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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"
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.
Itās 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 Deuceās 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.
āI donāt know.ā Ace grumbles back. He thinks heās good at reading people- his brother taught him that magicians need to be; it was the most powerful tool in a magicianās 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 displayā¦ Still, Ace couldnāt pull his eyes away. He couldnāt pretend like he didnāt imagine the way it felt to be balls deep inside of your cunt whenever you bent over in front of him.
Then thereās Deuce, who wouldnāt 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. Heād 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 couldnāt be sure, though, and he didnāt want to lose your friendship all because he couldnāt keep his dirty mind at bay.
The next day at lunch is normal. You laugh with them, steal food off of Deuceās 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.
ā ļøā¤ļøā ļøā¤ļøā ļø
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 Dormās front door.
For a while itās a staring match. Neither boy confident enough to make the first move, opting instead to stare slack-jawed at your boobs. You decide that youāve finally had enough, moving their hands so that each boy cupped one of your breasts. Youāre sure they can feel your erratic heartbeat, the one giveaway you couldnāt mask under your seductress facade, that exposed you to be just as nervous as them.
āWell,ā you start, timidly biting your lip in a way that stirs something animalistic in the two boys. āDo you get it now?ā
They do.
Before youāre even aware of whatās happening, Aceās mouth is on yours, a tongue shyly working itās 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 isnāt 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 canāt 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- Deuceās was thicker and Aceās was longer, a delightful tuft of dark blue hair along the formerās base and a clean shaven latter- before stroking one in each hand. Deuceās 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.
āSo,ā you begin teasingly, āwho caught on first?ā
Ace flickers his eyes toward Deuce, but says nothing. You stare into his cyan eyes and let a small smile grace your lips.
āGood boy, Deuce.ā 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. āArenāt you just a good, smart boy, hm?ā
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.
āStop complaining,ā you say, rolling your eyes at the boy. Still, that doesnāt 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. āI have to reward Deuce first.ā
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 youāve reached his base. Deuce tentatively reaches down to grasp your hair, shyly moving your mouth along his cock between shaky breaths.
āāsnot fairā¦ā Ace mutters, practically fucking your fist. In protest, you release your grip around him and smile around Deuceās cock when Ace lets out a small whine.
āYou better start being good or maybe Deuce will be the only one inside me tonight.ā
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.
āI-Iām so, so sorry!ā Deuce stutters, embarrassed but aroused when you swallow and lick your lips. āI shouldāve warned you-ā
āNo need to be sorry, baby. You did so good.ā 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.
Deuceās 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.
āWanna apologize for being a brat first?ā You tease as Ace huffs indignantly.
āIām sorry.ā He says gruffly. He moves to enter you again, but you stop him.
You shake your head, closing your legs to both boysā dismay. āTry again. Mean it.ā
āWait, shit-ā Ace whines, his cock throbbing and aching for any relief it could get. āI-Iām sorry. Please let me fuck you, I need it so bad.ā
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 canāt 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.
Deuceās 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.
āS-stretch me out, Deuce?ā Youāre able to manage, Ace unrelenting in his thrusts. āWanna feel you both in me-ā
You adjust your position with Ace so that heās on his back. You lay against him, chests flush against each other so that your ass is on display.
āAre you sure, _____?ā
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.
āT-thatās good Deuce,ā you say once youāre ready. āI canāt wait any longer.ā
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 heās fully sheathed inside, the feeling of being so full overwhelming your senses.
The boys find a surprisingly harmonious rhythm, thrusting into you in tandem. Youāve never felt so full- the nights youāve 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.
āYou donāt know how long Iāve wanted that,ā you admit softly, feeling each boy cling sweatily onto your body from either side. āMaybe next time the both of you can stop your bickering for a moment and touch each other, too?ā
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.
ā ļøā¤ļøā ļøā¤ļøā ļø
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.
sometimes when my mom gets drunk she goes into Liberated Women Mode, and one time she was real tipsy and while talking about her friendās divorce, she very earnestly told me and my sister (both adults) that regardless of preference or relationship, she hoped we would both reach a point in our lives where we were having really good sex with really good people. and my sister said, āi do that now except the good people partā and i said, āsex is real?ā and my mom didnāt love either of those answers
"But it's not FOR them!!!" The biggest military power in the world belongs to a christofascist nation overseen by a felon found guilty of 34 federal crimes and has greenlit a gestapo with more direct funding than the entire military of Canada for the purpose of ethnic cleansing. Let Hetero Jessica throw some biodegradable glitter at a municipal parade
At this point if anyone is trying to exclude anyone benignly pro-queer from a pro-queer space I'm just going to assume you're a fed or something idk like something something destabilize the movement from within or whatever
FINALLY I FINISHED SEASONS OF SINS (I'm 20 so you don't have to worry if I'm a minor)!!! It's such a beautifully dark story, such a great one about love and obsession, it does dark romance better than most these days if you ask me cuz with how often they romanticize toxic behaviour
Low-key I wanna know how Frollo fares after the series' ending, I'm thinking realistically, the King definitely told him to back the fuck down and of course he got "tamed" politically, I imagine he could've tried to send Sybille letters (which all got burned in her fireplace, ironically symbolic I know) and honestly suffered the fuck out of it after he lost the one big chance he had at love and marriage
First of all, thank you so much for even going out of your way to comment on my work. Seriously, interactions can be so, so, so fulfilling. I have so many notes and scraps of writing lying around waiting to be stitched together, but I haven't had the motivation to really commit to it in ages. Comments like this one, from what feels like out of nowhere, mean the world to me. This reminds me that working on and sharing something I care about is actually a good thing and that it is ok to keep doing it.
Second, you're in luckābecause there is more in the works.
It's simmered on the back burner until the pot's basically scalded and empty, but like yeah, it's in the works.
More below, but no spoilers (I think).
Something I've really enjoyed is framing Frollo and the king against one another as reluctant, begrudging allies. Frollo was one of Louis' most staunch supporters when he first ascended to the throne, even when there was pressure to side with competing parties and go against Louis; the king plucked Frollo from... well, not from total obscurity, per seābut he selected Frollo from among his many peers in the legal system, in spite of Frollo being from a not-so-illustrious family line (my own headcanon) to become a key player in his new government. In a way, they've each become essential to the other's legitimacy, power, and influence.
If he can't keep the charade up, then suddenly the man he personally selected to become the highest judge in the land, and the unofficial steward of Parisāa man nobody really likes to begin withābecomes this huge fucking problem, all pointing back to Louis. He can't let the peasantry or the nobility question his choices.
Then Frollo gets himself into this whole messy, sketchy, highly questionable situationship with Sybille. Everybody assumes (correctly) that he doesn't have the purest of intentions. Everybody knows that even the pretense of putting Sybille under "house arrest" (in your house, Frollo? Really?) is barely legal, if at all. The whole royal court is gossiping and low-key kind of panicking about it.
But Louis has to maintain this veneer of calm through it all. He has to put on this show and pretend he knows exactly what Sybille and Frollo's relationship is, that it's not anything indecent or evil. He has to.
Even when it all comes to a head, and Sybille tries to rock the boat and get the king to turn on Frollo, Louis chooses to side with Frollo to maintain the status quo. It's the safest option for the long term. It infuriates him, sure (partly because it's obvious enough to Louis that something was going on between Sybille and Frollo all along, but neither of them had the common fucking sense to sort their own shit out. The vibe is very much, "Are they lovers, your majesty?" "Worse, peasantāthey're idiots.") but still, he has to maintain the illusion of his absolute power and control. He has to protect Frollo, in order to save face for himself.
... I could delve into this so much further, but I think I'll save it for another post.
And thanks again for interacting/asking/commenting, I so deeply appreciate it. šš»
ooo this gentle giant ā¦ gimme that cookie right now
āiām sorry. iām sorry, mālady. so fucking sorry.ā
the position dunk had you in was brutalizing, your hands clawing at his forearm as he held you in a headlock, his other arm splayed across your stomach, pushing your back into his front. you both were kneeled on his bedroll, the fire light dancing across tree bark and soft grass as your moans echoed throughout the air.
duncan had pounced on you the second you came back from cleaning off in the stream, a little shy in the fact he watched the water trickle down your breasts as you washed yourself, yet unabashed in the way he fucked you relentless. his oversized cock split you in a half, each rut of his hips leaving you a whimpering and mewling mess.
āo-oh god,ā you cried, dunkās hold getting softer as gasps of air spit from your lips. all though he couldnāt help his desires, this was still dunk ā your dunk, and he would never hurt you.
breath tickling your neck, duncanās moans were loud in your ear, the sounds of his pleasure stirring you on further. you loved the way he fell apart, each fibre of his being submitting to you as he made his only goal to make you feel good.
āi swear on my honour,ā dunk whispered, his voice coarse with pleasure. āthat i will never hurt you. youāre my girl, okay? remember that.ā
