#its about generational obsession and corruption

[alwaysactually]

umineko is in fact the most piece of media ever

[always-a-joyful-note]

More general thoughts about idol media as a whole is that it fascinates me on a weird level. I mean, stories like ORV or Revue Starlight explore the theme of art and its maker, exposing the pain and joy that comes from making something you love and how you cope with sharing that art to the world. But idol media like Idolish7 and Enstars and so on - it has that, but.....at the same time, underlying it all, there is a sense that this is almost first and foremost commercialised art. That's not to say the idol characters don't love music or making art, nor do they agonise over it....but generally, idols (as far as I know, anyway) are supposed to belong to and cater to the fans. Like in ORV, you write stories for yourself as much as you do for others and it doesn't matter if no one reads it because it's just important that it was there. Revue Starlight doesn't really have an in-universe audience (it kinds of breaks the fourth wall, instead) and goes deep into the blood and sweat it takes to stand on stage and act. Those stories say that you make art for your own reasons but that art is meant to be shared. Idol media, on the other hand, has a setting where you make art to be sold/shared. Yes, it can coincide with what you want. But, in the end, you are an idol and not an artist

[goatlilly]

Violeon and Foulette

I know it’s not an update for the Minnie miraculous series, but I’ve been having some difficulty with the twins designs, so they’re taking a bit longer than Cat Man and Princess Ladybug did. For now, though, here’s some concept art for Villain Marinette and Adrien as the Peacock and Butterfly. This is concept art for a sort of reverse AU to Minnie Miraculous, where all the Adults are heroes, and these two get to be the antagonists of the series.

The general idea is that Gabriel doesn’t know Adrien is a Sentimonster in this AU, and Emilie created Adrien on her own. Grieving the loss of his wife, Gabriel begins carrying around the ring he gave her when the two of them were engaged, (the singular ring that Emilie used in this AU to house Adrien’s Amok,) and starts unknowingly feeding Adrien his sadness and desires to have his wife return. These desires corrupt Adrien, and he ends up finding and using the Butterfly miraculous in order to try and retrieve the Ladybug and Cat miraculous for the purpose of bringing Emilie back to life.

As for Marinette, without the Ladybug miraculous and Tikki to encourage her, she ends up feeling isolated and lacking in confidence at school, too scared to make friends or stand up to Chloe. (She has Alya, but is sure that Alya is afraid to open up to her because she doesn’t want to ruin what the two of them have.) She has a crush on Adrien though, and senses some of the same loneliness in him that she feels. Eventually, after spending a whole lot of time obsessively following him around, she finds out about his secret identity as Violeon, and, empathizing with his drive to bring his mother back, dons the Peacock miraculous and becomes Foulette in an attempt to be a part of his life.

So yeah, those are my villains. Both put their own desires second in order to please someone else, becoming corrupted by the need to be needed. Of course for Adrien he doesn’t realize it.

Oh, and yes, Marinette realizes pretty quickly that Adrien is a Sentimonster, and manages to track down his Amok. It takes her a while to figure out what it all means though, as she’s new to the Peacock miraculous and its powers. She’s in pretty deep before she pieces together what’s going on, and even longer before she’s brave enough to try and fix things.

But anyway, yeah. That’s them. :) I like them—they were both pretty fun to design, and I’m relatively happy with the results.

[bestlilithian]

My experiences with synastry

8th house synastry

By far, my favorite. Intense, transcendal, deep. It goes beyond the physical and mental, reaches straight into your soul. The sexual tension is palpable, and at the same time it feels like home.

( do note that i have pluto influencing my ic and moon so your and my idea of 'home' might be a bit different ♡ lmao )

Moon in 8th house:

- absolute favorite. the connection runs deep, if you let it. when you meet this person you will know pretty early on that the potentional for intense bonding is immense. for every person i met with this, after a while i look in their eyes and think 'we could absolutely ruin eachother in the best way possible'.

- the sexual tension breaches the physical and turns almost emotional. like, 'i want to fuck you so hard that you cry' type shit. of course, every 8th house connection has some kind of sexual electricity constantly present, but i've found that w this placement, it's .. profound.

- so far , i've only been the house person, and i've found that the way the moon person looks at me is like nothing i've seen before. i mean, the eye contact being intense is a given w any 8th overlay but w this one it's ... wow. it's a simultaneous pleading to 'come closer, enter my world, feel my essence' and a threat to 'stay away, you see to far into me, you know too much'.

- it's obsessive. on my side (house) at least. by obsessive i mean ... obsessive. one of them is a crush that i haven't been able to put out for a fucking year, even with no contact. in fact, funnily enough, when i thought i was totally over it, all it took was to see her again and make eye contact - immediately, i was thrown for a loop. we didn't even exchange words directly, it was a group setting .. but the eye contact was absolutely enough. crazy.

- as the house person, i feel like the moon person can feel that i see straight through them. another thing i've noticed is that the moon person usually seems a little intimidated/nervous around me, especially at first.

- the thing with this overlay is that it can get hard to take real action on the connection because it's anything but lighthearted. you can clearly tell that if you pursue it, it's gonna get deep and that can range from inconvenient to uncomfortable, or even scary for someone who's not used to 8th house/pluto/scorpio energy.

Lilith in 8th house

- the sexual tension. is. insane. i'm talking .. concerning. i've had this w a friend, a guy who's not my type in the slightest (and i dont really like guys in general, mind you), but there's this kind of ... sexual energy in the air. like, we're not gonna do anything about it, but it's there. and it's not even physical, for me at least - i dont find him attractive physically its just .. a compulsive feeling.

- now, when i have it w someone i actually find attractive, even a little bit, it gets scaled up to the extreme. the moment i see this person, i'm immediately attracted to them. instant. they don't even have to be my type, but if they are - my god, if they are ...

- i am usually lilith in this overlay, and i often find myself wanting to corrupt the house person, to pull them into my dark erotic world. this synastry really brings out my lilith energy even more.

- as lilith i love teasing the house person & i want to see them squirm. i wanna dominate them & see them fall apart beneath me (in the best way possible)

- this is very much a 'i can ruin them' type connection (not in a malicious way)

- i automatically feel confident around this person, no matter if i felt insecure the rest of the day; its like the house person awakens my dark feminine energy just w their presence (and thats a damn good feeling)

Sun & Mercury in 8th house

- honestly this ones interesting; if your connection is platonic, it wont add weird undertones, if its not , it will heighten the attraction significantly.

- it will be really easy and satisfying to talk about your secrets, your past, your traumas, your pain, as well as your kinks, sexual preferences & sexual experiences w this person.

- you will be able to tell this person the naked, blunt truth about them to their face, and vice versa, esp eith mercury in 8th overlay

sun conjunct lilith

- i was lilith and its .. fun. sun brings out my 'bad' side. the fun one.

- as lilith, i find sun really cute, and i try to figure them out, cause i feel like they arent really as naive & innocent as they seem to be.

- sun may be a little scared of lilith here. :)

pluto conjunct lilith

- i have yet to experience this but from what i've heard i love, love, love .

- think bonnie n clyde, mr and mrs smith. they can appreciate eachothers shadow and its very exciting

- hearsay says the sex is mindblowing but i cant confirm or deny

pluto conjunct ascendant

- my mothers pluto is conjunct my ascendant and she literally fucked me up royally soo be careful w this one yall

- pluto will try to control the ascendant and have power over them

- pluto tries to control ascendants behavior, appearance, mannerisms, social etiquett, even food intake sometimes

- i have never seen this be a healthy dynamic but i would love to be proven wrong

lilith square ascendant

every time a man's lilith squares my ascendant, an angel dies. i swear to fucking god, this synastry is a hot, headache-inducing mess.

now, ive only ever had this with men so take it w a grain of salt.

whenever a mans lilith squared my ascendant, the situation was the same:

he had a crush, and then there was .. me. he loved one girl, truly, but had an intense, weird, sexual obsession with me (that often scared him).

he was extremely attracted to me, but reluctant to admit it directly. wanted to 'tame' me, make me 'well-behaved'. we argued at least once within 24h of knowing eachother.

heavy sexual tension, but in a irritating, conflicting way. reallyy intense eye contact, but almost forbidden.

they all, at some point, iced me out in one way or another, deliberately avoided me, seemingly for no reason.

lilith in 7th house

this ones weird.

- we kinda have beef, but not really

- we either completely agree with eachother or utterly disagree

- mixed feelings

- switching between liking and disliking eachother

- sexual tension, but in an annoying way

[dippedinmelancholy]

Do you ever think how absolutely furious Rhysand had to have been when Amarantha tricked him and all the other High Lords save Tamlin, and Tamlin was the the only one given a path to freeing his court? Cause recently it’s all I’ve been thinking about.

Rhysand who has manipulated everything and everyone for most of his life, who undoubtedly could have easily seduced a mortal, even without mental powers, convincing her to say I love you within days, a month max. Yet it was Tamlin who was given the opportunity.

Good, honorable, brooding Tamlin who doesn’t bother to lie, who barely knows how to talk to anyone. Tamlin who is fury and passion and strength, who is exactly as he presents himself, who cares for nothing save for protecting his own people because they need them.

Rhysand is suave and sexy and shadow, he is manipulation and seductive whispers, he is dark power incarnate . . . and yet the vile, powerful general of Hybern wants Tamlin. She doesn’t even truly care for Rhysand in any capacity, Rhysand uses what is “left” of his powers to mind fuck her, literally, to make her believe she wants more of him, to make her think the sex is better than it was.

And yet even in being successful in doing that, no matter how good she falsely believes the sex is, she still only has eyes for Tamlin.

This isn’t me setting up Amarantha to be madly in love with Tamlin. She wanted him as a child, she’s gross and horrible. Brilliant and powerful, but utterly disgusting.

No, I just keep thinking about the insane amount of jealousy Rhysand must have felt, so many layers of it you can barely count them all. Rhysand could have broken the curse quickly enough, I truly believe that, but the reason isn’t because he’s more powerful than Tamlin. No, the reason is because he’s earnestly so much WORSE than Tamlin.

Rhysand will gladly break, torture, destroy and lie to any person to get what he wants, especially when he thinks its for the greater good. Their pain is nothing compared to what he thinks needs to be done.

But Tamlin is GOOD. He is honor bound. He is a man drowning in his own empathy, in his own duty. That is why it took him so long, and in truth, why he failed to break the curse on himself. He loved his court too much to allow so much pain, valued their lives so much they begged him to die for him. Everyone in his court is equal to him, every life deeply valuable.

Rhysand would have destroyed the Illyrians or the Hewn City whole cloth without flinching to protect Velaris.

Amarantha didn’t care about Rhysand beyond fleeting pleasure and maybe revenge if you believe Rhysand’s story. She wasn’t drawn to him because he was already dark and terrible. Already corrupted by power, with no lines he wouldn’t cross. He delighted in killing and torturing for her, again and again.

She was obsessed with Tamlin because he was good. Good and bright and handsome and honorable. Rhysand was little more than a mirror of cruelty.

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Hiiii can you do the crew and their kinks and some smut please!!

yuhyuhyuhyuh~ I can indeed!!

Curly

-listen. Deep down I think this man is a total freak. So he's got some strange ones. -Innocence/corruption kink. he is so turned on by taking a girl (or boy's) virginity. It makes him feel so... above everyone. He's a bit selfish sometimes. But also, because he really wants to take care of someone and give them a great first introduction to sex. He wants you to get so attached to him, that you'll never leave his side. He wants you all to himself. -Pussy worshipping. (I'm getting all of these from wikipedia btw.) More likely just worshiping in general, but definitely centered around your cunt. Like, he will spend hours licking at your clit and eating you out to get you readily prepared for him. Or, he won't even fuck you. Just solely focusing on your pleasure alone. (although.. will probably stroke himself while he goes down on you.) -Face fucking. Deep down, this man is a total sub for this. Like.. if you're a female, he'll let you ride his face 100 percent. If you're a dude, hey, why not. Use his mouth. He doesn't mind. (aslong as you don't make him deepthroat; he's not so good at that.) -Thigh riding/frottage. HUMP. THIS. MAN. he will gladly let you sit on his thigh while he works and let you go to town. He's so obsessed with feeling you lose yourself on him without needing his cock, fingers, or mouth, just purely using his body to get yourself off. Makes him feel like he's perfect for you. <3

Jimmy -okay.. so like... he's freaky. Outwardly freaky. -Bimbofication. Basically... he wants to fuck you stupid. Literally. He wants you dumb and ditzy, constantly thinking about him and his cock. God forbid you think about someone else; that mind of yours belongs to him and him only. -sadism/masochism. He likes to be hurt, and he likes to hurt. Bite him, scratch him, slap him, all that. He loves it. And he does the same thing to you; he is, in no means, vanilla. He will leave you marked up afterwards. He doesn't think sex is fun if it's not rough; he wants it to be exciting and hot, not lame and boring. -Orgasm denial/control. He loves controlling when and how you can get off. Will often ruin your orgasm just to watch you whine and squirm, begging to come. Believes you shouldn't be able to cum as an act of punishment. Mouthing off to him? You aren't allowed to get off today. -degradation. whoooo boy. He is saying the most vile, nasty shit to you during sex. Calling you a slut for taking it, telling you how pathetic you look sucking him off, all that wonderful stuff. Like I said, he's rough. It's rare to get praise or any sort of affection from him, unless you're doing something really good for him.

-Dacryphillia. likes seeing you cry. Maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure. It kinda ties in with his sadism thing a bit.. He likes the fact that he's making you feel so good you're sobbing in pleasure.

Daisuke (Cis daisuke.. sorry yall :-(

he's a young man. He's kinky as hell. (As a fellow 18 year old I get it.) -Praise. For him, and for you. He loves whispering sweet nothings and little bits of praise in your ear when you're taking him just as much as he loves getting praised. Seriously. If you call him a good boy he's willing to do ANYTHING you want. And I mean anything. Will go dog mode. -Pegging. Oh he LOOOOOVES getting the shit fucked out of him by a hot girl with a nice strap. He's afraid its weird since most girls want a man who's on top, but he wants to be dominated. He wants to be taken care of, and be absolutely wrecked at the same time. So fucking him with your strap is the perfect way to make him feel good. -Oral (both receiving and giving.) His favorite form of sex is definitely oral. Going down on someone makes him feel like he's doing something right and making his partner feel good. He likes to believe he's not too shabby; He's got a good tongue on him, exercised by his endless yapping. He loves receiving it too. Huuuuge fan of deepthroat. He will be perfectly satisfied with you sucking him off and won't want anything else. He's also super noisy; moans, grunts, whines, babbling and all of that good stuff. Your mouth is just so perfect and feels so good, he can't help it. -Cock slapping. He's a little bit of a pain junkie. I think he has a lot of piercings, so he's used to a bit of pain. If you're jerking him off and you slap at his dick, he loves it. Whines like a puppy. He also doesn't mind being slapped on the face, ass, chest.. he just likes slapping a bit. Not too hard, though! He can only handle so much! -Creampie. If you're a girl, you need to keep some plan b's around and get on birth control, because he's cumming inside of you almost constantly. He blames it on the fact that he doesn't like the feeling of condoms, but really he just likes watching his cum leak out of you. Makes him feel like he did a good job. Plus, it makes him feel way closer to you, since there isn't any boundary on him. He can feel everything, and he's addicted to the sensation of his cum shooting into you.

Anya

-mommy kink. hear me out.. hear me out y'all... Anya as a Dommy Mommy. I think she'd be all for it. And no, this doesn't have anything to do with her pregnancy and wanting to be a mother, she just likes it. Like, if y'all are fucking and she hears, the word 'mommy' slip past your lips, she leans into it and refers to herself as your Mommy the rest of the night. And will keep doing it. It gives her a sense of control and power that she normally doesn't get. -Tribbing/scissoring. I think she's a hardcore lesbian girl kisser. Sorry but like.. diva is wearing sandals and a striped shirt, with a wolfcut.. she likes WOMEN. So yeah, she likes bumping clits. Especially in a position where she's on top. I feel like she's a service Dom, kinda like Curly is. She's gonna dominate you but she'll be nice about it. Like, missionary with your legs around her so she gets good access. She's not a rough or fast rubber, she likes it slow and sensual. She wants to feel all of the sensations. -Romantic/passionate. She is a sucker for sweet love making. She wants rose petals, kisses, sweet tender treatment. And she wants to give that to you as well. She wants to take it slow and steady with you, figure out what the both of you like and need from eachother.

Swansea -what the fuck is a kink. IM SORRY. I really wanted to write what he would be into but I just... don't see him being that kinky... I'm sorry Swansea lovers i've failed you.

[centrally-unplanned]

I somewhat favor mass deportation from Palestine. I don't see how the situation on the ground will get better, and while deportation will in itself be awful, "100 years from now, the Palestinian diaspora will enjoy quality-of-life (social, political, economic) equivalent to their local communities" seems more plausible than, "100 years from now, the Palestinian people will enjoy a fair standard of living in Palestine."

I don't like this. I feel bad about this. It's not a "good" plan. But I don't know what else is more than "pie in the sky" thinking, and the status quo is worse.

I am not gonna be an asshole to you about this like I bet you would expect many here to be, I am a realist and I think that realism is typically the right approach. I see the logic that given [X], it would be better for the people of Gaza to simply leave. After all, I approve of refugees in general! I do not blame for "not staying" or some other dumb bullshit, becoming a refugee is the good and right response to many situations. If we could welcome the entire population of Gaza into the wider Austin metro area (climate match + capable of building the housing) I would do so.

But it seems very important to clarify what that [X] is - in this case, it is the myopic obsession the Israeli right has with being genocidal maniacs in order to paint-by-numbers a semi-arid scrubland to match the deranged musings of a book from over a thousand years ago. They could just not do that! They don't have any reason, whatsoever, to do it. The "unsustainability" of the Israeli-Palestine conflict is entirely an invention of the Israeli state. That does not mean there could be kumbaya-levels peace or anything - the PLO are corrupt reprobates and Hamas are, of course, radical authoritarians worshiping at the altar of useless historical grievances and infected with a death cult. But that describes like 30% of the planet, and they get along. China-Taiwan is sustainable, North Korea-South Korea is sustainable, India-Kashmir is sustainable! The median number of deaths from "terrorism" in Kashmir doesn't even glance the murder rate in the typical large Indian city. The world keeps turning, life goes on. It is only human action, direct choices by individuals with full capacity to do better, that takes these conflicts and make them unsustainable.

Israel could, trivially, recognize Palestinian statehood or even just general autonomy, defend its borders, punish the occasional missile strike that would surely still occur with minimalist force, and turn the world against the aggressors diplomatically. Saudi Arabia would sell out Hamas in a heartbeat for that. The rest of the world, could - less trivially but not actually that hard because Israeli is tiny - simply inform Israel they will no longer recognize their silly crusade against Palestinian statehood and if they want to block US/EU navy ships from delivering food they can meet our nuclear weapons out in the parking lot. You will not have perfection but you will have millions of people living their normal lives, neither being faced with anything close to a threat of mass-scale ethnic cleansing.

So I do get what you're saying, I just think that hope has to be framed correctly - given that the millions of other much easier paths to a better outcome that could be easily pursued by any of the involved people are going to be ignored because the actors in question are combinations of vile or incompetent, maybe your path is the right one. That isn't ironic, I actually do get it. But I do think once those paths are fully visible, swallowing that pill becomes a lot harder.

(I'm not saying there are no Palestinian sins or agency btw, this is just a post about depopulating Gaza - this is a situation where Israel holds all the cards. Different topics would have different framings)

[m00neroni]

in response to your latest reblog re: popular fics, are there any lesser known fics you'd recommend? I feel like every tiktok or tumblr rec list is full of the same stuff now... preferably on the medium to long side (90k+)

oh, hi, nonnie! love this ask because I love yapping about fics! it feels like my moment! let's see, 90k+ directly from my very messy bookmarks that are, in my opinion, highly underrated:

(The yapping got too long, sorry)

Precious Love by AdrianManwaring: Remus and Sirius, upon moving to a new city, are called to become foster parents. Really lovely story about family and finding a place in the world. (kid fic-adoption. established wolfstar. 188k.)

call it fate, call it karma by veridity: Sirius wants to make an entire corrupt empire fall down and recruits Remus, a journalism student with a big sense for justice and his sworn enemy since, probably, day 1. A personal favourite, highly highly recommended. (university au. journalism. 103k)

Harry Potter and the Dog and The Wolf Series by thewholeofthemoon (on-going, main story finished): The Full Moon doesn't fall during the Shack reunion, so Peter never escapes and things adjust according to it. I always recommend this series for a reason. One of my favourite wolfstar. I've reread it several times. (fix-it/canon rewrite. 605k)

Second Generation Series by @languagelessonswolfstar: Teddy is found in a broom closet with his boyfriend, Leo, who happens to be Sirius' kid. When their parents are called into school, things get a bit awkward, considering they are exes. Completely obsessed with this fic and this dynamic and the pain.

Glorified Foresight by irrelevanttous: Remus comes back to England with the promise of Wolfsbane and has to face his previous life, very pissed off with him ex lover included. This fic is such a fucking rollercoaster. It also has one of my favourite magical battle scenes so !! (kinda enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again! and a mystery! canon divergence. 157k)

How Long 'Til My Sould Gets It Right by @severedreamerfox: Remus and Sirius try to build a life together while they stay at Grimmauld Place. But destiny has its surprises, ones better than others. If you know me, you know how much I love krabapple's fics, but this will probably always be my favourite, not only of hers but of any fic ever. Highly recommended. (bring back black. mpreg. 88k)

The World Is Waiting For You by thechanchanman: Lily and Remus participate in a reality show around the world. Their main rivals happen to become more than that at quick speed, but first, they need to win the race. Very light funny and lovely story if you need fluff in your life. (amazing race au. 92k)

couple more, this time shorter:

Ullswater by @eyra: Winter term at the Ullswater Institute. Lots of classical music, pining and just, so lovely. (university au. 30k)

Let Me Get What I Want (This Time) by Sierra_Sitruc: Teen Sirius starts having visions that seem from a different life. Personal favourite, right at the top and brilliant concept. (canon divergence/fix-it. 69k)

The Adventures of Captain Sirius Black and His Most Excellent Dragon Padfoot by OptimisticDinosaur: Sirius is a pirate who, somehow, gets adopted by a lovely dragon and fights a war alongside a very grumpy Remus. They fall in love while on it. THE DRAGONS !!!! THE ACTION !!! just so good (historical fantasy. 37k)

The Killing Time (unwillingly mine) by @kaaaaaaarf: Sirius loves getting engaged to lame and insufficient men, so Remus takes matters into his own hands. I love this fic so much I went down a rabbit hole of making all my friends read it, so trust my delirium. (murder husbands. 17k)

9 Months by @billspaid: Lily is expecting, and these are the nine months of her journey. Such an amazing and heartwarming fic from such an amazing and talented friend. Any of her works is brilliant, but this one will always be my favourite. (pregnancy fic. 32k.)

Blood Sugar Sex Moony by @emeryhall: Sirius and Remus from 1981 London are magically deposited in 1995 Sunnydale High, with its cliques and a bit of murder. The concept of this fic is the coolest thing ever I devoured it in a day !! (canon divergence. 63k)

Step & Repeat by @theresthesnitch: In which Remus accepts to be famous actor Sirius' fake boyfriend, they platonically share bed and live in a lovely denial. I want to remark not only the amazing writing and story but also the media content used in the fic, because it is such a brilliant work it needs to be addressed. (fake dating au. 62k)

Best Friend's Wedding by amberlink: Sirius is in love with James. But James is marrying Lily. So Sirius has a plan to get James back, and it involves Remus. What can go wrong? An absolute masterpiece of pining and bad decisions. (fake dating au. 61k)

drop your recs too if you want!!

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Vixen/Mari McCabe x Fem! Reader

Author's Note: MY WIFEEEE. I lied ya'll, Mari was actually my first female hero love. This scene of her and the one where she's staring at John when he aims his ring at her changed my brain chemistry.

Warning: Suggestive themes/mentions of sex/yandere behavior obviously.

- Mari would be such a charismatic yandere, she knows how to hide her fangs from her pretty little darling so she doesn't accidentally scare them off. In fact, she'd be really hard to pin down as a yandere because she'd already have her darling wrapped around her finger completely with just her charm, wit, and beauty alone.

- I don't really see her as being a jealous yandere because, like, she's a successful business woman and famous model. Not in a conceited or arrogant way but she knows her darling puts her on a pedestal, so she can only laugh when others dare to try and sway her darling away from her. However she is protective of what's hers. Territorial. She won't outright kill people because being so renowned comes with its limitations but in general, her moral compass (although corrupt) could never allow her to do so. Scaring them off with her power and influence, however? That's more up her alley.

- Leaving lipstick kisses upon your skin and "accidentally" forgetting to remind you to get rid of them. Accidentally "forgetting" her designer bags, earrings, and jewelry at your home so that everyone that enters at least know that you two are very "close friends", and constantly cuddling next to you during stuffy galas and events while draping her arms around you to keep her close and nearby. Whispering sweet nothings in your ears and making you giggle and blush so hard while she sends a smirk at the person who tried to take you away from her. A reminder that they can never have you because Mari has worked hard to become the only apple of your eye.

- In current canon, she does design her own clothes so you becoming her muse in her future designs. No matter your body type, she'd absolutely adore every part of you. Her designs are lovingly drawn with all of your curves in her mind, she bites her lip as her fingers delicately run over the fabric to smooth it out over the mannequin because she knows the color would look absolutely perfect on you. If you ever complain about ill-fitting clothes or want to improve your outfits, don't worry your cute little head about it♡ Mari will be more than happy to do so, especially because it gives her an opportunity to see what kind of clothes you like, and what style preferences you have♡

- The reason why Mari is so obsessed with you is because you make her feel safe. She may protect people but whose there to protect her? She was forced to leave her home, her romances have ended in either tragedy or failure (B'wana Beast fucking dying, her and Bronze Tiger not working out, and John Stewart being a HOMEWRECKER/j), but despite all of that, she stayed strong and never let it get in the way of her duties as a hero.

- But then you came into her life. You became her friend and close confidant. She told you everything and you were so...kind, compassionate. You put your hand over hers and told her how much you admired her for being so strong...but that you also felt so bad that she had no one to lean on, no one she felt that she could depend on, that she always had to be the one to keep the brave face. Maybe its because you understood what it was like to feel that way, maybe it was out of extreme empathy but you smiled up at her.

- "Mari, I might not be able to fly or save the world like you do, but....I want to be there for you. I admire you, not just for your strength or your bravery, but because your heart is so big and has gone through so much. Please, let me help you the same way you help everyone else!"

- And once she felt her heart skip a beat, she realized that she could never let you go. Because she finally had someone who she could come home to, someone who she felt safe enough to not be Vixen or renowned supermodel/ fashion designer. But Mari McCabe, the woman who helps people because she wasn't able to help the ones she loved. But not you, she'll be ready this time.

- After all, she's not oblivious to the risks of what happens to civilians who date heroes. She's seen it again and again with her coworkers and friends. So while she won't kill villains, she will give them a message they will never forget. Scratch it into their minds with her perfectly manicured and sharp nails that you are not be touched and that she will happily give them reasons not too.

- She really isn't that bad of a yandere. She would love to spoil you but she would have enough empathy to not straight up rob you of your independence. Not to mention that unlike traditional yanderes who want to lock their darlings away, Mari would love to flaunt you at her side. Showing you off in cute outfits that she bought/made you herself, taking you with her to different countries where she has a photoshoot at so you two can make a vacation of it, and having everyone gawk at you and her the moment you two walk into the room knowing they can look at you but they can't touch.

- She tries her best to keep you out of her work but if you notice her stressed or upset, you beg her for the chance to make her feel better. That can either mean having a nice relaxing bath with rose petals and soothing salts with her, massaging her tense muscles and aching body from a hard night of fighting and acrobatics, or maybe something a bit more physical. Maybe even all three. Either way, it will always end with her using her fingers to draw various shapes and patterns on your bare skin as she purrs softly into your comforting kisses and sweet praise. Her grip on you tightening and a small playful whine pulled from her lips whenever you stop for even a second.

- SHE WOULD TOTALLY RECOGNIZE YOU FROM SCENT ALONE AS WELL and her heightened senses are HIGHLY tuned to every detail about you. When she's halfway at the door of the luxury apartment she convinced you to live with her in, she smiles at the sounds of your scurrying feet as you excitedly anticipate the return of your lovely girlfriend. The way that she loves to sniff your hair and during sex, would so have a thing for pressing her nose against your body and letting herself get dizzy and drunk off your delicious scent♡ She savors every touch and intimate moment you two share like a fine meal, worshipping every part of your body and letting you do the same to hers, she will have every aspect of you memorized like the back of her hand.

- When she feels insecure or unconfident, she needs you. She lays her head on your lap and wants you to tell her that it will all be better. As prideful of a woman as she is, she can't deny the fact that she feels herself get soft around you. But that doesn't make you her weakness. Quite the opposite actually. Because even when the odds are against her, even when it seems like the villains have the upper hand, Mari will keep pressing on. Her urge to fight and protect stronger than ever and its all because of you. She fights so hard to get back home to you, she will gladly take every hit and injury if it means you'll be back home to kiss it better. She refuses to go down because you'll be by yourself, your beautiful eyes teary eyed, and your poor sweet heart broken because of her. The thought alone drives her insane with determination and anger because Mari will always be there to wipe away your tears, just like you have hers, and she will push herself above and beyond to get back to you.

- In terms of her being aware of her own yandere tendencies, she is aware that the feelings she has for you are wrong. That her dark thoughts aren't the normal jealous/possessiveness that people typically feel for their partners. But she will also justify to herself that its for your own good and besides...you love her, right? You'd totally accept her and the ugly side of her affections but there's no need to reveal all of that to you now. Instead just focus on her distractions and flirtations.

- Because they keep you from seeing that you foolishly wandered into the lioness's den and that there's no way to escape it now♡

[forsaken-headcanons]

https://www.tumblr.com/forsaken-headcanons/777183741705633792/you-know-what-it-flight-rising-ifies-your?source=share

Hey, uh. Remember this? Well I was unhappy with a few of these, so it's headcanon updating time, baby!

Chance is now a Bogsneak because I think his calm, cool persona is mostly a facade/the flashy, fake nature of casinos kinda fits the vibe with how bogsneaks are manmade. That, and Bogsneaks are cool.

007n7 gets to be a Serthis (snake person). The term "snake" can mean a treacherous or deceitful person according to Google, and Serthis (and all Beastclans/non dragons in general) are known for not getting along with dragonkind. Now we got a noodle son and his noodle dad :)

Elliot is now a Harpy (bird person) because I think it'd be cool if Rush Hour was replaced with him quickly flying forwards. His family's restaurant is one of the only ones in the area that accepted dragon patrons alongside their usual Beastclan ones, and thus it isn't very hard for him to coexist with the other survivors. Oh, and the Spectre clipped his wings so he can't just fly away :(

The more I thought about a Flight Rising-ified iTrapped, the more I liked the idea of him being a siren-themed Maren (merman).

Taph (who wasn't even out when I shared part 1 of this iirc) is a Tengu/Corven (bird person, but more bird than person.) I've fallen victim to the winged Taph propaganda lol. Most Beastclan lore is gonna be rewritten soon so this isn't gonna fit for long, but there's a parallel to be made with Tengu and how they lost their minds due to their beliefs/spirituality, and canon Taph's unhealthy obsession with Builderman. His wings aren't clipped, but he ironically has a fear of heights.

Both John and Jane Doe were Pearlcatchers (horned dragons that carry a pearl that represents their souls) at one point, mostly because I said so. Jane remained unchanged, while John still became an Aberration, with one of his heads being a manifestation of his corruption. I can imagine an angsty moment where Jane's looking for her husband, only to find his broken and discarded pearl </3

You know how I said Builderman would be a Gaoler? After some consideration, I'd rather him be a Ridgeback, honestly. I mean- they do hail from the Lightning flight, which is known for its hard-working engineers and electrical workers. It fits better than 007n7 did in my opinion.

I could ramble on and on, but since this ask is already long, I'll end with a killer I hadn't talked about yet: Guest 666 used to be a Guardian (I feel like all Guests would be Guardians for the most part), but was made into an Obelisk (bulky, catlike earth dragon). He don't bite-

HIYA DRAKO!! :D

ok in relation to this we searched up everything here and this fits so well oml?? peak headcanons huehue. yoinked!

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Anakin who’s fallen for a senator reader , the only problem is that she’s in an arranged marriage to someone else !! 😲 love to hear your thoughts and I hope your doing ok 

Oh boy, this is going to be so problematic.... GIF may be Clone Wars, but this is just in general. Him and Padmé aren't together in this concept.

Yandere! Anakin Skywalker with Senator! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Assassination, Anakin screws up politics/probably starts a war because he loves you too much, Dubious relationship.

You first met Anakin when he was assigned as your personal protector by the Jedi Council.

Naturally, as a Senator, you'd need protection from potential assassinations.

Any government has its corruption, so you'd need some sort of extra protection.

Especially due to your arranged marriage to create good political ties between two planets.

You're a human Senator that was selected to marry another for the sake of keeping up peace.

Not everyone is on board with such a marriage, and due to your influence in the Senate, people naturally want you dead.

Which leads to Anakin being sent to guard you.

At first, Anakin may not care about your arranged marriage.

But the longer he's around you... He feels increasingly envious.

It takes time, your arranged marriage doesn't actually occur until months after you have Anakin as your personal guard.

Relationships and personal connections are banned within the Jedi Order.

So, Anakin having feelings for you is immediately wrong.

Not only that, but you're set to marry someone else.

Which is even more wrong.

Safe to say, you are someone Anakin can't have.

Or... shouldn't have... even if he wants that.

By this point, Anakin is still mostly devoted to the Jedi Order.

He knows while his feelings are normal... He can't act on them.

He's a guard, staying beside you to prevent assassination attempts or Sith attacks.

Despite this... You two share conversation often.

How could you not? Your guard is with you all the time.

You often chat while you read in the libraries or do your usual tasks.

Both of you are bound by duty, might as well make the most of it.

Naturally the conversation is about duty... which leads into your arranged marriage.

Anakin can't help but bring it up.

He's drawn to the conversation topic, often asking if you're happy about it and if you're nervous.

You humor him by answering questions, not expecting much from it.

Not like he as a Jedi can do anything about it except protect you.

Your responses are often off-handed as you're invested in some book or meeting material.

There's a couple times you meet your betrothed, usually for political matters.

He's a decent man, most likely a human like you to be able to produce children.

Each meeting you have with your betrothed makes Anakin seethe.

The Jedi can't believe he's glaring at your fiancé with so much hate.

He shouldn't have such feelings of envy.

However... Anakin has always been an individual controlled by emotion.

Why else do you think he becomes a Sith?

He feels your marriage is forced, regardless of if you like the guy or not.

He wants you safe and happy.

Something Anakin feels he could do for you.

Anakin wishes you two could both run away from your responsibilities.

Unfortunately, you're very attentive to your duty as a Senator.

Even if Anakin admitted how he feels, you'd turn him down.

He's your guard, that is all...

He hates it.

Like the Sith, this whole situation fills him with hate.

Anakin would most likely try to manipulate you into giving in and running from him.

Yet, if you're not interested in him, then he might have to resort to other means.

I can't tell if this is too OOC or not, but imagine if an assassination was planned against your betrothed.

Anakin knows he should probably tell someone or prevent it (if he himself didn't orchestrate it)... but what if he's selfish enough to not?

What if Anakin allows the assassination of your betrothed to occur?

He'd never let an assassin near you.

But your betrothed? He could care less.

You may be devastated, yet Anakin stays stoic.

He pretends he isn't elated that your betrothed is dead.

Instead, he says it isn't safe anymore... you need to go into hiding.

Yes, Anakin could care less about the political issues any of this causes.

It's even worse if Anakin somehow helped in it and now two sides blame one another.

Insert possible war here.

All Anakin cares about is taking advantage of the situation.

It's selfish, it's so damn selfish, but for now he has you all to himself?

While you're in hiding... He just has to convince you to love him....

Surely you'll fall for him since he's protecting you?

He's careful with it, trying to be subtle and make you fall for him on your own.

He's desperate....

If you're concerned about him in the Order... things can be secret!

That... or maybe he'll just leave?

I would say this feels OOC... but considering what Anakin does in the future... It's not too far-fetched?

Overall, Anakin would try to suffocate his feelings due to the duty of both of you.

Yet the moment he gets the chance to act on them, murder or not...?

He'll take that chance in a heartbeat.

[viridescentelf]

Investment - Sylus x Reader Part 2

here it is folks, the naughty part

this took me an ungodly amount of time bc i knew what i wanted to happen, but i couldn‘t write it due to it lacking any kind of story logic lol.

BUT THEN i realized: „if I met sylus, there‘d be zero logic to my actions too 🫠“

so lol i want to eat this man alive, enjoy doing that in this fic

lady gaga also dropped this banger at the right time

WARNINGS: 18+, general NSFW, possesive and obsessive behavior, explicit sex, not proofread

Part 1

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You woke up the next morning and couldn’t believe the previous night you had.

You had dropped into your bed in the outfit Sylus got for you. The gorgeous, sparkling shoes lay discarded near the foot of the bed and the mastercrafted coat hung sadly over the huge pile of laundry you had.

Sitting up, you rubbed the dried sleep out of your eyes. This was an exhaustion you hadn’t felt in a long while. Annoyingly, the very first thought you had this morning was of Sylus. It felt like he had imprinted himself on you, a lingering smell that you couldn’t wash off.

Uncertainty clouded your mind, leaving you at a crossroads on how to proceed.

Would you tell your chief what happened?

But you had made one decision. You didn’t report him the second you got out. And you weren’t sure why.

What was it that anchored your decision, causing you to pause?

His face flashed before your eyes: the way he stared at you while tucking your hair away left you breathless. His eyes lingered on you, drifting over you as if he was measuring for his feast.

You shook your head. This couldn’t really be the reason. How reductive!

You couldn’t believe it. Were you attracted to him that much that it made you lose your ability to do your job?

He was a dangerous person. And you could stop him.

Deciding to go about your morning for some semblance of normalcy, you stood up and took off the outfit while walking towards the shower.

The hot water cascaded over your body, washing away the remnants of last night's makeup and the lingering scent of Sylus' cologne. You stood there, letting the steam envelop you, trying to clear your mind. But his red eyes kept appearing in your thoughts, piercing through the fog. You shook yourself every time.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and padded to the kitchen. The familiar routine of making coffee and toast grounded you somewhat. The rich aroma of the brew filled the small apartment.

As you waited for your toast to pop, you absent-mindedly tidied up. Dirty dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, crumbs swept off the counter. Your movements were mechanical, your mind still racing with thoughts of Sylus and the decision that loomed before you.

The toast popped and you picked one up and shoved it in your mouth while walking around your apartment, bending over and over to collect various items on the floor - leading towards your bedroom.

Munching on the remnants of the crust, you walked back into your bedroom and the grand coat on the large pile drew your eyes towards it. You might as well fold the rest of the laundry.

You picked up the coat at an awkward angle and something heavy fell out of the pocket onto your rug.

The shiny, black device stared up at you and you instantly recognized it as a cellphone. It wasn’t yours.

Eyes narrowing, you bent down, picked it up and the glare of its screen hit your face. It was fully charged.

Your stomach flared again. A nauseating curiosity nagging at you to examine it further. The smarter choice was bringing it into the station and having forensics take it apart.

It could be a trap. A way to corrupt the station even further.

Maybe you needed to make sure it was safe, first.

Yeah. That made sense.

You quickly opened the phone. It was mostly blank, no background and only a few essential apps. There was no passcode.

There were no messages. No pictures.

But there was one contact.

It simply said: Sylus

You stared at the name as if expecting it to vanish before your very eyes.

He must’ve slipped this phone into your pocket to keep tabs on you.

Or so you could contact him and give your answer.

You stood back up, holding the little thing in your hands, pacing up and down the room. Your body reacted strangely: a wave of excitement meshed with overwhelming fear. You were in too deep already and completely lost on what to do.

Annoyed at your own indecision, you threw the tiny device onto your bed and gathered your uniform together.

You needed to get to work and tell your chief that a) you were alive and b) what had happened to you.

While buttoning the shirt, your hand instinctively checked for the necklace charm so that it wouldn‘t get tangled in the collar. You felt bare skin and your touch grew more hasty.

Your necklace. It was gone. Immediately looking around your feet to see if it had fallen, your mind tracked the last times you were aware of it.

The only conscious time you could recollect was with Sylus. He had played with it before touching your hair.

You squinted. No, he wouldn‘t take it, would he?

It must be somewhere in your apartment.

Deciding to worry about that after work, seeing as you were already late, you quickly threw on the jacket, hopped into your boots and fell out of the front door.

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You lied.

Your chief pulled you into a semi interrogation to ask what happened to you.

You said Sylus drugged you and you couldn’t remember anything.

The chief paced around you, obviously disappointed that you hadn‘t learned anything more important, and you noticed he didn‘t ask how you were. At all.

That expendable, huh.

You weren‘t sure why you kept the previous night‘s events secret. Obviously, you needed more time to figure out what you wanted to do… the chief would just arrest him and you would never get a chance to see Sylus again and learn more about the mob‘s inner workings.

Strangely, the thought of never seeing him again really bothered you.

And your chief not caring about your well-being was a bit of a sting. As you learned yesterday, if it hadn‘t been for Sylus, you‘d be dead right now.

Your day was semi-normal. You wrote a report about the lie you told and returned home with a few groceries you‘d probably forget about in your fridge.

You kept looking for your necklace. You checked under your bed, in the bathroom, in the hallway, even in the staircase up to your apartment.

It had vanished. And Sylus‘ touching it kept creeping into your mind.

The foreign phone on your bed taunted you every time you walked into your bedroom. It stood out like a sore thumb on your white bedsheets, luring you to use it.

It felt like Sylus was calling you, the thing lingering in your home and knowing you couldn‘t keep your mind off him with it there.

Maybe he had found it at his place. Or in his car.

You didn‘t really want to give him the satisfaction of contacting him so soon. But you also loved that necklace a lot.

You stared at the black screen, letting your fingers run through your hair while you thought.

The necklace wasn‘t in your home. You were sure of it. You had checked everywhere.

You had no choice.

Grabbing the phone, you flipped it open. Surprisingly, it was still fully charged. You tapped through it and found the singular name in the contacts again.

You typed out the message, left it in the void of the text box for a while as you continuously argued with yourself if this was a good idea. It was just jewelry. It wasn‘t that important…

Fuck it, you thought. And pressed send, despite your head screaming at you.

Did you find a necklace at your place?

Throwing the phone back on your bed, you started walking out of the room.

Vrr. Vrr.

A reply. And so fast.

You paused in the door way and stared at the thing on your bed.

Shaking your head, you started walking again when another vibration came from your sheets.

You rolled your eyes and returned to the annoying phone, picking it up and opening it.

Two messages from Sylus.

You sighed and clicked on his name.

Your eyes widened when you saw what he had sent you.

He sent a picture of his collarbone (you recognized his hair), your necklace sitting nicely around his neck.

The second message was in text form:

Did you mean this one? Pretty, isn‘t it? I paid 50 mill for it.

You hastily typed back, pressing the send button with extra force:

Give it back!

You held the phone in your hands. Waiting for a reply.

Now, he took his time. As if he knew you were waiting.

Another vibration with a new chat bubble.

Mine now. Just like you.

You stared completely perplexed at the last line. The digital letters mocking you. Your stomach flared with a strange mixture of anger, fear and (oddly) butterflies, that bounced around as if chased by hawks.

Taking a deep breath, you typed out your response. You needed your necklace back, it meant a lot to you, you said.

Sylus responded almost immediately with another picture of it around his neck, this time with the charm between his teeth.

Your eyes twitched all around the lustful grin on his lips. Lightning boomed from your nape down your spine.

The next response came shortly after while you were transfixed with the image:

Come and get it, kitten.

Staring at the last chat bubble and the image above, you gulped. There was an easy solution to this: have. him. arrested. Then you‘d get your necklace back! Easy!

It was so simple. But a little, stupid voice in your head whispered an even more alluring No.

Was he flirting with you?

What was this odd game he was playing?

You knew he wanted an informant inside the police force, that must mainly be his motivation for teasing you. Messing with you.

He was playing with fire, though, not knowing if you would turn him in at any moment.

The amount of risk he was taking with you. The gamble. The flirting. You felt your temperature rise to a dangerous level.

That picture of his (no! It was YOUR) necklace in his mouth… it awakened something deep in you. A vision of the two of you entangled, steamy air and breathy moans, crashed over you so suddenly, as you stood there rooted with a foreign desire you were unsure where it came from.

You shouldn‘t. And that made it so much more enticing.

Catching yourself, you threw the phone on your bed and stared at it like it had just slapped you across the face.

You shook your head and decided to go do something else to take your mind off of all this nonsense. You started cooking, abandoning the meal halfway through. You did some stretching. You read a book you never picked up before. You started cleaning your bathroom tiles with a toothbrush. You scrubbed the toilet. You organized your bookshelf three times.

All the while, the phone sat on your bed. Watching you.

Hours passed and the idea still plagued you. You kept seeing him hovering over you, your necklace dancing vivaciously as he drilled into you. Turning on music made your mind escalate even further, none of the tasks distracted you, so you decided to go for a walk in the evening light.

Fresh air would help ease your mind.

The dusk light hit your eyes the second you walked out into the street. You heard a crow caw behind you, but took no real notice of it.

You walked with no clear direction in mind (yes you were. You just didn‘t want to admit it), reaching the train station. The bustle of the tracks filled your ears, as you stepped into the next train that came.

No. You weren‘t heading towards him. You just happened to take the train that lead to the edge of town. Where he took you last night. Where his penthouse was.

A random stop. You‘d get out at a random spot. Not the station closest to his penthouse. You weren‘t going there.

You got out and watched your body walk itself towards the large, looming complex. You could see his penthouse from here.

You weren‘t going to go into the building. Just passing by it.

How could you ignore the open door the worker had left open to quickly grab more supplies to wash the big windows?

His floor was on the top. You just pressed the highest number by accident.

You stood in front of his door. What were you doing?

You were getting your necklace back, that‘s what!

You knocked. And waited. You waited for an odd amount of time. Enough time to turn around and leave.

The footsteps made the hair on the back of your neck curl. You could still leave. The elevator was still there.

You heard the handle move, a clicking sound and the deep brown door swung open. Your heart exploded.

Sylus stood before you, sweaty, wearing a red and black tanktop and workout pants, gloves around his hands. He clearly had been working out.

Your necklace lay neatly between his collar bones, nestled there. Waiting for you. Welcoming you back with a soft pendulum when he tilted his head.

Your eyes met and the red gleam pierced you like the first time. He was smiling, triumphantly.

„What have we he-“, he started.

Something snapped inside you.

You flung your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you. He crashed into your lips with the muffled sentence he was starting vibrating in your mouth. You weren’t sure how he‘d react, you just needed him. Now.

You could‘ve died yesterday. He saved you.

To your luck, Sylus quickly reciprocated the energy and thrust his tongue into you, exploring your expecting body thoroughly. You had pulled him with such force that you crashed into the opposite wall in the hallway, your hands fervently grabbing his muscles, his hair, tugging up his sweat drenched shirt to feel his abs against you. He picked you up and slammed your back into the wall while your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. You felt his large hands clasp your ass and squeeze tightly, you both groaned into each other as the kiss grew more intense and untidy.

You released from his lips, as you were pulling the tank top over his shoulders and head. He was doing the same to your pants. Realizing he couldn’t do it while you were flung around him like that, he set you down and pulled them down fast, not even bothering to unbutton.

Standing again and missing his addicting kiss, you pulled him down again to continue feasting on his tangy, soft mouth. He laughed breathily into you, while you two staggered back towards his apartment.

Sylus wouldn’t release from you, bending down to continue making out with you while his right arm was trying to feel for the doorway.

You were growing more impatient as he slowly backed into the arch, so you decided to jump. The force of you jumping into his arms, and swinging your legs around him, made him topple back onto the floor into the apartment.

The thud made both of you groan slightly, but you quickly reassembled yourselves to keep the momentum going. With one leg, you kicked the door closed. His tanktop and your pants lay abandoned in the hallway.

You climbed on top of him, feeling him hard and begging to be released beneath his pants as you ground yourself up and down his length. He moaned so deeply into your mouth again: the rumbling turning you on even more.

Reluctantly releasing the kiss, you scooched down and pulled his trousers down, finally seeing the beautiful, thick and throbbing cock that was waiting for you. You licked up his length, with Sylus shuddering at the touch of your hungry tongue. You needed him in you, this very second. Pulling your underwear aside, you hovered yourself over him and plummeted down.

The second he entered you, your entire spine erupted with fireworks and eagerness. He filled you up so good that you let out an involuntary, deep sigh in chorus to Sylus‘ clenched moan.

His breath was so ragged and animalistic, while his hands gripped your thighs and slapped your ass hard.

Sylus tried to sit up and turn you over so you would be under him, but you pushed him back down, wanting him to submit to your wishes. It became an odd tug of war, where he continuously tried to get you to listen, but ultimately caved when you moved faster and faster on top of him, fucking his brains out - committing murder.

You didn‘t think he would be this vocal, but he was loving how you felt.

Without warning, Sylus suddenly gripped your hips so hard and tightly that you couldn‘t have moved if you wanted to. He had been letting you have control this whole time, enjoying the violent craving you had for him.

He smiled up at you, a sweat drop running down his neck and reaching your beautiful necklace - the chain all wavy and the charm hiding behind his head.

„My turn…“ he purred and thrust up hard into you, clenching every muscle in his legs to go as deep as he could. Your head fell back and you screamed at the heated impact. His pace was easy at first and he reached the very end of you. Every slow push knocked at the very edge of your limit and he knew you were loving how thick and long he was. His right hand let go of your thigh to slap your ass, hard, and you jolted at the impact. His pace started to quicken until he was crashing up into you. Sitting up, he moved you now up and down on his throbbing dick, biting your ear as he groaned low. Your moaning joined his, growing louder when he finally shifted you so that you were lying on your back on the cold, wooden floor.

Sylus stared at you, like the piece of art he bought and owned now. His cock twitched, wanting to return into you. His large hand grasped your jaw, making you look at him as he pushed himself back into you, slow and decisive.

You were begging him to go faster, wanting to finally reach your climax that you had been chasing this entire time.

He grinned, but didn‘t listen. Taking his time to enjoy every inch of your insides and the amazing view of you writhing under him. He continued to drive into you, decisively filling you up and watching you edge closer and closer to the finish line.

Holding your face, half his hand lay on your neck, and you felt the surge of pleasure erupt within you as Sylus drilled into you faster and faster, elongating your moment as much as he could.

Leaning down, he kissed you hard as he exhaled sharply while the waves of his seed ebbed into you. Both of you catching your breath, staring into your lustful eyes.

Your breath stabilized with his and he kissed your cheek as you coiled softly beneath his godly figure.

Sylus sat back up and ran a finger down your sternum.

He laughed. He was still inside you and started to slowly move again. You were sore. But he wasn‘t finished with you.

„What a fine investment you are…“ he teased, as your necklace glimmered in the light.

Your head fell back as he increased his speed again.

[ellieluvr420]

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We Meet Again, Darling

SYNOPSIS: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

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SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

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Eye for an Eye

SYNOPSIS: Your body yearned for the touch of your girlfriend, the warm embrace that calmed your mind but you couldn't give in, the anger you harboured for her at disappearing with her group for three months without any warning, explanation or even a mention of when she would be back stopped you in your tracks any time you got close to giving in. You loved Abby so much but looking at her made you sick, you couldn't push the feelings down no matter how much you craved for things to go back to what they once were. You hadn't planned this but the anguish in those green eyes mirrored yours and sucked you in before you could think twice about the repercussions of your actions. You made your bed when you made the deal with the auburn-haired stranger, eventually you'd have to lie in it.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Abby

Change They had her, the love of your life, they had her and they were going to die for it.

Guardian Angel A guardian angel getting wrapped up with the human she was supposed to be protecting, a double-edged sword bound to hurt. The memory of you, your calming presence in a time where everything was hanging in the balance haunted her. All she craved was to see you again. She was addicted, obsessed. She needed you in every way but you only appeared in her mind, you were never part of reality. You were her saviour, the blood running through her veins, all she wanted was you, that was all she would ever want.

Ellie

You're mine It was silent, neither of you moved or spoke, your eyes were fixed on each other, neither of you daring to look away. Your eyes were glassy and bloodshot and hers were cold and dark, your nose was sore and running as you sniffled holding the tears in your eyes that were begging to be let free. You didn't understand how a girl that shows you as much love as she does could hurt you so bad.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Abby

Wife Abby

[lilacxquartz]

Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 20

satoru gojo x f!reader x suguru geto

plot: moving to the city from a small town was no easy feat, especially to start teaching as a jujutsu sorcerer.

a/n: part 2, aka the continuation is now in process. warning for newcomers: this is a yandere story with dark (non-con, violence) themes. read on with caution. this story does not romanticise either concept.

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20. Promise

[3 months later]

You have never been one for goodbyes, but life as it had turned out, had already forced you to do so not once, but twice already.

The first time was voluntary; when you had left your sleepy hometown and the long-haunting corrupt influence far behind. It seemed like such a good decision back then, when you at long last, had obtained that prized referral to work at one of the country’s most prestigious Jujutsu institutions. It almost seemed too good to be true, and maybe that’s because it was, because, just like everything else in your life—all of the highs had to come down—inviting the lows to linger, to fester, to… rot.

The second time wasn’t by your own choice, however, but something far, far worse. If you were being honest, you couldn’t have made sense of your situation if you tried. Forced to flee from Tokyo following an obsession that went too far, the ever-lasting consequences of summer had consumed your life to the point where you were once again left a victim of an unrequited influence out of your control.

You’ve had plenty of time to think about just how exactly it all went wrong, too, and just for a while, you were happy to appoint the self-blame. In a twisted sense, you believed that it was your fault for trying to naively infiltrate a jaded world with such fresh hope. Maybe it was wrong of you to have dreamt of a better life; maybe you should never have tried with Jujutsu to begin with. Perhaps you should have taught the ordinary future generations of today because, it wasn’t like they didn’t matter, too. They were more responsible for future cursed energy than they even knew.

…But then again, how were you supposed to know that you were going to be so entangled between… them?

It wasn’t as though you set out to ruin your own life, after all. It was out of your control from the very second you let your guard down—from the moment that you placed your trust in the two people you shouldn’t have. That couldn’t have been on you, though. Surely not.

You did suppose, however, that in some sort of twisted sense, that your return to the city (albeit against your will) could have been considered a reunion of sorts when you were met with those chilling blue eyes once more. What was once a calm blue sea guiding the way now turned out to be a violent storm—its waves dragging you into the murky depths, anchoring you within it—but not quite letting you drown, at least not yet. You instead were trapped. Imprisoned in a floating limbo, forced to endure whatever… this… all was. It was humiliating, perhaps even insulting and you berated yourself mentally every single passing day for not fighting back against Satoru fucking Gojo when he confronted you back in Osaka, but then again, that same pressing question begged your rationality once more; how exactly were you ever supposed to go against someone like him to begin with?

Someone like him, who had the entire world of Jujutsu wrapped right around his finger.

As bleak as it all sounded, as harsh as the reality reigned true; you never had a chance to begin with, did you? Whether you ran away or stayed behind—it would have likely gone this way, because… after a summer of getting to know him, you of all people knew the truth (from learning it the hard way), that Satoru Gojo always got what he wanted.

You sighed as your eyes rolled back to glare at the fluorescent-lit ceiling, the pale flickering glow straining against your eyes. It was almost comedic with how dramatically it all came undone, like it was some sort of sick joke and you were the unsuspecting punchline right at the very end. Tokyo was supposed to be your fresh start away from the monotonous flow of small-town politics and its corrupt influence, so why on earth did it follow you here, too? You did everything right, after all, you studied hard and you persevered, you earned your place in the world, and just as it all finally began to fall into place… it unraveled. It was truly as though the string that you delicately wove through the passage of life was on its last thread, destined to snap from the moment it all connected.

(There was never a chance. There was always something in the way.)

You sat up, trying to avoid the light only to catch a flash of it reflected in the sleek black tiled floors. Closing your eyes in frustration, you tried to think back to the good times. You did suppose that the city was technically everything you had otherwise fantasised it to be; loud, noisy, and bustling with endless life. It was a far cry from the watchful and prying eyes of your quaint town. There was something… special about Tokyo because you were able to simply just… disappear, as one fleeting face of many, a living ghost blurring in and out of the crowd as you had pleased, free at last.

For it to have been taken away just from the introduction of three people, was almost hilarious. It was funny how that all worked. Just three people. Three.

Shoko, bless her heart, was your first real friend who guided you into the person that you desperately yearned to be. Someone both caring yet unrestricted from the confines of a sheltered former adolescence and then, guiding you into the further depths of it all, was… them.

Ah, Suguru Geto. If only you knew, huh? You laid back down with your head now slightly throbbing with a faint aura; the beginning of a migraine. These damned lights. So brooding and mysterious he was—it was a shame that he had to turn out the way that he did—a nightmare disguised as a dream. Was it your fault for admiring him from a distance initially? Did you somehow fall victim to some sort of manipulative act, when you found his calm, almost contemplative personality to be a comfort? His suffocating presence wasn’t something you could quite predict, after all, so possessive and longing, yet somehow subtly so. To have eluded the perceptive gaze of Shoko and even Satoru was almost impressive, but unsurprising because even he managed to fool you at times. Oh, how crazy he made you feel, even for just doubting him at all.

Then there was Satoru Gojo. Ah, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru… Oh, so ever loud and energetic, Satoru… Truth be told, you found him overwhelming at first, but there was a certain quality of his that drew you in. He was good at both carrying the conversation as well as involving you within it, making you feel special when the attention landed on you for just a second and dare you say, even… validated. Just like Suguru however, he couldn’t keep up the act for very long, though, even if he did crumble last. In some ways, he was the most volatile one out of both of them, because beyond that playful facade that he let on, was something else that bubbled and simmered beneath the surface. It was hard to tell at times, but it was certainly there.

Something that wasn’t quite calm, but maybe tender. Something that was… vulnerable and whatever it was, it made him dangerous to be around.

So in the end, if you had to truly reflect, then maybe it was all three of you that were at fault.

All three of you were that were victims of losing yourself in an attempt to look for something meaningful in that endless, unforgiving city. All three of you were subjected to the quickly fleeting addiction that you could never quite hold onto, of being both seen and understood. It was no wonder that you opened up too quickly and too soon, slipping on that pair of rose-tinted glasses longer than you should have. Maybe if you took them off when you had the chance, then you too, could have been yet another passing soul in and out of their lives, but you weren’t.

You got attached and so did they, and now, for a lack of better words, it wasn’t just your life that was ruined, but theirs too. All together, the three of you floated around in an unending, aimless drift, leaving Shoko to pick up the pieces (as usual).

The migraine faded and never thankfully developed, but you still grimaced at the light that flickered all the same. He was home, but not close just yet. All of those riches that lined his pockets and he couldn’t afford to screw in a better bulb for the lights or at least opt for something warmer and less clinical. You wanted to punch that light, to let it shatter and paint the room in a much-needed night, but you couldn’t. So instead, you were illuminated and exposed, plunged into the spotlight, forced to look at the pretty little cell he had confined you to.

Such continuous misery left you wondering if your life could have been… maybe… better if you followed Suguru. In a way, you missed his pretty lies because he at least tried to offer you comfort and see you for who you truly were, but he also hurt you, so you couldn’t forgive him. Twice. He hurt you twice and yet, your mind still drifted to him at times. Why? You couldn’t make sense of it—of him—of the very same man who despite forcing you to bury your past behind and move on—surely had an issue with never letting you go, with never letting anything that ever happened to you… go.

Did this therefore make Satoru better or worse? You didn’t even know anymore. They were both equal runner-ups for the worst human being, that much was for certain. Suguru may have been involved from the start, but he was nothing like Satoru, who was always watching right from the start, more closely than you, or anyone else had ever known. Those burning blue eyes so focused yet serene, locked on you in a way that almost felt invasive. If Suguru was the storm, then Satoru must have been the cataclysm itself.

Devastating. Consequential. Unforgiving.

Indeed, you were never free.

All of the hope, all of the dreams—everything else that fell in between—none of it was ever real.

The only thing that had ever remained consistent throughout this whole experience was the part where Satoru told you that he would never, ever let you go.

The lights above you were now starting to buzz and crackle, fading in and out with every muffled thud. He was approaching. Suddenly, you regretted spending so much time reflecting on the aftermath of your life yet again, knowing that you had spent yet another day moping around, thinking of them, of him… knowing fully well that you were never truly alone.

Satoru would reunite with you every night, on clockwork, never late and always on time.

His voice was calm, always welcoming yet never inviting. You always found yourself flinching as he greeted you, wanting nothing more than to be left alone for the night. Just one night was all you asked him for—it was all you begged for at one point—for him to not talk to you, for him to not… touch you. A single night was all that you asked for, a break from having to play pretend.

“Ah, [name],” Satoru cooed, lowering an unwinding staircase that revealed a mocking glimpse of the room just above. A faint reminder of just how close the surface was, yet so inaccessible. The entrance operated on a motor, using some sort of secret code. There was a dial pad inside of the basement he kept you in as a failsafe just in case it locked him in, but try as you might to crack the code, you never guessed it right and every time you failed, it sent an alert to him. “You haven’t moved an inch from where I left you last! Didn’t I tell you about the importance of needing to stretch, even if it’s just for a minute or two a day?”

“Please just let me go,” you croaked out weakly, knowing that he wasn’t going to oblige, let alone even humour you.

Predictably ignoring your request, he walked over to you, setting down a plain white plastic bag right where you lay, strategically positioning it so that you could spot your favourite snacks and drinks poking out.

“It’s been a hell of a long day, you know,” he continued, adopting a softer tone that almost sounded hopeful, “did you miss me?”

You closed your eyes in an attempt to block him out. “You already know the answer to that one, don’t you?”

Satoru snorted a half-laugh, seeming annoyed but also amused. “You’ll have to admit it one day, [name],” he reminded, “the sooner you learn to… adapt, the sooner it’ll start to look up for you, and maybe, just maybe…” he trailed off, letting the beginning of a promise hang, “I’ll let you see your friends again, maybe I’d even let you see… him,” he paused as he said that last word, his composed demeanour ever so slightly faltering at the indirect mention of Suguru, “so, what do you say?”

You repeated the same answer you always did, “Never, Gojo,” you sighed, already expecting the worst as he took up the free seat next to you on the sofa, settling right where your head lay.

You felt a cold shocking jolt run through your body as his cold hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to meet with his longing yet intense stare. He would do such a thing on occasion, hoping that you would return even a hint of the way you once looked at Suguru before, and yet you didn’t. In your eyes, there was resentment but also, if he looked hard enough, fear.

“What have I told you about being so formal, huh?” he murmured, scoffing a little, “we’ve been over this, you’ll call me Satoru and we’re… we’re going to make this work,” he reminded you, trying to maintain his composure, “I’m not letting you go either way, so you’re going to have to drop that at some point, because like it or not, it’s not up to you how it all goes… it never has been.”

You blinked, unable to reply.

Satoru’s eyes softened for a moment, revealing a hint of internally conflicting vulnerability, maybe even traces of guilt glinting in his stare. “We’ll play pretend for as long as we have to, yeah? We’ll make all of it feel real one day.”

His words cut sharp even if it was just a reminder of something you already knew, that there was some sort of unseen force meddling in the sidelines of your life, forcing you to endure whatever life had in store for you, even if it meant pretending that it was all okay.

One thing did bother you, though.

A question that you looped over and over in the back of your mind and yet you never did dare ask him, as if afraid to hear the answer.

If he was simply fulfilling his promise to never let you go…

…Then why was he punishing you for being here?

[tellmeallaboutit]

give me all your NSFW Raphael headcanons, please <3

GLADLY! TW: those are for Dark!Raphael as always, I don't have any other flavour of Raphael in store.

The more excited Raphael gets, the more he loses control of his tail. It waggles, it slashes the air, it twitches, it lives its own best life.

Generally has a crazy and hard to control libido due to his infernal nature. He is not very happy with this as it makes him easier to influence and control and he is very aware of this.

Absolutely loves tears. Especially licking tears. Has his own rating system for tears based on their purity, roundness, saltiness and clarity. Tav's are 12/10.

Does have problems with finishing too quickly, but his refractory period is so short it doesn't really matter.

Couldn't care less when people stroke his horns. Laughs at the fascination mortals have with them. Plays right into it and doesn't leave his house without giving his horns a thorough waxing for extra shine.

Raphael can generally take a jab, but not about his performance in bed or perceived dominance. Haarlep knows it. If Haarlep could, they would post posters all over the hells with RAPHAEL SUCKS DICK FOR A SOUL COIN AND HE SUCKS AT IT

100% sadomasochistic (mostly sadistic) to the point of not wanting/understanding vanilla sex at all and only having it for ulterior seduction purposes. 'Everything is about sex, sex is about power' is his motto.

Selfish in bed, not only with Haarlep. His orgasm is an absolute must and a goal we should all strive for, yours is optional unless he wants to make it a point of control/domination. You should be coming in your pants at the sight of him anyway, and if you're not, that's a clear 'you' problem.

Haarlep gets less respect than a dildo, because at least a dildo gets cleaned afterwards.

You'd be hard pressed to find a kink that would be a hard no for him. Tentacles and illithids maybe.

But when it comes to favourites, it's humiliation, degradation, fear play. And a corruption kink, of course. His whole life is a corruption kink.

Has strong hunting instincts, which he generally finds BENEATH HIM, but absolutely cannot resist when they kick in.

His sperm burns. Not the nice warm fuzzy feeling, it burns. Not to the point of actual damage, but to the point where you're screaming for him to finish somewhere else.

Doesn't care much for virgins. Like, it's nice, he definitely wouldn't turn them down, but it's much more important that they have a SUCCULENT soul.

Don't ask me about the chamber pot guy, I don't want to know and you don't want to know either.

On a totally unrelated note: he doesn't find things (fluids, excretions) that we humans find repulsive so repulsive; I suppose sulphur smells pleasant to him, and sulphur smells like… yeah, go smell some sulphur yourself.

He actually likes to curl up around something, tail and wings included, and press his weight against his bed partner. It's hot, uncomfortable, leaves you with a high chance of suffocation, and again, a 'you' problem.

Aftercare? What aftercare? He is a busy man, he has more important things to do. Haarlep can do it, they don't have shit to do anyway.

Unless it's mind games and the purpose is to break you. Then okay, he might have five (5) minutes to caress and praise the poor mortal.

Obsessive, has had several obsessions in his life (they didn't make it out alive) It's not always the same thing that triggers the "gotta have it, gotta have it, gotta have it". With Hope it was her purity, but with other objects of affection it was different. Must be something he feels is "very special" though, because all things very special should by definition belong to Raphael.

[blacknedsoul-blog]

Nevermore is a gothic tragedy. Part II: Supernatural Brides

I had set out to finish this saga of essays before Nevermore came back. And then I realized that all the fucking references I have on hand were going to require at least one essay for each. Which means a total of…at least four parts.

So I made it my goal to finish at least one. And since we're talking about tragedy, it seemed logical to continue with the gothic novel.

Before I start, I have to make a little disclaimer: most of my sources come from Spanish material that I'm not sure I have an English translation because they are loose essays I have from my college days and prologues to books from different publishers that are dedicated to publishing gothic novels. If you understand Spanish, I'll be happy to pass the material on to you if this interests you. But if you only understand English, I'm afraid I only have two sources for you: Supernatural Horror in Literature, an essay by H.P. Lovecraft on the foundations of cosmic horror that reviews the history of horror in fiction and The gothic quest a book of about 400 pages that describes in detail the history of the gothic novel, I hope the density of that work compensates for not being able to deliver more finished information.

Brief (seriously VERY brief) history of the gothic novel

Here is something a bit tangled, because the Gothic novel goes hand in hand with many of the topics of the literature of romanticism (literary movement with which it shares time) and it is also necessary to understand some historical and architectural issues.

Let's go by part: Romanticism is a literary and artistic movement that formally emerged in the second half of the eighteenth century (it is estimated that the first works of the same are dated from 1770, approximately) consisting of three parts: the so-called pre-romanticism, romanticism as such and late romanticism.

Anyway, even from its beginnings, this movement emerges as a series of anti-classical ideas that sought to recover folkloric and medieval elements, were obsessed with the inviduality of creativity, nostalgia for nature (something that would later become nostalgia for the time before the industrial revolution), considered passion and sentimentality as the creative axis and in general were looking to Greek tragedies and other fantastic tales as a source of inspiration.

This clashed with the strong Christian values of the time and the rise of technological advances. A contradiction that is present in the works of this literary movement.

Another important historical fact that is necessary to understand is that this kind of novel gets its name directly from Gothic architecture. These works were intended to take place in castles, monasteries, mansions belonging to ancient families and medieval cemeteries. The reason is simple: the Goths were considered shitty architects and many of these buildings had been abandoned for decades if not centuries by 1700, so you could walk down a path and simply find an ominous monastery or the remains of a mansion and if you asked someone where it had come from, they would probably tell you about 15 different versions, but all involving dead people and ghosts living there. As you may have gathered from the above, the writers of this period were eating this stuff up with fries.

It is with the convergence of all these elements that Horace Walpole's novel The Castle of Otranto was published in 1764. A text born from a nightmare that this man had in the castle of Strawberry Hill, a neo-Gothic property that belonged to him. The novel is mediocre at best, but it lays all the groundwork needed going forward: ominous ancient places full of legends where the crumbling architecture is a reflection of the moral and emotional corruption of the characters.

Feminine entities

One thing in which the Romantics differ from the Gothics is their view of love. In this era, love is perceived as a kind of force that is above the characters, something so beautiful that it is capable of making them completely lose their minds (this is tied to the concept of the sublime. And where the romantics embrace this concept as something beautiful, the goths say “this is fucking disturbing”.

For this reason many gothic stories are up to their necks in supernatural brides: beautiful ghosts dressed in white, beings that we consider references to nymphs who only need to whisper in the ears of their victims to become obsessed with them and, above all, vampires. Vampires whose description you will have in detail because the narrators of these stories spare no words to point out how beautiful they are.

Because these supernatural brides are there for one thing and one thing only: to make our sad male hero lose his mind with the power of their impractically long eyelashes. Sometimes they love them honestly and deeply, sometimes they are insidious, evil and lying; on more than one occasion both alternatives are true at the same time. But the reality of things is that, in the end, the love of these supernatural brides ends up completely destroying the unfortunate object of their affection.

If this seems a bit sexist to you, that's because it is. There's no argument here and it's not worth delving into any further.

I've talked about Annabel as a vampire before, but this time I want to talk more in detail about two issues: how supernatural brides work and the consequences for the protagonist of having a relationship with her and the similarities this story presents to a particular job.

Love and death

What is a ghost? A terrible event doomed to repeat itself over and over again. An instant of pain, perhaps. Something dead that seems at times still alive. A feeling, suspended in time, like a blurred photograph, like an insect trapped in amber. El espinazo del diablo, Guillermo del Toro (original quote in Spanish)

One interesting thing about this whole thing is, too, that while the attitudes of many of these supernatural brides may remind you of variations of a succubus (you know, a female entity that is there for and to seduce), the reality is that the gothic novel is steeped in religious puritanism, so these ladies (most of the time) don't usually need to be sexual with their love interest/victim to get their attention. They usually only need a single glance.

If you think I'm exaggerating:

Never gaze upon a woman, and walk abroad only with eyes ever fixed upon the ground; for however chaste and watchful one may be, the error of a single moment is enough to make one lose eternity. 

The dead women in love, Théophile Gautier

Another thing is that these supernatural brides are usually here at just the right time to skillfully grope the weaknesses of their beloved lover and victim: Are you a feisty guy who thinks he's not afraid of anything? Well, the spirit of the water that will end up bewitching you dwells in a mysterious fountain that no one dares to visit out of fear (Ojos Verdes, Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer ESP/ENG), Have you just obtained eternal life by making a pact with the devil but are a little terrified of what might await you in the solitude of immortality? The beautiful young girl just revived by your own hand has opened her eyes and both you and she know in this one look that you will spend eternity together (The Skeleton Count, or The Vampire Mistress, Elizabeth Caroline Grey), Have you just moved here from Naples and are feeling incredibly lonely? Well, it turns out you have a beautiful neighbor who also seems interested in you. By the way, she's practically a poisonous plant (Rappaccini's Daughter, Nathaniel Hawthorne).

Examples like these are plentiful and most end in three ways for the victim of their affections:

Death.

Madness.

Or eternal mourning for having lost her despite having been a victim of deceit or manipulation.

In Lenore's case, her “supernatural bride” appears after the incident in which she rips the wallpaper off the wall: if flowers symbolize feeling alive, she doesn't need them. There is no need for flowers because she is irreversibly withering away.

And when all seems lost, she receives a visitor.

Annabel is a ghost in Lenore's life. The fuzzy silhouette that represents the one thing that made her happy during her confinement, her last glimmer of sanity in a situation where she could no longer hold on without breaking. A specter whose shadow Lenore has been obsessively chasing since a previous life. And every time she manages to reach her, something snatches her away: Annabel goes back to a place where Lenore cannot reach her with her hands.

This is the sad fate of supernatural bride lovers. Because for the gothic novel, when love transcends death it is not a reason to rejoice: the character's life has been permanently disrupted and all that remains is a feeling that is beyond reason. Love becomes the cruelest and most terrible of punishments.

Carmilla

If you're still here with me and you haven't read Carmilla yet, I highly recommend that you do because if you like goth lesbians, this is exactly your shit.

But just so we're on the same page: Carmilla is a short vampire novel published in 1872 by Sheridan Le Fanu in his collection In a Glass Darkly. The plot is about Laura, a young woman who lives in a proper gothic castle located in Austria and her life will be disrupted with the arrival of a beautiful young woman her age named Carmilla.

Both Lenore and Laura live in almost complete isolation barely accompanied by maids (And, in Laura's case, her father) in a huge estate that is surrounded by an appropriately dense and slightly terrifying forest. Now, the reason they are both here is different: where Lenore is locked up against her will, Laura simply lives in a place that is difficult to access.

But let's make a slightly insidious reading here.

One of the first things we know about Laura is that the maids she lives with, despite being fond of her, consider her “a bit touched in the head” and the incident where Carmilla enters the room when Laura is a little girl is completely dismissed for this reason.

Laura is 19 years old when all this happens and at no point in the play is it mentioned that she has any suitors or intentions of getting married, a bit strange for the time in which it occurs. One would assume that the reason for keeping her so isolated is precisely that Laura's father doesn't think his daughter is particularly sane in the head.

As does Lenore.

Add to that the fact that they are both grieving. Lenore for Theo's death and, in Laura's case, for learning that the daughter of a dear friend of her father's has died in strange circumstances and, although she did not get to know her, this fact affected her a lot.

Anyway, sooner rather than later this almost supernaturally beautiful young lady of her own age shows up and kicks in the door saying she wants to be friends. Carmilla through a carriage “accident” near the property and Annabel requesting a meeting to get to know her.

In both cases, the dynamic established is the same.

On the one hand, we have a young lady who looks completely ecstatic at this pompous and definitely somewhat deranged creature. Laura spares no words in explaining to the reader how fucking beautiful Carmilla is, how important she is to her and how much she loves her. And Lenore, well, Lenore does this:

On the other side, the supernatural (girl)friend returns her affection with the subtlety of a kick in the teeth:

Annabel is a little more subtle than Carmilla was before she and Lenore were a thing, but we still see her get super physically close (something she doesn't usually do with other characters in Nevermore, so this is something she only does with Lenore).

Fun fact: that gesture with the fan means “I'm shy, but I'm interested.”

Unfortunately for our comphet-filled protagonist (because she watches THIS and still thinks they're “good friends”) her days in the company of this girl end in tragedy. Carmilla is eventually unveiled as a vampire and killed, while Lenore sees Annabel leave and, taking into account that they are both in Nevermore, subsequently sees her die.

In both cases, the protagonist's life has been scarred by her supernatural (girl)friend: neither a year-long trip abroad nor a new group of friends can take Laura or Lenore away from the memory of those happy days that are now irretrievably tainted.

Conclusions

I think one thing that has happened to me writing this now that I seriously pulled the rug out from under me regarding the amount of references in this comic and it has been non-stop bullshit. They're all still framed within the genres of tragedy and gothic novel, but even with this essay I've fallen short on some topics.

I don't know when I'll continue with this saga because it really involves going through an awful lot of material, but I can at least say one thing for sure: the amount of detail it has is, honestly, quite impressive.