#and maybe someone else if that's possible which I doubt in this instance

[alphajocklover]

So I just finished my 3rd year exams at university (hopefully I did well enough to make it into a 4th year and go for an Master's of science) and as soon as I get out near the crowd to celebrate a guy bumps into me and I broke my phone. I was ready to give him a piece of my mind until I saw he was pretty built, he must be on some university team for something. He felt awful apparently and he gave me his old phone as an apology. It came with this InstaJock app thing on it. I dunno what it is but I kinda wanna load it up...

Another instance of a jock giving someone a phone with InstaJock already downloaded on it. Another instance of someone doing something with InstaJock that doesn’t make any sense. I know it’s unprofessional to say something like this, but this is driving me crazy. Why would a jock give away their phone? If they wanted to turn you into a jock like them, they’d just send you the app! If they wanted to give you a new phone for real, they’d have wiped it before giving it to you. I guess it's possible they forgot, but InstaJock is super important to the users that get transformed into jocks. Even with how stupid jocks can be, I doubt they’d forget about the app that literally changed their life. So… why?

I’ve mentioned in some of my earlier Instajock posts that someone has been messing with people using this app. Using it in unconventional ways to mess with people, spreading false information about the app, and even making knock offs of the transformative app. My first thought was that it had to be The Master. Not the Doctor Who villain, to those who get that reference, but someone I introduced to you all in a recent post. He’s the creator of Instajock and the mastermind behind my Uncle’s transformation and kidnapping. He’s an incredibly powerful figure in the Transformation Community, even more than I’ve told you. Most people who know about transformations are scared to mention him, even other TF Reporters are, and most powerful people or groups who work with transformation either do business with him or stay out of his way. But… I don’t think he’s the one behind this. He likes to mess with people, play with his victims like whoever is behind this, but if he wanted to do that he could just add features to the actual InstaJock app. He had no reason to do things in such a roundabout way. Which makes me think… it’s someone else.

Whoever is doing this has an intimate knowledge of the app, so It has to be someone involved with InstaJock, someone besides The Master. Maybe someone who works for him? Even he couldn’t have programmed the entire app on his own and added in the magical elements without help. Plus he isn’t one for upkeep, so he’s probably having someone else run the site for him. They also have to be someone with a lot of nerve to mess with The Master, maybe someone who they’ve hurt personally. On top of all of that it’d also have to be someone the jocks would listen to. Maybe someone who worked on InstaJock that The Master fired, a former employee?

I can’t be sure of who's behind this yet, but I do know that whatever they’re trying to do with you isn’t good. When you press that app, you won’t just be turned into a jock like a regular InstaJock user. It has to be something… special. Something that would benefit, or would at least interest the person behind this. Maybe you’ll turn into a copy of the jock who gave you the phone, become their perfect twin? Maybe something else will happen entirely. I can’t be sure.

If it’s not too late, send me the phone immediately. I can put it somewhere safe, and I might be able to protect you from whoever's doing this. If it is too late… Well I hope you enjoy whatever happened. Being transformed against your will sucks, but being a jock can be fun, even if it isn’t your choice.

**3 stories in one day, all InstaJock? I must be on a roll! I hope you guys liked this one! There are still more mysteries and more transformations to discover! Stay tuned!**

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I am extremely sad and miserable and angry today, and I want to do something stupid, but I almost certainly won't, because I think I am mature enough now not to do something stupid, but I can't tell you enough how much I hate it. God I hate it. I hate life. I hate being alive. I wish I had never lived. Where is it all even going? Nothing could possibly be worth this. God damn it.

[kazelvr]

₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ everyone adores you, at least i do.

synopsis. cell 13 relationship hcs (separately).

content contains. gender neutral reader! building 5 arc mentioned. multiple hajime mentions (jumpscare) not proofread!

mei’s note. wrote this for all the nanbaka enjoyers, i also need nanbaka mutuals 2bhonest :,).

jyugo (ジューゴ)

jyugo is definitely something when it comes to relationships! he’s been behind bars his whole life, how is he supposed to know how to show his affection?

so, he gets advice! almost everyday he can be found next to uno, seeking relationship advice tips on how to show his love for you. although the advice he receives isn’t the most useful, he still makes an effort. however, there was one instance where he turned to hajime for advice, and lets just say it didn’t turn out so well.

jyugo is your #1 protector, always looking out for you just in case anything happens to you. in the building five arc, he keeps a watchful eye on you, never letting you stray too far from his side. his grip on you is firm, seeking solace in your presence.

cell thirteen freaks the FUCK out when they hear about jyugo having a partner. literally, how could someone like him possibly pull someone as cute as you?

like i said earlier, jyugo struggles to express his love for you. his attempts are often clumsy and timid, leaving him embarrassed even at the mere utterance of “i love you” coming from his lips. but, don’t get the wrong idea about his lack of affection. he adores you deeply, please be patient with him!

he loves to show off his jail breaking skills to you, only to be caught by hajime 10 minutes later. and then you have to witness your poor boyfriend get yelled at for trying to escape. at least you’re there to comfort him and praise his skills, which makes this all worth it in the end.

he never. stops. talking. about. you. never. it’s painfully obvious he’s head over heels for you. even before you two started dating, he was talking about you as if he was your biggest fan. which, he is. but he doesn’t want you to know that.

if you’re a criminal and you belong in a different cell/building, trust me, jyugo would be sneaking out of his cell all the time to visit you. it gets so bad that you have to tell him to stop, or else hajime would literally kill him with his fists.

if you are in the same cell as him, jyugo likes to play with your hair while you’re sleeping. the sensation of his fingertips running through the strands relaxes him, especially when it’s late at night when he’s stuck in his cell. he could escape if he wanted to, but now he doesn’t because he wants to spend time with you. it’s also a way of showing his affection for you without getting embarrassed because he knows you’re sleeping. if you wake up and catch him, he’ll pretend that nothing ever happened.

jyugo’s heart nearly stopped when you first told him that you loved him. he knew it, of course, but hearing the words coming out of your mouth was too much for him to bear. tears sprang instantly to his eyes, and he buries his face in your shoulder, sobbing. his mind swirled with words of love he’d never heard before, words so soft and tender he couldn’t believe anything could make him feel this good. please, let him have his moment.

uno (ウノ)

you bully him for being a brit (jay kay. maybe)

loves to play cards with you! even if you don’t know how to play, he’ll teach you anyway. he even lets you win just to see the smile on your face.

uno is always with you, always holding your hand. he likes the feeling of your touch, and he will never let go—no matter what how much you tell him to.

uno let’s you do his hair, and he does yours as well. he’s all about hair care and skin care, so no doubt he’ll remind you to take care of your skin and your hair. and then, you both end up glowing together.

he likes to flirt, and if you’re someone who gets easily embarrassed, uno will be flirting with you all the time just to see your reaction. he plays with your heart strings, he plays with your head; it’s like a game to him. he’s charming in his own cocky way. it’s a part of who he is and what he does best.

but, if you flirt back with him, he’ll melt and whine. he’s the one who’s supposed to do the flirting!

uno is the epitome of a doting cuddlebug. he is constantly attached to you, whether day or night, no matter who sees. he is so head-over-heels for you, that even hajime has to physically tug or otherwise force him away from your side..

when talking to others, uno frequently brags about you in the most adorable way possible. he flexes by casually pointing at you and asserting you’re his partner, often saying things like, “that’s my partner, [name]! so lucky, right?” to everyone else in earshot. in essence, his pride runs deep, and he’s not afraid to show it.

when rejected or ignored by you, unl tends to become highly sulky and dramatic. like a child throwing a tantrum, he’ll sulk and pout, spreading misery to everyone else near him just because he was in a bad mood. he’ll go so far as to ignore you unless you apologize, although his bad mood rarely lasts for too long. no more than an hour later, you’ll find uno clinging to your side once more, as if none of it ever happened.

uno’s self-proclaimed as a ‘pretty boy’ is a fact. nonetheless, he’ll still be a blushing, embarrassed mess whenever you acknowledge it, especially if you tease him about it. he’ll nervously scratch the back of his neck, his cheeks a bright shade of red, trying to come up with a reply that doesn’t make him sound like a giddy schoolgirl — but failing miserably.

nico (ニコ)

nico is always recommending manga to you, based on what you’ll like— and he’s usually spot on due to his vast experience. if you’re an anime lover as well, he would be more than happy to chat with you about it, and will probably end up introducing you to his favorite series.

nico is utterly relentless when it comes to showering you with affection, always sparing no opportunity to tell you how much he cares. everyone else in cell thirteen has seen it all before— the constant showering with kisses and hugs, the endless compliments and praise, the clear unashamed adulation.

but to nico, it doesn’t matter if others see it or not, because he wants you to know how much he loves you, and he wants to make it known to you, right here, right now, however he can. it’s quite sweet, really.

playing video games with him is special to nico, especially since it’s you he’s playing with. he considers you to be his favorite person ever, and wants to do everything with you, which includes playing video games. however, nico can get a bit competitive at times. but, don’t worry. if you end up losing a round, he’ll feel bad and let you win all the other rounds after that, just to lift your spirits and make you feel better.

if you’re not one for talking, nico would be more than happy to fill the silence by yapping your ear off about anything that comes to his mind. and you would sit there, listening patiently each time, never judging him for wanting to share his thoughts and interests with you. having someone who is always willing to hear him out really, really means a lot to nico!

nico seems to have a sixth sense for whenever you’re feeling down, ashes constantly checking up on you. whether you’re feeling sad, stressed, or just plain tired, nico will do whatever it takes to cheer you up. he would take you to nanba’s arcade, put on a comedy anime for both of you to watch, or even simply cuddle with you the whole day if that’s what you want. despite his childish demeanor, nico is understanding and sympathetic, always willing to listen to you vent about your problems, while gently holding you close and doing his utmost to comfort you and make you feel better.

rock (ロック)

food dates food dates food dates! although, nanba prison is probably not the most ideal setting for a food date — but your boyfriend still manages to make it work somehow. he’ll beg shiro for the most delicious meal he can offer, and in a heartbeat, you’ll be presented with a ten-tier cake.

rock loves having you on his back while he does push-ups, that’s it. no specific reason.

if anyone even so much breathes a word of disrespect in your direction, rock would go ballistic. without a moment’s hesitation and without any words exchanged, rock would proceed to throw hands, until the person who dared disrespect his beloved had a broken nose and a busted jaw.

while rock may appear brash and impulsive on the outside, he’s nothing more than a big sweethart who would do anything and everything for you. hell, he’ll even go so far as to share his meal with you. he’s got a very obvious soft slot for you, but he’s rather not say that out loud.

another cuddlebug! sure, his loud snoring may keep you up at night, but he’s your boyfriend, and it doesn’t really bother you, after all. the security that comes from rock’s big, muscular arms wrapping around you tightly is worth it. his cuddles are like a warm blanket, making you feel safe. sometimes, they can be so tight you can barely move— no complaints there from you, though. the warmth and comfort rock brings us more than worth it.

rock always asks you to watch him fight, regardless of whether he wins or loses. he doesn’t even mind if he does lose, as long as you’re there to cheer him on and offer him words of praise afterwards. that’s one thing that makes it worthwhile, seeing that big, dumb-happy grin show up on his face after getting congratulated by you for giving it his all.

rock often finds himself comparing hand sizes with you most of the time, knowing full well that yours would be smaller than his, but he still does it anyway. maybe it’s the intimacy and close contact of putting your hands against each other, and the feeling of your soft, slender fingers running up and down his rough, calloused palm. for rock, it’s an almost comforting sensation and he often asks you if you’re willing to do it again.

many others including cell thirteen have noticed the way how rock is especially more gentle with you. how his voice mellows to a calming, relaxed state as soon as he starts talking to you, and how his gaze becomes more relaxed and gentle. it’s as if a switch has been flipped once he locks eyes with you.

the guy is just sososo in love w/you :,)

[lunarmoves]

So, Bleeding Wires AU 👀

Would there possibly be a moment after y/n is taken to Sun when he realizes he's genuinely scaring them? Like logically they must know what he has done, and can probably imagine it too, but at one point they witness an instance of that violence/unhinged behavior and Sun has to see the same horror and fear that he must have seen a ton of times in other people's faces when they were looking at him, but never before on y/n's

sun when he realizes his actions have consequences and those consequences include scaring the human love of his life:

LMFAOOOO anyways. cw for typical apocalypse violence, death, murder, torture (sun literally kills someone)

hmmm okay after some hm-ing and hah-ing im going to add a little tidbit to the bleeding wires lore that i think will deepen things.

so.... im imagining that sun is not good at deciphering human emotions at first, particularly in arc1. he reads them completely differently at times. yeah he understands when harsh emotions like anger and arrogance or whatever are directed at him, but not the softer ones like adoration, kindness, etc. moon is considerably better, but sun is the one mistaking fright for awe or nervousness as anger or something. which ties into the whole thing with him avoiding his own emotions and such. can't be good at deciphering what someone else is feeling when you yourself reject all feelings and their associated labels

and so, when he starts feeling his fans go into overdrive around you, or the way he can't get you out of his mind at times... he thinks he hates you. like really hates you.

it's the opposite, of course. but he doesn't realize that. and maybe he's a bit meaner to you as a result. maybe he shows more of that superiority complex around you and it drives you away as a result. but then... with you gone... now there's just something inside of him that aches? whagt the fuck?

and yeah, he brushes it off at first, but well..... after a while of not hearing or seeing you, he can't ignore it any longer.

as a result, he gets better once he realizes that he actually has a big fat crush on you and takes more time to study his feelings and how this may be displayed on others and on himself. but it's hard bc some people show emotions in different ways, yknow? he's no expert, but the entire apocalypse definitely makes him better with deciphering fear, nerves, and guilt (since that's what he predominantly sees as, yknow, the leader of the apocalypse and all)

so when you wake up in sun's home in the celestial city, you are understandably scared and wary. you've only ever heard stories or rumors about what has happened--how sun led a robot army across your state and many others. how he was the face of the revolution and the one forming strategic plans that he sent to other robots to aid them in the takeover. there is no doubt in your mind that he has massacred thousands of people, even if you've never seen it. he has enough blood on his hands to fill an entire ocean lol. so understandably, you're nervous and avoidant around him. there's no telling when he might kill you--it could be over the smallest thing. or so you think.

in all your time at the pizzaplex, you'd only ever seen a handful of emotions on sun. and honestly? from what you see of the sun post-revolution, he's not much different. still cold, still calculative, still with that complex and arrogance and faked cheerfulness. but there's something different about him that you can't place. it scares you, though, so you try not to come into contact with him too often, sticking to your room or holding short conversations with him when he seeks you out.

(it's bloodlust, you eventually realize, way later down the line. and you do not like it one bit)

((you're right, of course, but there is also a particular... rough sort of softness to him? begrudging, almost. you are never able to read this off of him, though, and never will))

lmao i'm imagining sun being awkward and hesitant as hell, not knowing how to address you. and the fact that you're avoiding him does not help. it actually... makes him frustrated. and maybe... maybe one day he takes this out on some humans he's captured to torture some information out of them on the whereabouts of another human base.

sun never told you there's nowhere you can't go in his home. and, understandably, you are too nervous to really do anything to him/his living spaces with all the fucking cameras all over the place. your nerves don't stop you from exploring, though. if there's even the smallest chance of you spotting a means to escape, you'll take it.

and well.... your curiosity and wandering leads you further into the building. where there's a faint clanging sound in the distance. at first, you think it's a broken pipe or something. but as you get closer, you realize there's another sound associated with it.

an odd squelching. and this- this rasping that at first sounds like wind going through an odd opening. but then you realize it's not rasping--it's wheezing. gurgling, like someone on the brink of death from an open doorway to your right.

your curiosity is morbid. you peek into the room. and immediately you retch at the sight.

sun hears you--he spins around and it's like he took a dive into that fucking blood ocean he created. his smile is wide--sharp like a razor and almost manic. his hand is different--modded as it is to look like some dangerous machete. you cannot help the sudden weakness in your legs, the way you stumble back and nearly trip over yourself in your haste to get away from the thick stench of death that permeates through the air.

and--sun, after teaching himself, forcing himself, how to read emotions better on humans--comes face to face with an expression he soon realizes he never wants to see on you ever again. you've become one and the same as the very humans he's killed, and he does not like that association.

and ahhh well.... he never should have taught himself about emotions.

it wasn't worth it, in the end, being able to recognize the fear on your face (because of him, it was because of him) and the way it makes something inside him pang.

[darthpastry]

Welcome to part two of my official Henry-hate crusade. Time to cover the true ending of Pizzeria Sim! For this one, I want to take one of the fandoms favorite moments, the connection terminated speech, and shred it to piece while explaining why Henry isn't really a hero in this instance. So! Let's go over certain lines. Maybe compliment some of my favorite ones so this isn't just hating and recognizing he isn't the absolute worst.

"And to you, my brave volunteer."

Idk about you, but it doesn't exactly seem to me like Michael knew what he was volunteering for.

"Who somehow found this job listing not intended for you."

If it was anyone else, they probably would've died. The only other person by this point who was known to be able to survive the animatronics was Jeremy and I doubt that even if he was still around, he would be able to fend them off due to brain injury. Also, not so much a complaint, but did Henry have someone else in mind or just threw the job listing into the void?

"Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be."

Why not ask. Or at least tell him what the way out is instead of just assuming he hasn't found anything to live for and effectively murdering him?

"I am remaining as well. I am nearby."

Yep. Just make sure everyone who knows what's going on dies even though it's not like William hasn't escaped a fire before. Very responsible of you.

"This place will not be remembered. And the memory of everything that started this. Can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should."

I'm a firm believer in when history is forgotten it repeats itself, so quite frankly wanting people to forget seems a bit stupid. I agree that they shouldn't be trapped in the agony of it, but "this place will not be remembered" seems wrong.

"Although, for one of you. The darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."

I can complain about Henry all day, but William is objectively far worse, and this line is absolute fire. Pun intended.

"My daughter, if you can hear me. I knew you would return as well."

Might be due to that animatronic you made to capture her and deliver constant controlled shocks and also somehow ended up in a magazine? Idk though. Just a theory.

"I'm sorry that on that day. The day you were shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up in their arms. The way you lifted others into yours."

But why. I get that being a parent can be hard and you can't have an eye on your kid 24/7, but he should've at least made there was a responsible adult present.

"Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now."

Yippee. Negligent dad who can only making up for leaving his child without a responsible adult which led to her early death by using Lefty so that she can finally move on. Yayyyy /extreme sarcasm ofc

“Congratulations on completing your work week. We apologize if your situation wasn't presented to you In a completely honest fashion when you first started, but it was important that your intentions and actions be genuine.”

I cannot emphasize enough that Michael was not told what was going to happen and given the last sentence it seems like he didn't even feel the need to be suspicious of what was going on.

“Please accept this Certificate of Completion. Goodbye for now, and thank you for taking this journey with us.”

More of theorizing but it's kind of weird that this whole monologue was recorded and delivered if Michael is supposed to be actually dead. I know it's for the player, but I feel like they could easily spin this and bring Michael back.

Tune in next time where I cover the other endings, possibly rant about how everything in FNaF is awful for everyone, and miscellaneous if there's any!

@uvanuva

[lazyofficer]

HERE IS WHY SHIRLULU IS LEGITIMATE SHIP -PART 4

Warning: I'm not a writer and English is not my native language. So kindly bare it or DM me about it. Criticism is welcomed not hate.

Continuation

LELOUCH BEING BOYFRIEND CODED -

3. Lelouch's trust in Shirley -

Lelouch trusts Suzaku with Nunnally , He trusts CC with his thoughts (especially dark ones), He trusts Kallen to fight by his side and He trusts Shirley with his feelings.

Instances -

R2 Stage 13

a) Lelouch trust her enough to be vulnerable

" I don't want to lose anyone or anything"

At that point, Lelouch had lost Suzaku, Nunnally and Kallen. He never gotten a chance to deal with it.

He vented out his feelings to Shirley and this almost convinced Shirley that he is alone because, she has never seen Lelouch this way.

This was the first and last time, Lelouch had this vulnerable expression.

R2 Stage 12

b) Lelouch trusts her enough to express his softer side.

Lelouch is always surrounded by girls. It doesn't bother him when he looks at half naked girls. He is not affected when Milly teases him, yet he blushed when Shirley teased him.

Shirley brings out his softer side; he is comfortable to show that side.

P S- Shirley is pretty dense too, because the boy got defensive when accused of lying about his feelings. He talked about how it's not okay to kiss without feelings yet he readily closed his eyes for a kiss.

Girl , what more clues do you want ??

R2 Stage 11

c) Lelouch trusts her enough seek advice.

He knew about the Chinese couple, and he knew why the girls were opposing the political marriage, but what he couldn't understand was why it was so important.

He could have directly asked CC . Honestly, she was the ideal choice; she was his partner and knew the situation yet asked Shirley instead, who was completely unrelated and unaware of the situation.

He didn't worry about what Shirley would think of him if he asked "how to spilt a couple" In fact he nearly spilled the truth.

If Shirley hadn't called him , Lelouch would have struggled alone.

Lelouch does speak his mind with others, especially with CC, but he is not comfortable asking for help or advice.

ShirLulu Crumbs :

d) Lelouch trusts her enough not consider her as a potential threat. ( lol)

He is someone who is always on guard and observes everyone and everything around him.

 Lelouch knew Rivalz was snooping for gossip when Shirley and Lelouch were talking about shopping (date) and he could differentiate between the cops ( following him) from the civilians in mall (R2 Epi 3).

The Same Lelouch couldn't sense when Shirley was following him. ( he was a bit disturbed).

Maybe, this is why Villetta made Shirley follow him instead of directly following Lelouch. (he would lower his guard around her).

Lelouch is a logical person who thinks about all possibilities (he came up with 14 identities for Mao in a minute).  He never thought about the possibility of  Shirley shooting someone (R1 epi 14).

R1 stage 21

Shirley was chasing him for a conversation; he was busy and brushed it off. He never got suspicious about why Amnesia Shirley was so persistent to talk to him or about what she wanted to say.

But Lelouch got alert when Rivalz joked about him maintaining a note for house expenses, which turned out to be true (R2 Epi 3).

Lelouch has postive and high opinion about Shirley - she could never harm him or anyone else. This is why never cautious around her.

R2 stage 13

This might be totally my interpretation.

This one time Lelouch actually suspects Shirley ,but his doubt was more like. "What are you doing with Suzaku when you have feelings for me ?" . It didn't make sense for Shirley and Suzaku to hang out alone and his doubts shifts to Suzaku.

Lelouch really trusts her a lot and there is no doubt on Shirley's trust on Lelouch and trust is key element for a relationship.

[littlehollyleaf]

So are we talking about the Bible quote on the Gabriel!fly matchbox?

It's from Job - a nod to Crowley and Aziraphale's adventures with him no doubt

Specifically Job 41:19 "out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out"

So. Idk if this was once a common verse on matchboxes. I know there was a famous brand called LUCIFERS, as a play on the concept of 'light bringer' - cos matches bring light, yeah? Those had bible verses on I believe, but idk if it was this one. Even if not the same though, this Job verse does a similar thing to the Lucifer match brand - referencing sparks of fire cos that's what matches create (we're gonna circle back to this fyi, but there's other stuff first, hold on).

Now, obviously the box was used to contain the essence/identity of GABRIEL.

But it also acts as something of a visual representation of the very CONCEPT of an angel's essence/identity being something that can be removed and stored elsewhere. AND of the idea that the outside appearance of something (or someone) doesn't necessarily give an accurate/truthful indicator of what is inside - there are no matches in this matchbox, for instance.

The quote on the box also doesn't describe Gabriel. But that doesn't matter because, actually, Gabriel is never in the box is he? He takes the fly out before transferring his essence into it.

So. We have an empty box, representing the idea of angel essence/identity as removable from its... casing/packaging.

And this empty box describes something (someone?) from whom sparks of fire leap from.

If you look up the whole of Job 41, it turns out it's god describing what's referred to as a LEVIATHAN to Job.

Apparently there's speculation this refers to a crocodile. But a quick Google tells me various Bible annotations describe the creature as a GIANT SERPENT.

...a giant serpent

from whom fire leaps

and whose 'eyes are like the eyelids of the morning'

Hmm.

But the box is empty - the essence/identity/truth of this creature/being/person the outside is describing is not where the packaging suggests it should be.

...perhaps because, as with Gabriel, the essence/identity/truth of said creature has also been removed and stored somewhere else?

OR is it less literal than that? More of a metaphorical suggestion that the creature/angel/being Crowley is labelled as has never truly been HIM? The box is empty because who Crowley is does not fit in a box - he has, in fact, spent much of his existence trying to ESCAPE being put in a box, being labelled, ESPECIALLY by god/Heaven.

So, this little box has started to represent quite a lot now I think. The idea of angel essence/identity, but also maybe just identity in general? The idea of someone's identity not always matching their physical appearance. The idea of someone's identity being defined/limited by the descriptions/opinions/words of others. The idea of wanting and trying to escape the confines of an inaccurate and forced identity (give me coffee liberty or give me death).

Then, if that wasn't enough, on top of that we have that little added extra of matchboxes with bible verses infamously being known as Lucifers... (said I'd circle back!). Not as important as the rest I feel. BUT - if anyone wanted a little extra fuel for the 'Crowley as Lucifer' theory, this could fit... in a deeply symbolic, close reading, metafictional way?

In any case, what I'm getting at here is this box as reflecting the forced identities that Heaven/God persistently try to trap angels (and anyone really) into. And how it is possible to remove yourself from said box.

...am I taking this too far? Haven't tried any full on media analysis in such a long time...

This is the whole of Job 41 for reference (think there may be more in it relating to Crowley, and perhaps Aziraphale and their relationship too, plus GO!Heaven, that I'm overlooking):

Job.41

[1] Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

[2] Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

[3] Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?

[4] Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?

[5] Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

[6] Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

[7] Canst thou fill his skin with barbed iron? or his head with fish spears?

[8] Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

[9] Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

[10] None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

[11] Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

[12] I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

[13] Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?

[14] Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

[15] His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

[16] One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

[17] They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

[18] By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

[19] Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

[20] Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

[21] His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

[22] In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

[23] The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

[24] His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

[25] When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

[26] The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

[27] He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

[28] The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

[29] Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

[30] Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

[31] He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

[32] He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

[33] Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

[34] He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.

[darkfictionjude]

Etymology nonnie here!

Bugs non withstanding, I really enjoyed the update! So much so, that I don't know still what branch I prefer the most. Fortunately my save is right there where we choose where to go.

What I loved most, however, was how Imre's personality finally began to show more. So far, maybe because I'm playing my MC as someone who is overall kind, agreeable and polite, as well as going for the amicable romance options; Imre has only showed a rather kind and approachable persona. Fake, of course, but still incredibly charming.

Yet now, it's possible to see some of his worst aspects showing. His need for control, his prejudices, how he wants to have MC for himself and how is testing his current influence, and even his jealousy. It's fascinating truly, because I wouldn't say the mask has fully fallen off, but some cracks began to show quite clearly.

For instance, I do enjoy that, if so far you have only romanced him, that he clearly considers stopping MC from going with Lorcan (I believe this is also the case if you aren't romancing Imre, but I cannot test it with my current save). Now, it's possible to justify this (from Imre's perspective) as wanting MC to be involved in actually progressing the investigation, and for Imre, Lorcan is not a real helping hand. Yet for me it's clear that there can be another reason. And that's jealousy. In the example I described it's not possible to actually see if it's jealousy or not, but in one of the branches where you go with Imre, MC can ask about how Lorcan may be doing on his own. And Imre goes into a rant of how useless Lorcan is. He obviously gets mad MC brought Lorcan into the conversation. And that's delightful. I'm very much aware MC does not realize this may be jealousy (since, so far, he probably does believe Imre would be interested in him), but I cannot see it as anything else.

No, that's a lie. Now it occurs to me it can be a manipulation tactic too. Imre may want to separate MC from Lorcan, since he does such a low concept of the latter. But even then, it would be a rather bad tactic to use. It makes clear to MC that these are Imre's thoughts about Lorcan. It doesn't make MC agree in spite himself, or begin to doubt Lorcan possible contributions (especially because this is literally the first thing they are doing as team, so judging how well Lorcan performs depends on how he does in the current mission).

At the very least, it may be possible the jealousy is fake. Simply because it's clear Imre is intending to seduce MC, now that it's clear MC does have some interest in him. So, what easier way for MC to feel desired? Especially with the added fake dating, the heavily erotic touching, and the overt charm Imre shows towards MC.

Of course, there is also the fact that Imre and Lorcan hate each other. They hate each other in a way that they would be shipped to oblivion if this was anything but an interactive fiction story where they are romanceable by the player. Simply because it's way too deep, way too explosive and memorable as to not be turned into homoerotic lust. In any case, I pity my MC who always has to get in between the two of them so they don't fight. Which it's such a funny image, the idea of MC who just left the mental hospital, being the rational one of the three.

That said, there is a crack that is not that enjoyable, and is the fact that Imre took credit for the discovery of certain things even if MC was the one who actually got the information (either by blackmailing Candace's mother, or while talking with Amanda). MC also noticed that, and I think it was a slip from Imre. Seeing himself as the only one capable around, the hero who'll solve the mystery. And it's taking others contributions for granted.

There is also the possibility that he is gaslighting MC about a lot of things, but I'm rather conflicted about how purposeful it may be (if it's happening at all). Simply because, while I understand Imre is not an angel, it would be rather perverse to begin to gaslight MC so early. Especially so because it's clear Imre is intrigued by MC, and is harder to access and investigate what makes MC interesting if you are manipulating him to such a huge degree. But maybe it's just me who thinks like this.

On the other hand, Lorcan is a sweetheart. Sure, he may be a foul mouth, but he is sincere. He has a good heart underneath his rudeness. And is clear that, in spite of himself, is possible to grow a friendship with MC. Which gladdens me.

I'm very excited to see how this team continues to interact and grow. Now with Nia as she joins in the following episodes.

I do have some ideas about the mystery itself, but those are for another ask.

Also, I guess I need to have a question. Since often what I give are my observations, and this is called an ask. Therefore, a question is required. So, I wonder, can you say why Imre has chosen to be such a tease with MC? Or is something that varies depending on the kind of romance you are going for (I have not played the antagonistic romance route, so I don't know)?

“Bugs not withstanding” 😔

I was waiting for you to come along with your analysis! Like I said I love in-depth player reactions it’s so fun. I love how you’re so unsure of what imre is doing haha that’s perfect. But also what a dick, taking the credit especially when mc is being so proactive and assertive for the first time ever.

And yes I adored lorcan in this episode. His thing is he hates people throwing their weight around to intimidate others (before someone says it yes orla did this but you know he has a blindspot there) and in that trailer Daryl is bigger and he doesn’t like the injustice of it, it’s like “yeah I can call mc dumb, stupid and tell them to die BUT YOU CAN’T!” Also if I’m not wrong lorcan grabs mc’s hand as they leave regardless of romance, which is nice, I think we have such rare cases of platonic handholding.

I feel like Imre likes to see mc flustered, I think it’s exciting to him to cause such an affect in a person who has never received that type of affection. It’s like teasing a kid you’re going to throw him into a cold pool, you have him in your hands and you dangle them over and when they shriek you pull them back and then do it again. Whatever other motives he has he finds mc’s reaction to him very delicious. In antagonistic romance, it’s much more aggressive I would say, he grabs them roughly and it’s a form of revenge, of getting the upper hand when mc manages to one up him.

[theflyindutchwoman]

It's been a while without the rookie so between the fanfics, the wishes for chenford and the ideas of what chenford could be and others shows who focus more on relationships, maybe it got lost that the rookie isn't as angsty that what some peoples think it is right now. Angela/wesley for the past 3 seasons, nolan/bailey in s4 with the ex husband, they got their up and downs but they don't break up. Once they have their endgames the show don't throw breakups for the fun or angst of it. The show priorites isn't relationships dramas, if it was they could have done SO MUCH MORE in s4 with chris,ashley and chenford. This is also why I respectfully don't understand peoples who think a breakup would be fun for angst because the only angst you'll have is them looking at each other for 3 sec if we are lucky like in 5x3 and then they'd be off doing their cops things. Waiting week after weeks for this would be boring and annoying as hell after waiting 5 years. And I know some peoples are worried about it, but a breakup wouldn't be spoiled.

Honestly, I just think people were simply stating what they wished to see. Someone asked them a question and they answered. It was about their preferences… I know that when I received a similar ask in the past, the logistics of the show didn't necessarily factor in my reply.

I can't speak for anyone who would like to see a breakup - or anyone else for that matter - but I think it's pretty fair to assume that what they want is a separation that makes sense, that is properly developed, with decent screentime and a real storyline that involves far more than just 3 seconds of pining here and there. The same way I want to see Lucy and Tim face some ups and downs : it's under the assumption that it is going to be written in a beautiful way and not rushed. And it is technically doable. Take episodes 5.08 to 5.12 for instance : Tim and Lucy had a fair amount of screentime dedicated to their relationship. The writers could easily use that same amount for a more angsty storyline or a breakup. Especially if it's related to UC : it could be linked to a case. A bit like 5.20 and 5.21. Though a shorter season does present a bigger challenge, that's for sure.

And you're right, the show doesn't really do 'breakups/reconciliation' storylines. Actually, it doesn't really do 'breakups'… Rachel, Gino and Isaac are still waiting for one. Jokes aside, the show did have a storyline like this for Wesley/Angela, but that was at the very beginning… I don't know if Bailey/Nolan broke up once it was revealed she was still married, but since it was solved by the next episode, I guess it's a moot point. Same with Nyla/James. And with her sleeping with her ex-husband, there was a reason to go there (though I'm grateful we were spared a 'who's the father' storyline). All these arcs could have been much more dramatic, that's for sure. So far, the show hasn't really leaned into that side. That's why I'm a bit sceptical that they would do a plotline like this. On the other hand, Tim and Lucy's relationship has been far more developed… So it wouldn't be completely beyond the realms of possibility either.

I also doubt that Eric would spoil something like that. More than once. Then again, this is the same guy who made a video last year with his new uniform, spoiling his promotion in the process. So who knows?! I have to say though, the timing of this makes me curious. As far I can tell, he only started talking about breakups after he was directly asked about his opinion on the matter. Not before. I mean, I may be wrong on the timeline here since I don't check his cameos. But that's the way it appeared to me. It could be that he received more information in-between… In which case, talk about perfect timing. That said, I get why some would rather be prepared or are worried. That's not my place to judge them.

(I won't take the risk of tagging anyone here, not in this volatile atmosphere, but feel free to pitch in or correct me).

[invisible-storyteller]

Part 1: Lydia is not Stiles's anchor (pre-6A)

First of all, let's discuss why Lydia is NOT Stiles's anchor.

(And here, let me take a moment to say that I'm not trying to bash Stydia. I do think, however, that just because you're romantically interested in someone - I use the word "interested" here because I'm gonna mainly talk about Seasons 3-5 when they weren't officially together yet - that doesn't mean that the person of your romantic affection will be your anchor.)

The idea of Lydia being Stiles' anchor was introduced in Season 3, and consequently, that was the season when TW writers tried on multiple occasions to use this new-found prospect of their relationship as a plot device.

The first time Lydia was implied to be an anchor to Stiles was in Episode 11 when Stiles, Scott and Allison sacrificed themselves to the Nemeton to save their parents' lives. Seemingly, Lydia worked as an anchor here but I also have to point out the (imperfect?) execution of this idea. The purpose of the pairings in this scene, according to Deaton, was to pull the person back from (what I assume was) bardo but we also saw that when the three of them reemerged from the water, none of the others was standing beside them. (In which case, I don't understand the importance of such "emotional tethers". Was just the thought of Lydia supposed to bring Stiles back? Because Stiles was clearly not thinking of Lydia, the three of them got basically thrown back as soon as they found the location of the Nemeton.)

Additionally, the person serving as an emotional bond to the one being sacrificed wasn't necessarily an anchor in this situation. Despite their close relationship, I doubt that Scott had Deaton as his anchor, even though the vet was the one holding him down. Therefore, Lydia might not have been an anchor in this episode, only an emotional connection to Stiles - someone who could have been easily replaced by Scott himself if he had been available at the time.

The second instance suggesting Lydia's role as an anchor was within a series of nightmares Stiles experienced at the very beginning of Season 3B - courtesy of the Nogitsune trying to crawl into his head. Stiles had this dream with Lydia being in his bed when he suddenly noticed that the door to his room was ajar and he got up to close it. My question is: Why did dream!Lydia tell him to leave the door open? If she was supposed to be an anchor and Stiles was supposed to use her to keep - and in a way, guard - his sanity (like Derek did with dream!Stiles when Kate broke into his loft), shouldn't Lydia have encouraged him in closing the door to his mind?

Deaton made it clear that the problem after the ritual sacrifice was the metaphorical doors remaining ajar inside their minds which the Nogitsune was using as a rift to take control of Stiles. So why wasn't Lydia protecting him like an anchor? Maybe I'm just misinterpreting this scene. But if the writers decided to use Lydia as an anchor, then at least she should have succeeded in doing that, right? (Unless she's not an anchor here, which I'm gonna come back to in a bit.)

Another scene where Lydia could possibly be viewed as Stiles's anchor was the time when she entered a possessed!Stiles's mind alongside Scott to banish the Nogitsune. Lydia did make an attempt to get through to Stiles but her struggle to get his attention came to no result.

If she was his anchor in this scene, shouldn't she have been able to get Stiles to hear her? Scott reached him, though, and I know it was because of the Power of the Pack (which is nice, I actually liked that) but that only proves that Stiles here had to rely on something else to reclaim control over his mind.

But is Lydia really an anchor? And more importantly: Did Stiles actually choose her to be?

The first time around it was Deaton making that important decision, pairing them up because of the obvious romantic interest (and because there was no one else there to help Stiles, but that is beside the point). The second time, it might have been Stiles's brain conjuring up Lydia after being basically told that she should be his anchor. Alternatively, it might have been that Lydia was just a small part of the Nogitsune-induced nightmare - something created and used by the fox spirit to keep the door open inside Stiles's mind. On the third time, Stiles didn't even have a say in it. Lydia just got sent into Stiles's head by Peter and that was pretty much it. Stiles never actively chose to rely on Lydia as an anchor.

The only time Lydia could be considered a successful anchor to him was during Season 6A when she managed to bring Stiles back from the wild hunt. (I strongly believe that the anchor aspect of their relationship was the key distinction and explanation for why Lydia was the only person who could ultimately bring him back when even Scott - Stiles's best friend - and the sheriff - his literal father - couldn't succeed in doing so.) Consequently, this might mean that Stiles, along the way, changed his anchor as Derek had been long gone from his life by that point.

Still, before the events of Season 6A, Lydia doesn't function as an anchor. Which leads us to...

Part 2

[gravelilyaufgehoben]

I have yet to see an Isekai story try really to explore what it means to transmigrate — I mean in the form of the soul transfer into a different body. Most get close only by raising it as a problem in the sense of: "Do I really have the right to love this person given that I am not originally of this world", or having it revealed to the other characters as a plot point that the transmigrator is from another world.

This is boring. They hold entirely too much onto the idea of a substantial self — as if a soul is something one can pick up and place elsewhere. Someone who woke up from sleep or concussion with a life's worth of someone else's memories would not be immediately convinced that they had transmigrated from another world. Probably, they would first think that they had just seen a bizarrely detailed dream, and potentially been stricken with amnesia (this perception tends to be reflected in the other characters, perceiving the heroine as having changed, suddenly using strange language, etc., but it is always presented as a kind of joke or piece of dramatic irony)

And what about the perspective of the transmigratee? Would she experience it as an invasion by a foreign personality, or would she immediately consume that consciousness: incorporate it as if she had dreamt up those memories herself? Do you really believe a soul is in there? Would she feel herself erased — or split?

As the story continues, would she not find herself practising habits from whence she knows not? — from either perspective. I have seen hints of this, though, only in the form of the "original owner" coming back up from the unconscious, exerting control over the body, but they have never taken it to the end. Could we not reach a point where the two enter doubt: "Did I really transmigrate, or did I just experience some delusions or divine visions? — do I only think I was reborn in this body, or has my transmigrated personality intertwined with those of this body to such an extent that I can no longer tell?" This would solve so easily the superficial problems of "do I or do I not belong?" — The answer is "you always already do not belong." — with the added benefit of opening up many more possibilities for the narrative. (Imagine all the half-felt impressions which our protagonist would have to piece together in order to navigate the web of intrigue she finds herself thrown into — rather than recalling them from a conveniently half-remembered book she read in her previous life — or just facing them then for the first time, i.e., doing away with the uniqueness of the genre in the first instance).

I believe the cause for this conceptual blindness stems from the Isekai genre being still too much a staged fantasy, the author's and audience's desire, "I want to go to another world." It is a genre, then, which has not yet reached maturity. Not yet achieved the autonomy of art, but persists for the most part as a mere means of wish fulfilment and escapism (maybe that is representative). I am certain, however, that there are those out there which have done something interesting with the problem: though they must be rare. As, again, I have only ever been half intrigued and disappointed.

[colorisbyshe]

right but piracy does not inherently spread word of mouth (i only vaguely know what loona is so not even specifically about that, just generally), it only encourages others to check out that thing if you actually talk about the fact that you pirated it. and even then the same principle applies if you talk about the fact that you watched/listened to it legally

Yes. And also no.

Searching is also engagement. You know how we laugh at posts about how “google searches for X spiked after Y Event,” yeah… companies know that shit too. Searching for content is a form of engagement.

And I’m gonna be honest, if you have so little self control you can’t even keep yourself from listening to a song performed by a group you supposedly like, knowing the song was against their wishes… I don’t doubt you’re also watching the performances (giving them views, propelling them in algorithm), still following twitters, etc..

Do I think in a broader sense, there is a way for piracy to lessen the harm? Sure, I can come up with instances where there’s no material impact. I can even name instances where legally purchasing “problematic” goods will have negligible impact.

But in the midst of a boycott, where you are literally agreeing that not only is the content “problematic” (which could perhaps imply that critical engagement is possible, ie “i’m aware of the flaws and am against them but find it having enough valuable to still work with that”) but rather so egregious you’re supporting collective effort to completely knee cap it… why are you jumping through so many hoops to still engage with it?

Why do you want to derive enjoyment from a song that made a dozen women fucking miserable?

Where is your moral backbone?

Like, I get it, we all have different moral lines and imperfections. I won’t claim to be only consuming morally perfect content. There are lines I will and won’t cross and they might not be everyone else’s lines. That’s more or less fine. Or maybe not fine but just how people work as flawed beings.

But what the fuck is the point of claiming you’re pro-boycott if you’re waiting on someone to legally purchase and then upload it for you?

That’s not a boycott.

That is performativity and selfishness masked as “haha fuck corporate, I still get to worship their products but this time for free!!!”

You can’t say fuck BBC and then eat regurgitated worms out their mouth like some bird brained idiot. You just can’t.

[cosmic0de]

@littletissueghostsI tried to answer this normally but I wrote so much Tumblr shat itself 💀 Anyways Overall I agree with your points and I do think that they'd get along-- although I also think there's a strong possibility of one or both hating the other too I've actually brainrotted about Chromatic interactions with Whirlwind (and Synthwave) for awhile, so I have maybe. Too much to say lol-- rambles beneath cut Also ofc I don't know Chromatic as well as you do since you're its creator, so some of my ideas probably don't line up with how it actually acts/what you would write it to do

On one hand they both have those heavy similarities, which they might both find comfort in (as you've discussed)-- but on the other hand, Whirlwind could wind up absolutely hating Chromatic for being similar to him (seeing himself/his history vaguely in Chromatic, specifically with appearance/point 2, point 1, and possibly point 3 or 4 ((I say 4 because I believe Chromatic has only had one strong bond in its life and managed to keep it(?), whereas Whirlwind was betrayed and lost his initial strong bonds))). In that case, in seeing himself in it, since Whirlwind hates himself, he'd likely wind up disliking Chromatic too. He might also be jealous in some way because Chromatic didn't necessarily have things "taken" from it, whereas Whirlwind did (specifically with sensory input); he may not see Chromatic as "broken" as he sees himself, even with their similar histories. I could also see Chromatic potentially seeing Whirlwind as a major threat because of his erratic behavior-- fine one minute and threats the next --plus his general dislike towards rules and such, which can be a liability given the situation in Nox City. On top of it, there's Whirlwind's general recklessness and lack of care for damage caused, which again could be a major liability to the safety of others/the city should he get into a fight. Whirlwind might also be a threat to others like Blossom, given his clickishness(? words); as seen with Firn and Flame, certain words said or expressions made will make him turn from casual to threatening in an instant. I doubt Chromatic would want Whirlwind to meet Blossom for that reason, as things could turn South very quickly with something as simple as a grin.

But, despite this, like you said, I could see them actually getting along pretty well in the end. They both share qualities of seemingly trying to discover themselves/their identity (Whirlwind doesn't really understand who he is anymore, whereas Chromatic is trying to gain understanding of its emotions iirc?), along with a strong combat drive (although Whirlwind I think goes to a. far greater gorey extent in combat compared to Chromatic 💀). That in combination with their similar histories/what you discussed could very well lead to Whirlwind gaining a better understanding of himself/acceptance, and possibly Chromatic gaining a better understanding of its emotions (Whirlwind is bound to cause some form of fear in his reckless aggression in someone, plus I can see Chromatic just making a note of "well. At least I know I'm not a maniac." Since Whirlwind experiences frequent negative emotions, Chromatic may be able to learn about that too perhaps.. also tying into fear, Whirlwind shares that drive to protect his family as Chromatic does, and seeing the extent to which Whirlwind goes to do that (brutally mauling others for instance) could possibly unnerve Chromatic?? Not entirely sure abt all of that). Whirlwind might also learn that he doesn't have to prove himself to Chromatic, or Chromatic to anyone else, which may again help him re-discover himself further and accept himself overall.

As for my mention of Synthwave/Chromatic- these two I initially started brainrotting about because of design similarities (urple cool colored visor wearing glowwy designs <33 /p), but the more I thought, the more I realized they might just appreciate one another's company. Synthwave, like Chromatic, is very calculative and generally comes off as cold to those outside of his family unit. He too can compute mass amounts of data because of his parasitic enhancement, and can integrate into digital spaces/technology (which I assume Chromatic may also be able to do to some degree due to its robotic composition). Unlike Chromatic, he doesn't put on a façade for others, though, and doesn't necessarily struggle with emotions; he's just extremely reserved (although he. struggles with guilt. A lot of guilt and thinking he's not enough/can do better. teehee) While they might not exactly become friends, between their similarities in personality and skillsets, I could see them working as a good team: Synthwave is great at gathering enemy intel, and he can probably transmit that data to Chromatic. He's also really good at monitoring surveillance, so that also would probably be helpful given the situation in the city. Chromatic could be blunt with him without concern of social-relationship-complexity-stuff/hurting his feelings, and Synthwave would appreciate its straight forwardness. Maybe they'd have teatime together or something lmao

[fite-club]

Here's my celebrity endorsement of your clownery: you keep saying you said someone who is not transfem was not transfem, and therefore did not accuse a transfem of not being transfem. Has it occurred to you that you perhaps have different definitions of what constitutes being a transfem? I don't know who this is about but possibly it was the bi-gender person who emphasized only the fem/lesbian part of their identity in posts asking for charity, which is perhaps tactically misleading but not an unforgivable sin when you're in a bad situation and people prioritize like that, and critically does not mean one isn't transfeminine just for being something else as well.

But maybe the person you're talking about was someone who was like "oh yeah sorry I've been pretending to be transfem", I don't know. I just keep seeing you saying "but they really WERE pretending to be transfem when they weren't" with no elaboration. You need to supply details or you just sound like you're tautologically justifying doing what you're accused of.

first off, that’s where the main conflict with clem-mp3 is coming from— they aren’t a trans woman, they are some unexplained nonbinary possibly-intersex person who identifies as “transfemmasc”. we, of course, have different definitions of “transfem”, and that’s why i kept saying they weren’t. with that donations post that person very clearly was being purposefully misleading about their identity in an attempt to get more money, primarily by calling themselves black when they clearly are not black, but that also applies to calling themselves a transfem lesbian when they clearly are not. i’m not going to try to explain to you why that’s fucked up, but like, i don’t think we need to give that person the benefit of the doubt when they so obviously are twisting their labels in hopes of financial gain.

easily the most frustrating part about this (besides “people who don’t know me making shit up about me”) is that the 3 other people who were transmasc pretending to be transfem that i keep referencing all blocked me months (or even years) ago and there is no way for me to display those interactions let alone find the usernames of those people. if i had the hindsight, i would’ve screenshotted all of if, but i didn’t. i’ve explained how i knew those people were transmasc (labels and pronouns in bio, certain flags and posts about being transmasc reblogged, selfies, etc) despite them typing out “as a transfem,” or whatever. these things happened, i swear. that's why i've referenced them so many times.

actually, i can name ONE name outside of those 3 instances, and it’s to whom i told that quote that keeps getting thrown around where i basically said “i know you’re not transfem because you’re arguing way too hard that ‘transandrophobia’ exists”— rmilkies. their bio is “no longer a bitch but a grumpy old man”, which i interpreted as a kind of reference to being ftm, and they also sent me anonymous asks where they outright state that they aren’t transfem (i cannot prove these anon asks were by rmilkies, but they were sent mere minutes after us interacting about the same topic, so).

at the end of the day there’s a lot of “you just have to take my word for it”, and seems like many people’s words against me are being taken for it while mine aren’t. if you want to say “i don’t have to believe you that you talked to transmascs pretending to be transfems”, then i should be allowed to say “i don’t believe that this person claiming to be a transfem is actually a transfem”. do you get what i’m saying? do you get how hypocritical it is to say “holy shit this guy is insane and transmisogynistic for wanting ‘proof’ that someone is transfem” and then turn around and say “well actually this guy doesn’t have any proof that the transmascs he was talking to were transmasc so we don’t have to believe him when he said that they were pretending to be transfem”?

[snowblossomreads]

Bad Habits

Summary: In where Severus briefly wonders what would happen if they got caught and if they should be doing this. (Spoilers they do)

Pairing: Student! FemReader x Severus Snape

Warnings: dubious morals (we love her), pwp, student/teacher relationship, oral sex, vaginal sex, sir/professor kink, Dom!Snape, Sub!Reader, degradation, orgasm denial, spitting (like once), a spank (or two) ya'll it's 95% filth I have no idea what else to tell you.

Word Count: 8.3K of thirsting

A/N: Raise your hand if you want some Snut (Snape smut lol) because if you did here you are! This is much longer than what it was supposed to be but oh well! The student is of age but if student/teacher relationships aren't your thing this is probably not for you. Other than that enjoy, let me know if you liked it and if you see any mistakes~

Severus was sure that if anyone found out what was going on between him and [Y/n] that not only would she be expelled, he would be sacked and possibly sent to Azkaban. It was one way to rid him of his spy duties, yes, though he preferred things to not go in that direction if he could help it.

Plus she was a lovely student, and he would hate to see her get into trouble with how fond of her he secretly was. Yet even with that in mind, Severus found his entanglement with the girl quite similar to a vice. Probably bad for you, maybe (definitely) morally dubious, but still a very hard habit to kick. Though who said bad habits were easy to get rid of?

Take for instance the way she was on her knees in front of him at that moment. Doe eyed and a look of innocence on her soft features as she gazed up at him. They both knew she was anything but innocent though.

Not with those dilated pupils that held a hazy gaze of lust in them. Not with how her blouse had one too many buttons undone which tempted him with the sight of the swell of her breasts and the dark-colored lace bra that would no doubt be strewn on the floor along with her other clothing by the end of this.

And especially not with how she rubbed her thighs together just to feel a bit of friction to relieve the throb of her aching cunt. No, someone innocent wouldn’t even have had the thought let alone be caught in her position, between her professor's legs.

“Please professor,” her voice broke his train of thought as she leaned forward a bit to nuzzle his clothed inner thigh causing it to rub against the skin underneath and pulling a groan from his lips. In turn, she smiled up at him when she heard the noise, no doubt pleased to hear that he enjoyed the way she touched him.

The smile though was not mischievous, but one that was filled with pure hope, longing, and a touch of desire. Merlin did that make his trousers feel tighter than just moments ago when she had entered his office and all but dropped to her knees to offer herself to him.

“Let me make you feel good sir. Please? ”

She was going to be the death of him.

“And do tell Ms.[L/n], how exactly do you plan to do that?” The question came out through gritted teeth as he reached to stroke her face with the palm of his hand.

A needy whine escaped her throat as she nuzzled the side of her face into his palm as she loved his touch so much. Whether it was sensual strokes along her lower back or a tight grip on her hips to keep her from pulling away as he buried himself within her, she was always happy to have his hands on her in whatever way he wanted.

“Gonna suck your cock sir,” she murmured as one hand that had been on her lap began to snake up his legs before it found its home on the bulge that had grown in his trousers. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Mmm, that does sound good.”

Her smile widened as she took this as permission for her to have her way, her fingers already going to undo the buttons on his trousers before being abruptly stopped when his hand caught her wrist. A confused noise left her pouted lips as protest played at them though when she found Severus’ dark gaze intensely on her daring her to speak, that protest died.

“Did I tell you you could do that?”

[Y/n] shook her head ‘no’, at the question yet she was met with a disgruntled sound from him that had her whimpering in confusion.

“Use your words little girl.”

“No sir,” she squeaked out as her eyes fell to her lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Much better, and so eager to please your professor aren’t you,” he drawled out, hand going to the back of her head to cradle it for a moment and legs spreading apart so she could settle more comfortably between them. “Go on then use that sweet mouth of yours.”

The smile that had left her lips momentarily returned as he let go of her wrist and allowed her to continue fiddling with the buttons that hid the thing she was craving the most at the moment. As she undid the final button a delighted moan left her lips as she was met with the mouthwatering sight of her professor’s cock that sprung from its confines. Thick, lengthy, and with a curve that always hit a spot in her that made her see stars and always had her coming.

It already looked painfully hard, the head dark and leaking with precum that glistened as it ran down his length. And the way it twitched towards her as the cool air of the dungeons hit it made it even more enticing as if it was telling her that it needed something warm to consume it.

She loved it and what better way to show that than by worshiping it the way it deserved? Her fingers wrapped around the warm flesh of his length, and Severus let out a groan as she ran her thumb along the slit of the head smearing the precum all over it before leaning down and peppering wet kisses all along the shaft.

A soft moan left her lips as she alternated between kissing and sucking on the velvety skin paying particular attention to a prominent vein that led to the tip of his cock. Whenever she would suckle the spot, she couldn’t help but let out a pleased noise at the sound of the soft groans that he would let out and the way he would put pressure on the back of her head. It was absolutely exhilarating to her as her cunt fluttered at the noises he made and knowing it was her who was making him feel this good.

This continued for a few moments, her tongue lapping up and collecting the salty beads of liquid that would run down his length. Hand pumping and smearing any wetness that she didn’t catch, drenching him with the mixture of saliva and cum.

But this wasn’t enough for her, and neither was it for Severus by the way he gripped her hair to pull her up a bit so that her lips were pressed against the head of his cock. As enjoyable as her previous actions were, he wanted more. He wanted to be down her throat as it squeezed and spasmed around him while she fought to keep her lips wrapped around him. To feel the impending pressure of his release until he spilled into her mouth and she swallowed every bit of his seed that he gave her.

And from the dark gaze, she was giving him paired with swollen lips, and tongue peeking out to tease the slit of his cock she wanted it to. With the slight pressure on the back of her head pushing her head down, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock eyes still on him before taking as much of him as she could, engulfing it with a warm wetness that was her mouth.

“Fuck!”

His shout rebounded off the walls and reverberated in the room as the hand on the back of her head forced her further down his cock. This in turn forced her hands to fly up and grab onto his thighs for purchase at the deeper penetration. A choked noise left her spasming throat as tears blurred her vision from the sudden intrusion yet the thought of pulling away didn’t cross her mind at all.

Instead, she allowed herself to relax, to breathe out of her nose as she sank further down his length until her face was buried in his crotch. He held her head still for a moment taking in the exquisite sight of her on her knees with his cock buried down her throat as she swallowed around him.

“You like this don’t you, filthy girl?” He was barely able to grit out his words as he thrust his hips twice, forcing his cock down her already stuffed throat. “Like choking on your professor's cock don’t you [Y/n]?”

“Mhm!”

A muffled response as she tried to look up with watery eyes that flicked to him momentarily before she hallowed out her cheeks and began to bob up and down on his cock. Sinfully wet noises left her lips as she sucked on him while relishing in the grunts he made and the salty taste that was uniquely him. Her fingers languidly pumped the hot velvety skin while her lips were wrapped around his length savoring him while saliva mixed with cum would trickle from the side of her lips.

She would stop every so often to collect the slick with her fingers before flicking her tongue against the wet digits while eyeing Severus who groaned at her actions. He didn’t give her long though as a slight pressure from the hand on the back of her head would signal for her to continue. The gesture was not lost on her as she gave one last lick to her finger before diving down and greedily taking him back in her mouth.

It was an unmistakable divine sensation for Severus as he watched [Y/n] devour his length with fervor swallowing around it and slurping up his seed. To feel his cock being worshiped between swollen lips and the warm wet throat of such a sweet, desperate girl. Mmm no that wasn’t it. A sweet girl wouldn’t be on her knees getting her throat fucked by her professor. No, she was his desperate little,

“Slut.”

The word fell from his lips with a groan as she gave the sensitive tip a harsh suck before grinding the tip of it on the roof of her mouth for even more friction. This caused his already pulsing length to throb even more, warning him that he wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept up what she was doing. But he had no intention of letting her stop, she was after all his pretty little cock slut.

His impending release must have been sensed by her as her languid pumps became more firm, urgent, and steady. Her sucking had become harsher, messier, and desperate. And when he started to buck his hips up basically fucking into her mouth he felt his cock begin to pulse uncontrollably and grow harder.

The pressure that had been steadily bubbling in his lower body became an unstable churning as his balls began to tighten just like how her lips tightened around him. More of that salty liquid escaped from him into [Y/n]’s mouth and she happily swallowed it up while coaxing more out of him with each suck.

And he was unsure whether it was the way she took him into her throat and it constricted tightly around him with that final thrust or the wet sound of her choking and moaning around him. Maybe it was the sight of her, on her knees, disheveled yet expression full of bliss like nothing else existed in her thoughts other than his pleasure.

Either way, the feral sound that left him sounded almost inhuman as he bucked once more, one hand holding the arm of his chair and the other one forcing [Y/n]’s head down on him before he felt himself exploding inside of her throat.

“Mmmpph!”

Her cry was muffled as she buried her face into his lap feeling the warm spurts of cum coating her throat and trying to swallow everything he gave her. There was so much of it spilling into her mouth and with it coming at just a steady stream, she could barely swallow it all before she found herself having to pull away from his length with a gasp. Her sudden movement caused some of his cum to splatter on her cheeks and lips while leaving him groaning as his cock was met with the cool air of the room again.

Chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, [Y/n] adjusted herself so that she was no longer on her knees but sitting down as to give her legs a break. A momentary silence hung between them as they both tried to come down from the high of Severus’ release.

For him, it was no doubt the act of coming down her throat just like he imagined and for her, it was the thrill of the prospect that she had pleasured him well enough to do so. That was what she came here for after all.

“I think I got a bit too ambitious,” her tone apologetic finally speaking while giving him a shy look as if he wasn’t down her throat just a moment ago. It was absolutely maddening to him how she could be so filthy yet still carry an air of innocent demureness around her.

“Mhmm as you always are Ms.[Y/n],” Severus rumbled, a tinge of amusement present, as he reached out fingers grazing her warm cheeks lightly.

A soft sigh left her lips at his touch appreciating the gentle manner in which he was running his fingers across her features in contrast to the roughness just moments ago. As he pulled away from her, her eyes followed, noting how his digits glistened with wetness, no doubt a contribution from the both of them. He made that observation as well but only for a brief moment as he then lowered his slick covered fingers to trace over her swollen lips.

“Open.”

With no hesitation, she did as she was told, lips parting open, and eyes meeting his own glittering ones. The digits that were at her entrance had now found their way to her tongue pressing down on the slippery appendage before stroking it. Instinctively she began to swirl her tongue around his elegant fingers before closing her mouth and sucking on them just like she had been doing with his cock.

“Mmm what a good girl, already knowing what to do.”

A hum of apperception left his throat as her eyes fluttered closed, tongue flicking at the digits in her mouth.

“And good girls get rewarded [Y/n],” he growled before pulling his fingers from her without warning causing a whine to leave her throat. Yet she didn’t move and just looked up at him waiting for his instructions.

“Up, I want all of this,” he motioned to her disheveled clothing, “off.”

Not needing to be told twice, she scrambled up to her feet, almost falling over herself as she tried to stand upright to remove her clothing. This wasn’t missed by Severus and he couldn’t help the scoff that left his lips at how eager she was.

“Impatient little thing.” He muttered as he eyed her while she undressed for him.

That little demure smile played at her lips again from his teasing words yet they didn’t deter her as she toed off her shoes and then went to remove the white button-up blouse that was already halfway down her shoulders.

Chilled air hit her sweat sheened skin causing her to shiver slightly and goosebumps prickled at her skin as she tossed the shirt on the stone floor. Next to go was the lace bra that had been peeking out of her blouse since the beginning.

Making quick work of unclasping it and letting it drop to the floor as soon as her arms were free from the strap. [Y/n] couldn’t help the soft gasp that left her as her nipples pebbled in a painful yet pleasurable manner from the air. Her first reaction was to touch and roll the buds in her fingertips to grant some kind of relief to them.

But then her eyes fell to the older man who had raised an eyebrow, his eyes warning her that she didn’t have permission yet to give herself any relief. No, that was for him to decide and to bestow upon her.

She mewled pitifully as if she had been caught red-handed doing something he disapproved of and scolded by him. Dropping her hands immediately from her chest and hooking her fingers along the waistband of her skirt she was about to drag them off of her until,

“Wait.”

Like a deer in headlights, she froze in place, fingers still grasping her skirt as she obeyed him immediately though a puzzled look was evident in her eyes.

“Come here.”

Closing the small distance that was separating them she stood in between his spread thighs, fingers still holding the waistband of her skirt and roaming eyes that couldn’t help but wander to his wet length that was still exposed, semi-hard and now twitching against his lower abdomen. The sight made her bite her lower lip, cheeks warm with arousal and desire for him.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the touch of cool fingers wrapped around her sides and even cooler lips met the exposed skin of her lower stomach.

“Ah!” A faint gasp was replaced with a moan as one hand left the waistband of her skirt only to find its place atop Severus’ head.

Little noises left [Y/n] as Severus began trailing his lips across the expanse of her stomach, lavishing the warm skin with kisses and sucking on an area below her navel.

The way he ever so lightly trailed his fingers up and down her sides only barely touching the skin beneath it had her shivering despite the warmth of her skin from the arousal that had been building up from the very beginning.

A heat pooled into her stomach from the actions and wetness did the same in her panties as she looked down at him with lidded eyes. At this point, she didn’t know whether she wanted him to continue the soft touches that were slowly drowning her in the heat or for him to just take her in the rough manner she knew was going to happen.

If the throbbing in her cunt and the knot in her stomach had anything to say about it though, it would seem as if it wanted the latter. However, she didn’t have to think too long about it as he had already made his mind up about what he wanted.

In a blur, the other hand that had been on her waistband had been swatted away and replaced with Severus’ own fingers, and with one harsh pull, both the skirt and her underwear were now pooled on the floor beneath her.

Whether it be from the cool air, or some voice within her that suddenly wanted to chastise her for what she was doing, [Y/n] instantly found herself trying to wrap her arms around herself. This action was met with a harsh ‘tsk’ before her arms were yanked away from her and placed firmly to her sides.

“Playing modest, are we Ms.[L/n]?” His voice was rough in contrast to the gentle touches he had just been bestowing upon her just moments ago and she couldn’t help but shift shyly in place. “And here I thought you were going to be a good girl. Weren’t you the one on your knees earlier offering yourself to me?”

“No! I’m sorry I just-”

“Silence.”

Even though the words had come out in a hushed manner, there was a bite to his tone that had her whimpering and shutting her mouth while meeting his heated gaze.

“I don’t want to hear how sorry you are. All I want is for you to lay back on that desk and do as I say. Understand?”

Feeling very much like the scolded schoolgirl she was, a faint but prompt ‘yes sir’ fell from her lips. She was quick to step over the discarded articles of clothing on the floor before walking a few steps to the mahogany desk that had been behind her. It had been cleared of all the usual items that resided on it which made it easier for her to hop on and gingerly lay down on the smooth wood.

From her vantage point, everything was upside down, her legs dangling off the desk while the rest of her was laid back on the cool wood which was a contrast to her own temperature. Furthermore, there was something about being fully exposed for him that made her skin tingle and whether it was because she had some modicum of modesty or not left in her she wasn’t sure.

Waiting for anything, or any movement of some sort from him, she became puzzled when there was just nothing as she lay splayed out on his desk. It was when she was about to try and sit up did she feel his presence suddenly over her, a hand gripping her hip and another that slid up her chest up until she felt fingers wrap gingerly right underneath her neck.

A touch that had sent her mind careening, her head lolling back in place, and her legs spreading to make room for him as she felt his body now hover over hers in a way that made her feel small yet secure.

“Mmm, that’s right,” he cooed out as dark eyes feasted on the sight of her all splayed out for him admiring the way her chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. Taking in the way her pebbled nipples stood begging for something, for someone to touch them, and pinch at the sensitive skin to relieve the ache that was running through them from both arousal and the cold air.

“So receptive to me as always.”

Fingers that had been gingerly wrapped around her neck withdrew and began to map a slow lazy path down from her throat until they found their home across her chest. They began tracing shapes right below her clavicle, tickling the exposed skin and causing a sigh to leave her parted lips.

Satisfied with her relaxed state, his fingers began their travel again, ghosting over the valley between her breasts making swirls against the skin before tracing them over her nipples.

A steady inhale had become a sharp exhale that morphed into an elongated moan as Severus squeezed one of her stiffen buds, sending a wave of pleasure down her spine as he began to roll the sensitive skin in between skilled fingers.

He took his time doing this. Moving his hand from one nipple to the other pulling, pinching, rolling, making sure each of them had their turn before he moved to massage her breast with gentle squeezes to each of them.

[Y/n] whose eyes had fluttered shut the moment he had begun caressing her chest found herself letting out breathy sighs from the touches intoxicated at this treatment.

While she had been there solely to give him some relief, Severus was never one to neglect her needs, always fulfilling them and doing so damn well at it.

It was maybe because she was so enthralled in pleasuring him that she had almost forgotten her own needs, not even noticing that his hand had disappeared from her breast for a moment too long.

Even when his fingers began to trace a slow line down her belly and she felt his warm breath against her inner thigh did she still not realize what he was up to until,

“Ohh fuck!”

The loud shout was accompanied by her back arching violently off the desk as if her body was a conduit for electricity and it had just been struck by lightning.

He had lulled her into a calm with his gentle caresses only to rip it away the moment he unexpectedly wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and harshly sucked the sensitive bud.

Shaking hands clawed at the table below looking for anything to keep her moored down while simultaneously trying to get away and closer to him. Compromise was made when one of her hands went to rest on top of his head while the other began to massage her breast alternating between the two just like he had been doing.

An animalistic growl left his throat when he felt her fingers run through his hair, yet he didn't make any motion to remove her hand. Instead, he continued to lap at the swollen bead smirking at the way it throbbed whenever his tongue flicked against it and how [Y/n] would keen loudly at the action.

Trailing his fingers up and down her damp slit, pausing every so often to press a finger just slightly into her cunt that would flutter at the intrusion. It was just brief enough so that he could collect the wetness that had been pooling inside of her before smearing it against her clit, soaking it even more with her essences.

A tiny whine escaped her lips along with her hips that bucked at this action, wanting him to explore her deeper with his fingers and stretch her out.

But he was having none of that and a scrape of her clit with his teeth had pain flooding through her veins causing her to freeze. Though even with the pang of discomfort, there was still a glimmer of pleasure that had her breath hitch at the thought of testing those waters again.

Swirling his tongue languidly around her clit a few more times, Severus pulled away for only a second before his tongue was replaced with damp fingers. Well, practiced digits rubbed small tight circles that sent sparks through the young woman, and a stream of moans left her as she rolled her hips in tandem with his touches.

Her mind was absolutely empty as she felt him roll the bud in between his fingers, giving it a delicate squeeze that had her body shuttering before moving on with his undoing of her.

Licking a few stripes along her cunt, his index fingers found home right on the edge of her inner folds before parting them open for him and admiring how the wetness clung against her lower lips. The mixture of cold air from the room along with his warm breath upon her flesh caused her cunt to throb even with nothing inside her. And from the sound of the chuckle that emitted from the man below her he had seen it.

“Look at how wet you are Ms.[L/n]. Who would have thought such a good girl like you would be such a cock hungry slut ?” He rumbled out teasing her folds with a few harsh sucks that drew a soft noise of agreement from her.

“And it’s all for me isn’t it?”

Her vision was unfocused as she strained her neck to look down at him from her position before mustering a nod and a breathy,

“All for you sir, only for you.”

Left her lips in a reflexive response before her head fell back on the table too strung out to do anything more than let him take control. A pleased noise left his throat at how pliant she was, and without a second thought, Severus pressed his mouth against her opening giving it a harsh suck before diving his tongue into her wetness.

The gasp that was ripped from her lips changed into a moan as he began to lap up the wetness that had been pooling inside her the moment she had gotten on her knees for him.

Like a man who was parched and had found an oasis, he began exploring her cunt furiously licking up the slick juices that were flowing from her. He let a groan leave his lips as the taste of her coated his tongue pulling back from her for only a second to admire the glisten of her heat before delving back in to explore her.

Over and over again he did this, swirling his tongue inside her before pressing his face into her cunt so that he could drink anything he gave her. The moans and rumbles he let out while he was sucking at her soaked petals had her letting out cries of her own as she allowed herself to be engulfed by the pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

So caught up in how good he was at eating her out, she hadn’t realized that she had started to grind against the mouth that was worshiping her. All she cared about was the burning in the pit of her stomach that was growing with each harsh suck of her cunt that turned into him swirling his tongue inside of her aching heat. She wanted more.

And more is what she got as Severus pushed two slick soaked fingers from earlier into her wet heat allowing them to slide in beside his tongue that was nestled inside of her already.

“Severus!”

His name tumbled out of her lips for the first time that night instead of his proper title at the sudden and pleasurable intrusion of his fingers inside of her. Her slip-up wasn’t missed by him because as her body stilled the moment his fingers slid into her, Severus gave her a light warning slap against her thigh with his other hand.

He could stop all of this, and deny her any more pleasure leaving her dripping and wanting, but there was something delicious about making her forget his proper title. Besides, he could punish her later.

With that, he began to curl his fingers inside of [Y/n]’s cunt as his tongue helped work her open and it was like she had come back to life. Her whimpers started again and became moans as her grinding became quicker and more frenzied. The hand that had gone to rest against Severus’ head earlier began to tighten its grip in his hair as she bucked into him.

Deft fingers along with his tongue began to delve in and out of her at a furious pace. A pace that filled the room up with sounds of her wet cunt being plundered by him and moans of ‘yes’ leaving her lips. Where his tongue couldn't reach his fingers could and the dual stimulation of something soft and pliable inside of her along with the more rigid feel of his fingers had her sobbing in pleasure.

In and out they went, when his fingers retreated his tongue would plunge into her, and when they left his fingers would bury themselves inside of her scissoring open the velvety warmth that was her cunt.

They stroked her, curled inside of her stretched, and searched over and over until they brushed against that familiar rough spot that had her insides clench around his fingers. He felt and saw the trembles that rocked her body as he raked his fingers over it again and then a shout of,

“Right there!”

Left her lips as he continued stroking that spot causing her hand that was in his hair to painfully yank at him. A snarl escaped his lips at her actions, fingers slipping out of her before landing a hard smack against her opening making her scream out again from the vibrations that spread throughout her lower body.

Grabbing the hand that was tangled in his hair, Severus pried it away and nearly slammed it down against the desk before diving back into her opening to lap at the flowing juices trickling out of her. As his tongue plunged in and out of her soaked hole the bridge of his nose would bump into her clit in tandem causing her pleasure-addled mind to blank out at the stimulation.

No thoughts were in her head other than him and how he was bringing her to heights only he could. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably, and she felt the burning coil in her stomach tighten in the telltale sign that she wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I-I’m going to, going to-”

The words came out stuttered and incomplete as her mind was spiraling and her hips were bucking wildly into his face. Tighter and tighter did her gut clench like a knot in a rope that was being pulled from both ends and on its way to unraveling.

She was nearly there, almost to the top her mind shouted as she was about to reach that pinnacle of pleasure that she had been chasing this whole time. Just one more harsh suck, one more calculated lick she was almost there, almost-

“No!”

A piercing wail was ripped from her throat and she thrashed against the desk as the man below her suddenly pulled away from her denying her that high she had been chasing. Fingers wrapped around her ankles and yanked her body off the table, and she all but tumbled into Severus’ chest with a desperate cry.

Her arms flung around his shoulders instinctively to keep her from hitting the stone floor barely noticing that in between everything he had stripped down to nothing but the white button-up he wore underneath his frock coat.

Another cry of protest was about to leave her lips as she looked up at him, but it was promptly muffled by his lips slamming against hers. She could vaguely taste herself on his damp lips as she felt an arm land around her waist and drag her closer into the deep messy kiss.

Moans fell like a waterfall as she felt his tongue swipe against her bottom lip, a silent demand for entrance. And like all the times before, she willingly parted them with no protest allowing his tongue to slip in alongside her own to caress the slippery organ.

Slick muscles tangled against each other in a passionate dance that had been rehearsed by them too many times. Her own swirling around his as if she was teasing him to chase her, and him playing the game just long enough to let her feel like she had a say in what happened. Because the roles would always reverse the moment he had trapped hers down to suck on it and hold it a prisoner to his lips.

Tiny whimpers left her throat as she allowed him to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue explore her mouth while stroking hers every so often. Her face burned from the state of arousal she was in and she hadn’t realized that her eyes had fallen closed throughout his assault.

Everything just felt so good, the throbbing in her cunt, the heat in her stomach, the way he took control of the kiss, and the way he would wind her body up only to keep her at the apex until he decided to let her fall. It was all so good, even if it made her want to cry at how unfair he could be.

With one last swipe of his tongue against hers, he moved down to her jaw placing a kiss along it before pulling away from her face. This reprieve allowed both of them to breathe but only momentarily as his hand suddenly came up to grasp both her cheeks in one hand squishing them ever so slightly with his grip. Tilting her face up so that he could look at her features that glistened with the sweat from their previous activities his eyes fell to lips that were swollen, pouty and slick.

“Open.”

The command came out in a dark growl that held no room for bargaining on her end even though it never crossed her mind to protest against his demands. Lips parted open instantly for him, and paired with her watery unfocused eyes that held unshed tears and desire she looked like pure and utter sin to him.

A shaky breath left [Y/n], her senses too clouded by arousal to think straight about what he was doing because as long as Severus was doing it to her, she didn’t care. So when he loosened his grip from her face and she felt the warm liquid that dripped from his lips coating her awaiting tongue, she couldn't contain the moan that involuntarily escaped her nor the shiver in her body as she swallowed. She then lolled her tongue out again for him to inspect the appendage and a soft noise left his throat as he praised her with a,

“That’s my clever girl.”

Before placing a brief searing kiss on her lips once more. He then gripped her shoulders in a bruising manner, turning her around to face the desk before shoving her upper body down onto it and positioning himself behind her. Adjusting a little so that she was propped up by her elbows, a sharp gasp left her when she felt the blunt head of his cock swipe at her heat, giving her a taste of what was to come.

He repeated this teasing action several times much to her dismay and to her pleasure. Gliding his length up and down her slit to coat the tip with the abundance of slick in between her legs. Lightly pressing it against her as if he was about to enter her but only enough so that she could feel and hear the sticky wetness of her folds being spread open for him.

Each time he would do it, her breath would hitch, and her stomach would churn with desire. Her hips would roll and push back towards him in an attempt and hope that he would slip inside of her. But it never happened. He would just pull away from her with a soft tut of disapproval before pressing the tip of his length inside of her heat, rocking into her just a bit before leaving her empty and wanting.

Over and over again he did this until she was trembling all over, legs shaking and forearms straining as she tried to keep herself upright. It was too much. She wanted, no, needed him to be inside her. To allow that heat inside of her to finally rush out, for the knot in her stomach to finally unravel. And she knew she could only do so with him inside of her filled up in a way only he could do.

“Please please please!”

[Y/n] sobbed out as he teased her opening with the head of his cock once again. Only pushing himself barely past her dripping lips before pulling out again listening to the sticky sounds her cunt made at the intrusion. A tiny whimper left her lips as she tried to push her hips back in an attempt to feel him in her again. But her only reward for that was a smack against her ass that stilled her completely as a few tears spilled down her face from the unrelenting burning sensation in her stomach.

“None of that [Y/n], ” he growled out as he positioned his length at her opening again this time holding her hips in place with both hands. “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want. You are my good girl aren’t you?”

Turning her head so she could look over her shoulder, she could barely see him past the tears and the angle as she nodded furiously at the question.

“Y-yes I’m your good girl!”

She stuttered out as she felt the head of his cock slot itself just barely within her soaking entrance once again as he taunted her with what she wanted. Squirming in place and finding nothing she could hold on to, the warm tears that had been unshed began falling in buckets as [Y/n] desperately began to wail for him to relieve the burning in her gut that had been traveling and radiating throughout her entire being.

“Please sir! Please just fuck my cunt need you so bad please wanna come on your cock I'll do anything for you please pleas-AH!”

With a snap of his hips forward, he silenced her babbles and buried his cock into her hole with a loud groan as her cunt sucked and coaxed him deeper into her. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, vision going white and mouth wide open as a muted cry left her the moment his cock plunged itself deep within her heat with no warning. She spasmed around him uncontrollably, and she could feel her arousal trickling down her thighs at the intrusion that she had been pleading for. For him to tickle the itch in the depths of her that only he could.

In that same moment of hazy lust, a string of groans and grunts left Severus as he felt her cunt squeeze him taking her first orgasm on it. He couldn’t help but think about how much like a debauched painting they probably resembled at that moment with his cock wrapped in her tight cunt as her juices spilled down it. Along with her pretty lips parted with eyes barely open if they were open at all. Such a depraved sight.

It was a fleeting thought though as he gave her little time to adjust to him before pulling almost all the way out of her before thrusting forward and filling her right back up.

Another cry left her, this time audible as shaking arms collapsed under her and she found herself practically laying on the table, with her mouth slightly agape as he began fucking her at a brutal pace. He gave her no time to recover from the first orgasm he ripped from her as the sound of wet flesh smacked against each other. Each thrust was met with wanton moans and mindless words of encouragement and filth that freely spilled from her lips.

“Such a filthy little cunt Ms.[L/n],” he growled out as he snapped his hips forward, rotating them a bit to cause a shout to leave her at the simulation. “But I’m the only one who can fuck it this well isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes only you sir! O-only you fuck my p-pussy this good.”

She could hardly get an answer out as her body began to push back against him in an attempt to meet each of his thrusts and to keep him from leaving her for too long. Her eyelids fluttered wildly as she went slack against the desk, her warm cheek pressed against the cool wood as she took Severus’ cock barely coherent as he began pounding into her ruthlessly. Each time he would slam into her a cry of ecstasy would leave her lips at the feeling of fullness and the way he stroked her velvety wall with each thrust.

The fingers grasping her hips began to tighten their grip on her as he dragged her towards him with each thrust. Soft pleas of ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ were the only things her lips could formulate as he buried into the deepest parts of her in a way that made her wish he would never stop.

Everything about this was so good, the speed, the pace, and the way he was interweaving a slight tinge of pain with pleasure as he would rub against her cervix with each thrust. So when she felt the weight and firmness of his body lay atop her causing his cock to stroke her g-spot and press deep in her she couldn’t contain the trembles that wracked her. The hot lighting that went through her spine and flooded her stomach with waves of pleasure that had her stomach clenching.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop please! F-feels good!”

Thrashing against the desk sobbing out as she was on the verge of just losing her mind as her cunt began spasming again in that telltale sign that she was close to coming. The sound of his grunts filled the air as he picked up the pace, feeling her cunt begin to squeeze him tightly, sucking him in as if it didn’t want him to leave.

Fingers that were holding her hips in a tight grip, released her and instead found their way against her belly stroking the soft skin before diving down in between her legs. The moment she felt slick digits begin to rub circles against her clit a shrill cry left her lips as she began grinding down hard against him.

“Fuck sir! G-gonna come please gonna come!”

Hearing this caused Severus’ to quicken the pace of his fingers tapping the bud before rolling it in his fingers. His hips moved at a punishing pace and he delighted in the sobs and babbles that fell from her lips as he pushed himself deeper.

“That’s it [Y/n] come on my cock, be my good girl and come.”

Squeezing her clit in between wet fingers along with one more well-placed thrust had [Y/n] sobbing out as she spasmed uncontrollably around his cock.

“Sir!”

A strangled noise left her throat as searing pleasure branded her and traveled from her abdomen down to her legs as her whole body quivered at the force of the orgasm being ripped out of her. Somewhere in the back of her blissed-out mind, she was thankful that as she was coming on his cock, he was on top of her holding her down, and anchoring her not only physically but emotionally.

Even with her nerves on fire from her ongoing release, there was no reprieve as Severus continued to fuck her through the intense orgasm she was still quivering from. Cock still dragging against her overstimulated cunt that squeezed at him welcoming the pleasure he was bringing even if it was tinged with pain. Yet she couldn't hold back the moans that left her as she felt his length become even more rigid in her. Or the way his hips began to stutter with each plunge into her that left his length soaking with her juices.

His breaths began to become shallow just like his thrusts and they both knew he was almost there. And she wanted it so badly, wanted him to coat her insides with his hot seed. Desperate to have it in her and making a mess of her cunt. Marking her as his like he always did.

“Please sir,” the words came out as a whine as she consciously began to clench around his cock each time he plunged into her massaging his length. “Come inside me, want to be full of you!”

A hiss left his throat from the combination of her words and the way her insides stroked him and it wasn’t long before his hips began to stutter, the feeling from earlier coming back in waves. It only took a few more drags of his pulsating length inside of her before a loud groan escaped his lips, and his eyes flew close at the feeling of his cum beginning to rush into the head of his cock.

With one more thrust, his hips stilled, releasing ribbons of warm cum inside her twitching hole and coating it just the way she wanted. A loud moan left them both as he held her hips close making sure that every drop of him stayed where it belonged, inside of her.

Everything was stilled after that. The only noise in the room was the sound of their heavy breathing as they tried to come down from their highs. Neither of them wanted to move from their spot, both spent from their releases and wanting nothing more than to bask in their highs.

It was Severus who was the first to regain his composure, grunting silently as he pulled his softened length out of her, making her whimper at the loss of his weight on her and how his cum began to seep out. [Y/n] on the other hand laid there for a moment longer, as she felt boneless and worn out yet thoroughly satisfied.

Listening to the shuffling behind her and the sound of a drawer opening, she let out a soft sigh when a gentle warmth enveloped her body cleansing the cum that had been dripping out of her. When the warmth of the spell dissipated, she was met with a soft material being wrapped around her enveloping her in his scent that comforted her and soothed her sensitive body. She felt fingers softly graze her back before a hand went to wrap around her waist to aid her in standing.

“Thank you,” her voice was quiet as she turned to look up at the older man while bringing her fingers to the edge of the teaching robe and tightening it around her front.

A hum left his lips in acknowledgment as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, and then nose before brushing his lips against hers once more and pressing a brief kiss against it. Pulling back he noticed a bemused look on her face as she went to rub her jaw and she didn’t miss the questioning look in his eyes.

“My jaw hurts,” she giggled out, going to wrap her arms around his waist and burying her face into his chest. A rumble of laughter left his throat as his hand rubbed her lower back holding her close to him.

“You were a bit ambitious earlier, silly girl.”

Tilting her head up so that she could look at him, a sheepish smile spread on her lips from his words.

“Well Severus, as long as I made you feel good like I said I would, it’s a bad habit I can live with. Don't you think so?”

“Hmm, If you are inclined to [Y/n] but,” he rumbled out, leaning down so their lips brushed against each other and eyes flicking up to meet hers. “I expect for you to only let me see those habits. Yes?

“Of course, only you.”

She whispered back as she went to press her lips delicately against his. Because what was life without a few bad habits?

A/N: 😀😀Well that was something!!! Sorry if the ending felt rushed, as again this wasn't supposed to be this long but brevity apparently isn't in my vocabulary and I had to stop myself.

I still hope that you guys enjoyed it and it quenched some thirst (and or just made you more thirsty for Snape because it did for me😫😫.) Thanks for reading and let me know if you liked it🥰🥰!!!

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords

Summary: In order to keep Ravka intact, general Kirgan, the Darkling, must marry. Needless to say, he’s not happy about it, but neither is his bride.

Warnings: indicating smut, slight angst

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Standing at the altar, wearing his black kefta, the Darkling grinds his teeth at the closed door at the end of it.

Any moment now, the door will open and his bride will appear as an angel in white. Except, the Darkling preferred to think of her as devil incarnate.

Although her beauty is without faults, her mind is sharp and her tongue can be sweeter than honey, Y/N Y/L/N is everything the Darkling hates.

She's entitled, bratty, arguably manipulative and downright cruel. She's all that and more, at least to him. But the one thing he cannot forgive her for is her lineage. As a daughter of a man he sought to destroy, Y/N became general Zlatan’s bargaining chip.

“You must marry her and she must be included in all decisions concerning Ravka on my behalf, or we will declare independence.”

General Zlatan gave the emperor no room to argue on the matter, forcing the marriage onto them. As the emperor had no male descendants to marry off, the next in line was general Kirigan. And while the Darkling fought the emperor on this instance, he was given no choice – either marry Zlatan’s daughter or someone else will be ascending as a leader of the Second army.

"Is it too late to run?" Ivan turns to Kirigan and Fedyor with a breathless chuckle, earning a dirty look from the official Y/N insisted marries them. She caved on the Palace setting, but no one could bend her will on who it is that seals their marriage contract.

"You promised." Fedyor reminds him and Kirigan closes his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Maybe some promises are best broken. She'll be the death of Ravka." Licking his lips, the Darkling glances at the door as a faint noise is heard on the other side of the door.

‘Of me’, he thinks to himself, ‘She’ll be the death of me.’

“She is Zlatan’s daughter with no special powers”, Ivan scoffs, “What could she possibly do?”

"I'll make her just as unhappy as I am now. She's never going to love me and I most certainly will never love her," the Darkling huffs, straightening his back as his eyes narrow at the door. “Unhappy women are always dangerous.” He pauses, pursing his lips, “Even if they are just human.”

"You said this is a business deal, so think of it as such." Ivan raises an eyebrow, wondering why is love even on Kirigan’s mind. In all his time serving his general, Ivan never heard the word pass his lips before now.

"I will”, the Darkling rolls his tongue, focusing on Ivan and Fedyor again. "Tell me you’d fight with me to preserve Ravka if I walk away."

"Do whatever you want, but you better be fast because your bride is coming", Fedyor nods toward the grand opening of the grandiose door, revealing a vision in white and the veil covering her face.

"Fuck", the Darkling mutters under his breath, his heart jumping at the sight.

He watched her walk, his nerves gnawing away at him and all he could think about is why his heart is beating so fast. Why would he be nervous? She should be the one drowning in nerves instead of walking so confidently. Why is she not afraid of him?

Folding his shaky hands behind his back, the Darkling could have sworn every step she took closer made his heart drop further in his chest. It was only a matter of time before he had nothing left but to accept his destiny and take an ordinary woman such as Y/N as his bride. Oddly enough, he found comfort in her mortality. She would die eventually and he’ll be free of her. If she angers him or her father stirs up trouble, he’d make sure he’ll be free much sooner.

Finally in front of him, Y/N holds her breath as the Darkling reluctantly pulls the veil up, revealing her face.

When she first met him, it was on a field of scattered, mangled bodies. He looked at the sky like a man would look at a withered flower in which he no longer sees the beauty he plucked it for, thus destroying it.

And when he looked at her, Y/N forgot to breathe.

There are no traces of doubt, no evidence this isn't the happiest day of her life. If anything, the Darkling is in awe of her and her ability to maintain composure without showing the slightest inkling of her disdain for him. He’s looking for a weakness, studying her in order to find something, anything he could use to make her submit to him, but she’s not flinching. Her stare is unyielding, fierce, and she is unbowed, like a rose in the eye of a hurricane.

"You should have worn the white kefta. Black is for funerals", she notes, her voice low and cold and the Darkling can't help but scoff.

“Black is my color. Besides”, he leans in, pressing his lips against her cheek before whispering, "It is a funeral."

While the crowd whispered and awed over the little exchange, Y/N's lips twitched into a brief smile. Reaching out for his hand, she tilts her head to her left, hiding her face with the veil as she scowls at him.

The ceremony begins, but neither the Darkling nor Y/N can truly focus on a single word said. Y/N is busy wondering what she could do best to make his life hell. This isn’t exactly what she had in mind for her future either and being exchanged like a broodmare to delay a war is unforgivable. She couldn’t forgive her father for giving her over to a known monster, nor could she forgive her seconds-to-be husband.

He is cruel, manipulative, a beast hidden under a handsome built and he may be appealing to the eye, but she can feel he’s rotten inside.

The Darkling’s eyes are fixed on her, examining every single inch of her rather small sized body. Though her curves are undeniable, her height would leave him with a craned neck and back pain in the future. Inhaling sharply, he tried to understand why his thoughts of all the things he hates about her include ripping that wedding dress straight off her. She looks far too appealing in a dress for him to ignore and it sparks a fire to further fuel the flames of hate he’s tended to.

Either way, quicker than imagined, the Darkling found himself saying "I do", forcing a smile that matched the one she displayed. Unlike his cold smile that didn't reach his eyes, Y/N was capable of making her smile believable, enough for him to envy her acting skills.

"You may kiss the bride."

Licking his lips, Kirigan's eyes flicker to Y/N's lips. He never kissed her before, the human who perfectly portrayed an ice queen. It would be a lie if he said kissing her never crossed his mind, but it didn't feel like he'd willingly do so even if he had a chance. He didn’t desire her at all. He refused to allow himself as much.

Y/N glanced at the crowd, seeing their little whispers about how long Kirigan is taking and how they pity her for marrying someone like him – a dark shadow, an abomination even in their world.

She felt a shuddered breath pass her lips as Kirigan leaned into her, torturously slow and the worst part? He smells good, intoxicating kind of good. And whether she liked it or not, her heart fluttered as his lips grazed hers and his hand cupped her cheek.

The Darkling's heart quivered, his mind overflowing with frustration. He couldn't comply and kiss her wholeheartedly, but he found himself wanting to turn her over, to have his way with her.

She's infuriating, unlawfully cocky and unjustly stunning. No wonder hell is where most mankind would go considering the beauty of its tempting demons that poise as naïve angels.

Snapping out of the daze, she pulls back first, whispering against his lips. "Hope you enjoyed it, because it will be the last time you’ll ever taste my lips in your lifetime."

Blinking slow, the Darkling smirked, genuinely entertained. "We will see about that", and he took her words as a personal challenge. 

He would melt the ice queen and have her on her knees, begging for his love before the year is done. He will demean Zlatan by turning his own daughter against him and he will do so with pleasure.

Part two