#OTHER HALF. LITERALLY ALL THEY NEED IS EACH OTHER

[gojosprettyprincess]

Kento’s favorite position will always be fucking you in a mean mating press where he had your body forcefully folded in half by his, because there’s just something so raw and intimate about having your bodies and soft skin pressed up against each other in such a filthy manner. Both of your sweaty bodies melted into each other’s as he pounded you deeper and deeper into the soft mattress with such neediness and desperation. Every time he’d possessively thrust himself into you, it had the entire bed creaking and the mattress sinking lower and lower because of his overpowering strength and weight. It’s almost crazy how he’s practically crushing you with his muscular body. The way he’d manhandle you and bend your legs into your body was so inhuman and fucked up but obviously based on the countless times that he had wrecked your little pussy and stretched your tight walls soo widely to hug his cock in such an ideal way that was only meant for him, in that exact familiar routine of a position. You were very much used to it by now.

The way his damped, tousled blonde hair gently brushed against his chiseled face captured your attention—God he’s so beautiful, no renaissance painting could ever be compared to Kento's face. It was a literal masterpiece. God you couldn’t wait to start a family with this man because you already know you’d have the most cutest babies. He stared down at your fucked out expression that he fucking loved seeing so much, so pretty and alluring. All dumbed down and stupid just from his cock. It never fails to captivate his soul each time he's making love to you. He could stare at you for hours.

You weren’t the most flexible person but of course, Kento always managed to manipulate and manhandle your poor body effortlessly in whatever position that he desired. He’s not mean during sex but he’s definitely not the sweetest either, Especially after he returns home from a frustrating and tough day at work, his mind consumed with stress and pent-up desire and his cock twitching in his pants with heavy, thick balls filled with seed that he’s been storing up to stuff into you with, after he comes from work.

It wasn’t even a second after you greeted him, that honeyed tone in your voice humming his favorite tune, “Kentooo, you’re back!!”. Barely two minutes had passed and in the blink of an eye, you were trapped beneath his large, muscular frame with his aching, swollen length buried sooo deep between your tight walls. his mushroom tip kissing the tender, sensitive spots that made you soo mindlessly dumb, it had you forgetting about the little rule you had about no sex until he’s well fed after work because as his devoted housewife, you also labored diligently to prepare dinner for him.

What if it gets cold?!!

Well, Kento sure doesn’t give a fuck because he’s way too hungry for something else.

His black and yellow tie is loosely dangling over your face as the gentle waft of his minty cologne which you had sprayed on his chest earlier before he went to work, drifts in your nostrils, making your mind hazy and had your pussy pooling even more slick around his veiny shaft. “Good God, fuck this pussy is perfect darling, sooo perfect almost as perfect n pretty as you” his husky voice echoes with admiration, the outline of his bulging veins on his arms straining through his rolled-up sleeves, showcasing the raw strength he had as he gripped onto the sheets besides your head for sheer stability as his tired eyes—visible with exhaustion and teary, lazily stared into yours.

“Kento–“ you cried out, your nails digging into his beefy forearm as you looked up at him with pleading eyes that sent his cock throbbing embarrassingly. Fuck it took everything in him to restrain himself from not getting you pregnant with his kids right now.

“Yes, my love? Tell me what you need darling, m’here for you”. He whispered tenderly, he flashed a charming smile at you before placing a quick, affectionate kiss on your ankle that has been thumping against his huge shoulders the entire time as he ruts his hips into you animalistically.

“Missed you ken!, so so much” your heart beating with desire and love as his chest smushed your soft breasts against him. Beads of sweat glistening from his hairline, threatening to drip onto your face as you move your hands up to wrap them around his neck. A genuine smile spread across his face due to your performance of affection.

“Missed you too my love, God you were clouding my thoughts so much sweetheart, couldn’t stop thinking about you and this pretty little pussy today.” He confessed to you in his deep, sexy voice before smashing his soft lips onto yours. Your nails violently dug into his clothed back that was fortunately shielding him from the nasty, red marks you were plotting to leave. Both of you groaned into the kiss, your spit and saliva mincing together lewdly to the point where it was steeping out of your mouth. His swollen lips feverishly melded against yours, making it practically impossible for you to breathe but you didn’t mind one bit. It all just felt so delicious. His glossy, pink tip skillfully pokes against your sensitive g-spot, making your toes curl in your socks at how good he’s making you feel. God, he was so perfect. His huffs of golden, blond pubic hair tantalizingly grazed against your sticky clit— rubbing it unintentionally, making your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head as he assaulted your lips. your tongues now entwining and swirling together disgustingly. The kiss was so sweet and affectionate, it made your heart fluttered.

His grunts and moans filled the room like a symphony. it was nothing but music to your ears. Kento was perfect in every single way possible. He was such a man, not just any man. He's a gentleman, his masculine presence would be overwhelming for any soul that has never experienced what it'd be like to encounter a real man.

You’d do anything for him, you loved Kento in a particular way where it would be so fucking offensive to the person who founded feminism.

[callmeagardengnome]

𓆩 bless me 𓆪 - chapter 8

w.c - 4.2k

pairings - demon!ateez ot8 x receptionist! fem! reader

genre - demon au, hint of royal au, possible yandere themes (?), romance, slow burn

synopsis: as hell's receptionist, you only wished to talk shit and stay out of trouble. yet, you happened to be the one that the two social clans in hell start fighting for.

c.w - GORE, pretty dark themes, mentions of torture and stuff oopsie

not proofread!

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“How did you get in here?” you scrambled behind, hitting your head against the bed frame.

You were enjoying a deep slumber before the faint sounds of shuffling pulled you from your sleep. When your eyes fluttered open, the last thing you expected to see was Wooyoung, wearing a dark cloak that hid most of his frame.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Wooyoung grinned down at you, completely unfazed by your reaction as if him being in your bedroom was the most normal thing in the world.

You stared at him for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief. As weird as the situation was, you couldn’t help but smile as you leaned forward and pulled him into a short hug.

“It’s good to see you, Wooyoung,” you muttered. “But uh, what are you doing in my room- wait, what are you doing in the Palace? Halas aren’t allowed here.”

He rolled his eyes. “Wow, where’s the ‘thanks for risking your literal life to come here’?” Wooyoung then gestured lazily behind him. “I think you should ask that asshole over there.”

Your gaze followed his hand to the corner of your room, where Yunho sat with one leg over the other on the plush, velvet chair.

Yunho raised an eyebrow, along with the faintest hint of a smirk tugging his lips. “Before you ask, I disabled the gun and camera system outside the Palace. You’ve got-“ he glanced at the watch on his wrist. “-Less than 15 minutes to talk. Probably should have woken you up sooner, but you looked so peaceful sleeping.”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re telling me that you used up most of the time we had watching me sleep?”

“You’re welcome, by the way. One hour is the most I could do without anyone noticing. I suggest you use it wisely.” Yunho said.

“Great,” you sighed, already feeling stressed. “So what’s going on?”

“We’re all aware that the Eternals are going to get more aggressive,” Wooyoung plopped himself on the edge of your bed. “We need to find ways to talk without getting caught if we even want a chance at surviving.”

The three of you fell silent for a moment. You could barely comprehend the massacre, let alone the bombings - what more could they do? You didn’t even want to begin thinking about it.

“We could try letters?” you suggested, looking at the two demons.

“Too traceable,” Yunho shook his head. “The Palace rarely receives letters. Lord Hongjoong checks each one that comes in.”

Wooyoung scratched his head. “Any secret tunnels in the Palace?”

“The Duke knows the grounds of the Palace like no other. It won’t last long,” Yunho bit the inside of his cheek.

“What about carrier pigeons?” you joked, only to earn a glare from both Wooyoung and Yunho. “Geez, sorry.”

You sighed, fiddling with a stray piece of string on your blanket. Every idea thrown out had its own cons, ones that obliterated the idea instantly. You leaned back, looking up at the ceiling, hoping to think of something, anything that could work.

“Imagine if we got a Hala to play dress-up?” you chuckled, half-joking, half-serious. “They could pretend to be an Eternal to sneak in and out.”

Wooyoung looked at you with a ‘you better be kidding’ glare. “We would get caught instantly- our horns are completely different.”

“Actually...” Yunho rose from the chair, walking over to the two of you. “That could work.”

You and Wooyoung exchanged a look, confused. “How?” you both asked in unison.

Yunho stood just infront of Wooyoung. He grabbed the top of the Halas’ head, sizing up the stubby red horns protruding from his head.

“Your friends have horns like these, right? Similar size and shape?” Yunho asked, tilting Wooyoung’s head from side to side.

Wooyoung smacked Yunho’s hand away but nodded. “Yeah.. why?”

Yunho stepped back with a satisfied expression. “Perfect. Here’s what you’ll do..” he leaned down, whispering something into Wooyoung’s ear.

“Guys?” you raised an eyebrow. “Am I going to know any of this?”

“Nope,” Yunho straightened his back, dusting himself off before he addressed Wooyoung once more. “Expect a gift soon, along with a letter. Follow the instructions exactly.”

Wooyoung nodded, his face dazed and confused. He wrapped you in another quick hug. “Please stay safe, okay? I’ll be back.”

“You better,” you said softly, squeezing him back. “Wouldn’t want my favourite client getting into trouble.”

Wooyoung pulled back just enough to give you a deadpan look. “That’s all I am to you? A client?”

Wooyoung clutched his chest as if you wounded him. “I thought we were closer than that, Receptionist. Am I just another name in your file?”

“Stop being dramatic,” you scoffed, a small grin tugging your lips.

Wooyoung leaned in slightly. “So what am I then?”

You hesitated, looking at him then the door as if you could ignore the question. “Shouldn’t you leave soon?” you asked, but he kept silent, his eyes watching you closely. “Fine, you’re my favourite demon. Now leave.”

A smile broke out on his face. “Much better. I’m glad to see you again, Receptionist.” Wooyoung patted your back and turned away, leaving your bedroom - to what you would assume to be a route in which he wouldn’t get caught leaving.

Yunho sat on the bed, shifting closer to you. He stared at the wall across from him before finally speaking up. “Favourite demon, huh?”

“It’s not that deep,” you said, shrugging. “He’s the only demon I’ve known for this long.. what was I supposed to say?” you added when you noticed Yunho’s reaction.

His smile widened slightly as he sat up straighter. “You have an interesting taste in friends. That’s all.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Yunho said, though the grin on his face told you that it was definitely not nothing. “Some demons tend to be more.. emotionally obvious than others. But I wouldn’t worry about if I were you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, making a ‘tsk’ sound. “Yunho, get to the point.”

He turned to face you fully, and it was only then you saw how his grin did not meet his eyes. “You know, he seems to be very territorial over you. He wouldn’t even let me get near you when you were asleep.”

“Territorial?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Yunho tilted his head, his face just a few inches away from yours. “You’re clever. Figure it out.”

Before you could respond, he stood up, adjusting his cuffed sleeves. “You should sort him out before he hogs the favourite title. Some of us take it very seriously,” he said, quickly disappearing into the corridor without waiting for a response.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

It felt colder than normal, the air suffocating you as you glanced around the table.

Hongjoong at the head of the table, Seonghwa sat across you with his posture straight with Yunho beside him, calm as ever.

You don’t have good memories in the Palace’s dining hall. The last time you were here, Hongjoong gave you the ‘gift’ of watching the bombings. Not only that, being here meant that you were most likely going to discuss the next step to exterminate the Halas.

You could barely maintain eye contact with any of them, especially since they knew that you did betray them and leak their plans. The food on your plate barely looked appetising anymore.

From the corner of your eye, Mingi sat beside you with his head slightly down. His leg bounced restlessly under the table, catching your attention.

You reached out and rubbed his knee gently - causing him to stop almost instantly. He glanced at you, nodding subtly, though, his hand gripped the edge of the chair a little tighter.

Hongjoong’s voice broke through the silence. “Give me the status report on the Halas,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

All eyes turned to Mingi, which caused him to clear his throat hurriedly. “An estimate of 40% of the Halas have been wiped out after doing a sweep,” he said, his voice weirdly mechanical.

“Only 40%? It should’ve been 100%,” A scoff came from Seonghwa. “But guess who decided to play hero,” he said, glaring at you as his voice dripped with malice.

At that moment, you kicked Seonghwa’s leg under the table. Hard. He flinched, his smirk dropping as he sat up straighter. Seonghwa spoke through clenched teeth. “What was that for?”

“-Stay where you are,” Hongjoong raised his hand, ordering to who you now noticed were guards stationed at the doors of the dining hall. The guards who were scarily close to you retreated back to their original positions, like they never moved.

Seonghwa glanced towards the guards before shooting a glare at you, his jaw clenching. But Hongjoong didn’t spare him a second glance. Instead, his eyes were laser focused on Mingi, who looked like he wished the floor would engulf him and swallow him whole.

Hongjoong took a spoonful of the porridge that had been set aside from him. “40%,” he repeated slowly. “I expected more.“

Mingi gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “W-well, there were-“

“Save your words,” Hongjoong’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Anyone would be blessed to be in your position as a General. But it seems that you are.. ungrateful.”

Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong concerened, “Sire, what are you-“

“I didn’t know that the lives of Halas was more important than your King,” Hongjoong continued, not caring whether or not he interrupted his right-hand demon. “Helping the curses of Hell? You’ve embarrassed me.”

You clenched your fists, your heart racing.

Mingi didn’t deserve this.

As Hongjoong spoke, you noticed something. The way he completely ignored your presence, as if he didn’t acknowledge your role in the betrayal. Mingi was the target - which confused you since Hongjoong basically confronted you about your traitor tactics during the explosions.

“I acknowledged your strength during your years of training,” Hongjoong said, his words a dangerous whisper. “I took you in. Gave you a room in the Palace. Even gave you a sought-after position. Is this really how you repay me?”

“I didn’t-“ Mingi’s voice cracked, but stopped, his shoulders slumping under Hongjoong’s gaze.

Hongjoong gestured towards Mingi. “Come here.”

Mingi froze, his knucles whitening as he gripped the chair. He didn’t move. Hongjoong repeated himself, his voice low and threatening. “General.”

Slowly, Mingi got up from his chair. He moved reluctantly to the King, like he was moving to an execution. When he reached Hongjoong, he stood stiffly, his tall frame towering over the Eternal leader.

“Bow,” Hongjoong commanded, sending a shiver down your spine.

Mingi hesitated, pure confusion flashing across his face. But after a few seconds, he complied, lowering himself into a bow.

Hongjoong’s smile widened, cold and psychotic. “Let this be a warning to everyone in the room,” his looked at his fellow Eternals at the table before finally landing on you.

Hongjoong reached out, gripping Mingi’s tall horns with both hands. With a sickening crunch, he pulled and yanked the purple horns put of Mingi’s head.

Mingi’s scream ripped and echoed through the dining hall, filled with agony that would span thousands of lifetimes - making everyone but the King of Hell himself flinch. Mingi collapsed onto the ground, clutching his head as blood poured from the jagged wounds where his horns used to be, seeping into the carpet.

“What the Hell?” you shouted, jumping out of your chair.

You rushed to Mingi, kneeling beside him as he shook in pain. His hands were trembling, covered in blood as he pressed his fingers weakly into the open wounds. Your stomach twisted at the side of the two gaping holes where his horns used to be.

“What is wrong with you?” you cried out, looking up at the King with tears welling up in your eyes.

Hongjoong laughed, the sound wicked and maniacal. He tossed the detached horns onto the table, landing into the big pot of porridge, the red blood mixing with the white meal - letting both Seonghwa and Yunho watch in shock as the horns bubbled and float.

“He’s not dead,” Hongjoong said dismissively, rolling his eyes. “He’ll be fine.. physically at least.”

You glared at him, your chest heaving. Hongjoong’s lips curved into a smirk as he watched you cower over Mingi. He tilted his head slightly.

“Don’t tell me you feel bad for him..” he said, his voice mockingly gentle. He walked towards you, crouching infront of you.

Hongjoong’s hands found your face, leaving a trail of blood on your cheek. “It’s cute, really. How protective you are over him. Wish you had the same energy for our cause,” he squeezed your face. You flinched, feeling the cold metal of his ring touch your jaw.

A small smile appeared on his face - completely ignoring the other Eternal that is heaving in pain beside the two of you.

Your jaw clenched and you instinctively swatted his hand away. You moved towards Mingi, shielding his body. “You’re insane,” you spat out.

“Careful,” Hongjoong replied. “I still need you. I wouldn’t want to kill you over that sharp tongue of yours.”

Hongjoong pushed himself off of the ground. He wiped off the excess blood on his hands using a napkin on the table. “Oh yes,” he spoke up, turning to Mingi’s weak body. “Eternal, you’re fired.”

Mingi’s head shot up, his face twisted with pain. “What?” he whispered hoarsely.

“I was going to keep you… despite your unfaithfulness,” Hongjoong continued. “But it seems I no longer have any use for you.”

“Wait, Sire. Who will command our troops?” Seonghwa abruptly stood, his chair scraping against the floor. “We never discussed any of this.”

Hongjoong’s gaze flicked to Seonghwa, his lips pressed into a line. “I did. Just not with you.” He then turned to Yunho. “You said you had someone, yes?”

Yunho nodded. “He’ll arrive tomorrow.”

Hongjoong’s grin widened, the light in his eyes gleaming with craze. “We’ve found someone far more trustworthy and stronger than this.. rat,” he emphasised, turning to Seonghwa, as if that would reassure him.

Seonghwa’s jaw tightened, his usual cocky demeanour cracking as a sliver of betrayal crossed his face.

Hongjoong looked towards Yunho, then Mingi. “Dispose of him.”

Yunho rose from his seat, walking to you and Mingi with a blank expression. When he reached you, he crouched down, his strong hands lifting Mingi with a surprising gentleness.

As he moved to stand, Yunho leaned slightly closer to you, his lips barely moving as he whispered, “Don’t worry.”

The words were so soft, so subtle and so reassuring that you almost thought that you were imagining things - though, the look in Yunho’s eyes said otherwise.

Yunho carried Mingi out of the room, leaving you alone with the demons you hated together with the bloodstained floor. You turned back to the table, your eyes locked onto Hongjoong.

“What?” he asked. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

Hongjoong cackled, turning to leave but paused at doorway where the guards stood rigidly. “Seonghwa,” he called out, gesturing for the older Eternal to follow.

Seonghwa hesitated. His eyes darted to the blood pooling in the carpet, then to the horns gurgling in the porridge, resting like a trophy, then you.

The eye contact between the two of you lasted just long enough for you to register the reluctance in Seonghwa’s gaze, before he quickly whipped his head around and scurried to the Eternal leader.

The sound of the door shutting echoed through the room and you were now left alone with the aftermath of Hongjoong’s cruelty.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

Your heart pounded as you searched the endless halls of the Palace. After that traumatic ‘meeting’ you immediately ran out of the dining hall to find one demon - Yunho.

With a few wrong turns and whispers from passing servants, you finally spotted him on the other side of the Palace, overseeing a housekeeping team cleaning the marble floors.

You tapped on his shoulder. Yunho turned around, looking slightly annoyed - but that quickly vanished when he saw your face.

“Ah, Miss ‘____’. It’s nice to see your face once agai-“

“Where’s Mingi?” you interrupted.

Yunho’s eyes looked over your figure up and down, his face unreadable. “What are you talking about? I got rid of him.”

“You and I know damn well you didn’t,” you snarled, narrowing your eyes. “So where is he?”

He sighed, glancing around to make sure that none of the servants were paying attention. “Lower your voice unless you want both of us killed.”

Silence hung between the two of you - with Yunho fidgeting with the edge of his pocket while you stared him down, your eyes never leaving him as your frustration boiled beneath the surface. Finally, Yunho muttered, “Give me ten minutes.”

You stood off to the side, arms crossed as you watched him direct the Eternal workers. You had to admit that it was pretty hot impressive to see him take charge. Even though he seemed pretty uninterested from most - if not all of the workers, he still treated them with a strange kind of respect that you hadn’t seen from the other Eternals you knew.

After a few minutes, the workers finally dispersed, going off to do their respective jobs. Yunho turned back to you, sighing as he adjusted his sleeves. “Follow me.”

Without another word, he led you through the Palace. He took long strides as he maneuvered down corridors you’ve never seen before. Chandeliers turned into torches and the walls became darker, the pristine marble turning into a damp stone. Sounds of faint whispers and groans started to get louder and it echoed through the corridor.

Yunho stopped infront of a rusted metal gate, pulling it open with a screech that made your skin crawl. The room was dimly lit, the scent of decay and blood overtaking your senses.

Your heart dropped as you took in the sight of beaten Eternals scattered across the floor, some chained to the ground and some chained to the walls - Yunho brought you to a torture chamber.

“Why- why did you bring me here?” you asked, gulping.

“He’s not here,” Yunho clarified quickly, seeing the worry in your face. “But there’s things we need to discuss.”

You looked around the room. “Is it really safe to talk about this here? What if one of the Eternals here.. I don’t know- rat us out?”

Yunho shrugged. “They’re all halfway to death. They might hate me but the King and Duke tortures them way more than I do.”

He began to walk ahead, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

Groans and pained whimpers filled your ears, the sounds unbearable to even be around. You wrapped your arms around yourself, watching the tortured Eternals beg for mercy or cry for help.

“Yunho..” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, glancing back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Yes?”

You shook your head, unable to form words. The sounds of suffering pierced your ears, getting louder by the second.

Yunho’s eyes softened slightly, a hint of understanding crossing his face. He walked towards you and stopped, rummaging through the inside pocket of his blazer. After a moment, he pulled put a pair of earplugs.

“Here,” he said, his voice softer now.

You blinked, surprised by his offer. Before you could even say anything, Yunho stepped closer, tilting his head.

“Hold still.”

His fingers gently brushed against your hair, tucking it behind your ears as he fit the earplugs in. His movements were slow and carefull, treating you as if you were a porcelain doll. The warmth of his fingers stayed on your skin as he adjusted the second earplug, stepping back once he was done.

“Better?” his deep voice muffled, though you could still hear him.

You nodded. “Thank you,” you muttered, causing Yunho to smile slightly.

“I recommend keeping those in the whole time we’re here,” he said, gesturing you to follow him as he walked further into the room.

He eventually stopped, glancing over his shoulder. “Don’t be scared,” he said, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

You watched in horror as Yunho approached a chained Eternal slumped against the wall. Without hesitation, he ripped the Eternal’s purple horns from their head.

The scream broke through the sound barrier of the earplugs, causing you to jump. You ran towards the Eternal - was this really happening again?

“What are you doing?” you exclaimed, examining the Eternal’s injuries. Besides the fresh wounds on his head, one of his eyes were gouged out, his face swollen and a bleeding mess.

“Are you trying to be Hongjoong?”

“Don’t say his name out loud,” he replied sharply, almost like on instinct. “You might hate him, but you should still show some respect.”

You glared at him, waiting for an explanation. He inspected the horns in his hands like they were tools instead of pieces from another being.

“You shouldn’t feel pity,” he shook his head. “That one withered our basil plants.”

You stared at him, unamused.

He sighed dramatically. “Fine. He also killed an Eternal child and mother, if it makes you feel better. Just thought the basil part was important.”

Your disgust was evident, but Yunho continued to examine the horns.

“These,” he said eerily calm. “Can be capped around a Hala’s horns. You know, if they fit.”

“…What?” you blurted.

“If one of your Hala friends can fit these horns over their own, they’ll be the ones doing your ‘dress-up’ plan,” Yunho explained. “It’s risky, but it’ll work.”

“Are you serious?” You stared at him in disbelief.

“He’ll arrive tomorrow..”

Your eyes widened as you understood what he meant. “..As the General..”

You ran your fingers through your hair. “But what about Mingi? Where is he?”

“I sent him away to find your friend. He’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” Yunho said, wiping the blood on the horns with a handkerchief.

You let out a sigh, finally feeling relieved - but unease came back once more when you looked over at the tortured Eternal.

“If the King or Duke come looking for Mingi’s body,” Yunho gestured to the limp body infront of the two of you. “They’ll find this instead. I’ll make sure his face is unrecognisable.”

Your stomach did jumping jacks when you realised what he meant. The Eternal had a disturbingly similar build to Mingi, and as long as the face wasn’t seen, it could genuinely pass off as Mingi’s body.

You stood up, dusting yourself off. You walked side-by-side to Yunho, staying close to him as you approached the exit.

“You’re really doing all of this to help the Halas..?” you said, the words coming out as more of a statement than a question.

Yunho’s glanced at you for a moment before muttering under his breath, “More like helping you.”

“What?” you asked, stepping closer. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “I’m just evening out the playing field.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

Tense couldn’t even begin to describe the air in Hongjoong’s office.

Stacks of files and papers taken from your office were scattered across Hongjoong’s desk. The sounds of his pen scratching against the paper filled the room.

Seonghwa sat across from him, helping the King sort out and sift through the documents, his movements sharp and impatient.

The silence stretched for too long. Seonghwa’s eyes continuously darted from the papers to Hongjoong - before he sighed and broke the silence.

“Was it really necessary?”

Hongjoong paused, his pen hovering over the page. Slowly, he set it down, his sharp gaze lifting off of the paper to meet Seonghwa’s. “What was?”

“Mingi,” Seonghwa replied simply.

Hongjoong leaned back into the chair, his face blank as he considered his question. After a while, he finally answered, returning back to his papers. “Yes. It was necessary.”

Seonghwa’s jaw tightened, clearly unsatisfied with his answer. The room fell back into a silence, but this time, it was even suffocating. Seonghwa shuffled the papers in his hands, trying to distract himself from the frustration bubbling within him.

“Why are we keeping the Walker when we have plenty of other ways to acquire information?” Seonghwa blurted out.

Hongjoong tilted his head slightly. “Are you really in a position to question me?”

“I-“ Seonghwa opened his mouth, but instantly cut himself off. He knew better than to push the issue. Though, his anger was obvious, especially with the sharp inhale he took through his nose.

Hongjoong focused back onto the documents on his desk, ignoring the fuming demon infront of him.

Eventually, Seonghwa stormed out of the office, the door swinging shut harshly before slowing down as it closed with a click.

Hongjoong glanced up at the closed door. He could have easily gone after Seonghwa, maybe explain himself or God forbid - apologise for leaving him out of the discussion he had with Yunho, but did he really care enough to bother?

His eyes landed on his hand. He slowly fidgeted with the ring on his finger, the small, cheap piece of jewelry catching the light.

His fingers traced over the the delicate engraving on its surface - a name. Your name.

His lips curved into a sick smile, though it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “‘____’,” he murmured softly to himself, the sound of your name lingering in the quiet, lonely room.

author’s note: I’M BACKK yall i swear i will be writing more especially cuz my exams are over.. please stick around its getting good 😭😭

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[lovelaetter]

yay, I'm glad you liked it >< also, the way I had 4 paragraphs on this and accidentally clicked away, oops.... this is kinda rewritten from memory so not very good—but ask and you shall receive ! and I don't have an active blog atm, but I will be looking into it. maybe. the internet is scary D: also, lots of context once again, my bad "( – ⌓ – )

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ age gap & intox

⠀⸝⸝⸝⠀⠀( older!reader × nonidol!rosé ) you two met by bumping into each other (literally) at a coffee shop. so cliché: her cheeks reddening when she looks up at you, her freshly made iced americano poured all over your white shirt, and her doed-up eyes portraying the embarrassment. a bunch of quick apologies like "I'm so sorry, ma'am," and "I wasn't looking, oh my God, I'm so sorry–"

her best idea at the moment is to give you her number to "make it up to you later" and she saves herself as 'rosie ♡ (the clumsy one)', the heart not going unnoticed by you. you make your way out after reassuring it was okay, that you were only here to buy some pastries anyway, nowhere important to be. her eyes trail up your figure until you disappear around the corner, the door letting out a 'ding' as you exit.

⠀⸝⸝⸝⠀⠀a few weeks later and you get a text from 'rosie ♡' (you removed 'the clumsy one' part because it was a bit too dumb to label her with) which says "hello, I was wondering if I could repay you with some brunch??". a quick "sure" and you find yourself with a talkative rosé, she's sitting across from you and so social. it's obvious she has some sort of crush on you, you assumed it was the idea of an older woman—she seems like the type to be too 'babygirl' to have someone her age.

day drinking was never your strength, so you only sip your water as she downs a few sips of her whiskey. the smell is strong, not that you mind, and it showcases whenever she leans forward to refill your water—so well-mannered, with her speech as well—or hand you her fork because "this is so good, you need to try it!"

⠀⸝⸝⸝⠀⠀eventually taking her back to her own place. she's too tipsy to stand straight, let alone drive. only 1 pm and she's already wasted. you're thankful it's your day off today, wouldn't be able to take care of a needy rosé with some idiotic men who can't figure out how to sort paper blowing up your phone.

she's... so dumb. her tongue is loose, complimenting you left and right and growing bolder with her words. all you can do is let out amused responses because she's very clearly drunk, you shouldn't take advantage of that. but oh God, it's hard to keep yourself in check when she's whining and full on begging for just something, anything.

it's out of pity, at least that's what you tell yourself, when you shush her with two of your fingers in her mouth. she looks like she's gonna cum from just that because the thought of being babied is making her so hazy she just can't. and so, she does cum. untouched. but it's too small of an orgasm to satisfy either of you, so those same fingers keep pounded her skull in contrast to you gently taking off her clothes.

she's wearing some pink lace and you can't help but think—imagine—that she wore these just for you, that she wanted this to be the end goal. what a shameless girl. but you don't admire the cloth, it's down to her ankles in milliseconds, your index and middle finger are the only thing covering her, somewhat. the circles on her clit slow but still enough to have her thrashing.

when you let her speak again, taking your soaked fingers out her mouth and stuffing them one by one in her cunt until there's three, her manners show again. "thank you" and "right there, please," leave her mouth so constantly you doubt she can think of any other words right now.

when she cums again, it's so hard and pretty. her eyes rolling back and reaching forward towards you instead of arching her back. you can still see that she's drunk, but you don't feel bad, can't feel bad. not when she's mindlessly half-admitting to having wanted this: "so much better than I imagined." now you just have to wait for her to sober up for round 2, she's too comfy over your lap to reciprocate.

signed by ☃️

this !! i’m seeing stars, this is what rosé is about for me, this awful mess of a girl who crumbles under the attention of an older woman :( like you said, her drunk self, throwing her head back with a stupid smile and then batting her eyelashes at you, something about “you’re really pretty” and laughing that makes you just dismiss her with a “sure thing, rosie” and grip her waist harder and pull her harder to your side.

somehow remembering her manners while you have three fingers stretching her out is so on brand for her (and jennie), head empty, cunt achy, turns every girl to the most well behaved form :(

and i compared her to a little fawn on my other ask about her and i can’t help but do it again here because it’s exactly how i think she would act after, getting so sleepy and looking so fragile in your arms post-orgasm, body mushy, barely holding herself on her own legs and you take her to bed to proper rest and she smile and extend her hand, inviting you to lay with her and what are supposed to do? say no? and when you sit down she instantly curls up by your side… sigh, that one girl that’s too much of a cute wild animal for you.

you mentioning cute brunch unofficial dates and stuffing her mouth with your fingers here, me talking about having her on your lap and feeding her little bites on the sugar baby ask… oh, rosie girl, i know what you are. totally not thinking about million scenarios including oral fixation right now and the idea of her vibrating at the vague feeling of your fingers close to her lips, cleaning her smudged lipstick, shushing her, offering her something, all while her underwear grows damp and she has to resist the urge to open her mouth to bite or lick. or just being latched at any part of your body because that’s what it is about, your neck, your pussy, your strap, she just wants to feel some of you in her mouth.

and never apologize for writing lots of background, i do it too and i love it!!

[postmanlee514]

Okay I’v been thinking about some post-game Rookanis thing since I finished my first playthrough

Spoiler ahead alert!

So here’s my hc: since my Rook is a Shadow Dragon,they will join the rebuilding of Mintharous and Lucanis needs to take the duty of The First Talon. The couple may have a long time couldn’t be able to make time for each other.

And finally the two get their time to discuss their own business such as:

1) Where to live, they can’t be separated in two city forever. Rook probably will be the one to compromise? They do enjoy the city and I think maybe Teia will invite them even before Lucanis asks LOL

2) my Rook is a Necromancer, It’s time to talk about necromancy with Lucanis 😆 I knew Emmerich tried but Hey! This is Rook speaking! Maybe Lucanis will try to understand necromancy?

3) Keeping pets. Lucanis already has a pet snake but how about Rook? Growing up in a military family, maybe they moved around a lot. This time they finally settle down, so keep pets is a good way to provide a sense of stability. But I also think Spite may disagree Lucanis and Rook’ decision Hahaha

4) About wounds healing . My Rook was a foundling and lost their parents years ago,then was Varric who was their nearly-father for like half a year, then was Harding-their longest-standing companion. They can’t be not having trauma in losing someone and be really fear to be abandone. So after all they’ve been through, maybe this is the chance Lucanis will be there for them for a mind therapy ? I would love to see them curing each other. <3

Followed are some of my gripes(No need to read!)

I literally cried for like 2 hours when I saw what Rook experienced when they trapped in Fade.Varric is always my favorite since DA 2, and damn! Varric’s words really help me to continue the game after the Mintharous or Treviso Choice. Shadow Dragons and Neve blamed all of this to Rook (and I was like “Rook is only one person without army and forces how could they be able to save the city? And Minrathous did have far more forces than Treviso has”)and they’ve already messed up the ritual. The self-doubt was about to overwhelm them, but they had to pretend to be optimistic and help everyone in the team dealing their problems.

My Rook has never considered themselves as a leader, they just stood out and begun to take the duty of finishing the job and they tried their best to take care of everyone. In the game,Varric was the only one asked Rook how long has it been since they’ve slept while they’re worrying others’ sleeping.

And the absence of companion banter, didn’t got their option when companion talking about a mage thing,etc…really made me feel unwanted . I hope maybe someday bioware could add some rook’s reaction to companion banter🥲

I mean, at least they should have comments on Romanced Lucanis told Taash how to kill mages and that’s like dancing or seduction …

“I’m right here hearing! Lucanis! ”

English is not my first language so please forgive me if I say something weird 🥲

about my Rook:

[archduchessofnowhere]

The tropification of Elisabeth of Austria and the perils of historical dramas without history: A review of Die Kaiserin season 1

Back in 2022 Netflix long awaited (by me at least) new historical drama about Empress Elisabeth of Austria premiered. And to my great disappointment, the series had little to nothing to do with history. Now, two years later, we are on the eve of the premiere of the series’ second season. Since I’d forgotten most of the story, I decided to do a rewatch of season 1, despite my deep dislike of it back in the day. I usually don’t do this, I truly believe that (unless you’re a paid reviewer and it’s your literal job) the only reason for watching a series should be that you like it. If it wasn’t because of my completionist drive to finish every piece of media relating to Elisabeth and analyze the hell out of it, I would’ve dropped it two episodes in. But I promised a review in 2022, and I still feel bad for not finishing writing it then. So at last, here is my review of Die Kaiserin.

Revisiting Die Kaiserin was an interesting experience, if just as frustrating as my first watch was. The character assassination of literally every real person depicted in this series is still infuriating, the costumes and hairstyles are dreadful, and the portrayal of the few historical events is so bad it makes any person with some knowledge of the time period roll their eyes and wish the series had gotten canceled in pre-production. And yet, looking at it from the outside, trying to watch it as if I were an spectator who doesn’t know nor cares about the time period and only wants to kill time with Netflix’s shine new period drama series, Die Kaiserin reveals itself exactly for what it is: a mediocre soap opera set in a half-assed court setting. Upon this rewatch I realized that the biggest crime of this series isn’t that it’s inaccurate, but how boringly predictable it truly is. It’s not that the characters are nothing like their historical counterparts, it’s that they are not characters at all. They are stereotypes, walking tropes crashed against each other like dolls in the hands of a child. And the entire plot of this series is built around serving these tropes.

Although we are not given a clear year at any point on-screen, the story begins in 1853 as it always does when it comes to Sisi media: with a young and rebellious Elisabeth learning that her elder sister Helene is going to be the emperor of Austria’s future bride. The first episode proceeds to re-imagine the fated encounter of the Duchesses in Bavaria with Franz Josef and his family, finishing with the climatic moment in which the emperor reveals that he will marry the younger Elisabeth instead of her sister, shocking everyone present (in fiction, for in real life the entire family realized right away that he had fallen in love with his cousin at first sight).

So far, the typical beginning of every piece of media about young Elisabeth under the sun. But then the series makes the bizarre choice of setting the entire season in an atemporal space in which nothing of note happens. The episodes usually take place during a brief period of time (from a couple of hours to a single day at most), yet it is uncertain how much time passes between them: days? months? Who even knows. The timeline is fuzzy, bending to the whims of the script.

You now may wonder: why does that matter? Plenty of good series don’t have clear timelines. And I agree, there are indeed good series which don’t need a clear timeline. I just don’t believe historical series about real people whose lives are well documented are one of them. Why am I tuning in the history based series and finding no history at all? Why can’t I even guess in which month are we supposed to be in?

In the later years there has been a boom of period dramas which are historical satires, historical fantasies and/or alternative history. These series take history and throw it out of the window for the sake of their plot (whether it’s romance or comedy or both). And I don’t hate them, in fact I thoroughly enjoyed plenty of them. But Die Kaiserin doesn’t belong to this genre. Die Kaiserin is supposed to be a serious historical drama. I still remember that before the series premiered the screenwriters talked about how they wanted to follow the steps of The Crown. Yet the quality of the script is far more reminiscent of the alternative history teen drama Reign. If Reign thought it was The Crown.

What is the point of taking these real people, ignoring the entire context in which they lived, and throwing them into completely fictional settings, while still claiming you’re adapting their lives? If Die Kaiserin had owned what it was, if it had not pretended to be a serious historical drama, I don’t think I would’ve been as upset as I was when the series was released. 

I realize this is a personal frustration since I know and care for the real history, and that someone who doesn’t probably didn’t notice the dozens of inaccuracies that plague this series. That’s okay. But I can’t help but feeling a deep disappointment in the fact that I’m not the target audience of a series about one of my favorite women from history. Which also makes me wonder: if not us, the people with a genuine interest in history, then who is the audience for this series?

I don’t have an answer. Not only “the general public” is as vague as it gets, time and time again “the general public” has shown they can and will love historical dramas more grounded in fact. I wholly disagree on this notion that you must “dumb down” history in order to make it more palatable. Again, audiences have shown they can enjoy complex writing - a memo I wish the screenwriters of Die Kaiserin had received. 

Because even putting the inaccuracies aside, I ultimately just don’t think the writing of this series is good. Going back to the beginning of the review, upon my rewatch I realized something: this series is almost entirely made up of well defined but poorly developed tropes. This series feels written as if it was one of those viral Tiktok books whose entire plot is just a list of popular tropes. “Love triangle with a villain”, “fierce FMC”, “betrayal”, “falls first/falls harder”; and I could go on. Any complexity is simplified in order to create an easy to watch story, every character is made into a one-dimensional caricature. It is also ironic that, despite the screenwriters’ clear attempts to distance their series from every previous portrayal of the empress - to the point of having Elisabeth disdain her nickname “Sisi”, which is never be used after the first episode - they fall into almost every already existing stereotype on Sisi media anyways. Elisabeth as a humble country girl deemed the “troublemaker” of the family? Check. Sophie as an evil mother-in-law who manipulates her son and daughter-in-law? Check. The empress reconciling the discontent masses of the empire with her kindness alone? Check check check. 

I highly doubt I’ll ever watch this season again. I simply do not like it, and I know it may not seem like it given how much I’ve been talking about this series lately, but I don’t enjoy being a hater. It’s just that I’ve been following this series since the project was first announced years ago, and I’m still mad about how much it missed the mark. Will there ever be an Elisabeth - or just 19th century Habsburg/Wittelsbach - historical series with actual history in it? As of now, sadly, it still feels like an impossible dream.

[inchidentally]

fully agree w all of this and all the drivers have said at some point that it’s impossible to be “real life” friends with drivers you’re in heated competition with. for instance galex is never very affected bc they’re existing so far apart on the grid half the time that they barely interact on track. all of them dread the idea of being best friends and then becoming teammates.

and esp OP you saying that about Carlos because he’s himself expressed an identical sentiment to Lando about their friendship! I have to link to it bc no videos in rbs allowed but here:

https://www.tumblr.com/inchidentally/767783850491379712

this is also why it seems to me so clear that Lando and Oscar sat down to agree about this early on. just from this weekend alone we see how fond they are of each other and they’re actually more tailor made as real life friends than either of Lando’s other teammates bc Oscar has an existing friendship with Max F and suits Lando’s streaming buddies type friendship down to the ground - including them being so close in age compared to Daniel and Carlos. but !! they need to stay focused on the job they’re being paid handsomely for !! so they’re fond and friendly absolutely - and Lando got his shared sport with Oscar in padel - but they’re actually protecting their friendship more by understanding that fighting at the front and being teammates is going to produce tensions. this way it won’t feel personal, it’ll stay professional and less heated.

and so by contrast with Max - who Lando had integrated into his family to a very consistent degree and P literally runs to Lando as a big brother/uncle AND Lando and Max have said they spend the most time away from F1 together in Monaco and joint flights - Lando is creating that professional delineation after finding himself unexpectedly battling with him for the WDC when McLaren and Lando both felt that would happen more like next season. Lando did the same with Daniel where they realized being so buddy buddy was getting super awkward as the disparity in their on track performance increased. he got absolutely crucified for saying what every other driver says, in DTS when he said he didn’t feel sorry for or feel the need to take care of Daniel’s feelings as a driver. and that’s actually so normal and healthy !! Alex said that when he was asked to mentor Yuki it felt uncomfortable for him to sacrifice his competitive nature for another driver. which is it !! and certain Lando fans very loudly crucify Oscar for saying exactly what Lando’s always said about his teammates and other drivers, and for racing when they’re told to race and not being excited about team orders when Lando’s openly questioned them on radio because that’s normal for these guys !!! none of them are selfless about their careers!!!

so yea I totally agree w people saying Lando doesn’t always phrase things diplomatically - and he’s fully agreed he doesn’t sometimes - but overall the substance of his words is shared by every driver on that grid. it’s just that the spotlight is so intense rn on the Lando and Max of it all that any verbal slip or awkwardness gets magnified. but I truly do not think Lando’s saying anything new or that isn’t shared by Max and every other driver.

my psychoanalysis for the day is that lando got the perspective on grid friendships that he has now from carlos. imagine you're 19 and and you're finally getting to do the thing you've worked your whole life for and you're suddenly famous and everyone wants something from you and you have this teammate who is so cool and laughs at your jokes and you hang out sometimes and you're friends but then he says he has no friends so you guess that means you're not. maybe that means you can't have friends here because he's the closest thing you have to one but he says you're not friends, and he'd know because he's older and more experienced so you listen and now you don't have friends. it doesn't matter if you hang out with these guys on your off weeks and play video games with them and grab dinner here and there. they're not your friends.

[schizononagesimus]

ya know, i feel real bad for gideon for thinking her girlfriend was breaking up w her but like babe. you jumped on a fucking fence. i dont care if you "meant it romantically", was she supposed to like that????

[phoenixcatch7]

Okay but it's super interesting how

Din = Power = Ganondorf

Naryu = Wisdom = Zelda

Farore = Courage = Link.

Because Din, in the hylian creation myth, created the physical world. Naryu then created the laws - gravity, time, etc. And Farore finally created life - plants and people.

Din created the body, naryu the mind, Farore the soul.

And the triforce and its wielders so perfectly reflect that.

Ganon is physical power, he is big and intimidating and he breaks things. He is cunning and determined, but that's not what he focuses on. He is might makes right.

Zelda is wisdom and cleverness. She is stall tactics and information and team work. She is a powerful mage with a spine of steel, but that's not how she'll win. She is the pen being mightier than the sword.

Link is courage and persistence. He is the wild card sneaking behind enemy ranks, always moving, plunging into terrifying situations head first. He's a phenomenal fighter with a keen wit, but that's not what will get him through his challenges. He is bravery not being the absence of fear but the triumph over it.

They sit in perfect parallels to each other.

And ganon is reborn through his body - his resurrection is immortality. No matter how low he is cast, as long as he has a body he can claw his way back. He can cling to his power, build it ever higher.

Zelda is reborn through the magic of her bloodline. It's the accumulated knowledge handed down for generations, the unique power she must master, the skills she must develop to survive and get her kingdom out the other side intact. Even her name, the knowledge of herself, is handed down from all the way from the very first. Her ancestors knowledge of her future presence, her stability, is what gives her the edge.

Link is reborn in spirit. He is not bound by flesh or blood. Just like his wanderlust soul he can reappear in any time or place. His variation, his unpredictability, is exactly how he fights. It's what makes him so hard to pin down.

Ganons need to build strength means he can't chase after link. Links impulsiveness means zelda can outwit him. Zeldas stationary predictability means she's an easy target for ganon.

But the other direction?

Fire melts ice, ice redirects lightning, lightning burns fire.

And that's the very essence of the triforce.

[dmitriyuriev]

*Implied noncon, small Miquella. Link leads to full image.

Miquella's charm compels love, not controls actions, so what were to happen if the one charmed has a twisted view of love? Only Mohg acts that possessive, so no, he did not beat the allegations, and I for one, am happy about that.

[katerinaaqu]

One can argue that modernity is by definition the absence of form and that everything can change but either way again I completely disagree with the notion that there is no other way it could be successful. And many fans even got disappointed at the changes and all. Again we have so much connected the idea of "retelling" with "forget the plot" sometimes and it shows to all the "modern retellings" how they miss the point of the material they ellegedly adapt by a mile. Is your opinion and good for you to have it but again I disagree big time. It is a matter of marketing sometimes and like I said many people got disappointed at the changes as well. Many even said "we ignored the changes because music was good" and again i disagree. You might claim that and I can counter we shall never know again I disagree that you cannot be lore accurate. That is my opinion that's all.

I never meant to say over 3 hours although i see why it comes out this way. I meant 3 hours is a length that one expects a performance to have. And again I said many times over that he doesn't need to adapt every single moment of the Odyssey and turn it into a 5 hour thing. I said it would be better to be lore accurate. I literally said nothing of speeding up. Where on earth did that come from? On the contrary. In fact the last saga WAS sped up and it showed to the narrative.

Actually they were not to the Odyssey but to epic cycle and AGAIN that is exactly what I said. I said the first two sagas proved that you can have a LOOSE ADAPTATION (not 100% acurate) and STILL be lore-acurate. Astyanax incident was spoken in just one line in the Iliou Persis. It was given a reason in the musical. THAT is what I expect to see in an adaptation; liberties that work WITH the plot and fill in some gaps. Not something that says "fuck the plot I'll do whatever" that is not an adaptation in my mind or at least not a good one but it also depends on the media.

And I never said you did?! 🤷‍♀️ I said that is the feeling I got from some people who loved the musical who couldn't understand my dislike for it. Where did I say you said that? I said that they state their opinion on THAT matter like you express your opinion on THIS matter. And again why can't you accept that someone has a different idea on what a retelling is? You can say it is. I say it isn't because I do not agree in this method and a story that ignores the most basic parts of a plot does not count as a retelling in my book. It is an original story inspired by a material.

I put the emoji for a reason my friend. I was only half serious on that answer. I am honored you enjoyed my posts which is why also I engage with you and I express my opinion sincerely and directly because I believe we can be honest with each other. And when I said "don't expect me to change my mind" I meant that as an emphasis that I respect your opinion but I would continue to express the same thought and say that I disagree. If that offended you in any way that was not my intention. I see that you are passionate on your subject and I am on mine so I only "warned you" that my answer will still be the same. I NEVER said you are trying to push your opinion on me now I believe YOU shouldn't misunderstand me. I only mention that my opinion will continue to be the same.

And I said a hundred times already that I do not say you try to do the same and I also said that I didn't feel like that with most of fans either. You keep insisting on that but again all I said was that I disagree with you. Why do you feel attacked? If my previous reply seemed harsh I am sorry but again I didn't say you tried to push your opinion I only state what I do with mine.

Okay right back at you. I feel that you are not listening what I say. I again said I do not consider it a retelling because it literally respects nothing of the plot. It is not re-telling the story it is a writing of a new one (again that is my opinion). You disagreed and I disagree. Why do you keep saying that I accuse you of something? Also I said a million times you do not need a word for word thing to have a loyal adaptation. I also stated it a hundred times. Cutting is inevitable. THIS amount of change was optional.

I see. You definitely are free to do so. Honestly it is sad that it comes this way but you absolutely can and you have the right to do so. I am sorry you felt this way perhaps that is because I express my opinion too passionately the same as you. It happens. I am sorry that it comes this way. No I do not block people. If others wish to block me is up to them. It wouldn't be the first time. It is up to you. You do not need to earn Mr for it and I do not live for followers or people who block me

I know I am not a pleasant person and never claimed to be. I am who I am. If that is so unpleasant to you that you wish nothing to do with me is up to you really. No need to warn me about it.

You realize that a fandom has gone off the rails or that it has REALLY taken over when you see "Epic the Musical" tagged under images of Achilles and Patroclus! Like...how are two characters who were both dead by the taking of Troy, yet alone by Odyssey who do not appear not even as a mention for the Underworld as they were in the Odyssey, relatable to this?!

Sorry! XD

[lloydfrontera]

tfw when you write an entire novel with two protagonists that spent the entire plot getting closer to each other, becoming best friends and eventually both of them deciding they would rather die than allow the other to not live a long, fulfilling life, their friendship carrying most of the emotional weight of the entire plot and the emotional climax being one of them sacrificing his life so the other can live and then the other crossing literal universes to find him, a tearful smile in his face as he confesses how much he missed him. which is the scene you wanted to write and show the most because, again, this is the pay off to the slowburn you've been writing in the entire novel and what everything has been building up to since the very first chapter. and then you end the novel by having them share a smile, finally confident they'll be able to have a happy future.

but you also just gotta have one of them marry offscreen because everyone knows you can't be happy if you're not in a het marriage with kids lmao it's whatever it's okay i'm fiNE-

[icewindandboringhorror]

... why he sit like this

[sovonight]

why is so much of sewing just tracing and cutting and tracing again q_q i see why people get projectors and use adobe illustrator now

[bumblingbabooshka]

The amount of copium T'Pring is ingesting in this scene is unprecedented and deeply sad especially paired with Spock immediately going "Yeah of course, you know me so well babe." Someone SAVE her. You HAVE to understand. He made out with Chapel IN FRONT OF HER and her response is to immediately rationalize both that action and the clear 'passion' she saw in it - then to have sex with him. HELP HER!!!!

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

do you think leonardo or comte is older? i can’t remember it being specified but i’m not sure. i mean we have leonardo’s age but how old is comte??? i haven’t played comte’s route so idk if cybird mentioned it or made one up but his real historical birthday/place was pretty much unknown i think??? thoughts?

I always thought Comte was the older of the two? But to be honest I was never sure if that was just my bias talking or it was actually the case. So naturally, because I am So Normal, I did a little digging through all the stories I've read up to this point to see if there were any concrete indicators. The most promising lead I was able to find was from the "Tell Me Your Story" collection event.

Meta under the cut, since I was left unsupervised and it got long:

The contents that are most pertinent to what I have to say are as follows:

In this story, Comte speaks a little bit about his childhood because MC found him playing the violin. He talks about how he originally trained as a young boy on an instrument called "a rebec." Mind you, Comte says that he still has the first one he ever bought--he remembers because he acquired it the day he was told he would stop aging forever. In due course he takes it out to show her--and later plays for her, at her request.

Now, looking at all the facts. The violin was said to be introduced between 1540 and 1560, roughly speaking (I'm not a historian, this is all based on rudimentary research). This doesn't tell us too much though, as Comte does say the instrument he trained on and first purchased was much older. Many sources show the rebec dating back as early as the 10th century (meaning anywhere from 900-1000) in Spanish courts, a supposed mashup of the Arabic rebab and the Eastern European lira. The clearest written records (the few that exist) begin from the early 12th century and on, though it was at the height of its popularity towards the 15th/16th century.

Aside from the fact that that's fuckin crazy, that would place Comte as being born anywhere from 900-1100 (1200-1500 at the very latest). Now I know what you may be thinking. How the hell does that narrow anything down, Minnie?

Given the cultural implications surrounding the rebec's emergence, the context actually does allow certain tentative conclusions to be drawn. I've seen indications that musical talent with a rebec was considered a big deal as an indicator of wealth/higher status in the earlier years of that time frame. Taking Comte's childhood into account--that he was raised to effuse aristocratic breeding and poise--I think that makes it highly unlikely he was learning when it was most associated with street performers (during the latter portion of my posited time frame). Everything about Comte's family pretty much screams old money (aka wealth they were born into, not curated during the rise of the mercantile class trying to be posers), so I really can't see them raising their son to play commoner music.

Another very telling bit lies in the phrasing of how he found the instrument: "he discovered the old rebec among other goods from a foreign trader." Remember that in the latter end of the time frame, it was so commonplace it could probably be found among local vendors/craftsmen--there would be no need for them to be imported from foreigners. I imagine his family only had access to the instruments in accordance with their social standing; naturally the rich would have their connections, but not just anybody would have the money or means to get their hands on one.

If my beginner's dive isn't too far off the mark, that would make Comte anywhere between approximately 400-1000 years old. I get this hunch that he's probably somewhere in the middle, I just don't know where exactly. I wish I had a better estimation since that's a pretty huge range, but considering the lifespan of the rebec it's hard to tell.

The only great anachronism in all this is the existence of Comte's pocket watch which was gifted to him by his tutor (I believe that's what she was, I know it was one of the human people in his house when he was young). The first pocket watch is said to have been created in Germany in 1510 (and shortly after distributed in Italy), but honestly it feels a bit out of place compared to all of the other evidence available to us. If that's the case, then Comte could have been born in the 1490s (since he received it when he was like 12, somewhere around there). Honestly I do feel the game suggests that he's older than that, so there's some dissonance there. But I leave that up to personal interpretation, since I'm not 100% sure about it either.

Lowkey, I feel like they might have gone so hard with the timepiece imagery for Comte that they forgot the historical practicalities attached to them, so that's half the reason I don't know what to do with this information. I get that vibe of like something something rich people cop out, unless purebloods have weirdly long childhoods--

Leonardo I don't have as many receipts because I'm just a poor Comte stan trying to live (his collection stories are pain), but if we go by the indication that his in-game life loosely follows the historical figure and simply continues on with his faked death, that means he was likely born somewhere around 1452. I can't remember super clearly, but for whatever reason my only memory of age indicators for Leonardo was around 400 or so (which tracks with that interpretation). That would actually make him potentially younger than Comte, younger than I initially anticipated. Or, if Comte was born on the latter end of my estimations, they are at the very least close in age.

Also please don't hesitate to let me know if I'm missing any receipts on Leonardo, I have only one brain cell and she is trying so hard, my friends

As to the place of Comte's birth I haven't the slightest clue about that. It's pretty obvious he's of European ancestry, but as to where he was born/raised exactly, it's difficult to tell. Given all the talk of the rebec there's a decent likelihood he originates from the Mediterranean area/Southern Europe, as it is an Arabic instrument by origin that was adapted into something new by Spain. (This could mean he was born anywhere between France, Spain, Italy, or even the countries a little further up or closer to the Middle East.)

I considered Northern Europe/England, but honestly the evidence doesn't really seem to lean in that direction. Comte mentioned that he once lived in England and made friends there, but the way he talks about makes it sound like he was a visitor/traveler, not a native. And frankly, Comte isn't insufferable enough to be English lmao, he has a conscience. There is actually some tentative evidence for Irish descent, as the vampy mind persuasion/compulsion is termed "geas" in the game, which is a word that stems from Irish gaelic/folklore. The only reason I don't think there's a real connection is that there's no further evidence tying Comte to Ireland; and I don't think the etymology necessarily guarantees ancestry (though there is something to be said about the Irish gothic and vampiric origins).

Admittedly it feels like the game makes his nationality vague on purpose, and I think this has a two-part intention. The first is that historically he was shrouded in a great deal of mystery, so it only makes sense they would be reluctant to name a singular place. The second is that--and I don't remember where the screenshot is, I saw it a while ago--the game describes him as belonging to no one place (that he belonged to all and none). Keeping his character construction in mind, I feel like this aligns with his general theme of contradiction. He's a greater vampire who prefers to keep company among humans, he's a powerful being with a fragile/sensitive heart, he has strong convictions but hesitates constantly, he's able to blend in almost everywhere he goes but never truly feels like he belongs. It would only make sense, narratively speaking, to keep with that motif/trend.

Also quick aside, because I can't help the music nerd in me. Rebecs are bitchin?????? Holy shit slay. Fun fact: they appear to have been primarily used for festivities, played for dancing. That gives a whole new impression to the fact that he bought one the moment he found out he would never age any further. I guess I just think about how that's a pretty joyous purpose for the music (beyond the pedigree aspect). That he clung to this specific artifact as a way to remind himself of his connection to humanity, that it was about people gathering and enjoying each other's company (and yet at the same time, all the political games that come with such leisure)...what a reflection of who he is today. I think it's fascinating how much people are at the heart of his personal motivations and feelings, considering how easy it is for purebloods to become lone wolves (power and secrecy would lend itself to that.) Instead, Comte chooses to hide in plain sight and actively works to stay engaged in the times and among the population. Then again, if I were hundreds of years old I would probably also beg for a distraction from the encroaching madness so like ajkhslgfkjhfslakjh it's very sweet but also mood...

In short:

Thank you for the ask, lovely!! 💛💛💛💛 I hope this answers your question? I love any excuse to talk about my one and only 👀💍

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