Tuesday Taboo

TABOO meme

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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Prompts

A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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Foolhardy heroes who thought they could take on his army singlehandedly weren't rare, per se, but it was rare for any to get so far as this pest. Not that it was difficult for Ganondorf to raise more monsters with his dark powers, but it was still bothersome to, and besides which-

This impudent wretch was beginning to annoy him.

Gloom swirled about Fray like a mist that was coalescing into smoke- its movements to gather behind him was the only warning he would get before a few things happened in very rapid succession;

It manifested into a man.

That man reached not for his weapon, but for Fray's helmet.

And then that helmet - with Fray still attached - was slammed into the nearest wall.

Fray wasn't really afforded much time to react nor indeed, think at all. Mist became man (a monstrously big man at that), and in less time than it took Fray to even blink, his head made a hard and unfortunate arrangement with the nearest wall.

Ow. Be careful what you wish for, apparently.

Almost any other person might have been pulped at that very moment, armor or not. For Fray however, it was tantamount to getting the wind knocked out of him. Only momentarily knocked senseless, until a surge of black magic rushed through the motionless body Ganondorf had pinned against the wall. Shards of bone split the earth in massive, jagged spikes, the Dark Knight seeking only to get a little bit of goddamn space between himself and this giant of a man.

Edited 2024-08-14 16:04 (UTC)

Another man might have been torn apart by that earth-bone.

The man that is Ganondorf lets go, but- only to catch his bearings, to regain his balance. He grunts, more gloom already coalescing in his hands, manifesting into a katana- no, an odachi-

Which is promptly swept around, ready to outright cleave Fray in two with the sheer strength behind it.

He hits the ground, that goal met, before immediately swinging one hand upwards as if he actually meant to physically catch the sword as it swept towards him. Instead, a tenebrous, glimmering shield spiraling with arcane runes sprang forth, encircling the armored caster.

It was no match for the blade, of course, but that wasn't really the point. Still, even as the shield shattered and the awakened magic surged through his weapon, the now dampened power of that attack still hurt far more than he'd expected. The smaller man was sent flying, sliding and rolling across the ground with little more than a pained, dry grunt to acknowledge the pain. This may have been a terrible idea, today would have been a good day to have taken his own advice for once and let someone else break themselves on the edge of the Demon King's sword.

In for a penny in for a pound, he swiftly, agonizingly, hauled himself upwards, as if the body he inhabited simply refused to remain down. Dark magic seethed and pulsed around the blade, the knight's cold, white eyes wide with blood lust induced madness and all consuming rage as he flung himself forward once again.

The aim this time? To sink that massive blade right into the monster of a man before him and siphon out a fatty chunk of that power for himself. He would not be so easily consigned to the grave.

Ganondorf did not give the Dark Knight much time to recover.

Already he was striding forwards, the great sword trailing behind him at the ready- and as Fray moved, as he leapt forwards and brought the blade down- the Demon King's own came up, braced by his other hand as he prepared for the split second he had and-

Clang!

The clash of dark magics was just as loud as metal on metal, swirling about him, them, like angry winds ready to lash out. And yet, through it?

"You wield such power against me-?" A cruel sneer. "This magic is my essence - you fuel me, fool!"

The last accompanied by a harsh shove, as much with his magic as it was his physical strength. If this challenger wanted his magic so badly-

He could taste its full power.

Edited 2024-08-14 16:51 (UTC)

Dark magics filled the air about them, thick and oppressive, almost smothering. Had Fray not been so accustomed to the heaviness of it, he'd have buckled at the knees then and there as wave after wave of it crashed over him.

But then again, as accustomed as he was to his own black magic, nothing could have properly prepared him for the malice laden power now suddenly pouring into him as Ganondorf so kindly opened the floodgates. Fray had wanted that power, that much was true. Needed it, to even be able to continue to stand after the Demon King's impossibly powerful attacks. At least, that had been what he'd told himself, in all the half a second he spent thinking about what he should do next in this mess he'd made for himself.

His body was not made for that though. For all the strength he gained from his wounds, there were still so clearly some damage that was simply too overwhelming. It burned in him, like a fire had suddenly sprung to life in his veins and now raced through every inch of his body. The shove sent him reeling backwards, gasping in agony as he fell to one knee. Retching as if he might somehow manage to vomit up this foul, corrupted energy, the knight clawed at his own helmet and throat, cursing clumsily with a thick tongue through numb lips.

"What is this-" It wasn't supposed to work like that!

It was caustic. It was acidic. It was a cancer, spreading through Fray's veins like icy wildfire and sapping his strength. As Ganondorf straightened, now that the blade was no longer pressing on his own, he gazed down at he now-reeling 'hero' with nothing but contempt.

"You wield dark magics but cannot even recognize them in their purest form?...you are beyond a fool."

Walking to cross that short distance between them, then- raising a foot in a kick square at the dark knight's jaw. Aiming to send him sprawling.

"A fool at least has an excuse for their ignorance."

Step. Step.

"You are a charlatan."

Making to press his next step right on the knight's chest.

Purest form? A retort was on his tongue but Ganondorf's kick beat him to it, sending the knight sprawling back onto the ground once again before the wind was driven from his lungs by the foot stomping upon his chest. Fray wheezed, sure that there was a rib now that had either snapped or was absolutely threatening to now. The insult of course, burned. Like thorny barbs on a cudgel it only added to the physical pain, but if he were a man broken by words he'd have been rendered a quivering mess years ago.

The knight's gauntlet clad hands gripped the other man's foot as it slammed into his chest again, the look in his eyes nothing short of apoplectic. If there was any kind of higher thought going on in his skull now, it was drowned out by an ocean of rage that even he now found frightening. Something was wrong. Something far beyond simply being ground into the dirt beneath an opponent's heel.

"Pure? It's tainted." He moved to sink the claws of his gauntlets into the other man's exposed flesh, the energy he'd siphoned out bubbling under his skin and burning in his brain. Break, shred, rip, tear-

"Shit's purer than this." Words that were almost forced out as the bigger man pressed downwards, and once again the knight's own dark magicks would flare. This time, however, it wasn't exactly what one might call a spell.

It was a sudden, violent deluge of power, with every intention of doing precisely what he'd initially threatened to do: burn this place down, and everyone inside of it as well. But as he awaited the bitter blue soulflame that he'd become so familiar with, what came instead was far from what he'd expected. No blue flame erupted from the air and earth. Instead the flame burned a sickly mottled black and red, flickers of crimson drifting upwards as the dark knight's now heavily tainted soul only exuded malice.

Oh how quickly that former arrogant outrage began to sputter, whatever final words he had cooked up for this moment dying in an instant as he looked away from Ganondorf, and to his own weakened, corrupted flames.

Anger. Rage.

A malevolent lust for power.

Moushuu.

Ganondorf's foot remained firmly in place as claws sunk in- blood leaked from the wounds, but the man didn't even flinch, merely gazing down at the pinned insect beneath his foot with scorn.

Scorn that turned to surprise as he felt the flare in magic, but the shift of power...

He couldn't help it.

"...heh."

A chuckle grew into a laugh as he threw back his head, half-curling his fingers as he echoes that magic with a flare of his own. The dark black-red fire swirled about them both, joining the weak echo that Fray had managed to emit.

"HAHAHAHA!"

These were not his. It was a thought that hammered itself through the murk, blunt and heavy but still loud enough to cling to and follow. These were not his emotions, this was not what comprised his soul. They were not his. They were not him.

Whatever sorcery had kept the dark knight alive and in this strange, altered state of his had an unconsidered weakness, it seemed. After all, he was stealing away his enemy's life force, their purest essence used to rebuild flesh and replenish blood. What the hell else could he have possibly expected?

That laugh stung far worse than words ever had. A hurricane of thoughts and feelings wrecked havoc in his head, whose were whose becoming steadily blurrier. Sapped of magic and physically weakened, Fray clawed at the other man's leg like a trapped beast, and one might very well think he would be if the feral snarls slithering out of the knight's helm were to be believed; sounds soon broken by impotent curses and screams of rage.

Again? Was he to die again?! Was it not enough it happen once already?!

Edited (phrasing) 2024-08-15 06:03 (UTC)

More weight pressed, the scratches at skin nothing more than the bites of a bothered insect. Meant to be swatted away, at most; for now, though? For now Ganondorf simply pressed more of his weight down onto the sputtering candleflame that was Fray.

"Ah...I have not laughed like that in some time. Perhaps...there is still some amusement to be found in your weakened frame."

He didn't even need to gesture- but as before, in a perverse mockery of Fray's own power? Spikes would shoot out from the earth. These, however, were the black and red coloration of Ganondorf's own magic-

-and they were not spikes after all, but - hands? Hands that immediately reached for Fray's arms, grabbing to pull them off their master. Another clamped down to secure his torso, while two others grabbed at his legs to hold those in place, too. Theirs were a strength akin to Ganondorf's all, and it was a good thing that Fray wore armor- the chill, the sickly feel of their dark magic was permeable even through the metal, threatening to sap his strength further.

"Now. Does the foolish charlatan beneath me even have a name, or is it so beneath me as to be less than a stain on my foot?"

For all that he was wondering aloud and only so much respected a reply- it was an intentional probe. Had this cretin been bowed in the slightest?

A second death, it seemed, was not to be the outcome of this. At least, not immediately, and some part of him wondered if he really should have preferred it otherwise. It was a concern- a fear actually, that welled up from the pits of his stomach and bloomed in his chest as grasping hands reached up from the earth to pin him down. Insult to injury, it wasn't as if he was making any progress before when it had simply been the Demon King's foot. But now his ability to inflict even minor, trifling damage to Ganondorf was impossible.

The all consuming waves of rage and hatred split for one thing only: panic. Like a mouse beneath the paw of a cat, he writhed and twisted in the grasp of those hands, kicking uselessly against them as he felt the tainted, prickling chill of those gloom slicked appendages threatening to seep past his cracked armor. His breath came in ragged pants, the sound implying clenched and bared teeth as he threw every last bit of his waning strength against their grasp.

Fray knew what was expected of him. It was to be either impudent, impotent silence, or a cowed and fearful answer. He opted for neither, wrenching against the arms to try and lift himself up just another inch more, meeting Ganondorf's glare with the wide eyed gaze of a madman about to toss himself off a cliff.

"Fray. Myste." Why shouldn't he know his name, after all? He was proud of it, even now, on the brink of what looked to be potential death by torture. It was not quietly uttered, but proudly hurled upwards like a challenge. "What your opinion is of it and me is as shit as your fetid fucking power."

A slight tilt of the head- acknowledgement. Both at the name, and that Fray still sought the path of pride. His lips twitched, but not into the ugly cackle there was before; Ganondorf's own solemn dignity had reasserted itself, particularly now that there was no more of a fight to be had. Now was the cleanup, so to speak, as he leaned down and forwards.

"I commend your spirit, Fray Myste, if little else. And I have questions for you - if you are sound enough of mind to answer them."

He is...asking? As opposed to demanding? Yes, and again, it is another probe, for there is another, unspoken question there as well; Are you going to cooperate, or do you need to be broken?

The exhale he made sounded painful as Ganondorf leaned downwards. That armor wasn't going to protect him for much longer at this point, a thought that made him briefly pine for the quicker comfort of a spear to his side. Pressed to death didn't strike him as a particularly quick ordeal.

At least that rage seemed to be fading somewhat, or perhaps it's pointed tip had become blunted. By pain, by fear, by exhaustion, it really didn't matter, and as Ganondorf posed his question, of all things... The battered knight laughed, the sound soft, mirthless and cold. With a soft clink, he let the back of his head hit the floor, staring up at the other man.

"Fine. Why not." Well what else was he supposed to do now anyway? Squirm around and scream? No, he was going to make some cursory effort to scrape together some of his dignity.

It might be interesting to note, that as the Demon King above composed himself, so too did the knight upon the floor.

For better or for worse, it earns a 'mercy'. Satisfied that his dominance has been firmly established, Ganondorf finally, finally shifts his weight- it is a matter of balance to keep where he is, one foot still firmly on Fray's chest, but the gloom hands are doing the bulk of the work holding him down. And most of Ganondorf's formidable mass rests on his other foot, leaving Fray able to breathe.

He won't bother asking Fray if he really thought he could make a difference, here. It's as obvious as it is irrelevant. What is relevant, however...

"How did you come into control of your art?"

Because it's also obvious to Ganondorf that Fray's method of learning...was less than ideal.

He took a ragged gasp, desperate to fill his lungs wholly again, letting it all rush out again in a heavy and relieved sigh. Whatever, he'd take what respite he could right now. Fray wasn't about to thank the man above him about it, that sigh would just have to be good enough. Then again, he was fairly certain Ganondorf wasn't expectantly awaiting a show of manners from him.

He barely shifted beneath the Demon King, just enough to find some kind of comfort there on the ground, the gloom radiating and dripping from the grasping hands threatening to seep through the cracks in his armor. It felt so breathtakingly cold that it almost burned, or perhaps so impossibly hot that it felt freezing, he couldn't tell which nor did he particularly care anymore at present. It'd all be gone soon anyway.

"Learned whatever I could from my master." The phrasing of which heartily suggested even he knew it wasn't enough. The man who had taken him in and taught him had died long before he could ever hope to impart everything, and the matter of continuing that education was left up to Fray to figure out on his own.

Basic respect warranted certain allowances in return. Positive reinforcement works on even dogs, after all. And while the gloom hands grip tight - even squeezing as if to affirm their hold - they do not outright stop him from seeking comfort.

Though there's a new one gripping his helmet. Tugging insistently. It appears Ganondorf wants to see his opponent's eyes without the shield of metal they wear.

"Are they dead?"

A simple question.

He stiffened suddenly as the hands grappled with his helm, jerking his arms by instinct to try and swat them away and yank the concealing helmet back down again. The barrier had always been comforting, Fray having always been more than happy to assume the role of a faceless protector. Something between himself and the raw, often overwhelming feelings of others.

The helmet was easily removed, of course, leaving the face of the battle scarred youth visible. His lip curled, betraying the rage that still yet simmered just below an otherwise now icy surface. A scared and angry mongrel still waiting for its chance to bite. It looked as if he forced himself to remain even as he replied, though his jaw remained stiff and his fingers gouged furrows into the floor beneath him.

"He was murdered." So yes, dead. Abruptly and unexpectedly so. "Pointless information to you, why ask about the backstory of a 'charlatan'?"

Young. Trainable, though clearly not tractable. Still. Ganondorf's lips curl as well, forming a cold smirk of his own as he tilts his head in acknowledgement.

"Because I can only assume your master saw the glimmer of potential I see in you," he says, blunt and direct. "You barely have a grasp on your power as it is, and no hope of learning more except through correction. And I will admit some interest in seeing just how much you could wield, given the motivation to learn."

His leg shifts slightly again, though not necessarily intentionally. An adjustment in his posture to allow Fray just that much more motion as the foot on his chest moves to his abdomen.

"Perhaps I could even teach you enough that the next time you bite, you may actually draw blood."

The insult in there was far from lost on him, something he just figured was intentional. Could only assume he had potential, could he? Well Fray personally wasn't in any position to suggest otherwise at the moment, now could he? A master of the art wouldn't be knocked to the floor in a matter of seconds after all. Embarrassing, was what that was, and Ganondorf would get the pleasure of watching Fray almost visibly bite his tongue to keep from spitting out another ill thought out remark. Let it never be said that he couldn't somewhat manage diplomacy.

The knight felt and saw the foot shift, and he attempted to at least move a leg himself, trying to bend his knee. A trying if not impossible task considering the malice-made hands that gripped it. He made a soft noise of disgust.

"You'd waste your time and mine with that offer? You're welcome to call me a charlatan, you're opinion is shit," for all the venom in the make of those words, the spirit was far less heated. That ice cold tone remained, sharp and irreverent. "But you're delusional and an idiot if you thought I'd agree to that. Hurry up and kill me, I've grown tired of this farce."

If Ganondorf was annoyed by the fire, he showed no sign. Indeed, what he did show was the opposite; his smirk grows as he tilts his head slightly, the gloom hands quick to reassert their grip on Fray and pull, forcing him fully exposed. Even the one that rid him of his helm finds a hold, this one, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling harshly to force his neck back and force him to meet Ganondorf's gaze.

"Were you this impudent to your former master?" An amused question. "Did he need to break you, too?"

As well as gripping him tightly, Fray will feel the fingers of those hands press at him. Growing longer. Thinner. Almost like tendrils, seeking to find the clasps of his armor to rid him of what protection he has - and if they cannot find them, they will simply burn through the weakest connections.

Ganondorf's foot moves lower. Resting at Fray's codpiece.

"What was his method?"

Fray grit his teeth as a hand grasped at his hair and yanked his head into place, the molars grinding together in his jaw until he thought one may very well pop from the stress of it all. Each and every one of those fuckers tightened their grip upon him, it was impossible not to notice, and it was with barely contained revulsion that he was finally forced to acknowledge the growing fear in the pit of his stomach. Only a mad-man would feel nothing after all, but those inward reassurances did very little to grind away the ensuing humiliation of knowing he was frightened. The knight's cold, bone-white glare locked brazenly with Ganondorf's own, the look in them more reminiscent of a cornered dog than a proud, unbroken knight; feral, wild and fearful.

He'd have been thankful for the rage that bubbled upwards as Ganondorf had the infuriating gall to mention his late master, had the foot resting between his legs not been there. No, instead cold fear mingled with burning outrage, and he wrenched violently against the hands as they picked and pulled away at the straps and buckles that kept his armor in place. If Fray had any possible inkling of what this all foreshadowed, he gave no indication of it, latching on instead to the blatant disrespect of the man he once called master.

"He had the bearing and mean of a man worthy of my respect." Unlike, so it was implied, his present company. "A feat I've yet seen accomplished here." He spoke slowly, taking pains not to weave any direct insults into the words. In an attempt perhaps to direct further commentary elsewhere, hurling the metaphorical gauntlet down at Ganondorf's feet.

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Tuesday Taboo

TABOO meme

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Prompts

sure but ima break dat ass

i don't think that's equivalent exchange

do i look like an alchemist

my ass tho

asschemist?

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you say that but i'm pretty sure if i googled that i'd find SOMETHING

Don't tempt me Frodo

fine i'll put on full metal masochist instead

oh thats my favorite prog metal band

sweet mine too

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