#and all the victims happened to be other rich people who had ties to the togami conglomerate

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

the only reason a togiri hannibal au doesn't fully work is because there is no world where byakuya would or could be qualified to work as a therapist. on the other hand i am fully inclined to believe kyoko could go full will graham, sweaty delirium and all, when the right circumstances call for it

[hellfire--cult]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader {Dark}

Part 2: Run, Rabbit, Run {Steddie x Reader}

WC: 13.1 k

⚠️ +18 MDNI, Slightly dark fic due to wickedness of characters, chasing kink, mentions of bones breaking, tendons splitting, dark woods, blood, knife play, explicit sexual scenes, many forms of Paraphilia described inside the story, owning kink, breeding kink, obsession.

Plot: Once a year, the Haunting Ground event takes place, where the prize is a White Rabbit. This year, the head of The Black Dragons decides to finally join the trial, and claim what is rightfully his. No matter who he has to take down for it.

Author's note: Well shit, I just... wanted to write something out of my comfort zone, and well... this happened. If I missed any warnings please say so, but I hope you enjoy this, and if you don't like any of the warnings above, please, don't read. There isn't any gore at all, js. Also, I didn't proofread this. Please SEE THIS ART of how Eddie ACTUALLY looks in this story. Can't thank Corpse enough for it!

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BUNNY, BUNNY, BUNNY

The rules are simple:

1- You must keep running, only hide when threatened.

2- You can hurt your opponent, make them unable to keep moving, but you cannot kill them.

3- No water and no food will be provided.

4- No weapons except makeshift ones you may create with natural materials you find.

5- The chase ends once everyone has tapped out of it or one person was chosen.

6- Medical care will take out injured opponents, as well as waiting outside every exit in the woods.

He looked all around him in the big wide center of the room, a ball room. There was a big buffet, serving various kinds of foods to fill a whole army, as well as drinks, non alcoholic, were being served around. He scanned all around him, looking at the various masks everyone wore.

A wolf.

A fox.

A blank face.

A goat.

A clown.

There were many varieties, many kinds but mostly were in animal masks. Coming to this kind of event was not something he ever thought of doing, at least not by his own accord. But here he was, in a demon mask, a black skull that covered half of his face, with its black horns going up. He stood out, definitely stood out, and he noticed by all the faces turning towards him. 

He was recognizable, his dark hair tied in a bun, his lips under the top sharp teeth of the skull mask, his eyes showing in the holes of the eye sockets, and then, unlike anyone else in the room, he was only wearing a blazer over his torso, leaving his skin exposed. People looked at him as if he were insane for doing this stunt, others thought he was cocky for trying to think he had a chance dressed like that, but others were simply scared of him.

Tonight, his name was Demon.

He glanced around once more to see the many different people he clearly recognized. Sons of rich families, looking for some fun, for some sense of victory that they can just get with daddy’s money. He also recognized the rings of various people that were only hired to enter this competition and win the prize for their boss. And then, there was him. The only Mafia Boss entering the competition, and that’s why everyone was looking at him.

Mafia bosses don’t often do the dirty work unless it’s a very important client, business or victim. In this case, there was a treasure he wanted, something he had been intrigued by ever since it was mentioned to him, and all he had to do was step over everyone else that was standing in this room with him. 

There might be forty people, all waiting for the presentation to finally start. He knew the time to go out was coming close, so they should do it any time soon. A man stood next to him, and he immediately recognized his voice. Carver Jr. Son of the CEO of Kirasoft. Inc. 

“I am telling you, this year she is getting caught, man.” He hears him say to the other guy next to him, who he didn’t recognize, but probably from the same rich kind of family.

“Can’t believe it’s been the same White Rabbit for three years… How did she manage to do it?”

The lights dimmed and he looked up at the ceiling, knowing there was a specific light that was above him, making him visible even in the dim room. He smirked and looked back down towards the stairs that lead down to the ballroom. He sees the man, the man who hosts this event, the man who gets the money of every single person that pays to participate. 

“Welcome to the annual Haunting Ground night.” Claps were heard around Demon, but his hands were kept inside his front pockets as he waited for the man to continue his stupid speech. “Every year we host this marvelous game, in which there is a prize to be won, a marvelous prize.”

The snicker in the man’s face made Demon’s blood boil, as his hands fisted in his pockets. The need to murder him, the need to see his flesh gush out as he talked was increasing, each second it passed. He looked around again, seeing all the women, the men, the people with masks, smiling with confidence towards the stage. 

“Hearing the rules for a third time is quite annoying.” Demon hears a woman talk next to him to another contestant. She had a deer mask on, her whole face covered so he didn’t know who she was, but it didn’t matter, none of the people inside the room mattered, the only one that did was the person in all white that was going to appear at the top of the stairs. 

And no one, absolutely no one, was getting her except him.

“The rules, you all know about them, but I want to remind you about the emergency beeper you all will have in your pocket. If endangered, if in extreme pain, or you just want to tap out of the contest, you press it, and the emergency team will know your location and come get you.” The man says and Demon only rolled his eyes to the sky, knowing he won’t be using it, but actually making other people use it.

The fact that he couldn’t bring any weapons irked him. He always thought things like this would end in blood baths, but they were being pretty humane about this. Yet, he wanted to murder every single person in this room at the moment, because how dare they even try to steal her away from him? Not that he didn’t kill a few past contestants from the past two years. He heard from the men that participated, that some had grabbed the White Rabbit, just by an inch, but a scratch here and there was done to her skin.

Of course he wasn’t going to let them go unharmed for that.

“If you endanger someone to the point of killing them, you will be disqualified and brought to authorities.” Demon scoffed at that. He has the police wrapped around his finger, and there is nothing anyone can do about it, but he will keep his hands to himself, as much as he can, just so he wouldn’t be disqualified from this. 

He could hear the whispers surrounding him, and also knew that they were about him. He was the most dangerous person amongst the people, and if anyone had a gram of brain cells, they would let him get the prize. But of course, he knows many will try to defeat him, try to throw him to the ground, hurt him, because there are also people from families he had destroyed during the years, just like his uncle did in the past. 

Being the nephew of one of the biggest Mafia bosses didn’t mean anything, you weren’t automatically feared or respected just for being a direct link, a family member. You were respected when you were entrusted with the men, the organization and the operations at such a young age, and even more so, when you are not merciful at all, except when needed to. 

Demon never hurt women or children, and the only time he had to kill a woman was because she had backstabbed his uncle, almost to the point of killing him. She was his right hand, but all this time, even if killing for him, she was planning on taking over him, completely over stepping on Demon. He found her taking out her gun when they were in a transaction between crews, and got her in time before she could actually take it out. His uncle fought that she was protecting him, but Demon saw how she was looking at the back of his uncle’s head, right as she got her hand inside her coat. 

She was operating for the other crew they were doing a transaction with.

So of course, Demon immediately took care of it, eliminating her in front of her brother, the other boss that was sitting in front of his uncle, just so that he knows they are not to mess with. And Demon did all that, at the mere age of 17. Now, at 28 years old, he was a man to be feared, respected by many, and to never try to backstab him, in any sort of form or way. 

But three years ago, he got fixated on something, on someone, when he visited the house of the Red Flies, the second most known Mafia family in the eastern states. He knew he was obsessed, he knew that he shouldn’t even try to get her, but he was immediately swept by her presence, by her voice, by her eyes, in a way no one had made him feel before. This only happened when he locked eyes with her, a small smile appearing on her face, and he knew, he immediately knew, that she was meant to be his.

She was going to be his, no matter the cost.

“Everyone, I present to you, the White Rabbit.” 

And there she was, at the top of the staircase, with a spotlight over her head, the white rabbit mask covering half her face, with the ears going up to the ceiling. She was wearing a white short dress that stuck to the body but was loose at the end. Her lips were drawn into a thin line, as everyone was clapping at her, in awe, with desire in their eyes as well as ambition and greediness. 

The reason why everyone wanted the White Rabbit was simple. They were from a high, a very high association, be it a company or a mafia gang, but they wanted out of that. The White Rabbit holds the power of bribery towards bosses, as well as threats and blackmail. More likely daughters and sons that want to destroy their own lineage. 

Many people here knew who the White Rabbit was, but just by name, even if three years had passed. She was never caught, and she never gave herself to anyone because that can also be done. The White Rabbit can willingly choose who to go with if they so desire. And that’s why Demon was with a smile to his face, his jacket still open as he looked at the White Rabbit. She was scanning the room, looking at all the contestants and then, her eyes landed on a torso, her eyes hazing over as she kept staring at his chest.

You see, Demon also possessed that knowledge, and of course, he studied her, knowing more than her name. Over the last three years he had sent his own men to participate in the trial, but with no intention of winning but just to see what the participants did and how she moved in the woods. 

Demon knew her name, how she looked like, the sound of her voice, who her father was, and also, he knows the things she likes, the things she desires, the things that make her tremble, and that’s why he is exposing his torso, and as she kept her eyes on him, a small grin appearing on her face, her tongue licking her bottom lip even slightly as her eyes clouded with pure lust, her mouth watering just at the pure sight of his tattooed chest and even more when he suddenly takes his tongue out, running his tongue piercing all over his top lip.

Stigmatophilia: Sexual Arousal for body modifications, such as piercings or tattoos.

“Always looking like a diamond in the rough.” He heard Carver say, almost a mumble, and Demon’s blood was boiling already. How dare he look at her? How dare he even think he has a chance? How dare he touch or imagine touching something that was his? How fucking dare he even comment on his prize? 

“We all know how this goes. The White Rabbit will have an upper hand of five minutes to infiltrate the woods. Do not, by any means, hurt the White Rabbit. If the White Rabbit is caught, the decision to go with that person for a limited time, or to be completely owned, is up to them.” Demon smirked at those words. There is a contract the White Rabbit has to sign before submitting themselves as the prey. If they decide they want to do a temporary ownership of their body, then the contract is not signed by the captor. But if they do decide for a complete ownership of body and soul, the contract will be signed by both parties, kind of like a marital contract.

This was all in the Mafia organization of course, it’s not legal, but it is something to be respected in between the groups and companies. Demon does not like this idea, because no person should be owned, no person should be held like an animal, no person should be treated like an object. But in the White Rabbit’s eyes, he saw that longing, he saw the need of belonging to someone, of being owned. 

And he was more than happy to oblige.

“Do you think this year is the year? Will she get caught?” He heard the woman next to him, and for the first time in the night, he finally talked, with a gruff voice coming out of his lips.

“She will.”

The people around him all turned with widened eyes, shocked faces behind their masks, as whispers erupted all around them. He was still locking eyes with the White Rabbit, whose smile was still on her lips, almost a snicker, a wicked grin, and he couldn’t wait to start running, he couldn’t wait to start chasing, his body was already trembling at the need of wanting to earn his prize.

“No more food, no more water. The trial starts now… Rabbit… Run.” The host finally said and Demon saw how the light over her head turned off, and in two seconds it lit up again, only for her to be gone. “Get ready and line up to the edge of the woods.”

At his queue everyone started heading out of the ballroom, but Demon just walked, calmly, hands still in his blazer pockets, heading towards the big doors and finally being hit with the wind of the night, the sound of the leaves ruffling all around and the trees merging up in front of him, a sea of trunks and bushes that he will have to run through. 

He stood next to Carver, who was already in a stance of pounce, waiting for the sound of the gun so they could all start running. Demon slowly took off his blazer, throwing it in the ground, revealing his completely tattooed torso, with many ink designs such as dragons, or skulls, or demons, and they go all over his arms and back as well. There are some patches of untouched skin, but overall, he is completely covered in them. 

The many people that stood next to him on each side were looking at him, gulping, except for Carver who simply rolled his eyes at him. Demon looked up at the full moon that was going to help him look through the deep woods, the light that he knew how to follow to keep a steady pace, and the shadows that would help him knock down any person that might come in his way. 

After a minute, he saw the man, the host, walking up on the balcony of the building, his silhouette shining with the moonlight as he raised the flare gun up. Demon took a deep breath in from his nose, getting his hair up in a low ponytail, calmly, as his chest rose and fell with his breaths. His eyes gazed back to the woods, a small grin appearing on his face as he fixed the rings that were on his right hand.

BANG.

His fist immediately collided with Carver’s Jaw, sending him backwards, and the only thing that could be heard was the crack of teeth and a gurgled grunt as he fell to the floor. He quickly turned to grab onto the ponytail of the woman that had screamed at the vicious act, the woman with the deer mask on, pulling her back towards his chest. He wrapped his right hand over the woman’s neck and her hands immediately flew to his forearm, trying to break free.

“Let ME GO!” She yelled with a choke and he scoffed with a roll of his eyes when he raised his left hand up, pressing it at the back of her hand to bend it forward and then with his right arm he started pressing onto the sides of her neck to start cutting her blood flow towards her brain. 

Her body started to go limp and when he felt her arms fall from him, he instantly let go of her, letting her fall to the ground, completely unconscious. He doesn’t hurt women. It will take more time if he does this trick every single time, but even if they try to go after him, he won’t hurt them. Many had already taken off, but some, a very few, stayed to look at what he’s done. 

One by one, they started backing up back into the house as they saw Carver’s mouth going slack as he tried to talk, making Demon turn to throw a wicked grin his way. The blonde man took the beeper out of his pocket and groaned as he pressed the button to finally call assistance. Once Demon heard the beep, he took off running into the woods. 

His blood was pumping with adrenaline, his breathing steady as he rushed by the trees, jumping over boulders, hearing some screams and passing by some men injuring one another. When he arrived at a cleared up area, he stopped running at the sound of some bushes rustling, right next to him, the crack of a twig catching his attention. 

He instantly jumped forward when he saw the bushes finally moving and a man, a bigger man than he is, jumped out of them and onto him, but missed thanks to Demon's premeditated step. The big man steadied himself, wearing a bear mask as he glared at him, a sly smirk on his lips. 

“Well, well, well… Didn’t think the Boss of the Black Dragon would be in a thing like this. Don’t you have many women to choose from?” The Bear chuckled at his words but Demon only grimaced at them. He thinks The White Rabbit can be compared to any woman? To any person? 

“If you want all your limbs in the same place, you would close that mouth of yours.” Demon threatens but Bear only belly laughs at him, shaking his head.

“It’s just you. You know, your uncle really fucked me over with my company.” At those words, Demon could only roll his eyes, not wanting to waste another second in this mindless conversation.

“You probably didn’t pay up in time, or, if I remember correctly, didn’t you kill your wife?” He remembers the deal. This man, and his wife, were going to share half and half of the credit The Black Dragon crew was giving them. The wife asked for a divorce, which would have made the contract void, and the money had to be returned in its entirety to the organization. She had her half untouched, he didn’t. She was going to be free, he wasn’t. 

So in his anger, he killed her, making it seem like suicide to the legal eye, but to the organizations he was seen as a murderer. Now, seeing him in this trial, wanting to get the White Rabbit, Demon felt his blood burning up in anger, because he wasn’t going to let a man like him get her… He wasn’t going to let a man like him get any other woman or person.

“She killed herself. I made that very clear.” The Bear’s face fell, as he clenched his fists next to his hips. Demon knew what was going to happen, so he fixed the bloody rings on his right hand again, his smile spreading knowing it was Carver’s blood. 

“You won’t get her.” Demon says in a dead tone, which the bigger man only chuckled at, unamused, and he took a step forward, and Demon only cracked his neck once. 

“We’ll see about that.” And the first fist was thrown by The Bear, only to be dodged easily by Demon, moving aside. He raised his leg up and immediately hit the bigger man at the right shin with his combat boot. The Bear groaned loudly, turning his whole body to tackle Demon into the ground, his upper body slamming with Demon’s torso, sending him to the floor with the big man on top of him.

He cursed under his breath as the air in his lungs got knocked out slightly thanks to the impact, feeling a sharp sting on his shoulder, making his eyes go wide and groan in pain, looking at the side. The Bear cheated, a small swiss knife now was on Demon’s shoulder, pressed by the man that was on top of him. 

“I see you’re still playing fucking dirty.” Demon almost but snarls at the man on top of him who only laughed out loud and shook his head at the words.

“You don’t get anything in life if you don’t do it my way. My wife knew that, yet, she decided she wanted to fuck me over.” He was laughing, and Demon’s veins were popping out from the anger, from the rage, from the images of this man’s hands over your body, tracing his knife on your skin until he could bury it into the deepest of your gut if you made a wrong move.

His left hand was free to roam, and he grabbed onto a small boulder that was on the floor, immediately clenching his fingers around it to throw his arm up, swinging it towards the man’s head, making him yell in pain as the rock busted his ear and ripped open the skin on his temple. He fell to the side, holding his side of the head in pain while Demon sat up in one quick movement, taking the swiss knife out of his shoulder and throwing it away. Wasting no time, he lunged himself over the other man’s figure.

He was now on top, having won the wrestling match, or the kid fight he just had, and the man below him yelled for mercy, which made Demon only grin wider and wider, knowing that he was a step closer to his prize. In one swift move he pressed his knee against the man’s thigh, while his hand grabbed onto his calf, pulling it upwards, and he just needed one snap, he can at least make it quick for the guy below him.

SNAP. CRACK.

“MY FUCKING LEG!” The Bear yelled below him, only for Demon to scoff at his cries. He stood up and walked off the wailing man who was already taking out his beeper to call for medical care. Demon grabbed onto the beeper, a glare in his eyes as he looked at the man below him.

“After this, you better hide… Because I will kill you.” He threw the beeper far away from The Bear. He would have to crawl with his broken leg to get it, making that task torturous to say the least. 

“P-Please, spare me– This is just a game–” Demon pressed his foot onto the man’s broken leg, and another yell of pain could be heard through the open field. 

“No. You should have noticed that this is not a game to me, and you should have known that messing with me today would be a very bad choice.” He let go of the man, stepping away. The Bear’s face was stained from the tears of pain he was induced to, but Demon could care less. 

The black haired man immediately took off again, running through the bushes as he heard a few screams and yells of victory. His mentality started spiraling as he felt himself growing impatient by how long this was going to take. If he had to take out every single contestant he was going to end up doing a massacre and that was against the rules.

Because he would kill for The White Rabbit.

He was hearing many beeping sounds around him, some grunts and people that were writhing on the ground in pain as he walked by. So many were with broken bones, some had scratches all over their bodies and that’s when he remembered the wound on his shoulder. He looked at it as he walked, moving his shoulder in circles to see if it caused any damage. He scoffed and chuckled as he noticed he could still move his arm freely even if the wound was open. 

The bastard couldn’t even aim a knife right. He didn’t really deserve to live, not if he is going to threaten death right in the face and expect to come out alive from it. That’s what Demon was. Death. Crossing him meant bargaining with life, and backstabbing him with treason meant instant death. He didn’t do most of the dirty work, only when it’s necessary and when he would get pleasure from it, and that man he just fought, he wasn’t going to be killed by a stranger in his organization. Demon was going to cut his head off himself.

He stopped walking when he heard a rustle, but it wasn’t on any of his sides. He turned his body, scanning all over when he heard it again. He smirked as he put his hands in the front of his pockets, his heart beating into his chest from the adrenaline and from the excitement of getting closer and closer to his objective.

“You should come down from the trees.”

A small giggle could be heard from his back as he slowly turned to finally see the person he wanted most climbing down from a tree. Her white dress flowed with some white shorts underneath, but the white was now smudged with some dirt, and some blood as well. Her white ears moved as she tilted her head at him, scanning him all over, her body rocking on the balls of her feet.

“Your ears are very perceptive.” 

 “You’re just too loud.” He says in a low voice, watching the White Rabbit start moving, circling him, with her hands behind her back, swaying her head from side to side as if humming a song. His head followed her, seeing her bare feet covered in mud as the leaves crunched under them. 

“Hmm… Someone got you.” She says, pointing at the wound on his shoulder, in which he simply shrugs as if to show her that he wasn’t fazed by it.

“By playing dirty.” She hummed again as she looked down at the floor, still circling all around him as if inspecting him, scanning him, and her mouth watered at every single patch of skin she saw inked. She was already imagining what his legs looked like, and she was already trembling with the idea of using her nails to give him new scars.

“Are you here to get me?” She asks him, finally stopping right in front of him, just a few feet away, her hands still behind her back with a grin on her face. He took his hands out of his front pockets, letting them hang on his sides.

“To claim you.” She tilted her head at his voice, her smile widening, creepily so, as her eyes glistened with sudden excitement and adrenaline and Demon knew what was coming, because he had studied the White Rabbit after all.

“You’ll have to catch me first.” And she turned on her heel, and sprinted off into the darkness of the woods, and Demon’s teeth showed as his wicked grin grew, and grew.

Autassassinophilia: Sexual arousal when being in a dangerous situation, such as being chased, or wanted for murder.

His feet started working, running forward to where The White Rabbit went, listening to far cries that were deep into the woods, and he wondered just how many other people were left, not that it mattered, because he already won. He knew he already won when he decided to sign up for this trial. He knew he had won the moment he stepped into the ballroom. He knew he had won when she had smiled at him, right at the top of the marbled stairs.

He stopped running when he came into an empty spot, surrounded by trees, looking all around him. His eyes twitched as he tried to listen to the sounds, knowing now that it was just him and her. He was preying on her as much as she was preying on him. He knew she was circling him, his little rabbit, trying to be sneaky, but a twig was heard from his left side and his feet immediately moved to that sound.

Long strides were taken thanks to his long legs, his belt clinking as he ran, going past the trees once again. He ran in between trunks, jumping over the fallen logs, but his eyes sparkled when he heard a giggle from behind him, making him stop in his tracks, turning around rapidly to see her retreating figure, running away from him. A smirk appeared on his lips. She had run past him and he didn’t notice.

He started running after her, deciding to swerve left, going deep into the woods again, no longer following behind her. She kept running, her breathing completely accelerated, her belly turning with anticipation, with adrenaline, with arousal, with desire. Oh, she wanted him. She had waited, and waited. But his footsteps were no longer heard behind her, making the White Rabbit stop, turning around to try to listen to her surroundings.

He wasn’t following her, did she run too fast? Did he lose sight of her? But she was sure she was hearing him behind her, not even five seconds ago. She took one step, then another, passing by a tree but she stopped her movements again, her eyes widening, goosebumps emerging on her skin as she slowly turned her head to see the figure that was just behind the tree, waiting for her.

“Caught you.” 

Demon immediately pounced on her, grabbing onto her shoulders and tackling her to the ground, a crazed smile on his face as she struggled to get free, but it was already done. He was on top of her, his calves over her thighs to pin her down while his hands were on her biceps now, digging deeply, pushing her onto the ground. She was panting heavily as she opened her eyes to finally see the man that was on top of her.

“Dirty.” She spats and he scoffs, licking inside his bottom lip as she relaxes under his hold. A small smile appeared on her lips, the moonlight shining through the woods, just enough for him to see her. He took one hand away from her bicep, getting hold of the bottom of her mask, pulling it up to finally reveal that beautiful face he got mesmerized with three years ago, at a simple meeting. That face that told him, we’re equal. That face that told him, I will serve you if given the chance. That face that he wanted to see, everyday, at every hour, for as long as he lives. That face that claimed him that same night, with a smile, with the stares, with the intense stare in the eyes.

You.

“Hello, Bunny.” That was your nickname in your father’s organization. Bunny. Too pure, too innocent, too charming, yet, you were the complete opposite. You were nasty, you were evil, you were vengeful, you were a freak. A complete and utter freak. And he was the same, he was your exact same, and you were expectant of him. You were waiting for him to appear. You were in this trial behind your father’s back for three years, because you wanted him. You wanted the man that had whispered in your ear ‘You’ll be mine.’ three years ago. You wanted the man that’s been said to have killed and destroyed many organizations and the members inside of them. You wanted the man that you knew could own you, yet, wouldn’t cage you.

Your fingertips from your free hand raised up, finally touching the teeth of the black demon mask he was wearing, first grazing it, gently, as if taking in this moment with him, this moment where everything will change, this moment where your life will finally become yours, and his. You gripped onto the mask and finally lifted it up, and he helped by bending down slightly so you could rip it off his face, throwing the plastic far away from you both.

“Munson.” A smile appeared on your face as you saw him, your cheeks flushing at his sight, as if you were a bitch in heat in front of her master, and you weren’t far from it. You knew Eddie owned you that same night you met him, and he also knew you were meant to be his. 

“What are those?” He asked, placing a hand on your waist where a stain was on your dress, a shiver running down your spine as a soft moan escaped your throat, knowing his hand was covered in ink and touching you.

“I might have snapped a few tendons here and there… Putting the competition away for you…” Your eyes were already looking up at him with desire, with the need of being alone with him, of him claiming you, completely. He smirked down towards you, leaning down to talk closely onto your face.

“What’s your choice, Bunny?” He softly asks, his eyes hinting of desperation, but also insecurity of some sort, but he didn’t have to worry. He shouldn’t, because you are his, you’ve always been his.

“I’ll stay with you, forever, if you’ll have me.” His eyes widened slightly with emotion, his gut turning at your words and his hand flew to grab onto your jaw, harshly, to pull you towards his lips, into a messy yet wanton kiss. A kiss that he had been craving for far too long. You moaned onto his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he finally let your thighs go, his calves resting on the floor now. 

His teeth caught onto your bottom lip, and you could already feel the iron taste filling your mouth, knowing he was piercing your skin, but that only made your thighs clench with eachother even more, wetness pooled inside your shorts as his actions showed you that he studied you, that he knew you, and he knew what you were into. He pulled away from you, licking his lips from your blood as he looked down, seeing your bottom lip with your red tint, blood coming out from the inside of it. 

“You’re mine. I’m going to protect you Bunny, I’m not letting anyone take you away from me, and if they dare come close… I’ll kill them, you say the word… And I’ll kill everyone you tell me to.” A soft smile spread on your face as you looked at him, crazed and wild eyes staring at each other as your grip on his shoulders tightened, and a firework was shot into the sky, but you two didn’t move. Just stared into each other's eyes. 

You’re free.

Your hands gripped on your last bag with the remaining clothes you had. A smile on your face the whole time the elevator dinged closer and closer to Eddie’s penthouse, one of the many properties he possesses. You hadn’t changed, still wearing the white stained dress over your body, but the people that organized this trial had already sent your prepared luggage to Eddie’s, meaning that the only thing left to deliver was you.

The ding didn’t even startle you as the doors opened, and a big double door greeted you a few steps away from the metal confinement. You stepped towards it, and grabbed onto the handle, finding the door open. A smile appeared on your face as you opened it, walking in to take in the immense decorated space in modern yet vintage looking furniture. You put your bag down, closing the door behind you as you stepped inside the apartment, seeing that it had stairs going up to a second floor. 

You were looking around, knowing that he should be here somewhere. After he had caught you, you were brought into the office to sign off the permanent contract to him, with a smile to your face all the while. The host was simply looking at you as if you were insane, because being owned by the Black Dragon association was not something many desired, much less, being owned by the boss of it.

Eddie was sent home so you could gather your bags, and those bags you saw at the very corner of the living room. You heard something in the kitchen, making you tilt your head slightly at the sound, like a rattle, so you followed it, walking into the dimmed light kitchen, modern, with the cupboards and utilities in black, against the white marble counters, but your eyes centered on the person that was pouring two glasses of wine, in the middle of the room.

“Hello again darling.” He put the wine bottle on the counter and his eyes finally looked up to lock with yours. He was still shirtless, still with the same bloody clothes, the wound in his shoulder already stitched and bandaged, and your mouth salivated with the need of pressing your tongue onto his skin. His hair was down, eyes a deep brown that only made you move by instinct, slowly approaching him with your hands behind your back.

Like a small bunny.

“This house is a little big for you.” You say as you stand next to him, grabbing onto the wine glass and taking a small sip from it, the burning of the alcohol soothing your throat and calming your nerves. Nerves that were there because you waited so long to be with him, alone, like this. Completely owned by him, his property, his partner. 

“Glad that you are filling it with me now.” He says in a low tone, which sends shivers down your spine, because for some reason you knew that the night was going to be long, and that by the end of it, you won’t be able to walk. Hopefully.

“So, you’ve been studying me over the last three years, huh.” You say with a smile, not looking at him, still with the glass of wine on your lips, and the alcohol was slightly stinging the wound he provoked on you in the woods. 

“And you’ve been waiting for me for three years.” He retorted, his eyes slowly turning black from how his pupils began to dilate the more his eyes roamed your body. He took a large chug from his wine glass, putting the crystal on the counter again while you giggled at his words, making all of his blood go south immediately. 

“Took you long enough.” You replied to him and his hand twitched on the counter as he stared down at you. Your giggle stopped but that wicked smile was still on your lips, setting your glass down as you finally turned your head to look at him. “I’ve been studying you too.”

“And how so?” He asks, the need to grab you, the need to get hold of you, pin you down, making you shut up, beginning to gnaw in the deep of his gut. You shrug at him, not even sparing him another word and his eyes twitched, his fire igniting as his right hand rises up, tracing your cheek softly in which you melted at, pressing your face against it. 

Your eyes suddenly widened when his hand enveloped your throat, in one swift movement, and pressure was applied, cutting your blood flow and oxygen at the same time. A choked moan escaped your lips as he looked down at you, a smile appearing in his lips, knowing very well that you were drenched by now, clenching onto nothing as he applied more pressure on you.

Asphyxiophilia: Sexual Arousal when being choked, often cutting the oxygen circulation.

“Now, let’s get one thing straight Bunny.” His left hand, which was still on the counter, found the knife he had already prepared for this moment, the knife that would start it all. “I own you. I make the rules and you just follow them. There’s nothing else you have to do.” 

You nodded, choking on your voice as your eyes started rolling to the back of your head, your hands gripping his wrist and he finally let go of some of the pressure to let oxygen flow in your body again. You choked a sigh of relief, your breathing already jagged by how much air entered all at once in your lungs again, yet his hand was still on your throat, his tattooed hand. 

His left hand raised up, pressing the tip of his blade onto your cheek, the smile still on his face as he looked at you. You smiled through your dizziness at him, and oh you were so beautiful. He guided his knife down, slowly, gliding it over your body, until he reached the hem of your dress. Your eyes widened as you felt the sharp tip of the knife over your shorts, your clit twitching at the sharpness of it. That sent an adrenaline shock through your body that almost made you squirm, but you knew that if you moved he might hurt you there.

He appreciated you staying still, and you were just too perfect for him. He twisted the knife so the blade would be facing upwards, and he slowly punctured the tip of the knife inside your shorts, but not through your soaked underwear. He smirked at you one last time and that’s when you heard the intense ripping sound, a gasp escaping your lips, the blade stretching the dress off your body as it ripped it in half, going all the way to your collarbone. 

His eyes scanned your frame, a white bra on your body as well as the matching thong that he could see from the slit of your shorts. The both of you had dirt all over yourselves, but that only enticed him to take you even more. To finally own you completely. He motioned towards your hands with the knife, which were still wrapped around his wrist. You gave a sigh as you dropped your hands to your sides, making the dress finally fall off from your shoulders, as if it were a coat. 

He slowly let go of your neck, letting the knife rest on top of the counter again, your breathing heavy and with the imprints of his fingers already on your neck, and tears were threatening to fall down from your eyes as you looked at him, but they weren’t enough. They weren’t enough for him, and he wanted more, he wanted to see you completely ruined by him. 

“On your knees.” You shivered at his command, wanting to be a brat, deny him, but this is what you’ve always wanted, to belong to him. For him to use you as he pleases, for him to drag you around like a plaything, but yet, to protect you like a partner, like an equal. You slowly got down on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes and he pressed his fingers under your chin to keep you up. “Will you do everything as I say?”

“Yes, yes, I will.” You were desperate now, not being able to handle anymore teasing from him. 

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” He commanded this time, and you did as told, opening your pretty mouth from him, your pink tongue sticking out and he grinned at the view. He gathered his saliva inside his mouth, to then lean in and drop his spit into your mouth and tongue. He immediately closed your mouth with force. “Swallow.”

You didn’t. You closed your eyes at the taste of him in your tongue, just for a second and his eyes widened, lust covering his features as he saw you moaning with his spit in your mouth. You then swallowed, and opened your eyes again, sticking your tongue out for him, as if asking for more. He straightened up, his belt coming undone, the leather slipping off from his pants. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation, knowing exactly what he was going to do with it later on.

“What do you want me to do now?” You ask him and he simply smirks down at you, wicked eyes crossing his features as he unbuttoned his pants, dragging the zipper down.

“You just stay there, look pretty, while I fuck that bratty mouth of yours.” A gasp was heard from you but it was an excited one, your eyes immediately darting towards the bulge that was inside his pants as he finally pulled them down, along with his boxers. His cock springing up to hit against his pelvis, right in between the V shape that you want to trace your tongue on. “Spit.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you lunged forward as he grabbed onto his shaft, pulling it down for you to spit on it, and his hand started going up and down on himself, slowly, and your lips turned into a pout as you stared. It wasn’t fair, you wanted to do that. You raised your hand up only to be stopped by a sting, a sharp sting and a smack. His other hand was still holding the folded belt, and he used it to hit your hand away, making your eyes sting with tears as you put your hand back down, rubbing it softly with your other one, looking up at him with a frown in your face.

“Wh–”

“Don’t fucking touch me. I said, STAY THERE.” He almost growls at you, sending another shiver down your spine, but you straightened up, looking up at him, waiting for his instructions as he still stroked himself with your spit, making you gulp with need, seeing how large he was, your body moving forward, wanting to give it at least a small kiss to the head, only for another sharp sting hitting you, this time, it was a slap by his big hand, not that hard, but not gentle either, making you turn your head away with a whimper.

He waited for you to turn back at him, to see your reaction, to see what you are thinking because even if he studied you, he still has some self control and empathy in himself, and much more when it comes to you. He doesn’t want to hurt you in ways that you do not enjoy, but as you slowly turn to look back at him, your cheek stinging, with a smile to your face and hazy looking eyes as if in a trance, he couldn’t help but smile down at you.

“Can I beg?” You ask, and it was an honest question, a question of boundaries, a question to get to know him even more, to know what you can and can’t do, and he was appreciative of that.

“Yes. Beg for my cock, I want to hear how much you want it Bunny, how much you’ve been wanting it for these past three years.” And your breathing hitched at that, an excited smile appearing in your lips as you looked up at him, your brain completely drained from conscious thought as your desire poured out of your lips.

“Please Eddie, I want your big cock in my mouth, please… I want to taste you, have your cum dripping in my throat, been wanting it for so long, please– Don’t keep me waiting baby, please…” Your sultry voice filled his ears, a shiver running down his spine as his dick twitched in his pants, asking for attention, but there was a reason for you wanting to beg, because you studied him too… You know what he likes.

Narratophilia:  Sexual arousal to obscene words.

“Then open your fucking mouth, and you’ll take what I give you.” You didn’t waste a second, your nails digging in your knees as you opened your mouth again, sticking your tongue out for him. With one hand he guided his cock, and with the other he pressed it at the back of your head, pulling you forward towards it. 

He first taunts you, pulling your head back for you to kitten lick the tip, to then pull you forward again to take it into your mouth only to repeat the motion again. A soft whimper vibrated in your throat, which made Eddie’s hold grow tighter on your scalp, and he finally thrust himself inside of your mouth, halfway in and started going in a slow pace first so your mouth would get coated in your saliva. He knew he would hurt you if he made you deepthroat at once, and he didn’t want to destroy your vocal chords, at least not yet.

You closed your eyes as you hollow your cheeks to finally start sucking on him, letting him bob your head back and forth at his own pace, but you relished in the taste of him, a moan escaping your throat in delight as your spit helped your movements be smoother each thrust he did into you. He was holding back his groans at your sight, finally having you at his mercy, on your knees. His self control slowly slipping away as he tilts his head back, closing his eyes at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock, loving the way he could feel you moaning against him.

Your pussy clenched at nothing, and you wanted to touch yourself, relieve some of the tension building inside of you, but you knew better than that, so you kept your hands at your knees, fingernails scratching your skin. His hand finally let go of his cock, guiding it towards the back of your head, finally joining his other one, gripping onto your hair. He stopped you from bobbing your head, only for him to start thrusting himself inside of your mouth, inside and out, still in a slow pace.

Your eyes opened to look up at him and his eyes beamed at how you were looking at him. Pleading for more. So that, he did. He thrusted deeper this time, a gulp being heard from you, a gargle, but not a gag, not quite yet. His pace quickened, a groan finally coming to his throat as your eyes started tearing up the deeper he went in. This is what you wanted, to be used by him, and your wetness sipping through your underwear and shorts even was an indication of that.

“What a fucking slut, not even gagging.” He chuckled only to stop when even if you had a mouth full of him, he could still see the cocky turn up of the corner of your lips while staring up at him. His nose flared and he suddenly slammed himself inside your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. A tear slid down your cheek and you finally gagged at him, but because it was a surprise to you more than anything. He pulled back only to slam himself back in, your gags and gurgles filling the room as your mascara started running down your face.

He pulled back just for a second for you to take a deep breath through your nose, and he trembled slightly with a moan caught in his throat as he saw your face. His hands gripping your hair even tighter, not being able to contain himself as he started thrusting himself into your mouth, quick, but not deep like before, yet your spit mixed with his precum started slipping from the sides of your mouth. 

He couldn’t help but wanting you to keep crying, to keep tearing up, so he slammed himself again against your mouth, hitting your throat again, and you breathed through your nose in order not to gag, but your eyes widened when you realized that he was staying there. You whimpered against him, as more tears slipped through your eyes as you tried to keep your breathing under control, but he was groaning in pleasure at the sight. 

You started gagging, your body lurching forward a couple of times and that was Eddie’s queue to finally pull away from you, taking his cock out of your mouth.

“Ung–” You were panting, trying to move your throat a bit to numb the sudden beating it received, but Eddie simply pulled you up from your hair, making you gasp as you stood on your two feet again, your knees screaming in pain from being against the hard floor for too long. His face was inches from yours and your eyes saw what he was looking at. You couldn’t help the smirk that came to your face as you felt his dick twitch against your hip as he inspected your cheeks, your tears.

Dacryphilia: Sexual arousal to seeing the partner crying or shedding tears.

His lips immediately connected to yours, a rough, deep kiss, full of lust and desperation. Your mouth opened for him, once again, and his tongue invaded it in a second. You clenched again when you felt his tongue piercing all around your cavity, on your tongue, clinking against your teeth. He moaned into your mouth when he felt the mix of his taste, your spit, as well as the saltiness of your tears. 

He pulled away from you, pulling his boxers and pants up but not buttoning himself up as you stared at him, completely dazed for his next move. He couldn’t help himself and he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, in which you sighed dreamily at, knowing you were being a good girl. His good girl.

“Let's go upstairs. I have to ruin you.” You trembled at his words, excited for that to happen, excited to be ruined by him, excited to be yourself with him. He turned you around, and he grabbed his belt from the counter with one hand, the other being pressed against the small of your back, guiding you towards the stairs. You went up, your pussy clenching at each step taken as the adrenaline pumped in your veins. He was right behind you, now finally walking you towards his room.

He opened the door for you, and you walked in to take it all in. Realization hit you. This wasn’t just any of Eddie’s properties, this was his house, the one he considered home, the one that was all him and not something designed by someone else. His guitars were on display on one wall, a few paintings and limited vinyl editions of what you believed were his favorite bands, the big king sized bed in the middle of the room with dark comforters, and the big window on its side, a few feet away with long black draped curtains. 

You were now part of his home.

A sudden feeling filled you as you turned around with excitement to wrap your arms around his shoulders, the action completely startling him as he looked down at you. Your lips immediately found his, as you took in the feeling that he owned you, but in the most caring way possible, and like you stated before, you knew he wasn’t going to cage you up, not that you minded if it was done by him.

His lips moved with yours as he slowly guided you towards the bed, his hands going to your back to finally unclasp your bra. The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed, and you pulled away from him, taking your bra off completely. He looked down at your bare breasts, wanting to dive into them, take them into his mouth, but he made a promise to you first. He raised a hand, slapping one of your tits with it, making you gasp with a moan.

“Get on the fucking bed, and raise your hands over your head.” You smiled at him as you sat down on the bed, pushing yourself backwards into the middle of it as he kept his eyes on you, slowly walking towards the side of the bed as you laid down, throwing your arms up, almost touching his black headboard. From the corner of it, he opened a small wooden door, at the very top, and he started pulling a black rope from it, your eyes widening at it, while a small smirk spread on your cheeks.

“The headboard seems new.” You managed to say in a hoarse voice, and he chuckled at that, grabbing onto your right wrist, pulling you towards the bracelet of the rope, wrapping it tightly around your skin. 

“Custom made. Received it a couple of days ago.” For some reason, he didn’t want to lie to you about that, nor tease you, because he wanted you to know that he prepared himself for you and just you. This bed was made for you, and that made you moan with need, your thighs rubbing together at his confession. He circled the bed, going to the other top corner of his headboard to pull the same rope out, grabbing your left wrist and pulling you towards him again, and you felt the tug onto your right hand, not letting it move further. 

“How thoughtful of you Eds.” You smiled at him when you noticed he wasn’t tightening the bracelets too hard on your skin. You have noticed that he was thoughtful of you, careful to some degree with you, yet, rough. His hand went down again, slapping at your left breast now, your back slightly arching at the feeling, with a moan trapped in your throat.

“Are you going to stop talking?” You giggled and licked your lips, wanting once again to go against him, but you knew better. You liked being dominated, you really did, and you knew that your other side was something you couldn’t do with Eddie. He sighed at your giggling, heading towards his dresser where he left his belt at the top of it. You bit your lip as your eyes glistened with anticipation.

“You’re gonna punish me? Don’t you want to fuck me? Take me? Breed me? Why are you taking so long Eddie?” You lifted your legs up, bending at your knees, spreading them open for him and he almost dropped the belt to the ground at your words, groaning as you used his kink against him. He put his knee on the edge of the bed and you smiled at him, a wicked smile.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” 

SMACK.

You gasped loudly as your body jolted upwards from the mixed sensations that just went through your whole body, like an electric shock. He swung his belt towards your clothed cunt, smacking it, sending a sharp yet burning pain through your whole body, and your clit throbbed with the need of more friction, even if painful, it still felt so good after being neglected for a long while.

Eddie was smirking as he looked at you, squirming under him, his cock wanting to explode out of the confines of his boxers again, the zipper that was already down from his pants digging into the bulge as it twitched on him. He raised his belt again, smacking you on your left inner thigh, making you jolt again and your legs spread even more. You were perfect for him, simply perfect, moaning thanks to what he was doing, tears starting to form in your eyes again… You were his.

Sexual sadism: Sexual arousal on causing pain, non life-threatening.

“Eddie– Eddie please–” You were begging again, but that earned you another bruising smack to your other inner thigh, your back arching at the pain, yet pleasure that shot through your body as the ropes on the headboard clinked at the movement of your arms.

“Are you that desperate for my cock?” He says as he looks down at you, and you nodded desperately, a tear sliding down from the corner of your eye, and honestly, Eddie was too. He waited too long for this, and even though he wanted to do so many more things to you, he knew he had time, that you both had time.

“Yes, please, fill me up– I need your cock inside of me, waited too long for you baby, don’t tease me anymore, don’t tease us any longer…” You begged but this time it was a genuine one, a very truthful one that Eddie couldn’t deny. He put the belt to the side, almost throwing it, and he grabbed the hem of your ripped shorts and underwear, ripping it off from you in one move, helping him with the movement of your legs. 

He looked down at your wet pussy, and you already made a complete mess of yourself. The shorts were drenched as well as your tongue, and he couldn’t help but think again that he was blessed with you by some god. You were his equal, completely unhinged, crazy, and you two were desperate for one another. 

His cock would have to wait, because he couldn’t help himself as he saw you like this, at his mercy, legs spread and inner thighs red from his ministrations. He held you at the back of your knees, your eyes widening when he bent them forward, towards your chest, and your hips raised up, your cunt facing the ceiling. He smirked at it, leaning down to take a long swipe against your wet folds, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You wanted to arch your back, but you couldn’t as his grip was tight on the back of your thighs, making your back arch downwards. A moan escaped your lips as he kept swiping his tongue on you, licking on your wetness, tasting you, and groaning at how sweet you were, relishing in the fact that he could have you like this any time he wants from now on. Your hands made the ropes clink again, as you tried to guide them to his head, to hold onto him, and you whined at the restraints.

“Eddie– Eds–” You moaned his name and his hand raised up to smack your lifted ass as it left your thigh to do so. You gasped at the feeling, keeping your knees to your chest in order not to go against him. He flicked his tongue on your clit, and your moans finally started coming out of your mouth, one after the other. He was almost eating you up, like a starved man. 

And he couldn’t get enough. He could do this all day, he could stay buried in your pussy if he could because you just tasted so good, so much better than what he anticipated, than what he had imagined. All these years of waiting paid off, because it tasted as if you were waiting for him, it tasted like you were made for him, to his taste, that someone made his favorite flavor, and it had always been you.

His tongue finally dipped inside you, and he moaned against your cunt as he felt your walls clenching around him, the ropes clinking as you thrashed your arms from the sensation, his nose bumping on your clit as he moved his head up and down, his tongue flicking inside of you, and he really was devouring you. 

Thanks to all the edging, the teasing, and how you had been wet from the very moment you saw him in the ballroom, the coil in your belly started to form rapidly. Your moans escalated in sound, and your eyes closed at how good his tongue was flicking at your walls, trying to reach that place that would make you see stars. He took his mouth off you with a gasp, getting air back in his lungs and you almost cried at the loss, only to feel one strong and large finger enter you, and curling in a come hither motion. 

“Oh, FUCK!” Your head went back into the pillows as a moan escaped from your lips, loud, the spongy part of yourself being rubbed onto over and over again. He smirked at the sight, his panting from desire being heard along your moans.

“Are you enjoying yourself little Bunny?” He asks and you nod your head desperately, tears prickling in your eyes as you feel the burning at your hip from the position and your wrists tugged onto the ropes again.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please– Please keep going!” And he was going to. He wasn’t going to edge you, not this time, because you’ve been such a good girl, even if a little bratty, you were a good girl for him. He pushed another finger inside of you, your eyes widening as both of them started rubbing you, repeatedly, your belly screaming for release. Your chest was heaving up and down as your panting increased and his movements became fast, the squelching of your cunt being heard across the room.

“Come on, cum for me. Fucking look at me while you cum.” And that you did, staring up at him with your mouth open, moans coming out as your belly finally exploded, your vision going white as you tried to keep your eyes open for him, but you knew the tears were blocking your vision. Your pussy clamped down on his fingers and you heard him curse at the feeling as he tried to keep the fast pace on you. Your legs trembled around him as his name spilled out of your lips.

“Eddie! Oh my god, SHIT!” You kept riding your orgasm against his fingers, your walls clenching and unclenching until it finally stopped, your body jolting once, then twice as Eddie slowed down his fingers on you, and once he saw you relaxing onto the bed again he pulled them out of you.

He was breathing heavily, looking down at you as he made your lower body hit the bed again, a sigh of relief mixing with your panting as you finally felt some of the burning on your hip go away. He looked at his fingers, licking your juices off of them, and through your half lidded eyes you could see him, making your pussy clench again. You wanted to laugh at how needy you were, how desperately you wanted him. 

He wasn’t going to last long, not with you having sucked his dick, and he almost busted through his boxers while eating you out. He got off the bed, not even bothering to wipe his mouth from your slick and his spit, wanting to keep your taste on his mouth for a little longer. He walked over to one side to let your left wrist go, and he rubbed the red mark that appeared on your skin. You smiled up at him and nodded, as if telling him it was okay. He then walked to the other side to let go of your other hand, followed by him ripping himself off his pants and underwear. 

You wanted to have him in your mouth again, seeing his pink tip leaking precum was enough to make you want to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, buit he had other plans for you. He got on the bed again, but before getting in between your legs, he got his hands underneath your ass and waist, turning you over and onto your stomach, a gasp coming out of your lips. 

He positioned himself behind you, lifting your hips with his fingertips digging on the flesh of your skin, marking you up. When you left your upper body on the mattress, he groaned and grabbed onto his belt again that was on the edge of the bed, almost falling over, and made a snapping sound with it before landing it against your right cheek, making you jolt up and almost squirm away from the sting. 

“In all fours, or I’ll strap you to this fucking bed without touching you again.” That made your trembling hands press against the mattress to prop yourself up instantly. You stuck your ass at him, wiggling your hips slightly, earning yourself another smack from his belt on your other cheek, a squeal escaping your lips now. Another smack on the same place, and now a moan was heard in the room as the burning increased in that area. 

“Eddie…” You whimpered and he put the belt down, grabbing your ass with one hand, and his cock with the other to finally guide it to your waiting entrance. You moaned with need when he pressed the tip against your clit and you knew what you had to do now. “Please, I need your cock, don’t tease me anymore–”

He plunged himself inside of you, a choked gasp trapping itself in your throat at the sudden massive stretch with no mercy, your eyes widening at the feeling as they immediately prickled with tears from the sting. He was halfway in, and started invading your hole, a little slow, but not quite. He groaned with a smile to his face as he felt your tight walls engulfing him.

“Yeah, this pussy was made for me… So perfect.” You whined at that, almost a whimper as he finally bottomed out and you felt him almost at your throat. He was too deep inside of you, the stretch almost painful, but it couldn’t compare to how much pleasure it gave you. You needed him to move despite the burning sensation, because your belly was screaming for him, your mind and sould needed him.

“Eds, move, please move–” You didn’t have to beg anymore. He pulled back and slammed himself back in, making the fat of your ass jiggle at his movement, and a loud moan was out of your mouth in a second. He repeated the motion until he started going at a brutal pace, and the slamming of the headboard filled the room in between your breaths and the moans. Your arms were trembling as your body went back and forth against him, his hands now at your hips, his fingers digging into your skin.

You could hear the squelching of your pussy as he moved, wet from your climax and getting even wetter at finally having him, at finally feeling him inside of you, and the realization that you get to have him from this day on whenever you want. He was moaning, without shame at all because you were too warm, too beautiful, too pretty right now. His hands went towards your asscheeks, spreading them open to see your small hole, and a grin formed in his face between his jagged breaths.

“Next time– I’ll prep you, and I’ll fuck this little hole of yours. Would you like that, my sweet Bunny?” My. My. My. You were cock drunk now, not being able to think about anything else but him, and the way he was claiming you over and over again at every slam of skin against each other. 

“Yes! Yes! I’ll take anything from you–Fuck!” He wanted to laugh at that, as he smacked your ass with his hand, against the already bruising mark that was there. You groaned at that and he pressed his hips against you, harshly and deep and you choked on your own sounds at that. You were certain that if you pressed your hand against your belly, you would be able to feel the tip of his cock inside of you.

He reached out to grab hold of the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair to finally clench at your scalp, making you yelp. He pulled you upwards, your back hitting his chest as you ached it for him to keep thrusting in and out of you but he stood still. His mouth was on your ear as he breathed against it, whispering softly.

“You are so fucking perfect for me.” You smiled at that, your bodies sticking against each other's sweat. You licked your lips as you turned your head to look at him.

“I studied you too, you know…” You confessed to him, and he raised an eyebrow at you. You grabbed onto his hand that was in your waist, pulling it up towards your mouth. You put his index and ring fingers inside, sucking on them and you felt his hips start to move inside of you, at the same rhythm of your lips. You pulled them out to graze your tongue towards the belly of his palm where you suddenly bit at the flesh, harshly, marking him. His dick twitched inside of you as he moaned against your ear a smile appearing on your lips as they still latched on his skin, blood filling your mouth.

Odaxelagnia: Sexual arousal to biting or being bitten.

“You fucking slut.” He ripped his hand away from you, and despite the pain, he gripped onto your hips again, setting a brutal pace against you, your back arching against him, ass sticking out as your head rested against his shoulder. His mouth immediately found your shoulder, biting onto your skin until his teeth went through, your eyes widening at the burning and pain, but it sent an electric shock towards your belly which began its tightening again. 

“Only for you– God, just for you–!” He licked the blood that oozed out of the inflicted wound, and his other hand went towards your clit as his hips slammed against your ass, his dick hitting that perfect spongy part of yourself that made you moan almost in screams as he hit it repeatedly and without missing. His fingers started circling against your nub and your pussy clenched around him, earning a moan from his part.

“You have to come with me, I’m going to fill you up so fucking good.” He says into your ear and it comes unexpectedly, your eyes widening as his words triggered your orgasm way harsher than before, his fingers flicking on your clit rapidly as your juices gushed around him, making a mess out of your legs and his, and the comforter below you two. He cursed under his breath as his movements started faltering, stuttering.

“Eddie– Fuck, please, PLEASE–” You were still riding your orgasm out when you felt that warmth finally fill your belly, coating all of your walls as he spent his seed inside of you. He moaned loudly against your shoulder, as he kept pumping himself inside of you, your pussy clenching him to milk every single drop until you finally came down from your high and his hips stopped moving completely.

You were both breathing heavily as you tried to get some oxygen in your lungs. The room smelled like sex, your sweat, your juices, his cologne, and it was such an amazing smell to you. He groaned when he finally pulled out of you and his hand raised up to grab onto your chin, turning your head to look at him. His lips found yours again, this time, a tender kiss, a kiss of belonging, a kiss that sealed this bond between you both.

Your new home.

“You really are on the pill then.” Eddie says as he lays in his bed, a new comforter over his legs as his back is pressed against his headboard. You were naked with a towel on your hand as you dried your hair with it, walking towards him after a nice shower you both took together.

“Of course.” He groaned at that with his arms crossed over his chest, looking away. He knew it was too soon to have a kid with you, but he really wanted to claim you in every way possible, and having a family with you, was another way of doing so. You smiled at him, throwing the towel to the floor, as you got inside the bed with him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Why did you decide to enter the trial?” He asks you and you hum at that question.

“My father has been trying to marry me off for the past three years… Sadly, all of my bachelors went missing, or were killed in action.” You say with a smirk to your face, and Eddie’s grin widened at that. He can still remember the screams of the men that tried to marry you, claiming you like he did. 

“I wonder what happened.” He says as if he were playing dumb. You giggled at that and nodded.

“Hmm… You didn’t know about my last bachelor, did you?” He blinked at that, and looked at you as you stared forward, a glint in your eyes that were filled with mischief, but also lust. “Right before entering the trial, my father told me I was to be set up with a new bachelor, and to be honest, he is a pretty, a very pretty boy.” You licked your lips at those words, Eddie’s attention already drawn to you as you spoke.

“Who was it sweetheart?” You turned to look at him, a wicked smile on your face.

“Harrington Jr.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled at that. The son of the Harrington Emporium. You licked your lips at him as he hummed at you, his eyes suddenly turning lustful as he looked down at you.

“Mmm… He is a pretty boy.” You turned your body to be closer to his ear as you talked in a sultry tone.

“Can I have him Eddie? Please?” He chuckled at that, but a new obsession was growing in his head, storming his mind. “I’ll share him, I promise…”

“We can plan on him being the next White Rabbit.” He says and your chest was filled with excitement as your hand reached for his cheek to make him turn to you, licking your lips as you talked.

“I’m the hunter next year.”

“He’s all yours.”

Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, you're so funny with your twitching nose.

Second part maybe? Do you guys want Stevie?

REBLOGS MAKE ME REALLY HAPPY YOU KNOW.

A/N: Yeah, kinda came out of my shell with this one, I hope you all like it, and if you don't well, you do you booboo. TO ALL MY FRIENDS THAT WAITED FOR THIS, HERE YOU GO, I LOVE YOU, MWAH.

[your-nanas-house]

hello I don't know if you are taking requests but if you do I wanted to give you an idea to write a headcanon with the villains of Gotham (I had thought about it only for jerome and jeremiah but it could be interesting with the others too). I was thinking of a situation where the reader is a walking encyclopedia, i mean, she knows a lot of stuff that might be irrelevant but makes them look more intellectual. Do you know those people who out of the blue tell you a random fact that you didn't know and when you ask them how they knew that they answer that they have no idea? Well something like that I was thinking. And maybe the reader also likes to read a lot and that is why she is always informed and has a rich vocabulary, and also she always speaks with metaphors. She is intelligent but without being very nerdy. It may be a silly idea but if it works for you, welcome.

Hello, dear. I really like this idea hope you dont mind if I turn it into two small imagines for Jerome and Jeremiah 🥰🍓

Miss Know-It-All

◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: slightly suggestive, neck biting, Jerome feeling dumb, mention of guns and murder, Jerome

◇ Summary: Jerome doesn't understand his victim so he calls Y/n.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. JEREMIAH'S version here.

Jerome tilted his head in confusion, his gaze on the victim he had tied up and kidnapped, his ginger eyebrows were furrowed and there was not a smile present on his face.

The victim was being more boring than expected, talking to him about business and things that he didn't fully understand, given that the man used technical and cultured terms that Jerome didnt know.

He was about to just grab his gun and shoot the man in the face when an idea came up in his head

"Dollface!" He screamed to catches Y/n's attention even though she was in another room, minding her own business.

Jerome's voice echoed in the room for a few moments and quick footsteps were heard shortly after. Y/n was a sort of salvation for Jerome, she was pretty smart and studied a lot, reading was her passion and her knowledge was unlimited.

The ginger could ask her anything and she always had a reasonable and perfect answer— she really enjoyed sharing her knowledge and found herself most of the tome share random facts related to what was happening at that moment.

Y/n stopped next to the chair where Jerome sat, letting his large gloved hands grip her hips, bringing her onto his lap

"Dolly, can ya understand what this fool is sayin to little ol'me?" Jerome murmured against the skin of her neck, placing little tessing bite and licks as she focused on the victim, listening and taking notes while explaining in easier words what was going on.

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[mxtxfanatic]

sorry if you're done talking about it and don't want to discuss it anymore, but for me the 'trolley problem' post was just a sad note about how xie lian's attempts to stop "the trolley" (who always has a name and we very well know about it) end up in a disaster. not because xie lian did it, but because the trolley is actually an unstoppable force with malicious intent and no one else gives a fuck or doesn't have resources to help

but xie lian also shows us that even if things end up like that, it's worth trying. it's worth it, because you might not save everyone, but might save a child. a village. a little boy. a little girl. but if you don't do anything, you'll never know

I’m gonna go ahead and link this addition to my original commentary plus this response that I had in the notes to someone else with a similar reading of that post:

All I can say is that some of y’all are nicer readers than I, because I took that post to mean exactly what op said. If op came back and clarified something, I didn’t see it; I’m only talking about the original post and how inappropriate it is to 1) victim-blame a victim of the events in question for apparently having the audacity to not passively accept events he could influence for the better and 2) say this as a “joke” (because the blasé tone, minimalization of the actual events, overexaggeration of the victim’s responsibility for how said events turned out, and the flat-out avoidance to name what was the actual cause of everything that happens to make it into a meme format was fully meant to be taken as a “joke”).

The issue both with the trolley problem and the likening of it to the events of tgcf is that neither the trolley nor anything Xie Lian experienced are “unstoppable forces.” The trolley is not a natural disaster or the act of an omnipotent god: it is just a trolley. And not only is it just a trolley, it is a trolley that was made, owned, driven, and maintained by people. Everything that goes into a scenario where a trolley is on track to run over a crowd of people (tied to the tracks, another thing that is decidedly not a natural occurrence), is one that is 100% manufactured by multiple different people.

Likewise, while the Yong’an drought was a natural disaster, everything that led to the fall of Xianle was 100% the machinations of multiple different parties, from the rich nobility of both Xianle and Yong’an hoarding their wealth, the corrupt officials who stole aid, the corrupt religious officials who blocked Xie Lian’s followers from praying to him, Guoshi and the king for keeping all of this from Xie Lian, and to the other heavenly officials who withheld help with the intent to prey on the victims of the disaster. Jun Wu’s contribution could honestly be considered the least in this conversation, merely serving as the wind fanning the flames of a fire that had already started. None of that was a coincidence nor the fault of anything Xie Lian did or attempted to do.

Yes a big part of tgcf is recognizing that Xie Lian’s steadfastness to helping should be a personal goal, but another big message that mxtx pushes in all her works is that 99% of all societal problems can be tracked down to a few select individuals choosing to do evil because they don’t think that their greed, selfishness, insecurities, fears, or entitlements are a bad thing while most everyone else either looks the other way because “it’s not my problem,” tries to benefit because “why let opportunity go to waste?” or actively participate because mob mentality. Mocking good people for doing good under these circumstances will never be funny, sympathetic, or relatable to me.

[grumfield]

I'm not the same anon but I've recently been looking for some metas on consent in 2ha 😅. It's both for bettering my own understanding of the story through different perspectives and also for a 2ha fic i'm working on. Do you know any metas on this subject? or can you share your interpretation if that is okay with you? thanks!

I don’t know of any metas of the top of my head but I’d love to explain my own interpretation! I won’t go too much into overt spoilers but more just general vibe implications

2ha is like telling someone who’s being bit viciously by their dog that they’re a victim and while yes that’s technically true it’s then revealed that the dog has been put in a fighting pit its entire life, got a nice owner for 2 weeks, and then got put back in an even worse fighting pit where he’s horribly conditioned to exclusively bite and kill, and only 40 years later is he randomly set loose back in his nice owner’s old house.

2ha works in a way I like because the layers of who exactly is experiencing non-con (both sexual and otherwise) is a sort of little matryoshka doll reveal.

The most obvious—and one that everything revolves around—being Chu Wanning’s past life. He suffers the most straightforward abuse, he gives the most straightforward sacrifice. It’s very clear cut, and as a result you have a very comprehensive interplay of desire and fantasy. Dude essentially gets his rocks off to visions of his love interest as kindle unlimited alpha billionaire and it’s very clear that entertaining sex slave fantasy in the comfort of your own bed is not the same as experiencing IRL. Congrats Chu Wanning, you discovered BDSM scenes and submission! Surely that’s the extent of it for you and others (it’s not)

As for everyone else…

I can’t remember the exact quote but Mo Ran thinks about how as a child he was so poor that he never knew what he liked, and he didn’t actually have opinions on simple stuff like flavors or appearances or the gender of people because that was a luxury for the rich. It’s like that “maybe I would be nonbinary but I have a job” meme lmao . Wanting things, or not wanting them, or making decisions for yourself, is something that isn’t allowed for the poor. If you exist in a structure where you don’t even know what you want, you physically can’t.

Basically every other character who enacts or experiences noncon in all its strokes falls into this bucket. And it’s kind of the earliest instance we catch something explicitly laid out about consent beyond just strictly sexual, and how it very plainly lays out the definition of it as: any position where you do something you don’t want to do is noncon.

But you’re so distracted by the explicitly sexual dramatic yaoi discussions of attic wife sex dungeon noncon you don’t really give it much thought until later. But it’s crazy in retrospect because Meatbun gives us two characters who are a synthesis of these things—Rong Jiu and Song Quitong—really early on, who are both victims of poverty and as a result do and are subject to stuff that’s really terrible. Mo Ran just sucks bad and hates their guts so we’re a bit blind to it even though they came from really similar backgrounds (which kind of ties into a separate but equally interesting question Meatbun poses of if empathy and peace is something only afforded by people who are rich—Mo Ran wasn’t able to save earthworms until he was in a safe environment and had food in his belly).

The matryoshka doll goes further when we find out exactly what happened to Mo Ran, and THAT is what I love about it. That. Because very suddenly your entire idea of who the biggest victim in 2ha is goes from the very straightforward answer to one that’s significantly more complicated. Yes Chu Wanning is a victim but Mo Ran has been a victim since the moment he was born, and then in a brief heartbeat where he was allowed to grow and be kind, he was immediately subjected to the most violating horrific nightmarish thing could happen to him and dude STILL manages to hold some shred of humanity. I joke about Mo Ran being terrible and a piece of work and he is but my boy contains multitudes and he is also the nicest sweetest gentlest boy in the whole world who did nothing wrong (he did) (but also he didn’t) (but also he did) (but he—)

This plays a lot into a third character who I won’t say for spoilers but you’ll definitely know who I’m talking about if you’ve read the whole book!!

[lukaswars]

Tetratrichobothrius Flavicaudis

Summary: When Oliver's plan of killing Felix goes wrong and he survives, the man drifts off into total madness. He finds comfort in Greek Mythology and he comes back to Felix with a plan - he wants to show the other man what happens to creatures that don't play along to his little games.

TW: attempted murder (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,065 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images/gifs used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated mwah 🫃

The vein on his is so tempting, the sweet, sweet scent of his sweat and the goosebumps on his arms, the dilated pupils and his whiny voice. Oliver gulps as he gets another whiff of Felix, the great amount of pheromones making the temptation unendurable for him. He struggles to pay attention to a single word his friend is saying, his mind is racing. A tiny droplet of sweat runs down Oliver's back, making him aware of his own vulnerable state. He can't escape this, it will always be like this. Oliver always looks for a new victim, this time however, he found someone special. Someone he wants to devour, yet keep alive forever.

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Felix's body is barely breathing, he is barely even alive. His life depending on the silver machine tied to him. It was all just luck, he was lucky to survive the posion, lucky to survive Oliver's anger. He survived it, he didn't escape Oliver, though. And Felix knows, he knows Oliver is present in his room. Watching him breathe slowly, listening to the subtly and annoying beeps, the green line demonstrating Felix's heartbeat. Oliver is here and he came with a plan.

"I know you've been feeling quite lonely, mate. Must be tough to find out how many people actually give a shit about their oh-so loved rich boy, isn't it? How often did your friends visit you, Felix? Did they even come by once? Has it just been Venetia and Farleigh? I've been trying to show you, nobody cares about you as much as I do. They don't care about your endless talking, your endless rants about things that don't matter. Nobody ever cared, Felix." Oliver chuckles as he pulls up his long sleeves. "You know that, though, don't you? That people only want your money. That's why you pretend to be such a sweet, sweet boy, to manipulate people into caring about you. I know what you are, you're a fucking freak, a little pervert. A fucked up little pervert, Felix. You watched me consume parts of you, you got off to the fact that I was always there, watching you. You wanted me, you wanted to fuck me so badly."

Felix can't reply, the medicine he's taking is barely keeping him consious. He just stares at Oliver, the man who has been fullfilling his darkest fantasies, the man who tried to kill him a few nights ago.

"I brought you a little present, something to remind you of your position." Oliver's voice was low, symbolizing lust. He proceeds to step closer, his hand reaching in his pocket. Felix's eyes widen as he recognizes that in the jar, made of glass, is a rather big, black scorpion captured. It's sealed with a lid, the scorpion seems to have accepted it's fate already. "He's gorgeous, isn't he? I got him the other day, he's quite calm, for a scorpion anyway. Thought I might introduce you guys and now seems like the perfect time to do so. Felix Catton, this is Hades, my Tetratrichobothrius Flavicaudis, my little project." Oliver doesn't take his eyes off the scorpion as he walks even closer, letting Felix smell his own aftershave. "Are you any familiar with Greek Mythology? Hades stands for Scorpios, debatable but the best zodiac sign, in my eyes. He stands for passion, secrecy and boldness. When I found out about them, I had to get one for myself. My own little Hades to keep."

Felix gulps, he desperately wants to move, get away from Oliver who is actively scaring him, the deadly animal in his hands like it means nothing to him.

"He's pissing me off, though, he doesn't really play along to my games like any human would. He has his own mind and he's hungry, Felix. Hungry for some insects, something filled to the brim with blood, something with a beating heart he can tear apart." He shakes the jar. "Am I right, Hades? You're upset with daddy, he has been neglecting his poor son for too long." Felix mouth opens, he wants to tell Oliver to leave him alone, he doesn't want to play these games anymore. He's scared and Oliver knows. "It's about time I show both of you what happens when you don't play along, about time I show you why it's better to do anything to please me." Within a few seconds, he unscrews the lid. Felix whimpers quitely, fear and adrenaline filling his body up. He needs help, someone has to be around to help him, right? "Don't be scared, pretty one, even if he hurts you, you won't be in pain for a long time." Felix starts to question whether Oliver really has done some research on scorpions, even he knows that getting stung by one can cause pain for several hours. If he didn't, he is literally bat shit crazy for carrying one around with him for god-knows how long.

Felix watches, his eyes wide in fear, as Oliver's fingers reach for the black, glossy animal like it's a hamster. He gives up and turns the jar upside down. As it falls right in Oliver's hand, a small gasp leaves the other man's mouth. "There we go, now let me just," with his bare hands, Oliver twists the insects head, killing it instantly. "Bye-bye Hades." For the first time in several minutes, he looks up, a pout on his lips, the dead body in his hands. Felix feels a flash of relief running through his veins, he closes his eyes for a second. "Now, onto the interesting part."

A loud crack causes Felix to tear his eyes open again. The dead, poor body of the scorpion was now in Oliver's mouth. He's eating it, raw. There isn't a single expression on his face. Not a single sign of regret. The cracking sounds of it's outer shell breaking makes Felix feel sick, he doesn't want to see this, he wants to look away. He can't, though, his eyes are glued to Oliver's sharp teeth that continue to dig into the little body.

"If you can't be what you want to be, you have to take it in your own hands. I wasn't lucky enough to be a scorpio at birth, consuming one will turn a part of me into one, though. If Hades wants my forgiveness he should beg for it, on his knees."

[bunnyb34r]

So I finally went to the movies again and saw Blink Twice... and I have some Thoughts™️

I'll put spoilers under the cut but tw if you're at all interested in this movie, very very heavy graphic and sexual violence. They even do a TW for sexual assault at the very start of the film and a way for victims to get help. Which is good, but makes me wonder... would they give you a refund?? If you couldnt handle that subject and were like nope not for me! And leave? Bc no where in the trailers (that I've seen) is it indicated that the movie is about that... so...

That aside, I did enjoy pieces of the movie (but overall idk if I liked it. It left me with a sick feeling in my stomach (which is the point))

I liked the color scheme, the repetition of white and blue and the red both being there the whole time but also becoming more and more important as the plot progresses. I think that was cool.

The camerawork made me kinda ill im ngl... that might have been intentional idk.

It was a really interesting movie, one that you kinda gotta sit with after watching. It was a lot sadder than I expected. Funny in parts like the stupid fucking chair, but overall it left me sad. Idk I was expecting more... The Most Dangerous Game and not that™️

Oh and I think the acting and casting was really good too

Spoilers ⬇️

So the main twist honestly made my stomach sink. Idk what I was expecting but god it wasn't that even though I probably should have.

I honestly thought the perfume was made with blood and that thats why the snakes or that they were like draining the victims of blood and making perfume for the men that brought them there.

I really liked how literally everything tied back to some part of the movie, the opening shot making so much more sense, the scar, all of it. That was really clever. Heartbreaking, but clever. I wish they had subtitles or made the "red rabbit" part more clear bc I couldnt understand that until Frida repeated her. That part was so so heartbreaking and clever too. Like when it all makes sense it's like another punch to the gut.

"Theres a special place in hell for people who choose to do nothing" was a good line but also like rich coming from you Slater. Mr Morality over here!

At first I didnt get why she saved him, but nothing would have stopped anyone else who he had previously brought to the island if she killed him. Like they could just fly their themselves and do the same shit again. This way she stops it, but god I dont think I could sleep in the same bed as that man after all that. (And I'm sure that is also a message like trauma affects others differently, the best revenge is success/she's able to manipulate HIM now ect) but I cant help but wonder how the other girl felt (i cant remember her name) ab her MARRYING that man like... the whole girls helping girls speech ect

I do kinda think it's funny how Frida was telling him to "eat his steak" bc he said before he didnt eat red meat, so again she's able to manipulate him even in subtle ways now as revenge.

I think this movie is like either one you only see once or one you see at least twice to digest it all. Personally I could not watch it again knowing what I know now, but I could see someone wanting to see it multiple times to dissect it all.

Oh and I thought it was interesting how Stacy didnt WANT to remember and how "forgetting is a gift" and the reveal of what happened to Slater and his sister. That was sad but interesting, especially since victims of CSA tend to have complex relationships regarding their abusers and how some go on to do what was done to them bc of their trauma. That was sad but a very interesting plot point

I'll probably have more to tack on later but yeah that was... that was something.

[oodlyenough]

Maybe it's tad early since you're still in the 5th game but whats your opinion with the new characters for the 2nd triology?

HMM. I'm going to assume you just mean the major ones and not the one-off victim/defendant types.

Honestly I think my overall impression so far (mid-AA5) is that they're varying degrees of interesting but underbaked. Some of this I expect to change as I finish 5 and 6, and some I expect... won't.

This got really long so here's a cut. Spoilers for AA4 and a bit of 5.

Trucy

I like Trucy a lot, probably my favourite of the lot, although in no small part because she's so tied to Phoenix, whom I am still more invested in than any of these other people lol. They hinted at Trucy having more complicated feelings under her very cheery, performative persona -- Phoenix comments he's the only one who knows how she "really" feels -- but it doesn't seem like we the player are ever going to get to know more about that, so :P.

It's weird that she's basically dropped into a cameo role in AA5 and been more-or-less replaced by Athena -- like -- objectively that's just a jarring transition. But for Trucy lmao I guess she's probably having a better time now, going to school and doing magic and not having to partake in case stuff anymore.

Klavier

I love Klavier, in that I am always having a good time when he's around, I find him hilarious. But as a character I think he's really underwritten. They haven't really spent any time giving him much in the way of motivation or depth or emotional response to any of the insane things that happen to him, he's just there to flirt and have a laugh. Like Trucy, he's pretty personally involved in all the events in AA4 but you'd never know it bc he very rarely reacts to them. I don't understand why the conclusion of 4 was that he quits music instead of law. He loves music. Aside from "horny", music is his entire personality. We aren't given a reason he's passionate about or interested in law nor does it seem to be tainted by Kristoph at all even though rationally it should be. So that's just... weird imo.

But I like him, he's prob my fave prosecutor after Franziska and Edgeworth. He's the kind of character I can see fandom having a lot of fun elaborating on. In AA5 he comes across like a depressed burnout, and I like that even though I think it was totally unintentional from Capcom lol. It's like when you see a celeb on tv and think "huh are they ok?" and then six months later you hear they've checked into rehab. Hang in there buddy.

Apollo

Apollo is very likable but so far has not much going on in the way of character. In AA4 I thought he felt more like Phoenix's courtroom avatar than a participant in the story, because even when he is personally implicated like with Kristoph or Thalassa, he either doesn't know or doesn't react. (Are you seeing a pattern...? lol) Unlike Trucy and Klavier, I believe Apollo will actually get more material in DD and SOJ, for better or worse, so we'll see how that changes things. I like him, but don't currently feel invested in him. If they had started DD with just Athena and Phoenix I'm not honestly sure I'd be upset about it. Sorry, Apollo.

Ema

Ema's not a "new" character although adult Ema feels pretty different to kid Ema, in a good way. Kid Ema was fun but forgettable to me -- adult Ema fucking rules lmao my favourite detective for sure, I wish we got to keep her. Cranky and competent and disillusioned. I loved her.

Kristoph

Kristoph was fun but overhyped by fandom imo. I liked him and his weird gay frienemyship with Phoenix, and in the pantheon of AA villains I see why he's pretty memorable, the 7 year gap is very rich material. But his motivations were silly and I anticipated so many better ones that didn't materialize at all lmao. I thought he was going to be some criminal mastermind building his defense empire on falsified evidence ... he just did it once and then panicked for 7 years?? Kristoph wants what Dahlia Hawthorne has.

Athena

Athena still feels like I've only just met her, so I don't have a solid opinion. I like her though. There are not enough women practicing law in this stupid franchise so I was predisoposed to like her, and I like her overzealous energy and stuff. I don't love mood matrix as a minigame, and I don't know what her tragic backstory is yet btu I know one exists, so the jury's out on that. I wish DD would just let me play her more often.

Blackquill

Blackquill is doing nothing for me lmao which, tbh, is what I expected. I find him tedious and his design is ludicrous to me I hate it lfhadhflkhfl he looks like he belongs in a different franchise. I know he's a fan fave and he's going to have some big sad backstory too, so maybe he'll win me over, but right now he's a big eye roll. I think his prison gimmick would at least be more fun if every time he cited his friends from jail they were easter eggs from previous culprits or something. Feels like a missed opportunity for gags.

Fulbright

Fulbright is... fine. Probably my least fave detective. He gets a laugh out of me once in a while. Maybe my opinion will improve as the game goes on since I fucking hated 5-2 and it's all I've really seen him in so far lol.

Misc

I think that's all the big characters I've met so far? For the one-offs, I liked Valant a lot he cracked me up. Zak was nasty and I'm not entirely sure if the game realized it or not. Thalassa continued the noble Ace Attorney tradition of hands-off motherhood. I don't have much to say about Junie as a character but I do love Athena's unfortunately-one-sided gay pining.

[unexistingdotnet]

Headcanon for Gem’s Origin

Based on other ideas about Empires/ Hermitcraft Gem. Sticks to earlier posts about Gem/ Dawn, and a couple about Pearl.

Word Count: 1k (How has this happened)

Mix of a headcanon and a fic. 

Mentions of Death, Blood, Financial issues, Alcohol

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Our story starts in Dawn. Back long before Gem could even dream of being the princess of Dawn. Yes, everyone must start their story somewhere, even a being who now possesses so much power as miss Geminitay. Because like all beings as powerful as her, she was not born with these powers, but earned them over time.

Gem’s story starts on the coasts of Dawn, right next to the docks. Her parents were both part of the fishing business. Her Mother caught the fish and her father would sell it out of their stall. This was good work, and they were proud of what they did. Gem grew up to be an intensely clever girl, as she would spend her free time hanging out with either of her parents, sitting in a corner in her mother’s boat or her father’s stall. However, in this particular era, this was not rich work, as the price of fish was falling fast.

Dawn’s wealth was booming, driven by a few now wealthy merchants who had established ties to many other empires. These new connections created trade routes that tied Dawn to the world at large, including several empires with richer ports that hauled in huge quantities of fish, which they could now export to Dawn on the cheap.

Not that Gem understood any of that. All she saw was that something was happening in the world and it meant she saw her parents less, and when she did, they seemed more anxious. This was a somewhat confusing and poorly timed twist for Gem. But, she was old enough to somewhat piece together than the source of these issues was money. So as she enter adolescence, she kept a sideways eye on this.

Nothing of note happened for most of Gem’s life until she turned eighteen, the draft age for Dawn. Dawn had always poured money into keeping their country safe, so the pay for military personnel was excellent. And Gem knew she was exactly the kind of girl they were looking for.

Gem signed up, against the very adamant wishes of her parents. Most people in Dawn’s military are the people with swords, the ones they post on the border to send a message to any neighbors who get a little bold. Gem, unfortunately, was not cut out for that kind of work.

She was always smart, and always fit, and she was destined for better things. A small country like Dawn needs a very specific political climate in order to survive. Gem’s mission was to keep the world in that climate, by any means necessary.

And Gem was good at this. She surprised herself with how easily she could perform her subterfuge and assassinations. By the time she was twenty-four, she could already trace her handiwork to the end of several political movements and the collapse of an entire empire. The work was bloody and taxing, but very, very rich.

When she was twenty-six, Gem was tired. It was difficult for her to tap down an exact moment that took the life out of her. Really it was just the accumulation of death and destruction her hand had caused. For those working with her, it was a truly bizarre series of events. One random mission, the blood of her last victim still splattered on her face. She left. She dropped her sword and knives and walked into the streets. She disappeared into the crowd, and wouldn’t reappear for years.

Where was she in this time? Gem made her way through the jungle, some jungle she was not really familiar with. She found a small halfway home. It was attended by a half man half rabbit tending a bar. 

“Hm.” He took a look at Gem’s bloodied appearance. “You look like our usual clientele. What do you drink?”

“Something strong, I don’t care.”

The bartender looked at her for a minute. “Apple juice it is.”

Gem found the place confusing, to say the least. It was appointed like any roadside inn across the empires, yet there was something strange about this place. As instinct dictated, she scoured the place for anything useful or unexpected. Outside of her gear, she only found a book, a small one that would fit in her pocket. It had a sunflower painted on the cover, although the paint was beginning to chip. Gem had always assumed these places where legends, yet here she was, in one of Saint Pearl’s lost Temples.

Filled with wonder for the first time in ages, Gem explored. She poked her head into every nook and corner she could find to see as much of this place as she could.

“This place is severely off-limits.” A deep voice boomed as Gem started to enter the basement.

“Sorry! I was just looking around.”

The voice laughed. “I’m kidding, I just like spookin people.” Gem turned to see a golden haired woman wearing a green apron grinning at her. “But seriously, that’s a crypt. I wouldn’t go down there alone. It’s creepy, and that’s coming from me.”

“Well, that sounds like an offer to join me.”

“I’d say you trust too easily, but let’s face it, no one ends up in my corner of paradise because they were too trusting.”

This woman, of course, was not some rogue janitor, but Saint Pearl herself. From the clouds, Pearl had take note of her as someone who could have an interesting and useful second chance. Gem became Pearl’s warlock. For years, she did nothing but travel through different empires, and eventually dimensions doing whatever she wanted, more or less. A strange stipulation of their warlock pact, Gem has to be doing things she loves to do. A lot of that was roleplay. She’d enter a new dimension, and get to just transform herself into whatever version of herself she wanted to be, and just spend time playing in these worlds, always trying to make them prettier. At first, she had tried just making them better, but found her powers worked far better when she just tried to make things sparkle a little more.

At this point, Gem is technically not bound by her warlock pact anymore. Her sheer willpower and joy means she generates her own magic now, she is an ethereal being, not technically a god, but certainly more than a mortal. And she spends her days doing what she was meant to do: whatever she wants.

~~~

Well, this was supposed to be a head canon and now its like a mini fic.  

[scientific-dog]

Me and my friend @shapter-draws made some of… Helluva Boss x Lovecraft AU?

We’re both not big fans of Helluva Boss, but we are TOTALLY big fans of Lovecraft.

So there are the point: all the characters are human, the shark-demons are the Deep Ones.

In this AU Crimson is a port mafia boss in a small and very old Italian town nearly the sea, which is pretty resemble to these infamous ones as Innsmouth and Oakmont. There are you barely find any kind of people you get used too - people here have some terrible deviations, they have scary, deformed faces, long tales and flippers which make them look like a sharks, and if you look closer to them you’ll see the gills and big sharp teeth. People call it “The Innsmouth syndrome”. The terrible illness, which is pretty wild spread in this out-of-the-way sea towns.

Crimson moved here with his young wife and a baby son long time ago. He wasn’t rich before, but, no one knows why, but after some time his business went uphill. He become very rich in this place… as soon as his wife “died in accident” and he got a lot of these gross fishmen as his partners.

And ye, as you might expect, Crimson sacrificed his wife to the sea, he sacrificed her to Father Dagon and the Deep Ones in trade for them to protect his ships in the sea, where he illegally sell the treasures and other things. Now, being the part of the cult, he succeed and became so wealthy.

Moxxie doesn’t even know about it: he barely remembers his mother, he only remembers how once he saw her shoe in the water, when his father forced him to drown someone (another victim of cult?). Despite this, growing up around these horrifying fish faces, he was afraid of his father and never asked him why this people always near.

Then, after some time when Moxxie left the town and get his own life with his wife and new work, he received a letter from his father, where he invited them all to his house for a business. Frankly speaking, Crimson became a bankrupt, because the term of the deal with Dagon comes to its end. To tie his relationship with Deep Ones better, and make their contract endless, he needs his son to marry one of fishmen (if you haven’t read “The shadow upon the Innsmouth” it is how it usually works and it is how human make deals with them xd).

And yes, a young sharkman Chaz is a perfect choice for this!

And yea, here Chaz and Moxxie met each other in teenage years! The story was pretty same to the canon, and he betrayed him too. Moxxie never knew what his father really does and he took a part in some of deals: they drop banks and illegally sell the alcohol and drugs. And during one of this deal when it went wrong, Chaz ran away and left Moxxie alone. But, Crimson saved his son from the problems, he bailed him out of jail.

So, after some time Chaz purposed Crimson to make him richer if he tied his family “closer” to his tribesmen and Father Dagon through the marriage. How Crimson could miss this chance?

But, whatever, during the time they stayed in Crimson’s home, Millie and Blitzo find out about the cult and marriage, so they all had to take Moxxie and run away at the night before the contract happened. Because if Moxxie married Chaz, he dealt with Father Dagon and nothing would save him.

So, it’s a very first variant of AU and there are also some facts:

- Crimson is not the first who did this scheme. In Innsmouth and Oakmont a lot of human families have mafia business with Deep Ones.

- Crimson is really an occultist. He is graduated from Miskatonic university. He is thirsty not only for gold, but for forbidden knowledges, and Deep Ones provided it both to him.

- Chaz is so proud of his origin. He is “a hot sexy man and shark traits makes it only better. Rawr~”

- Chaz really loved Moxxie, but he was young and coward, and really knew that his father and others won’t let Moxxie to stay in a jail.

- I.M.P. aren’t the killers. They still do not so successfull business, but they didn’t escape so easy. There’s no Lovecraftian story without eldritch horror ;)

- Crimson still being so cruel, BUT he didn’t kill Chaz, because he didn’t lie to him obviously, and he couldn’t ruin the contract with his protectors.

- Millie is a countryside woman and her family lived nearby the blasted heath where lived Gardner family and the meteorite fell long time ago. It refers to the “Color out of space”! Millie got her extraordinary physical ability because she had to bear with mutated animals because of impact of the Colour Out of Space. But since the alien left this place long time ago and whole the impact caused by small its peace wildspread around, these mutated animals are mostly enormous, large and aggressive regular animals.

- All the “imp” characters aren’t so much cruel as they are in canon. And Chaz still being stupid horny man.

[dangermousie]

“Prison changed me.”

“Auschwitz couldn’t change you.”

SCREAMING!!!! SCREAMING!!! At first watch, I just enjoyed Ivan’s usual snark-snarl combo, but on rewatch, they really did put in all those nazinazinazi hints out there long before the reveal.

I also forgot how much I enjoyed all the Ivan-Noiret scenes. Perhaps “enjoyed” is the wrong word - Noiret is a monster whose specialty is taking Ivan apart after all - but the emotional charge in them is so good!

So much of the scenes is made by the acting of the two of them btw - Noiret’s slick wrongness - as if he’s trying to pretend to be human and almost gets it but not quite - and Ivan’s controlled yet unceasing terror - he is one human sized flinch around his father - coiled and waiting for some next torment yet somehow unprepared every time it comes.

In this scene, the start of Noiret’s campaign to win Ivan over (so he can access some money that is tied to Ivan; though the show does not reveal that until later), what strikes me that he cannot manage the pretense fully - he says “you must forgive me” and I get full body shudders - since when is abuse victim obligated to forgive their abuser? If he really got therapy and changed, shouldn’t he get that? And yet, you know what is so heartbreaking? Ivan’s father is a monster who abused him for years, he is not that good at faking his reform and yet Ivan ultimately gets fooled, ultimately forgives him and believes him. Only to get his heart stepped on yet again. It’s amazing he doesn’t have insane trust issues to the extent that prevent him from opening his heart again (the way Marcos does), but I think that’s because he’s inherited Maria’s enormous capacity for love. Despite Noiret’s “we are alike” (and Ivan ptsd flashing back to his killing a man at the beginning of the season), they are nothing alike at all.

I do love that there is never either cathartic revenge moment OR forgiveness moment for Ivan vis-a-vis his monster father. It’s just he finds people who love him for real and is able to give him less space in his head and to not be around him, and sometimes that’s the best you are going to manage.

PS He was supposed to be in jail for 3 years for abuse but got out early. I can buy that with his money and nazi bosses. But the thing that strikes me even more is that the school happily puts him on the board of directors. A man fresh out of jail for abuse - and not just of his gf which is bad enough - but abuse of his own son! Sure, let’s put him in charge of a school, what could go wrong? He’s rich after all! Being burned down to the ground was the best thing that happened to that place.

PPS When Ivan told Noiret he felt relieved when he found out they were not related because he’s not sharing his genes - I wonder how much of Noiret’s rage at Ivan wasn’t just because he was an abuser or even because he didn’t want to be saddled with a kid not his own, who he bought to please his rich wife but then was stuck with, but more specifically because this proponent of genetic purity, who clearly believed in his genetic superiority, had to treat as his own and spend money on someone with inferior genes - child of two teen junkies would be pretty low on their superiority hierarchy.

PPPS Paula mentioning the claptrap she was given that we must forgive everything, and Ivan gently telling her that some things cannot be forgiven is very much the theme of this show. Some things really shouldn’t be and it’s all well and good to feed children simplistic messages except it’s done in an institution where these same children are experimented on - it’s not a normal environment, that is a “forgive your torturers” set up and our mains so uniformly say “hell no.” Some characters are full of forgiveness - Maria - but even they only have it for things that are forgivable and have been repented for. None of that noble “turn the other cheek” here.

(I do love that he gets to their eye level btw.)

[justinforprez]

Elon Musk

I've posted something like this before but someone asked me my opinion on Musk.

I hate him for so many reasons.

He is a liar, con man, rich kid, egomaniac, parasite, and more.

His words contradict his actions.

He says he wants all subsidies ended but every single one of his businesses relies on subsidies.

he claims to "know more about manufacturing than anyone else on Earth." Yet his cars are fucking dogshit and very expensive.

While being "pro free speech" on twitter he censors those who mock/criticize him like a child. Also twitter is bleeding money and will eventually go bankrupt. what good is a platform where the speech is lost after just a few year when the servers shut down?

Elon has tweeted about western/Christian/family values but he has had like 6 (7?) wives. can he not manage to keep one?

Tesla had a reasonable stock value before he started to hype it up to unreasonable levels. This has already had a negative effect on so many people' retirement funds. This false hype actually got him banned from serving on the board for a few years. it needs to be permanent. but if that happens Teslas stock will collapse to $35/share or less where it belongs. This will be even more devastating for people's retirement funds.

Its NOT a tech company. Its a fucking car company with NOTHING special about it. Well, with ONE exception and I will grant them this. Theya r ethe only electric car company that makes money. But with recent releases about how it might be some kind of Enron-esque fraud I won't hold my breath. For the sake of everyone invested in tesla and even my own 401k that I don't manage and has tesla shares in it I hope its not true.

He keeps selling Tesla shares driving the price down to fund Twitter. Which is perfectly fine but its not sustainable.

He was forced to quit Paypal. He was fired. He had a golden parachute. All his other money comes from government subsidies and greater fools (investors). All of his "not worth" is in Tesla and now Twitter is tied to that value. When either fail/collapse the other will too.

He is an idiot who has never invented anything. Hyperloop is a scam. if you mention it I will beat you with a brick. Even the greatest achievement of SpaceX, the Merlin engine, wasn't their invention (when I say "their" I mean SpaceX engineers, not Musk). NASA commissioned JPL to make a cheap engine. They did. NASA asked the industry who wants it? and they all said "lol, lmao even". And now we see that the merlin was bad and thats why they changed the engine a LOT. It no longer has an ablative nozzle. its vastly simplified. I'm not knocking the immense amount of work the engineers put into making the engines and integrating them but the base design was not sued by other companies for a reason. Their improvement are impressive. The cost per unit is impressive... if its true. When you look at the money we know of that has gone into SpaceX its hard to actually say. Without financial records we may never know. Space is a highly subsidized industry for a reason and I don't think we should stop. But Musk wants the subsidies stopped so he shouldn't get any contracts.

The company that made the giant injection molding machine Tesla now sues for Model 3's invented it and patented it. Tesla do not own it. They did not design it. And Musk sure as fuck had nothing to do with it.

Failure #42069: Cybertruck

he engages in union busting. he fails to pay people's overtime. that sounds like good Christian values to me

I personally know someone that worked at the first gigafactory and they were fired for talking to Musk. Now to be fair they were all told not to talk to him. This is called "victimization" and its an illegal part of a hostile work environment. But its a part of his FAKE "autistic" persona he created to appeal to redditors. There are plenty of leaked emails and old interviews from the paypal days to show what he is really like. I believe there is even an interview with one of his families where they say this. Also his fake oersona even has a fake backstory. He comes from Old Money. He acts like he was picking himself up from his bootstraps like he didn't have huge investments from his family. I won't blame elon for his father's crimes against humanity.

Solar City. His cousins failing solar company that he bought with Tesla money that was not his. He paid out his family huge sums. Tesla shareholders got fucked, raw. And then the solar shingles fraud which went to court and was found to be fraud.

why is this man not in jail?

I do not believe that he is for free speech or western values or traditional values or anything except Elon. Elon is for Elon. More money for Elon? Yes. Less money for Elon? No.

Selling cars is his business. His scams like the Vegas Loop or hyperloop or whatever its called these days are just that, scams. They have no potential to "solve the god damn traffic problem" as he claims. they are there to prop up stock value, get attention, and draw money away from real transit projects.

He says he hates regulations and red tape but he is responsible for quite a bit of red tape. For example, energy storage. California are idiots that import coal power from Arizona but they don't want any dirty pwoer in tehri state so they installed battery storage systems. Okay well batteries actually let them store renewable energy so thats good. Well there were almost no regulations on such systems. That is until Musk revolutionized the industry. Several people died as a result of battery fires from the MegaPack energy storage systems from Tesla. So, in response California added a bunch of new laws regulating energy storage systems. these laws are making their way into building codes across the world. If they had just made safer systems like every other manufacturer we wouldn't have these laws.

318 fires vs 25 fires per 100,000 cars sold. Tesla is the big number and Nissan is the small number for EV fires. this is not a fair comparison. The leaf has a much smaller battery. Fire fighters have had to add lithium extinguishing foam to trucks because of Tesla. But that was probably inevitable.

Optimus is a scam. Robotaxis are such a scam I can't believe that all the Model 3 buyers haven't asked for a refund. Neuralink is not a scam but is in its infancy and is jsut meant for the disabled. its meant to reconnect nerves. He is WAY overhyping what it might do at this point.

He doesn't treat people's lives with respect. He sent ghetto CPAP machines to hospitals that needed respirators during covid. He may have slowed down the rescue of those miners in Chile by saying he would save them. He called the british hero who did save them a pedo and he was not. He threatened Buzzfeed to remove articles critical of him (which they did). So he is abusing the court system. Again great traditional western values. Picking on those under you.

In 2019 Musk supported Andrew yang for president and said universal basic income was "obviously needed" which sounds like some kind of government subsidy but really its just him saying whatever he thinks will get him what he wants.

He's not a man of principles. He is a man of money.

I could go on but I won't. For now.

[alarrytale]

I talk to my dad a lot about the industry but I'm more empathetic I guess? He sees it a complete different way. Like I understand that people in power take advantage of others and exert control over them. That they convince people to stay closeted, and convince them that coming out will ruin their career. That people in power use manipulation tactics and gaslight and blackmail. But my dad is just like, it's always been a cutthroat business so anyone going into it should be aware of that. They should do their research before signing a contract. But I understand that people who sign a contract don't realize how bad it is going to get until they experience it themselves. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity so they are bound to want to take it. Record labels also find loopholes in contracts. My dad doesn't see anything wrong with Cowell. He says he is just doing his job. He promised to make 1D rich and famous and he did that. It doesn't matter how it happened. He kept his side of the bargain. He has more sympathy for child artists/actors as it should be down to their parents to protect them. He has no sympathy for people who come out and 'play victim' and blame their management for closeting them. He says that they didn't have to go along with it. Like Ricky Martin, Ricky said his team didn't want him to CO but he chose to. So my dad has respect for Ricky. He says that he'd much prefer if an artist came out and took some of the responsibility instead of blaming it all on their management. Like saying it was partly their fault. He thinks if more people did that then they'd get more sympathy as people would be able to relate to that. Like an artist saying they were sucked in by the fame and money. But not many artists admit to that. He says that people should stand their ground. Not become multimillionaires and then complain after about what they had to go through. He has respect for people who talk about sacrifices they've had to make, like talking about the positives and negatives. But not those who entirely 'play victim'. That they need to accept some responsibility. I just wondered what is your opinion?

Hi, anon!

Like i've said many times now, every closet is different. There is no one solution that's working for everyone. I think it's way too much to ask young hopeful artists or actors to have full knowledge of the industry's inner workings and the full risk overview. I don't think it's possible to imagine what could happen to you until you experience it for yourself. I also think your father fail to understand the circumstances most of these people are in. They're full of talent, but they haven't had the best upbringing or they're poor. They haven't got any schooling or alternative careers. If they get a shot at being signed, they'll take it. They don't consider negative consequences. Some might even be so young they don't know they're queer yet. Some are suprised to learn it will pose an issue.

Some people are closeted of their own will, and some are closeted by contract or coercion. If H and L come out and say they were closeted by their own choice, that would turn into a shit show. We all know they're not. H and L are victims. They're in a situation they don't want to be in with their hands tied. They have no say. I agree that it would help if they apologised for the gaslighting and the hurt they caused because of what they had to do in order to stay closeted. But i think people will understand.

[marysittingathisfeet]

From The Mouths of Babes

Now Naaman was commander of the army of the king of Aram. He was a great man in the sight of his master and highly regarded, because through him the Lord had given victory to Aram. He was a valiant soldier, but he had leprosy.

Now bands of raiders from Aram had gone out and had taken captive a young girl from Israel, and she served Naaman’s wife. She said to her mistress, “If only my master would see the prophet who is in Samaria! He would cure him of his leprosy.”- 2 Kings 5:1-2

Aram means highlanders- The people were known as Arameans. Aram was mostly scattered small states north of Israel in what is now known as Syria. Damascus for example was under Aramean control in some of the Old Testament. Eventually the Arameans were taken over by the Assyrians. After the fall of the last Aramean kingdom and city-states the Arameans isolated themselves mainly in Northern Mesopotamia and continued to maintain their culture and identity under Muslim rule till this day. (Turkey attempted genocide during the early 20th century).

Aram was the son of Shem who was the son of Noah. Abraham's father and Isaac's father-in-law (Bethuel) were descendants of Aram, and therefore they were Arameans. Laban, Bethuel's son ,was Jacob's uncle and father-in-law. So in essence Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob were Arameans as well. Deuteronomy 26:5 states "Then you shall declare before the LORD your God: 'My father was a wandering Aramean, and he went down into Egypt with a few people and lived there and became a great nation, powerful and numerous.' "

Despite the family ties, Aram became a thorn in Israel's side with frequent wars between Aram and Israel. Often these small Aramean city states would raid the Israelite towns in the spring taking, food, goods, lifestock, and people. Our young heroine, lets call her Naomi, was a victim of one such raid. This is how she ended up as a slave in Naaman's household. We don't know how old she was, but she is referred to as a child. As a child to be taken away from your parents and people in itself had to be terrifying. Then to be taken to a foreign land with different religions, customs, and lnaguages had to be overwhelming and disheaartening.

Naomi probably wasnt a young child. She had to be old enough to know and remember Elisha the prophet. We don't know how long she had been a slave whether it was a month or years, but she had not lost her faith in God. Naomi did not allow bitterness and anger to overtake her. She could have ignored her master's plight and let him suffer. For Naaman having leprosey in those days meant isolation no matter how rich or successful you were. Naomi as a female child slave was the lowest of the low. It probably took courage to speak up to her mistress about her master's illness. Yet through her words her master was not only healed of the leprosey, but he and his entire party came to serve the Lord.

2 Kings 5:15-17- Then Naaman and his entire party went back to find the man of God. They stood before him and Naaman said , “Now I know there is no God in all the word except Israel. So please accept a gift from your servant." Elisha refused the gift so Namaan decided he would build an altar for the Lord. 2 KIngs 5:17 Then Namaam said, "All right, but please let me, your servant, be given as much earth as a pair of mules can carry, for your servant will never again make burnt offerings and sacrifices to any other god but the Lord." Who knows how many people turned away from their false gods to serve the Lord because of Naomi. I bet Namaan stopped raiding Israel after that. So Naomi's actions not only were evangelistic, but also benefitted her people. Don't know what happened to Naomi, but I would like to think that when she grew up she was given her freedom and married one of the converts.

Let's give Kudos to Namaans wife as well. She could have become angry at Naomi for having the impertinance to discuss Namaan's leprosey. She was not filled with pride, however, and her desire was for her husband's good. She also has some credit in the conversion of her husband and his party.

[cecoeur]

The way you defend Ric for not giving a shit about the CH victim, but blast Max for staying neutral and not kicking his dad to the kerb? Girl, get a grip, they're all rich, no fucks given assholes, at least be consistent...

Omg you are legit my first anon hater, how fab! I hope you see this and enjoy some kind of warm fuzzy feeling because no lie this is hilarious to me. Strap in, baby because I have never been very succinct and I want to give my first anon hate due respect. ❤️

I Don’t think I’ve defended Daniel or his response to this situation - in fact I think the main thing I said about his comments were these tags:

Where I said basically exactly what you said in your message. They’re rich entitled men who aren’t impacted directly and don’t really care. Also, I’ve said in other tags that he’s a dumb fuck who needs to do better! Legit this might be the only other thing I’ve said about Daniel’s comments:

So.. I don’t think I’ve defended him? And if that’s not clear, let me be clear. He’s an ignorant rich man who says stupid shit that I don’t agree with. Lewis is the only driver who has had even a remotely okay answer to any question asked about it. (Which is a whole other wild thing. Like they knew these questions would come and they still fumbled them so badly.) Ultimately my feeling on this is that they’re all probably fine people but they are narcissists who really only care about what’s happening in their immediate lives and this is only impactful in that people keep asking them questions about it.

Now to Max. I also don’t think I said Max should kick his dad to the curb but I appreciate that this is what you may have perceived. What I said is that he is complicit in his dad’s actions/comments when he openly refers to them as a team and they act as business partners. And that the folks who are infantilizing him and telling reporters to stop asking him about his dad because he can’t control what his dad said, are ultimately wrong. He can…he point blankly refuses to and doubles down on how tied his dad is to his racing career. Ergo, it’s fair for him to be asked about it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

And finally, he 100% is not staying neutral in that. He literally said his dad doesn’t lie and he supports him. He also has some kind of weird symbiotic relationship with the reanimated corpse that his Helmut Marko soooooo def not neutral.

Still a fan of both Max and Daniel but that’s just kind of how shit goes? I want F1 and everyone involved to be more inclusive and progressive (I want that on a worldwide scale, obvs) but I’m also aware that this is a hyper fixation that I enjoy mostly on the internet/ the tumblr community and so im not going to expect too much out of it.

Nor am I going to anonymously tell someone to get a grip about it but that’s apparently just me. 😘

[vicioux]

DARKLINA FIC RECS

so i never would've thought when i read my first alarkling / darklina fanfic that SEVEN YEARS LATER i'd be 1. still reading them 2. making a fic rec list and 3. going to get a chance to see my ship in action on a television show with ben barnes as the darkling??? mindblown. so i've put together a list of all my favorite OG pre-show darklina fics for y'all to enjoy - i'm hoping the show draws more people to the ship so even more delicious content is created...basically i want more to read so i can do another fic rec list after the show's been out for a while HAHA p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here. *update* click for PART TWO of DARKLINA FIC RECS and also for MODERN AU DARKLINA FIC RECS!!!

multichapter (aka canon-divergence galore)

START A WAR by nymja It takes three hundred years to love him.

A CURSE BETWEEN US by hanpersands Theirs is a delicate balance. They work because they are eternal, and there is only two of them. (Or, Alina gets knocked up and disappears. The Darkling is less than pleased)

TIMELESS series by destinies Alina Starkov expected to wake up on a ship sailing across the True Sea, one that would take her far from Ravka, far from the Darkling and his mad crusade. Instead, she awoke in Os Alta to a devastating truth: the war was won nearly a century ago, her first love was dead, and she remembered nothing. Not even that, as part of her surrender, she agreed to a political marriage.

SCARS OF LIGHT by kallypso Alina Starkov knows what it is to lose. Then she meets the Darkling, the powerful and handsome Grisha in charge of the second army. A man she swears she has seen before in passing hallucinations. He has spent years searching for her since the first rumors of a girl who shone like a star rose from Keramzin, and now he has found her.

TO BE SEEN by larry_hystereks Alina has spent her life knowing what it's like to be hunted for being Grisha. She uses her powers to hide herself, hide other Grisha, and forms the Invisible Army. her main focus is to free the Grisha until she meets him; the Darkling, commander of the Second Army, summoner of the shadows. (if alina knew she was Grisha her whole life and if her and the Darkling were truly equals)

STARLESS by opheliarose They said the Darkling dwelt in a tower at the Little Palace, perched above the world like a dragon guarding its treasure. That treasure, as it so happened, was a girl. Yet when he selects an orphan girl with no past, a new future presents itself.

LONGER THAN LIFETIMES by moonburntmemory Alina Starkov and the Darkling cannot help but fall victim to ties that bind them. Neither can break from the ruthless cycle of fate connecting them. He is the night that allows all to know the shine of her sun.

IT FOLLOWS by queen_haq She isn't quite herself; neither is he. But when they come together, it's explosive. (“Our powers amplify when we’re physically connected.”)

A RAVEN AND A DOVE by amelia island What if the Darkling had met Alina before she awoke as the Sun Summoner? What if it wasn't Mal's life she saved on the Fold?

alternate universe

MOST ARDENTLY by captaingriffin Aleksander Morozova is handsome, rich, and not used to having romantic feelings for anybody, let alone mouthy orphan girls who are annoyingly endearing. Alina Starkov is quite comfortable being alone, and doesn't have much taste for the conceited, rude, and insensitive Mr. Morozova, which she makes sure to tell him constantly. pride&prejudice!AU

LONE CANDLES by nymja They've lived four lives together. Only one ends happily. reincarnation!AU

IT'S A DANGEROUS GAME by ohwastelandbaby Left as the only witness to a heist, Alina Starkov is in need of protection from a band of criminals out to get her. What Agent Kirigan offers her, is far more complicated. bodyguard!AU

THE WEIGHT OF WINGS by eosithe In different times, in different places, Alina and Aleksander meet again and again. As the sum of a lifetime(s) of choices, their story is never the same twice.

SIEGING THE STORM AMONG THE RISING BONES OF RUINED SHADOWS by kara_luna Alina doesn't go back to the day she met her greatest enemy or the day she stumbled into an orphanage. She wakes up in a time she's never lived surrounded by the village of a boy she once knew as a man who held shadows in his bare hands and commanded armies and entire nations... And he's a child who looks at her with eyes full of light. timetravel!AU

UNRAVEL ME by bananamilkis Living most of her life in a whore house, can Alina free herself from the invisible chains that Ana has on her or can a mysterious man unravel the truth for her?

MAKE ME YOUR VILLAIN by elegygoldsmith In which the destiny of Reylina Starkov, a scavenger and Omega sun summoner, becomes entwined with that of the Darkling, Alpha Emperor Kylo Ren.

oneshots

WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF by the_darkling 🌶️🌶️🌶️ This is the way it is between the two of them, an inexorable attraction that accompanies their every meeting. And if finally giving in means falling prey to his designs, then she’s happy to be devoured.

SEALED by the_darkling Her dear husband’s moods were as changeable and unpredictable as the wind but his affection for her was constant and unfailing, and Alina liked his kisses best of all.

BETWEEN MIDNIGHTS by vuas 🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You’re my wife, my sun summoner,” he continues undeterred, hot breath fanning over her neck. “You’re mine. I can do whatever I please with you. Why shouldn’t I kiss you?”

THE SILENCE OF YOUR TOUCH by wellthatsood After Alina first uses their connection, she wants more. Only this time, he isn’t alone - but that just makes it more fun. Or, “How to Frustrate (in more ways than one) Someone Who Can’t Talk Back: An Exploratory Study ft. Alina Starkov”

YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK (NO DAWN, NO DAY) by cursebreakker An exploration of Alina Starkov's life as she realizes she's not aging like her husband is. Meanwhile, the shadows in the corner of her room observe.

anything and everything by these authors

NYMJA HANPERSANDS VUAS 🌶️🌶️🌶️ DARKLESMYLOVE CURSEBREAKKER