone is not called home.

So there is a huge difference between 'residence' and 'home.'

And this is why...Time Photo Studio makes a overwhelmingly lovely home.

It's the definition of "You, me and a small habitable place...we can make a home."

Home and the architecture of home is a running theme and I would say important and powerful 'character' in Li Haolin's works. There is a HUGE focus in the place where people inhabit, the locationality, the emotional anchorage- it's a place, a physical manifestation of a complex system which holds people's lives together and runs on the happiness and life anecdotes of the dwellers. Someone should definitely write a link click fic told from the perspective of Time Photo Studio. This is how Li Haolin dissociates from a 'standardized' male gaze and patriarchal narratives by bringing domesticity and the politics of domesticity into the center. Most thrillers, action packed stories aimed for a certain demographic don't dwell much upon the narrative of the home. Men deal with the public. Only when you need to kill a Hero's family and progress the plot on their grave, the home becomes a symbol of grief, impending revenge and other shit stories I personally don't like.

So, what do you think? Is the Hero Towers 'residence' or 'home'?

I don't mind people 'shipping' Lin Ling x Xiao Yueqing or Nice x Wreck. I can't ship either of them. They are so much more that I just need to scream. AAAAAAAAAAAAA

uhm.

Lin Ling and Xiao Yueqing...sigh. I feel Lin Ling. I understand his position, it's very relatable. personally. Not just because they look shipable (nothing wrong with that) but they make me oddly emotional. I hope their bond grows. It gets deeper. I trust Li Haolin. He will deal with them justifiably, carefully. OK LISTEN. lin ling is heterosexual but in a very queer way. Men written by Li Haolin. I love him. The fact that their relationship can go in any trajectory makes me more hooked to the story.

NOW, let's talk about storytelling.

In a rant post I mentioned earlier why I have a huge problem with the statement : it's just fiction!

Nothing is fiction. We process reality with the version we want to believe. It's always a hybrid, a mimesis, never a true original. Fictional narratives are those important narratives where for people to understand things which are normalized and left out of critical scrutiny.

Firm Man has a stereotype. It's the grand narrative people want to believe, so they believe it. Perspectives and the power of storytelling are fundamental in this episode.

I would ask you to take a close look at Wolf Girl's den. Books, artistic pieces, art supplements, printing presses- these constitute the mise en scene. They appear again and again. Wolf Girl was trying to create a counter narrative to fight the famous grand narrative. She knows how the truth system works. It's about art and literature, it's about society, it's about history. It's not only about the popular cultural reception of the Hero figure but also reflections on social systems - capitalism and patriarchy for example. To Be Hero X is bringing your attention to the power of storytelling in a story where the power of storytelling is a crucial theme (It's very important in 🗣️link🗣️click🗣️toooo!🗣️ yess) So it is a very conscious metatextual engagement. How are you processing To Be Hero X itself?

Juan Jie's speech sums it all.

But she is also framing the narrative the way she pleases. She is ofc not gonna talk about the lesser known narrative which will put the naked corporate mechanism on display. She is a corporate lady. She will not mention the nuances, she will say bits and pieces and leave with a false sense that you have the agency to imagine the rest on your own. But in reality, you are left with one singular assumption. Clever tactic. Extremely clever. If Wolf Girl is feeding the common people with a twisted narrative, Juan is manipulating the story since the beginning. But she won't mention that. Of course.

Also this was the episode where for the first time I got shivers listening to KONTINUUM.

I lowkey didn't like the song before but I was jumping when the ending theme started after today's episode's finale.

😭 my god guhhhh

VERY EXCITED FOR THE LAST EPISODE OF NICE ARC/CHAPTER

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[sparkanonymous]

Cole & Geo meeting for the first time

Stargazing

Couch nap

Discovering Cole’s rock form

Making each other jewelry (or Bonzle presenting them both with jewelry she made for them)

Also the finders would have been really little right after the merge— so maybe Lostshipping taking care of lil toddler Spitz and Fritz

Thank you for the requests! :]

This one is a long one. I wanted to do all of the requests and didn't want to make separate posts for each one, so here's all of them in one post!

Cole and Geo meeting for the first time.

I'm actually writing and posting a fic on AO3 and FFN about them. I've only posted 2 chapters, and I'm slowly working on the third one, but I have a concept of them meeting, even if it's sloppy. This is technically how they meet, but they don't introduce themselves until halfway through the second chapter... I think, where Cole wakes up being held hostage in the kitchen.

Basically, while looking for his friends after being thrown into a foreign land, Cole sees the Hoarder and goes that way in case his friends are being attacked. He sees someone around that area, attacks the Hoarder, and is quickly knocked out by garbage falling onto him, which causes a split in his head. Geo was the person he had seen, and he quickly took the ninja back to the Rookery to take care of his injuries, even if he didn't quite know how to do all that.

Here's the fic if anyone's curious.

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Cole and Geo taking care of the boys.

I headcanon that Fritz and Spitz are 4-5 years old by the time Cole joins the Finders. When the boys were found by Geo, they were around 2-3, so they've been with him for a couple of years. I don't have any set backgrounds for them, but they're banished to the Land of Lost Things at the same time and find each other before Geo does. I believe Spitz is the more excitable of the two, more silly, while Fritz is more shy, more careful. Fritz was able to speak more clearly when Geo and him meet and is able to introduce himself. Spitz copied his name, not able to remember his own before he found himself here.

(I'm actually really happy with how Spitz came out here. I don't know how to draw animals, nevermind snakes, so him looking kind of cute here is a relief.)

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Making jewelry with Bonzle.

I think I messed this request up, purely because you had asked for them to be making each other jewelry. But I think that this is nice either way. I'll fix it up a bit more before lining.

(Bonzle came out a lot better than I was expecting, being that I don't draw skeletons very often at all. And she actually looks like Bonzle and not Sans lol)

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Discovering Cole's rock form.

Okay, this one is more... complicated, I think. In my head, they found Cole's rock form by a sudden wave of emotion, being Geo's heat of the moment kiss. Before this, Cole hadn't been able to control the earth very much at all, barely able to feel the power in his gut. He's only able to feel the pain of the earth. But when Geo kisses him and accidentally uses his own element during this, he's suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of the earth. (This also leads to the misunderstanding in canon, where Geo feels as if he's only wanted because of the misconstrued theory Cole runs with.)

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Couch cuddle.

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Stargazing.

This one happens after they're able to get to Ninjago, and there's some semblance of peace. Geo hasn't seen the stars in so long, barely even remembers them, so he gets very excited when he sees them and starts pointing out the few constellations he can remember. Cole's too distracted, looking at the brightest star of them all. At this point, Cole's gotten Geo some new clothes, they're just very similar to his old ones because Geo had really liked his look.

I hope you liked all of these! They will all be lined at a later date!

Kofi

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Swords in the Court: Desire

Secret Garden

Yandere Don John x Reader

Word Count: 6k+

Part 3

Warning: Allusions to sexual and physical violence against women, talks of execution, medieval misogyny, sexual encounters, talks of pregnancy and contraception, general cynicism and scheming, obsessive behaviour

Note: This story is set in a fictionalised historical setting. Though there are clear inspirations drawn from the real world and history, this tale in no way tries to explain, change or state any historical, political, communal, geographical or religious 'facts'. Kindly treat this short-series as it is, a fiction

Unedited and my poor attempt at a medieval world-building

“What are you doing here? I have been looking for you.” 

Two days before the much-anticipated feast and masquerade, you have received the dress and chosen a mask. But a final nod from your dearest friend is a necessity. You finally manage to catch her in the archives, reading.

“That’s an awfully heavy book. What are you reading?”

“The last words of people executed on royal orders. Quite a list for a King who has been ruling for only more than four decades years.” She does not take her eyes off the pages.

“What are looking for in such a morbid history?”

“I was curious what Geo—the Pretender’s last words were.”

“Maddy!” You hiss and look around, making sure that there is no one around “Are you keen on getting yourself killed? You know that you mustn’t even mention that name around.” You sit close to her and grip her arm

She only glances at you and puts a hand over yours “Who would know what I’m looking for?”

“Those who want us out of the court, or worse. And there are many.” 

She shakes her head dismissively before pointing at a section “Found it. Short but…”

“But what?” You peek in as well, growing curious.

“'Your children shall perish my fate as the Kingdom burns to the ground'.”

You whisper out.

“Even in his last moments, he has been vile.”  

“Seems more of a curse.” Maddy comments.

“He was not a witch, was he?”

“Will we ever know?” Maddy leans back, closing the heavy book.

“Do you think it will come true? What he said?”

“(Y/N), he was a stupid boy led by greed and delusion, who plundered villages and murdered innocents. He thought he could become the King? He was a puppet, a fool.”

You nod and smile nervously  “Right, I don’t know why I let such things get to me.”

She assesses you “Maybe it is not this, something else? Has something been troubling you?”

You remember your encounter with Lord John at the chapel and his offer to you.

“It’s nothing, you know, the court and all. Lord Beecham’s wife’s demise has left a void in the court that so many houses are eager to fill. I am required to give the Queen all I can gather.”

“That’s tiring, especially for you. You don’t like the court.”

You shake your head “No, but I need it. We need to remain relevant. Don’t we?”

She hums and leans it “I heard his daughter spends hours with the King.”

“Should we be discussing things here? Go wait in my room, I will join you after I put this away safely.”

Maddy nods and smiles before leaving you with the book—written evidence of all that it takes to keep a throne and a stable kingdom. Sighing, you pick up the heavy book and make your way towards one of the towering shelves. Picking up a chair and being as quiet as possible, you put it by the shelf and stand on it. The wood creaks with a warning but you focus on placing the book carefully. 

Just as you manage to slide the book in, making sure it seems untouched, you feel the wood creak a little harder, and the chair tilts slightly, making you almost lose your balance. But unexpectedly, the piece of furniture comes to firm stability, no tilting, no swinging. Relieved, you look down, only to tense up again at the sight of Lord John.

“Careful, my Lady, a broken ankle would not allow you to participate in the majestic ball.” 

The unmistakable mirth in his eyes and tone is not lost upon you. After successfully evading him in the past few days, you had to bump into him here, out of all the places. He holds the chair with one hand and offers you the other. 

Not wanting to be impolite, you reluctantly take his hand and let him help you get off the chair.

“Lord John, I thank you for your aid. It is quite late for a Prince to be out of his chamber.”

“On the contrary, I have come to love the night here, and the people. It is though odd to find a lady roaming the royal archives at this hour.”

You smile tightly and bend to greet him good night.

“(Y/N).” There is a barely concealed desperation, if you have not mistaken in his voice as you turn to walk away.

“I did not mean to insult you.”

What a lie!

“You offer me the position of your mistress.” You do not bother about keeping the garb of politeness anymore “What should I assume it is then?” 

You glare up at him as he stands in your way. 

“And I would suggest you move.”

“Not until you hear what I have to say.” 

He is composed now; the slight breathlessness in his voice now seems like a misinterpretation. He does not appear to be offended at the slightest by your glare or tone. 

“Very well….”

“I admit. I offer you to become my mistress—but your place shall be by my side, in the Spanish Court. I put that proposal in the chapel not to insult but to make the place a witness.”

“You think you flatter me, my Lord? You think you are doing me a favour?” You can barely keep the simmering rage in check.

“I believe that your place is with me. I yearn for your company; it is no lie.”

“You have my answer, I refuse to be a whore no matter how big of a crown you wish to put on my head.”

“You are not a whore.” His voice raises slightly as he moves to hinder your walk once more “The mistress is not a whore in the court there.”

“Well, she is, here. Good night,” you hiss and try to walk away, but his fingers wrap around your elbow “Have you not insulted me enough?”

“What would you have?” There, the fire under the surface rares its head as his sharp gaze pierces through you.

The question rattles you— you should answer ‘nothing’ instinctively, but you realise you would not mean that. But what are you hoping for? A marriage with a man who is a clear threat to the Princess’s position as the Empress of Spain? They are to be engaged

“Nothing, My Prince. I wish to have nothing to do with you.”

“You and I both know that is a plain lie. Why would the healer send you for any medication to my chamber? Why would you risk your life for me? I see it in your eyes, you do desire me”

“You are full of yourself.” You try pulling away, but it makes him jerk you closer. “You are no gentleman!”

“Oh, drop it! You are not living in fairytales like those sheltered young ladies of the court! You and I know what it is like. You and I have made our own place. We can do so much more!”

“You. Only you! You have no clue what it is like to be a woman in the court, that too one of no noble heritage. A blacksmith’s daughter’s miraculous rise in the court due to the Queen’s favour. But the people I walk among do not fail to ever remind me how I would never belong! You know how cautious I must be? They’re waiting for scandal. They all wait for me to fall from grace, back in the mud where I belong. I have no royal blood running through my veins; I have claim to nothing. I must earn it all!”

“And you think I did not earn my way up? Do you—” 

He stops, and his hold softens before his thumb comes to wipe the tears that have been on your cheeks without your permission or knowledge.

 “I offer you a ladder to rise. We could have so much together. Not only because you have the potential and power to do so but also because…Because I want you, I have wanted you since the day I saw you. You were burnt in my mind.” He exhales, fluttering his eyes closed for a moment before opening them again as if he has tasted something refreshing.

You know, at this moment, more than anything that you want him. You desire him not only physically but emotionally as well. You want to be by his side; listen to your heart. But you are well-acquainted with the fickle nature of men—you have seen many good women ruined with the promise of love and the position of a mistress.

“You must retire to your chamber. It would be no good if anyone sees us together, here, like this.”

Before he can react, you jerk away from him and rush out of the place, praying that he will not follow. He does not.

—-------

The next day, you find yourself in the Queen’s chamber. You find her reading one of her favourite classics by the fire. By this hour, the Ladies-in-Waiting are dismissed. 

“You summoned me, Your Grace?”

“Yes, I did. Have your dress for the ball arrived yet?”

“Yes, My Queen, it is stitched to perfection. I thank you for sponsoring all the Ladies’ dresses for the ball.”

“As the Queen, I ought to make sure that my Ladies stand out. It also helps in finding suitable matches, and other reasons are that feasts and balls are so beloved among ladies.”

“Indeed, Your Grace.”

“Have you thought of it?”

“Forgive me, Your Grace?”

“Marriage. Have you considered it?”

“No, Your Grace.” You frown, confused at the course of the conversation.

“Do you know what it is?”

“All I have heard of is one becomes another’s companion for life, partner is sorrow, happiness, pain and—”

“And so it goes.” She rolls her eyes and picks up her cup

“Let me.” You fill it with wine.

“Thank, dear. So, I say—yes, marriage. That is for the beauty of literature. Not life.  Life is beauty with pain and sorrow and the burdens we bear. Especially as women. For us, marriage is the safest and the best way to secure our position in society and wealth in our names.”

You nod, absorbing her words.

“Am I expected to marry, Your Grace?” Even the thought fills you with slight dread and much uncertainty.

“As a woman, it is never going to be easy, but you must endure in order to secure your position in society and its court and rise. Remember this before we go forward.”

“I will.”

She eyes you while finishing her wine. When you offer to refill it, she refuses, keeping her contemplative stare at you. “Sit here,” she pats on the chair beside her. 

Though you know she favours you, she has never asked you to sit by her. It is frowned upon, after all. Your social stature is much, much lower to her; no matter what position you take in the court, you will always be known as a blacksmith’s daughter. 

But you oblige, tentatively taking a seat.

“Do you know where the most difficult battles take place?”

“I do not think I do, my Queen.”

“It’s the court, child. The court is where the trickest and the longest battles take place. It is the most dangerous battle in any Kingdom or Empire. And I have been fighting this battle ever since the day I was crowned the Queen. I have been fighting to keep my crown until I gave birth to my son, and now for my children and my crown. And they are threatened by the vipers that sit right beside the King.”

“Has something happened, Your Grace?”

“Something might, Earl Beecham’s daughter is the King’s new mistress and he is a part of his council. His influence grows every day.”

The rivalry between the Queen and Earl Beecham is still subtle as it is relatively new. But if she has decided to share this with you, then you can surmise that he has become a considerable threat to her influence in the court. But you keep quiet, letting her continue.

“But with the death of his wife, we are presented with new opportunities.”

“You want me to find a suitable bride for him?”

She chuckles at that.

“No, that is slightly more complicated. I want you to be his bride.”

The silence that follows is a fusion of shock from your end and contemplation from hers. 

“Your Grace I—Lord Beecham is…”

“I know your concerns, and I do not dismiss them, child. I am not asking of you to make this a successful marriage, I need you to keep an eye on him until I have him by the neck. I will arrange a kitchen wench to work for you there, you will send me letters through her.”

“But what about me? What if he is a terrible husband?” You can barely keep your voice from cracking

“Lord Beecham will fall; I shall make sure of that. And once he does, we can arrange a divorce, or if he falls hard enough, you will inherit all the lands he ought to gift you after the wedding. It is a custom. Either way, I will see to it that a real and prestigious match is arranged for you.”

You say nothing. You do not know what to say. The Queen sighs and reaches for your hand.

 “I know what I ask for is not easy, but I need someone trustworthy in Beecham’s lair. And I trust you. If anyone can do this, it is you.” 

“You know that I am not prepared.”

“No one is ever prepared. But if you succeed in preventing his house from spreading its wings, you will prove your worth in this court. There is potential in you. You are old enough to truly learn the games we play at court. Hidden and patient. That would do for now.”

“And why would Lord Beecham take me as his wife?”

“Because he’s my husband’s lapdog. And I still hold influence over the King. Fools like him think they can challenge me.” She pauses for a moment and observes you “I know you are afraid. But know that Lord Beecham is a danger to this Kingdom, and it would be long before he is put in his place. Just make sure not to get pregnant. A child involved will complicate matters.”

She hands you a bottle of dried herbs.

“A pinch in a cup of warm water every morning and night would do. Are you intact?”

“You mean I—yes. I am.”

“It’s always better that way with them. However, in case you slip as we so often do in the flush of youth, remember to prick your skin right after the wedding night and make sure to put traces of blood on the sheets.”

“I will not slip, My Queen, I know I must save myself for marriage.”

“Learn to please him if you can; men are easily swayed by the thing between our legs and like to crow about love for virtuous women. Take the herbs with you now, in case you ‘slip’, you know what to do.”

You silently take the bottle, trying to absorb everything.

“There will be no need to oversee the flow of refreshments, be present in the celebration instead. Be charming, observe Beecham, if possible, strike a conversation.”

You nod, not trusting your voice anymore.

“May I leave, Your Grace?”

“Hm, sleep well.”

You somehow hold yourself until you reach your room. But once you do, the dam breaks.

—-----

The bed creaks with the force of their hips clapping against each other. Sweet sweat mingles with wanton moans and pleasured huffs and grunts. What they say about this lady—Katherine is indeed true; she is a lover men cannot forget. No wonder even the nobles yearn for bedding her. John’s mind, though, has another face. He throws his head back, gripping her hips as he feels the rush towards the edge, but he holds back, grunting and looking up, but not quite looking into Katherine’s eyes as she rides him. He feels her walls spasming and reaches for her clit to make the swing more lasting. She moans, coming on his swollen manhood before his grip on her hips tightens, and he flips her on her back. She lets out a light, startled yelp, followed by a laugh, earning a grin from John.

“Have you taken the herbs?”

“You know I always do. They work, always.” A part of him struggles to hold back as he holds onto the bedframe and looks up; your face flashes before him. 

It makes him chuckle—how come you have crept into his mind like a disease? He forces himself to pull out, dangling right on the edge. Instead, he grabs her supple thighs.

“Let me, my Lord.” Katherine chuckles and wraps her hands around his manhood. 

She has to be a priestess of desire and pleasure; how else does she know which vein to trace? How to rub and squeeze until he comes, staining her stomach with his release? John gasps and huffs, feeling her fingers still rubbing, letting him ride through the climax. It infuriates him how your eyes flash in his mind. Maybe he should have kissed you that night and deliberately let someone be the witness. Word of mouth is such a powerful tool.

But he cannot bring himself to do that—not yet, at least. He knows how gruelling it is to build everything from nothing, and he admires you for doing that. To John, you were initially a mystery who refused to leave his head, and the more he has come to know you, the more it grows on him. He knows passion and desire, and he has that for you, but he has rarely felt the empathy you possess and have shown him.

He grunts, closing his eyes as his hand grasps her breasts. Will your breasts feel something like this? Or even softer? Will you whimper first and look up at him, showing your vulnerability with no attempt to conceal it as you try? Or have there been other men? An uncharacteristic rage churns in his stomach at the mere thought of it.

“Ah! My Lord—” Katherine’s pained hiss brings him back. Eyes flying open, he frowns, looking into her surprised and slightly frightened gaze.

He has never done anything to hurt her or any other of the women here, but the reddened marks on her breast stare back at him.

“Oh, Katherine, forgive me, please?” He sighs with regret, her hand still gripping his girth but no longer moving. Lowering himself, he kisses her breast, tenderly tracing the redness. It will fade, but it has been unexpected, he can see it in her eyes, and he can feel it.

“Have you been well, My Lord?” Her hand begins to move again, but with a tenderness to coax out the answers.

John looks into her hooded eyes and smiles faintly. The moment is already spoiled; he is looking into her eyes, but they are not yours. It should not matter, but it does. He let himself be carried away and almost hurt her.

“I am well.”

He tries to pull away but her grip tightens, her thumb tracing a particular vein once more that makes him chuckle with the swift rebuilding of desire. He buries his head into the crook of her neck, she smells so different than you. But there are prominent traces of him. 

Will you smell like him as well? Will your petals bloom, flushed and dewy under his touch? He gulps, feeling parched as he envisions your fingers parting your nether lips for him to see, smell, taste and fill. Grunting into Katherine’s neck, he feels himself explode, spurting into he r hands, thighs and stomach and, to his surprise, wishing it were you.

This…this is not him. 

A snarling part of him wishes you had been just cruel and prideful; he could have thrown you out of his mind. But no, you occupy his thoughts not only in the tenderest moments but also in his schemes. How powerful he can be if he has someone like you by his side. You can empathise with him, navigate the court, and be ambitious. You do not stand out in features or possess any land to your name, but you are…John realises that it hardly matters. Even if he tries to deny this, it would be a boyish attempt. You completely take him and have not yet found a reason deep and firm enough. Maybe he would have found his heart drawn to you even if he had met you at the fish market. You are you. 

You do aim for something bigger and better, you admire the Queen and are fiercely loyal to her, but because she is your way up. He can be your way even higher once he strengthens his position. But he cannot afford to wait for another opportunity when he has to return to Spain while you are ripe for a wedding. The Queen surely has her plans. Even if it is lowly lord, you are to be married and remain a part of the court. He cannot risk it, even though asking your hand for companionship, not marriage, is a risk in itself he is willing to take that.

Cleaned up and dressed again, John puts down gold coins instead of silver this time.

“Are you not paying too little, my Lord?” she smirks

“I do not think so.” He replies, watching her as she dresses herself.

“Do you feel guilty? It won’t even bruise; I have seen worse noblemen.” He smirks sardonically.

“I’m not them.”

“No, you’re worse than them.”

“Worse? How so?” He raises his eyebrow, intrigued.

“You have reins over yourself. You do not lose yourself here, ever the guarded.” She eyes gold coins before her knowing gaze meets his once more “You do not intend to return, do you?”

“Rest, Katherine.” 

With that, he walks out of the chamber.

In his modest clothing, it is difficult to single out the bastard pricne from the rest of the patrons. John's keep eyes, though, catch the sight of Earl Beecham before he breezes past the older man without attracting any attention.

—-----

The day of celebration and the formal announcement regarding the upcoming marriage and a befitting alliance. The Emperor and the Empress align with their party and are given a grand welcome before the feast begins. Wine, pies, sweets, candied fruits, meat and the Emperor’s favourite– chocolates flow in with women, mostly Katherine’s girls. 

You get to enjoy Maddy’s company when you are not accompanying the Queen, as she demands your presence while she speaks with the nobles. It is tiring, but you know that she is trying to introduce you to the court for a more active participation. This comes as a blessing in disguise—you are able to evade Lord John—at least for most of the evening, until he walks up to the Queen himself

Maroon and gold are the shades he is made for, or perhaps they are, for him. He stands out from the royal family with the lack of emeralds in his clothing. As for pants, he has chosen befitting black, while the golden twines and flowers bloom over the maroon that fits perfectly over his torso, highlighted by the simple, white attire underneath, peeking out of the regal hues. He is indeed a sight for sore eyes.

“A grand celebration indeed by the graceful Queen.”

“Prince Juan, I earnestly hope that nothing has been amiss regarding your and your family's comfort.”

“You put me in shame, Your Grace; if anything, your hospitality has won our hearts and filled our bellies to the brim.” He chuckles, raising his cup of wine.

“If our hospitality brings you pleasure and a smile on your handsome face, my Lord, the gold and sweat are well-spent.” 

“Lady (L/N), I cannot thank you enough for your kindness and heroic act.”

“You have thanked me more enough, my Lord.” You are polite yet indifferent but let a cold smile slip.

Something akin to amusement twinkles in his brown eyes before he takes your hand—graceful and gentle, yet you flinch. You tell yourself that you are surprised, nothing more, but your heart hammers wildly against your chest as if ready to scream out your deepest desires.

“I do not believe it was enough.” His lips are soft, and you are afraid you will burn with the need to touch them again. 

His gaze has mirth, and the subtle burn you feel is only meant for you, and you are tempted to melt. You shiver, fighting to keep up an air of indifference, especially when the Queen stands right beside you.

“If you allow us, I have taken it upon myself to see to the prospects of my maiden Ladies-in-Waiting. She is yet to be introduced to many deserving members of the court.” The Queen smiles, but you cannot bring one to your lips.

Lord John’s smile remains, but the warmth sizzles out into a cold, hard stretch of lips and eyes that dim, which one might mistake as fury.

“Of course, Your Grace, it seems to be the right time indeed.”  His smile stretches wider as he moves out of your way in a smooth step, yet you do not dare to meet his gaze again.

—---

Evading the brooding half-prince had been relatively easy with the constant mingling and overall crowd in the hall. You have already decided that the masquerade would be a cakewalk at this point. You are not the most graceful on the dance floor, but you will take as many spins as you can if it means you avoid Lord John.

With a quarter of the candles and lamp blown out, the once brightly lit grand hall dims into a seductive glow. Now, meeting eyes and stolen kisses have the shadows to shield them from prying eyes. The swaying and lazy feet on the floor give away that there are more empty goblets than plates. Silk, gold, silver and pearls twirl around, matching with the varying masques held in front of their faces or tied with silk ribbons. Some feathered, some golden, some with pearls swen and hanging, intricate and delicate, the masquerade ball is a sight to behold, alluring yet with an edge of danger and secrets. Perhaps the most secrets do spill out here.

On the Queen’s insistence, you share your first dance with Lord Beecham. Despite the distinct stink of alcohol surrounding him, he is controlled and graceful; his noble mannerisms can charm an innocent onlooker into considering him an ideal man of honour, but you are all too aware of the foul schemes the court thrives on. You smile graciously, ignoring the prickling feeling of being watched. You make no attempts at dismissing it; you are all too familiar with the feel, and you have endured the scrutinising stares and scowls of the aristocrats for long enough. 

While your conversations with Lord Beecham remain shallow, you see his eyes assessing you—cold, calculative and hungry. In his prime, he would not have been too bad to look at, but knowing him, he would have been just as unappealing to you as tonight. But you wear a charming smile and put up with him, prying on his interests and scattering the right political or social perceptions that you know please men like him.

“Would you mind if I fetch us something to drink, My Lady? I am incredibly thirsty.”

“That is so kind of you, My Lord.” 

You adjust the silk ties of your mask behind your head instead of looking into his eyes and risking the sheer relief that courses through you, being exposed. That would not be in your favour, and you have to make him think favourably of you.

You try to follow him on his way out of the dance floor and find a more secluded part of the hall to steal a moment of solitude but your plans are foiled by the appearance of the familiar sight of maroon and gold, you look up and your fears take the shape of Don John’s handsome face now adored with dark mask.

“Would you grace me with a dance, My Lady?”

“I’m afraid I have grown tired, my Lord.” You try to excuse yourself, looking over to find Lord Beecham being dragged by Conrad towards the wine table.

“Once dance would not hurt.” His voice is as smooth as his movements, but his hold is firm, pulling you back towards the dance floor, hidden from the brighter spaces.

“I do not think it is appropriate!” You hiss out, glaring up at him as he holds you still with a hand on your back and another holding your palm over his shoulder.

“Shh, no need to attract unwanted attention. I simply wish to talk.”

“I did not know we had anything to talk about.”

“I will make it official. Your name shall be in the royal archives.” He jumps straight to the point, pulling you closer.

He is warm and firm, and you want to lean in, but your good sense holds you back.

“What are you saying?”

“I shall take no other mistress but you; you shall have to share the roof with me; you shall be a part of the court as my official mistresss.” His voice is hushed, but there is a desperate edge to it.

“No one can dispose you; your position would be secure—”

“Have you any good sense left?” You hiss at him, keeping your voice low.

“You are in my senses. Like a disease, you creep around and linger. You haunt me. I have my part to play, and yet I am here, risking everything for you because I must have a sane mind if I were to have my dukedom.”

“Do you think I will believe this? Men write poems of eternal love only to bed them for a night. They have nothing to lose here. So fickle in heart and cold in thoughts, while they weave poetry on women’s rejection.” You snarl, unable to hold your contempt,

You hope it wounds his ego–there is nothing to rival the fragility of a man’s pride. But his smile defies your expectations.

“I am not so poetic; I have been honest with you.”

“So have I. I am no whore.”

“I ask you—”

“You do not get to ask me of anything the Queen does, and she hall decide my fate, not you.”

“You like to think that you are free, but you are a slave to the Queen.”

“I am indebted to her.”

“Well, that’s a dangerous thing if you value your freedom and want power. Royals use you as they see fit, let your limbs grow as long as it serves them, but once they feel threatened, they will cut them off.”

“You speak as if you are no royal yourself. You have noble blood in you.”

“‘Half-blood’, that’s what they call me behind my back.”

 He raises your hand above your head, and you twirl around.

“I am not denying your truth—surely the Queen has been kind and generous. I am letting you know what lies on the other hand. When you are a thorn that pinches them with your existence.”

“Then being your mistress would be betraying my Queen.”

“Do you consider me a threat then? Me? Who has served the empire with my life at stake? I am to become a Duke.”

“You are not yet.”

“I will be, and I shall have everything I ever wanted.”

His hold tightens, and he leans close to your ear—he smells of cinnamon, wine and leather, you realise, forcing yourself to not inhale deeply. 

“And then I will have you, too.”

His lips touch yours like feathers playing, and you realise that your throat is parched.

“You can never have me. The Queen decides who gets my hand in marriage.”

“Oh, sweet bird…I will burn everything on my way to you for the peace you can provide me.”

“You have not known me only a fortnite.” You whisper back in disbelief.

“And yet I am taken by you.”

You scoff at that “How many young women have you lured into your bed by those words before?” 

Moving his head back, he smirks “Quite a few, but never offered them to be my official mistress.”

“Oh, I’m honoured.” You give him a wry smile before swiftly moving away from him ‘I’m parched.” 

You are quicker on your feet this time, heading straight to a more lit-up, crowded area, where you indeed take something to drink. You know it does you no good, but your eyes prick with unshed tears. His words have stung you. Lord Beecham is nowhere to be seen, and you are unsure of how long you can keep up this charade. 

How can you allow a man you barely know to break your composure?

Emptying your cup, you walk out of the ballroom. Perhaps the safety of your room can be your last refuge for the night that can no longer be redeemed, It’s ruined. You are forced to acknowledge the fact that for a moment, you have considered his proposal. That you want the brooding half-prince, that hearing him admit that he has lured other women to his bed using the same words has made your heart crack.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), wait...”

Your steps quicken as you look for knights or guards. In the lit-up hallway. Why would they be here? It does not lead to any aristocratic chamber.

“You misunderstand my words.” He is quick on his strides, catching up to you sooner than expected.

“You will never have me! I am no whore!” It is an assurance to yourself more than anything.

“Who said you are?”

“You admitted there you used the same words to lure women to your bed.”

“I do not have to trick women to sleep with me, I admit it was a foolish attempt to stir your gall”

“Stir my gall? Pray tell me how this lowly servant has offended you to push his dignified lordship into playing cruel jests” You scoff and snatch your hand away from his reaching grasp.

“You do not understan—”

“What do I not understand?”

John’s face tightens. “Because you vex me.” he hisses “Day and night I have thought about you and this little fancy, and yet you haunt me. You are always there when I am in need, and it vexes me. It angers me how you prove my assumptions wrong; it angers me to see you, with potential, to swipe away every opportunity present. Why? Because you must be loyal to those who shall never care.”

“You say this because I refused your proposal. Of all the ladies in the court, you choose me, despite knowing that I am loyal to the Queen. I do not know what games you play, but I am not a pawn.”

“I chose you for you, I would have chosen you even if I met you in the fish market. And about being a pawn, you already are. You are the Queen’s pawn. If I manage to convince her, she can give you to me. You like to think that you belong to no one, but you already do. You belong to her. She would marry you to a peasant if it benefits her.”

“Careful there, Don Juan. Your words can be interpreted as an accusation against the Queen, the mother of the future Empress.”

“I'm merely showing you the closer possibilities. This has happened before. You cannot possibly be foolish enough to think that you hold a special place in her heart.” His smile is cold with a stare struggling to restrain a fire.

“She would do no such thing!” You cry out, despite Lord Beecham’s name flashing in your mind. 

“You and I both know that this future is closer to your dreams of being an integral part of the court here. You will never be one of them. You and I are not so different after all.”

“You are lying.” You growl, turning to leave, but his grasp is unrelenting this time.

“You are afraid to face the fact. This might be the greatest opportunity presented to you, woman!”

“Let go of me.”

“You are foolish to believe that any good will come out of serving her or that I cannot bend her will in my favour.” 

“You forget your manners. Let go.”

“You forget  who holds the power here—”

“You cannot have me as your mistress in a hundred years; I am to marry Lord Beech—”

You pull the reins a moment too late, as you watch the realisation dawning upon him with your subsiding rage. Your lips part. The damage is done

No use trying to cover this up. You breathe in, trying to compose yourself against his hardened gaze.

“I shall wed to a member of the court, man of Her Majesty's choice. And there is nothing left to bend or break!” 

At least you get to have the satisfaction of shutting his mouth, despite knowing that you will regret revealing the Queen’s plot. Sensing his hold loosening for a moment, you snatch the opportunity and your hand away before walking out of his sight and reach.

******

I don't know what I did with it, but yes, that was all I could come up with.

[alexbkrieger13]

https://www.sportschau.de/fussball/frauen-bundesliga/bayerns-pernille-harder-das-double-auf-dem-fuss,spieltag-zwanzig-bayern-pernille-harder-double-auf-dem-fuss-100.html

I know its most likely geo blocked, but good article about p.

Bayern's Pernille Harder - The double on her feet

In the coming days, Bayern could secure the league and cup double for the first time in the club's history. A large part of that comes from Pernille Harder , who has been in goal-scoring form in recent weeks.By Katarina Schubert

March brought a turning point. While it had previously looked as if the title race in the Women's Bundesliga could be a thrilling one for a change, Bayern found their old form again. With their 3-1 victory against their fiercest rivals of recent years, VfL Wolfsburg, the championship title had essentially been decided. Going into Matchday 20, the Munich team now leads by eight points and could clinch the title as early as this weekend.

Pernille Harder ignites turbo

The first half of the season was quite bumpy for Bayern. It seemed as if clubs like Eintracht Frankfurt, who secured the title as autumn champions, and Bayer Leverkusen, as well as record champions Wolfsburg, had closed the gap. But in the end, everything went as usual – thanks in part to Pernille Harder. The 32-year-old, who joined Bayern from Chelsea in 2023 , seemingly single-handedly brought her team to this strong starting position.

In the crucial match against Wolfsburg, Harder scored twice. And the team's run to the DFB Cup final would likely have been lost without the Dane. Bayern were two goals down in the semifinal against Hoffenheim, but then Harder fired up the momentum. Her hat trick ultimately ensured that FCB could secure the league and cup double for the first time in its history.

Harder is Bayern's top scorer

"She's world class. She's special. We should be happy to have a player like her in the Bundesliga ," Bayern coach Alexander Straus told Sky after the cup semifinal. "She's probably scored 20 goals for us this season. A fantastic player." Straus's statement is only slightly off the mark: She's scored 21 goals across all competitions so far, making her Bayern's top scorer.

Harder sees herself as a hanging striker on the pitch, as she told FC Bayern TV. "In my position, it's all about finding open space in the attacking third. I have to make sure we create scoring opportunities from our possession," said the Danish record-capped international. "I scan my surroundings a lot so I always know where my opponents are and where the ball needs to go next."

Good interaction with Bühl and Schüller

To fulfill this role, one must be technically strong and able to operate in tight spaces, Harder continued. Tactical understanding is also required. Another factor that helps is staying injury-free. So far, the midfielder has played in every Bundesliga match this season, but she's had a lot of bad luck with injuries in previous years, sometimes sidelining her for months.

Also in full play are Klara Bühl and Lea Schüller, who not only now harmonize well with Harder, but also contributed significantly to the success with their seven and eight goals, respectively. Bühl is also the top assist provider in the Women's Bundesliga. At the same time, Bayern boast the best defense of the season so far – the defense, led by captain Glódís Perla Viggósdóttir , Caro Simon, Giulia Gwinn, and Madgalena Eriksson, has conceded just twelve goals.

A bitter pill to swallow in the final stretch of the season

Although Harder has stood out with her performances in recent weeks, it is also thanks to the broad quality of the squad that Bayern could now achieve the double. It would also be a farewell gift to Alexander Straus, who announced his departure from Munich shortly before Easter, a surprise to players and fans alike. The Norwegian is moving to Angel City FC in the US women's league NWSL .

The Champions League exit is also still hurting . In the quarterfinals, they suffered two decisive defeats against eight-time winners Olympique Lyon . The goal is all the more to secure their first title on Sunday at home against Freiburg. "To clinch the title at home, in front of our own fans in our living rooms, you couldn't imagine anything better. That's why we're so excited ," Bühl told BR.

First double with Bayern

Pernille Harder is likely one of them. Although the Dane already played for Wolfsburg in the Women's Bundesliga from 2017 to 2020, winning the double with them four times, it would be her first time with Bayern. The signs for an early title win are looking good, at least in terms of the numbers. The Munich team last lost to Freiburg seven years ago. And last year, they also clinched the title on matchday 20.

[fuqnia]

SP Main Four + butters !College AU Headcanons

[☆] A/N | hii guys! i recently hit 500 likes on tumblr and i'm like so speechless... i never wouldve thought people would be interested in reading my stupid little writing hehe, so tysm! my long fic, most wanted, is coming to a close soon, and I have been working on another longfic that's a fem!reader insert x main 4 boys in college!

[☆] C/W | slight nsfw in kenny's

[☆] check out my relationship college au headcanons for the boys + butters here! it's sfw and nsfw <3

☆ stan marsh

environmental science major

i think he would have like around a 2.5 - 2.9 gpa

uses a laptop to take notes

surprisingly has decent notes

gets on wordle, geo guesser, quordle, WAFFLE, during lectures if he gets bored

struggles with hangovers, yet still goes to classes sometimes

i don't think he truly notices how much he drinks... it kinda just happens ?

doesn't mind college parties, will go if his friends want to

kyle usually has to carry him back to their shared dorm when he does go tho LOL

volunteers at the town's animal shelter !!

sometimes eric and butters tag along

visits home like once a month, mostly to see his mom and dog

crimson dawn is still a thing, and stan is sooo dedicated

matches band tees with kenny sometimes <3

keeps up with his college football team religiously

way too emotional about college sports

joins some intramural sports tho!

butters and wendy would come to his games and cheer him on

definitely has late night talks with kyle about "deep" stuff... and kyle is like

"dude, shut the fuck up and go to bed," and throws a pillow at him

i think he would start a vinyl collection

also has succulents, but he forgets to water them hehe

doesn't really use social media

so he gets kyle to send him songs from tiktok for his workout routine LMFAO

sucks at cooking

best procrastinator around

his drunken rendition of mr. brightside went viral after kenny secretly posted it online

"IT WAS ONLYYY A KISS, IT WAS ONLY A KISSSSSS"

very political

argues with the tik tok interviewers on campus

gets kenny to help him bleach his hair

eric bullys tf out of him for it

☆ kyle broflovski

political science major and on a premed track

4.0 gpa idc this man is a tryhard and fueled on spite

uses an ipad and apple pencil to take notes, uses goodnotes

definitely color codes his notes

i don't think he would actually ask questions in class

but goes to office hours... and that's how professors know his name

obsessed with email etiquette

will actually facetime sharon to show how messy stan's side of the dorm is

will spray stan with a waterbottle to wake him up

"dude... are you serious right now?" "it's 2pm stan."

has a mini ironboard and iron

wears his ushanka on bad hair days

refuses to join study groups

but is butters study buddy

visits home every 2 weeks

and comes back with a ton of leftovers from his mom's cooking

he also mealpreps

whenever his mom calls him, eric takes kyle's phone and starts talking to sheila himself

in bed by 9pm most days

kenny comes knocking on the doors at 9:01 to bug kyle

definitely a coffee snob, and grinds his own beans

has a small box of keepstakes under his bed

also has a small medkit in his dorm, backpack, and gave one to kenny, eric, and butters

jogs every morning before class

terrible at small talk

prolly makes underclassmen cry

sends venmo requests for every shared expense

participates in model un

falls for ragebait online

also chronically online

waters stan's succulents for him

☆ kenny mccormick

physics major with a minor in women's and gender studies

3.5 gpa

milked the fuck out of his home situation to get a full ride scholarship

uses an old fashion notebook to take notes

sometimes comes to class faded

tries not to make it a habit

also smells like cigarettes, but everyone still wants to sit next to him ?

butters offers him alternatives like gum or lollipops

adrenaline junkie

his favorite class he took is water skiing

but also really likes his minor classes!

volunteers at local events, like community cleanup

thrifted flannels

shares them with stan

the most well known on campus out of the four + butters

loves late night drives

knows all the scenic spots around campus

has a bunch of tattoos littered on his body

kyle definitely mothers him, taking care of his scratch and bruises

horrible sleep schedule thanks to eric screaming in their dorm at 2am

makes quick god-like meals

the underclassmen idolize him for some reason ?

diy king

was hired to be the campus mascot

but was fired for bringing pyrotechnics on the football field

do not ask this man his bodycount

decorated his ottoman, to make it look less suspicious

definitely hides his drugs and alcohol in it

locks out eric from their dorm room and puts a sock on the door handle when he's getting sum

☆ eric cartman

business administration major with a minor in psychology

2.0 gpa

does not rlly give a fuck abt his classes

gets caught for cheating/plagiarism but somehow manages to never get expelled ?!

runs for his class student body president position, but his campaign is just memes

always scheming for free food, all the clubs know him

doesn't have anything school related in his backpack

loud as fuck in his dorm

"Dude. You’re at, like, an 11 right now. I need you at a 3." "Uh, excuse me? I’m multitasking. This is called strategy, Kenneth. I’m practicing for when I go pro, unlike you and your stupid—whatever it is you’re doing—'The Patriarchy 101' or some crap."

unironically loves the dining hall food

networks on linkedin for some reason ?

listed kyle as a reference on linkedin to piss him off

tiktok famous

atrocious dorm decor

has a cardboard cutout of andrew tate that he loves

runs the school barstool instagram account

reddit mod on the school's subreddit

every few weeks, stan convinces him to set a fitness goal

always fails...

has convinced the entire dorm there’s a ghost, and charged people $10 for ghost hunting tours

once organized a charity on campus to help pregnant students, but pocketed all the money

also ropped butters into it somehow

stole one of stan's succulents

believes he's a karaoke god

records the main four + butters at parties

spends at least an hour in the dorm's bathroom, causing kyle to geek tf out

works as a guide tour for the school, so he could spread misinformation to the tour groups

☆ leopold 'butters' stotch

either an education, psychology, or business major... i can't decide

3.8 gpa

active in the student government

sometimes reviews eric's cheating cases... way too lenient

accidentally started a cult on campus

started as a wholesome self help club

his advice was so endearing people started treating him like a guru

kenny thinks this is hilarious... kyle tried to stage an intervention but failed

becomes an RA

takes it way too seriously, best informative bulletin boards and door decorations

gets really sad whenever no one shows up to game night

so the main four and craig's gang show up out of pity

sometimes the girls come too!

did study aboard for a semester

returned with an inflated sense of cultural superiority

eric mocks the fuck out of him for it LOL

says howdy! to everyone every morning

academic overachiever

too polite to call out slackers in group projects so he just does most of the work

studies at the campus library at a specific spot next to a window

chews grape flavored gum while studying

started cleaning up trash at parties

color coded planner with stickers and motivational quotes

best hugs... stan is like the only person who hugs him back

sneaks into the football stadium at night to just stand on the grass

goes out for every holiday

plans secret santa for his dorm, makes cookies for finals, decorates his dorm room

his dorm door is always open!

☆ Group Dyanmics

always does group costumes for halloween

teletubbies one year, fnaf the next

bad movie nights everyweek

annual camping trips

kyle cries about the lack of phone signal

stan always forgets something important, like his tent or sleeping bag

kenny loves telling scary stories, especially to freak out butters

cartman only packs junk food

butters always burns his smores

every year when the snow falls, the go out in the quad to have a snowball fight and random people join in

kenny somehow manages to get the group to join him for his midnight drives

every semester they crash the weekly campus trivia at least once

can you guess who my favorite is tehehe...