#Cherie Writes

[cherryriotcrash]

Hi so I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a Rody x fem!Reader fic idea so here’s a preview of it! Hopefully it’s finished today💕

Minors DNI, all characters aged up (Rody and reader are both 30)

[mrghostrat]

Aziraphale paused when his eyes fell on the drink in his hand. He stared at it. The golden blond wine refracted through the glass and cast a halo of yellow light over his table setting. He frowned. “I’m sorry,” he sputtered at Crowley. “Did you just—” [ MON HORRIBLE CHÉRI ]

i may be stuck in housemove limbo but i will drag myself out of the grave for these cartoomens requests

[bookhugers]

I think abt how pete used the masculine version of my dear in french "mon cheri" when ma cherie (fem vers) works the exact same (in the rhyme sense) like every time i listen to that song is always sticks out to me.

(This is all in irresistible)

[p4nishers]

[go6jo]

HIII HOW ARE YOU I HOPE YOU'RE DOING FANTASTIC

Okay so you don't have to but I'm a pre-med student and the pressure is kicking my ass and I need some geto comfort content😍

So could you please write something in which the reader has been feeling super overwhelmed because of people's expectations of them but has been trying to suppress it to not breakdown and one day is triggered by something and when geto asks how they are, they breakdown completely and geto comforts them?

AGAIN YOU REALLY DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU'RE BUSY BUT I HOPE YOU DO

OKAY THAT'S ALL AND I HOPE LIFE'S TREATING YOU WELL!! LOVE YOU <3

-Chérie

i don't think you'd ever reach the point of a full blown meltdown with suguru. he's so in tune with you and your emotions, he knows you so well he can almost read through you like an open book, he notices the small changes in your behaviour, knows every telltale sign of your frustration, takes note of the plate of fresh fruit he cut for you left untouched besides you on the desk, notices how even though you barely even finish your food nowadays, whenever you slip into bed next to him, you always ask him to rub your tummy to sleep, complaining about a stomach ache that just doesn’t seem to go away - knows you're teetering on the edge of breaking down and is so cautious, so careful with you as not to push you over it. he never strays too far from you, in case you might need him, maybe you'd be sitting on the dining table studying for an upcoming exam and he'd notice your fingers tangled in your hair, unconsciously tugging on the hairs of your scalp and he'd sit down next to you, quietly because he doesn't wish to disrupt you from your profound state of concentration, and slide his hand into yours, to hold it, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of your hand - he doesn't make a big deal out of it, rarely ever calls you out on your harmful habits, not out loud at least, he does his best to always intervene, though discreetly, and is very sly about it because he is afraid that if he acknowledges them, if he scolds you on it, upon your fragile state, he might be doing more harm than good, so he makes it his mission to soothe any stress you might have, to silently ease you into relaxing even if just a little, to comfort you and to be there for you. so suguru treats you so very delicately, like fine china, if he notices you trying to read through a whole textbook in one sitting, without taking breaks he will walk over to where you're seated, no words spoken, he will start massaging the tension that has started building up on your shoulders away, he does it slow and it's somewhat sensual and so so good, he's pulling small sighs of pleasure out of you and his touch is so soothing - he always knows just the right strings to pull - he's never invasive, you won't notice how he's slowly but surely coaxing you into leaving work aside, the book you'd been reading left abandoned opened on the table, long forgotten. you won't notice how easily you to turn to putty in his hands, he makes you submit so willingly that it seems like this was all your decision to begin with. and once he feels you start to relax into his touch, once he thinks you're pliant enough, once he has got you just where he wants, his hand inches closer and closer to your neck until it wraps itself around the front, and its gentle - his grip - yet a domineering gesture, pointer finger stretching to push against your jaw and force you to look up at him.

"have you eaten?" you don't answer. your head is leaning against his stomach, his fingers are kneading at your jaw and you think you might fall asleep. "baby." hes more assertive this time around, capturing your attention and forcing your eyes open.

"i'm studying, suguru." your voice melts away with every syllable, eyes growing heavy and body going limp against him - he has got you, hook, line and sinker.

"and i haven't seen you take a break today." suguru is your boyfriend, if you won't take care of yourself, he will. "you'll make yourself sick, pretty" so he pulls back the chair you're sitting on and he bends down to your level, stretching his arms open to beckon you into holding onto him, hoisting you up when you do.

he carries you to bed and sits you down on his lap, your legs circling his waist, the heel of your feet digging into his lower back and holding him flush against you. the palms of his hands start creeping up the skin of your thighs, then higher to your waist, gently stroking up and down your sides, up and down, then just the tip of his fingers, a touch so light, barely even there, brushing up and down, up and down. he stops only to reach for the back of his shirt and take it off, knows you like it better that way, when there is nothing in between the two of you, when you can press your cheek directly to his naked chest. then his hands are back on your body, feeling you up, massaging the muscles on your back, dutifully switching between a gentle touch and a firmer one, just languidly rubbing up and down your back until he feels your breath hitch when his fingers press against a particular sore spot on your body, which lets him know of a painful knot that might require his attention. and he always knows just the right spots to touch, the right pressure to apply because once he starts relieving the tension, that over the past few weeks has settled deep inside you, its not long until he begins to feel your tears on his skin, he never has to do much - just has to do it right - for you to let it all out, to open up to him.

"im so tired, 'ru."

you offer yourself to him so readily. he never has to beg you to let him in, it may take a little effort on his end but you always end up handing him the key to your heart on a silver platter.

"i know, baby"

"i don't think i can do this anymore." your voice is weak, it quivers as you sob quietly into the crook of his neck.

"yes, you can. you always do." he tries to hush you with a quick peck to your temple, soft fingers threading through your hair, unruly for, these days, you barely even took the time to brush it thoroughly "just lay here with me for a while and i'll make you feel better, yeah?"

and hes such a nerd, he would let himself fall backwards into the matress with you lying on top of him and hed tell you all about an article he recently read on how people store a lot of negative emotions on their hips and he'd just very soothingly knead on them for you, to try to gather if it's true, what he read, and maybe you'd cry a little bit more in his arms and he'd just press the most tender, lingering kisses to your temple and swallow the whines you let out in pain when his fingers dig a tad too deep into your flesh, or press down into a more sensitive spot. he's the best stress reliever.

[rosehathawhey]

Brandon Barash and Cherie Jimenez's final scene DAYS OF OUR LIVES | October 9, 2024

[majorpepperidge]

Yes I know the whole thing is 'ye olde powdered wig' with Phantom.

However.

Having a meticulous morning routine/hair-care routine is incredibly in character so I'm making it natural, baybee.

[baileypie-writes]

I really like those 'sunshine villain friend" headcanons! Can I request them for *checking Precure Masterlist* Huggto cures?

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~The HUGtto Pretty Cure With a Sunshine Villain Friend~

~~~💕~~~💕~~~💕~~~

Fandom: HUGtto! Precure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral, a villain

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Hana Nono/Cure Yell, Saaya Yakushiji/Cure Ange, Homare Kagayaki/Cure Étoile, Emiru Aisaki/Cure Ma Cherie, Ruru Amour/Cure Amour

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: Possibly OOC characters?, Emiru being a bit of a brat at first, Ruru threatening Reader

~Masterlists~

~HUGtto! Precure Masterlist~

~~~💕~~~💕~~~💕~~~

~Hana Nono/Cure Yell~

~~~📣~~~📣~~~📣~~~

~ Hana honestly had no idea you were a part of Criasu Corporation until Ruru told her. She never would’ve guessed! You acted nothing like Ruru, who was also part of Criasu previously. You were bright and bubbly, and always willing to help people and cheer them up. How could you be fighting to stop time?

Hana: “What? Are you serious?”

Ruru: “Yes. (name) works for Criasu. I’ve seen them in headquarters.”

Hana: “No way! That doesn’t make any sense!”

~ No matter the reason, she’s determined to get you to switch to the good side. She brings you along with the girls’ shenanigans, showing you how good life and humanity is. She hopes to help you see it as a whole, rather than the individual bad parts.

Hana: “C’mon, (name)! Let’s go!”

(name): “Go where?”

Hana: “I don’t know! Wherever the future takes us! Let’s see which place we end up at!”

~ A big part of this is showing you all the different occupations that you can choose to be. She’s constantly hopping from one job to another, wanting to experience everything. She wishes that she might be able to find the right one for you, that’ll give you hope and an idea for the future!

Hana: “Wow! I didn’t know you were so good at that!”

(name): “I didn’t either. This is really fun!”

Hana: “Yeah! You could totally do this as a job!”

(name): “Haha, slow down Hana.”

~ Cure Yell is extremely happy and proud that you draw the line at hurting others when it comes to your mission. To her, it’s a mark of a truly good person! Whenever you save someone, whether it be a bystander or someone on her team, it always earns you a cheer!

Cure Yell: “Nice save! Hooray! Hooray! (name)!”

(name): “Aww, thanks Cure Yell. Will someone take this little one to safety for me?”

~~~📣~~~📣~~~📣~~~

~Saaya Yakushiji/Cure Ange~

~~~🪽~~~🪽~~~🪽~~~

~ It takes a while for Saaya to truly believe and accept the fact that you’re working for Criasu. Even though she knows it’s true, it just doesn’t make sense to her. Kindness came so naturally for you. So it was a shocker to find out that you were working to stop the future.

Saaya: “Is what Ruru told us true? Are you really a part of Criasu Corporation?”

(name): *sigh* “Yes. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier…”

Saaya: “It’s… okay. It’s just shocking to me to find out that someone as good as you is doing something so… not good.”

~ She tries her very best to treat you the same. Because other than your job, you really are a good person. So unless she’s engaging in battle, she feels as though she has no reason to fight you. It does hurt her heart when she sees you summon a Oshimaida though, as she’s reminded of your intentions.

Cure Ange: “Must we fight (name)?”

Cure Amour: “Yes. Whether they are our friend or not, they are the villain.”

Cure Ange: *sigh* “I suppose you’re right”

~ If anyone tries criticizing or shaming you for your job, she’s quick to defend you. She doesn’t defend your choices or actions, rather she asks for such topics to not be mentioned outside of battle. She doesn’t enjoy seeing her friends fight.

Homare: “Can we not invite (name)? I really don’t wanna deal with any Criasu guys today.”

Saaya: “Homare! (name)’s our friend!”

Homare: “I know. But you can’t deny they work for them.”

Saaya: “I’m not denying. This just has nothing to do with Pretty Cure or Criasu.”

~ One of Cure Ange’s favorite things about you is your eagerness to help innocent bystanders. The fact that you’re working towards your job’s goal, yet you have limits makes her see you as a truly good person.

(name): “Oshimaida! Stop! You nearly crushed that child!”

Cure Ma Cherie: “Classic (name). Always concerned for the innocent.”

Cure Ange: “Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?”

~~~🪽~~~🪽~~~🪽~~~

~Homare Kagayaki/Cure Étoile~

~~~⭐️~~~⭐️~~~⭐️~~~

~ Initially, Homare was very skeptical about your personality being genuine. She expects someone like you to be a Pretty Cure, not a part of Criasu. So it took a while for her to realize and accept that your kindness was real, and not an act.

Homare: “Ruru, can you see if (name)’s lying?”

Ruru: “What do you mean?”

Homare: “I’m not sure if they’re actually nice, or if they’re just being fake.”

Ruru: “I see. Well, according to my scan, they are being completely honest and genuine.”

Homare: “Huh…”

- While she enjoys your personality, she tried her very best to not let herself get too close to you. She saw it as a bad choice, seeing that you’d probably face each other when it came to the final battle. But of course, you found a way into her heart.

Homare: “Darn, I didn’t do well on my test…”

(name): “Look on the bright side! Soon, you won’t have to worry about grades anymore!”

Homare: “Not helping…”

(name): “Sorry! I was just trying to be positive. But I see why you wouldn’t find that helpful.”

Homare: “I guess it’s okay.”

~ Homare can occasionally be cold to you. You’re a constant reminder of the dangers of Criasu, so it brings forth an anxious feeling; a feeling that she can never relax, because your team could attack at any given moment. She knows it’s not kind to act that way, so she always tries her best to apologize.

Homare: “Oh gosh… you’re not planning anything today are you?”

(name): “No, why?”

Homare: “I just don’t wanna deal with any of that today. Are any of your coworkers planning anything?”

(name): “Not that I know of!”

~ The quickest way to gain Cure Étoile’s respect is by being helpful in a time of need, even if it means going against your own team. One time, you saved her from a dangerous blow, and that’s when she officially considered you her friend. She gave her most sincere thanks afterwards, and she’s still grateful to this day.

(name): “Cure Étoile! Are you okay?”

Cure Étoile: “Yeah… gosh, that was close. You saved me. Thanks.”

(name): “Of course I did! You’re my friend, aren’t you?”

Cure Étoile: “Heh, I guess I am.”

~~~⭐️~~~⭐️~~~⭐️~~~

~Emiru Aisaki/Cure Ma Cherie~

~~~🎸~~~🎸~~~🎸~~~

~ Just like everyone else, Emiru was shocked to learn that you worked for Criasu. But she got over it the quickest, as she’s seen stranger things(ahem- an android). She understands that not everyone is what they seem on the outside.

Ruru: “I would not get too close to (name). They were my coworker.”

Emiru: “Wow, really? That’s pretty unexpected. They’re so nice!”

Ruru: “I agree. But that does not change the fact that they are working for Criasu.”

~ At first, she acted superior to you. To her, it was simple: you’re a bad guy, and she’s a Pretty Cure. So therefore, she was better than you. But she slowly learned that even though you may be working to stop time, you still have good qualities. The most obvious one is that you’re a kind person. You’re even nice to her, even when she wasn’t. So she later came to accept you as her friend.

Emiru: “This is my guitar. Do you play?”

(name): “No, haha…”

Emiru: “Aww, really? Do you have any other skills or hobbies besides ‘stopping the future’?”

~ In the end, she couldn’t care less where you work. If it has nothing to do with neither Criasu or Pretty Cure, then it doesn’t matter. She gets very annoyed and defensive if anyone even mentions your job negatively in something unrelated to it.

(name): “Sorry guys! Boss wants me back at headquarters. I got a bit off schedule, haha!”

Homare: “Ha, it’s funny that you’re running on a schedule, considering that you’re trying to stop time.”

Emiru: “I say! Save it for the battlefield!”

~ When you save either her, her team or innocent bystanders, she thinks it’s the coolest thing ever! You’re probably breaking a ton of rules, and she’s all for it! She fangirls about it afterwards, as if she was the only witness. She even asks you for advice on how to be as quick as you!

Emiru: “-and then they swooped down, grabbing both girls and getting them to safety! It was so awesome!”

Ruru: “We know what happened. We were there.”

~~~🎸~~~🎸~~~🎸~~~

~Ruru Amour/Cure Amour~

~~~🔧~~~🔧~~~🔧~~~

~ Ruru most likely knew you before she became a Pretty Cure. She used to work for the same company you do. Whether she did know you or not, she never bothered to build any sort of relationship with you. So she didn’t find it hard to inform her friends about you.

Ruru: “There is something you need to know about (name). They work for Criasu.”

Saaya: “Oh my. Really?”

Ruru: “Yes. I have seen them around headquarters. And my scan confirmed it.”

~ She knew the basics of your personality. And it confused her, ever since she first saw you. There weren’t any calculations she could do to determine why you’re so nice, yet choose such a job as Criasu. But even though it bothered her, she learned to let it go.

Ruru: “I do not understand (name) at all.”

Hana: “What do you mean?”

Ruru: “Their personality does not match their job.”

Hana: “Well, everyone’s different!”

Ruru: “Yes. I am learning that.”

~ While she thinks you’re enjoyable to be around, she never lets that get in the way of what really matters. She may consider you her friend, but she would still fight you in a heartbeat when it comes to saving the future. And she always makes sure you’re aware of this.

Ruru: “I hope you know that I am equipped with lasers. If you ever attempt to steal our Mirai Crystals, I will not hesitate to slice your hand off.”

(name): “Haha… got it…”

~ As if she wasn’t already confused before, she was very confused when she first saw you save someone. It simply didn’t make sense, and that’s all it took to make her want to power off. No matter how much she questioned you, she just will never fully understand why you do it. Though, it’s still greatly appreciated.

Cure Amour: “While I may not understand your actions, I’m very grateful. Thank you for saving me earlier.”

(name): “It was nothing! We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Cure Amour: “Yes. I suppose we are.”

~~~🔧~~~🔧~~~🔧~~~

~~baileypie-writes

[bittersbloom]

⠀⸺ ❝ LONG ROAD ❞

warnings – car accident, death, broken bones, blood mentioned; kinda suggestive but nothing happened. these are really the only things idk anything about broken bones & i’ve never been in a car accident so sorry. i did research as much as i could.

setting – april 03, 2016

word count – 1.1k

chaerin had exited the building as discreetly as possible. having spent the night at her boyfriend’s, she called iseul, her manager, to pick her up and to park not so close to the building. cheri had begun to regret this as she made the trek.

iseul had poked fun at cheri for spending a whole day with her boyfriend this early in their relationship. she was almost in shock that her friend was spending this much time with a guy.

“iseul, i didn’t know i was going to stay this long.” she hissed into her phone and adjusted her cap. cheri heard the cackle from outside the car. “seriously, you suck.” iseul opened the door and helped cheri inside.

““i remember you specifically said you’d never spend the night with someone you just started dating.” she rolled her eyes at her manager and peered out the window, smiling slightly.

“whatever. i just want to get home. i’m tired,” she closed her eyes for a moment, hearing the snickering from the woman beside her. “i cannot stand you, cho iseul.”

“rest, chaerin. i won’t bother you,” iseul patted her leg and went back to her phone. “for now.” chuckling to herself, cheri allowed herself to doze off for exactly 10 minutes before she felt the car swerve and the squeal of tires on asphalt. before she could open her eyes fully, she saw blood trickling from her head.

“is-iseul,” the girl cried. “iseul! ise-“ cheri’s red hand reached for the other woman’s. she noticed that she was hunched forward.

“hello!” she called. “someone help!” she tried to remove her seatbelt but could barely feel her arm or see the buckle. looking to her right, she saw a concrete barrier meaning the window had broken on her. to her left, she saw a navy SUV smoking from the hood. somehow, she made out the face of the driver.

“help me, please,” she begged to no one. it felt like ages before anyone showed up. iseul and the driver were removed from the car and, by the time they’d gotten to her, cheri felt the adrenaline running but wasn’t aware of anything happening around her. she answered their questions as best as she could, telling them her name, age, and god knows what else she told them.

she remembers closing her eyes in the ambulance for a second, which was apparently hours because she woke up in a hospital room severely parched.

making out the silhouette that sat beside her, she asked, “can i have some water?”

the blue-haired individual perked up and quickly poured water into a cup for her.

“here, careful.” he almost whispered as he held the cup to her mouth. “do you need anything? i- your mom’s here.”

“namjoon,” she finally recognized him. “i want to go home.” he frowned and sat the cup down.

“you can’t. not yet,” he stood and went into the hallway. “are you in any pain? the doctor, she said you’d probably be in pain when you woke up.” cheri shook her head. she didn’t feel anything at all.

“where are the other guys?” she asked. “and iseul and our driver? are they okay?” namjoon stared down at the floor.

“they’ll be here later. they didn’t want to overwhelm you.” he made his way to the door. “i think someone wants to talk to you.” the man quickly exited the room leaving chaerin in an anxious state. shortly after, another person entered.

“thank god,” her mother’s familiar voice flooded the room. “thank god.” her strong arms embraced cheri for several moments.

“mom, tell me what happened.” cheri spoke. “i know we were hit. after that?”

haesook let out a breath. “you have a fractured arm, broken knee, bruises, cuts, but you’re here.” cheri stared at the wall in front her. she was afraid to ask anymore after namjoon’s refusal to answer, but she had to know.

“iseul? our driver?” the look on her mother’s face said enough. cheri had known that the car had been hit on the left, iseul and the driver taking the majority of the impact. she remembered her manager being hunched over and unresponsive and the driver’s head resting against the air bag.

“i’m sorry, honey.” cheri turned her head and closed her eyes as she began to cry. “she was unresponsive when she was brought in and didn’t make it. he was dead on arrival.”

haesook held her daughter as she cried.

“it was him,” she choked. “i know it was. i know his car and i know his face.” haesook shushed chaerin to calm her. she had already known who it was. he had tried to send her flowers, tried to see her. she immediately had him removed from the vicinity. he had failed to cover the wounds on his face and was far too knowledgeable about the accident. it wasn’t the first time he’d tried to hurt her daughter.

the girl awoke the next day in more pain than she could fathom and a new person sitting beside her. her knee throbbed and her arm burned slightly. groaning, she reached out, knowing that whoever was there would hold her hand.

“hi, my blossom.” he placed a kiss to the back of her hand. “do you need anything?” baekhyun’s soft voice lingered.

“‘m hungry,” she replied. “kiss?” the older man leaned forward and kissed her gently. his lips hovered and he noticed her smile.

“i should’ve just stayed another night,” she joked. “now you get to take care of me. i’m no fun to take care of.” her non injured arm came up to his face, her hand caressing his cheek.

“i’ll be right back. i’ll get you something to eat.” he said opening the door. “i think someone wanted to speak with you.”

chaerin spent the next half hour talking to a police officer. they had arrested the man cheri had already known as bae youngjae and had charged him. they had determined he was traveling at 144 km/h with the intent to harm. he had followed them from the dorm. fortunately, cheri would never have to see him again.

when they were finished, her mother and doctor came to discuss treatment for her injuries. her knee was displaced and she was going to have surgery, but her arm would heal on its own and in a sling. she had a concussion, bruising on her ribs, and lacerations from her seatbelt. cheri was not going to be able to perform with the group and would have to sit out for many of the upcoming promotions. she had a long road to recovery.

“this is going to be so shitty,” she complained. jungkook laughed from behind her, pushing her wheelchair out to the car.

“we’ll take care of you. don’t worry.” jimin promised. hoseok took her bag and seokjin held onto her hand. she managed to hoist herself out of the seat and hobbled to the car door. once inside, she leaned her head on the nearest shoulder and sighed.

“can i finally go home?”

[cherryriotcrash]

Yooooooo one of my favorite accounts (@aquadenks) reblogged my DILF!Yakuza!Denki post and I could die of geek rn.

If y’all liked that, check out Bubble, Pop, Electric and Snowglow

[mrghostrat]

Anon who submitted the crowley eating cake doodle request here! I will admit that I have only read your streamer au & postcards from paris fics. However, you made me want to read the fic in reference so I can understand the reference in it.

pls it's like the best thing i've ever written phptghpt

and i've done waaay too much art for it

Mon Horrible Chéri by ghostrat (40k) (9/9) (E)

Human AU / Teachers / Enemies to Mutual Pining / Sharing a Room

The realisation left him giddy. If Justine played her cards right, Aziraphale would be spilling everything Crowley had been itching to know, and all his listless second-guessing would finally come to an end. He just had to maintain his cover of obliviousness a little longer, which would be ridiculously easy if Aziraphale had gotten this long into a Paris trip without noticing his fluency. Crowley returned Aziraphale’s smile with carefully constructed cluelessness, which seemed to placate the English teacher enough for him to turn back to his friend. ≪He’s handsome though, isn’t he?≫ She continued, evidently enjoying pushing Aziraphale’s buttons as much as Crowley did. He fought every instinct to preen at the compliment he wasn’t supposed to understand. The real challenge came when Aziraphale licked his lips in thought, then admitted, ≪Yes, he is rather.≫

[cbrosa-archived]

billy modelling the newest jewelry steve bought him in their bedroom. wearing nothing but that ‘return to to tiffany’ set of necklace, bracelet and this long pearl body chain that adorns his chest. maybe with some matching crotchless lingerie; cutely walking towards him that is sitting on the bed. 

him going piece by piece on asking steve how it all looks on him. starting with the bracelet, in which steve would take his wrist gently and whisper "pretty." between soft quick kisses "very very pretty" which has billy sighing audibly. then he goes up, with billy mewling "and this?" as steve is slowly kissing up the chain and his exposed skin "so sexy." humming as he stops on his tits to slowly worship them with his mouth and fingertips. gently kneading them kissing them suckling on each swollen nipple. making billy at this point a mess of silky short moans, his cock was twitching and pink from all that attention and worshipping. 

going crazy with the way steve’s hands were also caressing his ass cheeks. eventually stopping by his neck, his fingertip caressing the heart shaped pendant while he slowly kisses his neck and collarbone. asking steve "and how about this?" in which he takes his time to have a short whiff of billy’s scent of musk and honey. before he goes up his ear to kiss some more "beautiful. as always". 

after that, he sat billy on his lap straddling it. fucked him in a slow, steamy and deep way, only leaving him in the jewerly set, the pearls dripping down his tits and the lacey panties; as he called billy his angel, which he was.

[roseluwakcoffee]

U know the funny thing abt celes is that she is a normal person, but for reasons god only knows chose to develop the most questionable yet intriguing fake speech pattern of all time, and I imagine that after years of existing in that persona the language is undeniably interwoven w her regular voice and thoughts, but the amt of it thats present at any given moment depends on the situation her emotional state her age who she is surrounded by etc like. Lots to consider and is half of that incorporated into my fics in any meaningful way?? Prob not I just get to go insane abt it why is she Like that

[biteofcherry]

Black Friday at the Ruby Garden? Two spankings for the price of one! 😆

and extra clamps for the first three subs who mouth off

[majorpepperidge]

So I'm going anon for this because I do not know if my thoughts will get me crucified by Pen fans, so this is me being safe.

For starters, I wanna state, when I got my physical copy of Sandrock, I already knew what I was going into when it came to Pen (and in turn, Matilda, Yan, and Miguel). I already knew they were the big bads thanks spoilers I saw, but even then, I could probably see them as bad guys a mile away (Yan is a sleazy scam artist, Matilda oozes passive aggressive southern bitch, and I say that as a southern myself. And Miguel oozes snob, and while not a villainous trait, is mainly associated with villains). So, even before knowing Pen was a villain, he already gave me major Gaston vibes so I was already kind of sus of him.

It made me very wary and kind of squint at him, but even then I was curious about his character. This man comes off as very showboaty, there had to be more. Cue me seeing his romance stuff and going "Okay so he is like a massive dork! You know, that kind of makes sense, big and tough, comes off as an ass, actually is a dork. That's a neat-" //cue the Knives Out update (i think it was that update), Pen being revealed as a bad guy and his romance dialogue mentioning he had OTHER LOVERS AND THE PLAYER WAS JUST ANOTHER NOTCH IN HIS BELT

"Nevermind you are dead to me you son of a bitch"

And while I say that, I am still curious on Pen's character, but more so in the terms of I want to punch this man as well. Something about that line has always rubbed me the wrong way. Since it feels like Pen doesn't actually care about the player. Which makes it worse since his final quest before being shipped off to prison, his last letter to the player if romance just NAILS it in the coffin but his PLATONIC LETTER MAKES PEN COME OFF AS MORE GEUINE.

Pen's romance letter comes off as just...gross and manipulative. Saying he forgives you for literally doing the right thing and not standing back and letting him destroy Sandrock. While in his platonic letter, Pen seems to see the player as his equal, mentioning how he wishes the player picked up his space punch, but was still confident in the player.

Which leads me to this, yes it took awhile to get to this: I seriously feel like, canon Pen, should have STAYED a platonic option for players. Him as a romantic partner character for players just...dose not end well, nor settle right in my stomach, especially since when you look at his lovey dovey stuff and then how he is at the end of the game, it feels Pen is luring the player, placing the rose-tinted glasses on and capturing them in his clutches. I am probably SERIOUSLY looking to much into it, and it could be just Pathea sucking at writing, which you know, I can see that, even Portia had questionable writing at times.

Now that all said, I do propose a way to make Pen's romance more interesting and less very tittering on the edge of a horrid toxic relationship (maybe). And that answer is simple: BREAK PEN'S FUCKING FAKE ASS JOCK PERSONA. It's clear from what I can tell in game, and in his end game letter, Pen can be genuine. Sure in his own assholeish way sometimes, but Pen can be a genuine person. The problem comes in the fact, from what I can tell at least, Pathea never really gives him the chance to let that shine. It would be fun to see Pen actively struggle with his duties with Duvos and the player, maybe becoming torn between Sandrock or his own nation. Or hell, have scenes where the player catches Pen overhear people talking about the horrors Duvos causes and more, and Pen seemingly so out of characterly TIRED. The man knows his nation is fucked, he knows it is a horrid broken mess that is hellbent of destroying everyone in the search of what they want, but he knows he also can't stop it. Maybe because he has had first hand experience in seeing what they could do or more. Has this become a giant rewrite idea, yeah it had but I feel like I should add it here near the end since while I want to strangle the asshat Pen is like an interesting character still that got done dirty story wise.

OKAY RAMBLING OVER, I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WORD WALL? Uh feel free to like delete this or what, idk, I just had to get my thoughts out and you seem to be the only active Pen fan I could find who I think has proposed decent rewrites or talked about how Pen is written not great sometimes? So yeah, again sorry for the word wall and uh bye

-Writing Anon

Hey, these are good thoughts anon! And I agree! Pen's writing is all over the place and I'm sure some of that can be attributed to weird localization differences/choices alongside the general clunky ending to his story. His characterization can sometimes make it hard to tell when he's lying and when he's not.

Some more time showing the depths of his character, while still keeping his dorkiness (which i believe is genuine, fight me pathea, alongside him loving the Builder and the 'multiple lovers' line was just meant to get under their skin so it'd be easier for them to hate him), and showing that maybe he DID have some internal crisis abt his bond with the Builder, romantic or plantonic, and his loyalty to Duvos. It would've been SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING to have someone like him be more of an unwilling villain. I know for my Exile AU stuff he's not as posturing/boisterous because he's not having to act anymore(and keep a lower profile to keep Duvos from sniffing him and Ray out), but it's still THERE because it's still part of him. I want to keep him being a larger-than-life cocky dork while not ignoring the sins he committed as a Knight and how he's struggling to move past it (and feel like he's worth Ray's love and loyalty despite all he did to her and Sandrock itself)