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This is the tail end of Part 3 Of The Seymour x Aizen Porn Post-Mortem. Thanks LJ entry size limit! I had no idea that you even existed. :(

Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
17 09/08/09 05:13 PM Seymour 315 85 65 45 45 10


He allowed his gaze to sweep over Aizen. In his own clothing once again he seemed severe, masterly, commanding - his thoughts flitted briefly to the masters of the monastery in their penance robes. But that was the past, and this moment, in which he seized both of the loose ends of the rope in his swift hand, was the present. And Aizen was no monk.

With his other hand he slid something towards himself from the side of the bed - it looked like the back of an enormous painting, there was even the suggestion of gilding on the scalloped edge as it turned out. A heavy leather hanging-strap was nailed some distance from the top. Seymour fed his rope-ends through this loop, and then with some effort drew them out, hoisting the thing up by its strap.

From the sag of the rope, and his obvious difficulty in handling it, this was a very heavy object. Nevertheless he slid it back on its catch towards the bed and tied the end of the rope around the span between the bedposts - an uncomplicated provisional knot.

Then, using both hands and all his concentration, he lifted the thing away at one end, and turned it around.

It was a mirror nearly four feet across and six high, including its luxurious frame. It barely fit between the bedposts. He dipped the top under the rope, then let it fall, and he was hidden behind it then as he untied his original knot and hoisted the mirror up by its catch as high as it would go - indeed, it butted up against the canopy over the bed. It trembled as he tied it off, and then hung freely.

He appeared at Aizen's side a moment later, blandly indicating the bedspread before them with one huge hand.

"If you will make yourself comfortable, we can begin."











The Revelation of The Mirror, the completion of the ceremony, and the point at which Aizen must clearly give consent or withdraw.

There are only two things to note about this tag.

First, it took me a day and a half to devise a way for a single man with normal strength to hang a huge mirror at the end of a bed in such a way that there is no sign of what's happening until the very end. He slides the mirror over, rests it against a bedpost outside of the canopy, sets up a rope tie which serves both as pulley and mounting point, and lets the bed frame serve as a horizontal wedge. I enjoyed the technical challenge very much.

Second, in leading through the ceremony, I had intentionally ramped up the pressure on Aizen-mun much more so than Seymour had pressured Aizen. I wanted her excitement in order to assure his complicity. Dudes are gonna call me on being skeevy beyond belief for doing any such thing, but those haters can fuck off. I was creating something beautiful with the intention of making a real live person happy. I don't go through trouble like this for the emphereal and informed happiness of imaginary characters in an artificial setting. Once again, we come back to Elf's Means To An End.

KINK SCOREBOARD:

Kink NAILED IT
Humiliation
Masturbation
Obeying questionable orders eh~
Katoptronophilia HEADSHOT
Writing on people


ROADMAP:



In the next part: Aizen's reaction, Aizen-mun's reaction, and incredibly hot things that happen while people still have their clothes on.
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Part 3: From your desire, this star; from this star, my course.

When we last saw our heroes: Well Aizen was just about fed up with Seymour's nonsense.

I had begged Aizen-mun for a bone, but hard on that, I basically left the house for a while. I can't think about sex and sensuality in any meaningful way while holding still. I had to take a nice long bike ride. Thinking about this now makes me very unhappy as my bike was stolen a couple days ago. The bike ride that Cracked Aizen's Case was indeed a pleasant ride.

It was late afternoon and warm. There's a walking trail that curls between several nearby towns, and lots of brushy forest and little creeks on either side. The roundtrip is about ten miles and for the first seven, I assure you, my mind was even more empty than usual. I was just working very slowly on a single idea.

Why would Aizen Sousuke want to be in that bed.

At the top of the trail I turned abruptly and headed back the way I came. The tall wildflowers bowed in the wind and the deep green blackberry brambles looked lush, I remember admiring them and their trembling fruit. That was what was wanted: a trembling lush ripeness ready to be taken. How to evoke it.

It was useless to try and figure out some kind of canon-related reason. I didn't know anything about his canon. I barely knew anything at all. However unlike the void that confronted me with Kasumi, I did have something: Aizen-mun's letters.

That player had picked that character and this situation, and there were these letters.

Aizen will not submit out of cowardice or fear, he can't be threatened, and if he can be coerced it won't be by any kind of simple and obvious method. What was it that he had said: ""If you know who I am, why are you going to such lengths to test my patience?"

He's powerful, like a god. Seymour isn't that powerful. In fact Seymour has exactly three tricks: he's smart, he's a smooth talker, and he has the informed attribute of being good at fucking. The magic and whatnot is just dress-up: all submissions must come back to these three tricks in the end. All his dominations are psychological first and foremost. How can anyone psychologically dominate a god?

Only a god could do that. How to present Aizen with a god's authority: wait. Aizen-mun's so-specific fetish: "...especially since most of my kinks are sensuality based, for instance katoptronophilia (mirror fetish) or...." The mirror. Of course.

But it wasn't enough to just plunk him in front of a mirror and announce "be impressed with yourself please! ♥" There would have to be ceremony in which he is led to the correct frame of mind. The ceremony would require a contract, the contract would require consent. He must be made to consent: what makes him consent. What brought Aizen-mun here in the first place: curiosity.

This position would rewrite all the events of the scene to this conversation:

"I bet I can dominate you."
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see that."

As I pedalled up the trail back home, the sun was setting. A lovely rose-scented breeze blew up off the houses and gardens on the left. I felt very good about that ride; I had been so deep in thought that I hadn't realized how fast I was going, but I was sweating like a pig and felt a line of attack on Aizen growing over my previous uncertainty like a scar.

Consent & Ceremony: Tags 7-17

Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
7 09/07/09 04:21 AM Seymour 203 70 45 55 65 15


He didn't answer right away; rather, his pale eyes closed against the excruciatingly erotic sight of Aizen's compressed lips, and he was still and shuttered.

Within, he sank into profoundest thought. His mind unfurled in a luminous network of dark blue dreams and he tested each possibility-of-Aizen that occurred to him as though this were only a complicated game that he had begun.

it will not
no, this is not
impossible to
it is too remote
what a mess it would leave
without the use of
unavailable here, even if it would
that would kill
he would never accept
more than I can

At last his fingertips touched the shining smooth surface of the correct path, and he emerged into it as though surfacing from deep waters. His eyes opened; they were peculiarly bright and warm, and perhaps even sympathetic. It had been only a few seconds.

"You flatter yourself; it was not difficult. I discovered many remarkable things about your body while you slept." He sat at the edge of the bed, well within Aizen's reach even as he was mindful of the dangerous expression that illumined his dark eyes. "You who have no equals: shall I tell you what I learned?"
















I began the ceremony at once, anticipating that I would obtain consent by the immediate appeal to Aizen-mun's curiousity. This stage is like opening the temple doors.

It was necessary to show Seymour's re-assessment - essentially rebooting the scene - after he'd shown such weakness earlier. This was a shot across the bow: "I am changing the rules starting now, and something magical is going to happen, if you want it to. If you let it." It's difficult to say how this affected Aizen-mun at the time - she would have to hustle over here and tell us - but I felt it almost as though I were physically constructing a foundation on which to build.

Note the little juicy bits of implication there. All kinds of gore, rape, and power are hinted at, and gently turned away in favor of something else. Anyone even a little curious could not fail to wonder "what on earth could be better than gore and rape?!?!!!" The kicker is an insult ("it wasn't hard to kidnap you, mr. god") and a blatant appeal to Aizen's vanity. And yet after all that, look at Seymour sitting nervously at the edge of the bed!



Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
8 09/07/09 07:37 PM Aizen 196 70 50 50 60 15


Aizen's fingers tightened imperceptibly in the smooth folds of fabric under them, watching the stranger's eyes willfully close against the sight of him. A few seconds were a considerable amount of time; in the space of so long he might have exercised his will to leave a little more determinedly. As it was, he waited until the grey eyes opened once more, and though the subtle softness of them was instantly unnerving he made no attempt to disengage his own.

Nor did he move away as the stranger settled beside him, despite the intimacy of his sitting so close. His weight on the edge of the bed disrupted the level plateau of the mattress beneath him, and his hip nudged the stranger's back before he self consciously drew himself away from the contact.

The spoken words, in the meantime, melted into the back of his spine, flickering interest mounting in the roaring wake of impotent rage; curiosity. He weighed his words carefully before he spoke.

"I suspect that your revelations might come with a hefty price." But he was not a miser, and his eyes narrowed subtly before he continued. "What is it that you want?"





Confronted with an emerging splendor and the promise of hearing all about himself, Aizen's force is blunted immediately.

He perceives that he must give consent and balks from it. Yet he's interested - certainly, he is interested. The bait has been taken up, and now it is a question of not tearing the hook out of his mouth before he bites down.



Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
9 09/07/09 11:02 PM Seymour 265 75 60 50 55 20


A boy has his companions, who fill up the silence of his days with noise, play, combat, exploration, threats, treachery, warmth; from this a man emerges who carries his childhood ruckus with him in his smiles and jokes and the way he takes umbrage and in what he finds lovely. In Seymour's smile there roiled the soundless sacred space of his temple exile and, attendant upon it like a funeral upon death, an unreal and furious hunger. But these things were of course invisible to those who had no comprehension of loss, isolation, rejection, or greatness.

This was the manner of smile with which he answered Aizen's protestations. It contained, too, an element of trust as fine and bright as the filament of a lantern. He burned where the swordsman had pressed against him, though he was motionless, and avid.

"All I ask is that you will allow me to show you. Should you find it unedifying, I will not prevent you from leaving. Do I have your consent, Captain?"

He barely looked over his shoulder at all; there was no need to. The long legs tangled in his sheet covered in fine chestnut hairs, with horseshoe indentations at the outer edges of his kneecaps; or the hands whose fine fingers bore characteristic calluses between the first two knuckles, yet which barely had fingerprints at the third; the forearm whose blue veins submerged into the cords of muscle in a pattern that suggested low and menacing storm clouds - he was already a master of these details and many others. No need to be greedy.






Here the bait is sweetened by two details:

1. Seymour Is Deep Waters - worthy of a god's attention, and capable of having experiences and performing actions that would be novel even to a god. This will be good, I promise. That's what he's say-showing here.

2. A taster - when the promise is "I'm about to tell you all about yourself", it is always nice to know exactly what kind of All-About-Myself will be delivered. It is made explicit here that the knowledge to be bestowed is sensual-physical - this intentionally plays on the mun's interest in his or her own character in addition to playing to the vanity of someone canonically self-interested.

The request for consent is made explicitly. The stage of the ceremony is: the revealing of the artifacts and relics. The alchemy performed here is that it makes a virtue of the Creepy Strategy that I had recklessly heaved into at first! "Sure buddy I kidnapped you and took all your clothes off while you slept. You wanna know why?" The crime is subsumed in its product.

It doesn't cancel the initial fault, but it does make a manifestation of delicious criminality out of a rather low and gross piece of dodgy behavior. Is it enough?




Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
10 09/08/09 12:28 AM Aizen 223 75 60 50 55 15


Aizen's knowledge of all four of those things was impersonal. He was a study of other people's human behaviour, and whilst he had certainly achieved greatness it was not an experience; he had been born with the greatness instilled in his very essence, and he had become it. Still, he paid careful witness to the surface feelings that the stranger allowed to mask his face. Until he knew him better, however, he would be at a permanent disadvantage.

He knew this game; he could feel the broad strokes as the stranger painted them, and he had settled upon his curiosity immediately and expediently progressed to wielding something secret and ungrasped above him as though he could simply reach out and take it. The question was whether or not he could trust the man to not simply tug it away as his fingers closed around it.

His voice, when he finally resolved to speak, had fallen a pitch lower. It rumbled, threatening with darkness but also underlined with a low laughter.

"If you wish for my consent, you will have to trust me with the power of your name first. There may be other stipulations, but I will decide on them as we proceed." It was anything but a surrender, but it was a step up from 'You were not brought here to speak'.





I think that while Aizen's narrated and expressed lack of interest in Seymour's Specialness (bullet #1 in the previous tag) is power-grabbing, Aizen also leaks a little control between the narration of 'a step up from' - itself implying that he was a step down in the first place - and a stipulation on consent. In general everyone's position holds steady here. But Seymour would snatch on that stipulation as though it were itself an agreement.

This is the first tag in which Aizen consents and participates in the ceremony. While he says 'there's a stipulation, and there may be more stipulations' - just doing so is taking the a step into the metaphorical temple: the space of interest and wonder which Seymour has promised and controls absolutely.




Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
11 09/08/09 01:08 AM Seymour 156 80 65 50 50 15


"My name is Seymour Guado." He answered immediately, then rose and ducked behind the bedcurtains. His voice called back to Aizen, indistinct, from the southeast quarter of the room beyond, "I am fetching your clothes; that should please you."

A door opened, somewhere. There was a heavy sliding sound and the light, dry, pleasant, condescending voice drifted back to the bed again. "Your insistence on terms and conditions is admirable, but unnecessary. Is it so impossible to believe -" There came a grunt here before Seymour resumed, his words overlaid by a hissing shushing that drew closer as he did. "That you were brought here under exactly those conditions that would make your voyage palatable to you?"

The bed shook briefly as though struck by something heavy, and his head poked through the curtains once more. He tossed a handful of loose light garmets on the bed - white, black-cuffed, with rather severe tailoring. "Get dressed."



Ahaha check that out, Seymour takes "maybe" for "yes" and proceeds to sail off as though everything that follows is a foregone conclusion. Was it?

This tag sets up a sequence that was necessary to me as a player much more than to Seymour as a character. I knew fuck-all about Bleach or Aizen. What does this Aizen guy wear? How does it go together? Ffff hey I've got an idea, why don't I have Aizen show me. So Seymour dumps his clothing on the bed and says 'get dressed, sugar.' This wound up being a much more interesting decision strategically than it was tactically, as we will later see - and it was already pretty interesting tactically. Coincidentally I extracted a little revenge on Aizen for dumping his naked angriness in Seymour's bed in the first place.

Overall this order was an economical and efficient piece of action that would continue to pay dividends for the next dozen tags at least.

A few signatures of control:
1. Condescending tone: to be administered only to non-threats.
2. Seymour off-scene: he's off controlling a part of the scenery Aizen can't see and Aizen-mun doesn't know about. While he's doing so, he's basically untouchable.
3. An order which sets up a lose/lose situation for Aizen: either follow Seymour's instruction, or stay naked and vulnerable. In fact this would be called out explicitly in the next Seymour tag.

After all that, flipping Aizen a name to work with was a bagatelle.

Ceremonially speaking, this is the reading of the litany.




Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
12 09/08/09 03:56 AM Aizen 155 80 65 48 50 15


A name, and finally he is on a level playing field with his companion. Seymour. Guado certainly isn't the name of any noble families he's aware of. Though in any other circumstance such a thing would have immediately brought him to register him as below his class, the simple eloquence of his words forces him to believe otherwise.

As clothing is tossed carelessly beside him on the bed, he reaches out to curl his fingers around the fabric. He doesn't immediately move to move to dress, though he does lower his eyes to his closed hand in idle contemplation. When he actually speaks his smooth voice is not directed toward his companion, but to the bed, and his breath ghosts across his own skin as he speaks.

"It seems to me that you went to a remarkable amount of effort to strip me if you intended your first order to be for me to redress."



There's actually not much Aizen can do right now while remaining civil. Certainly, he could at any moment bust out and punish Seymour for such profuse insolence. But he doesn't - because it's undignified? Because he is curious? Because there's some kind of higher power at work?

The way he directs his words towards the bed rather than his opponent speaks to his loss of momentum and creeping loss of control. It's a submissive act, to be honest. Perhaps Aizen's first genuinely submissive act in the thread.

He calls out Seymour for ordering him to dress after taking such trouble to get him naked...




Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
13 09/08/09 06:03 AM Seymour 136 85 67 48 45 18


Seymour regarded him with an expression of eloquent surprise, not that Aizen was paying attention. "Your first order was for your clothing. Now you have it. If you hope to spite me by remaining naked, I must admit -" A soft sigh uncurled in his voice. "I would find it infuriating."

He sat again at the far corner of the bed and watched Aizen steadily. His robe hung open nearly to his waist, exposing a chest ridged with promiscuous muscle and engraved in black ink, and his hair seemed to runch at the temples like the fitful curls of a young girl. His long fingers shifted in a pinched yet elegant movement that suggested nearly that they had sneezed. Aside from this last peculiarity he seemed, perhaps for the first time, perfectly at ease.

He waited.



....and walks right into a wall. Not only does Seymour have a deeply unpleasant answer waiting for his inquiry, it is an answer that is earmarked as following Aizen's own order from his first tag in the thread. Good work me! That was just awful.

Seymour gets comfy on the bed to watch the show, with little hallmarks of weirdness in attendance. Being a little weird tends to keep the ball in one's own court. The next time we're in prison, I'll show you how it works.

This represents a ceremonial rebuke: Aizen does not have the proper holy frame of mind to refute any doctrine presented in the litany as he attempted to in the previous tag. He must be broken to the law.




Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
14 09/08/09 06:46 AM Aizen 298 85 70 45 45 20


There was something almost unsettling about the thought of redressing in front of someone. He was being watched, as though his compliance in the act was simply a show; a demonstration for private eyes. It was so immensely personal that he briefly hesitated before he withdrew the first item, a white shirt with no sleeves, and corrected it to the right position before him. His fingers closed together to perform the necessary maneuvre of threading them in through the holes, but he felt no better with the garment on than he had been without it. There was certain eloquent surity to nudity that he lacked partially dressed.

It felt uncomfortable, a truth bourne in no uncertain terms. Something he had never practiced, something undeniably human and trivial, and yet it had never been shared with another. The question was only how Seymour had known - if he had known at all - that this might bring him such discomfort.

Apart from the single hesitation, and one firm glance toward his observer, he showed no other sign and continued to dress in silence. He pulled his coat purposefully over his bared arms, then moved to the edge of the bed when it was necessary to rise to finish dressing. His face had resumed the fine lines of something a little more business like, the curious smile waning just as easily as it had waxed. His legs - long and unwieldy unclothed and hardly the legs of a self-proclaimed god - moved from one concealment to another, although the curtains had none of the warmth that his body had transferred to the sheets. With only the briefest of grazing glances toward his companion, he reached across the bed behind him for his hakama and the burgundy obi that accompanied them.



A magical reply from the perspective of the dominant. Aizen's unease and awkwardness, his disconnection from his seat of power, and yet his sense of purpose as he obeys - absolutely wonderful. In fact I hadn't even thought about how awkward it would be to dress in front of someone. This layer of power was painted and surrendered by Aizen-mun alone. I think this is probably the point where I started to genuinely enjoy Aizen's response just as a beautiful response - rather than the rather masturbatory gratification of seeing my plan come off so well.

One of the traits of Aizen tags that I would come to love is their emotional translucency. And here, especially - so much three-dimensional detail here - expression and thought, physical action, reflection on the past, contemplation of the future. This was a great tag and worst of all check the timestamps: Aizen-mun popped it out so fast!




Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
15 09/08/09 02:08 PM Seymour 270 80 70 45 45 15


There was nothing of satisfaction or vindication in Seymour's faintly pompous expression. He tilted his head a little to better see the curve formed by the long muscles of Aizen's back and shoulder as he shrugged into his shirt; the jacket bored him, but Aizen standing was not unpleasant to regard, though there was something deliciously silly about such a tall man wearing no pants. He watched with particular interest the coy show of long thighs that shifted behind the length of his jacket.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he stood. Ducking behind the curtains again, he spoke again: "You may dislike this next step, Captain. Be easy."

He must have moved to the far end of the bed. The curtains were suddenly parted there, and Seymour had a long length of dark red rope in his hands that gleamed like satin in the low light. He seized the rope approximately at the center and let the rest drop to the floor; the look of concentration he wore, and the way his hands shifted, suggested that he was evening the ends. Then he let it slide between both hands as he spread his arms; that seemed to satisfy him, and he tied it nearly as high as he could reach onto one ornately carved and turned bedpost. He then stretched it - not too taut, as it was visibly sagging in the centre - to the other bedpost at his left, and tied it there at the same place. He turned the ends over the tied length; they fell abundantly onto the bed, bouncing, with fat tassels at their tips.



Seymour watches, a little mockingly, and then shoots off to do more Generation Of Drama.

This tag was intentionally set up to foreshadow a bondage scene. The rope - itself an ornament, fat, red, and tasseled. The bedposts - classic place to tie someone to on a first date. The methodical way that Seymour measures and adjusts the rope - even as Aizen's next tag would note, it is... what was the delicious phrase Aizen-mun used? "Aesthetic compulsiveness" that is so well-developed in the art of bondage.

A tertiary level of control over the scene: letting Aizen-mun assume that what was coming next was bondage, when, in fact, it was something else entirely. This misguidance was the final stage of the ceremony, setting everyone involved up for the Revelation Of The Mysteries.




Tag # Timestamp Author WordCount SM-Control SP-Control AM-Control AP-Control Smut
16 09/08/09 04:38 PM Aizen 292 75 65 50 50 20


Trust, if only in his own grasp of the situation, was all that was truly necessary to advance through it, though he did incline his head slightly to look over his shoulder. He watched with unashamed interest as the man reappeared through the curtains with nothing less than a piece of rope held in his long, strong hands. Aizen spared a moment to observe him in silence, undisturbed by the suggestion in his actions, and rather more curious about the abnormalities in the stranger that he was now free to observe at will. Beside the obvious inhuman attributes, there were intricate tattoos hinted at from beneath the loosely tied kimono. They were oddly primal, if only for their decorating a clearly masculine chest. Seymour displayed a desire for order with his attention to the rope; or perhaps an aesthetic compulsiveness.

His attention returned to his efforts to dress, and he leant into the curtain, the luscious fabric trailing across his face like a lover's carress as he rose to his feet. It parted around him and settled again, and he found himself in what was an incredibly sparse room. It was clear that the bed was the centerpiece; all of the warmth and decoration in the room was confined within the encapsulating curtains. The effect for anyone of lesser will than his own would, he assumed, be to draw them back to the warmth as quickly as possible, but instead he took his time dressing properly, and moved one hand deliberately to check that his hair was in place, rather than tousled from sleep.

Feeling infinitely better, he turned once more toward his bed, lifting away the curtain with the back of one hand. He waited for Seymour's attention in patient silence.



Aizen himself is in a holding pattern in this tag, interested despite himself. However the tag itself carries a lot of secret heat - suppressed eroticism seems to well up from it. The details of Seymour's body, the shocking coldness of the empty room contrasted with the voluptuous bed, the way in which Aizen adjusts himself - it's all pitch-perfect, a final shriving. Aizen is nearly kneeling at the altar here.

When I talk about things like this, I don't mean to give the impression that I in my genius foresaw all of these details and Aizen was operating within my confines like a puppet. It is so far from that. The reason why Aizen-mun quickly came out as a superior partner and Aizen as a superior character to play against is because I would keep setting up these situations, and Aizen would completely fulfill all their possibilities. Like with the detail of feeling awkward while dressing, or adjusting his hair in this tag - his responses are profoundly characteristic, profoundly aware, profoundly gratifying. In Aizen-mun's vivid depiction I could see all the effects of Seymour's actions so clearly.

The way that Aizen was led through the stages of this ceremony is nothing like how a dog is led, and everything like how a dance partner is led. No matter how interesting the steps, I would get bored and oppressed quickly if my partner didn't fill that dance with his or her own light, grace, and ornament.






OMG I have overrun the entry size limit. Tag 17, kink scoreboard and roadmap in addendum post!
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Part 2: Seymour Guado, You Ain't Nobody's Boss

Chart Porn; or, putting values on the invaluable.

Let’s talk about chart porn.

So whatever, I already have a reputation for being obsessive. I can’t tank that any worse: I am unquestionably very obsessive, just like many other people are unquestionably very stupid or very unpleasant. But you don’t see me casting aspersions, do you? No, that’s because I have boners I need to get involved with.

This Aizen thread was very important to me for a number of reasons both as a writer and as a sympathetic person. I had an exquisitely keen sense of the fluctuating power levels in this scene - I could almost feel Aizen taking control of the scene in places, and also, with (and as) Seymour, it was equally intense and specific.

There are about 50,000 different power games going on in this thread both IC and OOC and at the twilight margins of both. If I diagrammed all that out it would take a hundred years. Instead, I’m going to quantify and talk about five different kinds of energy:

Seymour’s Mental Control
/ Aizen’s Mental Control - Each character has a level of mental control over himself, his partner, and the situation. Mental control includes: being the guy who is making demands, being the guy whose demands must be followed (there’s a difference between these two, you know), confidence, grasp of what the other guy is going to do, control of elements of the environment, etc.

EX: When Aizen shows up in Seymour’s bed announcing “give me back my clothes, my lad, and nobody will have to get hurt” - he has a high degree of mental control over himself, and more than a little over Seymour, who now has to answer the implicit threat and explicit demand.

Mental control of the scene is not a zero-sum game: both characters can have a high degree of mental control at the same time, and it is actually this situation that I like best. The opposite of a cold war!

Seymour’s Physical Control / Aizen’s Physical Control - Like mental control, there is also a kind of control that has to do with the control of space and of bodies and of contact. Taking up a lot of room physically, initiating kisses or caresses, doing things that require the other guy to respond physically - whether in motion or arousal or whatever else - that’s all physical control stuff.

EX: When Seymour directs Aizen’s own hand to his own nipple, he is expressing the almost complete physical control he holds at that point in the proceedings. He is more or less free to do whatever he wants to with Aizen’s body at that point.

Again, it’s not a zero-sum situation and again, I like things best when both parties have a lot of control over each other - which is the case in most sympathetic passion.

Ambient Smut Level - sexuality has its own kind of power, which influences everyone involved in ways both subtle and gross. I rate the Smut level of a scene based on the degree of appealing sensual and sexual detail - think of it as a “that’s hott” factor.

My ideal situation is to max out all five levels.

All quantifications are non-percent numerical values from 1 to 100. They are highly subjective - the numbers I will be presenting here are completely my own invention and reflect only my own experience, and it’s likely that Reg saw everything quite differently.

Tag #TimestampAuthorWordCountSM-ControlSP-ControlAM-ControlAP-ControlSmut
109/06/09 09:30 AMSeymour1816565404015
209/06/09 10:51 PMAizen3315050555515
309/06/09 11:47 PMSeymour1315555555520
409/07/09 12:21 AMAizen2155040607020
509/07/09 01:07 AMSeymour1396545506522
609/07/09 02:07 AMAizen2546045556520
709/07/09 04:21 AMSeymour2037045556515
809/07/09 07:37 PMAizen1967050506015
909/07/09 11:02 PMSeymour2657560505520
1009/08/09 12:28 AMAizen2237560505515
1109/08/09 01:08 AMSeymour1568065505015



The Tags: 1-6
- I will be reproducing almost all tags in full since they are too dense to excerpt in most cases. The flow of information and implication is pretty important.


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109/06/09 09:30 AMSeymour1816565404015


We start in a familiar place: here, in the tyrant's bed.

The light that spilled from the ornate filigree lamp was dim....

"Forgive me; it was more expedient this way, my love."
As noted in the Kasumi write-up, this is a tag that posits Seymour as reasonably in-control of the situation to begin with. People entering this thread have to do so in a way that explains why this pervert is addressing them so familiarly, and most people (okay all people) chose to interpret the situation as a kidnapping, for better or worse. Whatever, that still means Seymour is in control.

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209/06/09 10:51 PMAizen3315050555515


Maroon lashes fluttered as he stirred from his slumber; unconsciousness clinging futily in an effort to prevent him from waking. The dim glow cast by the lamp was familiar and comforting in its own way, resembling the languishing decadence of his own bedchambers.

If not for the heady incense he might not have awoken at all, but as he shifted into a more comfortable position - the naked cobbles of his spine dragging against what could only be his own sheets for how soft they were - an inhalation of the scent burned its way down the back of his throat, destroying the illusion. His brown eyes finally opened completely, and in them hardened an instant comprehension of the obvious facts: this wasn't his room, it wasn't his bed, and someone - or possibly something judging by the sound on the other side of the curtain - had placed him here while he was sleeping.

It was a man's hand that parted the curtain, not a monster's, and for a moment he suspected that this might simply be one of Gin's jokes. The face that followed dissuaded him of that notion immediately. The stranger had strong features, cobalt blue hair, and striking eyes that clearly swept in an unreserved examination of his body.

He responded wordlessly at first, his languid movements as he rose to sit reflecting only confidence and fearlessness. The situation might be new to him: finding himself naked in a stranger's bed, confronted by a declaration of love - because really, how ridiculous! - but the actions would always have been the same. Satisfied, but still unashamed of his own nudity, he settled eyes that were now as hard as granite on the mysterious stranger and spoke.

"Everyone is forgiven a single error in judgement. Return me my clothing immediately, and we can forget this happened." His voice is a dulcet baritone, but every word sounds with authority even though he doesn't raise his voice beyond conversation level.
Aizen's first tag hahaha I seriously did goggle a bit at this. (Incidentally there is running commentary on this stuff up to a point over here. "And now you have a tag~ I genuinely hope that you enjoy it." Aizen-mun notes, as though it was no particularly big deal. The first of many tildes that she would come to inflict on me.)

This tag instantly indicated Aizen as a threat to Seymour, and Aizen-mun as a threat to me. He's why.

1. Totally attuned to environment - touching, looking, sniffing, remembering, interacting. This world that I had built was instantly hers as well, at least within the bedcurtains. I lost a critical degree of momentum right away.

2. Naked and pissed - naked I'd seen before, but pissed I had not. This recontextualizes Seymour's position: something is going on here other than a little gentle bodysnatching - this was Seymour trespassing upon a powerful man and stripping him and who knows what else. It was actually a huge curve ball to pitch my way right out of the gate, even if it did presume tremendous power on Seymour's part.

3. Already barking orders - well I mean, not barking, but still: the first friggin' thing he says is an order backed by a threat. Jesus Christ how could this possibly lead to anything but a fight? And immediately Seymour is forced to answer the order and the threat rather than dictating any further terms and policies.

OHSHIT. This is not a helpless character or an unimaginative player. You can see me directly take five psychological steps back while I desperately try to concoct narrative out of what Aizen-mun had pitched at me.

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309/06/09 11:47 PMSeymour1315555555520


Seymour was indeed examining him minutely, his focus sliding almost tangibly from the nape of Aizen's neck to the intricately masculine bones of his wrist, and from there he began to silently curse the rumpled sheets. Though he was unconscious of it, he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

He suddenly had a visceral flash of memory: undressing the unconscious Aizen, whose light, luxurious clothing seemed to melt away in his hands; the strong tanned body emerging as though a genesis. He'd suffered the momentarily dizzying sensation that he had created Aizen in his nakedness rather than unwrapping him.

"How sad that so splendid a form should be wasted on so incurious a mind." He replied, his tone as bittersweet as the incense. "Your reputation exceeds you, Captain."
So my immediate first-tier solution is:

1. Get creepy
2. Talk smart

Don't underestimate the power of getting creepy, guys. Do not write it off as the express province of actual IRL creepers or the product of a deranged mind. Controlled creepiness is guerilla warfare: the idea is to force your opponent to back down by punishing their progress with creepy tentacles. It is a low and ignoble victory, but it is still victory.

In going directly to creepy, I basically abandoned the field to Aizen-mun's direct physical and psychological dominance. I fled before the army even really showed up, to continue the metaphor at painful length. Creepiness makes a bad first resort.

Talking smart - I mean, that just works. Smacking a dude down makes that dude small and you big. But in a situation like this it reads to me as talking instead of doing. Rather than answering Aizen's threat like a gentleman, Seymour is answering it like a bureaucrat - with words and inactivity.

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409/07/09 12:21 AMAizen2155040607020


Aizen was distinctly aware that every detail of his body was being absorbed, as though the steel grey eyes were sponges. No, not absorbed: devoured, if the lascivious wandering of the stranger's tongue was to be taken at face value. It was triviality that he simply allowed it. This man could be no threat to him.

His elegant fingers smoothed across the thin sheet that concealed him, then curled almost carelessly amongst the folds of silken fabric, prepared to throw it aside so that he could physically remove himself from this situation. He halted, however, even as the muscles in his arm visibly tensed, and he raised his face subtly; just enough to look down at the stranger, even from his position on the bed.

Setting aside a sharp response regarding his curiosity, he settled on what he considered to be the more important comment. This man had known who he was, and yet he had proceeded anyway. Just who did he think he was? Clearly finding out was his first priority.

"Then I am at an immediate disadvantage," he prompted. "I am not in such a fortunate position as to know who I am speaking to." It went unsaid that perhaps this was because the stranger didn't have reputation enough to attract his notice.
To which Aizen responds, basically "I see that you mean to answer me like a bureaucrat and not a gentleman. Also, I'm taller." Note the details of physical supremacy in this environment. I feel them very sharply and was genuinely shaken. In fact, I was starting to lose confidence in myself completely.

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509/07/09 01:07 AMSeymour1396545506522


"That is because you were not brought here to speak."

This was not true, in the strict sense of 'truth.' Yet where truth is not useful, it should not intrude; so he thought as he watched Aizen's fingers, with their peculiarly precise knuckles, slide over the sheets as his own fingers had slid over his taut abdomen. How vicarious this pleasure.

There was a banked fire in Aizen's expression, and in the threatening curve of his body, that inclined him despite himself to be cautious. Yet there was no sign of unease on his features, nor tension in his tattooed shoulders. A sharp metallic taste rose in the back of his throat, and he smiled - a quiet, secretive, unpleasant smile.

"Were you aware that there is an almost perfectly flat morsel of skin behind your right ear?"
Three separate people, including Aizen-mun, told me that "That is because you were not brought here to speak." was a great line and a genuine slap in the face to Aizen. Yet I can't personally extract it out of the failure of the rest of the tag - more creepiness and effeminate twiddly bureaucratic detail. While I awarded hefty Seymour Mental Control Bonus Points!!! based on the positive responses to "...not brought here to speak," I maintain that Aizen is clearly and vastly winning the Who Is A Big Man War, claiming more and more space physically and mentally. At this point in the thread I still have not even recovered from Aizen Victory Point 2: Naked And Pissed (otherwise known as "why am I here?")

I noted as much explicitly in the OOC thread:

I should say for the benefit of our viewers at home that this scene is particularly challenging not only because Aizen is a little uber, but also because I'm so unused to be seriously challenged at all.

Moreover I'm having a lot of trouble managing the physical space: Aizen is big, and he is capturing big areas of the space available in this scene both mentally and physically. Whether out of perverse embarrassment or reluctance to get inelegant, I have been opting to shift into notions of obscurity, silence, and penetration rather than overt physical overpowering. I feel that I do not have a grasp of the momentum of this scene, and this makes me confused.

While this is very rare for me, I am actually blocking out this scene IRL so that I can re-grasp the physical aspects in play.

The question permanently hollering at me is WHY - not on Seymour's part, that part is obvious to me (only) and one of the few aces I feel are solidly in my hand. But what motivation can Aizen be provided with?

DON'T ANSWER THAT QUESTION. This is my puzzle and I will conquer it.


Aizen-mun replies

My only suggestion is that perhaps over the next few posts, I can provide a little character insight through his actions and reactions that might provide, both for yourself and Seymour, some kind of prompt or suggestion.

And as a note I often find myself copying the previous comment into the box so that I can snip out the bits that I have to remember to respond to.


That would definitely be good, as my ignorance is at least part of the reason I'm struggling. At the same time: how dare you indulge me. I will break you.

Also, I enjoy the ambiguity and challenge, though they are torture. Also I will slit your throat for that OOC comment on your last (wonderful) tag.
Was my answer. The OOC comment, by the way, was "Just let me know if it gets too much ♥" I was basically crying aloud for mercy and guidance.

At the same time, Aizen tags:

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609/07/09 02:07 AMAizen2546045556520


The instant effect of those words was to quiet any more words immediately. It wasn't obedience so much as righteous indignation, which bubbled up in his chest like caustic soda, threatening to burn the skin and give the petty feeling away. Nobody had ever - not in a hundred and twenty years - dared to say such a thing to him. Yet this stranger - and it seemed that he was determined to stay a stranger indefinitely - had done so almost off handedly.

Just as the stranger remained impassive, so too did Aizen. The smile that he recieved was eerily familiar, and yet for once his own cruel smile was completely absent, leaving behind a guarded expression in its wake. His lips were pressed into a strict line, brown eyes smouldering with something that was far from pleasure. He challenged himself to speak if only to break the silence, only to find himself interrupted before he could begin.

This man had undressed him. He had laid him bare and mapped every part of him as a lover would, while he could not so much as lift a finger to prevent it. Without his permission.

He was not often angry, and he had never demonstrated it. This, however, had ignited a quiet rage beneath his fingertips and behind the curtain of his eyes. When he speaks, however, there is a note of genuine curiosity in his voice.

"If you know who I am, why are you going to such lengths to test my patience?
Super, angry god on Seymour's hands. No problem, I was already doing so well. Note too that my Creeper Strategy comes back to bite me in the ass here so hard: now not only is Aizen enraged, he is also unquestionably justified. This is why creepiness is not a first-tier strategy, gang.

I lost. By this point, I had completely lost and was utterly foundering. I couldn't answer the question: why is Aizen there, and what does Seymour want to do with him. Without that answer, I had no way to motivate either party, much less beat Aizen into a corner as he so richly deserved, and the scene would just end.

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That's where matters stood at the end of tag 6: lost Seymour, supreme Aizen. By tag 11 this situation would be almost totally reversed. Stay tuned!
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Man the post mortem for this incredible thread with [livejournal.com profile] godmodeing is going to be epic and probably around 10-12 parts I should think.

While I'm gearing up for it, have some fun statistics!

Tags in thread: 84

Elapsed time: 13 days, 5 hours, and 16 minutes
Average elapsed time between tags: 3 hours 49 minutes
Standard deviation for elapsed time between tags: 5 hours 32 minutes

Total words in thread: 23461, oh my god
Average words per tag: 279
Std. dev words per tag: 85
Longest tag: 504 words, by Aizen, at 5:52 AM UTC 9/10/09
Shortest tag: 131 words, by Seymour, at 11:47 PM UTC 9/06/09

I haven't broken down word counts per user yet, but Aizen probably leads in avg word count per tag by ehhh I'm guessing 50-65. Aizen also had much greater variance in word count per tag, whereas I tended to hover around the average.

I was joking in IM with some people about the kinds of arcane graphs I was going to need for this. One of those people was [livejournal.com profile] godmodeing, who was basically like, "but are you really joking?" And no, I guess I wasn't. There are going to be hella graphs and charts.

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