#edginess

People tend to give the Sabbat the stupid stick in the World of Darkness. I like to go a more nuanced route. There was a recurring, antagonistic Gangrel by an occasional guest player in one of the chronicles I ran. Her Pack had 3 other Gangrel and a Toreador who all appended "Feralus" to their True Name as part of their Path of the Feral Heart. She was known as Terix Feralus; tall, sleek, yet strongly reptilian features made her stand out, even by Sabbat standards. Of course, they stuck to rural, wooded areas. The Coterie managed to trick, trap, and imprison her in the basement of a cabin they'd prepped beforehand. While they waited for the Sheriff and Deputy to arrive, they chatted with Terix who was a lot more articulate than other Sabbat they'd entangled. 

The Ventrue pointed out that the Sabbat ideology is fundamentally unrealistic even if the ultraviolence was somehow justifiable. Humans outnumber Kindred by a wide margin, after all. Civilization represents a potent weapon that necessitates conforming to the Masquerade. Terix argued that the Sabbat are the only ideology remotely realistic. The Camarilla are the ones who cling to civilization, culture, and conscience as if they're "more real" than biology, sustenance, and instinct. Hominids' existence is a tiny slice compared to sharks, crocodiles, and wolves who understand that the only reality is life and the only falsehood is death. According to the Feralus Pack, Caine understood this and judges his family by their willingness to change in order to live.

There was a time when sharks were but jawless fish, crocodiles but sluggish quadrupeds, and wolves but tiny rodents. Now there is a time when vampires are but hunters in the night. It's the will of Caine that Kindred accept this humble cul-de-sac of the Earth so that they will become the Apex of the Universe. The Sabbat are not content to merely be the inheritors after the Extinction, but the stewards of humanity's *own* humbling. The clouds will blind the Sun, the Cainite will be cleansed by the Darkness, the Fires will burn all fuel, and their celebrations will deafen God. This is not religion, Terix claimed, it's as true as the passage of the millennia themselves. Civilization represents an adaptation in the same way the dinosaurs used to be much larger and flightless. 

Yet, that size and groundedness was key to their downfall and the rise of the smaller yet lighter inheritors. The Feral Heart, big and small, beats everywhere forever.

Terix champions a relatively common worldview among Gangrel antitribu. There's all sorts of angles that Sabbat members can take relative to the supremacist and all-around pre-apocalyptic ideology that the Sword of Caine hosts under their umbrella. The Order of St. Blaise has Cainites who rub shoulders with Cenacles of the Society of Leopold in order to maintain the Silence of the Blood and nudge Hunters towards the Camarilla. They even forge alliances between certain Florentine Inquisitors, those with a latent sympathy for Kindred. In another chronicle I ran, there was a recurring Sabbat Coven who ran a correspondence school (oddly enough, this was years before 2019) as a front for subverting and ultimately dominating United States society. 

Excerpt from 'Applications of Synthetic Mythology in Simulacric Physics", Originally Published in the Melinoë Foundation Pricesaver & Journal of Applied Sciences, Humbert, Yokaitaro, et-al, 2018

Thanks to our valiant strategic withdrawal in the recent legal unpleasantness with certain ungrateful "orphans," we have been given the rare opportunity to declassify certain documents for public consumption on an almost entirely voluntary basis. This is one of them!

This chart shows the mean trajectory of fandom involvement over a sliding scale. The trajectory is typically within a 15% variance with 1% outlier rate, but minus the five year calibration peak the scale varies person to person.

{hey! this is my first time writing in about 2 years so my dearest apologies if it's rough. Anyways, sorry for the grammar! Happy reading!}

synopsis:  Rooster comforts you after an argument with your older brother Jake Seresin.

Warnings: smut, soft chocking, slight mentions of alcohol (no abuse), oral f! receiving, praising, degrading? maybe? mentions of food, edging, vulgar language.

The day of training you just had was long and exhausting. Maverick had you and your fellow pilots go through training exercises that were vital to pulling off this mission. It was nonstop work. Even though you weren't in the air for even half the day, you were still just as exhausted as if you were. You were planning on just going home and spending your night watching shitty reality tv had phoenix not come up to you and asked if you wanted to go to the hard deck. After a lot of convincing, you said yes.

You parked your motorcycle outside the bar and quickly noticed the familiar notes being played on the piano. As you walked in, you saw all your friends surrounding the piano while singing along to ‘Great Balls of Fire’. Classic Rooster. Sometimes it bugged you how much you cared for him. You could easily tell he felt the same way about you. When you guys were together everything felt easier, the weight on your shoulders felt lighter. However, you knew that you guys would never be able to work due to your tiresome brother, Jake Seresin. Despite this, during your days at top gun you and rooster had your fair share of stolen kisses and hidden emotions only shared during private moments. 

You're snapped out of your thoughts by Penny calling out to you. “Hey lovely, what can I get for you today?” she asks while leaning on the bar with her usual smile. You smile back and make your way over to the bar while pulling out a stool. ‘I’ll just have a regular beer, thanks so much Pen.” As Penny is getting your beer she asks, “How was your day hun? You look exhausted. Doin’ alright? You were always very thankful for everything Penny did for you. She was the one you confided in about all the arguments you and Bradley had had. Simple to say she was a motherly figure to you. Someone you cared deeply about. “Honestly Pen, could be alot better. Just got alot on the mind is all” you sigh while running a hand through your hair. “How's being back? Does it feel weird? she questions while giving you your beer. “It feels good, seeing my family again.” you say as you smile a bit in reminessance of all the memories you've been able to make with all the other pilots. The song had finally ended and you locked eyes with Bradley. 

Everytime you locked eyes it was as if the giddy feeling in your stomach only multiplied. He was in his usual Hawaiian button up over a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He was still wearing his aviators even though it was dark outside, which you teased him for all the time. 

Regardless of how much Jake hated it (and he did. A lot), you and Bradley were extremely close. During top gun you guys would always be seen together. He is your wingman, afterall. It's a bond you can't really describe in any form of words. 

As he locks eyes with you, he smiles that signature smile while he walks towards you at the bar. You don't miss how his hand brushes your lower back as you stand up to hug him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he buries his face in yours while snaking his arms around your lower back tightening the embrace. “God,” he breathes, “it feels so good to hug you again”. “I missed you so much Bradley. I really did” you say as you smile into him. As you break the hug, you notice Jake watching very closely. You decide to ignore him for the time being and just enjoy the moment. 

“What are you drinking?” Bradley questions as he guides you back to your seat with a hand on your lower back. “Ahh just a beer, nothing special dont worry.” you laugh as he mocks a hurt expression with his hand on his heart. “Oh please, as if you didn't just have a jukebox session without me”, you say as you both laugh. Soon after the laughter had died down, you see Jake approach. “Hey Viper, can I speak to you outside for a second,” he glances at rooster “in private.” You look at Bradley with a sad look and promise you'll be back as you follow Jake outside of the bar.

 “I see how you two are together” Jake says as he looks at you, staring. “And what about it could possibly have your panties in a bunch now bagman” you say as you roll your eyes trying your best to look away from him. “It's not going to happen. I won't allow it.” he added. “I think i missed the part where you became the person who gets to decide who i am friends with” you argue. Jake rolls his eyes and sighs as he says, “if i find out anything happened between you two, I will intervene.” he glares at you “and that's a promise, y/n”. “You're acting like such a goddamn child, Jake” you scoff as you walk away and back into the bar leaving Jake outside. 

When you make it back inside you notice rooster is still at the bar, so you decide to join him. “Hey how did it go? '' he says as he notices the defeated look on your face along with your inability to keep eye contact, “hey woah, look at me. Are you okay? What happened?”. “Its just been a long day already and I don't know how much more of him being a controlling asshole i can take”. Bradley frowns as you lay your head on his shoulder sighing deeply as he runs his hand along your back. “If you want we can go back to my place and talk about it while eating ice cream?”. This makes you smile as you say, “yeah, I think i would like that alot”.  

After rooster put your motorcycle in the bed of his truck, you got in the passenger side and he started driving back to his place. Once you arrived, he opened your door for you as you got out of the truck. You both made your way into his apartment that was surprisingly more clean since the last time you saw it. As you set your things down, you hear Bradley ask from the kitchen, “Do you want strawberry cheesecake or mint chocolate chip?” he says while looking at you from behind the door to the refrigerator “I have both”. “Definitely strawberry cheesecake no doubt” you say as you laugh at his goofy smile. 

Bradley brought over the tub of ice cream with two spoons and turned on a random netflix movie. He put and arm over your shoulder and that prompted you to snuggle into his side while you held your knees into your chest. 

After the movie finished it was about 10:30 pm but that was fine because neither of you had training the next day. Bradley shifts to set the tub of ice cream (that was halfway gone) onto the coffee table prompting you to sit upright. As he lays back he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?” while rubbing his hand on your knee. “Yeah, it's just-” you go to make eye contact and notice he's already intently listening “it's just jake. He's trying to control what I want to do with my life again and I'm just sick of it. It's exhausting”. Rooster frowns while grabbing your hand as you maintain eye contact and says, “it tears me apart a little more every time I see you like this. Especially because of him.” As you are looking at him, your eyes flicker down to his lips for a second before you notice him slowly start to lean into you. 

Your lips meet for a few seconds before Bradley pulls away and all you can hear is the heavy breathing between the both of you. He brings one of his hands to cup your jaw and the other to hold your waist while he moves you on top. “I wanna be yours” he says breathily “Make me yours, please”. That's the only confirmation you need before you start kissing him at a hungry, sensual pace, wanting to be as close to him as you can. He traces his hands under your shirt and along your waist while shifting to kiss his way down your neck. “Take this off, now.” he ordered breathily while grabbing your shirt “it's in my way”. You shift away from him just enough to take off your white t-shirt, revealing your lace black bra that covers almost nothing. “This sight never gets old to me” he says while moving his hands to cup your breasts “so beautiful. Always”. You capture his lips in another sloppy kiss as he unhooks your bra and tosses it onto the coffee table. Your hands move to grip the curls in his hair while he shifts so that he is eye level with your breasts. “You gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna-” your cut off when he takes one of your breasts into his mouth and uses his thumb to move circles around your nipple. 

You let out a few breathy moans while you start grinding down on him in desperate need for friction. “Hey woah woah” he says as he moves one of his hands to your hips to steady you “you do as i say. Not yet.”. He uses his tongue to trace the bone of your sternum before flipping you over so that you are flat on the couch. Bradley removes his shirt and your shorts before placing his head between your legs. He hooks your legs over his shoulder and begins to rub circles around your clothed clit. As he does this, your back arches as you say, “more.” you add in between breathy moans, “i need more”. When he breathes you can feel it brush against your throbbing core, only increasing your need for him. Bradley stops abruptly eliciting a quiet whine from you. “What do you say?” he asks breathily. All you can muster up is heavy breathing and head nodding as he says, “C’mon baby. I need your words, love”. Those words alone could have made you come. Your voice came out as a breathy whine as you said, “please, i need you”. That was all he needed before he was removing your matching lace underwear.

The moment you felt his tongue on your clit you could have seen stars. He teased your entrance with two fingers while using his tongue to play with your bud. Bradley looked up at you as if he was asking for approval. You nodded your head, letting him know that it's what you wanted. Not a moment later and he had two fingers inside of you, curling to find your g-spot. The sounds you were making were almost guttural as he found your g-spot almost every time her curled, not to mention the constant pressure on your clit already had you edge. Just as you felt that familiar bubble forming in your lower stomach, he stopped what he was doing. “No. Not until I say” his voice sounded sharp, almost replicating a demand. Rooster flipped you over so that you were on your stomach with your ass up. He took off his jeans and grabbed a condom while stroking his cock a few times before rolling it on. He lined himself up with your entrance before slowly inserting himself while holding your hips. Your mouth had fallen agape as a throaty moan sounded, eliciting a small laugh from Rooster. “God, I missed that sound” his voice sounded throaty and deep as he started to find his pace bottoming out in you. His hand found your throat as he used it to pull you up. You were now upright with him behind you, relentlessly pounding into your core every time. Your eyes started to form tears from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling at the moment, the familiar bubble in your stomach returning. Rooster tightened his grip on your throat, and he whispered, “I can feel that your close. Be a good girl and let go”. So, you did just that. You saw stars as he rode out your orgasm with you. You weren't sure how many more thrusts it was before you felt him spill into the condom, groaning in your ear as he did so. You two ended up staying in that position for about thirty more seconds, the only sounds being heard were your heavy breaths. After he tied the condom and threw it away, he started a shower for the both of you. You ended up staying at his apartment for the night mainly because it was too late, and you were in no condition to drive. 

You woke up the next morning with 5 missed calls and 27 texts from Jake.

“Shit”.

Yeah, no, it's mostly a tumblr 4/fix disease. Tho, it can be a symptom of Soc blindness, but unhealthy soc blinds with a 4 fix mostly, and I'd say it's more contra Sx that feel the need to be edgelords.

Unhealthy Sx/so tend not to see their Soc and sometimes believe themselves Sx/sp, so it might result in that confusion or overlapping of edginess and misattribution to Soc blindness. IVs descriptions in general do not help either...

I mean, even So/sp can be stupidly edgy if they have a 4 fix. Unhealthy contraflows 4/fix like to be edgy tryhards, specifically on tumblr.

Soc blindness is as you described, aloof and just. Oblivious. It's simplistic and unaware. Tho, the enneagram types and fixes will greatly vary in how it influences soc blindness.