#anyway. im so proud of you im so proud of you

[elalfywhore]

partition • pazzi x reader

tonight was all about paige, as much as you loved to be the center of attention; you had to let her have her night.

azzi had already talked to you about this earlier in the day while she was getting glammed up, asking you for no fits, no snarky comments and no bratty behavior. the night went amazing; the draft had ended hours ago, team dinner was done and now the club was coming to an end.

it was about 4am when you checked your phone, you were sitting on paige’s right leg and azzi on her left; the three of you wearing dallas wings hats as paige felt up both of your thighs. you guys had spent the last 4 hours dancing and drinking the night away with your friends but now, your feet are killing you and you want nothing more than a street hot dog and your bed.

paige however; looks just as alive as she did when they called her name as she bites her lip, admiring yours and azzis bodies in your dresses. while your guys’ relationship was a secret the section at the club was private; you were pretty sure the bottle girls had to sign some kind of nda to work here tonight.

“you tired, baby?” paige asks, making you glance up from your phone. she must’ve noticed how your energy had plummeted in the last 30 minutes. “no, i’m okay.” you smile, assuming she’d want to stay out and continue to finish her time. “are you sure? you look tired?” azzi asks, making you shrug this time. “c’mon, let’s get going im ready to go anyway.” paige says, patting you and azzi both on your butts; signaling to get up.

you all get up and grab your belongings, saying your goodbyes and making the long journey to the car.

“that was so fun, im so proud of you.” azzi says, smiling to paige as you walk about a foot ahead of them but in the middle. “thank you, babe. couldn’t have done it without you two.” paige smiles, reaching to pinch your cheek; making you giggle and speed up your walk a bit.

once you guys get to the car you remembered what you had forgotten in your drunken state; the dallas wings sent paige a limo for the night, assuming she’d be riding with all her friends but it was just the three of you in reality. “i forgot about this” you blurt out, face a perplexed. “did you?” azzi giggles, letting her hand come to graze your hips. you hear the car door open and watch as the male driver gets out the car, coming around to open the door for the three of you.

“good evening, i hope you had a great time, miss buckers.” he greets politely, gesturing for us to enter the door. “i did, thanks man.” paige smiles, grabbing your hand guiding you into the back of the limo. once your sat inside you look at the exterior as she helps azzi in. it’s spacious, the couch wrapping all around the back in a U shape, it’s all white with an led rim that’s shaded to a light purple. there’s a small table in the middle, bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne, a few glasses set on the table.

you throw you head back, thinking it’s time to relax but as the car door shuts and paige finds herself comfortable between you and azzi; you realize it’s a different time. “hope you’re not sleepy yet, mama. we still got 30 minutes until we’re back to the hotel.” paige licks her lip before biting it, grabbing you by the back of the neck; leaning to plant kisses on your lips. you moan into the kisses as paige’s hand goes up your thigh, hiking up your dress. “drove me crazy in this little fucking dress tonight.” your eyes roll back after paige says that, planting one more kiss to your lips before biting your bottle lip; pulling her head back slowly before letting your lip go.

you sit up, now fully awake and watch her shift to azzi a bit. “and you looked so fucking sexy tonight.” paige pulls azzi into a kiss, pulling her dress up and allowing herself to massage the soft skin of her thigh. you almost moan at the sight of time making out. shifting in your seat, you burry your face into paige’s neck, sucking at the skin as your hand makes its way into her top, letting your fingers graze her nipple. paige and azzis kiss breaks after a bit and azzi also gets to work, sucking on paige’s neck and really just trying to feel whenever she can.

paige is a moaning mess, heavy breathing and eyes rolling back. something tells paige’s to open eyes and when she does she realizes; the partition was down. she’s too drunk off of you guys to ever care to much yet she still calls out, “driver roll up the partition, please and turn on some music.” you and azzi don’t pay much mind, both of you now basically grinding down on the seat, trying to get any kind of relief.

the car is soon filled with the sound of luther by kendrick lamar and sza.

“god, i love you two so much.” paige moans, neck now filled with hickeys but she doesn’t even mind. you and azzi murmur out your love yous back and her hands come to the back of each of your heads, pulling you two off her neck. paige bites her lip as she watches your and azzis eyes interlock; mischief in your eyes. “hi, baby.” azzi whispers, face moving towards yours. “hi, az.” you whisper back shyly. your lips soon interlock, tongues grazing each others. you feel azzi move, trying to get more comfortable, getting on her hands and knees on the seat; making you follow, your ankles crossing as you arch your back.

“so unreal.” paige whispers, biting her lip and you gasp when you feel her hike up your dress, putting your ass on display and revealing your black thong. she gives you ass a few smacks before moving to azzi, lifting her dress up as well and smacking her ass a few times; making her moan into the kiss. your guys’ hands all over and in between paiges lap as she manspreads, one of each of her hands come to grab at yours’ and azzis asses; leaning back to admire the view of her girlfriends kissing in front of her.

you and azzi moan into the kiss loudly at the same time, both feeling a single one of paige’s fingers slip inside of you with no warning. azzi’s hand comes up; tightly grabbing onto your hair as paige starts to finger fuck the both of you. “look at my dirty girls.” paige teases, now slipping in a second finger in both of you. “do my girls like that?” paige’s forward, making you and azzi pull apart; moans spilling out of the both of you as paige continues her assault on your pussies. “feels so good, daddy.” you whine, leaning forward to give paige a few pecks on the lip. “feel good, mama?” paige asks azzi, who’s clearly trying not to cum so soon. “feels so good, fuck.” azzi moans are so soft, the type that make you feel like you can float on them.

as paige and azzi kiss you see a golden opportunity, immediately reaching to unzip paige’s pants. paige moans into the kiss, lifting her hips up to help you pull her pants and boxers down. you moan at the sight, your girlfriends kissing, azzi bent over facing you but you can still see the round of her ass and paige’s hand sneaking around her, paige’s pants now down at her knees; pretty pink pussy on display; all three of you still in your dallas wings hats. azzi pulls back from the kiss, looking down to admire paige’s wet cunt, glistening in the light purple lighting.

you’re the first one to touch, allowing your middle fingers to connect with her clit, wet and sticky; rubbing soft circles on it. paige bites her lip, looking down to watch you play with her; fingers still fucking you and azzi. it doesn’t take long for azzi to join in, sticking her pointer and middle fingers inside of paige, fucking her with the same sensual speed that paige is fucking you two at. you’re all moaning messes, shoving your face back inside of paige’s neck, licking and sucking all over as you feel your orgasm approach.

“think…think m’ gonna cum, daddy.” you whimper, warning paige. “yeah? did you ask if that was okay?” paige whispers back, a bit scarily to you; realizing you’d probably have to cum on whatever condition paige wanted. “can i cum, please daddy?” you pull your face from her neck, letting her see your pouty little face. “ask azzi, baby.” you look to azzi, who’s eyes are screwed shut and you can tell, she needs to cum too. “mommy, can i please cum.” you whine out, getting impatient, your hips now trying to jut away from paige a bit. “i’m gonna cum too baby, c’mon, cum with mommy.” azzi moans; pulling you into a kiss.

your tongues swirl as your orgasms hit, your movements on paige halting for a moment but she doesn’t mind, just happy to see you guys playing so nicely. paige helps you both ride out your highs, enjoying the feeling of your warm, wet holes pulsating around her. “good girls.” paige groans, pulling her fingers from both of you. you bite your lip, seeing how wet her fingers are from azzi as she brings them up to your mouth, “open up, baby.” she moans as azzis fingers start to move inside her again. you open your mouth, letting paige’s fingers inside; savoring the sweet taste of azzi, sucking on her fingers like a long popsicle. once her fingers are all clean paige brings her fingers that were inside of you to azzis mouth, she opens without needing to be told; immediately moaning at the taste.

you start to rub circles again, making paige moan out; now being stimulated by you and azzi. azzi releases paiges fingers with a pop. “so good for me.” paige groans, leaning back in the seat again; her hands going to untie the top of your dress, helping pull it down to your hips, letting your tits free. she immediately does the same to azzi, pulling down the straps of her dress to release her boobs. her hands come under both of you, reaching to play with both of your boobs, jiggling the fat in her hands.

“you gonna eat my pussy for me, baby?” paige asks you making you bite your lip with a nod; making you pull your hand away from her clit. azzi pulls her hand away as well and they watch and you get off the seat, it feeling good to get into a new position and onto your knees in between paige’s legs. you pull her pants down to her ankles and she spreads her legs wider, giving you easier access. azzi uses her left hand, helping guide your head towards paige’s pussy. you almost moan the feeling of the warmth radiating off of her pussy as your face gets close. the first taste is like heaven as you immediately take her clit into your mouth, sucking at the bud.

“holy shit.” paige groans, helping azzi readjust to sit perked up on her knees; her tits at perfect eye level with paige. you moan at the taste of paige and the view above you, azzis silk press becoming a bit frizzy with sweat but she still looks beautiful as ever; moaning out as paige takes her nipple into her mouth. paige’s arm wraps around azzis lower back, pulling her closer to her and the other hand goes to play with azzis other nipple. azzi throws her head back, her hand still pressing your face into paige’s pussy.

paige’s pussy tastes sweeter than normal, you’re not sure if it’s maybe the cherry liquor you’re still tasting on your lips, azzi’s vanilla lipgloss or maybe the fact that she just won first round pick in the draft but whatever it is; it’s making you weak in the knees. you nod your head in her pussy, eyes rolling back as you lick up her clit with the minimal movement your allowed with azzis hand. azzi looks down to check on you, noticing how fucking submissive you look she can’t help but to pull you back by your hair and lean down; making paige release her nipple for a second, she grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing with her other hand, “open wide, baby.” her voice is so alluring you do as she says, your mouth soaked with paige’s wetness and now her saliva as she spits in your mouth.

you swallow like a good girl of course, gasping for a breath before azzi shoves your face back into paige’s pussy. paige leans forward a bit, one of her hands grabbing at your dress that had bunched up at your waist and the other coming down to spank your ass. “good fucking girl, how did i get so lucky?” paige praises, leaning back again after delivering a few more smacks to your fat ass. “im gonna bust.” paige groans out making you lick her pussy faster. her hand also comes to grab a bunch of your hair, joining azzis. “c’mon, princess make daddy cum.” azzi moans, biting her lip at the sight of you two.

it doesn’t take many more licks and nods of your head before you feel and taste paige spilling down your chin, “fucking shit, baby.” paige groans hips bucking into your face as her and azzi hold your head still.

you gasp for air when they finally let you go, leaning your back against the seat as paige lays there limp for a second, azzi pressing soft kisses to her neck. “you did, so damn good baby.” paige praises, her hand coming down to reach for you; helping you back onto the seat.

you guys hear the music turn down and the partition cracks just a bit, “we’ll be at the hotel in 5.” the driver calls out, rolling the partition back up and turning the music back up. “fuck, let’s fix ourselves.” azzi says, starting to pull the top of her dress back up. you watch as paige starts to pull her pants back up, pouting as azzi puts her tits away and paige covers her pussy. “don’t worry, baby. i got something waiting for you at the hotel.” paige smiles, noticing your pouty face and knowing you’d want to go again. “really?” you beam, making azzi giggle as you start to fix yourself. you turn away from paige and azzi, just trying to figure out which way is which on your dress. “something real good.” paige comes behind you, one knee on the seat as she grabs onto your shoulders, starting to thrust her hips into your ass. you gasp out in excitement, “you brought the strap!” making azzi scoff, “actually i brought it, paige forgot to pack it.”

you crouch a bit in the limo, almost being at your girlfriends’ heights in your 6 inch heels. paige let’s you go, as you grab onto azzi; your dress still not fixed, ass and tits still out as you straddle her lap. “thank you, mommy.” you press a soft kiss to her lips, letting her taste paige who still lingered on your mouth. “you’re welcome, now let’s get you fixed.” azzis quick to squeeze your ass in both her hands for a second before pulling your dress down and fixing the top, re-ting what paige un did a while ago. “my pretty girls.” paige smiles, making you both look over at her, her phone in hand taking a picture to savor the moment.

the next morning hit like a hurricane, there were clothes and shoes all over the room, sex toys spread all over the bed and even some on the floor as you woke up in the middle of your girlfriends.

the sun was peaking through the curtains as you looked to see them still asleep, spotting your phone on the side of paige you reach softly for it.

3:39pm

your phone reads, you immediately feel a grumble in your tummy, turning to azzi to wake her up. “azzi, baby wake up.” you whisper making her groan, “please baby.” you whine. “what?” she grumbles, eyes not open yet. “i’m hungry.” you pout. “ask paige to order something.” she says, turning away; immediately falling back asleep.

you turn to your blonde girlfriend; realizing azzi was too sleepy to help. “paige, wake up.” you whisper, shaking her a bit and she opens her eyes immediately; stretching her long limbs. “what happened, babe?” her morning voice sending a jolt straight to your pussy that you decide to ignore. “i’m hungry.” you whine out, “here.” paige turns, grabbing her phone and handing it to you. “doordash something for us.” making you smile in victory. you turn away from paige, allowing her to spoon you, one of her hands going between your thighs, enjoying the warmth of it.

azzis turns back to face you, joining in on the cuddles, still probably half awake. you cuddle in the middle of them; keeping paige’s brightness on low as you place your guys’ order. sitting the phone between you and azzi; you relax, deciding it’s just best to sleep until your food gets here.

[halitis]

dc characters as canines/felines!!

so these are obvi just my thoughts.... and most of these will be domesticated, as i think only those of high standing tend to be like. Big cats and wolves and stuff ;p (also fellas i promise this isnt just batfam. its actually mostly arrowfam)

hal jordan - staffy as someone who owns a staffy? this fuck ass dog is so hal coded. feral little freak with such a polite smile :]

bruce wayne - cougar okay hear me out... these guys are fucking SCARY man.... i do not like them :[ they also tend to be quite solitary creatures which i feel fits

clark kent - labrador i think they r so similar.... look at his floppy face. thats clark baby!

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barry allen - whippet look at those big wet sad eyes.... look at them :[ thats barry!

bart allen - jack russel terrier "um. oh god. have you seen them do their little rat races? where they go in their barns and they chase rats into tunnels and when their owners go to pick them up they fling themselves back so they can keep looking at the rats? yeah that." - @softsadrainy my bart consultant

oliver queen - lion i think that the beard lines up with the mane and i also just think he is a very Proud man.... very liony :3

dinah lance - russian blue what a distinguished little thing! idk. i had a russian blue once and i think they are just so similiar....

roy harper - coyote friendly little guy :D they like to spar and i think they are goofy.

connor hawke - american bobtail idk. i have no reasoning. he just is.

mia dearden - german rex this is a weird breed of cat, in that they typically arent even recognised as a breed. (typically ull just see the cornish rex) but i think these guys are great! they are super smart cats, who when under-stimulated will cause chaos and are pretty playful. anyway i just love them. i think they look goofy :3

jade nguyen - norwegian forest cat i was gonna do a different cat for jade (british shorthair) but then this breed popped up on my searches and i was instantly reminded of her in the yj show. why is that actually just. her.

linda park - cocker spaniel i knew someone who had a cocker spaniel once and the dog was so incredibly funny. was a strange little thing and i loved it! so. therefore its linda. she is also a funny and strange beasst <3

wally west - german shepherd i have no idea Why but wally is absolutely german shepherd vibes. do not @ me or correct me. im right. you can argue with the wall i dont caaare!

damian wayne - cheetah look at this little beast. he's so spiky. they have it in common

[luvmist]

I WONT SAY (IM IN LOVE) 1 · جونغكوك

‘no man is worth the aggravation, that’s ancient history been there, done that!’ oh but who do you think you’re kidding?

wc: 9,126

pairing: fem reader x hero jeon jeongguk

genre: smut, romance, angst, humour, drama, hercules au, fantasy au, grumpy x sunshine, forbidden romance

warnings: v self indulgent fic based on my fav song of all time.

an: my debut is here, how daunting. sm stuff in the works but i decided to just bite the bullet + start posting in hopes to gain some traction. so hi guys, im nani and im new to writing. gen hope u enjoy cuz putting myself out there is insanely scary. much more 2 come unless this flops in which case i will be crawling back into the hole from which i came. pls reblog if ud like. and pls leave some constructive criticism, ive never written before lol. srry if this is ass. still finding my rhythm as a writer.

“get off me you salivating little salamander!” you screamed, nessus’ hands wrapped tight around your waist as you thrashed about in his determined grip.

“oh, cmon, sweetheart. all i want is a little kiss” his disgustingly gravelly voice turns even more sinister, “besides. who was it wanting a favour, huh?” his hands squeeze your torso even tighter as he leans in. “cut it out, fish-lips.” you snap back, fingers clawing at his enormous arms. his laughter boomed across the swamp, raising you higher in the air. “oh i like ‘em firey!” he laughed with ecstatic perversion. you struggled against his hold, contorting your face in utter disgust at his proximity.

“now, now. let’s play fair. ill make nice with your boss, if you make nice with me.” he grinned.

“keep your mangy mouth away from mine—“ you began, kicking at his chest. but the brute persisted anyway, pulling you down towards him until you could feel his rancid breath fanning over your face. you shuddered.

“drop her.” said a sudden voice.

nessus halted his actions, holding you mid-air as both he and you turn your heads simultaneously.

the voice belonged to a man, a tall, lean man. standing proud in the the water below you. you knew who this was, how could you not? you were working for sedah, after all.

jeon jeongguk. athens’ beloved saviour and number one hero — a ‘prodigy of justice plucked from the masses,’ they called him. and, as it so happens. your boss’ life-long obsession and entirely one sided arch-nemesis. you hadn’t had any direct involvement in any of the orchestrated schemes sedah had constructed specifically to kill jeongguk — not that any of them had worked, anyway. but oh yes, you knew who this was. however, nessus seemed not to.

“keep moving, squirt. you’re interrupting my playtime.” scoffed nessus, a cocky smirk now covering his revolting face. he was much, much bigger than jeongguk and clearly was living under the misapprehension that he had the upper hand here. you knew better.

“looks more like a harassment case from where im standing.” answered jeongguk, clenching his jaw.

you didnt have time for this pissing contest, you had work to do. part of that was getting nessus to pledge allegiance to sedahs’ cause in preparation for the uprising. so you decide to interrupt them both, “he’s right, junior. get lost.”

nessus looks at you with the most surprised expression you’ve ever seen on any man’s face in all grecian history, eyebrows raising so high they almost disappear into his nonexistent hairline — this is quickly replaced by deluded smugness.

jeongguk’s face, on the other hand, turns into a portrayal of utter confusion. wonderboy clearly wasn’t used to being turned down. “b-but aren’t you a damsel in distress?” he stammered out, looking up at you with wide doe eyes. cute. you’d never seen him up close before. athens’ number one hero stutters, huh?

“im a damsel” — you struggled against nessus’ grasp again, “im in distress” — you stretched yourself further “i can handle it.” — you looked up at him with a smirk of your own. “have a nice day” you smiled, brushing a strand of wet hair away from your cheek. jeongguk was dumbfounded.

“ha!” spat nessus. you scowled at him. pompous ass. “you heard the lady, pipsqueak. now scram.” he laughed.

jeongguks turned his gaze from you to him, his eyes going from wide genuineness to narrow disdain. “listen here, you overgrown, balding hippogriff. if i see a beleaguered woman i have a responsibility to intervene.”

“what if you see a woman dying of boredom from watching a wimpy male turf war, what then?” you mutter under your breath, your elbow now on nessus’ hands as you rest your cheek into your own palm. jeongguk turns his eyes to you for a split second to furrow his brows in indignant disbelief. as if to say, ‘really?’

you keep your stern eyes on him and answer with a bored nod. as if to say, ‘really.’

unfortunately nessus decides to interject into your silent conversation, “well i dont really see what you can do about either of those scenarios, puny boy.” you raised your eyebrows in mild amusement. who’da thunk nessus had a word as big as ‘scenario’ lurking inside is hollow noggin?

jeongguk however, was not amused.

“did you just. call me. puny.” he gritted out. oh, brother.

it happened fast — jeongguks clenched fist colliding with nessus’ face, sending the colossal monster plummeting back through the swamp at least a hundred yards. having released you from his clutches during, you were falling quickly through the air. but you never hit the water, jeongguk caught you seconds before. strong hands supporting your thighs as you coughed into his chest from the shock. you knew he was strong, inhumanly so — you’d heard the stories of his performances through the nearby city, and knew the reason behind his superstrength, even though he didnt know it himself. but actually seeing it in person, that close, well. it was glorious, and fucking impressive. maybe all those fawning girls at his feet weren’t so laughable, after all. your friends being a few of them. you felt yourself being placed gently on one of the rocks by the swamps aperture.

“gee miss, im really sorry. that was dumb.” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

you pull your wet hair in half to reveal your now recomposed face, “yeah.” you deadpan. another interaction was short-lived, as both of you became privy to the sound of nessus’ hooves furiously galloping back through the water towards you.

jeongguk gave you a shy smile and held up a finger, excusing himself by mouthing ‘one minute.’ before turning around.

you furrow your eyebrows in amusement, straining some more murky water out of your locks as you watch the fight.

“now that’s what im talking about, kid! aha!” said a new voice next to you, you turned to your left, a satyr. god. haven’t you dealt with enough bald hoofed men for one day?

you keep your eyes on the fight in front of you, “so wonderboy is actually for real, then.” you say, mostly to yourself. “what are you talkin’ about? a’course, he’s for real!” says the satyr, tone and demeanour becoming suggestive after he gets a better look at you, “and by the way, sweetcheeks, im real too. the names jyp.” he sits his compressed little half-man body onto your lap and puckers up his lips, giving you a racy wink.

“ugh.” you snub, shoving him off into the water.

jeongguk and nessus seemed to be busy still, until jeongguk lands a tremendous punch under nessus’ chin, sending him flying up and away until he was nothing but a blue little blip in the sky. he laughed in triumph and ran his way back up through the bog towards the satyr — or jyp, whatever his name was.

“hell yeah! you see that, j?” celebrated jeongguk, clapping his wet hands and grinning as he shook water out of his sandals.

“alright, reign it in, rookie. you almost slumped it by getting distracted by that gammy doll-face over there.” spat jyp, hoisting himself up and pulling a flapping fish out his horns. that ‘gammy doll-face’ clearly being you, but you paid it no mind. more concerned with your drenched skirts. still, you listened a little further to the conversation happening a few feet away from you. curious about the strange dynamic between jeongguk and the satyr, who seemed to be his…. coach. or at least an authority figure in one way or another. this little imp was lecturing athens’ number one hero. seriously?

“you can get away with mistakes like those in the minor decathlons, but this is the big leagues! we’re in thebes now.” scolded jyp.

“at least i beat him, didnt i?” jeongguk groaned.

“that’s not the point, kid. you stalled. next time dont let your guard down because of a pair of big goo-goo eyes!” jyps’ naked head was so red you could’ve fried an egg on it. he kept at it, droning on about training and rules and a disciplined approach. you stopped listening after that. letting out a sigh, you got yourself off the rock and made your way to river bank, leaning down gather some clean water into your palms. but you couldn’t help but gaze back at jeongguk who was still being reprimanded by the goat. you watch as jeongguks face goes from attentive to distracted and awe-struck as he meets your stare, and suddenly — much to jyps angered indignance — he starts walking towards you. his manner completely dazed. an extreme contrast to his previous confident violence towards the swamp centaur nessus. was he always so gentle outside of combat? either way, his disorientation seemed to be strong given he walked past his pegasus, ignoring the high-five it had held out to him to make his way to you. now both the pegasus and jyp were seething. you stifled a laugh and turned away.

it wasn’t long before you heard his timid voice behind you, “a-are you alright miss—“

“yn. yn ln. and you are?”

“y- uh, well. m-“ he laughs nervously,

“they didnt give you a name with all those rippling pectorals?” you look down at his abs and back up at him.

“h- no! ah, jeongguk! my name is jeongguk. jeon jeongguk” he managed to get out, rubbing his bashful face with his calloused palm.

“i like the name jeongguk” you nod, popping a dimple.

he blushed at that. hard.

“sh- oh, wow. huh. th-ank. uh, ha” he muttered looking down.

“are you always this articulate?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. what you really wanted to ask was ‘why are you behaving like a crushing schoolgirl when you have every girl in athens at your feet, famous boy?’

“thank you. fuck, i meant to say thank you.” he let out, big bunny teeth biting down on his bottom lip. sweet.

you sit back down and start fiddling with the strap of your dress.

jeongguk clearly didnt want the conversation to end there though, given he was lingering, rocking back and forth on his feet like a toddler about to ask his mummy for a lollipop. “so uh- how, how’d you get mixed up with that pinhead?” he asks, referring to nessus.

you obviously cant tell the truth so you plaster on an unbothered smile and told yet another, plausible and evasive lie. this has become something you’ve had to do several times a day for almost two years now. you were not only good at it, you were accustomed to it. so why the odd twinge of guilt?

“well, you know how men are. they think ‘no’ means ‘yes’ and ‘get lost’ means ‘take me, im yours’,” you answered, and then added “present company included.” for good measure.

he didnt like that.

“i think you mean excluded.” quips jeongguk.

“nope. told you to get lost too, didnt i?”

“w-well, yes.” he starts, embarrassed again, “but i can’t not help if i see someone in need, that’s just who i am.” he states somewhat confidently. his demeanour switches straight back to shy after he’s met with your unimpressed stance, arms folded across your chest.

“that’s alright, shorty—“ you nod your head at jyp, “—can explain the concept of rejection to ya later.”

jyp basically growls at that, glaring up at you.

by the way the sun is sitting in the sky you can already tell you’re late, sedah said not more than an hour to complete the nessus task. you’d wasted enough time already. “well thanks for everything, jeon. its been a real slice.” you give him a mock salute as you turn away.

“wait! can we give you a ride?” asks jeongguk, almost desperately. little sucker wanted you to stick around so badly, and for what?

there was no need to make up an excuse for all that, though. his pegasus snorted before pouncing up into the tree above, neighing at you very matter-of-factly.

“i dont think your pinto likes me very much.” you laugh.

“pff! bam? dont be silly! he’d be more than happy to—“ jeongguk never got to finish that sentence, bam having dropped an apple onto his head before whistling away to himself in faux-innocence as jeongguk rubbed his head.

you actually laughed at that. you might actually like this horse. but you had to get rid of wonderboy, “ill be alright. im a big, tough girl. i tie my own sandals and everything.” you tell him, giving his broad chest a small punch. “bye, bye wonderboy.” you give him one last look, he towered over you with the softest, most entranced expression. “b-bye” he sighed.

you dont turn back as you walk off but you can hear tiny bits of the dialogue between jeongguk and jyp that’s happening —

“woah, she’s something isnt she?” jeongguk, enamoured.

“oh, yeah, yeah. something. a real pain in the patella!” jyp, absolutely livid.

you get too far and the voices die out after that, but you allow yourself a little snicker. shame that wonderboys’ time will be over soon enough once sedah eventually manages to make it happen, cause he’s actually kinda nice. all the same, you cant let yourself dwell. good people die all the time. that’s the way things are. so you fix your face back to indifference and make your way to the part of the forest where the sun doesn’t shine. you have a very painful meeting to get to.

reaching the dark forest you knew he’d be there waiting for you. sedah. your boss, or rather — the man who owns you, and spends every waking moment deriving sick satisfaction from reminding you of that fact. you saw a swirl of smoke, before you saw it morph back into an arm. and there he was, leaning spitefully against a tree.

but his smirk quickly turned into a scowl, “why are you alone?” he barked, “where’s the swamp centaur?”

“i gave it my best shot but he made me an offer i had to refuse.” you state, pursing your lips and looking away.

his smoke swirled again and came flowing from him to your chin, with it he tilted it up and brought your body floating towards him, a habit of his.

“yn, my little flower, my little vixen, my little puppet. what exactly happened here? i thought you were gonna persuade the swamp guardian to join my side for the uprising, and here i am sorta swamp guardianless,” he grumbled, voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery. “so i think instead of subtracting two years from your sentence, im gonna add two on.” he went on, faux-nonchalance encasing his every word. this was his favourite game, giving you impossible tasks and then adding time to your sentence, which was now standing at 36 long years. this came as no shock, given you had spent 2 years under his tyrannical enslavement already and were familiar with his merciless manner.

“you enjoying this, huh, puppet? you know if i didnt know any better, id say you really dont try hard enough to earn your freedom,” — now he was in the mood to taunt you, his temper festering under his fabricated cool exterior — “i mean, as i recall, you did sell me your soul so willingly. oh, how sweetly you begged me. all to save your poor boyfriends life. and how’d that go again, im a little fuzzy on the details, remind me? no? no matter. i think i remember, ah yes,”

“enough.” you interrupt, not wanting painful reminders of your shadowed past and your ex lovers’ betrayal which got you into this predicament in the first place.

“look it wasn’t my fault, ok? it was your wonderboy hercules.” you defended. this seemed to get his attention.

dropping you from his smoke he stood, eyes fixed, mouth open, sharp teeth almost chattering in outrage.

“he’s here? in thebes now? that little mutt left athens and now he’s trying to become the number one hero in the country!”

“seems so. fighting crime, that’s for sure. guess he’s putting your plan in action before you could.”

sedah takes a moment to compose himself. “well, well then. i guess we’ll have to speed up his elimination process—“

“the one you’ve been trying to get done since he started?” you interrupt, taking your own turn to taunt.

sedah’s scowl was chilling. “yes, the very one. but this time we have him in the city. and ill be there to supervise, so todays the day we correct this egregious complication. instead of relying on my inefficient connections in athens.”

“you won’t beat him easily, sedah. boys a hunk.”

“i’ve heard the stories.”

“they dont do him justice. i saw it in action myself, today.”

“yn, yn, yn. now, don’t tell me you’re sweet on him?”

“dont be daft. he sauntered about with his innocent farm boy act but i could see through that in a minute.”

sedah was clever, but he was also ill-tempered and impulsive. he wasn’t heeding your warnings, more preoccupied with his malicious teasing. but you were telling the truth. the poison potion pain and panic — sedahs henchmen, had bottled jeongguk with when he was only a baby, the one that backfired and gave him godly strength — it was beyond anything you’d ever imagined. no matter how wild and exaggerated you had allowed your visions to go when you’d heard the tales. truly, they didn’t come close.

“i have something no mortal man can withstand up my sleeve,” sedah promised, “and this time. no foul-ups.”

the city of thebes. bustling, grimey and downright unsalvegable. nicknamed the city of turmoil. you made your way to the city center, your orders were simple. find jeongguk, lure him to the gorge. upon his last breath, you’d be free.

you only had to look for the biggest crowd of doting fans and there he was, right in the middle. in his element. charming smile adorning his feautures as he greeted and grinned, shaking hands and signing urns. letting little boys sit on bams’ back and doing reps with young, giggling women as they hung from his bicep. must be nice to be so loveable, you thought for a second. then you quickly swatted that away. remembering what people are, and how little their love truly means.

you gasped a few times, and ran a hand through your hair, trying to make yourself look breathy and tired from the running you hadn’t done. its go time.

when you were within range you quickened your pace and started shouting, “help! help! somebody, please help!”

his head turned instantly. eyes morphing into crazed worry and recognition. “yn!” he yelled, jogging to meet you halfway. so the little chuck remembered your name and everything. you almost felt bad, here he was gripping your arms with all the care and attention in the world, unbeknownst to the fact that you were leading him straight to his death.

“oh, jeongguk! thank god. you have to help me,” you exclaim, putting on your best desperate expression.

“yn? what is it, what’s wrong?” he demands, big hands coming to hold your waist as you pretended to feel faint.

“there’s been a terrible accident! right across town, two little boys they were playing in the gorge. there was this rockslide, a terrible rockslide. they’re trapped!” you rush out, panicking as best you could.

it was like a switch went off, his eyes narrowed, his shoulders stiffened. the same switch you had seen in the swamp. “im on it,” he said, the crowd around gushing praises and anecdotes of his bravery, everyone dashing in the direction of the gorge. the citizens of thebes clearly giddy with anticipation to see jeongguks heroic performance for the first time. he was moving fast too, about to climb onto bam who’d doubtlessly have him by the gorge in a matter of seconds. but he broke his focus, for the tiniest of moments, turned his head back to you, softened his gaze into the most tender look you’d ever seen any human give another. he whispered “its good to see you.” giving your cheek a small peck. you didnt have time to process or react, before you could so much as open your mouth, he had mounted bam and was off and away. civilians chasing after him on foot on their way to the gorge.

you were left in the center, alone. with nothing but silence and a heavy heart. you’re doing this for your freedom. you told yourself. but your hard heart softened regardless, you stood and looked at the fountain. you allowed yourself a true moment of atonement. you had just played a major role in ridding the nation of a hero, from his warm, giving hands you were placing everyone into the claws of an evil man, who’s reign will bespeak an eon of terror. you stare at your reflection in the fountain. you touch the part of your cheek he kissed and allowed a single tear to flow down your face. “im free,” you murmured. “its over, now. im free.”

that night you slept in your own bed, not returning to sedahs’ crypt. it was a tiny, rented shack in the woods. but your own nonetheless. you heard the rain pitter-pattering outside the window before you opened your eyes. so thick with sleep, you couldn’t understand why you had woken up so early given your exhaustion, the rain surely wasn’t loud enough for that. you waited a second more and you heard something else, a rapping against your door. an intentional, conscious action. ah. rubbing your eyes you rose and made your way to answer it, must be the neighbours. but before you could reach for the doorknob the rapping halted abruptly, and something was slipped under the door. you picked it up, a copy of this mornings paper.

your eyes widened in disbelief. no. it cant be, its impossible! the dragon had regenerating heads, for fucks sake!

but yes, there it was. clear as day. an article on jeongguks monumental success yesterday in the gorge. he was alive, your heart began to race, thundering against your ribcage. he was alive. he won. he made it. you turned the paper over, there in black, scratchy handwriting was the aftermath of the news you were stunned to hear —

“BOYS ALIVE. DEALS OFF, BABE. MEET ME IN MY LAIR IN A HALF-HOUR, AND MAKE HASTE. IVE GOT A NEW PLAN.”

you gripped the paper so hard your nails dug through it. no. this wasn’t the deal, you’d done your part. you got him to the gorge, didn’t you? this couldn’t be happening. you were back in sedahs slimey possession after not even a day. you fell to your knees and wept, but only for a time. you hadn’t long to pull on your frock and meet him. you knew better than to be defiant, sedahs temper was especially supple after a defeat. you had a sickly feeling dancing about inside you. what could he possibly want from you now?

“so, what’s the plan?” you muttered in disinterest, staring hard at the rain pouring outside.

“yn, yn. my mangy little muttercup, always so……aloof,” taunted sedah.

you found your jaw jerking on its own from impatience, vexation and strong homicidal desire. your back was turned, facing the window you kept your eyes trained steady on the trees, the droplets of former rain slipping down the leaves. arms crossed, and very still.

“would’ya look at me,” he taunts again, “would’ya?” the sly, conniving, smirk in his voice was so evident it made you heave dryly before you turned around.

“there’s my girl!” he slams his hands against the desk. black, beady eyes sparkling with scorn.

“did you or did you not call me here to go over the plan?” you huffed.

“so serious. always so, so. serious.” sedah kicks his feet up onto his desk and stretches, hands behind his head. sick. fucking, smirk. widening. “loosen up, my lugubriousness! todays the first say of the rest of our lives. well, my life.” chuffed, he was.

you kept your face very still.

“alright fine, fine, i get it, tutz. we’ll get to it.” he takes his feet of the table and leans forward.

“you wanna start by giving me the outline?” you jabbed,

“the outline? babycakes, you don’t take jeon jeongguk down with an outline! don’t be demented. what i have is a masterplan.” every spiked tooth showed in his dark mouth.

“god, you’re obsessed.”

“with taking my place as greece’s mogul and ridding the world of a do-gooding toddler with a sleeve of tattoos? you bet i am.”

“well? what’s this masterplan then?”

sedah stands, in a few short strides right in front of you, but he doesn’t speak immediately. instead, he begins pacing. slowly, around you — like a shark circling its prey. you hold your breath.

you can tell he’s in the mood to vent, and he does just that: “you know, i know, i mean, let’s face it, we all know its been a long time comin’ it has. meddling, magnifying, manipulating, maximising! ha! but todays the day. see now, i was sulking last night — after he tore out my dragons heart that is, then this morning when the grecian paper published that preposterous article claiming jeon jeongguk to be the best hero our century has ever seen. and in my festering heart i saw the reality of it all, we dont need another monster, or another scheme. we just need to find his weakness. i mean, i’ve been going about it all wrong. silly of me, really.”

“none of this has anything to do with me, sedah.” you retort.

“see now, that’s where you’re wrong, puppet. you know i was gonna let you off the hook, really i was. til panic let me in one a little secret i deem irrefutably useful.

“yeah, what’s that?” you snapped.

“your little act last night in the square — dazzling exhibition, by the way — and the itsy bitsy kiss our loverboy left on your little cheek.”

your mouth fell open. shit. panic had seen that?

“holding out on me, are we? you could’ve told me wonderboy melts for you, but you didn’t. why’s that?” sedah was seething, he wrapped a hand around your throat and got closer.

he leaned right into your ear, “enough curveballs. he seems to be immune to them, now, we’re gonna throw the right set of curves at him.” his hand glided down to your hips and you tried to calm your erratic breathing. you could tell he was smiling despite the fact that your eyes were closed and he was standing behind you.

“this wasn’t the deal!” you sputtered, “you have no claim on me anymore. you said if i lead him to the gorge you’d free me,” tears threatened to break free from your eyes.

he tightened his grip of your throat, “did i, sweetheart? or did i say your freedom would come with jeongguks last breath?” you felt your stomach drop. “fellas still breathing.” he released your neck. you gasped, frantically bringing your hands to your aching throat.

“get me that weakness, yn.”

jeongguk was distracted, to say the least. he was missing his shots during training, chewing his lunch with his mouth open and found staring at nothing in particular repeatedly. his mind was full of you. he just couldn’t help it. you were so pretty. so pretty and so guarded. but why? what was hiding behind those big, brown eyes that seemed to be glossed over in a shield of your own making. he found himself missing you, so badly he couldn’t focus. every ounce of mental energy zeroing-in on trying with all his might to replicate your voice in his head perfectly, just so he could hear it again. having been a hero for a good couple of months now after leaving his home-town, he’d met plenty of girls, and after spending the entirety of his childhood and adolescence as the outcast no one wanted to talk to yeah, he allowed himself the indulgence of being with a few, now that he could. but woah, he’d never felt like this. since the minute he’d seen you in that swamp its like his every emotion and thought depended on you. he wanted you. craved you. needed to know everything that was lurking behind that flippant facade. then he thought he’d never see you again, until you showed up in the square. you, that violet frock. those dark locks, cascading down your back. you looked so scared, so needy. so beautiful. entirely disparate to the disposition you’d had only hours prior. and in that moment the only thing that mattered in the world to him was fixing whatever was making you feel that way. then he had the kids in the gorge to tend to, he knew he had to go. this is what he did, and they needed him. but god, how he wanted to stay with you then. feel your skin and hold you close. he told himself he’d see you when he was done. surely, you’d come to the gorge to watch like every other civilian. but if you did, he couldn’t find you after, no matter how much he looked — which was no easy feat given he was surrounded by the masses celebrating him and dragging him from one feast to the next which he tried to politely excuse himself from with little success. where were you? hours went by. he went back to the fountain in the city center and stared at the water for a while. he didn’t know why. just hoping you’d show. why didn’t you come? didn’t you want to see him after he defeated the dragon and saved the two little boys from the boulder? did you stay to watch and then leave after? how could you leave, was he not clear? did you think he kissed every girl he’d met briefly in passing just once before on the cheek? he meant it as a demonstration, he hoped you’d understand. he was reaching for you, putting the ball in your court. but maybe he was kidding himself. maybe there was no court, maybe you didn’t care enough for there to be one. plausibile, you were basically strangers. and you were a withdrawn, detached, gorgeous one.

yeah, you probably didn’t care. didn’t like him. didn’t think of him. didn’t feel anything when you looked at him at all. he cant recall a single moment of his first interaction with you where you displayed any emotion other than brazen boredom. that’s why the second time meant so much more to him, because you were animated, actually displaying some kind of sentiment. there was a strange tugging in jeongguks subconscious that told him the display had something disingenuous about it, but he pushed that thought away. jeongguk believed people, that’s who he was. he trusted and had faith in others. jeongguk didn’t have much experience with feelings, or women — but how was it possible that you possessed his every waking thought and you could feel nothing at all for him? he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. he knew, rationally, that he should…. but he couldn’t. jeongguk thinks he’d give anything to see you again, even if it was just for a minute. as badly as he wanted you in every way imaginable, he’d settle for a sixty a second interaction in which you insult him again like you did last time. jeongguk thinks of your silhouette, the way it moves — cautious, poised and casual all at once. its like you had built a cast around yourself, enclosing your true essence in relaxed exchanges. what were you hiding? he found himself thinking of you as a treasure chest pretending to be an open book. dismissing anyone who got near with your natural, informalities. but my god, you made him nervous. when you were around it waslike the air around him twisted itself around his lungs when he inhaled. like something was clenching his heart, hard enough to draw blood from the muscle. and he was better for it, happier for it. giddy and tense, his body was weightless and immobilised all at once. and his cheeks hurt like hell from the sheer level of smiling he couldn’t seem to stop doing. even when you caught him out, made fun of him. and when bam dropped that apple on his head and you laughed for the first time, a real laugh. true and girlishy sweet. yet another small smile creeps onto his face. smart mouth. smart girl. pretty girl. pretty girl with a smart mouth he wants to smother with his own lest he—

“oi. earth to jeon. earth to jeon!” yelled jyp waving his little hands and stomping his hooves.

“huh, what?” jeongguk seemed to be snagged out of his trance.

“what is the matta’ with you, kid? d’you hear anythin’ i just said?”

“uh, yeah. fff… yeah.”

jyp rolled his eyes, “at one ya got a meeting with king aegues. he’s got a problem with his stables. at two, ya gotta get a girdle from some amazons, at two thirty ya got—“

“alright, alright. i get the picture. full day, same shit.”

“well that doesn’t exactly sound like the attitude i was lookin’ for, dummy. wasgoin’ on with you, anyway?”

“nothing.” muttered jeongguk, letting his arms go limp.

jyp narrowed his eyes and let that sit a moment, then he was laughing.

“hah? what’s so funny?” jeongguk let a slight, confused smile break out on his face.

“you’re thinkin’ of someone with long eyelashes,”

“what!”

“oh yeah, yeah yeah, kid. dont deny it. blushin,’ gushin,’ barley eatin.’ i seen this before. hell, i been there myself more than a few times. its a girl, huh?” jyp couldn’t hide his amusement, “which one?”

“there’s no girl.”

“oh, sure, sure. and im six feet tall.”

“shut up.”

“not so friendly, huh? you must really like her.”

“what do i have at three?”

“defensive and evasive. you’re in love, chum.”

“whatever.”

they go over the schedule, sign some urns and then jyp takes begins to his leave — jeongguk has an hour or so of down time before his day gets busy. but just as he was about to let him get to it jeongguk stops him,

“hey, j?”

he turns around, “yeah, kid?”

“how do you know if you’re in love or not?”

“you just know, champ.”

your hands were shaking, your breath was shallow. you were beyond nervous, you had past the brink of nerves and fallen headlong into trepidation. to make matters worse, you couldn’t figure out why.

why had you become this jittering mess? all the high-strung tension of total defeat that had poisoned your blood-stream so long ago, the very same wounds you had absolved yourself of by giving up on the idea that change was possible, that good could come from others — the wounds you thought you had silenced from accepting that fact, the ones you thought you had ended, well, they seemed to be alive and well. flailing inside you erratically, and what’s more, is that they seemed to be completely outraged. but why now? this wasn’t your first rodeo, you had completed an innumerable amount of tasks for sedah, many of which involved utilising your skills of seductive flirtation to beckon men into divulging comprising and incriminating information. you knew how to make a man vulnerable, how to open him up and have him bare himself to you raw, all while remaining coy and inclosed within your own protection. many of these tasks had resulted in the death and demise of innocent men, and you’d trained yourself to exhaustion to forget self-sacrificial tendencies and ideations, and do what you must to earn your freedom. after all, self-sacrifice and the deluded misapprehension you used to live under, that any good could come from putting anything — or, anyone — ahead of yourself was the very reason you had sold your soul to sedah in the first place. the very reason for torturous incarceration which seemed to have no end whatsoever. you thought of jeongguk, just for a minute you let yourself wonder about those big, pure eyes. like a puppy.

like something you could never bring yourself to loathe or resent. but you must. you must or you’ll find yourself gasping for breath under sedah’s oppression forevermore. tomorrow was day one, day one of the task, day one of the nine days sedah had granted you to complete your mission. nine days, you had nine sunsets to get close to jeongguk, find his weakness, thereby allowing sedah to end his life, and issue his uprising on the tenth sunrise. you remembered his words now, clear as glass,

“by the last light on the ninth sunset, should jeongguk still be breathing,”

“you’ll make my sentence permanent, i know.”

“oh no, puppet. you won’t just be my slave for the rest of your days. ill kill you.”

[chaoticprussia]

You know that photo of the South Korean sports player taking a picture with the North Korean sports player...? 🥹 NK and SK sibling bonding!

post is captioned "MY BRO WON HIS FIRST EVER OLYMPIC MEDAL!!!!! IM SO PROUD OF HIM!!!!!!!!!" with lots of emojis and hashtags.

NK is just standing there very confused because he didnt even win. he came in third. but SK is acting so very proud of him anyway. its very confusing for him. this whole thing is confusing. its weird to be here in the same place as so many people. but even though he failed he cant help but feel… happy.

[majorlb]

I’m here at work making myself cry, so now I need you to cry with me. I was going to send you today’s muses anyway even though they’re not STRICTLY Dad Boys, but then they took a very Dad Boy turn anyway.

I’ll start with the one I’ve had for a while, which is Crystal naming her daughter after Charles. On paper, her name is Charlotte, but everyone calls her Lottie. Charles and Edwin fight back and forth over who her favourite uncle is. (Dealer’s choice if her middle name is after Edwin or if she plans on naming a future child after him)

Now for the part that made me cry. Please picture Edwin and Charles at Crystal’s future wedding in their disguises. Crystal spots them after the ceremony, and Charles is just a blubbering mess while Edwin tries to dab his tears with a handkerchief. She fondly rolls her eyes at them, and is walking over when she hears them.

“Now, now dear. You need to stop that, or you’ll give Crystal the wrong idea.” 

“She’s- she’s all grown up though. She’s all grown up now Edwin.” 

Anyway that’s the part where I started crying. Charles can’t even bother with fake names because he’s so overwhelmed. Interpret what he said how you will, but that’s his Crystal, and she’s growing up right before his eyes ❤ She’s beautiful, and he loves her so much. I made it worse after I typed this by writing Edwin giving her compliments reflecting the qualities she has from them (strong brave stubborn and brilliant)

HIS CRYSTAL IS ALL GROWN UP!! im going to cry

its both a sad and a joyful occasion, because that's lil his girl! getting married to the love of her life!

but also: look at her, hitting milestones he and Edwin never got to experience in life. they're both proud of her and envious, but also, if they hadn't died the way they did, none of them would have ever met. its bittersweet and lovely.

And then Crystal THROWS her bouquet at Edwin, who has no choice but to catch it or have it hit him (aunt disguise on) in the face.

Her ghost dads should just tie the knot already. "Living in sin, tsk tsk" "We're both dead" "Doesn't matter. I wanna go to a ghost wedding."

LISTEN!! Charlotte 'Lottie' Evelyn Surname Von Hovenkraft and Edwina 'Edie' Caroline Surname von Hovenkraft are born with a three-year age gap. They're both little hellions who inherit the power to see ghosts, so they have two ghost uncles who tell them stories about embarrassing things they mother have done, and help keep them out of trouble.

[caramelmiacchiato]

especially after the HEARTBREAKING ending of fearless, could I request a cute fluffy little hcs/fic with kaipaedyn and their daughter please??

hiii!! im kinda confused on why u would ask this to me, but also very honored so thank you??? 😭 i dont write fics, but i can make some headcanons for u!! so here u go, i hope u like it <3

* major spoilers for the ending of fearless!!!

During kit's first two years she HATED to wear clothes in general. specially shirts. so she would js wear diapers most of the time bc no one could convince her to do different;

Her first word was prolly blueberry or smth (Paedyn might have laughed a little too hard at Kai's reaction)

She's obsessed with blueberries, even more than Paedyn;

On her fifth bday Kai paid a blacksmith to make her a dagger w a hilt on her favorite color and w an engraved pattern of her favorite flower (she loved it so much she slept holding the dagger every night for the first month. they had to take it out of her hand everyday so she wouldnt accidentally stab herself);

Tho they would only let her use it under their supervision;

She can't stand still while sleeping. Since she was a baby she moved a lot to the point she woke up on the wrong side of the bed almost every night. thats pretty much why she never sleeps on her parents bed (she only does so when she has nightmares);

Kai, Paedyn and Kit celebrate Kitt's, Ava's and Adena's birthdays every year under the willow tree. They eat the dead's favorite foods, share stories and make flower crowns. these r Kit's favorite days of the year bc her parents take the entire day off of rulling the kingdom and spend only w the three of them;

if Kit is a psychic then Kai non ironically calls her little psychic. but i believe its possible for her to be a soul or a crawler too. either way Kai would find a nickname for her;

Sometimes Kai and Paedyn take a time to simply stroll through the gardens together. After a long day, when they notice the other it is not feeling good or simply when they want to be alone for a bit. The entire kingdom knows better than to interrupt the royal couple;

There are rumours through the palace that if the king catch a guard staring at the queen for too long w too much interest they might disappear. No one knows if they get banished or tortured and theyre too scared to find out 🤫;

Once, when Kit was six, she tried to cut her own hair and bangs with her dagger. It didnt end up very stylish, but she liked it so automatically Paedyn and Kai liked it too;

Kai and Paedyn take turns on sparring with Kit to teach her how to fight. Kai goes easy on her everytime, too scared to hurt her. She knows, but pretends not to notice bc of how proud he gets of her when she "wins";

Differently from him, Paedyn does not go easy on her, she actually does everything to make it harder for Kit to win and Kit loves it bc she thinks its challenging. Kai loves to watch and couldnt be prouder of his girls;

Kai made sure Kit would grow up knowing how to dance, differently than her mother lol. so he taught her since she was very small. At first she would js dance with her feet atop his, until she grew up a bit and learnt to actually dance on her own;

Paedyn read Kit a story almost every night while Kai braided both his wife's and daughter's hair until she grew up;

This one is an old hc, but I love it too much to not say it again: Kit has blue eyes, and the shape is exactly like Paedyn's so when she was around 4 yrs old she found out she could make Kai do anything she wanted simply with a stare. (she saw her mom doing that and decided to try too, finding out it works and very well).

these r all i can think of for now hahah anyway, srry for taking a bit long to answer, it took me a while to think of these ^^

[john-does-middle-finger]

Part 52 Live Finger Reaction

except i have patreon so i've listened to most of this already (y'all are NOT ready for the interlude) and also i forgot to start typing until several minutes in lol

SPOILERS FOR PART 52 BELOW

i'm so proud of arthur for catching on so quickly. side note---i love the moments in malevolent when arthur knows more about what's going on than john does despite john having their sight. just a neat flip when you look back on the earlier seasons

"why am i here??" me every day fr john

need me a woman who'll put maggots in me

that's right john open your third eye

thank you harlan for our monthly arthur whimpering podcast

OUGH I FORGOT HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS MOMENT WAS. THEM BOTH SEEING THE STARS. I BETTER SEE SO MUCH FUCKING FANART OF THIS.

okay john maybe making trains is hard...

okay hamilton

which one of you was the damn fool that shot him then mr. "i thought you were my purpose"

arthur in hell for homosexuality (too many hoes in New York)

oh there he goes falling again. all men are the same.

it was difficult to put the nightmare together

BUT IM ONLY HUMAN AFTER ALL!!!

oh arthur...you weren't there for that poll buddy...

i love how gentle john is with arthur sometimes

fr? ong? just like that? we're awake?

arthur...snookums...dont...

it's not a rock. it's a stone!

harlan thank you for your footstep sound effects and also more of arthur laughing

oh lilith...

quick headcanon that arthur can generally feel where john is and every now and then he'll lean against him for a moment of rest. anyway. pick up that toenail or whatever

go on arthur. that's a fragment of a god! you can change her! make her a new person! give her a new name! name it spike or some shit.

maybe it was on purpose?? considering...idk. likely not though unless lilith really is that good at acting

go on arthur collect your freaky fingers.

nuh uh john that was a great idea and an excellent vote

sopping wet cat antoine

damn arthur you really do doomed yaoi with every guy you meet. except the yaoi is minimal and the doom is maximal.

arthur...i love you for caring so much

"was i kind?" HARLAN WHEN I GET YOU.

"a friend's love can carry you through the worst of life's trials and tribulations" I KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, ARTHUR LESTER. side note can we get this man a middle name i want to use his full legal name for science purposes and also to yell at him

JOHN we just had an IMPORTANT and LOVING character death DO NOT EVEN BRING THIS UP.

SEE JOHN. EARNED IT. IF ONLY...well...y'know...it lasted...no rest for the wicked or whatnot.

THIS REVEAL GOT ME SO FUCKING BAD BECAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN "maybe the blackstone was the friends we made along the way" WAS RIGHT.

YORICK. OH, YORICK...yorick i'm so fucking sorry

hello arthur, apologies for the deception. kayne here, vsauce stone! idk man

watching the wager (song) get released after the full episode dropped on patreon was so fucking wild

^watching people say "i hope we see kayne again soon!" after knowing the ending of this episode. my pookies...my blorbos...my yoricks...

"oh lose the get up honey" bro fr said "you're not going out in that."

footstep sounds x 2

yorick you never did anything wrong and i forgive you for everything except there isn't even anything to forgive! YORICK MY MOST DEARLY BELOVED

fruit of my loins. buddy you are the fruit

i believe you yorick

LEAVE THAT LITTLE GUY ALONE

YORICK. MY SHAYLA. MY SHAYLA. IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RECOVER FROM THAT THE FIRST TIME. AND NOW AGAIN...oh my god...

listening to this on 2.5x speed is so funny. specifically because of kayne

me when im in a disguising my desperation competition and my opponent is kayne (im losing so bad)

arthur dont you ever fucking say that shit again.

KAYNE'S LAUGH IN 2.5x.

i was losing it at the description of the blackstone so fucking much

NOEL!!! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL! NOEL MY FUCKING GOAT RAHHHHH

this poll. this fucking poll. had me stressing so fucking hard.

oh the fanfics are going to go SO fucking hard with this new arthur lore.

kayne i love your painfully obvious ploy at emotional manipulation because you have no actual power

i am so happy the poll ended up with lilith. choosing hope and all that yknow, as much as i love kayne

benevolent canon

arthur. arthur no. arthur you know these promises won't be enough. arthur please. ARTHUR.

was? am? john, my most dearly beloved

kayne please don't make life with soaking wet bloody dogs

MY SHAYLA

but kayne what is joy if you know nothing else? ugh

god i remember tweaking out so fucking hard during this ending. my shaylas. my pookies. everything.

"i forgive you" arthur i love you. john i love you. kayne i love you but i will never forgive you. still love your zest for...not really life but yknow.

MY SHAYLA x3

i was so worried john was going to make another deal here and i'm so glad he didn't.

anyways

the interlude is so fun harlan i'm begging you to release it soon (preferably tomorrow) (as a post finals treat) (for me specifically) (please) (please) (i need to yap about it)

[dumbass-entity-of-darkness]

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

There are a couple songs on each that are there because the sounds matched the vibes but for the most part there’s a meaning behind all of them and when there’s crossovers there’s a meaning for that too.

For mermaids for gillion, EXACTLY!!! It’s on Jay’s as well for a very similar reason, giving in to that siren call of freedom.

I ALSO FUCKING LOVE FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE. When mermaids came out I had it on repeat for DAYS and it still slaps

For Lizzie, I love Freaks but also God Needs the Devil because it’s so both waning crescent AND pistolwhip coded because of Lizzie. It’s just Lizzie coded lmao. Her playlist is a mix of Lizzie vibes, waning crescent while it was happening vibes, Lizzie post Ava’s death vibes, Lizzie moving on vibes and Lizzie falling for Jay vibes (I really like the idea that with Ava, love was a wildfire, destructive and passionate and fast and burning so hot but with Jay it’s a hearth, it’s home and family and still burning hot and passionately but it’s protective and it’s h o m e)

I’m so proud of Ava’s because I really think it captures both who she was and also what she’d listen to lol. A lot of her songs are mostly for her character(the ones I’m most proud of being Blood In The Cut, Icarus, Gold Guns Girls) but there’s also some waning crescent songs on there too (This Is Love, Kiss Me You Animal, Breakfast, Dear Arkansas Daughter)

For Chip it’s just dramatic sad boy hours. Kidding there’s so many songs in there that I was like « oh my god that’s Chip » specifically Hungover in the City of Dust, Devil Like Me and Trojan Horse. He’s just a tormented little guy who’s angry at the world but he loves his people SO SO MUCH

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR ANALYZING THE SONGS THAT’S ALL I EVER WANTED FROM POSTING THE PLAYLISTS BECAUSE I PUT A LOT OF THOUGHT INTO THEM AND IM GLAD PEOPLE CAN ALSO THINK ABOUT THEM AND I LOVE YOU FOREVER FOR IT <33333

Does anyone want the character playlists I made for the albatrio and Lizzie and also Ava

[hinamie]

mentor

[equinoxette]

they should've hugged!!

[etoilesdeglace]

"What's really bothering you darling? "When the Briarwoods came, no one could have prevented it. But this? I did this. I had us flee here, and Raishan followed..."

[starrysharks]

poids

comparison with the original from last year:

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Gaz is in his anime phase now hehe (a sequel to this animatic!)

[panbhonpan]

hey tumblr, have this!

I present y'all my low poly Kevin, in his home enviroment, the Candy Club Hope y'all like it mmsfnks Also

showcasing this shot bc I love it

[hellsitegenetics]

i'm only 14, however i didn't understand this gimmick blog last year, since i hadn't learned about it in school.

i bring great news, i have been enlightened bro

i can now enjoy this blog to the fullest extent.

i feel like a fish who had been trapped in a bowl introduced to the splendor that is his home, the ocean

thank you

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almost christmas