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ainful sunday!!
thinking about izuku coming back from a long, agitating mission and just fucking his girlfriend for hours on end due to the fact he couldnt fuck her for two months..
Warnings: aged-up Izuku
SINFUL SUNDAY
The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit bedroom bathed in a soft glow emanating from a little lamp placed on a nightstand. The atmosphere was both calming and intimate, a thoughtful touch from someone who knew him all too well.
Izuku's eyes widened as he spotted your silhouette by the window, your gaze fixed on the city skyline. The scent of a familiar perfume hung in the air, triggering a wave of nostalgia and warmth. He cleared his throat, not wanting to startle you.
You turned, your eyes widening in surprise before giving way to a radiant smile. "Izuku," you breathed, crossing the room in swift strides. Your embrace was a testament to the longing that had built up over the weeks of separation, the relief of being back in each other's arms.
"I missed you so much," you murmured against his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his hero costume.
The sensation of your touch grounded him, a stark contrast to the chaos he had faced on his long mission.
As you pulled away, Izuku's eyes met yours, gratitude and love reflected in the depths of his green orbs. "I missed you too, Y/N," he confessed, his voice a mixture of exhaustion and genuine affection. "It felt like an eternity out there."
You led him to the bed, urging him to rest while you fetched a glass of water.
Sitting there, he found solace in your presence, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from his shoulders.
You spoke of the challenges faced, the victories achieved, and the moments of doubt that had haunted his journey.
"Coming back to you makes everything worth it," Deku admitted, his gaze unwavering.
You nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. "You're my hero, Izuku, in more ways than one."
Izuku enfolded you in a snug embrace, his lips leisurely planting tender kisses across your face. After delicately removing his gloves, his calloused fingers traced a gentle path along the nape of your neck. Amidst the soft caresses, he murmured affectionate words against your lips, "My babygirl, my little love."
Soon, he found himself pinning you down onto the mattress, his adept hands delicately removing your nightgown. His slightly chapped lips planted kisses along your exposed shoulders, traced the neckline, and lingered in the valley between your breasts.
Effortlessly, Izuku shed his hero uniform, the sound of zippers echoing in the room. Your laughter bubbled as you witnessed his struggle, prompting you to assist. A small smile graced your lips as your fingertips traced the contours of his toned body, a tangible reunion after the prolonged absence.
Foreplay was unnecessary - you were already drenched, just for Izuku.
Deku encountered no obstacles entering your pussy - your slick wetness facilitated an easy slide of his aching manhood right into your snug core.
He started with deliberate slowness, his thrusts mirroring the measured precision of his heroics.
Your quiet moans intertwined with his labored breaths, marking the end of a prolonged hiatus from your sex sessions. Despite your initial tightness, the reunion felt blissful for both, a testament to the longing that had built up during your time apart.
"Oh, Izuku, I've been dreaming about this moment for so long," you whispered, arms enveloping his neck.
He grunted, gazing down at you, hands cradling your face. "Me too, babygirl. Missed your warmth."
As pure passion took hold, Izuku found himself completely consumed by desire, his thrusts quickening in response to the escalating intensity of arousal.
In no time, you succumbed to pleasure beneath him, becoming a moaning mess. Every thrust seemed to expertly target those incredibly sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure through you as the tip of his dick brushed against your spongy walls.
After a particularly forceful thrust, you screamed his name as your head tilted back onto the pillows. Overwhelmed by the intense sensation, you instinctively wrapped your leg around his hips, drawing him closer and subtly altering the angle for heightened pleasure, allowing Deku to penetrate your pussy even deeper than before.
Following his climax, you soon experienced your own, your body spasming from overstimulation.
Deku, catching his breath, tenderly kissed your forehead before withdrawing his cock out of your snug cunt. He then requested you to turn to your side. As you complied, he positioned himself behind you and reentered your pussy; his cock got hard again in no time.
Breathless, you gasped and bit your lower lip, feeling the intensity of his thrusts and a bulge his cock formed within your lower tummy whenever he pushed in, the tender kisses of his mouth placed to your cheek, and the warm breath fanning the back of your neck and ear as he grunted, quickening his pace.
In this specific position, Izuku could easily cup your breasts while reaching maximum depth with his dick buried in you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each of his thrusts.
Time blurred, but when Izuku cum yet again, emptying his balls in your pussy, he settled beside you on the bed, and slid his hands under his head with a smirk. "It was amazing, babygirl," Deku whispered, gratitude evident. "Thank you for the warm welcome."
You nestled against his robust chest, cheeks flushed as you felt your mixed cums trickling down your thighs. "Thank you for taking me to heaven, Izuku," you whispered, kissing his chest lightly.
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GUILTY AS SIN?
GLUTTONY — part vi of we'll write sins not tragedies
pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 3k summary: after a mission gone wrong, you unknowingly take the fall for a friend; you get drunk with the enemy; and you start to think that, if they’re going to crucify you anyway, you might as well indulge in a few fatal fantasies. warnings: set during the last olympian so spoilers for the entire pjo book series; luke + reader get drunk; mention of death + war + reader has some survivor's guilt; smut (unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, kinda sub!luke, brief allusion to knife kink — 18 + MDNI) + angst author's note: not sure how i feel ab this one but i've been workshopping it for weeks so i think her time has come !! also maybe got a bit too deep into book lore oops. also also ive been listening to this song an outrageous amount and i hope i did it justice ANYWAYS lmk what y'all think, thanks sm for reading ♥
♪ "guilty as sin?" by taylor swift
you’re well aware of how suspicious this looks, rendezvousing with the enemy at a sleazy dive bar in the heart of the city.
he walks in, and your heart starts to beat faster in anticipation. his familiar deep brown eyes are now striking gold, and a streak of gray is woven through his signature dark curls — evidence of the battles you've fought, on opposite sides, and an ominous reminder of a war that has yet to be over.
as he casually orders himself a drink and one for you, you keep a hand on your concealed dagger. it’s become an instinct of yours, whenever he’s around.
“i didn’t come here to fight.” he assures, catching the glint of your blade.
“and what about…..” you gesture broadly at him.
“we’re not entirely synched yet, so it gives him a break whenever i’m in full control,” he explains as though reciting from a textbook (something like how to betray your loved ones and overthrow the olympians 101). “it’s only me tonight. i swear on the river styx.”
a shiver passes through you.
about a year ago, luke tracked you down in new york. apparently, kronos was pushing him to do something extreme, and luke felt conflicted.
you thought it had to be some sort of cruel joke, because you could not think of anything more extreme than what luke had already done in facilitating a war between gods and titans. you had no patience for his crocodile tears, not after he played you so well the first time.
you told him as much, then told him to fuck off.
to be fair, you didn’t know that would lead to him bathing in the river styx and becoming a vessel for the titan lord himself.
luke wears the curse of achilles well: all strong muscles and sharp angles, his tan skin glowing ever-so slightly, and his body devoid of any fresh cuts or bruises despite surviving an explosion just a few days prior.
“so….what? you’re the pilot whenever kronos needs to take a really long nap?”
“i’d say timeshare is the closest way to describe it.”
“50/50 ownership?”
“more like 90/10.”
you scoff. “sounds like a scam.”
the corner of his mouth quirks up in amusement. it reminds you so much of old times, his boyish charm peeking through whenever a camper would try to pull a prank on him, and then complain when he’d beat them to the punch.
“it’s just me,” he repeats, but you didn’t need any more confirmation.
you know deep in your gut, from that mischievous smirk alone: it’s not the lord of time, but luke castellan next to you.
the bar is surprisingly busy for a weeknight. there’s a game being shown on TV, and people wearing sports jerseys occasionally groan or cheer or come to the counter to order another pint for their table while keeping their eyes glued to the screen. the jukebox in the corner plays music from the 70s and 80s as a group of friends starts to dance, tipsy after a deadly combination of jello shots and sangria.
for the first few drinks, you and luke are silent, letting these sounds of regular human existence fill the space between you. you half-expect him to ask about law school admissions, or the new tattoo you got on your upper thigh, or your band’s latest show — all fragments of your own mundane mortal life used to distract yourself from demigod realities.
he doesn’t, though. luke just stares at the hockey game, one you know for a fact he doesn’t care about because the rangers aren’t playing, as he sips his old-fashioned like he has all the time in the world.
“did you wanna meet so we could just sit here in silence or….”
when you had agreed to this meeting, you had a clear goal in mind: find out who the spy is and clear your name.
it might be too much rum or the crushing weight of recent events, but you no longer have the energy nor the drive to be strategic or even cautious around luke. now, you’re looking for a cure to your bone deep boredom and heartache.
"no. i’m here because….” he falters and runs a hand through his hair. “look, i heard about what happened at camp. and, with beck —”
“dying?” you finish, taking one last gulp of your drink. all the rage, resentment and grief you’ve been feeling has been lodged in your throat. you’d hope each sip of your dark and stormy would burn through it, but instead it comes tumbling from your lips.
“honestly, beck would probably still be alive if you didn’t join the dark side. i guess you’re kinda leading the dark side now, aren’t you luke? what’s that like?”
luke polishes off his drink, too, his cheeks flushed. he gestures at the bartender for a third round of drinks. or is it fourth?
“don’t be a dick,” luke sighs once a replenished glass is placed in front of him. “i obviously never wanted to hurt you — any of you.”
if you were of sober mind, maybe you’d point out that it’s too late; that luke already hurt all of you the minute he decided to side with kronos.
“i know i did, though,” he adds after swallowing a mouthful of his drink.
you know that if luke was of sober mind, he would never have admitted that. he seems to know better than to apologize though, hopefully recognizing that the damage has already been done.
it’s not like your hands aren’t bloody, too.
“it was supposed to be me, you know?” you let out a watery laugh. “i was supposed to go with percy on the mission, but beck offered to go instead because he thought — he knew — that it would….it would be hard for me to see…. you.”
luke pauses and turns away from you. “you couldn’t have known what would happen.” his voice wavers, too. “beckendorf was looking out for you — it’s what he does. did.”
“i couldn’t even go to the funeral,” you continue. “i feel like i didn’t really get to say goodbye, you know?”
“yeah,” luke hums sorrowfully. “mourning someone who fought for the gods isn’t really allowed where i am.”
again, you could point out the irony in what he’s saying. given everything he’s done, luke dug his own grave and clearly some for his friends, too.
tears sting your eyes, but you blink them away. the reality is that one of your best friends died because you couldn’t handle an encounter with your ex-boyfriend, the one you’re currently sitting beside.
you might not have done what they accused you of, but you’re nowhere near innocent. who were you to give yourself permission to cry?
in the dim neon light, you notice a tear slide down luke’s cheek before he wipes it away just as fast.
he clears his throat. “to charles beckendorf: a hero by any other name.”
you tap your glass against luke’s, and you both drink in honor of your lost friend. you drink to everyone and everything you’ve lost, too.
beckendorf is dead; chris has lost his mind; clarisse might start her own war with the apollo cabin over a flying chariot; and ever since the princess andromeda mission went terribly wrong, silena can’t go one minute without bursting into tears.
it was too easy for everything to fall apart, as though this was always what the fates had in store for you — the next generation of greek tragedies.
thankfully, there always comes a break in the tragedy, and it seems to be now: you and luke, getting drunk off whiskey and rum and old memories.
you remember countless times sneaking out to the beach after curfew, mixing store-brand soda with cheap alcohol smuggled into camp by luke’s half-brothers; hot summer nights spent fantasizing about existence outside of camp and returning to your head counselor duties in the morning with chiron and mr. d none the wiser. once you started dating, it became routine for the two of you to wander away from the group for some privacy, somewhere far enough away so that no one could hear you scream luke’s name.
those memories still make your skin flush, even as you’re here drinking cocktails at a bar in the city, with one friend gone to elysium and everyone else calling you a traitor.
“i can’t believe you don’t remember that night! mr. d caught a few senior campers getting drunk in his office? they stole a super expensive bottle of wine, threw up all over the carpet, and had to spend the rest of the night cleaning it?”
you continue shaking your head. you tip your glass back to capture the last drops of amber liquid before confessing:
“what i remember is spending the whole night jealous of malcolm pace because he got to slow dance with you.”
luke lets out something between a scoff and a laugh, then he’s silent for a few moments.
“i love this song,” luke muses, words blurring together. “i haven’t heard it in a while.” he finishes his drink and sets the glass down, holding his hand out to you.
your brain is a bit foggy from all the alcohol, so it takes you a few seconds to realize what he’s asking.
“you wanna dance?”
“yeah,” he answers. “make up for lost time.”
it’s not until you feel luke’s chest pressed against yours, his hands firmly on your waist, that you register what song is currently playing.
“downtown lights” by the blue nile — luke had spent so long trying to find the right song for your first time together.
you told him not to worry, teased him a bit for planning every detail so meticulously, but deep down, your heart swelled with how much he cared.
the empty hermes cabin during capture-the-flag, both of you pretending to be too injured from sparring practice to play. luke’s sweaty hands fumbling with the condom, you having to step in and rip the wrapper with your teeth. clothes being haphazardly thrown on so you could run back to the infirmary before anyone noticed. silent vows to do it again, and again, and again.
the more time spent exploring and experimenting, the more you got the rhythm of each other’s bodies, knew how to make the other squirm and throw their head back in pleasure — and that didn’t just go away when luke joined kronos’ army.
even when your loyalties were more clear, your consciousness was plagued with visions of you and luke together, ones that left your sheets burning, more than the blazing summer heat. you confided in silena about these once, and she assured you that there is no such thing as bad thoughts.
she did warn you, though: it’s when you indulge in these fantasies that they risk becoming fatal.
now, thinking back and forth between memories with luke and the events of this past very shitty week, you realize that maybe that’s why you’re here.
despite everything you’ve done, you supposedly betrayed people you consistently fight beside, fight for; you were thrown out of a place you once considered home and told never to come back.
you were doomed from the start — a daughter of nemesis, assumed to be wicked and revenge-seeking since birth.
well, if they’re going to crucify you anyway…..
once the song ends, you ask:
“you wanna go outside for a smoke?”
your hands start playing with the curls at the base of luke’s neck, hinting at what you were hoping comes next.
luke licks his lips, gold eyes darker than before.
“guess you’re itching to put that celestial bronze to good use,” he says lowly.
“only if you ask nicely,” you drawl.
luke blushes.
you pull away from him, start walking towards the back exit, and pray that he follows you.
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this is why meeting with you was dangerous: there’s no one else in the world – god, titan, or otherwise – luke castellan would get on his knees for, let alone in the filthy alley behind a bar.
technically, kronos sent luke here to recruit you.
the scythe charm — the one used to communicate with silena — sits heavy in his pocket. it’s part of the reason why you were exiled from camp, why your friends don’t look at you the same way. why you can’t ever go back home, not really.
luke imagines you might resent those who threw you out of camp, but you would never betray them. he knew that you weren’t likely to join kronos’ army.
he’s thankful that, at the very least, you still have a penchant for breaking some rules.
the two of you are a tangled mess of teeth and tongue. luke tastes the spiciness of ginger beer and rum, mixed with sweetness from the clove cigarette you just smoked. you lock one leg around luke’s hip, and the brief glimpse of your lacy black underwear has him throbbing. one of your hands slips underneath his shirt to trace the contours of his abdomen. luke’s breath hitches when your hand reaches down even further.
“wait –” you pause your actions to let luke finish his sentence, and already he regrets voicing his hollow concern. “i….i probably should not be doing this.”
“me neither,” you concede, breathing steadily.“but, they already think i’m guilty.” with your other hand, your thumb dances over his kiss-swollen lips and luke feels something ignite in the pit of his stomach. “maybe i am, with how much i think about you.”
luke knows what’s at stake for him, if anyone finds out, but in a booze-soaked haze and with you looking at him like that, he can’t seem to care.
it’s coming back to him now: that endless cycle of waking up sticky and drenched in sweat over dreams of screaming your name and going about his day like it wasn’t a paradox to be leading kronos’ army and still wanting someone aligned with the enemy to devour him.
when he agreed, however reluctantly, to be a vessel for kronos, luke had to lock those desires inside a vault deep inside his mind.
this might very well be luke’s last chance to satisfy his cravings, once and for all. tonight, he’s in full control of his body and mind.
he’ll happily yield his power to you.
soon enough, your teeth gnaw on his top lip as luke messily thrusts into you, your underwear hastily pushed to the side. he tries to savor every part of this, of you — the heel of your combat boot digging into his back; the sting of your nails where you grip him; the familiar scent of your skin, sickly sweet cherries and burnt vanilla; the hoarseness of your voice, encouraging him to go faster, harder. following your orders, luke wraps both of your legs around his waist and digs his fingers further into your hips to keep them secure.
it’s a religious experience, watching you throw your head back against the brick wall as your orgasm crashes through you. luke follows a few seconds later, pulling out just in time to paint the inside of your thighs with his cum.
luke grins as he watches you come down from your high, eyes closed, chest heaving, neck engraved with the outline of his teeth.
“sorry, didn’t mean to give you a concussion.”
you open your eyes just to roll them at luke, who’s tucking himself back into his jeans.
“you’re such an asshole,” you jest through labored breaths, registering his shit-eating grin. you fix the hem of your leather skirt and pout dramatically. “and you had to leave a mess behind, didn’t you?”
without another word, luke kneels in front of you.
he leans his head back to admire how your lips curl into a bemused smile at his antics. your fingers press into his pulse point, no doubt feeling how reckless his heartbeat becomes underneath you. once more, your thumb prods at his lips; this time luke grants access, the cold metal of your ring burning on his tongue.
“is this how you pledged loyalty to your titan king?” you taunt.
luke shakes his head, still sucking your digit.
he did have to bow, but not like this. the only entity he’d worship this desperately is you.
“i’m honored,” you coo. luke bites back a whimper when you remove your thumb from his mouth, instead tracing the scar on his face, up his cheekbone. “i have to say though: i miss your brown eyes, pretty boy.”
his whole body is on fire with how you touch him, but your passing observation feels like a knife to the gut. wanting to be good for you, to prove he’s still your pretty boy, luke pushes up the bottom of your skirt so it bunches around your waist.
“luke!” you attempt to scold, concealing a moan when his teeth graze your clit through the damp fabric of your underwear. “someone might see.”
“it’ll be fine, baby,” he assures. “is this new?” luke is mesmerized by the fresh ink on your thigh, fingers trailing over swirling black lines.
you hum, a goddess gazing down on her disciple. “do you like it?”
luke nods. he replaces his fingers with his tongue, journeying across your skin, tasting salty sweat mixed with his cum drying between your legs. he hears your whimpers for more. he complies and plunges two fingers beneath the lace until you reach your peak. luke places one last kiss to your core, before getting up again.
you crash your lips onto his, and you’re kissing him the way you did back when you really loved him, chaotic and feverish. your fingers snake through his curls, and you tug on them just enough to make luke’s head spin.
you’re somehow more intoxicating than however many drinks he downed earlier.
he sees something simmering behind your eyes, when you ask if he wants to come back to your apartment. you both know you shouldn’t, but honestly — in the grand scheme of things, what’s one more sin?as the two of you are tangled beneath your bedsheets, you decide to frame it differently, as a mutual vow: maybe just one more time will satisfy this hunger.
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WHB Nobles/Ars Goetia's Sexual Paraphilias
Note: Some of these definition I only search through Google. (The list will be updated every time there's a new devil is been revealed) MINORS DNI
Gehenna (Satan's Region)
Leraye
Keraunophilia - Sexuoeroticism for the sound of Thunder
Sitri
Cardiophilia - Sexuoeroticism for the sound of heartbeats
Paimon
Haematophilia - Sexuoeroticism for Blood
Astaroth
Narratophilia - Sexual interest and arousal obtained from speaking or hearing sexually explicit words during sexual activity.
Zagan
Kinesophilia - Sexual arousal hinges around human movement and exercise.
Belial
Discophilia - love for recorded music
Amy
Catagelophilia: Sexual arousal from being humiliated, ridiculed, or made fun of in public or private.
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Aphephilia ((h)Aphepilia) - is the scientific term for a sexual fetish concerning being touched.
Abaddon (Asmodeus' Region)
Phenix
Morphophilia - Interest in sexual partners whose body characteristics (e.g., height, weight, skin and hair color) are different from one's own.
Dantalian
Autassassinophilia - A paraphilia in which sexual arousal and the achievement of orgasm are facilitated by the fantasy or belief that one is in danger of being killed.
Ronove
Acrotomophilia - is when a person is sexually aroused by people whose body parts, typically arms or legs, have been amputated or by amputation sites in the body
Tartaros (Mammon's Region)
Bimet
Timophilia - A primary arousal from gold or wealth.
Eligos
Diaphanophilia - Sexual fondness for viewing nudity through diaphanous fabrics such as veils, underwear, baby dolls, etc.
Hades (Leviathan's Region)
Barbatos
Heliophilia - The property of an organism being attracted to sunlight.
Foras
Scopophilia - Literally, the love of looking.
Glasyalabolas
Necrophilia - sexual intercourse with or attraction towards corpses.
Orias
Autopedophilia - refers to the gaining of sexual pleasure from dressing as a child, pretending to be a child, or having a sexual fantasy about being a child.
Paradise Lost (Lucifer's Region)
Marbas
Merinthophilia - Sexual arousal from being tied up.
Morax
Stigmatophilia - Sexual interest in and arousal by a partner who is tattooed or has scars, or by having oneself tattooed, particularly in the genital area.
Buer
Doraphilia - Sexuoerotic arousal and fetishistic fondness for the smell and feel of animal skin, fur, and leather.
Gamigin
Ablutophilia (uncountable) (rare) A paraphilia involving sexual excitement from baths or showers.
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Rin JJ. wanking night
Basculophilia - The desire to be dandled or rocked in order to obtain a pleasurable sexual excitation.
Avisos (Beelzebub's Region)
Stolas
Pecattiphilia - Sexual arousal from performing an act one believes is a sin.
Bael
Olfactophilia - Sexual arousal by, smells and odors emanating from the body, especially the sexual areas.
Amon
Harmatophilia - is the fetish or preference for people who break rules or commit mistakes.
Naberius
Autozoophilia - A paraphilia in which the person is attracted to seeing themselves in the position of an animal in a sexual encounter. It is not the same as Zoophilia, the attraction to animals.
Niflheim (Belphegor's Region)
Gusion
Sapiophilia - a person who is sexually attracted to a person with intelligence.
Bathin
Hodophila - One who loves to travel.
Andrealphus
Oculophilia - A paraphilia involving sexual attraction to eyes and the licking of eyes; eye fetishism.
Beleth
Tobaccophilia - one who gets sexual pleasure from tobacco.
Agares
Hybristophilia - one who is sexually aroused by a criminal offender.
Vassago
Homilophilia - Sexuoerotic arousal and pleasure from hearing or giving sermons and speeches.
Human world
Minhyeok
Melcryptovestimentaphilia - sexual fetish or fantasies about women's black underwear/lingerie.
Heaven
Gabriel
Hierophilia - Sexual arousal from sacred objects.
Michael
Erotophonophilia - sexual arousal or gratification contingent on the death of a human being.
Raphael
Automysophilia - is a fetish for being dirty or being defiled.
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When I say "Stop transing minors" I don't just mean medically transitioning, I also mean stop exposing kids to overly sexualized situations.
By Shay Woulahan April 24, 2024
A 14-year-old girl who identifies as a “drag king” and is being transitioned to a “boy” has reportedly been performing sexually suggestive shows at LGBT clubs and bars across Vancouver, Canada. The minor, who is disabled and autistic, goes by “he/him/they/it” pronouns and is taking testosterone under the permission of her mother.
The child, who was born female but identifies as a “boy,” uses the stage name “Nova Tropica” and has performed in at least three LGBT bars in Vancouver, all of which are adult venues that serve alcohol. Among the clubs Nova has danced at are The Fountainhead Pub, Steamworks brewpub, and The Junction.
According to Gays Against Groomers, during her performance at The Foundationhead Pub, a gay bar located on Davie Street, the child danced with only tape covering the front of her breasts.
The child as seen in an uncensored video posted to Instagram.
Nova maintains a YouTube channel where she often uploads footage of her performances.
In August of 2023, she shared a video of her dancing on stage in a bar to the song “Bubblegum B*tch” and is seen collecting dollar bills from audience members. In another video, Nova is seen dancing alone to the Britney Spears’ controversial song “If U Seek Amy,” which is intended to sound out the letters “F-U-C-K me.”
In some of the videos posted to her YouTube account, she is seen dancing to an adult crowd wearing only a cut-out bathing suit, an outfit she has also posed in for photos shared to her social media while wearing clear, stiletto “pleasers,” a form of platform high-heel most frequently associated with stripping, pole dancing, and the sex trade.
As well as posting footage of her performances to YouTube, Nova also maintains an Instagram page where she posts clips of herself dancing on stage while exclusively adult crowds cheer her on. In many of the videos, Nova is wearing revealing clothing and, during one performance, she even spreads her legs for the audience.
On her Instagram, which was made private shortly after her activities were first exposed by Gays Against Groomers, Nova also frequently posted about her mental health struggles, though continuously insisted her “neurodivergence” was unrelated to her desire to transition.
“The only way they could even correlate is through the way I view my gender,” Nova said in the caption of one post where she described herself as a “demon boy” and said she’s “everything Lucifer wants her to be.”
In another post, in which she wears a cut-out swimsuit she has performed in, Nova said she “loves” how testosterone is starting to affect her muscle definition.
Nova’s transition has been supported by her mother Chrysta. On her own Instagram page, Chrysta posted about how she had been struggling to access hormones for her daughter since she was just 11 years old.
In the post, Chrysta acknowledges that Nova is experiencing poor mental health, but attributes her condition to “being born in the wrong body.” She also condemns the Canadian political parties attempting to pass legislation which would protect children from medical transitioning.
“I will not allow any government to MURDER my child,” Chrysta said in one post. “Forcing a child to live in a body that is not authentic to their person is MURDER.”
The post was made in reference to the People’s Party of Canada, which developed a 7-point plan to protect women and children from the harmful effects of gender ideology, such as banning men from women’s spaces and sports and banning genital mutilation surgeries and cross-sex hormones for minors.
Not only has Chrysta facilitated Nova’s transition, but she also confesses to monitoring her social media, meaning she is aware of the inappropriate videos and photos being posted online of her minor daughter.
In one post, she addressed rumors that an adult Drag King had behaved inappropriately in messages with her young daughter, claiming the concerns were “false accusations.”
But her notice was not the only suggestion that Nova has been in contact with adult drag performers.
On Instagram, Nova spoke about attending a youth summer “drag camp” hosted by “Rose Butch” and “DeeDee LaCraze.”
DeeDee LaCraze also operates a YouTube channel called “Drag4Kids” where he has made multiple videos in full drag singing nursery rhymes. LaCraze hosts his youth drag camp along side Rose Butch, a trans identified female who calls herself a “non-binary drag thing.”
The summer camp, held in July 2023, was made available for children as young as 7.
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There has been an uptick in the number of children performing drag, often in bars and clubs, in recent years. Last April, a video went viral showing a young “drag queen” dancing at a party sponsored by a gay hookup app.
Arguably one of the most well-known “drag kids” is Desmond Napoles, who goes by the name “Desmond is Amazing.” Desmond rose to fame at only 11 years old in 2017 after being featured on RuPaul’s Drag Race. Soon after, the child appeared in YouTube and Facebook streams alongside adult men, and was even filmed joking about snorting ketamine.
With the increase in “drag kids” has come further scrutiny of the sexual predators involved in the drag scene. In 2022, a “drag kid” mentor and a former elementary school teaching assistant faced child pornography charges following an investigation into exploitative material shared on the internet.
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I’m so excited, I love your writing!! I’ve literally never done an ask before, hope I’m doing it right.
hi friend! I wanted to make sure I did this one in honor of it being your first!
So for some reason, your heart showed up as white on my desktop, so I gave you the wrong “thing” lmao
Your Person is Dark Siren Eddie
your Place is a Motel
your Thing is a Guitar
pick your poison
18+ONLY, being on the run, fear of the unknown, star-crossed lovers, getting help from Murray and Hopper.
word count: 1k
The neon of the motel sign blinked "vacancy" in green while the M and the O fluttered a faded red, buzzing in the dark. Surrounded by Oregon wilderness, the place was tucked away in the mountains near an abandoned ski lodge. There were stains on the mattress, a television from the 60's with rabbit ear antenna, and nicotine baked yellow into the once white walls.
You'd been on the run for a month at that point. A government research team was tipped off to Eddie's existence, and he refused to go back to his home in the sea without you.
"You can't stay here," you'd blinked away tears that first night, struggling to form words around your sobs. He held your face with webbed fingers, watching your mouth. "If they catch you, they'll hurt you, Eddie. I can't let that happen."
The nictitating lens of his eyelid blinked over brown gold irises as he examined you. He smoothed a thumb across your cheek, neck gills shuddering as if hit by a breeze.
"Won't go," he murmured. "Stay with you."
The following kiss was urgent, it made more tears roll down your cheeks, messy and hot, tasting salty on your tongue. He made soft noises as the kiss deepened, aching to be inside you again.
The Evergreen Motel was one of many places you'd slept in the past few weeks, moving in shadows, trying to stay under the radar from those who hunted him. You'd even huddled in an old barn once, and under a bridge. You had money, that wasn't the problem, but you didn't want to risk Eddie being identified.
The people trying to track him down to put him in a lab and make him a government experiment, found out about the man he'd killed on the beach that first day, and they used the incident to facilitate their agenda. They lied and said that he'd attacked several people unprovoked, and that he was a danger to society.
"He's a freak of nature!" An older woman who'd claimed to be a witness shared her story with the media. "I saw him crawl up out of the sea, and I swear to god his eyes were glowing. I knew he wanted to kill me!"
If Eddie couldn't have contact with sea water after a few days, he got terribly sick, and so sneaking into the ocean or soaking in salt bath had become a necessity on your travels. Unfortunately, on that one particular early morning, he'd been spotted by a woman walking her dog.
Back in the room, Eddie turned the knob on the TV so that the news broadcast went away, and the screen snapped to black. He could tell it was upsetting you.
The shark tooth earring he'd worn since you first met was dangling from your ear now, since he'd given it to you as a gift. You fell against his chest and let him hold you, listening to him hum the words to a song from his world.
Both of you jumped at the abrupt ringing sound, jerking around in tandem to stare at the blinking light on the beige phone on the nightstand. A second ring was shrill and unrelenting, worrying at your heart like the click of a gun trigger.
You took a breath, collecting yourself before yanking up the receiver.
At the other end, Murray spoke before you had time to greet him.
"I told you not to answer the phone," he scolded. Flushed with relief to know it was him, you flashed a reassuring smile at Eddie.
"But how do I know if it's---"
"We went over this. If it's me calling, I'll let it ring three times, hang up, and then let it ring once more, and then you call me back. How hard is that?"
Hopper and Murray had been risking their own lives to keep you both safe and out of the public eye while on the run. You were afraid to think what would've happened if they hadn't chosen to get involved.
"Did anyone see you check in?" He was rustling papers in the background as he spoke.
"Just the older man at the front desk. But he didn't see Eddie, I don't think."
"You don't think?"
"Eddie was outside with the hood of his sweatshirt up," you sat down on the edge of the bed, wanting to make sure he had all of the information. "There was only one other car in the parking lot. A white Ford pickup. Nevada plates."
"Is the front door locked and bolted? Okay now I need you to look under the bed," Murray continued.
Knowing not to ask questions, you did as he said, kneeling on the stained carpet to lift up the floral dust ruffle. There was popcorn kernels and a sock and a used condom wrapper and...
"Why is there a guitar case under here, Murray?"
"Just pull it out, I don't have time for this."
The case was matte black and scuffed from use. You put it on the bed, and then Eddie came over to stand beside you, cocking his head curiously. After flipping open the tabs to look inside, you found a tan, acoustic guitar with pearl inlay on the fret board. There were also two stacks of cash and some directions in an envelope.
"Those are directions to the hideout. It's a cabin in the woods, stocked with enough food and supplies for a couple weeks. The last few miles will be on foot. You'll stay there until Jim comes to get you, do you understand?"
You nodded silently at first, but then finally spoke the word Yes out loud, swallowing thickly.
"Cut your credit cards up, you can't use them anymore. It's cash only from here on out."
You listened, taking Eddie's hand.
"There's a phone number in there for a woman near the Canadian border who will make your passports. Her name is Rachel, I told her to expect you."
"What about you Murray?" Your voice trembled. "What if they find out that you---"
"Don't worry about me," he said quickly. "You kids just stay safe, and for fuck's sake don't answer the phone again unless you know it's me. Got it?"
You nodded, unable to stop a tear from pooling at your lash line. "Okay, I promise. Thank you, I don't know what we'd do without y---"
But he was gone.
#pick your poison#darkSiren!Eddie#Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson fanfiction#Eddie Munson fic#Eddie Munson au
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The Day Love Returned I.
Summary:
The Princess reawakens and longs to reunite with her love.
WHAT IF VAERA DIED INSTEAD OF AEMON?
AU of Dynasty!!
Warning(s): Sorrow, Grief, Anger, Dragon Battle, Death.
Word Count: 3600
Author Note: A companion piece to Courtship/Wedding & Consummation/Bath Time/Arrival(s)/Mother & Father/Petitions & Final Tributes/The Hand, The King & The Dragon/Dragonstone/Blood & Cheese/A Time for Grief/ Rooks Rest & the Silver King/The Gullet/Taking of a City/Harrenhal and the Rivers/The Gods Eye/The Fallen Queen/New Beginnings/Ravenous/Don't Leave Me/Another Plane of Existence/Gēlenka Zaldrīzes I/Gēlenka Zaldrīzes II & Gēlenka Zaldrīzes III.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.
“Congratulations Princess, you are with child again” said Maester Orwyle.
Vaera smiled as she placed a hand on her stomach, it would please Aemond greatly to know that his seed had once again taken root and another child grew within her.
He’d been enamoured with the twins when she was pregnant with them, and she knew he would be just the same with this babe.
Mayhaps they would be blessed with a little girl. A sweet Princess, with silver curls.
Picturing Aemond with his long silver hair unbound, sitting in front of the fire with a tiny baby girl nestled against his bare chest, made Vaera’s heart burst with every ounce of love and joy she could muster.
Of course, she had wanted to tell him immediately, but he was busy in a council meeting with the King and landed Lords of the realm, so their happy news would have to wait until later.
So, Vaera decided that she would visit the nursery and spend time with the children, no doubt Helaena and Alicent would also be there.
It would be good to spend time as a family, there hadn’t much time for such things lately, the war for the Iron Throne was raging and times were dangerous.
Especially after the mysterious death of her younger brother Lucerys, it was driving Aemond to distraction, trying to prove his innocence and find the real culprit.
Perhaps the news of a child would be their beacon of light in the midst of a dark world.
Smiling to herself as she opened the door, nothing at could have prepared Vaera for the horror that was about to greet her.
Vaera felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest, she felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.
Suddenly she was on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, she could hear screaming and shouting, but it was muffled.
Then Aemond was gathering her into his arms, and she felt safe.
Using the last ounce of strength she could muster, Vaera lifted her hand to Aemond’s scared cheek.
She wanted to tell him, but she couldn’t form the words as the blood slithered from her nostrils.
A moment later, the last of Vaera’s strength ebbed away and her hand slipped from Aemond’s cheek, falling down by her side.
“A-Ae-Aem-“ rasped Vaera.
Then everything went dark.
There was no sound. There was no pain. There was nothing.
“AEMOND” screamed Vaera as she lurched forward, her hands immediately going to her head as pain lanced through her entire body.
“Easy Princess”
“W-Who are you?” asked Vaera, her limbs shaking.
"I am a High Priestess of the Red Temple of Volantis, the Flame of Truth, the Light of Wisdom, and First Servant of the Lord of Light, but you may call me Kinvara”
“W-What am I doing here?” gasped Vaera.
“Your dragon brought you here” replied Kinvara.
“W-Why?” exclaimed Vaera as she looked down and saw the raised and slightly pink moon shaped scar over her heart.
“You were murdered” replied Kinvara.
“M-Murdered?” asked Vaera.
"Your father made the arrangements" said Kinvara.
"D-Daemon he was-" gasped Vaera.
"The one who killed your brother" said Kinvara.
"W-Why would he do that?"
"The man seeks war and blood. He did what he thought necessary in order to facilitate his desire" muttered Kinvara solemnly.
Vaera stared at the Red Priestess, her father was responsible for Luke's death and in turn hers.
Suddenly it all came flooding back, the men who came through the wall, the terror, the screaming, the children, the flash of the dagger, the sting of pain as it penetrated her flesh.
Her sons. Her sweet boys. What had happened to them?
“Aemon, Rhaegar” said Vaera desperately.
“Relax Princess, your sons live” replied Kinvara softly.
“H-How am I alive?” asked Vaera.
“R'hllor, the Lord of Light saw fit to return your life, I am merely a servant of his will”.
“You brought me back? why?” gasped Vaera.
“Se bōsa bantis iksos māzis. Hen aōha ānogar māzigon se dārilaros bona istan kīvio, se zȳhon jāhor sagon se vāedar hen suvion se perzys” (The long night is coming. From your blood comes the princess that was promised, and hers will be the song of ice and fire).
“Dārilaros?” asked Vaera (Princess).
“Daenerys jelmāzmo hen targārio lentrot” (Daenerys stormborn of House Targaryen).
“When?”
“Many years from now, your fifth great granddaughter will ascend the Iron Throne and unite the realm against the enemy in the North” replied Kinvara.
Vaera wanted to laugh at the absurdity of what Kinvara was saying but how could she when she had taken a dagger to the heart, and now she was alive.
“I-If this Princess who was Promised comes from my blood, then what about Aemon or Rhaegar surely they would carry on my bloodline?” asked Vaera.
“Aemon has his part to play as do we all, but it is not just him. It is the babe in your womb”.
“S-Surely the babe did not survive my demise” muttered Vaera, her heart despairing at the thought of losing her unborn babe.
“No, she didn’t but as you now live so does she” replied Kinvara smiling as she placed a hand on Vaera’s stomach.
“S-She?” questioned Vaera.
“A girl with silver curls and the eyes of her father, the youngest Targaryen in history to ever claim a full-grown dragon”.
“T-This is a lot of information to take in” muttered Vaera.
“I understand Princess, but you must know of what’s to come” urged Kinvara.
“What else is there?” asked Vaera.
“A Targaryen must be seated upon the Iron Throne. You must ensure the survival of your house lest it fall to ruin” said Kinvara, her face grim.
“F-Fall to ruin?”
“The war for the Iron Throne rages many lives will be lost. The dragons will grow weak and die, Kings of the mighty house of the dragon will become just like everyone else. No wonder, no awe. Only pain and suffering until a dragon falls on the banks of the trident and a stag will rise” said Kinvara.
"A-A stag-House Baratheon will claim the Iron Throne?" gasped Vaera.
"The crowned stag will be devoured by the lion" replied Kinvara.
"The Lannisters?" said Vaera grimacing.
"Unfortunately so Princess, the lions will reign whilst the last Targaryen hides in the east” said Kinvara.
“H-How do we alter our fate?”
“We stand at the precipice of destiny, there needs to be death for others to live” said Kinvara.
“Who’s death?” asked Vaera, not entirely sure she actually wanted to know the answer.
“Do you really to know of such things Princess?”
“I thought you said I needed to know of what’s to come? asked Vaera.
“Learning of death will only cloud your judgement. You need to remain free of such constraints, but it may please you to know that your sons will live long fulfilling lives”.
“What about Aemond?” exclaimed Vaera.
“Your husband grieves for you” whispered Kinvara.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it” snapped Vaera.
“Silver stained with crimson, a sister of darkness piercing amethyst. A last remnant lost to the eye of the gods”.
“What?” questioned Vaera.
“Or many babes born from the seed of the gēlenka zaldrīzes” whispered Kinvara (Silver dragon).
‘gēlenka zaldrīzes’ Vaera closed her eyes, remembering when she called Aemond that for the first time.
“A sister of darkness piercing amethyst, a last remnant lost to the eye of gods what does -“ trailed off Vaera suddenly realising what Kinvara was trying to tell her.
The sister of darkness was Daemons Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister. The last remnant had to mean Vhagar, and eye of the gods was-
“Harrenhal. The Gods Eye. Aemonds going to die” cried Vaera.
“Possibly” replied Kinvara.
“I-I must go to him. He needs to know that I’m alive” said Vaera urgently as she tried to climb off the alter, but her legs gave way underneath her and she collapsed to the ground.
“You are not yet strong enough Princess. You must rest” said Kinvara.
“B-But my husband, he needs me” cried Vaera.
“You will return in time. But for now, you must remain here. With us” replied Kinvara.
It took some time before her strength had fully returned to her, and all Vaera could think about was Aemond and their sons.
Twice she had tried to mount her Cannibal, but her stubborn dragon had remained steadfast in his refusal to take her back.
Of course, through the bond she could feel that her Cannibal was elated that she was alive, but there was an undercurrent of sadness and despair.
She came to realise that her death had hit her dragon hard, she was the first person he’d ever bonded with, and their hearts were so entwined that she knew his refusal to return to Westeros was his way of keeping her safe.
But she would have to return eventually, and what she would return too she didn’t even want to think about.
It was selfish of her that much she knew, but all that mattered to her was Aemond and their children.
The babe that her husband didn’t even know she carried was healthy and hale, there were many midwives and Maesters in Volantis that would give her regular check ups and every kick her unborn daughter gave her was surely a blessing.
But her heart did not stop yearning for her husband and their sons.
To think of them grieving her death whilst she still lived made Vaera cry herself to sleep most nights.
Vaera imagined what she would feel if Aemond died, and it was like a huge hole had been punched through her chest. The devastation seeped into the very core of her soul, as she envisioned holding her husband’s lifeless body in her arms.
It must have been how Aemond had felt when she died in his arms, her mind conjured up a hundred possibilities of how he was dealing with his grief. Each as unlikely as the next, but she couldn’t help but consider Otto Hightower and his actions following her death, with everyone believing that she was gone, would the Hand of the King seek to find Aemond a new wife, to further solidify Aegon’s rule as the rightful King of the seven Kingdoms.
She knew the Lord Hand was as slippery as an eel, and he would need to make as many alliances as possible, and the only way to do that was via marriage.
The thought of Aemond being sold off made her blood boil, he was hers and hers alone.
Cannibal sensed her ire through their bond and let out a rumbling roar that shook the very foundations of the great Temple of the Lord of Light.
Vaera never ventured beyond the spot that Cannibal had claimed for his nest.
She was a stranger in this land, and she did not want any harm to befall her or the babe she carried.
Volantis was a large free hold, divided in two halves by the Rhoyne. The western side of the city is open to foreigners, traders, and merchants. The eastern side contains the inner city, which is protected by 200-foot-tall black walls.
It truly fascinated Vaera, as did the history of to Volentese people and their dealings with Aegon the conqueror.
Of course, she had read many books when she was a child, yet nothing could have truly prepared her for the wonder and grandeur of Volantis.
Aemond would love it here, soaking up every bit of history that he could. Perhaps one day they could come back for a visit.
As her mind once again drifted towards her husband, she hoped that he was coping, and the boys were ok. She missed them all so much.
It pained Vaera greatly to simply sit and wait for the right time to return to Westeros, but Kinvara was insistent she should not return before she was meant too.
Vaera suddenly felt movement in her rounded stomach, and she smiled, she had a piece of Aemond was with her and she would cherish it with every fibre of her being.
“Have no fear princess. Your husband will not seek another marriage” said Kinvara as she approached a lit brazier.
“You don’t know his grandsire; he moves people about the board as he sees fit. If he decides to gain favour with some of the more fickle Lords, the only way to achieve such a thing would be through marriage and Aemond is the only one free of such things at the moment”
“You have no need to fear Otto Hightower, the green snake is not long for this world” muttered Kinvara as she stared intently at the flames.
“He’s going to die?” asked Vaera curiously.
“It’s as I said Princess, there are those that need to die in order for others to live”.
The question of who else was going to die was on the tip of her tongue, but Vaera kept her mouth shut, the less she knew the better in that regard.
“Although, there is another who will desire your husband’s touch” whispered Kinvara.
“Who?” asked Vaera scowling.
“A bastard witch of the woods”.
“Aemond would never-“ said Vaera.
“-Not even for the promise of victory over his enemies?” asked Kinvara.
“No, he wouldn't. My husband is a man of loyalty and honour” replied Vaera sternly.
“She see’s much and more within the flames, the lady Alys. She will make your husband an offer, but the price of such a thing is far more than your gēlenka zaldrīzes will be willing to pay” muttered Kinvara her hand moving gently through the flames (Silver dragon).
“Price?” questioned Vaera.
“The seed of a dragon is a valuable thing, almost as valuable as blood” said Kinvara softly.
“S-She wants my husband to give her a babe?” exclaimed Vaera.
“A pointless endeavour. Your husband is as you claim. He will refuse the witch, his heart forever yours, even as it withers in grief” replied Kinvara.
Vaera let out a muffled sob, her hand on her chest. How much longer must she be separated from her love?
“As the sun rises and the moon turns, you shall return to the arms of your husband”.
Vaera sighed in relief and nodded, making a silent vow that when she was once again in the arms of her husband, she was never going to leave.
The sun had rose and the moon had turned, Vaera couldn’t contain her excitement as Kinvara confirmed that today was the day she was free to return to Westeros.
Expressing her gratitude to Kinvara for everything that she had done for her, Vaera promised that one day she would make a return visit with her husband.
Kinvara merely smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Vaera’s forehead.
“Take care of yourself Princess”.
“I will and may the Lord of Light find my gratitude” replied Vaera as she eagerly mounted the Cannibal.
Vaera raised her hand towards Kinvara and after taking a deep breath, she gave her Cannibal the command to fly and for the first time in months, her dragon readily opened his huge black wings and propelled himself into the sky.
Vaera shared one last look with Volantis before it disappeared into the distance, it felt good to be flying again, even more so now that she was headed home. But she couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of sadness at the thought of leaving Kinvara.
The Red Priestess had facilitated not only her return from death but her unborn babe as well, and she had also supported her in her most vulnerable moments.
Sensing her sadness through their bond, Cannibal gave a concerned chirp as he pushed himself high above the clouds.
“Don’t worry about me my sweet” said Vaera loudly.
Cannibal in his attempt to cheer her up, began to dive through the clouds, roaring loudly as he disturbed a flock of birds, and for his sheer size, his speed was impressive.
Of course, Cannibal was not quite as large as Vhagar, but he was close.
In the hours that it took to fly back to Westeros, Vaera had Cannibal take rest breaks as she knew it wasn’t fair to try and make him fly the entire journey in one go.
Despite his previous reluctance to bring her home, Cannibal now seemed eager to return. She wondered if he was missing the other dragons, sure he’d mated with Dreamfyre, but he definitely had a soft spot for Aemond’s grumpy granny dragon.
At the thought of Vhagar being a grouchy granny, Vaera let out a small snigger, she definitely reminded her of those mean old ladies that would sometimes sit at court that would hit you with their walking sticks as you walked past.
Perhaps it was for the best that she kept that information to herself, as she didn’t think Aemond would appreciate her opinion of his old girl.
After many hours of flying, Westeros finally appeared on the horizon.
As she passed over the Gullet, Vaera half expected to be greeted by the dragon Meleys but neither the Red Queen or her grandmother appeared, then she spotted the charred ruins of the Velaryon fleet, the masses of wreckage moving back and forth with the waves.
What else had happened whilst she was away? Who else had met their end?
At that moment Vaera wanted so desperately to return to the Red Keep, but she couldn’t there was somewhere else she needed to go first.
So, with an air of determination, Vaera aimed Cannibal in the direction of Harrenhal.
As she’d been sequestered away in Volantis, Vaera wasn’t privy to any information on the war, unless Kinvara saw fit to inform her, but even then, it wasn’t significant details.
So, of course Vaera had no idea which dragons were still alive or where they would be located.
So Vaera made sure to avoid flying close to Dragonstone just in case.
As they flew over Duskendale and then Rosby, Cannibal suddenly gave a load roar and lurched forward, lashing his teeth in a fury like she had never seen.
Though the bond, Vaera could sense his agitation and anger, something was wrong.
Could he sense trouble ahead?
Eventually the ruins of Harrenhal came into view.
The sky was alight with the flames of two battling dragons.
Now Vaera understood her Cannibal’s urgency.
They were almost there.
“Hold on my love. I’m coming”
Caraxes was faster than Vhagar, and the deadly Blood Wyrm launched his first snapping attack at Vhagar’s hanging jowls, narrowly missing, and pulling back as she breathed a jet of blazing fire at him that missed Daemon by inches.
The Blood Wyrm rose high into the sky, hovering above Vhagar.
Vhagar with her experience in battle, managed to manoeuvre herself towards Caraxes, she bared her sharp fangs, snapping at the Wyrm and sunk her teeth into his neck, spilling the dragon’s boiling hot blood, putting herself directly in range of Caraxes’ claws.
The Blood Wyrm raked his talons across Vhagar’s stomach, splitting her open.
Yet Vhagar was stubborn and despite being in pain she did not let go and in her fury, the ancient battle-hardened dragon sunk her fangs further into the neck of Caraxes.
Refusing to let go.
Aemond looked up in terror as Daemon stood in his saddle.
Suddenly a load roar echoed through the sky.
Aemond gasped in disbelief as the Cannibal descended from the clouds, almost like a ghost in the night.
His wife’s dragon, darted towards Caraxes, and collided with the two entwined dragons, using the bulk of his weight to free Vhagar from Caraxes claws.
From the sheer force of the attack, Daemon was flung from the back of Caraxes and fell towards the waters of the Gods Eye.
Vhagar tumbled through the sky, wriggling furiously as she tried to right herself.
Managing to free himself from his chains, Aemond threw himself from the saddle just as Vhagar crashed into the water with an immense splash.
Aemond was immediately sucked underneath the surface of the water.
Cannibal lashed his razor-sharp teeth deep into Caraxes neck and shook his head from side to side.
The Blood Wyrm shrieked and desperately tried to claw himself away from Cannibal, but he was no match.
With one final snap of his jaws, Cannibal ripped the Blood Wyrm’s head from his body.
Caraxes, now dead, dropped through the sky and plunged into the water.
The force of the dragons dead body hitting the water, had propelled Aemond towards the surface.
Using every ounce of strength he possessed, swam as fast as he could.
Coughing and spluttering as he finally broke the surface of the frigid water.
Vhagar, who had astonishingly survived, was now resting on its grassy edge, clearly dazed from the wounds she’d sustained and her collision with the water.
But at least she was alive.
In his exhaustion, Aemond collapsed when he made it to shore, his face pressed against the mud and silt.
Daemon had also survived his fall, as he crawled along the muddy banks of the God Eye before he finally freed himself.
His face covered in blood and his right arm hung painfully at an awkward angle.
The ground then shook as a dragon landed in front of him.
Daemon looked towards the Cannibal and smiled.
“Daughter. We believed you to be dead” rasped Daemon grimacing in pain.
“Yet here I am” replied Vaera firmly.
“Here you are” repeated Daemon.
“This is the end for you. Father” said Vaera.
A father’s eyes briefly met his daughters before the command was given and he was engulfed in flames.
Vaera watched silently as her father’s flailing ashen body slumped forward.
All that was left of the mighty Rogue Prince, was his charred bones. His sword Dark Sister laid in the grass, the Valyrian steel glinting in the sunlight.
Vaera descended down the Cannibals wing and took a deep shuddering breath.
She had made it in time, Daemon was now dead, and she just hoped that Aemond wasn’t too severely injured.
Cannibal trilled slightly as he hovered over her protectively.
Vaera turned around and came face to face with Aemond, who was stood stunned as he stared at her, his mouth hanging open.
“V-Vaera” exclaimed Aemond in disbelief.
#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#hotd aemond#aemond x oc#hotd fanfic#aemond fanfiction#aemond fic#aemond x original female character#aemond one eye#prince aemond#hotd fic
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Part for Ever: Ep 1
notes: Spoilers! five Ever because for isn't long enough. Master list of all recaps
You know the part in almost every costume drama where the leads whoosh towards each other in slo-mo as they gaze deeply into each others eyes? I always think of that type of scene as a garnish, not a main course. This drama thinks otherwise.
Yes, so many setups and situations that can facilitate the personal-space-encroaching wide-eyed time-stopping petal-dropping surprised stare. There's so much of it in this drama. Well that and shirtlessness. The male lead's clothes keep falling off. I promise it's very necessary to the story.
He's giving "giant wall mural from the heyday of Abercrombie"
But let's get to the plot.
We meet Ling Xiao as he bursts into the City Master's mansion, cape swirling as the fog machine works overtime.
He's dark and brooding, with eyebrows so sharp he could probably dual wield them if he ever lost his sword.
Scenes of carnage are intercut with Su Wan'er putting on her party clothes. She opens the doors of the main hall just in time to see Ling Xiao kill her father the City Lord.
Ling Xiao thinks that marrying the City Lord's daughter will add legitimacy to his usurpation of that position. I don't know why he cares, the city contains maybe 20 people tops.
Fast forward to the wedding and Su Wan'er is tied to the bed.
Her father's sworn brother Mr. Zhao attempts a rescue but they caught immediately by Ling Xiao.
Su Wan'er promises to marry Ling Xiao willingly if he lets Mr. Zhao live.
They resume the wedding.
After drinking the wedding wine, Ling Xiao gets handsy. When he leans in to whisper menacing yet sexy threats to her, Su Wan'er takes the initiative and bites his ear (the sound effect for this was amazing).
Ling Xiao looks surprised, then taps an acupoint to make her pass out.
The episode ends as we learn that the jealous 2nd female lead has engineered a situation that is clearly intended to interrupt the wedding night.
a sudden case of Sworn Sister Syndrome
Bonus Round: Taking a Bath in a Koi Pond
the way his entire outfit fell off in a fraction of a second, I'm laughing for real guys.
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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Master List
(Finally compiling all of my Summer of Bad Batch 2024 fills into one place 🙈)
I am thrilled to be an overachiever, filling 28/28 prompts this summer for the event I had the privilege of facilitating, @summer-of-bad-batch 🥰 and I am proud to have worked alongside so many amazing creators this summer to fill prompts in so many unique ways!
Find my list of fills below the cut!
Neon Warfare
Prompts Filled: Week 1 | Main: Water Gun Fight | Alt: "It's not what you think."
Excerpt:
"C'mon, Echo," Wrecker whines, making a grabbing motion with his outstretched hand. "It's water. It's not like it's gonna hurt them." The manchild does have a point. Echo sighs. "Fine. But so help me, you shoot me again with this thing, I'll send it out the airlock."
Eyes Wide Open
Prompts Filled: Week 2 | Alt: Comfort Zone
Excerpt:
"Did you know," Crosshair says, conversationally, "that Hunter sleeps with his eyes open?"
Might
Prompts Filled: Week 2 | Main: Injured
Excerpt:
He doesn’t know why it bothers him so intensely, why it feels like an abrasive lapse of memory. He’d seen Echo deal with the same, exact issue as he acclimated to the loss of his own limbs after his rescue from Skako Minor. He’d never thought Echo ridiculous or idiotic for it. In fact, he’d admired the reg’s tenacity, how quickly he corrected and adapted. And yet, here is Crosshair, refusing a cup of caf because he used the wrong hand to claim it.
A Dangerous Dance
Prompts Filled: Week 3 | Main: "It's just a scratch."
Excerpt:
The Mandalorian trainer pulls a knife from the sheath strapped around his vambrace, and twirls the short blade deftly between his fingers. The man isn’t even looking at the weapon, his eyes following the movements of his sparring clone cadets. If he notices the shaggy headed cadet unabashedly watching him in the far corner, he doesn’t give any indication.
Anything
Prompts Filled: Week 3 | Alt: "Forget I asked." | Bonus Alternate Prompt: "Can you braid my hair?"
Excerpt:
Crosshair wakes to a snuffling sound, and turns over to find his sister standing next to his bed.. “Omega? What’s wrong?” “I got sick,” Omega mutters, and her breath trembles. She’s crying, softly, quietly. Crosshair reaches over and clicks on the lamp, bathing the room in a warm glow of light. But the warmth does not extend to Omega’s face, her skin pale and eyes red rimmed. She blinks rapidly, and a tear escapes, creating another shiny track down her ashen cheek. She does not look well at all. Of all the times for Hunter and Wrecker to be gone on a supply trip for the island.
Cadets (Artwork)
Prompts Filled: Week 4 | Main: Cadets
Stolen Time
Prompts Filled: Week 4 | Alt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."
Excerpt:
He breaks the surface of consciousness with a breathless gasp. When he moves to sit up, a weight on each of his shoulders holds him back. A soothing voice speaks incomprehensibly and close, warm breath on his face. Tech continues to choke down gulps of air, his lungs greedily accepting the panicked doses. Words begin to take shape in the voice above him, and he hears his name, spoken so softly and gently that Tech knows that the speaker loves him. But he doesn’t recognize the voice, although his mind feels thick and muddled. Perhaps he simply cannot remember.
Local Flavors
Prompts Filled: Week 5 | Main: "You're a bad liar." | Alt: "Need a hand?"
Excerpt:
Crosshair plucks one of the bottles from the basket, holds it up and shakes it. “What the kriff is this stuff?” “Seasoning,” Hunter says. “For cooking.” Crosshair manages to screw off the lid one handed, sniffing at the contents suspiciously. He makes a face. “I do not want this on my food.” Hunter snatches it away from him. “You wouldn’t know good flavor if it bit you in the shebs,” Hunter says.
Letting Go
Prompts Filled: Week 6 | Main: Battle Scars
Excerpt:
Crosshair sits down next to Hunter on the sand. “Omega told me what happened.” “I’m sure she did,” Hunter says. It comes out harsher than he means it to, but he does not try to take it back. It seems that age has worn down the barriers of his emotions, bitterness and hurt leaking through. “She said you were being unreasonable, overbearing, and overprotective,” Crosshair continues. “Not to mention your listening skills need some work, because you only care about your side of the argument.” Hunter’s frown deepens. “Good to know.” “And I said,” Crosshair goes on, as though Hunter hadn’t spoken, “the same thing I said way back when she was only about this big.” He holds out a hand to demonstrate. Hunter rolls his eyes, because they never knew Omega when she was that small, but he gets the point. “Aren’t you going to ask me what I said?”
A Tiny, Unfamiliar Voice
Prompts Filled: Week 8 | Alt: Lula
Excerpt:
“Are you awake?” a tiny voice whispers. A tiny, young, unfamiliar voice. Wrecker groans. He doesn’t want to open his eyes. He doesn’t want to wake up. Not yet. He feels floaty and heavy all at once. And painless. He’s contentedly numb. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt no pain at all, not in his muscles or his head or his heart…he doesn’t want it to end.
Treacherous Waters
Prompts Filled: Week 6 | Alt: "Get out of my room!" | Week 7 | Main: "Don't avoid the question." | Alt: Getting a Haircut
Excerpt:
Crosshair knows he should be relieved, but somehow he’s tread into more treacherous waters.
Racket
Prompts Filled: Week 8 | Main: Swimming Lessons
Excerpt:
"Oh, look, a little lab scrabber,” Racket sneers when Omega walks into the infirmary with AZI. Omega ignores him, keeping her pace to show she doesn’t care. However, AZI stops to look at the clone sitting on the edge of a medical cot holding an ice pack to a developing black eye. “I must correct you, CT-1051811. Omega is not a lab scrabber. She is a medical assistant.”
Too Young To Grow Up (Drabbles Collection)
Prompts Filled: Week 9 | Main: "Hold still." | Alt: Stargazing | Week 10 | Main: Hugs | Week 11 | Alt: "Yeah, kid, we're fine." | Week 13 | Alt: Crashing Hard
Excerpt:
Moments and memories of Omega growing up on Pabu.
Threat
Prompts Filled: Week 10 | Alt: "Just when were you planning on telling us that?" | Week 11 | Main: "I didn't think I would get this far."
Excerpt:
“Just when were you planning on telling me that you were building a battle droid?”
Nightmares and Demons
Prompts Filled: Bonus Alternate Prompt: Light in the Darkness | Week 12 | Main: Nightmares | Alt: Radio Silence | Week 13: "Stop touching me!" // "I'm not touching you!"
Excerpt:
The girl came again. She knows his name. Speaks with a familiarity he craves. She tells him they are coming. Their brothers. Their brothers are coming. It is only a matter of time. He believes her. He has to believe her. If he doesn’t, he has nothing. Nothing but the poison that the Empire has leached into him. Needles and torture and endless, endless pain. Her promise, void and empty as it is, is like a light in the inky, consuming darkness. A fragile, flickering flame on the end of a match. It burns close to his finger tips, but he won’t let it go.
#summerofbadbatch2024#master list#prompt challenge#Star Wars the bad batch#star wars#the bad batch#tbb#tbb omega#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#tbb echo#fics by kyber
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Girls' Day Out
30. Self Care
From this list of gt prompts
AU: A Patient, and Time (Donna AU); a direct continuation of "Midnight".
Note: Only a few of these left! Definitely very late, but I'm still committed. And...dang, I love these two.
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Steamy air filled Zepheera's lungs until they felt more full than she'd ever experienced.
“I can't remember the last time I was this relaxed.” Her admission rode her exhale like a sigh, just barely audible to her human companion sitting close by.
After everything that happened on Midnight, Donna had insisted they all needed a proper vacation. No need for fancy leisure palaces or tourist traps, none of that fluff! The simple things could have the best impact on one's physique and psyche, she assured the Doctor and Zepheera both.
Zepheera barely remembered the name of the planet they'd landed on, but great care was taken in its selection. They had to make sure that wherever they went, the borrower among them wouldn't stick out as odd and would be accepted wherever they went. Sure enough, the spa Donna found had a sauna and plenty of accommodations for people less than six inches high. The towel wrapped around her body was not too cumbersome or thick to be useful, and she had a surprisingly comfortable bamboo seat almost identical to the one Donna was reclined in.
She smiled to hear Zepheera's voice without an ounce of tension in it, for what felt like the first time in all the time they'd known each other. The steamy heat of the sauna worked its magic on her, too, much more welcome than the X-tonic rays she'd bathed in not too long ago. Her eyes stayed closed as she replied almost automatically, “You can say that again.”
Donna didn't expect a response, content with the silence as she and Zepheera sweated their troubles away. After a moment, however, she caught the faintest sound of breathing coming from over her shoulder. That made her blink her heavy eyelids open to glance toward Zepheera. If she could hear the borrower’s breathing from even a short distance, something was amiss.
Sure enough, Zepheera was no longer lounging back in her chair. She had leaned forward, eyes closed and hands clutching her knees for stability as she slowly and deliberately breathed in and out.
“Hey,” whispered Donna, which had Zepheera blinking up at her. Not a flinch or any hint of startlement as if she were having a flashback or an attack.
Donna bit back a wince. Back when the Doctor explained what they'd been through, she'd slipped up and mimicked his catch phrase. She hadn't meant any harm by it, but considering the encounter with the repeating creature, she should have known better. The look the Doctor got in his eyes, the way Zepheera froze…
Zepheera continued her slow breathing, the pace of which Donna unwittingly mirrored as she gently asked, “Alright, dinky?”
Mid-exhale, a light chuckle snuck out of Zepheera. She and Donna had been friends long enough that the human was finally able to express her full, witty personality around the borrower without making her shrink back. All those weeks and months rooming together only facilitated that bond. Donna had plenty of nicknames for the Doctor, and Zepheera was more than happy to participate by accepting an affectionate moniker that poked fun at her size, and coming up with her own to return that energy.
“Fine, massy,” she nodded, taking the next few breaths to relax her posture. Donna’s words had been innocuous enough, but the incident was still fresh in Zepheera's mind. Thanks to her friends, she had plenty of tools to work her own way through the brush with panic.
Midnight was far away, and Donna was here. They were safe, and Zepheera refused to let the memories creep their way in to spoil their relaxation. Before she knew it, her back pressed against bamboo once again, and she gave a contented sigh.
Soon enough, she and Donna would wrap up here, cool off, and meet back up with the Doctor for a nice, indulgent lunch. She closed her eyes once again, imagining the tastes she might experience there. What came next was up to Donna, and if it was half as soothing as this, Zepheera was up for any of it.
“I can't remember the last time I was this relaxed,” she reiterated.
#gtjuly#gtjuly2023#in 2024#doctor who gt#doctor who g/t#doctor who crossover#the borrowers#the borrowers crossover#sfw gt#sfw g/t#borrower OC#Zepheera#A Patient and Time#APAT: a BTaS AU#giant#tiny#giant tiny
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Jan. 20th / 21st - It’s the First Time in 225 Years that Pluto Re-enters Aquarius, and Aquarius Season Begins (Intimate Spiritual Diaries, Entry 8.5)
TLDR: Tips on how to handle, and even thrive in what humanity is on the path to choosing over the next 20 Years; sudden disasters, both personal and socio-political, combined with what’s been hidden in each persons sub-conscious, and my personal addiction.
The Sun enters Aquarius at 9:07 AM EST, Jan. 20th, beginning the shift from the ambitious, grounded achievements of Capricorn, into socially-focused, revolutionary Aquarius. Focus and diligence on future goals and achievements, begins to transform into the more socially and politically aware.
This is going to be one wild entry, on into the 12th House of addictions, the surreal, intuitive faculties, and everything esoteric. The Sun conjunct Pluto on the 21st, will be exact at 8:53 AM GMT, and we would all do well until then to take extra time for self-care. Conjunctions are the most important, intensely close transits. This one combines sudden disasters, whether personal or socio-political, with what’s been hidden in each persons sub-conscious.
I’m talking about specific self-care. Not just glitter bath bombs, ice cream, and films that make us cry. Not that I’m dissing any of those things.
Yet over time, they become avoidance tools for the inner work which we incarnated for, for karmic resolution.
One thing which a lot of people in esoteric communities won’t tell you, is to listen to angry music.
I do, and will continue to. Whenever you feel angry, let yourself feel into the music, and healthily release all pent-up tensions. As you feel that energy leaving you, ease into breath-work. Sit in silence, or ease yourself back into groundedness with relaxing sound healing frequency music; whatever feels right.
I will be sticking strictly to my whole foods diet, and fighting tooth and nail through any urges to eat sweets or drink wine or beer. I’m not so bad with drinking, it’s my massive sugar addiction that I have to be careful about. I know that if I’m not, I will suffer while dredging up the unnecessary yet again. I know at this point that such suffering doesn’t have to do with my karmic responsibility, so there’s no need to wallow.
I speak this way not to try and assert authority over anyone, but to help inspire all of you to take better care of yourselves. Many of you already are, and you inspire me to take better care of myself.
Those of you who have been putting off shadow work, there’s no way to talk around it; there will be long periods of intense personal suffering for you over the next twenty years if you continue to ignore your inner landscape, getting and staying grounded, and the synchronicities which your Ancestors and other guides are giving you.This allows you to resolve karma, and move up the numbers in your plus karma column so that you have more gifts synchronistically enter your life.
There are plenty of helpers, teachers and healers out there. If you and I don’t resonate strongly and harmonically, that’s ok. I know that isn’t personal. Please choose others who are right for you, and put in the work; for you, your families and soul families. There’s nothing wrong with asking for help, and there are plenty of people in esoteric healing communities looking for people to facilitate healing for.
Sound healing frequencies (I can’t stress enough how much these help), regular sleep and exercise patterns, plus an overhaul of the energies we allow around us regularly, are all in order. Are we putting up with too much from certain people who are energy vampiric? Are we becoming energy vampiric and need to step back, introspect, review, and make some big changes? Cause if so, best to get ahead of that.
This is the difficult stuff which we tend to instinctively avoid, you know? I do it, and you should admit that you do too.
Then begin, and stick to a pattern of self-improvement.
Pluto goes the deepest into the psyche, and will cause dream and other sleep disturbances the longer we ignore Him. Aquarius, as ruled by Uranus, will have us expressing and / or experiencing sudden shocking events and insights.
Yet we can take control, make it through, and even thrive in certain ways when we regularly put in the effort.
The last time Pluto was in Aquarius; 1778 to 1798, the following impactful events occurred therein, or shortly thereafter: The Industrial Revolution, The French Revolution, and revolutions for America concerning their civil war.
Pluto leaves Capricorn for revolutionary Aquarius on Jan. 21st, then is back in Capricorn from Sept. 3rd to Nov. 19th. He settles into Aquarius for about twenty years, until March 8th, 2043.
A future post will cover the period when Pluto is back in Capricorn this autumn.
Like any diligent Astrologer, I’m not finished talking about Pluto in Aquarius this year.
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Exploring the Scientific and Mental Health Benefits of Sound Healing
In a world where stress and anxiety seem to permeate every aspect of our lives, the search for effective and holistic approaches to wellness has never been more crucial. Amidst this quest, an ancient practice has emerged as a beacon of hope—the art of sound healing and the transformative experience of sound baths. While long revered for their profound effects on the mind, body, and spirit, these practices are now gaining recognition within the scientific community for their tangible benefits. Let's delve into the fascinating realm where science meets ancient wisdom, exploring the scientific and mental health benefits of sound healing and sound baths.
The Science Behind Sound Healing
At its core, sound healing operates on the principle that everything in the universe, including our bodies, is in a state of vibration. When these vibrations become imbalanced or disrupted, it can lead to disharmony and dis-ease. Sound healing aims to realign these vibrations, allowing for a return to a state of equilibrium and wellness.
1. Neurological Effects
Studies have shown that exposure to specific sound frequencies can stimulate the release of neurotransmitters and hormones associated with relaxation and stress reduction. For example, listening to sounds with a frequency of around 528 Hz has been found to promote the production of serotonin, the neurotransmitter responsible for feelings of happiness and well-being. Additionally, sound therapy has been shown to activate the parasympathetic nervous system, leading to a decrease in heart rate, blood pressure, and cortisol levels.
2. Brainwave Entrainment
Sound waves have the remarkable ability to influence brainwave activity, leading to states of deep relaxation and heightened awareness. Through a process known as brainwave entrainment, the brain synchronizes its electrical activity to match the frequency of external stimuli, such as the rhythmic vibrations produced during a sound bath. This synchronization can induce alpha and theta brainwave states, which are associated with creativity, intuition, and deep meditation.
3. Physiological Responses
Beyond its effects on the brain, sound healing also exerts tangible effects on the body's physiological processes. Research has demonstrated that exposure to certain frequencies can stimulate the production of nitric oxide, a molecule that plays a key role in vasodilation and cardiovascular health. Additionally, sound therapy has been shown to improve immune function, enhance cellular regeneration, and reduce inflammation, contributing to overall health and well-being.
Mental Health Benefits of Sound Baths
In addition to its profound effects on the physical body, sound healing holds immense promise as a therapeutic modality for addressing mental health concerns and promoting emotional well-being.
1. Stress Reduction
One of the most well-documented benefits of sound baths is their ability to induce states of deep relaxation and alleviate stress. The soothing vibrations of sound help to calm the nervous system, quiet the mind, and release tension held within the body. Many participants report feeling a sense of peace and tranquility after a sound bath, along with a reduction in symptoms associated with stress and anxiety.
2. Emotional Release and Healing
Sound baths offer a safe and supportive space for emotional exploration and release. The resonant frequencies produced by sound healing instruments can penetrate deep into the subconscious mind, facilitating the release of stored emotions and trauma. Participants often report experiencing cathartic emotional release during a sound bath, followed by a profound sense of relief and renewal.
3. Enhanced Mindfulness and Presence
The immersive nature of sound baths invites participants to cultivate a state of mindful awareness and presence. As they surrender to the experience and allow the sounds to wash over them, they are guided into a state of deep inner stillness and connection. This heightened state of mindfulness can lead to greater clarity, insight, and a deeper sense of connection to oneself and the world around them.
Conclusion: Harmonizing Body, Mind, and Spirit
In the symphony of life, sound healing and sound baths offer a harmonious melody—a melody that resonates deep within our being, restoring balance, promoting healing, and nurturing the soul. As science continues to unveil the profound effects of sound on our physical and mental well-being, may we embrace the transformative power of sound healing as a pathway to wholeness and vitality.
Through the union of ancient wisdom and modern science, we embark on a journey of self-discovery and transformation—a journey guided by the healing vibrations of sound.
In the pursuit of holistic wellness, let us remember the words of the poet Rumi: "The wound is the place where the light enters you."
May we embrace the healing journey with open hearts and receptive minds, knowing that within the depths of our being lies the infinite potential for healing and growth.
Join us on this journey of self-discovery and transformation, as we immerse ourselves in the healing waters of sound and emerge renewed, revitalized, and restored. Learn more and book your private session with Mindful Bliss Tribe, located in Tampa, FL.
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Zero-G
This is a story I've been sitting on for a while but I'm ready to share it.
Summary: two lovers find time to enjoy their off shift aboard a space station in a distant star system. They take advantage of the low gravity environment to explore an antique power dynamic.
Notes: this is silly, kinky t4t smut, heavily interspersed with world building for an anarcho-futurist sci-fi setting I use in other stories.
Jules floated by themselves near the transparent dome of the OSS Lina Stern's dorsal observatory. They had just gotten off a very long shift, and the station coordinator was taking their first free moment in 60 kiloseconds to bathe in the light of the alien star. Even though Jules had spent nearly half a billion seconds on ships and stations hundreds of lightyears from their home system, the color of whatever local star they orbited always seemed odd; the OSS Lina Stern was currently orbiting the second planet orbiting around both stars in a binary system, and the way the light of the blue star filtered through the gas cloud that was just a few light seconds closer in than their station always looked a little sickly to Jules. But despite the odd coloration, sunbathing under any star always soothed them.
This particular observation deck was Jules' favorite, partly because it almost always had a good view of the larger red star, but mostly because, in addition to being one of the few rooms in the station where the simulated gravity could be turned off, it was the least used observatory. Far from the crew quarters, and lacking most of the scientific equipment needed by this particular deep space mission, most of the station's inhabitants had little reason to spend time there. Jules often thought of it as their own inner sanctum, a private place for them to think and relax
That's why the tinkling door chime startled them so much they lost their balance and got sent tumbling across the empty space to gently thump against the expansive window.
Untangling their limbs, they shouted, "Come in," across the room to whomever it was that interrupted their quiet meditation. Jules heard the rushing air sound of the door opening and closing, and they saw the red-headed pilot Raysa pushing off from the door frame with her legs, correcting her vector with a quick burst of compressed air from a tube connected to a small canister on her leg, and landing softly next to them on the dome.
"You seem to be having trouble with the gravity here, Cap'n." Raysa said, offering a hand to help the struggling enby put their limbs in the proper place and get control over their spin.
"Captain? What do you think this is, a pirate ship sailing the high seas, going off to steal Spanish gold?" Jules asked the newcomer, poking fun at her antique language. The role of ship's captain hadn't been filled by anyone in generations, Shift Facilitators untangled that kind of hierarchic bullshit. But Jules might've been the closest thing there was to a modern ‘captain’, coordinating resources and operations on the station.
"Are you really gonna make it that easy for me? You're practically begging for a 'pirate's booty' joke." Jules swatted Raysa's hand away before she pinched their bottom.
"And you're just asking to walk the plank." Jules gave Raysa a playful hip check that sent Jules floating away from the dome on a somewhat uncontrolled vector, then Raysa pushed off to follow them. Jules called out, "Do you have another one of those canisters? I lost my grip on my tether when you came in."
"I wondered what that cord was for,” Raysa reached them. “Why didn't you take a canister when you came in?"
"I usually don't need them, the cord gets the job done well enough, and I don't usually have to move around that much."
"OK, here's a better question: what were you doing here in the first place?"
Jules and Raysa came to a stop with a burst from Raysa's air canister and curled up, almost like they were sitting, as they floated in the 0-gravity.
"I like to come here to get away sometimes, especially after a long shift."
Cocking an eyebrow, Raysa asked, "Get away? From who?"
"People. It can be draining, coordinating a whole station. I'm just glad it's not a transport hub."
"Aww, you weren't trying to get away from me now, where you?" Raysa pouted a little when she asked this, putting emphasis on the word 'me' by raising her voice half an octave.
"Were you asking for anything at all during the last forty five k-secs? If so, then yes." Jules slumped their shoulders and put their head in Raysa's lap. It doesn't escape their notice that Raysa's jumpsuit is a little lower than it was when she floated in.
"I might've, but Jules," Raysa put her hand on their chest and looked into their eyes. "You weren't trying to get away from me, were you?" This time, Raysa's voice dropped an octave when she emphasized the word. Before Jules responded, Raysa's hand moved to slowly unzip the front of Jules' off-duty jump suit, exposing their soft, brown skin.
Jules' mouth made a small 'o' shape when they realized what Raysa meant before they stuttered over their words, "N... no, ma'am... I... I'd never..."
"Of course you wouldn't, because you know how upset that'd make me, and you don't want that, do you... Captain?" Raysa slipped a hand under the Operations Green top they were wearing and started tracing delicate swirls along Jules' skin with the tips of her fingers, moving slowly along their chest. Shudders went down Jules' back whenever she grazed one of their sensitive, rapidly hardening nipples.
"I wouldn't dream of it, ma'am." Jules stared up into Raysa's face, into her eyes, and they could see a change; Raysa was always so gentle and kind, her gaze soft, except when she took Jules for herself.
Hierarchies had been abolished generations ago. No one person had any authority over another, except when one was clearly more well versed on a subject, like a scientist teaching a course to students. The scientist had information, and was granted the deference and respect they'd earned for their work in the field, but that gave them no special privileges over their students. Even on a ship, where it was once that the ship's captain had absolute authority to command the ship as they willed, now major decisions were made by the crew as a whole, or by an elected council, and day-to-day operations were orchestrated by a coordinator, who had no inherent power over anyone else, they were often simply skilled at organizing large operations. But even though society had moved past the conflict and violence of vertical hierarchy, in a world where everyone is equal to everyone else, some things are more primal. Some things, like the way Raysa looked at Jules in the dorsal observatory of the OSS Lina Stern.
That look, the lizard-brain possessiveness was plainly visible in the redhead's eyes, and was all Jules needed to get over their tiredness from their long shift. Jules moaned softly as Raysa's hanging chest brushed against their face as she leaned forward to unzip their jumpsuit down to the waist, just above Jules' groin, where they could feel their underpants moisten.
Jules tried to give Raysa's bosom gentle kisses as she moved back into a sitting position, but when she felt the touch of their lips through the fabric of her own jumpsuit, she sat up quickly, pinching hard on the dark brown nipple she was gently caressing a moment ago. “Not until I tell you to, Mine.”
After a moment, she releases her hold. "I know you only wanted to show your devotion though, didn't you?"
"Of course, ma'am, just to serve you."
Jules felt a slight pressure in the back of their head as Raysa looked hungrily down their body, their slight build, the delicate bump between their legs. Being objectified was an odd feeling for Jules; the exploitative pornography from Before had been relegated to very specific history books, and it was rare for someone to be appraised the way Raysa was appraising them.
"You may get your chance to do just that, Mine. But first, I need to get ready." Raysa pushed her submissive out of her lap and released a jet of air, propelling her to the wall by the door. "I had been planning something for you that used this room, and it was a stroke of luck that you were here waiting for me." Raysa picked up a bag that she had left by the door.
Jules spun around by flailing their arms, trying to ‘swim’ through the air. Seeing Raysa launch herself towards them, they asked, "What's in the bag, Love?"
"Oh, just something I had requisitioned a few dozen k-secs ago." Raysa's rye smile evoked a scowl from her sub. Jules was about to make a comment to protest being teased, but before they could form the words, Raysa's lips were pressed against theirs, her left hand pulling them deeper into the kiss. Closing their eyes, they lost all thoughts of protest. Feeling their Mistress's tongue explore their mouth, feeling her hand run through their short hair, biting their lip as she pulled away, several other thoughts were lost as well.
When Raysa's teeth released their bottom lip, a shudder went through Jules’ body, and Jules floated limply in her arms. The force of Raysa's push from the wall had made the pair rotate slowly, such that when she pulled away, all Jules could see was the blazing halo of the red star shining through Raysa's long red hair, pulled free from its binding, floating out like tongues of fire in the 0-g.
"Now are you going to do only what I tell you from now on, Mine?" Awestruck by the view, and still numb from the kiss, Jules could only nod. Raysa's hand caressed down Jules face until her palm rested on their cheek. She gently opened their lips with a thumb and pushed it inside, encouraging them to suck on it, to get their lips ready for when they would have to part for more sensitive parts of her body. Jules knew this was what she was doing, and they loved it. They let out a deep, pleasured moan as her thumb began thrusting in and out. "That's good to hear." Raysa pulled her thumb out and down, pulling Jules mouth open by their lower lip and leaned in to kiss them again before floating gently away with a puff of air that just reached Jules' chest and made their nipples perk up again.
"Take off the rest of your jumpsuit." Raysa jetted behind her already half-naked enby so she could take out whatever she had in her bag unseen. Jules shot a concerned look at the unlocked door, afraid that someone might walk in on the pair engaged in private-quarters-only activities, but quickly looked away and started to slowly remove the jumpsuit from their legs, sticking their ass out the way they knew Raysa liked; however it was too late, Raysa saw the concern in their movements. "Aww, are you worried that someone will walk in and catch us fucking? It's not like people don't know, we share a suite."
"I'm worried people will see us, because all of the details of our sex life don't need to be known."
"Do you think anyone will think less of you for being a sub? What, did we travel back to the 20th century?" Raysa stuck out her tongue and flew over to the door to enter the command to lock the door. "I know exhibition is a hard line, don't worry. I requested the room be assigned private to us for a bit anyway, no one's coming." Raysa pushed off to give Jules a flyby kiss on the cheek.
"Unless you let me," Jules smiled weakly, and Raysa groaned loudly.
"Bring your ass over here, I need to punish you for that." Obediently, the underwear-clad Jules bent themselves to present their bottom as best they could. Floating over to them, Raysa wrapped her left arm around the small waist of their sub and pulled them close. Raysa let out a small grunt of appreciation as she took a handful of buttock in her right hand before pulling back and slapping hard enough to elicit a yelp from Jules, who thought they had steeled themself for the blow but clearly didn't realize how hard Raysa was going to hit them.
Raysa put her fingers against the warm, moist bottom of Jules’ underwear, getting more surface of the fabric wet. She pushed a finger deeper, spreading open their labia, getting Jules even hotter than they were already. Raysa pulled her finger out, leaving a bit of the fabric still inside, and pulled her hand back and delivered another sharp smack to their bottom, this time on the other cheek, eliciting another yelp.
"That will teach you to pun. Now let's get these off you," Raysa slipped three fingers under the elastic waistband and quickly pulled the dampened underpants over their rear end then with less speed down their legs. Letting go and floating slightly away, Raysa enjoyed the sight of the now fully-naked enby. Their light brown skin was mostly smooth, with a small tuft of curly black hair between their firm pectoral muscles. Jules was very clearly aroused, and Raysa thinking about what she would do with that arousal brought a warmth to her own groin, like she knew Jules felt. Jetting around behind Jules, Raysa got a good view of their ass, tight as the rest of their body, it practically called out to be grabbed and held and squeezed and smacked and bit. She would have all the time she wanted with them. With this beautiful person who was Hers.
The idea that someone could own another being was beyond archaic. It was like the idea of eating another being, knowing that it could feel pain. The idea that someone could own a human was the most aggressively fought against ideas during the first wave of the revolution, soon followed by the idea of owning any being no matter the species. Generations and generations of people lived in a world where knowing that owning a person was disgusting and impossible was as common as knowing that humans need oxygen to live. But that didn't change the way they both felt in the observatory. It was odd to feel a sense of ownership over a person, but nonetheless, right at that moment, both Raysa and Jules had the feeling, no the knowledge, that Jules belonged to Raysa, that they were hers in mind and body, and the two of them were both ecstatic about that.
“Do you trust me, Jules?” Raysa was floating right behind them, putting her hands on their waist, and slowly pulled them in different directions along their torso as she waited for a response.
“Of course Raysa, you know that.” Jules always felt comfortable and safe in their mistress’ arms. The feeling of her breasts against them, her hard nipples poking them through her jumpsuit, all served to get them more excited for what she had in store.
“And you'll do whatever I say?” Raysa's right hand that had reached down between Jules’ legs started tenderly stroking their lips.
Jules could feel themself getting wetter as one of Raysa's fingers pushed its way inside them, causing them to let out an extended moan. “Mmm, always, mistress.”
Raysa kissed Jules on the cheek and slowly pulled out her finger. She stuck her tongue out so that Jules could see it in the faint reflection of the two of them in the dome when she sucked her finger clean, then wiped it on Jules’ pubic hair, then reached out to grab something floating by them. “Then I want you to hold still, Mine.” Raysa grabbed their left arm in one hand and started to wrap it in a length of rope, what she must've pulled out of her bag. She caught their right leg in another loop of rope and easily tied the limbs together. Jules had maybe a dozen centimeters between their hand and foot. They moved their other hand behind their back and bent their leg in anticipation of Raysa's wishes. She pulled another rope from the air around them and looped it around Jules’ wrist and ankle and tied the new knot to the first one she tied. Jules felt a brief burst of panic when they realized they could be hurt if they were sent floating a little too fast into a wall, but quickly put that thought out of their mind, knowing Raysa wouldn't let that happen. They were her responsibility when she made them so vulnerable, and she always took good care of them. Then, after getting over the fear of injury, their helplessness turned them on, far more than they had been even when Raysa started to fill them with her fingers.
A smile crept across Raysa’s soft, round face when she tugged gently on the handle she made in the rope tying the deliciously exposed Jules, making sure they were bound tightly. She was briefly tempted to skip the period of teasing she had planned, but knew that by making them both wait, she would make the feeling of release so much better for her and Jules. Especially for Jules, who would soon be reduced to her quivering fucktoy by the waiting they would have to endure. “How does that feel, Mine? Not too tight?”
“No, ma'am, not at all.” Jules flexed their hands and feet to show they weren't losing circulation anywhere.
“Are you ready for the next part of your outfit?” Unsure of what to expect, Jules simply responded “yes, ma'am” to the open space in front of them.
After reaching out to the bag for a third time, Raysa grabbed the sides of Jules’ head from the back, kissed the top of their head, and slipped a blindfold over their eyes, shutting out all of the light from their eyes. Not a single photon got through the mask that was perfectly molded to fit over Jules’ eyes and top of their nose. Nothing, not the artificial light of the observatory wall lamps or the light of a single star a thousand light years away reached their retinas. Jules could hear their mistress’ breathing, feel the warmth radiating from her soft body, and… was that perfume? How far in advance did Raysa prepare? The dramatic loss of their sight made Jules’ breath quicken and their pulse raced, but the warmth of Raysa's body was reassuring. They had tried sensory deprivation before, but this was different. Before, they were tied to a bed, or allowed to stand, once they were even left floating in a pool of water at a private kink club on Earth. Either way, they couldn’t feel which way was down and how balanced they were. Normally, the lack of gravity was a calming sensation for Jules. But the combination of not being able to see anything and not having any reference point for their inner ear made Jules feel scared and euphoric, almost like the first time they smoked pot, on Mars with a group of Robinsonists. That was also the first night they met Raysa, and the first night they had ever been tied up…
After a brief pause, Raysa asked, “Can you tell me which way you are facing?”
“I think I was facing the dome before, and I don't think I've moved that much, so still the stars?”
“You have an annoyingly good sense of direction. Let's see,” Raysa started to roll them in the air, “If we can fix that. Now where are you facing?”
“If I'm lucky, that warmth by my face is your breath and not a far--” Raysa cut Jules off by pushing their forehead hard enough to send them spinning, and left them to spin along two axes for a little too long before grabbing their shoulders to stop them. “Now I'm dizzy and lost. Is that what you were going for?”
“Yes, it was. Now I'm going to let you float for a little bit. In silence. You remember the safe-gesture for when you can’t talk?” Jules responded by extending her thumb, index and pinky fingers. “Very good. Now I’ll leave you in your silence.”
Jules opened their mouth and was about to ask why they needed the gesture instead of the safeword when Raysa took the opportunity their open mouth provided to put something hard in their mouth. So that was why they needed it. Jules pushed their tongue forward to feel their gag; it was a ball gag. And it wasn’t the small one. Raysa fastened the gag’s strap around their head and whispered into their ear “Good job, Mine. I know this one isn’t always easy to get on.” Raysa kissed their cheek and pushed away.
The last thing Jules heard was the hiss of air from Raysa's air hose as she jetted away. And after that, they were alone in space. Floating adrift in zero gravity, completely helpless and unprotected. They set the observatory to be a few degrees cooler than the station ambient when they went in right after their shift, and now they were vaguely regretting that. Without the protection of their uniform, the cold enveloped them. Their nipples, already hard from arousal, grew even harder in the cold and goosebumps started growing on their skin.
As they floated, it got harder to keep track of time. If they were standing, they could at least figure out how long it had been by their legs getting tired, but now, floating in that absolute darkness, barely even spinning, there was no way to tell how long it had been. Hell, they had no way of knowing if Raysa was even still there. She wouldn't abandon them like this, would they? She could be cruel, but never like that; it was always the fun kind, the kind that involved ropes and sometimes that antique riding crop. No, Raysa was still in the room. Of course, that was only speculation, there was no way to be sure. They could start making noise, but Mistress had said they should be silent, and Jules didn't want to disobey her. She made a point of demanding silence when she wanted it, gag or no.
But what if no one was there?
No. Mistress was there. The only problem was how long had they been tied up? And how much longer would she want them to float?
The cold felt like it was getting worse. Was Raysa turning down the heat? Oh shit was she directing cold air at them? It felt like they were moving slightly. A very slight rotation from the air current until… oh… Jules couldn’t help but gasp. That little air current hadn't been moving Jules themself, it had been moving around them. It had been moving until it was pointed directly at their clit. Raysa clearly wanted to do more than wait. Jules could feel themself getting wetter. They could feel themself getting wet enough that it felt like it was starting to pull away from them in the 0-g. Wait, that might be dangerous, what equipment got left out? It was probably nothing to worry about, Raysa knew how to keep a space clean.
Now, finally, they had some external way to tell the passage of time. It wasn't much, but the constant stream of cold air blowing onto their pussy helped a lot; they never reached climax from the air, but they had spent a lot of their time tied up with Raysa being edged. They had learned to time the waves of approaching orgasm -- once, Raysa even suspended them in front of a chrono projection while she edged them, as if she was trying to train them to be able to time their orgasms. Maybe that's what she had been doing…
Time passed, and the constant flow of air was Jules’ only external input. They had no idea how long they had the cold air blowing on their clit, constantly teasing them in its consistency. After an unknown period of time, there was finally a change: the air started to move. It was just a few degrees, but Jules could tell the air was coming from a different direction. Then the air started to rotate ever so slightly around their vulva, blowing along their lips, just brushing their rear, then back down the other side, resting on their clit at the end of a cycle. It would've been a great way to tell time, if only it had been consistent in its rotational period. The air’s circuit around their groin was never the same speed twice, and eventually the simulation overwhelmed Jules and they had to put it aside in their mind, but it could never go so far as to not elicit a quiet whimper every time it blew harder on their clit.
What seemed like it must have been a hundred kiloseconds had passed before Jules felt a change in their external stimuli. They had tried to keep track of time with the feeling of the air, but eventually they lost count and resigned themself to floating, enveloped by the feeling of inching towards an explosive orgasm. But Raysa hadn’t said they were allowed to cum, they realized. Fuck. It wasn’t a matter of arousal, but permission. Shit. How could they have almost forgotten? Now they weren’t sure they could cum even if Raysa put her whole damn forearm inside them, past her elbow.
More time passed. Jules definitely had no idea how long they had been floating. They could feel a bit of drool falling out of their mouth past the gag, but that had been the only big change since the air started. At one point it started to get warmer and Jules thought it was Raysa coming towards them, but then the air got much colder and they had to stop themself from whimpering at the rapid change. Their thighs were thoroughly soaked, and Jules started to wonder what Raysa had planned.
Suddenly, the air cut off and Jules felt a warm presence in front of them. “Are you enjoying yourself, Mine?” Raysa patted Jules’ chin with a cloth hankie, wiping away their drool. Was she going to take off their gag? Or were they supposed to answer with it still in? Or did she forget it was there? Jules started to make a sound before Raysa realized her mistake, chuckled, then reached her hands around Jules’ head to undo the gag. As she did, she pressed her chest against Jules face and they could feel that she had started to unzip her jumpsuit; they felt the cold, hard zipper against their chin and the warm, soft skin of her breasts against their cheeks. She pulled them up, took out the gag, and wiped their mouth with her hankie. “Whoops. Now that you can talk, are you enjoying yourself, Mine?”
What Jules tried to say was “yes, mistress,” but what came out of their mouth was closer to “mehmlbessess,” followed by “uesmblmlm.” Their throat, sore from 60 ksecs of shouting down corridors to engineers who kept forgetting that they couldn't use the Stern’s comm system when updating said system, and their jaw, numb from being forced open with a gag for what was closer to one and a half kiloseconds, would not cooperate with their attempts to form words. After a few more attempts at forming words that only resulted in nonsensical syllables that only succeeded at making Raysa laugh, Jules just nodded.
Raysa kissed them on the forehead then asked, “so tell me, what do you think we're going to do next?” Jules shook their head and grunted “mm-mm.” They knew Mistress was just teasing them, and they weren't going to give her the satisfaction.
“Aww, you're gonna play that game, are you? Why not just tell me what you think is gonna happen?” Jules just shook their head; their mouth was still too numb and they knew it. “Well that's too bad. Maybe we should just leave the fun where it's at?” At this, Jules started to shake their head quickly back and forth, trying to say “no,” getting the syllable right a few times.
“Well then, I guess we'll have to figure out what's next, won't we?” Jules nodded excitedly at this, and looked where they thought Raysa was floating. “Since you won't talk, I guess I'll have to list what could happen and see if you think that's what will. Do you think… that I'm going to tickle you?” Jules shook their head.
Floating around Jules with a soft air burst, Raysa stopped with her left hand resting on her sub’s thigh, the other the small of their back. “Do you think I'm going to slap your ass until it's red?” Raysa pinched their rear end, causing Jules to jump and grunt “uh-uh.” They smacked their lips and stuck out their tongue in an attempt to reset their voice. “No.”
“Oh you're talking to me again. So tell me then Mine, do you think I'm going to run my hands all over your body?” Raysa slowly moved her right hand from Jules’ bottom up their back, caressing their smooth skin.
Jules sighed with pleasure, “Mmmmaybe.”
“Where would my hands be going? Up or down?”
“Up.”
“Good guessing so far, Mine. You just spent the last kilosecond having fun with the drone between your legs, I can't have you getting too tired out.” Jules felt their mistress’ hands trace the contours of their body. The hand on their back crept along their spine, the hand on their thigh went to their other side and rubbed along their belly. Raysa's grip wasn't strong enough to push them in the low gravity, but they could tell Raysa was moving towards their head. Was she upside down? The way her hands were moving, it felt like her face was floating towards theirs, but of course there was no real way to know unless Mistress took off their blindfold.
As Jules tried to orient themself to Mistress’ movements, Raysa kept moving her hands along their body. Gently scratching their back with one hand, caressing around their belly button with the other. The pressure on their back lifted for a moment when Raysa couldn't move her hand any higher because of how she tied Jules arms behind their back, but quickly returned to their task of exploring their body. Her hands moved higher, one between their shoulder blades, the other tracing patterns on their chest. Feeling Raysa's hands on their flat chest, Jules couldn't help but imagine what Raysa's far more ample bosom would look when she took off her jumpsuit. Her breasts would definitely float in the 0-g; the real question is, would the sight be sexy or comedic? Maybe Raysa would take off their blindfold to let them see, even if they wouldn't be allowed to caress her body like she was doing to them.
“So, Mine, what do you think is going to happen next?” Pulled out of their reverie, Jules let out a squeak when Raysa's gentle caressing of their chest turned into a very sharp pinch around one very erect nipple. “Do you think I'm going to keep pulling on you like this?” Raysa yawed, moving her hand from one nipple to the other, and her hand from their back to the one she just released. “Do you think I'm going to keep pulling on your tits like this?” Jules started to breathe faster. They let out a cry when Raysa pinched her fingers even harder. Eventually they managed to say “no mistress!”
Immediately, the pressure released. “Oh, well why didn't you say so sooner?” Jules gaped, open-mouthed at their mistress. “Well I guess we'd better keep figuring out what's going to happen next, right Mine? So… Do you think I'm going to untie you now?”
“No, mistress.” Jules hoped that wasn't the end.
“Then, do you think I'm going to kiss you now?”
“Yes I do, mistress.” Jules’ lips parted slightly in anticipation.
“Where? Am I going to kiss your pussy? Or am I just going to eat it? It is quite close to my face.” Before Jules had a chance to respond, they felt the warmth of Raysa's lips pressing softly against their pubic mound.
“No, I don't think you'll kiss me there.”
“Then am I going to spend the time kissing your belly?” Again before Jules could respond, Raysa kissed them, pressing her lips softly against their belly button. Jules shimmied against their restraints at the sensation, it felt good despite the way it tickled them. “Is that a ‘yes, I do think you’ll keep kissing my belly’?”
“It might be.”
“I guess you'll have to wait and find out, won't you?” Raysa kissed Jules’ belly again, just above their belly button. Then again, she kissed them just above the last kiss. And again, and again and again. She kept kissing them higher and higher along the peach fuzz of happy trail until she started moving her kisses to the right, pressing her lips against their chest, making slow work towards one of their nipples. As her kisses reached beneath their breast, Jules felt her tongue trace against their skin. The air felt cooler along their breast as Raysa moved closer and closer and the feeling of her tongue was heaven. Jules moaned when Raysa wrapped her lips on their pert nipple and closed her teeth around it. She pulled at their nipple when she moved her head away, letting go before she pulled too hard.
“Is that what you thought was going to happen, Mine?”
“I hoped it was, Raysa.”
“Now do you think I'm going to keep kissing you? Maybe you think I'll be symmetrical?”
“What happens if I'm wrong?”
“Gentle mockery, and tickling.”
“Then I really hope you're going to be symmetrical.”
“That's too bad! And you had been doing so well up until now.” Jules cried out in dismay, which caused Raysa to laugh. “I was only joking, silly. This is just a game, you won't get punished for that.” Jules let out a sigh of relief. “You were still wrong, though.” Raysa pressed her lips back to Jules’ chest. She kept kissing her sub, moving higher along their chest. They bristled as Raysa bent the small hairs on their chest the wrong direction with her nose.
She moved higher, and nibbled on their collarbone when her route took her there. Raysa's hands traced up Jules’ sides and held them closer when she moved to kiss their neck. Jules let out a moan when she kissed them, and let out a high-pitched whine when her teeth pressed against their skin. With one hand, Raysa pushed Jules’ head back and began to kiss and suck on their throat. They couldn't hold back a scream of delight when Raysa's teeth pressed into their neck while she started to suck with her lips.
“Oh mistress please I can't take this any more,” Jules begged. They were getting wetter and they could feel their pussy exposed to the air, begging for the fucking of their life. Hell, they would probably squirt if they felt their ass spread open.
Raysa pulled away from their neck with a pop. She pulled closer to their head and whispered in their ease, “Do you think that's what's gonna happen next, Mine? After all that time kissing your tight body, I'll just stop after one hickey before plowing you? Is that your guess?”
Jules started to squirm. Fuck, Raysa definitely gave them a hickey. They wondered how big it was. “No ma'am, but maybe you'll let me cum soon anyway?”
“I don't think I will, Mine. You're not prepared yet.”
“What do I need to do, Mistress?”
“When was the last time I only gave you one hickey?” Raysa moved her head again and wrapped her lips around another part of Jules’ neck and started to suck and nibble before pulling away again with another pop. Jules felt Raysa shake with laughter as she put her lips down again to give them a third hickey. This time, Jules felt a hand creeping down their side, around their thigh, and slowly begin to stroke their pussy. Another pop. “Time to guess again. What's next?” Jules had no response but to breathe faster. Another pop. “Am I going to fuck you soon?” Another pop. “Am I going to let you suck my cock first?” Kiss. Pop. Jules lost count of the number of hickeys Raysa had given them so far. “Do you even want me to fuck you?” Raysa moved to kiss Jules right below their ear. Another hickey. “Or could you cum just from this?” Under their chin. “This is what really gets you off, isn't it?” On their collarbone. “Next time you ask me to eat you out I'll just do this.” Further down their collarbone, another kiss. Jules let out a moan. Raysa moved her lips along their neck, leaving another mark. Was it worse that they would have to go back on shift in the next cycle covered in hickeys, or that they didn’t care? Her head moved, but this time she bit them instead of sucking on their skin. “What gets you hotter, Mine?” Raysa moved again, another kiss, another pop. “Is it the kisses that turn you on, or the hickeys?” Another kiss, longer, her teeth grasping their skin and releasing, her lips bunching their skin then pushing it back into place. She moaned into this kiss, and kept moaning until she made the loudest pop yet. Jules let out a whimper. “Oh, it’s definitely the hickeys that gets you.” What did their neck look like? How much of it was covered in hickeys? “But is it just getting the hickeys, or is it knowing that when I’m done with you,” another kiss on their collar bone, “when I’m done with you, you’ll have to walk down the corridor next to me with your neck covered in bruises?” They were starting to lose track of where she was. “Oh, you’re such an exhibitionist.” Raysa nibbled on their earlobe. “Sure, you don’t want anyone to see you riding my shmeckle.” Her tongue glided along their ear. “But you want everyone to know that you had sex. You want everyone to know you like being used, don't you?” Raysa finally moved to kiss their lips. It was so brief, Jules whimpered when her lips moved away. “You want everyone to know how much you enjoy being used by me.”
Raysa’s fingers started to stroke between their thighs. Her fingers were moist from her attention to their sex, and now she was spreading the little bit of moisture around, leaving no spot in their crotch dry. “I’m looking forward to showing you off once I’m done with you once we’re all done. We’re gonna walk down the hall with your head held high, showing off your pretty neck.” Another kiss pop. “I’m not done with you yet, of course. I’ve still got to get my dick wet, don’t I, Mine?” Her tongue moved along their jaw. “Or at least, you’ve got to get it wet.” Another kiss -- didn’t she give them a hickey there already? “I’m gonna fuck you senseless, but after covering your neck like this, it’d be a shame not to give your mouth some attention, wouldn't it?” Fingers not preoccupied lower on their body traced delicately along their bruised throat, “after I’m done with you up here, I’m gonna make you scream my name, Mine.” Kiss pop. "But this should hold you over until I want to use this shpiln zakh,” Raysa pushed two fingers into Jules, “won't it? You're wetter than the Europan ice. This is all I have to do to keep you wet and ready, isn't it?” Kiss pop on the nape of their neck. “Because this is all you need, isn't it, Mine?” Jules' face was burning. Their breath rapid and their lower body tightening as they tried to keep an orgasm at bay.
Then the warmth of her breath faded, her head must have moved away.
“Now Mine, what do you think is gonna happen next?”
Jules was silent. Even if they had something to say they couldn't form the words.
“Are you going to suck my cock now?” Jules nodded numbly. “Open your mouth, Mine.” Jules did as they were told, and they felt Raysa's thumb press against their tongue. They closed their lips and started to suck, moving their tongue around the finger that Raysa moved in and out of their mouth. They heard the sound of Raysa's jumpsuit getting unzipped and wished that they could see the beautiful sight that is Raysa's naked body; her full breasts, her nipples, wrinkled and hard with arousal; her soft, smooth, slightly rounded belly; her ample, inviting hips, curved in such a perfect way; her throbbing womanhood, cut, smooth, perfect. She was smaller than some other partners they'd slept with, but Raysa's cock was a work of art. Especially because she knew how to use it. Jules wished they could see it, but they'd settle for tasting it. Her thumb pulled Jules’ mouth open and moved away, her hand moving to their hair. “You ready, Mine?” Jules nodded again, licking their lips. They knew it was time for their favorite hand signals: one for “yes,” two for “no,” three for “I wanna choke on your cock.” Pressure on the back of their head as she pulled them close, as she guided her cock into her mouth. They closed their mouth around their mistress’ member, closed their eyes despite how useless that gesture was, and moaned at the sensation of their tongue gliding down Raysa's dick.
Both of Raysa's hands were on Jules’ head now. They were going to get their throat fucked, they knew it. “Before we get too far, just in case, make the stop signal for when I can't see your hands.” Raysa was always very insistent they go over the safety protocols whenever the couple got tied up. Sure, Jules belonged to her, but she always made sure they were safe. They made the signal: extended and retracted a finger quickly three times, for longer another three times, then quickly three final times. Raysa was a giant nerd who loved old timey sailing lingo, so she made them remember the code for SOS, an old water vessel’s emergency signal for them to use when they couldn't talk.
“I'm going to move deeper now, you ready?” Jules flicked their tongue against the cockhead in their mouth.
Before Raysa started to move, Jules flicked two more times. They wanted Raysa to fuck them. Didn't matter if it was their pussy or their throat, they looked forward to being used like the good sub they were, and to that end Raysa was about to make them gag.
“I love you, Mine,” Raysa said as she slowly pulled her enby deeper onto her cock. “You feel ok?” Raysa asked after Jules felt their nose press against Raysa's pubic mound. They gagged a little as they were getting used to the sensation again, but then opened and closed their hands three times, begging Raysa: “make me gag on this dick.”
“If only I had known you were this dirty when we met, I never would've let you leave Mars without me.” She pulled Jules away slowly. “Thank God I kept your number.” Much faster than before, Raysa pulled them towards the base of their cock; she thrusted her hips forward at the same time and groaned when their lips reached the hilt. Pulled away faster than before, then back down. Away, then back down. Away, down. Away, down. Raysa soon picked up a rhythm, in and out, in and out. Raysa shoving the head of her cock towards the back of Jules’ throat, them trying to keep down their already-minimal gag reflex, and then Raysa pulled Jules’ head back when she ran out of length to go any deeper. They started dragging their tongue along her cock on their way out, and they could tell from the throbbing that she enjoyed it.
At some point, Jules felt their head press against something hard and cold. Raysa must have forgotten to use something to keep the pair floating in place, and her thrusting must have propelled them ever so slowly to the window. Even though the ship heated the glass to prevent it breaking from the rapid temperature changes between the inside of the station and the frozen vacuum of space, the glass was still very cold against their skin.
They were trapped between the freezing nothingness of space and the blazing everything that was their lover pumping in and out of their face. The heat of the blood filling their Mistress’ member caused images to flash in their mind, of Raysa’s red hair floating away from her head like flames. They could see nothing through their blindfold, but they could feel her. As warm, sweet pre-cum gently spilled into their mouth, Jules was convinced they were getting fucked by a goddess of fire.
“Oh fuck it's been too long since I took you like this,” Raysa told her lover.
It had only been a quarter of a megasecond since Raysa had last tied up Jules.
Gasping profanities as she slowed her thrusts, she asked, “Tell me, do you want me to cum in your mouth or should I make use of you some other way?” Raysa slowed to a stop and left her cock halfway inside their mouth.
Her dick was as hot as a star next to the cold glass dome.
Tasting her sweet pre-cum, in that moment Jules wanted Raysa to just fuck their throat full of jizz, but their pussy was still soaking wet and they wanted - no, they needed - to cum. They were so close to squirting buckets; they needed to feel this delicious cock rearrange their insides, and they were able to mumble that from around her. Raysa floated a bit deeper before asking them, “And where do you want me to cum? In or out?” Such a decision to make! Was Raysa going to stuff their pussy? Or maybe she'd cover their face? Maybe she'd cum on their pussy and have them masturbate with her generous lube? Such decisions! Where did Jules want her cock?
They tried to speak but it came out as vibrations: "'op 'alf 'ease"
“I'd be happy to oblige, Mine. Get ready, you're just about done here” Raysa pulled Jules down hard one last time and held them there. “Just hold for a moment,” Raysa kept Jules’ head firmly in place for point one heartbeat, two, three, then pulled them away entirely. Jules gasped and took several fast, deep breaths. Their gag reflex was good, but even the best had to breathe more than just cock.
“You did so good, Mine.” Raysa stroked their head as Jules gulped down air. “I know that’s not always easy, but you’re doing so well now. How are your arms and legs feeling? Do you need me to let you move around before we continue?”
Jules wiggled their fingers. They felt a little too cold, more than the window should have made them. “Yeah, I think so. Will you take off the blindfold, Mistress?”
“No, Mine. That stays on for now.” Raysa kissed their cheek before turning them around and starting to undo the knots connecting their limbs. “How do you feel about the gravity?” She was starting to undo their hands now.
“I think you're going to drive me insane if this goes on too much longer.” Jules shook their now-free hands, trying to get the blood to flow back into them.
Working on their feet, Raysa asked “what's wrong? Is it the blindfold?”
“Maybe. But I've got this image in my head of you, right before you put it on, your hair was floating, and when you started fucking my throat against the window I could've sworn you were a goddess of fire.” Shaking their feet, they reached out with a hand to where they thought Raysa was.
“What makes you so sure I'm not? Don't you think I'm hot?” Raysa took Jules’ hand and kissed it before massaging their palm. “Besides, I'll have you saying prayers for my cock soon anyway.” Raysa floated around and moved closer to Jules and wrapped her arms around them, spooning them and held them for thirty seconds. “I love you so much, Jules. And I'm proud of you, how well you managed to take my dick.” One hand started to move down their stomach. “Do you think you're ready to keep going?” Raysa's hand reached Jules’ crotch, her hand tickled by their pubic hair and she gently slipped one finger between their legs onto their still-wet vulva.
Jules felt something hard poke them in the back. Hard and hot. Raysa's cock, ready for her to take them again. “I think I can be, Mistress. How do you want me?”
“Give me your arms.” Raysa took them when Jules put their arms behind their back again and tied them together, first tying a knot around their wrists, then tied the same rope in another knot above their elbows. It took a few minutes and a few tries, but eventually Raysa got their arms stuck but comfy. Then, she pulled the rope over their shoulder and under their armpit, and wrapped around the strand in the back. Then, under the other arm and over, and then she tied the rope closing the loop. Jules’ chest was pushed out by the was way Raysa tied their arms and they knew it was intentional. They wondered if she was gonna finish on their chest? It'd be sticky on body hair, but they loved the way it felt, and they knew Raysa enjoyed the way it looked.
“You comfy, Mine?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Jules tested the knots and they were strong but not too tight.
“I'm going to bend you at the waist now.” Raysa put one hand on Jules crotch and pushed them forward from the top of their back. “Bend your legs.” They complied, and Raysa tied each one so it would stay bent. “Good?”
“Yes.”
“Now we're gonna play the guessing game again. Are you going to get to use your mouth now?” Raysa turned the now-completely helpless around and pressed her cock to their lips.
Jules opened their mouth a little and stuck their tongue out to lick the very tip of her dick. “No, I don't think so,” they said, making sure their lips brushed the cockhead right in front of them. “Not after that.”
“Are you sure about that, Mine?”
“Well I was.” It seemed like Raysa started to move lower, but they couldn't be sure.
“So now do you think I'm going to shove my dick in your mouth?” Her voice was getting closer, Jules was almost sure of it.
“Mmm well I wouldn't be upset if you'd finished in my mouth earlier.”
“Well I'm sorry to say you're still wrong, Mine.”
“Then what are --” Jules was cut off mid-sentence by Raysa pressing her lips onto theirs. They didn't just have to stop talking because of the ginger’s lips preventing them from talking, but this kiss shut off their entire thought process. They thought they knew what it felt like to be loved by this woman, the woman to whom they gave ownership of themself, but this kiss showed them that they didn't have a clue.
Jules had lost count of the number of times Raysa kissed them over the hundreds of megaseconds of their time together. All of them were wonderful and beautiful and left Jules longing for more. The ones the couple shared when Jules was tied up, though, were something more. They were like fucking magic. Like fireworks launched into space and sci-fi teleported into their brain to ricochet off the walls of their skull for an eternity.
Every kiss felt like magic and this was no exception. Her soft, full lips pressed against hers. Gently at first, but then they felt her hands on either side of their head, pulling them closer to her. Their lips spread, letting Raysa into their mouth, her tongue greedily searching for theirs, her teeth pulling their lip into her mouth, her hands holding them tight against her.
Raysa wasn't the only person Jules had ever kissed. Yes, she was the person they kissed most often, but that was as much out of convenience as anything else, so they said; they shared a suite on the station, so Raysa was one of the people they saw most often. Yes, Jules loves Raysa, and she them, but both loved others as well. Jules had other lovers and partners, friends on the station and friends they haven't seen in a long time because of their mission on the Lina Stern. Sometimes, Jules and their other lovers had fun with ropes. Sometimes they were more straightforward. Sometimes they slept with several people at the same time. Sometimes Raysa was one of those multiple partners. Sometimes none of them were Raysa. It was a fair assumption that she did the same.
But despite all their lovers, Jules and Raysa always came back to each other. And despite the range of partners and kinks they had, no one ever made love to Jules like Raysa. It was hard to find a partner like her. It was harder to find a lover like her. It was even harder to find a domme like her. A lot of the time, Jules tied up their partner, but they never tied up Raysa. Even with all the ropes and the spanking, Jules never truly felt submissive to anyone but Raysa. More than once, days after a particularly intense scene with her, Jules actually asked Raysa for permission to sleep with someone else. Of course Raysa laughed every time, but Jules could see in her eyes that she wanted them to ask. It was ridiculous, that someone else could have the final say on their partners, but at the time it felt like it was Raysa's right to have a say in it. And even when Jules hadn't just spent dozens of kiloseconds servicing Raysa, the kisses from their new partner were never like Raysa's. Even with the lovers they had known for dozens and dozens of megaseconds, there was never the same feeling they got from Raysa. Whether she kissed them tenderly, like she was then, or kissing them roughly, Jules felt how much Raysa loved them. It was almost enough to push Jules over the edge. Almost, but not quite. Their self control was still there.
She pulled away from the kiss slowly, but it was still too fast for Jules. They weren't ready for the kiss to end, but Mistress was, and so the two moved apart.
“Now I think it's time we moved on, Mine.” Her voice was moving behind them. “What would you guess is going to happen now?”
Jules was still dazed from the kiss. It took them a minute to form a sentence, “You're… you're going to fuck me?” There was a hint of desperation in Jules’ voice. They needed her cock, and soon.
“Very good, mine. How do you think that's going to happen? Am I going to float behind you and grab your ass while I fuck you from behind? Or use your thighs like handles and get to laugh at all the silly faces you make when you cum?” Jules pouted at that.
“Is that why you won't take off this blindfold? So I don't see the weird faces you make when you cum?”
“No, I'm not taking it off now because you're talking back. Don't make me put the gag back on.” Jules' jaw was still sore from the gag. And the deep throating. Mostly the gag. They stopped themself from saying something else to upset Mistress. “And now I think I'm gonna keep you in suspense. Who knows where my dick could end up? Maybe your pirge? Maybe your ear? Who knows?"
“Aural sex went out of fashion a hundred years ago, Raysa.” Putting on the best seductive voice they could in their bound state, “but my pussy never goes out of style.”
“Well maybe I'll bring it back. Could be the best way to deal with a sub who talks back. An ear full of jizz.”
Jules wiggled their rear end. “You know you'd rather cum in almost literally any other orifice.”
“And you think I'm going to choose the one you want me to fill?” She slapped them on the ass harder than they expected, which elicited a yelp. Jules felt hands spread their cheeks apart, then felt a pressure that made them clench some very specific muscles. They still had anal as a hard line; occasionally a small toy was ok, but a cock was too much for them to handle.
“Aww, fine. I guess I don't have a choice then. You won't be able to hear any orders if my dick is in your ear, so I might as well put it… here.” With her last word, Jules felt the pressure of their mistress’ rigidity push inside them, faster than they expected.
Raysa was being a little rougher than usual; did she have a bad shift? Or did she just need more intimate attention between scenes? Jules would have to ask her later; right then they were having a hard time focusing on anything besides the piston that was Raysa, her hands gripping their thighs like a vice as she brought them both closer to an explosive orgasm.
“Ca--can… may I cum, mistress?” Jules stammered, panting and moaning between each word. Even to Jules, their moans were pitifully high pitched, almost squeaks every time Raysa thrust.
"I think you may, Mine. You've been such a good plaything, you deserve a reward. Cum for me, Mine."
And they did.
They tightened the muscles in their pelvic floor and let their lover drive her cock inside her again and again until they exploded around her.
"Good, Mine. Now are you ready for my turn?" Raysa grabbed their thighs, pounding until Jules deliriously nodded and they pulled them close to her and they felt a warmth fill them.
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Later, untied and dried off, the two astronauts floated together, holding each other, looking out onto the starscape of an alien system.
They were both ecstatic, still coming down from the high brought on by their intimacy.
Especially the one covered in bruises.
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Loki. Tame me? I can only begin to imagine all the ways you'd make sure I behave like a good girl.
Oh! I think you'd quite enjoy a "self-care" day. Essentially, it is a day totally dedicated to you and your well-being. You could indulge yourself with a favorite treat, a nice soak in the bath, or some quite time away from the hustle and bustle of your royal duties.
I am more than happy to help facilitate such a day for you, my king. You deserve it! A nice hot bath and some wine, for starters? 😏
Yes, darling, you can only imagine. You seemed to enjoy the reference to my whip earlier. Perhaps that would be a good starting point? I do think you would look lovely restrained atop my bed...
How you would writhe and beg me for more.
This "self-care" day sounds intriguing. I may need you to put one together for me, darling. A nice hot bath and some wine sounds delightful, but only if you join me.
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Thoughts on season 2 episode 4
Okay this episode I feel has a lot worth nothing so im taking notes and transferring them into a post. Apologies if this posts messy this episode had a lot to touch upon.
Worldbuilding
-First lets touch upon world building. This episode presented things that were really inconsistent. Was Andre there go facilitate the divorce? He didn't have paperwork or anything and he didn't know about Striker. If that was why he was there was it some plot to trick Stolas into going somewhere she could kill him. Stolas doesn't appear to go many places or have a job what's stopping Striker from sneaking into his castle? I think this needed more research and set up. Does Stolas have too much security around his castle?
Maybe have Stella mention "apologies brother, I couldn't tell you about Stiker and risk Stolas catching onto my plan by you anticipating him showing up. It takes a lot to get him to go somewhere outside his castle without Blitz or Octavia."
- There is also Andre implies Goetia live forever if not incredibly long by saying "eternity". I think this somewhat contradicts Stolas's need to have an heir when its implied Stolas's family has a habit of dying young last I recalled. Wouldn't there be more urgency for them because the whole point of a precautionary heir was incase Stolas died? Eternity could apply to everyone else, but did they forget the whole point was Stolas might not live as long as everyone else? Or is it that Stolas is now in the clear and doesn't have to worry once Octavia hits 18?
-If goetia live so long what do you mean none have ever behaved this way before? Certainly someone has to. On top of that you would think then that Andre would have an arranged marriage to right?
-If Stolas dies and everything goes to Octaiva, but Stolas hates Stella so much he wouldn't willingly give her anything I would think logically the solution is if Octaiva is under 18 (or maybe 15 because people can get jobs at 16) and Stolas is dead that Stella would have that control until Octavia hits 18 years of age A Series of Unfortunate Events style. So does Stella want Stolas's power or just straight up hate him and want him miserable? Whats the point here? Her plan to get this should've been over the moment they divorced.
-If hellbies shots are things hellhounds need every year on the surface it would make sense it takes so long to book an appointment. However if hellhounds are lower class and seen as so not valuable presumably wouldnt many be too poor to afford one or have people who dont care to book appointments for their hellhounds making it somewhat easier to book one? On top of that if so many hell hounds need and get appointments wouldn't the doctors be more prepared to handle Loona being afraid she far from the strongest if her build tells us anything? In veterinarian clinics if your pets are too scared to have their teeth cleaned, claws trimmed, or bathed, its common practice to sedate them to minimize injury to the doctors and pets. Is it because sloth is the only place with this type of doctors office? Why? (Personally id say maybe make it Hellfever to sound like hayfever? But thats personal taste)
-Why did they try to inject Loona in the neck and then go for the butt? Its common in injecting dogs to my knowledge you do it in the scruff, but if injecting Loona in the butt is fine it brings to question why they tried to go for the neck when it seemed initially that area would've been more reasonable to begin with when she was first pinned.
-Why do hellhounds need a cone for a shot?
Now lets talk characters!
Moxxie
-Blitzø mentions they used to kill other demons and prior i mentioned with S2E3 it would potentially make sense if Moxxie had a problem killing other demons and not humans due to his mom and knowing humans die and go to hell so its not killing in his eyes, but he had no problem killing people in wrath. If they wanted it consistent they shouldve made a joke that Moxxie forgot about the guy he had the gas pump wrapped around the neck of and drove away unknowingly killing him, no explosion or have it a bit delayed so Moxxie doesnt connect the two and have him mention "Huh i feel like I'm forgetting something."
-Why are demons thinking Moxxie stole their hat? Or that hats are their thing? I think this would be funnier if they weren't wearing a hat and presumed Moxxie stole it somehow.
Blitzø
-Speaking of Blitzø I don't find him as funny as they want him to be. Him being mean to a kid would be funnier if the kid seemed intentionally a jerk and not played as a kid who doesn't know better and parrots what his mom is saying. Because of that it seems like any anger directed towards the kid should be towards the mom.
"Reeeeeally cant say that word anymore." You were cool with it until very recently Viv so this just sounds like trying to backpedal when people have been discussing your history of ablesim. It also looks bad that you were fine with him saying that but censoring him calling someone a cunt.
-Why is Stolas being able to be hurt new to Blitzø? This feels like it belonged sooner as episode 2 than Seeing Stars where Blitzø didnt care on part because of the terms they were last on and assumed Stolas was capable of helping himself only to be wrong. On top of that in Seeing Stars they introduced Stolas having limited abilities without his book so it feels like having Seeing Stars first would mean Blitzø should already have been introduced to the concept Stolas is not invincible.
Stolas
-Stolas seems painfully oblivious in this episode. Why didn't he recognize himself as in danger earlier? Striker had angelic rope and tried to shoot him. Wouldn't that indicate he's in danger before Blitzo couldn't arrive? Why didn't he try using his ability to turn people to stone before being captured? If he was scared I could see that maybe he didn't think of it in the moment but even then it doesn't make a lot if sense.
-if breaking Stolas's leg isn't that bad bc Blitzo's been rougher then i think the "harder" joke used by Moxxie would've fit better for Stolas to use than anything. Make it a joke akin to Klaus in umbrella academy where he's stabbed and starts moaning and itd ruining Strikers attempts to torture him so he has a painful drawn out death.
-Why does it matter if Blitzo doesnt say anything when Stolas told him he could visit? It feels like theyre bouncing back and fourth between whether S1E7 had any significance. Stolas was hitting on him in Seeing Stars are we sure this is supposed to come before that?
Striker
- This is the second time we've seen Striker and the disconnect between what he says and what the team says about him is massive. If Strikers talk of hating what the goetia took away from him was all talk to convince Blitzo to turn on Stolas, I didn't follow the logic but might be able to run with it if kept consistent. The fact Striker talks about it to Stolas too doesn't make sense unless true. If they wanted him to be a bigot and embody toxic masculinity it would make more sense if he hated Stolas for divorcing Stella because "that's not how you treat a lady".
-On top of that Stolas pointing out he works for Stella is pointing out their own inconsistencies in my eyes because it highlights that Striker is contradicting his presented motives. If for example it was for money Stolas saying this would insinuate Striker is a hypocrite for being swayed by money to work for a goetia. This would explain it by implying Stolas is trying to make Striker turn on Stella by implying he should go after someone who only cares for money. Im not sure if I'm making sense but they're not presenting a train if thought here.
- Why would he even care about Octavia when he wasn't paid to kill her.
Stella and Andre
- Adding incest feels like a cheap attempt to make Stella more cartoonishly evil to backpedal on Stolas being bad for cheating. It doesn't feel like a planned idea or as though it has significance beyond "ew Andre is attracted to her! Look how bad they are!" And Andre has no other real significance in the episode.
Overall lacks research, the plot doesn't feel like it progresses naturally. I don't see why Loona getting a shot needed its own separate plot outside of to justify Blitzø not being there and it feels like following Blitzø getting her vaccinated just lacked any substance beyond Vivs need to cut away from anything sincere to comedy.
If they wanted Loona to get vaccinated I feel like the better plot to give some significance to it would be Loona not wanting a Hellbies shot but after seeing how much she's hurting Blitzø to avoid it (to a point he gives up) she realizes she needs to try to do it for him because he did go through the effort to book this appointment and look out for her and when she does she either realizes its not that bad or at least has the sense to be remorseful for how she treated him.
I think I touched base with most things. If Viv wants to brag that her episodes were the most liked and throw the rest of her team under the bus she can have fun with that, however to me it looks like she's thrown out her own established character and world building details again and its disappointing.
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FFXIV WRITE 2023; PROMPT 12: DOWDY
When Yumu had agreed to facilitate a meeting between the two estranged Durendaire siblings, she had severely underestimated the sheer amount of attitude the two would throw at each other; she may be one of several siblings herself, but even a family as large as hers was less petty than these two Elezen brothers.
“…For someone of your ‘esteemed’ station, I would have expected a more befitting choice of outfit, Carvallain.”
“And I would have expected someone as worldly as you purport to be would know to dress more appropriately for the climate, Augustiniel. You are starting to sound like Father.”
The younger of the two, Augustiniel, scoffed at the comparison and glared at the former house heir, more than a touch offended. Yumu didn’t know it was possible, but her friend’s grey skin tone turned an ever darker shade when his anger spiked.
She had tried to reason with both of them several times during their conversation, to interrupt with compliments towards both men, only to be completely ignored in favor of continuing their spat. They traded such pointed barbs about each other’s style and appearance that she was getting the impression that they didn’t like each other in the slightest.
After a few more passes of veiled insults, Augustiniel stepped back against the rope bannister of the balcony, arms folded. “….At least you don’t have the smell of a pirate. Bathing at least once a day still, are we? With those minty leaves you like?”
Carvallain’s eyes widened a fraction as he slowly mimicked his brother’s stance, the hard set of his mouth that had been present before softening. “….You remember that? It’s been ages since we lived under the same roof, and you must have been but a boy then.”
“One does not truly forget their dearest loved ones,” Augustiniel murmured, eyes turning away at the admission. “…And you were my favorite.”
Now both Yumu and Carvallain’s brows raised high, neither expecting to hear such honesty. Silence met the words, quiet enough that the honks of local seagulls flying overhead and the yelling of the shiphands down at the docks could be heard clearly.
The elder brother took his time to respond, almost shyly, “…Do you still like your meat smoked to almost black? Strange taste, but they cater to all people down at the Bismarck, and…I just so happen to have a table reserved for the evening. Interested in joining me for dinner?”
There was equal hesitancy in the reply Augustiniel gave back, but his delight at the invitation was obvious in the warmth of his tone, “Aye, I would like little else more than such a thing. I would be honored.”
Yumu thought about reminding the two men that she was still present and might want to come too, thank you very much!, but she didn’t want to ruin their bonding moment. Instead, she took the time to critically observe the two Elezen, making mental notes about their apparent preferences and sizes to later write down and eventually collaborate with her fellow businesswoman on providing both of them with a more contemporary wardrobe.
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