#and that was completely okay and acknowledged

[abyssal-ilk]

A thing that people always forget when chastising vivienne for being so apathetic to cole is the fact that she is a circle mage. People whom are forced to learn that you should not trust demons nor spirits or else they’ll put you down AS A RITE OF PASSAGE. Think back to what Mouse says in DAO. “Keep your wits about you, mage; true challenges never end.” She knows that for the rest of her life, demons will tempt her and try to possess her. She has seen mages turn into abominations, knows how they get them- of course she will support templars who have the skills to subdue them. And now to have a spirit scurrying around without supervision what is the last bastion against a Tevinter Sidereal… I too would be worried as hell if i were a circle mage.

EXACTLY!

not only is vivienne a circle mage, but there are also a few other factors that play into it that make cole so untrustworthy to her. vivienne underwent her harrowing when she was young– in fact, she was the youngest mage to have ever gone through a harrowing and survived it. we don't get to learn much about what she went through during her harrowing, but we DO have this banter between her and cole:

harrowings on their own are already traumatic enough, and with the added insistence from the circles that all spirits and demons are dangerous (which we see vivienne repeat above, "all it can do is harm."), it makes complete sense on why vivienne would be so put-off by cole! especially given how kind he is! she thinks that kindness is a ploy, and why wouldn't she if her harrowing was anything like the warden's in DAO?

and then that's not even acknowledging the fact that cole isn't just ANY spirit. he's the ghost of the spire. he's killed mages before and admits to doing so. and even though he was wrong to do so and realizes that what he did was wrong, that does not mean that vivienne automatically has to suddenly be okay with what cole did. of course vivienne takes cole being the ghost of the spire harder than everyone else in the inner circle. she is the only circle mage there. it is entirely plausible that she sees cole as a threat and views herself as being the person most able to recognize that threat because of what she was taught. it's why she struggles so much to empathize with cole on any level.

ive already talked about this briefly on another post, but cole is also fairly antagonistic to vivienne as well. it's easy to look at their dynamic and think that, well, cole is just trying to help vivienne but he... isn't? his version of helping her is prying into her thoughts without permission and continuing to do so even after she has shown clear discomfort with it.

cole drags her worst memories and thoughts out publicly in front of not just vivienne, but the rest of the party and anyone else who may happen to be standing near them. it's DANGEROUS, what he does, because vivienne is a player of the game. her position at court is a precarious one, and to have someone like cole who can just pick into her brain whenever he wants with no repercussions? it's scary! it's scary because vivienne has no defense against it, especially if the player supports cole and downplays the harm he does. and what can vivienne do about it? she's an ally of the inquisitor, and that makes her cole's ally by proxy. telling cole to stop doesn't work, insulting him doesn't work, trying to get the inquisitor to intervine doesn't work– nothing seems to deter cole.

which is why THIS piece of dialogue is so important to me:

despite everything i've said above, vivienne still cannot help but care about cole. no matter how dangerous he is, no matter what she was raised to believe, she still cares about him and worries for him. their dynamic is SO interesting to me and i really wish people dug into it a bit more rather than just dismiss it as vivienne being needlessly cruel to cole. it's so much more than that.

[steddie-island]

Expectations

@steddiesmuttyseptember week 3: rough, aftercare Rating: E | WC: 2,042 | Tags: Dom Eddie Munson, sub Steve Harrington, rough sex Divider credit

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The call had been short, the way they always were when Steve's parents were home. Eddie had barely answered when he heard Steve's "I need to see you tonight." Barely had time to acknowledge it before Steve was hanging up the phone.

Things were always bad when Steve's parents were home. They made demands, had expectations that no one could live up to. Steve had gotten better about trying to meet all of them, but that didn't make the weight of their judgement any easier to bear.

Eddie couldn't fix it, couldn't fix who they were and how they looked at their son. But he could help carry some of that weight.

Like it had happened every other time, Wayne pulled away from the trailer to head to work and Steve was knocking not even a minute later. There were dark bags under his eyes, his shoulders were slumped.

"Hey, Ed," he said with a little smile.

"Hey, sunshine." Eddie pulled Steve close with a hand around his wrist. "Have you had dinner?" He always offered, needed to make sure Steve wasn't going to pass out on him mid-session.

"Yeah." Steve nodded quickly. "I'm good. Had water, too. I'm okay."

That wasn't exactly true. His boy was suffering, and Eddie couldn't let that go on.

"C'mon." Eddie tugged on Steve's hand and led him towards his bedroom.

It was messy, as usual, but there were clean sheets on the bed, clean pillowcases. The only light came from the blacklight above the bed.

Eddie watched Steve shiver when he caught sight of the rope already fixed around the headboard, too. "I know. You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." Steve's voice shook with nervous excitement.

"Good boy." Eddie nudged him towards the bed. He stopped just long enough to get Steve's shirt off before guiding him to sit down. "You know I'll take care of you, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes, sir." Steve was practically panting already, and Eddie hadn't even touched him yet.

This was going to be delicious.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Apples & Blood

note: Surprise fic! Happy spooky season, I have returned from the grave. Dedicating this fic to @sihtricsafin 🖤🔪

warnings: 18+!! Minors DNI. fluff/smut/light angst. Mention of blood, death, murder, alcohol and knife play. It's a slasher fic, okay?

pairing: Ghostface!Sihtric x fem!reader

summary: A Halloween party showed you that Sihtric would kill for you, literally.

word count: 4.6k

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You had known your friends and their friends for years, and you would never deny that you always had a thing for Sihtric. Sihtric was an indirect friend as he was friends with Uhtred, your best friend Gisela's boyfriend. You knew Sihtric was single but you had just never found the courage to really try your chances with him on the occasions you got to see him, mainly because of the mixed signals he always gave you. You usually met Sihtric during parties throughout the year and the occasional festival. He was always flirty and quite handsy with you, but apparently never interested enough to take you home or ask you out on a date. You had kissed him a few times, but you figured he was always too drunk to remember those moments you considered sacred, so all you could do was admire him while you occasionally stalked his social media, just to see his pretty face.

When Gisela invited you to go apple picking with a couple of others, Sihtric included, you didn't even have to think twice to say yes, because that meant you would finally meet your crush in a completely sober state. And naturally your friends were aware that you were hopelessly in love with him, so they made sure to pair you with Sihtric before you all disappeared between the apple trees, to fill your baskets for the Halloween party that Gisela and Uhtred were throwing later that night.

'It's good to see you again, beautiful,' Sihtric smiled as he went in for a hug upon meeting you, 'how long has it been? At least half a year?'

'Something like that,' you blushed as if you didn't know it had been exactly 22 weeks, 'the last time was at Osferth's birthday party,' you reminded him.

'That was a good night,' Finan grinned and nudged Osferth, who smiled shyly.

'Osferth's party, right,' Sihtric nodded, 'I can't remember much of that to be honest.'

'What a surprise,' Gisela mumbled as she shoved an empty basket in his hands.

Gisela knew Sihtric had kissed you that night, but he clearly couldn't remember it while she knew you remembered it all too well. Gisela had been the one to console you when you were in tears the next day, because you didn't understand what the problem was between you and him; always making out and yet never taking it any further, it was killing you.

You gave Gisela a pained smile, acknowledging her bitterness towards Sihtric which you more or less shared with her. Because as much as you liked him, it did sting that he always made it seem that he felt something for you, but then acted as if nothing had occurred when he met you again.

However, you were not going to let that ruin your day. You were more than happy to be in Sihtric's presence, but you were also nervous and you could barely hide it. Sihtric looked so handsome with his short dark hair and his all black clothing, it was hard not to stare at him with flushed cheeks as you made your way through the apple orchard, looking for that perfect tree to pick from. 

Sihtric always had something of a mysterious vibe around him, and his high dose of charm made it easy to be liked and admired by many. You knew he could be clumsy too, you had seen him trip over his own feet and spill his drink at festivals and parties plenty of times, but that never took away any of the pleasant danger you felt around him though. There was something about him that was thrilling and exciting, something dark perhaps, but you weren't one to shy away from that.

'How many apples do we need to pick?' Sihtric suddenly questioned as you both strolled past the trees.

'Enough,' you shrugged, 'Gisela wanted to bake a few apple pies for the party tonight. Oh, and I believe she also needs apples for the apple bobbing.'

Sihtric hummed at your response and reached for his ankle, pulling out a knife from under his jeans which he always wore strapped to his ankle underneath his clothes, and he began to slice some apples off a tree while you held the basket for him.

'I guess if we all have a full basket of apples it should be more than enough.'

Sihtric laughed, 'Oh, I wouldn't count on Uhtred and Gisela having a full basket.'

'What do you mean? Why wouldn't they?'

'Because,' Sihtric chuckled and leaned with his shoulder against the tree while he used his knife to peel an apple, 'they're most likely fucking in the grass somewhere by now,' he said and took a bite of the fruit.

'You're probably right,' you laughed, 'and you know what, good for them.'

'Good for them,' Sihtric agreed with a smile as he looked at you in silence for a moment. 'You know,' he said and smacked his lips, 'I do remember Osferth's party. Well, not all of it, but I remember we kissed,' he said nonchalantly and ate another slice of apple, 'actually, I remember all the times we kissed.'

'What?' you said as your cheeks reddened and you dropped the basket, 'I… I always thought you… you were drunk-'

'Tipsy, sure,' Sihtric said and offered you a slice of apple, which you politely declined, 'but I was not drunk whenever we kissed. Look,' he sighed and stepped closer, 'I like you and I know you like me. And I could tell by Gisela's sneer earlier that everyone knows we like each other.'

'No,' you scoffed lightly, 'everyone knows I like you, but no one knows you like me. Hell, I didn't even know you liked me, you asshole!' you smiled and punched his chest.

'Yeah, love you too,' Sihtric replied with a grin and took your hand, 'but now you know. So, will you be my date to the party tonight then?'

'I don't know,' you hesitated, 'will you pretend tonight that we never had this conversation?'

'I promise I won't,' he said and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you, 'I didn't want to make things awkward if maybe we didn't work out. And I guess I was also just afraid to hurt you, that's why I never acted further on my feelings. And then there's Aethelred who is always interrupting at parties.'

'Aethelred is a sick fuck who just won't leave me alone,' you sighed.

'He stalks you?'

'Not exactly, he just always tries to flirt but he gives me the creeps. But this is not about him, why do you think you would hurt me?'

'There's a lot you don't know about me, darling,' Sihtric whispered as you placed your hands on his chest, 'and the last thing I want is to scare you off.'

'I'm not scared easily,' you scowled.

'Oh yeah?' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, 'then tell me, pretty, what's your favourite scary movie?'

'Okay, Mister Ghostface,' you laughed, 'sorry to disappoint you, but Scream is not my favourite scary movie. In fact, Scream isn't scary at all. My favourite horror is Hereditary.'

'Heredi-,' Sihtric paused, sighed and then looked at you disapprovingly, 'oh sweetheart, you got a lot to learn about scary movies.'

'What?! It's a classic too! It makes you think, it's greatly done.'

'It's greatly boring,' Sihtric snorted, 'but fine, I won't tell you it was an awful movie. However,' he murmured and leaned in closer until your noses almost touched, 'how about you come over to my place sometime, and then I'll show you some good scary movies?'

'I'll think about it,' you teased, 'but it'll entirely depend on how you will behave tonight. Because if you pretend we never had this conversation you can forget about your stupid scary movies too.'

'Ouch,' Sihtric pouted and grabbed his chest, 'I promise I won't do that shit again. I already told you I liked you, there's no coming back from that, is there?'

'Yeah, well, we'll see.'

'You'll see,' Sihtric smiled and took your chin, 'you'll see I'm serious about you, darling,' he whispered and then kissed your lips.

You leaned into him and moved your hands up into his hair, gently pulling his short locks while he kissed you deeply and let his hands roam freely over your body. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you both ran out of breath quicker than either of you liked, and therefore Sihtric was the one who broke the kiss before all self control would be lost.

'Listen, sweetheart,' he murmured against your lips, 'there's nothing I'd rather do than kiss you for hours here, but if we continue this I'm pretty sure we'll end up in the grass too.'

'Is there a problem with that?' you smirked.

'I never said that,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but I'd rather have you somewhere a little more private,' he winked and pecked your lips again, 'now, let's go pick some apples so we can get out of here.'

Sadly enough you and Sihtric didn't see each other anymore after picking apples together. He was tasked to decorate the house with Uhtred while you and Gisela made apple pies, and Osferth and Finan were prepping the booze and making sure there would be music at the party. You were all too busy to take a break, and before you knew it you had to go home to change into your party outfit. You kept it simple and dressed as a vampire, wearing a sexy black dress while fake blood dripped down your chin. You wore black make-up around your eyes and your lips were an alluring dark red colour, and you hoped Sihtric would think you'd look to die for.

You were happy to see that the party was a success and everyone enjoyed the apple pies you helped bake, and there was also a line to bob some apples from a large bowl. You enjoyed a drink and the music while you waited for Sihtric to show up, but when you still hadn't seen him after about an hour you began to feel a little hopeless. And to make that feeling worse, Aethelred suddenly came up to you, dressed like a medieval king with a gaping wound on the back of his head. You rolled your eyes and sighed numerous times while being stuck listening to him talk like he owned the world, and you had to slap his hands off you several times before he offered to get you a drink from the shed, which was located in the far back of Gisela and Uhtred's backyard.

You were glad to be rid of that poor excuse of a man for a few minutes, but when he still hadn't returned with a drink after fifteen minutes you decided to go and get a drink yourself.

'Typical,' you muttered as you made your way through the dark backyard, 'I have to hear him yap for an hour and then he doesn't even bring me the drink he promised.'

The music sounded muffled as you tried your best to follow the path. The backyard was dark and big, the long pathway to the shed was barely visible and there was no one else around. Despite all the cold drinks being in the shed, most people stocked up on their booze in one go so they didn't have to keep walking back and forth, and you wished you had been that smart too as you began to feel cold the further you walked. When you finally reached the shed you searched for the lightswitch, your hands going through multiple cobwebs before you found the switch, which made you shiver, and when you eventually flipped the switch you found out that the light was broken.

'Of course,' you groaned.

You grabbed your phone out of your small shoulder bag, using its flashlight to find the refrigerator so you could grab yourself a drink and get back as fast as possible, because that shed always freaked you out. It was so dark and deserted, you always thought it was a perfect place to murder someone for some reason. And beside that, you also knew the shed was a breeding place for spiders, so you refused to shine your light any further than you had to, not wanting to know what kind of demonic eight legged creatures were living in the far back of that damned shed. A sigh of relief left you when you finally grabbed yourself a cold bottle of booze, but then just as you slammed the door shut a voice behind you sounded and startled you.

'Surprise, darling.'

'What the fuck!' you shouted and dropped the bottle on the floor as you turned to point your flashlight towards someone dressed as the Ghostface killer from the Scream movies.

'What's the matter, baby?' Sihtric chuckled and took off his blood splattered mask, 'you look like you've seen a ghost.'

'Oh my god, you asshole!' you shouted and punched his chest with shaking hands.

'Did I scare you?' he smiled.

'I hate you!' you said with a trembling voice and a nervous chuckle.

Sihtric's smile disappeared when he realised he had truly scared you, and he immediately pulled you in his arms.

'Hey, come here,' he said softly, 'I'm sorry, doll, it was just a joke. I didn't think you'd actually get scared.'

'I know,' you said as you calmed down, 'I'm sorry too. I just… the light doesn't work and this shed freaks me out in general.'

'Yeah I'm not sure what's up with the light either,' Sihtric said, his face half lit as you pointed the flash on your phone downwards to not blind either of you, 'I just arrived and went to get a drink myself when I had the same problem. I then went back to the house to find Uhtred, but before I could reach the backdoor I saw you come out. You didn't see me at all because it's so dark there, so I decided to joke around.'

'Very funny,' you said and rolled your eyes, 'looks like all men are being funny today.'

'What do you mean?'

'Aethelred was bothering me again and after a while said he was going to grab me a drink, but he never returned. That's why I had to go here myself. Have you seen him?'

'Aethelred?' Sihtric asked, 'hm, no, I don't think I've seen him. I really only just arrived a few minutes ago.'

'He probably went to touch up some other girl then,' you said and shook your head, 'what an idiot.'

'Well, wherever he is,' Sihtric said and cupped your cheeks, 'I could care less, because at least I got you all to myself now,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'I'll grab you a new drink, darling, then we can head back to the house.'

Back at the party you enjoyed your drink as you danced with Sihtric, who looked ever hotter than usual whenever he took off his mask to kiss you.

'Isn't the character you are dressed up as supposed to wear… Well, not cargo pants with a tight fitting shirt?' you laughed while he pecked your lips multiple times.

'Yeah,' Sihtric confessed, 'I was wearing the whole outfit over my clothes, but I tripped and fell earlier in the shed because it was so dark, and I fell into some kind of liquid so I threw the whole thing out right away. Besides,' he shrugged, 'it's all about the mask anyway.'

'You are so clumsy,' you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, 'it makes you even more attractive.'

'Glad you think so,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in to kiss you again.

He was relieved you fell for his lie. Because the truth was that he had seen Aethelred heading into the backyard after he had tried to touch you up, and he had followed him and killed him in the shed. And Sihtric was the one who had broken the light on accident during his wild stabbing, by getting his knife caught on the exposed electricity cable mid-murder and causing a power outage. And after that he slipped and fell in Aethelred's blood as he couldn't see a thing in the pitch black shed anymore after his murder, and it was then that he took off the outfit that belonged with the mask, leaving him in just his regular black outfit. And when he was on his way back to the house, he saw you and decided to follow you, making sure you wouldn't find the body of the guy who kept touching you up without your permission, something Sihtric thought he deserved to die for.

'You know,' you said, after Sihtric had found an empty seat and pulled you in his lap, 'for a moment I thought you weren't going to show up tonight.'

'Why did you think that?' he spoke in your ear while mindlessly caressing your bare legs with his tattooed fingers.

'Because I was here for a while already and I didn't see you anywhere,' you spoke against his lips.

You raked your fingers through his hair as he rested his head back on the couch, and you looked down into his love-filled mismatched eyes.

'I've let you slip out of my hands for too long already,' Sihtric said and moved his hand up your thigh, 'I was a fucking idiot for not chasing after you all this time while I should have.'

'Would you chase after me now?' you asked with a smirk and held up his mask.

'Like right now?' Sihtric frowned, then laughed, 'sure, if you want me to chase you.'

'Well,' you said and got up, then leaned in to kiss his cheek and whispered in his ear, 'then catch me if you can.'

You threw the Ghostface mask in his lap and quickly disappeared in the crowded living room, but Sihtric saw you running up the stairs as he got up and put on his mask. He then calmly pushed through the dancing people while pulling his knife from his ankle strap, and he sprinted up the stairs to follow you. You ran into one of the empty bedrooms and closed the door, hiding just next to it so Sihtric wouldn't see you upon opening the door. You held your breath while a feeling of arousal took over when you saw a shadow slowly walking past the door as the music was blasting downstairs, and a soft giggle escaped you when you noticed the shadow walked past the room you were in. It was a small and cosy room, with only a white vanity and a single person bed across from it. You shook your head as you noticed how the mirror was directly in front of the bed, because you knew mirrors are said to drain a person's energy when asleep, and therefore you should never point a mirror directly at your bed. 

And you let your mind wander for a second while Sihtric crept past the closed doors on the second floor, not entirely sure which one to open first. But he stopped when he heard a faint giggle after he had just passed the second door. He took a step back, his face hidden behind his mask while he had his previously cleaned knife in hand, and he gently placed his ear on the door to try and listen for any more sounds.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you saw the shadow step back in front of your door, seemingly standing still and doing nothing, to which you gasped softly and accidentally let your shoulder bag slip down your arm, its chain making a rattling noise and betraying your presence. You kept quiet while the shadow at the door also kept quiet, until you suddenly heard three taps on the door when Sihtric used his knife to knock threateningly. 

'W-who's there?' you asked, knowing it had to be Sihtric, but a rush of nerves and excitement made you unable to think for a second.

Sihtric sighed and opened the door, which made you jump and expose yourself. You stared at his masked face as you backed yourself against the bed, trapping yourself by accident while Sihtric closed the door and slowly stepped closer. His bare muscular arms flexed lightly while he closed in on you as he fidgeted with the knife he held.

'You should never say 'who's there?'. Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish,' he chuckled.

'Oh, please,' you laughed, 'as if you're going to kill me.'

'You're right,' Sihtric said and took off his mask, throwing it on the bed before he circled one arm around you to pull you close, 'I'm not going to kill you. Instead', he whispered, slowly tracing your lips with his thumb, 'I'm finally going to fuck you.'

'About time,' you smiled and crawled on the bed.

You seductively pulled up your skirt to expose your panties as you laid back, taunting Sihtric while he threw the knife on the bed as he joined you on top of the sheets. The dark room was lit up just enough by the full Moon outside, casting silver rays across your faces and bodies, highlighting your figures in the most perfect way. You slowly ran your hand up Sihtric's muscular clothed torso, and you then pulled him in by his neck to kiss him deeply and passionately. You both breathed heavily into each other's mouth while you began to undress one another. You made out with such a hunger and deep desire until you were both naked on the bed, touching and teasing each other while moaning against each other's lips until you both couldn't resist the temptation anymore.

'Fuck me,' you half begged.

Sihtric hummed and chuckled at your eagerness, a feeling he shared and was tired of fighting too, so he picked you up with ease and positioned you on your hands and knees with your back turned to him. He then took his knife and leaned in over you, gently pressing the cool blade against your throat without piercing your skin.

'Say that again,' he whispered, his lips touching your ear while he looked at you in the mirror in front of the bed.

'Fuck me,' you smiled with dazed eyes as you looked back at him in the reflecting surface, 'you crazy son of a bitch.'

'I'll fuck you,' Sihtric smiled darkly as he teased you with the tip of his hard, leaking cock, 'who's your daddy?'

'You're my daddy,' you giggled and gasped as he then pushed his length inside you smoothly, yet still stretching you, 'fuck,' you breathed as you grabbed onto the sheets while you adjusted to him, the blade still pressed against your throat.

'Fuck indeed,' Sihtric groaned behind you, then lowered the knife and threw it on the floor, 'fuck, you feel so tight,' he said with a moan, 'I really was fucking stupid for not chasing you sooner,' he laughed while he placed his hands on your hips.

'Wait,' you said before he could thrust into you, 'mask,' you said almost shyly, 'I want you to wear the mask if you're taking me like this, so I can see it in the mirror.'

Sihtric gladly listened to your wish and covered his pretty face with the blooded mask, he then grabbed your hips again and began to fuck you, slowly at first but harder as soon as you had welcomed his entire length and were able to take it. He gave you a firm slap across your ass several times, causing you to moan louder each time while he ravaged you. He had his fingers tangled in your hair, keeping your head up so you could see his muscular body behind you as he fucked you in front of the mirror until all you could do was murmur incoherently while your eyes were heavy and your mind completely fucked empty. Your moans and ragged breaths were in sync with the ridiculously loud creaking of the bed, and it all came to a halt when you both came with near screams of pleasure before you both collapsed on the bed.

And Sihtric's gentle side took you by surprise afterwards, when he took off his mask and laid back, holding you in his arms while murmuring praises and sweet nothings in your ear as you both recovered before you got dressed again. But before you could leave the room, Sihtric finally asked you to be his girlfriend, a question you couldn't possibly say no to. And so you held hands as you made your way down the stairs again, joining the party where seemingly no one had missed the two of you for about an hour. 

Nor had anyone ever noticed Aethelred's disappearance either…

While Sihtric had to go use the bathroom you decided to grab a drink for the both of you, and so you made your way through the dark backyard again and into the shed. You once again used your phone's flashlight to see where you were going inside the shed, and it was then that you gasped at the discovery of Aethelred's dead body in the far corner, after accidentally shining your light that way. You stared at the body that was shoved in the corner, gutted like a fish, and as much as you wanted to scream at the sight of it, you felt a strange calmness taking over. You weren't mortified, as one should be, you were at ease and almost in awe. You then noticed the dark cloth at his feet and reached for it without thinking, discovering that it was exactly the dark attire the killer in those Scream movies wears, and you suddenly connected it to your new boyfriend.

'Oh my god,' you said as you saw the blood dripping off the dark clothing you held in your hands, and you then laughed, 'oh my god, what an idiot.'

You returned to the party without any drinks, but instead held the folded outfit that Sihtric had worn during the murder of Aethelred, and you found your boyfriend just outside the backdoor as he smoked a cigarette.

'Hey, darling,' he smiled as he saw you, 'where'd you go?'

You closed the distance and took his hand, pulling him with you inside the house and to the front door. You both left the party without a word to anyone else and got into Sihtric's car, where you finally showed him your find.

'If you're going to kill someone for me, babe,' you chuckled, 'you should get rid of the evidence too.'

Sihtric stared at the blood stained fabric and was at a loss for words. Not just because you had discovered he had killed someone, but because you had figured out he had killed someone for you and it didn't even scare you.

'Did you learn nothing from those scary movies you watch?' you asked with a grin.

'I guess I didn't,' Sihtric chuckled and then looked at you, 'you're not… afraid?'

'Not really,' you shrugged, 'I mean, you won't hurt me, right?'

'What? No, no,' he said and cupped your cheeks to kiss your lips, 'no, never, darling. I'd never hurt you.'

'Good,' you smiled, 'then the only thing we have to do is to burn this thing,' you said and held up the outfit. 

'We will,' Sihtric agreed and pulled you closer, 'first thing tomorrow, I promise, love.'

'Good. Well… How about we go to your place, babe?' you smiled as you spoke against his lips.

'Sure, I'll take you to my place, sweetheart.'

'Maybe you can show me some of those scary movies you talked about earlier?'

'Ah, who gives a fuck about movies?' Sihtric smiled and kissed you, 'I'd rather watch you all night, baby girl.'

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[velvetvexations]

Even putting aside what a ridiculous comparison that is, I need it understood that the primary way transradfems engage with "material reality" is through movies from the previous century.

It's hypervisibility vs. invisibility. Trans women were openly mocked and trans men were ignored or just subsumed into a range of experiences for cis women. That's changing now that trans men are getting more spotlight than they had before, although it's still tilted in those directions.

But there was genuinely nothing transphobic about Chihiro's story and to say there was you have to prove his model was trans women and transitioning children when there is an extremely well-established category of AMAB people who present as girls in Japanese culture that is infinitely more talked about in pop culture over there. You have to insist upon the fact that he was ever connected to people who sincerely identify as girls in the first place. If this was America, it'd make more sense, but it is actually just genuinely racist to be told all that and still be like "well, but it makes me think of trans women."

This is why transradfems hate me, too. A trans woman disagreeing with them breaks their rules.

Especially the person who cannot stop fucking bypassing my block to screenshot my blog and then justifying it by claiming I do it, even though I fucking deleted those posts after she complained and have not mentioned her a single time since unless she did first.

Here's the thing: I DON'T THINK NOT WANTING TO ASSOCIATE WITH AGAB LANGUAGE IS UNREASONABLE AT ALL! But it's fucking projecting as fuck to say that people who don't like TMA/TME language must simply want to cling to AGAB. I mean, holy fuck, right? That's not what's being argued dumbass - but she can't think of any other way to divide trans people based on AGAB without referencing it in some way, so her ideal replacement is TMA/TME, that's the two kinds of trans people that exist, you're not AMAB or AFAB you're TMA or TME, this is so fucking masks off it's wild that other transradfems aren't mortified by her saying the quiet part out loud. This should just completely obliterate every trace of protest when someone points out TME is in practice exclusively used to refer to AFAB trans people and no one else ever, unless what she's actually saying is that AFAB trans people are so close to cis women that they might as well just by default be called the same thing and have no other way of identifying themselves when you talk about categories of trans people and their experiences.

But it's so intensely psychologically revealing. I don't think she's ever been misgendered a single time in her life. I don't think she's ever had even the slightest actual barrier to hop in her quest to live as a woman, because this oversensitivity where someone acknowledging transphobes see us as our assigned sex counts as them misgendering you? That's just not the behavior of someone who actually deals with these things in the real world. Or even online. Again, I get pedojacketed and threatened with actual cancelation from my actual career because I engage with actual TERFs. These people never do anything but moan about tee-em-ees misgendering them by discussing how the enemy perceives us. And she in particular is the most desperate to shut that out, because that is the only reminder there could ever possibly be a hypothetical obstacle to her claiming her girl card. I have zero doubt she lives in the queerest city on the planet and if she didn't have internet she would literally be unable to even conceive of transphobia as a concept. And she fucking hates me for not just being a trans woman who agrees with the transandrobros, but also personally identifies with my AGAB. The implication that it's possible for a trans woman to be okay with the term "male" shatters her self-esteem. That is the extent of "misgendering" she has ever faced and ever will face. Me identifying the way I do terrifies her, I have to be objectively wrong about claiming identification with my AGAB because she copes with insecurity by imagining a world where TERFs are right but instead of biology everyone's soul is either Male and Female and you can only be one or the other. Gender can't just be people figuring out who they are and the ways they want to express themselves and live their lives, that's not real enough for her, she has to be Trve Fymyle the way TERFs go on about, except instead of centering around wombs it's this weird vaguely spiritual concept that she forces everyone else to fit into because if they don't it implies her framework isn't the tangible reality she so desperately needs to feel valid.

And that's why she "needs" TMA/TME, because she reasonably wants to talk about the experiences of people who share her category but doesn't want to identify as anything that references what those experiences fucking are (e.g. having been assigned male at birth). And again, that's FINE. I GET THAT. THAT'S UNDERSTANDABLE. I CAN SEE HOW THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. But that doesn't mean TMA/TME doesn't also have issues and I'm sorry if she's having a hard time coming up with something else because it's difficult to navigate the inherent paradox of wanting to associate with something that unfortunately makes her feel bad to associate with it, but she needs to pick something else, and not say "weh the TMEs are making us change our language" as though (a) transradfems aren't telling trans men what language they can use for themselves and (b) it's impossible to come up with terms that don't explicitly make claims about the experiences of others and 100% defines them by suffering less.

And isn't it strange how other transradfems are insisting they have to call themselves CAMAB and CAFAB, but THEY aren't clinging to AGAB language? Weird, right? I mean there is a group of people insistently arguing that it is simply paramount that we use AGAB language, but they're perisex trans women stealing it from intersex people so I guess it's fine?

But I don't CARE. I don't like her and I don't want to look at her stupid blog and I sure as fuck don't want to report on it. I just wish she'd stop talking about me. I literally just want her to stop block evading me and telling people my identity revolves around wanting to suck up to TERFs*. I do not talk about her except when she talks about me. AND I'M STILL NOT EVEN NAMING HER.

When she complained about me screenshotting her posts, I deleted them. They got zero notes. Her screenshots of me have hundreds and she keeps taking them because she's fucking obsessed because she can't feel like a girl if someone else identifies a little differently than she does. I don't even screenshot other people if they have me blocked but I see other people debating their takes, I make a post that references no one with unspecified prompting. And I've never done even done that with her, not only because she keeps baselessly accusing me of harassment, but because she infuriates me on a level where I just sincerely do not like seeing her fucking content in any way for any reason.

God I fucking hate radfems.

*which she happily admits to knowing is a lie but is like "yeah well I say she's mean so I'm going to keep deliberately fabricating falsehoods about her"

Thank you. <3

I have enlightened another soul!

If you asked these people, ten times out of ten they would say detransition and rape are the worst things that can possibly happen to someone and murder is no comparison, but they'll see trans men talking about their sexual abuse to be like "wow so lucky you guys just have to LARP The Handmaid's Tale, but we get KILLED."

And it's like. Okay. But fuck off, though? It's fine to personally see murder as worse and to grieve more over that, ig, it's like, whatever, but to openly state that it's a PRIVILEGE to be raped and detransitioned makes my brain melt. It's like they are physically incapable of not putting down other trans people. It is the one single area of activism they engage in. That is the war they are waging. They don't give a fuck about trans rights because they live in privileged areas with supportive families. Their battle is with the TME trans people on social media.

lolllll

"I hate how misogynistic Velvet is, she's everyone's cumrag"

^actual thing actually said and believed by the TMA/TME tankies

Before anyone accuses this anon of saying transradfems are engaging in male behavior or whatever, I'll note as I always have that they're just as sexually predatory and entitled to the bodies of others as TERFs are. That is the actual comparison being made. The worst trans women are identical to the worst cis women. Diversity win.

[mvmnbnv]

one thing im not gonna take is these weird ass jinx and silco stans tryng to gaslight everyone into thinking their relationship was normal...i see way too many people trying to act like silco's behavior with her was typical of a father and not borderline creepy and it makes me wonder if some of yall are okay

if it were normal you'd see that same shit with vi and vander, but i dont see people questioning what the hell is going on with their relationship because based on their physical affection, its completely normal, and apparent that hes acting as her father when he's affectionate with her. he's not insanely close to her face to where the audience is creeped out, or letting vi sit in his lap while she helps him shoot up on his own drugs.

not to mention i can speak from personal experience as the daughter of a girl dad...these creepy ass interactions dont happen. Get help and stop trying to justify these weird ass interactions between them. even the writers acknowledge that their scenes were supposed to make viewers uncomfortable..so go ahead and stop lying to yourselves and everyone else.

[elarialuthien]

Loving Touches - Leon Kennedy x Reader

warning: smut I didn't plan to write this drabble at all, but I think since inspiration came, I need to write it ***

You're sitting at your computer desk, which sits next to a window through which light softly pours in, filling the room with a warm, muted glow. The office is spacious, with bright, light walls, and opposite the desk is a cozy sofa covered with a patterned rug. The work process has completely absorbed you, your thoughts are focused on the monitor. You were so carried away that you didn’t even notice Leon entering the room.

Suddenly you feel his warm, strong arms gently hug you from behind, and you reflexively shudder. His chin rests gently on your head and you feel the calmness his presence brings. You smile, feeling his closeness, because he rarely shows such affection, especially when you are working. With a slight smile, you raise your hand to touch his palm and squeeze it gently, enjoying the moment of peace and comfort away from work.

The office you're in suddenly feels a little cozier, as if his presence has transformed the cold space into something personal, almost homely.

" Hi," you mumble, lifting your head up to look at him. "Everything is fine? You're usually not so... nice during work hours."

You tease him slightly, hoping to find out what's really on his mind. Leon isn't usually one to show affection in public, so you know there must be a reason for this sudden change in behavior.

Leon squeezes your hand lightly, acknowledging the presence and warmth. A faint blush spreads across his cheeks as he realizes how close you are. He pulls away slightly, although not enough to completely break contact. His blue eyes scan your face carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort or irritation. "I just..." he begins, trembling slightly. " I wanted to make sure you were okay." His voice becomes quieter, almost too quiet to hear clearly. "You look tired lately."

His words convey genuine concern. Leon may not show it often, but he cares deeply about your well-being. He lifts his free hand to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

" A lot of work, a lot of stress," you said with a heavy sigh and giggled when you felt a kiss on your neck. " Leon... Not in the office," you whispered with a chuckle.. At your whisper, Leon’s eyes darken with desire. The playful tone you respond with only fuels his arousal even more. He leans closer, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck.

" That sounds like an invitation," he murmurs into your neck before gently nipping at the sensitive spot under your earlobe. Leon makes no attempt to pull away completely. Instead, he continues to caress and tease you with short kisses along the line.

His fingers dig into the soft fabric of your clothes, just a little, pulling you towards him until there is no space left between you. His breath hitches when he feels your body pressed against his own.

" You always have that effect on me," Leon admits quietly, his voice full of lust. " And it seems like it’s getting stronger every day."

" Mmm," you muttered, biting your lip and pressing your hands to the edges of your skirt. "There are cameras here. Our boss sees everything."

Leon's eyes flicker towards the corner of the room where he knows the security camera is located. He grins evilly, knowing full well that their leader has seen worse than this. "Well," he whispers hoarsely in your ear, " let’s give him the opportunity to watch something interesting."

With deft movements, Leon slips one hand under your blouse, tracing the curves of your waist before moving up to your chest. He rubs teasingly over the hardened nipples under your bra, enjoying the way you squirm in response.

"Oh my God, Leon!" You gasped quietly and your breathing quickened as his skillful fingers danced across your sensitive skin. "Someone might come in!" Despite your protest, you found yourself arching into his touch, craving more of that delicious friction against your aching nipples. Your hands clenched into fists on his shirt, holding him close to you as you fought to focus on the task at hand. " Please," you whined, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "We can't get caught... Not here, not now."

Leon chuckles softly, enjoying the way you beg him to stop even as your body begs for more. His thumb brushes the tip of your nipple again, enjoying the sharp inhale that follows. "Oh, I know, baby," he replies, his voice dripping with sinful intent. " But who cares if we get caught when we're having so much fun?"

With deliberate slowness, Leon slides his hand down from your chest, tracing the curve of your stomach before settling firmly on your hip. His fingers gradually move up your skirt until they reach the warm, wet warmth between your thighs. " Besides," Leon purrs in your ear, " you’re already all wet for me... You can’t hide this fact from anyone."

You close your eyes, wanting a break from all the stress that has piled up on you, for a moment all worries disappeared, and you even forgot about Leon’s presence, when suddenly you feel movement under the table. You are dumbfounded and sharply lower your eyes under the table.

Feeling your gaze on him, Leon raises his eyes to meet your gaze. There's an insidious gleam in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers slide through the damp fabric of your panties, tracing the outline of your slit through the thin fabric. "Looks like someone else wants attention too," he teases softly, slipping a finger under the band of your underwear to dip into your slick folds.

The sensation causes a moan to escape from the depths of your throat, echoing throughout the quiet room. Leon takes advantage of this vulnerability, lifting his finger up to stroke your swollen clit. " Is this what you need, baby?" he asks hoarsely. " My touch to take your mind off all these worries?"

"Leon, are you serious?" You ask, biting your lip. "Right under the table? I didn't know you had such a... playful side."

Leon grins devilishly, his finger still making teasing circles around your throbbing clit. His other hand moves to grab your thigh possessively. "Oh, I’ve always had that side," he admits, " but I guess I hid it from you."

His grin widens as he feels your muscles clench around his finger, desperate for more stimulation. With a low growl, Leon adds another finger to your entrance, slowly stretching you out. "Now let’s see how loudly you can shout my name without drawing attention to yourself."

You sigh involuntarily, your moan says everything about your damn horny state, and Leon doesn’t need any more time to remove your panties out of sight and press his tongue to your throbbing, wet clitoris, thirsty for male attention, which is already exhausted with impatience.

Leon groans at the taste of your arousal, his tongue diving deeper to lick your engorged clit. He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. "Mmm, you taste incredible," he mutters, his voice muffled but full of hunger. " So sweet and addictive... I could devour you all day."

As he speaks, Leon increases the pace of his ministrations, sliding two fingers in and out of your tight channel as his thumb rubs hard circles over your clit. The combination of sensations pushes you closer and closer to the brink of climax. "Come to me, baby," he urges, his hot breath on your wet folds. " Let go and make all that noise. I want to hear you lose control."

You sigh heavily, not too loudly, but not too quietly, and lean back in your chair, throwing your head back. "God..." you whisper, breathing heavily. " You really are a ladies’ man."

Leon hums in agreement, his free hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to tease the edge of your labia. He relishes the power he has over you, able to reduce you to a quivering mess with just his touch. "I’m a man who knows what he likes," he corrects, pushing his fingers deeper into your wetness. " And right now, I love watching you fall apart because of me."

He redoubles his efforts, adding another finger to stretch and fill you even more. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the air around them as Leon squirts into you relentlessly. " But don’t worry," he promises huskily. "I’ll make sure every inch of you gets exactly what it needs."

"Oh God, Leon!" You gasp, feeling the pressure building inside you. " If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to hold back for long." Your hips jerk chaotically under his hand as he skillfully guides you closer to the edge. Beads of sweat form on your forehead, and your heart is pounding wildly in your chest. The taboo nature of this hot date only heightens the intensity of my pleasure.

" Please," you whine desperately like a cat in March, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. " I need... I need..." You trail off, unable to articulate the overwhelming desire that consumes me. " All I know is that I need release, and I need it now."

Leon feels your desperation, how your body trembles and tenses under his touch. He redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as he curls his fingers just inside you. "That’s it, baby," he coaxes, his voice a low rumble against your sensitive flesh. "Let go. Come to me. I want to feel you loosen up."

His words are interrupted by a particularly deep thrust, hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. Your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure emanating from your core.

" Yes, that’s right," Leon praises, guiding you through each thrust until you collapse boneless on the chair. " You are so beautiful when you let yourself go." Even when you come down from the top, Leon refuses to stop touching you. His fingers continue to lazily stroke your sensitive clit, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from your exhausted body. "Are you okay there?" He asks quietly, lifting his head to look at you with those adorably piercing blue eyes of his.

He smirks, pleased with himself as he watches you recover. His fingers finally slip from your dripping warmth, leaving a trail of wetness on his wrist.

" I..." you sob, your cheeks turning red from both embarrassment and orgasm. You are ashamed to look at Leon, knowing that he is damn pleased with himself, grinning like a cat that has eaten too much sour cream. "You... damn."

Leon chuckles darkly, a low rumbling sound that vibrates in his chest. He stands up, towering over you in the dim light of the office. "Well, you said you needed something to distract yourself," he points out, wiping his fingers with a napkin tucked into his collar. "It seems I have fulfilled my promise." He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tasting himself before pulling away with a satisfied smile. " And we’re just getting started," Leon assures you, straightening his clothes. "Consider it just a snack."

" Please," you whine in need. " Please fuck me in this fucking chair," you growl, as if you forgot for a moment that there are cameras in this fucking office.

Leon’s eyes darken with lust at your bold request, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He glances around the room, noting the various security cameras located throughout the space. "Oh, I intend to," he growls, his voice low and full of promise. " But first, I think it's time to give these cameras a show they won't soon forget."

In one swift motion, Leon reaches out and yanks you out of your chair, spinning you around and bending you over the armrest. He lifts your skirt, exposing your shiny folds to the cool air of the room. " Fuck, you’re already all wet for me," he groans, running the thick head of his dick along your slit. " Such a needy little thing, isn’t it?"

" Yes..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around Leon’s back and exposing his neck for kisses.

Leon takes advantage of your position, pressing his lips to your neck as he teases your slick entrance with the tip of his cock. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding himself towards you. "Are you ready for this?" He whispers into your neck before slowly thrusting into you, enjoying the feeling of your balls buried deep within your warm, clenching walls.

The initial stretch is amazing, filling you completely. Leon pauses, allowing you both to adjust to his size before starting to move. "Fuck, you’re perfect for me," he moans, starting to thrust shallowly. "Every fucking inch."

" Yeah..." you giggle, feeling every inch of his cock. " Fuck me... daddy," you say embarrassedly, unable to hold back a laugh.

At your giggling confession, Leon smirks, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Every movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, heightened by the knowledge that he's claiming you right here, right now. "Call me whatever you want, baby," he huffs, pounding into you harder. " Just keep talking dirty."

With each thrust, Leon pushes deeper, stretching you deliciously wide around his throbbing length. His hands tighten on your hips, marking you with his touch as he pounds into you relentlessly.

" Don’t hold back," he breathes, nipping your earlobe. "Shout for me."

" Mmm," you mumble, stroking his hand with yours. "Do you like being called daddy?"

Leon's breath catches at this term, a shiver runs through his body. "Yes, I think so," he admits, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice despite the relentless rhythm of his hips. " It turns me on when you call me that."

His thrusts become erratic, driven by pure need as he focuses on filling you completely. Each thrust hits that sweet spot inside of you, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. "I want to hear you beg for it," Leon commands, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you again with a possessive growl.

You giggle again, running your finger over Leon’s kiss-swollen lips. " Mmm... then fuck me, daddy."

Leon's control breaks at your playful command, a primal roar escaping his throat as he thrusts into you with wild intensity. The chair creaks ominously under the force of his thrusts, but he doesn't slow down, lost in the heady rush of dominance and submission. "That’s it, baby," he grunts, his voice cracking with effort. " Take your daddy’s dick. Fuck, you're so tight..."

Each word is accompanied by a powerful slam of his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. Leon’s hands leave your hips to grab your wrists, pinning them to the back of the chair as he mercilessly pounds into you. "You’re mine," he growls, not taking his eyes off the place where their bodies touch. "Say it!"

" Your..." you moan loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy. "All yours, daddy! Oh god yes!" Your words seem to spur Leon on even more, his thrusts becoming almost frantic as he chases his release. The pressure builds deep inside you, your inner walls fluttering wildly around his piston-like length.

Pleasure overwhelms, threatening to swallow you whole. You feel Leon tense above you, his movements becoming chaotic as he himself gets closer to the edge. "Come with me, baby," he demands, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Let me go. Now." With a roar reverberating off the walls, he pours deep into you, filling you with hot streams of his seed. " Fuck yes," he gasps, his body shaking from the force of his orgasm. " That’s it... cum for me."

Your cry only fuels his desire, causing him to continue pumping into you until you're both spent and trembling. When the last waves of pleasure subside, Leon collapses onto your back, breathing heavily. " That was... intense," he manages to choke out after a few moments."Are you okay?"

Even though they have both reached the peak of their careers, Leon is not ready to let you go from his arms just yet.

" Yes..." you say, giggling. "Well, you've outdone yourself. Do you know that there is a meeting in the director's office right now? It is quite possible that many of them heard our... love. " You can’t help but giggle out loud and inhale sharply as Leon pulls out of you.

Leon chuckles darkly at your comment, a smirk playing on his lips as he straightens up and adjusts his clothes. " Well, I guess we made quite an impression."

He leans down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. Reluctantly pulling away, he pierces you with his gaze. "But we better get ourselves in order before someone else starts looking for us," he says, winking. " And maybe next time we can try it somewhere more secluded?"

"Well... let's go to the toilet. By the way, our work hours are already over," you say with a sigh, your cheeks still red as you kiss Leon firmly on the lips.

Leon grins, enjoying the blush on your face as much as he enjoys the taste of your lips. He kisses back willingly before pulling away with a chuckle. " Yeah, let’s clean up and leave before anyone notices our absence," he agrees, taking your hand and leading you to the nearest toilet.

Once they're securely locked in one of the cubicles, Leon starts helping you clean up. His hands are gentle but firm as he wipes away any traces of the passionate tryst. "It was certainly an unforgettable experience," he reflects with a teasing smile. " But I must admit that I prefer the privacy of my own home for this kind of activity."

Coming out of the toilet, you, without holding back, give a juicy slap with your hand on Leon’s buttocks. Leon jumps slightly at the unexpected contact, turning to look at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. His hand instinctively reaches back to rub where you hit him, a low growl rumbles in his chest. "Well, if you're going to start hitting me," he teases, " at least make sure your hands are occupied with something else first."

Despite his playful tone, there’s no denying the heat in his eyes as he runs over your curves. Leon takes your hand in his, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go. "Well, you can’t blame a girl because her boyfriend has a great ass," you say, rolling your eyes mockingly.

Leon’s expression softens at your playful thrust, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him, and they begin to walk together. "Oh, really?" he asks, pretending to be offended. "So now you’re just valuing my assets, huh?" There is no malice in his words; instead, he seems genuinely happy for your attention. As they walk side by side, Leon sneaks a glance at you, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief. "Well, I guess I can live with that," he admits, chuckling. 

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[wishesofeternity]

The thing about HotD is that it while it absolutely minimizes the agency and ambition of both Rhaenyra and Alicent, this is specifically used to glorify Rhaenyra and frame her as righteous while condemning Alicent and framing her lacking. That's the key difference in both their textual portrayals that has directly led to 90% of the fandom hailing Rhaenyra as the second coming of Christ while spewing the most hateful vitriol at Alicent just for existing. But y'all are not prepared for that conversation.

[shakingparadigm]

what is the theory that ivan manipulated the event where till and mizi met the wagyein?

It's not a theory, actually! It's confirmed that Ivan orchestrated the whole event. The true reason as to why however is still unknown. The information provides more context to this scene, though:

During the earlier times of ALNST the most rational explanation for this scene was that Till ran after a flower crown (presumably Mizi's) and Ivan followed him in out of curiosity. Now we know that Ivan was conveniently just standing there because he was waiting.

Side note, I find it heartbreaking (and maybe a little funny, sorry) that Till most likely didn't notice Ivan in this scene. That's just like him, isn't it. Always too busy running after Mizi while Ivan trails behind, an ever-present shadow.

I'm not sure how Ivan manipulated the circumstances for both of them to end up there, but it is confirmed that everything was intentional. What strikes me most is how they describe this particular scene:

I can't copy down what they said word-for-word (Patreon info), but they described Ivan watching "creepily" as Till and Mizi are faced with danger. We know that Ivan was familiar with the Cerberus wagyein beforehand, enough to touch its teeth and even to rest himself inside its maw. To Ivan, the wagyein is not dangerous, but to Till and Mizi, it could be. Ivan prepared the wagyein, led them there, and watched "creepily" from afar as Till fell on his knees, seemingly injured.

The closest I can get to making sense of Ivan's "scheme" is that he wanted to see how other children would react in a dangerous situation. Ivan's always been an observer, after all, and he's learned to survive by copying the more "normal" behaviors of his peers. This situation occured when Ivan was still young and had not yet developed his more charming mask, so perhaps he staged this encounter to study a situational response, to learn and mimic the emotion of fear. And what better subjects for the experiment than two of the most expressive and reactive humans of their batch? It helps that he was already fixated on Till beforehand, too. I think Ivan became irreversibly obssessed after this incident, especially since it's framed as a turning point in Ivan's life, comparing Till to the stars.

This is just my attempt at an interpretation, though. It could very well be for another reason. He most likely chose Till and Mizi specifically for personal reasons, not just for reaction. I'm still not sure on the purpose behind the whole thing.

The team wanted to capture Ivan's "dark emotions" through the shot of his stalking, which could relate to his more sinister intentions. His gaze can be read in a few different ways, though. Curiosity, interest, fear, etc. Maybe that's why they decided to redraw the shot in ROUND 6.

I think this better sells the feeling they were trying to convey.

[ofswordsandpens]

I'm sincerely very happy for anyone who is enjoying the show but every time I see takes that the show has improved the book characterizations or that the book characters are underdeveloped in comparison to the show...

[lucentstarss]

Sometimes I get hope for unraveled but then I remember how much of an ick I got from keefe when reading unlocked and get sad again

[stellavesperis]

“Insufferable.” Well I’m glad Círdan agrees about Daeron.

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

I love the idea that the youngest Afton just fully and completely kicks it in 83’ so much. I cannot fully explain it. Like it makes more sense to me (he died before Charlie did and Charlie aided in the possession of the robots) (also he dies in the hospital, away from any and all of the animatronics) but I’m also in love with it thematically.

Like the motive Bill gives himself for continuing to take lives is so he can try and bring his kid back but that is, ultimately, impossible. Even if he were to fully understand remnant and how possession works that ship has SAILED. That toddler is in the great beyond, bucko. All the awful things you do are for nothing and all the reasons you give yourself for it are futile and self-serving.

[heyyesimtrash-whatofit]

I call this: Let Marty McFly Break the Fourth Wall.

Based on a random thought I had at work today, I remembered how many times Marty looked dead at the crowd when I saw the musical and decided he should be able to do that once in the film. After much thought, I decided the best time for said moment would be right after the DeLorean test because c’mon- Doc drove a car at them at damn near 90 MPH without even knowing if it would work. Thats- that’s just a little crazy, don’t you think?

Marty’s internal monologue retyped below just in case you can’t/don’t want to read my atrocious handwriting :)

1. My God.

2. What did he take?!

3. (Same as 2, plus) This is Heavy

4. (Same as 3, plus) What did I agree to?

5. (Same as 4, plus) Have I gone insane?

6. Are You All seeing this shit? (He drove a car at us! WITHOUT knowing if it would WORK!!)

(Meanwhile in the background I wrote out Doc’s little “What did I tell you? 88 Miles Per Hour!” Cause I didn’t know if I could get the audio)

[wonder-worker]

Is it true that Elizabeth of York birth celebrated like she was a son? I have seen some historians say this.

Hi! Yes, Edward IV did celebrate his daughter’s birth as though she was a male heir (“a prince”).

While we have no contemporary reports at the time of Elizabeth of York's birth, we know that Luchino Dallaghiexia reported that the birth of Edward and Elizabeth's third child, Cecily of York, "rejoiced the king and all the nobles exceedingly*, though they would have preferred a son'. Wanting a son (ie: an heir) was typical for their time period, likely enhanced by Edward and Elizabeth's unprecedentedly controversial marriage, her very unsuitable origins and his own status as a usurper. The fact that he was described as being "exceedingly" delighted at the birth of his third daughter in a row regardless does support the claim that he would have gone over-the-top to celebrate the birth of his first legitimate** child.

Hope this helps!

*Bizarrely, I have seen several historians and blogs using Dallaghiexia's letter to claim that he was bitterly disappointed at Cecily of York's birth. I don't understand how historical reading comprehension can be so poor that "rejoiced the king exceedingly" has somehow been rewritten as the...exact opposite of that. With no self-awareness whatsoever. **His illegitimate daughter Margaret (known as Elizabeth for some reason) was almost definitely born before his marriage. We don't know the birth dates of his other two illegitimate children: I think the likeliest conception date for Arthur was in early 1470, but it's unverified; and we know nothing about Grace (which was in fact her surname, not her name) other than the fact that Elizabeth Woodville seems to have been very attached to her.

[zymstarz]

yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out