We're all mad here

I'll rob her of all her joy and solace, save for what exists within your embrace and yours alone

I'll break her wings so she can never fly away from you again

I'll clean him, polish him, make him perfect like he should be

I'll bring him before you so you may be taken by his company and countenance

“Precious Bird”

I LOVE that she stopped to just talk to him. Finally, she's had enough of the fighting and wants to try to reach him as a person, to understand him as a person. And it's fascinating and impactful that, even after everything she's seen from him, she still feels like she can do so like this. She's appealing to his humanity like she thinks he still has any left in the first place. Do you really want to live and breathe in this ceaseless misery? Can't you hear their cries of anguish? Why even bother asking such a ruthless tyrant these questions, if you didn't think that, somehow, he'd listen, if only you said it right and kept insisting like the hardheaded warrior you are?

Did you notice his expression kept changing as she spoke to him? Falling and falling until the sneer became this scowl? And the way he answers, his apparent inability to sense what she does. That little elipses. "I hear nothing but spice dust... crumbling in the wind." He's lying, isn't he? That tiny bit of hesitation gives him away, I think. She struck a chord and he's trying to deny it.

(Remember that they're sharing a headspace here. Which means his subconscious is linked with hers. He's hearing his victims scream in his head all the time. And he tries to lie and say he can't hear anything.)

This part is also very important. It confirms what a lot of Burning Spice fans have thought/felt, what I talked about in detail in my character analysis post ages ago: in his rage and despair, he became what he hated. If all is destined to fall apart no matter what, why not help it along? What does it matter? Just cut out the middle man. Bring about endings. Halt beginnings. You're doing them a favor by hastening the inevitable. It's an incredibly sadistic, nihilistic, and genuinely sad point of view. To cope so poorly with the reality of life and death and what comes in between that you turn to this denial of attachment and selfish inflicting of your suffering onto others. It's grim. More than that, it's pitiful.

But of course, he turns it back on her, in a way that cuts deepest, because of course he does. He knows her. He understands her. Whether anyone likes that or not. And the true sting of his words lies in the fact that, ultimately, he's right. She can't escape reality. By the gods, has she tried, but in the end... what really changed? Just like him, she was a victim of the tide of change, powerless to stop it from washing everything she ever built away. How she differs is only in her response; his madness manifested as violent rejection of all attachments and respect for life, while hers manifested as overattachment, trapping her citizens (that is another thing he's right to point out, she trapped them, there was never any way for them to leave the virtual world on their own and they lived in ignorance of their real circumstances) in a dazzling illusion as a way to cope and pretend all was well.

She eventually realized her folly and put a stop to it, of course. We saw that part of her story. But that doesn't dull Burning Spice's edge.

Unfortunately I'm stuck on mobile until further notice, and so I can only add 10 images total (fuck you for that, Tumblr). Thus, I'll write out what Golden Cheese says next:

"... Heh... I have no time to persuade a dull-witted beast."

It's almost cute, the way she turns on a dime at his provocation. As said before, he knows exactly what to say and how to say it; just the right way to dig under her skin. And she continues...

All pretense abandoned, all goodwill squandered, an instant return to fighting form. She gave him a chance, she wanted to reason with him; for a moment, she entertained the notion of him being capable of civil conversation, of emotion, of regret. And maybe he is. Maybe he was, if only for a moment. But it was fleeting, just as all life is. Far be it from him to let her think it could be anything but.

warnings — lactation kink, mommy kink, choso cums in his pants <3. mdni (17+).

choso loves holding your heavy, swollen tits full of milk for your newborn baby. you saw this as your husband being thoughtful and caring, thinking he was always gently massaging them because you mentioned how it felt a bit uncomfortable at times.

when in reality that’s far from the truth.

choso kept his hands glued to your boobs because he couldn’t get enough of the way it felt when your tits would leak, seeping through the fabric of your shirt and wetting the material along with his hands in the process, resulting in him getting hard within a matter of seconds.

even when he wasn’t touching them, the moment he heard the annoyance in your voice of having to clean yourself up again, his eyes were fixed on your blouse. he felt bad knowing there was nothing he could do to help, but it was an extreme turn on for him.

his heart ached every time seeing that it was all going to waste as your top drank it all up instead of him and his mouth. he sneaks off the bathroom everyday and wraps his hand his thick cock, jerking it to the thought of you, and your milky tits every time.

he knows it’s wrong, taboo really, but he so desperately wants to drink from your leaky tits, stealing his little son’s nutrients.

how selfish.

tonight, it’s choso’s turn to go take care of the screaming baby that just woke up and get him back to sleep. after nearly an hour, choso finally drags himself back into the bedroom after putting his son to sleep. again.

you’ve got your back pressed against the headboard as you flip to the next page in the book you’re reading, grinning at him as he walks towards the bed.

although he hasn’t mentioned it, he’s been extremely needy and as a matter of fact, you’ve been too. choso takes this opportunity before the baby possibly wakes up again to have an intimate moment with you, and to his delight, you’re not against it. you don’t resist as choso initiates it, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

instinctively, his hand trails up your shirt to play with your tits. he squeezes them can feel the milk squirt out even through your bra, causing him to moan into the kiss as his dick stirs to life.

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Fandom — Identity V Pairing — AliMelly (Hunter! Melly) Summery —

“I can feel you,” a long tongue curled from Melly’s mouth, licking a slow trail up Alice’s neck as she huffed, “so desperate that you use your body for the words you cannot say.” The hand that had wiped away her tears slid down to her belly, fabric tearing as her claws dug into the waist of Alice’s skirt. “I can feel you wanting to keep me inside. Pulling me in, suctioning me like an animal in heat.”

Alice is dragged into the basement where she finds out that this new side of Melly has quite... interesting parts.

Content Warnings — oviposition. Word Count — 865

Part 2

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