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The writing team of Pro Philosopher 2 does not support shipping real philosophers, but the marketing team absolutely does 😎

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The refusal to take part in all war under any conditions is an unworldly view bound to remain a sectarian doctrine. It no more challenges the state's authority than the celibacy of priests challenges the sanctity of marriage.

John Rawls, A Theory of Justice

[tawneybel]

Hi Tawney! I really enjoy your blog! I've reviewed your rules, your "About Me" section, and your lists of fandoms, and I have a request. 30 Days of Night has been a special interest of mine for years; I am hyperfixated on Marlow and Zurial. With that in mind, could you please write an imagine where a female reader is involved with/shared by both Marlow and Zurial? You can make the imagine as long or short as you want. Thank you!

Note: Hope you’re still into 30 Days of Night two years later. x_x Eventually I will empty out my inbox. Eventually. Maybe. Mentions of canon-typical violence, but Marlow and Zurial are actually nice to reader. 

Imagine agreeing to being shared by Marlow and Zurial. 

It didn’t immediately occur to you that Marlow and the others were vampires. Pallor aside, their undifferentiated teeth and blackout eyes brought to mind sharks. This was a seaside town. A shiver of predatory mermen stuck on the Alaskan coast, unable or unwilling to migrate to southern waters… Fishmen evolved to grow legs… It made as much sense as anything. 

It wasn’t until you directly witnessed one rip out your neighbor’s larynx did you realize your mistake. Even so, you reasoned, if they’d risen from the depths, they were probably used to swallowing small prey whole. No molars meant chewing was right out. Then there were the problems of dehydration and hyponatremia. It made sense Lamniform’d “humans” slaked their thirst on blood. 

They showed zero mercy to any townspeople they came across. You doubted you would be an exception. Most of your morbid curiosity was quickly quashed, but you needed to know their whereabouts. So you quietly watched them hunt. Later, you wondered if they’d been aware of their audience. At the time you’d felt somewhat safe. By pure coincidence, your resources contained, if the lore was to be believed, many traditional vampire repellents. 

Too bad I’m not dealing with traditional vampires, you had thought, when two men, each with a blood-soaked chin and nocturnal stare, stood in your kitchen. They didn’t immediately acknowledge your presence. Instead, they conversed with each other. About what, you had no earthly clue. It wasn’t in English. All you could do was stay still, eye trained on your unwelcome guests through the threshold. The kitchen door was barely ajar and you stood almost catty-corn from them, afraid to even turn your head. 

From prior observation you knew the older man with the widow’s peak was the leader. The younger, who definitely looked like he’d have asked a vampire to bite him prior to turning (if he hadn’t been born one), deferred to the older. Though even to your ears the chat sounded slightly heated. 

More heated than their bodies, probably. Were they ectotherms or endotherms? 

Your question was about to be answered, you realized, when the younger man’s gaze slid to you. You hadn’t even seen him move. With sclerae and irises black as pupils, his eyes could have been fixed on anything. His slow grin made it apparent they’d landed on his next victim. 

The older one said something. All you could do was hold your ground, wondering if you looked as resigned as you felt. His tongue, a deeper red than any human’s, darted out, lapping at his crimson-coated lips. 

“My name is Marlow,” his elder said, “and this is Zurial.”

“______.” 

Marlow’s face was likewise cleansed. Till there was no evidence of hematophagy. Mouth pressed in a teeth-hiding smile that matched Zurial’s. They were close enough you could finally see the whites of their eyes, still dominated by pupils dilated despite the low light. 

“What are you?”

Perhaps a useless question, but they didn’t treat it as such.

“Vampires.”

They were well dressed, despite the vanished blood having indicated they’d had a feeding frenzy recently. Zurial wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath his jacket, but all that did was make him look like some goth rocker. You were pretty sure he’d had a white tee. Maybe it was in the wash. 

Hydrogen peroxide and cold water, you thought. No one moved. Telepathy was, thankfully, not one of their powers. 

Aloud, “You can use hydrogen peroxide and cold water.”

If you were going to be preyed upon, you wanted to be leached dry. Not a drop wasted. If that was unrealistic, you at least didn’t want to leave any essence of yourself on their clothing. 

“We promise it’s not your lifeblood we’re after,” Marlow confessed, clasping your hand between his icy palms. You felt heat rise to your face, before being softly siphoned into his hold. And then his embrace. 

See? Marlow’s softer smile seemed to say. No gills.

Both his and Zurial’s touch had warmed considerably after you reciprocated their feelings. You were given permission to check their necks and sides for any piscine features. Claws retracted, neither returned your caresses as they patiently waited for your examination to end.

When it did, you nodded. The two men flocked to your side. You stood nude, and they quickly joined in your nakedness. When you’d agreed to throuple with them, they agreed not to “raw” you. At least in the cunt. Marlow wanted so badly for you to consume his seed. Zurial was actually putting on a condom. He’d been somewhat reluctant at first, until Marlow hissed some unknown words to him. It was clear that he wanted to fuck you above all else, even if there was a barrier he wasn’t used to.

They picked you up at both ends. Laying you neatly on your bed. If you’d been an outside observer, you’d have predicted the vampires would tear ______ apart, twisting her midriff until viscera spilled onto the linoleum. Ready to be lapped at by the rest of their sneering coven, emerging out of the shadows-

You jolted when Marlow pressed his stone cold cock against your warm lips. Zurial followed suit, his own erection nearly frigid as it was rigid, poking at your folds. 

“I don’t expect you to take all of us. Not right away. Not if you don’t want to.”

You would’ve bit your lip if you weren’t worried about accidentally nipping Marlow. He quickly explained, “I mean Zurial and myself inside you. Not the rest. You’re not for them.” Only us. 

“Can you… warm up first? Marlow?” You smiled shyly. “My gums are sensitive.”

He nodded. “How do you want me to do that?” A hand cupped your side boob. “Or do you want me to choose for you?”

His hands had warmed up considerably, from fondling your softest parts while Zurial undressed you, so you had to think for a minute. If Marlow chose the heat of your breasts, then he might tweak your nipples. And then you’d be sure to finish much too quickly. You fantasized about his nails growing to claws again, leaving light scratches on your heaving chest. Zurial groaned, your pussy wetting his tip. Still, they remained patient. You suspected they could both last a long time. So it was fine to stave off your own climax(es). Even so, Zurial was painfully hard and you wanted so, so badly to relieve him. 

Even with their open predation of humans, you wouldn’t have given up this encounter for anything. Afterwards, you would ask them what they’d have done if you had “chickened out.” Zurial shrugged and admitted he’d just jerk off in the snow. Marlow grinned and said he could wait indefinitely till you were in the mood.

A vampire’s penis, you noted, looked more alive—not undead—than the rest of their bodies.

Their victim’s blood pumped quickly through their veins, rushing towards their members. Tearing away all thoughts of anything else but you three’s joint goal of all getting off and getting each other off.  

The memories of your fellow humans being hunted took on a new context. Marlow and Zurial were apex predators. So you decided to feel honored they were more or less treating you as a sexual equal. Honored that they wanted you reclined while you sucked off Marlow and allowed Zurial to search for the best angles. You wordlessly reached for the former’s cock.

If you were with another human, one who was this hard, you’d be worried about premature ejaculation. Marlow could hold out as long as you needed. He didn’t want you to feel like you were fellating an icicle, after all.  

“Both hands, ______?” he asked. You nodded, shifting onto your elbows. Giving Zurial a premium view of your ass. “The sooner you let Zurial inside you, the sooner he’ll match your warmth.” 

Zurial: “Will I be seeing your tits again soon?” 

Nodding again, you set to work. Marlow added, “She can take us both on all fours another time.”

Another time. 

One hand closing over the base of Marlow’s erection, you realized you hadn’t kissed either partner yet. The other hand joined its twin on his length as you bent down to plant a smooch on his cockhead. His appreciative smile was so benevolent, an outside observer would have trouble believing Marlow was really a “bloodthirsty monster.” Zurial planted icy kisses on your inner thigh. As piercingly cold as it had been, you missed his erection. 

Once Marlow had sapped enough heat, his temperature then matching yours, he coaxed you onto your side again, asking you to spread your legs, revealing your eager cunt for his fellow. 

You used the free hand that wasn’t guiding Marlow’s dick into your mouth to Zurial’s. For a few agonizing seconds you were worried your vagina was going numb, until Zurial started receiving its heat into his loins. Then he sheathed himself inside.  

It’s going to be a long polar night, you hoped.  

[incandescentorrery]

In Traitor, Farrier talks about how the myth of Falcrest's Emperor is that it's just some random person grabbed off the street and given a potion which causes amnesia, with the idea being that the Emperor would thus be impartial - he would "retain his knowledge of the world, it's history and geography, it's policies and pressures. But he would have no idea who he had been before he was Emperor."

Of course like one second later Farrier's like "LOL of course we don't do that, that would be stupid." And honestly initially I was so excited to take him at his word (yes I am wearing my clown shoes) because it sounded essentially like a take on the "Original Position" in John Rawls' Justice as Fairness.

Essentially, the Original Position is a thought experiment in which people would come up the basic structure of the society in which they would live BUT they would have absolutely no idea of what their own personal traits would be - the idea being that because they do not know what their specific positions would be in the society, participants would create society which was fair, rational, impartial, etc.

And I think that is just SO INTERESTING in light of the Brain's discussion of how people can never really free themselves of the confines of their own perception in Tyrant - "I cannot clear my eyes of the veils they were born with". Information exists objectively in the world but once it enters our perception it is filtered through all of the experiences we have had, the culture we have been raised in, the education we have received (the "veils").

So, it is interesting that Falcrest and the Cancrioth sort of seem to agree on this point. However, I think that the Brain's comments suggest that even not knowing anything about yourself would not necessarily be enough to be rid of biases. All of the information the Emperor would have received is filtered though all of the experiences he would have learned up to that point. To take a simple example, seeing Taranoke called Sousward on maps - it doesn't matter where the Emperor was originally from, that renaming would inform the decisions he made. Not "remembering" who he was in a past life actually makes it harder to make fair choices because he does not have any clue to what his own biases may have been.

Essentially lacking information about yourself keeps you from knowing who set the conditions in which your choices are to be made.

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John Rawls from liberalism is unfuckable!

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