#rim-sin ii

[acoldmyst]

* ◟ : 〔 PATHY DEJESUS, CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER 〕 YARA RHODES , some say you’re a FORTY FOUR YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both AMBITIOUS and SELF - SERVING, one can’t help but think of YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN by BILLIE EILISH when you walk by. are you still the OWNER for GRAVITY NIGHTCLUB, even with your reputation as THE INTANGIBLE? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and A GLASS OF RED WINE WITH A DARK LIP STAIN ON THE RIM; A HAND WITH IMPECCABLY MANICURED, SHARP NAILS, HELD OUT TO CLOSE BUSINESS; CROSSED LEGS ON A BUSINESS CHAIR, ADORNED BY SHARP HEELS AND A CLOSED OFF POSTURE, although we can’t help but think of RACHEL DUNCAN ( ORPHAN BLACK ) + EMMA FROST ( MARVEL COMICS ) + ALANNA MITSOPOLIS ( MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

i. STATS

full name: yara cristina rhodes

pronouns/gender identity: she/her, cisfemale

sexuality: she/her, cisfemale

birth date: august 2nd

occupation: owner at gravity nightclub; formerly director of publicity at dahl co. (until 2028) and stoneage industries. (until 2035)

star sign: leo sun, scorpio rising

affiliation: to all, and to none.

ii. BIOGRAPHY

ׂ╰┈➤ a study in genetics.

if yara rhodes has inherited anything from her parents, it really doesn't go beyond appearances. daddy's curly hair, mommy's beautiful dark eyes, and the personality of the devil incarnate from a young age. leonardo and beatriz rhodes are good people, as selfless as they come, who both let go of high paying careers in order to dedicate their lives to public service. alas, the do-gooder gene certainly skipped a generation when it came to yara, and that much has been clear from childhood.

ׂ╰┈➤ lessons in patience.

they didn't know what to do with her. she was too smart, too questioning, and too objective. beatriz even had it in her to try a child psychologist, who had to inform her that it wasn't a sin for yara to not be a carbon copy of her parents. this didn't do much for the family's relationship, pushing yara to plan ahead for several years, until she could leave the house as soon as she was 18.

yara has been a free woman since. they've barely have any contact, her parents still unable to look at the woman she has become. since then, it's been one long game of chess after the other; patience to grow under competitive and unfair work environments, to make the right connections, to learn and to grow in more ways than one, all so that she could reach the point in which she now stands.

ׂ╰┈➤ the spider web.

after years of work weaving her silk all throughout new york city, yara rests on her laurels, contemplating the fruits of her hard labour. she's the glue holding several enterprises together, the chain sustaining unimaginable deals, all the while expanding her nightclub franchise, and hopefully her influence, to different cities. there's now a new, albeit smaller location of gravity at las vegas, but new york city is still the beating heart of her operation.

anyone who's anyone in the big apple know the name of yara rhodes, and of the gravity nightclub. but what happens behind close doors is a well-guarded secret, in both cases. gaining access to those, though not an impossible task, is a remarkably difficult one, so you better start playing your cards right.

iii. WANTED CONNECTIONS

— associates, in any and all of the organizations or even unaffiliated;

— people who work under her in gravity, both at the club itself and at management;

— former coworkers from dahl co. and stoneage industries;

— former and current lovers?? lol

— i'm open to all suggestions!

[radiowallet]

how could you?

Kinktober Day 11 - Rimming

Main Masterlist II Kinktober Masterlist

Summary: You spend the night worshipping Marcus in all the ways he deserves. Pairing: Marcus Moreno x gn!reader WC: 2K Warnings: Mature 18+ MDNI This is an over 18 blog and all content is considered mature. Established relationship, body worship, hand job, oral sex (male receiving), rimming (male receiving), slight praise kink.

Marcus is stunning.

You sit back on your heels and admire him, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs, watching in delight as he trembles beneath your gaze. He’s stretched out on the bed, naked as sin, his tan skin glowing from the help of one lone lamp, the room blanketed in a mix of golden shadows. His cock rests heavy on his soft belly, thick and flushed, the veins pronounced and the tip glistening. His hands are flexing, fingers spread out wide before pulling into his fist, all of his tension held in those two hands. 

You’re tucked between his legs where they dangle off the edge of the bed, bent at the knee, feet planted on the carpet, and caging you in.

You don’t mind. You would gladly spend the rest of your days trapped here below this man. 

It had taken some coaxing to ease him into this position, Marcus always aching to be the one to worship on his knees. But after a night out, just the two of you, coupled with the slip of your tongue around the shell of his ear, your fingers ghosting the outline of his cock, and your whispered pleas echoed to him faithfully, he had been convinced. 

You took your time, stripping away each piece of clothing with a steady hand and a kiss to each piece of skin you exposed. Marcus watched you from beneath hooded eyes, lips parted and fingers trembling as you rained praise on each freckle, every scar, the history of his life etched so elegantly into his skin. He sank down to the bed with a gentle push, legs spreading eagerly, his cock already hard and resting on his thigh. You licked your lips in anticipation, mouth watering and tongue desperate for a taste, your legs clenched together.

Your own legs were just about to bend when he stopped you with a call of your name and a hand to your hip.

“Naked… please.”

How could you ever deny him?

There was little flourish as you slipped your clothes off your shoulders, giving Marcus ample time to take you in. He leaned back on his forearms, brown eyes bleeding black as he traced your curves from head to toe, licking his lips as watched your nipples harden beneath his gaze. You felt warmth pool between your legs but you refused to give in to your arousal, anxious only to touch the man settled before you.  

“Let me take care of you, Marcus.”

The carpet is rough beneath you, your body curled down on bend and knee between his legs. You’ve already driven him to the edge twice, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his shaft until his head was swollen and weeping, precum pearly white and dripping slowly down to sink between your grip. It feels luxurious, tacky salt sticking to your fingers, easing the glide of your hand along his swollen length. All the while you rain praise down upon Marcus, watching in delight as he reacts to your words.

“So beautiful for me. So pretty like this. Gonna look so good when you come, aren’t you baby?” 

He has yet to beg, still watching you with unblinking eyes, his mouth formed around mewls of pleasure, head nodding frantically in response to your question. His knuckles are bright white where they cling to the bedspread, his cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Your mouth is watering, the site of Marcus’s cock, flushed and swollen, your fingers barely able to wrap around the thickest part of him. It has you ravenous. You lean in, but refuse to indulge either of you yet, instead burying your nose into the crease of his groin. 

The smell of him is concentrated, musk and sex and sweat clinging to his skin. You groan into him, licking and sucking, drool dripping down your chin. Marcus moans above you, his hips bucking into your face. You tighten your grip around his cock, stilling his movements, and sliding your nose through the patch of hair around the base of him. 

“Ba-by,” he whispers, voice breaking around the word.

When you peek up from beneath your lashes, you see his lips caught between a smile and a grimace. You wink, can’t help but, before finally letting your lips trail up the underside of his cock. A dainty kiss is pressed to the tip and you let yourself lick away the taste of him, precum stinging like salt on your tongue. 

“Mmm, you taste so good, sweet boy.”

 

“Shit,” Marcus chokes out, and out of the corner of your eye you see his hand twitch, the metal bed frame groaning in protest as he resists the urge to grab the back of your head. 

You kiss the tip of him again before finally sliding your lips around his girth. The weight of him is heavy on your tongue and you savor the feel, the taste, the essence of him as he fills your mouth. You don’t move at first, enjoying the sound of his pitiful cries as he fights the urge to fuck your throat. 

You aren’t sure how long you stay there, itchy carpet beneath your sore knees, sweat forming at the back of your neck, jaw aching and eyes stinging. It is bliss. Your head is empty save for the pleasure of this man. This man who always makes the time to care for everyone but himself, and that thought only encourages you to swallow him deeper. 

You hollow your cheeks and suck, letting the head of his cock hit the back of your throat once before you pull away around a gag. You dive back in quickly, kissing and licking at his length before swallowing up and down smoothly. Spit and precum fill your mouth and you aren’t shy about letting it leak out, watching as the heady mixture drips down his shaft to his balls. 

Marcus is a trembling mess through it all, garbled pleas of more and don’t stop mixing together with the syllables of your name. His thighs shake beneath your palm, the muscles vibrating despite the soothing nature of your touch. You rub his legs deep and slow, pushing in towards his balls, letting your thumb catch along the thin skin. The sound he lets out that one touch is guttural; a feral cry that has you pulling off of his cock with slick pop. 

His hips chase after you, but you’re quick to comfort him, petting softly at his thigh as you lean in and press a tentative kiss to his balls, murmuring more words of praise between each press of your lips. 

“I’ve got you, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” 

His reaction is instantaneous. 

He keens, loud and high, your actions leaving him shuddering and it spurs you on. Your kisses grow deeper, wetter, sucking the thin skin with obscene enthusiasm. You push his legs wider, addicted to the feeling, burying your face deeper and deeper, fingers slipping in the mix of sweat and spit, one of them catching along the cleft of his ass. 

“Fuck— right there… oh god, baby please…right there. More. I need more… p-please…”

Marcus is practically falling off the bed, his feet planted firmly on the ground, his hips twisting left and right, desperate and wanton in his needs. Part of you wants to refuse; already anxious to have his cock back between your lips, the desire to have him come down your throat overwhelming. But—

He’s looking at you through a cloud of lust and love, and there, at the center of it all, you see it. 

His trust. 

It’s rare, almost an impossibility, but this man — hero— is exposing all the bits and pieces of himself, giving you the immense honor of taking care of him. Allowing you the chance to be his safety net as he lays all his vulnerabilities on the table for you to treasure. 

You’re not sure how you’ve found yourself to be so lucky. 

With a careful touch and hushed whisper, you coax Marcus onto his stomach, his cock trapped between the bed and his body, the small swell of his ass sticking out for you to admire. Again, you give yourself just a moment to look, skating the tips of your fingers up one cheek and down the other, before slowly sliding them between, your nail barely catching on his puckered entrance. 

“More,” he sobs, voice muffled in the curve of his arm.  “Your…shit, your tongue baby…please. Please.”

Your face heats up and your legs clench together, slick arousal practically pouring out of you at his request. You’re almost dizzy from it but you refuse to overthink this moment, anxious only to give Marcus everything he needs to feel good. You breathe in slowly and press a gentle kiss to his left cheek, and then his right, before burying your face between his ass cheeks, licking diligently at his puckered entrance. 

It is filthy, feral, and you can’t stop yourself as you push your tongue deeper and deeper inside him, spurred on by Marcus’s cries of ecstasy. He is a mess, writhing beneath you, hips caught in a broken staccato; arching back into your mouth and rutting his cock down into the mattress. His body is pulled taut, grip like iron where he clings to the bedspread, and without asking you know he’s close.  

You double your efforts, sucking and kissing and licking at his entrance, burying your tongue as deep as you can. Spit drips down your chin, hot and wet and only making you feel more desperate. You dig your fingernails hard into the back of his thighs, hard enough that you hope they bruise. Bruises you can admire with the press of your lips for days after. You force his legs wider, and lick as deep as you can, your own moan escaping you at the musky taste on your tongue.

You feel Marcus clench tight around your tongue, the creaking sound of the metal bed frame mixing with his screams, his orgasm slamming into him like fire raging through a forest. You cheat your glance up, anxious to watch him fall apart, but determined to help him through the throes of it. He comes harder than you’ve ever seen him, hips thrusting into the bed with zero grace, his cum soaking into the bedspread, the spot beneath darkening with his cum.  

When you pull away, he whimpers but you’re quick to soothe, helping him flip over and shift to the head of the bed with a gentle touch. He looks beautiful; blissed out and drunk from your touch, his hair twisted and teases in every direction, a rosy flush clinging to his cheeks, his lips parted and eyes glazed as he fights to keep them open and on you. You smooth back an errant curl, his forehead slicked in sweat, watching as his throat bobs with each breath, his broad chest rising and falling, slowly matching the steady pace of your touch.

“Your turn,” he murmurs, the words slurring together as they tumble from his mouth, one of his hands clumsy as it reaches towards the curve of your knee.

“Later,” you offer, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose and then to his lips. The fact that he doesn’t fight you on the delay of your own pleasure proves just exactly how good a job you did. 

You take care to pull a loose sheet up around his waist, and as you do you have to bite at your lip to stifle a laugh when you see the headboard. It’s twisted in on itself, his powers having run wild alongside his pleasure. You don’t bother drawing attention to the damage, a problem best left for tomorrow. Instead you slide off the bed and step towards the bathroom, intent on cleaning him up before sleep inevitably finds you both, but his hand on your hips stops you one more time. 

“Let me hold you? Just for a minute?”

And how could you ever deny him?

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[soulmatebracket]

Hi ! Could you post a list of who has been submitted so far ? (With the number of submissions for each if possible)

If that's too much work i completely understand and humbly request to know if more that one person (aka me) have submitted Obi-Wan and Anakin

[Disclaimer‼️ Just because a pairing has three or two votes does not mean that they are automatically going into the bracket. Pairings with 1 vote might also make it in if I like them enough. We will not be starting arguments over if they should or should not have made it in.]

Totalling at 235 submissions so far!

Will be in the bracket:

Usagi Tsukino & Mamoru Chiba, Sailor Moon, IIIII (prelims)

Sailor Senji, Sailor Moon, III (prelims)

Link & Zelda, The Legend of Zelda, IIIIIIIII (prelims)

Link & Zelda & Ganandorf, The Legend of Zelda, IIIII (prelims)

Link & Fi, The Legend of Zelda, I (prelims/bc i like this ones)

Inuyasha & Kagome Higurashi, Inuyasha, IIII

Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens, IIIIIII

That Guy and Their Cat, Real Life, IIIII

Homura & Madoka, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, IIII

Eleanor Shelstroph & Chidi Anagone, The Good Place, IIIIII

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, IIIII

Captain Kirk & Mister Spock, Star Trek, IIII

Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto, IIII

Grian & Scar, The Life Series, IIIIII

Submission Box

Three Votes:

Breekon & Hope, The Magnus Archives

The Doctor & The Master, Doctor Who

Xie Lian & Hua Cheng, Heavens Official’s Blessing

Hawkman & Hawkwoman, DC Comics

Doctor Doofenshmirtz & Perry the Platypus

Meliodas & Elizabeth, Seven Deadly Sins

Ash & Pikachu, Pokemon Anime

Two Votes:

Sakura & Syaoran, Cardcaptor Sakura

Wei Wuxain & Lan Wangji, Mo Dao Su Shi, II

Utena & Anthy, Revolutionary Girl Utena

Judai Yuki & Yubel, Yugioh X

FitzChivalry Farseer & Beloved/the Fool, Realm of the Elderlings

Yusuf “Joe” Al Kaysani & Nicolo “Nicky” Di Genova, The Old Guard

Finn the Human & Jake the Dog, Adventure Time

Sakura & Syaoran Li, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles

Eiji Hino & Ankh, Kamen Rider OOO

Gon Freecss & Killua Zoldyck, Hunter x Hunter

The Entire Cast of Phineas and Ferb, Phineas and Ferb

Harrowhark Nonagesimus & Gideon Nav, The Locked Tomb

Daniel & Luce. Fallen

Gilgamesh & Enkidu, The Epic of Gilgamesh

Kaidan Alenko & Commander Shepard, Mass Effect

Raleigh Becket & Mako Mori, Pacific Rim

Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous Ladybug

Bebop & Rocksteady, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Katarina Claes & Sophia Ascart, My Next Life as a Villainess

One Vote:

Mieczyslaw Stilinki & Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf

Spiderman & Deadpool, Marvel Comics

Beavis & Butthead, Beavis and Butthead

Obanai Iguro & Mitsuri Kanroji, Demon Slayer

Emma/Melinda & Dimitri/Edred, Unicorn: Warriors Eternal

Dean & Pharm, Until We Meet Again

Kaiou Michiru & Tenou Haruka, Sailor Moon

Zunzite & Zoisite, Sailor Moon

Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Witch of Delays & Cure Oasis, Tropical Rouge Pecure

John Doe & Arthur Lester, Malevolent

Hani & Hinino Yamato, Hiraeth: The End of the Journey

Dream /Morpheus & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Adachi & Shimamura, Adachi and Shimamura

Edward Nygma & Oswald Cobblepot, Gotham (2014)

Zelda & Ganondorf, The Legend of Zelda

Reginald Copperbottom & Right Hand Man, The Henry Stickmin Collection

Henry Stickmin & Ellie Rose, The Henry Stickmin Collection

Jonny D’Ville & Gunpowder Tim, Mechanisms

Merlin & Arthur, Merlin

Vash & Knives, Trigun

Siren & Kappa, Castle Swimmers

Ruby & Sapphire, Steven Universe

Om Kapoor & Shanti Priya, Om Shanti Om

Solane & Sym, I Was Teenage Exocolonist

Will Herondale & Tessa Gray & Jem Carstairs, The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Agent 3 & Agent 8, Splatoon 2

James Sunderland & Maria, Silent Hill 2

Macaque & Sun Wukong, Lego Monkey Kid

Tang Sanzang (reincarnated as Tang), Shah Wujing (reincarnated as Sandy), Zhu Bajie (reincarnated as Pigsy), Ao Lie (ancestor of Mei), and Sun Wukong (ancestor of MK), Lego Monkey Kid, Journey To The West

Nadja & Gregor, What We Do In The Shadows

Catherine Foster & The Ghost, Archivist Wasp

Kaworu Nagisa and Shinji Ikari, Neon Genesis Evangelion

Kiryu Kazuma & Majima Goro, Yakuza / Ryu Ga Gotoku

Red & Blue, This is How You Lose the Time War

Church & Tex, Red vs Blue

Rand al'Thor and Ishamael/Moridin, Wheel of Time

Birgitte Silverbow and Gaidal Cain, Wheel of Time

Beryl and Sapphire, Beryl and Sapphire

Kiana Kaslana & Raiden Mei, Honkai Impact 3rd

Banjo & Sento, Kamen Rider Build

Orpheus & Eurydice, Greek Mythology

Odysseus & Penelope, Greek Mythology

Emet Selch & Hythlodaeus & Azem, Final Fantasy XIV

Yona & the Four Dragons (Ki-ja, Shin-ah, Jae-ha and Zeno), Akatsuki no Yona

Akane Kurashiki & Junpei, Zero Escape

Ryo Asuka & Akira Fudo, Devilman

Zagreus & Megaera & Thanatos, Hades

Megatron & Optimus Prime, Transformers

Emma Swall & Killian Jones, Once Upon A Time

Rumplestiltskin & Belle, Once Upon A Time, I Snow White & Prince Charming, Once Upon A Time

Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson

Buttercup & Westley, The Princess Bride

Orchid & the Moon Supreme, Love Between Fairy and Devil

Blake Belladonna & Yang Xiao Long, RWBY

Ozma & Reincarnations, RWBY

Raava/The Avatar Spirit & Wan/The Avatar, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Johnny Silverhand & Vee, Cyberpunk 2077

Newt & The Brain/Alice, Pacific Rim

Dr. Strange & Dr. Christine Palmer, Marvel Comics

Bill & Ted, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Lucifer & God, Abrahamic Religions

David and Jonathan, The Bible

Mickey Mouse & Minnie Mouse, Disney

Cinderella & Prince Charming, Disney

Dean WInchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Essek Theylss & Caleb Widogast, Critical Role

Lup Taako & Barold "Barry" Bluejeans, The Adventure Zone

Taako & Magnus Burnsides & Merle Highchurch, The Adventure Zone

Steve Rogers & James “Bucky” Barnes, Captain America Films

Mane 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Raven & Lloyd Allen, Shaperaverse

Nijigasaki High School Idol Club, Love Live Nijigasaki High School Idol Club

Shinichi Kudo & Ran Mouri, Detective Conan

Kusuriuri & Kayo/Chiyo Nomoto, Mononoke

Shun Shimotsuki & Hajime Mutsuki, Tsukiuta

Nanami Momozono & Tomoe, Kamisama Kiss

Red & The Boxer, Transistor

Yvaine & Tristan, Stardust

Jayfeather & Half Moon, Warrior Cats

Time & Fate, The Starless Sea

Sappo, Fragment 147

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars

Ichabod Crane & Abbie Mills, Sleepy Hollow

Aragon & Arewn, The Lord of the Rings

Will Turner & Elizabeth Swan, Pirates of the Caribbean

Tom & Jerry, Tom & Jerry

Bugs Bunny & Daffy Duck, Looney Toons

Batman & The Joker, DC Comics

Akira Kurusu/Joker & Akechi Goro, Persona 5

Mytho & Ahiru, Princess Tutu

Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara, Bungo Stray Dogs

Koh & Canalo, Ryusoulger

Gai & Juggler, Ultraman Orb

Sonoi & Momou, Donbrothers

Haruka & Saruhara, Donbrothers

The Scooby Doo Gang, Scooby Doo

[burningexeter]

My Favorite Movies Of All Time:

• The Godfather Part II

• Jurassic Park

• Saving Private Ryan

• Excalibur

• The Incredibles

• The Good, The Bad and the Ugly

• Creepshow

• Day Of The Dead

• Donnie Darko

• Frida

• Coco

• The Secret Of NIMH

• King Kong (1933)

• King Kong (2005)

• Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior

• First Blood

• Die Hard

• Hard Boiled

• Fantasia

• Who Framed Roger Rabbit

• Godzilla (1954)

• Godzilla, Mothra and King Ghidorah: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack

• Godzilla Minus One

• The Deer Hunter

• Oldboy

• I Saw The Devil

• Logan

• Unforgiven

• The 7th Voyage Of Sinbad

• Jason and the Argonauts

• Blade Runner

• Prisoners

• Enemy

• Sicario

• Arrival

• Bride Of Frankenstein

• The Wolf Of Wall Street

• Pulp Fiction

• Inglourious Basterds

• Desperado

• Sin City

• ParaNorman

• The Mummy (1999)

• Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

• Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

• The Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King

• Terminator 2: Judgment Day

• Predator

• Friday The 13th: The Final Chapter

• Enter The Dragon

• Jaws

• Thief (1981)

• Heat (1995)

• Captain America: The Winter Soldier

• Avengers: Infinity War

• The Exorcist

• The Exorcist III: Legion

• Back To The Future

• It's A Wonderful Life

• Ghostbusters

• The Blues Brothers

• Puss In Boots: The Last Wish

• The Thing (1982)

• Big Trouble In Little China

• Batman Begins

• Blade II

• Pacific Rim

• Hellboy II: The Golden Army

• A Nightmare On Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

• The Green Mile

• Evil Dead II

• A Simple Plan

• The Big Lebowski

• Wolfwalkers

• Princess Mononoke

• Spirited Away

• Akira

• Wolf Children

• Memento

• Snatch

• Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows — Part 2

• Unbreakable

• Ed Wood

• Dark City

• THX 1138

• Mrs. Doubtfire

• Casino

• Requiem For A Dream

• The Wrestler

• True Lies

• True Romance

• Jumanji

• The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian

• This Is Spinal Tap

• Bone Tomahawk

• Panic Room

• Se7en

• Zodiac

• The Blair Witch Project

• Lake Mungo

• Mean Creek

• Fearless

• Rango

• It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

[z-cerulean]

2022 Media Thread Summary (until 11th of November)

Played: - Shin Megami Tensei V (True Neutral) - Super Mario Bros. (Speedrun route) - Fire Emblem Fates (Birthright, Conquest & Revelations) (Revisit) - Ys V: Lost Kefin, Kingdom of Sand (Super Famicom) - Shin Megami Tensei IV (Law & Neutral) - WorldEnd Syndrome - Shovel Knight: Plague of Shadows - Etrian Odyssey IV (Postgame) - Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War (Revisit) - 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim - Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Summoner: Soul Hackers (3DS) - Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth (P4 Side) - Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls (Steam) - Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 2: Innocent Sin (PSP) - Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes (Golden Wildfire & Scarlet Blaze) - Castlevania (1986) - Pokemon Blue Version - Pokemon Legends Arceus - Super Castlevania IV - Pokemon Crystal Version - Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse (Bonds Ending) - Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Encore - Mega Man Zero 2

Watched: - Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) - Cowboy Bebop (1998) - Grave of the Fireflies (1988) - All of Us Are Dead (2022) - Marvel Studios' Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) - Marvel Studios' Moon Knight (2022) - Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak High School (2016) - The Blackadder (1983) - Blackadder II (1986) - The Shawshank Redemption (1994) - Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) - Last Night in Soho (2021) - Nobody (2021) - Freaky (2020) - Predator (1987) - Predator 2 (1990) - Prey (2022) - Predators (2010) - The Predator (2018) - Paper Girls (Season 1) (2022) - Ensemble Stars! (2019) - Alien (1979) - Aliens (1986) - Alien3 (1992) - Alien Resurrection (1997) - Alien v.s. Predator (2004) - Alien v.s. Predator Requiem (2007) - The One (2001) - Fullmetal Alchemist (2017) - Ambulance (2022) - Morbius (2022) - Carter (2022) - Prometheus (2012) - Alien Covenant (2017) - Marvel Studios' Thor: Love and Thunder (2022) - Rick and Morty (Season 5) (2021) - Marvel Studios' Werewolf by Night (2022) - Marvel Studios' She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (2022)

Read: Spy x Family (Ch 1-69) Kaguya-sama: Love is War (Finished)

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[deluxewhump]

Witch hunt II: false confession

CW: witchcraft allegations, interrogations, puritan concerns and concepts, religion, burning, burning at stake mention, I’m aware burning was not an execution method in the American colonies in any official capacity- but I am taking many liberties and this is AU Maine.

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“It’s alright,” Minister Abend told the trembling servant boy. “They cannot break down my door and take you from us.”

Not yet.

“Why did you help me?” Alix asked. His lip trembled. He shrugged off the cloak the minister had covered him with— so he would not be walked back to the house naked. He winced as he did, and the minister could tell the rough wool hurt his fresh burns.

“Why wouldn’t I help you? Are you not as my own kin under this roof?”

“I confessed,” he whispered. Freckles dotted his dished face, his turned up nose. They’d cut his hair in places, to better examine his scalp for evidence so he looked like a poorly shorn sheep. “I confessed my sins.”

The minister dipped a grey strip of cloth into a blue-and-white porcelain washbasin come all the way from England. It had a chip in it now, a crack that did not yet leak but went from rim to base. There was no replacing such finery, such bright mementos of another life. Not in this harsh, dark place.

He wrung out the excess water from the cloth. “How long did they interrogate you?”

Alix blinked at him. He looked at the cloth like it might hurt him, so the minister lowered it to a spot of dried blood and made sure to be gentle. Still, a hitched breath of pain did not escape his notice.

“It’s just me, Alix. You’re home.”

“Did you not hear me?” he whispered, distraught. “I confessed.”

“To what crimes?”

He swallowed, tears pricking his eyes. “To… to witchcraft, Sir. To black magic and a- a covenant with the Deceiver. To do as he bade me.”

“In exchange for what?”

Alix licked his lips, eyes lifting to ceiling and back down. “I…”

“Had yet to get that far, did they?”

Alix’s chin dimpled as he struggled to keep his composure. “They’re going to burn me, aren’t they? He told me how they do it.”

“No, child. No.”

“But— I confessed.”

“Was your confession true? Will you confess the same to me now, in the house where you’ve served my family in exchange for your bread?”

“No,” he whispered. “But I’ve lied. And in so doing I’ve denied Him just as Peter in the garden. Surely I’m damned, be that I made a dark covenant or no.”

The minister felt a surge of pity for the boy they’d found half frozen in a barn two winters past. He’d grown to be one of their own, though he had no blood relatives in their little hamlet.

“Did ye make such plans with the devil? Or any ill mannered creature that stalks these black woods at night when we are abed?”

“No, Master Abend.” He shook his head forlornly. “I have not.”

If the boy lied, he did it well enough to fool any agent of Satan, on two or four legs.

“God knows your heart, Alix,” the minister said gently. “You made no true confession if you still hold Him there.”

“I do,” Alix cried, curling his tortured body into himself and covering his face with his hands as he cried. “I strayed not. Sir. But he… he kept burning me and I — I couldn’t stand it anymore. I tried. I- I didn’t want to.”

He devolved into sobs, and the minister wondered if the Inquisitor had seen such tears before the so-called confession.

He reached out both hands to cradle his face. He would’ve held him in his arms but for all the burns, surely that would be agony for the poor thing. He rubbed his thumbs on the boy’s cheeks instead, soothing away the desperate salt of his tears.

“You’re alright. Shh. You’re alright, little lamb. I’ll not let them harm you.”

Alix leaned into his hands, cries calming into soft whimpers.

[honey-makki]

kinktober II: multiplayer masterlist

We’re finally here! Kinktober II: Multiplayer hits the shelves October 1st!  Here is our OFFICIAL list of all levels available for gameplay, which will be updated daily at 8pm EST! All pieces by Kristen (@honey-makki) are highlighted in green, and those by Daisy (@heauxzenji) in purple. We are excited to play with you all!

October 1 & 2 Jujutsu Kaisen DOUBLE FEATURE:

Accidental After Party: Yuuji Itadori x Sexting

Puppet: Ryomen Sukuna x Blackmail

10/3 Red-Handed:  Reki Kyan x Getting Caught

10/4 In Spectre: Shinichiro Sano x Spectrophilia

10/5 Flipturn: Momo Yaoyorozu & Kiyoka Jiro x Sensory Deprivation

10/6 Worth the Wait: Atsushi “Akkun” Sendo x Delayed Gratification

10/7 Love Language: Shoyo Hinata x Body Worship

10/8 Curaçao: Satoru Gojo x Mirrors

10/9 Future Seer: Takemichi Hanegaki x Wet Dream

10/10 Iku || Izu: Izuku Midoriya x Breeding

10/11 Straight No Chaser: Langa Hasegawa x Striptease

10/12 Mange Moi:  Izana Kurokawa x Biting

10/13 Succor: Taishiro “Fat Gum” Toyomitsu x Size Difference

10/14 Seoltang: Toge Inumaki x Food Play

10/15 honeyhitoka: Hitoka Yachi x Mommy Kink

October 16 & 17 Tokyo Revengers DOUBLE FEATURE

All Mine: Souya “Angry” Kawata x Posession

False Ire: Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata x Coercion

10/18 Eyes Off You: Hitoshi Shinso x Brat Taming

10/19 Moll: Chifuyu Matsuno x Sugar Daddy

10/20 Slice: Issei Matsukawa x Knifeplay

10/21 Reminiscent: Kojiro “Joe” Nanjo x Tit Fucking

10/22 Triple Double: Ran & Rindo Haitani x Dumbification

10/23 Stress-Induced: Katsuki Bakugo x Glory Hole

10/24 In Bloom: Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki x Rimming

10/25 Laundry Day: Mitsuki Bakugo & Inko Midoriya x Face Sitting/Strap

10/26 A Good First Impression: Toji Fushiguro x Daddy Kink

10/27 Sin and Punishment: Shuji Hanma x Birthday Sex

10/28 Compos Mentis: Nieto Monoma x Mindbreak

10/29 Practicum: UA Big Three x Corruption

10/30 She’s my Collar: Rintaro Suna x Pet Play

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Tokyo Roulette: Tokyo Manji Gang Founding Members x Gangbang- an interactive ficlet

Special Thanks to our preorder players- you’ll be the first to know when each level unlocks! (if your url is in bold- dm us or check your privacy settings!)

@dazeddazai @tetsurousharlot @ladybitsnpieces @lmaoihavenoidea @bootyy-bakeryy @morallygreyish @kyouto @thetempleofnyx @yuvtas @queer-naruto @damnitcrowley @xo-lynx @sheerxradiance @sweetcroissantoperatorherring

there is still time to join in! The taglist form closes at midnight EST on 9/30! You can join HERE!

[sakurology]

We’re finally here! Kinktober II: Multiplayer hits the shelves October 1st!  Here is our OFFICIAL list of all levels available for gameplay, which will be updated daily at 8pm EST! All pieces by Kristen (@honey-makki) are highlighted in green, and those by Daisy (@heauxzenji) in purple. We are excited to play with you all!

October 1 & 2 Jujutsu Kaisen DOUBLE FEATURE:

Accidental After Party: Yuuji Itadori x Sexting

Puppet: Ryomen Sukuna x Blackmail

10/3 Red-Handed:  Reki Kyan x Getting Caught

10/4 In Spectre: Shinichiro Sano x Spectrophilia

10/5 Flipturn: Momo Yaoyorozu & Kiyoka Jiro x Sensory Deprivation

10/6 Worth the Wait: Atsushi “Akkun” Sendo x Delayed Gratification

10/7 Love Language: Shoyo Hinata x Body Worship

10/8 Curaçao: Satoru Gojo x Mirrors

10/9 Future Seer: Takemichi Hanegaki x Wet Dream

10/10 Iku || Izu: Izuku Midoriya x Breeding

10/11 Straight No Chaser: Langa Hasegawa x Striptease

10/12 Mange Moi:  Izana Kurokawa x Biting

10/13 Succor: Taishiro “Fat Gum” Toyomitsu x Size

10/14 Seoltang: Toge Inumaki x Food Play

10/15 honeyhitoka: Hitoka Yachi x Mommy Kink

October 16 & 17 Tokyo Revengers DOUBLE FEATURE

All Mine: Souya “Angry” Kawata x Posession

False Ire: Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata x Coercion

10/18 Eyes Off You: Hitoshi Shinso x Brat Taming

10/19 Moll: Chifuyu Matsuno x Sugar Daddy

10/20 Slice: Issei Matsukawa x Knifeplay

10/21 Reminiscent: Kojiro “Joe” Nanjo x Tit Fucking

10/22 Triple Double: Ran & Rindo Haitani x Dumbification

10/23 Stress-Induced: Katsuki Bakugo x Glory Hole

10/24 In Bloom: Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki x Rimming

10/25 Laundry Day: Mitsuki Bakugo & Inko Midoriya x Face Sitting/Strap

10/26 A Good First Impression: Toji Fushiguro x Daddy Kink

10/27 Sin and Punishment: Shuji Hanma x Birthday Sex

10/28 Compos Mentis: Nieto Monoma x Mindbreak

10/29 Practicum: UA Big Three x Corruption

10/30 She’s my Collar: Rintaro Suna x Pet Play

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Tokyo Roulette: Tokyo Manji Gang Founding Members x Gangbang- an interactive ficlet

Special Thanks to our preorder players- you'll be the first to know when each level unlocks! (if your url is in bold- dm us or check your privacy settings!)

@dazeddazai @tetsurousharlot @ladybitsnpieces @lmaoihavenoidea @bootyy-bakeryy @morallygreyish @kyouto @thetempleofnyx @yuvtas @queer-naruto @damnitcrowley @xo-lynx @sheerxradiance @sweetcroissantoperatorherring

there is still time to join in! The taglist form closes at midnight EST on 9/30! You can join HERE!

[swift-knigth]

ೃೀ• ʚ . . . . [ 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙴 ] . . . . ɞ •ೃೀ

Mi nombre de usser es Erika, pero mis amigos en Rp me dicen Moon.

Mis pronombres de preferencia son she/her, pero también utilizo He/Him.

Soy multimuse (quiere decir que uso más de un personaje), multifandom (Puedo rolear desde un personaje del señor de los anillos hasta el personaje más robotizado que te puedas encontrar, ej) y multishipp, no me apego a un único shipp.

Hago tanto rol extenso como Chat-rol. Rol extenso suelo escribir dependiendo de mi inspiración y ganas de escribir, pero suelo adaptarme u pasar de 20 líneas.

Roleo únicamente por WhatsApp y a veces suelo tardar bastante en responder. Pero siempre va a llegarte una respuesta mía (Si eres una persona con poca paciencia o que está acostumbrade a tener respuestas rápidas, no esperes lo mismo de mi)

Sobre la exlusividad. Yo pienso que es un detalle a alguien o alguna shipp que realmente sea especial. Así que no suelo darla a la primera. Que yo la de no quiere decir que me la tengan que dar también.

Tengo tanto personajes canon como personajes propios (oc, con ellos suelo dar exlusividad. Repito no me la tienen que responder).

→ ❪𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈𝙎 ❫ ←

⪧ Marvel

╰── MCU

╰── X-Men

╰── Cómics (próximamente)

╰── Animaciones (próximamente)

⪧ DC

╰── DCU

╰── Arrow

╰── Supergirl

╰── Constantine

╰── Flash (incompleto)

╰── Legends of tomorrow (próximamente)

╰── Batwoman (próximamente)

╰── Cómics (próximamente)

╰── Animaciones (próximamente)

⪧ Libros

╰── Harry Potter

╰── Saga Hush Hush

╰── Percy Jackson y los dioses del Olimpo

╰── Trilogía Divergente (+ Cuatro)

╰── Trilogía Maze Runner (+ extras)

╰── Trilogía la prueba

╰── Vacaciones peligrosas

╰── Asesino de brujas (libro 1)

╰── Yo antes de ti

╰── Trilogía hidalgos ( I Y II)

╰── A todos los chicos que me enamore

╰── El señor de los anillos (incompleto)

╰── Saga cazadores de sombras ( Solo Mortal instruments incompleta/próximamente)

⪧ Películas

╰── Piratas del caribe

╰── Las Crónicas de Narnia

╰── Divergente

╰── La quinta ola

╰── Harry Potter

╰── Animales Fantásticos

╰── Los juegos del hambre

╰── Maze runner

╰── El conjuro

╰── It

╰── Crepúsculo

╰── Matrix

╰── El señor de los anillos y el hobbit

╰── Blade Runner

╰── Blanca nieves y el cazador

╰── Pacific Rim

╰── Jurassic Park

╰── Cuando te encuentre

╰── Project Power

╰── La niñera

╰── Bohemian Rhapsody

╰── Work it

╰── El día de la independencia

╰── A todos los chicos que me enamore

╰── Cazafantasmas

╰── De amor y monstruos

╰── El stand de los besos

╰── Navidad en California

╰── Enola Holmes

╰── Volver al futuro

╰── Terminator

╰── Hombres de negro

╰── Los ilusionistas

⪧ Series

╰── Stranger Things

╰── Shadowhunters

╰── Teen Wolf

╰── The Witcher

╰── The Vampire diaries

╰── Defendiendo a Jacob

╰── The umbrella academy

╰── The walking Dead (sin terminar)

╰── Grey's anatomy ( sin terminar)

╰── Universo Chicago (sin terminar)

╰── Hawaii 5-0 (s/t)

╰── El mentalista (s/t)

╰── McGyver (s/t)

╰── NCIS: Los Angeles (s/t)

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[ac3id]

Redamancy. iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return.  

pairings: mirio togata x female reader

warnings: 18+, noncon, yandere themes, breeding kink n mirio is a scumbag. 

a/n: ahaha im reposting this cus  algorithm was effed the first time i posted. ehehehe or maybe im just unlucky-- n e way this will be the last of redamany!! 

word count: 1950 

navigation  ☼ 

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Mirio's gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, "Mirio!" your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, "What are you thinking about?" Mirio felt his cheeks heat up.

'I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?'

"Nothing, we should get going. Lunch's bout' to get over soon." He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, "Hey! Slow down!" You bump into his chest which was hard as rock making your head sting a little, "You're a klutz," he laughs. "It's your fault!" you retort, he pats your head and continues laughing. He takes a good look at you, drinking your uniform clad body. The short skirt displaying your plush thighs. His mind melts away in sinful thoughts, thinking about all what he can do to you. He once again realizes how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn't you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he'll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he's the one for you, the one and only.

He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

"Hey, what's wrong? You coming?" His hand rested on your shoulder, he gripped on it a little tighter.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio's face paled and he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you pulling your upper half to his chest he rubbed your head. "It's okay now, I am here," he whispered into your ear, shushing you. "What happened?" he asked after you had calmed down.

"Why are you still here?"

"I came to get you, now, what happened?" you gulped before answering, feeling the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. "Why?"

Mirio was confused, what were you on about? "Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?" tears roll down your cheeks, lip trembling your breathing turns uneven. Mirio frowns, his hands clenching into an fist he pulls away from the hug.

You were thinking about him, obviously. He moves in front of you grabbing your jaw, his big fingers squish your tiny cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulls your face closer to him, his elbows resting on the desk separating the two. He looks down at you, his eyes bored into yours with malice, "Mirio you're-" "Shut the fuck up." he snapped.

"You want to know why he left you? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?" you were too scared to answer, you didn't get to anyways since he blurted the out the answer in burning rage "Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?" Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, in a blink on eye he had become so different. He had snapped, you felt betrayed. The Mirio you knew would never be this rough with you, but maybe you were to blame. Deep down you knew. You were very much aware. Mirio liked you even after your breakup but you never asked, thinking it was better that way but not in a million years did you ever think that Mirio would snap and come for your soul.

"I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?" he asked again. His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared. "Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!" You  flinched and started whimpering, a weak no left your trembling lips, "It's because you're mine." he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn't believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no. He was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp. After successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You were so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

"Where are you going?" he pulled both your hands behind your back and held them there with one hand, the other snaked down under your skirt, "Mirio don't do this. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." you begged your voice shaky as big, fat teardrops rolled down your cheek. "What will you tell them? They won't believe you and besides," his fingers inched towards your core, you squirmed and wailed. His fingers rubbed against your clothed slit, pressing against your clit sending shameful jolts of pleasure throughout your body. "I will scream," you whispered before breaking into soft sobs. He was going to rape you in your own classroom and there was nothing you could do against it. With no quirk to protect yourself, you knew physically overpowering him was a dream. You just prayed that he would leave you.

"You're gonna' scream?" he scoffed, his tone was cocky- ridiculing you. "Go ahead, scream," his fingers rubbed harder against your clothed cunt as he waited for you to scream. The scream never came and Mirio started, "You're getting wet down here, you know. You like this?" pushing away your panties to the side, he let his finger graze over your sensitive folds a content sigh following right after. "You're really wet. I think I can just slide it in."

He dipped two of his fingers into your cunt while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "What do you want?" you cried as his huge fingers drilled into your small, tight pussy. "What do I want? I want you to know you're mine. Only mine." he growled in your ear. "But I guess you don't realize that. Do you? Don't worry after I knock you up you won't be able to leave me, maybe then you'll understand." your lips fell agape, and eyes widened threatening to pop right out of your sockets, "N-no pleasee don't do that. P-please-" Mirio pushed you towards the teacher's desk, bending you over it. Your face pressed against the cold wood yet you keep whimpering, begging him to let you free but he doesn't care. He's not listening.

He flips your skirt over leaving your ass a sight to his wretched eyes. He brings his hand down spanking it then pulling away to watch how your plump flesh jiggles, he chuckles. "I should beat this pretty little ass purple and blue," he talks to himself, completely disheartening your cries for help. He smacks your ass until he's satisfied- until your bottom blooms red and his palm stings. Mirio wastes no time in getting behind you, his hand still pinned both of yours behind your back. He slowly releases them, "Now. No funny business," he warns. He knows you wouldn't try anything, you couldn't; not in this state.

One of his hands grips your waist tightly while the other kneads your ass, "Ah shit, look at that." he whispers. "It's beautiful but it's not enough." He is quick to pull your panties down to your thighs and spread your legs open. You hold on to the edges of the desk as you feel his fingers run up your slit and dip into your hole.

"Cute, little cunt. All mine."

His length comes free from its confines and hits his stomach. It's long, hard, and big- so big. You had it impale you before multiple times but it had always been a stretch. His cock was just too big for your tiny pussy! His tip teased your entrance. Your hole drooling over it, he hissed. "I am going to knock you up. You won't be leaving me after that." He pushed inside slowly marveling at how your cunt sucked him up so eagerly, your mouth opened into a silent scream as he bottomed out. He didn't give you time to adjust to his size, he kept rutting his hips. He thrust his cock deep inside you hard and fast, swollen balls slapping against your clit making you moan. The sinful sound of sex: his hips hitting your rear, grunts and moans resonate through the room while you stayed there, under him feeling embarrassed, betrayed, and humiliated. Yet you could not ignore the pleasure he was giving you. His cock hit deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix trying its best to sink past the rim, your cries of agony soon turned into frenzied moans.

You were close to cumming, he could tell by how tightly your precious cunt clenched around his hard length pulling him even deeper, squeezing him trying to milk him for all he's worth. "I feel that..gonna' fill you up," he says in between his grunts. Mirio tightened his grip on your hips as you started squirming beneath him, the coil in your stomach ready to burst and moment. "You're close, baby?" You whined refusing to give in, "Aww, it's fine. Just admit it: you're mine and I'll let you cum." His thrusts slowed down denying to give you satisfaction, you wailed at the loss yet you didn't agree with him. You were to give in, you told yourself but your body didn't agree. It needed Mirio and just like that it had taken over your mind, clouded your mind with nothing but lust and him. As the need for release increased, you screamed. "Ah- fuck. Yes! I am all yours- ah!" he steadied his rhythm and you exploded all over his cock. Creaming around him, your juices flowed down to your legs. Mirio length twitched inside of you, his thrusts became sloppy- he was close.

"Yeah damn fucking right. Good girl." he praised before spilling his seed inside your womb, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and watched how his cum dripped from your abused pussy only to push it back inside with his finger. "You actually did it..." your voice was meek, head still down and body still bent over the desk. Too weak to get up, you started at the floor beneath you with glassy eyes. Mirio pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure you don't run away. The hug was warm, in any other case it would have been warm and comforting but not anymore.

"This would not have happened, Y'know. It's your fault for being such a bitch."

Right, of course, you should have been smarter. You should have loved him back when you could have.

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[theheartsmistakes]

The Last Night Part XXIII

Parts I-XXII:

Here is Part I

Here is Part II

Here is Part III

Here is Part IV

Here is Part V

Here is Part VI

Here is Part VII

Here is Part VIII

Here is Part IX

Here is Part X

Here is Part XI

Here is Part XII

Part XIII

Part XIV

Part XV

Part XVI

Part XVII

Part XVIII

Part XIX

Part XX

Part XXI

Part XXII

XXIII.

Alastair watched his sister play with her dolls on the rug in the sitting room from the second to last step on the landing. A safe distance away from the fire, her small voice filled the room with color that it sorely lacked. Since their father’s return from wherever it was he had been for the past year, their furniture (what furniture they had) started to disappear.

Cordelia, being only eight hardly noticed. Not when her father’s attention became more of a pressing matter, but Alastair being ten years old and having been the one to mind the estate after their staff stopped showing up and Sona fell into another one her deep depressions, he began to notice.

And he could only suspect one person responsible.

After being satisfied that Cordelia was out of ear range, Alastair turned and jogged up the stairs two at a time. He noted the sconces on the walls were missing along with the bulbs except for one left unprotected and obnoxiously bright without a cover. The rug that ran along the hallway was gone as well leaving the floor bare so that every footstep and noise could be heard. Alastair took a deep breath through his nose and steadied himself.

He’d secretly hoped that his mother would be the one to address the issue, but she hardly seemed to notice the missing things, or if she did, she didn’t feel the need to mention it. The house grew colder and colder by the minute despite his father's enormous presence to fill it.

A part of him chastised himself for not being more elated about his father’s return. The rest of his family members seemed to be, but because of his illusive absence for the past year with no explanation about where he’d gone and the stink of alcohol lingering on his vest, something deep in Alastair’s chest froze towards his father.

Others may be warmed by his false promises and elaborate stories, but he knew the truth. Call it a gift of his, he could see past the pretense his father shoveled in front of everyone to hide his sins.

When he reached the oak door at the end of the hall, with a shaking fist, he knocked.

At first no sound came, so he knocked again; louder this time.

A shuffle could be heard inside. Glass shattering against the floor followed by a string of cursing.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, father,” said Alastair. “I need to speak with you.”

“What’s this about?”

Alastair placed a hand on the handle. “May I come in?”

“Is this important?”

“It is,” said Alastair lifting his jaw.

“Very well,” said his father.

Alastair turned the knob and pushed his way inside. The bitter, sweet smell of freshly spilt whiskey hit him and burned his eyes. He resisted the urge to cover his nose with a handkerchief.

His father wobbled on his hands and knees attempting to clean up a spill with his pocket cloth, but moving as if he were on a very unsteady ship. Red rimmed eyes looked up at Alastair and a grin curved around his father’s face.

“What is it?” He slurred as he fell backwards against the wingback chair that happened to be the only piece of furniture in the room beside the beverage cart sitting beside the window. “Am I late for supper?”

“It’s nearly noon, father,” said Alastair. “I’m here because it appears that our household items have gone missing.”

“Missing?” Elias squinted up at his son.

“Yes.” Alastair rolled his eyes. “As in gone.”

“Like what?”

“My writing desk, Cordelia’s doll house,” said Alastair. “Mum’s good China, the Tehran crafted weapons, the silver, and where’s the furniture that used to be in this room?”

“Alastair—“

“If you’re pawning our household items to support your drinking then—“ It wasn’t a question of if, nor was it an accusation. Alastair knew the truth, he knew even if he didn’t want to believe it.

“Then what?” asked Elias. “Go on, boy, finish your sentence.”

“You’ll not take one more thing from this house,” said Alastair.

Elias scoffed and attempted to push himself up from the floor when his hand landed on a piece of glass. Elias hissed and fell backwards again onto the floor. “Bloody hell!” He held his hand up, dripping now with fresh blood. “Don’t just stand there. Get me something to stench this with.”

Alastair sighed and walked across the room to the beverage cart. A towel hung from the silver handle, stained with spilt alcohol, Alastair grabbed it and brought it over to his father.

“Where is your steele?” asked Elias as he ripped the towel from Alastair’s hand.

“I don’t have one with me,” said the boy.

“What kind of Shadowhunter doesn’t carry around his steele?”

“I’m nearly ten, father,” reminded Alastair. “I’m hardly a Shadowhunter yet. I can go find yours if you’d like.”

Elias took the towel away from his hand and examined the wound in his palm. “No, don’t trouble yourself. You’ve clearly more pressing matters to attend to. Have you spoken to your mother about these missing items?”

“I haven’t wanted to trouble her—“

“Only me?” asked Elias. “I suppose I deserve that.” He got slowly and unsteadily to his feet. When he stepped backwards a few steps, Alastair had to stop himself from reaching out towards him. He looked like a toddler learning to walk for the first time.

The question dangled on Alastair’s tongue as he watched his father pitch forward and back like an aged ship on angry seas: why did he insist on drinking? When did he become a drunk? Alastair, honestly, couldn’t remember. There’d been a time when sobriety found him for a few months and then he’d be back on the streets again. Alastair was seven years old the first time he picked him up from the porch steps when he passed out before he’d made it inside. The first time, he’d thought it kind of comical, by the third time that week, he found it frightening. And now, he wanted to ask his father why. Why weren’t they enough for him? What was his father chasing that could be found or forgotten at the bottom of a bottle?

Alastair feared he might never know.

     _ _ _

The pocket watch ticked inside Alastair’s palm where he sat on the sofa in the drawing room waiting for Cordelia and Lucie to enter through the door. It was five past three; the time they were supposed to return. Questionably, James hadn’t returned either. Alastair knew he should have trusted his instincts over his sister’s word, but he’d allowed himself to feel marginally guilty about upsetting Cordelia.

How could she not understand he was simply trying to do what was best for her? She clearly wasn’t thinking straight— and to be honest she never had when it came to the Herondale boy. It would be over his dead body that he’d ever see James hand-in-hand with his sister.

No, not even then.

Alastair shoved his watch back into his pocket, stood from the chair retrieving his jacket from the arm, and marched towards the door.

“Oh,” said a voice behind him. “Are you leaving too?”

Alastair turned to find Thomas descending the stairs in his full fighting gear. His soft brown hair was combed back away from his face and curling slightly behind his ears. His scarred hands were adjusting the straps across his broad chest that just barely fit across him. Alastair swallowed and quickly averted his eyes to his shoes and then the front door.

With a strange pitch in his voice, Alastair said, “I hadn’t realized you were here.”

“I came with my parents to meet the Herondales,” said Thomas tucking in the extra bit of leather left at the end of his strap. “I thought Christopher, Matthew, and James would be here, but it appears I am at a loss. Miss communication.”

“James is with Matthew on patrol,” said Alastair. “At least that’s what I was told.”

Thomas looked off to the side. “Then I’m sure that’s the truth of it. Where are you headed?”

“I’m supposed to meet my sister at the other Lightwood’s estate,” said Alastair. “She’s running a bit behind so I figured I’d spare her the trouble and catch her there.”

“I’m on my way there as well,” said Thomas. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

Surprised, all words evaporated from Alastair’s mind. When he managed to find them again, a bright color had emerged in his cheeks. “Are you quite sure. I don’t mind finding my own way there.”

“That’s ridiculous,” said Thomas reaching for the door knob. “We’re going in the same direction, not on an outing together, there’s no reason for us to take two separate carriages to the same destination.” Thomas opened the door and without waiting for Alastair to respond, he walked out onto the front steps.

Still slightly shocked, Alastair combed a hand through his hair, picked up his cane, and followed.

“What plans do you and Cordelia have today?” Thomas asked from atop the bench seat of his parent’s carriage.

Alastair, who’d chosen to remain quiet despite the kindness being extended to him, focused on the main road as he answered. “I’m not sure. She mentioned something about going to a park.” He was quite certain that was all that was going on between them. Perhaps his parents conjured him into being kind to the injured, isolated, and troubled Carstairs boy. Perhaps this was some sort of revenge and Thomas had alternative plans of dropping him into the Thames.

“It’s a lovely day for the park—“

“What are you doing?”

Thomas’s eyebrow jumped. “Excuse me?”

“This?” Alastair motioned between them. “This show of uncharacteristic kindness. I can tell it’s not genuine. Who put you up to this?”

Thomas sighed and straightened his shoulders. “I felt badly for the way I spoke to you the other day.”

Alastair had to fight to keep the shock from his face. “You felt bad? Thomas, you have nothing to feel badly about.”

“Perhaps,” said Thomas, “but the more I thought about it, the more I realized how unfair I was being towards you. Do not misunderstand me, this is not me granting you pardon for what you did, but rather an understanding.”

“Why?”

“Because when you created those lies about my father,” said Thomas, “I created lies for him, or what I thought were lies to help repair some of his reputation. My father, who is an upstanding citizen by most regards, and truly a wonderful father, and I was making up all kinds of lies to protect him even though I knew the rumors about him were lies— even though I believed him. I can’t imagine if the rumors were actually true.”

He didn’t have to say it. Alastair had long since learned to read between the lines of what someone was saying to him.

“I don’t need you to feel sorry for me,” said Alastair shortly.

“I don’t feel sorry for you,” said Thomas, never removing his eyes from the road, “and I don’t pity you. I’m merely saying that I understand. In a way, I understand.”

With the wind brushing against his face, Alastair felt a weight of sorts brush off of him.

“I am sorry for what I’ve done to your family and Matthew’s,” said Alastair. “I’ve been minding my father’s reputation since I was a boy.”

“Why did you do it?” asked Thomas. “I know why I fought for my father’s reputation, but yours was an actual alcoholic.”

Alastair bristled. “Alcoholic or not, he is still my father.”

“I’m sorry if I offended—“

“You didn’t offend,” said Alastair. “I suppose I fought so hard to protect him for so long that I simply forgot how to not to. I’d been able to keep up a pretense about my father that at the first sign of trouble, my instinct was to defend him, and the only way I knew how to do that was to put the spotlight onto someone else. If I’m being honest, it wasn’t him I was trying to protect.”

“Yourself?” asked Thomas, as he steered the horse down an empty brick paved street.

“Cordelia,” said Alastair. “I was trying to protect Cordelia. She grew up believing that our father was someone to be admired. She held him on the same pedestal that the Herondale children held their father. I made sure that she never knew about his… illness.”

“Does she know now?”

“She does,” said Alastair. “I couldn’t protect her forever.”

“No,” said Thomas, drawing the horse to a stop at the brick pathway leading to a white gated entrance to a garden. “I suppose you can’t.”

Alastair looked up at the beautiful ivy crested veranda and tried to remember what had caused him to go fetch Cordelia in such a hast. Surely, she was all right with Lucie and if she was in fact with James, perhaps it was high time that she started worrying about her own mistakes. And if she needed him, he would surely be there for her.

“Perhaps I’ll wait here,” said Alastair. “While you go fetch Christopher.”

From the ground now, Thomas looked up at Alastair as he tied the horse to a post. “Would you like me to get Cordelia for you?”

“No,” said Alastair, adjusting his coat. “I shouldn’t trouble her. She’ll return when—“

Before he could finish his sentence, a high pitched scream came from inside the house. Thomas and Alastair both looked in the direction of which it had come and then back at each other.

“Cordelia,” said Alastair as he swung himself down from the driver’s bench as Thomas drew a steele from the strap on his shoulder and whispered its name to it. It burst to light in his hand, accenting his face in a halo of light.

The two men stalked up to the open front door: Alastair at the front, with Thomas trailing closely behind him, both of them scanning their surroundings.

Upon entering the house, it didn’t appear that anything was out of place through the kitchen. There was no sign of a scuffle or demon activity. Even though he didn’t know him all that well, Alastair wouldn’t put it past the odd glasses wearing one to release a demon during one of his poorly executed experiments.

They inched through the kitchen into the short hallway that went through to the sitting room. Attached to the room was a staircase and from the second floor, they could hear an exchanging of voices.

Alastair broke for the stairs at a run with Thomas close behind him. He followed the direction the voices were coming from and turned to the left, stopping at a door that was partially opened. He was seconds from storming it, when Thomas grabbed him by the coat tail and wretched him back.

“Wait,” said Thomas and stepped in front of him, “listen.”

“I wouldn’t try it if I were you,” said a second voice laced with ill intention and centuries of old lies. “Not unless you want me to start breaking bones in their bodies starting with the smallest.”

Thomas grabbed Alastair’s arm and mouthed a name. “Belial.”

Suddenly, the door slammed in front of Alastair and he heard the faint sound of the lock.

“We don’t have much time. I have a very short window back into my realm and we’ll need to be going now. That is if you want your friends to live.”

“Lucie,” said a male voice that Alastair could not recognize. “Don’t go with him. I’m not meant to be here. I’m not meant to be alive.”

“How rude,” said Belial. “Do you have any idea how hard your mother and sister worked to bring you back to life. The least you could do is be more grateful.”

“If I go with you.” The voice was clearly Lucie’s and if Lucie was in there then so would Cordelia. “If I agree to do what you ask, you’ll promise to leave them alone?”

“You have my word,” said a second voice laced with ill intention and century old lies.

Thomas glanced at Alastair and pointed at the medieval spear hanging on the wall in the hallway. Alastair reached up and pulled it carefully from it’s hooks as Thomas took several steps back, picked his foot up, and kicked their way through the lock with his heel in a single, impressive stomp. As Thomas reached for Lucie, pulling her away from the mysterious figure in the center of the room, Alastair threw the spear with every ounce of his might.

He watched it spiral through the air, quick as an arrow, and then stop mere inches from Belial’s chest. A wicked grin curled around the handsome face, as the spear evaporated and then reappeared faster then Alastair could blink.

It was warm, that was the first thing he thought about. Warmth spreading across his back and his chest. His eyes searched the room for Cordelia, but he couldn’t find her face amongst the ones he could not recognize. Everyone stared at him, the pale haired girl Grace and a dark haired boy sitting beside her looked on at him terrified. His eyes drifted to his left where Thomas held Lucie tightly in his arms both gaped at him horrified. He tried to say something, but his lungs had stopped expanding. When he looked down at his chest, he could see where the warmth had come from. The end of the spear protruded from his chest.

“Alastair!” Thomas yelled.

“Go,” he said, as rust flavored saliva dripped from between his lips. “Go now.”

“Release the girl,” said Belial, with his arms crossed and a rather bored expression on his face, “and the boy lives.”

Thomas’s grip on Lucie faltered just slightly.

“Don’t,” said Alastair. “He’s lying.”

“Let me go, Thomas,” said Lucie. “Let me go. He won’t let him die, he won’t if it means he can have me.”

“Listen to the girl, Thomas,” said Belial. “Save your friend and sacrifice the other or lose both.”

Alastair could see the turmoil in Thomas’s gritted teeth and reddened face, still his hands were white knuckled around Lucie. He wouldn’t let her go. Not unless—

Lucie brought her head forward and swung it back against Thomas’s sternum. With a quick maneuver of her feet, she twisted under his grip and shoved him off balance into the wall.

“Let them go,” said Lucie, her hair loose from it’s braid now and falling around her face giving her the appearance of a mad woman. “Let him live and I’ll go with you.”

Belial grinned and with a slight nod of his head, he and Lucie blinked from the room like a flash of lightning. Alastair was released from the spear in the wall and fell crumpled to the ground on his knees. His hands went to his chest to feel for the wound, but while the blood and hole in his shirt were still there, the wound and weapon were not.

A/N: Hope I redeemed myself just a little bit. Next update comes out 12/20

[fictional-thoughts]

Howdy😊 can you please do a Mandalorian x reader where he gets turned in watching them fight?

it’s not as smutty but there’s kind of sexual tension

The mandalorian is paused in the middle of a small battle, frozen in the midst of flying dirt and smoke; a group of wild scavengers have attacked the small base camp you and the mandalorian have set up, but he’s caught in time, bodies under his feet he’s stopped in time as she’s taking two of them at once, using her long bladed weapon with such fierceness he’s only in awe, you’re fast and strong, it’s a whirlwind mess of smoke and bloodshed as you finish the brave contender, it’s a quick win, and the dark crimson blood of the slain splashed over the ground and you’ve got flecks of the stuff over your face.

you’re not concerned with nor notice the stunned mandalorian stopped to watch you flip the blades in your hand to get a better grip and you’re wiping the victims blood off the sharp end of the blade to your thigh and mando slowly inhales, his ire only drawn to you, so fearful, stunning, powerful. he’s finding himself engraved in the dance of battle, but you’re the only one on the stage, spotlight on you it’s all he can see.

you’re good, and you know it — and that’s what makes it all the more entrapping.

he’s sure you’ve always been like this, powerful and cunning, merciless you take down another scavenger, pulling a blaster from your thigh holster the mandalorian finds himself anxiously watching you, the world falls out of focus around him. how could he have not noticed before? you shoot and the recoil of the blaster forced you to concentrate more, gnawing your bottom lip the mandalorian is having trouble not letting his once controlled mind slip somewhere secret and sinful.

the mandalorian never really believed you when you said the way that he fought was easily the most attractive thing you’ve seen. the strong movements and articulated hits, perfect shots and the way he used his broad shoulders to take down the enemy could be described as seductive, alluring, the dramatics of death and protecting ones self with such perfection and ability.

but you’re moving so brilliantly it’s hard for him to not think of the times you’ve been that way with him, alive, expressive and so so so in depth with movement he can only think to describe you as a work of art.

his chest rises and falls a little more deeply and the palms of his hands are warm, he wants to take you in his arms and keep you to himself, tear you from the battle but use the adrenaline to stroke the flames, keep the bloodthirsty version of you that’s got him so hot that he only wants a taste. he’s imagining you in your armour, pushed against the wall of his ship with your hands on him and his in your hair, he’s got that familiar tug in his stomach and shit, he’s realizing just how attractive you are in the middle of a battle, blood streaks and powerful.

forgetting the oath and the Way of the mandalorian he’s wondering just what it would feel like to kiss you, to trail over your skin with a brush of his fingertips and lips on your pretty throat.

this isn’t good.

he’s inwardly beating himself up but can’t help but watch you, the world around you blurry, red rimmed and stunning. he’s still staring and doesn’t noticed a scavenger break free from your bonds and tear through the trees toward the mandalorian. he’s caught in your trap and doesn’t fall back to the planet until he’s literally crashing to the ground, the scavengers got him pinned.

the force of it pulls the air from the lungs and the armour is pushed roughly into his skin, his head knocks around in the helmet and he feels the bridge of his nose cut and ooze warm blood. he’s swearing and realizes his blasters been dropped. all thoughts of you vanish quite quickly as the scavenger is on him in an instant, bloody yelllow teeth and rotten breath obscure the mandalorians surroundings, it’s a blaring alarm in his mind and he can’t get a grip on his knife. god, it’s a mess and he’s just wondering what’s happening to you now that he can’t see you. he’s pushing back the scavenger with his hands on its shoulders, grunting with effort while his muscles strain.

the thing atop him is shrieking and suddenly goes silent. thick and bubbly green blood leaks from its mouth and lands on his chest piece of beskar metal. it’s dead. he’s breathing hard and looks around in confusion. then the body is shoved off of him and your face appears over him. mando sighs in defeat and drops back into the forest floor, shaking his head in slight embarrassment

what is wrong with him?

“a little distracted, were we?” you’re teasing and helping him up from the grass, his armour clicking and he’s groaning, that scavenger got him good. you’re smiling and watching the masked man search for his fallen weapon.

“distracted,” he mumbles and picks up the fallen blaster, it was right beside him the whole time. he straightens up, “yeah.” distracted is a good word for it.

you’re close to him and he’s still so tangled in the idea of you alone with him, closer than you got during the battle, under him and saying his name and your hands trailing downwards and— “you okay?” she’s asking him and under the mask he feels his face heat up. maybe he should get a medical, he’s confused and nothing liken this has ever happened to him before. but, in turn, he’s never seen you fight before.

“yes i’m fine, thank you.” he’s back to his cool demeanour and brushes past you to begin the long trek back to his ship. he’s done with this planet and he’s done thinking of you tackling another scavenger to the ground with your thighs around them.

you’re following him through the mess of bodies of the injured and the dead attackers. picking up some of their weapons you think of why he’d been attacked. surely he wasn’t getting rusty, he’s a better fighter than you and that’s saying something. “mando, you sure? that fall looked pretty hard.”

you’ve stopped him from stalking away from you like he normally does when he doesn’t want to talk by holding his arm, your hand on the thick and soft material of his shirt. the mandalorian looks down then back up at you, he feels a swooping surge of warmth when you touched him, of gentle fires and buried emotions. shit.

“i’m bleeding,” he’s telling you and pulling his arm away, now really wanting to get the hell out of there. “it’s fine, i’ll fix it when we get back.”

“i could help,” innocent, doesn’t mean a thing but mando cant help but picture you, that face of concentration and the feeling of your body so close to his, gently fixing his wounds. “if you want.”

“i’ll do it later,” his deep voice is smooth as the helmet contours it to sound all the more pleasuring to you. “can’t remove my helmet off in front of you,”

she doesn’t answer but smiles slyly and walks past him. he’s trying not to stare after her, to figure out what happened, dissect the rather heated situation, what made everything so different that he thinks of her in such a way?

then she’s turning to look back at the mandalorian over her shoulder, “too bad, there could be lots of things we can do without that helmet in the way.”

[chiefbelieverstarlight]

“The Garden of Janus”

I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above the West, brave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleep's dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity! II So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels; my blood's bewitched; My brain's afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death's horizon. III I woke from this. I lay upon the lawn; They had thrown roses on the moss With all their thorns; we came there at the dawn, My lord and I; God sailed across The sky in's galleon of amber, drawn By singing winds While we wove garlands of the flowers of our minds. IV All day my lover deigned to murder me, Linking his kisses in a chain About my neck; demon-embroidery! Bruises like far-ff mountains stain The valley of my body of ivory! Then last came sleep. I wake, and he is gone; what should I do but weep? V Nay, for I wept enough --- more sacred tears! --- When first he pinned me, gripped My flesh, and as a stallion that rears, Sprang, hero-thewed and satyr-lipped; Crushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears; Sucked out my life And stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of wife. VI I will not weep; nay, I will follow him Perchance he is not far, Bathing his limbs in some delicious dim Depth, where the evening star May kiss his mouth, or by the black sky's rim He makes his prayer To the great serpent that is coiled in rapture there. VII I rose to seek him. First my footsteps faint Pressed the starred moss; but soon I wandered, like some sweet sequestered saint, Into the wood, my mind. The moon Was staggered by the trees; with fierce constraint Hardly one ray Pierced to the ragged earth about their roots that lay. VIII I wandered, crying on my Lord. I wandered Eagerly seeking everywhere. The stories of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space --- Like to a demon-king's was grown my maiden face! XI At last I came unto the well, my soul In that still glass, I saw no sign Of him, and yet --- what visions there uproll To cloud that mirror-soul of mine? Above my head there screams a flying scroll Whose word burnt through My being as when stars drop in black disastrous dew. X For in that scroll was written how the globe Of space became; of how the light Broke in that space and wrapped it in a robe Of glory; of how One most white Withdrew that Whole, and hid it in the lobe Of his right Ear, So that the Universe one dewdrop did appear. IX Yea! and the end revealed a word, a spell, An incantation, a device Whereby the Eye of the Most Terrible Wakes from its wilderness of ice To flame, whereby the very core of hell Bursts from its rind, Sweeping the world away into the blank of mind. XII So then I saw my fault; I plunged within The well, and brake the images That I had made, as I must make - Men spin The webs that snare them - while the knee Bend to the tyrant God - or unto Sin The lecher sunder! Ah! came that undulant light from over or from under? XIII It matters not. Come, change! come, Woe! Come, mask! Drive Light, Life, Love into the deep! In vain we labour at the loathsome task Not knowing if we wake or sleep; But in the end we lift the plumed casque Of the dead warrior; Find no chaste corpse therein, but a soft-smiling whore. XIV Then I returned into myself, and took All in my arms, God's universe: Crushed its black juice out, while His anger shook His dumbness pregnant with a curse. I made me ink, and in a little book I wrote one word That God himself, the adder of Thought, had never heard. XV It detonated. Nature, God, mankind Like sulphur, nitre, charcoal, once Blended, in one annihilation blind Were rent into a myriad of suns. Yea! all the mighty fabric of a Mind Stood in the abyss, Belching a Law for "That" more awful than for "This." XVI Vain was the toil. So then I left the wood And came unto the still black sea, That oily monster of beatitude! ('Hath "Thee" for "Me," and "Me" for "Thee!") There as I stood, a mask of solitude Hiding a face Wried as a satyr's, rolled that ocean into space. XVII Then did I build an altar on the shore Of oyster-shells, and ringed it round With star-fish. Thither a green flame I bore Of phosphor foam, and strewed the ground With dew-drops, children of my wand, whose core Was trembling steel Electric that made spin the universal Wheel. XVIII With that a goat came running from the cave That lurked below the tall white cliff. Thy name! cried I. The answer that gave Was but one tempest-whisper - "If!" Ah, then! his tongue to his black palate clave; For on soul's curtain Is written this one certainty that naught is certain! XIX So then I caught that goat up in a kiss. And cried Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Then all this body's wealth of ambergris, (Narcissus-scented flesh of man!) I burnt before him in the sacrifice; For he was sure - Being the Doubt of Things, the one thing to endure! XX Wherefore, when madness took him at the end, He, doubt-goat, slew the goat of doubt; And that which inward did for ever tend Came at the last to have come out; And I who had the World and God to friend Found all three foes! Drowned in that sea of changes, vacancies, and woes! XXI Yet all that Sea was swallowed up therein; So they were not, and it was not. As who should sweat his soul out through the skin And find (sad fool!) he had begot All that without him that he had left in, And in himself All he had taken out thereof, a mocking elf! XXII But now that all was gone, great Pan appeared. Him then I strove to woo, to win, Kissing his curled lips, playing with his beard, Setting his brain a-shake, a-spin, By that strong wand, and muttering of the weird That only I Knew of all souls alive or dead beneath the sky. XXIII So still I conquered, and the vision passed. Yet still was beaten, for I knew Myself was He, Himself, the first and last; And as an unicorn drinks dew From under oak-leaves, so my strength was cast Into the mire; For all I did was dream, and all I dreamt desire. XXIV More; in this journey I had clean forgotten The quest, my lover. But the tomb Of all these thoughts, the rancid and the rotten, Proved in the end to be my womb Wherein my Lord and lover had begotten A little child To drive me, laughing lion, into the wanton wild! XXV This child hath not one hair upon his head, But he hath wings instead of ears. No eyes hath he, but all his light is shed Within him on the ordered sphere Of nature that he hideth; and in stead Of mouth he hath One minute point of jet; silence, the lightning path! XXVI Also his nostrils are shut up; for he Hath not the need of any breath; Nor can the curtain of eternity Cover that head with life or death. So all his body, a slim almond-tree, Knoweth no bough Nor branch nor twig nor bud, from never until now. XXVII This thought I bred within my bowels, I am. I am in him, as he in me; And like a satyr ravishing a lamb So either seems, or as the sea Swallows the whale that swallows it, the ram Beats its own head Upon the city walls, that fall as it falls dead. XXVIII Come, let me back unto the lilied lawn! Pile me the roses and the thorns, Upon this bed from which he hath withdrawn! He may return. A million morns May follow that first dire daemonic dawn When he did split My spirit with his lightnings and enveloped it! XXIX So I am stretched out naked to the knife, My whole soul twitching with the stress Of the expected yet surprising strife, A martyrdom of blessedness. Though Death came, I could kiss him into life; Though Life came, I Could kiss him into death, and yet nor live nor die! XXX Yet I that am the babe, the sire, the dam, Am also none of these at all; For now that cosmic chaos of I AM Bursts like a bubble. Mystical The night comes down, a soaring wedge of flame Woven therein To be a sign to them who yet have never been. XXXI The universe I measured with my rod. The blacks were balanced with the whites; Satan dropped down even as up soared God; Whores prayed and danced with anchorites. So in my book the even matched the odd: No word I wrote Therein, but sealed it with the signet of the goat. XXXII This also I seal up. Read thou herein Whose eyes are blind! Thou may'st behold Within the wheel (that alway seems to spin All ways) a point of static gold. Then may'st thou out therewith, and fit it in That extreme sphere Whose boundless farness makes it infinitely near.

-- Aleister Crowley

[starksinthenorth]

(most) Appearance Descriptions of Slaves in ASOIAF

Before I jump into a list, reminder that this is what slaves are used for in Essos and their importance of the industry to the non-slaves:

"The best calumnies are spiced with truth," suggested Qavo, "but the girl's true sin cannot be denied. This arrogant child has taken it upon herself to smash the slave trade, but that traffic was never confined to Slaver's Bay. . . . . Slaves grow our food, clean our streets, teach our young. They guard our walls, row our galleys, fight our battles. And now when they look east, they see this young queen shining from afar, this breaker of chains. The Old Blood cannot suffer that. Poor men hate her too. Even the vilest beggar stands higher than a slave. This dragon queen would rob him of that consolation."

- ADWD, TYRION VI

A Game of Thrones

The old woman, small and grey as a mouse, never said a word, but the girl made up for it. She was Illyrio's favorite, a fair-haired, blue-eyed wench of sixteen who chattered constantly as she worked.

DAENERYS I

Magister Illyrio murmured a command, and four burly slaves hurried forward, bearing between them a great cedar chest bound in bronze. 

DAENERYS II

A trader from Qarth once told me that dragons came from the moon," blond Doreah said as she warmed a towel over the fire. Jhiqui and Irri were of an age with Dany, Dothraki girls taken as slaves when Drogo destroyed their father's khalasar. Doreah was older, almost twenty. Magister Illyrio had found her in a pleasure house in Lys.

DAENERYS III 

I will rape their women, take [the Westerosi’s] children as slaves, and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak to bow down beneath the Mother of Mountains.

DAENERYS VI

The women and children of Ogo's khalasar walked with a sullen pride, even in defeat and bondage; they were slaves now, but they seemed not to fear it. 

DAENERYS VII

One of them, a thick-bodied, flat-nosed woman of forty years, blessed Dany haltingly in the Common Tongue, but from the others she got only flat black stares. 

DAENERYS VII (Mirri Maz Duur; her skin is never described, but in the same chapter the Lhazareen are described as having “the same copper skin and almond-shaped eyes” of the Dothraki.) 

A Clash of Kings

When they found the fool he was naked, [Patchface’s] skin white and wrinkled and powdered with wet sand.

PROLOGUE

Even [Melisandre’s] eyes were red . . . but her skin was smooth and white, unblemished, pale as cream.

PROLOGUE (She’s confirmed as a former slave in FeastDance.)

[Varys] held out a parchment in a soft white hand.

TYRION XII (Varys’ former slavery in Lys is stated by Pycelle in AGOT, EDDARD V)

The huge brown eunuch swaggered forward, sheathing his arakh. 

DAENERYS V (Strong Belwas, from Meereen)

A Storm of Swords

No older than ten, [Missandei] had the round flat face, dusky skin, and golden eyes of Naath. 

DAENERYS II

More than half [of the Unsullied] had the copper skins and almond eyes of Dothraki and Lhazerene, but she saw men of the Free Cities in the ranks as well, along with pale Qartheen, ebon-faced Summer Islanders, and others whose origins she could not guess. And some had skins of the same amber hue as Kraznys mo Nakloz, and the bristly red-black hair that marked the ancient folk of Ghis, who named themselves the harpy's sons. They sell even their own kind. It should not have surprised her. The Dothraki did the same, when khalasar met khalasar in the sea of grass.

DAENERYS II 

These were no Unsullied, Dany noted, but a more common sort of men, with pale brown skins and black hair.

DAENERYS II 

The elder Grazdan sat in a sedan chair supported by four huge copper-skinned slaves. 

DAENERYS III

"Mhysa!" a brown-skinned man [one of the former slaves] shouted out at her.

DAENERYS IV

A Feast for Crows / A Dance with Dragons

As they neared the shore, he noticed a line of women and children herded up onto the deck of one of the great cogs. Some had their hands bound behind their backs, and all wore loops of hempen rope about their necks. "Who are they?" he asked the men who helped tie up their boat.

THE REAVER (Victarion in the Reach, so Andals and First Men.)

Lord Ghael [a former slave] had a mouth of brown and rotten teeth and the pointed yellow face of a weasel.

DAENERYS I

[The volantene pleasure slave] had freckled cheeks and tight red curls upon her head, which gave promise of freckled breasts and red hair between her legs.

TYRION VI

Their driver was one of the cousin's slaves, a small man with a wheel tattooed upon one cheek, naked but for a breechclout and a pair of sandals. His skin was the color of teak, his eyes chips of flint.

THE MERCHANT’S MAN

Inside was a painted likeness of a woman with big blue eyes and pale golden hair streaked by silver.

TYRION II (Describing Serra, Illyrio’s former wife)

Her white hair was so thin that the pink of her scalp showed through. 

TYRION VII (Describing the Widow of the Waterfront)

Tall and thin, [Benerro] had a drawn face and skin white as milk. 

⁃TYRION

[Moqorro’s] skin was black as pitch, his hair as white as snow; the flames tattooed across his cheek and brow yellow and orange.

TYRION

Clean-shaved and pink-cheeked, with a mop of chestnut hair, a heavy brow, and a squashed nose, he perched on a high stool with a wooden spoon in hand, contemplating a bowl of purplish gruel with red-rimmed eyes. 

TYRION VII (Describing Penny, a future slave.)

A pretty slave girl might have done wonders to improve his temper … particularly one with silvery hair, like the whore who had been sitting on his cock back in Selhorys.

TYRION VIII

Though  can’t find the quote, in THE BLIND GIRL, Arya learns of wildling slaves from Hardhome. 

[forgedirons]

              *     so  like.  yeah.  it  me,  cc.  i  can’t  read,  spell,  or  write  –  &  yet  i  joined  this  anyway  because  i  am  are  in  love  with  you  all.  anyway.

❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬     ›     𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔     .  

the   communication's   chair   of   the   yale's   elite,   they're   twenty-two   and   a   senior   undergrad   student   majoring   in   print   journalism.   they   are   as   vigilant   as   they   are   importunate.

blackmail  :

(i).  despite claiming to be a journalist that holds the truth over everything, she's being paid off by an embezzling official & keeping the funds for her own personal spending. 

(ii).  she won her current internship by sabotaging her competitors with “strategic investigating”, which she then used against them by creating a gossip buzz under an anonymous pseudonym. 

(iii). death tw: claims that her parents passed away her freshman year of undergrad and uses it as a way to avoid talking about how they’re in prison ( & how it’s her testimony that landed them there ).

 ❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬     ›     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒     .    

you  wear  sorrow  well,  grief  is  not  a  compliment  –  nor  is  it  to  be  romanticized.  your  heart’s  always  been  broken  &  you  doubt  it  was  ever  whole  to  begin  with.  behind  closed  eyes,  maroon  rose  petals  fall  onto  a  fresh  blanket  of  white  snow;  your  fingers  are  pricked  by  the  thorns  while  you  open  your  eyes  to  the  flickering  lamp  in  your  room.  cloaked  in  shadows,  red  string  is  strung  across  a  board,  connecting  clues  that  nobody  else  but  you  seems  to  see.  you  are  meant  for  so  much  more  than  this  run  down  shack,  you’ve  always  told  yourself  this  –  you  wonder  if  anyone  else  is  listening  (  but,  you’ve  always  been  alone;  your  words  have  always  bounced  back  onto  your  own  skin  ).

 ❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦    ›     𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒     .  

                           ✧  *   core  

↠  full  name  .  isabeau  hwang  . ↠ nickname(s)  /  alias(es)  /   title(s)  .  (  off  brand  )  nancy  drew,  isa,  is,  beau  . ↠  age  /  dob  .  twenty  -  two  /  march,  19  . ↠  hometown  .  ?  idk?  kansas  somewhere  . ↠  current  location  .  yale  idk  what  city  it’s  in  don’t  @  me  . ↠  ethnicity  .  korean  . ↠  nationality  .  american  . ↠  gender .  cis  gender  woman  . ↠  pronouns .  she  /  her  . ↠  orientation  .  bisexual  ,  grayromantic  . ↠  occupation  .  undergraduate  student  . ↠  face  claim  .  kim  sojung  (  sowon  )  .

       ✧  *   countenance

↠  height  .  five  feet,  eight  inches  (  172  cm  ) ↠  build .  slim,  well  toned  but  tall  –  slim  /  athletic. ↠  tattoos  .  be  good,  on  the  inside  of  her  left  middle  finger.  also,  this.  ↠  piercings  .  ears  . ↠  scars  .  a  couple,  none  too  prominent  . ↠  hair .  kept  long  &  though  she  seems  to  sport  a  different  color  every  year  since  arriving  on  campus,  she’s  recently  dyed  it  back  to  a  natural  shade  of  black.  it’s  always  in  place  &  always  styled  neatly,  whether  it’s  pulled  back  or  curled  (  to  pretentiously  imperfectly  perfection  )  . ↠  eyes  .  dark  brown  &  often  inquisitive,  like  she’s  trying  to  solve  a  riddle  that  nobody  else  is  in  on  except  herself.  half  of  the  time,  they’re  hidden  behind  gold  -  rimmed  glasses  that  look  a  little  too  expensive  for  someone  of  her  background,  but  she  otherwise  wears  contacts.  has  really  bad  vision,  though,  &  is  a  blind  bitch  . ↠  clothing  style  .  best  described  as  business  casual,  semi-formal,  professional  but  make  it  chic.  lots  of  skirts,  lots  of  turtlenecks,  long  coats  &  expensive  fabrics  that  all  coordinate  to  make  her  look  either  like  she  just  walked  out  of  a  dark  academia  novel  or  a  meeting  with  the  president  of  the  school  where  she  did  nothing  but  argue.  very  rarely  seen  in  sweats  or  anything  “bummy”  –  maybe  she  cares  too  much  about  her  image. ↠  usual  expression  .  resting  bitch  face  –  but  promote  it.  she  just  looks  unapproachable  in  general,  her  usual  expression  is  something  between  disgust  &  apathy,  it  makes  her  look  like  she’s  consistently  looking  at  her  surroundings  &  being  very  displeased  with  everything  around  her  (  it’s  because  she  made  the  face  too  much  as  a  kid,  now  it’s  stuck  that  way  )  . ↠  speech  .  elegant  &  well  -  thought  out.  everything  she  says  sounds  like  it’s  rehearsed  &  practiced,  like  she  wakes  up  in  the  morning  &  writes  a  script  for  her  entire  day.  she  very  obviously  thinks  before  she  speaks,  always,  &  tries  to  sound  like  she  looks,  but  catch  her  without  anyone  around  &  she  speaks  a  lot  like  the  trailer  trash  she  really  is  . ↠  distinguishing  features  .  intense  eyes  that  make  her  look  like  she  always  knows  someone’s  secret,  the  slight  lopsided  grin  –  she  might  be  smirking  or  maybe  she  just  knows  something  you  don’t,  finely  shaped  eyebrows  idk  dude

       ✧  *  ruminations    

↠  (  +  )  positive .  vigilant  ,  heedful  ,  aspiring ↠  (  -  )  negative  .  importunate  ,  reckless  ,  impetuous ↠  moral  alignment  .  true  neutral  -  neutral  evil ↠  likes  .  her  designated  corner  of  the  library  –  especially  late  at  night  when  she  can  sigh  super  loudly  without  anyone  glaring  at  her,  iced  americanos  but  only  on  rainy  days  &  only  on  rainy  days  where  she  wears  her  glasses,  the  feeling  &  the  smell  of  solid  cash,  putting  together  the  pieces  of  a  puzzle  that  she’s  been  working  on  for  a  long  time  (  investigations  or  not  ),  stargazing  but  only  on  beaches  &  only  during  the  wintertime  . ↠  dislikes  .  any  other  journalist  ever,  any  pop  beverages  (  because  she  also  doesn’t  like  to  burp ),  the  smell  of  chlorine  or  gasoline  or  freshly  cut  grass,  being  touched  by  strangers  in  any  sort  of  instance,  waking  up  before  ten  in  the  morning  (  staying  up  until  10  am  however,  different  story  ),  know  it  all  TA’s,  professors  who  can’t  debate  her  for  more  than  fifteen  minutes ↠  quirks  .  always  has  a  small,  moleskin  notebook  on  her  person  that  she’ll  pull  out  to  write  little  notes  in,  has  amazing  penmanship,  speaking  of  –  only  ever  writes  in  pen  &  never  uses  anything  else  to  write,  squints  &  digs  her  front  teeth  into  her  tongue  when  she’s  really  focusing  on  something  . ↠  hobbies  .  disappearing  for  long  periods  of  time  just  to  resurface  &  act  like  nothing  happened  (  solving  mysteries,  like  nancy  drew  ),  being  the  first  to  let  her  opinion  be  heard  by  anyone  who  happens  to  be  nearby,  starting  fights  &  finishing  them  by  cheating.

❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲     ›     𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄     .

trigger  warnings : death  ,  lots  of  illegal  activity

       ✧  *  ISABEAU.

        *     she’s  born  to  a  wanted  pair  .  with  bounties  &  rewards  attached  to  their  mugshots,  they  bring  a  baby  into  the  world  &  decide  to  bring  her  along  for  the  ride.  named  isabeau,  her  first  memory  is  watching  the  door  while  her  parents  count  money  on  a  motel  bed  behind  her.  her  first  word  is  “fuck!”  while  she  rides  in  the  backseat  of  a  stolen  pick  up  truck,  a  toddler  clutching  a  stolen  baby  toy  while  wearing  clothes  that  definitely  don’t  belong  to  her.  whether  it’s  inherited  or  not,  she  grasps  greed  &  holds  it  as  her  biggest  sin.  much  like  her  father,  in  that  aspect  –  there’s  nothing  more  she  craves  than  having  more.  more  money,  more  lust,  more  power,  more  reputation  –  more,  more,  more.  it  sits  in  her  gut  like  a  waning  hunger  she’ll  never  get  rid  of  –  but,  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  call  it  for  almost  her  entire  life. 

she’s  not  the  eldest  of  the  crew.  her  sister  is  three  years  older  than  her  &  much  more  kind  than  anyone  else  in  the  family  will  ever  be.  where  isabeau  takes  after  their  parents  (  often  described  as  ruthless,  greedy,  selfish  &  reckless  ),  pippa  was  her  own  person  through  &  through.  she  was  soft,  &  sweet,  &  she  always  did  what  was  right.  though,  she  was  raised  to  believe  that  lying  to  the  police  was  right,  &  that  stealing  in  the  supermarkets  was  the  right  thing  to  do.  growing  up,  though,  isabeau  always  sort  of  knew  that  it  was  really  just  her  &  pippa  against  the  world.  their  parents,  however  eccentric,  were  often  absent  &  left  them  alone  for  days  on  end  –  only  to  return  with  more  trouble  on  their  hands.

eventually,  they  decided  to  settle  in  buttcrack  nowhere,  kansas  in  the  smallest,  shittiest  trailer  park  they  could  find.  it  was  one  small  trailer  that  kept  the  hwang  family  together;  isabeau  &  pippa  sleeping  on  a  couch  -  turned  -  bed,  their  parents  on  the  big  one  in  the  back.  she  gets  enrolled  in  school  &  is  taught  to  never  tell  anyone  who  her  parents  are  or  what  they  do  for  a  living  (  which,  including  robbery,  dealing,  blackmailing,  etc.  is  a  lot  )  otherwise  she’ll  get  in  a  lot  of  trouble.  but  isabeau  is  a  curious  girl,  she  watches  everything  unfold  in  front  of  her  &  always  wants  to  know  more  (  &  more,  &  more,  &  more  ).

one  of  the  brightest  of  her  class  in  the  small  town,  she  grows  to  be  somewhat  of  a  nancy  drew.  people  of  the  town  know  her,  they  give  her  their  problems  &  missing  cats  &  disappearing  letters  &  mismatched  shoes  to  solve.  isabeau,  no  matter  how  troubled,  is  smart  &  the  townspeople  know  it.  looking  back  on  it,  she’ll  always  remark  that  they  were  trying  to  help  her,  but  she  only  ever  saw  it  as  something  to  do.  her  biggest  case,  finding  a  missing  girl  in  the  seventh  grade  –  her  smallest  case,  finding  a  coin  purse  that  someone  misplaced.

in  eighth  grade,  she  starts  her  own  newspaper  at  school  where  she  publishes  stories  of  her  investigations.  initially,  it’s  just  something  to  keep  her  at  school  longer  (  because,  home  isn’t  really  where  she  wants  to  be  –  she’s  old  enough  now  to  realize  home  isn’t  home  ),  but  she  learns  how  good  she  is  at  it.  creating  pieces,  interviewing  people,  just,  plain  writing  –  it’s  her  thing.  her  english  teacher  (  mrs.  kenningston  )  encourages  her  &  gets  her  a  freelance  spot  with  the  town  newspaper.

things  are  great  for  isabeau  in  high  school.  she’s  popular,  editor  of  the  school  newspaper,  amateur  detective  &  freelance  reporter  for  the  town  newspaper.  her  goal  is  to  get  out  of  town,  to  get  far  away  from  her  family  &  become  some  sort  of  lois  lane.  freshman  year,  her  sister  graduates  high  school  &  is  set  to  go  to  ksu  –  before  sophomore  year,  isabeau’s  burying  her  sister  in  the  graveyard  of  a  town  they  both  hated.  a  freak  accident,  the  newspaper  reports  –  &  for  a  month,  everyone  believes  it.  but,  sophomore  year  starts  &  isabeau  anonymously  testifies  against  her  parents  in  court;  their  recklessness,  along  with  their  shady  dealings  led  to  the  death  of  not  only  pippa,  but  a  group  of  graduated  teenagers  in  town.  the  hwang  parents  go  away  for  life  on  isabeau’s  testimony,  &  she’s  never  seen  in  town  again. 

by  dumb  luck,  she’s  adopted  into  a  middle-class  family  somewhere  in  vermont  &  sent  to  a  very  good  school  that  looks  very  good  on  her  transcripts.  she  goes  into  overdrive  trying  to  bury  her  past,  carefully  crafting  herself  a  new  identity  with  each  year  that  passes  in  her  high  school  career.  things  get  buried,  people  are  swayed  –  isabeau  hwang  isn’t  the  same  isabeau  hwang  from  that  small  town  in  kansas  who  saved  a  group  of  children,  she  isn’t  the  isabeau  hwang  who  befriended  the  unfriendly  folks  on  the  outskirts  of  town  that  people  thought  were  possessed.  isabeau  hwang  from  vermont  is  a  very  lucky  girl  with  a  troubling  past  she  doesn’t  talk  about,  but  manages  to  graduate  top  of  her  class  with  offers  from  three  ivy  league  colleges  &  every  other  school  she  applied  to.  that’s  all  she  offers,  that’s  all  most  people  know.

at  yale,  she  works  even  harder  to  maintain  her  reputation.  she’s  the  girl  who’ll  go  places,  a  poor  girl  who’ll  get  into  yale’s  elites,  the  girl  who  nobody  wants  to  argue  with.  on  campus,  she’s  loud,  she’s  opinionated  &  she’s  (  or,  thinks  she’s  )  powerful.  a  member  of  the  school  newspaper,  her  pieces  are  quick  to  be  published  &  even  quicker  to  gain  traction.  isabeau,  a  nosy  investigator  at  heart,  chooses  to  publish  stories  that  grab  attention  &  often  expose  a  thing  or  two  –  she  gains  a  small  following  just  because  she  tends  to  always  know  a  thing  or  two  about  a  thing  or  two.

it’s  obvious  she  had  her  eye  set  on  the  elites  from  the  moment  she  stepped  foot  onto  campus,  &  after  fighting  tooth  &  nail  to  gain  a  reputation  (  as  an  opinionated,  over  -  achieving,  pretentious  shrew  of  a  person  ),  she  argues  her  way  into  the  elites.  in  her  own  words,  it’s  much  better  to  have  her  on  their  side  rather  than  have  her  against  them  (  empty  threat,  what  she  gonna  do,  she  have  no  money  really  ).  at  the  moment,  it  looks  like  she’s  really  gotten  everything  she’s  dreamed  of  –  but  isabeau  hwang  deals  in  greed,  &  all  she  wants  now  is  more,  more,  more