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doodling mochi outfit concepts again
#the cat witchs guild#the misc adventures of mochi and lime#tcwg#tmaomal#art#mochi#ocs#original#beta#outfits#cat bow....but better#actually positioned in way that makes it look like a cat bow#smad genshin thought of the cat bow too but they did it better by putting it in the back#anyway. i wanted to try doing that for mochi#part of me wants her to have a more stylized hat because so many witches in my head have cool unique hats#and hers is basic in most art i draw..#im returning again to (what would i do for her if she was not the mc)#oh yeah and thinking about putting a ``tail`` on her skirt#god she looks so cat-like now heuehueueeu#does that tail get in the way during fights??? nah it just whips around looking cool#i want so bad for mochi to grow into her own witch and find her style#im always so wishy washy bc her spiky hat is so og but a more stylized hat is what she would have...if she were not my mc
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More illegal back alley doctor reader x Mafia!Konig!!!
You hoped he would stop coming eventually. You helped him once, never asked for anything in return, just hoping he would stop trying to get your part of town under his control, so you'd have to patch up fewer criminals every day...but it seems like Konig is really bad at picking up hints that a woman isn't really interested in him. He paid you - a lot, actually. Enough to cover up rent, replacement of some equipment and the new stuff you could use for your patience, and enough dumb little coffees to buy from places you couldn't afford before. The payment was nice, especially since you thought he'd stop pestering you after it went through...and, of course, you were deadly fucking wrong. The next payment went in the form of a suspiciously big box inside your apartment. A big red bow, kinda scrunchy and obviously packaged by hands that are way more used to killing people than preparing gifts. You'd say you are surprised that there isn't a bomb in the box, but honestly, the real thing was way worse. You stare at the vaguely expensive set of lingerie and a totally super expensive necklace that looks more like a collar than something dainty and elegant. You spotted the tracker - it didn't look like it was hidden, to be honest. Like the sender of said gift knew you wouldn't dare throw away his gifts. He was right, of course. You hoped Konig would stop, or at least be satisfied with only sending you gifts...you were wrong again. He didn't stop showing up at your doorstep, either giving you gifts in person, scaring away any poor fucker who thought that dealing with an illegal doctor would mean they could just not pay you for stitching up their bullet wounds, or just sitting in your improvised office, staring at you like a kicked puppy. The sight wasn't too good for a man of his position - honestly, seeing him all dazed and romantic almost made you want to die. Jesus, you almost forgot just how plainly terrifying this guy is. If Konig can't make you come to his place, he will kidnap you. You know this, and you also know you can't hide...so, you obey. Sort of. You let him call you his kleine engel, you let him cuddle with you and bury his masked face in your chest as he would whisper about all the things he would do to you once you're his wife. He lets you stay kind of independent after each time you let him fuck you on the same table you used to treat him on, and you almost agree to come with him every time. Almost. He will clip your wings eventually, but he likes playing cat and mouse a bit too much.
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This is my first time doing a request, I hope it doesn't bother you and you can choose the character you want to cast as Reader's partner. So imagine a world where hybrids exist, but they only make up a few percent of the world's population.
Reader is a snow leopard hybrid, but because the snow leopard is smaller than a leopard, much smaller than a tiger, and slightly smaller than a forest lynx, so he has the character of fluffy white ears and tail and short height, he works in an office and because his big and long fluffy tail can annoy people he often bites his own tail so as not to disturb others and it makes people who are in the same department with him spend a little time just to stroke his head and get a purring reaction from him.
This was heard by the Office manager's ears and became curious which in the end he made Reader a private secretary and often stroked Reader's head, until one day he accidentally pulled Reader's tail and got an unexpected reaction. Since then he has often pulled Reader's tail with 'accident' reasons which ended with office sex.
You can change it or ignore it if you feel uncomfortable, sorry if this is too long and sorry if my English is bad. Have a good day
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Rating âş NSFT
Warnings âş none
Kinks âş breeding, size kink, creampie, mentions of free use
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(Name) didnât hate being a hybrid. Sure there was the weirdos that wanted to keep him a pet but most treated him as a regular person. The only odd part was having people just touching his head.
It certainly didnât help that he couldnât help the purring that happened whenever he did. It just kept going so he ignored it most time. The pats were nice anyway.
At his job, his boring office job that heâd been debating on quitting, had two people who just couldnât let go of his hair (plus ears). Kuroo and Bokuto loved to pet him as if he was a house cat.
He usually purred whenever they touched him since they figured out how to get that reaction from it. His ears were sensitive, donât judge.
(Name)âs tail swished around as he began to get irritated at the paper work in front of him. That damn boss of his was annoying him with the amount of shit he continued to give him on a daily basis. He was just about to get up from his seat when someone stepped in his tail.
He cried out in pain, which was more akin to a catâs scream, as he grabbed his tail and held it close to himself. Everyone in the office stared at him in shock while the culprit, Yamaguchi, looked as if he wanted to kill himself.
âIâm so sorry!!! Please forgive me!!â He cried, bowing down onto the ground. (Name) simply nodded. He knew he didnât do it on purpose.
His tail was much longer than normal hybrids. It also didnât help that he was shorter so it made his tail appear longer than it actually was.
But Yamaguchi wouldnât be the only one to step on it. Soon enough, at least everyone stepped on it at least once. Kuroo twice became he didnât watch where his big ass feet went but (Name) had to figure out what to do.
The pain was becoming unbearable and he was sure another two steps would cause his tail to break. He decided, when every other idea sounded stupid, to just hold it in his mouth.
(Name) was used to the fur in his mouth so it didnât bother him to lightly hold the tail. This way, he didnât have to fold it into an uncomfortable position for longer than hour. A few times he wrapped his tail around his waist but that always got a cramp after an hour or so.
âItâs like you got your own silencer,â Bokuto once said, scratching (Name)âs hair during his break. (Name) purred happily, his tail curling around Bokutoâs waist to hold him close.
âOh, he could use his tail during sex.â Kuroo suddenly said, a smirk on his lips.
Kenma looked confused. âWhy would he?â He was resisting the urge to pet (Name). His love for cats extended to (Name) heavily but he never actually touched him in fear of making uncomfortable.
âTo muffle his moans,â Kuroo rolled his eyes. âPerfect for when you donât want to get caught.â
âOh, so dirty,â Bokuto laughed.
âWeirdoâŚâ Kenma whispered.
(Name) was too busy enjoying his massage to care.
The four of them stopped talking when Iwaizumi had walked past them. He nodded in greeting which they returned. Iwaizumi looked mainly confused on Bokuto petting (Name) but didnât say anything as he walked to his office.
Iwaizumi was the bossâs secretary. He was hardly outside of his office. It usually meant something bad happened if he was.
âDo you think the boss knows?â Kuroo asked.
âKnow what?â (Name) questioned, frowning when Bokuto stopped his massage.
âAbout you. I heard he loves hybrids.â
âIn a fetish way?â
âDunno. Probably.â
Kenma sighed. âIâm getting back to work.â
Bokuto seemed to be deep in thought for a moment before shrugging. âHe hardly comes out of his room like Iwaizumi. He wouldnât care about (Name).â
âTrue.â
But how wrong they were.
It was a week later after Iwaizumi saw the petting zoo with Bokuto and (Name). And suddenly (Name) was being requested to meet the Boss. He felt worried.
Sure hybrids had protections on them but this was a private company. What couldnât they get away with if they paid the right people? His coworkers all looked a bit worried themselves as they watched him walk away to the office.
They certainly didnât help his heart calm down.
He knocked on the door waiting for the voice of a much older man to allow him in. But he only heard a much younger voice. (Name) hesitantly walked inside the office and saw a man possibly only four years his senior.
Oh, he was much younger than he thought. Okay, maybe he could get off the hook for whatever problem he caused. (Name) quickly bowed and closed the door, walking over to the seat in front of the desk.
The manâs brown hair was slicked back with a nice pair of glasses on his face. His smile was wide, a bit creepy but way more welcoming than (Name) had imagined. The man watched him for a second before his smile faded and he slide over a folder.
âMister Hiragi, yes? Youâve been working with our company for over four years, right when I started after I took over for my father.â
âYesâŚâ
âI would like to offer you a promotion. You handled any work I sent your way with ease. I believe you deserve a higher position.â
(Name) nodded, a smile on his face. Oh, guess he could stay here a bit longer.
âMy personal assistant, is the job Iâm offering.â
âIsnât Iwaizumi-San your secretary?â
âA personal assistant is different than a secretary. Youâll only work for me. Iwaizumi doesnât have any power over you.â
(Name) hummed, his tail swishing around as he was deep in thought. His eyes were down on the folder, not noticing the manâs eyes that followed his tail with a hint of mischievousness.
âIf this is alright for me to ask, will the salary increase?â
âOf course.â
âThen I accept.â
âGreat. Youâll start next week, enjoy your Friday, Mister Hiragi.â
(Name) was right where he wanted him. Just how lucky was he?
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(Name) had learned the boss name was Oikawa and that Iwaizumi had no fear in talking shit to his face. The amount of âshittykawaâ that or âasskawaâ this, Iwaizumi still kept his job.
He envied him.
He wanted to cuss out Oikawa too.
After the weekend, that Monday he first started his new high paying job, he was told to make coffee.
A fucking coffee!
After that, he was told to organize a shelf that had bothering Oikawa because he kept forgetting to higher a cleaner. Maybe he shouldâve read the contract first before saying yes. But he told himself it was good money.
But it wasnât just that that made him want to cuss him out, no it was the constant touching of his tail.
(Name) was bending down to pick up some trash when he felt Oikawa grasp his tail. It was a quick touch, as if he wanted to just feel if it was real. And it wasnât the last time either.
(Name)âs office was now technically Oikawaâs. His old cubicle was given to a new employee so he couldnât even go back to it if he wanted to. He did visit his coworkers during breaks but he didnât get the Bokuto massages or Kuroo scratches anymore like he loved.
No, he had to worry with the tail pervert who continuously grasped it before letting go as if it burned him. He really wanted to know what was so tempting about it but decided the money was too good to take any chances.
There were a few times Oikawa pet his hair. It usually lasted just a second, but still resulted in a purr from (Name). (Name) wondered if it was because he was missing head pats for him to enjoy the simply touch from Oikawa.
âHiragi, can you please hand this out for me?â Oikawa asked, handing over a stack of paper into his hands without even looking up from his computer. (Name) scrunched up his lips into a snarl but hummed, turning over to walk away when Oikawa grabbed his tail.
(Name) stopped and turned back to look at him but only got a mischievous smirk from Oikawa as he let go. His tail swished angrily as he huffed and stomped away to hand out the papers. What was so fun about his tail anyway?
It was similar to a regular cat! He couldnât just get a cat if he liked touching tails so much?
The rest of the work for Oikawa was surprisingly easy. He felt as if his workload had lessen actually. Sharing an office with Oikawa felt weird though. He had to sit on the chair across from Oikawa, effectively sharing the desk.
It was a large desk so they werenât cramped but it still felt a bit weird. But he wouldnât complain. Oikawa never spoke to him during his job unless necessary. He guessed the only thing that truly bothered him about Oikawa was the tail touching.
At least he didnât have to worry about people stepping on it to though. He was free to let it move around. But he still sometimes had the urge to bite on it again. It had become a habit at this point.
âWhat species are you?â Oikawa suddenly asked, not looking up from his paperwork.
(Name) blinked. His ears twitched. Most people just knew by looking at him. âA snow leopard.â
âIs that why your hair is white?â
âYes.â
Oikawa glanced up at him, as if he was trying to study (Name) before a smirk appeared on his lips.
âHas anyone ever played with your tail before?â
âIâŚâ
âLeave him alone, Shittykawa.â
Iwaizumi was in the office. When did he get there? (Name) watched as Oikawa pouted, a look that actually looked cute on him before turning on his blank face. He guessed it was his work default setting. Iwaizumi began speaking to Oikawa about something (Name) didnât care about so he tuned them out.
His tail curled around in the air as he finished his work much earlier than expected. He was bored. Oikawa was still speaking to Iwaizumi about something so (Name) decided to bring his tail up to his mouth and lightly bite on it, his ears twitching in delight.
âHave a good day, Hiragi.â Iwaizumi suddenly said, walking away to leave.
âWhat about me? Whereâs my goodbye?â Oikawa whined.
âGo fuck yourself.â
The door slammed shut behind Iwaizumi as (Name) wanted to laugh. He was glad his tail was in his mouth at the moment so he muffled it easily. (Name) glanced over at Oikawa and paused when he saw the odd look he was giving him.
Oikawa looked shocked at the sight in front of him. What? Had he never seen a cat hold itâs own tail before? Possibly not a hybrid, (Name) thought to himself as he pulled his tail away from his mouth. He forced a small smile and got back to staring at his computer.
He wanted to go home.
What he didnât notice was the smirk on Oikawaâs lips.
He was liking this hybrid more and more each day.
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(Name) placed down the coffee on Oikawaâs side of the desk, tired of doing the same morning task everyday for almost a month now. But the pay was too good to complain to anyone. Oikawa didnât even say thank you to him anymore.
When he turned to go back to his side, Oikawa grabbed his tail. And it wasnât a usual grasp. No, he fucking tugged it. Harshly.
(Name) had always hated how sensitive his tail was to every touch. He didnât screech. He didnât yell or howl in pain.
No, he fucking moaned. His back arched as he gripped at the desk beside him. It was silent after his pitiful moan. Oikawaâs hand was still holding his tail while it wiggled to get away.
(Name) wanted to kill himself.
Maybe he should quit.
âSorryâŚâ Oikawa muttered, releasing his tail.
âItâs fineâŚâ (Name) excuses himself to the toilet. He never wanted to wake up ever again.
It certainly didnât help that after that, Oikawa didnât stop touching his tail. No, it seemed like he wanted to get the same reaction that he got he first time. At first, (Name) skillfully dodged most of this.
But there was still a few times Oikawa grabbed it right before he could move it and tug it, earning a whine or gasp from (Name) each time. It also bothered (Name) that he looked forward to it each day.
He couldnât exactly pull his own tail. His body sent signals in his head that it would hurt and not be pleasurable whenever he tried during masturbation but Oikawa proved it wrong.
(Name) decided that if Oikawa was going to act like this but not do anything further, he might as well try to fuck him. He could always find a new job. Dick was more important.
He just needed some tips.
And he knew just who to ask.
âIâm so disgusted youâre speaking to me about that man.â
âIâm so sorry, Iwaizumi-San! But you have to help me! Itâs aâŚ. Hybrid! Thing, yâknow? My inner (?) animal is bonded to him nowâŚâ
(Name) was spitting out some bullshit but his pouty frown made Iwaizumi not kick him out as soon as he mentioned sex.
âWell, he doesnât have a fetish for hybrids. Heâs just asking weird with you. He just said you were cute last time I asked. Honestly, just ask him.â
âWonât it be inappropriate?â
âItâs inappropriate to talk to me about this stuff. Shittykawa is also inappropriate to touch your tail. Also your coworkers. But heâs too fucking lazy to enforce rules so I guess they donât matter.â
(Name) blinked. Oh, he didnât know it was inappropriate for someone to touch an hybridâs tail or ears. It made senseâŚ.
Yeah, in a more regulated company Bokuto and literally everyone else wouldâve been fired.
âOh, well, thank you.â
âJust have sex when everyone has left, please. I donât want to hear Lazykawaâs moans.â
(Name) wondered how many nicknames Iwaizumi had for him.
But he now had a plan. Just ask for sex. Oikawa couldnât say no. He was obviously mildly interested if he kept trying to make him moan.
(Name) wondered how he should execute the plan, however. Since it seemed during the work day, Oikawa ignored him the entire time. Only two times did he look at him and one was to tell him he had a stain on his shirt. The other was to ask for a snack from the vending machine.
It reached around 6 pm, the time most people had left on a Friday night. He was supposed to be leaving now, suggested by Oikawaâs stare at him from time to time. His tail swished around as he closed his laptop, wanting to fake getting ready to leave.
He yawned, as his tail reached over and flicked at Oikawaâs glasses. Oikawa looked up from his computer, a confused look on his face. (Name) grinned, curling his tail around his glasses and pulling it off his face.
âOikawa-San, you seem to obsess over my tail.â
Oikawa closed his laptop and stood up from his seat. He towered over (Name), a grin on his face.
âItâs a cute tail, Hiragi.â
(Name) placed the glasses on the desk and walked over to Oikawaâs side. âOikawa⌠do you want to see meâŚâ
âSee you?â
âSee on your desk, naked?â
(Name) felt himself cringe a bit at his words but he knew it worked at the smirk Oikawa gave him. He got him so easily. His tail reached up to wrap around Oikawaâs neck and smirked.
âMy tail looks so good around your neck.â
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âHow does my hand feel around your tail, baby?â
(Name) squirmed at the tug of his tail. He was fully naked at the bottom with only his dress shirt on. His tie used to bound his hands together which left him unable to do much. He could take it, it wasnât too tight but it felt nice to have them.
Oikawa was way more aggressive than he had imagined. After his little comment, he had pushed him to lay down face first into the desk. Swiftly pulling down his pants and underwear to get a good look at his ass. His ass was something Oikawa had only seen through pants that hardly captured the look bare.
He massaged them before delivering two quick slaps to them, earning a gasp from (Name). Oikawa was taking his sweet time with giving (Name) any sense of penetration. It was as if he wanted him to beg for it.
Oikawa tightened his grip around (Name)âs tail and pulled once more, enjoying the whine from the small man beneath him. His body was much larger compared to the hybridâs, covering it with ease whenever he leaned down.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on (Name)âs bubble butt, enjoying the giggle that left his lips. (Name) grunted when he felt Oikawa bite down on his butt, using a free hand to massage his left cheek.
Oikawa had thought only female hybrids would have self lubrication. So he pulled out a bottle of lube from his desk drawer, he had masturbated in here once. But to his shock, (Name) was leaking slick.
âYou have slick?â Oikawa asked, a look of awe on his face.
(Name) blushed in embarrassment. âWe can all produce slick⌠you can just fuck me, my body can handle it.â
âHm, really? Then realistically, I could grab you whenever I wanted during work and just fuck you?â
âYesâŚâ
âWe should add that to your contract. Youâre a personal assistant for a reason, letâs add sex to the list,â Oikawa joked but (Name) couldnât hate the idea.
It sounded sexy to think about entering Oikawaâs office and being told to cockwarm him during the day. (Name) mewled at the thought as Oikawa slipped in two fingers easily, he stretched his hole a bit to get him ready. Whenever his fingers went close to his prostate, Oikawa only grazed it.
âOikawa⌠câmon⌠fuck me.â (Name) whined, tail twitching in Oikawaâs hand.
âWant me to pump me full with my cum? Thatâs what you hybridâs love, yeah? To be stuffed full.â
(Name) nodded. âI wanna see you thoughâŚâ
Oikawa hummed as he flipped (Name) to lay on his back. He pulled down his pants and his cock was free to the cold air. (Name) grinned as he watched Oikawa pull at his tie, loosening it. His hair was still slicked back as the light from the sunset shined behind him.
(Name)âs tail curled as Oikawa rubbed his cock against his slick covered hole. He waited with a baited breath, his more animalistic side mewling at the chance of getting breed.
It took two more fake outs until Oikawa slammed his cock inside (Name). He gripped his waist and held him still as started out with a fast pace. (Name) cried out, legs wrapping around Oikawaâs waist.
(Name) moved his tail to his mouth to muffle his moans. Sure, most workers wouldâve been gone by now but you never know those weirdos who worked unpaid overtime. Oikawa seemed to into it as he somehow managed to get faster. His cock continuous brushed against his prostate, causing (Name) to arch his back.
His ass was dripping with slick, allowing Oikawa to easily fuck him. The sound of squelching, skin slapping together, and the muffled cries from (Name) filled the office. (Name) was mainly surprised the desk could hold his weight with how fast and harsh Oikawa was thrusting inside of him.
It was squeaking with each thrust, making (Name) worried it wouldâve break beneath him.
â(Name)âŚâ Oikawa grunted.
(Name) hummed. He was too far gone to notice him saying his first name. The feeling of Oikawaâs cock inside him was dumbing him down.
â(Name), this isnât a one time thing, I hope you know thatâŚâ Oikawa grabbed his legs and pushed them to rest near his head. (Name) felt himself cry at the new position. The burn of being stretched out like this as well as Oikawaâs cock reaching in even deeper.
He felt close.
(Name) removed his tail from his mouth and used it to wrap around Oikawaâs neck to pull him down for a kiss. Oikawa kissed him back as his thrusting began to become inconsistent. He was also close.
âInsideâŚâ (Name) mewled when Oikawa pulled away from the kiss. He couldnât get pregnant. Not by a male human but that didnât mean he wouldnât like the feeling of cum inside of him.
âYou think itâll take? Some cute little snow leopards.â
(Name) moaned. He wanted that badly.
It took two more thrusts before Oikawa pushed in deep inside to have his orgasm. (Name) was right after him, crying out before moving his tail to muffle it.
Oikawaâs previously slicked back hair was out and wild, covering half of his face as he grinned at (Name). (Name) purred at the sight of him and wrapped his tail around his waist.
Maybe he shouldnât leave his job so quickly.
âIf you guys are done⌠Iâll just slid the paperwork underneath the door,â the sound of paper sliding from the floor was heard.
The voice was Ushijima.
âCongrats on your new relationship.â Ushijima said before leaving.
Actually, maybe he should find a new job.
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This was fun to write. Thank you for the request!
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AN: I have been toying around with this idea for a couple of years at this point-the idea of being Elia's lady in waiting, and being aggressively pursued by her brother, Oberyn. I imagine him to be younger, wilder, but just as passionate. There is no Ellaria yet, there is no betrayal, just two people who cannot get enough of each other and Oberyn using his position for nothing but mischief. This is quite obviously before the nastiness that we all know befalls House Martell, lets live in it a while! I have a whole drama planned out for them in my head so I might actually write it all out - lets see if I can find the time lol. (in the moodboard above, the face you see is how I imagine Elia to be, reader is still completely nondescript!) This is unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine- hope you enjoy! đ§Ą
Oberyn Martell x F!Reader
Pairing: Oberyn x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) , language, Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), dirty talk **pregnancy**
Let me know if I missed anything!
reblogs are appreciated
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Her skirts swirl in the wind, whipping around her legs like sand. They were the colour of dusk, burnt oranges and yellows, favouring her golden skin, and her dark eyes. Elia Martellâall the Martellsâlooked best in these colours. You smile at her as you pour her a cup of wine, indulging her despite her delicate constitution.Â
âThis is the last of it my Princess,â you fill the cup halfway, âYou know it does not sit well.â
âYes, yes,â she rolled her eyes, sipping at the wine, âyou are worse than Doran.âÂ
You sigh, goodnaturedly, until one of the guards of Sunspear comes, interrupting the Princess enjoying the non-existent breeze. Â
âMy princess, my lady,â He speaks, addressing you respectively, âThe Prince, Oberyn requests your company-â
âOh what could my brother possibly want from me right now?â She huffs out a breath, her winecup getting the brunt of her annoyance.Â
âMy apologies Princess, it is not your company he asks for.â He bows his head in deference, his gaze then moving to you. âMy lady, Prince Oberyn awaits.âÂ
Your heart races to hear him calling for you, despite it not being the first time. Elia laughs, and dismisses you graciously. âGo then, my lady. You cannot keep The Red Viper waiting for long, he is prone to sulk, or fight.â Her tinkling laugh follows you where the guard leads, ringing out as you make your way towards his chambers.Â
You smile to yourself as you walk the halls of Sunspear, the sound of your soft steps ringing out, bouncing off the tiles and the high, arched ceilings. Your heart feels like a bird in the cage of your ribs, fluttering wildly as you finally make it to the giant door leading to him.Â
You meet the solid wall of his back when the guard opens his chamber door, he is sitting at his desk by the window, head down and quill scratching across a piece of parchment. His head turns at the sound of the door, and the quill is discarded. His eyes are lively when they meet yours, full of mischief and devilment.Â
âYou called for me, my Prince?â You try, genuinely, try to keep the smile off your face. âIs there something you desire of me?â He narrows his eyes, rising and slinking over like some big, predatory cat. He is so tall, his shoulders so broad and the cut of his robes only serves to highlight his best features. The breadth of him, the trim waist, the enchanting vision of his throat and chest on display. All of it conspiring to make you ache to touch him. He laughs low, the sound hardening your nipples.Â
âJust you, my flower.â He doesnât so much reach for you, as strike, like his namesake. His arms wrapping around your waist quick enough to pull a gasp from you. His lips descend quickly, pressing against your neck, his tongue following closely behind and all you can do for a moment is gasp in delight, gathered up in his arms with your hands pressed against his chest.
âThis is why you pull me away from the Princess? Because you cannot contain your passion for a few hours my Prince?â His hands travel, landing heavy on your backside, while his mouth travels from your shoulder, up to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, a kiss that pushes everything but him from your mind.
âYes, my love, I cannot contain my passion for you for even a heartbeat.â He speaks the words, turning your heart, and your cunt to liquid for him, before his deft hands pull at the laces and fastenings of your dress.Â
âMy Prince, I am to serve-â He pulls the dress up and off, leaving you in your small clothes, âYour sister, I am to serveââ He cuts off the words with another kiss and this time you moan into his mouth, heart pounding between your legs, knowing even now as you protest that you will let him do whatever he wants, that you need him to.
âMy sister is too greedy with you, too selfish.â He undoes his robe, slipping it off to fall at his feet as he herds you towards his bed.Â
âShe keeps you to herself, when she knows of my desire for you.â you tumble into his linens, the smell of him surrounding you, spicy and sweet, like desert heat, fiery peppers, sweet and fragrant oranges.Â
He slots his hips between your legs, and his cock is so hard it makes you gasp, the fabric of his breeches dampening when he grinds against the small clothes that cover your sex.Â
âYou are insatiableâOberyn!â You gasp his name when he tears the small clothes from your body, his impatience to have you naked and open to him making him ravenous. He laughs, eyes like black diamonds as he practically kicks his breeches off in his haste to get his cock out.Â
âI am unwell, my love, truly and deeply sick with want.â He moans the last word when he finally fits himself at the mouth of your cunt, slipping in with one brutal thrust.Â
âGods, yes my love, this is what I needed, to be buried up to my balls in this sweet little cunt.â He moans, his tone obscene as he rocks himself inside you.Â
Your arousal is something as fierce as he, the fullness of him only further inflaming your passion. It is always like this with him, never dull, never calm, always an inferno in your veins and in your lungs. He passes it on to you, his fire catching on your skin and soon, you are clutching to him, begging him, your arousal coating him and dripping onto his bed.Â
âYes, yesââ You chant, in tune with every roll of his hips. The sun shining through the window paints everything in his colours.Â
âDid you miss me, my love? Miss me here?â He punctuates the word with a hard snap of his hips, it makes your breasts bounce, makes you let out a whine.Â
âYes my Prince, yes, always miss youââ You open your legs wider, giving him more room to get deeper, to fuck you harder, âOberyn, youâre splitting me open.â You pull him forward, the temptation of his neck is too great, you suck a mark into it, relishing the way he groans. His hand pulls yours up and over your head, making your chest jut out for his tongue. He teases at your sensitive nipples as his cock strokes, and strokes, and strokes until you are on the precipice, on the dagger's edge of pleasure.Â
âI can feel it, ready to burst for meââ He smiles, drunk on the pleasure and when he lets go of your hands and presses his thumb to your clit you unravel, clenching and soaking him in your release. âThere it is, thatâs it-â He speeds up, burying his face into your neck while you take what he gives, his chest pressed up against yours, sweat slicked and warm.Â
His pace falters and you feel the hot jet of his seed inside, he groans, changing to a dirty grind as he comes deep.Â
He collapses once heâs milked himself dry, his comforting weight pressing you to his feather bed. Your legs settle around his waist, ankles locking on the swell of his ass and your arms wind around his neck to play with his sweat-soaked hair. He hums as you trail your nails down, tickling at the smooth skin of his back. Your lips press kisses against his shoulder where it rests under your chin. This is your favourite part, being full of him, surrounded by him, loved by him, and pouring all of your affection and love back into him in return.Â
âAre you quite comfortable, my Prince?â You scratch at his scalp as he takes deep breaths, his softening cock still buried deep.Â
âOh yes,â He huffs the words into your neck, his tongue licking a stripe up to your ear, âI could spend the rest of my life here, cock inside you, my body on yours.âÂ
You laugh, full throated.Â
âOh I bet you could, rutting away until Iâm raw.â You bring your hands to his face, making him face you and you are once again struck by his beauty, no matter how many times you find yourself in his bed, he still makes your heart race. You swipe your thumb across his plump lower lip, and fix the unruly state of his hair. âI could stay here too, Oberyn. I could be here, under you, with you, beside you always. I love you.â You press your mouth to his, and he deepens the kiss, his ardour burning just as brightly.Â
âI love you, my flower, and what weâve created. I cannot wait to meet my son.â He brings his hand down, to the little swell of your belly, the one that's barely showing yet. You laugh again, and he smiles, his hand warm against your womb.Â
âA boy is it? How would you divine that? I am barely showingââ
âI know it is a boy, I can feel it. He will be my little viper, a menace to his instructors, he will have the sweet face of his mother, and the fierce hunger of his father.â He removes himself with a hiss, pulling out and lowering himself until he presses kiss after kiss to the little bump. âWonât you my boy? You will be the terror and delight of my life.â
He smiles up at you, bright eyed, with all of the love you feel for him shining back at you.Â
âYou, my love, will give birth to princes and princesses, the most beautiful children in all of the world.â He always got like this after, sentimental and romantic and it always made you happy enough to cry.Â
âYes my love, he will be all that and more.â You pull him up, wrapping his arms around you to lay your head on his chest. âYou know I must go soon, I cannot stay in bed with you, despite my wish to.â He sighs, resigned.Â
âYes, Elia awaits, just another moment, and I will let you go.â You laugh, and bury your face into his neck.Â
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OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS SO SO BASIC but i crave soul fluff :( imagine playing minecraft with him and i honestly feel like it could go two ways: either extremely cute n cozy OR chaos. mans destroying all of ur stuff.
BUT ALSO IM THINKING imagine just matching his vibe so well and speaking his silly alien language, not really caring about weird looks from others ⌠n heâs just so :( i love him btw
actually yk how soul always makes those minecraft villager noises?? MY BROTHER DID THAT TOO WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER :( so actually this is kinda nostalgic... also i forget if my brothers ever did this to me when we were playing minecraft but i always played on creative anyway cause.... i hated dying đš warnings: soul explodes ur house ^_^ a lil cursing. wc: ~600.
âOnce we get that flint and steel, we can finally go to the nether!â You said excitedly, making your way back to your house in the Minecraft world you had with your boyfriend, Soul. He loved to play in his free time, and luckily for him, you also enjoyed the game. It was a no-brainer that you two would play together.Â
You had gotten decently far in your world. You had built a cute little house, with two cats: Kamden and Mackiah. Definitely not named after your boyfriendâs junior group members (yes, yes they were).Â
You had just finished a very successful mining trip, which was the last thing you needed before you could finally reach the nether. You werenât sure what your boyfriend was doing in the world; your best guess was either exploring a desert temple or an abandoned shipwreck. He always liked going on dangerous missions.Â
There was nothing that could ruin your mood, though; everything was going exactly how you wanted.
Until you reached the door of your little house. And immediately you heard a soft little click, and then ensuing explosions.
Oh, you were so going to kill your boyfriend.
âWhat the fuck did you just do, Haku Shota?â You asked, your eye twitching at the âYou Died!â screen on your computer, the score displaying only a couple hundred digits. Your mind thought over what you had in your inventory; 3 diamonds from your mining trip, along with valuable loot from skeletons and zombies you had killed along the way. A nice supply of arrows and an extra bow, your iron tools all needing to be replaced after this.
But what pissed you off the most is your cats. How could he have killed Kamden and Mackiah just like that? Did your boyfriend have no heart?Â
Soul knew he was partially fucked. It had been Theoâs stupid idea to pull a prank in your minecraft world, anyway. Maybe he could avoid the blame? Then again, he was the one who executed it. Using the skills that he had honed for hours playing the game, making an elaborate explosion completely hidden in your house with ease⌠just waiting for you to step on the pressure plate.Â
And while your immediate reaction did make a satisfied and mischievous smile grow on your boyfriendâs face, it soon dropped. You never used his full name. Ever. Not even once. Suddenly Soul was a bit scared. You were going to extract revenge, no doubt. For the diamonds, and the loot, but mostly for the cats.
You put your laptop down, turning towards your boyfriend, staring incredulously at his blank expression. What was going through his little brain behind those thoughtless eyes? Was he enjoying your pain and agony, or was he regretting his actions?
âTheo.â He said suddenly, avoiding eye contact with you.
âOh hell no. You are not gonna blame Theo for this, baby.â You were back to calling him babyâ that was a positive sign. You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to face you as you cupped his cheeks.
âYouâre going to rebuild my house, right? And get my cats back. And the diamonds. I want double the original amount. Double the size of the house, 4 cats, 6 diamonds. Got it?â You were determined, but Soul could still tell that you werenât that upset with him. It barely took more than 5 seconds for you to calm down, especially when it was a harmless prank.
He made a slightly reluctant villager noise in response, agreeing to your terms. You grinned and pecked his lips before giving him one last warning.
âIf I donât get 4 cats then Iâm quitting the world.âÂ
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summary: just some short and sweet cuddling headcanons
pairings: mammon :: belphie :: barbatos :: dantalion :: valefar (my ocs) x gn! reader
warnings: only me playing favourites again ⥠+ one teeny tiny allusion to lesson 16
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After your first week in the Devildom, Mammonâs understanding of personal space is as follows: His personal space is his and your personal space is also his. The rest of the brothers love to poke fun at him for it but heâs glued to your side now, throwing an arm around your shoulder or using your head as an armrest whenever he sees fit.
So it should come as no surprise that, once he basically moves into your room after making a pact with you, heâs going to cuddle up to you every chance he gets. In his defence, this is most likely unintentional, seeing as Mammon nearly flings himself out of bed at the realisation that you had been leaning on his shoulder for a good chunk of the movie you were watching, sending snacks flying everywhere.
Once your relationship becomes more settled and the white-haired demon owns up to his true feelings more, however, his reactions to cuddling are less dramatic. Yeah, youâll still have to be the one who asks and deal with his aloof reaction but thatâs okay when he canât look you into eyes as he hides his face behind his hand and makes no fuss when you drag him to bed. Soon thereafter, itâs basically like heâs trying to melt into you though, as much of him touching as much of you as is humanly and demon possible. Heâs also a living furnace, which is great in a realm where the sun doesnât shine.
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Yeah, good luck ever getting up again, I hope you had no plans for the rest of the day or the following ones, for that matter. As the king of âfive more minutesâ, Belphie is going to keep you in bed with him way longer than you anticipated, courtesy of the iron grip he has on you even while asleep. Sure he told you itâll only be a short nap but honestly, you should know better by now.
On the plus side (was the beginning even a downside?), you can lay down in whatever position you want to because Belphie will just contort himself around you, making you question whether he actually has bones. If he cuts off your airflow again, itâs because he plopped his entire weight down on you just to snuggle up to your chest like an overgrown cat.
You made the mistake once to card your fingers through his hair and it lulled him to sleep so fast he now practically demands you do it every time. Whether itâs pouting at you or just taking your hand and putting it on his head, heâll make it known youâre neglecting your poor demon if you donât. Still, cuddling with Belphie guarantees you the best sleep possible; even if you wake up super disoriented, not knowing which year it is, at least youâre well-rested (Insomnia? We donât know her).
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Congrats! You managed to pry Barbatos away from babysittingâ I mean serving Diavolo! Your reward is seeing the busy demon relax for once in his long life.
The air is infused with the soothing fragrance of tea leaves as your cups happily steam on the bedside or coffee table, depending on where you choose to snuggle up, the tea never going cold thanks to Barbatosâs magic.
Another rare thing to see -or rather to feel- are his bare fingers trailing over your sides, dipping under your clothes to trace random shapes onto your skin as you rest against his chest. Every now and then, heâll bow his head down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head, not hiding how his lips curl into a fond smile. While he loves to take care of you and draws energy from it, if you run your hands through his hair and lightly massage his scalp, his usual composure will give way to a demon whoâs putty in your hands.
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This man only has the best silk sheets and will coax you into sleeping over more often than not. Sure, he could visit the House of Lamentation but why would he set himself up to be interrupted by those nosy brothers (no offence). Besides, youâre always running around appeasing their whims, you should take a break and let him spoil you.
Cuddling really is just a part of an entire routine of destressing for him. From sharing a meal to washing the dirt of the day away with a shower or bath to changing into soft, top-quality loungewear or pyjamas and snuggling up on the couch or bed, this demon will make sure youâre not lacking anything. The lights in his house seem to always dim to the right brightness and colour and thereâs calming music playing from somewhere.
But, of course, cuddling doesnât have to be an orchestrated act every time. If you ask him to hold you he will gladly do so, cooing at you or talking about his day if you want him to. Despite taking the shape of a peacock, Talionâs voice is actually incredibly soothing and he chuckles quietly whenever he lulls you to sleep with it. Heâll even fan out his tail feathers over you if it makes you happy, even if it means rustling them in the process. Smoothing them out again is well worth it for the way you run your fingers over them as you study their colours in awe, both your silent and verbal praise making him preen with pride.
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Valefar wants to be the big spoon, not only because he feels like he can protect you this way but also because this way you wouldnât notice his heated cheeks. Itâs not like heâs insecure to the point where he thinks you holding him would undermine his masculinity, he just needs to hold you close in peace after a stressful night at the casino.
But itâs all good, his defined muscles make for a comfy pillow and if you fall asleep watching TV, he can easily pick you up and carry you to bed without disturbing you. Whenever you cuddle, he also always lowers his voice to a husky murmur, the vibrations of which will travel from his chest to your skin.
In the tranquil moments where itâs just you and him, Val loses all the brashness heâs feared for, his calloused hands hovering over your form as if heâs scared he could hurt or taint you. Just take them in yours and settle them on your hips, squeezing them encouragingly to tell him âItâs okayâ and heâs falling for you all over again, especially if you pair it with a chaste kiss on his cheek. As a greed demon, however, once heâs had a taste of your affection, he will take everything he can get, now coming up to you out of the blue, hugging you from behind whenever he sees fit.
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Woe out the Storm (4) - Back in Black
Wednesday Addams x female Reader
Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.
Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn
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Word count: 3.6k
-I got nine lives, cat's eyes, abusin' every one of them and running wild-
Thing failed to find out who was the one disguising as Rowan, he did his best, but the imposter slipped into the crowd and Thing lost sight of them. So, you were kind of back to square one since Rowan was officially gone and the shapeshifter didnât need to pretend they were him anymore. You could argue your situation got even worse, as you didnât know who you could trust. Well, that hardly bothered Wednesday, because, as she said, she trusted no one anyway.
Well, that one stung.
That night you came back to your room to find Enid kneeling on the floor with her fists balled up and hitting the bed, sobbing hysterically. âEnid?! What happened?!â you ran up to her, Youâve never seen her this upset unless it had something to do with her mother. Even that was back when you met her! After the first Parents weekend she had!
âMy life is over, Y/N!â she wailed as she turned and more or less just rammed into you with how hard she threw herself into your arms.
You gasped, the air knocked out of you, but you managed to rub circles into her back, hoping to soothe her at least a bit as her tears stained your shirt. You werenât entirely comfortable with people crying on you, but you figured it would be fine. âWeâll figure things out, okay?â
It was terrifying how fast she flipped the switch and looked at you, hopeful and happy all of a sudden. Enid flipping between moods like that usually meant trouble for you. It made you dread her next words. âYouâll take Yokoâs place?! Thank you, Y/N!â she threw her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. âYouâre the best!â
You froze completely. Yokoâs place? The Poe Cup? The canoe race? The lake?! âNo! Nope! No way! None of that!â you abruptly pushed Enid away and took several steps back. You were met with Enidâs eyes, all big, expressive and filled with tears, complete with a pout on her face. âNone of those puppy eyes either! They wonât work on me on this!â you cried out pointed a finger at her, firmly maintain your position on this as your heart hammered against your chest at the mere thought of being close to that much water.
She bowed down her head and clasped her hands together. âPlease! Y/N, my whole life depends on this!â
You blinked several times, unable to believe what you were hearing. âAnd my life depends on not doing it!â you exclaimed incredulously.
âPlease?â she tried with extra puppy eyes, batting her eyelashes and damn near making crocodile tears fall from her eyes.
âEnid thereâs water involved! Sorry I donât feel like drowning!â you were not budging on this, no way. Not worth dying for. You were terrified of huge bodies of water, well, any water scared you, but anything even ten times as small as the lake was the stuff of nightmares!
Enid looked up, genuine tears once again filling her eyes. âYou wonât drown!â Enid at least had the dignity to pause for a second before saying that. âNo one drowned in the Poe Cup!â
âI will! I canât swim!â you exclaimed just as the window opened and Wednesday came in. How did she even climb up to the window in the first place?
âWednesday, help me convince her!â Enid searched for back up in the last person you figured she would. âShe needs to take Yokoâs place!â
You covered your eyes with your left hand and groaned. Enid should have known better.
âWhy?â Wednesday asked. She was actually humoring Enidâs request? Well, that was unexpected.
âYoko had a garlic bread incident at the dinner, she had a major allergic reaction which means sheâs out of the Poe Cup! And I donât have a co-pilot because Y/N wonât take her place!â Enid declared accusingly pointing a finger at you.
âOf course I wonât! I canât swim!â you repeated as you threw your hands down in frustration. This was pointless, you were not going to participate, and thus you were already turning around and making your way to your part of the room. You werenât about to argue about this.
âYou canât swim?â Wednesday asked clearly puzzled by the lack of such a basic skill.
You turned back to look at her and just shrugged. âI feel excruciating pain and light up like a Christmas tree when too much rain falls on me. The hell do you think happens if I fall into a lake?â you nodded, seeing Wednesday piece it together. âExactly. Look, if the only way Iâm getting somewhere is by a boat, Iâm not getting there, I donât care if someone is about to kill everyone I care about, if I have to risk falling into any body of water they are on their own! Itâs their fault for getting caught in the first place!â were you being way too dramatic? Absolutely. Were you serious? One hundred percent. Nothing could make you approach any bigger body of water. Especially not a school competition.
âY/N!â Enid whined, desperately trying to fill up the co-pilot position on her team.
You turned to her and pointed a finger at her. âNo, you hear me? Itâs a simple two letter word. No!â
âCanât you just zap to the shore if we start sinking?â was Enid actually trying to tell you a cup was the most important thing at the moment?
You felt your eye twitching you were going to get a headache at this rate, and all because Enid was being unreasonable about this. âIâm not even going to entertain that thought,â even if you werenât scared of water there would be no containing the burst of lightning that would happen if you fell into the water. How couldnât Enid see that your canoe sinking meant not only you drowning but likely her and everyone else in the water close to you?
âYou and I are going to take her down tomorrow,â Wednesday suddenly said and while you were genuinely surprised you looked at the goth girl like she was your very own savior.
Besides, between you and Wednesday, all of you knew who was a better option for a no rules race against Bianca. Especially since Wednesday had a personal vendetta to settle.
âWait, youâre joining the Black Cats?â Enid was just as surprised as you were. She got way to close into Wednesdayâs personal space, prompting the girl to back away a step. âYouâre willing to do that? For me?â
âI want to humiliate Bianca so badly that the bitter taste of defeat burns in her throat,â Wednesday said with a sense of finality you havenât heard from her before.
âSomehow Iâm not surprised,â you commented evenly, even if you were incredibly happy Enid would stop trying to get you to join the team.
âYeah, but mostly youâre doing it because weâre friends, right?â Enid kind of got the wrong idea.
âJust let her have this,â you said to Wednesday and she glared at you. Well, at least it was just a regular glare and not a death glare.
Wednesday turned around, probably uncomfortable due to Enidâs infamous puppy eyes. âTell me how she keeps winning,â
âItâs a real brain cramp. The past two years no other boat has made it across and back without sinking,â and Enid still wanted you in the boat. Despite knowing that. And knowing how you were with water.
âSounds like sabotage,â Wednesday noticed, which granted, wasnât a difficult conclusion to reach.
That got Enid thinking. âThere are no rules in the Poe Cup, and she is a siren, which makes her master of the water.â
âThen we just need to beat her at her own game,â Wednesday decided.
Maybe youâd actually watch this time. In a tree, at least two hundred feet away from the lake. Away from all the water.
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And you did watch, from the exact position you thought you would.
âY/N! Come on! At least cheer from the stands!â Enid yelled up at you.
âYouâre barking up the wrong tree Enid! This is as close as Iâll approach the lake!â you yelled back from your spot up in the tree. You had everything you needed, binoculars to watch the race, and a tiny version of the Black Catsâ flag stuck in the branch you were sitting on. As far as you were concerned this, roughly two hundred feet from the lake, was as close as youâd come.
You couldnât exactly see it, but you were sure a Enidâs eye twitched at your behavior. âYouâre being irrational!â
You were also safe from the water. âExactly! Now let me be!â oh you understood full well just how irrational you were being. Understanding and acting in a way that would change that were, however, two entirely different things.
Enid groaned, threw her arms up in the air in frustration and stomped back to her team. You watched as the teams got into their boats and you felt nothing but dread at the mere thought of being in one of those. Water beneath you, water all around you and the boat very likely to be sunken the only thing keeping you alive. Well, you were sure Wednesday figured out a way to win, but if it was you youâd be a panicking mess that would barely be able to row.
You watched the race, flinching when an axe swung over Enid and Wednesdayâs heads. Yup. Forget drowning, youâd be decapitated from how much youâd be panicking right there. You wouldnât even have the mental capacity to duck.
That would be an embarrassing way to die.
Every time a boat sunk, regardless of who it belonged to, you looked away. Finally, after what felt like eternity, the only ones left were Enid and Wednesdayâs team and Biancaâs team. You bit your lower lip as something seemed to push their boat away from Biancaâs. Enid would never forgive herself if she lost this close to victory and, somehow, you figured Wednesday wouldnât be much different. Especially after what she said last night and the way Bianca defeated her in fencing in her first week here.
Somehow the pushing stopped, probably something Thing did because no one on the team moved and the Black Cats managed to catch up and make Biancaâs boat sink, thus, with being the only ones left, there was no doubt who won. âHell yeah!â you cheered, pumping your fists up in the air so hard you nearly fell off the branch.
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Somehow you couldnât say you were surprised that almost the entire school cheered for Ophelia Hallâs victory. Well, from what you could see it was more for Biancaâs loss, but still, you doubted Enid, who was soaking up all the attention and smiling back at the students, was complaining.
Wednesday didnât look so pleased. In fact, she looked like she was in an ever worse mood than she usually was. She looked uncomfortable actually, now that you took a closer look. Finally, it looked like she reached the breaking point and left the crowd.
You gave her a minute and then went after her. You could understand on some level that she felt uncomfortable given the situation. You didnât expect to find her sitting on the ground, leaning back against the Edgar Allan Poeâs statue. She looked a bit distraught, and you realized just how uncomfortable she was with everyone looking and smiling at her. She needed to get away from the crowd and for a moment you considered leaving her alone, but she likely already noticed you, so there was no going back.
âOverwhelmed?â you approached her carefully, ready to leave at the smallest sign she didnât want you there.
âUnsettled,â she corrected you and opened her eyes to look at you, but otherwise didnât show any negative reactions to your presence. You still let your eyes turn red to make it clear it really was you.
You nodded at that, smiling just a bit at her and motioning to a spot half a dozen feet away from her. âDo you mind if I sit with you? Iâll leave if you do, you just need to say a word.â
Wednesday watched you for a few moments. âI donât mind,â she eventually replied, so you sat there, as silent as she was. Maybe it was because she didnât mind you were a raiju, or maybe there was just something about her, but you felt at peace around Wednesday. There was just something predictable about her. Well, maybe predictable wasnât the right word, but there were patterns in her behavior, she was cold, but she was honest, when you interacted with Wednesday you knew exactly what not to expect and that was enough. Maybe it was the way everything about her contrasted everything about your powers. Loud to her quiet. Brief bursts of energy to her consistent and constant flow. Bright to her dark. Destruction to her creation.
Wednesday looked up and suddenly seemed to shift all of her attention to the statue. âY/N,â she spoke your name and you just realized that this was the first time you heard her say your name. You actually liked how she said it.
âHmm?â you tilted your head to the side, waiting for her to explain what she noticed.
âWhat are you doing down here?â Enid burst the bubble you two created as well as prevented Wednesday from telling you what she found.
âHiding. People keep randomly smiling at me. Itâs unsettling,â Wednesday explained as she got up and you took that as your cue to get up as well.
âItâs called having your moment! You took down Bianca Barclay, try to enjoy it,â Enid led the two of you back to the pentagon wrongly named Quad. âThe girls wanna know if you wanna hang out later. Oh, come on, it wonât kill you.â
âIâll think about it,â Wednesday replied after a brief thought.
âGreat!â Enid went back to other girls from Ophelia Hall.
âSo, what did you see?â you finally asked, bringing focus back to the moment before Enid showed up.
âIâll tell you later,â Wednesday decided when she noticed Weems approaching the two of you.
~X~
That later didnât quite come, at least not before you fell asleep, completely unaware of Wednesday's plans for that night. You were a light sleeper, you had to be, otherwise you could risk not noticing rain or storm until it was too late. So, when you heard the window opening your eyes snapped open and you carefully took the covers off. A brief look around the part of the room you could see made you notice Wednesday wasnât in her bed. âWednesday?â you called out, loud enough for her to hear if she was the one that came in, but not loud enough to wake Enid up.
The silence followed by footsteps heading toward Wednesdayâs deck was all the answer you needed. With a sigh you pushed your body off the bed and changed into a red T-shirt and black trousers, there was no way Wednesday would take you seriously in pajamas, even if they werenât nearly as colorful as Enidâs.
The first thing you noticed when you rounded the corner was the book she opened on her table. âIs that the book you were looking for?â you walked over to the table and, mostly instinctively placed a hand on the back of Wednesdayâs chair as you leaned forward to look at it.
âYes,â Wednesday replied, for now not reacting to your proximity. You werenât touching her, so maybe this was fine. She flipped the pages until she reached a half ripped picture and set the half she took from Rowan next to it.
âCrackstone?â you couldnât help but recognize the man on the picture.
âYou know who this is?â Wednesday immediately turned to you and you took a step back, realizing now just how close the two of you were.
You went and leaned back against the wall next to her desk. âYou donât live in Jericho for four years and somehow avoid learning about him. Jerichoâs founding father, from what I heard he despised outcasts. Nearly wiped them out four centuries ago,â you explained, but it didnât make sense. How was a man that lived all that time ago related to Wednesday?
âHow do I learn more about him?â Wednesday asked, for a moment you felt nervous at having all of her attention on you.
âUh, The Pilgrim World might be a good start,â you figured. âJust find a way to get volunteer work over there and I guess youâre all set. Iâll trade with you if I get it and you donât. Though, knowing Weems neither of us are getting it.â
âWhy?â there was that small head tilt again.
âSheâll probably want to keep me close, so I donât get into trouble again this year and I donât think sheâd put you in The Pilgrim World, in case you end up causing trouble,â you grinned a bit, but there was a good chance Enid would get it, so not all hopes were lost. âNow, how about you tell me why you didnât bring me along?â
Wednesday looked down at the picture. âThis doesnât concern you,â she stated evenly.
You rolled your eyes. âLike hell it doesnât. Someone killed Rowan, who tried to kill you, and you are my roommate, you might need a lightning beast as back up against oversized Gollum,â you replied, resisting the urge to cross your arms and take a more defensive stance.
âI donât intend to rely on you,â okay, that stung, why did she have to be this stubbornly independent to the point of wanting to do everything by herself?
âWhy not?â you still asked, wondering if you could have a proper conversation with Wednesday about the topic.
âMan can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth,â your eyes widened as she said that, as if reciting her own personal rules in life.
You grinned widely, recognizing the quote. âYet he sounds almost entirely different when talking about love,â the stoic mask broke for a few moments as Wednesday, surprised at your words, actually blinked a few times, averting her gaze from you. âIt's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it,â you fired back with a quote, one that she clearly recognized.
âSuch sentiments fit my parents, not me,â Wednesday looked you in the eyes, fierce, a cold flame burning within them.
âNo, I guess it doesnât. Which one does then? Aside from the one you just quoted at me?â you knew you were pushing, but the hint of intrigue and wonder in her eyes made you keep doing it. Made you push until you pushed too far, regardless of where that might lead you.
âHell is other people,â a simple, short quote, and you had to admit it told you a lot about Wednesday, probably more than she dared to realize.
âAh, I see,â you nodded, smiling right at her. âI'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become,â once again she avoided your gaze. âWeâre saying the same thing, just with different words. I think thereâs a lot of beauty in that,â you didnât dare phrase it as a question, you just glanced outside the window before looking at Thing. He seemed uncertain of what he was witnessing at the moment. Was it a side of Wednesday he didnât get to see often? If so, you felt a sense of pride at that.
âPerhaps,â Wednesday agreed after some silence. âI prefer to stay away from that phrasing,â there was something different in her eyes at the moment. Was the fact you went and repeatedly quoted Sartre back at her that impactful?
âOf course. You are you, nothing else would fit,â you dared to take a step closer to her, leaning against the side of her table. âSay, Wednesday,â you motioned toward the picture with your head. âWhat kind of life will begin on the other side of this?â you asked her.
âBold of you to assume this will qualify as despair,â she retorted, showing once again just how well she knew Sartre. âLife begins on the other side of despair,â Sartre once said and that picture looked like despair to you. A desperate situation where the fate of the entire school, filled with werewolves, sirens, gorgons, vampires, a school that had you, a raiju, still rested on the back of one girl that wasnât a part of any of those groups.
You looked her in the eyes, losing every sense of time, it could have been a minute, or an hour. You didnât know how drowning felt, but somehow you decided you were drowning in her eyes. In those black, emotionless eyes⌠Somehow, during that night, you felt as if something shifted just slightly between the two of you.
And you werenât sure either of you realized it.
A/N: So, between being sick at the moment and my free time significantly dropping soon enough I'll try to get chapter 5 in a few days and after that, the story will have to slow down a bit. I'll try to get a chapter out once a week, but there's no way I'll be able to repeat the Lost update pace. Thanks for reading, see you next time!
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Minus (aka Four's Ravio)
<ASTRAL / SPACE>
This is Minus, Four's Ravio. I still haven't figured out everything about him but I like the design for now, so things may be changed in the future (same thing for Astral)
Minus is a carpenter and bows are one of his favorite things to make. In Lorule Colossuses exists, which are a type of forest spirits that are well known to be kind protectors, who wonder around forests. During his first Quest he got given the power to become as big as them.
His companion during his first quest was a Colossus, which got turned into snake looking scarf. To remember him, he got a scarf that resembles him.
During his second adveture he got split, his color have the same functions as Four but they function in a different way:
Vio is the leader, while he is still "the smart one" he has a stronger sense of community since the start.
Green, is still the heroic one but he is the lone wolf, which brought him to abbandon the group during their quest, facing their enemy alone.
Blue is still rage and loyality, but his rage is not explosive, much more cold and calculated.
Red still is the emotional side, but he is much more of scary cat, who doesn't trust people and struggles to stay positive.
Personality wise, I still haven't figure out Minus as a whole. But he is rather humble, almost a bit to much, unlike Four who can be a bit to arrogant when it comes to his fields of work. The Triforce still exist in his era, so he still does have Courage.
He and Four don't have issues, even if the think in very different way, they can have enough respect for eachothers to find some common ground.
The two actually like to talk about their jobs, showing interst and curiosity in the eachothers careers.
#fan art#linked universe#digital art#my art#lu ravio#ru minus#ravio universe#lu four#alternate universe
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I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave
I actually wrote a fic, go figure! Huge thanks to @minky-for-short for getting me into Hazbin and @hangsters for the support and love! I got a lot more where this came from <3
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They've been told to live tonight however they want. And with tomorrow's Extermination looming and the Hazbin Hotel right in the middle of the target, there's only one thing Angel Dust wants to do.
And that's the bartender.
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You didnât wind up in hell without knowing fear. Whether you got there by painting it on other people or seeing it in your reflection or both, it didnât matter, to everyone down below, fear was like an old friend.Â
And to Angel Dust, fear was like a toxic hook up whose calls he couldnât make himself ignore after years of dissatisfying back alley orgasms.Â
All to say, he knew the taste of it, sharp like battery acid and sour like cheap, soapy lube. He knew how it sounded, laughter stretched so thin you could see through it, the whir of a camera lens pulling close to try and see where you were breaking. He knew how it smelled, sweat and latex and dry ice. He knew how it felt, cheap faux fur and overwarm, foreign skin.Â
Angel had been sucking fearâs dick for longer than he cared to remember. But what surprised him was that he didnât see it here.Â
They should be scared. They should all be pissing themselves in terror. In who knew how many hours, the worst Extermination theyâd known would descend, with their home and everyone in it smack bang in the center of the target. And Heaven wasnât in the habit of missing their shot.Â
But when Angel knocked back another shot of top shelf whiskey, he didnât taste fear in it. The laughter that surrounded him was real, all he could feel was a warmth that he wasnât sure came from the drink.Â
Maybe this was what fear felt like when you didnât face it alone.Â
âYouâre staring.â
Angel didnât have much of a defense, especially when he hadnât even realized that Vaggie had moved onto the barstool next to him and jumped a mile when she started speaking, nearly spilling his next shot. Because he was busy staring.Â
So he took evasive action instead, trying to piece his cool back together, âAinât you got a girlfriend waiting on you upstairs? What are you still doing down here?â
âFinishing my drink,â she gave him a cool, bemused look, proving her point by draining the rest of her glass, âI donât think any of us are in a position to be wasting alcohol tonight. Or time.â
âThanks for the riddle, toots,â Angel rolled his eyes, taking the shot before someone else could come along and nearly make him spill it.Â
âWant me to say it plainly then?â Vaggie arched an eyebrow.Â
Angel scowled but he wasnât mad at Vaggie, not really. He was more pissed at himself for not hiding it better. The five time winner of the Golden Tongue Award (for best performance in a pornographic visual production) should probably have been able to school his face.Â
He let his eyes wander across the bar, if there was no point in hiding it anymore. Husk was tossing a cocktail shaker from one hand to the other before sending it up behind his back, bouncing it between his wings, making it disappear and reappear before pouring out an electric blue liquid into Niftyâs waiting glass, to her immense delight. He bowed to the slight but enthusiastic applause, showing Angel a glimpse of the showman heâd been once upon a time.Â
It wasnât just that he was handsome. It wasnât just that he was Angelâs exact type and then some, that gravelly voice, the snark, the emotional unavailability, the tortured past that muzzled him, his boxes were well and truly ticked. If it was just that, Angel would have torn his clothes off, rode him on that bar and moved on with his afterlife.Â
But Husk had pushed back. Heâd growled and snapped and thrown up more walls until Angel started to see getting the catâs trousers off as a professional challenge. Robbed of his only way to safely interact with people, to feel like he was in control, Angel had fallen apart in front of him on one of the worst days heâd had in a while.
And all Husk had done was put him back together again.Â
So it wasnât just that he was hot, there was a hell of a lot more to it than that. And there was the fear again, souring the booze on his tongue.Â
âI ainât a fan of straight talking,â Angel grunted, hunching his shoulders and spinning the now empty glass on the edge of his finger.Â
âFigured,â Vaggie sighed in a way that might almost suggest she actually cared, hopping down off the barstool.Â
She looked ready to disappear up the stairs but something made her pause, maybe the weight of their borrowed time, maybe something dangerously close to sentiment. But she did stop, reaching out and putting a hand on Angelâs shoulder.Â
âAll Iâm gonna sayâŚIâve been told the only way to survive this is to fight for love. Find someone you canât live without and go out there with one goal. Protecting them.âÂ
Like a magnet, those words drew his eyes over to Husk again. And this time, he looked back, feeling his gaze. Those narrow yellow eyes, glowing like bulbs on a marquee or LEDs tempting a sucker to a slot machine, crinkled a little at the edges, shooting the spider demon a wink.Â
Angel groaned inwardly at himself. He was doomed and Heaven didnât have anything to do with it.Â
âSomeone like me donât even know what love is,â Angel murmured, more to himself than to Vaggie, âMight as well be speaking a different language, sugar.â
But he heard him anyway, those damn sharp ears of hers, âThen what better time to make a change?â
Before he could shield himself with sarcasm, she was gone, off up the stairs to someone who loved her. To another heartbeat against her own, arms around her, a silent promise that she was cared about, no matter what the nightmares said. Angel felt a pang in his chest, somehow finding the poor sense to want something heâd never had.Â
âAnother drink?âÂ
Angel dredged up a crooked grin, âSure! Put it on my tab, Iâll come settle up with you tomorrow night.â
âVery funny,â Husk poured him a couple more shots to keep him going, though he was now without other customers.Â
Charlie and Vaggie had gone upstairs, Cherri had dragged Sir Pentious over to the pool table where sheâd definitely crush him, Nifty was curled up in an unnervingly cat like way, sleeping on the bar and making Angel wonder if there hadnât been a sedative jn that drink Husk made her. Alastor was who knew where, Angel only cared that Husk relaxed a lot more when he wasnât around.Â
This was the best chance he was going to get.
Letâs get to living. His own words from earlier that night tried to move his mouth, tried to force him forward, tried to stop him being such a damned fucking coward and just say somethingâŚ
âActuallyâŚI think Iâll turn in,â he seized the rest of the shots in various hands and sank them one by one, trying to wash away the bitterness, âMy aim gets real shitty if I donât get my beauty sleep. And if Iâm gonna die tomorrow, like hell am I going down with bags under my eyes. Did it once, never again.â
If he was the kind to hope, Angel Dust might have tried to convince himself he saw disappointment in those slitted eyes.Â
But Husk only gave a rolling shrug, collecting up the abandoned glasses, draining them of their last clinging dregs of amber liquid, âFunny, my luck seems to get better when Iâm hungover. Sweet dreams, kid.â
Angel Dust chuckled, putting a little swing in his hips, shooting a smile over his shoulder, âAinât no other kind with me, baby.â
One last lie for the road.Â
At least he didnât sleep at all, choosing the cloudy headed middle ground of lying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling and prodding listlessly at the ache in his chest. It was like when his tooth had been knocked out, unable to keep his tongue out of the tender, empty gap, no matter how much it made him wince. Fat Nuggets did the sleeping for both of them, snoring on Angelâs chest, every gravelly honk ruffling the feathers pink robe that always made Angel feel like he could hold it together for a few more minutes than he would without it.Â
He was angry at himself but that was nothing new, only the reason was old. It had been a fucking long time since heâd promised himself he was done hiding, done paring himself down because someone else wouldnât like the taste. Lying here, feeling sorry for himself because he was too chickenshit to ask a guy to fuck him, he may as well have been back in 1940, worrying himself sick that his dad would be able to see his secret written on his face.Â
Well, Angel Dust wasnât Anthony anymore. And Angel Dust was losing his goddamn patience. The worst had happened and then some, heâd lost his family, heâd lost his home, heâd lost his life but the one thing he didnât have to do was hide anymore. Husk was down there, heâd say no or heâd say yes, either way was better than being too damn afraid to know.Â
And if he felt more about it, well that was his problem to deal with. It wasnât like he was going to live much longer anyway.Â
Fat Nuggets squawked a little as Angel Dust sat up, displaced from his comfy position.Â
âSorry, sweetie,â Angel kissed the top of his head, trying to make up for it by tucking him nicely in his own little bed, âDaddyâs got some living to do. Last minute and all but you know me.â
A quick check of his hair in the mirror, a quick fluff of the fur on his chest, like he was going down to meet some doll by his car and get swept off the the dance hall rather than going to proposition his surly friend for a quick and dirty end-of-their-afterlife fuck. But there was no harm in looking his best while he did it.Â
His reflection in this mirror looked a hell of a lot different than the one in his studio dressing room. There were half a hundred tiny little flaws that would have earned him a sharp, cutting comment from Valentino and maybe worse, depending on the mothâs mood. But Angel Dust didnât think Husk would care, in fact, he seemed to get further with the guy when he went in the opposite direction to what work demanded of him. So he left them, as much as a disconnected, confused anxiety itched at him, one that hadnât realized they werenât at the studio.Â
He took a deep breath, holding his own gaze tight, âYouâre a pro at this, ainât nothing you havenât seen before. You know the steps, boyo, curtainâs up.â
Angel went to the door of his room, feeling buoyed, feeling confident. Until, of course, he ran into something he hadnât seen before.Â
At least it was soft. Though it cursed like a sailor.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Angel yelped, feathers suddenly thumping against his face.Â
âWill you keep your goddamn voice down, youâll wake half the fucking hotel-â
âHusk?â Angel stepped back, blinking in confusion, âWere youâŚwere you outside my door?â
The other demonâs irritation collapsed, fizzing away like an alka-seltzer to reveal the bitch of a hangover underneath. Expressions heâd never seen on that feline face tried unsuccessfully to hide, embarrassment and coyness and a blush barely visible under dark fur.Â
âLook, IâŚcan I come in? Please?â he tacked the politeness on the end like he almost forgot it while running out the door.Â
âUhâŚsure, hon?â Angel Dust stepped to one side, suddenly wishing heâd tidied up a little at any point since he first moved in. Or that the dildos tossed about where a more impressive size.Â
Husk didnât seem to relax a little until the door was closed, until they were definitely alone. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, an old antique in amongst a lot of plastic and rubber, while Angel leaned against the door and wondered how heâd lost control of this so fast.Â
Eventually Husk sighed, tail twitching and betraying his nervousness, âLook. Feel free to tell me to take a hike here, fuck knows youâd have the right. ButâŚI kept thinking about what Charlie said. About spending this night living how we wanted or whatever. And IâŚI canât think of anything else I wanted to do butâŚâ
Angel Dust knew he was grinning like an idiot but he couldnât help it. It wasnât every day you got a royal flush laid out in front of you.Â
âWhat? What is it you wanna do, Whiskers?â he tilted his head, faux innocence sparkling in his voice as he batted his eyelashes, âAnything I can help you with?â
Huskâs fur bristled and he pinched the bridge of his nose, âFuck, I knew youâd be like this, goddamnit-â
Panic gripped him, a terrifyingly certain realization that if Husk left now, if he drove him away, he wouldnât be able to stand it, âWait. Sorry. I didnâtâŚI didnât mean to fuck with you.â
The apology clearly caught the cat demon off guard, eyebrows rising. A small smile pulled at the edges of his mouth, âWellâŚguess that was the aim of my coming hereâŚâ
The grin came back, feeling more honest this time, more firmly in place. Angel stepped forward, offering one of his hands out to Husk, âGoodâŚcos I was just on my way to ask you the same thing.â
Heâd heard Husk bitch about his demon form a lot and in that moment, he could see why. Those ears and that tail were tells you could spot from a hundred miles. And right now they were telling Angel he was damn pleased.Â
Huskâs fingers- claws? -were calloused, whether from cards or chips or the keys of the sax heâd apparently played once upon a time. But they held Angelâs in a grip he could be certain of, one he knew instantly wouldnât let go.Â
Angel had jumped on odds far worse than that.Â
They toppled onto the bed, swallowed by fur and silk. It took some maneuvering, making their strange forms fit but once they found it, it was fucking sweet. Suddenly there was a solid heat between his legs, something to grind into, fireworks exploding behind his eyes when he did. There was a smoky growl in his ear, a heady smell of whiskey and, fuck, Angel could have gotten drunk just off that. His hands moved of their own accord, two anchoring him to the headboard, the other two taking handfuls of soft, impossibly soft fur.Â
âEasyâŚâ Husk rumbled when he pulled a little too hard.Â
âSorry,â Angel Dust purred, splaying his legs wide, rolling his hips harder against Huskâs, âJust feels so good.âÂ
Instead his hands wandered, finding where fur gave way to feather along that strong, broad back. The moment his fingers brushed there, that unfamiliar muscle, Husk jerked and moaned, the hardness in his trousers throbbing.Â
âOh? Kitty liked that, huh?â Angel tittered, pressing one thumb into a hollow at the base of his wing, earning another strangled yowl.Â
âI swear to fuck, if you make me come in my pants like a goddamn teenager, I- fuck, baby, Iâm sensitive there- ahâŚâÂ
âIâd consider it a compliment, honey, donât you worry,â Angel cooed, shivering happily at the way Huskâs chest vibrated when he touched him, like he was an instrument he could play.Â
âCall me old fashionedâŚâ
Suddenly they were rolling, Angel Dustâs stomach dropping dizzily for a moment until he found himself straddling Husk, who was smirking up at him.Â
âBut when Iâm from?â he finished, voice sounding like everything amber and musk and honey in the world, âIf youâre taking a fine man to bed, you let him take his pleasure first. Itâs good manners, see? So how about you tell me what you want, Angel?â
Angel Dust was left with the sudden anxiety of having forgotten his next line in the script. Or worse, heâd never even fucking read it in the first place. The answer, perched miserably on the tip of his tongue was that he didnât know.Â
Heâd gotten too used to sex where the only thing that mattered was getting a good review, any pleasure he got was a secondary concern. Heâd taught himself to like whatever his partner was willing to give, even when it called him a whore, even when it was too much, even when it hurt. The real pleasure had been the packet of powder or handful of pills that came after or before, not the sex itself.Â
His confusion must have shown on his face because Huskâs voice gentled, a paw coming up to lightly cup his face, âYou want my mouth or my hands, baby?â
Angel Dust pushed his instincts away, âMouth. I want you to tell me how I taste.â
Rolling again but this time, he enjoyed the free fall. Now Husk was between his legs, drawing down the sweatpants he wore to bed, just enough that he could free Angelâs dick. Angel kicked them the rest of the way off, letting Husk see all of him, legs falling open.Â
âFuckâŚâ his voice was melodic, hypnotic and hypnotized, âYou look fucking gorgeous, babyâŚâ
âAnd itâs all yours,â Angel panted raggedly, wrapping his long legs around Huskâs shoulders. For however long weâve got left.Â
Huskâs purr sounded more like a car engine on its last legs, a rough and slightly threatening sound, but as he nosed and nuzzled at the base of Angelâs cock, it ran through his body like the best warm whiskey. In the dim light of his room, Angel could swear those spots on his wings were glowing, along with his eyes, which were fixed on Angelâs face like he was getting as much pleasure from watching him as he was from licking a broad stripe across his length.Â
Angel hissed, back arching up like his whole body was drawn towards that sensation, âFuck, watch that sandpaper tongueâŚâ
âSorry. Iâm kinda rough all over, baby,â he didnât sound particularly sorry, flashing him a grin but he did ease up, hands taking hold of Angelâs thighs, keeping him spread wide so he could bury his face against him.Â
In the studio, Angel Dust had marks to hit, lines to gasp out, a camera to play up to. With Valentino, he had to make the right noises, he needed to sound scared, he needed to beg. But here, with Husk, out of reach of a script or a contract, he let moans and gasps pour heedlessly from his lips, he moved his body however it felt good. He was loud, loud enough to blow out a mic, he cursed and babbled things that didnât make sense, he just felt .Â
Eventually the fur around Huskâs mouth was soaked, his jaw slack. He was good at this, unfairly good, lips and teeth and tongue all as skilled as youâd expect from someone whoâd made a living by them. But now Angel Dust was the sole focus of their attention and he was drawn tight as a bow, ready to snap.Â
âCome for me, baby,â Huskâs rasp was almost animalistic now, âLet me hear you fucking sing.â
Angel Dust was more than happy to give him exactly what he asked for, giving a broken, soaring cry as his orgasm crashed over him, sinking him down into such an overwhelming sensation that he soon lost sight of the surface. Panic threatened but then a voice echoed to him.Â
âCan I kiss you?â
âYesâŚâ his own voice didnât feel attached to his body so it was free to answer truthfully.
It was those lips that brought him back, a mouth that tasted of salt and opened to warmth, arms coming to circle him and anchor him down. Angel moaned, not able to care that his voice cracked unflatteringly as he did.Â
âBabyâŚâ
âI got you, Angel, you did good, you tasted fucking incredibleâŚâ Huskâs wings settled over them, shielding him from the pink glow of his room.Â
He didnât know how to tell him that the praise threatened to break him all over again, so Angel took charge this time, needing all four of his limbs to press the stronger demon into the mattress.Â
He licked the taste of his own come off Huskâs fangs and drew back just enough to gasp out, âYouâre gonna fuck me so hard and so deep that if I go down tomorrow, Iâm going down with your spunk inside me.â
âOf course thatâs your fucking last wish,â Huskâs laugh was a gorgeous thing, a rough bark that made Angel think of smoky jazz lounges from another time.Â
He couldnât help but smile, even if it was mostly bemusement, he wasnât used to laughing during sex. It did feel pretty fucking good, he had to admit, having a genuine grin on his face as he pulled open Huskâs trousers. Though it quickly fell into awe at what jumped out and damn near smacked him in the teeth.
âHoly fuck!â Angel grinned in delight, one arm having good sense and stretching out to snag the bottle of lube in his bedside table, âIs that an overlord thing? They took the power but they let you keep the massive cock?â
âShut up,â Husk rolled his eyes, where they snagged on the two hands now soaking their fingers and reaching around to his ass, âMmâŚyouâre so beautiful, you know that?â
âHeard a couple of people mention it,â Angel grinned down at him, shivering pleasantly as his hands got to work.Â
Huskâs eyes burned in the dim light, âYeah. But do you know it?â
Angel Dust faltered, eyelids half closed. Another question whose answer flitted on his tongue but he didnât want to let it go.Â
And again, he didnât have to. Husk pulled him down, bending him near in half to kiss him. Unable to wait a moment more, his slicked hands grasped at Huskâs cock, drawing a hiss out of him that he gratefully swallowed. Angel sighed through the stretch and burn, sitting back and slowly, achingly slowly, every inch of Husk disappeared into him.Â
Angel was used to pleasures that dissolved quickly on his tongue and in his nose, leaving cold, bitter metal behind. This was something entirely new, something that felt like it was etching itself on every cell in his body, redefining words he thought heâd known inside and out. Pleasure. Sex. Need.Â
âHuskâŚâ his voice was a tremulous, faint thing, like he was afraid to be heard.Â
âOh, I knew youâd be like nothing else, babyâŚâ the other demon groaned, thrusting up into him after a moment to let him settle.Â
There was no awkward shuffling now, they moved like a dance, like they could hear some music that didnât exist outside of their bloodstreams. Huskâs hips rolled, Angel arched, two arms thrown up over his head, two others raking down his loverâs chest, leaving deep grooves in his fur. Before, his mouth had been occupied but now Husk sounded like- what else? -a cat in heat, yowling and gasping.
âThatâs it, baby, take it, fucking take it, you feel so fucking good, Angel,â he moaned it like a title rather than just a name, like heâd done anything to deserve it.Â
âAw fuckâŚâ Angel Dust felt like he was going to shake apart, there wasnât room inside him for all of this, he didnât know where to put it all.Â
But he did know that he was about to come, hard. It was unstoppable, undeniable, and if he was half the pornstar he thought he was, Husk was on his heels. It was in the way his voice had shifted up a few notes, the way his grip on Angelâs hips had grown desperate, the break in the otherwise metronome perfect rhythm of his thrusts.Â
And that terrified Angel. All the fear heâd expected to find down in the bar, it thickened the air in his lungs like heâd taken an inhale from a real bad batch. Fuck, please, it canât be over already.Â
But this was a fall that had to end. Huskâs hips shifted, heating that sweet spot inside him dead on and he was lost, every muscle tensing as he surrendered to his release. It was sweet and the low roar of his own name, the heat flooding so deep inside him he could damn near taste it, that was sweeter. This time when he broke, he willed himself to stay in those depths, stay in pieces, there was nothing for him on the surface.Â
But there was that voice again.Â
âAngelâŚfuck, that wasâŚthat was amazing, IâŚAngel?â
His muscles must have switched off at some point but Husk had caught him, he was sprawled out across the other demonâs chest, their bodies still joined somewhere within the lovely, thrumming haze where the rest of him used to be. But his eyes prickled, heat running down his cheek, dripping onto Huskâs fur where oh fuck no, heâd felt itâŚ
Angel flinched back from the sting of his own tears, bringing an arm up to try and hide, like there was even any point. He rolled off Husk, hunching down as small as heâd go, shoulders trembling.Â
âItâs nothing, IâŚâ What are you doing, idiot? â...donât worry about it, itâll stopâŚâ Dumb fucking slut, youâre ruining it! â...just give me a second to put myself togetherâŚâ Like you have any right, get a grip âIâm sorry.â
âAngel.â
He listened miserably, waiting for the creak as the bed lifted without his wait, waiting for the sound of soft paws on the floor and the click of the door closing behind him. But it never came.Â
âAngel, can I touch you? That alright, baby?â
He managed to nod, surprise mostly shocking his muscles into moving. There was a shift, a whisper of silk and then soft fur as strong arms wrapped around his middle, embracing him with a deliberate light touch that would let Angel pull away at any point. Another heartbeat, slowing as the adrenaline ebbed away, drummed against his back like a knock at the door.Â
âDo you want to talk about it?â Husk murmured against the fur between Angelâs shoulder blades.Â
âNah,â Angel croaked, inhaling deeply, finding that warm whiskey smell again and relaxing, âWe ainât got the time.â
âFair enough,â he accepted it easily, much to Angelâs relief, âJust get some sleep, okay? Iâm gonna stay right here.âÂ
 He couldnât help it, however much it made him feel like a child, âPromise?â
âOf course I promise, Angel,â there was an edge of sadness to his voice, more than the usual, not at having to say it again but at the fact that he needed to ask, âIâll stay as long as youâll have me. However long we got left.â
Angel smiled grimly. The second wasnât fucking long enough to allow him the first. Just his luck to find exactly what heâd been looking for in the last few hours he had to live.Â
But he would take what heâd been given. Angel always had.Â
He turned, burying his face in Huskâs chest, feeling his rough but pleased chuckle, âBest roll of the dice I think I ever made, coming to your doorâŚâ
Angel Dust allowed himself a moment to smile at that. To feel wanted. To feel precious. Whatever happened tomorrow, heâd remember this feeling.Â
Whatever happened tomorrow, he wouldnât face it alone.Â
#huskerdust#hazbin hotel#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#smut#please reblog and comment!#just a little idea of what could have happened before the finale episode
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Has/will Helle gift Beck anything? How would beck respond? (Ideally other then pain or vampirism lmao)
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tw vampire whumper, invasion of privacy, dont worry tho its all silly
"Is this... for me?" Beck asked, unsure how to feel about the little box with a nice-looking bow on top. There was no fucking way Helle remembered his birthdayâ there was no way they even knew when it was.
"It is your birthday, is it not?" Their smile didn't waver, nor did their hand holding... his present, apparently. "You can just take it, you know. You do not have to make it awkward."
They were right. The sooner this odd situation was over, the better. "Thank you," he forced out as he took the box, careful not to touch Helle's hand along with it. "I'll... take a look later."
Helle hummed in acknowledgement, plopping down onto the sofa as if this really was all perfectly normal. "It is yours, do whatever you wish with it."
Beck placed the gift on top of the dresser, still puzzled as to why Helle didn't push for it to be opened right away. Was it really not a trap? Was it really just some ordinary trinket? "Okay, I knowâ I know you said I don't have to make it awkwardâ"
"But you cannot help yourself, can you?" He could hear the smile in their voice as they said it. "No, it is not a trick. No, it is not a bomb. No, it is not poison. Anything else you might worry your pretty little head about?"
"Well, um... n-no, that's, that's a pretty good list." He stayed standing, wringing his hands nervously. "Can't you tell me what it is? I'd feel a lot better if, if you just told me."
"No."
"Butâ"
"Be a good boy and stop trying to ruin your own surprise."
Beck bit his lip, trying to ignore the way it made him feel whenever Helle called him a good boy. Like some dog. He glanced at the present one last time, then went to sit down on the sofa as well. If they weren't telling, then they wouldn't get to see his reaction to whatever nefarious thing they'd managed to fit in a box so small. "Fine," he muttered, unbearably annoyed that Helle didn't even seem to care.
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As soon as Beck left his bedroom the next morning, his eyes fell upon Helle's mystery box on the dresser. They weren't in the apartment anymore... and admittedly, he was deathly curious, just like the cat.
He picked it up cautiously, still expecting something murderous despite the vampire's reassurances. The ribbon wasn't coated in any suspicious powder or liquid, and the top of the box slid off without detonating anything, revealing a smaller, flatter box inside.
He took that one out as well, taking a deep breath before undoing the small clip on the side of it. Nothing dangerous happened; the only thing inside was a piece of paper, neatly folded in half. He was just about to get frustrated with Helle's stupid prank when he noticed the thing underneath.
"Holy shit," he whispered, staring at the gold coin in disbelief. It was the exact one he'd been looking at for ages, the one he'd been saving up for, the one he'd never told anyone about because it was so silly and expensive. He'd wanted it since the year it'd come out â some halloween special for the rich, with his favourite mariana fruit bats on either side of it.
Was this actually the real thing? Did Helle pay half a grand so he could have a little bat coin for his birthday?
He unfolded the note, still in a bit of a daze.
'I suppose we both got our little gifts â your browsing history was positively delightful.
Love,
Helle'
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tsukishima gets turned on watching you try on your new cosplay & you tease him a lot
Tags: NSFW, MDNI, timeskip!tsukki, fem-bodied reader, mild pet play, teasing, grinding, riding him (doesn't actually get to it though), sex suggestive, praise
You trying on your new cosplay while your boyfriend tsukishima lays in bed on his phone. Heâd been watching you take pictures and has been answering your questions about what he thinks of it. As he looks at you he canât help but notice the way the outfit fits you perfectly. Every curve and angle of your body being hugged so attractively by the fabric. And the things he liked the most- the way your skirt reached far enough as to only just barely cover your ass and the way the topâs fabric tightened at your chest, your boobs a little too big for it. Without realizing it he found himself more than just glancing at you like this, and rather shamelessly studying your body as horny thoughts flooded his mind and painted a blush across his cheeks. You had a cute choker on and wore a cute little bow in your soft hair. He loved it. After realizing his state, Kei glances away, embarrassed as he subtly readjusts his position on the bed, trying to bring his focus back to his phone. He feels his cock ache, and his face burns hotter. âWhat do you think of these?â You turn around to face him. Your hands are pressing a cat ear headband to your head, looking at him so cutely with doe eyes. He glances at you looking like this with the cat ears on and feels his cock throb. âcute.â He says, quickly looking back at his phone as his face burns so hot. You take note of his reaction right away, realizing the way heâs feeling. Your lips turn up playfully.
âOh wait, what about these?â You say, drawing his attention to you as you bend over to pick up another pair of cat ears. Purposefully bending all the way down, exposing your panties and ass to him; the outline of your cunt clear. He doesnât say anything after, too flustered to speak as his cock grows. You walk over towards the bed and get on it with him, sitting on the opposite corner. You sit on your legs, your two hands resting together against the bed in front of your knees, so cutely. Youâre leaned so he could see the cleavage that your top exposed, the fabric squeezing the soft flesh tight. âWhatâs wrong kei? Did I make you hard?â You tease him, your eyes wide and innocent as you look at his blushed, hot cheeks. He glances at you sitting like this on the bed, his eyes fixating themselves on the way your top is squeezing your soft breasts, and the way you look so cute with those cat ears on- and that position.. He feels his cock pulse as his cheeks burn hotter. You smirk before getting on all fours, lowering your elbows to stick your ass in the air, shaking your hips side to side as you look at him with doe eyes. Your short, tight skirt reveals your ass and soft, pretty panties. Kei gulps, so flustered he doesnât know what to do with himself. âDo you want to fuck me, kei?â You ask him, innocently as you shake your hips in the air. He puts a hand on his hot blushed face, his slender fingers sliding underneath his glasses to cover his eyes. âFuck..â He says, fluster clear in his voice as he sets his phone down. Youâve completely caught him. Youâre turning him on so bad. This brings a grin to your lips.
You crawl over to sit on his lap, sitting right below where his hard cock pokes against his sweatpants so heavily. You lean down and press your tongue to the fabric that clings to his aching cock, slowly dragging it across his length, you feel it twitch underneath you. âOh god kei youâre so hard..â You tease, innocently against his cock. He furrows his eyebrows and grits his teeth, so turned on he felt heâd burst. You take two fingers and slide them down the length of his cock slowly, applying slight pressure. âYou have such a perfect cock, baby..â You say, your voice so soft and sweet, it drives him further to the edge. âWant it in my mouth so bad..â You say, pressing your tongue against the fabric again and leaving a longer lick. You trail up to the bottom hem of his white shirt, pulling it up to expose his toned body. You press your lips hotly to his stomach, your hands holding his side and feeling his body completely, running your fingers along his muscle. Your kisses trail to his neck. âMmm.. can you fuck me baby? PleaseâŚâ You hum into his ear, your fingers entangled in his soft blond hair. You nibble on his earlobe gently. âYou can do anything you want to me. Iâll even suck the cum off your perfect cock when you finish.. tastes so good..â You hum, teasing him further before you lick his neck slowly. He sharply inhales- sensitive to your pleasure- a flustered horny mess with his hard cock poking against his sweatpants shamefully. You smile against his neck before moving back to sitting on his lap. Youâre on top of his cock now, and you feel it twitch beneath you. He looks at you through his slender fingers. Youâre sat on his lap with your arms pressed against your chest, your two hands pressed against each other up beneath your chin, your fists resembling paws with your head tilted to the side. Your cunt gently rubbing against his cock. You reach for his hand and you bring it to the zipper of your too-tight top. Blood rushes to his cock, so intensely turned on. He takes the zipper in his fingers and pulls it down slowly, your boobs jiggling free, cum drooling from his aching tip upon the sight. His hands are automatically drawn to them, taking a handful of each one with blushed hot cheeks and an aching cock. You place your hands on his, leaning into his touch as you grind your cunt against his long throbbing cock. You softly moan as you feel his big, slender hands squeeze your boobs so pleasingly. âAre you gonna fuck me kei?â You ask, innocently as you look into his eyes. You move his hands, pressing them against your lower stomach. âNeed to feel you in here baby..â You say, meeting his eyes. Your boyfriend looks so flustered as he lets a smirk turn up the corners of his devious lips.
âOh yeah? You need me?â He teases, voice low yet soft. He rubs your lower stomach with his big, slender hands. You softly moan, âYes baby, mmm right now.â You say, grabbing his wrists weakly to push his hands against you further, your body leans into his touch. One of his hands escapes your hold and trails under your skirt, fingers feeling how wet you are as you whimper- he smirks, pleased. You grind your hips against him and you feel his long aching cock throb beneath you. âGood girl, so fucking wet for meâ He says, the tip of his finger teasingly grazing your aching clit- making you whimper. His hands meet at the band of his sweatpants, pulling them down before pulling his long cock free. Cum already leaking from his weeping slit. His slender fingers spread his milky cum down his long shaft, making you ache. âBe a good slutty kitten and ride me.â He says, his hands pushing your tiny skirt up, his long slender fingers looping around the band of your soaked panties, pulling them down. âYes masterâ
#I completely believe he would want you to put on cosplay for him#I think he'd find it so hot#he'd buy you a slutty maid outfit he thought would be cute#tsukishima smut#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima x reader smut#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader smut#petplay!tsukishima
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Meltdown (Petrigrof)
Wordcount: 2.05k.
Type: One-Shot, SFW
Warnings: None, really.
Summary: After a long, stressful day, Simon has a meltdown and Betty helps him through it.
Extra Notes: Hello, hello! Iâm writing again, yay!! I felt proud enough to post this little one-shot of Petrigrof! I donât see enough fics that depict Simon as autistic, so I wrote one myself! And⌠itâs him having a meltdown, hahaâ but hey, itâs something! This is also based on a personal experience of mine, so thereâs that. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
With the gentle pattering of rain against the window and the warm air flowing through the heater in the corner, Betty sank into the covers of her bed, bundled up in her favorite brown, woolen blanket. Beside her was a hot mug of lemon balm tea that she occasionally sips to help her go to sleep.
In her hand, she held a sketchpad with small sketches of random objects around the room, assumingly for an art project, or maybe just as general practice. She had recently begun picking up this hobby again, as she had been so busy with other things, such as her expeditions and research papers for other minor classes she had. Betty enjoyed making pieces for herself, although she very seldom mentions her love for art to others for reasons of⌠well, no one really cared enough to ask.
Well, all except Simon.
Speaking of SimonâŚ
Itâs just about 8 PM right now. Itâs pretty dark, and Simon still hasnât come home from his afternoon class. Betty mused on where he mightâve gone. Perhaps working a bit later than usual, which was a somewhat common occurrence with him. Heâs known to be quite the workaholicâŚ
âI wish he wouldnât push himself so hardâŚâ Betty thought, frowning slightly.
No matter, sheâll have to give him a good âscoldingâ when he arrives home.
âŚWell, not an actual scolding. He hated getting those, as it always triggered his PDA.
After a bit of time passes, sheâs finally finished and decided to put a pin in it for tonight. Her main worry seems to be her lover who still hasnât arrived yet. What was he doing?
âHeâs probably just working a little late, Betty. Nothing to worry about..â Betty mumbled, taking a sip of her tea and letting out a soothing hum. What a wonderful, serene-feeling taste.
Just then, Betty heard the front door slam from downstairs. Betty quickly turns towards the bedroom door and begins to climb out of bed but pauses when heavy footsteps start trudging up the stairs, then stopping momentarily. She waited quietly for any sudden movement when the quiet steps grew louder as they approached the door.
As expected, the door swung wide open, which startled Betty a little. Standing there was a⌠sopping wet cat who seemed to have, unfortunately, been caught in the storm of the hour. His clothes were drenched in rainwater, dripping onto the floor. His tousled hair cast downward as it stuck to his cheeks and foreheadâ but he desperately wiped the stray hairs away from his wet face. He looked⌠terrible âwith his vest and shirt slightly unbuttoned to where the collar barely touched his neck, his bow tie clenched tightly in his hand.
Simon stood in the doorway for a moment with his head hung low. It felt like, as soon as he stepped through, he just⌠fell apart. His hands found his head and he gripped a fistful of dark brown locks, then an exasperated and strangled groan tumbled out of his throat. Betty immediately ran to his side, attempting to touch his face but he jerked back from her, vigorously shaking his head. Betty was a little confused and slightly perturbed at first, but upon observing him more, his body language told her everything she needed to know. The way he trembled in front of her, arms up in a more defensive position like a scared little kitten despite having his hands tangled in his hair. Betty knew what this was.
âOkay, no gentle touching, alright.. uhm ,â Betty made her way to one of the lamps in her room and turned it off. âHere, Iâll turn off some of the lights for you, okay?â
Simon nodded, running a hand through his soggy locks. Glob, he was so glad to be home, home to his lover. She always knew what to do when he had these moments. Moments where his body shut down and wouldnât cooperate with him no matter how hard he tried. Moments where every single article of clothing on his body felt like sandpaper scraping against his skin. How much it hurt to utter a single word. No matter how much he mightâve wanted to, it felt like walking barefoot on pins and needles while everyone else but him came prepared with steel-toe boots.
Simonâs wet clothes clung to his shivering body. He hated the feeling of wet clothes, he hated it. He desperately peeled the clothes off his body and they hit the floor with a gentle âthump â. Betty scrounges around in the closet for his favorite blanket while glancing back at her lover every few minutes. She could feel him trembling from afar, even as warm air encircled him, and in those moments, she wished that sheâd been there when this first started so she could have helped him through it.
âOkay, letâs get you wrapped up,â Betty pulls out the navy blue blanket and scurries over to him. He seemed to have already stripped himself of his clothes, to which she wrapped the soft blanket around his shivering body and led him to their bed. âIâll get you some water⌠do you want some water?â
Wiping his tear-stained face, Simon nods and tries to bask in the warmth of his blanket and the heat from the heater, now that he laid closer to it. Betty opens the door and glances back at Simon with a gentle smile before closing the door and running down the stairs.
Not long after, Betty comes back with the water and places it on his bed stand. He seemed to have dove under the covers again with only his head poking out from his blanket. Betty chuckles, climbing over to the other side of the bed and laying beside him. Upon observing him closer, his scleras were bloodshot red, like heâd been crying for a while. Simon scooted closer and stared into her eyes for a moment before looking at the sketch pad in the space between them. Betty slowly turned to the book and picked it up, placing the pad in his lap. She figured he might want to say something without straining his voice since heâd gone non-verbal.
Simonâs hand snakes out from beneath the covers and he takes the pencil attached to the pad then flips to a blank page. Betty watches him curiously as he begins to write something down in a slow, gradual manner, his face softening the more he writes. He flipped the page over and she couldnât help it when the corners of her mouth rose to her cheeks.
âThank you, I love youâ
Betty resisted the urge to take him into her arms and pepper his face with kisses. Alternatively, she takes his free hand and squeezes it firmly.
âI love you too, Simon.â
Simon flips the pad back around and begins scribbling something else.
âI need more pressureâ
Realizing what he meant, Betty nods and begins climbing on top of him, aligning the side of her face with his own, and dropping most of her body weight onto him.
âHowzzat? That enough for you? Twice for no, once for yes.
Simon taps her once and she smiles against his face. She looks to him for permission, which he does give, then proceeds to wrap her arms around him and give him a firm squeeze. A small giggle escaped his lips as Betty held him in her arms.
After a while, Betty found herself growing more drowsy by the hour. Really, she had only been rambling to Simon about her day and other miscellaneous things. Only after a few minutes of talking did she hear the gentle snoring of the man whoâd curled up beside her with the slow rise and fall of his chest. She thought that now it might be a good note to end off for tonight.
Leaning over the sleeping man, she pulls the cord to their dimmed lamp light then snuggles up against him. With a soft glittering of her eyes, she drifts into a soundless, serene sleep.
ââââââââââââââââââââ
âMmhh⌠five more⌠minutesâŚâ
A chuckle escaped the manâs lips as he shook his lover once more. Betty stirred but her eyes stayed shut. After a few more gentle shakes, Betty groaned, rubbing her eyes before sitting up slightly and opening her groggy eyes to look at him. She sighs and gives him a tired smile.
âAh, morning⌠howâd you sleep?â
Simon pressed his lips against her forehead. âI slept alright, you?â
Bettyâs smile only grew when she heard his voice. Ever since last night, heâd been quiet as a church mouse, so hearing his voice again, it quelled that lingering anxiety she didnât realize she had inside.
âHeyyy, youâre talking again! And I slept alright myself. Iâm assuming youâre feeling better after your meltdown last nightâŚâ
âIndeed,â Simon lays against the bed frame, his bare chest exposed to the warmth of their room. âThank you, again⌠last night was really⌠stressfulâ for me. Iâuhm⌠glob, I was suppressing that for a whileâŚâ
Betty pouts, gently jabbing him in his side. âYou dumb-dumb, why did you suppress it? You know thatâs not good and⌠you can step out of class, you donât need to prioritize your work if your nervous system is donking out!â
âAhmâ I was doing another presentation, and a lot of smaller things kept building up⌠and before I knew it, it almost happenedâ in the middle of it. That same guy threw another⌠book at me today. Starting to reconsider this whole thing, honestlyâŚâ
Betty huffed. âAgain?? Who was it, was it the same guy? I should really teach that guy a lessonââ
âNo, no⌠itâs okay,â Simon waved his hands. âYou donât⌠itâs fine. Please donât.â
âNo, because whatâs this guyâs fascination with throwing shit at you??â
Simon shrugs. âNo idea, but itâs fine. Iâll manage.â
âSimonâŚâ
âI promise itâs fine, dear. If itâll make you feel better, the next time it happens, Iâll give them a lecture on presentation etiquette, how does that sound?â
That was mostly a joke.
âYou sound like you want a book to be thrown at you.â
Simon chuckles, scratching his nape. âAlright, bad joke.â
Betty chuckles right along with him until theyâre both laughing at his really stupid lecture joke. The laughter soon died down though as the two climbed out of bed, raising their arms to stretch.
It only took Simon a few seconds to realize he wore only his underwear, which he remembered was a result of yesterday where his damp clothes lay bundled still near the doorway, so he made his way towards the closet to search for his spare PJs heâd leave here in her room.
Betty, being her usual self, stares lovingly at his backside, especially towards the lower region. She folds her arms and smirks to herself.
âHey, are you working on your glutes?â
Simon blinks, trying to process what she just said. He slowly turns around, perplexed. âWhat?â
âLike⌠glute exercises.â
It took him a minute, but it finally clicked and his cheeks began to burn at the question. He rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
âOh, haha . Ass joke, funny. I donât⌠workout, thatâs just how it naturally looks.â
âThat just makes it better!â
âBetty.â
Betty giggles, embracing him from behind and nuzzling into his cheek. âOkay, okay⌠I get it, too earlyâŚâ
He huffs. âWay too earlyâŚâ
âApologieeesâ Iâll go make us some breakfast while you change . Whatâre you in the mood for?â
Simon finally finds his blue and white-striped pajamas. He slips on and buttons the shirt and then the pants. âPancakes.â
âCool, cool!â
As Betty quickly exited the room, Simon stood beside the closet, pondering over the events of last night. How fast she was able to catch onto his symptoms, how loving and caring she was during the ordeal, how safe he felt when he finally let himself break down in front of her, which he hadnât done in a while.
His lips curled into a warmer smile, feeling content.
Heâs really happy to be with such an amazing person. He wouldnât trade her for anything else in the world.
âI should help her with breakfastâŚâ He finally said, closing the closet door and making his way downstairs to his soon-to-be wife.
#simon petrikov#betty grof#simon petrikov adventure time#betty grof adventure time#no beta we die like winter king#not beta read#hurt/comfort#Betty is a wonderful wife#theyâre not really engaged in this though#pre canon#Betty likes art in my eyes#No Iâm not projecting wdym#adventure time#adventure time fionna and cake#simon petrikov fionna and cake#autistic things#autistic meltdown#autistic simon petrikov#petrigrof#fionna and cake
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Kitty Maid - Prologue
Iâm nothing special. Iâm an ordinary maid working under the ever elusive Diluc Ragnvindr. I canât say I absolutely love my job. but the pay is quite luxurious. Now, how could I pass up such a kind offer? I digress. My name is Y/N, and Iâve been a maid in Dawn Winery for 3 years now. My life is very simple. I wake up, clean myself up, make my trek to dawn winery, perform my job, and leave.Â
HoweverâŚ
I cannot deny that ogling Diluc has also become a normal part of my schedule. I canât help it, really. Heâs a handsome, rich man, and he never mistreats his workers. Itâs not that I have a crush on the Master, but more-so high respect for him. At least, thatâs what I keep telling myself.
Right now, Iâm in my own home, standing in my vanity. I turn my head to the right side, inspecting the right side of my face. I turn to the left, inspecting the left side of my face. I look presentable enough, I think to myself. I flash a smile at myself in the mirror before twirling in my maid uniform. Itâs very comfortable. Master Diluc takes very good care of his workers, down to making sure that the fabric they wear is comfortable. I stop, turning to face my bed. My cat, Eleanor, is fast asleep, her miniature form sinking into the softness of the covers as she purrs in content.Â
I saunter over to her position on the bed, my body sinking down right next to her. I run my fingers through her fur lightly.
Surprisingly enough, I never actually wanted a cat. Itâs not that I hate or like them, I just didnât feel the need to have a pet.
That was until my little girl stumbled towards my door. Coincidentally, that was the same day I first started working for the Dawn Winery. Iâd just arrived home that afternoon, tired and ready to pass out. I approached my door, stopping a few feet away when I noticed a strange clump of matter on my front doorstep. She was only a tiny kitten, and had already managed to endure the harshness of the world. Her fur was bloodied and matted, and she looked just about ready to give up.
We couldnât have that, no no.
Without hesitation, I picked her up with gentle hands, welcoming her into my humble abode.
Iâd like to believe that she was thankful for my help, because after that day, she cozied right up to me, rubbing up against my legs as soon as I came home.Â
I smile at the fond memory, before my face morphs into one of shock. Oh no. Iâm going to be late! I carefully stand up. Eleanor lifts her fluffy head up, blinking the sleep out of her eyes as she watches me.Â
âMeow?âÂ
I huff a sigh. I donât want to leave her either, but at least one of us has to be strong enough to leave the bed and make mora to keep a roof over our heads.
My heels clack as I make my way towards the front door. Eleanor leaps down from the bed, her paws padding against the floor as she approaches me. She rubs up against my legs, and I resign my efforts to leave without petting her one last time. I lean down, rubbing her head.
âGoodbye, Ellie. Iâll be home shortly.âÂ
She purrs in response. I open my front door, the morning sun leaking into the house, beginning my journey to the mansion.
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Adelinde scolds one of the maids. The maid holds her head low, clearly embarrassed by her mistake.
âDonât be so hasty! Clean carefully, or youâll knock something over.â
âY-yes, Ms. AdelindeâŚâ
I quietly enter the mansion, attempting to walk by Adelinde without being noticed. I really donât feel like getting reprimanded for being late again.
Of course, my efforts are in vain, for she turns around the moment I think Iâm in the clear. Itâs like she has a sixth sense.
âYoung lady!â
I stiffen before dropping my shoulders. I slowly turn to face her, bowing my body in respect.
âMs. AdelindeâŚyou look quite beautiful today.â
She rolls her eyes. âWhy, thank you. However, flattery will only get you so far.â She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing. âCare to explain why youâre late this time?â
Quick, think of an excuse! I clear my throat, straightening back up. âI apologize, Ms. AdelindeâŚI was stopped by a group of hilichurls on my way here.â I explain, smiling as I hope she doesnât question it.
Adelindeâs eyes scrutinize my outfit. She closes her eyes. She takes in a large breath of air before pinching the bridge of her nose and exhaling. âIf youâre going to lie, at least make it believable.â She slowly opens her eyes again, looking directly into mine. âI canât keep excusing your tardiness, y/n.â Her eyes suddenly shift to a look of sympathy. âI donât know whatâs going on, nor will I invade your privacy, but you must get it together.â She scolds lightly.
I nod, looking away from her eyes. I didnât mean to disappoint her. Iâll have to make a few adjustments to my morning schedule, it seems.
Ha. Maybe being a cat would be easier. I envy Eleanor sometimes.
 I bow my head before turning to get to work.
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What a long dayâŚI can barely keep my eyes open. I yawn, deciding that it's time to get a move on. I say my goodbyes to the maids of the winery. As I walk, I think about my day. HmâŚhow oddâŚI hadnât seen the young master all day. I shake my head. Itâs none of my business, really. Heâs a busy man, with running the winery and Angelâs Share.
As Iâm thinking, I forget to watch where Iâm walking.
Oof!
I bump into something hard. I fall down onto my butt.
âOh, dear me!â A feminine voice says. I rub my back, groaning in pain from the fall.
I crack my eyes open. She offers out a hand to me. I gingerly take it, allowing myself to be lifted back up to my feet.
âI do apologize. I hope youâre alright.â She exclaims, holding onto my hand as she examines me for any injuries.
I canât see her face. Itâs covered by the large hat she wears on her head.Â
The mysterious woman gasps. I snap my eyes up to where Iâd assume hers are, only to see her looking down. A shattered glass bottle lays at my feet, and a strange purple mist seeps out of it in my direction. My eyes widen as I quickly shuffle backwards.
âPlease forgive me!â The lady, who I have now assumed to be a witch, apologizes profusely. Despite her apologies, she quickly makes an escape into a portal. I cough, beginning to wheeze as the world quickly spins around me.
Before long, everything goes black.
I awaken again, feeling groggy.
The first thing I notice is that Iâm no longer outside.
The second thing I notice is that Iâm in a luxurious bed with soft sheets and incredibly soft pillows.
The third thing I notice isâŚ
WHAT THE HELL?!
I sit up, looking down at my hands.
Or ratherâŚ
My soft kitty paws.
I begin to breathe heavily.Â
This is a dream, right?
Right?
Okay, time to wake upâŚ
Now.
Right now.
FUCK!
I slap myself across the face with a soft paw. My heart sinks when I feel the impact.
My eyes widen. I run my âhandsâ over my face, feeling the soft fur underneath my paw pads.
Okay. This is real. Oh archonsâŚ
Iâm not dreaming.
My body stiffens when I feel something shift next to me on the bed. I slowly turn my head. Normally, this low light would be hard for me to see through.Â
HoweverâŚI donât think that applies now. Iâm aâŚa cat now. That feels weird to think about.
My breath hitches when I see the unmistakable soft red locks that drape across the pillow.
And the fourth thing I noticedâŚ
âŚIs that Iâm in Diluc Ragnvindrâs bed.
And Diluc Ragnvindr is asleep right next to me.
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RWBY Recaps: "Rude, Red, and Royal"
Hello, everyone! Thank you all for your patience in waiting for this <3.
Timeâs âa wastinâ, so letâs dive right in. We open on the girls being escorted by the royal guards up to the palace which, as I said in my last recap, is in no way dependent on Ruby giving up Pennyâs sword. They could have simply been âcapturedâ for the crime of denying His Highness a new birthday present and then, as Ruby does in a few minutes, weasel out a game by asking to cheer him up in recompense. The sword is superfluous to the plot, it doesnât track that it exists in the Ever After, is only shakily compelling in its emotional impact on Ruby and, very soon, will literally be discarded. Though we had some genuinely good emotion last episode, what this could have been - should have been - is still far out of reach.
So theyâre marching along and we get a shot of the palace as well as the... pieces? Monuments? Decorations? Embedded in the earth around them. I like the subtle nod towards a potential battle having taken place and the red stains against the white look - whether intentionally or not - like blood. It begs the question of what exactly occurred when Alyx visited.Â
Yang: âAre we sure we should do this?â
Ruby: âWell, the Red King helped Alyxâ
Weiss: âWeâre not Alyxâ
Real talk: I'm sick of team conversations consisting of the girls vaguely disagreeing with Ruby and then immediately bowing to her whim. This is, structurally, the same exchange we got in Volume 7 when Ruby decided to lie to Ironwood. Yang and Oscar go, âI'm not really happy with this :/â Ruby reiterates her position, and then thatâs it, everyone drops the subject. Why? Because Ruby is their leader? That doesnât hold water anymore since Volume 8 gave us a Yang whoâs upset with Rubyâs decisions and actively challenges her role as leader... at least until sheâs suddenly, randomly worried about Blake instead. Now, weâre back to where we were in Volume 7 with Yang (and the others) only making token disagreements for Ruby to ignore. Why is everyone moving backwards in this show?
Never-mind that I actually agree with Ruby here. The girls have been shown plenty of evidence that theyâre broadly repeating Alyxâs story, the fairy tale next depicts a King helping human girls lost in this world, and Weiss already tried - and failed - to just bypass all that and walk her way to the tree. Plus, itâs not like any of these guards pose a threat to the girls. Youâre telling me they can beat the Ace Ops immediately after a major grimm battle, but weâre simultaneously supposed to believe that a bunch of foolish goons made of wood could take them out? So I legitimately donât understand what Weiss and Yangâs hesitation is when all signs point to needing to do this, those signs imply a good outcome, theyâve failed to do anything else, and they are not - for them - in any real danger.
It honestly feels like RT is continually tossing in âdisagreementsâ so that they can claim the team still has diverse and rich relationships, but that only works if you ignore the realities of the situation and the fact that nothing ever comes of this division.
As they make their way the camera shows a bright blue butterfly following them. Given that this isnât the last time weâll see them, I canât help but assume that the butterfly is another character (Alyx? Lewis?), or else is foreshadowing for someone with an association with butterflies. You know, like how we saw a crow a bunch of times when Qrow first showed up to fight Winter. Originally, I thought the butterfly was our Cat, but then the Cat just chases butterflies and tends to disappear rather than transform... so idk. Weâll see.
They arrive at the entrance to the palace and the guards start a big ta-do for His Majestyâs arrival. I'm not sure why the girls are freaking out? Theyâre supposedly oh so knowledgeable about fairy tales, this one in particular, they're going to see the King, but they don't realize that this is how the King is introduced? I can only assume this is an excuse to give us more absurd Weiss animations.
His Majesty arrives and, to the girlsâ shock, heâs definitely not a King. Heâs the Red Prince and the best thing I can say about him is that I really like the sound design. As a puppet, he clinks with every step and that consistency helps sell that this isnât a human child. Other than that though?Â
Oh my god heâs annoying. Like, heâs obviously supposed to be, but heâs annoying to the point where heâs not enjoyable to watch. I saw someone else compare him to Cordovin - an antagonist whose position and beliefs are immediately undermined because the narrative doesn't treat them seriously - but at least Cordovin was capable of holding a conversation without shrieking. Also, note that once again the girlsâ conflict boils down to a joke. Why present them with a legitimately intimidating Prince they have to outwit when you can just give them a temper-tantruming child for the audience to laugh at, complete with snot bubbles?
The Prince doesnât take kindly to them thinking heâs the King. âWell, I never! Coming to someoneâs castle without even know who they are - and on my birthday!â
Eh, heâs kinda got a point lol.
As the Prince goes through his repertoire of screaming and jumping around, one of the guards angrily points out that âif it hadnât been for your kind the King would still be here!â and everyone quickly shushes him.
Okay wait, so the girls are clearly recognizable as human then, right? I ask because thatâs going to come as a huge shock to the Prince later in the episode, but here itâs treated as an obvious fact. How dare you be questioning the Kingâs disappearance when âyour kindâ are the ones who did away with him in the first place. So what are we supposed to take away from this? That this one guard is the only one to realize what the girls are and none of his buddies pick up on what heâs implied because theyâre too busy keeping talk of the King quiet? That all these very obedient, desperate-to-please guards realize the girls are human and didnât bother mentioning that to their Prince?Â
That RT forgot this was supposed to be a Big Secret until the end of the episode and gave us a minor plot hole?
Regardless, Ruby curtseys to introduce herself and itâs cute enough to distract me. That's a nice shot.
The Prince continues to be annoying, to the point where I want to fast-forward through this scene, and Weiss whispers to Blake: âEw. Did I use to be this unbearably pompous?â Weiss, I wish you were still unbearably pompous instead of unbearably ridiculous. Give me the Ice Queen over this goofy idiot any day. Still, Iâm glad that sheâs at least acknowledging her bad attitude from years ago, especially to Blake. Itâs something... but not much. Again, this is primarily functioning as a moment of humor for the audience. Weâre supposed to laugh at the Princeâs antics and Weissâ unfounded worry - she was never that bad! Plus, the story doesnât provide the time for an actual conversation. Like, say, Blake responding that no, you werenât this annoying... you were just horrifically racist, which is worse.
I want everyone to remember that Weiss lost her inheritance and then deliberately escaped her abusive father. She returned to her Kingdom and was active in its destruction, leaving her without a home, without a title, and (to my ever-lasting frustration), no idea what happened to her own former âKing,â Jacques. Sheâs a princess without a throne, without a Kingdom, having spent years struggling with whether sheâll try to lead from that position of power and if so, how. What does it mean to rehabilitate the Schnee name? How does being a huntress and rejecting the 'crown' offered by her father (AKA being head of the company) accomplish that? Now she comes face-to-face with another entitled, bratty ruler who, on some level reminds her of her younger self...
... and we get a single, joke-y line about it.
If this Volume is meant to develop the characters, then actually let them develop. Next episode the girls will go through a literal seconds-long 'journey' that makes me go, "What was the point?" Each of these areas should have something that clearly ties into one of the girls' lifelong goals, acting as a sub-plot to Ruby's Volume-long depression. Visiting a palace with an annoying, abusive Prince is the PERFECT opportunity to let Weiss reflect on her own choices. Yet RWBY, as expected, has squandered it for more humor.
The guards take credit for finding Pennyâs sword, despite Weissâ protest, and present it to the eager, greedy Prince. However, he immediately kicks it away into the hedges because itâs green, not red.Â
Okay, two things. One, as mentioned at the start of the recap I think this is a terrible way to (presumably) end Rubyâs journey with the sword - with the reminder that her 'journey' happened at the tail end of last episode and into the first five minutes of this one. To reiterate: what was the point of any of that? To show us that Ruby is sad about Penny? Yeah, we know that already. Itâs bad enough that the story is trying to give her a grieving arc that should have happened at the end of Volume 3, but the best the story can do is tossing in a sword that shouldn't exist anymore, have Ruby immediately give it up to her enemies, and then leave it behind in the hedges somewhere, forever lost? Iâm not saying the sword wonât show back up - I obviously have no idea what will occur throughout the rest of this Volume - but for now thatâs a real bummer of an ending. Ruby runs to try and grab the sword and the guards block her way, so all she does is whisper, âHow could you?â I donât know, Ruby, maybe he did that because heâs a bratty, literal toy who has no idea why that hunk of aura is emotionally significant to you? The audience knows though, so how about you use that semblance of yours to fly around the guards and grab the sword? Or stay behind to snag it? Or endanger everyone by refusing to leave the palace grounds until youâve found it because fuck everything that's a part of your friend!! Give us something to show that this last piece of Penny means something to you and that youâre willing to fight for it.
I mean, if I had lost a dear friend - twice! - and their weapon was the last reminder I had of them, and the only tether I currently had to my home, and the only means by which I had to defend myself with my scythe missing, Iâd try a little harder to hold onto it. RIP to Ruby but Iâm built different.
I actually really like that the Prince kicked the sword away because yeah, why would he want something green? And as established, he's a brat. But Ruby failed to do anything with that action and that remains oh so disappointing.
Also, second, why isnât Rubyâs presence helping their cause? After all, Ruby is Little RED Riding Hood. The Prince might be mad that the sword is green, but shouldnât he be pleased that one of the girls delivering it is dressed all in red? Take a look at this shot and how perfectly Ruby fits into the aesthetic of his Kingdom:
I kept expecting Rubyâs polite attitude and her overall look to be their key into securing a game. Or, more interestingly, for the Prince to decide that she will be his present instead: the sweet, young, ruby red girl who can play games with him forever and ever (maybe even with a Ruby who'd be tempted to stay because yes, that would be so much simpler...). Yet her coloring - a staple of RWBY's advertising, an in-world symbol of peace - has no influence whatsoever. Itâs moments like that really undermine the arguments that such-and-such had to happen because this is the characterâs inspiration. It clearly doesnât have an impact the other 99% of the time, so why is that suddenly relevant? These girls are in a fairy tale, yet their own fairy tales have no bearing on how they navigate it.
For the crime of trying to present him with a green present, the two guards are taken out into the hedges and beheaded by their fellow soldiers. Now, at this point in the story it's unclear whether they've been killed (because they're clearly sentient beings), or if they're just, uh... disabled? (Because they're wooden toys that can probably lose their heads without actually dying.) Though now that I've written it like that, Option #2 doesn't sound much better, especially in a story that's supposedly exploring disability through one of our main characters. Regardless, the point is that even though the second half of our episode will clarify the guards' fate a bit - more on that later - for now the girls have a reaction like they've been killed. Or at least, they recognize that something truly awful has occurred.
So my question is this: why aren't they doing anything about it? Look, I realize that's a loaded question in the fandom given how often people want to run to the girls' defense - they're too tired, it's too dangerous, you can't possibly expect them to fix the whole world, etc. - but the fact remains that we are watching a story about heroes. So how can they just stand by and watch that happen? Or at least, given that they may not have been able to stop it, why aren't they trying to do something after the fact? Try to make a change? Ruby is grappling with the death of a friend and her own feelings of inadequacy. Weiss is, supposedly, worried about her own position as the heir to an abusive hierarchy. Yet neither of them is interested in doing something about the Prince, only playing nice so that he will help get them home. Is that the standard now? Our heroes will ignore the injustices they come across provided that this ignorance benefits them? That sounds a whole lot like Ironwood overlooking Mantle for his own greater good, something the girls went, 'We condemn wholeheartedly!' about. Toss in the fact that both Weiss and Yang just admitted that they didn't want to ask the Prince for help and you've got a recipe for them working to leave the Ever After in a better place than they arrived, rather than just playing by the harmful rules of Alyx's story in order to get what they want/need.Â
Yes, you can make that 'greater good' claim given that they're trying to get back to fight Salem (and I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't weigh that given my own understanding of Ironwood's actions), but then at the very least give us a conversation where the girls debate the merits of risking a later/nonexistent return to help this world vs. ignoring injustice to help theirs. As it stands, I'm continually underwhelmed - if not outright appalled - by how the girls are depicted. What have they done since Volume 5 to actually help people? The most we've gotten is them trying to clean up messes they'd already made. Toss in the fact that there's no sense of urgency for them to get home - they're just meandering along, taking it slow, dodging the question of what they'll do about Salem when they get there, having cute romance moments on the side - and I simply can't buy that they're ignoring helping others out of a greater good necessity.
'Huntresses are heroes who help people who can't help themselves!' Blake will declare next episode and I'm like, okay, agreed... but when was the last time you helped someone? Was it when you ignored the Prince's horrible domain? Sat drinking tea while Atlas was besieged by grimm? Started a fight until you drew a Leviathan to an unsuspecting city? You've gotta put your actions behind those words, Blake.
And yeah, I get it. This is a small moment. It, like the vast majority of this Volume so far, is not meant to 100% be taken seriously. There's implied humor in the way the guards dig their nails into the path and beg for the Prince to reconsider. But at the end of the day, the story has given us a group of girls who, for the most part, already hate this Prince, watch him 'kill' two subjects due to a subpar birthday present, have a teammate who wants to be better than the caricature in front of her, and then... they do nothing with this.Â
Hey, if Yang is going to be angry all the time, how about she be angry about this? Where's the fire they had back during the Mountain Glenn arc to fix the broken pieces of the world and help those who were most vulnerable? Where's the realization that this is a job and what they want - or even need - will always have to come second to the people they exist to protect?
Given some of the nice beats last episode, I was really hoping that I'd have more to praise in this one.
So Ruby watches this guy kick Penny's precious sword away and 'kill' two subjects. How does she react to that? By politely asking if they can cheer him up, of course. As said, I think Ruby is right that following in Alyx's footsteps is the best chance they've got of getting out of here (according to the information they currently have), but the writing really should have bypassed Yang and Weiss disagreeing if they wanted readers to ignore the moral implications of this. I mean, the Prince outright responds that "Beheading people does cheer me up" and Ruby's got this expression going as she suggests they play a game:Â
We once again see the blue butterfly as it travels down through a tall tower of horns, straight into the chamber where the Prince's game is held. Oh, and we saw it before when the guard is distracted by it flying by and forgets to wish the Prince a happy birthday.
The Prince asks what Ruby will demand of him if she manages to win his game. "There's always a catch," he says. Actually, that's not true. Later the Prince will say, "If you win I will help you with what you ask," but initially his question is, "What exactly do you desire from me in exchange for playing my game?" As someone who loves fairy tales and constantly hopes RWBY is going to be more smartly written than it actually is, I jumped on that with an, "Ah ha! Rookie move, Prince! It doesn't matter now if you cheat to win the game, your original offer was to gift the girls something simply for playing, regardless of who comes out on top." Of course, RT didn't realize they'd written that loophole, this isn't even a cool world where loopholes matter, so absolutely nothing comes of this.
Still playing at the polite little subject, Ruby curtsey's again and tries a compliment: "Your Majesty, you are as wise as you are..." and then she stumbles, unsure of how to praise someone who's such an asshole. Little comes to the rescue - sort of - by whispering in Ruby's ear. She blurts "small" before she can think better of it.
To everyone's shock it goes over well with the Prince. I'm unsure if this is meant to imply that Little actually knew what the Prince would like to hear, or if they just chose a descriptor they were familiar with and ran with it. The latter seems a lot more likely to me, given the ongoing joke that Little is far less useful than they continually claim they are and the fact that, by their own admission, theyâre an incredibly young mouse who has never traveled past their own acre. How in the world would they know about royal customs?Â
Now in a better mood, the Prince agrees to take the girls to the tree if they win the game (not merely play with him). Ruby settles in and asks how they play, which sets off over-the-top laughter from the Prince and guards alike. I suppose this is just supposed to be off-putting or something? Thereâs no comment along the lines of, âYou donât know how to play [insert fantasy game here]? Everyone knows it! I play it with every subject who passes my way!â The Prince just starts explaining the rules, easy as you please. I can only chalk this moment up to the writers trying to get a, âTheyâre so weird and vaguely scaryâ reaction from the audience.
The actual rules are, frankly, unimportant. To the story, I mean. They have absolutely no bearing on who wins. Not just because the Prince is cheating from the get-go, but because the function of the game is to send all your pieces forward during the same turn and whichever piece wins their battle against the opposing side get to stay there. You could finish the game in two turns, tops--which is precisely what happens. Fool that I was, I had hoped that RT would put more thought into the game-battle that takes up the majority of the episode. You know, maybe hampering the girlsâ combat abilities through a set of difficult rules theyâre forced to follow, necessitating that Ruby step up as the teamâs strategist for the first time in years and find a way to win through means other than brute force, even if the end result is still a technical loss due to cheating. I thought this might amount to something other than throwing 3/4ths of the team onto a battlefield with weak goons and letting them go to town, the trappings of rules and a game board and a puppet(tier) existing as more than just a distracting backdrop. Functionally, this is no different from the Prince angrily sending all his guards against Team RWBY, hoping to behead them for the crime of bringing him a green birthday present. We could have gotten this exact battle outside of the game, which makes the game itself superfluous. Which, you know, sucks when the girls are traversing a Wonderland-esque world where their ignorance should be their biggest weakness. But it turns out theyâve always been familiar with this fairy tale, Blakeâs worry that theyâre repeating Alxyâs mistakes is dismissed, and the girls donât actually have to play the games theyâre forced into. They can just punch things!Â
Am I glad that we actually got some combat in the combat show this week? Absolutely. However, this has been one of the problems with Ever After from the start: designing a world governed by fairy tale logic, knowledge of stories, nonsense rules, contradictions... and then dropping a group of protagonists there who, as Yang herself says, would prefer to just solve everything with a punch. Suddenly, a core expectation of the series - that the girls will fight stuff - undermines the expectations of this specific Volume, made worse by the post-Volume 3 message that the war they fight isnât winnable by brute force, yet, six years in, thatâs all the girls have tried. As I believe I mentioned elsewhere, I think thereâs a simple solution here in divvying up those expectations: force the girls to solve Ever After problems with Ever After tools, let them fight the Jabberwalker and Neo, and let them finally start the conversation about what they can do with Salem other than fight her head on... but unfortunately, none of this has occurred. Blake will later shut down Rubyâs Salem thoughts before they can begin, thereâs no adherence to what Ever After is asking of them, and the girls wonât encounter the Jabberwalker again for another two episodes.
So weâre left with... this. Yang, Blake, and Weiss getting shrunk down when, narratively, thatâs entirely unnecessary and the journey to get them unshrunk will take a fifth of the Volumeâs entire runtime. I know weâve already acknowledged that this Volume is filler, but given how much important stuff actually resides within that filler - discussing what happened in Volume 8, figuring out Salem, helping Ruby recover, mourning Penny, finding Crescent Rose, finding Jaune, dealing with Neo, etc. - it seems like a waste to be taking these detours when theyâre so thematically unsatisfactory. Obviously in a story itâs about the journey, not the destination... but if the journey is badly written, how about we at least stop wandering from the main path so often?
Alright, enough of all that. I will say that Iâm was quite pleased when the Prince revealed his ability to shrink the girls, displaying some pretty formidable magic. My first thought during the beheading scene was why the guards were obeying the Prince when, to all appearances at the time, he was just a bratty child with no way of enforcing his authority. I was afraid that this was just a case of, âTheyâre loyal because theyâre guards and thatâs just the way things are!â or that RT really hadnât given this any thought; why hundreds of men-like beings with weapons were obeying a vulnerable child when, clearly, that wasnât working out so well for them. Here though we see that the Prince is not vulnerable, heâs quite powerful, and that really helps to sell the fear we see permeating his Kingdom.Â
Ruby is obviously concerned when her teammates are shrunk down to Littleâs size, but honestly I canât take her, âNo oneâs going to get hurt... right?â very seriously. Ruby is WAY past this kind of naive innocence. Girl, your friends are positioned alongside a bunch of beat-up warriors, facing a Prince who just beheaded two of his subjects. What do you think is going to happen here? More importantly, why are you worried? Iâve seen a couple of fans praise this moment because it highlights Rubyâs perspective post-Pennyâs death: none of her friends are safe, anyone could die at any moment, etc. But Penny was facing off against a freaking Maiden, not a bunch of itty-bitty chess pieces with toothpick swords. (Here I point out their relative size because even if theyâre now equal to WBY, Ruby is still large and could just flatten them all with one good stomp.) The point is that Iâm continually unconvinced by this âSo horror, much dangerâ characterization of the Ever After when weâve spent the last three Volumes emphasizing how powerful, brilliant, strategic, and all-around perfect the girls supposedly are. Weâre really supposed to believe that these literal pawns are worrisome to Ruby after theyâve faced down the likes of the Hound, the Ace Ops, Ironwood, Neo, Cinder, and their like? Imagine if Ruby saw a couple of Beowulfs 2/3rds of her team was about to fight, which to her were the size of mice, and she was all, âYou wonât get hurt, right?â Ruby, those are literal MONSTERS out to EAT them, but that doesnât matter because youâve been taking out this kind of monster fodder since you were TWELVE. The show continually has it backwards, making the characters smug against legitimately powerful enemies and biting their nails over stuff they could squash in their sleep.
Which, you know, is precisely what happens. The girls have absolutely no difficulty taking out the chess pieces, further undermining Rubyâs worry.
Before that though she asks - very politely - for one of the pawns to move ahead a space, facing down the bigger, badder, meaner looking piece across from him. At first it looks like theyâre pretty well-matched, but with a pointed look from the Prince, Rubyâs piece pretends to succumb to his wounds, collapsing until a magical stretcher appears to carry him away. He kicks back with a yawn, happy to be off the battlefield and, presumably, off His Majestyâs shit list.
Three other pieces meet the same end until Ruby gets to Weiss.
Ruby: âWeiss, do you think you could take that space?â
Weiss: âHave some faith!â
Again, I feel like the Volume is going for a total decimation of Rubyâs confidence, to the point where sheâs entirely disengaged from reality (AKA, obviously Weiss can take out these talent-less pieces). Ruby can no longer summon up enough hope to fill a jar, sheâs oh so worried that her elite team will fall to these grunts... but sheâs also constantly telling people that yeah, they can handle this, and of course theyâll get back, and look now sheâs acting like she always does with smiles and jokes - a part of the endless gags. Thereâs also no relief when Weiss does win her fight. I think Rubyâs smile is super cute there
but it doesnât piggyback off of that worry at all. Thereâs no sigh and maybe a comment whispered to bring herself back to reality, âCome on, Ruby, of course Weiss was gonna winâ - something to alert the viewer that Ruby is actually struggling with this kind of irrational anxiety and attempting to fight against it. As it stands, we keep seeing Rubyâs depression introduced and then it slips away again, unacknowledged until it randomly pops back up. âHave some faith!â Weiss says, which is clearly a callback to Rubyâs lack of it last episode, but nothing that happens either confirms or denies Rubyâs struggle. That shot of her smiling, while adorable, could have been taken from any moment where Weiss is being a badass. Itâs entirely disconnected from the extreme of, âOmg can a full-fledged Huntress take out a toy in a fight what if another one of my teammates DIE?â Ruby has two completely separate personalities going this Volume and they donât mesh at all.
The pawns are also super impressed with Weissâ victory, same with Yangâs, and that feels... wrong to me? I mean, Iâve got nothing against a team thatâs been beaten for who knows how long re-discovering faith (like Ruby) and rising to the occasion. (C'mon. Iâm a Ted Lasso fan. I eat that shit up.) However, thatâs not the conflict here. The conflict the white pieces are facing is not that they think they canât win, itâs that theyâre being told they canât win. By the Prince. That was the entire point of the Look⢠the white piece bowed to: Either you pretend to fall and deliberately lose this game, or Iâll ensure you suffer something so much worse.
Why then would the pieces suddenly rise to the occasion and try to help Team RWBY win? What have the girls done that convinces them to go against the Prince, risking who knows what - beheading, probably - in the process? Now, if I were writing Volume 9 Iâd have had the girls trying and failing to save the guards, or at least arguing forcefully about whether they can risk losing a route to the tree in order to help others. Then, during the game, let Ruby realize not only that her pieces are deliberately losing, but that theyâre doing so out of fear. Weiss and Yangâs success can be used as a rallying cry and a promise of safety. You help us win this game, securing our necessary prize, and weâll use our incredible power to protect you from the Prince. The game dissolves into an actual battle, Team RWBY wins, the Cat arrives with an escape route, Ruby gathers up all the pieces using her semblance, and she sets them free once they escape the castle. Maybe they return at the end of the Volume to help in some final battle.
The point of this is not to do an actual re-write in 30 seconds, but rather to acknowledge that thereâs no development here. We know the piecesâ initial motivation, but not what makes them change their minds. Really, this micro plot is representative of the entire show, with characters just suddenly doing things that make the audience go, âWait, what? Where did that come from?âÂ
âHey, hey, what about us?â The white chess pieces cry, suddenly eager to try and beat the Prince. âWhat do you want us to do?â This question shouldnât even be on the table because you all are clearly terrified of what will happen if you fight for real and Team RWBY has done nothing to persuade you to their side. Indeed, once itâs revealed that the girls are human the red and white pieces start attacking them, the entire board eager to defend their Prince. This feels like a round robin Volume where every episode - every scene - has different characterizations.
As said though, Weiss, Blake, and Yang all take out their pieces easy-peasy and that produces some super cute interactions between the girls. My fluff-obsessed ass if kicking my feet and twirling my hair at those screenshots. At the time of this writing, Iâm a couple episodes behind in Recaps (RIP I tried), which means that Iâve already experienced the less than stellar support Ruby receives in "The Parfait Predicament.â So I was pleased to return here and see strong moments of companionship - and romance. Yang works the crowd while Blake politely claps for her. In return, Yang cheers exuberantly while Blake blushes beet red. Putting aside that this is our bumblebee moment for the episode, I legitimately love that theyâre supporting each other in this way, even during - perhaps especially during - such a comparatively easy fight. Combined with Weissâ bow, it feels like theyâre actually friends in this moment, playfully showing off for one another and providing unconditional support. This feels like old school RWBY, back when Ruby would cheer for Weiss during class, or Yang would bask in the Vacuo crowd. It was nice to see this dynamic again.
The Prince gets more and more frustrated as his pieces fall while simultaneously becoming suspicious of Ruby. Wanting to get to the tree is weird enough - especially to creatures who, as far as weâve seen, never leave the safety of their own acres. Little who does not yet possess a purpose is the exception - so when Ruby reveals that they know someone who also used the tree to leave this world, the Prince really starts to lose it. He leaves the game table and... well...
Opinions about his character aside, are non-RWDE folks starting to see why we labeled Volume 8 Ironwood a âcartoon villainâ? No, he doesnât strike such an overblown pose like the Prince, but that kind of spotlight is (usually) used to showcase a drama worthy of ridicule - as weâre seeing here. RT obviously recognizes this, so the fact that Ironwood is given a similar spotlight to reveal his totally rational plan of bombing civilians heavily implies that the writers wanted him to look ridiculous; exaggerated to the point of dismissive humor. By the end of Volume 8 Ironwood was not a complex, fallen hero whose journey showcases RTâs writing chops, he was very close to another Prince: nonsensical, over-the-top, unworthy of respect not because of his actions, but because the environment is going out of its way to say, âLook how ridiculous this guy is.â
So in the grand scheme of RWBY the spotlight is a #choice. Within just this scene itâs fine, simply another way to show us how spoiled the Prince is and, potentially, that this world doesnât follow the rules of Remnant (though it is harder to argue that the spotlight is real-real in a Volume making use of markers like sweatdrops, angry speech bubbles, etc.) The Prince finally asks the right question: âWhat type of creatures did you say you are again?â
Now, I get why some fans are upset with Ruby differentiating among humans, mice, and faunus. The line leaves a sour taste in my mouth too, if only because it severely undermines the allegory Blake represents in a Volume where she will (so far) compare herself to a literal cat three times. The point of giving the faunus animal traits and having others discriminate against them on the basis of that is to mirror the Civil Rights movement and, to a lesser extent, other minorities with visible differences. Theyâre all âhumanâ in the sense of being bipedal primates with intelligence - emotional and logical - equal to others around them... they just happen to have an extra set of ears, or a tail, or the ability to change colors. Itâs obvious why RT meant to equate that with the real life social issue of, âTheyâre human, they just happen to have dark skin,â or were born without a leg (disability), or can curl their tongue (a biological âtalentâ that not everyone shares). The point is that the faunus have been going, âWe are your equals! Weâre not a different, lesser species just because we have minor, biological and cultural differences!â the same way social justice movements have said the same about skin color. Thereâs such a variety within the definition of âhumanityâ as to make separate categories not just horrifically dangerous, but ultimately meaningless too.
However... RT doesnât know how to write a racial allegory, which means that the faunus have been treated as a separate species from the get-go, in direct opposition to what their story is meant to represent. Theyâve always been separated verbally like Ruby is doing now - âHumans and faunusâ - and if youâve engaged with RWBYâs supplemental content at all youâll know that the faunus have a separate origin story, though one that does include humanity as a common ancestor.
Itâs a mess of contradictions, but that means that Ruby canonically does have the wiggle room to make such statements. According to the rules of her world - generously helped along by being sci-fi fantasy - she is not in the wrong to describe Blake as a separate âcreatureâ from the rest of her team... but that doesnât erase the discomfort for the viewer as we go, âWait? What happened to Blake being treated as an equal, not a literal animal and all that represents within her allegory?â
Of course, all this culminates in Ruby ignorantly admitting that the rest of them are human. I LOVE the first shot of the Catâs eyes. Theyâre just like, âOh, girl... you didnât smh.â
Legit, there are so many fantastic shots this episode. The animators are working so hard, god bless.
As I mentioned earlier though, itâs weird to me that this moment is treated as a huge revelation for the Prince, especially since his entire guard seems to realize that theyâre human from the get-go. Given what we learn later about Ascension, it makes sense that the Prince wouldnât remember what humans look like, but none of his super loyal subjects were going to bring him up to date? Especially after what happened when Alyx visited?
So much of RWBY just feels unnecessarily contrived. Characters donât react to the information they have, or work under their motivations, or remain consistent in their personalities. Things just #happen to move the plot along, regardless of how that sits within the story as a whole. At least it's all pretty this season.
But thatâs hardly news to anyone reading this. Regardless, the revelation shocks the Prince and in his fury his face literally cracks down the middle. Frankly, I would have liked if this moment heralded a turn in the Princeâs attitude, moving from bratty and mostly harmless to terrifyingly cold... but thatâs just me. I like characters that appear embarrassingly incompetent on the surface, only to reveal how dangerous they truly are when push comes to shove.
Weiss remembers that she can use her glyphs to steady herself - yay! - and a jazz-y soundtrack starts up that I really dig. All in all, I think this fight is solid. Nothing to write home about, but not a failure by any means, either. Though I fully expect the combat to get backloaded to the end of the Volume, it is notable that this is our only true battle so far. Thereâs a brief skirmish against the Jabberwalker in âThe Parfait Predicament,â but to my mind itâs so short and easily won as to not really ���countâ - not in a combat-focused show, anyway. So this is the highlight battle of the first half of this Volume and though, as said, itâs by no means bad... itâs not exactly carrying the weight of those expectations either.
First, I stand by what I said earlier that itâs downright weird how Team RWBY treats these toys as a legitimate threat, especially after they just demonstrated how easily they are to beat. And again, Ruby could say screw the rules and help out by flattening them with her comparatively giant size. Blake gets thrown into the side of the game board and Ruby acts like sheâs been stabbed--âYouâre going to hurt them!â Ruby... honey... they have aura. You literally slammed your friends against a wall for FUNSIES during a food fight. The show (and the fandom) has always been weirdly unclear about which attacks are emotionally significant and which are not. These little nobodies shoving Blake is cause for great concern, but everyone should shrug off Qrow punching Oscar because duh, any huntsmen can take a hit. (Never mind that he wasnât a huntsmen.) Yang losing her arm is a multi-Volume tragedy, but Weiss nearly dying from a stab wound isnât worth a second mention. I feel like every scene Iâm trying to find my bearings again - is this supposed to be a moment when the girls are legitimately scared? Confidently smug in their skills? Why is there not an obvious difference between when we get one over the other?
Iâm not buying into the stakes here, is my point, which means that Rubyâs moment of doubt really fails to land. Yeah, I get that she lacks hope right now and is likely working under a very warped perception of their strength post-Fall of Atlas, but why not have her briefly crumble against something that truly tests her, either in skills or via trauma: the Princeâs magic, the Jabberwalker, Neo? A mere three episodes into the Volume, against a collection of low level grunts, does not feel like the time to put Ruby in this state:
Plus, it doesnât last. Volume 9 continually proves to be very good at introducing Rubyâs hopelessness, but not doing anything with it. Whatâs the point if, literal seconds after sheâs given up, she rediscovers her faith - WITHOUT EXTERNAL HELP! - and yells that theyâre going to âKick their wooden butts!!â Ruby doesnât lack the hope to fill a jar, her hope supply is just fluctuating radically, depending on when the show is sick of her being a downer. This doesnât feel like Ruby on an arc, it feels like Ruby continually edging into one and them immediately getting yanked backwards.
That aside, there are definitely some high points to the fight. It has a good flow to it, especially in the second half. It makes complete sense that the whole board would turn against the girls once they learn that theyâre human, red teaming up with white, and I suppose that helps sell the danger a little more. I enjoyed how happy Yang was at the start, using Blakeâs ribbon to plough through the crowd like one of the old-school team fights, even if sheâs unexpectedly angry just a second later.
Iâve come across a lot of criticism of Weissâ wing shot and... yeah, I can see where thatâs coming from. Itâs in pretty bad taste to keep giving the racist billionaireâs daughter angel imagery, especially during a Volume when sheâs supposedly grappling with the guilt of destroying a Kingdom. RWBY has never been any good at picking up on the implications of its âcoolâ style. That being said, it is an awesome shot and I love the Yang was able to make use of the Knightâs sword. I mean, it would have been even cooler if we had scenes devoted to the girlsâ training/character development and theyâd discovered that this was even possible before enacting it with full confidence during a fight... but again, still cool. Itâs another nice not provided you donât think about it too much.
Also, I had to laugh at that epic image transitioning to Ruby, showing us just how tiny Yang actually is...
Yeah, that undermines the awesomeness a bit lol.
Weâre given the shot from our trailer as the Prince looses his temper and does what I wanted Ruby to do the moment she was supposedly frantic over the safety of her team: upset the game board. Blake, Weiss, and Yang are thrown across the room and Ruby activates her semblance, catching them right before they go over the ledge.
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OH, SO YOU CAN INSTANTLY KICK-START THAT ABILITY AND SNAG SOMEONE MOMENTS BEFORE THEY PLUNGE TO THEIR DEATH. FUNNY, THAT.
Okay, obviously there are differences between Yangâs fall and this one, including that a) Little helps Ruby out and b) on the bridge Ruby would have been trying to snag a fully grown woman. But Iâm not here to debate the details. Iâm not here to quibble over whether Ruby would have been able to save Yang. I only care that she (and the others) didnât try. The fandom has bent over backwards to explain that moment, how all these fighters with various forms of flight and well-honed instincts just stood there, leaving only Blake to make the attempt. Fans are so desperate to praise RWBY that theyâre consistently overlooking the simple explanation of bad writing: RT made the characters stupid so that Yang could âdieâ and there could be a bees moment as a result. Thatâs it. Now that thereâs nothing attached to the outcome, Ruby is free to remember that she has super-speed and grabs her friends like she always should have.
Man, what a detail to include just a few episodes later...
The Curious Cat finally reveals themselves, distracting the Prince with some ambiguously authentic sympathy. Itâs just so sad that heâs failing to do âthe one thing you were put on this acre to do.â AKA, win games. They warn the Prince that beheading Team RWBY would be a far more permanent consequence than taking the heads of his soldiers - implying that the guards are âfineâ but, again, Team RWBY couldnât have known that when they were being âkilledâ - and they slip a little bit of themselves into the Princeâs chest, helping him to calm down.
The Prince dissolves into crying instead of screaming and... weeps jeweled tears? I donât understand how that fits his aesthetic - what does that have to do with being a wooden toy? - but far more importantly, Yukina did it better:
Ruby takes the Catâs advice and high-tails it out of there, getting chased by the guards all the while. The castle is a bit labyrinth-like, so she has no choice but to trust the Catâs directions - which turn out to be sound. Thatâs potentially an important thing to keep in mind as the Volume continues and we learn more about the Catâs personality and motivations.
âI donât know how that went so wrong,â Ruby says when they finally have a moment to breathe. Really? You met a temper-tanruming toy that beheaded his guards and threw Pennyâs sword away without a second thought, but youâre surprised that he wasnât eager to help you after you beat him at this own game? I get that theyâre going for a âRuby is vulnerable and tentative in her depressionâ vibe, but these moments read so strangely after her hubris of Volumes 6-8, to say nothing of her experience in the wider, morally gray world. Ruby doesnât trust established allies, but is surprised when an asshole who owes her nothing doesnât come through? Consistency, consistency, my kingdom for some consistency.
I do like that Ruby thanks the Cat for their assistance though. This episode is the most polite weâve seen Ruby in years, even if part of it is a manipulation tactic to get on the Princeâs good side, and honestly Iâm digging it. This feels like a kindhearted huntress who understands the importance of unifying to succeed. Not, you know, the Ruby we saw with Cordovin, Qrow, Ozpin, Ironwood, and the Ace Ops.
As a minor point, Iâd like to note that throughout this whole escape Little has been completely quiet about the Catâs appearance. They were awake to help catch the girls and the Cat showed up just seconds later. They then flee through the castle and have a conversation in the hallways, yet not once does Little react to a Cat getting up in their face.
This is notable only because at the very end of the episode weâre going to get another, âCat? What cat??â joke, because heaven forbid we let Ruby sit with their failure for a moment without interrupting it with a bit of humor that doesnât even track.
Finally outside, the girls realize that getting a Prince instead of a King and his lack of help means that theyâre not really following Alyxâs story. Weiss complains that theyâre in the âstupid sequelâ instead. Despite this revelation, the next thing Blake notes is that Alyx met the Curious Cat... so they should get their help!
So which is it? Are you following the story or not? Iâve got nothing against the girls still heading for the tree because thatâs the only lead theyâve got, but we just established that an assumed ally is actually quite dangerous, so why would the Cat be any different? Again, not saying they shouldn't ask for their help given that the only other option is wandering aimlessly towards the tree (and that's if the world let's them go any farther), but maybe at least acknowledge the problem here?
I'd chalk it up to a "Wonderland-esque worlds are inherently contradictory" vibe if I actually thought RT was deliberately going for that.
We end this episode with the return of the Jabberwalker. It runs across an ~evil~ looking acre--kinda similar to Salem's continent, actually. Will we establish a historical tether between Remnant and Ever After?--and it leaves a trail of blood on a group of razor-sharp leaves, which is a cool detail. It comes across Neo, presumably having just arrived, cycling through various illusions in her fury. As the Jabberwalker closes in Neo's semblance...
*Sigh*
It evolves.
Look, outside of RWBY's larger context having Neo power up post-Fall of Atlas is a good choice. She's certainly at her lowest here, not just lost in a new world, but having just been betrayed by Cinder (again). Plus, it raises the stakes for when our heroes next meet her. No, my issue is that RWBY's semblance upgrades as a whole are fairly random and we've long lost the ability to distinguish a true evolution from incremental change due to growth. Harriet simply announced in Volume 7 that Ruby's semblance has hidden depths, but is splitting into three red blurs the upgrade? Is Nora handling that level of charge meant to be indicative of a change, or did she simply push herself to an already known limit? On the surface it seems obvious that an evolution is when the actual function of the semblance changes - Ren can now mask emotions and track them - but we've still got wrinkles like Weiss' semblance where, apparently, learning to summon instead of just producing glyphs isn't a distinct, evolved ability, it's just the standard end-goal. (And don't get me started on how she remains the only one with an inherited semblance, but no one seems interested in that.) Are we supposed to understand that Qrow's semblance changed on the airship when the bomb didn't drop? How do we measure Blake's abilities when she's stopped using them? I can't help but continually compare RWBY to other shows with power ups, ones where the characters have to work hard to unlock them, train anew to control them, deal with significant downsides that come with this power, or go through horrific emotional arcs in order to unlock them. RWBY- with the small exception of Neo for the last one- has none of this. Evolution simply happens, unprompted, the character can immediately use this new skill perfectly, and unfortunately it's rarely a strong reflection of their growth.
Ren can magically track his friend smack dab in the arc where he's supposedly being the worst friend ever? Right.
So Neo's semblance evolves, make of that what you will. Rather than simply changing herself or something she's touched with illusions, she can now create a large number of copies with (as we'll see later) their own morphing abilities. Wow, wow, wow, that's super op!!! I can't wait to see Neo fall to some generic Team RWBY attack.
I'm kidding. Actually I'm not, but I do hope I'm wrong đ¤Śââď¸
For now though there's only the Jabberwalker in her way. Neo's clones close in as the Jabberwalker screams "No!" in true fear. Kudos to the voice acting there. This creature remains one of the few things I'm legitimately interested in this Volume.
And thus ends episode three! In lieu of flowers, please send prayers that I can eventually catch up on this project :3
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Thoughts on Scott Lobdell's Superman run?
Rocafort's art kept me reading.
Rocafort's depiction of Krypton, the Fortress even the armor which no one outside of him and Jim Lee sold me on, all look great! They all had a flavor to them that we don't usually get on the Superman books. He drew Clark with a youthful appearance that suited his age, and I wish going forward artists would emulate New 52 Superman's design for when they want to draw a "young" Superman. Unfortunately Rocafort isn't a fast artist given his style, which meant he needed lots of filler. Still I powered through the filler simply because the issues he did draw were always worth it for me.
Storywise though? It was bad. Lobdell was trying to do the Johns technique of taking old Silver Age concepts and "modernizing" them, but he wasn't as good as it as Johns was. We'd get cool ideas like Kryptonian dragons or Superman benching the weight of the entire planet, but it all rang hollow. There was no real heart or underlying theme just an excuse for the artist to draw cool shit. Early New 52 felt a lot like 90s Image and Superman was hit especially hard in that regard. H'el as a character is nothing but a cool looking Bizarro knockoff, and he is the big villain of the run. The Court of Owls had a point to make about Scott Snyder's relationship with Snyder's hometown and also a point to make about Bruce's relationship with Gotham and his wealth. Couldn't tell you what Lobdell was trying to do with H'el on a thematic level.
Also it's no secret that Lobdell would execute on editorial edicts that other writers wouldn't, which meant he was implementing orders from on high that didn't result in good stories, but did check the list on whatever Didio or Harras wanted. Only Shay Veritas has sorta outlived his run (which is good because I love the concept of Superman befriending the world's smartest woman in contrast to his relationship with the world's smartest man), and unlike Morrison or even Pak's Action Comics runs I haven't seen anyone step up to bat for this run as underrated.
I loved this moment this though:
Clark gives a big speech about the value of truth, justice, and the American Way in the context of real journalism bowing to corporate interests - hoping to rally his fellow reporters to walk out with him in protest - and no one cares!... except Cat Grant. The one person you'd think wouldn't give a damn about those things, does. This is an unironically great Superman moment, one that I think really does capture his appeal as a character, showing how he can inspire others, especially those you'd think couldn't be reached, while showing the cost of that attitude too. Clark and Cat going on to found a blog was actually not a bad idea in the context of "what does journalism look like in the 21st century?" which most Superman runs ignore.
Even having Clark and Lois butt heads over that isn't a bad idea. Clark as a journalist is mainly concerned with his own stories, while Lois as a producer/editor has to look out for the organization as a whole. Clark only has to worry about himself but Lois has to worry about "if the paper isn't profitable and I have to lay people off, what's going to happen to these people in a field where the number of journalism positions is steadily decreasing?" which is a recipe for good organic conflict between the two! It didn't have to be bad or forced for those two to be at odds because a journalist and an editor/producer have different concerns. It just... wasn't good.
Sure looked pretty at times though.
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Chapter 35: Rare dragon
You took in a deep breathe as you finally wrapped your head around what you had just witnessed. You got on Zoha after saying that you were ready to go back to HQ.
You were about to leave the beach when a certain massive dragon surfaced from the water.
You turned to look at her, and lowered your head. As if to bow to her and show her that you were submissive.
" I did what you had asked, Queen of Dragons."
" I see... I thank you. As a reward, I'll send off one of the dragons with you. Think of it as... a way of thanks."
" It was my pleasure to help."
" What do you desire most, Human? Do you wish to take revenge on the one that betrayed you?"
" I-"
You were at a loss for words. Did you want to take revenge? Or would you show mercy on the one you had known to be your friend?
You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking. You... were unsure of how you saw Yami now. Nor if you wanted revenge or not.
" I... I do want revenge..."
You made up your mind. You looked at Zika and the four brothers. You feared that Yami would use the Goretrappers on the crew.
" Go back to HQ. I'll talk to her majesty."
" Are you sure?"
" I am sure. And get some of those Goretrappers out of there."
" How-"
" No time to explain. Only know that I saw her with one."
Zika nodded and gave the go for the brothers. Urogi took off, the other three following after him and Zika.
Zoha stayed perfectly still with you on him like a loyal dog. Actually, you could technically call him a dog now. He did act like one, to be honest.
" Is there anything you else you need, your majesty?"
" Allow my dragon servants to aid you in the upcoming fight."
" Fight? What fight?"
" I see I have forgotten about my ability... I can detect anything that will happen. My ability gives dragons the urge to make a distress call or even turn on the ones they follow."
You... weren't surprised at this point. This was the ancestor of all dragons after all. Why be surprised?
" I... Are you sure?"
" Positive. I don't like it when a species betrayes the other species. It is an act of greed and stupidity."
You weighed your options, thinking carefully. And dear goodness did you need a proper shower.
Bathing in the rivers in Zoha's territory really got to you. Even when Zoha licked you! He was bathing you by grooming you!
Like a cat grooming itself. You did NOT want to smell like dragon saliva anymore. And you didn't want to have greasy ass hair anymore.
" If... if you want to."
" Great. I'll let the Poison Firefrost Dragons know that they have a mission."
Wait- did the Queen of Dragons just say Poison Firefrost Dragons?! You looked at her in shock.
" You mean THE Poison Firefrost Dragons? The ones that had been seen 120 years ago?!"
" I mean... if that's what you have believed for so long, then I guess?"
You were so excited, eyes practically filled with stars like an anime character. You had always wanted to see these dragons!
The Sirensong made a low bellow, looking at the vast ocean behind her. You looked at where she looked as well, seeing small specks getting larger and more visible.
They were Poison Firefrost Dragons. An entire pack of them. Their bright wings and eyes gave it away.
You were at a loss for words once the landed. One of them was visibly larger. You saw black swirls on their feet that faded to gold.
You had a feeling that they were social dragons. Pack hunters. Just like the infamous Speedwraith.
And they were beautiful. Their bright orange wings and eyes, blue feet and bright yellow tail made them look like something out of a Holloween fantasy.
These were rare dragons many have only seen once 120 years ago. And you were the first to see them up close.
" Give them a command and they shall follow. You may keep them or release them. They are now under your control."
With that, the dragon disappeared under the water, swimming away from the beach. You patted Zoha.
" Let's go. All of us."
" Okay... will obey."
With that, Zoha took off, and the pack of dragons followed. They really didn't make any sound.
No wonder they were called the Silent Hunter. At least you had an army of very powerful and strong dragons now.
You were ready for the final battle.
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