#ahhh.... sorry i'm... clearly i'm not feeling *better* better

[ourceliumnetwork]

So i'm just going to be perpetually angry about the way I was treated in my past I guess. That's fun.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

You're mine, all mine Y/N.

Y/N x COD characters

What happens when someone tries to flirt with you and they don't have a clue that you're not alone?.

For this one I wanted to use Makarov, Soap and König.

Warning: images are not mine, credits to whoever they belong to! Spelling and grammatical errors everywhere, mentions of violence, murder but nothing specific, not a very good text but I hope someone likes it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Makarov.

You're at the mall just walking while your boyfriend is buying a new pair of chemises as if he needed more, you stopped out of a jewelry store, there's a beautiful set of necklace, earrings and ring, incrustations of ruby and emeralds, it's pure luxury, of course you can ask Vladimir to buy it for you and for sure he will buy it because you deserve the best of the best, but, no, it's too much, too expensive in your opinion, one of the workers had seen you contemplating the jewelry and not only that, he's too focused on your beauty and that perfect body shape, oh god, he's devouring you with his eyes. You're ready to keep walking when he approaches you.

- Good morning, I see that you liked this ruby and emerald jewelry set, would you like to try it?

- Oh no, i bet it is too expensive, there's no need...

- I insist, you have a very long neck, come on darling, such a beauty like you needs beautiful accessories...

He actually doesn't even care if you buy or not he only wants to know you better, flirt, poor little guy, he doesn't have a clue of who your man is.

At the end he convinced you. You send a quick text to Vladimir to let him know where you are, while this guy asks you about your name, your work and other stuff, he thinks you're single, you already tried to mention your relationship status but he talks a lot.

Finally the necklace rests around your neck and looks beautiful over your chest, you're beautiful, you want it, of course you want it, you need to have it. But still, no, you still believe it is a lot of money for something like that.

- What do you think? Do you like it?

He runs his hands over your shoulders, you try to avoid the uncomfortable feeling of them.

- Of course I like it, but as I said before... (You sighed) I bet it costs a fortune.

- I'm not gonna lie, it is, but maybe I can give you a good discount, huh.

You look at him clearly in confusion, why would he do that?

- Why would you do that?

- Because you're very beautiful and because I have to sell it. So it's a way to help each other, don't you think?... Of course I will just ask you a little favor.

He presses your shoulder while he observes you with a malicious look.

- Excuse me?

You put the necklace carefully on the box where it was, this is not going in a friendly way, maybe it's time to mention Makarov.

- A dinner, that's all I ask in exchange.

- Oh I have a boyfr...

- Love?

Both turn back and Makarov is standing on the door. You walk to him and kiss his lips.

- Did you find something?

He asked, You try to avoid the uncomfortable moment with the poor seller and quickly you tell Makarov about the necklace and how expensive it is.

- It's beautiful... But the price doesn't convince me...

Makarov is observing the set cautiously while you explain, for a moment it looks like it's only you and him In the store, until the other guy speaks.

- Oh well, if you think it's too much I have some other cheaper if the money is the problem.

He looks pissed but not as Makarov, your man observes this guy as if it was a bug, ready to put his expensive pair of shoes over his throat to suffocate him.

You think he will punch this stupid guy, so without thinking you mention that he was talking about the discount.

- Babe, this... Young boy was telling me about a discount...

- Ahhh, really? In exchange of what?

Makarov looks at the young man in front of him, he's not happy, he intimidates just with that look.

- Sorry sir, I didn't know you were with (y/n)...

Fuck, you messed up, but you keep quiet. Vladimir looks like he wants to kill this man, how he dares to even call you by your name, where's the respect?.

- I see, well, the money is not a problem, I'll buy it...

- But, honey...

- Shh, you deserve it my love. Even better, I'll buy all you have in this store. Right now.

There are no words, Makarov looks pleased to buy you every object of the store, for a second you think he won't lose his mind killing this man or something. The bags and boxes are in the car, you don't think clearly, you're in shock. He opens the door for you and then he pretends he forgot something in the store so he asks you to wait.

Twenty minutes later he's back, once you're at home he's watching the news when you listen what happened at the mall.

«In other news, the mall will be closed this weekend, Police will be investigating the murdered and fire at the jewelry store, The owner can't explain what could happen, the cameras were sabotaged, the corpse found belongs to the seller on shift...»

- Vlad, what did you do?

- Love, You can't be serious. Do you really think I would let that guy alive? No one who doesn't respect you or me can live long enough.

Soap.

Johnny and you visit the local bar every time he's back in town, you're not the kind of person who enjoys places like this, but for love everybody needs to make little sacrifices.

Johnny leaves you while he quickly goes to get more beer, you're observing the group of men who are singing and playing the old piano of the bar, you can't deny it, it's a funny night, until...

- Hey, can I sit?

A man who you have never seen before is smiling at you, he doesn't wait for your answer and sits.

- Sorry, you can't sit here, I'm waiting for someone...

- Oh I bet he doesn't care, if he leaves you here alone... Anyway, Tell me, what's your name? Can I invite you a drink?

- No thanks, my bo...

- I don't see no one at the sight, come on, tell me your name or give me your number...

You have enough of this shit so you simply stand up, you're leaving the table when this man takes your forearm.

- Hey. Come on, give me something sweet, Dove.

You're ready to respond and curse him when Johnny appears behind you.

- Hey! That's my seat and she/he is mine too. So, fuck off.

- Man, don't be so rude, I think we can share, look at her/him, such a dessert. I wouldn't care about some relays.

This guy is stupid as hell and also very drunk, he doesn't have a clue of who he is provoking, In less than a second you're behind Soap while he breaks the beer bottle on the man's head, a bar fight, the Cherry on the cake.

Lucky for you, the bar owner is a good friend of your parents so at least you will not be kicked out of the place.

After a few punches Soap dragged that guy out of the bar, everybody is in silence, when he comes back he feels eyes on him.

He smiles and yells «Sorry for the inconveniences, but I can't handle well when someone touches my Y/n!»

And as if nothing happened everyone continues the party, the music plays again, the laughs and conversation filled the place again.

Once both are sitting and with beer on your hands again you simply look at Soap, he's a little blushed, he smiles at you and asks why are you giving him that look.

- Am I your (Y/N)?

- Shut up, you know you are, I hate that not many people understand or respect that tho!

You laugh loudly and give him a little kiss on his lips.

König.

König tries his best to not be insecure or jealous when you and him are out doing couple stuff together, he feels like he's too old for you, but you always insist age is just a number, he can't avoid the thoughts of people of your age flirting with you, taking you away from him, poor man, he really tries but some days he simply can't deal with that. And today is one of those days.

Both are at the supermarket, doing your weekly shopping. He went to look for his personal stuff, shampoo, conditioner, body soap, shaving cream, while you decide between two cereal boxes. He loves when you debate with yourself about the products you will take but sometimes you take too long, so he leaves and goes for other things while you finish.

You're observing all the boxes of cereal, you're sure you still have chocolate cereal at home, so the decision is between a healthy option or another sugar bomb.

You're debating In silence when a young man interrupts you.

- Hey, excuse me, can you help me? I don't know where to find the dish soap. I'm Tommy by the way.

- Oh, it's in the aisle 5.

That's all you say and you go back to your internal debate, when once again your thoughts are interrupted by this guy.

- Are you new in town? I think I've never seen you here before.

- No, I live here with my...

- NO WAY! I would remember that beautiful face.

You sighed, clearly annoyed but this man is not getting it. You don't continue the conversation, you simply put both boxes in your cart and continue walking. As a fly, Tommy follows close enough, asking stupid questions, your dry answers apparently don't affect him.

You find an offer about a big box full of heart shaped containers for meals but you can see it well because the box is placed on top.

You're getting angry, this boy keeps talking and asking and doesn't let you think properly. You're always too kind, you can't be rude, it's not in your nature so you try to read what the box of containers have.

Suddenly, a big shadow appears at the corner of the aisle, König is walking to you without paying much attention to what you're doing, he's reading the instructions of a new shaving cream he found.

- DADDY! Where have you been? I need some help here.

You're doing those puppy eyes he loves, so he approaches quickly, meanwhile Tommy is observing how tall your... Wait? You call him daddy, is he your father or is your boyfriend? These days it is hard to guess it.

König takes the box of containers so you can read better about what it has, while you read König finally notices Tommy's presence. With a dark look and clearly jealous he simply asks...

- Can we help you?

Tommy doesn't respond but you talk for him.

- Ah, Daddy this is... Mmm sorry I forgot your name, Bobby?

- Tommy.

- Ah, sorry, well, Tommy asked me if I knew where the dish soap was.

- So what? Can't he find it by himself?

- Yeah..., no, I mean... Well, I have to go... (He looks on your direction avoiding the jealous look König is giving him) but if your father doesn't mind can I have your number?.

He's brave... But an idiot too, looks so weak and tiny his body could easily break, that's what König thought after he heard that question. But wait... Did he say 'Father'?.

You and König look at each other and then you laugh, while König blushes and gets angrier at the same time. The young man does not understand why you laugh.

- Sorry, am I losing something?

- He is not my father, he's my...

- I'm her husband, now fuck off, rotzig. (snotty-faced)

The young boy quickly leaves without protest, meanwhile you look at König with your pretty puppy eyes full of joy and bright.

- Why are you making that face, Mein Schatz?

- Are you my husband now?

He smirks and then kisses your forehead.

- Ja! I'm your husband now, mein Leben.

- I wanna see the ring on my finger then! You're such a jealous man König, I love that.

[theres-a-body-here]

While I'm away

Legoshi x Male!reader

Requested by @spikeblaze109

Sorry if it's not as you would've liked. I took a few liberties.

Legoshi was more clingy than usual, and you had an idea of why that was. You were going on a trip back to your hometown. It was a family event that was going to last about two weeks and you had to come...alone.

Legoshi was obviously distraught. So, wanting to soothe his nerves, you decide to show legoshi what he can do while you're gone.

~~~~~~~~

Legoshi was breathing hard, staring at the underside of the top bunk bed as he laid naked on his bunk.

"Legoshi," you softly coo as you give his throbbing, hot cock a gentle squeeze. "There's no point in the lesson if you don't watch."

Legoshi lowers his head to watch you. You were also naked, kneeling beside him on his bed. His felt drool slide down his muzzle. Legoshi let out a low groan at your touch while his eyes locked onto yours.

"Do you remember what I said?" you ask softly, circling his cockhead with your thumb.

Giving himself a mental push, he tried focusing on your words once more. "Oh right... Call you everyday.." His voice trailed off, almost losing control due to the pleasure.

"Because?" you press on, giving his cock a few slow strokes.

"Because..." Legoshi took a deep breath, trying his best to concentrate on not cumming too quickly. "To make sure we stay connected even when apart? Or something along those lines... ahhh!"

The last part came out as a gasp after you started moving your hands faster along his length, praising him with a soft, "Good boy." Your cock throbbed as you watch his become absolutely soaked in precum. You lean towards the edge of the bed and reach out to pick up a Fleshlight you had placed on the floor earlier.

As soon as he saw the fleshlight appear, Legoshi knew what was coming next. His heart beat rapidly against his ribcage, anticipation building within him.

You brought the toy to legoshi's tip and prodded it against the entrance. Legoshi lets out a shiver when he feels the cold of the silicone. "Now, I want you to do this yourself every time you call me," you say before pushing the toy down on his length.

At first contact, Legoshi let out a loud moan as his member slid within the tight confines of the toy. He wished it could be your warmth engulfing him instead, but he knew better than to complain. Instead, he focused on the task at hand. Eyes still locked onto yours, Legoshi began thrusting slowly.

When it seemed like he couldn't handle another second, you pushed the toy down further - causing his knot to enter completely

Legoshi cried out in ecstasy as he shot his load deep into the toy, feeling himself twitch and spasm repeatedly. His mind went blank for a second as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over him.

You kept the toy firmly in place as you shifted closer to your boyfriend. You leaned in to press your lips against his forehead. "You're so cute," you coo softly.

Feeling your kiss, he tilted his head slightly, he looked up at you with a soft yet dazed look.

"Thank you… thank you for taking care of me." He murmured.

You smile before pressing your face against his, feeling his damp fur from all the sweating. Legoshi relaxed even more as he closed his eyes. You kiss his cheek before speaking. "Call me everyday, okay?"

Legoshi nodded eagerly, clearly still a bit disoriented.

"Of course! I promise I won't forget."

He watched intently as you pulled the toy away from his cock, leaving it covered in his sticky fluids.

"love you."

"I love you too."

[obeymematches]

MC acting oblivious!

since you're accepting hcs now, how about an mc whos a big tease/bully (aka mammons worst nightmare lol)? im quick to realize when someone has a crush on me and when i like them back i turn into the biggest tease on earth until the other person confesses. im good at acting oblivious so its always "wait, they cant possibly know i like them, right??" poor, poor souls lmao. so im wondering how the brothers+undateables would handle an mc like that! keep up the great work! 💕

Hi, good to see you again !!! <3 

okay i love this so much lets go ! 

Lucifer: 

Okay so in his case it’s mentioned several times that he is in love with the MC so this ain’t just some crush he’s being teased about but that’s one of the reasons why he loves you so much.  

He is rather guarded emotianlly as his pride isn’t going to let him just fall for anyone. But once he does he is not going to deny it!  

Lucifer is someone who will ask you out on a date without a warning. The only thing you might notice beforehead is that he spends suspiciously lots of his time with you. (by a lot in his case I mean something in between 30 and 60 mins every second day. he’s a busy man) 

Him: My schedule is tight today but I would like to spend time with you, MC, would you care to join me at a confectionary?  MC: sounds like you’re very busy, are you sure about that? 🥺 Him,  slightly offended but still lovingly: Yes, MC. Let me express myself better... would you please have a date with me today? MC: oh....um-

Mammon:

● oh god, oh jesus, oh no

● We all know The Great Mammon has a hard time admitting his feelings out loud, with words, bluntly.

● So the way I see it, the situation is about to be Awkward As Hell.

● Mammon is clearly sweating, butterflies occupying his entire stomach, he fiddles with his nails.

● Him: So MC, I was thinking- I mean I'm thinking- wanna go skating with me tonight?

MC: Oh that's a very romantic idea- but I think friends don't just go skating, you know.

Him: Friends??! I don't wanna be just your friend MC-

You: Then? Then what?

Him: Goddamn I- I just want to be yours- Jesus ya are makin' it so difficult MC, it is not easy as is!!

Leviathan:

● ahh the frustrated face he makes through this conversation isn't just a facade. He really is stressing right now.

● Him: MC.... there is something I must tell you. And you only. Please listen and don't tell anyone!

MC: Don't worry Levi, I too hate people who gossip-

Him: No it's not like that. I have a desire in my heart that I must share with you as you are the most special person I ever met and I can only hope you feel the same way for me and- I feel so embarassed but I've been meaning to ask you this- would you be my partner? My player 2?

MC: well if you wanted me to play you could have just said so like you always do-

Levi: What?? Is that what you understood? No MC you don't get it! Ahhh I knew I shouldn't have asked you my chances with you are close to zero-

MC: Wait Levi I'm so sorry-

Satan:

● You could tell he was acting different these past couple of days. He was texting you more, he offered to spend more time with you- it was obvious he likes you.

● He knocked on your bedroom door and as you liked him just as much as he liked you, of course you let him in.

● I think you acting like you don't know what's going on turns him on? Like he know you ain't stupid. He knows you like him at least a little bit too, otherwise he wouldn't be here talking with you.

● Him: So MC, are you free now?

MC: Well, it depends on how you define "free" I think.

Him: Oh quit it please.

MC: I would if I knew what you were up to right now-

Him: Alright. You are going to make it more complicated, I see. In this case, meet me at 4PM at the common room. Please. I'd like to take you on a date if you're free.

MC: Inside the house? Weird if you ask me-

Him: ...... you are right actually. Let's meet at the park then. Don't be late.

Asmo:

● Again he would absolutely love you acting like you noticed nothing when he couldn't be more clear about what he wants.

● He knows this game though & he is quicker than you are.

● Him, cuddling you: So MC I have been thinking about us....what are we?

● MC: We are.... the best. Me, a human, and you, a demon.

Him: Nooooo, you know that's not what I meant!!!

MC: Well I don't know what you mean Asmo. Aren't we though?

Him: Aren't we what? A human and a demon?? Ahhhhg stop playing with me MC!

Beelzebub:

● Ohh babe is going to believe you actually don't know what' going on-

● I think he'd find it funny when he realizes you were just acting like such-

Him: MC. I like you.

MC: Okay, I like you too. That's why I'm your friend.

Him: Yes we are friends I know... but to me you are the first person I want to talk to if anything happens, good or bad... you are on my mind all the time, no matter what- I haven't felt like this in my entire life- you are the most special person to me, MC.

MC: Ohhh... I didn't realize-

Him: I only went out with Mammon yesterday because I thought... I was hoping you'd be there to, that you'd join... I just wanted to spend more time with you. But you weren't there. Let's go somewhere together today- I mean, if you want to-

Belphegor:

● MC you are about to annoy him to deatg to be fair.

● Depending on his mood he might join you though!!!

Him: So human- I mean MC. Let's hang out today.

MC: We already do.

Him: I meant as a date, stop playing stupid.

MC: I don't like being called stupid. Is this how you are asking me out on a date??

Him: See I knew you knew what I meant!

MC: Why would you ask me on a date though, aren't we just friends?

Him: .....

Him: We could change that- I want to be your one and only.

MC: Well if you are my one and only friend I might get lonely when you're too busy for me though-

Him: Stop it don't say another word. Are you coming today or not? MC? You listening?

MC: you just asked me to shut up-

[archie-sunshine]

Sorry to just kinda creep into your ask box like this but you know your shit better than I do.

So I ask you like the awkward goblin I am if you have any advice for someone trying to get into making comics? Cus like, I'm lost af and I vaguely remember you mentioning that you learned to draw from comic books.

quick correction, i got into drawing from a comic drawing WORKSHOP so i've specifically worked with professionals for whom comics are an art form and full time job.

SO! Lets talk about comics!!

comics are complicated. it's about as close to animation as you can get on a still page, so it's an art form that follows similar principles! some things to keep in mind as you read comics that may help you in your endeavors are:

-panel placement -pacing and -story

I've just flipped to a random page in this issue of mtmte (thank you alex milne) as an example

So lets break it down.

In our first panel, drift establishes the action (we are in a fight!) and he's posed in a sort of triumphant mid swing after icing two cons, taking up the majority of the panel to convey both his speed and importance. this tells us we are likely winning this fight. This also tells us drift is on a roll.

but AHA! the next panel has rodimus grappling someone. we're close in, the tension is high, this could go either way, you're leaking in to read his text, and ah, he's struggling, oh no-!

BUT THEN! SHOCK! An action has disrupted our expectation, drift has stabbed this guy in the face!! payoff!!

aaaand ahhh... release. the action is over, drift has won, the page is paid off. we take a step back, and the framing here is clearly comedic. They are standing over a corpse griping over who's kill it was, so the framing makes them feel smaller and stupider, because this is objectively a stupid argument.

see what im getting at here?

The first and last panels are splash panels, they introduce us to the action, as if we're zooming in on a shot, then zoom us out to move on to the next scene, but in the middle there are two panels that draw us into the scene, invest us in the action, because they're so close up.

when you work on a comic, consider how a reader would consume this page. is this page one they're meant to linger on? or one where the reader should be on the edge of their seat prepared to flip to the next one?

when you place the panels, you set the pace and emotion of the page like a pathway for your readers to walk down, so its up to you how the pathway is laid out!

happy comicking!

[lostinforestbound]

AHHH YOU'RE THE BEST THANK YOU FOR DOING MY REQUESTS 💖💖 YOUR WRITING IS TOP NOTCH

can i come at you with another request, if i could? can i request a human!tav/reader that has never seen a tiefling before the grove, and they get curious about rolan?

- 💛

Aww thank you for the compliment! I'm glad you like my silly little writings! This request was a lot of fun!

Rolan With a Tav Who's Never Seen a Tiefling

When Tav first arrived at the Grove and stared at him in a strange way, he immediately thought the worst. Great, another human who will look at them all in such disdain.

Worst of all, they convinced his siblings it would better for the trio to stay and help the other refugees. Now not only are they irritating, they butted into his family affairs.

He's snippy, when they go to speak with him. Of course he is, he's bitter. How dare they insert themselves in a private argument? How dare they look at him with that weird face? They don't deserve his time.

He doesn't realize that look is wonder until they manage to speak civilly.

They explain, while a bit embarrassed, that they've never actually seen a Tiefling before. Whether it's living a sheltered life, never coming across them, or only seeing them in illustrations, they've just never come across them.

Their weird looks finally make sense to him: they were just curious about him.

When they become a little more comfortable with each other, they'll ask simple questions if he'll allow it. Are his horns heavy? Does his mouth feel crowded with his sharp teeth? How about his ears, are they sensitive? His tail?

He'll answer in vague terms, sometimes because he's annoyed with the questions, other times he's just embarrassed about explaining Tiefling biology.

No, they're not allowed to touch any of his traits.

Sometimes he wonders why him? Why not Zevlor? He's probably more than comfortable explaining their unique traits. But no, they want to talk to him.

Lia and Cal know exactly why, giving each other amused looks anytime those two talk. They love their brother, but sometimes he's an idiot; they hope he figures it out, for all of their sakes.

Writing Blurb

"So the base of the horns would be more sensitive than the tips? Would that apply to the tail as well?"

Someone please kill him.

He feels as though they're driving him into insanity. Why are they even interrogating him with these questions? He was sitting peacefully with shitty wine before they decided to saunter over. Why him? Zevlor would be more receptive. What is their game?

They don't seem discouraged by his lack of response, chatting away as he stares longingly at his now empty wine bottle. "How about the ears? I actually heard Elf ears are sensitive at the tips and use that advantage during foreplay."

He wants nothing more than to sink into the ground. Or get drunk, whichever comes first.

"What about-"

"Can you not ask your Tiefling friend these questions?!" He shouts, dropping the empty wine bottle.

"Oh, I could."

"Then why don't you? Surely she would be happy to explain things to you."

"I want to hear it from you!"

"I'm not answering these idiotic questions of yours, you absolute degenerate!" He hisses, not noticing how flushed his face is, "Gods, it is not helping that you're asking these so damn loudly."

"Would you answer them if I get you another wine bottle?"

"No."

That makes them burst into a laughing fit, and Rolan's blush gets even worse. He's embarrassed, ashamed, pissed, and flustered all at once. They're clearly making fun of him, and he doesn't appreciate it one bit. He's tempted to bare his teeth at them but they manage to calm down their laughter.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Clearly." He states sarcastically, tail thrashing in his irritation.

"I mean it, I swear. I enjoy talking to you. A lot."

He looks at them in confusion, almost exasperated. "What?"

"I like hearing you talk."

Before he could respond, they gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, which silenced him on the spot. He had no idea what to say, and they didn't even give him a chance to speak before they got up. "Let's talk later, yeah? I have plenty of questions for you."

As they walk away from him, he idly touching the place they kissed. Hells, he's done for. He internally prays any god willing to listen for their strongest alcohol as he goes to search for another wine bottle.

[thought--bubble]

In Need Of an Heir Part 3

Aemond (Canon Era) X (Baratheon! Reader)

Warnings after the cut.

Word Count: 3,177

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Banners By @arcielee

Warnings: Forced marriage, panic attack(took from personal experience for this) Nothing else really 🥰

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I did get that promotion, by the way! (I am now a staff accountant. Yay! 🥳) prepping for finals was the opposite of a good time....(strategic management and policy form was actually a form of torture and not a class🫠🫠) one more semester until graduation! 💚💚

The end of that dinner could not have come soon enough, when it finally did come you and Royce were the first two to head out of the room.

Once you enter the corridor, your brother lets out a chuckle "Unbelievable"

"What?!" You snap at him, your soft, gentle demeanor starting to peel back.

"You'll be a princess in a few days' time." He taps her arm thoughtfully.

"Oh yes, such wonderful news, my warm and inviting future spouse has me weak in the knees" you hiss

Royce looks at you and raises and eyebrow "ahhh there she is. I was waiting for you to be the little storm I know you are"

You roll your eyes. "This isn't funny, Royce! That man is void of all emotion"

Royce looks around. "Keep your voice down. These walls have ears"

You huff, you know he's right, but at this moment, you just want to scream at anyone who will listen that you do not want this.

You and Royce continue back to your chambers in silence. You are hardly feeling sad or anxious anymore. The only thing you feel now is rage.

When you enter your chambers, Royce follows behind you.

"I know he seems......cold," he says as soon as the door closes. You shoot him a pointed glare as he chuckles, "but" he puts his finger to his chin as if in deep thought, "he may perhaps be different when the two of you are alone. He is a prince, he was raised to show the world a certain version of himself. I'm sure there is a different version of him that he would show his wife"

You again roll your eyes. Royce could be right, but you don't want to hear this right now. You just want to escape this situation.

He sighs. "All I'm saying is don't just assume the whole affair will be miserable"

"I just don't understand how father could still allow this to happen in the first place! What of the disrespect shown to our house? He murdered a messenger in our skies, kin may I mind you. Then, he runs off and marries a low born servant while betrothed to me!"

"That was a rumor from what I understand. No marriage took place. She was but a paramour, " Royce says as he pours himself some wine.

"Oh yes that's much better. A man of honor clearly" you look away from Royce jaw tight.

Royce chuckles again and shakes his head. "Men can be weak to the allure of women do not take it as a personal affront."

You grit your teeth. " I am not taking it personally. I am taking it as a testament to his lack of moral fiber"

Royce sighs and gives you an annoyed look before running his hand down his face. " You needn't love the man. Just act as a faithful wife and a kind and just queen, and when the time comes, a loving mother." he sits down in the armchair before the hearth. "Just perform your duties and stay out of his way"

"You wouldn't understand, you will marry some noble woman who will answer to you, you are not the one who will be at the mercy of some Targaryen psychopath who burnt down half the realm in anger! Do not try and pretend to understand the situation in which I find myself and the very real dangers I now face!" You calm yourself and look at Royce with despair."Is there truly no way out of this?"

He looks at you with sympathy. "With this marriage, Baratheon blood will sit the iron throne. There is no way out of this, I'm afraid"

"Life as a broodmare..... lucky me"

"You will be queen of the seven kingdoms .."

"A broodmare dressed in jewels is still a broodmare." You sigh and look toward the bedchamber.

"I wish to retire." You feel exhausted and defeated

"Very well," he says as he stands. "Since you can not change your situation, I would suggest you find the good in it." With that statement, he leaves your chambers.

You roll your eyes as you hear the door close.

'The good in it,' you think to yourself,'how exactly do I find the good in a situation in which I have no power or control?"

The next few days went by in a whirlwind. The lack of time to prepare for the wedding had the dowager queen Alicent scrambling to have as much of what was expected of a royal wedding as possible. You were constantly being dragged to dress fittings, while Alicent stood approving or denying the fabrics and designs of the dress. You stood there like a mannequin. Not one choice was yours. Not the dress, not the jewelry, not the hair style and certainly not the groom.

A groom which you had seen none of. There was no courting or getting to know eachother you simply prepared for the wedding with the dowager queen, and he was off doing something else you knew nothing of. You would be married off to a man you have only ever greeted.

This had you in a state of mild disassociation. You simply existed in your day to day movements instead of living in them.

The day before the wedding started like all the others. Invited to tea first thing with the dowager queen. You made your way through the winding corridors, having memorized the path from your apartments to hers.

As you come upon her door, you tap lightly. One of Alicents serving girls answers the door and ushers you in.

"You come around the corner to see the dowager queen sitting in her usual stance teacup in hand. " she smiles up at you gently as she waits for you to take a seat.

"So I think we are as prepared as we are going to get. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, so..... I think today will be a good time for you to take some rest."

You squint your eyes at her in disbelief. "Hmm" is all you manage to say.

"Though" she starts, and you think to yourself, "Here it comes' "there is one thing I hoped to discuss with you. Since your mother is unable to get here in time, I wished to......... guide you. . .. through the requirements of your wedding night"

You inwardly cringe at the mention of your wedding night. You had been taught as a girl growing up about the coupling that will take place between a man and his wife. How important it is to consummate your marriage, and it is certainly not something you wish to discuss with Alicent.

"Oh " is all you can manage to say as you wring your hands in your lap.

"Aemond will guide you just listen to his instructions, and you will be fine. Don't be nervous or scared, " you can tell she is trying to bring you comfort, but it only serves to make you more uncomfortable.

"I understand this is a subject he is quite educated on already." You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth and close your eyes. "My apologies, your grace, that was most inappropriate"

She sighs and looks down at her lap as she picks her fingers. "It was....but I can understand your distaste for impropriety." she places her teacup down and makes direct eye contact with you. "I ask only that you do not judge him too harshly. A man at war is under an immense amount of stress and may make poor decisions. He is a good man, though, my son, and I have not one doubt it my mind that he will be a good husband."

You nod desperate for this conversation to end so you can take your leave.

She sighs again as she eyes you up and down. No doubt trying to dicern your thoughts. "Very well. You may go. Do take a walk through the gardens. They are most beautiful and are a wonderful place to clear one's thoughts"

You thank her for her hospitality before you curtsey and gently walk out of her apartments. The moment you enter the corridor, you place your hand over your chest, trying to calm your fast beating heart.

You are chastising yourself in your head for speaking so out of turn with the dowager queen. 'What was I thinking? What if she tells him? What if he takes great offense?'

"Ugghhh"

"Is everything alright, my lady?"

You close your eyes and freeze before slowly turning around and coming face to face with your future husband. You have been so busy fighting this arrangement that you had not taken the time to properly look at him, but here, in front of you like this, you can not help but gaze at him.

Tall and lithe. Long bonde hair top half pulled back . Sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His one purple eye boring into you.

"Oh... yes, my prince just.....ummm big day tomorrow"

"Hmmm," he clicks his tongue as he looks you up and down. "Are you due to visit my mother?"

"Oh no, just left her company, actually," you shift nervously from one foot to the other.

"Very well then, I will keep you no longer." he walks past you and gently knocks on the door to Alicent's apartments.

You perform a small curtsey and then continue to make your way down the corridor. Before rounding the corner, you look back at the man standing before his mother's door. His long slender frame stood perfectly poised with his slim waist and long arms tucked behind him.

You feel your cheeks warming up slightly as you look at him, a small smile coming to your face before you come to your senses, turning quickly and continuing toward the gardens.

You reach the gardens quickly and look for a place to sit. You decide to sit by some rose bushes and start to laugh, thinking to yourself,

'I'm marrying a Targaryen prince, a mass murdering kinslayer. Who I am just now noticing is most pleasing to my eyes.' You put your face into your hands.

"I've gone daft"

"You've always been daft." Your head shoots up to see Royce standing over you.

"May I not have a moment where a man doesn't just sprout from the ground unannounced!"

He looks at you quizzically but just shrugs it off. "I wanted to see you on this your last day of being unwed"

"That is most kind, brother, but at this moment, I would like to be alone with my thoughts"

"I will be leaving quickly after the wedding. I really would like to spend some time with you. I do not know when I shall see you again"

You feel a pang of sadness in your chest. Once Royce leaves, it will just be you and the Targaryens. You'll be a little storm surrounded by dragons.

You spend the entire afternoon with Royce. Instead of talking about your upcoming marriage, you choose to reminisce about your shared childhood at storms end. How you used to sneak out to watch Royce's sword training lessons or how you used to steal Cassandra's hairbrushes and hide them throughout the castle just so you could watch her and her serving girls as they looked for them frantically. The nights when there would be a particularly strong storm outside you and your siblings would sit together and watch strikes of lightning cross the sky and enjoy just being in eachothers presence without having to say a word. The memories fill you with joy as well as grief.

You never realized how important these moments were when you were in them. But now that they are just memories and you know you won't be making any more memories like this, a feeling of finality settles over you.

You have supper in your chambers, just Royce and you, and once he leaves and your chamber maid helps you out of your dress and into sleep clothes you get in bed and lay down staring at the canopy above you.

Everything changes tomorrow. You leave house Baratheon the only thing you have ever known, and join house Targaryen. Royce will leave, and it will not just be you and your new family. Your new husband

You fought with yourself all night, willing to sleep to come, and when it finally did, it felt like simply a blink of the eye before you were being woken up, 3 chamber maids bustling about your chamber.

"Good, Morn, my lady." Amber greets you delicately. "We have a bath prepared for you"

"What of breaking fast?" You groggily grumble, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes.

"After the bath, my lady.... lots to do today. " Amber stands beside the bed hands clasped in front of her as she waits for you to get out of bed.

"Yes, ok, you are right." You sit up and look around your chamber. There are 2 more chamber maids assisting amber with filling the tub. They have the tub filled and seem to just be waiting for you.

You slide your feet off the side of the bed, and they hit the cold floor. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, your stomach a mix of knots and nervous queasyness.

You stand up and head over to the tub. You put one finger in the water. It is warm and inviting but you hesitate. Completing this bath is one step closer to the Sept. Every single thing you do today is one step closer to that damned Sept.

Your legs begin to wobble a bit beneath you.

"My lady?" Amber asks while looking at you with a concerned gaze.

"Let's get this over with" you strip from your night clothes and sink into the warm water and the three maids surround you a maid on each side scrubbing your body while amber is washing your hair.

It's all so dehumanizing. Being scrubbed and polished. Like some kind of jewel or prize for your new husband. You stare blankly ahead as the maids do their duty lost in your thoughts.

When your bath is complete, you are dried off and changed into a very basic gown. No doubt so you can have your morning meal before the real poking and prodding begins.

You try to eat but end up mostly just pushing food around your plate. Once you finally admit defeat and accept the fact that you are not going to get much more down besides a lone strawberry and a few grapes the real preening is ready to begin.

First Amber combs and braids your hair. A beautiful design of twisted braids accented by little white flowers she placed along the crown of your head.

Before you even have time to marvel at the beauty of it, you are dragged off to be fitted into your wedding gown one final time.

As the soft fabric of the dress sails across your skin, it suddenly feels suffocating, stifling. You start to push at the fabric, trying to get it off.

"My lady?" Amber asks concerned

"I ... I can't wear this.... I can't do this!" You start pushing on the fabric more forcefully desperate to remove the garment.

"My lady we haven't much time left-" Amber is cut off by your screams

"You think I'm unaware of how little time is left?" You bark at her, shoving the fabric off of your arms, watching as the dress pools around your feet.

Your breathing is fast and your head is spinning.

"I'll get the dowager queen" one of the maids says frantically as she goes to leave the room.

"No!" Amber interrupts. "Get lord Royce"

The other maid nods and leaves the room

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have snapped at you that way," you say, clearly panicking. You look down at the gown.

"I.... I have to get dressed......" Your stomach lurches.

"Let's just take a quick break, my lady," Amber says, gently putting her hand out to you to help you step down from the pedestal you had been placed on.

You nod furiously. "Yes, a break. Yes, " your breathing begins to regulate as you step out of the dress and off the pedestal.

The first maid returns with Royce following closely behind. You look up at Royce eyes wide and burst into tears.

"Everyone out," he orders, and the maids all scurry from the room.

"Little storm," he says while walking over to you

"I can't, Royce. I can not do this"

He grabs you by the shoulders looking you directly in your eyes.

"You can do this, and you will. As is your duty to your house and the realm, storms don't bend they don't bow. They persevere"

You leap into Royce's arms "please Royce please don't make me do this"

"It is done, sister, you will be fine. You will be queen, and you will make the realm better for it"

He stays with you for a while gently rocking you while your breathing returns to normal.

"You're right. I can do this. He is but at man at the end of it all"

Royce just smiles at you. "Now I will send the chamber maids back in. Can't have you married in a chemise." He chuckles.

He takes your hand and helps you back up on the pedestal. You step into the dress as he leaves the room and quickly the maids return, and this time, the dress slips on. The corset tightened. The sleeves puffed. The skirts fluffed.

A beautiful sapphire necklace is placed on your chest, and the baratheon maidens cloak is placed upon your shoulders.

The maids leave the room as you stare at yourself in the long mirror.

Who is this woman? Certainly, isn't me. You run your fingers over the sapphire that sits on your chest. Such an odd choice. You would have thought of a ruby or even an emerald.

When the dowager queen enters to do a final check and approval of your appearance, you don't feel as scared or nervous as you did at the start of this day.

This is my duty, and I will complete my duty with dignity and poise.

You are then led through the corridors of the castle. A few maids accompany you. One holding your train the other your hand to keep you steady on your feet as you enter the courtyard.

There in the courtyard stands Royce in some of his finest clothes next to a carriage with the door open. The carriage that will bring you to the Sept. Your last carriage ride as an unwed maiden.

You take a deep breath and walk towards Royce head held high. As he takes your hand and helps you into the carriage. He then follows you in and closes the door behind you.

"You ready?" He asks

"Actually,... I think I am"

Part 4

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Love Sky Excerpt: The Model Incident

Who requested this... @secriden and @zarrenix, I believe?

** Note because it comes up: Sky's dorm in the novel is just a mini fridge, microwave, low table, and a bed. The bathroom is through a door to the side, but otherwise it's a fairly small and cramped space. Not even a sofa.

"Okay, you take care of this. And be careful, this one has to be turned in tomorrow."

He has been called to do... work.

The one giving orders returns to his computer with a serious look, as he fixes the 3D model on the screen, leaving Prapai with a model that he has no idea what the final product should even be.

"Wait, did you just call me to help with homework?!"

He shouts loudly after he regains his senses.

"Um, please help me. I'm running out of time. At noon the professor assigned a new work to be turned in tomorrow, and there's another work to be done for tomorrow too. I don't have time now. Ahhh! Is it 11pm already? Will I get any fucking sleep?" Sky freaks out after looking at his watch, but Prapai is more serious.

He can't laugh at this one.

The whole way from the hotel to this dorm (Note: Prapai was having drinks with his Uncle Frost), he was nearly going insane from the worries he had for the other one. But apart from the shaky voice of the boy who asked him to come over, there was no other explanation. The man admits that even though he's not the one who thinks too much, he is angry. He's so angry that his deep voice which is normally filled with playfulness is now full of frustration.

"Did you call me all the way here to do work? Okay, I know you see me no better than some psychotic creep who keeps chasing you, but have you considered how I feel at all? Or how worried I was? All of this for work you need to turn in to your professor tomorrow?!?!?!?!" Prapai doesn't get angry easily, but when he does, it's scary. Those eyes stare at the boy who turns his chair around, looking shocked.

"I..."

While Sky bites his lip with guilt and eyes blurry from tears, profound silence falls into the room until the big one has to close his eyes to focus.

"For get it. I'm the crazy one. You have to turn this in tomorrow, right?"

He is furious, but he's going to help anyway.

He doesn't know how much help he will be because his hands are shaking with anger.

"Pai..."

"Are you in a rush?"

The kid moves to sit on the bed he's laying his back against, but the man just asks back in a deep voice. He hasn't moved his eyes away from the paper in his hand, so he nearly gives himself a papercut when...

"!!!"

His cheeks are held as the other one presses the soft lips onto his lips.

Prapai's eyes widen, staring at the face which is inches away. He can see the details clearly- the thick eyelashes on top of bright cheeks. He can also feel the fingertips that hold firmly along his jawline, and even the soft lips that press down so tight, and all the way those lips pull back and push in again, sucking his lower lip. The tip of the tongue lingers around his lips and then gets inside his mouth.

This is so gentle, so adorable and sweet, it makes him forget everything.

"Hmmm." Someone who's trying to please him with his tongue lets out a soft moan. But before Prapai reciprocates, the one who kisses him back away with a red face.

Then, Sky asks in a pleading and worried voice, "I'm sorry, but please help me? Please?"

Yes, Prapai is angry, but he hears himself replying just...

"Yeah," and he looks back to the work he's been assigned to.

How much did he let Sky have his way? It is the question even he doesn't dare answer.

---

Sky knows now that he doesn't want to make Prapai angry.

At first, the young man intended to make Prapai leave him alone, but no matter how cold he got, how nasty he glared at him, now ignorant he became, it seemed to be him who, out of the blue, started to care about and trust the other one. So, when he nearly had a breakdown last night from not having enough time to work, he decided without thinking to call the other one before the stress exploded. And he didn't know how that stress vanished when the other came over, worried about him.

At first he wanted to scream, he felt so relieved, but then he went back to feeling stressed when Prapai exploded.

He had never seen Prapai angry before, and now that he saw it, he was terrified.

The young man was sure that he wasn't scared that Prapai would kill him, but he was scared that Prapai would walk away and never return. All of that was the reason why someone who said he would never let this man have him pulled the big one on himself. He didn't know why, but he kissed him, and he didn't regret it.

Not that there was anything else for him to lose, but because those angry eyes like wildfire died down into ashes.

Now Prapai was no longer angry.

However, he didn't have time to consider the state of his heart because time was running out. So he went back to focusing on his part, while Prapai helped with what he asked. They rarely talk, but it will be Prapai asking what he has to do next and if he's doing it right. Sky gives back a quick answer and continues to focus on his work. By the time he gets to sleep, it is four in the morning. The young man doesn't think too much even though there is a big one sleeping in the same bed. They don't even say goodnight, because as soon as they close their eyes, they go right to bed. Soon after, the alarm goes off- not on his phone, but on Prapai's.

"Can I use the bathroom?"

The owner of the room nods, he gets up to put the plan he drew in the cylinder box and gathers his tools into his backpack. When Prapai gets out of the bathroom, he takes turns using it.

Sky can say he's avoiding Prapai. He has had some time to think before the confrontation, but his heart is being pierced with guilt.

How could he do it? Calling Prapai to use him like that? Even thinking of it makes him feel so selfish. They aren't in a relationship, and it was right for Prapai to be angry- so angry that Sky is scared to even look at him in the eye. He doesn't know what this man is thinking at all. But when he gets out of the bathroom, the one who he thought would already be gone is sitting on the made bed.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride."

Sky could argue that he has time before he has to go, but he doesn't. One hand reaches out to grab a backpack, another hand reaches to grab the cylinder box. He doesn't say anything when Prapai voluntarily picks up the model- which the man completed 50% of.

"Next time I'll bring my car; that's better, right? You probably sit uncomfortably on this."

Normally, he would say there is no need to bring anything, he can go anywhere himself. But now when he is overwhelmed with guilt, he climbs on to the big motorbike, gets a firm grip on his things, and holds the model himself, guarding it with his life, because like Prapai said, it's uncomfortable.

He's not afraid of falling, he's afraid the thing in his hands will fall.

The young man doesn't know the model of Prapai's big motorbike or how much it costs, but what he is sure of is that the man bought it for speed, to invite girls and guys to hug him from behind, not for him who carries tons of stuff and cares about them more than himself. But Prapai rides slowly and guides both him and his things to the university safely.

"Here. I'll help." When they arrive, he helps carry the model and waits for Sky to climb down. Then he returns it with... a smile.

Prapai already took off the helmet, so the young man gets to see it with his own eyes.

Normally, Sky wouldn't hesitate to walk on and not look back, but he can't afford to ignore Prapai. When he knew Prapai was coming over before, he forced himself to stay awake, not to mention all the hours he put Prapai through with all the work last night. So, he can only stand still and hesitate if he should say 'thank you' or 'have a safe ride back'.

Either one, it can't represent how terrible he feels right now.

"Pai, I'm sorry." Sky looks up with shame.

"Then come here, I'll punish you with a kiss."

"Are you insane?!" he's serious, but Prapai just laughs and even pulls his arm. Sky's glad it isn't rough, or he would drop the model and actually cut the other one open with the utility knife. So, now he can only stare, seeing how relaxed Prapai seems.

"Well, you said sorry, and I'll punish you for that. What's wrong with that?"

"Very funny."

"I'll be the one laughing."

The old him would give back a dry smile, but he presses his lips.

Sky is not only stupid; he knows Prapai only made a joke so that he wouldn't feel awkward, but he doesn't like to owe anything, so he only repeats.

"I'm really sorry."

The man in front of him softens his smile, lets go of his arms, and touches his cheek instead.

"Believe me. I'm not angry anymore."

Sky looks back with a hint of skepticism; Prapai sees through it as always.

"Okay, I was angry last night, but I'm not now. I visited you uninvited many times and you didn't get mad at me. When you were in a tough situation and thought of me, then I should be happy. Besides, the prize was worth it.

The speaker looks at his lips with a grin. Sky would yell back, but he picks up a sign now that there are true feelings of care hidden behind those ominous words.

Even if the boy turned around without looking back now, Prapai wouldn't be angry. Instead, Sky would be angry with himself.

"It's cheap- all that work for a kiss."

"We see value differently. For me, you're worth everything."

Sky's face flushes at the touch of the other on his cheek as he says nothing, or more like he's speechless. He can only look at the tall man who still lingers as he pulls his hand back and even looks at his lips.

"I'd better go. If I stay any longer, I might do something. Be good in class."

The young man stands still, watching Prapai as he puts on his helmet.

"Oh," before leaving, Prapai pushes his helmet's mask up. Even though Sky cannot see his lips, he knows the man is smiling.

"If you find yourself in a tough situation again, feel free to call me. But just let me know that it is for help with homework. I don't want to nearly have a heart attack like last night, okay kiddo?" The speaker puts both hands on the bike, pulls up one of his legs, getting ready to shift gears.

"Pai!"

"Yes?"

"Hold this for me for a minute." Sky is the one asking and approaching. He puts his work into the arms of the tall man who is concerned about it. And hten he blames it all on his guilt pushing him to do what he's about to do.

"What are you playing at? Hum?"

Sky ignores the question. He pulls Prapai's helmet up to his nose, not all the way off his head, and...

Smooch!

He kisses the man hard once, and the tall man is in shock.

Just seconds, but it feels like the world has stopped spinning.

The kid can feel the warmth that pulls him close. He can't help himself but suck Prapai's lips a little, then he pushes himself right back with two burning cheeks. He pulls the frozen man's helmet back to where it was, looking down as he mutters, "I gave you a punishment. Go back safely."

Sky turns away and takes long steps to the building as soon as he finishes. The man who has been unfrozen shouts behind him.

"Can I have that again? I wasn't prepared!"

"Go back to sleep!" He shouts and stomps into the building, no longer listening to what Prapai is saying. All he knows is, he's too shy to even breathe.

Sky could swear he did it out of guilt only; nothing else is a component at all.

Believe him!

[rinamars]

im so sorry im waiting to eat lunch and you asked about rut and i am HUNGRY.

i have many thoughts about rut. the first of which is that it would look delicious on a man like erwin. he constructs himself at all times to appear controlled and level-headed; he does not succumb to desire, desire succumbs to him, and he leans into it with an almost blasé ‘well i’m just doing this to get rid of the inconvenience’. that being said, when he does go into rut, he deals with it efficiently, almost medicinally. he’s discreet. never the same person twice, and never people at all, if he can help it.

that is, until his tea is poisoned with a rut inducer. political shenanigans blah blah blah, but someone has designs on the survey corps, and what better way to portray them as weak than to have their commander go into a rut frenzy the same week he was due to attend a conference with the king? and it isn’t his usual rut - it’s brutal, and it makes him brutal. just thinking about rough fucking, about biting, about erwin looking dishevelled and wild-eyed and stalking after the object of his desire and just taking.

of course, he will moments of clarity. the guilt on his face is heart-breaking, but he still can’t stop fucking up into his partner, still can’t stop himself wanting to bite them, to taste them, to have them entirely. and after it’s all over, his rut is sated, and he can now think and act with clarity, he still finds himself constantly thinking about it. he finds himself still wanting them. maybe he always did. maybe he always will.

(and maybe he’ll get poisoned with rut inducer again and they’ll go for round 2 - but was he actually poisoned?)

AHHH YOU'RE SPOILING ME i had to wait until bedtime to reply otherwise i would have spent all afternoon thinking about tHIS

first of all YES. losing control would look delicious on a man like erwin!! erwin "gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets" smith is absolutely the kind of guy who would try his hardest not to slip and lose control, even at such an uncontrollable moment, but when he does... OH BOY

these thoughts you're sharing with me are right up my alley, honestly, i'm weak for the whole "nobles try to sabotage erwin by secretly giving him an aphrodisiac" thing.............

they think they're being so clever, attempting something that can make a man as unshakable and put together as erwin lose control, but joke's on them, because maybe in some sick and twisted way they've actually done him a favour

let me explain: say you're his assistant (another concept i LOVE, i was made to serve him), his lovely, sweet, reliable assistant, the one woman he's sworn to never touch because he would feel awful for defiling you during a rut... and the one woman he secretly wants to touch the most.

you're the one who finds him first right after the drug kicks in, the right person at the right time (or at the wrong time, as he thinks in his brief moments of lucidity). he's quite a sight: flushed, face damp with sweat, breah laboured. he'd obviously tried to get rid of his shirt and belts but clearly failed because he just had to undo his trousers and free his aching cock. you find him like that, belts on the floor, with his shirt still half tucked in as he thrusts helplessly into his own fist.

he begs you to go away before he becomes dangerous, but you're resolute: your job as his assistant is to assist him right? so you're willing to do it in any way he can. you lock the door behind you and inch closer.

you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, you have no idea how enticing you look to him right now. his fondness for you grows silently each day, but right now none of the thoughts that fill his head are as chaste and innocent as they usually are. right now he wants to take, he wants to fuck, he wants to own.

his normal ruts are usually never like this. they're not easy, of course, even less so when he has to go through them without a partner, but this one is unlike any he's experienced before.

you're slammed against his desk as soon as you're in front of him, your trousers are hastily pulled down just enough to give him room, and then he's penetrating you. it's not romantic and it's certainly not proper: it's fast and it's hungry, driven by the most primal of needs—he needs to fuck you, breed you, fill you until you're stuffed and heavy with his children, yes, yes—

all you can do is lay there and take it, and accept that assisting him right now means being used as a warm little hole for his cock until he's satisfied, until he's had as many orgasms as it takes for the toxins to leave his body.

and you do it gladly.

it lasts for hours. he just can't stop railing into you, driven crazy by the shape of your body, your softness, and the smell of you which mingles so perfectly with his own—and you're moaning so prettily for him, and you're so wet there's a squelching noise every time he fucks you, and those sounds drive him even more insane than the drug ever did.

the sun is rising by the time he's fucking his last orgasm into you.

that's also when the fog finally clears. his cock softens and slips out easily, followed by rivers of his seed. you're exhausted, limp on the carpet, and there isn't a spot on your body that isn't covered in bite marks.

he'd sworn he'd never touch you. he'd sworn he'd never use you to satisfy his primal urges, because you deserve to be treated with far more tenderness, and yet—here he is.

despite what everyone says about him, erwin's just a man. he's not above lust and desire. maybe that's what the nobles were trying to accomplish by slipping that rut inducer into his drink.

luckily for him, though, you were there to help him through it, making sure the effect of the drug would wear off quicker. and now that that final wall between you has been breached, he can be sure you'll help him again and again. and again.

uhhhh i got carried away sorry

[butter-egg-toast]

Handsome

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🧈 butter note: Hey 👋 all, I'm back. (A little) My health is doing a little bit better for the new year. So I decided to write ✍️ ☺️. So enjoy

💝💘 Happy Valentines Day💝💘

-----"Ahh, you're so handsome♡♡♡♡"-Y/n----

💕Taken a back by your comment. These guys come off really awkward, but inside, they are super giddy. He's definitely the type that doesn't know how to react to it. Sometimes, they have a hard time taking the Compliment

Haru: "Uhm....thanks.. umm.." He pulls you in an awkward, yet loving hug. "You're cute too," he whispers in your neck. "H-haru that tickles!!"

Sousuke:" Uh, thanks....you too." he sits there in a moment of silence going back to his reading. "Umm. Y/n... .do you want to go out to dinner? It will be my treat, "  He spoke in his usual uneventful voice. "Uh... sure. that's random, but okay.!"

Hiyori: "Uh. Do you think so? I wouldn't think as far as handsome, but thank you." he gives you a half smile. "Ahh. Don't be humble!" You crossed your arms. "Sorry. I'm used to people complimenting other qualities that I have, thank you y/n" he kisses your cheek.

💕These guys would definitely become super flirty with you. The type that's used to Compliments and know how to handle them.

Kisumi : "I'm well aware of that." he comes put his arm around you. "But hearing it come from you makes me excited." "Um.. okay? What do you mean exactly?" You look up to him. "Ah y/n, you're making this too easy." he places his hand around your chin, lifting it towards  him and kisses you.

Natsuya: "Well, thank you. I hear compliments from  everyone. But hearing it come from you gets me going. "Eh?! What do you mean? Your face scrunched up. "Don't you worry about those details." he winks at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder

💕Super shy and nervous after hearing you say it, most likely would continue to remember it after a week.

Makoto: "Ahhh.... thank you *blush* that caught me off guard..." He turns around, covering his face with his hands. "Aww, you're so adorable Makoto♡♡ " You teased him further by poking his back. "Y/n! I'm not!!"

Rei: " Well, thank you, I have tried a new skin routine in the mornings," he pushes his glasses in confidence. "And I love that you notice my beauty," his glasses fog up. "Ptff!! You burst out laughing. "You're too cute, Rei."

Ikuya: "Geez, don't say that out loud. ".. he gets super embarrassed covering his flushed face. "I like hearing your thoughts about me. It makes me feel fluffy inside." Yet again, ikuya gets embarrassed but at his own words. "Ha... yeah, I'll share more with you. "

Aii: "y-you think I'm handsome.... um.. I think you're beautiful... can I kiss you?" He walks towards you, kissing you on your lips. "Oh, someone's bold today♡." You flashed a cheeky grin. "Yes... I'm feeling confident after your comment, "

💕 These guys are a mixture of all three: flirty, embarrassed, and nonchalant. Also, they try their best to act cool and try not to show how happy they are.

Rin: "Thanks....um yeah *scratch neck* You're very pretty too...and sexy." He spoke the last part in a low tone. " Uh huh, what was that last part?" You poke his cheek playfully. "..nothing!!"

Kaede "tsk...... I don't care about that stuff, whatever, " he walks away, but you can clearly see his red ears. "Ahh... you remind me of a stray cat, " you mumble. "Huh?! " He WhipsHis head back to you. " Oh, nothing...♡ " You walked away while chuckling to yourself. "The hell so funny!"

Asahi: " Huh?!.. well coming from you it make me think I'm special" he blushes. "Aww, your reaction is so cute, Asahi," you teased. "I want to hear more of your encouraging words." he wraps his arms around you.

Nao: " Oh? that caught me off guard. Thank you. You're also beautiful, y/n. " he kisses your forhead. "Using your charm on me as always." You began to become flustered "Charm? What charm? You started it, " he giggles at your response

💕 They get super happy. 100% will give you affection throughout the day. They feel more seen and special.

Momo:  REALLY?!! You really mean it??!!" He comes up giving you a bear hug. "I'm super happy!!! Hearing that from a CUTE girl like you! " he swings you around. "M-momo chill out.. and put me down!!!"

Nagisa: "Handsome!!! he lifts his chin."Hey! What else do you like about me?! " He flash you his  puppy eyes. "Uuhh, I love the way you swim... and you have cute, silky hair. " You ruffled his hair. "Mmhh... y/n... "He pouts while crossing his arms, then his Demeanor changes. "You're so precious.. Come here!!" He jumped at you open arms for a hug

[vindieselsfacebook-blog]

okay after seeing your poll on the unpopular GG opinions I need to hear your thoughts on lane!!! please please elaborate because on first seeing your take I don't agree but I've also never thought about it so I would love to hear your opinion if you feel like it! :))

Ahhh first of all, omg thank you for caring to hear any of my rambling. :') Second of all, pheewwww boy do I have some unpopular Lane opinions lol.

My disclaimer at the top is that I like Lane! She gets so much interesting, flawed characterization that a lot of sidekicks in fiction don't. I can sound like a hater but I think there's this fascinating effect where fans either relate so closely with Lane, they project a lot onto her - to the point of pretending her flaws and mistakes just don't exist - or they flatly reduce her to her endearing strengths and root for her so much as an underdog, they don't engage with any deeper critique and honestly kind of infantilize her and don't hold her accountable for her choices.

Lane is so relatable because her experience speaks to folks growing up in similarly religious, oppressive, and/or culturally specific family units that maybe feel more authoritarian. This is where I must acknowledge that I'm an only child in a white (eastern European mostly) household where I never really clicked with my parents in most ways and was always kind of at peace with that fact. I've always struggled with fully understanding and empathizing with people (both irl and in fiction) who clearly feel so unhappy and/or oppressed by situations, but lack the courage to really do anything about it when it would be fully possible for them.

Lane's mom is cartoonishly restrictive of her and often downright cruel, but at the end of the day, Lane still cares too much what her mother thinks. She still wants to make her happy and internalizes those teachings instead of really pushing beyond them and rebelling like she acts like she wants to. She folds in on herself with a victim mentality constantly that frustrates me. As a kid, I totally get it, but once adulthood looms and she goes along with her mom's college choices for her, tries to make every friend and romantic interest delight in ridiculous charades to keep peace, and doesn't want to have sex before marriage, I get less sympathetic. Grow up, girl! Maybe it's because Lorelai's story is the 180 degree opposite of Lane's. I have so much love and admiration for Lorelai's bold choices, perhaps that's the root of my disconnect with Lane. Again - I totally get that this is shaped by my personal cultural upbringing.

Besides finding it hard to respect this desire to still be mommy's little girl when I don't think her mother has earned that OR that it's a personally satisfying pursuit for Lane, I find her boy-crazy obsessions dull and shallow. In she and Rory's brief S1 conflict where Lane feels ignored by Rory, I kind of can't help but take Rory's side because girl, I'm sorry, I'd be bored as shit hearing you ramble on and on about some dumb dude you don't even know because his hair is cute.

Although I resent the term so much these days, Lane fits the stereotype of "I'm not like other girls" MUCH more than either Rory or Lorelai in my opinion. She's always talking about dumb girls she doesn't like, girls in bands being her competition, etc. I get that's an easy coping mechanism for a girl like her who only has her taste as something she can feel superior to others about because her life is otherwise small, but still. The main characters get that critique but she's always exempt.

So many fans paint with a broad brush claiming Lane's a better friend to Rory than Rory is to her when I feel it's the reverse - Lane requires A LOT of emotional labor. I've heard folks claim she's just as smart - why couldn't she get into an Ivy, too? Well, to start, Lane wouldn't even go if she had the chance because she's too scared to be truly ambitious, she's not the main character of the show, and honestly, why do people think she's so smart? She's no dummy, but she's never portrayed as being especially good at school or interested in academics. That's where I see the projection creep in. People who relate to Lane are angry on behalf of her perceived wasted potential because they feel it about themselves or others they love.

Then of course, we all get mad about her quick marriage and pregnancy, but those are both fully Lane's choices. She's allegedly disagreed with her mom her entire life, but again chooses victimhood in refusing to have sex until marriage and still valuing the oppressive heteronormative life she's always been obsessed with. She was already making progress choosing her independent starving artist life at that point so she can't blame that choice on mommy. You're an adult - learn about contraception if you don't want to get pregnant! Or get an abortion! But no - Lane is a career self-saboteur. Like pushing Henry Cho away, Lane is addicted to struggling and hiding and keeps creating these circumstances for herself long after her childhood under her mom's thumb. She even needed her mom to plan a tour for her and her band.

AND ANOTHER THING (lol sorry, full drunk-uncle-ing now) but I don't think Dave Rygalski's willingness to lie, hide, and change himself for a girl's attention is healthy and gets waayyy too romanticized. Lane would be a nightmare girlfriend.

When fans share dreams of Lane moving to a bigger city, starting an all-girl band, or being successful in the music industry, I can't help but think those aspirations are far more out-of-character than people seem to think. She's just not that girl - and that's ok! Not everyone is. She ends up seemingly happy with her community and family and walks that line having a good relationship with her mom. We maybe hoped for more, but unfortunately she didn't. And just as with so many other things in Gilmore Girls, that rings so bittersweetly true to real life.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

The new ones sound so good! But I'm also loving your ongoing fics, so I'm putting a little of everything (hope this isn't too much!). 📖📖📖📖 🧟🧟🧟🧟 🛏️🛏️🛏️🛏️

➰➰➰➰ 🔼🔼🔼🔼 🦷🦷🦷🦷 🚨🚨🚨🚨

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Ahhh thank you so much!!

12 for 📖:

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Buck has Fridays off. So his week is Sunday to Thursday. Starting after that second run-in with Eddie and Christopher, Buck starts seeing the kid two or three times a week. Sometimes with Eddie, sometimes with a relative. His Abuela or aunt. And then, sometimes - increasingly so - with Carla. 

Buck is thrilled to have Carla back in his life. After Patricia died, there hadn’t been much of a reason for them to see each other. Abby transferred to Phoenix. Stopped responding to Buck’s texts, despite promising him it wasn’t a breakup. Consequently, he and Carla had drifted apart. But he has such a fondness for her. 

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“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Eddie complains. “Can we kill that thing?”

Former person. Whatever. 

“I can do that!” Buck jumps to be helpful. 

He strides into the street, aims, and shoots at the dying creature. Buckshot takes off most of its face and it slumps over, dead. Some pellets hit noisily off the metal street sign behind it. 

Eddie doesn’t actually feel any better at all. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

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 It’s not even a turning point. 

It’s just a natural continued erosion of boundaries. 

They’re eating dinner. Buck cooked. Obviously. Eddie has been very quiet all day. Waiting. Looking at his phone. He still hasn’t heard from Chris. Buck wishes he could teleport to Texas and plead with Chris to put aside his hurt and anger for just one moment to call his dad on Father’s Day. But he can’t. So he’s cooking for Eddie instead. 

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12 for ➰

tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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“It won’t work,” Eddie says. 

He sounds so certain. 

“Why not try?” Buck asks. 

“I’ve tried everything,” Eddie says. 

“Eating a different restaurant?” Buck asks. 

“Yes, Buck,” Eddie says through gritted teeth. “Obviously I tried that.”

Buck blinks. How did they go from I’m so lucky I get to love you, I’m so lucky that you’re mine, I love you so much, to here?

“Okay,” Buck concedes. 

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“I know,” Shannon mumbles. Her face is on fire. “God, I know. I-I… I’m so sorry.”

“I have to go,” Buck says tightly.

“Wait, Buck! I’m sorry!”

But he doesn’t stop to listen. He turns and flees her, shutting the apartment door loudly behind him.

Oh, god. God, what has she done?

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12 for 🦷:

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So they do this thing now, where they don’t even try to let go. Where they find any reason or moment possible to be somehow connected. And they never say a word about it. 

Eddie had wondered if it might change when Chris came back. If they’d both be too self conscious. Clearly Buck wondered the same, because they hesitated, a little, as they sat on the couch. But they drifted together all the same, and now here they are. Sitting with their thighs touching and their ankles hooked together and their shoulders bumping every time one of them moves. Christopher doesn’t seem to notice. And it all just feels easy. 

The thing is, Eddie knows. He knows Buck is waiting for him. 

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“And then you almost died,” Ramon says. 

Right. The well. Of course, Pepa or Abuela would have told them. 

“I did,” Eddie admits. 

“And then the world sort of… Ended in a way. For a bit there.”

“It did,” Eddie agrees. Although, he’s not sure he agrees. It sure didn’t feel ended, when he was still taking calls. 

“So I retired,” Ramon announces. 

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“So, yes,” Adriana guesses. “That covers it.”

“I guess,” Eddie grumbles.

“This is where you say, thanks, Adri and Ravi, love you both, and I’ll buy you a souvenir.” 

“You want a souvenir from San Clemente?” Ravi asks her. 

“Yeah, good point. I want wine.” Adriana decides.

“I will get you wine,” Eddie concedes. “Thank you both again. Seriously.”

[piko-chan]

How are you doing today, piko? I hope you're taking care of yourself because with how cute you are it would be a crime not to?! I really love your hair and makeup, and you're clearly so fashionable, if I didn't have to wear an armor all the time I would want you to help me pick out my outfits! But yeah, just a visit from your knight, I hope your day is going great, or at least becomes that way =D

-- Internet knight

AAA MY FAV ANON AGAINNN!!! I'M SORRY FOR NOT RESPONDING SOONER

I had a fucking terrible day. The whole time I was just drawing to keep myself sane ><

First my mom criticised my look and made me feel insecure, then got a 1 grade (F in my grading system), then shitty classes, then I made my gf cryyyy and now it's way too late and I wanna keep doing stuff but I have classes at 8am tomorrow TT

I hate it, I hate it!!!

Gonna exercise a bit and draw to make myself feel more productive><

But your ask made it all better! I blabbered about you to my gf but she got a bit jealous so I stopped. But I was literally sparkling when talking about youuuu. You're so cool Ahhh, a real life knighttt!

[emlovslennon]

Hi, it's me again! :)

So, I was wondering if you could write me a little something for Johnny! I just watched Nowhere Boy so I'm on a Quarrymen John kick, so maybe something of John hitting on the girl in the crowd during his first show with them at the garden party?

Or if not, another idea is:

Maybe something with fluff and smut like John being insecure about his weight at the beach, and the girl helps him feel better about himself and feel sexy by showing him how much she loves and wants him. Sorry I just think chubby John is so handsome and beautiful just the way he is! Poor boy didn't know how beautiful he was.

Sorry for saying two things, I just have a lot of ideas. Honestly, this is the first time I've ever requested something from someone since I'm new to the fandom and Tumblr 💀

Thank you! ❤️

AH IM HONORED IM YOUR FIRST CHOICE!!! Omg i love both of these so imma try to do the first one cuz oml quarrymen john >>> LOVE THIS IDEA!!

Era: 1958

Warnings: none :)

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You watched as this new group “The Quarrymen” played for the first time, your friend brought you up to this, mainly because she found out you’ve clearly taken a liking to John Lennon, the lead singer, and, you knew you couldn’t deny it. But you just never felt the courage to go up and talk to him, and besides, you’re a complete goodie two shoes, what on earth would a teddy want with you? Well, unbeknownst to you, that was all about to change.

“Oi! You there! Yes! You!” You heard someone shout, you immediately turned your head from your friend to see John, staring directly at you and pointing right in your direction. You were absolutely stunned, there’s no way this happening, right? He must be pointing at someone else.

“M-me?” You said, embarrassed to be to loud, just in case it wasn’t you, the other girls around you were screaming their heads off.

“Why, yes you! Couldn’t you see i was bloody pointing at you? Meet me after the show, I need to talk to you” he said, smirking devilishly, your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks were crimson, there’s no way he just said that to you.

After the show, everyone started to leave, some girls giving you side eyes and others saying very cruel things, but you waited for John, and before you knew it, everyone was gone, but out came John walking towards you.

“A-are you sure you wanted me?” You asked, completely unsure and quite frankly very insecure, you felt as if there was plenty of prettier girls in that crowd.

“Of course, i told you to wait, didn’t I? I wanted to tell you that you’re absolutely stunning, I see you in art class and can never stop staring at you, none of those other birds can compare to you, I just know it, I just, I feel like I need you” he said, slowly caresses your arms with his hands, you felt as if you couldn’t even form words, but you knew you needed to.

“John.. I-I like you too, I was just scared to tell you, I felt you wouldn’t feel the same and id make a fool of myself, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you soo-“

And with that, John gave you soft, passionate kiss on your lips.

“No need for that, love, you made me the biggest fool in Liverpool over how crazed I am for you.”

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SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT AHHH BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT I LOVED WRITING THIS

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| hiii guys, i'm back (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

contents: fluff, gn reader, kaiser being a bitch | NOT PROOF READ

ISAGI X GN READER

A TRIP TO THE FIELD

"babe! come on, i wanna show you my skills. I can assure you i gotten better." isagi smiled while dragging you into the stadium.

"ouch-, atleast show me gently! your pulling me so hard." you scolded him, giggling softly. "Y'know, it better be worth it, you spammed called me so many times.... my nap was disrupted." you yawned to tease him.

"ahhh... im sorry babe, but here! We finally mad-" isagi apologized with a slight tint in his cheeks, before being interrupted by a certain somebody.

"ohh my~ is this your s/o...? you really got lucky with them. I'm surprised you even were telling the truth, eh." you heard a taunting voice come from behind you. when you turned around, you were met with none other but.... kaiser.

"oh umm.... kaiser, is it? nice to mee-" you spoke to the stranger before being interrupted by your boyfriend.

"bleh, kaiser. you should really know when to be quiet... im clearly talking to my partner. leave us alone" isagi said with his grip tightening.

"oh my, so hot-tempered you are isagi... fine, i'll leave you guys alone. let me know when you wanna ditch him for me~" kaiser spoke while turning around to leave.

you turned around to look at isagi, just to see a sight of him having a slight frown with his eyebrows tilted.

"ha, babe, you don't have to be jealous. don't listen to his words. im always gonna stay with you isagi.." you gave him a peck on his cheek. "i love you babe, you should show me what you were so excited about, hm?"

isagi mood suddenly was lifted, his frown now into a smile. he had a slight blush, with it slowly becoming more red by the second

"Ah- yes! come, follow me!" Isagi said while jogging towards the goal.

all you did was chuckle, watching your boyfriend jog to the field ♡

♡ feel free to leave suggestions or requests ♡

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Izzy thoughts at first (then LONG ramblings about the S2 Teaser)

TLDR: I think Izzy is going to run away from Ed, get Stede, and help him become a better pirate. Also: WHY IS EVERYONE SO HOT

1.) Look at him. So *happy* to be the Goth he truly is!

I love that Izzy doesn't trust Ed not to hit him here. If you look, Ed's not that close to his face, but Izzy just *can't* trust him right now.

Izzy in the same face makeup as the rest of the crew (AHHHHH HE'S SO HOT. I want him. I want to be him. ETC). What made Izzy put on the makeup? How long do you think Izzy lasted before caving in? I'm 50/50 between him immediately giving in, or stomping his feet. I love that he clearly put some time into it. That's full coverage right there.

[IS THAT A WIP ON HIS HIP? My CalicoHands heart.... Someone correct me if I'm wrong...please correct me if I'm wrong. I will be thinking about this for a month, thank you.]

We also see him dying his beard with Kohl? Might just be the lighting. Also: take note of that lovely ring around his necktie. My theory is that this is episode 1, right near the beginning of the episode.

2.) THE LAD <3 MY MAN! GOD, he looks refreshed. Rested. Slightly stressed. This is why I think he was staining his beard in the last GIF, just comparing colors.

RED ALERT: THE RING AROUND HIS THROAT IS MISSING(or he's not wearing it in this shot, or we can't see it thanks to the lighting).

Izzy just deciding to leave is so fucking powerful to me, as a show of Izzy's growth in what looks to be 1/2 episodes. I don't think Ed hurt him, I think he genuinely got sick of this shit and left... He might have just run off once he got a *hint* that Stede might be alive, and decided to risk it. (Or fell off the ship during that storm...could you imagine the angst). FIRST MATE IZZY HANDS TO CAPTAIN STEDE BONNET/EDWARDS? Yes, please!

[My Stizzy/Steddyhands author heart is ready to read those fics. Because there is no way in hell these idiots will work out a throuple. As I'm 90% sure Ed just doesn't see Izzy.]

My theory for the scene specifically: Stede's crew takes over a ship, and Izzy is there to help. We see Izzy walk into the room, probably to update his Captain about the raid, and a guy goes in for the stab. The "I did a punch" Is because Izzy is training him. AHHH :3 CHEWING THE BARS OF MY CAGE

3.) I saw a theory that the reason Izzy covers his hand with a glove is because he's been branded as a deserter from the Navy(usually a 'D' tattoo on the hand). Most of Ed's crews wouldn't respect him if they knew that Izzy had turned coat. This also explains why in Ep 9 he hated the idea of Ed turning himself in. In all the scenes in the teaser, we still see him in a glove, even after he ditches the symbolic ring.

ALSO HI SHIRTLESS IZZY, SORRY TO IGNORE YOU! Why is he shirtless? It's the Caribbean, I get that it's hot, but nothing? Does the man not own any other not-black tops? Not that I'm complaining, of course! I am very happy with this artistic decision.

I still think he's going to lose his foot/infection is going to spread thanks to his toe(losing a metaphorical and physical balance thanks to Ed). They're suspiciously covering his foot with a barrel or it's out of frame in most shots. So this training might be 1/2 Izzy helping Stede, and 1/2 Izzy regaining his balance. I also think this is on Stede's new ship, as that doesn't really look like any room we've seen on the Revenge.

STEDE IZZY FRIENDSHIP ARC. :D

(Now, the thing is. Does Izzy find out about Lucius hiding before he leaves? My guess is no, Izzy doesn't know, and is going to take that info right to Stede to reveal in a sensitive moment.)

(YES. I am in love with the Izzy-candle-imagery! My man is a dwindling candle, long may he burn. He doesn't need to use his fingers and cause himself harm when lying/having feelings about something, he can just use his sword)

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NOT IZZY STUFF THAT I LOVED

GET EM ROACH!!!! I just love this shot so much...no clue why. The flowers, the shock on Roach's face, the tiny ass canon.

I love him in this trailer, THIS IS HIS GLOW UP, and am happy Jenkins looked at straight people no-homoing S1 and went 'STEDE LOVES ED! HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH' all teaser.

"I don't care what anyone says, he's actually a good guy!" OH STEDE. This is exactly what I expected from you, and I am so excited to see this play out. I hope Izzy is there to help him manage his money, if not, pray for him.

Stede getting a Pirate Outfit that TWIRLS is so him... I'm so happy for him! This is what I always thought Stede would enjoy about 'dressing up' in a pirate world. He can have elegance, color, and function! THIS is his glow-up, the longer hair, the ATTITUTE<3(Prince better be in this season's soundtrack, please).

WE'RE GETTING A STORM BABY!!!!! My favorite trope in OFMD fic I haven't yet written ;). They're so fucking scary, the reason most pirates didn't last a year is due to storms vs. most other threats. I'm excited this season will explore a bit more of the realities of living on a ship! I write OFMD horror because 1700'S SHIPS ARE HORRIFIC.

ALSO HI JIM!!!!! My two favorite characters, all get a decent screen chunk of teaser time. THEY ARE SO FUCKING HOT IN THIS TRAILER. GENDER. FUCKING. ENVY. (RIP Lucius fans...He'll be at the end of S2 Episode 1...probably).

MY HANDSOME WIFE! I fucking love Ed in this trailer so fucking much. If you follow my page, as much as I am an Izzy lover, Stede and Ed are close behind. I love that Ed is clearly heartbroken, and dissatisfied even with the violence he's supposed to love. He's got that Blackbeard mask on tight, and it's not coming off. Also: He looks hot while doing it.

His work wife leaving is probably going to fuck him up more.

I don't think Ed has a TON of screen time, mainly just due to Taika's schedule at the time. But I'm excited to see him sad.

ALSO: Did Ed color the doll so he's wearing a lace bralette? Cause that tummy (at least in this GIF) looks skin-toned. AHHHHH! He would rock that. I just know he'd rock that.

SIDE NOTES:

-HI SPANISH JACKIE/SWEDE- The ship I didn't know I needed till now.

-OLU! I hope you have such a good season, babe. You deserve it. Jim is obviously loving this.

-Frenchie having cat claws makes me so happy.

-WEE JOHN IN DRAG!!!! YEESSSSSSSSS!

I'M HYPED!!!!!!!!!!