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yestrday · 6 months

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do u have any more crumbs abt crazy, tiny, will scratch and bite me if provoked (kinky....) housewife scara? 🙏 LAWDDD ABOVE, ur writing is too good.

notes: anything for my babygurlll 💪💪

( jealousy, masochism <- reader, sadism <- kuni, slight blood, slight nsfw mentions, mentions of cheating, no one cjeats, possessive behavior )

"... what else do we need? fish, chicken... ah, we ran out of sichuan pepper just yesterday too... hm, i think our rice is running low too. hey, [y. name], run over to the rice section and get us some—" kuni turns to you, and a scowl etches on his features as puts his hands on his hips. "wipe that stupid look off your face, we're in the grocery."

you don't know how being in the grocery is relevant to anything, but you do kind of know about what stupid look he's talking about. maybe he's referring to the way you're slumped on the grocery cart handle, grinning widely with a hand cupping your cheek as you stare all moony-eyed at your pretty husband. straight from the house with a lilac apron on and clutching a hurriedly written grocery list, he was the perfect image of domesticity. your partner, glaring at you right now through those bewitching purple eyes and—

SLAP! "cut. that. out!" kuni growls under his voice, pulling your hair towards his height and looking all menacing like despite the red blush on his cheeks. "you're embarassing me in public!" you stop the slight moan coming from your mouth, as well as the comment to point out his hypocrisy. some onlookers look like they want to interfere, but one look at your heart eyes and blushing face makes them deter at the realization that you're both freaks.

"sorry, sorry~" you coo, bringing him into a hug and nuzzle your face into his neck. though his hands lay limp at his sides, he doesn't squirm and only buries a pout into your skin. "you're just super duper a thousand times cuter today than usual, y'know~ i couldn't help myself!"

"you said that yesterday and the day before that and everyday before that!" kuni grumbles softly. "now i'm starting to wonder if you actually mean it."

you gasp softly, pulling him away by the shoulders and looking into his eyes. "now how can you say that?"you ask, feigning hurt. "you should know how deeply and madly i'm in love with you, right? my darling cute kuni, who makes me lose all rationality whenever i stare at him..."

kuni rolls his eyes at your dramatic confession. "oh, please—"

"... [y. name]?"

an unsure voice cuts him off, and the two of you quickly glance at the wide-eyed man staring at the both of you with a grocery basket hanging off his shoulder. a spark of realization lights up in his eyes when he finally takes a better look at your face, and he grins happily at you. "[y. name]! it really is you! fancy running into you here!"

anyone talking to you should ready themselves for a beating from kuni, who already has a scowl deeply etched on his face, but you quickly step forward before things can escalate. he glances up at you, and he furrows his brow at the relatively normal demeanor you've put up. "kyle!" you grin with a tone that makes kuni bristle. "good to see you here. your girlfriend got you running errands?"

"h-how'd you know?"

you laugh. "just a hunch. from the way she's been ranting to her department about how she does all the chores anyway." you slap a hand to his shoulder. "help your girlfriend out too. sharing chores is quite a great way to bond. why, i'm actually here with my hus... band..."

your voice trails off when you see kuni staring daggers into kyle. you chuckle a bit nervously, afraid that he might materialize an actual dagger out of nowhere (he was in the habit of being a tad murderous). "well, currently not in the best of moods, but my lovely wife's here with me."

thankfully, kyle's not the brightest man, so he's quite unaware of all the homicidal thoughts running around kuni's brain as he offers a respectful bow. "hello, mr. [l. name]! i'm [y. name]'s junior. they've been a great help to me and sadie ever since we entered the company!" he offers out a hand for a good ol' shake, but kuni only sneers at it and hides behind your back. kyle is left dumbfounded, stretching his hand towards air.

"inazumans... don't shake hands," you smile as you make up a reason. you can feel kuni burying himself in your back, his sharp nails digging into your hips as a warning. you try to maintain your composure and suppress the blush on your face. "anyways, we've gotta run. kuni's still got cooking to do!"

"n-no worries, [y. name], i'll see you this monday. a-and..." kyle nervously fidgets with his basket and avoids eye contact with you. "you can come over for dinner after work with us anytime. me and sadie do owe you a lot... really. it's..." kyle's blush deepens and he bites his lip— a nervous habit you're familiar with. "... it's the least we can do."

when kyle dashes off, you and kuni finish the rest of the groceries in silence. that make syou a little nervous, especially since you were half-expecting (awaiting, more like it) for him to just pin you to the nearest wall as soon as kyle was out of the picture. you two load the groceries in your car in silence, all while you give kuni nervous side-glances.

finally settled in the driver's seat, and kuni stormily cross-armed beside you, you try to catch his eye. "kuni...?" you ask in a breathy nervous half-laughter. "what's wrong?"

hyou flinch at how much venom is in his voice and ignore how it's making you feel down there. "someone tried to ask you out in front of me!" his voice is shaking. "and you're gonna have the fucking audacity to ask me what's wrong?!"

"they're just my co-worker, kuni, i promise," you try to soothe him. "it's not like i was gonna take them up on their offer anyway. why would i, when i got y—"

"liar!" you wince as his voice shrills in your ear. "if you weren't planning to, then you should've just turned them down, right in front of me. no, you were planning to, weren't you?" he leans over and jabs a finger into your chest, glaring up at you with those sharp purple eyes. "you were planning on going with them after work, huh? then what?"

"i had no plans, kuni." you try to reach a hand out to stroke his hair, but he quickly grabs it and digs his nails into you. you stare into his eyes. "i promise."

kuni scowls, and you don't even know why you bother. once he gets into this possesisve, irrate mood, nothing can abate him till he lets all the stress out. "liar," he growls, and reaches over and pulls the handle to lay the driver's seat flat.

you fall back with a hard thump, and kuni wastes no time in straddling you in your seat and grabbing you by the collar. "you filthy, fucking liar. how dare you play around with me, your husband, huh? what the hell were you gonna do with them, anyway?! eat dinner, then what? let them fuck that slutty mouth of yours till you go stupid?" he sneers "i know how good you look doing that. i bet everyyy guy and his wife in your office is itching to get a taste of you."

oh. ohhhh. oh gosh, car play? your heart is beating a thousand miles per second, and your blush deepends as kuni's other hand digs into your torso painfully. oh archons. kuni mistakes the blush on your cheeks for something else, and his eyes become positively stormy.

"filthy bitch," he spits, digging even deeper until he draws blood. you whimper in arousal as you feel the familiar warm trickle from your torso. "what, you get off to fantasizing about your whole office fucking you?" you try to shake your head, telling him that it's him making you like this and no one else, but he swoops in to steal a kiss before you can say anything.

it's nothing like the sweet kisses you steal from him when you walk out the front door. it's feral, animalistic. he's biting on your lips till he draws blood and sucking on your tongue until your brain goes numb from the tingling. he lets out a haughty smirk as he pulls away, the trickle of drool connecting your lips till it breaks.

"thaat's better," he sighs, slumping back and getting a good look at your blissed out face. "just a little kiss and you're all fucked out for me just like this.

"just like how it should be."

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #yandere scaramouche #yester.writes #yester.au — househusbands 💍

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avelera · 1 year

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I know that the Gaiman "word of God" on Dream of the Endless's romantic history is, "He has had many more lovers than the ones we see" with regards to Killalla, Alianora, Nada, Calliope, and Thessaly (ugh) and as someone who will absolutely incorporate word-of-god canon , it's the height of hypocrisy to just dismiss this.

And I will accept that probably Dream has had some sexual encounters outside those five canonical relationships, like the implied Lucifer and Titania flings.

But I just can't escape the sense that the whole, "Oh yeah, he's had tons of other lovers like, just loads of them, believe me, the dude is definitely not billions of years old and only had a half dozen romantic encounters all of which ended in tears, that would be crazy, right??" is just more... something a dude would say about their super cool dude character?

Because I personally like to, in this one instance, rigidly stick to canon as we see it on the page. And that canon is: Dream was deeply lonely and never even officially hit a half-dozen long-term lovers in his life and he only married once. He is a divorcee and he is sad and he is lonely and he would love to find someone to be with and be in a relationship and just continuously eluded him. And our evidence for this? The Wake.

We have some of Dream's past lovers show up at the Wake. Bastet specifically notes that they could have been lovers, probably should have been, but it never happened. Titania implies a relationship but won't say anything more and obviously it was not long-lasting romantically speaking, whatever it was.

But basically, if we take the Wake as an on-the-page canonical account of the living beings who were Dream's lovers and who had enough of a connection to actually show up, it's still a depressingly small number for so long a life, for a character who is defined by his romanticism and loneliness. Even if we say, give or take, there might have been a few more, none of those after Nada could be mortal, so we can't just say they're all dead. That means the other immortal lovers either didn't show up or didn't bother to speak. And sure, if there's other immortals in the mix, sure, we could "Doylist" say the comic just doesn't have room for them all but really, to me, the more compelling take is... there just weren't that many for Dream, and that it's deeply sad. Some of it was, yes, his own fault, probably a lot of it. But it's still sad.

And more importantly, it's a more interesting character. Anyone can say their stupidly powerful godlike character who is beautiful and magical and can craft dreams and stories and is this Byronic hero of poetry and darkness is also someone who had a bunch of romantic partners and can definitely hook up with anyone he wants, psshh, obviously but... a character who is all those things and can't get this one major part of their life together to the extent that he's demonstrated to want a loving partner which he is repeatedly shown to want, is just... it's a certain kind of unique for that character and I'm here for it.

#the sandman #sandman meta #dream of the endless #and this is why i ship him with Hob as a soulmate lol #because I'm also a romantic #and I like to believe there is someone out there for him in the most unlikely of places #and by unlikely I mean MOST LIKELY OF PLACES Dream he's YOUR BEST FRIEND #WHAT DO YOU THINK A RELATIONSHIP IS?? EXCEPT A PERSON YOU LIKE TO SPEND TIME WITH THE MOST??#anyway Dream upsets me lol look at his life look at his choices I want to hit him with a baguette

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venussaidso · 8 months

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Rahu Dominant Themes — 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (part 1 of) 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟕

warning ⚠️: movie spoilers

Lord Rudra is an angry manifestation of Shiva who is the god that destroys the universe in order to re-create it. Rudra is the version which emphasizes the destruction of illusions, imperfections, diseases etc. before change can take place. Rudra means "one who eradicates problems from their roots", which rules Ardra, where we see the shadow planet Rahu being at it's potent height. Rahu is always dissatisfied and filled with illusions. With Rudra here, we see the strong conviction to break all things illusory, that are a stain or disease. Ardra, being Gemini and Rahu together, chooses to face the cold, harsh truth by deconstructing it (Mercury). There comes an intense anger and urge to destroy the root of all problems.

The best piece of media by far to embody the potency of Ardra, especially Rudra, is MR. ROBOT.

Ardra is quite contradictory, as it aims to expose truth by ruthlessly shining light on it ("control is an illusion") and therefore breaking the illusion, despite literally being ruled by the most illusory planet, Rahu. Rami Malek is an Ardra Ascendent and in the series Mr. Robot, he plays a cybersecurity engineer who uses his rare intelligence (Gemini/Mercury) to take down an evil conglomerate that controls the world & gets away with terrible world crimes that are swept under the rug. The Ardra character is already established as not a truth seeker, but someone who is already aware of everything and has been long disillusioned. The other important main characters also seem to be played by Rudra influenced actors which I found so incredible. These key characters show different dysfunctional aspects of society, almost critiquing them. Though Rudra is more potent through Ardra, Rudra has incarnated in different forms. Aja Ekapanda, Ahir Bhudhanya - Purva Bhadrapada, Uttara Bhadrapada. And Goddess Kali has associations with Rudra, and it rules the nakshatra Mula - which forms the axis with Ardra (being Sagittarius-Gemini). All the Rudra nakshatras are scattered across the main cast of Mr. Robot.

Another similar piece of media that is linked with Ardra and anarchist/political themes that expose heavy truths of society and elite powers of the world is the film V FOR VENDETTA, which leans more into anti-fascism. Starring an Ardra native.

Ardra faces the reality of things that is usually harsh and too overwhelming for others to bare, the kind of truth that is often not thought of. The series The Boys shows what would realistically happen if superheroes were a thing — none of that Marvel sugarcoating shit. Just like Rami Malek's character in Mr. Robot, the character Billy Butcher played by Karl Urban is already established as one who knows the harsh reality of superheroes (being monsters and corporate puppets) and is portrayed as an angry, disgruntled, dissatisfied person. And of course there is Rahu/Ardra influence.

Ardra is not always about dethroning corrupt powers. It can simply manifest into meaningless chaos, purposeless anarchy as seen in Heath Ledger's Joker who only makes chaos to prove the hypocrisy in people and society. This critical nature is always within Ardra, no matter how chaotic and senseless it manifests.

Yes he's an Ardra Moon.

It's always interesting how nakshatras with the same planetary rulership can share the same themes, despite the differences in their ruling deities. The film, Joker (2019), criticizes how society treats its ostracized members. And the character Arthur Fleck, being played by Swati Sun Joaquin Phoenix, unintentionally (and unknowingly) drives pure anarchy in the streets. Becoming the face of a movement spawned around him, called 'Jokerism'. And these masks, just like in MR. ROBOT (fsociety), V For VENDETTA, make the symbol of the movement.

I also find it interesting that Zoro is a masked vigilante who fights against the injustice and victimization of the lower class and indigenous people. Shatabhisha can act as a saviour in this case, more than what is seen from Ardra and Swati.

The character Hobie Brown being voiced by Shatabhisha Sun Daniel Kaluuya in the new Spiderverse film. Interesting enough, Shatabhisha being Aquarius can also have chaotic, rebellious and even anarchist tendencies. Aquarius emphasizes individualism, roots for the underdog and can absolutely despise authority – especially the corrupt kind (but mostly it's fuck all authority).

The nakshatra also being co-ruled by Rahu, they can see through illusions and have a simple yet realistic approach to things (Saturn). There is defiance there in Shatabhisha, but rarely ever as erratic or angry as Ardra. In fact, Shatabhisha is more on what's morally right and wrong compared to Ardra where a dualistic nature is conveyed. Shatabhisha has a tougher framework, can be very virtuous.

Shatabhisha is ruled by the deity Lord Varuna who is the personification of divine authority and moral law. The theme of authority can manifest in several ways for Shatabhisha. Rebellion against authority can go to the extreme ends of violence and unlawfulness. Or it can go into activism. Critiquing the many issues in the world that are glaringly wrong and unfair (what the modern internet now calls 'wokeism'). Themes of rebellion or exposure in a political and societal context can be linked with Swati. This can somewhat be seen in the following medias:

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢:

#ardra #rahu #gemini #uttara bhadrapada #purva bhadrapada #mula #swati #libra #shatabhisha #aquarius #vedic astrology #sidereal astrology #vedic observations #sidereal observations #nakshatra series

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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in case you’re still doing the smut prompts, i’d be very stoked to read something with nr. 8!! hope you’re having a wonderful day.☺️🌟

into it.

author's note: as you all know by now, i rely heavily on music for inspiration so here's my muse for this request. consider this my present to all of you. happy holidays besties. warning: smut under the cut.

The walls of the Summer Palace shook as you slammed the door with so much force that the entire thing threatened to come off the steel hinges. You were fuming, chest heaving and eyes blazing as you whirled around to face the source of your anger.

“How dare you interfere with my mission?” you huff with indignation, staring up at the cold, stoic expression of the shadowsinger.

Azriel was entirely unmoved by the outburst and it only served to infuriate you further. You’d both been assigned by Rhysand to repair the tenuous alliance between the Night Court and the Summer Court and you were doing a damned good job of charming Tarquin back to your side before Azriel rudely interrupted your lunch with the High Lord.

“It’s our mission. Not yours.” Azriel says coolly, his golden gaze sweeping over you with indifference.

“Funny because it seems like I’m the only one doing the work,” you bite back.

A flash of anger marred Azriel’s otherwise neutral expression, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He straightened to his full height causing the Illyrian warrior to tower a good foot over you as his large, dark wings flared across his back.

“I’d hardly call throwing yourself at Tarquin work.”

You scoffed at the utter hypocrisy of his accusation. “Oh please, like you weren’t out there shamelessly flirting with Cresseida. Are you so unaware of the irony of such a statement or are you truly so blinded by your arrogant misogyny that you fail to see that we are doing the exact same thing?”

Azriel seethed, stalking towards you in three smooth strides. The shadowsinger stepped directly into a beam of sunlight streaming through the open window, his tall, muscled form completely overshadowing your own. You supposed you should've felt intimidated, but as you looked up at his cruel, handsome face, all you felt was pure adrenaline.

In a way that you knew infuriated him, your gaze flickered down to the soles of Azriel’s boots, dragging your eyes to the breezy riding pants that hugged his powerful thighs and toned ass, all the way up to the white, billowing shirt that was left unbuttoned, revealing the sprawling tattoos inked upon his golden brown skin. The fabric did nothing to hide the toned physique hiding underneath and the sculpted planes of his abs peeked through the thin material. He held your stare as you slowly made the ascent to his irritatingly handsome face, never balking as you took in the razor sharp jawline, the full, sensual lips, the strong brows and the fluttering eyelashes that kissed the tops of his perfectly sculpted cheekbones.

Azriel released a frustrated sigh, his breath disturbing the inky dark locks falling over the brightest shade of hazel eyes you’ve ever seen.

“It’s not the same.” He gritted out, taking a step closer towards you. “I didn’t smile at Cresseida.”

You paused, blinking up at the shadowsinger. He clenched his jaw and glowered down at you. The most expressive you’ve ever seen him in all your years of knowing one another.

“Are you honestly that much of an asshole that any display of happiness I exhibit would infuriate you this much?”

Azriel’s laugh was mirthless and devoid of humor. “Are you honestly that clueless as to why that would bother me?”

The words barely registered as your temper got the best of you. Lifting a defiant chin up at the shadowsinger, you dared to poke his chest.

“I’m not fucking clueless.”

Azriel wrapped his fingers around your wrist. Something dangerous and lethal flashed through his eyes. “Yell at me again and I’ll give you a reason to scream.”

There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your mind as your gaze flickered to the grim line of his mouth. Azriel snarled as you inhaled a sharp breath.

Perhaps you’d truly lost your sanity because against all sense and logic, you found yourself baiting the shadowsinger.

“What are you going to do, Azriel? Punish me?”

Azriel backed you up against the wall, his hands coming down on either side of your head as he caged you in. Your heart was beating so loudly that you could practically hear its erratic rhythm echoing in your ears.

“Is that what you want? For me to fuck the brat right out of you?”

Cauldron fucking fry you. The tension was palpable between you and Azriel, permeating in the air and practically suffocating you with the heady sense of lust and desire.

You’ve never been more aroused in your life.

Azriel could sense it in the flush spreading through your chest, the color tinging your cheeks with a rosy flush. You looked so fucking irresistible, but he wasn’t done toying with you. He knew you wanted this, wanted him, but he needed to hear it come out of your pretty little mouth.

His fingers curved around your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his burning gaze. “It is, isn’t it? Does the thought of me keep you up at night?”

Your eyes fluttered close as his other hand fisted the hem of your dress. His rough, calloused fingers skittered over your leg as he pressed his erection against your midsection. You hissed in response as he hoisted you up, pressing your back against the cold cement.

“I bet you’ve thought about this exact moment with your hands between your legs. Tell me sweetheart, do you touch yourself and wish it were my fingers getting you off instead?”

Despite how accurate he was, you weren’t about to give Azriel the satisfaction. “Don’t flatter yourself, shadowsinger. If the thought of you ever crosses my mind, it’s because you infuriate me like no other. Never in my immortal life have I ever met such a stubborn, hard headed male."

“But you want me just as badly as I want you.”

You huff in indignation, but there was no denying your arousal. It was so potent you were sure Azriel could scent it.

With your pride on the line, you pivoted back to the anger you’d felt only moments ago. “Where do you get off making these assumptions? The absolute fucking audacity—“

Azriel chuckles darkly. “Oh?” His lips skate over the hollow of your throat as you swallow thickly. “So if I were to touch you right now, I wouldn’t find your panties absolutely soaked?”

“No,” you breathed. “Because I’m not wearing any.”

“Fuck,” was all Azriel managed to say before his lips collided with yours.

There was nothing sweet about the kiss. It was rough and punishing, full of need and desperation as his lips melded against yours. Azriel hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his trim waist as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers twine in his hair, tilting his head up towards you while he nipped at your bottom lip. His tongue begged for entrance and you gladly obliged him, moaning into his mouth as he explored every inch of you. Azriel absolutely fucking lost it.

The shadowsinger squeezed your backside and hoisted you up, his kisses skirting over your neck, down to your throat, and into the little crevice of your collarbone. His name fell from your lips like a prayer.

Azriel was a full and complete sentence.

“Keep moaning my name like that and I won’t be able to resist the temptation to fuck you right against this wall.”

You nipped at his earlobe, eliciting a string of curses out of the shadowsinger. “So do it.”

Perhaps it was foolish to challenge Azriel, but you couldn’t fucking help it. You wanted him so badly that every second that he wasn’t inside of you felt excruciating.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Azriel’s silky voice caressed your ears and sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

“You were right. I do think about you. All the fucking time. I get off on the thought of you touching me, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing.” Azriel growls into your neck, sucking harshly at the base of your throat and marking his claim on your skin. “I want you, Azriel. So fucking badly that it hurts.”

“Then take me, sweetheart.”

With those four words, your pride completely disintegrated. You tugged at the front of his trousers, pulling them down hastily while Azriel groaned into your mouth. His cock sprang free from the constraints of the fabric and you licked your lips at the sheer size of him. He was long and thick, so much so that your brain couldn’t quite calculate how you’d take all of him.

But you’d damn well try.

A growl ripped through the shadowsinger’s chest as you gripped his shaft, flicking your thumb over his tip and spreading the bead of precum over his sensitive head. Azriel rested his head on the crook of your shoulder, his hot pants sweeping through your skin.

“Save the teasing for later, baby. I need to be inside of you. Now.”

You whimper in anticipation, watching as the shadowsinger hoisted you over his cock. You braced your hands on his shoulders as he eased the tip in, gasping as you felt his length stretch your walls. Azriel cupped your cheek, brushing the tears from the corner of your eye as he allowed you to acclimate yourself to the pain and pleasure.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers softly. The tone of his voice soothes the sting as his golden gaze locks onto your face. Azriel presses his forehead against yours, kissing you so gently as though he were afraid of hurting you. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good, taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

Holy gods. You were so overcome with pleasure that you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. You took every inch of Azriel’s cock, your pussy hugging around him so tightly that it was a wonder how he didn’t come right then and there.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight. Feels like fucking heaven, baby.”

You groaned in response, greedily latching your lips onto his collarbone. “Az, please. Wanna feel you.”

“Use your words, angel. What is it that you want?”

There wasn’t a single ounce of shame left within you as you faced the shadowsinger and traced his bottom lip with your thumb. “I want you to fuck me, Azriel. Rough. Hard. Show me how badly you want me.”

“You fucking kill me when you say things like that.”

Azriel doesn’t give you a chance to respond before his mouth is on yours again. He grips the tops of your thighs, pulling his cock out of your pussy before slamming it in all the way. You cried out in ecstasy, clawing at his back to keep you steady, careful not to disturb the beautiful wings at his back.

The shadowsinger thrusts at a steady, relentless pace, drawing out your pleasure, making you writhe and cry and moan all at once. You couldn’t tell where you ended and where Azriel began. The two of you were fused together and the entire thing felt like an out of body experience. At one point you could’ve sworn you were watching yourself getting absolutely railed against the wall while clinging onto Azriel for dear life.

You were entirely shameless as you licked, nipped, and sucked at the expanse of golden brown skin that your lips had access to. Azriel fucked into you and you rolled your hips in tandem as that wicked tongue of his slipped past the seam of your lips and flicked against yours. You sucked hard, fighting for dominance as the shadowsinger moaned into your mouth.

When your fingers grazed the sensitive membrane of his wings, Azriel bucked against you and released a string of curses that would’ve made a sailor blush.

“Fucking hell,” Azriel choked. “I can’t—gods, you feel too fucking good.”

“Don’t stop, Az.” You plead, rolling your hips to take more of him. “I’m so close.” Azriel responds by rutting into you, hitting that sweet spot that had you seeing stars. “Gods, right there. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Azriel could feel you clenching around him. It felt divine, the ironclad grip you had on his cock, hugging snugly around him until he was practically melting into your hands was nothing like he’s ever felt before. He squeezed your ass, angling his hips just right so that his tip touched that sweet spot within your walls over and over again.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart.”

When his thumb flicked over your clit, you completely lost it. The orgasm was mind-shattering, rocking through your entire body like an earthquake as you buried your head in Azriel’s shoulder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he thrust hard and fast, moaning your name repeatedly as you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you.

“Holy gods,” Azriel breathed. “Fuck me—”

Those dark, powerful wings of his flared behind him as he came, hard and fast, the orgasm barreling through him like the rushing wind when he took flight. He crumpled to the floor, taking you with him as you both collapsed from the effort. Azriel’s chest rose and fell as you held him against you, the both of you feeling absolutely fucked out and blissful. You toyed with his soft, raven hair, cradling him in your arms as his eyes fluttered open. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen and you decided that it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

Azriel blinked up at you, his hazel eyes shimmering like honey in the light. He appraised you in silence, gently tucking a stray dark lock behind your ear. The intensity of his gaze awakened butterflies in your stomach.

“What?” you asked softly, much to the shadowsinger’s pleasure.

“Nothing,” he says with a slight grin. “You’re just so beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. Azriel felt like someone had taken a fist to his stomach. You were so fucking breathtaking that it was almost unfair.

He traced your lips, his mind committing the sight of your genuine smile into his memory. “Gods, do that again.”

You grinned. An actual, genuine grin. “I’m just smiling.”

“I know,” Azriel says. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Despite the fact that he’d given you the best orgasm of your life just moments ago, the compliment makes you blush. “And to think, all you had to do to see it was to piss me off beyond belief.”

The shadowsinger beamed. He took your hand in his, brushing his lips over the tops of your knuckles. “It was worth it.”

“Because I finally admitted that I’ve wanted you all along?”

“Because you smiled for me.”

#AHHHHHHHH #here's me screaming into the void #azriel smut #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel/reader

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Ready for my hot take?

The Last Airbender (2010) was ultimately a force for good.

It was a terrible, terrible movie. Adapted from a very popular show.

ATLA was at the height of its fandom. And it was a toxic fandom. Ship wars and mocking each other and general anger were pretty hard to avoid, even when carefully curating your fandom experience.

And then this very bad movie came out and we all had a common enemy.

No, my point is not that the movie temporarily united a divided fandom against a common enemy, though it did do that. And I think that helped.

My point is everyone agreed the movie was bad.

And fandom’s favorite thing to do, then and now, is to morally justify their taste.

Not just fandom. Critics. Analysts. We love to pretend there is a deep meaningful truth underneath what we do and don’t like. (There isn’t, but that’s okay).

The fight against the whitewashed casting was the first time many people had heard of the history whitewashing in Hollywood. The campaign against it gained mainstream press coverage.

But in a kind of, “Are these criticisms right? Is Hollywood racist? Or do they just hate fun? You decide!” way.

As someone going “uh, this is super racist”, it was both frustrating and eye-opening to learn how not mainstream that take was.

Before the movie came out, arguments about the whitewashing were heated and divided. Who says these characters have to be Asian? Maybe they just cast the best actors! Why does everything have to be about race? I had these conversations both online and in person.

But then people actually saw the movie and it sucked.

And they were pissed off about it. They felt a moral outrage at how badly their beloved show had been adapted.

But that’s a subjective moral outrage. After all, how bad of a crime is making a bad movie, really? But racism? That’s a real moral failure. One you can point to to buoy the opinion you already want to have.

After the movie came out, people defending its whitewashing basically disappeared. It was fun to dunk on the movie, and no one wanted to defend it any more anyway. The irony of things like it butchering the pronunciation of Aang’s name under the guise of “authenticity” while casting a little white boy to play what is clearly a Tibetan Monk was just too delicious a hypocrisy to lay at its feet.

Basically, accepting that the characters were Asian and Indigenous, and that it’s bad to cast white actors to play characters of color, was thrust into more popularity by the movies other failures.

People who hadn’t been privy to these conversations before the movie came out went to see this movie, had a terrible time, and were predisposed to accept criticism of it. So they were fully in a perfect mood to be given a lesson in Racism and Representation 101. And public consciousness spiked.

The organized effort to move the needle of popular discussion around casting in Hollywood would likely have actually been stymied if the movie had been good cinema. People would not have wanted to hear legitimate criticism of that really good movie they just saw.

Obviously the best outcome would have been both a good movie and an appropriate cast for said movie. A blockbuster action adventure family film led by an entirely poc cast that was critically acclaimed good entertainment in 2010 would have been incredible.

But that was probably never likely. Let’s be honest, sticking the landing on that adaptation was always going to be tricky (though I certainly never expected it to be THAT bad). And if it had been a flop and had an Asian cast, the 2010 media analysts would’ve blamed the casting.

So all things considered, the outcome we got was probably one of the better ones? If you do racist casting, then being a catastrophic failure on every other level is probably for the best. Then we can blame the failure on the racism, and Hollywood can seriously sit back and ask itself, “should we… at least talk about… being less racist? Maybe?”

And then they go on to whitewash a bunch more movies, but at least going “dude that sucks” is a way more mainstream response afterwards.

#timemachine wuz here #atla #avatar the last airbender #the last airbender

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Oh! Islam, Palestine made me addicted to you !!!

When Prince Charles was asked about Islam he replied 👇 And when Tony Blair, Ex PM of British's sister-in-law, a reverted Muslim was asked how to behave in this situation of Palestine Holocaust she replied so wisely 👇

Below is the Al Jazeera's Press Reporter, Wael Al-Dahdouh, who lost every one of his family and relatives, lastly his own son who was a reporter too and this is what he said, “Nothing hurts more than the pain of losing someone you hold dearly close to your heart. This is our destiny, our choice in this land, and we must accept it, whatever it is, as we continue, we bid farewell to our loved ones but what can we say. For Hamza and all the martyrs we will honour the vow, we will continue on the same road, we watered the land with our blood, but we will not stop, we might feel pain, we might suffer & nothing is more painful than losing your oldest son the soul of your soul. We are saturated with humanity, and our enemy is saturated with death and grudge, what moves us is humanity, and what moves our enemies is hatred.” 👌 Alhamdulillah.

We are at a height of the hypocrisy, barbarism & a culture of fascism:

#islam #human rights #palestine genocide #justice for palestine #usa #israel is a terrorist state #israel terrorist #israel #britain #global citizenship

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zvaigzdelasas · 4 months

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Mariusz Kaminski and Maciej Wasik were sentenced to two years' jail last month for abuse of power when they led an anti-corruption office in 2007.[...]

The men, who were elected PiS MPs in October, refused to recognise last month's court decision because President Andrzej Duda, a PiS ally, pardoned them for the crime in 2015. Mr Duda has also said he does not recognise the court's ruling because he insists his pardon remains valid.

The pair have been stripped of their parliamentary mandates, but both they and President Duda insist they remain legally elected MPs because of the pardon.

On Monday evening, the court issued a warrant to police to detain the men. Despite this, Mr Duda invited both to Warsaw's Presidential Palace on Tuesday morning to attend a ceremony to swear in two of their former colleagues as presidential advisers.

Several hours later, they emerged from the palace to speak briefly to reporters, all the while remaining inside its grounds. Mr Kaminski said they will be "political prisoners" if they are arrested and thanked Mr Duda for his support.

"We are dealing with a very serious state crisis. A grim dictatorship is being created," Mr Kaminski said. They then returned inside the palace as the political theatre unfolded.

Moments later, Prime Minister Donald Tusk told a news conference the situation was "unbelievable". He said the court's ruling must be respected and suggested President Duda was helping the men evade justice.[...]

Following the arrests, several hundred PiS supporters demonstrated outside the palace in support of the men.[...]

Mr Tusk's coalition took office last month pledging to undo PiS's changes to the judiciary, public media, and civil service that the European Commission and many other international bodies say have undermined the rule of law in Poland. One of its first acts was to reform the state TV, radio and news agency that PiS had transformed into a propaganda mouthpiece for its government.

But its methods were similar to PiS's, first using a government minister to sack media boards and install new people ahead of planned legislative reform.[...]

Former PiS prime minister Mateusz Morawiecki told the BBC Mr Tusk's government talked loudly about democratic standards but fell well short in practice.

"We are witnessing an unprecedented attack on the rule of law. Tusk's government decided it could take over public television and media by force. This has nothing to do with democratic standards. We have not seen such brutal government action since communism. It is all the more outrageous that this is done by people who have such slogans of democracy on their lips," Mr Morawiecki said.

Given PiS's record of controlling state institutions while in office, many Tusk supporters argue such accusations are the height of hypocrisy.

Welcome to Modern Polish Politics, where Liberals accuse other Liberals of being Communists [9 Jan 24]

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Vinnie has never hidden his troubled past from Georgina, nor the fact that he has spent time in jail. She doesn’t know why he went to jail, nor does she want to know. What she does know is that if he didn’t have a criminal record he wouldn’t have faced discrimination looking for a job, and he wouldn’t have been forced to work at The Pink Pony. And if he hadn't been working as Crystal's driver that fateful night their paths would never have crossed. So for that reason she's actually grateful he went to jail, she would never have met him otherwise! And why should it make a speck of difference to their marriage plans if he’s an ex-con, anyway? Georgina feels her face growing hot with the injustice of it all! What business is it of anybody’s? The only person it affects is her, and she has chosen Vinnie to be her life-partner, and nobody but her should be allowed to question that choice! Let alone this pasty-faced public servant!

"This is so unfair!" Georgina says to the girl, her voice vibrating with righteous indignation. "Vinnie is the most beautiful, caring, loving man I have ever met, and to judge him for some youthful indiscretions is the height of hypocrisy! We all have things in our past that we regret! We've all made mistakes. The only difference is that Vinnie happened to go to jail for his mistakes! But he's paid his debt to society, and he should be allowed to live a normal life that's free of judgement and prejudice! He doesn't need to be punished again. It's a violation of his basic human dignity! And furthermore, you have absolutely no right to deny us a marriage licence based on the fact that he has a criminal conviction!"

The girl raises her eyebrows and looks at Vinnie with renewed interest. Vinnie glowers and a rumbling sound seems to come from deep within his core. The girl quickly turns her attention back to Georgina.

“That's correct,” she says. “We don't have the right to deny someone a marriage licence if they have a criminal conviction."

Georgina stares back at her, her face blank with incomprehension.

“However, we do have the right to deny a marriage licence if one or both of the applicants has any unpaid fines,” she says. “And it appears that you, Ms Goddard, have a number of unpaid parking fines totalling §817, including interest. Would you like to pay those now?”

“P-parking fines?” says Georgina. “Oh. Okay. So....you can give us the marriage licence if I pay the fines?”

“Yes,” says the girl. “We accept cash or card.”

“Card, thank you!" says Georgina brightly.

#Georgina #Vinnie #Vigina #Elope to Isla Paradiso #5 years later

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something that's caught my attention in the days since ttpd dropped is how much i'm seeing these long analyses of songs and music videos from non-gaylor fans meant to 'figure out' which man the songs are about. it's interesting because for so long the standard lines for non-gaylor fans have been that she doesn't put easter eggs or clues about her personal life in her music, it's disrespectful to speculate on her private life, etc etc. we started to see some of it with midnights but it does feel that it's reached new heights on this album. combined with the anger with her fans for criticising who she's with and her personal life she's written about, it does make me wonder if it's to some degree intentional - either highlighting the hypocrisy of these fans if she ever does reveal more of her truth, or even just to even the metaphorical score between gaylors and non in the public perception and opinion of her fans.

yes i know exactly what you mean

i’m seeing patterns of deduction that i feel true kinship with, even if the conclusion being drawn are ridiculous to me 😆

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“Good Tuesday morning Ms Katie!”

I so love hearing from you and love you letting me ramble and babble as we “old gals can”. I don’t know it that is just a God given gift to help us not forget too much and become so “repetitive”. My greatest love 1st of all is “my walk with my Lord God!”. That is, in my heart and soul, the most important relationship there is. Next is my God blessed given family and my God blessed given best and close friends. Those we have to develop always to keep. From seeking God’s heart to embracing the closest friendships. On my own, I am weak and stubble, that is where all of the above becomes so cherished and needed. God is always there but some times others choose to get closer and some choose to fade away. Today as I was studying and reading King David’s Psalm 51 I couldn’t help be believe that he wrote that with me in mind, although I know that he wrote that after Nathan approached him about his relationship and sin with Bathsheba. But I do believe that my God had me in mind nonetheless as if broke David’s heart to pen it. It just so speaks to me, especially from verse5 as I was conceived by my mother and father out of wedlock and later given up to adoption. God’s hand at work and I so understand “being adopted” not only by my adoptive parents, they became my real parents, but also “adopted by God”, my real Abba Father with Jesus being my Big Brother and Lord and being sealed in God Holy Spirit. And my womanhood is also a God-blessed gift to my heart and soul. It does not matter what man sees; it only matters what God sees in our hearts and souls. Oh, forgive me Katie, I’m rambling and babbling here as always! Heather Caroling H.

Please don't apologise, Heather. I think people like us can create problems for God-fearing men and women. God is love, and His love is unconditional. Although it is not a licence to sin, anyone placing their trust in His son, Jesus, genuinely confessing their sins can and will receive His forgiveness. The Apostle Paul wrote:

"For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. [Romans 8 vv38-39 NKJV]

There are those who would (and do!) point fingers at people like you and I, calling us names and accusing us of all kinds of things. But even there, Jesus has a word for them!

He was addressing a crowd that brought a woman caught in adultery before him. The religious leaders were asking Jesus whether she should be stoned according to the law of Moses. Jesus responded:

“Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.” [John 8 v7 NKJV]

If God hates anything, He hates hypocrisy!

#just a girl #night and day

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Filk Broken Telephone 2023

We highly recommend listening to these by starting with the first work in each chain and going in order!

Chain 1

[Filk] Exy Swing (All For The Game - Nora Sakavic) written and performed by Ceewelsh Summary: [Filk] Neil considers Riko

More Than a Dream [Filk] (天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written and performed by esbielle Summary: A song that could work as an epilogue for the whole novel.

[Pod_together Broken Telephone Filk 2023] This Bitter Earth (Burial Mounds Edition) (陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, Original Work) written and performed by Mangacat Summary: "This Bitter Earth - Oh, how it stares at me" To the Tune of 'On the Nature of Daylight / This Bitter Earth'

[Filk] Not Your Grave (Supernatural (TV 2005)) written and performed by TheArcher Summary: Song from Castiel to Dean, telling him to survive, set to Such Great Heights.

Chain 2

[Filk] Dreams (Danny Phantom) written and performed by legonerd

[Filk] Ghosts (山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021)) written and performed by irrationalpie Summary: Wen Kexing sings about revenge (mostly). Set early in canon, when he's plotting to sow chaos and expose hypocrisy by getting the self-proclaimed heroes of the Five Lakes Alliance to kill each other infighting over the Glazed Armor

The Loric Who Remain [lyrics and audio] (The Lorien Legacies - Pittacus Lore) written and performed by farkenshnoffingottom Summary: John's POV from I Am Number Four, set to the tune of All Time Low's "The Reckless and the Brave"

As the tides wash away all hint of facade (Our Flag Means Death (TV)) written and performed by Elle_dubs Summary: Stede & Ed are feeling things ... differently at the end of Season 1.

Chain 3

The Night it calls my name (No Fandom) written and performed by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid Summary: a filk about vampires set to Ingrid Michaelson's the chain

[Filk] Gratitude (Thai Actor RPF) written and performed by Wereflamingo Summary: Joong is getting lost between fiction and reality. A filk to the tune of Dum Dum by Jeff Satur, written and recorded for Filk Broken Telephone 2023.

[filk] choosing time (The Ultimatum: Queer Love (TV)) written and performed by olive2read Summary: an ode to the messiest lesbians on reality tv

Poison & Win (?) (This is How You Lose the Time War - Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone) written by wilfriede0815, performed by SerenaEW and wilfriede0815 Summary: A filk about the poisoned final letter to Blue from Red.

(I Want To Be) Part of Your World (Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston) written and performed by bluegeekEM Summary: An Alex/Henry, enemies-to-lovers filk set to “Part of Your World” from The Little Mermaid.

Chain 4

The Night it calls my name (No Fandom) written and performed by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid Summary: a filk about vampires set to Ingrid Michaelson's the chain

[filk] In Whitby (Dracula & Related Fandoms, Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897)) written and performed by ArtemisTheHuntress Summary: A song about something haunting the idyllic seaside town of Whitby.

m (dragon) e (No Fandom) written and performed by minnabird Summary: Infinite Escher mirrors Reflect familiar eyes There is no monster, it's just my heart Dark night of the soul It's here -- A M◐◑N palace filk written and recorded for Pod_Together 2023, for narrative group 4

Whatever Mama Wants (Fandom - Fandom) written and performed by mahons_ondine Summary: A filk broken telephone production--a little villain song!

[Filk] This World is Mine! (Phantom: The American Musical Sensation - Yeston/Kopit, Le Fantôme de l'Opéra | Phantom of the Opera & Related Fandoms) written and performed by SerenaEW Summary: What if Carlotta strived for world domination? Crack-ish filk.

#filk #all for the game #tian guan ci fu #the untamed #supernatural #danny phantom #word of honor #the lorien legacies #our flag means death #thai actor rpf #the ultimatum queer love #this is how you lose the time war #red white and royal blue #dracula

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Past Cazador's prison cells and through a door labeled "Crypt Gate", we find... this.

"Holy hells," Hector mumbles as they proceed down the enormous stairway leading through the crypt. The room is enormous, a giant cavern of a place, full of hanging cages and ornate gilded stonework. It would have taken decades, centuries, to build such a place. And to make use of all these cages...

At the middle of the room, suspended with abyss both above and below, stands an equally enormous platform. Seven alcoves marked with obsidian columns line its edges; six of them are filled, each with a vampire spawn suspended in midair. Several of the same werewolf creatures they fought in the ballroom pace the platform with agitation...

...and Cazador stands at the center of it all.

Hector feels a strange sort of cold hate prickle through him. Everything about this situation is terrible, particularly the tangled, twisted complexities surrounding the fate of the spawn in those jail cells. But Cazador's fate is the sharp clear line that he can follow with ease. Whatever else will happen, that man cannot be allowed to live. That, at least, is certainty.

He looks back towards Astarion, gestures the other man to walk forward with him.

Cazador rounds on them as they approach. He completely ignores Hector, his eyes locking onto Astarion at once with a hunger that has nothing to do with blood and everything to do with power.

"Who stands before us?" he cries. His voice is high, keening, like a wolf's howl. "Is this truly our prodigal son."

Astarion is looking at him with abject hatred - but involuntarily, from habit or from fear, his shoulders hunch up, his head ducking so he is looking up at the vampire lord from under hooded brows. Hector remembers him taking the same involuntary stance before Oblodra back at Moonrise Towers - the automatic submission born of centuries of torment.

Cazador recognizes it too, and smirks. "Do not slouch before me, boy!" he snaps mockingly. "Have you no respect for yourself?"

His fingers tap restlessly along the shaft of the ornate staff he holds in one hand. "Look at you," he goes on, disdainful. "Crawling back after abandoning your family. You should be begging our forgiveness."

The cold cruelty inherent in these words - when Cazador is responsible for all the misery Astarion and so many others have gone through - stings Hector like a slap. How dare you, he thinks with disgust.

But he remains still. As with so many other confrontations that he has witnessed in their journeys... this is not his fight to direct. And this is, perhaps, more important than it was with any of the others, even Shadowheart -- because Astarion has been taught for so long that he had no control. For Hector to deny him that now would be the height of hypocrisy.

Keep back. Do not intervene.

"Forgiveness?" Astarion cries. "You've never forgiven anything. Every mistake, every slip, was punished!"

"I strove for perfection in all things," Cazador returns primly. "Even those as imperfect as you. A pity you amounted to so little, despite my efforts."

"No." Astarion's voice goes hard. His fists are clenched and his eyes unblinking. "No. Fuck you. And fuck everything you've ever done to me."

Damn right, Hector thinks. Slowly, casually, he shifts his weight onto the balls of his feet. It's only a matter of time before this comes to violence.

Say nothing.

Cazador laughs sharply. "I suspected you would return to me changed," he taunts. "Never did I imagine you would be so wretched." He takes a step towards Astarion, spreading his arms in a mocking welcome. "Oh, thankless child. Did I not bless you with our immortal gift? Did I not make you what you are?!"

Every word is stabbing into Astarion like a knife, and the rage is building in him until finally it can't be contained. "You son of a bitch!" he howls, and hurls himself at Cazador, one fist coming up, ready to strike--

Red light bursts from the base of Cazador's staff, enveloping the two of them, and Astarion cries out as he is frozen into place, his movement arrested into stillness in the space of a blink.

"You truly forgot my power." Cazador clicks his tongue scornfully. "You truly thought our bond as creator and creation was all that stopped you from killing me!" He steps closer, his face only a few inches from Astarion's. "You are weak, my child. You are a small, pathetic little boy who never amounted to anything!"

Astarion whimpers with pain and fury. Cazador ignores him, jerks the staff in a sudden wide arc. "But today, you will finally do something worthwhile. You will burn, and I will ascend!"

Instantly, Astarion is lifted into the air and hurled bodily across the platform and into the last remaining niche waiting for him. A blaze of blood and magical energy bursts around him, shattering his equipment aside and leaving him bare-chested and bathed in red. A deeply scored and elaborate scar on his back begins to glow as if flame is bursting from within his skin.

"NO!" Astarion screams, and there is nothing left of his usual confidence-- the word is heavy with terror. "STOP HIM! AND GET ME OUT OF THIS!"

Hector is already moving, his fists coming up, ready to strike-- but Cazador shows no fear, just a gleeful, triumphant grin. He raises his arms, crying out to the heavens, to whatever dark god he serves.

"Witness the birth of the Vampire Ascendant!" he bellows. "ECCE DOMINUS!"

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #everyone say it with me #FUCK CAZADOR

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