#I should make a tag kr something.

[treesbian]

It’s not just annoying seeing un related posts in the tags I’m scrolling- it’s an active detriment to my mental health. Every time I see one of the fundraiser posts I get upset and I feel like I am no longer allowed to smile. The reason I am on tumblr is to disconnect from the world and focus on me and what I like and what I want to do disconnecting from tumblr cuts me off from sharing my art, seeing others art, and having positive interactions with likeminded people.(idk how to add tone to text non of it’s negative)

then just block me. you can do that, it's allowed. you won't hurt my feelings. they can't "block" the iof and have the attacks and the occupation stop. it's alright that seeing people suffering is upsetting. it should be. that just means you have feeling in your heart. unfortunately feeling without action is only as effective as "thoughts and prayers."

make/join a group chat or something if online is your only option for positive socialization about your interests

here's yousef and mona's fundraiser again

vetted here

10 kr is 94 cents usd

[m3loria]

˖﹙ 📀 ﹚ FURIKO NO YAGI.

WHERE infighting makes three come to terms with their circumstances (or just coping for homesickness).

˖ FEATURING. maknaez (jh, kr, ky), meliora ensemble. ˖ TIMESTAMP. FEB' 21, pre–moira era. ˖ WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of injuries. ˖ WORD COUNT. 2.5k ˖ NOTES. heyyy, what's up.. i'm back.. with writing of course, what an isa thing to do, pretty short but it was either this or junhan fwb infodump which seems a little too heavy for a first work so have maknae line silliness with references to future events 😇!! also pre-relationship cuteness, take a shot every time taro calls jian's smile pretty (you may experience alcohol poisoning if you attempt such a thing), its almost bedtime, ily jj 💗

“it’s cold”.

“it’s cause you’re a summer baby, you’re weak”.

the effervescent exchange of insults would be alarming if not completely mundane, kiyo is beginning to think it’s their love language (though ‘love’ is a word of repulsion in kristian’s eyes, if it has anything to do with jaehwan, he would best say their relationship is barely tip toeing the lines of genuine hatred). he didn’t mean to tag along, but he was also completely anxious about being left alone with the other hyung’s, he knows they mostly mean well, they simply intimidate him no matter how they stare.

such worries should be considered idiotic by the time you’ve already lived with twelve other people for about eleven months, he still has that sinking inkling that they might cuss him out, suddenly turn against him and begin a synchronized fit of bullying.

still, he prefers freezing outside in comparison to what is going on back at the dorms, the company of his two bickering members acting as solace for a while.

“he’s a weakling, isn’t he yoki?”

it’s stunning how the others seemed to adapt to the nickname. he guesses the fact is regular, but the slight unease remains, even with the warmth of kristian’s arm coming around to land on his shoulder. “it is pretty cold”.

his scoff contains a similar feat of disdain, yet simply a bit toned down. jaehwan’s expression twists into a grimace, and he sticks out his tongue at the elder 04 liner. “weaklings, both of you”.

kiyo may just chalk it up to his imagination, but he notices the softening of his gaze in just the slightest, nothing of how he stares at jaehwan.

he might just be crazy though.

“says the person who grew up in california”.

“at least i actually prepare for cold temperatures, how do you complain about it being cold in february?”

“don’t yell at me, you’re such an asshole”.

really, kiyo is astonished at the figment of a relationship even being there, he probably couldn’t get through being insulted by a member without even tearing up, something of diffidence overtaking him as he thinks about his own sensitivity. he shoves his hands into his pockets, teeth scraping his inner cheeks. “why are we out here again?”

despite the whispers of the older members alluding to a nasty argument, he actually isn’t sure what happened, he just knows the others are put off. really, he followed along because he was afraid of being left alone. “we’re escaping yohan hyung’s wrath”.

“junminie is much scarier, he’ll definitely kill me”.

“he’s not the only one” is kristian’s go to reply, he sucks his teeth as he seems to recall a memory. “they’re so stupid, now the air in the dorm is all weird because they can’t admit they like each other”.

well that’s news to kiyo, whose eyes widen as his reply. the two older members exchange a glance, before jaehwan bursts into a silent fit of laughter. “are you telling me you didn’t know?”

a rosy red colors his cheeks. “well i didn’t think it was like.. that! i don’t know, i guess i wasn’t paying much attention”.

kristian coos, a hand placed atop his head and fingers beginning to move in comforting ministrations. “so oblivious.. it’s okay, i don’t blame you for keeping your distance”.

the older smiles, a smile that kiyo himself barely sees, yet he thinks is pretty, he doesn’t understand why kristian doesn’t like his smile, it’s a decorative display of his elation. “maybe it’s good not to be there right now..”

“right? let them fuck their feelings ou—”

“shut up” kristian lets out the closest thing to a shriek kiyo has ever heard, the result of jaehwan’s heavy slap, a shriek which clearly was dramatized, if not to make the older’s life even worse, but just to extend the feat of irritation. “or i’m letting you take all the heat”.

“i’m a pure being, they would never believe you”.

the eldest of the trio scowls, expression twisting into a grimace as he begins stomping his way through the narrow streets. the other chuckles as he taps the maknae’s shoulder, smoothly looping their arms into one another as he decides terrorizing him isn’t yet over. “jaehwanie! don’t walk away from me!”

“i’m going to kill you”.

he simply grins at the threat, nothing but pure amusement behind his eyes. “no you won’t, taro is here to protect me”.

“that’s called favoritism—”

“or maybe he just likes me, you like me don’t you?”

suddenly put on the spot, kiyo again finds heat coiling against his skin, he hopes it’s chalked up to the cold, though judging by the expression crossing jaehwan’s features, they clearly know it is not from the cold. he stammers for a moment, put off by the narrowing of kristian’s eyes. “i.. um—” he again blinks, clearing his throat. “yeah, yeah i do”.

the older chuckles, not making fun of him, simply enamored by the response. “oh you’re so cute” he nudges him with his shoulder, slipping his arms from kiyo’s.

“see? our maknae likes me more than you”.

what a display of showing off, kiyo keeps silent, the rushing breeze earning a tiny wince. “oh fuck you”.

“don’t swear so loudly at such a time, have some decorum”.

jaehwan again scrunches his nose, yet his insults don’t dig that deep, kiyo can’t help but envy their.. ‘relationship’. as the three again begin their journey down narrow street, he opts to listen in on their endless bickering, the gravitas dissipates as minutes stretch, and their exchange of remarks result in more of giggles than anything.

it’s the slightest bit admirable, how they can go back and forth without genuine feelings being hurt.

“are you gonna milk me for all i have now?”

“your rich, it’s only fair” the eldest places a lone arm on the shoulder of the tallest, who scrunches his nose at his choice of words. “unless you don’t want to spend money on me”.

there really doesn’t seem to be anything left to contemplate, kristian’s smile is nothing real, it’s stretched so far kiyo is afraid he may begin bleeding. “i wouldn’t complain if that wasn’t the case”.

“you’re a terrible friend”.

“is that what we are?” he could be an actor, seriously, there isn’t a falter in the way his expressions form, it’s terrifyingly impressive. “would’ve never guessed..”

the maknae stares again, feeling himself grow awkward as the older seemingly gets increasingly exasperated. “your paying”.

“sure” his smile remains plastic.

he does end up paying for cute cafe treats, though he attested it was all against his will, the genuine smile he attempted to shadow over with leftover irritation indicates the fact.

“outrageous, coffee at this time of night?”

“could you not criticize every single little choice i make?”

kiyo felt like a burden getting something, he wasn’t aware they were going out, he can’t fathom the confidence jaehwan exudes, it’s the slightest bit terrifying.

“no, every single little choice you make contains some form of stupidity”.

“you’re an ass”.

“thank you”.

he again keeps silent as they bicker, jaehwan’s face twisting into a grimace with the garden rose macaron being his safety net.

kiyo just wants to go home— not back to the suffocating dorms, no home, his stomach curls uncomfortably, even if it means having to face the awkward air between his parents, it would be better than this, he thinks. he really can’t compare, it feels as if every other member has someone to lean on, who does he have? even these two, they’re much closer than he could ever think he’d become to the other members.

“are you alright?”

no, kiyo is sure he might throw up on the sidewalk. “yeah, i’m fine”.

“do you not want anything?”

his tongue feels heavy in his mouth, words now a figment, his eyes hurt, he’s unsure of why. “no” he shakes his head much too unnaturally. “it’s fine, i just.. um, i wanna go home”.

‘home’ is just a bit of a stretch.

the two older members exchange a glance, a feat of concern gleaming across both of their pupils, he so dearly wishes for them not to argue with him.

“okay, are you sure you’re alright?”

curse them for being so caring.

“yeah i’m fine i’ll just.. i’ll see you there”.

and really, it’s a miracle he doesn’t just end up vomiting his guts.

staring at your ceiling in the middle of the night brings out the strangest of thoughts.

the fact that he still owns a teddy bear may be childish, but it’s an item of solace. he sometimes yearns for a manual when it comes to shit like this, being randomly selected to become an entertainer in a foreign country is ridiculous, he’d assume the teenager idol life would be more akin to a dream.

he guesses naivety gets people a long way.

he isn’t exactly sure who he can go to, about the nightmares, the shadows of the night which threaten to jump out at him, his concern for yohan’s own wellbeing, how he feels too weak for the pressure threatening to crush him under its weight. they’re all older, they all seem so much more experienced, as if they had been granted the gracious opportunity to read over an instruction manual. for all of his short cutted, awkward, seemingly forced movements, everybody else did things in full effect, nothing of a falter in their actions.

he feels out of place,

and he only has this old teddy bear as his wall, a cowardly display of his feigned bravery. he yearns for something much more familiar, warm, the idol industry offers him naught, it may be selfish, but he wishes it came with the praise he previously assumed it would.

god, is he a baby or something?

he would not want to disturb others, yet he longs for some sort of substance, maybe not affection, maybe just..

truthfully, he has no idea, he complains but can’t even think up a solution to his issues, he simply stands around in silence and hopes for it all to be okay, hopes that a freak accident does not occur (like the members breaking bones a month shy of a performance, or having to be in the middle of an active argument), hopes that he’ll blink and suddenly everything will all be fine.

there are only two other people on the third floor which are awake, haneul sleeps so softly, and kyuhyun has been gone for a good few hours, always the early sleeper.

and it’s the two people he sort of ran away from.

he keeps kei clutched to his side in the manner of a child, his weapon against the monsters under his bed, the worries which plague his mind in the dead of night, his bare feet meet the cold floor as he swings out of his own bed, much too lazy to grab at a sweater, though it is also much too cold in this large space.

really, it’s sort of scary, reaching out, having to relay your worst fears to someone else, he can’t, he isn’t sure he ever could.

he almost flinches backward when kristian’s door opens, as if the light permeating from the cracks of it weren’t enough of an indication. “hi, something wrong?”

kiyo wants to die looking at him.

and that’s funny, this is probably the most normal the other has looked. there’s an uncharacteristic way of docility behind his eyes, nothing of the toughness he can’t help but fear. he doesn’t say anything, not anything the maknae would expect, there isn’t a comment about his trembling, about the stubborn way in which he holds the teddy bear, about the fact of the teddy bear either, he simply awaits a response.

“i— um.. can i stay in your room tonight?”

isn’t that just so weird to ask? what kind of sane perso—

“sure” he offers a smile, “better than just having jaehwanie here”.

“i heard that”.

he doesn’t mind, holding open the door (what a gentleman) for him.

he sinks onto the floor, knees up to his chest, teddy bear also up to his chest, he simply wants to be around people, socialization shouldn’t be entailed with that. he stares down at the blank wooden floorboards, attempting to entertain himself in his own mind.

he can’t though, because all he’s met with is anxiety.

the movie playing on a laptop blurs into mindless background noise, their resounding bickering nothing but its own fit of normalcy. he isn’t sure of the time, he’s simply too out of it.

“are you okay?”

the inquiry is repeated by the same person, same way, same gleam of concern. he again retreats into himself, but the unbreakable wall he put up can’t shadow the dejection, he’s unfortunately obvious.

“just homesick”.

not exactly a lie, simply a half truth.

their shoulders brush for a moment, but nothing more is said.

there’s laughter which comes from the nearby laptop, his face grimaces, the comedy is nothing short of forced, or maybe he’s being pessimistic, much too busy trying to keep it all together.

he caresses the fur of his childhood best friend, yearning for some length of protection in this world which replicates that of a monstrous creature.

“have you had that for a while?”

“forever really..” kiyo is afraid his mumbles may be unintelligible, yet he’s too afraid of speaking up. “names kei, means blessing”.

when he snorts, kiyo fears the imminent mockery which may follow up, but he instead earns a (shockingly) small smile. “that’s cute”.

his smile is pretty, much prettier than he’s ever told. if it was up to kiyo, he would shower him with compliments, maybe he thinks its ugly, well he’s wrong, how does insecurity exist when he’s so—

well, he shouldn’t allow his mind to wander off.

“kinda childish..”

the older raises an eyebrow, a spontaneous gleam of enchantment in his pupils. “no, it’s cute, teddy bears are cute, i never had one though”.

kiyo can’t help but think the lighting of the room is perfect.

“that’s depressing”.

“right? no mode of safety, what’s gonna protect me from monsters under the bed?”

for once, it gets a small laugh, though breathy. “you could always just buy one”.

“it would have little worth”:

kiyo’s eyes glance at the posters stuck to the wall. “maybe you should cuddle your pillow then”.

now it’s his turn to earn a snicker, the laughter is silent, yet it’s real, a sudden fit of elation that would usually disturb taro on a regular day. “got any better tips to battle homesickness?”

a head shake. “nothing..”

another chuckle. suddenly they’re closer, but they both remain silent on that specific topic. “i think.. i don’t know, guess it seems scary at first, but it’ll settle, there’s no reason to be scared”.

“yeah right!”

“hey! you shut up i’m trying to comfort our maknae and you can’t even be quiet for one minute—”

and then they start fighting, he guesses that the normalcy seeps into the blood after a while, if he’s being honest, it’s kind of funny, it’s own fit of comfort.

he can’t resist his laugh, it’s about three in the morning, yet they’ve still managed a bit of amusement.

[asterefflores]

I just want to say that i love your fanfic and your art. I love Tristan and KRS conversation in chaoter 26,melted my heart. I cant wait for more interaction between the Secret Kingdom and KRS group. Especially if it involve KRS himself. Also waiting for CJS and Sui Khan to appear. Sorry for bothering and my english. Thank you for your hard work.❤ (Make sure to slack once in a while)

Glad to know, thank you 💕

I'd like to say CJS and Sui Khan should appear soon but idk, with the amount of details I'm adding in every chapter who knows when they'll show up now haha,,

Anyways, again thank you and yeah I was supposed to be taking a break but I got busy with other stuff then caught a cold lol no slacking done I think, am alive thankfully xD

+ not related but thank you all who answered me in my last post, I mean obviously one should add the tags to a story if they write or draw something for it but in my case and from some people I just felt it was getting a bit annoying to some like am shoving my fanfic on their faces to read it every update lmao but ok, your replies helped 🌸

[lovecolibri]

Your tags on that post are about where I'm at. A feelings revelation has to happen at a moment where the stakes are the highest they've ever been, so now is the moment for it. And it doesn't have to overshadow anything. Because once Buck and/or Eddie know how they feel, their first move is going to be to try and avoid those feelings because they don't think the other feels the same. That's the burn. Like with Greg and Janine on Abbott. The writers can dial the burn up or down depending on what's appropriate for each ensuing episode, but having the burn start is key. Waiting until a later season to even get to that point doesn't make sense to me - what are they going to do, kill one of them again?

The tags in question (I'm pretty sure. You sent this Wednesday and I couldn't get to it until now and it took me a hot minute to find the post. Pretty sure this is it though) #but it's frustrating because this like the shooting is The Time for something to happen and if it doesn't? #then when something DOES happen with buddie the show is going to have to explain why it took so long #and idk if this show is gonna do or handle that particularly well

You're right that it makes sense to have some kind of confession (bedside "I don't know if you can hear me" confession, 3rd party confession, coma dream realization, whatever) when the stakes are the highest. I will never forgive KR for 4x14 and sidelining Eddie from his own storyline and separating the firefam from Buck (and Eddie because they weren't even at his fucking welcome home party) to force tay kay into the storyline and consequently undercutting the whole thing which SHOULD have been like this! The whole family centered on Eddie. I can't talk too much about it or I'm gonna get mad all over again.

But here again, we have the worst danger Buck has ever been in, and the firefam fighting to save him (also bitter about not seeing the aftermath of Buck coughing up blood on Bobby's back porch in front of everyone but the rest of that arc was gold so I'm willing to give it a pass) and yet KR is out here talking about Eddie having fun meeting randos and looking for a spark like girl WHAT?! What about Eddie's character makes you think casually dating around is something he's interested in, and that's BEFORE you even start on Buck having nearly just DIED.

IDK if I agree that their first move is going to be avoidance because it already feels like it's been YEARS of that. I personally am a sucker for 3rd party confessions or something big happening and a 3rd party pulling a "you love them, don't you" and getting a helpless glassy stare back, and then when the danger has cleared you get the fun of the 3rd party offering nudges and knowing looks, while the person in love is trying to play things cool. I'm also a HUGE sucker for both halves getting a 3rd party confession to different people and then THOSE people finding out the other person knows something and being the spiderman pointing meme about it and then working together to get those two idiots to talk to EACHOTHER finally. And since 911 has some great comedy moments, I feel like this is a trope they could really lean into and give us a lot of fun Buddie buildup.

It just doesn't make sense to me though to have TWO dramatic saving each other from certain death experiences leading to nothing because as you said, where do we go from here? How do we raise the stakes AGAIN?

[cartcop]

I don't think buddie will go canon because KR doesn't want it to 🤷‍♀️ and no one else in the staff has enough sway to change that. All of the teasing and joking on social media is only there because 1) creators can also be fans and have fun but mostly 2) to rile up fans. I think there's a very particular reason those kinds of playful interactions (liking and responding to buddie edits or theories, the clapboard sticker etc) happen on platforms that cater to younger more fandomy fans and not on the general accounts that take up most of the social media presence for gen fans.

I also think the ridiculous insistence this season that every single person on the show MUST make up with biological family and have some semblance of the nuclear/heteronormative family in their life is another bad omen for even just letting buck and eddie acknowledge that they're already a family. I think getting that acknowledgement is legions more likely than getting buddie canon but not without a female presence in chris' life (and therefore eddie's) to balance it out.

I'm just thrilled that buck and eddie are actually talking to each other in 6b. I really thought she was just going to keep them apart for the rest of the show. And you know what, as long as they (or something else) bonk their heads together to realize they are neither alone nor unseen because they have each other, I will be fine. (<----- said through tears)

Definitely agree that any nods or "hints" on personal socials should be taken with a grain of salt—there's a tendency to interpret their posts through the lens of what we want it to mean rather than any of the myriad of things it could actually mean to the individual that posted it; ie the buddie clapboard sticker. Like, we have no way of knowing why that was put there until the episode airs, and even after that, it will probably still be up to interpretation.

Re: KR not wanting buddie canon, I hear that a lot but I don't know where it comes from? I only started engaging with fandom seriously in 6a, and just followed a few blogs who watched 911 through s5, so I easily could've missed something.

Re: nuclear/heteronormative family reunions, I hadn't thought of it that way. I'd honestly assume that its good for the potential of buddie canon, just because it gives the general audience more things that they're comfortable with to cling to.

I personally think the family unit reveal is for sure happening at the end of this season; and the reason I'm so confident in buddie canon now is that once they're established as a family, it just seems like the natural progression (and a lot easier to convince the general audience).

Also agree that as long as buddie are interacting, I'll be a happy camper. I just love them so deeply.

drop your thoughts/theories/speculation on why you don't think buddie will go canon in my ask box because I'm curious (I'll be nice I promise)

I'm tagging all these posts with #anti-buddie and #buddie-neg if you want to filter

[castle-dominion]

castle 6x10 the good the bad & the baby

the baby lotto episode liveblog

heheheh I actually missed this one on my family watch & we had to go back afterwards to watch it.

I'm so stoked.

Loooove a good bit of christianity. The aesthetics, the folk-catholic, the goth/emo, the religious trauma, I love it sm. *dies immediately after handing a baby to the priest*

Very Castle of him. But he's right leftovers are important. Oh yeah, Pi. (Ooh audio commentary... which I've seen) lol mom Oh her dad is joining them! ... Costume? (take it in the context of the times Dom, period typical homophobia tagged on ao3 as 2007, it's ok, well it is not ok but it's fine it's fine you don't need to do anything, just be quiet, it's fine, everyone in 2023 knows that this is racist it's fine just keep watching)

Should I clip this? KB: Uh … you guys – you guys dress up for Thanksgiving? RC: (pause) Doesn’t everybody? KB: (low) No, I think that’s pretty special to you. (to CASTLE) Um … so, is there anything else I need to know about you before we get married? RC: So many, many things.

lol beckett & becket

RC: When we do this, let’s not do the dead body in the middle of the aisle.

6.30 mass? that's early af. "at the buttcrack of dawn" said my lil bro

JE: a little something something. LP *turns around with a smile & a baby* RC: A BABY!!!!? LP: A boy. I’m guessing he’s about three months. (lol no.) And he’s hungry because he keeps going after the girls. RC: Oh, who can blame him? Hi, buddy. What’s your name, little man?

rysposito arguing over lottery lol (yk what? I'll quote.) JE: his name is Cameron Ducane, 30, lived in the Bronx. There’s no baby pictures in his wallet, he’s got a commercial driver’s license, probably drives for a living. He’s got a car wash coupon– (he scoffs) – and like Ryan, spent his hard earned money on a lottery ticket. KR: (sighs) That is the Five State Magic Ball Jackpot. At $247 million you’re crazy not buying a ticket. JE: Yeah, one or two. Not fifty. KR: I’m just increasing my odds of winning. JE: You’re increasing your odds of being broke. KR: Listen, do you have any idea what it costs raising a child in New York City? JE: (shrugs) I don’t know how much it costs. I mean - KR: Of course you don’t, ‘cause you don’t - JE: I’m – RC: Guys! How about we don’t fight in front of the baby? Beckett smiles and rolls her eyes all at once.

He does call himself ruggedly handsome more than once lol. Castle is also such a dad! He sees a baby & immediately he goes from "12-year-old humour" & "15 year old who thinks he can seduce his teacher" to "DAD MODE ENABLED. OBJECTIVES: PROTECT CHILD, CLICK TONGS, MAKE JOKES."

What's his name? Julian? Love how Castle just steals him(*shrugs at beckett*) & gets ice cream. I am so glad that in the bonus features of at least one of the seasons we got to meet the "cast behind the cast" clipping

Yes he does drive for a living THAT IS A HORRIBLE SHIFT IMO. I used to work 11-19 but it was always that not 23-6...

Maybe he was thinking abt having a baby & put locks on the doors for that

I loooove this scene. They just filmed it in a car elevator. soo goood. (no-show or call in sick or smth?) (roman is very... artiulate if you know what I'm thinking about. Which you do. Why would you read my liveblog without having seen the show? unless you're reading my liveblog WHILE watching the ep but who would be doing that? I am not that popular.) Love the whistle

Ok so Roman the car service owner said that since Werid Prison Dude showed up, Cameron had been staying out all not, not coming in for his 3.00 lunch break.

That's an awesome tattoo but also it sounds like literally every tattoo. apparently this individual messed up their lines, it was supposed to be "howling at THE moon" but he said "It was pretty spectacular. It was a wolf, teeth bared, howling at a moon." & they kept it bc it was awesome beckt it is NOT specific. LOVE the outfits for ryckett, but I liked beckett's outdoor outfit better than her indoor one. Oh & esposito has bisexual clothes on (even tho it's supposed to be a classic case of dark haired gay x light haired bisexual)

If speeding tickets are on your criminal record then these detectives should get A Lot more "no record except for speeding tickets" rather than "no record"

KR: A guy takes off for work at 10PM and never arrives. And then at 6:45 the next morning he shows up shot to death at a church, holding someone else’s baby. What the hell happened in those 8 hours? That's the point of the episode babe

BECKETT shakes her head. The elevators dings and they turn to see CASTLE walking in, the baby in this arms. A UNIFORM (Julian?) follows him, his hands FULL of baby stuff. CASTLE waves. KB: Hey. So … that’s a couple of things? (ryan's big smile when castle comes in) RC: Yeah. I just grabbed the essentials. You know, diapers, a carrier, wipes, blankies, bottles, formula. Didn’t want little Cosmo going hungry. (Older brother's horror game player: B'by!! Baby! ... The ba,bey!) uwu castle dressed him up like a turkey! KB: I’m suddenly getting a clear and frightening visual as to what my future will look like. so she is planning on having kids.

KR: Hey, Castle. …um, mind if I hold him? It’ll be good experience for me. RC: Oh, yeah. Absolutely. Ready? KR: Yeah He passes RYAN the baby. As soon as the baby leaves CASTLE’S arms, he starts to fuss. (because the film team had quadruplets & each baby had a different specialty. This baby hated being on their back so they would start crying. Coincidentally, Seamus Dever was holding them so the camera could see them which just so happened to be a position that the baby hated so they started to cry as soon as he held them.) RC: Hold his head, there. KR: I know. RC: Hold him up under his – KR: I know. The baby keeps fussing. KR: Um… he’s crying. What am I doing wrong? RC: Just try to remain calm. They can sense fear. (like bees, dogs, & bread dough) KR: This is not at all like the practice doll. The baby continues to cry and CASTLE makes a face. Finally RYAN breaks and hands him back to CASTLE. KR: I thought I was ready. Clearly I am not. (aside) Oh God, I’m not ready. Poor man XD, but also NOBODY is ready for a baby. (clipping)

I'm the baby whisperer!!!

RC: Want to hold him? Her smile falls. KB: Uh, no. I’d rather figure out where he came from. RC: Well, when a man – (Sex? I’ll explain how that works later.) KB: Stop. Stop. I know where babies come from, Castle. Just not this one. She heads for her desk. RC: I can’t believe you don’t want to hold the baby. Everyone wants to hold the baby. JE: I don’t want to hold that baby. (THAT baby XD) (tbh I could clip that one phrase) RC: shrugs.

Jimmy Wolfinsky, aka Jimmy the Wolf. Good name, good tat. That sketch has a slightly too strong chin

RC: So it’s a tale of betrayal and revenge. Cameron abandons his partner Jimmy he comes down, leaving him to take the fall. Ridden with remorse, Cameron tries to put it all behind him, start life anew. But surprise, surprise. *cameral looking at ryan from the baby's POV* RC: Jimmy made parole after spending seven long years thinking of ways to make his partner pay. I like the "chorus" shakespeare bonvolio moments where people recap what has been going on in hte ep. Makes it make sense for me. But I thought cam told his wife everything & wouldn't keep secrets like extra marital babies & presumably bank robbery

Clip the jacket toss? Maybe they don't know he's gone, just like the lightbulb len episode (not relevant to anything but remember when castle was like "alexis doesn't think loving ashley at college is practical but she needs to love him anyway" & now with pi he's like "don't you dare effing move out") clipping lanie baby talk to for sure

LP: Well, whatever happened happened near that church. She drops her jacket on a chair. KB: Lanie, what are you doing here? LP: I had some information and I thought I’d come by and check on my little patient. (she bypasses them completely and picks the baby up from the pack and play) Hey little doodlebug. How’re you doing? KB: What makes you think Cameron was shot near the church? LP: Well, based on the nature and the severity of the wounds, your victim maybe had only five or ten minutes before he bled out. RC: He couldn’t have driven that far. LP: Twenty blocks at most. I also found something unusual under his fingernails. [In baby voice] Wax residue, charred nitrocellulose, and camphor. Despite her rundown of the facts, she more interested in the baby. KB: Nitrocellulose? LP: Yes. It’s used to make celluloid. You can find it in old filmstock, certain kinds of plastic, but it’s highly flammable. (she goes back to the baby) Isn’t it? RC: Charred celluloid? Where would that come from? LP: Beats me. That’s your job. Right now my job is to play with the little baby. Yes it is. LP continues to bounce the baby. KB smiles.

Ryan no you are embarrassing me & I'm just watching the show. JE: Yeah, this is Detective Esposito. I need to put out a BOLO on a Jimmy Wolfins- (he pauses when he sees a man walking toward him) Never mind. I think I found him. should I clip the oblivious ryan + fight scene esposito? lil bro said yes

INT – TWELFTH PRECINCT OBSERVATION ROOM RC: is in the room, holding the baby. They’re watching JIMMY through the glass. RC: See that man? That is a bad man. He’s gonna confess and we’re going to know just who you are. The baby coos in his arms. KR: walks in. KR: Castle? Mind if I try again? RC: Course. Here you go. He hands the baby over, and just like last time the baby immediately starts to fuss. RC: makes a face and KR: starts to panic. He hands the baby back. KR: I’ll just … wait outside. RC: No problem. KR: sighs as he backs out the door. He can’t even come up with an excuse. RC: (low, to the baby) You did that on purpose, didn’t you? High five. (the baby hits his palm) Good job.

RC: That’s a grownup lying. (low) Get used to that.

I like the wolf. Not ratting on his partner even tho the man abandoned him in the bank job.

JW: Because … I don’t know, when I was convicted I may have told some folks that Cam would pay. But that was years ago. (they’re silent) Look, the truth is, I was the one who messed up that day. I got hung up inside. Cam waited as long as he could. Longer than he should’ve. I told him that. He knew we were square. Good on them tbh

You're out of the house before 7? I mean I used to have to catch my bus for culinary school at 6.00...

Love seeing Gates be normal Gates not "iron gates".

KB: Castle, we were strangers until this morning. but you were only strangers until this morning! Consistency is important for kids! In the face of that face XD

One of our own sjfhdsjksdjklj

lunch HOUR? He works 7 hours & one of those hours is his lunch?

I had never heard the term blotter in this context before this fandom. KR: Nope, only three men and a mustang.

Wait how do-- right the footage. We saw the footage at 4.12 & mass was at 6.30.

Files, information, bank transfer numbers... they don't need to physically steal stuff b'y. Yeah bro if they got in you need to know how they did & where your security failed.

RC: A heist where nothing was taken. Maybe this is a classic ‘no honor among thieves’ situation. You know, a heist goes wrong, they fight. (reminds me of 2x21) RC: A not-so-classic no honor among thieves situation? KB: Where someone gets shot running away with a baby?

aaaaaaaaah def clipping

KR: I mean, earlier just got me thinking. Our baby’s due in a month and I can’t stop it. What if I’m really not ready? JE: Well, you’re not ready. KR: What?? JE: (shrugs) Nobody is. Look, being a dad is like being a cop. No matter what they teach you in the academy, you learn on the streets. You did okay with that, right? KR: Uh :| …my first day I was so nervous I rear ended the spot man and the guys in vests poured out ready to take me out with extreme prejudice. JE: JE: Well … you care. That already makes you a hundred times better than the dad I had. KR: [watches him for a second] (the man took you to baseball games between the ages of 3 & 5 at least...) also wow a month! The next episode is when the baby is born btw.

Typically I hear Beckett call him Espo the most. love his scarf btw

Castle can tell by the smell it was recent? A DIAPER!!! Poor baby, possibly witnessed someone get shot

I love rysposito just chatting in the background (saying goodnight & leaving in "we"s bc caskett are going home together but girl that also implies rysposito are going home together)

You are correct, he is NOT a bad guy. My man used to be a getaway driver but then he got out of the life bro. He's trying to save this baby from whoever is out there shooting ppl! actually that makes me think. Why didn't cosmo cry when cameron handed him to the priest?

Lol he's the baby whisperer. I mean yeah! Castle raised Alexis! "officially remains custody of the nypd" I used to dislike self-insert fanfiction but uh heheh technically custody of the nypd babes. & he's right! He DOES have all the stuff!

"wanna have a baby with me?" XD It'll be fun! cut to: this is SO not fun!

I love how Baby Whisperer is capitalized Them is so much faster to say but at least the book didn't say "it" (also heck yeah caskett moments) just has an exercise ball cream of mushroom soup babes HAS SHE STILL NOT HELD THE BABY? *holding him at arms length* "I hate that blanket" KB: We’re going on the nasty blanket. Yeah. Like a surgery lol. Castle really is a dad. Love the music *just not showing anything lol, rly good for filming bc they don't need to be in front of the camera* (the music heehee)

RC: All right. Now all we have to do is get him to sleep. Oh no

Martha was ALSO a single parent! The door opens and ALEXIS CASTLE walks in. Her eyes widen when she sees CASTLE and BECKETT rumpled on the couch and MARTHA happily feeding a baby. AC: How long have I been gone?

The elevator dings and CASTLE and BECKETT step off. They both have coffee but they both look bone tired. KB: Coffee’s not even helping. RC: I’d forgotten about this part. They sluggishly head for her desk. KR: Whoa. (really good "woah" from him) You two look like you got hit by the milk truck. CASTLE gestures to his face. RC: You see this face? This is the face of your future. (not clipping) JE: That bad, huh? RC: No, no, no. We slept like babies. KB: Yeah, up every hour. KR: Where is the little guy? KB: Martha and Alexis offered to babysit him. (Is that allowed? they r not the nypd?) KB: They said they were going to make a day out of it. (she tries to focus on work) So .. where are we on … um … JE, who has also basically adopted people: Child services? KB: … child services.

Nooooo did the baby's relative DIE???

KB: Uh, given how much baby garbage we generated in just one night and given how quickly they cleaned and vacated that apartment after the shooting, I’m wondering where all their garbage went. JE: raises his eyebrows. It’s a new angle. EXT – NEW YORK CITY ALLEYWAY (they've filmed in this alley before /neu) RC is digging through a dumpster. KB pops up next to him. (nice jackett btw) RC: You always take me to the most exotic places. KB: If you didn’t want to jump in your could have waited on the side like you usually do. Her teasing is good-natured. RC: What? After the puke storm I put you through last night? It felt wrong not to participate. KB: Yeah. RC: Which, by the way, you were great last night. KB: (smiles) Thank you. You weren’t so bad yourself. RC: Well, I was no baby whisperer. (she laughs) You know, I’ve gotta say, when I volunteered to take Cosmo I – I thought I was doing it for his benefit, but … I realized I was doing it more for mine. I – when Alexis was little Meredith wasn’t really around, so I – I did it all on my own. And … when you said you weren’t a baby person … KB: Ah, okay. Okay, I get it. You were thinking that … RC: (nods) Yeah. KB: Well, tell you what. When the time comes, there’s no way I’m going to let you take care of our baby on your own. She smiles and he smiles back. They lean in for a kiss. (“it’s just weird” -rc in reference to kissing in front of a dead body) KR: Hey guys! They pull back. KR holds up a bag triumphantly. (also if u look in the background esposito is peeing against the wall. Remember s1 with the nanny when castle asked where detectives go to the washroom?) KR: I’ve got something. (lil bro: "it's a couch! for my apartment!" dumpster divin', dumpster kevin...) He jumps out and runs to show them. KR: Diapers. The same kind that Cosmo was wearing when we found him. RC: The cheap, un-biodegradable kind? Now that’s just criminal.

Ryan canonically knows abt wine then? he mentioned if he won the lottery (before he had a baby) thet he'd buy a winery & farm, he's impressed by argon canisters... JE: They were lighting pin opng balls on fire??? RC: *you're right that's a college party trick*

KB: Okay, a wine preservation kit, a missing baby, and a heist where nothing was taken. I mean, each time we find a piece of this puzzle it makes less and less sense.

ryan embarrassing moments:

RC: There’s something we’re missing. Something that – There’s commotion from out in the bullpen. KR pulls a chair over to the TV. KR: It’s time! It’s time! RC: - something that’ll make the pieces fit. They head out to see what’s really going on. JE shakes his head. INT – TWELFTH PRECINCT BULLPEN KR: Quiet everyone. It’s starting! KR hands a few tickets to his coworkers. (BRO???) JE: Wow man, how many of these things did you buy – KR pushes his finger against JE’S lips to get him to stop talking. KR: Shhh. Baby needs an education. Officer Harrison.

RC: Right. The break in where nothing was stolen? Ping pong balls, wax, gas? You guys, it makes perfect sense. They fixed the lottery. The crowd mumbles. RYAN looks at the TV in disbelief before ripping his tickets in half and tossing them in the air. (at the desks now) RYAN groans, his head in his hands, shaking, BECKETT'S hand rests on his shoulder. Except how would they get them in ORDER?

the winning the lottery joke was not good

Oh no the husband is probably the one who got shot!

ok but is that the third briefcase from the end or the third briefcase from the leftmost one? what if you're doing double inclusive counting? double exclusive counting? I'm really bad at this sort of thing Benny was crying? Benny was there? no wait that was yesterday not today Why would gates ask beckett what would happen to Paul Vail? She's the captain here babes

Corner after corner walk & talk

Caskett finishing each other's sentences lol RC: They’re not leveraging him. He’s in on it. Yeah lol acab

Ooh the way the music stopped when she put down the phone? so good

They just have him in the car service location? Ok so sometimes they show up & start yelling from a distance, other times they sneak up on em. What's the difference?

Oh the reunion!

VG: Nicely done. KB: Thanks. But uh … Cam is the real hero here. VG: The getaway driver? RC: Yeah. Turns out it was a case of honor among thieves. JE: Yeah. Paul told us the whole story. KB: When Cam’s boss, Roman, found out about his past, he pressured Cam into the job and threatened to fire him if he didn’t go along. RC: It was going to destroy everything he and his wife were trying to build. (all four of them are doing the finishing sentences thing) JE: Roman promised no one would get hurt, but then after the ball exchange at the TV station, Cam overheard Roman and Walter Dennis talking. They whole leaving the country thing was bull. They never had any intention of letting the Vails live. KR: Yeah. After collecting the winnings, they were going to stage an accident, killing them all. VG: Silencing the only witnesses to their crime. KB: nods. RC: When Cam found out, he couldn’t live with that. PAUL: He tried to save us both, but they caught him. So he grabbed Benny and ran. (to MIRANDA) He gave up his life for us.

Baby! Love his hat btw

KR: Well, the good news is, I mean, besides saving that family, they are rolling over the lottery. So I’ve got another shot at that $247 million. All I’ve got to do is tape my tickets back together. JE: Oh … dude. (KR stops) They uh … they already took out the trash. KR stops for a seconds, then turns and bolts out the door, almost running into someone in the process. After he’s gone, JE starts to laugh. He pulls KR's tickets from his pocket. JE: It’s– I’m just going to let him swim around in a dumpster for like a hour, then I’m going to pull him out. XD what a dick but it's funny

AC: Hey, if you guys have kids in a few years, and I have kids in a few years, they can grow up together. RC: RC: And … it’s ruined. Bestie the turkey should have already been out of the freezer those things take forever to thaw. I missed a day of culinary school. & was screwed. Also, like??? just break it down? Different parts of the carcass have different cooking times. Break it down & then cook them so that you have them all perfectly done instead of some overcooked some still half-raw

Love Martha's outfit (her braids are not nearly tight enough tho) *don't talk about it don't talk about it don't talk about it don't talk about it hhhhhhhhhhhh* where's Jim? I'm glad that thought distracted me. Also yeah I totally believed the castle family would do that. but why did SHE get castle's outfit? if she thought castle was being srs & would have his own?

So yeah I really really loved this episode! Minus the fact that I'm FNMI ofc.

So there IS an audio commentary of this but idk if it would be worth liveblogging.

[always-a-joyful-note]

@lady-merian Sorry for replying in post but....KNOW HIM??!?! YEAH I KNOW HIM!!!!

He is literally one of my favourite authors. The way I SCREAMED when after two or so years of silence we heard from him again (with relief that he was all right).

I strive to match his chaotic writing style, his balance of emotional beats and ridiculous humour, the way he looks at his plot and goes "actually, we need more threads," the way he blends genres of portal and time travel and gaslamp fantasy and westerns and and and.....and also the way he shows his love for literary mythos (he has done his RESEARCH) with not just fairy tales and myths but also childrens lit and gothic fiction (the jekyll and hyde short story!!! the hints of dracula we're going to get in the next crockett and crane book).

Seriously, I love how he will make you cry with laughter and then actually just cry, but also how despite how heavy his books can get plot-wise, there's such a thread of lightness and fun even during the darker moments. Also absolutely obsessed with how all his characters will commit theft, arson, crimes against the time stream continuum and multiverse, and still believe they're the most sane of their group.

Sorry, this got a little rambly but I really love KRS.

[skamenglishsubs]

Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 1, Episode 2

Episode 2 picks up the morning day after the initiation party, the girls are having breakfast lunch at their dorm, the boys at theirs, and everyone wants the juicy details about what happened at the party...

Culture: Tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far? Although, it's pretty funny how the roles are reversed, Maddie is all "meh" about it, while Nils tells a different story. Then again, since when do you get together after a blowjob?

Culture: I actually have no idea why Simon is having breakfast at Skogsbacken, since regular schools only cover lunch for students, everyone eats breakfast at home, and then goes to school. Then again, it allows a scene where (Never mind, they're having lunch, thanks @kamand !) Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm casts some nervous glances at Simon after having been called out for disappearing at the party and almost forced to confess to making out with someone.

Culture: I know Felice is trying to put August down, but don't knock a proper Swedish pizza! As much as I like living in the US, they can't fucking make pizzas here, and the first thing I eat every time I go back to Sweden is always a real pizza. With pineapple and shrimp as God intended pizza to be made!

Culture: August is namedropping ski resorts in the Alps, which is where you go skiing in Europe if you have money, although Saint-Martin-de-Belleville is actually near Val Thorens in France, while Verbier is in Switzerland. It does have a three-star restaurant, though. Sweden and Norway have a couple of decent ski resorts, but the Scandinavian mountain chain is simply not as impressive as the Alps.

Subtext: Remember Wilhelm getting up and hurrying to math class in the beginning of the scene? It was so he could grab the other seat next to Simon, because he knows Simon is gonna sit next to Sara, since no-one else does.

Culture: Formally greeting your teacher before class is very uncommon in Sweden, but since Hillerska is all about discipline and tradition, of course they do it. Note that they're again using the formal Swedish title for male teachers, Magister, which in a regular school would be kind of a joke, since teachers and students are on a first-name basis with each other.

Subtext: Wilhelm is exposing how the world works if you have money. At Simon's old school, studying alone would result in good grades, but Hillerska is slightly corrupt and almost expects the students to essentially pay for getting a good grade.

Subtext: Simon is lying to his teacher, he absolutely hasn't talked to his parents about paying for private lessons.

Subtext: No, Sara absolutely does care about what other people think about her, and when she directly tells Felice that she would actually like some friends, that's when Felice gets it and starts making an effort to become real friends with her.

Culture: They're all bilingual at Simon's home, they're all speaking Spanish and Swedish, although Linda has a very noticeable accent to her Swedish. Based on demographics and statistics, the most likely scenario is that Linda immigrated to Sweden from Chile, met Micke, and started a family. In real life, Omar Rudberg was born in Venezuela and grew up in Sweden, while Carmen Gloria Pérez was born in New York, and grew up in Puerto Rico.

Subtext: Remember how I talked in the intro post about how distant social classes know nothing of each other? Ayub and Rosh are either working class or lower middle class like Simon, and since rowing is a typical upper class sport, they know nothing of it, they don't even think of it as a real sport. Unlike football, which is a proper working class sport, they know all about that!

Subtext: Scandinavia has Jantelagen, and everyone there thinks it's uniquely Scandinavian, but all countries have some form of Tall Poppy Syndrome. In this scene, Simon is starting to make a class journey, he started rowing, he started trying to fit in with the other upper-class kids, and getting into a relationship with someone as upper-class as Wilhelm would definitely move him all the way. But going on a journey means leaving things behind, which is why Rosh and Ayub are cutting him down and literally turning their backs on him. They like it in the small town of Bjärstad, why can't he be happy there too? Why is he betraying his roots?

Subtext: This comment from August nicely foreshadows a later episode when August does something traceable on a School computer...

Subtext: What August means is that he's not sure Wilhelm has the same desire to be accultured into the upper class, to play the part of a proper prince, in the same way that he and Erik have accepted their roles and are even enjoying them.

Culture: Although it's impossible to read the name of the medicine, the paper tag on the bottle indicates that it's some kind of prescription medicine. From the conversation with Vincent, we learn that it's some kind of ADHD medication, probably some kind of Dextroamphetamine since those improve athletic ability and cognitive functions in healthy people.

Culture: Birkenstock sandals are associated with hippies in Sweden as well as in many parts of the world, so August is actually saying that the school counselor isn't really part of the same upper-class society as the rest of the staff. And again, his use of the word sosse drives the point home.

Subtext: Consequently, the counselor sees right through August and refuses to immediately prescribe him the medication that he wants...

Subtext: ...even though August tries to both bribe him and threaten him into giving him the medication he wants.

Subtext: A big theme of this episode is class journeys, and in this scene and a previous exercise scene, August gushes about how good a thing that is, how proud he is of Simon for going on one, and spouts some crap about how everyone can make it if they really want to.

Subtext: Thankfully, Madison says what we're all thinking: August is full of shit, life isn't fair, and they're only at the school because they were born into privilege.

Blink and you miss it: After Wilhelm has nervously texted his crush for the first time, he starts to bite his fingernails, but quickly stops himself, because why would he be nervous? He's just texting another boy about rowing practice, there's nothing more to it!

Subtext: Simon's texting game is on point though, he knows exactly what he should write to get Wilhelm to go on a totally-not-a-date with him.

Subtext: In the same way that August couldn't convince the counselor about being sick, I don't think Wilhelm's atrocious acting here convinces August that he's sick either.

Culture: Public transport in the greater Stockholm area - or wherever we're supposed to be - is of course cash-less, and you pay by either charging a special card, or by signing up in their app and buying tickets through there. The point of this scene though is to drive home how Wilhelm has never ever had to take the bus before in his life, and therefore has no idea how it works.

Culture: The totally-not-a-date starts at a Circle K, which in Sweden is just another gas station, but it is actually a Canadian multi-national convenience store corporation. The price of gas is of course posted in kr/l, and 13.98kr/l corresponds to roughly $6/gal.

Subtext: Throughout the totally-not-a-date, Wilhelm is trying to reach for common ground with Simon, trying to show him how he's just a regular guy...

Subtext: ...but then real life intrudes, Wilhelm is recognized by some local girls, who call out to him and run away giggling, which shows how he's not a regular guy, he's going to get recognized wherever he goes.

Culture: Kokt eller grillat, boiled or grilled, are the two ways you can get your hot-dog at pretty much any hot-dog place in Sweden, and ketchup and mustard is always offered. The correct answer to this question is of course grilled, with ketchup and mustard, and this just shows that Wilhelm is a man of culture and good taste. Unfortunately, they were out grilled ones, so they all got boring soggy boiled hot-dogs instead. Is there a metaphor here? I don't know.

Subtext: Again, the show drives home the point that absolutely no-one has a problem with people being gay. Simon is clearly out to Ayub and the rest of his friends, and Ayub immediately picks up on the fact that this is totally a date.

Blink and you miss it: Ayub nudges Simon with his elbow to tell him that he should make a move on Wilhelm.

Culture: What we're looking at is just the local junior/high school football team, Bjärstad, playing a match against some other unnamed junior football team. Since the stakes are super low, the audience basically consists of whichever parents and friends of the players that could be bothered showing up.

Culture: Driving age is 18 in Sweden, and even then getting your own car at that age is extremely uncommon. However, you can easily get a license for a moped when you turn 15, so these are the vehicles of choice for teenagers to get around.

Subtext: August found out about Wilhelm's trip to town, but his main problem with it is that he wants Wilhelm to stop slumming it with lower class people, and to start hanging out with everyone at school instead, so that he can be properly accultured into the upper class. Again, sosse in this context means working class, not socialist.

Subtext: Although Simon felt really great about his first date with Wilhelm, the text message reminds him that Wilhelm isn't a regular person, and that even this innocent little trip generates interest and scrutiny, and can't be posted publicly.

Culture: As everyone should have noticed by now, Madison keeps speaking English, while everyone speaks to her in Swedish, so clearly she understands it. But here she gives her motivation for sticking to English, and that is that she doesn't feel she's good enough at speaking Swedish. Boarding schools like Hillerska attracts international students that have some kind of connection to the country, so a likely scenario is that Madison grew up in the US with a Swedish parent, and she's being sent here to experience Swedish culture and get immersed in the language to learn it better.

Cinematography: This shot of August drives really home all the pressure he is under, he's out of drugs, the headmistress just hinted that he's out of money, and he's literally being weighed down by books and work-out weights.

Subtext: Simon has kept his visits to Micke a secret from Sara, so here he has to intervene to make sure August doesn't accidentally reveal this to her. He also wants to protect his sister, so he's redirecting August's search for drugs onto himself.

Subtext: And on the flipside, Simon isn't really telling his dad that Sara still hates him and really doesn't want to see him, so he's vague when Micke asks about Sara and Linda.

Culture: Finally a bottle of medicine where we can read the label! Unfortunately for Simon, this is Tramadol, an opiate prescribed for pain relief, which is the complete opposite of the kind of drugs August wants.

Subtext: If you haven't figured out yet that this episode is about class journeys, August spells it out for us here. However, the reason he's "congratulating" Simon in front of everybody is because Simon just supplied him with more drugs, so this is his way of thanking him, since he can't really pay him.

Blink and you miss it: For a split second, Wilhelm grabs Simon's leg during the scary scene.

Subtext: The entire dialogue of the movie works as subtext for what's actually going on between Wilhelm and Simon at this point, and Wilhelm is getting a little freaked out by this sneaky display of affection.

Subtext: The movie also puts words on the implications of Wilhelm getting together with a boy, what about having kids in the future? Can you carry on your family name and traditions, or will they die with you?

Lost in translation: The plaque actually says "FEEL YOUR RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE HERITAGE". Even though the plaque means the heritage and legacy of the school itself, Wilhelm is thinking about his legacy, his heritage, and how getting together with Simon would threaten that.

Lost in translation: Wilhelm actually says "jag är inte en..." - "I'm not a..." before he stops himself. So it's not possible that he was trying to say "I'm not gay", because that doesn't work grammatically in Swedish either. He could be trying to say "I'm not a guy like that" or "I'm not a guy who likes guys", that would work.

Cinematography: The framing and silhouetting of this shot is just chef's kiss. The outline of their hair allows us to see who is who, and we can see from their poses that Simon is welcoming a kiss, while Wilhelm is still hesitating.

[neoaevis]

J.JH| Beyond Our Love

✩ Warnings: None 

☞ Word Count(Teaser): 243

☞ Estimated word count per chapter/oneshot (idk yet if I want this as a oneshot kr what): 5k-10k 

♡ Hey Luvess soo this is the teaser for beyond our Love please send a feedback and if you wanna get tagged just send me an ask or a message :))

They say first loves are something you can never forget as they are the first ones that makes you experience  and learn the three stages of love which are lust, attraction and attachment that will change you like no other relationship can, it is the relationship that made you believe in a happily ever after but it’s also the relationship that proves we are all capable to fall out of love, we would suddenly stop feeling the euphoric state of being together it would be replaced by the endless shouts and arguments that would drain the life out of you until you just suddenly feel tired and end it.

Jung Jaehyun was your first love, he was the first person that you allowed to get close to you in mind, body and soul, he was the first one to see all your imperfections within, he thought you how to be selfless. Jung Jaehyun was your everything until he wasn’t because he is now just a bitter memory.

Your relationship with Jaehyun started back in college, you both have always been popular but due to different reasons, you being miss perfect envied by a lot due to you being smart, pretty and rich whilst him he had a fuck boy reputation sleeping around here and there breaking hearts nonstop, he was someone you should avoid to protect your heart, but how would you ever avoid him when he sets his eyes on you suddenly.

“All Rights Reserved” © sibehpoor 2021

[six-magnitude-girl]

Stone by Stone

Summary:"If you think you can just leave, think again, princess." Nobody lives happily ever after.

TW: dubcon, coercion, manipulation, toxic relationship, cheating, forced proximity, dark romance, smut, patriarchy

Tags: powerHungry!Eren, Eren Yeager x Mikasa Ackerman, mean!Eren, arranged marriage, no beta we die like Mikasa's hopes and dreams, marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers, rich people and their fucked up views, toxic!Eren,

Inspiration:

Serenade Of Peaceful Joy (CN historical drama)

Game Of Thrones by George R. R. Martin

The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir by 白鹭成双 (CN novel)

The Man’s Perfect Wife by Lavender Blue (KR novel)

narcissa black & lucius malfoy || stone by stone by everything is black

Note: My attempt to welcome the New Year.

It's been an arranged marriage but I honestly expected better from Mikasa Azumabito. Now, I just feel stupid for falling for her "meekness". 

I should have known better at that New Year's Eve Party. 

Everyone was watching the stage with their glasses raised as they started to count down.

Eren's eyes unconsciously searched for his wife who was looking in the opposite direction.

Mikasa is in her element. A white backless dress and not one hair misplaced in her coiffure. The city lights as the backdrop, his wife looked even more beautiful than usual. 

Since their honeymoon, they've never been intimate again. Eren is busy with running his newly acquired company and Mikasa was... doing whatever it is that she does. He honestly doesn't give a fuck. After a while, curiosity got the better of him, and asked his assistant. Painting, Galleries, Charity Events, boring stuff. He has mixed feelings seeing her non-existent credit card statements. It’s like I don’t have a wife. I don’t see her when I get home. No talking, screeching, crying, forcing me to go on stupid events, or taking her out to go shopping. Nothing changed. She mostly stays in her workshop to paint. A perfect wife, indeed. 

It didn't matter, he still has his usual rotation of girls. Looks like Ymir and Historia are on a break again. Eren noted how handsy the blonde is becoming as the night progresses. He chuckled to not let his friends see how much he didn't care about whatever earned Marlowe's ire this time. Solid business associate but Bowl-cut needs to get laid. Who has the time to care about some straws and turtles? 

His eyes kept being drawn back to his wife. It was probably because he hadn’t been satisfied lately. Mikasa's dress was revealing too much, so his eyes kept going to it. 

Usually, Mikasa is the poster of a virtuous wife with her hair up and her pearls. Was this her way of telling him that tonight would be a good night? Is she seducing him?  

Eren couldn't hold back his smirk at the thought. I knew she enjoyed our honeymoon.

Eren hates anything that attempts to control or rein him in. They may have succeeded in convincing him of going through with this sham of a marriage but he’s not going to make things easier for anyone.

“What do you want for a wife?”

“Non-existent.” he’s not even looking at her. He’s making his distaste known. He knows her type. Spoiled, a naive princess that expects the world to applaud her just because she's a ‘good girl’.

“Okay, I understand.” She’s calm. Way too calm. “I promise, I won’t get in your way.” He expected tears or a pout or at the very least for her to throw her family’s name in his face. She calmly drinks her tea, staring at the window. If that’s her way of getting his attention, color him impress. Looks like my wife to be, is not that bad after all. Let’s see how long you can keep up with the act.

They’re in their honeymoon suite. Something about her being so accommodating to his attitude towards the whole thing bothers him, eats on him, an itch that he can’t do away.

He is holding her wrists above her head. The only interactions that this girl had before getting married to me is with men of her peerage. It must have never occurred to her that not everyone is a gentleman. This will show her. 

He untied her silk robe to see her body. "Let me see you, princess." Her eyes narrowed at the nickname. She’s annoyed. Princess, it is. I’ll call her that from now on.

Mikasa writhes under him, trying so hard not to make any sort of reaction as he plays with her body. She turned her head away in an attempt to shut him out.

She struggles to take his tip. "We don’t need to do this," she said like she’s doing him a huge favor. Want to have your way again? Too bad. You should have listened when I told you marriage with me is a bad idea. 

"I'm your husband and this is my right." as soon as she heard that. A fire lit inside of her, there’s this determination on her slated gray eyes that he has never seen before. His heart skipped a beat as she spread her legs wider. Bracing herself, her eyes look straight back at him as if it’s saying: Do your worst then. I can take it. 

Challenge Accepted.

“I’m sorry, princess. Is that too much for you?” He could do this all night. By the time he’s done with her, she’ll be begging him.

They ended up not leaving the bed for the duration of their honeymoon.

His cock twitched with the memory of the way she screamed every time he forced an orgasm out of her. Tch. Stubborn princess. 

“THREE!” He’s more receptive to giving her a New Year kiss now. 

“TWO!” His face fell just as quickly when he saw her reflection in the black glass. Mikasa's eyes sparkled with tears as she smiled tenderly.

“ONE!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" Confetti and balloons dropped from the ceiling. Eren was momentarily pulled down for a smack but his eyes never left his wife who was still looking out the window. 

His wife noticed people approaching her from behind and wiped her tears away. Her face was back on its mask of indifference as she politely greeted the people that came up to her. 

Why did Mikasa make an expression like that? 

Eren ignored everyone and quickly made his way to the window where his wife had been looking out.

At the hotel's main entrance, personnel had come to attend to their VIP guests. 

Among them, he saw one man quickly turn around. He was a short but well-built man in a black suit. The man moved fast but a glance was all Eren needed. 

He had ordered an investigation the very next day.

When he learned the man's name, Eren remembered the surge of emotions that flooded his gut.

Levi Kruger.

You never really genuinely smiled at me, never made any effort. You don't ask whenever I don't go home till the morning. You don't even bat an eyelash whenever someone flirts with me in front of you. 

Were your emotions all for him? What do I, as your husband get? Just what was going on between you two?

So after the successful partnership of Yeager Enterprise and Azumabito Holdings, it's almost expected for them to divorce since the project is over. There's no use staying married now that everyone got what they wanted out of this marriage.

Mikasa won his dear mother over by calmly reciting that fucking poem when they caught him fucking someone at their engagement party. 

Long black hair in an updo. Conservative dress. Pearls. Beautiful, he’ll admit that much but frigid, neurotic, a bore. I want to yawn every time she talks. 

"Everyone makes mistakes. If Eren still wants to go through with this, I'll marry him." 

Could have fooled me. 

You're just waiting for me to divorce you, aren't you? You must think that you're so smart having been able to fool everyone. I can see right through you, princess. You married me to get your family off your back. When the time comes, you'll take alimony and run away with Levi Kruger. Living happily ever after. Free. No fucking way, princess.

Marrying Mikasa gave him more power than he had ever anticipated but for some reason, he still feels that suffocating feeling at the top. You’ll stay with me in this cage until I get tired of you. 

“I don't want a divorce.” Mikasa's almond eyes suddenly look sharp and he resists the urge to laugh at how scared she suddenly looked. 

"When the rivers have dried up, when it thunders in winter, when it snows in summer, when the mountains have flattened and the heavens and earth have joined, then I’ll be willing to separate from you, my lord and husband."

Eren looked downright smug as he quoted a famous poem in Hizuru. His wife’s eyes hardened even more as his smirk grew in amusement of finally getting a rise out of his perfect wife. 

"Imagine the horror on your septa's face if she finds out that the little perfect princess dares to be a divorcee." 

With the mention of her aunt Kiyomi, her rage settled. Eren frowned when he saw her in a daze, calculating something in her head.

“Look at me when you’re talking to me.” Eren walked towards her and his wife's smell tickled his nose. It's been so long.

Mikasa was surprised at her husband's proximity and flinched. She tried to back away but he’s faster. Grabbing her elbow "Come on, we have dinner reservations. I’ve been neglecting my princess for quite some time now." She shuddered when he kissed her neck and he can’t ask for any better reaction.   

He's bored lately, those girls are not doing it for him. His wife is going to entertain him. They are going to have so much fun.

[your--isgayrights]

hey sorry if youve already mentioned reading this before and i havent seen it yet but have you read trash of the count's family? it has that wholesome found family vibe that i really liked about orv

also what would u think of a crossover between them?

Yeah I read it last summer!

Well, I know its still currently updating but the last thing I read was (SPOILER FOR TRASH OF THE COUNT'S FAMILY)

when they started talking about OG Cale's mom and i haven't had the chance to get back to it. Like I said in the last ask I'm into drama/romance rn and TCF is very firmly like aromantic in my opinion which I really appreciate about it. Like you said, the similarity with ORV is that Cale is like: I'm here to build and maintain a found family, not fuck around. Really scratches my face-slapping/action itch when I have it.

I've never really read fic about it tho, I think that's mainly because most fic I see advertised in the tag is ship fic with Cale getting some and I just so happen to think he's an ace/aro king, comes down to personal preference. I think there's a lot of potential for people to take the TCF characters and make a narrative about how platonic love can be inherently queer and subversive, because in so many cases the one thing that saves the characters from their fates in the original novel is Cale just... knowing about them and caring that they continue to exist, which is sweet.

Then like I said before most of the x-over stuff I like is characterxsetting swaps, not character-character meet-cutes. I think the main difference of ORV characters in the TCF setting from OG TCF is that KDJ as Cale would be just slightly more of a loser, okay? So like they both have these elements of "I know this story so I can seem cool and OP at the start as I slowly start making more and more sacrifices to maintain that image." But I think that Cale's absolutely hilarious POV that's slowly revealed of "actually I'm an apocalypse vet who read one book ever on his day off to try to keep the PTSD at bay" is a REALLY different perspective from Mr. Kim Reader who is obsessed with Ways of Survival and creates the universe by writing self-insert fanfiction. There's also the "I'm just here to slack off because I already lived a life full of trauma and strife" vs the "I've been showing a suicidal lack of care towards myself and don't believe I have a future because I already lived a life full of trauma and strife." Then, critically, I think that both the character of KRS and KDJ are getting something from their new world that they couldn't get in their old one, bonds with other people. ORV, however, in contrast to TCF, asks the question "Am I using these people for my own gains? Is saving them really something they should be grateful to me for? Aren't I the same guy who is alone and deserves to die?" and Cale is just like "I saved you, you're gonna live in my house now, I won't emotionally confront the impact that caring for you has had on my life unless its in a trial of life and death, k thanx bye."

Okay okay, this got away from me... basically what I'm saying is that it's hard to do 1 to 1 roleswaps with these characters, so I think the crossover setting would be a bit complicated.

Luckily, ORV as a narrative is literally constructed to make any crossover narrative ever completely possible. I would like take a point in time in the cannon of ORV, right after the divorce arc where YJH found out he was in a book and then they were put into like a scenario based around a different world (Kaiznex arc or however its spelled idk) and then have those roles be the world of TCF. So like KDJ wakes up as Cale and YJH wakes up as Choi Han and KDJ has to explain the setting to YJH and its like...

KDJ: OH haha this must be one of those books were a regular guy ends up as a character and knows everything about the protagonist so he helps him and...

YJH: ...

KDJ: ...

And then they just keep going, so I know they weren't in the kaizer permanente or whatever but imagine: biyoo as Raon, SYS and LGY as On and Hong, obvi very cute. And then I literally cannot be arsed to recall if there are any couples in TCF so IDK where JHW or LHS would end up that would have the same emotional resonance as the whole two palace people who are only kept sane by each other thing.

and I think HSY should be the white star AND also Choi Han's ancestor who wrote the cryptic books okay next question.

KRS in ORV setting would honestly be just like "oh not this fucking shit again." Literally hanging on by a thread in this universe where he read a book that he thought was a poor fictional history written by someone who wasn't there about "skills" from "stars" instead of having just plain ability users. I think if Choi Han were a regressor, it would be most fun if Cale didn't know and only read the first part where he messed everything up in 3rd and was like I can fix that and Choi Han is like Who?? Is??? this guy??? and then Alberu should be the author because him and Cale are funny like HSY and KDJ are funny. Alberu stealing jobs from women by being a funny bitch smh... Honestly I think that TCF characters in an ORV-like setting is sort of already answered by the Cale goes back in time in KRS's life thing and fixes stuff for them then has to go home bc he's white now.

OK. those are just my thoughts tho its been a while since i read tcf so idk how accurate that is, judge for yourself

[funko-jim-where-he-shouldnt-be]

Hello, and welcome to this blog!

What this blog is:

This blog is where you can send in requests via asks as to where you think I should put giant funko Jim. You can also send in submissions of your own edits. It was also inspired by @benrey-where-he-shouldnt-be.

How this blog started:

This blog started from a retweeted image of giant funko Jim by @toa-archive on Twitter where they suggested giant funko Jim's whereabouts were unknown. This sparked a light-hearted joke that he may still be out there, on the loose, and we need to be careful of him. Since making its way to Tumblr, someone suggested people edit images of him in random places to show that he is indeed, still at large.

How this blog will work:

You can send asks to this blog only either anonymously or un-anonymously, giving me a request of either a real or fictional place you want me to edit a picture of funko Jim into. You may also send in submissions of your own edited images.

RULES:

Do not send something explicitly NSFW

Don't send in any gorey or scary images/requests as I personally cannot handle that type of thing

Please be patient when waiting for your request to be posted as I do have a life outside of the internet and it will just generally take me a while to edit the image

Also if you send an image and it never gets used it was probably from problematic media and I didn't want to use it (problematic media includes things like Attack on Titan, Hetalia, Harry Potter, DSMP, anything from Vivziepop, etc.)

Don't send in requests if it says requests are closed (which will be listed in either the description or at the bottom of this post)

Also kr*xie shippers DNFI lmao

Submissions will be tagged as #submission and requests will be tagged with #request. If I come up with my own idea it will be tagged with #my idea

Requests: OPEN

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Drifters ch.1 (spicyhoney)

Summary:  When Red came to Edge and told him he needed to show him something in Alphys's lab, this was not what he had in mind.

Notes: Lots of people seemed to like the idea, so heck, I am expanding on it. Thank you everyone for your interest, it drives my mental writing machine. 😊

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones

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Read it here!

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Edge clutched the little bundle in his arms closer as he slogged through the snowdrifts. A thin, unhappy wail rose from the tightly wrapped blanket, a tiny waft of vapor rising with it. Edge could only hold the baby tighter, vainly trying to silence the child before their cries carried.

Uselessly. He could already hear the guards behind him, a rabble of snarling and incoherent threats mingled with large bodies crashing through the low-lying frostbitten shrubs and branches of Snowdin wood. Edge ducked behind a tree trunk, crouching, already braced for the near-euphoric rush brought by a large increase in EXP. There could be no survivors, none to follow them.

He waited and didn’t bother trying to silence the baby again, let her wavering shrieks lead the way into an attack that he never had to send. Even as the first few came into view, they fell to the ground shrieking, clawing at their very skin. A Check showed KR shearing away their HP, gouging away chunks as their screams overshadowed the child’s wails.

He didn’t wait to watch them dust. From behind him came a familiar voice, weary and ragged, “keep going, bro, we’re almost there.”

Almost there. Edge got back to his feet, stumbling as his knees nearly gave out. He caught himself in time, leaning against the tree trunk to catch his balance. There was no time to waste, none at all, and still he took a moment to tuck the blanket back around the baby where one tiny fist had worked its way loose to flail in the cold.

“Easy, little one,” he crooned, hardly recognizing his own hoarse voice. “We’re almost there. We’ll be safe soon, I promise you.” He didn’t look down into those pale eye lights, distantly afraid that the child would see the lie on his face. He started walking again in the direction of the cave where their machine was hidden away from any prying eyes. His brother started out at his heels, the snow drifts should have given him more trouble simply based on his height, but Red soon outdistanced him, clearing a path for Edge to stumble along even as the child’s cries grew weaker in the cold.

Almost there, to the machine, to the portal, and to Underswap.

Red was already clearing away the carefully placed barricade around the entrance to the cave. It looked as if an avalanche covered it, but there was a certain place where the snow and stones were thin, barely large enough for a broad skeleton and his tall brother to make it through. Edge helped him as best he could with only one free hand, for once carelessly scattering stone and slush, taking no pains to hide their path. It didn’t matter, they wouldn’t be coming back here again.

Edge tried not to think of everything they were leaving behind at their house. A tattered old book, a ridiculous pet rock, a sock and its collection of threatening notes. None of that was as important as their lives. As her life.

Red cleared the last of the rubble away and gestured towards the entrance. “g’wan, bro, you first.”

Normally, he would have refused. He was far better equipped to take a dishonorable blow to the back than Red was, and he could tell at a glance that his brother’s magic reserves were running far too low for any of his shortcuts.

But there wasn’t time for an argument. He cradled the child close to his chest as he crawled through the small opening. Inside, the cave opened up and he walked unsteadily towards the blinking colored lights that shone through darkness to the far back, where the machine loomed silently, waiting.

Edge didn’t look at his brother while he set the coordinates, ones that he knew as well as his own callused soul. He didn’t watch Red going through what he’d gleefully dubbed the ‘oh, shit’ protocols when he’d set them up, arming the explosives that were already set. They’d always known it might come to this; it was one of the reasons they’d moved the machine out of their basement to begin with. The only question was which side of the portal they would be on when it happened.

A last tap on the controls and Edge pressed the red button, watching as the black, depthless vortex swirled into sight, shimmering with same mysterious power as it always had. Red dusted off his hands, climbing to his feet with a grunt as he walked over to where Edge was standing. In his arms, the child’s whimpers faded in querulous little sounds as she sucked on her tiny fingers, staring up at him with wide, pale eye lights. As insignificant as her weight was, his arm was beginning to ache from holding her.

Red gave him a nudge in the femur with one elbow, digging painfully into the bone. “let’s go, boss.”

“No,” Edge said decisively even as he strode forward. “Not Boss, not any longer.”

Red only shrugged and followed him. “whatever you say, bro.”

The last thing he heard as he stepped through the portal was the soft click of his brother’s thumb on the detonator.

On the other side, from icy cave into a tidy basement, there was no sign that the explosives had done their work. Not so much as a tremor came through and the portal faded away as it always did. But when Red logged the coordinates to their world into the machine, it came up with the message ‘not found’.

It was enough. It would have to be.

Edge took a moment to catch his breath, closing his sockets and listening to the stillness of the basement, of the little gurgling, pleading cries from the child, of his brother’s sneakers on the cement floor. Then he went up the stairs and braced himself to go back out into the freezing cold after the relatively mild chill of the basement.

The path around the house to the front door was shoveled clear, with no traps or signs warning that trespassers could fuck off, one of Red’s charming additions to their home defenses. No, not home, not any longer, he couldn’t think about that right now. He let his feet carry them to the front porch where he rapped firmly on the door beneath the twinkling lights.

It opened and there wasn’t enough left in Edge for even a fraction of surprise that Stretch answered it for once, his lanky frame all but sprawled against the door jamb as he leaned out. The relief at seeing him left Edge nearly weak; all his reserves had been used up getting them this far and now that salvation was in sight, his will was beginning to waver.

That face, like and unlike his own, the sight of which often left Edge torn between snarling into it and kissing that pretty mouth where so many sly insults were offered with painful accuracy. Edge had done both, sometimes only seconds apart as they rolled around on the bare mattress that Stretch called a bed, and he still couldn’t say which he preferred. When it came to Stretch, there was little in the way of answers as to how Edge felt about him, but there was at least one he knew for certain.

Stretch would never let anyone hurt a child.

Whatever greeting he’d been about to offer- depending on his mood, it could be flirtatious, antagonistic, or perhaps even a truly awful pun— died unspoken as Stretch’s gaze dropped to the baby, who was by now whimpering in his arms. His sockets went incredulously wide, his eye lights narrowing into pinpricks of white, his mouth working soundlessly as he stared.

“is that a fucking baby?” he said finally.

“good guess, dumbass,” Red snorted, stamping the snow off his shoes. “puttin’ that phd of yours to good use.”

“Don’t swear,” Edge said automatically. “Can we please come inside?” Normally, the cold wouldn’t have bothered him so much but with his magic depleted, he was starting to shiver, unconsciously clutching the warm bundle closer until the child babbled a complaint.

Stretch nearly tripped over his own feet trying to get out of their way, yanking the door all the way open. “yeah, yeah, sure, fu—udgcicles, jumped up jiminy gyftmas, yes, get in here!”

On any other day, he would never have considered stepping onto the carpet without removing his boots. Today Edge could only stagger to the sofa, collapsing down on the cushion and staring dully at the footprints of melting snow that he’d left across the carpet.

He could hear Stretch speaking, demanding answers from him and Red as he slammed the door shut, but he was too weary to answer. He settled a hand on the baby’s chest, let her grasp his chilled fingers in her little hands as he let his head wearily drop back on the sofa cushions, soaking in the first beginning trickles of warmth that he’d felt since he’d made his mad dash from Hotland, leaving the smoldering wreck of the lab behind him.

The baby was finding no satisfaction from gnawing on his fingertips and as her cries increased in urgency, Edge could only lay on that ratty old sofa and wonder at what the hell he was going to do now.

tbc

[jjkyaoi]

Okie dokie!! So far I only have one kingdom/family dynamic

Also this will definitely sound like I just word vomited all my thought into my notes app, but that’s because I did

(Also the last name is Mencrife because 1. It wouldn’t get into the mc tag and 2. It sounded more fantasy like)

* Arctic Empire (yes I’m unoriginal sometimes) — Emerald

- Philza Mencrife (men/kr/if) — Current king of the arctic empire, may or may not be immortal (who knows?) doesn’t wear a traditional crown, instead wears a bucket hat/sun hat thing with a crown-like trim. Cousin species of Avian, like the rest of his family. Bird type - crow. Because of this, many crows hang out around the castle. There’s a rumor that they protect the castle/kingdom, and if all of them were to leave, the kingdom would fall to ruin. If you ask the older citizens of the kingdom, they’d say a queen used to rule alongside Philza. However, none of them know anything about said queen nor what may or may not have happened to her.

- Technoblade — Piglin hybrid (again, unoriginal) not actually apart of the royal family, he’s considered both the ‘assistant’, captain of the knights, and a close family friend. He is very skilled in fighting, and, surprisingly, you can sometimes catch him teaching a simple fighting class to many youngins in the kingdom. Due to his Piglin origins, he does have a big interest for gold. Due to a battle long ago (one of Tommy’s favorites of techno’s battle stories) when his opponent caught hold of his earring and ripped his ear in the process (and the earring was a gift from “an old friend”, it was made from quartz and gold, a small spherical smiley face. Sadly, he was unable to retrieve the charm by the end of the battle) due to this event, Techno makes sure not to be wearing any kind of jewelry during battles or adventures. However, when just hanging around the kingdom or castle, he’ll usually be adorned head to toe in gold jewelry. The royal family always knows when he’s coming into the room, due to the jingling the jewelry makes. Also, his horse is named Brick :]

- Wilbur “Soot” Gold Mencrife — the first born son of Philza, and next in line for the crown. Due to this, he spends a good majority of his week prepping to be king in case,,, yknow, anything happens. This also causes him to try and act regal n shit all the time. He usually always wears his crown, his clothes are as neat and Wilbur can make dem, all that jazz. He got the terrible nickname Soot from when he was a bit younger, and tried to pull a prank on tommy. Let’s just say, it ended with him getting stuck in a chimney, and by the time they got him out, he was practically made of ash and soot. Tommy still won’t let it go. He also has a pet sheep named friend! Incidentally, this sheep became somewhat of a mascot for the Arctic Empire, being included in the flag and even the royal family’s portrait. Everyone has a fucking attachment to this sheep, god help them. He is also a cousin species of Avian, his bird type is a Yellow Warbler. His horse is named Jubilee. He does sneak off some nights to meet a mermaid/Merlin hybrid named Sally.

- Tommy “Goldie” Gold Mencrife — He!!! This is the fuck I’ve been waiting to talk about, many thoughts head empty. Honestly, maybe I’m being swayed by Passrine, but this bitch is some combo of softie and chaotic gremlin, as he should be. Because if something that happened long ago with another kingdom, Tommy was never really allowed outside the kingdom walls, which means he is a clueless child (affectionate). One example is because he’s also a cousin species of Avian (his bird type is either northern cardinal or phoenix, he’s not old enough to show specific signs of either) he and this rest of his family have to stick to the same diet, vegan. Techno didn’t, cuz he’s Piglin, but he’d usually eat in his room or the library or something to simultaneously work. So tommy didn’t know ppl just... ate meat, you can imagine his surprise when techno had a chance to eat dinner with them. He wouldn’t stop crying over the cows for an hour. Even though tommy has named practically every horse (and animal) in the stables (whether or not it belonged to someone else) he does have his own horse. His horse is a big, strong breed (like merida’s from brave) and is named Mellohi :D also the nickname Goldie is the nickname only Wilbur is allowed to call him, he’ll bite anyone else who calls him that (that is until he meets a short chaotic goat boi prince and a ✨Socially anxious✨boob boy prince /j)

YOOOO!!! I LIKE THE IDEAS YOU HAVE, IT'S SUPER COOL THUS FAR!!! CHAOTIC GREMLIN + SOFTBOYINNIT MY BELOVED, AND THE STORY WITH TECHNO'S EARRING IS SUPER FUNNY WIWVWJWJWQ also, i'm not surprised about the chimney story, it sounds like something wilbur would do

[capriprompts]

Captive Prince Prompt Blog

Hello! My name is Leigh (she/her) and this is the Captive Prince prompt blog. This blog is dedicated to collecting prompts from the community, via ask or submission box, to inspire writers and artists alike.

I have been in the Captive Prince fandom for a few years now, making me neither new to the fandom and not quite an ‘old,’ and, though I’m not fantastic under any circumstances, I have written a few things that have allowed me to meet wonderful people here.

This is the most immersive I’ve been in a fandom in quite some time so I am very much looking forward to continuing to meet people along the way and to see what wonderful ideas we, as a community, can come up with.

Below you will find links to the navigation page, the faq page, the guidelines page, and the ask/submit pages if you're curious to know a bit more about how I hope to make this all work.

[Navigation Page]

[FAQ Page]

[Guidelines Page]

[Askbox]

[Submission Box]

Here is also a link to a GoogleForm to collect suggestions for events that may help encourage engagement. Like I've said, I'm fairly new to this myself and so any suggestions are welcome! I was thinking of thematic days/weeks where a date is mentioned and people can come up with prompts related to [the entire guard's lives post-KR].

Below are some questions and answers that can be found on the FAQ page, but that I think are important for everyone to see:

Do the prompts go away once they are filled by somebody?

capriprompts answered:

No! The prompts can be filled an endless amount of times. If a singular prompt inspires a multitude of writers/artists, I don’t believe we should take the prompt away simply because it was filled by one. That would be depriving us of wonderful creations by talented people!

I find some of the prompts problematic. Why are you posting those kinds of prompts?

capriprompts answered:

I am approaching this very AO3-style, meaning that everything will be tagged and warned accordingly. In turn, this means there may be prompts that are considered ‘problematic’ by some; that is something you as an individual need to deal with. If dealing with it means not following this blog, then that is what you have to do. I will do my very best to tag things for warnings and, if there is something I do not tag that is an issue, please let me know and I can add it to the tags/warnings. But otherwise, things will be posted as they are submitted.

The pairing I want to prompt isn’t listed on the navigation page. Is that okay?

capriprompts answered:

Absolutely! I knew I couldn’t think of everything that would eventually show up, so it is fully within my intentions to update the tag list as things come alone. That means that any pairings, any characters, any universes, genres, kinks, etc. can be prompted, even if it isn’t on the navigation page at the moment, and I will be sure to add it so i can always be found.

If you have any other questions, please first check the FAQ page out and, if what you're looking for isn't there, don't hesitate to send me a DM or an ask!

Thank you for taking the time to read this and I am so very much looking forward to hearing from you all! Lots of love to the Captive Prince fandom! ❤

[glimmerglanger]

So I’ve been plagued by this since I read mirror AU. For your spice week, how would you feel about obikin sex with an audience? Can be purely for pleasure or a ritual thing or an accident, but like, thinking of Anakin staking a claim in front of Cody in agaptfaa may have awoken something in me? Ditto prime Anakin and mirror Anakin with either Obi-Wan. I know Obes would think it riduculous/primitive but maybe find it hot anyway?

Anonymous said:

hmm this isn’t particularly spicy on its own but it can be added to a spicy september fic? like ur prompts are the ice cream and this ask is the extra toppings haha. but like obi wan’s pale skin being marked up with finger shaped bruises and hickeys and his own flush? bonus points if he’s ‘pleasantly sore’ 🥺

Mmmmm, I like these ideas very, very much! I went with ritual sex with an audience because I’m legitimately so, so weak for that. Marking ended up fitting in very well with this particular plot bunny. Hey, if we’re staking a claim…. No reason for half measures. Established relationship set during the Clone Wars (close to the end, with Anakin’s mental state being frayed).

This is NOT SAFE FOR WIZARDS. No real warnings beyond that. We’ve wrapped up Spicy September Week with this fic! I hope you all enjoyed it! Thanks for all the wonderful prompts! I’ll be posting all the fics over on ao3 to make sure they don’t get lost etc. Hope everyone has a great rest of the week, time for me to get back to prepping for Whumptober!

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They landed on Tuls on a clear, cool morning, with frost across the ground. Technically, Anakin wasn’t even supposed to be on the mission, but he’d been working with the 212th when Obi-Wan’s orders came through and…

Well. They’d had enough things go wrong for Jedi sent on solo missions from the Senate. He’d decided he ought to tag along, and Obi-Wan hadn’t protested. They’d even had some time to sleep, on the flight to Tuls. Anakin had hoped they might have time for a bit more than sleep, but Obi-Wan had still been recovering from...whatever the kriff had happened to him over Raydonia.

Anakin took one look at the fading bruises all down his ribs, and lost the urge to press the issue. It was more than enough to hold Obi-Wan close while they slept, to pour healing energy down into his skin, hoping to ease as much of the damage as he could.

By the time they arrived on Tuls, most of the marks had faded away. Obi-Wan had stretched that morning, when he woke, and looked down at his side with a surprise written all over his expression. “Feeling better?” Anakin had asked, dropping a kiss against his ribs, and Obi-Wan had smiled at him, looking soft and still mussed from sleep.

But that had been earlier, when it was just them. Obi-Wan looked nothing but professional as they set foot on Tuls soil, met by an entire delegation of tired, stooped humanoids, who looked at them and said, “Thank goodness you have finally arrived, Jedi. There is no longer much time.”

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“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said, after the Tuls delegation had hurried them along, out of the cold and into a finally appointed meeting chamber. There was a fire crackling in a large hearth along one wall, which was a relief. There was a bitter chill in the air, which seemed odd. Anakin was almost sure Obi-Wan had said that it was supposed to be late spring on the planet. “I was not informed we were on a time-table, but you mentioned--”

“We are very late to bring the spring,” an older man said, rising heavily from a chair by the fire. He was solidly built - Anakin guessed he’d probably been all muscle, once. Time had added a healthy girth around his waist. He wore a crown of dark stone cut through with pale lines.

Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin, and Anakin shrugged. Obi-Wan looked back at the man and said, “And you… require our help, to bring the spring?”

The man nodded. He said, “Forgive my manners. I am King Urtus. And, yes. We need your help, specifically, Master Jedi.” Anakin could feel the relief radiating off of all of these people, even as their leader spoke.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said, shifting around, loosening his shoulders in a little movement that Anakin wasn’t sure anyone else would identify as the first step towards a fight. “May I ask why? I’ve not heard of such assistance being required before.”

Urtus grimaced, looked to the side, and spat into the fire. “We did not need outside assistance. Not before the Separatist attacked us. The Keeper of Seasons was killed in the attack. Her apprentice…” He gestured to a boy standing to one side; the kid looked to be in his early teens. “Is not yet of age to bring the spring.”

“I think…” Obi-Wan said, as a creeping feeling ran down Anakin’s back, “that you ought to tell us, exactly, how one brings the spring, here on Tuls.”

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“Are you serious?” Anakin said, after Urtus finished explaining exactly what it was they wanted Obi-Wan to do. He felt a prickle across his shoulders as everyone in the room turned to look at him, including Obi-Wan, who raised an eyebrow for good measure.

“We are quite serious,” Urtus said, as though he had not just suggested that - that Obi-Wan come down to some - some kind of ritual chamber and take off all his clothes and--

“Getting kr -- engaging in intercourse doesn’t make the seasons change,” Anakin said, feeling his cheeks getting far too warm. He, abruptly, didn’t like the way any of the people in the room were looking at Obi-Wan.

Urtus shrugged. “It ever has on Tuls,” he said. 

Anakin looked at Obi-Wan, hoping for support on how mad the entire suggestion was. He got a shrug, instead, and a thoughtful look, as Obi-Wan said, “I can feel the Force flowing through the core of this world. It is possible the seasons have become tied to… rituals, of a sort. And carnal relations are often tied to the advent of spring.”

Sometimes Anakin wanted to shake him. Not everything had to be a science project.

Urtus cleared his throat, before Anakin could point out that now was not the time to get curious about the ecosystem of some new world. “Please,” Urtus said. “It should be nearly summer now. We beg for your assistance with this matter.”

“Why does this have to be Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, shifting to put himself between them and Obi-Wan, just in case they got grabby.

“We can feel his connection to the Force,” Urtus said, straightening and meeting Anakin’s gaze for the first time. “The planet responds to him, already.” Anakin figured he’d have to take Urtus’ word for that.

And Anakin knew damn well there was no way Obi-Wan was actually going to decline. He’d be full of concern about the fate of the planet and the safety of these people and if it meant him getting fucked on an altar to set things to rights, then so be it. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise when Obi-Wan said, “Of course, I will assist in any way I can.”

Urtus sagged with relief. Anakin felt the emotion vibrating through the rest of the crowd, and fine, he supposed they could make this work. He could help and they’d just get this over with, and-- Urtus said, “We will prepare you and arrange the melee immediately, then.”

The back of Anakin’s neck prickled, even as Obi-Wan asked, “Melee?”

Urtus nodded. “Indeed. To determine who shall have the right to assist you. So you may remove winter’s veil and bring the spring.”

Anakin tightened his grip on Obi-Wan’s arm; he felt Obi-Wan’s emotions shift, some hint of worry entering his feelings for the first time. None of it came through in Obi-Wan’s tone when he said, “Surely, I select who has the...right?”

Urtus shook his heavy head, making a deep humming sound. “No. It must be whoever is touched most deeply by winter, as decided by the Force,” he said, “it has ever been thus.”

Anakin looked over the crowd in the room. He really disliked the way they were eying Obi-Wan, and wondered, if he picked Obi-Wan up and bolted, what his odds were of getting to the ship. Probably not high, if Obi-Wan decided to fight him. Which he almost certainly would.

Anakin blew out a breath, instead, and said, “Is anyone allowed to join this melee, then?” Because, kriff, if it was a fight they wanted… Well. He was more than happy to give it to them.

# 

In the end, the Tuls were agreeable to the idea of Anakin joining the melee. He had no idea what they meant by ‘touched by winter’ and he didn’t really care. He was taken to a chamber to prepare with all the rest of the entrants, while Obi-Wan was spirited off elsewhere. They were only to use weapons with blunted edges, apparently, but that was fine. Anakin had long ago learned how to fight with whatever was to hand.

He cracked his neck side to side, selected a weapon that fitted his hand, and waited, ignoring the chatter around the rest of the room.

It seemed to take an age and a half before the doors were opened again and they were led out, across a frozen expanse of ground, and into a small entryway, directly into the earth. It was dark inside, and warmer. There were steps, leading down, and Anakin followed the figure in front of him, flexing his fingers in and out until they, finally, reached the bottom.

They were… in a large, open space, ringed with seats stretching upward, many of them filled. The walls glowed, faintly. Anakin barely noticed any of that, because, in the center of the… well, the arena, there was a familiar figure.

Someone had taken Obi-Wan’s tunics and left him wearing…pieces of white fabric, tied in bands around his body. His eyes and mouth were both wrapped. There were more bindings around his arms and hands. He was standing in front of a tall lump of stone. Anakin assumed, with a hot lurch of his gut, that this was the altar.

Which meant the Tuls fully expected someone to fuck Obi-Wan right there in the center of this arena and, well. There was no way Anakin was going to let anyone else touch him. He took a breath, adjusted his grip on his weapon, and waited while Urtus made some kind of speech that he didn’t care about.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, waiting for the moment when the melee started, and then springing into action. The Tuls were determined, he had to give them that. And they seemed to have decided that they didn’t actually care who won the right, as long as it wasn’t him.

They swarmed him, and Anakin snarled. Even with numbers, they were not a match, and he knew it. They had not a fraction of the practice and experience he’d gained, and he knocked them aside, one after another.

One almost cracked him over the back of the head with a cudgel, only to slip on nothing a moment before the blow could land, falling into one of his fellows, instead, and Anakin half-laughed at the feeling of Obi-Wan’s presence against his skin.

The Tuls woman in front of him balked at his laughter, and Anakin took the opportunity to elbow her in the gut, listening to the sound she made as she folded up, flinging himself back into the fight. There was no real strategy to it, it was nothing but a brawl, fierce and vicious, devolving, finally, into a bare knuckled scrap between the last contenders.

Anakin had something of an advantage in that area, and grinned fiercely at the sound his fist made hitting the jaw of the last Tuls standing between him and Obi-Wan. The man had a half a head of height on Anakin, but went over backwards with a satisfying thump.

Anakin stood, for a moment, in the midst of the groaning fallen, breathing hard. His clothes were torn and bloody, he noted. He throbbed from a dozen different places, wounds aching. He tasted copper on his tongue and turned his head to the side, spitting, even as drums started around the room.

He distantly remembered being told about the drums, and grinned, because they meant he’d won.

He met Urtus’ eyes across the arena, nodded, and stalked towards the center of the space. Obi-Wan hadn’t moved, standing there still as a statue. There were, Anakin noticed, as he got closer, clothes wrapped around his knees and ankles, too. His feet were bare on the stone and there were strange tendrils of light winding away from him, out through the stone.

Anakin decided he didn’t care about the light, right at that moment. His blood burned in his veins, his gut full of fire from the battle. He was already hard, when he stopped in front of Obi-Wan and reached out, grabbing the wrap around his eyes and pulling it away.

Obi-Wan blinked open his eyes, so clear and blue, and did not look surprised to find Anakin before him. Anakin grabbed the wrap over his mouth, hoping he was doing an adequate job removing winter’s veil, and Obi-Wan said, quietly, something tense in his expression, just for a moment, “I knew it would be you.”

Anakin shivered and could not stop himself from sliding a hand back into Obi-Wan’s hair and leaning closer, kissing his mouth, aware he was leaving smears of blood behind and - and liking it, liking the way it marked Obi-Wan’s clean, perfect skin. “I think I had some help,” he murmured, against Obi-Wan’s mouth, and felt Obi-Wan smile.

“Maybe a little,” Obi-Wan agreed, and Anakin kissed him again, pleased to know it had been him Obi-Wan wanted with him, here in the middle of an arena, here at this crude altar.

It made his pulse beat faster, instructions for what he was supposed to do jumbling together in his head. The Tuls had been specific about some things, but it was hard to focus on what they’d wanted. He’d needed to - to take Obi-Wan out of these bindings, definitely. 

Anakin could do that, He kept one hand in Obi-Wan’s hair, aware of all the eyes on them. He expected a prickle of anxiety across his nerves, he even anticipated, in a flash of worry, that he would not be able to maintain his current state of interest, not while knowing so many people were watching.

But these people had thought they could have Obi-Wan. Thought they could just use him for their ritual. And he, abruptly, quite liked the idea of showing them all just how wrong they were. He slid his mouth to Obi-Wan’s neck, nipping at the skin and then sucking, hearing Obi-Wan make a loud, surprised sound.

He slid his other hand down, tearing at the white wrappings, careless and rough. He just wanted them off. 

“The altar,” Obi-Wan ground out, his hands freed to come up, to grip at Anakin, pulling him closer. “We need to--the stone is Force-reactive, we need to be on--”

Anakin got the idea. The altar was the size of a large table, rising directly out of the floor. It came up to his thighs, he noted, even as he pulled the last of the wrappings away, grabbed Obi-Wan’s thighs, and lifted him. 

The stone lit up beneath Obi-Wan, when Anakin turned and put him down on the altar. Veins of color shot through it, so bright they were almost blinding. A murmur went up through the crowd, relief and joy, but Anakin barely noted it. 

Obi-Wan lit up, as well, and that was far more interesting. Trails of light stretched under his skin, glowing. He looked like something out of a dream, something magical. But then, he always had. Anakin groaned and crawled onto the altar, falling forward to kiss him, hands all over his skin, warm and soft and perfect.

He left behind smears of blood, marks that showed where he’d touched, and groaned at the sight of it. Everyone on Tuls had wanted Obi-Wan, but he was the only one who got to have this, the only one who got to touch, and he wanted, suddenly and fiercely, for them all to know it.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan panted, tugging at the closures on Anakin’s tunics. They were hanging off of him already, and Anakin yanked the outer tunic off, tossing it aside. He cared little about the under tunic; it wasn’t in his way. He slid a hand down, curled his fingers around Obi-Wan’s cock, and watched the light beneath him shift, spreading away from the altar, out across the arena.

Obi-Wan’s hands clenched at his belt. He made a sound, thick and pleasure-drunk, as Anakin stroked him, setting a fast, brutal pace. He had not patience within him, at the moment, he just wanted. Wanted to watch Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter, wanted everyone in the arena to see what he got to do.

He bent forward, kissing Obi-Wan deep and filthy, the drums pounding around them, almost drowning out the sound Obi-Wan made when he spilled all over Anakin’s fingers. 

“Force,” Obi-Wan panted, and Anakin grinned, rubbing his fingers together and considering. They’d not given him anything to ease the way. He shrugged, decided to make do, and slid his fingers back, between Obi-Wan’s legs.

He found Obi-Wan slick already, slick enough to slide two fingers in at once, and the revelation punched a groan out of him. “I thought,” Obi-wan gasped, deliciously flushed and glowing, “I’d better, ah, be ready.”

Anakin nodded. He felt quite beyond words, aching with so much want it felt hard to think. He wanted, so badly, to stretch out over Obi-Wan like this, to touch his glowing skin and let all the Tuls see how good he could make Obi-Wan feel, show them his beauty, the light of him--

The Tuls had warned them both that they might be...affected by the ritual. Anakin was willing to blame the hot jump of his pulse on whatever the kriff the Force was currently doing, whatever was making Obi-Wan light up, the glow off of his skin chasing away all the shadows in Anakin’s head, leaving him… singularly focused.

The urge to make everyone see swallowed him. Anakin took another kiss, hard, and then rocked onto his heels, batting Obi-Wan’s hands away - he’d gotten Anakin’s slacks open, that was more than good enough - and gripped at Obi-Wan’s hip.

Obi-Wan made a thick sound, surprised, when Anakin dragged his fingers out. His gasped beautifully, his skin all aglow, brighter spots of light at his freckles. Anakin ran a hand over his chest, awed, and then settled his hands, pulling Obi-Wan’s hips just so, gripping tight.

He heard the sound Obi-Wan made over the drums when he pushed in. Around them, the light started picking up colors, purples and pinks and blues, greens, spreading around the room, spreading across Obi-Wan’s skin, like an aurora, a celestial event, right in front of him.

Anakin jolted at the feeling of being in him. It was always amazing; he could have happily fucked Obi-Wan for the rest of his life, but-- Sinking into him on the altar felt like something else, the sensation spreading out to each nerve, clearing his head, leaving nothing but want and need and desire behind.

Anakin needed to fuck him, needed to drive into him, needing to make him gasp and cry out. Anakin gripped him, hard, keeping a hold on him, knowing he was leaving marks behind and - and liking it. He wanted marks, his marks, all over Obi-Wan’s skin, wanted everyone on Tuls and all the other worlds in the galaxy to know that Obi-Wan was--

Obi-Wan’s trembled, light spreading out from him, through the stone, the colors getting brighter, sharper. And Anakin wanted everyone to see, deeply. Force, he loved the way Obi-Wan looked when he was getting fucked, loved the way Obi-Wan’s mouth got soft, the way he flushed all across his cheeks and down his throat.

Every inch of him was beautiful, and Anakin groaned, driving into him as the light curled and flowed around them. He wished he had another hand, to curl around Obi-Wan’s cock, and in that moment saw no reason not to utilize the Force.

Obi-Wan jerked, full-bodied, when Anakin curled tendrils of the Force against his skin, pressure and sensation. Anakin thought he heard his name - it was hard to tell, the drums had gotten louder and his blood was pounding in his ears - and he took it as encouragement.

It felt like encouragement, through Obi-Wan’s emotions, overspilling into Anakin’s head.

He touched and touched and groaned when he felt Obi-Wan quake, come spilling across their skin and the altar and--and something shifted in the air around them, in the presence of the Force through the room. Anakin felt like lightning grounded down through his spine, pleasure and primal want swimming up through him.

He lost himself, for a moment, aware of nothing but pleasure, but needing to fuck into Obi-Wan, desperately, but the sheer joy of spilling within him. Anakin groaned, cock pulsing, and slumped forward, over Obi-Wan’s glowing form.

He held Obi-Wan - almost limp - and buried his face against Obi-Wan’s throat. He sucked hungry kisses against the skin, wanting to leave more marks, wanting to stain the pale flesh, wanting to leave no room for doubt that Obi-Wan was--

Was breathing shakily, trembles moving through him.

Anakin swallowed, hard, wrestling back control of all his riotous wants. He was aware, distantly, of cheering and the brilliant lights filling the chamber. But that all felt far away as he stroked a hand comfortingly across Obi-Wan’s stomach, pressing softer kisses to his skin, and holding him, there on the altar.

He managed to ask, as he got his breath back, “You think that did it?”

Obi-Wan laughed, tilting his head further to the side in what Anakin took as an invitation, and said, “Darling, you may have overshot us right into summer.”