#★ ❛ │ the puppeteer. ( & . OUT OF CHARACTER )

[simpjaes]

mtl corruption kink? 🥹🥹

hyung line + corruption kink

★ heeseung:

wants a girl who has no fucking idea what she's doing and no idea what sex is supposed to be like specifically so he can train into into the little sex puppet he's always wanted. given, you'd probably enjoy every second of it, he'd make sure of that. any pain will always be met with equal pleasure, and he'd never actually hurt you or act like he doesn't love you even for a second. it's just...upon learning how innocent and untouched you truly were, how could he resist? And you'd do so well too, molding into exactly what he wants, to the point he'd probably never leave you out of fear that you'd moan like this, or move like this, for someone that isn't him.

☆ sunghoon:

sooooooo gentle but so fucking cocky. he'd love to have a girl so innocent and sweet, whether she's had sex or not. sure, sunghoon looks vanilla but he is so, so, so far from it and showing you the ropes regarding the world of kinks is nothing but a pleasure and need at this point for him. to see your eyes glisten through an orgasm you didn't even realize was bubbling up? yeah, baby, fuck yeah. i think he'd probably be less aggressive than heeseung, but with his corruption would come a lot of degrading comments before the praises. like "fuck, you sure you don't know what you're doing? look at you take it." while he's training your needy pussy to take way more than in comfortable, followed by a "so good baby, just a bit more, you can handle it, right?"

★ jake:

have you seen this mf? sure, i would love to think he's just a stammering and shy puppy boy that would prefer to be corrupted himself but this is jake. the fucking jake sim, who would probably not realize he's corrupting you until the pretty girl who choked on just half of his cock is suddenly taking all of it and deep-throating like a champ. it's just who he is, any girl that gets his cock out, innocent or not, learns how to fuck it just because he's so goddamn hot and being the person he gives his cum to is something anyone would beg for. additionally, he's definitely the type to go fast, deep, and hard without realizing. so yeah, the corruption would be entirely accidental but goddddddamn would he find it so hot realizing how much you've turned into a cum-slut for him.

☆ jay:

nah mf, you gotta corrupt him. does he need it? no. jay knows very well what he's doing when it comes to a pussy but having a more experienced woman show off her skills on him and play along with his fake ass little "idk what to do" vibe is something he'd probably cum to death for. sure, he breaks character mid-fuck and takes over, asking you to call your pretty subby boi "daddy" and demanding that you admit to liking it more when he's stretching you out knowingly. idk, i think he's the switch of all switches. Loves being called "baby", loves calling his girl "baby. Loves even more when you call him" daddy" like you didn't just ride him into fucking oblivion while he whimpered and begged for it. [im not biased at all fr]

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?

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×A/N×

Hey!! Yes, I know, I have some few inbox that I should answer, and don't worry, I will, just let me do a quick post here- -w-

So I'm back with the promised WH headcanons! And I hope you will like them :D

(And yes, it has a short plot now. I did it. I wrote it. ✨

×❢ About my work ❢×

Fluff fluff, all is fluff! No pronouns used for the reader, but good boy/girl mentioned, even if it's expected, there's no smut. Although Howdy is a bit teasing, but it's not r rated so •-•

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Howdy Pillar, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Eddie Dear, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The Characters / The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: LoveGame by Lady Gaga

('cause that is next on my playlist •_•)

“Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame

Do you want love or do you want fame?

Are you in the game?”

(All illustration belongs to Clown!)

Wally Darling

It was quiet in his house, even Home didn't let out a single crack until this moment. There was just one problem. You haven't seen your dearest puppet oh so long ago. The plan was that you two will have a cuddle time together, but he was nowhere. 

You got up from the couch and carefully looked around in the house. You cautiously called out his name, but no one responded. 

You walked around in the house a little bit, hoping to find him. 

He had his own painting room where he could make his own fantasy alive with the brush. 

You walked closer carefully, not to scare him. Even so, he could actually clearly hear you sneaking up behind him, but he was more focused on the picture. 

You peaked through his shoulders to see what he was up to. 

Oh. My. Gosh. Your heart skipped a beat. He was painting a picture of you. How cute! Wally was a very talented artist and you were very amazed in this moment. He always did such a great job. 

"This looks so great, Wally! You are such a good boy!" you said quietly, while you gently placed your head on his shoulder. 

• it comes off to him like compliment

• and it's from you

• his sweetest neighbour

• of course, he is happy! ♡

• "Thank you, Neighbour!"

• he smiles at you happily, hoping that you like his work

• "Do you like it, Neighbour?" 

• omg ofc you like it! How could you not?! 

• He is so happy about the compliment and about that you're liking his work. 

• he just stares at you happily with open mouth, listening your cheerful voice while you commenting of him and his art

Eddie Dear 

Eddie came home and you could tell, he was clearly exhausted. Poor boy, running back and forth all day, and do this job all alone, it must be tiring. 

He got down next to you, just quietly lied down on his back and put his head on your lap. 

"Hey." you said softly, curling his hair gently with your fingers. 

"Hey, love!" he looked at you with his tired eyes, but his lips still curled up into a kind smile. 

You were resting quietly in the warm room, just hearing each other's calm breathing was enough relaxing. 

"It must be hard for you to do this job all alone, Eddie." you said quietly, no to destroy this calm moment that you have been in for awhile. "You're such a good boy!" you chuckled. 

• he slowly opens his eyes, looks straight up at you

• look, idk if they can blush, but now he does it okay? 

• like his face is completely red

• he always gets so flushed when you complimenting him

• he's so flattered 

• and so damn cute ♡

• he's speechless, he can't think of what he could say

• so he just simply says

• "Oh... Erm... Thanks, (Y/N)!" 

• he will definitely give a kiss to your hands in return

• Your compliments mean too much for him ♡

(a.n: btw I love Edddie, he is such a sweetheart 🥺 ♡

He is definitely my favourite character beside Barnaby! ★) 

Barnaby. B. Beagle

 He knew that work is tiring for you and you had a long day. He wanted to do something pleasant for you. He couldn't cook, it was too difficult for him and he didn't wanna blow up the kitchen with his tryings. So instead of cooking, he cleaned out. It was not as perfect like you would did it, but it was acceptable. He was already finished when you were standing in front of the red and blue colored door. It was easy to recognize it. It had similar colors as Barnaby and it was the biggest door in the neighbourhood. 

He opened the door with a happiest smile on his face. He was clearly missing you. He let you in and you immediately took a seat on the comfy couch. 

Just a few minutes after you had some chance to look around. The house wasn't perfectly clean, like you could still something in the conner, but it was enough to make you feel happy and greatful about Barnaby. 

"What a good boy!"

• omg i can imagine how his tail starts wagging

• I mean he's like a dog, but different, but still a dog, so what did you expect?

• he definitely loves it when you call him a good boy

• he just listens your soft and lovely voice while you caressing and rubbing his fluffy head

• he especially likes rubs behind his big ears

• will rest his head on your lap and just melt in and let you to pet and praise him

• probably will bite you carefully in an affection way

• or slobber on you occasionally

• he wants you to say it more times, so he'll try to make you proud as often as he can

• he absolutely loves it ♡

"Thank you, Barnaby!" 

Frank Frankly

You wanted to see your partner's reaction too much to lose this idea. You leaned forward in the chair to get a better look at Frank, then you called him. 

"You are such a good boy, Frank!" 

• he looks up at you strangely and confused

• you can't help, but giggle a little bit cause the frustration

• "Well... Thank you, (Y/N)..." 

• then he goes back to his job

• probably he has to do something with those colorful bugs what are around him

• seems like he found a better company than you :") 

• you stood up and got over to him, tried not to hurt his garden and the bugs

• "But seriously, hon, I do think that you're doing an amazing job!" you said it softly as you hugged him from behind.

"Thank you, Darling." he smiles at you adorably

• he still adores you dw ♡

• but he definitely likes dear, hon, love or even darling more :D

• (btw I think it would make him uncomfortable- not sure, but I feel like- lol)

Howdy Pillar

You rested your arm on the counter as Howdy checked your items. You watched his movements. Slowly tracing your eyes from his face down to his hands, paying attention to details as well.

"Y'know, you do so much work in this place, Howdy. Like a good boy." You added jokingly the last sentence, didn't think of it too much, though.

He stopped moving for and looked up on you. You look directly in his eyes, getting red of embarassment.

"I mean-" You looked away sheepishly. "Not like that, just... You're doing such a good job here, y'know? It must be hard to keep this place alright by yourself." you chuckled awkardly, trying to change the awkard mood that you accidently did.

Howdy was still looking at you, but he didn't seem nervous or weird out about this. He just stared at you and then suddenly his lips curled into a kind, but a teasing smile.

"Yeah, it is." he answered.

He already put in a bag the last item you have bought of him, then he gently gave the bag to you with his third hand.

"You wanna drink a quick Dark Roast with me? Or if you prefer it more, you can have orange juice, or tea." he leaned closer to you on the counter.

"Sure." you said.

He walked away from the counter as one of his hands started to lead you beside him.

He glanced at you with a smile and said

"You still have to pay, though. Don't think that I'll forgot."

• omg-

• i don't think he'll mind it y'know

• but he prefers call you a good pet/boy/girl

• he may get teasy about it

• beside that, he will treat it as a compliment (cause he really deserves it)

• call him often, he won't mind

• just please don't call him like that in public :>

• he's cool with it :D

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— THE IMITATION OF ART: heartsteel!yone x reader

KINKTOBER DAY FOURTEEN: HUMILIATION ᥫ cw: nsfw, humiliation, teasing, masturbation, a bit ooc yone i think (oops) ᥫ wc: 1997 ★ i need this man so badly .. so very badly i need this man ... anyway this was an idea ive had since . like 2018 but never had the proper character to write it for lol (yone my saviour) wahaha i hope yew enjoy it (ᗒᗨᗕ) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— DATING A CELEBRITY WASN’T SO BAD.

[♡]: not when you were dating a guy like yone; smart but not to the point of being obnoxious, loving but not to the point of suffocation, playful but not to the point of immaturity, he was the perfect package, wrapping carefully in tightly fitting dress shirts and adorned with fresh bouquets every visit to your apartment. it came with additional perks too, like the small slice of fame that reflected off your boyfriend and onto you.

IT WAS A GUILTY PLEASURE, one you didn’t dare indulge as often as you’d like, mostly out of worry it would turn into a habit.

But there you were, sitting half-naked on your desk, a hand shoved between your thighs and the other tightly gripping your mouse. You swallow heavily as you scroll, bit by bit, eyes scanning over filthy words as you read— read about you and your boyfriend.

Yone kissed their neck, hungry. His fingers trail down their stomach like butterfly kisses, stopping to rest just above their core.

They whimper, a soft thing that drives Yone insane. He leans against their ear and growls.

“I’ll ask you again, what exactly were you doing with Kayn?”

Oh, it felt sinful. Completely and utterly so.

You didn’t intend to get hooked on reading internet fanfiction of you and your boyfriend, truly it started out as curiosity when a fan had asked the group about it during a live they did, and you had overheard. You overheard Yone’s confused tone as he processed the idea of fan-made fiction about him and his bandmates.

So, out of pure, innocent curiosity, you looked it up later that night. You wanted to know what his fans wrote about him, you wanted to know how they thought of him, how they saw him. Very quickly you learned that they thought of you too. At first, it was strange reading your own name like that, to essentially be a puppet to their silly fantasies, like children playing with dolls and mashing their faces to make them kiss.

And at first, you found some pretty sweet stuff. People writing about how they thought Yone would surprise you at work (not that they knew what you did for work), people writing about what sweets he would spoil you with (though they completely missed your preferences), people even wrote about how things might’ve been if you two were married (and it was such a sweet thing to think might happen).

Then, as quickly as the small peek you said you’d take, you found a multitude of certain, more mature stories revolving around you and your boyfriend. Even some of your boyfriend and his bandmates, Hell, even some of you and his bandmates. It was strange, far weirder than reading about Yone taking care of you when you were sick or being strictly work partners and having to share one bed. Yet, you were drawn to them, far more than you’d like to admit. It was definitely something to read other people’s sexual fantasies of you and your boyfriend, but at the same time it let a pit of arousal bubble in your gut.

His fans were definitely imaginative,even more than you and Yone. They’d write such nasty things about what they think you two did or what they’d like you two to have done, all of which were definitely things you hadn’t even considered trying with your boyfriend. Honestly, part of you felt a bit ashamed for not thinking these things sooner. Reading fanfiction of you and your boyfriend filled your head with all sorts of new fantasies, new possibilities; ones you couldn’t wait to bring up to Yone the next time you had him naked in bed.

But for now, when you’re still too shy to bring them up and Yone is still too busy for anything too intricate in bed, you settle on getting yourself off every now and then reading some smutty fanfiction on the internet in the darkness of your room.

Your hands move along to the words on your screen, immersing yourself in the story by following them like they were instructions. A soft whimper leaves your lips as you picture Yone doing all those filthy things to you, his big hand keeping your hip in place while his other hand pressed just below your navel, his hot breath fanning moist huffs and groans into your ear, his large, muscular body eclipsing yours. 

Yone’s fingers stroked at their inner thigh, teasing them as they whimpered and arched their back against his chest. His chuckle vibrated against their back. He used his other hand to turn his lover’s head to face him, pulling them into a hungry kiss. Their tongue fought for dominance as Yone’s hand continued to stroke at their thigh, inching closer and closer to their core.

You gasp as your hand does the same, rubbing slow and gentle circles on your skin until you reach your heat. Following the fic, your fingers lightly trace over yourself, a shiver running down your spine at the contact. You moan, softly and quietly, somewhat restrained as it usually sounds whenever you find yourself lurking through the depths of some fanfiction website for a new fic to read. You buck your hips when you slowly move your fingers up and down the length of your heat, almost languidly stroking yourself as breathy groans spill from your lips like a plea. Your back arches slightly and it’s getting a bit harder to keep reading, but you try your best to anyway, straining your eyes to focus on the words, to read and reenact every single word. 

Yone’s hand caught their juices, further lubricating his fingers as he fluidly moved them up and down.

Your fingers slick up from your actions, the sticky, wet feeling engulfing each digit, lubricating them.

He pulled his hand off his lover, earning a desperate whine from them. He brought them up to his face to examine the juice on his fingers.

Your hand meets your face, eyes watching the way your own slick drips from the tips of your fingers and spills down to your palm.

He smirked as he licked his lips before bringing his fingers into his mouth. His tongue ran over his fingers as he licked them clean.

Shakily, your fingers press at your lips. Your quiver as you let the part and bring your fingers into your mouth, the salty and slightly bitter taste instantly meeting your tongue. You whine at the taste, muffled by the way you involuntarily press your fingers against your tongue.

Strained, you whimper around your fingers as you lick at your digits, lapping at your slick and making yourself savor the flavor. Instinctively, your hips buck, desperate for some more friction. Every noise from you is suppressed by the occupancy in your mouth, saliva drips from the corners of it as you gingerly thrust your fingers in and out, as you press them against your tongue. Your head tilts back, eyes shut tightly as you part two of your fingers and let your tongue run between them.

“‘Yone pulled his fingers off his mouth and whispered into your ear. ‘Taste so good, baby.’ Oh my, how naughty. Is this really what you do when I’m not around, my love?”

You nearly choke on your fingers as you jolt at the voice behind you and at the sudden weight that leans over you. You quickly withdraw your fingers and hesitantly look up, only to meet exactly what you’ve been dreading; your boyfriend catching you in the act.

His handsome face is illuminated only by the brightness of your computer screen, his expression unreadable from the angle you’re looking at, but you can make out the faintest trace of a smirk. His hand finds its way above yours, taking the mouse and scrolling a bit further down to read more. You sit there in perfect stillness, mortified that your dirty little secret was out, not only out but out to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend knows you’re reading fanmade fiction of you and him fucking. He knows you’re reading fictional porn.

You feel embarrassment— humiliation, even —seep into your veins, gradually replacing the pleasure that once coursed through them. With furrowed brows you watch him, hawk-like, as he reads paragraph after paragraph. Still, you feel your thighs twitch with anticipation. Watching Yone from an angle like this was very hot, the contrast of light against the shadows on his face made it shine in such a mesmerizing way and the way he had his chest firmly pressing against the backrest of your chair, ultimately pressing against you, was so assertive, it was dizzying. You swallow dryly when he stops scrolling and glances down at you with a curious expression.

“Well, don’t let me stop you, my dear,” he says, his tone almost taunting, “you’re barely half-way through this story. Wouldn’t you want to finish it? Aren’t you curious to know what Yone does to you?”

You draw in a shaky breath. “Y… Yone, that’s—”

“Hm? Shall I read it to you then?” He asks in faux innocence, then transfixes his gaze back on the screen.”’Yone leaned against their ear and growls in it.’ Ah, so like this?”

Yone mirrors what he’s read, leaning closer to you so that his lips are barely grazing your ear. You whine quietly as he chuckles, deep and rough sounding against your ear.

“Do you like this, my darling? Is this fun to you?” He asks, and you notice he’s making his voice sound just a bit huskier.

You gasp. Slowly and shamefully, you nod your head. “I… It is…” Your voice is quiet, almost a ghost of a whisper.

Your boyfriend chuckles again. “It is? Then why won’t you finish it? I want to hear you read it out loud, my dearest.” He punctuates his demand with a tender kiss on your temple. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

Again you swallow dryly, feeling your heart pound against your chest as you give a small nod in response. He nods his head towards the screen, urging you to read off it as you touch yourself. Yone’s hand remains on the mouse while the other rests on your bare thigh, soothingly and tenderly rubbing against it, encouraging you further.

You draw in a shaky breath and return your slightly trembling hands to your core, sliding them up and down the length of your heat. A whimper leaves your lips and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Can you read what’s on the screen?” Yone asks, voice gruff and deep.

You swallow again. “‘Y… Yone’s… uhm… Y-Yone th-throws hi-his lover over his shoulder… a-and…’” You pout, looking up at your boyfriend, pleadingly. “I-I can’t… it’s—”

“Embarrassing?” He finishes for you in a tone similar to the one he used when he scolded his bandmates. “Tell me then, my dove, what’s embarrassing about it? Seems to me you’re quite used to reading these things. Ah, then perhaps it’s because I’m here, hm?”

You open your mouth to speak, but quickly find the words dying in your throat and crawling out of it in whines and incoherent pleads. You see the dangerous glint of amusement shine in your boyfriend’s eyes, and you get the feeling he isn’t going to let you off the hook so easily.

On one hand, you were embarrassed beyond what words can describe. You felt sort of guilty too, like you had been disrespecting him behind his back for too long, which really, you kind of had been. Looking at Yone now, you can’t fully tell what he thinks of your actions, if he’s condemning you for the sake of condemning you or if the amusement in his eyes leans a bit closer to arousal. But then again, on the other hand, the whole situation felt hot to you. Caught getting yourself off to fucking fanfiction of you and your boyfriend of all things? It felt like you were living in one of them right now.

“Hm…” Yone hums, his gaze returning to the screen for a second before turning back to you. “I think it’s best to start over from the top, don’t you, my dear? I’d love to see you recreate this for me.”

A wiper leaves your lips as he tilts your chin forward, forcing you to face the screen. Perhaps dating a celebrity had more perks than you thought…

[cherrycherryking]

Wally x gardener puppet? Idk the concept to me seems cute,,,,

the concept is SO cute!! I know it was just supossed to be wally x reader but i looove concepts for welcom home characters!! like, how would you interact with the neighboorhood? what stuff would you teach?

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wally darling x gen!reader (platonic or romantic!) + drawings

Gardener Puppet Reader

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✧You're a puppet like Wally or Julie! Your little house is mostly took over by the garden behind it, and most of your segments take place in your work table.

✧You talk about...well, plants! Easy ways to start kids on gardening with plants like beans or herbs. Your segments crossover to recycling and all things around taking care of the planet.

✧For this reasons you would often appear with Frank when it got to talking about insects or more technicalities about plants like bees or their life cycle! With arts and crafts to reuse trash Julie and Wally would accompany you :)

✧When not in your house you could be seen taking care of the flowers around the neighborhood, stocking food on Howdy's store or bringing fresh produce for Poppy's baking segments!

✧Look!! Its You!!! (or just an outfit idea)

✧Only gray so you can decide the color palette. I also thought it would be funny for you to be a scarecrow but that i leave up to you.

───────────.★..─╮ Wally x Reader part!! ─..★.───────────╯

✧As said before, Wally would appear in your segments about recycled projects

✧I like to think that Wally is really good at all types of paintings but not so much with arts and crafts.

✧Everytime hes your co-host the camera will be looking at you doing an explanation of the steps, cut to wally and:

✧Home has pretty white flowers outside, so you take care of them :) A good couple of episodes start with Wally looking out the windows or getting out of Home and saying finding you there!!

✧One day you decided to gift your friends some pretty plants, and for Wally you decided on an Aloe.

✧He's so so happy with the gift!! He promises to take good care of it.

✧It was nothing really, Wally has always been a dear person to you. He was so calm and smooth and charming that you couldn't help but want to hang around him all of the time.

✧And it seemed he thought the same about you,

✧Your patience with his mess ups, your sweet words of encouragement, the care you took of Home so its flowers and bushes were always healthy made his heart melt!

✧That's why he looked so sad when you opened the door after you heard his knocking.

✧"I am so sorry y/n, the plant you gifted me died :("

✧He kept apologizing but you stopped him, telling Wally it was okay! It wasn't yours but his, and you didnt felt angry or anything.

✧"Aren't you mad at me?" "No, of course not! If anything, i'm more curious about how it got like that..."

✧You gave Wally an Aloe plant on purpose. He was a little uhhhh lost some times! head empty, so you choose a plant that would do just fine with little care.

✧But it seem he took too much care of the Aloe. It got like this thanks to overwatering.

"Its okay" you told him, holding his face on your hands. "You just worried too much for the little guy."

"Oh- haha, I ruined because I overdid it?"

"C'mon! You didn't ruined it. Lets go to the back, i'm pretty sure we can still save the aloe. This time i'm going to give you a better guide to take care of it."

His gaze softened, leaning his head to one of your hands. "That sounds nice..."

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can you tell how excited i got with this? can you tell?!?!?! it was so fun omg

PLEASE!! pleasepleaseplease send me more asks about ideas for you all self insert! tell me if you want a puppet or like a human costar like sesame street.

[elennemigo]

This is gonna be long so buckle up! 😁

2

★ Eric official trailer released.

★ New character poster.

9

★ "Benedict Cumberbatch, Abi Morgan and Lucy Forbes on New York puppet thriller Eric" (Royal Television Society)

14

★ "Benedict Cumberbatch is a troubled puppet master in new Netflix series Eric" (Entertainment Weekly) (my gifs)

★ Eric Special Q&A and screening for SAG AFTRA. (Gallery) (my post) The q&a will be uploaded to their YT channel.

15

★ Benedict did promo for Eric at FYSEE24 in Los Angeles. (Gallery)

★ Panel with Benedict, Gaby Hoffmann, McKinley Belcher III and Abi Morgan after the screening at FYSEE24. (Gallery) (my post)

20

★ Eric UK Premiere. (Gallery) (my post)

Panel with Benedict, Gaby Hoffman, McKinley Belcher III, Abi Morgan, and Lucy Forbes.

Clips x x x x

Interviews: HeyUGuys (my gifs)/ Virgin Radio UK / Jodie McCallum / London Live / PA Entertainment / The News Movement

22

★ Benedict in conversation with Zoe Ball on BBC Sounds. (there´s still time to listen this interview!)

★ Benedict and Eric featured in a few magazines. Check the scans here, courtesy of benedict-cumberbatch.com

26

★ "In the mystery Eric, desperation and decline manifest into a life-size monster puppet." (LA Times)

★ Benedict Cumberbatch in Netflix show Eric: Dressing as monster is 'one of the most ludicrous things I've done' (BBC)

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★ Benedict Cumberbatch warns history is repeating itself as streethomelessness soars. (Big Issue)

I´m gonna put all the press junket for Eric he did here, even tho they came out in different days, so they´re all together:

Metro Entertainment / Today / Sunrise / Bonnie Laufer / On Demand / Collider / Digital Spy / BAFTA / DC Film Girl / WHYY / Pix 11 News / Paul McGuire Grimes / LBC / ComingSoon.Net / Radio Times / Sky news/ Channel 4 (my gifs)

29

★ Patrick Melrose debuted on Netflix US platform.

★ Lucy Forbes shared photos of the cast & crew on the set of Eric on her IG.

30

★ Eric premiered on Netflix!

★"Benedict Cumberbatch Battles Inner Demons in Eric." (TUDUM)

★ "Puppet Master" (Queue Netflix)

These interviews included a new photoshoot! (My post)

★ "Benedict Cumberbatch on exploring dark characters in new Netflix series, Eric." (Irish examiner)

★ "Benedict Cumberbatch breaks down Eric's twists and turns: ´It's about the mess of being human´ " (GQ magazine)

✧ ── ⋅ FIN ⋅ ── ✧

There was a lot to compile and i might had missed something but hopefully, most it´s here. Enjoy! 😊

[bohnoo-loo]

!! ATTENTION ALL FURB ENJOYERS !!

DISCLAIMER: As part of this project, I am not going to remake the entire movie. I am just putting together a pitch presentation, trailer, or advertisement.

For my college project, I get to reimagine a piece of media and attempt to make it better, and I've chosen to do Furby Island because I need a Furby Island remaster in my life.

I will be making redesigns of characters, likely rewriting them. Certain things in general will likely be redesigned, but I do plan to keep the plot rrrrelatively similar? I definitely hope to flesh it out a bit, though.

★ !! As part of this project, I've been asked to research other people's ideas, so please, if you're interested, share anything that you've ever thought about being fun or silly, or better, as part of a remake of the 2005 Furby Island movie !! ★

I've considered the idea of it being a show instead of a movie. Furby Island 2005 was going to get a series based on the movie's plot, but it ended up being scrapped. I'm sort of torn on it. I plan to have it changed to 2D puppet animation because we all know the tragedy that 2005's CGI was, and 2D is seen more in shows than films. Idk, feel free to put your opinion down in the poll below!

If you've taken the time to read this, thank you very much!!

[candyh0rns]

MEET THE ARTIST

So hi there folks! I decided to put some information about myself here! ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧

"PERSONAL" INFO

• I go by name Mozzy/Candy Horns

• I'm 17yo my birthday is on 11 August

• You can use any pronouns, I don't really

care about that ;0

(I just don't feel comfy to reveal my gender online so I think they/them will be the best choice for me)

• I live in Poland

• I speak in english/polish (mi jaja)

• I LOVE CARTOONS 🫡🦅🦅🦅

LINKS ↓ 💛💛💛

📷 Instagram

🎧 Spotify (playlists)

💐 Pinterest

Q&A

• REPOSTS - I really do not like that, unless you credit/tag me in repost then go ahead💖

• ART COMMISSIONS - I'm not into any commissions for now, but it's not crossed out for future ;D

• ART TRADES - Oh sure! If I find some time I would love to trade!

• ART REQUESTS - For now, nah :p

• ART COLLABS - Yea sure! But not always I have time for that 🥹

• Had any more questions? Feel free to ask!

FANDOMS

★ Sooo there is my whole list ↓

(idk if I remembered everything lol)

• Welcome home puppet show

• Adventure Time

• Steven Universe

• Digital Circus

• Sonic the hedgehog

• The Fairly OddParents: a new wish

• Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory

• Omori

• Gravity Falls

• Good Omens

• Stranger Things

• Indigo Park

• We Bare Bears

• Pokemon

• Luca

• Total Drama

MY CHARACTERS

So as you can see I have a few ocs, I'm planning to make a cartoon with them in future. For now they just my characters with a story attached to them :'))

Maybe I'll start a comic with them, who knows 🤷

Thanks for reading pookie

(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)💕

👁️

[marlkingdom]

Official images of the Marl Kingdom 25th Anniversary Collection have been posted! Below are the descriptions of the bonus features (machine translated):

★ What's included

· Game software

Contains three titles: "Puppet Princess of Marl Kingdom," "Little Princess: Puppet Princess of Marl Kingdom 2," and "Angel's Present: Marl Kingdom Story."

・3-disc original soundtrack

This 3-disc set of original soundtracks from "Puppet Princess of Marl Kingdom", "Little Princess: Puppet Princess of Marl Kingdom 2", and "Angel's Present: Marl Kingdom Story" includes the background music that enlivens the world of the gentle and warm "Puppet Princess of Marl Kingdom" series, created by Tenpei Sato. It also includes vocal songs that play during musical scenes.

・Visual art book (A4 size)

A 100-page A4-sized illustration collection including cover, featuring art from the "Puppet Princess of Marl Kingdom" series.

Contains over 150 illustrations, including character designs, package illustrations, backgrounds, and rare illustrations drawn specifically for various bonus features.

A book where you can enjoy the illustrations in large size, down to the finest detail.

・Set of 5 original reproductions (A4 size)

Five carefully selected illustrations from the "Puppet Princess of Marl Kingdom" series are included as A4-sized reproductions of the original artwork.

These reproductions bring out the charm of analog originals to the fullest, with delicate touches and color shading reproduced using a high-definition printer.

・Special Box (A4 size)

A special box with a luxurious design commemorating the 25th anniversary, which can store the above bonuses and the game software.

Additionally, pre-order bonuses from each official retailer have been penciled in on the official website:

[wibixthecowboy]

Play the Song: Part 10: Hope

Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker.

Warnings/Tags: !graphic depictions of panic attacks!, references to suicide attempts (no descriptions), references to SA (no descriptions), Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, justified angst, tooth rotting fluff, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, wholesome brother Gaz, touch starved Ghost, eventual smut, praise, choking, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), size kink, oral f receiving, ghost will do anything to get his dick sucked, idk I’m sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV  

A/N: Hello!! I am back! Thank you all for being so patient and amazing, I present to you, Chapter 10!

I will be adding warnings/tags as I upload new chapters so do me a huge favor and double check before you read! Nothing too bad YET but just make it a habit! They will always be added at the top of the list.

Words: 6k

Side note: All of these characters are fictional! Please don’t be weird about their real life actors, leave them out of this and be respectful!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Tag list: @urfavsunkissedleo @butskii @abbiesxox @itsasecrets-things @thatonewriterthatnooneknows  

    ★Flash   

The knife squelches grotesquely when Ghost pulls it from the man's neck, and it's casually wiped on the waist of his button-up. Red blossoms over the white cotton and despite knowing it's not from him, Flash can't help the small hitch in her breath.

It's presented to her hilt first, just inches from her face, but she's frozen in shock. The man's body lay awkwardly in the gravel, like a puppet whose strings have been cut, blood pouring from the now open wound at his neck. His chest stutters in an effort to pull oxygen into a pair of failing lungs. She can see the glowing reflection of windows in his wide, dark eyes, and moments later, the slow loosening of his facial muscles as he dies.

Ghost is watching her, and she can hear a faint mumble. Her name?

"Flash. We need to go" Ghost's words ring through her head like a bell and she snatches the knife from his hand before sliding it under her dress and into the sheath.

He moves quickly, throwing the limp body over his shoulder with ease before walking to the car and popping the trunk. Flash's eyes are glued to him as he drops the body in. The thud when it lands is deafening. A hot flash washes up her spine and she tries not to think about how casually Ghost closes the trunk and wipes his hands clean on his trousers.

Not quite knowing how to help, Flash walks over to the small patch of blood and kicks at the gravel. It doesn't do much, just creates a dusty sludge that bleeds into the soft velvet of her heels. Not that it matters though, the man's radio is already going off, a muffled and rather irritated voice calling out from inside the trunk.

When she's satisfied with the muddy brown concoction, Flash jogs over to the passenger door and slips inside. The door barely clicks shut before Ghost is speeding out the gates and swerving around a rather annoyed looking valet.

Flash watches over her shoulder for any sign of disturbance but instead notices Ghost's wolf mask tossed haphazardly on the back seat. In all the chaos, she'd missed him swapping them out. His usual balaclava has been pulled back on, hiding the strawberry blonde curls she'd had her hands in just minutes ago.

Flash's head thuds against the seat when she's finally sure no one is coming after them and she sags further down into the plush leather.

"Holy fuck." She breathes out and swallows what could either be vomit or a laugh. "There's a body in the trunk."

"Yes."

"You just killed him."

"I did."

"How did you-"

"Flash?" He interrupts her, eyes not leaving the road as he speaks. "Be quiet."

She glares at him and turns to make an off-hand comment about him being an ass but stops when she sees how rigid he is. Maybe she'd pushed a bit too far tonight. Maybe she hadn't pushed him far enough.

"How do you know he's not innocent?" She speaks softer this time, hoping she could sweet talk him back into the charismatic James she'd spent the night with.

"No one there is innocent Flash." His voice is cold and distant and entirely fed up with her pushing. She's on thin, thin ice.

"You could at least let me know next time. That really wasn't a fair warning."

It's petty. She doesn't need his warning, it's their job. But her mouth seems to be speaking on its own accord.

The ice cracks, echoing through the cavernous silence between them, and right as she's about to slip into the frigid waters, a life raft is thrown her way.

'What's your status?'

Price's static voice stops Ghost's response and he snatches the radio from where Flash had tossed it in the cup holder.

"Heading to the med bay now. Single casualty."

'Got caught up at the end then?'

"Somethin' like that."

The rest of the ride to the med bay is spent in silence. Flash stroking her fingers down the velvet nose of her mask and not thinking about ways to flay Ghost.

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    The cold concrete of the barricade seeps through the thin silk of Flash's dress and into the marrow of her bones. Despite Las Almas being a sauna during the day, its nights are shockingly cold, and in the middle of the desert with no buildings to block the brutal midnight wind, she is freezing.

"How much longer is this going to take?" Flash speaks into the cupped hollow of her hands. The warmth of her breath does practically nothing to stop the shivering.

Ghost had radioed into the med station a few minutes before their arrival to announce that they'd have a 'drop off' and to call in another car for the two of them to take back to the base. When they'd gotten there, Flash was immediately tugged through the main bay and into a blindingly white room that smelled so strongly of disinfectant, her nose still burned. She was patted over by a female nurse, given a curt nod, and pushed back out the door and towards a waiting Ghost. He'd mumbled something about waiting for a car and then walked them outside to a small retaining wall near the entrance.

"I don't know."

"Can't you just call them?" Flash asks, kicking another piece of gravel across the lot. The kicking had started as an attempt to scrape the congealed dirt and blood off her heel, but it only resulted in a thin layer of dust that covered both their shoes and a small hole.

"Call who Flash?" Ghost sits half hunched on the wall, arms supporting him on either side, legs crossed at the ankles, and looking utterly defeated.

"I don't know? The guy who's bringing the car?" She kicks a particularly large rock and it skitters across the pavement and bounces off a metal barrel, making a satisfying ring, so she does it again.

"I don't have-" His voice cuts off as she kicks another rock. "Jesus fuckin' Christ. Could you stop?"

"Don't be so fuckin' rude." She mumbles, and just to piss him off more, kicks another rock. Hard enough that when it hits the barrel, a small dent is left behind.

Flash watches through her periphery as he heaves a sigh, drops his head into his hands, and roughly rubs at his masked face.

She only lets herself feel guilty for a moment. He was the one ruining it. She'd been having fun at the gala. Despite the less than stimulating conversations, watching Ghost woo the various partygoers of Las Almas had been rather intriguing. Not to mention the dancing. Jesus Christ the dancing.

While the banter with the rest of the team had never gone as far as fucking her for god's sake, they certainly weren't holding church sermons. Price had chided her more than once for distracting the team while they were on the field and she was resting comfortably on the couch, radio in hand.

As soon as the words had left her mouth though, muttered into the silken hollow of his collarbone, she knew they were true. As much as he frustrated her, there was something about his presence that activated something primal inside her. That same primal feeling that had surfaced when she'd had him pinned to the ground and wheezing beneath her. It was addictive and dangerous.

"I'm sorry."

The words are spoken into the palms of his hands and although they sound forced, they seem genuine enough. She breaks from her all consuming thoughts and tugs at the hem of her dress in hopes that it would somehow extend to cover the bare few inches of skin that press into the cold concrete.

"Just don't be so uptight all the time." Flash bumps his shoulder with hers and offers him a small smile. "You'd be surprised how much better your life would be if you stopped all your huffing and puffing."

"You don't know shit about my life." The words are meant to be sharp, to ward her away from prodding further, but he speaks to his dust covered shoes.

"So tell me."

This stops Ghost's fidgeting. Flash thinks for a moment that he'll get up and walk away, leaving her to freeze to death alone. But he eventually drops his hands to his lap and raises his head to stare at the dark horizon.

"It's a lot."

Flash, despite his hunched frame and tired eyes, bumps their shoulders again.

"I don't see the car, and you can see for- I don't know," She peers dramatically down the road, "about ten miles."

"Ask Soap. He's a better storyteller than me." Ghost words are shortening, and Flash can see the wall she'd so carelessly blown through rebuilding. He's evading, and if she doesn't save it in time, who knows how long it will be until he's talking to her again.

"But I don't want to hear from Soap."

"You don't want to hear it from me either."

Flash sighs and then redirects. "What's your biggest fear?"

Ghost stills next to her, but this time she can see the hard set of his eyes softening, reluctance slipping away into indulgence.

"I thought you wanted to know about my life." He comments lightly, and Flash can't help but feel accomplished for recovering what little progress she'd made.

"I think fears tell a lot about a person." She hums, hoping her last-ditch effort at having a conversation sounds at least somewhat inquisitive.

Ghost's head tips up towards the sky, brow furrowed in thought.

"Throwing up."

"That's your biggest fear?" Flash doesn't have to ask to know that he's humoring her.

"What? Did you expect somethin' worse?"

There's a beat of silence, and then Ghost is speaking again.

"What's yours?"

"Dogs."

Silence again.

"Like pugs? Or-"

Flash shoves his shoulder and laughs loudly. "No you asshole. The big ones."

Despite the topic, a whirlwind of butterflies erupts in her stomach and the sound of their fluttering reaches her ears, filling them with a low hum. Then he's laughing. Not the small huffs from their usual teasing, full-stomach laughs. The whirlwind turns into a storm. It ravages her mind, twirling the sound into a song and repeating it over and over.

Flash stares at him, speechless, afraid that if she speaks, the storm brewing inside her will somehow escape and drench the both of them in things she'd rather leave unsaid. She wants to tell him to never stop, to ask exactly what she'd said that was so funny so she could repeat it every day for the rest of their time together. To peel off that damn mask and watch every minuscule movement of his face.

Ghost doesn't seem to mind the lack of response though. When his amusement has faded to a small smile under his mask, his head lolls to his shoulder and he closes his eyes.

They wait the rest of the time in silence. Ghost unmoving and still resting his eyes and Flash unabashedly staring. Even though she knows that the idea is ridiculous, he seems to be warming the space between them. The ice that she'd so carefully tread on before melting away.

He doesn't open his eyes until the car rolls up in front of them and a casually dressed man tosses the keys in his direction. Ghost catches them in his hand and stretches languidly when he stands, revealing a small sliver of skin along his waistline. With his back turned to her, Flash stares at the strip, burning it into her memory.

"You can kick rocks all night," Ghost slips his hands into his pockets and starts a slow, casual walk towards the car, "but you're not going to get what you want."

"And what's that?"

Flash's question is meant to be coy, to push yet another button. But the song left playing in her ears softens her words, they come out quiet and searching.

"A reaction." He punctuates the last word by kicking a rock at the barrel. It hits the small dent that she'd made and ricochets back to land just a few inches from her feet.

"Asshole." She mutters and steps over the rock, ignoring the urge to pick it up and chuck it at his head.

Flash bites her tongue when the thought of teasing him about their dancing comes up. She'd most definitely gotten a reaction out of him then. But she instead follows him and slips into the passenger seat of the small truck.

It's certainly a downgrade from the Porsche. The smell of dust and sweat fills her nose and she debates waiting outside until the med team is done clearing the other car. But Ghost is already buckled and turning the key in the ignition.

"Who's car was that?" Flash asks while pulling a worn seatbelt over her shoulder.

"Alejandro's."

She can't help but laugh at his response. They'd most likely be getting an earful upon their return. It doesn't take a genius to see that he takes care of his car.

The truck, despite running just seconds ago, is just as cold as the air outside. When she jams her finger into the heater button, the vents remain stagnant.

"Shit." She huffs and resorts to shoving her hands under her shivering thighs.

Ghost, seemingly without thinking, tosses her his suit jacket.

"Here, stop whining." He's back to his gruff, nonchalant manner of speaking, but it lacks its usual stiffness.

"You aren't cold?"

"No."

"I guess you are built like a fuckin' polar bear." The words slip out before she can stop them, but Ghost just shakes his head, still sporting the small smile from before.

"Do you ever have any consequences for what comes out of your mouth?" Ghost's question is spoken as a sigh. He props an elbow against the car door and leans his head against it, steering with one hand. The motion is achingly domestic.

"No." Her reply is muffled as she burrows herself into the jacket, warm from being stuffed under Ghost's arm while they waited.

It's true. There's very little that she could say or do that would get her in any sort of trouble. She's a hot commodity, and it didn't take much for people to realize. Ghost just hasn't had a chance to see it yet.

"One of these days, they're going to come back and bite you in the ass."

"Oh, you'll scare them away." She looks up at him through her lashes, but he's focused on the road.

"I'd let them get a few good hits in. Then maybe."

Flash's grin is hidden beneath the coat, but she's sure he can hear it when she speaks next.

"You wouldn't protect me?" Her question is coy. She knows it and he probably does too.

"You don't need me to protect you."

"But if I asked you to?"

There's a pause, and she watches his side profile shift as he clenches his jaw. His fingers tap against the steering wheel. Once, twice.

"Yes."

_____

    They're nearly back to the base when she slips back onto the ice and into the freezing water. This time though, there is no life raft.

"I'm dropping you off." Ghost is exacerbated, clenching the wheel with both hands now. "You're not missing out on anything."

"Then why does it matter if I go or not?" Her question is a half yell, quieter than her first complaint, but louder than necessary.

Their easy back and forth, borderline flirting, conversation only lasted a few more minutes before Ghost mentioned he'd be dropping her off at the base before meeting the rest of the team at a local bar to 'celebrate'.

He'd told her, not asked. Told.

The not so quiet rage that had been building over her last few weeks stuck at the base rears its ugly head. Apparently pinning him to a mat didn't make it clear enough. She's tired of decisions being made for her.

"Because you aren't needed there."

Ghost's words bleed through her like a freezing wind. She grapples to hold onto the song in her ears, but the fluttering in her stomach increases and this time it's deafening.

"You know, for how much you mope. You put a shit ton of effort into ruining your friendships."

It's a low blow. But the anger burning hot in her stomach scorches the fluttering and thrums through her veins. She wants to hurt him.

"There's nothing there to be ruined."

The words are empty. A shell of his earlier reprimands. And Flash knows it's a weak strategy to push her far enough away that he can rebuild his wall in peace. But that doesn't stop the words from burrowing deep into the space between her ribs and wrapping around her lungs. It fills them with a cold air and the jacket still wrapped tightly around her shoulders does nothing to fight it.

"Okay." Flash bites back the flurry of emotion driven insults threatening to pry their way out of her mouth. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't hesitate to rip them to shreds, but she knows Ghost is lying.

The rest of the ride to the base is a painful silence. Flash can see his jaw working in her periphery, he wants to say something, but he remains quiet and focused on the road ahead of them. She glares at him and then turns to stare out her window.

When the car whines to a stop in front of the depressingly dark outline of their base, Flash doesn't bother saying goodbye when she slips from the car and drops the suit jacket on her seat. She's just about to shut the door when he finally speaks up.

"Hope."

"What?" Flash's voice is bitter and unrelenting.

"You asked what my biggest fear was." He doesn't look away from his grip on the wheel. "It's hope."

The furrow of her brow softens for a moment and sympathy begins to ebb away at the rejection burning in her stomach. But his words ring through her head 'you aren't needed' and any expressions of comfort beginning to form die on her tongue.

She watches his face for a moment, waiting for him to turn. When he doesn't, she lets the sour words slip from her mouth. Simple but effective.

"I think you're just scared of yourself." She doesn't give him time to respond before shutting the door and walking towards the base, trying her best to ignore the burning behind her eyes.

_____

    Flash's next few moments are a whirlwind. Swapping her dress for the sweats and t-shirt flung on the floor that morning, jogging back to the kitchen to look at the grocery list style of numbers on the fridge, and calling Alejandro.

If he was with them at the bar she'd just have to stew in her room until Gaz came back. Although he'd probably be intoxicated and an easy target, she needs some way to dispel the hurt and anger pulsing through her veins.

Much to her surprise, he answers within the first few rings and twenty minutes later he arrives with a bottle of wine in hand and Valeria tow.

"Rude of them to leave you to celebrate your success sober." He had murmured while pulling a container of strawberries from their fridge. Gaz would kill her for eating them, but consequences seemed nonexistent at the moment.

She's leaning against the counter now, watching the way his forearms move while expertly slicing the strawberries. Valeria stands next to her speaking in a low tone.

"So," She starts, turning her chin resting in her hand to face Flash, "how did you end up here?"

Flash shifts to lean her hip into the counter, reluctantly peeling her eyes from Alejandro's smooth movements, and wonders what version of her story she wants to give.

"Same as everyone else. A fucked childhood that left me with no other option."

It was a half truth. Starting a conversation by telling someone she'd won scholarships to nearly every advanced military school in the country by climbing to the top of the performance ranks in less than a year isn't something that people could relate to. Childhood trauma on the other hand is a jackpot.

"Ah." Valeria's smile softens and she turns to look at Alejandro, who's now pouring the wine into three glasses that have seen better days. "We've heard that one plenty of times haven't we Ale."

When he nods his head, Valeria turns back to Flash with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Now tell me the truth."

Flash accepts a glass from Alejandro and stares into the deep maroon of the wine before answering.

"I'm good."

"That's it?" Alejandro's laugh is loud and echoes through the empty room. "You've made it this far by being good?"

"I'm better than good." She offers, still not looking up from her glass.

Warm fingers slip under her chin and bring her gaze up to meet a pair of enveloping brown eyes.

"Don't be shy." Valeria's words are a quiet murmur. "You weren't so quiet earlier, what changed?"

Flash's jaw clenches, who was Ghost to make her feel small? Her gaze holds Valeria's when she speaks next and although her words are quiet, they're more confident than before.

"I'm the best you'll ever meet."

"There's my Pantera."

Valeria drops her chin, scoops up her glass and the bowl of cut strawberries, and slides so gracefully onto the couch that Flash wonders how she's not the one being named after a panther. "Come, sit."

Alejandro leads the way and claims the opposite side of the couch, leaving Flash to sit between them. It's a comfortable arrangement, there's enough room for them to sit and not be crammed together, but the weight of both their gazes makes the space seem impossibly smaller.

"What do you usually talk about while celebrating?" She asks, leaning over to grab a small handful of strawberries from the bowl Valeria left on the coffee table. It's a poor conversation starter, but the silence between them has Flash shifting on her cushion. And from the smile on Alejandro's face, they know.

"Do you really want to know?" He continues lowly when she nods her head. "We debate who we want to take home for the night."

Valeria tuts at him, "Don't be so brash Ale. We talk about other things too."

Flash brings her glass of wine up to her mouth in an attempt to cover her shocked expression but realizes that this means she actually has to drink it. Without giving her brain enough time to overreact, Flash tips a mouthful in and swallows. The taste is horrendous and she doesn't bother hiding it.

Alejandro laughs loudly at her expression and Valeria just shakes her head with a small smile, "It's meant to be sipped, darling. Not swallowed."

Not wanting to embarrass herself further, Flash just sets the glass down on the table and returns to the fruit in her hand.

"You could have said that." She mumbles against a strawberry pressed to her lips. The tart of the berry is a sweet reprieve from the rotten taste of the wine. The two sitting opposite of her seem to have no problem with the taste, leisurely sipping as though it's something to be savored.

"So Flash," Alejandro's eyes dance with dangerous excitement. " Are you a virgin? "

She chokes on a half-chewed berry, "Excuse me?"

"Just general questions. I ask everyone." He gestures behind her. "Right Valeria?"

"Right."

Flash remains silent, rubbing the cool of the strawberry against her lips and willing the blush away from her cheeks.

"Have you ever been kissed before?"

"Yes!" She blurts her answer out and all it does is set off a round of laughter between the two of them.

Her first kiss had been with a- for lack of a better term, boyfriend at the academy, Jake. A twenty three year old recruit who'd got a little too excited when she'd pinned him. He never did more than peck her on the lips though, arguing that anything else would distract him from his work. She broke things off three days later.

"Have you ever had someone's tongue in your mouth?" His blatant question catches her off guard. Although the pink hue of his cheeks show the effects of the wine kicking in. She's spent enough time with Alejandro to know that this is just the way he operates, on a 'better to ask for forgiveness than get permission' basis.

Flash shakes her head lamely, giving up on the stoic, unresponsive act. It clearly wasn't working.

He sets his glass on the coffee table and crooks a finger at her, smiling devilishly.

"Come here, let me show you something."

She sets her handful of strawberries back in the bowl and glances back at Valeria who gives her an encouraging nod. Flash uncrosses her legs and leans forward, expecting him to give her a quick peck.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

She's about to ask him what he means when he brings his hands down to her waist and pulls her up to straddle his lap.

"What are you doing?" Her voice is breathy and light and her stomach rolls with nerves. Although it's not what she expected, she's not one to complain.

"Relax Rubia." His face is just inches from hers, "Do you want me to show you what you're missing out on?"

Nerves race through her veins and the heat of Alejandro's hands on her waist burn straight through her skin and into the heat of her stomach. What's the worst that could happen? Gaz had talked about having sex with other team members, surely a kiss wouldn't hurt. All she can muster is a short nod of her head.

Alejandro is the light at the end of her tunnel of pent-up frustration and by god is he bright.

"Words." He chides.

"Yes."

Although she's given permission, his advance is painfully slow. The hands gripping her waist, guide her to sit back on his thighs, and brush her hair behind her ear in one smooth movement, before resting gently against her cheek.

Warm lips press softly against hers and she practically melts in his hands. He's surprisingly gentle, pressing two light kisses to her lips before nosing at her cheek and placing another over the burning skin.

"She's a Pantera Alejandro. I'm sure she can handle more."

Flash jumps at the sound of Valeria's voice. She's moved to sit next to them, lounging on the cushion and watching with a cocked head. She smirks at Flash's surprise. She didn't even see her move.

"Slow Valeria." He chides. His low voice is spoken into the soft spot below her ear, words caressing her skin and whispering down her spine. "We don't want to spook her."

Lips part against her neck and the hot press of his tongue is followed by a cool stream of air. Flash chokes on her next inhale and swallows down the ragged moan threatening her ego. Nothing Jake ever did felt this good.

"Did you like that Rubia?" Alejandro's voice is light and teasing.

"Yes I-." Before she even finishes her answer, he's doing it again, this time following the lick with a quick nip of teeth. Her response turns into an embarrassingly loud half-whimper.

"You're a tease." She bites out, pausing on the last word as he mouths his way back up to her ear.

"Ah, but you like it. No?"

Flash doesn't have to see his face to know he's smiling. It's taken him less than a minute to turn her into putty, and now he's happily kneading.

When he presses his lips to hers this time, the hot slide of his tongue at her lower lip parts her mouth in a gasp. He wastes no time. Weaving one hand into the hair at the back of her head and the other squeezing at her waist, Alejandro kisses her fervently and without abandon.

The room spins beneath her, weakening her knees. If she wasn't held fast to Alejandro's lap, she'd probably be on the floor. The taste of strawberries and wine fill her senses and twirl her into a daze.

The hands previously resting at her side slide up the muscular length of his arms and into his hair. It's not quite as long as Ghost's but her fingers still easily grip at the soft waves. Ghost. A pang of guilt threatens to pull her from her reverie, but Alejandro quickly snatches her attention back by taking her lower lip between his teeth and biting down.

A defensive flare burns up her chest and she bites back harder. Alejandro groans into her mouth, the sound burns down her chest and settles low in her belly. The hand that was gripping at her waist slides up and to the small of her back, arching her into his chest. She presses close and can feel the hard muscle of his abdomen through the thin cotton of their shirts.

When he breaks the kiss, there's a strand of saliva connecting their mouths. He doesn't hesitate in pulling her back to drag a slow lick up her parted lips. Jesus fucking Christ. Dark eyes watch her closely when he pulls back and Flash is seconds away from begging him to do it again when a warm hand at her waist pulls her attention to an impatient looking Valeria.

"My turn." She murmurs, voice soft and low. "Can I kiss you?"

Flash, despite Alejandro's earlier insistence, can only nod in response.

She is identical to Alejandro in her slow start, dragging a soft hand over Flash's brow bone before swiping her thumb across slick lips. Fingers pinch Flash's chin and pull her forward. Valeria's lips are soft but her kiss is anything but. The hungry lick of her tongue gives Flash little time to adjust, but when she does, a delighted tremor wracks her body.

Warm hands slide beneath her shirt and then Valeria is pulling her down to grind against Alejandro's thigh. A moan is pressed into Valeria's mouth and electricity courses hot through her body.

Alejandro is quick to stop them. Large hands close over Valeria's on her hips and hold them still. She wants to pull them off, to give in to the warm sensation Valeria's hands are creating. He's persistent though.

"Valeria." Alejandro's words are a clear warning but his voice is thick and heady. If she didn't know better, she'd say Alejandro was enjoying this just as much as her.

Much to her disappointment, Valeria listens to his one-worded order. She rolls Flash's bottom lip between her teeth before placing one more kiss against her mouth and settling back.

Flash is left in a daze. Half-lidded eyes watch as Valeria straightens the hair that Flash had been pulling at just moments before.

"Just touching Mi Amor." Her words are breathy and the apples of her cheeks glow a soft pink.

"I was just showing our Rubia here what she's missing out on. I am not looking for a death threat."

Alejandro's words have her turning back to gaze at him in confusion. Although the lustful tint to his eyes is still present, he seems to have pulled himself together a lot quicker than Flash.

"Death threat?" Her voice is wrecked and Alejandro smirks at the sound. Whatever scrap of ego she had left lay tattered on the ground.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed." He caresses the side of her face, proving to be an awfully good distraction from their conversation.

"Noticed what?" She breathes and turns to Valeria for an explanation. The woman just smiles and tilts her head to the side in an artful manner.

"You seem to be haunted by a certain ghost Flash." She tuts at her. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

"You mean Ghost?" She rushes, still recuperating from the mind numbing kiss that she'd gotten from two different people.

"Yes, Flash." Alejandro laughs it away like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"That man doesn't care about anyone other than himself." She says and swings her leg back to sit in her spot. Suddenly, sitting on Alejandro's lap isn't as exciting as before, and the once warm feeling in her stomach turns heavy.

"And that's where you're wrong." Valeria swirls a finger along the rim of her glass before gazing up at Flash through dark lashes. "We just had to dip our toes in before you're off the market. God help the bastards that try to trespass."

Flash flinches at her metaphor, "I'm not a piece of property." She glares at the two of them and their shockingly calm demeanor. Speaking as though they didn't just have their tongues in her mouth just minutes before. Her heart still beat wildly in her chest, and the cold taste of the strawberries did little to cool the heat of her cheeks.

"Honey," Valeria reaches out to stroke her calf, "the moment you signed that contract you became a piece of real estate."

She's saved from responding to another cryptic metaphor by the familiar sound of doors slamming shut. Not wanting to be barraged by questions from the rest of the team, Flash grabs the bowl of fruit, mutters a small goodnight to the pair staring at her from the couch, and rushes off to her room.

So much for blowing off some steam.

_____

    Flash is sitting cross-legged on her bed cleaning the blood flecked knife with a polishing cloth when a knock sounds through the room.

"Come in!"

She doesn't have to ask who it is. The stumbling and laughing are telling enough.

"Stop." Gaz's giggle sounds easily through the thin wood of the door. "I got it!"

The door swings open to reveal a relatively drunk Gaz and Soap. Hair mussed and cheeks pinkened, both look like they've had an eventful night.

"Hello gorgeous." Gaz drawls. "Wiping away the evidence of your most recent murderous rampage?"

Flash can't say she's not impressed at his coherency. She almost lets him off the hook. Almost.

"Don't make me have to start over." She points the knife at him and then gestures at the door. "Out."

A half hour ago, she would have welcomed the playful banter and taken it as an opportunity to wrestle him to the ground. But the weight of the day has her pinned to her bed.

"Aw, she's so mean." Gaz's head drops to Soap's shoulder and he doesn't shove him off.

Flash thinks back to Gaz's earlier confession and eyes the point of contact before glancing down at the relatively small space between them. Interesting. When she looks at Soap though, his eyes are trained on the knife balanced in her hand.

"Ghost let you borrow one of his knives?" His voice is incredulous and he takes a hesitant step forward.

"What?" She looks down at the silver case in front of her. She hadn't even noticed. The case was nearly identical to the one that was always neatly polished and tucked carefully into his breast pocket. "No, he bought these for me at the market."

"Oh." His mouth tips down and she recognizes the familiar expression of rejection. He's usually pretty good at keeping his emotions in check, she has no doubt it's the alcohol coursing through his blood that's giving them front row seats to his inner turmoil

Gas buts in oblivious to Soap's pouting, "So he's buying you two matching knives? Seems like it's getting pretty serious. Are you sure you're not fucking?"

Flash chokes on her next inhale. She'd have to get better at locking her door if this was going to become a regular occurrence.

"You know." Gaz looks at her with a devilish smile. "Just because Price went dark during your guy's little dance doesn't mean we did."

Oh fuck.

A/N: I’m currently dying (maybe that’s a tad dramatic) in bed with the flu and am in desperate need of entertainment. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to leave them in my ama! <3

[serafiel-jacobs]

New Beginnings (FANFIC)

This is a continuation of my previous fic, I´m making this AU series, where things have gone back to normal and the characters have normal lives.

You don't exactly have to read the first part to understand but I highly recommend it.

Also, Pinocchio isn't a puppet but he isn't a human. He is something unique, but he isn't 100% one or the other.

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Rebuilding Krat was no easy task, the threats might be gone but the situation was tense, the citizens felt unease. Giving out the cure for the prettification disease was the easiest task ironically, finding the cure might have been hard but it was relatively easy to make, even without the help of alchemists.

Speaking of, alchemists were never seen in a positive light by the majority of the public but now it was downright hostility, if an alchemist was found in a community, the people would riot and mobs would kick them out, it was quite a miracle that the violence didn’t end up into lynching.

Construction was somewhat going well, the architecture in Krat historically had solid bases but repairing historical building have been a challenging task, houses in more impoverished communities took a hit the hardest, and the people were frustrated by the lack of support by the falling government to help them, their issues had always been kept last, even before everything went to hell in Krat.

What eased their minds is that Lady Antonia stepped up, she offered those without a home refuge inside the hotel, the offer was taken, and eventually, those who managed to have a new home left, still, some still remain in the hotel rooms.

Venigni helped as well, his eccentric genius shouldn’t have been underestimated, providing jobs, funding public projects, he even building a hospital, Venigni’s popularity was at an all-time high, and many saw him as a savior after the crisis, of course success breeds jealousy, but all the good he had done was worth recognizing.

Surprisingly Eugénie opened a flourishing business, the people sought weapons to defend themselves if worse came to be, and her expertise came in handy, although she disliked violence, she understood why people wanted to defend themselves, like when she helped Pinocchio in his journey, and she was thrilled to see her family’s legacy be recognized.

When it came to the puppet issue, the public was divided, half understood the situation when explained fully, that they truly meant no harm and were trying to protect them, and the other half was enraged, due to this, no new puppets were being built, even if they would be more helpful for hard labor both Geppetto and Venigni decided it was for the best to not stir the pot.

Polendina and Pulchinella were barraged with insults yet no one dared harm them, as a sign of respect for Antonia and Venigni.

Pinocchio’s situation was.. tricky.

He saved them all, no doubt about that, but there was the fear of him attacking the humans and becoming evil, due to his strength he would be a downright unstoppable force, Geppetto made sure he wasn’t seen by the public, for the sake of his son as well, he didn’t need the unnecessary stress, and there was still much to teach them, sure he was polite, had manners but there was still much he didn’t understand.

Geppetto could sense that people either pitied him or didn’t think he was in his full mental faculties, gossip runs fast, so it was basically public knowledge that Pinnochio looked like his deceased son Carlo.

He couldn’t really blame them, Geppetto had recognized that he had truly lost his senses for a period of time, grief makes you do things that your irrational mind thinks rational, especially losing a child, it's a pain he wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

But Pinnochio was his own being, Geppetto had made his peace, he had two sons, and he wouldn’t neglect his second child for Carlo anymore.

After months, they went back to his home, he stayed at the hotel to help in every way he could but he was tired, and Antonia insisted he get rest, everything that happened had taken a toll on him, and if she and Venigni had given themselves time to rest so should he.

His house was on the outskirts of Krat, on a small hill just outside the city, his house wasn’t big or extravagant, unlike Venigni, he remembered going to his house a few times, well, going to his mansion, huge, filled with tons of fancy decorations, five floors filled with rooms for anything you can think of.

In contrast, his house was smaller, not tiny, yet not that big either, with two floors, and the second floor was just an attic for storage.

Geppetto opened the door, entering filled him with a sense of nostalgia, Pinocchio curious as a cat, was looking around the house, looking at every small detail, Gemini making small talk with him, he was happy of the strong bond they shared. Gemini was more assertive, Pinocchio was shy and Gemini tended to speak up on his behalf.

Everything was intact, Geppetto was glad the destruction didn’t reach his home, and glad he had emptied his fridge, he didn’t want the chore of having to throw away moldy food.

The living room connected to the kitchen, and next to it was a door that led to his workshop room, down the hall was his own room.

And Carlos’s room.

He had kept the room exactly the same since his death, he entered sometimes, but he never stayed for too long, so as to not break his heart further. Pinocchio… he obviously needed to have a place of his own and it wouldn’t be fair to him to be stuck in the living room, even if he didn’t really sleep per se, he did need time to recharge his own energy.

“Hey, Pinocchio pull me down from here!”

Gemini was hanging from a wooden clock, dangling from side to side, it was cute, but clearly not very fun for poor Gemini, Pinocchio teasingly smiled, before grabbing him back, instead putting him on a small desk and him sitting on the couch next to it.

Geppetto sat with him, he was tired and old, too old to be dealing with the entire situation, his joints weren’t what they used to be, but he was a stubborn man, he didn’t want his age to stop him from living his life.

Until evening they sat together, a brief talk about mundane things, a part of him wanted to ask him what became of Sophia, but he could tell that it was something that it wasn’t for him to know or understand, despite his distrust of alchemists, he was fond of Sophia, she was a kind person.

Geppetto needed to buy some food, he couldn’t bring Pinocchio with him, but he assured him he would be back soon.

“Don’t worry Mr. Geppetto I’ll make sure he doesn’t break anything” chirped Gemini, Pinocchio looked annoyed, shaking the small cage a bit.

“Alright, alright; he is a good boy and would never break anything.

He gave a small chuckle and with that, he left to buy what he needed.

…

Geppetto came back by the end of dawn, exhausted, maybe it was a mistake to live on the other side of the city, nowhere close to the center where most vendors resided.

As he opened the door, he was Pinnochio sitting on the couch reading a book Gemini on top of them, two other books laid on the table, happy to see that his own enjoy reading, he greed them both. After arranging the groceries, he joined them, asking him about what he was reading, and Pinocchio was happy to oblige, as he described the plot of the books, he could see the passion in his eyes, it made Geppetto feel comfort, and an intimate bond between them, a moment between father and son.

As it got late, Geppetto’s need to sleep got the better of him, it was time to go to bed.

He signaled Pinocchio to follow him down the hall, he had to see his new room.

As his hand pressed against the doorknob, he hesitated, a part of him, a selfish part of him didn’t want to give up Carlos’s room, even if it was lying unused, but he couldn’t be selfish anymore, he needed to be a good father, and with a deep breath he opened the room.

Carlos’s room.

A single bed in the middle of it, in the right corner his closet where his old clothes and belongings were, on the right corner a desk, with a fee of his study books, two drawers that contained notebooks or personal items, a small wooden box contained some of the old toys that he never got rid of.

Next to the bed was a couch, where Romeo would sit and rest at night next to him.

Pinocchio stepped forward and looked around the room.

“This… is your room, take good care of it son, I’m… going to got to bed, your old man is ready tired… good night” Geppetto left the room, he didn’t want to feel sentimental and bring the mood down.

He went towards his room, not much different than Carlos’s room, a closet and drawers with his belongings, a desk on the side with books and writing utensils, his queen side bed, next to it a small table, that held a photo frame.

He, Carlo, and his beloved wife.

He decided to just change his clothes and go to sleep, he can’t let the past consume him again.

Yet Geppetto lay awake at night, as time passed he couldn’t attain sleep, he tried to not let his thoughts get the better of him, but it was a hardship conquering his own demons.

Suddenly the small crack of his door opening got his attention, he sat in his bed to see in the dark Pinocchio standing in his room. He was wearing pajamas that belonged to Carlo.

“Oh Pinocchio, is there something you need?”

Pinocchio looked at him and grabbed his own hands, feeling nervous, eyes on the ground”

“I.. couldn’t rest”

He looked up to Geppetto.

“This is going to sound silly, but, can I… can I sleep on your bed? With you?”

Geppetto tried not to cry, his emotions a whirlpool of sadness and joy.

“Yes, of course, you can son, come here”

Pinocchio sat on the bed next to him, pulling the sheets, now both lying on the bed together.

Geppetto closed his eyes, the sleep was finally coming to him, he felt at ease.

He turned to face his son and wrapped his arms around him, and Pinocchio embraced him back.

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𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

“Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god… Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment”

Title The Wicked King

Author Holly Black

Genre Fantasy

Pages 336

THIS REVIEW HAS A COUPLE OF SPOILERS, NOTHING TOO SIGNIFICANT.

Hello fellow readers! What I have in my paws today is a review of 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 by 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤! This is the second book of the Folk Of The Air series and is a political fantasy with a sub-plot of romance, enemies to lovers. After finally The Cruel Prince ending, Jude has Cardan under her control due to a vow he made. Jude is basically puppeteering the now High King.

Reading Flow ★★★★★

Writing ★★★★★

Plot ★★★★★

Characters ★★★★

Spicy none (just descriptions of kissing scenes that get cut before they go somewhere)

“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

Goodreads rating 4.30★ My rating 5★

I absolutely loved this one, honestly. The world, the plot, the sub-plot, all of it. After re-reading The Cruel Prince (I didn't enjoy it so much on the first read) I got very curious to read the rest of the series. Yes, the first book is very dense and it gets a bit boring at times but every good fantasy world needs a proper introduction, so when I read it the second time, I enjoyed it much more because I started to take it as it was: an introduction to this series.

A lot of people expect a romantasy but this is mostly political-fantasy. Though I must say, the romance scenes? Are top tier. I found it very balanced and I was eager to keep reading even on the more political bits.

I'm very very excited to continue this series and I highly reccomend it if you enjoy YA Fantasies. And if you decided to not read more because you didn't enjoy The Cruel Prince... you're missing out for real, give it a try!!

I LOVE a strong female character that isn't portrayed as defenseless all throughout the book, and that is just Jude Duarte. Kick-ass girlie.

*SPOILER ALERT* The ending left me heartbroken for Jude but also made me think if Cardan's words have double meaning... Like, is he saying she can forgive herself since she's now from the crown? Why wouldn't he acknowledge her though, if that was the case? Anyway, I'll understand soon enough since I already have The Queen Of Nothing ready to read eheh. Also, I absolutely can not listen to Taryn or Locke for one more second. For real, exile them for all I care.

“For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.” I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?” He grins up at me. “They missed.”

I would eat this up if it was ever adapted as a tv-show. But I'd be scared as hell cause we all know how that goes sometimes.

I made a small playlist that gave off vibes similar to the plot, if you'de like to listen!

“If he thought I was bad, I would be worse. If he thought I was cruel, I would be horrifying.”

Anyway, if you made it this far thank you for reading this review! I’ll leave you with the synopsis if you’d like to take a look, as well as it’s Goodreads link. See you soon! 𓃠

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SYNOPSIS

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26032887-the-wicked-king

The enchanting and bloodthirsty sequel to the New York Times bestselling novel The Cruel Prince.

You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself strong.

After the jaw-dropping revelation that Oak is the heir to Faerie, Jude must keep her brother safe. To do so, she has bound the wicked king, Cardan, to her, and made herself the power behind the throne. Navigating the constantly shifting political alliances of Faerie would be difficult enough if Cardan were easy to control. But he does everything in his power to humiliate and undermine her even as his fascination with her remains undiminished.

When it becomes all too clear that someone close to Jude means to betray her, threatening her own life and the lives of everyone she loves, Jude must uncover the traitor and fight her own complicated feelings for Cardan to maintain control as a mortal in a Faerie world.

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Neither a 𝘿𝙔𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙄𝘼 nor 𝙐𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙄𝘼 in design ; this Archipelago exists betwixt the boundaries between worlds, the desperate attempts of a dying breed to save what little remains of their home-world from its' imminent demise. Brought here from moments of 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 or 𝗚𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗬, your muses find themselves just one of many who have been summoned to the uncertain shores of the mystery-embroiled isles, unaware of the hands that puppeteer them from the shadows, encouraged to forge their own paths and shape their own destiny, all whilst figuring out 𝙬𝙝𝙮 they have been chosen for this uncertain journey …

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In The Lives of Puppets - TJ Klune

★★★★★ (5/5)

Date Started: 07 February 2024 Date Finished: 10 February 2024

Somewhere along the way, reading a TJ Klune book always seems to morph into some kind of self prescribed torture for me, one that I still return to gleefully time and time again like a crazed masochist. It seems like everything he writes is perfectly designed to make my cry my eyeballs out. Thankfully this one didn't get me as badly as Under the Whispering Door had. It took me days to recover from that read in particular, but never the less the last 40 pages of this book had me a sniveling mess for longer than I'd like to admit.

This book caught me by surprise. Despite having bought it the very day it released, it took me a long time to actually get around to reading it. The premise was just so different from the other two TJ Klune books I had read. It was an out there premise, and I am not much of a Pinocchio fan, so the idea of a retelling didn't inspire much in me regardless of how much I love Klune as an author. I was afraid I would enjoy it as much as I had The House in the Cerulean Sea or Under the Whispering Door...

And it IS different. But God, it's so good. The writing in general is great, of course. Simplistic when it needs to be, but still effective. Most of all though, this man knows how to write endearing characters like no one else. Nurse Ratched and Rambo will follow me forever, and don't even get me started on Victor and Hap. Klune's characters burrow so deep into your heart that all their emotions and flaws start to feel like your own, and that is what makes the story feel so impactful. This book is funny. It is sickeningly sweet. It has more meaning packed into it than I have brain cells to unpack, but that doesn't take away from it in the slightest. This book had me constantly calling my partner over so I could read sections out loud to them, because it was just so funny that I felt the undeniable urge to share it. The banter between characters feels so natural, even if they're all robots in a somewhat post-apocalyptic setting. Their world solidifies around you until it's too late, and you're caught up in all the drama right alongside these characters you've been giggling alongside for over 100 pages.

It aches - this book aches. In a fun and bizarre way that you don't expect it to. Or at least that I didn't expect it to. I loved it. I was enraptured by it.

The slow romance between Victor and Hap happens so naturally that it felt undeniable. It was beautiful. I really couldn't recommend this book any more intensely! It was such a delightful read. A unique book in every way.

I do wonder what it was originally supposed to be - it is mentioned in the author's note that this book changed a lot between the first draft and what was eventually published. While I am curious as to what came before it, I love what it ended up being.

Serious. What a good book.