#- but are captivated by because we want to know WHY they're there. WHO made them. and for what reason

[hotsugarbyglassanimals]

even though i feel like i can confidently tell when a piece of art is generative A/I, i really don't feel inclined or really even justified calling someone out for it due to the precedent it sets - especially when artists who DO make their own pieces get caught in the crossfire for being inexperienced or making the choice to be more free-form when it comes to character design / consistency...

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when they're asked about their private relationship with you. 

Mark Lee

It was during their comeback showcase and of course, Mark participated in writing and composing some of their songs, one of them being a love song. The host seems to like the love song the most, even though it's a side track. "By any chance, were you inspired when you composed this song?" the host asked. The Dreamies are teasing him left and right while Mark only laughed but he was a blushing mess! especially when it's confirmed that he's in a private relationship with a non-celebrity. "Of course, I mean, she's my muse behind the song." Mark commented. 

Huang Renjun

Coincidentally, before their comeback, Renjun was confirmed to be dating a non-celebrity! It received a positive feedback from the public that's why during their showcase, he was asked about his relationship. Everyone was intrigued by Renjun's relationship but he only smiled, thinking about you who's on the backstage, watching it from live tv. "Well, it's nice to have someone who can support me in every way, and of course! I will also be supporting her no matter." Renjun answers, and then glancing at the camera and smiling once more. 

Lee Jeno

"Excuse me Jeno-ssi, but you look more happy lately," the host commented randomly. Everyone glanced at Jeno who's only sitting and smiling widely, as if he was in a good mood. "Of course he's happy lately, his girlfriend is watching him at the moment," Haechan teased, making the whole atmosphere more lively. Jeno received a lot of teasing from his members but he seems to be more happy because he is being teased because of you. "Of course, I'm very happy to have someone who gives me love and support." Jeno said, glancing at you who's at the very back of the place. You were wearing a cap and glasses to hide your identity, you gave him a small wave and in return, he gives you a wink. 

Lee Donghyuck

"Perhaps you can tell us more about your girlfriend Haechan-ah?" the host requested. Haechan lowers his head embarrassed, he knew that this is going to happen since his relationship with you was announced a few weeks before their comeback showcase. "I'm so embarrassed, but she's lovely and nice. She's also supportive and she's also close with my family," Haechan answers with a proud smile, he then glances at the camera. "You're watching me at the moment right?" he teased, and from your apartment flat, you only laughed at your boyfriend's antics. 

Na Jaemin

"This one is for Jaemin-ssi, seems like you're not available for the single ladies out there," everyone burst into laughter when the host spoke. Jaemin was smiling, knowing that it's about his relationship which was confirmed a few months ago. "So everyone is curious, what's special about your girlfriend that she had captivated you?" the host asked. "Oh, if I tell you about it, it might be whole speech," Jaemin wittingly answered, making the host laugh. 

Zhong Chenle

"This comeback is special for us. Our members put a lot of effort in this one, so we hope that it can receive lots of love. It's a side of Dream that we never show, so I hope you like it," Chenle professionally said. As he looked at his Dreamies, they urged him to continue talking. "Also, I would like to thank our fans, the staff, and everyone who made this comeback possible." "Is there someone who you want to thank personally Chenle?" the host asked randomly. Chenle only chuckled, knowing that the host was talking about you. The Dreamies insisted that he do it, that's why Chenle stared at the camera and smiled, "And to you, thank you for giving me strength." 

Park Jisung

"Jisung-ssi, I heard that you're dating someone?" the host blurted out. Jisung was surprised with the question, but was quick to be embarrassed by it. The Dreamies started teasing their maknae who tried his best to calm down. "Since today is your comeback, did you received a lot of support from her?" Jisung was able to calm himself before proceeding to answer the question. "Of course, she heard the album already and she likes it! She said that she'll support NCT Dream no matter what." 

[paulyenvol6]

A Dragon's Toy

Daemon Targaryen x Arlis Hightower (oc character) OS

Arlis is taken captive by Daemon's army during the war and can only await the Rogue Prince's next deeds in horror…

Contains: rape, non-con, smut, oral (f & m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, virginity loss, forced orgasms, degrading, angst, crying, choking, gagging, objectification, captivity, dark themes, hotd themes like death and violence

Wordcount: ~6.62k

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Daemon inhaled deeply.

He tried not to seem too annoyed but they really made it hard for him right now.

"We need more men by the eastside of the camp." "They are tired, my lord. Give them the chance to rest or they will lose their will to fight." "The Greyjoys could use our ignorance after our victory and surprise us. We need these guards." "They won't attack us tonight. They're weakened as well."

Daemon once again rolled his eyes at this draining atmosphere and hissed out. It was a quiet sound, merely audible and yet the men surrounding him stopped the conversation to turn their attention to the rogue prince.

"My prince.", Ser Rickard Manderly spoke and Daemon tilted his head.

"Gather the men you need by the eastside. But let them celebrate. They can guard the camp in shifts."

A few lords nodded but others looked uncertain while exchanging glances with each other. For some reason it made the blood in his veins boil and he fisted his hands. Gods, why were these men always so tiring and dull. All Daemon wanted after this long fight was a possibility to reduce the adrenaline in his body that always kept him aroused after a battle. Preferable with a whore but as the next whorehouse was tens of miles away he knew that he perhaps had to fall back to his own hand this time. The fact was that he needed quietness, maybe had to spill his seed, get rid of the tension in his center and find some good sleep afterwards.

That was why this conversation with his bannermen and commanders was exhausting him right now because all he wanted was the peace and privacy of his tent in order to act according to his desires.

"Is there anything else?", he therefore asked the group and when they shook their heads Daemon crossed his arms in front of his chest. The had hesitated but it didn't matter to him.

"Good. If you would excuse me now.", he sarcastically smiled and intended to leave the council.

To his tent now. His blood was throbbing, he had the urge to hit something or squeeze something. He just had to do something. Daemon was so close to it when someone called his name. So fucking close that he had almost been able to feel the fabric that served as the door to his tent and that he had been about to shove to the side. But of course not. Of course it was Ser Enies who made him freeze in the motion and Daemon couldn't hide the displeasure on his face.

"My prince. My prince, there is an urgent matter that needs to be discussed."

He inhaled deeply again and bit his buttom lip in fury. "What is it?", he snapped.

Ser Enies held his side trying to calm his fastened breath.

"We… We've captured Otto's daughter. She intended to flee but a few of our riders found her on her way to the west."

Daemon raised his eyebrows. "Alicent?"

"No, her sister. The lady Arlis."

He didn't know her. He had only briefly known that Hightower, the old cunt had several sons and daughters. Well, now he was dead and as were many of his children but seemingly not all.

"Where is she?", Daemon unwillingly asked. He wished someone else would just take on his tasks so he could finally rest but of course as the prince it was him who had to solve every single problem.

"Right there in the tent. She was so wild and upset, we had to chain her to a chair. She screamed and shouted and bit several of our men but we have her under control now."

Daemon couldn't surpress a dark chuckle. Were these his warriors or fools? Not being able to catch a little girl… Nevertheless the rogue prince turned his body away from the tent that he had wanted to enter so dearly and decided to take care of this matter now.

"Fine.", he grumbled and followed Ser Eries to the mentioned tent. The knight pulled the tent flap aside and Daemon stepped in.

The first thing he saw was a lot of hair. Brown, messy hair that stood up to all sides. She was moving, desperately trying to free herself from the iron chains that held her in place but obviously she wasn't able to.

Ser Eries, who was the only person in the tent now beside him and the girl came forward and roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back so Daemon could take a look at her.

"The lady Arlis, my prince. Otto's youngest daughter from the lady Ellena."

She was pretty, was the first thought that entered his brain in this moment. Big round hazel eyes with thick lashes that made them appear even more intense, a heart-shaped face and full pink soft-looking lips. A button nose sat in the middle of her face which was swollen and flushed from her crying. The light freckles on her cheeks only added to her young and innocent looks and even now tears were swimming in her flashing eyes. With those she observed him now. The girl looked angry, aggressive almost and blared her teeth at him.

It was a brief moment. Daemon hadn't even properly thought about it and didn't really know where it was coming from but suddenly he heard himself say those words that made Eries raise his eyebrows.

"Leave us."

The knight obeyed, bowed his head and then only Daemon and Arlis were staring at each other.

"Let me go.", she spitted and he chuckled quietly.

"Fuck you and the whole pack of you.", she then added and shook the shackles that held her in place.

Daemon looked her up and down with relish and pursed his lips. "I would say the same thing about your pack, but well… They're all dead."

Arlis' expression hardened and she bit her lower lip in order to swallow her tears but she only partly suceeded.

"Fuck you.", she repeated but this time it was a lot more quiet which made Daemon smirk.

Then he approached her and the girl stiffened at once. He could see the fear in her eyes and it filled him with a profane desire and satisfaction. He didn't care how fucked up this was, but Daemon wanted this. He wanted to scare her, make her eyes go round as coins when she stared up to him and preferably see her cry. And he thought that he might have good chances because she seemed to be the crying type.

Daemon grabbed her hair and yanked her head back just like Ser Eries had done a few minutes ago.

"You're a pretty girl. It surprises me, quiet frankly. That your father, the stupid cunt was able to sire such a beauty. Perhaps you come more after your mother."

She grinded her teeth and pouted at him while squirming in his grip.

"Let me go. At once. I swear to you I will bite and hit you until you let me go."

Daemon was amused by her reaction and pulled at her hair with more force. "I want to see that.", he whispered and then took hold of her chin with his other hand.

"So pretty…", he purred. "I'm curious to see what else you have to offer. I just hope your little cunt doesn't taste bitter. You're a hightower after all."

Now panic was visible in her eyes and she shook her head quickly and with so much force that he almost would've dropped his hand on her chin.

"You will not touch me, you will now defile me like this. I'd rather have you kill me. I'd rather kill myself."

"Shh, little one. Be careful what you wish for."

His finger brushed over her jaw and he felt her tremble underneath his touch. If Daemon only could really tell if it was from her fear or anger. He didn't even know what he preferred because the thought of bedding a stubborn and defiant girl and the challenge of breaking her aroused him but at the same time he was eager to see the fear in her eyes while he fucked her.

His hand wandered downwards until he felt the soft skin of her neck. It was so milky, looked and felt so pure that a thought crossed his mind…

"Are you a maiden?", Daemon asked and his eyes searched for hers. Her eyes fluttered which he interpreted as a sign of weakness but her words sounded as sharp as knives.

"That's none of your fucking business.", she hissed.

"Oh I don't think so, sweetling. You'd be smart to tell me. Only if I know I can prepare you properly. You wouldn't want your tight little maiden cunt to be fucked roughly without giving you time to adjust. Especially not if you're dry as a desert."

Daemon was almost ahundred percent sure that she was a maiden and the thought made his cock swell to twice its size. The way she looked at him with this uncertainty in her eyes. And despite trying to seem indifferent and distanced, he had noticed how attentive she had listened to him during his last words. Also, Daemon simply couldn't believe that a girl like her, who looked so sweet and innocent could already have been defiled by another man.

He made sure that she had her eyes on him while his hand traveled further south. He saw the way her pupils widened and the sound of the rattling of the chains filled the tent.

"Stop it.", she spitted. "Stop it at once."

He rolled his eyes and brushed over her collarbone through her dress.

"Quiet. Or I'll put a gag on your mouth."

And yet Daemon actually took his hand off her body. Not because he didn't want to see and touch her breasts, he would do that very thing later, but because he had something else in mind. His cock was almost bursting in his breeches and he simply needed some relief. And when he looked at Arlis' pink and soft lips the only thought in his head was what it would feel like to bury his cock so deep inside of her throat until the only sound that could leave her mouth was her gagging and choking. That would shut her up as well, Daemon thought while he finally let go of her hair.

She let out a relieved sigh and perhaps seemed to think that the rogue prince had changed his mind. She couldn't have been more off.

Daemon watched the suspicion in Arlis' expression when he reached down to where her wrists were chained to the chair. She didn't seem to be that dumb to think that he would just let her go now after all.

Yet he freed her from the chair and wasn't surprised when the girl pushed him away at once while simultaneously trying to get off the chair. It filled him with so much smug to see how she failed because Daemon simply held her back with a hand gripping her shoulder and pressed her to the chair.

"Fuck you, you arsehole.", Arlis pressed and pulled and pinched at his arms. "Just let me go, already."

"I'm afraid that's not gonna happen.", Daemon sighed sarcastically.

Then without giving a warning he gripped her upper arm and shoved her to the floor. At first the girl winded herself and refused to have her knees touch the floor but he was too strong and simply pushed her down until she didn't have a choice but to stare up to him.

Additionally, Daemon had positioned the girl so that there was the big wooden table right behind her. The edge of the table was on the same level as her head which meant that if she tried to escape from him the table would block her way. He could just press her head against the wood and she wouldn't have a choice but to take it all, whatever it was he would give her.

Daemon had a hand in her hair to hold her head to his liking and he made sure to dig his fingers into her scalp. In response Arlis flinched which made him take yet another step towards her so she was now fully trapped between the table and his body.

"I know you'll do such a good job, pretty girl. You're so eager with everything you're doing, mhm? I just know you'll suck my cock so perfectly. Well, if you won't it doesn't matter either. Then I'll just fuck your mouth and use you like a toy and that's fine with me as well."

Daemon could now see something new in her eyes, a mixture of fear and panic. But still, she wasn't on the point of breaking because she tightened her lips and her eyes spit fire so much so that one could assume the blood of the dragon ran through her veins as well.

"Open your mouth.", he said and tried to sound as cool and dominant as possible.

He liked the way she fought him off and how desperately she resisted him but Daemon simultaneously enjoyed to make her feel scared so he felt a fluttering in his stomach as she looked up to him with big eyes.

"N-No.", she stuttered and seemingly was startled with his request. He hadn't even freed his cock; why did he want her to open her mouth? Daemon smirked crookedly and put a hand under her chin.

"Do it."

But Arlis denied and pressed her lips tightly together. Gods, she really was a defiant little thing. But he was confident that he would have her broken and messy by the end of the night. He started by delivering a light smack on her left cheek that only made her eyes glisten with more anger. Yet she let out a gasp which told Daemon that the things he did had an impact on her.

"I said open your fucking mouth.", he repeated and forcefully gripped her chin.

When she still didn't obey him he groaned and furiously pushed two fingers between her lips while pulling at her jaw and the girl seemed so surprised that Daemon was able to enter her mouth and he immediately shoved his two digits so deep that they hit the back of her throat. Arlis choked and gagged and despairingly fidgeted with her hands in order to find support. But all her hands reached were his hips which she pushed at in an attempt to free herself.

He watched her struggle with pleasure and his eyes glared with amusement. Therefore he kept up the assault for another few seconds and then pulled his fingers back a little so she could breathe. The little girl gasped and inhaled greedily while her pupils danced hectically in her eyes.

"See what happens if you're a bad girl?", Daemon whispered evily.

Arlis was still unable to speak so she just furrowed at him while trying to regain her breath.

"You'll take my cock now. And if I were you I'd be good now, understand me?"

As a reply she shook her head and Daemon sighed disapprovingly.

"Oh, dear. You want me to hurt you, don't you?"

Another motion of her head. Daemon flared his nostrils and then removed his fingers from her mouth which made Arlis pull as far away from him as possible. He intended to take off his pants and breeches now but knew she would try and run away if he let go of her. It turned out to be very cumbersome but eventually he was able to do the task one handedly all while his other hand still gripped her head tightly.

He now had to listen to her outbursts again and Arlis let out little curses and insults and only when he was done with freeing his rock hard manhood did he react to it. The girl in front of him stared at his member anxiously but even that couldn't soften the rogue prince's upset temper. He had enough of her bratty attitude and suddenly slapped her cheek again. It was a little more forceful this time but not so much that she started to cry.

"I will fuck and pound this cunt of yours until you remember your manners, little pet. I don't care how long it will be, I don't fucking care how sore you'll be. You'll take it."

She sniffed and tried her best to appear cold towards his words but he obviously saw the way she squeezed her eyes.

"Open your mouth and if you won't do it willingly I'll fucking make you and you don't want that to happen.", Daemon whispered dangerously.

It was a pity, really. Instead of obeying him she futhermore turned her head away from his center. Daemon exhaled loudly and prepared himself for another fight that he was certain he'd win.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair without caring whether he would hurt her and forced her to look at his manhood again. With his other hand he took hold of her chin to pull at it and at the same pushed his cock against her mouth. Arlis let out a whine but the mess of the whole situation actually allowed him to force her mouth open and he shoved his cock inside. The girl in front of him squirmed and threw her head to the side but there wasn't anything she could do. Daemon's hand controlled her head, she didn't know how to get his cock to leave her mouth and so she stared up to him helplessly.

The rogue prince moaned at the new feeling. Her mouth felt warm and wet, just like he wanted it. He had his eyes on the kneeling girl and it almost made him burst right in this second. Her wide eyes, her pretty lips wrapped around his manhood… And everything only became better once he started moving inside of her mouth.

He pulled himself out a little so that only his tip was inside but then thrusted right back in to hit the back of her throat. Arlis angrily cried out but simply had to endure it as Daemon used her mouth without paying attention to her resistance.

"That's right…", he purred. "What a good little mouth you have. I additionally would like to say that you're a good girl but unfortunately that would be a lie."

She coughed while he spoke those words and flashed her eyes at him.

"Do you have something to say? Perhaps apologize for your stubborness and tell me that you'll obey me from now on? You know that I own you now. You're my captive and it's my choice what I plan to do with you. I could make you my personal fuck toy and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. That depends on what lies between your thighs though. If your slutty cunt is gonna satisfy me, perhaps I'll keep you. You're pretty to look at in any case."

This time Daemon was sure that those were tears welling in her eyes and it only fueled his desire for her. She seemingly tried to blink them away and lowered her gaze so she looked at his legs instead of him but he had glanced at a wetness gathering in her eyes which he laughed about now.

"Not so strong now, are we?"

Then he grabbed her jaw once more while simultaneously delivering a particulary sharp thrust inside her throat. She had no choice but to look at him and watch the smug smirk on his face.

"Let me see those pretty tears… Yeah that's right. Cry for me, come on. S'not gonna stop me."

He ravished her throat, bruised it and didn't care whether he hurt her or not. All he was capable of thinking about was the way her throat wrapped so tightly about his cock, the way her warmth sent shivers down his spine and how she gagged and complained around him.

"Oh fuck.", he moaned and narrowed his grip on her head.

She was still winding and shifting and so Daemon secured her position in front of him by coming yet another step foward so there was no way she could escape from between his hips and the table.

He went deep, so incredibly deep that his balls were pressed to her face. It felt so good that Daemon didn't even want to come and instead enjoy this perfect mouth for the rest of his life. But at the same time he was so close that he felt like exploding every second so he slowed down a little and even granted Arlis some room to breathe properly.

Greedily she inhaled and held her hand to her chest. Daemon would've thought that perhaps the girl was a little more frightened now and therefore more submissive but he couldn't have been more off. The assault seemed to have only enhanced her fury as she made yet another effort to fight him off. She pressed on his legs to make him step away, angrily mumbled something he couldn't understand and tried to escape from his grip in her hair. But soon he shoved his manhood back in and continued to pound her mouth while throwing his head back in ecstasy.

"Oh gods be good.", he panted. "Look at you… On your knees for me. So fucking pathetic."

It was only seconds later when Daemon felt the tension in his lower stomach tighten and then contradict.

"Oh fucking hells.", he growled and released right into her mouth.

His seed shot in her throat which made her choke but he wanted her to swallow it all so he kept his cock buried in her mouth until he was sure she had milked him completely and had been forced to swallow every drop of his seed. Only then did he pull away until his now flaccid member hang in front of her face. She hiccuped a few times, stubbornly refused to look at him and squirmed in his grip.

"I bet you liked that, didn't you?", Daemon smirked. "Getting that slutty mouth of yours fucked. Getting ruined by me."

Arlis raised her gaze at last and looked like she was trying to set him on fire with her glistening eyes.

"Fuck you. I hate you and you will get punished for this."

If she had attempted to threaten him, she had failed. Daemon merely chuckled and then yanked her to her feet by her hair until she stood in front of him. Her face, particulary her cheeks and nose were reddened and traces of tears covered her face. Her already wild hair looked even messier now and this picture of her made him incredibly hungry for her despite just having released.

Daemon pushed the girl towards the table until her backside hit the edge of it. Fear and uncertainty darkened her eyes but it only made him want her more. He slowly reached out to her waist and tightly gripped her through the fabric of her dress. Arlis was quick to try and shove his hands away and additionally kicked him with her feet.

"You will not touch me.", she hissed.

"Oh I will. And I will do so much more than that."

And then with a swift motion he grabbed the collar of her dress and tore it apart so it hang loosely over her body and exposed her undergarment. Perhaps it was in that moment that Arlis realized that the rogue prince would take what he wanted and that he planned to claim her maidenhead right here and right now because her facade crumbled, she started to shiver and tears gathered in the corner of her eyes.

"Please. Please, don't.", she whined while Daemon started to remove the layers of fabric covering her stiff body.

"Aww, what's that? You've decided to drop your bratty attitude?"

He was genuinely amused and observed her tense jaw.

"Please don't touch me. Please, my prince."

Her pleas filled him with satisfaction. He had suceeded after all and now had a begging and broken girl in front of him. Because as much as he had enjoyed taming that stubborn little thing, he couldn't wait to see her crying.

"You're mine now, little one. And that means that I get to decide what I want to do with you. And at this moment I want to see that pretty body of yours and then fuck your tight little cunt. But keep on begging, it's too adorable."

With these words Daemon removed the rest of the layers from her shaking body until she was bare under his gaze. She had still tried to fight him but at this point she seemed weakened and frightened so that her attempts were beyond ridiculous.

Once he ran his eyes over her body he felt his cock already harden again a little. She had small breasts with pink perky nipples that looked so delicious, he couldn't wait to bite and nibble at them, a small waist and frizzy brown hair between her legs that covered what hid underneath. It was almost too much for him. He didn't know what to do with all of this, didn't know where to start so he leaned forwards to force her into a kiss.

His lips sucked on her cold ones and her taste made his heart beat faster. Meanwhile his hands forcefully grabbed her breasts and squeezed them in his hands which made her whince. Suddenly Daemon felt a sharp pain in his lip and he pulled away from her at once. When he licked over them he tasted blood and stared at Arlis with narrow eyes.

"You little slut.", he grunted and wrapped a hand around her neck.

"Is this what you want?", he asked evily without letting her out of his sight for one second. "You could have a much better time, sweetling, if you simply laid still and took what I give you. But seems you want to take it the difficult way."

His hand stayed around her throat while his mouth kissed down to her collarbone. Her light skin looked so pure and delicate to him that he couldn't resist and bit and marked her. Now and then Arlis flinched and hissed out at the pain but over all she seemed a little more tame now after he had scared her by choking her. Once he had enough Daemon pulled away and proudly watched his work.

Her cleavage and neck was covered with light bruises and bite marks where he had sucked and nibbled at. She looked so… desirable. He wanted nothing more than to show his little fuck toy off to the world and letting everyone see how he had claimed her.

After observing her for another few moments Daemon leaned down again and this time took care of her breasts. Her nipples were already hardened though he was not certain if she was aroused or simply scared. While still taking hold of her neck he started to kiss and suck on her nipples while always concentrating on one for a few seconds and then switching to the other. After a while Arlis quietly murmured and squirmed in discomfort and taking a look at her nipples he noticed how red and sore they had gotten. He didn't stop though. She looked too cute shifting like this and the occasional moans were music to his ears so he continued to let his tongue circle around the buds and drew them into her mouth until he simply couldn't wait to get to her cunt anymore.

Therefore Daemon grabbed her hips and lifted the girl onto the table without leaving her a choice and then was quick to spread her legs and step between them before she was able to close them. He watched the tears stream down her face as she seemingly feared his imminent actions so much but the prince mockingly stroke her cheek.

"You look very pretty when you cry, you know that?" He then smiled. "You don't want that cunt to get fucked?"

Arlis swiftly shook her head and tried to convince him with the most pleading look of her eyes. "No. Please, my prince."

"What a shame then. But don't you worry, little one, I'll warm you up because I feel merciful today."

With these words Daemon suddenly dropped to the ground and knelt between her legs while widening them with the strong grip of his hands. He sighed with pleasure once he saw what laid between her thighs and his thumb soothingly caressed her soft skin.

"Well… Will you look at that? Perfect fucking cunt."

He kissed the inside of her thighs right next to her most intimate parts. "From now on you merely exist to serve me. You're my plaything, my toy to use whenever I feel the desire to."

His words were in such contrast to his soft kisses that it made Arlis' head spin.

"You won't speak unless I tell you so. You won't move unless I tell you so. And if I have to fuck your stubborness out of you I'll gladly do so until all you're capable of saying is yes and thank you."

And then without any kind of warning he closed the distance between his mouth and her cunt and pressed his lips on her bundle of nerves. Daemon could tell that this was entirely knew to her in the way she gasped for air and when he took a look up he saw that her eyes had sprang open like she was a woman haunted.

At this moment Arlis was dry as dust but the prince was quite convinced of his skills and started to let his tongue tease her pearl. Daemon's arms were wrapped around her thighs in order to keep her still and after a while he could feel her moving around and this time he wasn't sure if perhaps she was actually turned on or rather wanted to escape his grip. Because when he licked at her entrance he could taste something sweet and wet on his tongue and now nothing could stop him.

He lapped up her arousal and then spreaed it all over her folds and especially her pearl. He used the slickness to circle and flick the little nub, press into it and traced it. When he suddenly heard a quiet moan he stopped his motion. Something about it sounded a little different to the sounds that had left her mouth earlier and Daemon was curious now. And first and foremost he wanted to hear it again. He wanted to turn her into a begging mess, make her plead him and ask him to keep going. He wanted her to embarrass herself and humiliate her until she would cry. So he glanced at her with a cruel smirk and just very slightly brushed over her pearl which made her inhale sharply.

"So you do like this…", he whispered and Arlis' eyes sprang open at his words. "It's pathetic, really. Here you are refusing to give in and as soon as I rub at your little pearl you can't bring out a coherent sentence. Desperate little thing."

She sniffed a few times and then gulped loudly. "Please stop…"

Daemon laughed at this and threw his head back. "Oh I don't think you want me to stop. I think you want nothing more than to get this little cunt of yours pounded and filled with my seed."

Her 'No' was swallowed by the moan she let out once his tongue came back to teasing her bundle of nerves. He needed her to come, wanted to taste more of her sweet juices and wanted to see her fall apart. That was why Daemon fastened the motion and made sure to put more pressure on her pearl while his hand grabbed her breasts to play with her nipples. He heard her whine and cry and moan and whimper and each sound only hardened his cock along with her divine taste.

And then, when he felt her muscles tense underneath him he knew that she was gonna come so he stopped. Arlis who was panting heavily and unsteadily lifted her head to see what was happening and Daemon grinned smugly. He had just ruined her orgasm and she didn't seem fond about it.

"Do you want me to go on?", he asked innocently.

Arlis clearly fought with herself and quietly hummed while pushing her hips towards him. He could see the pleasure in her eyes and the way she bit her buttom lip and Daemon knew he had her right where he wanted her.

"Go on. I want to hear your pretty voice." He lightly ran his thumb over her pearl and watched with amusement how her face tensed.

"P-Please…", she mumbled but it still wasn't enough for Daemon.

"I can't hear you."

A desperate cry left her mouth and she threw her head to the side. His thumb pressed into her nub with more force and Arlis moved her hips in order to create some friction.

"Please. Please continue."

She sounded so pathetic and needy that Daemon couldn't help but reach up to her face and smugly run his thumb over her lips before finally going back to work. All that he had wanted was to hear her beg for him and now he was eager to watch her fall apart under his touch.

Daemon buried his face in her cunt, lapped up everything there was while flicking her pearl and then she let out a muffled high-pitched noise and collapsed on the table. His hands were tight around her hips so she couldn't flee from his mouth but she seemed too powerless to fight anyhow. He devoured her sweetness, rolled his eyes back at what most definitely was the best cunt he had ever had and then looked up to the girl.

She had her eyes closed and yet tears were streaming down her face. She almost looked pitiful lying there like this so Daemon soothingly stroke her thigh.

"Oh, sweet girl.", he cooed and then got up from the floor. He stood between her legs and gently grabbed her waist.

"You're gonna be a good girl now and take my cock, right? If not I'll make you take it. Which is gonna be more painful for you but I don't really care which path you're gonna choose."

Her eyes fluttered a few times at his words and she put her arms in front of her breasts in order to hide them which Daemon commented with a scoff. Roughly he took hold of her wrists and pinned them to the side of her body.

"You're not gonna be able to hide from me, little doll."

His eyes wandered from her head down to her feet once more and then he fisted his hard cock. Arlis seemed to really understand the gravity of the situation and moved back from him with glossy eyes.

"Please. Please, my prince, please don't do it."

Her reaction was exactly what he had wished for. Having her at his mercy, watching her beg him and seeing her at her lowest. Breaking her.

He ran his tip through her folds, stopped at her pearl for a brief moment and then spread her arousal all over her cunt. She whimpered and pressed her eyes together as if she was able to avoid the imminent action that way and then Daemon's cock was at her entrance. He circled it a few times, enjoyed the way she shivered in his arms and twitched every time she thought he would enter her now and then finally sank into her.

She shrieked out and her face was drawn with pain while the rogue prince let out a deep and long sigh. She was so incredibly tight that he feared she might tear off his cock and the warmth and wetness that welcomed him was almost too much.

"Oh fucking… Oh shit.", he moaned and tightly grabbed her shoulders not only to keep her up on the table but also to have some leverage while he stretched her wider for him. Tears relentlessly spilled from her eyes and she looked even more pale now. Her hands had grabbed the edge of the table beneath her and she would've fallen on her back if Daemon didn't hold her up.

"Oh yes… That's a tight fucking cunt… Gods, I knew you'd be good for one thing."

He stayed buried in her for a few moments in order to regain his breath and then pulled back only to start thrusting into her at a steady pace. Arlis gasped out at every sharp jolt but he could tell that it was caused by her pain. Daemon truthfully would have been kinder to her and given her more time to adjust but he was tired of her stubborn attitude and wanted to punish her for it. He had told her that it was her choice to either obey or continue to fight and she had chosen the latter. Now she had to live with the consequences.

At some point Daemon let go of her shoulders and pushed her so she was lying on her back. His hands dug in her waist and he forcefully held her down while filling her sore cunt to the brim. It wouldn't have been necessary of course. Arlis was weak, done with everything and took what he gave her without fighting. Her eyelids were closed and her body only moved when she was being shoved by a particulary deep thrust. And yet this image aroused Daemon so much that he wanted her to come again. And if the rogue prince wanted something he would get it.

So his finger reached out to her center where his cock pounded her cunt and he put it on her pearl to stimulate it in intense circles. She responded with a quiet whimper from her slightly parted lips and Daemon knew he was doing well. Soon he slowed down a little so he wouldn't burst before Arlis had come again but then finally he felt her walls clench around her and no matter if she liked it or not, he forced her to come again. He allowed himself to cross the edge as well and grunted as his seed filled her hole.

Daemon didn't pull away at once as he wanted to make sure that his semen would stay inside her. He pushed into her one more time and only then slipped out of her which she reacted to with a whimper.

Arlis wanted nothing more than to be left alone at last and preferably never see him again but he didn't grant her the favor. He put on some clothes on his body and then approached the motionless girl again. Daemon wrapped a hand around her throat so he was certain he had her attention and brushed with his mouth over her ear.

"I think I will keep you, darling. You have a nice little hole and a pretty body and I think it would be a waste to have you executed. You're mine now anyway… You're gonna be my little fuck toy to calm me after a long day. My plaything to always take with me. My little whore…. I do like that idea."

Daemon didn't expect an answer from her and just dropped her back to the table.

He didn't give her another glance and simply left the tent and only then did Arlis allow herself to cry again.

[azuritethehermit]

So this is my Grumbo, creative writing assignment for my course. My teacher liked it, and I got many compliments from my peers. It's based on another Grumbo short story I made for this class. Generally, though, you should be able to gather what's going on.

I only had 200-300 words per entry, with a 5 entry maximum, so that's why they're so short. For everyone who said they wanted to see it.

@oso-bigback64 @raylaismad @not-a-boot @crispycheeto364 @a-sociopath-do-your-research @endaisgayandtrans @auseryoumayknow @ghost-er-toast-er

Blog entry number 1: Day one

Many months ago I began my search for the key to immortality. Although I have yet to find it, I am sure that I am going to get there soon. Nobody has done what I have been able to do, technological advances have not come as far as this yet. Today, a boy fell from the sky, he claims his name is Grian, he has yet to indulge me in where he has come from but I will inform once I become aware. As of now I have brought him back to my lab and we’ve begun testing. He doesn’t seem to feel any pain at all once so ever. He claims not to be immortal but something does seem off. Only time will tell. We got along easy, I don’t mind having the company around, he's a bit of a pessimist but I can make it work. Later today I plan on taking him out to town, he says he hasn’t had a meal in days which simply just can’t be good for him. Now, however, I am in my office whilst he naps on my couch, writing this entry here. The testing went well, his blood and hair samples are currently in the lab, I am awaiting results. What I do know now though is he seems to be sprouting these sort of purple feathers along his back. When I asked him about them he didn't know. Will do more research on those.

Blog entry number 2: Day fourteen

Today, I have a lot to say. I have made a technological breakthrough. The feathers were the answer, the stem of these feathers that come from him hold a sort of liquid, the chemical compound is something that I have never seen before. It's simply extraordinary. Grian has opened up to me more, he's talked about the sort of tortures the Watchers put him through. When I asked him what a Watchet was he also wasn’t quite sure. They claim to be gods, but he believes that they are something so much worse. I have tried to find books and papers about them but they seem to be mostly mythological creatures that random people have written about. Grian looked over the books with me but he doesn’t think most of the information is correct. I've claimed him as my patient, and I believe he has claimed me as a sort of patient as well. He refuses to sleep unless I do. I believe it's just the kindness he carries with him, he's less pessimistic than I had originally gathered but he had just fallen from the sky after being held captive for an unknown amount of time. All that being said, he continues to stay in the lab seeing as he doesnt have any family, or doesn’t remember. He doesn’t even necessarily think he's from this world. Which, opens up the idea of multiple dimensions, exciting stuff for a man like me really. Once again I will report back soon with more information.

Blog entry number 3: Day thirty

Something strange has started to happen, perhaps it's due to the stress but Grian seems to be strangely concerned about it. The fronts of my hair have begun to grey out, nothing too serious, I feel perfectly fine. It's probably because I’ve been working too hard. On another note, I think I’ve figured it out. Grians DNA from the feathers mixed with the chemical compounds of CH4 and CHN2OPS, must be injected through the skin directly into the vein. I believe it is possible I have found it. A test subject is all I really need, I’ve sent Grian out to find and catch rats to test on. He's found one, and it hasn’t died yet. Thinking about it now, I don’t know why I made immortal rats. Ignoring work, Grian and I have been getting closer, I think we must be connected somehow. For someone like me, a scientist that is, it is surprising for many to hear that I believe in a predetermined destiny, and that destiny has brought Grian to me for quite a few reasons I don’t think I’m ready to disclose yet. Not to him, or whoever is reading this blog here. Besides, I need to do more research and distractions aren’t necessary.

Blog entry number 4: Day sixty

I’m starting to fear that the greying isn’t normal. It has spread from the beginnings of my hair to the very roots and all over. I feel older somehow, my bones feel lighter? Grian says he does not truly believe I am okay and has begged me many times to stop my work. But how can I stop now? When I have already come this far? I know the immortality shot works and I can just give it to myself, the first human test subject. He says he's worried about me, about what will happen. He claims that the Watchers are punishing him, through me. Although, I’m not sure why they would do that because I haven’t even known him for long but maybe it ties back into the whole fate thing. I am a little bit worried about how this is all affecting Grian, especially because he hasn’t been talking much, I’m sure he's just feeling a bit under the weather. Right? Today though, I think something happened between us. I'm not an experienced person but there was a moment where everything felt okay, we were just sitting together, me on my stool, and him in his small chair in the corner. He's found a way underneath my skin. I’d be lying if I said I want him to leave. I have thoroughly enjoyed his company more than I’ve ever enjoyed someone else's company. I'd usually consider myself a loner but I don’t want to be alone again. I think he feels similarly, I think that's why he's so worried about the greying. I don’t know.

Blog entry number 5: Day eighty-seven

I was supposed to die today. I should’ve listened to him, I really should have. Science isn't meant to mess with the laws of nature. People die and I've passed my prime in a short time. As of a few minutes ago my body was roughly around the age of seventy-five or so. Grian is gone now, he traded his life for mine. I can’t even thank him. He came here just to bid me goodbye, and through the crack in the door I caught sight of the Watcher, it was beautiful in a sick kind of way. I'm young again, I’ll die one day but not now. For the rest of my life I’ll be mourning somebody who fell out of the sky, and anybody could hardly believe me. All I can keep thinking is about how I shouldn’t have done this, I was so insistent, and wrong, and right at the same time. I did figure it out but the cost was what mattered. I’m back to being alone, I caught a glimpse of my appearance in the mirror. My hair is back to dark, it doesn’t feel real. Even running my fingers through the thick hairs on my head. I’m stressed, I want to forget this all. Every last second.

[vettelsvee]

MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT REPUTATION'S VERSION

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TACK 1 ...READY FOR IT | charles leclerc x reader ⋆ smau Y/N finally decides she's ready to start a relationship with Charles even people just hate her so much for her past dating other F1 drivers.

TRACK 2 END GAME | george russell x reader Y/N, after dating too many guys for fun, is finally ready to settle down her mind by starting dating George, her brother’s best friend.

TRACK 3 I DID SOMETHING BAD | fernando alonso x reader ⋆ smut Fernando has a night one stand with Y/N De la Rosa, his friend Pedro’s daughter. He knows that’s bad, but why the forbidden feels so good?

TRACK 4 DON'T BLAME ME | oscar piastri x reader Y/N is scared to start a relationship with Oscar not only because she’s broken more hearts than she can remember, but also because everyone told her she’s not good enough for the McLaren driver.

TRACK 5 DELICATE | max verstappen x reader Y/N started dating Max and, since the first minute, their relationship has been public. She’s so in love, she’s so happy to be with someone as nice as Verstappen, but she’s also so insecure and vulnerable about what others think about them.

TRACK 6 LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO | lando norris x actress!reader After breaking up with his boyfriend of three years, Y/N decides to move forward and show people that she wasn’t the villain of her and Lando’s story.

TRACK 7 SO IT GOES... | charles leclerc x reader ⋆ smut After having one of the worst fights of their relationship due to some photos that were leaked and the thoughts of the media and fans of Y/N cheating on Charles, the couple decides to solve problems in a not so talkative way.

TRACK 8 GORGEOUS | sebastian vettel x musician fem oc Sebastian decides to spend a weekend by himself next to Alessia Cavalli, the girl he might be falling in love with after his wife, Hanna, cheated on him. Sebastian is captivated by Alessia, but he can’t just express his feelings: not only the media will become obsessed with them, but also Hanna and the rest of Seb’s family. So, for now, not only Vettel, but also Cavalli, will have to be friends even tough they think about each other they’re gorgeous.

TRACK 9 GETAWAY CAR | george russell x reader After having a relationship with his teammate, Lewis Hamilton, and having broken up with him after many years dating, Y/N just need George as a getaway car.

TRACK 10 KING OF MY HEART | lewis hamilton x reader Y/N was happy to be single until she met Lewis in one of the Louis Vuitton events.

TRACK 11 DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED | oscar piastri x reader Oscar really wanted to spend the rest of his life with his best friend. Y/N wanted to be honest with Oscar and tell him she was truly, madly, deeply, in love with him. However, things turn out to be different and they decide to hide their feelings because they know things will get worse if they're honest to each other.

TRACK 12 DRESS | sebastian vettel x singer fem!oc ⋆ smut Sebastian asks Diana, the girl who used to be her best friend and girlfriend, to go with him to FIA Prize Giving 2018. Diana, who’s a famous singer, decides to wear a dress only for Seb, the guy she still has feelings for and also the father of her daughter, to take it off. Will Seb still have the same feelings for Diana?

TRACK 13 THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS | oscar piastri x reader After a meal with Mick's family and friends, Y/N finds out that the toxicity she was dealing with in her relationship with Schumacher wasn't just a thought she had but a reality she was living.

TRACK 14 CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT | sebastian vettel x reader After the loss of her mother due to Alzheimer, Y/N meets Sebastian in a therapy group, who seems to be his savior when her life was falling down to pieces.

TRACK 15 NEW YEAR'S DAY | carlos sainz x reader A proposal on New Year's Day is what Carlos' girlfriend wouldn't have expected after dating for almost nine years with the Spanish guy

[topazadine]

Okay, okay, here's perhaps my spiciest and most controversial take yet.

Now, before I even say anything, please note that I am talking specifically about fantasy. Not retellings of myths, not historical fiction set in different countries, nothing like that. This is for second-world fantasy, where you're creating a whole different world.

Ready?

Stop making everything so damn complicated!

This is not to say that you can't have a rich and exciting world filled with lore, religion, different societies, traditions, unique geographies. Not that. Of course we want that: it's the whole reason we read fantasy. I'm talking about something else.

This is my simple takedown, and you can read the rest to better understand what I mean:

Stop jamming your story with five billion weird words.

Don't use super complicated nouns.

Keep the characters to a minimum so we can know and like them.

Don't yammer on about all the backstory.

Stop making readers do homework just to understand things.

Focus on the feeling a story gives instead of the intricate worldbuilding.

And lastly, a pre-emptive note to those who are putting their hackles up and telling me why they are an exception.

Why is it important to keep things simple?

A lot of people shy away from fantasy because they assume that every fantasy story is going to be so complicated that their head will hurt. Not in terms of plot - many people like complicated plots - but in terms of terminology and history. Things that ultimately don't really matter to the plot.

We as writers often assume that everyone cares about our story as much as we do and is equally captivated by every detail. This is simply not true.

To your reader, your story is not their life's work: it is entertainment that they want to be able to enjoy at their leisure. It's a distraction from their difficult lives and all their real-world frustrations. If they get really into it and, say, write fanfic or whatever, that's amazing! But they're not likely to do that if they feel like they'll be jumped on for doing something wrong or that they have to include every single little detail.

For example, I wrote over 1 million words of Touken Ranbu fanfic. Touken Ranbu, at its heart, has a very simple premise: you've got a bunch of legendary swords that were turned into hot men and fight evil time-traveling monsters. You can understand it with just that. There are layers to it, though, that you can slowly untangle. That makes for good writing because it works on multiple levels depending on how much you care about it.

I would have given up on the story if I felt like I needed a dictionary just to understand the plot. Most people would. Language needs to be accessible and premises need to be clear, or no one is going to want to go deeper.

Subtle little details that people can pick up are way more enjoyable than tossing every single factoid at people so that they feel overwhelmed and can't think. It's wonderful to have rich layers of symbolism, mythology, etc. That's excellent. But you can only get people to care about those things if they can actually comprehend your damn story.

A lot of the things that turn people off from fantasy are all about a writer's ego, and it oozes through the work. People can tell that you're wanting them to pat you on the back for putting so much shit in your story. It's annoying and a total turn-off when you make readers work so hard to comprehend what you're saying.

So what exactly am I talking about? This.

Using made-up terms for everything that could easily be explained with a normal English word

When I am writing fantasy, I imagine myself as a translator. After all, my made-up societies have their own made-up language (Seinish) that is referenced a few times.

However, I'm not using Seinish words all the time. I'm writing in English. I didn't write out a Seinish dictionary or even come up with most of the terms because, honestly? Most readers don't care. They want to understand what's going on in as simple of terms as possible, with only a few specific terms that remind us that we're somewhere different.

I may use some specialized terminology, but it's always couched in context clues that make us aware of what it is without actually having to just say "sdlkjfslkdjf, also known as a marketplace."

For example, in The Eirenic Verses, the High Poet Society has religious centers called meronyms. (Which actually isn't a made-up word.) We know they're religious centers because we see all the religious leaders living there. Someone sees the term "meronym" and goes "oh yeah, that's the religious place" and moves on.

It's one of the only confusing, specialized terms in the book other than place names, which people expect whenever they're reading fantasy. Because of that, it stands out and is easy to remember. It's not one of 1029310283012830132 different terms someone has to remember in order to follow along.

Even Tolkien, famed for literally writing an entire extra book full of lore for his stories, doesn't really use that much specialized terminology except for place names. My favorite author, China Mieville, only uses specialized terminology for things that have absolutely no basis in our reality and that can't be explained otherwise. And he's an extremely eloquent guy who uses the weirdest words possible whenever he can. If he can write a book that's mostly comprehensible without a cheat sheet, you can too.

If there is an English term for what you are trying to explain, just use that, for the love of god. The point of writing a story is not to show how smart and special you are: it is to tell a story. You need to remove as many barriers to access as possible.

Things that get a pass and can be made up most, if not all, of the time:

Place names (as in specific places, not categories of things)

Peoples' names

Languages

Species that don't exist in our world

Modes of transportation that don't exist in our world

Magic that can't be explained in any other way

Technology that can't be defined by our language

Look, if you have an animal that is basically a dragon, just call it a dragon. If you've got a wheeled carriage, call it a carriage. Call earth magic something based in earth terms, like "terravitae" or something, idk. There should be some connection to our world in your terminology because you are writing this in English for an English-speaking audience.

It doesn't make you a lazy writer, it makes you one that wants people to understand what you're talking about. Again, imagining yourself as a translator is a good way to keep yourself from going ham on the nouns.

Proper nouns that are way too complicated

Let's look at some well-known proper nouns from fantasy.

Middle Earth

Narnia

Earthsea

Discworld

Westeros

Ankh-Morpork

Bas-Lag

Wonderland

They're all ... simple. They're not a million syllables with weird intonations and accents and all that. If you showed this to a medieval peasant, they'd probably be able to pronounce them and would likely understand that they were place names.

Unless there's a good reason to have a weird name, don't use one. Come up with something simpler.

All of these I mentioned are three syllables or less, making them easier to remember. In fact, I'd argue that nearly every proper noun in your book should be no more than three syllables. Maybe one or two four-syllable ones.

Any very weird name should be balanced out by several easier ones so that it stands out.

40 million characters

Younger writers often want their world to feel very lived in, so they introduce dozens of characters with their own names, descriptions, backstories, etc etc etc. The problem is that this is a huge mental load on your reader, especially if a lot of the characters have very similar names. It makes reading your stuff into a chore rather than an enjoyable experience.

Now, some literary greats do have a lot of characters. But they get away with it because they're great.

I'm not great, so I don't do that.

I'd also suggest that you don't do that, regardless of how good you think you are.

To see if you have too many chracters, write out a dramatis personnae and rank it in terms of importance. Does your top tier have like 15 characters? Cut some. Figure out where they are in the story and if they don't exist for more than a few pages, delete them. Absorb them into someone else.

If a character is only in one scene, don't bother naming them. They don't matter enough. This reduces the cognitive load for your reader because they can see that character for what they are: a background person who exists only briefly.

Any time you name a character, they need to have deep plot relevance. The more unusual your character's name, the more important they should be. And they should have some sort of relationship to another character, preferably the main character. Otherwise, why are they there? Why do we care? Go away!

Way too much backstory

I am an adult and my brain is filled with 50 million other things. I have to remember stuff for my job, I have a to-do list, I have family I care about who needs me.

Your story is not the end-all be-all of my existence. Hell, my story is not the end-all be-all of my existence either. I want to be able to pick up your book, understand what's going on, and then delve a bit deeper or even make up my own headcanons.

I do not need the entirety of your story's world thrown at me right off the bat. It is overwhelming and tiring. Imagine if you visited a different country and someone immediately came up to you and started spewing the whole history of the country right after you stepped off the plane. That's what you're doing to your readers!

Think also about how you approach your everyday world. Do you reel off a million facts about your personal history the instant you meet someone? No, of course not. It'd be weird and creepy.

Are you constantly recalling facts about your city while walking down the street? Do you even know any major facts about your city? You probably know a few little trivia points and that's it. Because it's not relevant to you, and it's not relevant to your readers, either. I can't recall off the top of my head when Cleveland was settled, but I can tell you that we have the world's first Dunkleosteus fossil in our museum, because that is interesting to me. That's the kind of thing that makes a place feel lived-in, not four hundred thousand pages of exposition about the place's history.

Give your readers time to settle in, and reveal things slowly as they make sense. Maybe we hear a little bit about the country's government as they pass a parliament house, or because they have to visit the city center for a different reason. If it's not pertinent to the current scene, then don't put it there.

I've got tons of lore for my world. Some of it may be referenced one singular time, and some of it may be never referenced at all. That's okay, because it's just for me to get a better sense of the place I created. If a reader doesn't need it, then I don't bother putting it in, because it might detract from their enjoyment.

Overall: stop making your readers do homework!

We do not want our readers to feel like they are working when they are reading our stuff. Excellent writers can infuse deep themes and symbology into their stories without making it feel like work. These are the writers who are remembered forever, because not only have they made a good story that you can enjoy at a surface level, but they have also twined in deeper themes that you can dive into after you've digested the story.

I did my undergrad in British literature, so I read a lot of Shakespeare and contemporaneous authors. Shakespeare is considered complicated by modern standards because of the Elizabethan language, but if you translated it into modern terms, his stories are simple. People betray each other and stab each other, or fuck each other, or get transported to weird magical worlds.

You could watch a Shakespeare play and think absolutely nothing of the themes, but still enjoy the story. You could know absolutely nothing about Greek history and still get the gist.

This is because Shakespeare specifically wrote his plays to appeal to a mass audience. He was a god-tier author when it came to balancing symbology and plot. To be like Shakespeare, be simple. Remember that your reader does. not. really. care. all that much. They don't.

It's very unlikely that your writing is going to become someone's life's work and they're going to spend their whole existence studying. Cool if true, but unlikely.

Your job is to make a story that people like and want to read. Only when you've gotten people liking and reading do you get permission to go ham with the backstory and the characterization and the weird names, because they trust you to create a story that they will like. Otherwise, your primary objective is making people feel things so they want to feel more things and read more stories.

People care more about how a story makes them feel than the specifics

Yes, of course there are outliers to this who really want every single detail of the world, but those are few and far between. You should not tailor your story to these exceptions. Think about the average everyday person.

I have many books that I love, but I can't tell you everything about them now. I can, however, tell you how I felt when I was reading them: the plot twists that made me gasp, the thing that made me cry. I can give you a general, sweeping impression of whether I liked or disliked the story and what made me feel something. This is what people recommend books based on: how they felt.

Your story should focus on the plot and the emotion. People watch movies, listen to music, read books, or look at art to feel something, not to memorize factoids for later usage. Even if they do want to memorize factoids, they won't do that if they haven't built an emotional connection to the story.

While in life, we want facts over feelings, it's opposite in creative writing. We want feelings over facts. The emotional resonance, the mood, the characters, the plot: that is what is important, not showing off how smart you are and how much you have thought about your story.

"But Topazadine, I am special and different! I'm not going to follow your advice."

Sure. Go ahead. I can't stop you. If you want to have a million characters and an entire dictionary to explain everything, that is your choice.

No one can tell you how to write; my advice is just advice.

If you don't like what I have said here, then feel free to ignore it. You don't need to justify it to me or anyone else.

However, you must recognize that this may not resonate with readers. It will turn people off.

I'm not a completionist, and neither are many others; they'll roll their eyes and click out when they are faced with ten pages of character names upfront.

Of course you should always write for yourself first, but if you are planning to write fiction for any level of commercial appeal and you intend to make any amount of money on your work, then audience does matter. If you want kudos or comments on your AU, audience matters. You won't get engagement if you are alienating people.

Your writing decisions are always your own and no one can demand you do something different. You just need to decide whether your personal satisfaction in writing your story in a certain way outweighs your desire for validation, and, perhaps, money. I can't tell you the answer for that; it's up to you.

If you enjoyed this, maybe you'll consider reading my fantasy book, 9 Years Yearning, which does not have 121238103 characters and 3230123 strange words. It does, however, have double-tsundere-mutual-pining-gay-boy-awakening. And horses. It's also just $3.

[lol-jackles]

Since you’re in casting, I’d love to pick your brain a little about selecting actors. I love that Jared is a constantly rising star, but in the most loving way possible, he really isn’t the best actor. 80% of the time when I’m watching him, it feels like I’m watching someone acting. He’s not the most natural Versus someone whose performance I get lost in. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to watch everything he does, and it kind of seems standard for cable network TV (for example, I feel the same ways about Nathan Fillion, David Boreanaz, Matthew Daddario - but it doesn’t make me like them any less). Honestly, the only network TV show they didn’t make me feel that was is Hannibal, and even that was only the leading actors.

I would have assumed that acting ability would be the most important part, but your page has made me realize it’s more than that, and let’s be honest, Vampire Diaries wouldn’t haven’t gotten that far if acting was the most important skill set needed. I’m guessing for the Jared’s and David’s their entire history counts most, but what about for someone just getting hired - the Jared getting the Gilmore Girl’s role or the David getting the Angel role. If they’re acting seems…stiff (wrong word?) what makes a casting director say, ‘you know what, let’s give it to them anyway.’

It’s just such a hard world to break into and I’m guessing there are auditions from people with a little more natural talent, so what makes that final decision?

(Asking as someone who is about to start the audition process)

I think what Jared (and Nathan, David, etc) has doing for him is he acts from his authentic truth. I'll expand on it later in this post. With that said, Jared is a character actor trapped in a leading man role, it's why he's not the "best actor" because people tend to believe that good character actors disappear into their roles by diminishing their screen presence, which you can't do when you're a leading man. You may be picking up on this conflicting issue. Think of Brad Pitt who works best as a supporting actor (X), and struggles a bit as a leading man so he has to throw out nuances and reply more on his raw charisma.

I haven't seen Gilmore Girls but I read Jared was the 2nd or 3rd Dean. Dean was recast because the OG Deans' chemistry with Rory wasn't up to snuff. So that answer your "final decision" question, which is chemistry. David Boreanaz had good chemistry with Sarah Michelle Geller. His chemistry Emily Deschanel in Bones was fine, bordering on good, but it was more fun/odd couple vibe whereas his interaction with Michelle had depth. Whenever Jared and Jensen tell their chemistry audition story in front of the producers, I'm pretty sure they're leaving out that Jared likely had chemistry auditions with other various Dean actors.

My advice on auditions is walk into that room like you’re going to solve their problem. 

Most casting directors talk about wanting auditioning actors to "make bold choices" because they believe it will get in touch with their authentic self and therefore, make them a captivating performer. My advice is adjust the text to your authentic emotion so that you're reacting to the events of the story from your internal truth. It doesn’t matter if the story is a sci-fi, comedy, or a period piece drama: if we don’t believe the actors, we won’t care what happens to them in the story. The audience is an incredible lie-detector: the average person has, for their entire life, been storing countless passive data on how normal people react to various situations, so you can’t fool them.  

My CD used to say that it's easier to tell the truth on camera than it is to lie because once you believe in yourself, then you're not acting anymore. I don't 100% agree with her but that seems to be what most CDs think.

The more confidently you use yourself as a canvas and let the context of the scene speak through your own emotional repertoire and point of view, the more compelling and interesting you are to watch. The most interesting or captivating actor is the one whose next movement, facial expression, or line reading is unpredictable. That's the difference between Jeff Bridges (unpredictable) and Beu Bridges (reliable).

[frickingnerd]

red means “i love you”

pairing: penny polendina x gn!reader

summary: penny is a regular at the flower shop you work at. not just because of her interest in the flowers, but her interest in you!

tags: wholesome fluff, mutual feelings, confession through flowers (reader to penny), flower language, friends to lovers, flower shop owner!reader, penny is a flower nerd

penny had always had a fondness for flowers. every time she passed by that little flower shop you owned, she couldn't help but stop by to admire the flowers. until one day, it wasn't just the flowers that drew her to that little flower shop, but you.

“they're so beautiful…” penny whispered to herself, crouching in front of the shop, admiring the newest flowers you had on display outside. she was so captivated by the flowers, that she didn't even notice you were slowly approaching.

“you're beautiful…” you teased softly and smiled, crouching down next to penny, whose head whipped around surprised as she heard your voice. a faint blush hushed over her cheeks, as the words you said to her sunk in and she noticed just how close you were right now.

“sorry, i didn't mean to startle you.” you chuckled softly and soon got up again, lending penny a hand, which she happily accepted. as the two of you stood back up again, you asked: “would you like to have those flowers? if you'd like, you can get them for free. you've spent so much on flowers here already, so it's the least i can do.”

“h-huh?” penny glanced down to the flowers, then back up at you. “oh, i– i couldn't possibly take them for free! they're much too valuable for that…”

a smile hushed over your lips, before you picked up and grabbed the flower pot, placing it in penny's hands.

“you're the only one who sees the value in those flowers, so i'd like you to have them. i'd rather give them a home where i know they'll be taken good care of, than sell them for a lot to someone who doesn't even know their name.”

“they're chrysanthemums!” penny blurted out, causing you to smile softly. you knew that she'd say that. penny really knew all the flowers so well. sometimes you feared she might even know them better than you did.

“that's exactly why i want you to have them. you know them better than anyone else. i wouldn't be surprised if you knew the meaning of them as well…”

“oh, i do! white chrysanthemums stand for the truth, the pink ones for slighted love and the red ones mean…” penny stopped herself for a moment, realizing the meaning behind those flowers. you smiled softly, eagerly awaiting for her to say what you two already knew. “red ones mean… ‘i love you’.”

“that's why they're perfect for you.” you said with a little smile on your lips, finding it too adorable how flustered penny got when she said those three little words. “you're special to me, penny. and since we both speak the language of the flowers so well, i thought i–”

“i love you too–!” penny blurted out, unintentionally interrupting you. she had been so lost in her own thoughts, that she hadn't realized you had started talking again. “o-oh, sorry–! i didn't mean to… g-go on!”

you chuckled softly and shook your head, watching the flustered penny grip tightly onto the flower pot in her arms.

“i think i've said almost everything that's important to me already. i love you and i have done so ever since you first walked in to buy your first flowers. i knew then and there that i'll never find anyone again who understands me and the flowers here as well as you do, penny…”

penny had a small giddy smile on her lips, that she couldn't hide from you, even as she tried. hearing those words made her happier than anything she had heard before.

“understanding you has always been easy for me.” penny admitted. “even when i felt like i couldn't connect to others, i knew you and me spoke the same language. the language of flowers…”

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I just watched a video by The Vintage Read Show on YouTube and I'm SO glad someone is seeing through Garry's acting. Almost everyone is saying they don't feel sorry but he looks miserable and say they see the glimpses of "old Harry". No. He plays it up for the cameras as a signal to the royal family.

After he collected the Pat Tillman award, he happily walked down the stage and was animatedly talking to someone but the minute he saw the camera, his face dropped and he put on a sad puppy face. The same event, he was happily rubbing his wife's knees and talking to her but we can't see that on most videos on mainstream media. In the Colombian trip, he was smiling very happily in videos taken by passerby but he looks miserable in the official photos they released. It's a tactic he's using to tug at heartstrings especially the royal family. See how his PR articles are getting more and more desperate after it's made known that William doesn't want him for his coronation? He wants back in no matter what so he's doing all that to make them feel sorry for him and is acting like he's her captive. For all we know, he'll go in then demand they bring her in or else he'll tell all his now well established royal reporters and PR contacts that they're really racist and are breaking his happy family.

He's more manipulative than her and I don't know why people think he's a poor little puppy that's trapped in her evil claws. He's worse than her.

I don’t think it’s all manipulation though.

Harry’s someone who loves attention and being fawned over for the prince he is, and when he isn’t getting attention, he’s glum and miserable. That’s not an act; that’s someone who doesn’t have a poker face.

And yes, videos and photographs tell different stories but who do you think is authorizing official photographs? I’ll give you a clue: it ain’t Harry. Because have you noticed, in most of the official photos - like the Sussexes’ Christmas 2019 card - Meghan is clear, front, and center while Harry is sidelined or has some kind of fuzzy filter on him.

But we can agree to disagree.

[mirpuzzle]

I've been really curious about this, who are your top ten Yu-Gi-Oh characters?

Hello! 🌷 Usually, I only have a few favorites. So, aside from the first three, the rest is constantly changing. I'll try to put them in order (all under the cut).

♡. 10 ── Carly Nagisa (5Ds)

What's not to love about her? She's funny, pretty, and a complete mess of a person. She gets in all sorts of trouble, all because she's trying to make a living. I like it when she gets screen time.

♡. 9 ── Noa Kaiba (DM)

He was my favorite as a kid, so I still have a special place in my heart for him. His story made me cry. He did not deserve that. He only wanted others to understand him. You're valid, Noa.

♡. 8 ── Yusei Fudo (5Ds)

It's rare for me to favor a protagonist. That's how you know he's good. This man is a blessing to Yugioh. He has a natural charisma that's impossible to ignore. He's perfect.

♡. 7 ── Bandit Keith (DM)

...I think. I have mixed feelings toward him. I don't even know why he's on this list. I keep going to him in games where Kotsuzuka is not there. So, that must mean I like him, right? I'm confused.

Cross Duel showed me he can be really nice to you if you help him win. I appreciate how he helps other duelists fortify their decks, using the themes they originally had instead of giving them a completely new deck. He cares.

While there's no excuse for what he did to Kotsuzuka and the boys, the fact that, behind that 'bad guy' front, there's a sad, broken man makes me feel bad for him. He deserves to heal.

♡. 6 ── Ryou Bakura (DM)

The anime doesn't do him justice. The more I learn about him through other fans and Duel Links, the more I like him. He's a precious cream puff who likes spooky stuff and is treated terribly by almost everyone. He deserves better (friends).

♡. 5 ── Divine (5Ds)

This man is terrible in every way, and that's the point. I hate that his character was designed to be hated. He gets no backstory, no redemption arc, no nothing. He's just there to be blamed for every bad thing that's ever happened. I pity him. He's the worst. I love this guy.

♡. 4 ── Thief King Bakura (DM)

PLEASE give this guy a break. He has gone through enough. The way he pulled himself back up after all that tragedy is impressive. Imagine how one skillful Thief became a Pharaoh's major threat. A Thief who brings up important moral questions that society seems to ignore (deliberately). He deserves to be heard.

♡. 3 ── Kiyoshi Takaido & Satake (DM)

They share third place because I can't have one without the other. I automatically started loving them because they're close friends with Kotsuzuka. I like that they care about him. These guys have so much potential to explore, and it's a shame we see so little of them.

They're not 'Keith's lackeys'. They're duelists in their own right. They have ambitions and aspirations. They just didn't get to be in the spotlight.

♡. 2 ── Yami Bakura (DM)

Sometimes switches places with Takaido and Satake but usually stays in second place. He's wickedly perfect. From his gorgeous design to how he pretends everything is part of his plan, even though he's literally dissipating into nothingness. He has the nerve to make empty threats that he never carries out. And I love him for that. No one can deny that he looks cool when he shows how evil™️ he is.

There's something beautiful about this ancient evil spirit dedicating his existence to fulfill his objective - all while showing us that he can enjoy normal human activities, like playing games. The complexity of his character captivates me. You can study him for hours, and it will still take you a while to figure him out due to his confusing lore. I like reading what other fans have to say about him.

The way he makes others suffer causes me to have mixed feelings. Sure, I love angst. I just wish there were some feelings involved.

Seeing him make enemies with almost everyone he crosses paths with makes me think he wants to keep everyone away, and that's sad. I want him to care about someone other than himself. I want someone to care about him.

♡. 1 ── Ghost Kotsuzuka (DM)

Yes, that one guy who's known for using Zombie-Type monsters. That short, spooky 15-year-old who walks around hunched over pretending to be a ghost, not realizing he's too cute to be scary. That naive boy who trusted the wrong person and then was unlucky enough to cross paths with the main antagonist. He's my favorite.

I love him. The way his eyes light up when he talks about the things he likes is adorable. I could listen to him gush about ghosts for hours.

His character tends to be frustratingly misinterpreted and overlooked. It's sad that some people think of him as nothing more than collateral damage to Yami Bakura's 'mischief'. He deserves better than that.

When you see past his 'side antagonist' role, you realize he's a precious little guy who's trying his best. Behind that ghostly, mischievous smile, there's a lost youth looking for guidance from a 'big bro' figure he can look up to, whether he realizes this or not.

Despite the differences in his characterization between the manga, anime, and games, one thing remains consistent. He grows into someone who wants to prove he can duel by himself.

But what does he get? Nothing but pain. Betrayed, deceived, ending up dead or lost in the darkness, condemned in almost every canon, with only his sentient Duel Links data to remember him by.

He only wanted to duel.

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I'll stop here. Otherwise, I'll be talking about Kotsuzuka for hours. Thank you so much for the ask! ♡ Sorry that it took a while. I was struggling to organize what I wanted to say for some of the characters, and I wanted to add some art :3

Keep in mind that I've only seen Duel Monsters and the first half of 5Ds, so there are many characters I don't know yet.

[spotlightlowlife]

Blitzø and Fizz introspective missed opportunity

In the last episode (It's been a while I know), we had prime opportunity to have the now reconciled Blitzø and Fizz to catch up some more, take a look at themselves in a new stressful situation, in a work space at the career they were both raised to excel at. We could see how different they are how they handle things.

We don't get this.

First of all, Blitzø truly didn't need to be there

It was like the episode was an excuse to push the Fizz x Ozzie ship but they're extras and a main character was needed. The excuse was to act as security for Fizz, which totally underminded Fizz but that didn't matter, he was supposed to be able to get in places Ozzie couldn't only for us to see Ozzie walk the red carpet, get into Fizz's dressing room for them to have a moment, be behind the stage curtain ready for another moment, just a minute after looming over Mammon's shoulder to heckle him, which meant nothing. No restrictions or threats ever presented themselves.

Since Ozzie's security excuse was bull, why not connect him to Blitzø in another way?

We saw Fizz wanting space in the episode prior, where he made sure Ozzie was too busy to attend his pageant rehearsal, giving us confirmation that Ozzie is not unwelcome at Fizz's other workplace, somewhere Fizz was looking forward to being, which also, adding in the casual mention of Ozzie not getting along with Mammon, could allude the the two sins having one sided rivalry, which could compliment Crimson's "weakest sin" dig.

Why not use this as a chance to let Ozzie be a pushover in his circle and show a very subtle jealous and controlling side? A want to be the most sexy and spectacular person in Fizz's life, reflective of little Blitzø trying to stand out, teen Blitzø trying to deter Fizz from an opportunity he knee he would jump at the moment it was presented, and finally adult Blitzø clinginess, perverse ways, crude humor and disregard for others space and boundaries.

Perhaps he could see Stolas in Ozzie, only a more decent version?

Ozzie and Blitzø could easily have things in common, they could both be underdogs among their peers, clingy to those they get close to, both shown to gently lead Fizz in a direction that they see as best and a sharing in a dislike of someone else occupying his time. Ozzie's phonecall could be a throwback for Blitzø and he just gets it, he understands the caring yet bossy gesture of inviting the friend along to keep an eye on things. Also since Ozzie is the sin of lust, Blitzø's regular the sex jokes could have a captive audience. They could be friends, giving Blitzø another connection in a high place. Blitzø could get empathize but also realise that maybe he is this overbearing, or good could be made uof his lack of nuisance because common grounds with a powerful figure only encourage him.

Either way their exchange offers Blitzø relevance in the episode and their talk, even if it's the only one in the episode, is meaningful.

Fizz on the other hand seemed irritated by Blitzø's presence down to Ozzie, and rightly so

Would this not have been a good episode for Fizz to realise he is not only manipulated by those he can walk away from but by those who are close with him too and that this has always been the case?

This springboards into the flashback, a rather telling story that served to show us Fizz's ambition at a young age and Blitzø's reluctance to see him move on at that time, which isn't too problematic since they were just children, but fast forward and the same gentle coercion of trying to convince him that this isn't worth it is still part of Fizz's everyday life.

Did Fizz notice this? Maybe.

Did it matter? No.

The issue of the episode was Fizz's lack of confidence in this episode was down to his appearance that was down to an accident Blitzø caused, which ofcourse doesn't matter, also his appearance has been the way it is longer that he has been famous, which is somehow never addressed dispite it being highly relevant. Fizz was worried about a scratch, which happened at some point during his most recent encounter with Blitzø, but by the end he was seeking validation that his lover loves him how he is minus the costume, there was no other nuisance as it all lead to Fizz revealing the extent of his injuries and Ozzie reacting how most decent partners would. Happily ever after.

So what did this have to do with Fizz's career that took off in spite of his injuries? Nothing, this was all about his ship.

We also met Mammon who served as the obnoxious, pushy menace of a boss, who's words and actions wouldn't seem out of character for Blitzø, but it's successful, powerful, content and nobody's crushing on him (set up to be a scapegoat, fellow scapegoats include Stella and Adam over in Hazbin), so it was easy to push any wrong doing his way just as we met resulting in Fizz abruptly and easily going his own way in a dramatic manner.

Fizz was denied the chance of making positive changes in his everyday life and setting boundaries with those he wants to around, how would he address the 'guidance' Ozzie and Blitzø offer? Does he now lose even more autonomy, just as he did following his abduction that set up his anxiety for this episode?

It's like he's a bigger pushover than he was as a sweet child, but it's ok because he's being looked after by his rich and powerful lover which is 'cute' and the audience can use these two as an example of what Blitzø x Stolas could be.

The flashback also served to introduce us to the creep

who had more presences than Blitzø and like Blitzø in the previous episode, served to be a critic and threat to Fizz, but are we to believe that this is just their second encounter or is this guy normally dealt with minus Blitzø?

Did creep have a point in his insult to Fizz about him working in a sleazy club and having a tired old act?

A point being, did it resonate with Fizz?

Fizz is not for Blitzø's sex remarks, his heckling of Millie and Moxxie fit as they were bringing down the tone of the business, the business is arguable sleazy, the performative ways of reminding us what it is with the waiter and the telecom announcer being examples and if what he has with Ozzie truly is love, one we know is secretive, then for all we know Fizz may be someone very reserved.

Just because he's in a loving relationship with 'lust' and had a one on one conversation with his (now) friend that involved liking his partners big D, doesn't mean he's down for anything. Still a more sexually private side of Fizz gets wasted on the likes of Blitzø who has made not one but (atleast) two sexually inappropriate remarks to him in the breif time since their reconciliation, Fizz reacted with clear disappointment both times.

Lastly, note that it took maybe a grand total of 10 seconds to establish very well that creep had been tracking Fizz's career for years. Another example of the best writing is reserved for those we aren't supposed to like.

He was determined to remain on top and outperform his main competitors Glitz and Glam, only for him to quit in the end because his man told him how wonderful he was.

What if, Fizz accepted it was his time to bow out and been supportive of fresh new talent?

He would be free to change his mind.

Alternatively, since Blitzø is a friend, something rare in this show, and was there for the creeps first encounter, what if it had been Blitzø being reassuring, like he's capable of being, his and Moxxie's abduction to earth being prime example. We could have went further into their history, Blitzø had been learning alongside and watching Fizz work for years. Going back to a time when things were fun and easier may have been of great help to him to learn to love what he's doing again.

We could have learnt weather or not Blitzø had been keeping up with Fizz's career all this time for whatever reason.

Could Fizz have not benefited from the support of someone who isn't his powerful demigod live in lover who he also works with, who spoils him like a pampered child and is also holds a prehistoric grudge against the other powerful figure? Couldn't Blitzø's constant sarcasm be used for good, offering someone who may not be bias?

We could have actually bought truth to Ozzie's claim at not being able to get in certain places, letting Blitzø be a main character worthy of being there.

There was no reason for Blitzø to dislike Mammon.

We see Blitzø's mood sour the moment Mammon anounced a pageant for an understudy, this ruined his whole day because he knew that he risked Fizz leaving, so how does this translate into giving Blitzø dialogue consistent of what Ozzie had to say? Again, Blitzø could have been tracking Fizz's career and seen that something may be off or out of character, reminder of how close they were, would this not have been backing for better dialogue? His own uninfluenced words?

The fizzbot commercial scene was a massive wasted opportunity. Clearly it was 10 years old and we now see Fizz looking uncomfortable for reasons we can only guess, was he already with Ozzie and knew what he would have to face at home? Is he a reserved person based on his (perfectly understandable no matter who you are) dislike of being creeped on by his childhood friend or fear of a very aggressive stalker? It's almost too little too late because we see this just as Ozzie decides, only now when he wants Fizz to quit working for Mammon, that he, lust itself, doesn't like being involved in producing these multipurpose sexbots (alongside all his other sex toys). First off, since Ozzie told us in the previous episode that he is all for consent, why hasn't Fizz's decade long possible discomfort been an issue before? Simple, it wasn't, this was portrayed as Ozzie and only Ozzie's issue, so why is it on Fizz and how does quitting his job bring an end to production? Let's not pretend that Fizz has any power. This was a cheap, poorly placed subplot to have the viewer read into this retcon as 'so loving and caring'.

If we go along with the flawed theory of Fizz being a quieter, less streetwise kid than Blitzø equals he's certianly this same person deep down, even as an adult who had a major event and a lifestyle change, and this lead Blitzø to believe that he was a sellout, then Blitzø could be the viewer of the commercial. Is this where he gots his 'Fizz sold out' assumption from? With no feeling of compassion or guilt?

Blitzø had prime opportunity to see that both himself and Fizz are having their strings pulled by the powerful.

He could have even gone one step further and saw that Fizz atleast likes his relationship and his job that bought him fame is one he put his life's work into, while Blitzø's own situation, both a work and a twisted sex arrangement, is a one sum of no benefits (especially since we don't see him working anymore).

Maybe he could have observed and realised that this is his treatment of Moxxie and general bulldozer management reflected back at him? His want to speak up for Fizz, the victim of a energetic, pushy, stubborn, invasive, insensitive and self serving boss is easily an evasive way of giving himself a dressing down, but if nothing changes and this doesn't result in him returning to I.M.P as someone more respectful, then atleast it's meaningful for the moment but consistent with the lack of accountability he is ever given, so win win either way.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Continued from this

Author's Notes: gonna see where this Cloe story takes me

Content Warnings: winged whumpee, captivity, broken bones, recovery, reluctant caretaker, mentions of death, 'it' as a pronoun

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This morning when Galea left home Cloe was still asleep. But when she returns midday he's finally awake, lying on his back and staring up at the high ceiling. When she enters he carefully sits up.

Galea shuts the door a little too hard and Cloe jumps. He holds his splinted arm protectively and keeps his head down.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Galea says, not to comfort him but because it's a fact. She hands up each of her weapons one by one and removes her outer layer.

"Am I yours now?" Cloe asks cautiously.

"Just for today."

"Then what?"

It should be easy to tell him, but Galea hesitates. In the silence Cloe draws his own conclusion.

"Then I go back to him?"

"Not exactly."

"Please tell me," Cloe pleads, eyes welling with tears. "Why am I here? Why bother patching me up if he's just going to hurt me again?"

Galea isn't sure herself. She makes a mental note to stop sitting at Omeron's table. It will save her a lot of future trouble.

"He plans to get rid of you," she says bluntly, seeing no point in sugarcoating it. "He gave you to me for the day to try out. That's all."

Suddenly Cloe is very pale and still.

"Get rid of me," he quietly says to himself. "How?"

"Come on, you don't really want to know."

"He's going to throw me off the mountain." It isn't a question.

Galea frowns. "How did you know that?"

Cloe pulls Galea's cloak tight around himself. He's shaking and staring blankly ahead.

"We find them sometimes, you know. The ones who get dropped. We find their bodies on the ground or caught on branches. They're so shattered and bloody sometimes we can't even tell who it is."

A chill runs through Galea at the mental image that conjures.

"I don't want my family to find me like that," Cloe continues softly. "If he's going to kill me, fine, but please...not like that. Anything else. Please."

"It's not up to me," Galea says.

But as she says it, she considers...maybe it could be up to her. She has no use for Cloe, but has no doubt Omeron would let her keep him if she asked. Maybe she could give him some dignity in death. Even the hawks and falcons her people keep as companions are given that, while the small-wings are discarded like spoiled meat.

Cloe is now fully enveloped in the cloak, hiding his face while he cries. Galea offers no comfort, but does set a jug of water and a plate of fruit and nuts out for him before she leaves.

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"So," Omeron begins. Galea can hear the smirk in his voice before she even looks at him. "What do you think?"

"Nothing yet," she answers coolly, "it's too damaged to do anything."

Omeron scoffs. "If it can walk it can work."

"With one arm?"

"Yeah, who cares?" Omeron leans in, a wicked grin on his face. "Don't tell me you're getting soft, Gal - "

In an instant she has his head pinned to the table and one of his fingers in her hand, pulled back just far enough to hurt.

"Go ahead," she dares him, "say that again. You don't need this finger, right?"

She bends it further and Omeron yells.

"Okay, okay! Come on, I was joking! Let me go!"

Galea keeps him like that another moment. She bets he never gave in when Cloe begged. Picking on something so small and helpless...coward.

Finally she releases him. He sits quickly sits up and scoots away from her, shaking out his hand and laughing nervously.

"How about I let you keep it another few days?" he offers.

Galea doubts a few more days will make her decide to keep the small-wing. But she has already made up her mind that Cloe is never going back to Omeron. She tells herself this isn't sympathy, but spite towards the boastful warrior who gets his kicks torturing things weaker than him.

"Deal," she says, turning back to her dinner. Omeron wisely takes his meal elsewhere.

[soraviie]

they're a homewrecker.txt

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ navigation ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ about: fluff, angst, a bit smutty, way too h*rny in the descriptions, non-idol! au so keep that in mind

━ a/n: discusses themes of cheating, broken and unhappy relationships and seduction so switch off your moral compasses, it's not a red flag if you're colourblind

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: Life is a peculiar type of mundane at "Borges" and though at times Namjoon is strangely content, other times he's ripping his hair from the scalp just to feel something. So when he finally gets a co-worker, he's over the moon already. He doesn't care if it's an old lady or a guy fresh out of high school. He'll take anyone to help, to wander the narrow shelves of this overrun bookstore. And then it's you.

You

And he's a goner.

Every day he's a goner.

Because for the first time he can talk about things he likes and is not told to shut up. And in his defence, he only discovers you have a partner when he's too far gone. The paper around the flowers rustles as he clutches the tulips nervously - ready to finally ask. And then the bell rings above the doors and you turn around, greeting the stranger.

"Hello, love."

He swiftly hides the flowers behind his back, pretending to be thoroughly immersed in the book registry as you kiss the stranger on the cheek. And that kiss shatters his heart into shards that still bleed.

The way your partner's eyes glint, he knows they know. Know of this ugly thing Namjoon has been unknowingly harbouring, a rotten seed with no flowers, no fruits. But you don't look happy and he knows your happiness - you are one when you're with him.

"You never told me you're dating," he lightly remarks, fingers running along the printed QR codes meant to take the scanner to the bookstore's website. It's been a sleepless, dreadful night. His skin had burned as though fevered but he was not sick. Not physically at least.

"It's not...something I like to share," you reply and there's that wrinkle between your brows. He wants to kiss it away.

You're unloved, plainly so.

And it's all unfair.

It's not in Namjoon's nature to be unfair, cruel even and malicious but his skin is burning and he mutters faint apologies in the wind.

But your partner should have appreciated a good thing when they had one.

It's hard to resist Namjoon already as it is, you find out, but you promised. Or at least you think you had. You don't know what your "love" is doing all you know is that this is becoming ridiculous. Why you haven't broken up yet is beyond a mystery, perhaps because they were the first one ever to ask or perhaps to not disappoint your parents. But that promise, all reasons are wearing thin because of Namjoon.

You sigh, partly dreamily, partly heavy. You don't know who made him, who created a man so fine, but you want to curse them and whatever fate sent you his way. This was a cruel test of your morality. And it doesn't help that he seems to goad you further. His sharp and angled eyes previously so captivated by books now are drawing webs around you like a spider. And so you sigh once more. This is wrong.

If only that would wash this away.

With strong arms, sly looks and obstinate determination, he commits to sin. Woos you in every way he can, knows how to. Flowers, poems, walks back home along the river, coffee dates, praise and oftentimes giving you this look. Sitting with legs sprawled across the sofa, tan skin glowing in the sun, he gives you this look, the one that says you can have it all if you just take it. But taking is wrong. Taking is bad.

But who will tell Namjoon that when he's committed?

He stands right beside you, towering tall and sort of feverish, in the small space you can feel the heat of his body practically sweltering. It's really hard to breathe, let alone think.

"We uh...got a new shipment of uh...Octavia Butler, we should," he takes a step closer while you take one away, your back hitting against the bookshelf. You can't think at all and he leans down to ghost his lips across yours. Please let this be a dream, a nightmare anything.

"You can't," it falls broken from your mouth.

"I shouldn't," he corrects. "Doesn't mean I can't. That I won't."

He's so passionate like fire almost, enveloping you whole as he pushes you up the bookshelf. Books fall as it rattles but neither of you care.

"This is wrong," you try to object but it's too faint to be of any sort of argument. He's kissing your neck and for the first time in any relationship, you hum with life as his fingers trail over your bottom lip, prying it open so he could kiss you once more. Drown you into himself.

"Maybe," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around your waist and pushing you closer, already impossible given how he's everywhere. There's not an inch not burning, not kissed and adored. "But you should be treated better than that. So let me show you better."

YOONGI: Never had anyone known Yoongi to be partial to injustice. To save a tiresomely long monologue they would say, in frank, like Yoongi himself would, he tried to not be a dick. For most of his life, he thought that those walking brainrots weaselling their way into someone else's relationship were nothing but worms, maggots feasting on someone else's gain because they could get nothing done by themselves but now...

After you...

Everything has changed.

Or well perhaps Yoongi himself was secretly a maggot, who knows. He didn't as he was doing things now he never thought he would.

"You lost, kitten?" he rasps, leaning against the wall. Already by your face, he knows you can tell he's up to no good. It's what you had - a mutual understanding. And a mutual flight of stairs to be shared in sickness and in health.

"Turn your music down," you say with a smile that clearly wants to kill him. He says if you want to kill him, go ahead but at least kiss him first.

"Come in here and turn it down yourself."

He actually absolutely loathes the shit that he's been saying. It's right down disgusting to himself as he's never untoward, merely teasing for now. He remembers coming to this very flight of stairs late at night only to find you crying. He doesn't know how many people walked past but you had merely scooched to the side, expecting him to go about his business like you were a ghost. No, less than that - nothing at all.

"Why are you crying?" it was perhaps a dumb thing to ask but one straight to the point. You were surprised by him noticing you but grateful. And at that moment his heart pulsed with pain. No one should be grateful for the bare minimum.

"You ever think you're losing your life right in front of yours?"

"All the time," he replied. "But I'm a depressed bastard. Why do you feel that way?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I could do more... I want to write...but publishers and then my partner says who cares...and maybe no one does."

The sentences make little sense to Yoongi but nevertheless, he understands that no one has talked to you for a very long time. It's gushing out of you like a river unbound.

"Hey, I care," he interjects.

"But you're a stranger!"

"Can strangers not care?"

And for a second Yoongi thought he thought he found a kindred soul in the eyes staring up at him only then the doors to your apartment open and a head pops through, snaps at you to come inside and stop talking to weird strangers.

Yoongi never liked his neighbours, but he began to loathe this one.

"And step inside your man cave?" you scoff. "No, thank you. You've probably got cockroaches crawling all over that place."

He ignores the low-hanging fruit involving the word cock. Alas, he hadn't fallen that down his morals to make lame jokes.

"It's perfectly clean, doll. Both my apartment and me."

"Well, it also should be quiet," you dryly remark. He loves when you do that. But he loves everything about you. Sometimes he thinks he's crazy. Just yesterday he had to stop himself from spraying your perfume bottle whose tester he found at the store just to have some semblance of what would it feel like to be with you. Your perfume mixing in with his clothes. Your shampoo in his towels.

"My head hurts."

He doesn't need to be told twice to turn it down.

He doesn't know what to do. How do homewreckers operate? Is there a plan to it? Or is it their wily charms? Yoongi never knew how to be charming, he just was and sometimes people liked it. All he knows he wants to care for you.

When he finds you inevitably crying again, this time over torn papers, he doesn't say anything just takes you by the hand and leads you into his apartment.

"I'll make some food," is all he says as you sit, unsure, by his kitchen table.

"You have books..." you rasp, voice a splintered gravel. Clearly having wept for a long time.

"Did you think I couldn't read?" he chuckles lightly.

"A bit. I thought you were in a gang."

He laughs some more.

"You're a judgmental little one, aren't you?"

But Yoongi's apartment indeed is clean, well furnished and even homey, you would say. He is a strange man. One you were fancying quite a lot to the point that for some reason the latest character, simultaneously both the villain and the hero, begins to bear too much resemblance to your music loving neighbour.

"What are you writing there?" he points with the laddle at the torn paper.

"It's just a...silly old story," automatically, you defend. Lounging around constantly writing was in no way a respectable career, one neither your parents, your partner or their parents supported. In fact, they tore it down to the point where you had no place to write, certainly not in the comfort of your own home.

"May I read it?"

If any one of you should venture a guess, this was the breaking point. Personally, Yoongi doesn't care if he's a homewrecker, home destroyed, home burner, anything to get you out of there. With him, you bloom like a flower in the spring. The book, a tragic crime novel, is the best he's ever read as he works together with you, draft after draft, and it's nearly finished. It's a stable routine now - he offers his heart, his own home, his mind for you to work, to bloom in peace. And it's almost like you're his girlfriend. Your shampoo is on his pillow, your perfume on his clothes, and your cunt squeezes him tight as he pounds into you so hard, this very kitchen table is giving it all to not break.

"You're so beautiful," he groans, pulling you by the hair closer, impossibly closer as you moan into the chilly air. Even now he wants more of you. He wants to be yours. But he can't. So for now he pulls you closer. Closer, closer, closer. So close you can't leave.

He can't sink his teeth into your neck, can't leave any marks of what transpires but he can drip his every thought like honey down your body.

"So pretty, so perfect, want to see you scream, baby."

And he no longers cares if it's wrong or right at all. He has to be with you otherwise there will be a part of him that will never recover. Perhaps it's crazy but it's the truth.

JIN: It's not exactly what Jin intended. Neither his feelings, neither your status, nor you being unappreciated bugging him so. He'd known you for a while but it's not the fact of when or how this started that he's invested in. No, all he really needs to know is what to do further. Pursuing someone in a committed relationship was certainly no badge of honour but neither is leaving them to wilt away before everyone's eyes. Neither is to choke on his own feelings to preserve honour. Either way, he'll lose something and he'd rather lose some of his reputation than lose happiness altogether.

Jin is beautiful but he's also nice. He's polite. He's not stuck up. He's gentle.

And he's single and you're not so it shouldn't be a thought in your head but you can't shake it altogether. It's an event, high-brow and boring and Jin is sitting quietly in his seat, gaze glazed and distant but then your eyes meet and his lips bloom into a soft smile. He adjusts his glasses and a sense of mutual understanding is established. You could make a conversation with him only with eyes.

"Man, this sucks," says he.

"You're going to stay there in the corner for the whole night?" you ask, pointing the glass at his figure.

"It's safe here. What about you? Where's your other burden?"

The burden is described as a faint circle drawn by a finger and an annoyed scowl. You laugh. You shouldn't this is your partner after all but you laugh because it's the truth.

"Not here."

Something about that drives Jin to walk. He doesn't particularly feel bad as he already decided that this is what he was going to do. He sits beside you.

"I wouldn't leave a beauty like you alone not a single day," he remarks as you slide your chair to give him space.

You flush.

"Well, of course, you can't leave yourself," you deflect and he laughs.

"Have you tried the roasted duck?"

"No. I need to...fit into these outfits."

He frowns.

"As a doctor, it's my duty to tell you it's an absolute horseshit."

He shouldn't make cursing this hot but he does.

"I'll fetch you a portion, just sit here."

The next time you meet him it's at the club, a party of one of the mutual friends and you thought he'd be situated at the corner once more, given his proclivity for introverted nature but unfortunately for you, he's not. Rather he's in front of you, hands on your waist both of you moving to the rhythm if a little uncoordinated. This is an entirely new side of the usually light-hearted doctor. The dance is almost the joke but not the way he's looking at you, softly with a smile but also with some spark of want. The way his eyebrows lift slightly, the way he tracks your movements, receiving your every laugh with the same enthusiasm you exuded. It's like a shared joke or a harmless game. But it's not harmless. You've got to return home not to Jin but to someone else.

You manage to get away but it leaves you cold. No joke to be had, except falling for a man while in a relationship. But to break it off you'd have to have enough time with your "honey", your bitter, bitter "honey". Who also makes you bitter.

"Hey, ____________, what are you doing here?" Jin questions, rushing over. Apparently, it was an unspoken rule if there's a friend in a family whose a doctor at a local clinic you have to bother him. Though this was an entirely different story, not one involving twisted ankles and whatnot.

"May I talk to you? Privately?" it's not exactly inconspicuous the way nurses stare at you.

"Of course," he agrees, leading to his office. "Did you acquire a booboo good doctor needs to make better?" he jokes but that spark is there.

"Tell me you hate me or that I'm a skank, a vile, repulsive person."

"I will not be saying that now or ever," he states sternly. Sterness is not a quality often seen on him but it's too damn attractive either way.

"I like you."

"Wonderful, I like you too."

"I'm in a relationship!"

"Dump them."

"What?"

He draws a deep breath.

"I've been in love with you quite a while, so I can't stand here and say you're bad for liking me when that's what I've been dreaming of. What I can stand here and say is...dump them. Not even for me but for yourself. You deserve so much more, so, so much more of everything and not these scraps you're being tossed. Do better for yourself."

"Would you still accept me?"

"_____________, darling, if not for our situation, I'd have you all over this office, time and time and again. On all birthdays and Wednesdays, when you feel lonely and when you feel like the most attractive person in the world. I want you now, I want you tomorrow and I wanted you yesterday, for all that you are, will be and fear to become."

Your breath shudders.

"I know it's not right but neither is seeing you wither away."

HOSEOK: You feel yourself on the verge of exhausted tears. You're not sad per se but just tired. And he stands there like a promise you desperately want to make. Make and keep. But you're yanked away before you can do any of that.

Fuck, if apples looked anything like Jung Hoseok you'd too eat from the forbidden tree.

You can't even breathe around him sometimes, it's like a crush but also falling towards a glowing diamond cliff at breakneck speeds. And perhaps you shouldn't but it only makes him so much hotter when he's cursing out your partner. For being low, for being despicable, manipulative trash and all those little thoughts and resentments you feared to speak out loud find a voice in him.

It's almost funny how his brows slant, the sheer death in his eyes as he glares at your partner when spotting you with your nose down, shrinking into the corner and the way he's with you, like he couldn't hurt a fly - all smiles and dimples and gentleness. He wants better for you, he wants you to be better but for yourself. You'd never met anyone who wanted you to improve this bad and who believed you could.

Hoseok personally didn't even comprehend what he was doing. Every time he met that trash of a human he not only saw red, he became red. Never before he thought he would spit so heinously at anyone but something in the cruelty towards someone he held most dear drove him straight unhinged.

He splashes his face with cold water and looks into the mirror.

"What are you doing?" he asks himself. "You know what you are, right?"

But a home can't be a place where you're made miserable. Home is comfort. And with that thought in mind, Hoseok swears to himself he'll make you a home somewhere just not with that motherfucker.

"Thank you for all of this," you bid him quietly, in half-lidded gratitude and he waves you off.

"You deserve the world."

"Oh, this, this area is charming," he points at your collarbones, on yet another getaway. This time on shopping for summer. He says he needed to get things as well. Things can be time with you well spent. Any time was well spent if you were away from that motherfucl-

"My collarbones?" you ask with blush and he swallows. Everything about you makes him teem with this sound almost. It makes him go, go, go. Whenever, wherever but to you in the end.

"Of course. But then again every area of you is charming." He has to turn away to hide the blush of his own but he's glad he said it, it's the truth.

It's all a bit of a happy blur and then fueled by alcohol he stops dreaming and starts doing. And your lips taste of club soda and heaven and personally the petty, sharp and terribly jealous part of himself is very gleeful at your stupid's partner's face as he watches their partner be properly kissed in front of everyone. He has half the mind to not start ripping your clothes off right there and then.

Unfortunately, he's shoved off you before he can, crazy or sane.

"You think I'm going to stand here as you grope my partner?"

"Don't fucking stand!" Hoseok snarls back, becoming red as he always had. "Sit down! You know where else you'll be sitting? At my fucking wedding reception when I marry this angel, you motherfu-!"

Before he can brave the fist flying his direction, it's stopped by a slap so hard it resounds throughout the club. Quite the achievement.

"Piss off," you yell back and Hoseok has never felt such pride. "We're done!"

Seeing the insane dedication in both of your eyes, they leave with a "whore" under breath but no one graces that remark.

"Hoseok," you begin, out of breath. "You're- hmph!"

He spins you by the waist and almost devours you whole. No waiting. No yearning. All mine, he thinks.

"You're home now," he whispers, gasping a short breath and then plunging once again.

JIMIN: Is staying strong even an option when this siren is coming after you? All sly eyes and knowing smiles he cares not that you should be with someone else. Worse of all he cares not even for the chase or the thrill but only for your happiness. And he makes you happy though you hate him so. How dare he make you feel all these things? How dare he be both an angel and the devil that sits on your shoulders all day long whispering praises and invitations.

You can all but scream into the pillow to relieve some frustration. Jimin screams as well, at least the good side of him but the little monster at first small and timid, purring away like a demure kitten, is practically yowling in happiness. It doesn't give a single shit it makes him chase after a nearly married person, it doesn't give a single shit at all, it wants and it'll have what it wants.

"You're crazy, you've gone mad," he scolds himself, tossing and turning in bed. But that doesn't stop him in the slightest, not his hand inching down with images of you streaming behind his eyes and neither does it stop any of what happens after.

He takes off his sunglasses, greets you in the middle of the stairs and leans down, your lips right against his.

"Hello, I've missed you," he smirks and your breath hitches which only makes him practically purr. If there's one thing he knows how to do it's to put on a show.

You clutch the water bottle, sweating like a sinner at a church. All around him there are whispers of how they want him, everyone wants him, fuck, it doesn't matter who you are, how strong you think you are, Park Jimin will ruin you. Why else were you here? What did you lose at a dance performance? Except for your sanity and the dryness of your underwear. Which would be fine, to be a nameless horny figure in the crowd such as this only meant to fit in, but he singles you out like a hawk. After every spin, every move, his eyes find yours and he's challenging you - to look away, to be morally pure and do the right thing that you always insisted you should do. But you can't. Siren's song has captured your ears and you can only listen to it from now on.

He says he's feeling shy to the cheering audience as that long, pointed tongue darts to wet his lips all while maintaining unbroken eye contact.

At this moment, Jimin, ludicrous and dazed and burning with want, thinks it's not that bad in retrospect to let monsters win sometimes.

And then he points that long tongue, the chief object of your dreams and terror right in between two fingers whilst scrutinizing your very soul. It should be lewd, obscene, you should scoff at such a display but you can't help but to imagine and imagine, and sink deeper and deeper into his bloodless claws.

"Came to congratulate me?" he's for some reason beckoning you to enter deeper into the empty backstage as all the other performers had already left. Jacket sparkling, leather pants pressing tightly against the muscled legs.

"You're evil," you whisper, worn to the last thread. He's been driving you crazy without a sense of remorse for so long you don't even know what to do with him.

"No, babe, just cunning," he replied with a sharp smirk, twirling around you. "All's fair in love and war, ever heard that?"

"You don't love me."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," immediately he smiles, punctuating each word with a kiss laid haphazardly over your face, quite intentionally evading your mouth.

"I'm soon to be married."

"With some loser you don't even like," he scowls without trouble. "Choose me, have love, all night and day."

"I'll leave," you threaten, baselessly, there has never been such an empty threat in the existence. You had an ultimatum return home at once or don't and be a free person once more.

"Bold of you to assume, I'll let you," he smirks and spins you right into his arms.

"If you feel bad about being...excited for me," he tightens his grip, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "Know that I'm very, very excited for you as well."

He plays with the end of your shirt and that already makes your blood reach boiling point.

"I'm really quite sorry for being so ruthless with you, honey," he whispers, biting lightly on your neck. "And soon you'll get to know a softer side of me as well but really I couldn't let you get away."

TAEHYUNG: If watching anyone else's life, you'd almost think it was comedy. Sitting in a park, arguing with your partner as one does, having a very handsome stranger approach your bench and exclaim with a disarming smile:

"Break up! I want," he extends a colour-stained finger towards you. "You."

It's like he's not even real, more of a character from a movie. He sits and paints in the park every day, not always even talking with you but always acknowledging you with a warm smile. One day, out of the same breed of curiosity that killed the cat, you sneak up on him to take a peek at what he's working on, expecting a detailed painting of the nature around him but on the canvas there sit only squiggles.

"Eyy, I can sneak up on you too," he drawls with that friendly, misleadingly envious face. "I'll try it next time."

"Why draw squiggles?" you ask, thoroughly perplexed. Everything about this guy is just weird.

"It's art," he defends. "Art is interpretation." then:

"Did you break up with that tightie whitie? I'm getting impatient, darling."

You opened your mouth to send him over the hills but somehow it ends with you exchanging phone numbers.

"Thinking of you xxx," says he underneath a selfie with his dog as you tuck yourself in, your partner thankfully nowhere in sight. You didn't know where they were these days.

"Goodnight. Tannie also says goodnight."

As you try not to smile at this clearly disturbed individual, laying in bed, kicking your feet like a lovesick teenager, you don't even notice the perfume of someone else lingering on the sheets.

Taehyung puts the phone down, a blissed smile on his face. Tannie barks.

"Don't judge me," he pouts. "If you'd know what I know, you also wouldn't feel bad. Besides, a good boy can do something bad. Just once, right?"

Tannie rolls his eyes and drops onto the bed again.

He is bold and he's certain without a shadow of a doubt that he can wrap you around that not-so-innocent finger of his. And he's sort of right.

"You don't even know me," you laugh during yet another one of your meetings in the parks. Dates. They are dates but you can't call them that. It would make it sound...incriminating. He leans in, all convinced with wide, determined eyes.

"I know you. I saw you in a dream."

"That's nonsense!"

"Is it? What about when you see me in your dreams? And..." he trails off never saying but insinuating and it makes you flush all over.

And maybe you do see him in a dream and feverishly please yourself, dreaming of his smile and thick fingers, grasping so readily, so barren of fear. He always looks like he's ready to eat you.

"Oh, there you are!" he greets you bounding across the park and launching himself on top of you - arms, legs, everything wrapping around you like a net. "I want to show you something."

An adult such as yourself shouldn't giggle but you do and you find yourself looking at a painting that isn't squiggles anymore. It's abstract for sure but captivating. Like this weird man.

"You like it?" he coos, gently nuzzling himself into the side of your face.

"I do. It's like you."

Taehyung takes up every corner of the mind but you even more so of his.

He can only beam at every glance you toss his way, every stretch of your hand, life itself suddenly gains new flavour, poems - their meaning. He can only waltz around his house with Tannie in his hands, belting out some nonsense about how he's going to have two parents soon.

He pours his all into you with boldened gleam and shockingly cutthroat determination. You're his baby now, he knows his baby and his baby soon won't be with some cheating asshole who had bragged about it at a bar Taehyung may or may have not visited at the time.

JUNGKOOK: It's in the midst of despair, in the absolute agony of jealousy and self-pity, that the accursed idea crosses his mind. Really, it's just a thought. It's not like he has a working plan - step a: do this, step b: do this, it's just his want to be around you in any sort of capacity. Maybe so much so there wouldn't be a place in your perception left to think about his opponent. And in his defence, he met you, saw you and liked you first and you also liked him first.

All he really does is kicks up an absolute storm and offer himself over and over again. Really, he's bad at taking things, at least within a matter such as this but offering himself is not a hard choice at all.

Clinging all day long, doing everything asked and unasked he becomes your rock and more and more when you think of help, it's Jungkook's face that comes to mind. You think, assume, get delusional about it, but you think your friend's brother is trying to be a homewrecker. To be not aware of it is to be blind. The way his jaw tightens whenever your partner is mentioned, those eyebrows of his drawing into a frown, the way he becomes all soft and flustered whenever you pay special attention to him. It's so endearing that unwillingly you find yourself doing it more and more.

Everything about him is endearing but that's what you had always thought even when he was just a stinky, annoying older brother of your friend nagging you for snacks.

Definitely not endearing is this recent development. Piercings, tattoos, muscle gaining in all the right places. There's nothing endearing about this bratty demon running around, running his mouth about how he can do better - he can carry the trash better than your partner, cook breakfast better, please you better. That had earned a decisive slap to his man boobs but that didn't seem to bother him.

"How unfortunate," he reckons without a hint of supposedly felt misfortune in his voice. He's wearing one of his new shirts if they could be called that. Some flimsy cloth barely stretched over his body. Was it...oil? On his abs?

He's truly not one to understand, Jungkook.

The staircase to the attic is small, so narrow you have to stand pressed up against each other like sardines in a barrel. You can feel every muscle of that body flex, a fact you're certain he's doing on purpose.

"What was the point of nagging me to come with?" you whisper. It just doesn't feel right to speak normally in a small space such as this. "You can fetch the jars yourself."

"No, I need your dainty fingers," he objects. "Just not for the jars."

"You're gross," you push at him but it does squat.

"Lessen the smile on your face and maybe I'll believe you," he smirks.

He finds that once you get past feeling like a douchebag, this game too makes him quite driven. Then again everything about you makes him such.

"Correct me then," he threatens cockily at the end of the conversation. Over. The. Dinner. Table. With your own partner sitting right beside you. A shameless Jungkook is truly what the world didn't need to see. Or rather couldn't handle.

Night had befallen and at the end of the dinner, you're left to wash the dishes. You and Jungkook that is. He stands needlessly close to you, occasionally bumping you with his hip.

Then he turns to look at you. And just keeps staring

"Are there any more dish-"

The kiss is brief, barely a second, just a peck but it's still there and you get a whiff of his cologne and the softness of his lips and how that piercing digs into the side of your mouth.

"Cherry," he mutters to himself inexplicably and begins giggling, nose scrunched in a manner that should not be this adorable.

Another dinner another meeting of friends and it's a complete wreck.

"Hey, man, piss off, why don't you?"

Jungkook sizes them up with an all too cocky smile playing on his lips.

"Or what?" he says, rolling up the sleeves over his veined, tattoed arms.

It shouldn't be this hot.

"Smile, baby," he coos over the camera. "You look so cute!"

The words of your partner ring over and over again.

Do you like Jungkook?

"That's my pretty baby," he continues melting over the picture like it's the Mona Lisa when in reality it's just you eating ice cream. You genuinely don't think for Jungkook there's a difference.

"Lemme have a bite," he says, says not asks, before wrapping his lips around the watermelon icicle. It drips down his chin and it's really not of any help the way his tongue licks up every drop, pulling into a familiar frown when he liked the taste of something.

"We broke up," you blurt, trying to sound accusing but it doesn't quite fall out that way. Jungkook smiles, licking away the stray sugary drop.

"Finally," he ruffles your hair before bringing his nose up to yours, beaming from ear to ear, eyes falling, hooded and glazed, down to your lips. "RIP to him but I've never lost what I want."

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*slams fists on table* I MADE IT!!!!! And I’m being basic!!! Thoughts on vampire submas?????

One steaming hot plate of headcannons

Here we go

Vampire Submas

Sfw but slightly suggestive

Vampires don't actually need sleep the twins can go days without sleeping, why do you think Gear Station is always open? Although sleep is a relaxing past time they don't need it.

The twins would probably have to hide in regular Society since there is a negative stigma against vampires.

Elesa it's the only one that knows bring a half vampire.

That's until when you came along, your so sweet to them when you smell so good and aah. Suddenly their urges are harder to control.

They can't help but fall more and more in love even though the feelings inside scare them knowing that you could be just like everybody else and be disgusted at who they are.

Their unbeating heart skipping a beat when you laugh at their terrible jokes or Goofy antics but they fear that wants you know you'll never see them again.

They're oblivious but they're not stupid. They know you have feelings for them too. They can hear your heart beat faster when you go near them, the way you give them a longing gaze and a soft smile. You cute cheeks Flushing when you see them and you even tried to shy away once you noticed you have their full attention.

Ingo

Has sworn never to bite or sink his teeth into a person. His whole life is lived off of blood bags while it quells his thirst. It doesn't satisfy his instincts. His instincts to hunt

His urges only get stronger and stronger, not that he minds. Ingo always had good self-control... until you walked right past him... Yes... that's all it took. The sweet scent of your blood was something he'd never smelled before. So lovely, so captivating, his knees grew weak as he fell into the floor. Worried, you tried to help him up and go quickly declined, picking himself up, his face turning red, afraid that he might pounce on you so much as brush against him.

His inner Instinct stir within him. A beast that laid dormant for all these years, finally threatening to break free.

His once pure clean mine now running rampant with thoughts of ravaging you and tasting your blood for the first time, drinking you till you can't move. While his hands roam your body.

A black scaly demon on his shoulders piercing red eyes beckoning him to taste you. Taste his first fill of fresh human blood.

He's not sure how long he can fight back.

He could never do that to you. He could never press you against the wall giving you no chance of escape before going in and biting hard into your skin; he could never sink his face into your shoulder as a way of marking you and feeding himself.

The fears of you pushing away from him and disappearing from him haunts his nightmares.

Emmet

Emmet always stays true to himself. He wants to finally find someone he can be open too. No more hiding who he is.

However, it's not like he can blame them. Vampires are creatures of the night and, in a way, prey on humans.

He tries to live off blood bags however it's not the same something straight from their prey. If humans don't care about him, why should he care about their comfort?

Mostly only drinks the blood of rule Breakers.( they'll never break a single rule in the subway again)

Emmet wants to let the secret out to you as soon as possible. He wants you to love him, all of him, blood-sucking fangs and all.

Emmet finds humans cute they're small and weak, like a feisty little kitten.

Emmet feels sort of possessive over you. He's unsure if that's the vampire inside him yelling at him to hold you close in case something steals his meal/mate from him.

Sure, he does has his own urges; he tries to stifle a whimper every time he feels your heartbeat, your sweet blood underneath this thin layer of skin. But he admits he is not as bad as Ingo.

In the end he just wants what's best for him and his brother. He'll treasure and protect you like his family because you are!

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To a surprise and no one besides the twins you end up accepting then being vampires in fact you seem to really enjoy that idea.

Ingo Beyond flushed his breath shaking when you ask him to take a drink from you. He tries to hold back when his teeth pierced your skin but he falls apart quickly. Moaning against your shoulder growling "mine"in other words you can't quite hear

Emmet is ecstatic immediately coming in to hug and kiss you. He doesn't have to hide from the people he loves anymore. He doesn't have to pretend.

You feel his tongue in your mouth, his face against your lips. The warmth breaks it for a second just to ask, "Wanna taste you, please? Just one sip?" Maybe Emmet had some ulterior motives after all; he still loves you, though, with all his heart.

In fact, Ingo finally tastes you for the first time, his eyes rolling back; he grabs you firmly and holds you in place. It took everything in him to pull away before he got to Ravenous. It's not enough. He needs more, and not just your blood

If the twins smell your blood from anywhere they are immediately on alert what if you hurt yourself? What if someone is hurting you?!

The twins taking no mercy to other vampires or people if they harm you. They swear if they break one little hair on your head, you'll be their next meal.

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❤️💛 and 🤍 for elden ring!

I don't know what's going on with the emojis in the original post, but I'm going to assume the top one is the red heart and my browser just doesn't want to render it ❤️: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

A question with so many answers especially after the inconceivable damage the dlc did to so many characters, but I'm actually going to answer this with Godwyn because I personally think Godwyn has been the most mischaracterized for the longest and is the most pervasive.

I think Godwyn suffers from martyr idolization and so many people get hung up on all the gestures and item descriptions made to commemorate him after his death that they don't reflect on the actual actions his character took while alive. He gets so often portrayed as this deeply kind, peaceful dove of a character who did no wrong and I think that's simply not true. I do think he was kind but very conditionally so because you can't be a peaceful dove when you're raised by two of the most notorious genocidal warmongerers and are actively complicit in their regime. It would be one thing if there was anything in the lore that pointed to him going against the Golden Order in any capacity, but if anything no one represents the Golden Order better than Godwyn and I strongly believe his role in the dragon war was him leading the Golden Order in a new direction. I think it was his influence and guidance that moved the Golden Order away from war with the outcome being genocide to war with the outcome being assimilation. Sure he and Fortissax made peace, but make no mistake that the peace was shown in the game to be built on the violence of assimilation and erasure of the draconic culture. Red incantations disguised as gold. Dragons taking on humanoid forms. A resounding capitulation by the ancient dragons to the rulership of the Golden Order, doomed to live in the shadows of history and their former glory. This happens again with the Carians. They rebelled against the Golden Order but rather than a war of attrition until they're wiped out, there's an olive branch extended instead. Radagon marries Rennala and now, especially with Ranni as an Empyrean, the Carian lineage is nothing more than an extension of the Golden Order.

It's also for that reason I don't believe he had any sort of real brotherly relationship with Mohg and Morgott. At most I believe he would have tolerated them, maybe pitied them, but I don't think he would have truly accepted them. There's nothing in the game to give any indication of that either given they were kept shackled in captivity in the sewers with all the other outcasts and rejects of the Golden Order all the way up until the Shattering. Did he care about the twins? Maybe, I think it was more likely he was sympathetic to them because they were both Empyreans, I think he probably tried to help them growing up, but I think he ultimately would have sided against them and their vision to tear down the Golden Order.

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

Miquella/Radahn content is a block on sight for me, but I feel like that's not exactly the most unpopular opinion. I'll build on the point above and go with Godwyn/Messmer which has become shockingly prevalent recently and I just ???????

I think it largely comes from how the timeline works in my head and the absolute nightmare of conflicting lore the dlc introduced. I don't think they ever met, I don't think they interacted ever in the timeline, because I don't think Godwyn was born until the Golden Order was established in full and I don't think the Golden Order was established until after the shadow lands were locked away with the birth of the Erdtree as we know it in the game. Also the journey to the shadowlands has to be a one-way journey for any of the dlc lore to work at all because otherwise why would Miquella need Mohg's body????? So it's not like Messmer could just pop into the Lands Between or vice versa. Maybe Marika can go back and forth because she's God but everyone else? One place or the other.

Plus I think ideologically they'd be complete opposite and they'd never see eye to eye. Messmer represents the "old" version of the Golden Order, with excessive violence and genocide, carrying it all out in Marika's name. Godwyn represents the "new" version of the Golden Order, with a focus on peace through assimilation. Not to mention there'd be the deep jealousy and resentment of Godwyn for being the golden child.

Maybe as a hate ship, but I personally don't see it being one formed on any sort of genuine affection. 🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

I was initially very tepid towards Ranni as a character, but honestly the more I engaged with her character while writing FoR over the years, the more I will stand as a diehard supporter. Other than the Night of the Black Knives we really don't ever see her acting in a violent capacity and she genuinely does seem to want to break the oppressive stranglehold of the Golden Order over the Lands Between. And she's right. The Golden Order effectively destroyed the Carian lineage with the Radagon marriage. Her mother's mind was utterly destroyed by him through the egg in the separation. The Academy attempted to coup them (and with no help from the Golden Order? hm???). The list goes on.

[shsl-analyzer-guy]

Takemichi stan here, please talk more about him being a protag, I'm very intrigued.

(And also, Celeste's cat, lmao)

I have been WAITING for this ask since I dropped the tier list. Thank you. Thank you so much

So in UDG, Komaru becomes the protagonist because she's Makoto's sister, and thus, becomes Monaca's target. Well, Komaru is still Monaca's target in this UDT au too, BUT it's because she's the sister of the mastermind, not the one who killed the mastermind. This puts her as a secondary deuteragonist of the game, as Leon (the deuterag) is unsure how much she knows and if she's trustworthy or not. But that left me with an empty protagonist slot, so I thought to myself, which Captive would best fit within this au? And two options came to mind. The first was Takaaki, but I ultimately wanted the protag/Deuterag dynamic that Toko and Syo had with Komaru so I decided against it, instead opting to have him be in my au's UDT 2 and play a major role there. The other was Takemichi.

Takemichi has always been one of the captives I would've liked to see the most, and it helped here that Mondo had become the first victim in this AU's THH, so I figured that gave him enough significance right off the bat to put him in a leading role in a game about the victims' loved ones, especially considering that we know Leon and Mondo were friends prior to the games. I imagine a game in which Takemichi actually remembers Leon but Leon has no memory of him has a ton of potential to it especially. (Also, as much as I love Tokomaru and Syomaru, I wanna assert that Leon and Takemichi are gonna be entirely platonic. Maybe a QPR at most)

If there are any Takemichi lovers who've scrounged up every known piece of info about Takemichi, and any of it contradicts with my limited knowledge and assumptions, please tell me, I'd love to hear more, but as of typing this out, all my knowledge of Takemichi is

A) he's Mondo's right hand in the gang

B) he's expressly not interested in women despite a literal fanclub

And

C) he's short? Ider finding this info so this could just be an assumption based on the way they draw his face

So my line of thinking would be him pulling together an outfit and painting a biker helmet to look like a Monokuma kid, and therefore, avoid being attacked. This disguise would be a work in progress over the course of the game, coming to completion in the later chapters to introduce a sneaking mechanic. This disguise would make for a way to reveal that the helmets aren't just helmets, but tracking devices to keep track of the kids, so while you can go past the kids with the disguise, it doesn't work on the Monokumas bots because there's no sensor telling them to stop. Also, I like to think his weapon of choice would be something along the lines of a survival multi tool for map exploration, while Komaru maintains the gun and can be swapped out when specific bullets are needed for puzzles, rather than shooting being the primary progression mechanic. Leon, meanwhile, is the main fighter, wielding a metal bat to break the Monokumas when they're attacked.

Really, I'd like to delve into the story of what made Takemichi want to join a biker gang, and having his past let him connect with Nagisa. I can't help but imagine Takemichi, who joined a gang, might've done so because of pressures in his home life leading him to redefine his life and leave home, maybe even staying with the Owadas. So he might just be the right character to reach out to Nagisa and get through to him, saving him from being killed by his own robot and giving him a second chance, with him then being the one to help them through the final chapter and warn them of Monaca's interest in Komaru, though he doesn't know why.

But yeah that's what I've been thinking!