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The Witch of hopelessness
@bernkastel11
"In this world,hope is such a fragile thing Wouldn't it be better if we just become hopeless ?The risk of pain is lesser after all. That's why I exist,the witch who feeds on hope"
I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond âI will play a flute carved from your femur,â and yet this is the first time Iâve felt truly threatened
oh my god i almost forgot to tell you all about how, while my dad was visiting, i had an infestation of every single kind of bug in my house that hasn't been a problem before or since. like i'm not kidding i evicted so many creeping crawlies that week and couldn't for the life of me stop mosquitos from stealing my blood, but as soon as he left they vanished. and i mean, sure, there's a perfectly rational explanation, because two people make more mess than one and he has a habit of leaving the windows wide open enough to fly a jet engine through day and night, but i can't help but think how symbolically on the nose it was. the ancestral rot at the heart of my family so gothic it's got ants and flies buzzing around its decaying corpse.
hey so update but i haven't been harassed by a single freaky little beast since my dad left even after leaving some crumbs on the floor as an experiment to see if they attracted any ants so i think my dad might just be bugs actually
She doesn't actually have a problem with gay people, she just found out that Diana specifically once kissed a girl and decided that it was a small price to pay if it meant she could troll some random woman.
Hestia is a lesbian, and she is very supportive of her trans wife, Celeste. Unfortunately, their relationship is currently on the rocks as Hestia is more concerned with ragebaiting Celeste's ex girlfriend than defending her from being dead named by the narrative.
At the time of writing this, I had received news that Celeste had divorced Hestia after the latter accidentally called the former "Diana" while they were in bed, playing with scissors.
last thing about this discourse, but seeing that group of losers call varkas "poc coded" not because they give a fuck about racism, representation and moc, but because they want to gleefully rub their hands together and call thalia racist is bum behavior. poc don't exist because you have a victim complex and protect onto plot devices
I'm gonna try my best to be peaceful here, I don't intend to start shit, but I don't really see how any of this helps Thalia's case, nor do I see how it makes the main ship any better?
If Varkas in fact did try to force himself on Thalia, then how is that going to convince readers that they are just a tragic, messy, but ultimately a wholesome and loving couple at the end of the day? If the intention of Kim Suji is that they are both horrible for each other, then it's at least a little more understandable, but if they're supposed to be rooted for as a couple, this whole "Well he was going to rape her back so they're even." Isn't exactly a gotcha moment, it's just solidifying that they're a toxic pairing.
I will admit that I was contributing to the racist Thalia theory mostly for shits and giggles since racism is so normalized (and in some cases, even glamourized) in many east asian comics, but the theory didn't come out of nowhere just to shame her for being an imperfect victim of abuse.
First of all, racism and xenophobia aren't limited to white people attacking people of color. White people can be, and have been throughout history, prejudiced to other white people simply because they aren't from the same country and/or continent.
Second of all, you can still say something racist or make racist jokes even if you don't actually believe that certain people aren't human because of their skin color. Racism is unfortunately very normalized in some way almost everywhere you go, to the point where most people don't even realize that they are being racist in their day to day lives, especially if they come from a privileged background.
Thalia may not have any canon racist beliefs, but what she said was still messed up.
Itâs Deuce who brings it up to Ace first, in the middle of the night while their other roommates slept. Ace turns in his bed and pulls the covers up to his chin. His boner had just subsided, but hearing Deuceâs question resurfaced the memories he was trying so desperately to repress. He curses his virgin cock for being so sensitive and perking back up at the mere mention of you.
âI donât know.â Ace grumbles back. He thinks heâs good at reading people- his brother taught him that magicians need to be; it was the most powerful tool in a magicianâs arsenal- but you were an enigma to him. You guys were friends, right? So maybe Ace should feel good that you trusted him enough to walk around practically naked in front of them. Maybe it was a breach of your trust in them that he and Deuce were ogling you all night, with your hardened nipples and smackable ass and puffy pussy on display⌠Still, Ace couldnât pull his eyes away. He couldnât pretend like he didnât imagine the way it felt to be balls deep inside of your cunt whenever you bent over in front of him.
Then thereâs Deuce, who wouldnât be able to tell if someone was hitting on him if they fell out of the sky like cauldron and put him in a coma. Heâd have girls approach him in his delinquent days, the type of girls who found his motorcycle and mean streak charming, but their intentions were much easier to understand. Even then, his fellow gang members would need to pry his eyes open and point out when a girl was interested in him.
He saw it in you, that same coquettish desire, just a little bit. He saw it in the way your touches lingered, the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your heartbeat raced as you cuddled them last night. He couldnât be sure, though, and he didnât want to lose your friendship all because he couldnât keep his dirty mind at bay.
The next day at lunch is normal. You laugh with them, steal food off of Deuceâs plate, scold Grim for picking fights with Ace- it was almost as if your advances really were just in their heads.
So when you invite them over again that night, Ace and Deuce have no reason to say no.
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Deuce stood, mouth agape. Ace sputtered and choked.
The two boys, rambunctious and rowdy as ever, were not expecting you to greet them as naked as the day you were born when they enthusiastically swung open the Ramshackle Dormâs front door.
For a while itâs a staring match. Neither boy confident enough to make the first move, opting instead to stare slack-jawed at your boobs. You decide that youâve finally had enough, moving their hands so that each boy cupped one of your breasts. Youâre sure they can feel your erratic heartbeat, the one giveaway you couldnât mask under your seductress facade, that exposed you to be just as nervous as them.
âWell,â you start, timidly biting your lip in a way that stirs something animalistic in the two boys. âDo you get it now?â
They do.
Before youâre even aware of whatâs happening, Aceâs mouth is on yours, a tongue shyly working itâs way between your lips. Deuce opts for suckling on the junction of your neck and shoulder. The door is left open wide open, forgotten by the two boys who were now set on ravishing your body.
It isnât long before their clothes are strewn onto the floor, belts and shoes and socks and underwear littered along the path from the doorway to your bedroom. Two sets of hands roam your body, inexperienced and definitely out of sync, but you canât help but grow wet at your friends finally touching you in the way that you had fantasized about for months.
You get on your knees and marvel at the two cocks standing straight at attention for you. You take a second to admire their differences- Deuceâs was thicker and Aceâs was longer, a delightful tuft of dark blue hair along the formerâs base and a clean shaven latter- before stroking one in each hand. Deuceâs breath comes out more like a stutter, one of his hands covering his mouth in surprise. Ace is more impatient, opting to buck his cock into your hand with a soft grumble.
âSo,â you begin teasingly, âwho caught on first?â
Ace flickers his eyes toward Deuce, but says nothing. You stare into his cyan eyes and let a small smile grace your lips.
âGood boy, Deuce.â You say, giving kissing the tip of his cock. Your tongue pokes out of your mouth to lick a stripe up the underside of his member while continuing to stroke Ace. âArenât you just a good, smart boy, hm?â
The praise goes straight to his cock, throbbing against your tongue. You giggle as Deuce nods, an intense blush spread across his face like a wildfire.
You feel something poke the other side of your face. You look up at Ace to see his unmistakable pout. A brat through and through.
âStop complaining,â you say, rolling your eyes at the boy. Still, that doesnât stop you from wrapping your lips around the head of his cock for just a moment, a preview of what was to come that made his knees buckle. âI have to reward Deuce first.â
You return your attention to Deuce and begin to take him into your mouth. Inch by inch, you bob your head slowly down his length until youâve reached his base. Deuce tentatively reaches down to grasp your hair, shyly moving your mouth along his cock between shaky breaths.
ââsnot fairâŚâ Ace mutters, practically fucking your fist. In protest, you release your grip around him and smile around Deuceâs cock when Ace lets out a small whine.
âYou better start being good or maybe Deuce will be the only one inside me tonight.â
Deuce tauntingly chuckles towards Ace at the thought before quickly shutting up once you place your mouth back on his cock. You increase your speed and suck harder until you hear his breath hitch. He thrusts up into your mouth and cums hard, spilling his seed down your throat.
âI-Iâm so, so sorry!â Deuce stutters, embarrassed but aroused when you swallow and lick your lips. âI shouldâve warned you-â
âNo need to be sorry, baby. You did so good.â You give him a chaste kiss as you rise from your spot on the ground. You move over to sit on your bed and spread your legs wide as an invitation.
Deuceâs cock is still soft after his orgasm, but growing harder again as he watches you move your fingers into your dripping pussy.
Ace uses this to his advantage and moves to line his cock up with your entrance, but you gently push him away with your foot. Your eyebrow raises, and you cock your head to one side.
âWanna apologize for being a brat first?â You tease as Ace huffs indignantly.
âIâm sorry.â He says gruffly. He moves to enter you again, but you stop him.
You shake your head, closing your legs to both boysâ dismay. âTry again. Mean it.â
âWait, shit-â Ace whines, his cock throbbing and aching for any relief it could get. âI-Iâm sorry. Please let me fuck you, I need it so bad.â
Satisfied, you open your legs again and finally, finally Ace is able to plunge himself inside of you, gasping at how tight and wet and warm you felt inside.
You canât help from moaning at how enthusiastically Ace thrusts into you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he fucks you hard. The sight of Ace fucking you out of your wits paired with the lewd sounds of your wet pussy around his cock have Deuce rock hard once again. You lock eyes with him and nod toward your bedside drawer.
Deuceâs blush might as well have been permanently tattooed onto his face by the time he opens the drawer and examines its contents. A vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a small tapered buttplug sit neatly at the bottom of it.
âS-stretch me out, Deuce?â Youâre able to manage, Ace unrelenting in his thrusts. âWanna feel you both in me-â
You adjust your position with Ace so that heâs on his back. You lay against him, chests flush against each other so that your ass is on display.
âAre you sure, _____?â
You nod your head affirmatively and feel his fingers experimentally prod your ass. The cold lube against your hole makes your body tense, but you force yourself to relax as you feel a finger enter inside.
Ace, in a shocking display of good sportsmanship, stills his hips as Deuce prepares you. Slick fingers work themselves in and out of your ass, stretching you out deliciously.
âT-thatâs good Deuce,â you say once youâre ready. âI canât wait any longer.â
Deuce sloppily applies the lube to his cock and slowly enters you. You can help the loud, drawn out moan that escapes your throat when heâs fully sheathed inside, the feeling of being so full overwhelming your senses.
The boys find a surprisingly harmonious rhythm, thrusting into you in tandem. Youâve never felt so full- the nights youâve had with your buttplug and vibrator in each hole held no candle to Ace and Deuce thrusting into you, stretching you out, enjoying your body together.
You cum first- how could you not? Your walls convulsing around the two boys send them over the edge just after you- first Ace, then Deuce. You can feel their cum seep out of both your entrances as they pull out, rolling over onto your tiny mattress.
âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted that,â you admit softly, feeling each boy cling sweatily onto your body from either side. âMaybe next time the both of you can stop your bickering for a moment and touch each other, too?â
Ace blushes, feigning a disgusted look before burying his face into the side of your neck. Deuce is already peppering your collarbone and shoulders with kisses and small love bites, trying to ignore what you had said but unable to hide his own flushed face.
Well, the three of us will have a lot of time to figure it out, you think to yourself with a chuckle as the three of you drift to sleep in a mess of limbs and kisses.
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Of course, after not arriving back to the dorm before curfew, Riddle has their heads. Collared and magicless, Ace and Deuce can at least both agree that it was worth it.
