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children-of-epiales · 1 year ago

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Let's freaking go bois YEEEEEEE

♥️👙Á👠🍒👅☂️☜☞∀ for my beloved Lara and Sage and/or Reaper and Sens or Fury and Plague idk dealer's choice <3

For you my Beloved Bestie, I shall do all 3!

Death & Her Mercy (Rouen "Reaper" BlakexNéon “Sens” Ngoma Mutombo ||Rainbow Six Siege)

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

My gal is most sensitive along her bikini area, inner thighs, neck (more toward her collarbone) and hip dips. Anyone who wants to be handsy and touches her there will def get a reaction (fun fact: her thighs are very ticklish, which Sens would probably find out very quickly).

For Sens, I think they're the type to be sensitive on the neck and their ears. Reaper finds this out when she actually tries to whisper in Sens' ear about something normal and she startles them.

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

Reaper isn't actually into dressing up for specific occasions, but she would try; this being said, she tries to stay between keeping it "simple" and adding a lil bit more Spice when she's feeling bold. So she'll probably wear some nice lingerie (not the complex strappy stuff but different stuff) under either a nightie, a mesh dress, or a regular oversized shirt. She does own Nice nightgowns that she originally wears for herself when she's feeling Fancy, but ofc she gets even to show them off to Sens.

Idk if this counts as an "outfit", though Reaper does like to see Sens in those tanks they wear (example in the vector glare siege story). That and something like unbuttoned beach shirts (example like the Hawaiian vacation shirts), or anything that Sens can wear loosely.

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

While I think they are on the same level when it comes to making noise, Reaper takes the cake as the loudest; when they first start having sex, Reaper tries desperately to Be Quiet and always ends up failing miserably since she moans and curses and gasps more than Sens does. Sens can make their fair share of noise too, but they save it for my gal's ears, and I think Sens is more heavy breathing, gasping, and some moaning in comparison.

👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?

Reaper doesn't watch porn bc she personally doesn't care for it and knows 99.9% of porn is meant for guys anyway. Sens actually just doesn't strike me as someone who would be into it either, maybe they would do it, with Reaper's permission or ask if they could watch something together, for new spicy ideas?

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

Reaper would have no shame in revealing that she, in her late twenties, is still a virgin. She never really had the opportunity to have sex when she was younger, nor was she interested in doing so due to sex being something really personal for her.

Again, I'm not sure if Sens would have done the tango. They're very sweet and sociable, not that that has to mean they've had sex nor that they've had a romantic relationship. Honestly idk, I think if they did, maybe in their early-mid twenties? Comfort sex or a friends-with-benefits thing?

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

Reaper loves to receive, so she offers to give so much in exchange.

Sens feels like a giver, so I think there's some balance here.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Sooooo Reaper actually takes a lil minute before hits climax (it sounds weird to give an amount of time, but so I'm not vague about this, I'm taking 30 minutes minmum, even if she's initially in The Mood unless that's not a long time idk).

I think it depends for Sens, if they're in The Mood I think they climax pretty quickly (10-15 minutes), otherwise they don't take too long nor too soon.

☜ : Does your muse like to top?/☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Reaper is a Bottom, like she can try to top but it'll look just too cute.

Me thinks Sens could be a pro at switching.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

Reaper: missionary, lotus, from behind (preferably standing and/or against a wall, also pinned), missionary with legs over the shoulders

Sens: cowgirl, spooning but facing each other, facing each other against the wall/on a counter, standing missionary

*****

A Game of Cat & Mouse (Lorelei "Plague" CapuletxLuna "Fury" Pajeot ||Rainbow Six Siege)

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Fury's most sensitive spots are her inner thighs and behind her knees, and her navel and lower stomach.

Plague's spots are their shoulder blades, sides and lower back, and their scalp.

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

Fury's motto is "comfort is sexy" (jk), so wearing baggy clothes, pajamas, etc. actually gets her going (especially when it makes it easier for her to reach the Spots), and she is not afraid to admit she's a sucker for the fancy military uniforms in the bedroom.

Plague isn't really into the whole outfit thing, so they go with whatever Luna likes.

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

Luna is not loud in bed; she's a heavy breather, soft moaner, and sometimes even giggles (that's just her).

Plague is not loud either actually. They curse, groan, and (thought they fruitlessly try not to) even whimper, but none of it gets past the room.

👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?

Luna does occasionally, strictly lesbian and/or masturbation, she'll offer Plague to watch it with her if they feel up to it.

Plague doesn't watch porn. They discovered it when they were younger and it was Not The Right time, of course that was awhile ago and they know Luna doesn't watch "extreme" stuff so it's fine.

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

Luna masturbated when she was younger, which I'm not sure if that counts (some ppl says it does, I wouldn't so I'll count this as a fun fact). Otherwise, she has no experience before Plague.

Plague is not experienced in anything at all. They grew up in a very straight-laced family and when they got their freedom, sex was not one of the things on their mind.

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

Both Fury and Plague are givers, really. Between the two though, Luna leans more toward giving or receiving.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Luna usually climaxes first. It doesn't take her very long at all.

Plague definitely takes longer, especially when they have sex with Fury for the first time, and they become more comfortable over time.

☜ : Does your muse like to top?/☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Fury is the top, literally every time (which she has no complaints about), and Plague is the bottom.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

Fury: really anything that doesn't require flexibility (bc my pilot is NOT flexible)

Plague: spooning, missionary, lotus, reverse cowgirl, etc (anything where they can be close to Fury)

*****

Falling Into Your Spells (Lara Darling-JóźwiakxSage O'Malley ||Fandomless)

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Lara's sensitive spots are her inner wrists/forearms, hips, the small of her back & lower back, and her mouth.

Sage's are his neck (especially the nape), shoulders/shoulder blades, and stomach/lower stomach.

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

These two are the kind that have certain clothes that the other gets really turned on by, which they do take advantage of (they do try and wear clothing that pair well together, so it's not random or mismatched).

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

They are both loud ones, except Lara's the one who's embarrassed about it. She lets out the high-pitched squeals and cries and can curse and ramble but Sage is the most talkative of the two.

👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?

Once in a blue moon they might watch a video or two to get things going. It's not really their thing.

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

Lara experienced oral sex once and that was it. Otherwise, they both have no experience.

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

Lara really is both a giver and receiver, while Sage is a giver.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

They both take awhile (20-30 minutes), though Lara usually finishes first.

☜ : Does your muse like to top?/ ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Sage is a switch that prefers to top, and Lara is a bottom.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

Lara: spooning, doggy style, doggy style with bottom up, cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, sitting (this one sounds weird ik)

Sage: missionary (modified), spooning (modified), reverse sitting, spooning, doggy style standing

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keibea · 3 years ago

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this is my contribution to the ghibli collab! i hope you all enjoy! the other people that contributed are @kerriganhouse , @mechtasims & @johziii !! be sure to check them and their beautiful work out! i apologise im late with this, a stupid boy decided to rip my heart out and stomp all over it just as i was meant to be finishing :)

This collaboration was made in an effort to raise awareness for the Ghibli Museum in Mitaka, Japan. The museum, opened in 2001, showcases the art of Japanese animation studio, Studio Ghibli, who created many of our beloved childhood favourites, such as Kiki’s Delivery Service, Spirited Away, and Howl’s Moving Castle. The museum has suffered financially due to COVID restrictions and a fundraising campaigned was launched back in June to help keep it afloat. Though the campaign has already surpassed its goal, non-EU members can still donate until February 1, 2022 by following this link.

For more information please visit the official campaign site here (you can find English instruction at the bottom of the page). Additional context can be found here.

the download link will bring you to a folder with individuals or a zip file that you can choose from. enjoy! let me know if you have any issues or problems!!

DOWNLOAD // MIRROR

more information below the cut:

INFO ;

1. Ghibli Sketchbook

non-recolourable, 5 swatches, hq textures, hlod; 3829 verts, 4220 polys - mlod; 1682 verts, 1388 faces, $13 found in misc deco

2. Ghibli Tucked Tee

fully-recolourable 2 channels, 4 ghibli-themed overlays + one plain swatch (i apologise for the bluriness, there wasnt much i could do), hq textures, pregnancy morph enabled, hlod; 4607 verts, 7547 polys

issues; with some sliders, there will be some issues with the neckline of the shirt, like there were in the picture with elodie as an example. i couldn't fix this, but with normal body types it should be fine.

3. Whisper Dress

fully recolourable 2 channels, maternity-enabled, hq textures, hlod; 3142 verts, 4501 polys

issues; the skirt part of a dress will likely clip and look weird with some poses, i tried to fix it but just couldnt. as well as this, with big boobs, the straps may go all wonky, i couldnt fix this either. and finally, slightly bigger sims or sims with some sliders may find clipping with the straps at the back of the dress. sorry, again i couldn't seem to fix this.

4. Yuko Hat (mesh made by @kerriganhouse )

best with hat sliders, made for hat sliders, fully recolourable 3 channels + 5 custom overlays that may or may not look like shit idk it changes depending on the lighting, hq textures, male + female + teen & elder enabled, hlod; 2579 verts, 5951 polys, i used sketchbookpixels cowboy hat as a base which is why the mlod is that :)

#s3cc #ts3cc #sims #simblr #sims 3 #ts3 #the sims 3 #keibea #keibeacc #ghibli collab

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tootiredmotel · 3 years ago

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spoiler alert: she keeps it

A coda fic of my beloved 10x20 "Angel Heart" bc Cas and Claire are my everything, for @emeraldcas 's celebration!

Prompt: meaningful moments

1.2k words – read on ao3 or below

First, it's a matter of where.

Dean says that the mall is a safe bet, and he’s probably right. It has options, a wide array of stores with near endless possibilities, so Cas asks him for a ride to the nearest one.

As Dean pulls into the parking lot, he asks "You really think you'll finally win her over like this?"

"I'm not trying to "win her over", Dean." Cas air quotes. "It's her birthday. A present is customary, isn't it?"

It's not a rhetorical question, and Dean seems to understand that after studying Cas's gaze on him.

"Yeah. Yeah it is, buddy."

Once inside, the number of options becomes overwhelming rather than comforting. Hundreds of people bustle about, bumping into them with reckless abandon. Cas pauses a few steps from the entrance, breathing heavily and looking every which way, trying to figure out where to begin and coming up blank.

He’s never been to a mall before.

Dean, staring daggers at the back of someone who almost trampled them, puts a hand on Cas’s back. “C’mon. Let’s try this way,” he says, leading him down the hall to their right.

They walk for a while. Cas quietly studies every store they pass, while Dean speaks up every two minutes with a new idea. Tech store? A new phone. Clothing store? A jacket, hers is looking a bit worn. Shoe store? Do you know her size? We can get her some boots or something.

“Dean,” Cas finally says, stopping in his tracks and grabbing Dean’s arm. He's grateful for the ride, and he's grateful for Dean’s suggestions. Really, he is. “Thank you, but… This is my gift to her. I need to choose on my own.”

Dean starts doing that adorable thing where he can’t decide if he wants to shake his head or nod. “Uh, yeah, no. No problem, angel. You got this. I’ll shut up.”

Right now, Cas is less focused on the gift itself and more on finding a store that feels fitting, one that Claire might pick out on her own. He puts his hands in his pockets and scans the stores in sight. Further down the hall, one storefront stands out. The walls are black, the windows dimly lit, and the sign is made of backlit block letters. It feels… edgy. She’d like it.

“There.” Cas nods toward it. “The Hot Topical.”

The other thing is the matter of what.

Luckily, the Hot Topical seems to have a bit of everything. Dean sets off on his own soon after walking in, saying something about some Star Wars character or other. There's an overwhelming amount of pop culture merchandise, most of which Cas now recognizes. But he's not sure what kind of shows or movies Claire likes, so he opts against those.

Walking deeper into the store, he comes across the jewelry displays. Claire might like some, maybe stud earrings or a necklace, nothing too frilly. But if she's going to keep hunting, and she is, it's not very practical to wear things that can get caught and slow her down. He keeps walking.

The music section is mostly t-shirts. This is where he finds Dean, eyeing the wall curiously, but not looking like he's going to buy.

“Find anything?” Dean asks when he feels Cas next to him.

“Not yet.”

“You will. You got this," he says again, and Cas greatly appreciates the vote of confidence.

Dean turns his attention back to the shirts, and Cas, who isn't all that sure about Claire’s music taste either, goes over to the furthermost wall.

The back of the store is where they keep the miscellaneous things, apparently. One half of the wall is full of small, bobblehead-ish figurines whose heads don’t bobble (as Cas discovers when he picks one of the boxes up and shakes it). The other half of the wall has quite a few things: bags and backpacks on display, a few accessories such as mesh gloves that wouldn’t keep one warm in the slightest, and unnecessarily intricate belts. At the bottom of the wall, however, he spots some shelves with plushies.

That’s where something catches Cas’s eye.

Dean is already at the back of the line when Cas gets there. He's buying an enamel Scooby-Doo keychain and says it's because Baby's is old and he needs a new one; the unbridled delight in his eyes gives him away, though.

"A stuffed animal?" He asks when he notices what Cas is holding. There's no judgment in it. A bit of amusement and maybe, just maybe, a hint of fondness, Cas thinks.

Cas holds up the cat for Dean to take and examine. "It's an... inside thing."

"Right," Dean says, and hands it back.

Dean asks if he even has any money, to which Cas doesn't answer, realizing he doesn't. Dean happily pays for both items.

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"She kept it, y'know," Dean says behind him, the next day. He pats Cas's shoulder, then heads back to the car, keys jingling against the new keychain.

Castiel stands there for a second, watching the cab roll completely out of the parking lot and out of sight, and he's wishing he could have hugged her longer. Despite having him and the Winchesters and soon Jody Mills, despite knowing she'll always have them… Claire is more alone now than she's ever been. Cas knows she's tough, tougher than she should've had to be, but she's still a kid (as much as she insists she's not).

He… doesn't pray. Not anymore. But he hopes. He hopes for her every day, hopes for her wellness and safety, hopes he'll be able to see her face again and not just read her words or hear her voice through a phone. And right this second, he's also hoping that his present to her, (which she kept, Cas thinks fondly), will be able to serve its purpose. That it'll be a small source of comfort if she were to ever need it.

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That night, as Claire settles into a motel bed, she gets a text from Cas. It's a Grumpy Cat meme, one of many cat memes she's received from him since they agreed to stay in touch more. In this one, the image is the cat lying in bed with that face of his, and it says "How many people got trampled on Black Friday this year? Not enough".

After having cried herself out in the backseat of the cab, she actually smiles for the first time all afternoon; it's not a wide or toothy smile but it's a smile, and she lets out an amused exhale through her nose, so that's something.

She texts him haha and the eye roll emoji.

Are you safe? Cas shoots back.

She double-checked all the locks on all the doors and windows. She's got a knife under the pillow and a gun under the bed. She's all set to get to Jody's by tomorrow. She breathes deep, squeezing the plushie tighter against her chest, and texts back.

I am. Night Cas

She doesn't have time to put the phone down before it dings again.

Good night, Claire. Sweet dreams.

They probably won't be all that sweet. They haven't been sweet in years. But at least now, when the bitter dreams inevitably wake her up, she's got something to hold. Or maybe strangle. Depends on the dream.

Plus, she's got an angel-dad watching over her, too. In a sense.

Claire lets the dryness in her eyes and the heaviness in her body take over, and she falls asleep. Grumpy Cat in hand.

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angelatsumu · 3 years ago

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pendant [nsfw] m.atsumu <3

greetings <3 i have had brainrot about this for the longest time and i cannot focus on anything until i share this. i will continue to fuel my own selfish desires until one of you blesses me with a new concept to write <3

warnings: NSFW, 18+ thanks, not a whole lotta prep before penetration, clueless!reader, brattydom!atsumu with an attitude problem, one (1) spank, reader is called puppy/pups, somewhat sacrilegious behavior?

he'd been spaced out for at least twenty minutes, eyes flickering between your neckline and your eyes, absent-minded nods as you continued to ramble on about your day. you huffed when you finally met his eyes, catching him mid flicker. "go on baby," he smiled sweetly, nearly fooling you but you quirked an eyebrow in response. "atsumu, have you even been listening," you scold him the bratty tone you usually take with him, and his dick hardens a bit as his mind continues to race. "hm? yes of course, doll. 'm always listenin'" he lies through his teeth, the coy smile doing nothing to sway you from your suspicion. you scoff at him, rolling your eyes and moving in your chair to adjust your shirt, fixing it so he had less of a view down your shirt. you continue on with your work tales, fussing about how the customer service at your favorite shop was the least polite they'd been in a while, all the while his eyes continued to flicker. having enough, you stop talking, resolving to give him the silent treatment.

"you're an asshole." his eyes were so fixed on your neckline, you had to look down at it yourself, finding the culprit; he was fixed on your pendant. "sorry, it's just a beautiful pendant," he mutters to himself, eyes finally coming up to meet yours. he's got that mischievous glint in his eye, and his hand reaches out to you, latching on to the circular pendant just below your neck. he grips it, running his thumb over the surface. "'tsumu focus," you whine, scolding him for distracting you with his seemingly harmless gesture. so he admired the pendant, so what? it was nothing to get hung up about, really. you continued your ranting, occasionally getting so worked up you flailed your arms and the pendant would swing like a grandfather clock, back and forth and back and forth. atsumu found himself staring helplessly, mind fogging with visions of that precious pendant swinging in his face as you rode him. he needed it so bad, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

you sighed in relief, feeling like a weight had been lifted from the amount of whining and ranting you'd just done. atsumu smiled, leaning forward across the restaurant table for a kiss, and you met him halfway, pendant swinging uncontrollably and catching his eye. you pecked his lips sweetly and retreated to your seat.

atsumu stood abruptly, rounding the table and grabbing your arm to usher you out of the restaurant. 'atsumu where are we-' "i can't do this anymore, puppy," he sighed almost apologetically as he hurriedly walked you to his car. "need you," he whined, opening the backdoor and shoving you backward into the backseat. he immediately followed suit, meshing his body between yours as his left hand moved to your neck. he slotted his hips against your own, grinding against you in your scrubs as he let out a breathless moan. "what has gotten into you," you whined, pleasure starting to simmer beneath your skin with each roll of his hips. he groaned in response, eyes moving from your pendant to your own and he gives a wanton smile. "i'm a really bad guy puppy," his voice shaky as he rocked his hips into you, the friction working you both into breathless whimpers. "atsumu~" he only diverted his eyes back down to your gold, glistening pendant, fantasizing about it swinging sporadically in his face as he drills up into your welcoming cunt. another whimper leaves his lips, and you reach between you, hand gripping his cheeks and squishing to force his gaze to meet yours. "tell me. now."

atsumu pauses his rhythmic hip movements, panting as he smacks your hand away from his jawline, a coy smirk replacing his fixed expression. "oh, puppy thinks she's in charge, hm?" he tugs on your pants, yanking them down your hips along with your panties and tossing them aside. "you, pup, are not in charge. i am, and i wanted to see that silly little pendant hangin' in my face while i fucked yer cunt real good, but seems like i've had a change of plans," he's cold when he says it, biting words replacing the needy tone he had some minutes ago. disobedient girls were fucked mercilessly, and you'd be lucky if he let you cum.

atsumu slipped his dick out of his jeans, and turned you on your tummy, angling your hips to be just high enough that your back held a pretty arch. "daddy, 'm sorry," you whimpered, rubbing your thighs together as you felt the swell of his tip brushing against your ass. his hand came down on your left cheek with a loud smack, your body jolting forward as he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you back to him. "daddy just wanted a cute look at that pendant, baby. now look at you, about to get recorded being bitched out like some whore because you couldn't keep yer fuckin' mouth shut" his words are taunting as his tip slides between your wet folds, and he leans over you, placing his phone on the door's arm rest, just enough angle to capture that beloved pendant dangling for him. "you were made for this, puppy," he grins at himself, sliding into you with force and delivering punctuated and slow thrusts that make your insides curl.

he folds his body over yours, hips colliding yours at a bruising pace as the curve of his cock brushes against that spongey spot that has your vision blurred. atsumu's hand moves around to your face, fingers slipping into your mouth as he tugs on the corner of your mouth, hooking it so you drool onto his seats below you. he peers over you, staring at the messy image before him and he lets out an audible groan. "fuck pups, gonna cum if ya keep lookin' like that" the words make you blush as you fix your gaze on the video in front of you, whining around his fingers as he pounds your spot mercilessly. your walls clench around him, fluttering with each punishing thrust against your cunny. "please 'tsumu~" you garble as you throw your hips back into him, aching cunny squeezing him like a vice and begging to cum. his head falls back, whimpers leaving his lips as he feels himself growing closer. "my bad little girl wanna cum, hm? y'think if i touch yer naughty little clit you'll cum, huh? think daddy can make ya cum, pups?" you nod eagerly, grinding back against him and he fumbles forward, hand reaching around to flick your clit, and you slump over, bucking your hips at the sensation.

"'m gonna cum, pups, come on make a a mess for me, baby," his voice comes out as a whimper, a plea like the bratty boy he was. still, through his approaching high he fixed his gaze on your swinging pendant, entranced by the rhythmic swaying. "fuck, 'm cummin'" he groans with his head thrown back, cock twitching inside you as he punctuates each spurt of his seed with a squelching thrust, your cunny welcoming the sensation with fluttering walls and trembling legs. you babble about your own release feeling the hot sensation wash over you like a tidal wave, all resolve and restraint breaking as you tremble and pulsate below him, clamping down on him like your cunt was made for him. he whimpers softly as he buries his face in your hair, body caging yours beneath him as you shake and quiver, the sensation of gentle kisses to your hair just soft enough to coax you through your high. with a final grunt, he pulls out of you and places a peck to your shoulder blades. "s'good puppy, but i think i might need to go to church now," he grins, moving to stop the recording of his phone.

he flips you over onto your back, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead and he smiles lovingly at you. "all over a necklace, 'tsumu," you whine softly, still tired from the world shattering orgasm he gave you. he slaps your thigh softly before toying with the pendant hung around your neck.

#atsumu brainrot go brrrrr #atsumu x y/n #atsumu hcs #atsumu <3 #atsumu miya #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu #atsumu drabble #atsumu headcanons #haikyu smut #hq smut #hq drabble #pup's thots

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noladyme · 4 years ago

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Chess. Chapter 5

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

(Fair warning, this is about to get even darker. We are moving towards a much deeper connection between Chess and Rick; but I find a deep connection needs a backstory. Also; let me know if you want to be added to my tag list. I’m still new at this, but I love knowing that people are actually reading my dribble.)

TW: sexual harassment/assault, torture, sexual themes, violence

I rubbed my neck, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

“Did you just microchip me, like some animal?”, I asked. “Something like that”, Flag said, and pulled a radio from his belt. “GQ, get the crate”, he spoke into it, and walked towards the door.

Diablo went to get a t-shirt, hanging over a chair, and put it on. “They got us rigged with some dynamite shit”, he said, and started stretching his shoulders. “Big boom”, Digger said, emulating an explosion coming from his neck. “Knocked String Boys head clean of”. “Slipknot”, Diablo corrected him. “Whatever”, was the answer, as Digger went to lay down on a bench, covering his eyes with his arm; apparently preparing to take a nap.

“Welcome to the family”, Diablo said, smirked at me, and went for a set of dumbbells in his corner.

Croc had pulled a slice of what looked like day-old pizza, from his hoodies pocket, and was eating it with a terrifyingly pleased face.

Harley – motherfucking Harley Quinn – was muttering quietly to herself, before lighting up in a big smile, exclaiming: “Ants!”, and skipping away to do whatever it is psychopathic criminal overladies do, when no one is watching.

The door behind me opened, and Edwards, whose acquaintance I’d made the day before, came into the gym. Behind him, the Tweedles were dragging a large box. Edwards and Flag exchanged a few hushed words; and Flag gazed over his shoulder to meet my eyes, before looking back at his subordinate. “… hope they’re ready”, was all I could make out from their conversation; and chills ran down my spine.

They put the box on the floor in front of me. Flag bent to unlock it, and his t-shirt rode up a bit, revealing some bruises and scratches on his lower back and hip. “Get into a fight?”, I smirked. “Just a feral cat”, he answered, smiling over his shoulder. Apparently, I’d gotten in enough punches, to make him feel it even now, quite a while later.

He opened the lid. “Here’s your shit. If you want to change, there’s a bathroom through that door”, he said, nodding towards the door Harley and Digger had come through. “Just be careful; you might get an audience. Which reminds me”. He walked over to where Digger lay; and kicked at the bench, making the peeping tom fall of it. “Hey jackass! Stop being creepy, and let people shit in peace”. Digger scrambled onto his legs, and made a mock salute. “Sir, yes, sir!”, he boomed, and laid back down, muttering curses under his breath.

“Ladies don’t shit, colonel. We powder our noses”, Harleys voice came from somewhere. Looking up, I saw that she was hanging upside down from a rope, one leg intertwined with it. Twirling her ponytails, she winked at me, before blowing a large bubble with the pink gum in her mouth.

Croc had pulled out a second slice from his pocket, and was chewing away. His enjoyment of the snack was almost obscene. He nodded towards the box in front of me. “What you got in there?”, he asked. I rifled through the things, recognizing some of my own belongings. It was now I realized that none of the crew were wearing all prison garb. Diablo had a bluish varsity jacket hanging from a chair, and Deadshots sneakers were definitely not prison grade; I could tell from the high-end label on the side.

The other three were also wearing some sort of personal addition to the orange pants and tank top, provided by Belle Reve. For Croc, it was his brown velvet hoodie; and Digger had on a coat that looked like it desperately needed a washing. Harley had on a pair of striped pink and blue shorts, held up by suspenders. The shorts barely covered her ass, and showed of the many tattoos on her legs.

Taking my favorite band t-shirt out of the box, I noticed it still had some cat hair stuck to it, from my beloved babies at home. Selina, I’m trusting you to take good care of them, I thought. I put the shirt on the floor beside me, and continued to go through the box. A polaroid of me on stage, my first night at Sammy’s; my copy of Alice In Wonderland; a pair of hot pink socks, I’d knitted myself; an oversized greyish flannel shirt, I’d stolen from an ex; some makeup and black nail polish, in a black purse; and a pair of broken, furry handcuffs – Ahh, Vegas, I smiled. Finally, I pulled out a small stuffed bunny, I’d won at a travelling fair, a few weeks before I’d been taken by Hatter. I stroked its tiny face, and discretely kissed its head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Digger looking at me, sending me a friendly smirk and nod. I smiled back.

I kept searching through the box. “Looking for something?”, Flag said from behind me. “Where are my smokes?”, I sighed. “There were no cigarettes in the box when it arrived”, Flag answered me. He’d already gone through it.

A large scaly hand offered me a pack of Marlboro Lights, and looking up at Croc with a thankful smile; I took one of the cigarettes, and popped it in my mouth. “Anyone have a light?”. Diablos hand appeared in front of my face; pinky stretched. A tiny flame burned from it, taking me by surprise; and I half laughed, half guffawed, as I lit the cigarette.

“I knew you could do that!”, Harleys shrill voice sounded. Her head appeared next to mine, and she rested her chin on my shoulder. She smelled like bubblegum and cotton candy, and for a hot second I was tempted to turn my head and lick her face.

“Who the hell gave Croc access to cigarettes?”, Flag muttered to Deadshot. “You know how he gets when he runs out, and goes cold turkey!”. “You’re telling me, man. There’s still a hole in the wall between his and my cell, from when he ran his fist through it”, Deadshot smirked.

“Ooh! What’s that?”, Harley asked, and reached in to the box, revealing a false bottom. I removed the thin board of metal.

There you are!

Surrounded by the whole crew – a curious Digger having joined us – I picked up a black, cropped and hooded faux leather jacket. The pleather was undamaged still, and putting it on, I pulled up the hood, and closed the zipper. With the help of the hood and the large collar, my face disappeared into shadows. Flag looked at me, lifting his chin; staring me down. His gaze made me slightly uncomfortable – or was it stirred? – and I took off the jacket again.

A loose purple, off the shoulder crop top; and a pair of black, high waist, lycra and mesh leggings completed the outfit. Finding my favorite combat boots in the box, I only needed one thing.

I moved around rope, a crowbar, some lockpicks, and a hammer and chisel. There they were. My claws.

“Cute mittens”, Harley giggled, and grabbed for the black fingerless gloves. “Careful!”, I gasped, and quickly grasped them. Harley pouted. “What? You don’t like sharing your toys?”.

I put on the gloves, made a fist; and from my knuckles sprang 4 curved knives. Edwards and the twins quickly raised their guns at me, prepared to shot, if I tried anything. I rolled my eyes, and noticed Flag trying to hide a smile.

Picking up an old sock, I demonstrated the blades sharpness, by cutting through it. The knives went through the fabric like butter; and Harleys eyes widened. “Oh”, was all she said, after which she took a step back; and went to stand behind Deadshot. “Lady, you got some sharp nails there”, he said, and chuckled.

“You still know how to use them?”, Flag asked, not removing his eyes from the blades on my hands. I just smirked.

I went to stand by the wall. I could feel eyes on my back from my audience. I bent my knees; and then leaped. I grasped the wall with the claws, and started climbing upwards. At the top of the wall was a row of tiny windows. “Don’t do it, Y/N!”, Flag called, as I heard the soldiers cock their guns. I looked over my shoulder, winked at him; and smiled.

I quickly moved laterally on the wall. Gunshots sounded, and the wall beside me suddenly was full of holes. “Hold your fire! Hold your goddamn fire!”, Flag yelled desperately. The gunfire stopped, and I made myself reappear; hanging by my claws from the basketball hoop on the opposite wall. One of the Tweedles cocked his gun again; and everything after that happened in slow motion.

The soldier took aim at me; looking pissed. From out of nowhere, Flag jumped at him; knocking him to the ground. The gun went off; bullet narrowly missing my head – and I fell.

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I landed on my back; the wind knocked out of me. I closed my eyes, and heard people running towards me. I felt a strong arm under my back, and a hand behind my head. “Y/N”, Flags shaking voice called out. “Come on kitten, wake up”, he whispered into my ear, his breath warm against my neck.

I opened my eyes, seeing his face inches from mine, mouth slightly opened to speak again. I suddenly noticed there were specks of green in his brown eyes.

I blinked once. “Are you gonna kiss me now?”, I asked, and smiled crookedly.

Flag let go of me, and pulled back, lips now in a thin line. He stood up, and stormed towards the shooting twin. He grabbed his collar; and slammed him against the wall. “What the fuck is your problem? Do you not know how to follow an order?”. The soldier put his hands up. “Sir, she was going awol!”. “She is an asset. Wallers asset!”. Flag punched Tweedle in the gut; making him double over. “Get this asshole out of here”, he called to Edwards and the other twin; who dragged the panting soldier out of the room, Flag following them to the door, still cursing.

Deadshot crouched in front of me, holding his hand in front of my face, a couple of fingers raised. “How many fingers am I holding up?”, he asked. “What are fingers?”, I joked; making him chuckle again.

He helped me onto my feet. “You are a hard one to kill, Chess”. “Nah”, I answered. “I can die plenty. I think my secret is, I just really don’t want to”, I said, and stretched my arms into the air, feeling my bones pop.

“Why didn’t you run? You could have made it through the window”, Diablo asked from behind Deadshot. “I wouldn’t have made it half a mile. I’m spent”, I answered. “I need energy to smile, and they’ve had me living on cat food for a month. Only just had a real meal yesterday”. “Que cabrón”, Diablo spat.

Politely refusing one of Crocs pocket-pizza slices; I went back to my box of belongings. Kneeling beside it, I quickly changed into the band t-shirt. It had been a snug fit once; but my kibble-diet had made it quite a bit looser.

Flag crouched next to me. “You good?”. He didn’t look at me, but kept his eyes on the ground. “That wasn’t supposed to happen”. I scoffed. “I’m fine. Just a few more bruises to add to the collection”. Flag exhaled. “You can keep the civilian clothes, and three items from the top layer of the box. Your combat equipment will be stored for you, until you need it”. He stood back up. “The rest will be destroyed”.

I scowled at him, and stood up, putting my hands on my hips; swaying back and forth a bit, deciding; then bent over, and started gathering the things I’d chosen. I felt his eyes on me. “Checking out the asset?”, I teased.

“Could you just for a second stop that shit? Stop flirting, and start being serious about the situation you are in!”, he growled at me. “Why? Am I getting in to your head?”, I twirled around, and pouted at him innocently.

He shook his head, and furrowed his brow, scoffing at me. “Just quit it, and do the job we brought you here to do”.

I stepped up to him, and looked him square in the face. “I’ll quit it, when you quit that good soldier bullshit”, I spat. “You had no right to go after me, and no right to keep me here”.

“I have every right”, he said calmly, staring down his nose at me. “You’re a scumbag. A criminal. The world would be better if you just disappeared”. “Oh?”, I asked; not breaking eye contact. “Tell me, what’s the difference between me and the Bat? That asshole is beating up people left and right; no badge, no warrant… He decides who he thinks is a bad guy, and drags them to the front step of Arkham, or airdrops them in to this shithole”.

I stomped away to grab the sack that had been over my head earlier. I stuffed the book, the makeup-purse, and finally the rabbit into it. I saw Deadshot and the others huddled in a corner; obviously trying to give me some space; and pretending not to be staring at the scene.

Flag stormed after me, grabbed my arm, and spun me around; holding me in place, as I struggled. “You are nothing like him. He brings down criminals. You kidnap judges, and torture them”. His face was inches from mine. “He has never stolen money from anyone”. “Maybe that’s because he is already the richest man in the goddamn country!”, I hissed at him. I looked at the squad in the corner. They didn’t seem to have heard.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”, Flag asked, and let go of my arm. I rubbed the spot he’d been holding on to. “Never mind”, I quietly answered, not wanting to get into it. The papers I’d seen in Lucius Fox’ safe, had made me put two and two together; but as I’d told Deadshot before, I really didn’t want to die – so mr. holier-than-thou Waynes secret, was safe with me. That was one wasps nest I was not putting my hand into.

Flags face had softened. “What happened with judge Kelper?”. “Your read the file”, I answered, not looking at him. “I kicked his ass”. “Before that”, he demanded. “What made you do it? If you’re not a bad guy, you must have had a reason”. I closed the box, and sat down on it. “Truth?”, I asked. He nodded.

“Kelper would show up at the club sometimes – slumming it. I knew who he was, because he was the judge at an arraignment, where I was charged with pickpocketing for the Hatter”. I folded my hands in my lap. “Someone caught you pickpocketing?”, he smirked, a slight warmth returning to his eyes. “Tetch hadn’t fed me in a couple of days. When my bloodsugar is low, and my energy is down, it’s difficult to keep up the mirage”, I admitted. “Anyway, Kelper would bring in whoever he was paying off, to further his political career, and wave money around; getting the performers to join them at their table. I was stupid enough to take some of it myself”. I winced; remembering how I’d sat on his lap, and played the part of willing participant in his little erotic adventure. Flag looked down. “I never let it go any further than a lapdance”, I said, actually worried he’d think even less of me than he already did.

“So, then what?”, he asked. I bit my lip. “Did you know he’s married? He’s got a beautiful trophy wife, and two teenage daughters, almost out of high school. Cheerleaders, blonde. Ditsy as fuck, but on their way to bright futures, due to daddys money, and mommys good looks”. “But?...”, he probed.

I sighed. “There was a girl at the club, Sarah, just turned 18; poor family, desperately trying to scrape up some money for college. One night, he invited her to join him and his friends in their limo. He said he’d give her a ride home, and maybe a recommendation for college”. Flags eyes turned cold again. I continued. “He kept calling her Stephanie, even when she tried to correct him”. I looked up at him. He was looking more and more aggravated. “She didn’t show up for work the next day, so I went to her place”. I ground my teeth together, before continuing. “Her mom told me she was in the hospital. When Sarah had refused to put out willingly, Kelper had held her down... When he was finished with her, he’d let his friends have the leftovers”.

I looked at my feet. “His youngest daughters name is Stephanie”.

I was jolted, when Flag kicked the box I was sitting on; clenching his fist, and cursing quietly. “Sorry”, he said, looking at me. I was unsure what the apology was for; the kick, or my story.

I stood up. “So, now you know. I beat that shitheads face into a pulp, clawed his skin; and made sure he’d never be able to do that to another person again”. Flag stayed quiet.

I picked up my sack of belongings, and went to face him again. “And just for the record, that last 13.000 dollars… Sarahs mom couldn’t afford the hospital bill, and became behind on the payments. They almost got kicked out of their apartment the week before I raided that safe”.

We stood there for a little while, staring each other down.

“I’m sorry that happened”, Flag said. He sighed. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the situation you’re in. You’re going to have to be a part of this team, if you want to ever get your life back”. He was almost apologetic. “I know”, I admitted. “And for the record; I am a bad guy”, I said. “A really good bad guy”. Flag smirked at me, and moved to the middle of the room. Apparently, our conversation was over.

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“Alright people! Unfortunately, we won’t have a lot of time to get acquainted with our newest team member”, he called, grabbing the attention of the rest of the squad. “We have a new mission”. “That was fast”, Deadshot said. “Sorry, Floyd. You’re going to have to take a rest from the ball, and reacquaint yourself with your guns”, Flag answered.

“So. Here’s the brief…”.

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catty-words · 3 years ago

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I know you are working your way through your rewatch, but I can’t wait to hear your takes on all the fashion lewks and the soundtrack!

ooh, well i'm happy to talk about my initial feelings about both these things right now.

fashion lewks: in general, i was kinda sad that devi's color palette took on more earthy tones. i missed pieces like her orange cardigan from 1.01 or her yellow tank from 1.02 - y'know, the bold, jewel tones. but i loved that her predilection for cozy-looking star sweaters and tartan pants was alive and well. also liked that this

cardigan made a comeback as a marker of destabalized devi looking for a bit of extra comfort even though i think it's hideous (though, admittedly, i gotta give it credit for being one of things to get better in season two).

jean jackets my beloved!! i love devi's cream and ben's black jean jackets from the 2.02 party. i thiiink ben wears the same jean jacket from 1.06 that he'd worn the night of the clippers game in 2.07 when devi's doing her standing-on-the-couch apology to aneesa, and it's a very simple jean jacket but is kinda my favorite one of his for how soft it looks + the way it's a nice, rich denim color. so naturally that made me very happy. i remember thinking that we did not see nearly enough of him in the pink jean jacket.

generally, eleanor's outfits are too busy for me to actually get a sense of, but i really liked her 2.06 lewk as they hunted for the origin of the rumor.

fabiola looked hot in her leather jackets - both the brown 2.05 one and the one that makes her friends comment that she looks like eve/sasha, which i haven't gotten around to again in my rewatch so i don't remember what episode it took place in.

kamala also looked hot in her leather jacket when she was trying on devi's anger for size.

felt like there could have been more goofy shirts for ben. kinda thought they weren't nearly flashy enough after the ameba shirt. detested his 2.04 outfit.

that mesh thing aneesa's wearing when we first meet her is really intriguing, think that whole lewk was a standout. also a fan of her 2.04 pajamas even though, personally, i thought they looked like they'd be really uncomfortable to sleep in. also like that the marbled fabric look shows up again for her a couple times - it kinda seems like her go-to-comfort style. and i was just realizing last night that they put her in lots of layers, which is a nice character detail even though i'm still extremely meh about the storyline.

nalini's suit from 2.06 that she wore to her mentor's event thingy was FIRE.

paxton was paxton. yay, plaid!

the soundtrack: there was only one song that really stood out to me my first time through, the "fire for you"/"boys like you" of season two - "heat waves" by glass animals. been listening to it on repeat, and i am obsessed with the sexy, but integrity is definitely being compromised by this relationship tone of the thing for how well that relates to d/p when the song shows up in canon.

the other song that caught my attention on my first viewing was the 🎵 my territory 🎵 song that plays over the 2.04 title card. the on-the-noseness made me laugh, but i haven't listened to the song in full yet because it didn't strike me as something i'm necessarily gonna enjoy divorced from context.

the only other songs i've familiarized myself with so far are the madame gandhi songs from 2.05 - "bad habits" and "yellow sea". out of the two, the latter is my favorite.

#anon #replies #nhie spoilers #catty liveblogs nhie s2: rewatch edition

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kingleedo · 4 years ago

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KPOP Fashion This or That

Rules;; highlight the one which you like, you can do both as well!

short necklaces or long necklaces / studs or badges / dangling earrings or small hoops / belts or suspenders / black or white / silver or gold / leather chokers or chain chokers / plain rings or rings with stones NONE/ winged eyeliner or smudged eyeliner because I suck at winged lmao / vertical stripes or horizontal stripes / contact lenses or natural / skirts or shorts / dress-pants or skinny jeans / ankle boots or knee boots / fishnet or mesh / zippers or laces / cargo pants MY BELOVED or jeans are okay too / heels or flats / black hair or blonde hair / bangs or forehead / long hair or short hair / chain bracelets or leather bracelets / natural hair tones or unnatural hair tones / plain or patterned / loose hair or tied up hair / oversized t-shirts or crop tops / buttoned collar or open collar / butterfly or tie / ripped jeans or clean jeans / eyebrow slit or no eyebrow slit / angel theme or devil theme / enforcer theme or criminal theme / cute or sexy / love or hate / school theme or work theme

Thank you @trashlord-007 for the tag!! 💖

Tagging: @soonhoonsol @kuroyurishion @u-know-time @geniuspepe @lovepaintt @hoshiwhxre @yeongwvnhi @malzenn @moon-typewriter @naturalogre @highponyleedo @younqjo @strikingtaemin @seohopeful @seohoshi @leed0neus @kim-hong-joongie @squirrel-seoho @minbinlix @tiddy-boys and anyone else who is down for some choice game ^^

#tag games #Tana 💕🥂

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libervult · 4 years ago

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So story time. This is going to get personal and a bit sad and nostalgic about childhood loves, so feel free to skip if you’d rather just look at aesthetics. There’s no obligation.

When I was 13 years old, I had this friend. Let’s call her M. Our families were really close, and we went on camping trips together every summer, played together after school, spent hours and hours making up these intricate imaginary worlds together. Normal best friend/childhood soulmate stuff. When we were 11, she and her family moved to Wales. We visited them several times, but there was a period of several months where for whatever reason we didn’t see each other. Then I heard - M and her family were coming to visit. I was so excited - and so keen to show her how grown up I’d become. I put on what I thought of as ‘grown-up’ clothes; a skirt (we had always been jeans and t-shirts kids), nice shoes; I did my hair, I wore makeup. And then she arrived, and everything was different. Wrong. Awkward. I didn’t know what to say to her; I was suddenly shy in a way I didn’t know how to handle. She wasn’t dressed in nice things, just the same comfy stuff we’d always worn as kids. We’d look at each other, and then look away. It was weird. Distressing. Our parents noticed something was wrong immediately. All day they tried to put us together, but the forced nature of it only made the awkwardness worse. By the end of the day I was frantic, freaked out; I didn’t understand what was wrong, why I felt so weird around her. My dad suggested we watched a movie together, but the only movie M wanted to watch was War of the Worlds, and I was scared, so I refused.

She cried, sitting next to me on the sofa looking so small and lonely and defeated, and I felt like shaking out of my skin, like I wanted to run away and to say the right thing and make everything better. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what was going on.

The next day they went back to Wales. Later, they invited my mum and I to go on holiday with them, but my dad had some kind of beef with her dad and he didn’t want us to go. So we didn’t. And I never spoke to my childhood best friend/soulmate again.

Years later, I saw from her sister’s facebook (we’re fb friends, but we don’t talk) that M had a long-term boyfriend; they were probably going to get married. And I felt sad, hollow, like I’d lost something. I thought it was just the reminder of the broken friendship.

There’s this movie, Boys Don’t Cry, and when I saw it I was capitvated by Chloe Sevigny the moment she came on screen. By this point I was figuring out I wasn’t straight, and I knew her face was familiar, but I just thought it was attraction. I didn’t put together that she looked like M until again, years later.

17 years after I last spoke to my best childhood friend, my mother asks me what went wrong, and I think about it with the hindsight of a decade spent ‘out’, learning to write different maps and scripts for how to feel than the ones I was raised with. I think about the loss I felt when I learned M loved a man, was going to marry him, when I’d always assumed (if I’d given it any thought at all) that she’d end up queer like me (I know that could still be true. This isn’t about that). I think about a 13 year old, desperate for the approval of her beloved friend, but finding that the adult feelings she’s having don’t mesh with the childhood world she’s used to. I think about Chloe Sevigny wearing jeans and t-shirts, how her red nails in that movie always looked wrong, too adult.

17 years after I last spoke to my best childhood friend, I contact her sister on facebook, asking if she’ll give me M’s email address. I think it’s time for healing, and maybe some closure.

#personal #my posts #being a baby gay is hard #if anyone ever wants to talk to me about it i'm here for you

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monkeymindscream · 4 years ago

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Well this got long quickly...

1. How long ago did you discover The Dark Crystal, and how?

I wassssss three or four, I think? So over two decades ago by this point (because yo’ girl here is dusty). It was Easter and my aunt gave me THIS:

Before anyone asks: no, I did not dig this old-as-balls VHS out for the sake of this ask. It was already sitting in my room.

(Also I want everyone to know that I wonder every single day which skeksis that’s supposed to be on the cover. Is that supposed to be skekSil?? Is that Sil?? Why does he Look Like That???)

I had a very complicated relationship with this movie for most of my childhood, actually? Which - on that note - unnecessary tangential story time!

When me and my little sister ( @shuri-flurry ) were little, our parents used to take us to this video place to rent movies, yeah? And the place they’d take us to would frequently have The Dark Crystal playing on the TVs they had mounted towards the ceiling of the store. “Previewing the merchandise,” or something.

(Upon reflection, though, there was seemingly no reason for them to have had Dark Crystal playing. This would have been in the mid to late 90s, and therefore well after the movie had been released and needing to be advertised. So I’m not sure what the Video Vision employees thought they were doing there).

My little sister and I - despite having already seen the movie at this point and therefore knowing exactly what we were looking at - were royally freaked out. To the degree that for months afterwards we would be coming up with battle strategies in the car whenever we were taken to rent movies. Essentially, put your head down as soon as you walk through the door so you couldn’t see the TVs, and KEEP it down until you’d discerned whether or not Dark Crystal was playing and how much risk you were in of seeing a skeksis (as long as you couldn’t see them move you were safe).

Now, reading all of the above you’d think I didn’t like the move, right? Wrong! I loved the movie, and would watch in on loop. And my favorite part of it was, in fact, a fucking skeksis (which we’ll get to in a sec here). It’s just that for some ungodly reason, I was utterly terrified of the thing that brought me joy.

Figure that one out.

2. If you watched TDC as a child, who were your favorites then, and who are they now? If not, do you think that your child self would have enjoyed it?

My fave back in the day was our most beloved bastard, dear skekSil. For as much as the skeks freaked me out as a kid, I couldn’t resist falling in love with Sil. Mostly because my villain-lovin’ baby-heart felt incredibly bad for him. Not only was he picked on by the other skeksis (from a toddler’s point of view, at least), but when he talked to Jen and Kira, they were mean and ran away!! Even after he saved them from the Garthim!! RUDE you guys, not cool!!

(I knew that he didn’t have Jen and Kira’s best interests at heart when he was talking about “peace,” but I couldn’t quite comprehend it at that age. If that makes any sense at all.)

He’s still up there in my top 5, although now it’s because as an adult I can appreciate just how cutthroat and devious he is, all while doing it so... uniquely. In all of fiction, there’s only ONE Chamberlain.

He’ll be very aggrieved to know that he’s sharing the spotlight with several others now, though (all still skeks; don’t know if this counts as irony or just me upholding my brand):

SkekSo has clawed his way up the ranks, which knowing him either involved stalking his way up to the front of the line of potential faves and expecting everyone to just. Move out of the way for him (which, credit, they did), or it involved actual clawing. The emperor that AoR showed us would absolutely rip a bitch’s face off to bolster himself, and damn him, I adore him for it.

I’ve always had a soft-spot for scientists and abused underlings, and when you combine the two you get skekTek. Obviously he’s a fave. Honestly, his character is kind of more what my child-self had initially interpreted Sil to be, but with the addition of snapping under the abuse and violently committing murder (so he continues to check all my boxes!)

Is there a single person in this fandom who DOESN’T have skekGra somewhere on their list of favorite characters? Anyone? Because he’s certainly on mine.

Last but not least (none of these are in any kind of order, honestly), we’ve got skekLi, and Wig it is ENTIRELY your fault for this. I didn’t even need to meet him in canon - I didn’t even need to read the book he’s in (y’know, literally his only canon appearance???) because you swooped the fuck in and made him the most lovable creature in existence. The impudence.

11. Three favorite romantic ships?

Wig, why would you ask me a question you already know the answer to? You’re the reason I ship anything in this fandom, I was a blank slate before you. Have I not gushed enough? Have I left room for doubt in your mind?

Listing these in chronological order of when I got dragged in if anyone’s interested in knowing, here we go:

a. Li/Gra

When we first started talking, Wig sent me a variety of arts, right? Because she’s sweet like that. Among them was this, which I babbled in the tags on (jokingly, this was only supposed to be a JOKE!), and, in response, she sends me this. Then, while I’m floundering, she drops THIS on me. And then followed that up with about, ohhhh, three, four months? Of developing, pure, heart-wrenching ANGST.

And that’s how I got tricked into shipping Li/Gra.

b. Sil/Ung

This used to be a pairing I didn’t understand the hype for. Like... Yeah, okay, they had the rivalry thing going in the movie for all of five seconds, but apart from that I couldn’t comprehend any interesting ways their characters could bounce off each other. There was no chemistry as far as I could see.

Enter Wig, sliding into my DMs one day, sending me cute art. Then, after softening me up with this initial strike, she casually goes, “have you heard about this scrapped early plot idea in the novel where Zok initiates another trial by stone after Ung won the first one, and uses the reflection in his sword to break the rock leading to Ung being exiled too?”

And then, when I was weak, finished me off with "AU WHERE THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS AND THEY HAVE TO BEGRUDGINGLY WORK TOGETHER TO GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE."

One dramatic reimaging of the movie, several instances of character development, and the dramatic culmination of all discussed -later, and I’m sobbing my entire shipping heart out.

And that’s how I got tricked into shipping Sil/Ung.

c. So/Li

This one I’ll accept partial responsibility for, since I was technically the one to go “hey wait-” over it, but I would have never stumbled on the realization if I’d never talked to Wig, so I’m still holding her accountable.

This all started when Wig reblogged this, and then we got talking about how this angle might affect Li’s relationship with So. Things escalate and then suddenly it hits me: A demanding, violent tyrant, and the ONE(1) asshole who is both not afraid to and routinely gets away with aggressively taking the piss outta him?? That is FANTASTIC. I’m only human for God’s sake how is one person supposed to be able to resist that kind of dynamic-??

And that’s how I- ah shit. I didn’t technically get tricked into this one, I played myself. My pattern is all thrown off.

28. If skekEkt wanted to design something especially for you, what would you ask him to make (formal wear, armor, an accessory etc.)?

Hooooo boy, okay, here’s the thing: I never know how to respond to people wanting to like... GIVE me things. Or DO things for me. And I don’t imagine I’d feel any less awkward when the person wanting to do things for me is a friggin’ skeksis, who aren’t known for their generosity. It’d make me feel like an exception and I don’t know if I could cope with that.

More to the point, I’m literally a cartoon character. Y’wanna know what my daily outfits usually consist of? I take t-shirts, sweatshirts, and sweatpants (or jeans if I’m going out) that are two or three sizes too big, and then I layer. I call it “I’ve rolled out of a dumpster please leave me to my business” -chic.

None of which meshes with Ekt’s brand of style at all. Nor does Ekt strike me as the type who’d tolerate his creative vision to being restricted in any form, if you catch my drift.

So not only am I awkward and uncomfortable with people doing things for me, but he’d be doing something for me where I wouldn’t know what to do with the finished product.

Just kill me it’d be so much easier.

#dark crystal #muttering about thra #thewiglesswonder

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thehomeforthehopelessromantics · 6 years ago

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It’s Always Been Me and You: Part 2

Monday...

(C/N) POV

He saw you in the halls at school. You were at your locker, grabbing your stuff for your lit class. You had your hair up in a ponytail and were wearing a red, white and black striped sweater with a pair of overalls on top.

Cautiously, he approached you. He had no idea how you would respond to him and the anxiety of it was enough to shake him to the core.

“H-Hey.”

You continued grabbing and putting stuff away like you hadn’t even heard him.

“Love?”

You slammed your locker shut, grabbed your bag and left without saying a word or even sparing him a glance. He watched your figure as you got further and further from him, coming to a terrible realization.

You were giving him the silent treatment.

***

Thursday...

(C/N) POV

“You have reached the voicemail of...” Groaning, he ended the call and slammed the phone down on his bed next to him. This was his 10th time calling you today and every time you sent him to voicemail.

Refusing to give up, he opened up messages and shot you a text.

‘Love, I know you’re still mad at me, but it’s almost Friday. Are we still gonna be together this weekend?’

‘Please answer me..’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘I miss you.’

***

Saturday...

(C/N) POV

(C/N) lied in bed all day, staring at a picture of the two of you on his phone. It was a picture of the two of you on his 18th birthday a few months ago. You had smeared frosting onto his cheek and were licking it off of him. It was by far the funniest picture the two of you had together, but right now it was just making him sad since he didn’t know if he would have that with you again. Tears welled up in his eyes the longer he stared and before long he found himself full on sobbing.

His mother came into his room, sensing that something was very wrong. She knew that you didn’t come over last weekend and that he was still at home this weekend.

Upon entering she found her beloved baby boy, face down in a pile of pillows, clutching them desperately as the sobs overtook his body.

Without a second thought, she came and brought him to her chest, rocking him slightly, while his hands cling to the fabric of her dress. Hot tears stained the front of her dress, but she couldn’t‘ve even cared less at that moment. Her son was hurting and needed her.

“I... I screwed up so... so bad, mom.” He mumbled between sobs. He wanted to stop crying, he wanted to pull himself together but he just couldn’t. His best friend in the whole world wouldn’t speak to him and it was beginning to feel like he was dying without you.

***

Sunday...

He tried calling you 20 times. He never got a response.

***

Monday...

You wouldn’t even let him get close to you at school.

***

Saturday...

(C/N) POV

You two had fought before. Yelled nasty thing at each other for hours. You’d both been vicious and cruel and yet still managed to work it out. This time it seemed like working it out was out of the picture. For two straight weeks, (C/N) had tried to talk to you. Call, text, at school-- nothing. You wouldn’t even look at him anymore.

Today, he decided that enough was enough and that you were gonna talk to him whether you liked it or not. He couldn’t keep going like this. You were his best friend and right now it was feeling like he lost you and it was killing him. He tried being around Lilith a bit more, hoping that it would help, but ultimately it made him feel worse.

And it wasn’t because Lilith wasn’t fun or interesting-- she was. She was that and so much more. She was a gymnast and student body president at her school. She volunteered at an animal shelter and was kind and sure of herself.

She was all that (C/N) could’ve asked for in a girl and yet the only thing (C/N) could think was that she wasn’t you.

He needed to fix things with you as soon as humanly possible.

Working up the nerve, he finally got out of his car that he’d been sitting in for 15 minutes now. He walked up to your door and knocked.

As the door opened the apology started falling off his lips, “(Y/N), I’m so sorry for-” He quickly realized it wasn’t you at the door, but your older brother, Ace.

“Hey, don’t stop on my account. I’m sure (Y/N) can hear you from wherever she is right about now.”

“Ace?”

“Surprised?” he said, breaking out into a boyish grin. “Her birthday is coming up and I have a break from classes so I figured I’d come to surprise her. She has no clue I’m here yet. Did you really think I was gonna miss it?”

“N-No, I just wasn’t expecting you to open the door.” (C/N)’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment. “Where is she?” “She went somewhere with our parents. They made sure she was out of the house so I could come.” Ace said calmly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Now why exactly are you showing up at the front door, apologizing profusely? You and the little monster get into a fight?”

(C/N) nodded his head slowly, looking down at his feet. “I messed up really bad, Ace. I have no idea how I’m gonna fix it.”

Ace paused for a moment before gesturing for (C/N) to come in. “I’ll tell mom and dad to keep her out longer.”

They sat down in the dining room and (C/N) began to explain exactly what had happened between them. By the time he was done explaining, Ace had clenched his jaw.

“She has every right to be pissed at you,” Ace scowled. “That was a real a-hole thing to say.” “I know it was. I just..” (C/N) sighed and ran his hand over his face. “It was in the heat of the moment, I didn’t mean it. Now, I can’t even get her to be around me long enough to tell her I’m sorry.”

“Do you know why you still want to be friends with her?” Ace asked, knowing that he should be flipping the table and kicking (C/N) out because he hurt your feelings in a way that no one else could. But he didn’t, mainly because you weren’t the only one he watched grow up. It was you and (C/N), and Ace saw how happy being (C/N)’s friend made you. He also knew that the boy sitting next to him was deliriously in love with his best friend and that she was just as crazy about him.

“Of course I do,” he said exasperatedly, letting his fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the friendship ring you’d given him two years ago. “She’s honest and loyal and one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. She doesn’t ever judge me and she always has my back.” A small smile appeared on his face as he spoke. “She’s the only person I can stay up all night talking to and still miss her the second we stop. I’ve never met someone that I just clicked with like that. I can’t remember what my life was like before her and I don’t wanna know what it’d be like without her by my side anymore. She’s my person.”

5 years worth of memories flooded through (C/N)’s head, but he kept coming back to one specific night about a year ago.

The two of you were at his house and it was around 2 in the morning. You were cuddled on his bed-- him lying on the headboard and you on his chest, watching Shrek 2 with two empty tubs of ice cream next to you. Your eyes were trained on the movie, which made sense seeing as it was one of your favorites. His eyes on the other hand just wouldn’t leave you. His hands kept trailing up and down your arm, drawing light patterns on your skin with his fingertips. He could’ve stayed right there in that moment forever and he was sure he would’ve if you hadn’t jumped up and started singing along with the fairy godmother’s rendition of “I Need A Hero.” He watched you dance around his room in one of his shirts and he felt totally at peace. He loved when you wore his clothes. They were always far too big on you, but you didn’t care-- claiming you like the fact that it smelled like him— it made you feel safe and at home. You plopped down on the bed next to him when the song finished. With a huge, breathless smile on your face, you brought yourself up between his knees, your arms draped around his neck.

In the most adorable voice he’s ever heard in his life you whispered, “Be my hero?”

That was by far his favorite memory of you. It was also the first time he’d wished that he had the guts to kiss you.

“What do I do, Ace?”

“I honestly don’t know this time, kiddo,” Ace admitted. He usually knew what to do to help mend things between you two, but not this time. This wasn’t a ‘he ate my ice cream’ or a ‘she keeps stealing my clothes’ situation. This was about what he said, about this girl he’s been seeing and the unspoken feelings between you two.

“Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

“I think she needs you almost as much as you need her.”

***

On (Y/N)’s birthday...

(Y/N) POV

Your fingers hovered over the send button for a least five minutes before you just closed your phone entirely. You’d retyped the message a thousand times now.

‘Can we talk?’

‘Do you wanna come over?’

‘I miss you.’

‘I wish you were here.’

This was infuriating. You were still mad at him but today was your birthday and every other important person in your life was downstairs while (C/N) wasn’t.

You hadn’t heard from him all day and you honestly were missing him terribly over these past few weeks. You wanted him to at least be here, even if the two of you didn’t speak.

Deciding that you’d spent enough time pondering about if he was gonna show up tonight or if you should just call him, you stood and looked yourself over in the mirror.

You had on a quarter sleeve cold shoulder black mesh top, that was opaque over the breast but sheer everywhere else. Paired with a skater skirt and a pair of knee-high boots, you looked stunning and ready to take on the world. Turning on your heel, you opened your door and waltzed downstairs to see your family waiting for you.

You were gonna be okay regardless of whether or not (C/N) showed up.... Right?

***

You were sitting on the couch, under Ace’s arm, listening to your Aunt Delilah tell a story about the time she accidentally performed at a concert she wasn’t supposed to be at in the first place. You were okay. Sitting with your family, talking, laughing and eating. It was fun, but you couldn’t shake that feeling that had been gnawing at you all night.

(C/N) should be here. He’s family too.

As Aunt Delilah finished her story, her husband, Ricky, piped up. “Hey, sport, where’s your other half? Usually, we can’t get you two to stop talking long enough for Delilah to get through a story.” Everyone laughed as you tried to give a smile that probably looked more like a grimace.

“Umm, I think he’s-” you started but were quickly cut off by the sound of the doorbell. Furrowing your eyebrows you looked around. “Are any of you expecting anyone else?”

Murmurs of no went through your family as you stood up, going to answer the door. You left the living room and went through the dining hall and the kitchen in order to get to the door. Upon opening it your jaw just about hit the floor.

Standing in front of you was (C/N) in a black hoodie and jeans holding a huge bouquet of carnations— your favorite flowers.

“Happy Birthday, Love,” he said nervously. “I-I know you’re still mad at me and I shouldn’t have shown up here today, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to see you.” He handed you the flowers. You looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow. “You still won’t speak to me, huh? Jesus, I made a real mess out of things, didn’t I?”

He dropped his head to stare at his feet as he blinked back an oncoming wave of tears and shoved his hands in his pockets, shuffling anxiously, mentally preparing himself for you to tell him to go away or to throw the flowers back at him or to slam the door. His chest hurt just thinking about the endless ways you could get rid of him.

“Thank you,” you said and his head snapped up to you. “I didn’t think you were gonna show up.”

“And miss your birthday?” He asked incredulously. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” He bit down on his lips as he looked at you. He could’ve cried he was so happy. You were speaking to him again.

Shifting your weight from one foot to the other you asked, “How are things with Lilith?” You kept a calm face but internally you were praying he said awful. You didn’t know if you could handle it if things were going well with her.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. Of all the things he thought you would say, he didn’t predict that one. A nervous chuckle left his lips. “Nonexistent as of recently.”

“Really? What happened?” You asked curiously, a small part of your foolishly hoping that it had something to do with you.

“She just... she wasn’t what I really wanted.” His eyes met yours as he spoke and a shiver went down your spine. You nodded your head slowly. “Can I... can we talk? Please? I really need to fix this.”

You shook your head and stepped back gesturing for him to come in. The two of you walked silently into the kitchen where you took a seat on a countertop and he leaned against the wall across from you, gnawing on his bottom lip. He’d prepared his apology at least a hundred times on the way here and now, with you in front of him, he couldn’t say one word.

“So, are we gonna talk or do you want a picture?” You said with an icy edge to your voice, breaking the silence. The tension in the room was driving you mad. The corners of his lips turned up ruefully.

“(Y/N).. I am so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean a word of it-”

“Why did you say it then?” You had intended to let him finish what he was saying but the question had been plaguing you for weeks now and if you didn’t get an answer you were gonna scream.

“I...” his voice trailed off. “I don’t know. I know that’s not a good enough answer but it’s the truth. I don’t know why I said that or where that came from. You’re my best friend and I love you. These past few weeks without you have been the worst weeks of my life.” He pushed off the wall and came and stood a bit closer.

Not close enough.

“So, what? You say sorry and I’m supposed to pretend that you didn’t basically tell me that you don’t want to be friends with me anymore?” You furrowed your brows in frustration. You wanted to forgive him, you missed him like crazy, but he still hurt your feelings really badly and you didn’t want it to feel like what he said to you was okay.

“I don’t expect that at all,” he said honestly. “I honestly was expecting for you to raise hell when I showed up here in the first place. It’s totally fine if you’re still mad at me-- I’m still mad at me, just don’t shut me out anymore, please. I can’t take it. The silent treatment is killing me and I miss my best friend.” He stuck his bottom lip out in an adorable pout that he only brought out when he wanted something from you. It was totally unfair and he knew it but he was desperate.

You let your shoulders drop as you let out a long sigh. You were trying to stay mad, but when he did the pouting thing and sounded so miserable, you felt your resolve slipping fast.

“Do you really think I’m clingy?” You asked in a small voice as you looked down in your lap.

“No.” He came and stood in front of you. He wanted to pull you to him and kiss you until both your lips were sore, but he settled for just being close to you. In those few weeks without you, he almost forgot how much self-restraint he had to practice around you— and how intoxicating your presence was. “You are in no way, shape or form clingy. If anything I’m the clingy one. If you aren’t there I don’t even know what to do with myself,” he laughed lightly and you let out a snicker as you rolled your eyes shoving him lightly.

He quickly caught your hand in his own and held it against his chest as he moved to stand between your knees. Leaning forward he placed his forehead on yours and your breath caught in your chest.

He was so close.

You were grateful that you were already sitting or else you were sure your knees would’ve given in already. His scent engulfed you, making you feel safe and at home like it always did.

“I’m lost without you, love,” he whispered as he bumped his nose against yours. “I’m not prepared to lose you, (Y/N.) I can’t. I won’t survive it.”

You knew you should say something back. You should tell him that you forgave him or to back away or question him again, but you couldn’t even breath properly with him this close to you, let alone speak.

Jesus.

You thought that your heart was gonna leap out of your chest if he got any closer.

He knew he should back up, that he was going just a bit too far— getting a bit too close.

He knew that he was doing things that friends shouldn’t do with other friends. But you were sitting in front of him for the first time in forever and you were looking at him with those eyes that had always been a weakness for him. He’d do just about anything you wanted and all you had to do was look at him.

As he stood there he noticed how shallow your breaths were becoming.

Could it be possible you wanted him too?

Swallowing hard he opened his mouth and began to whisper, “(Y/N), I’m about to ask you something and I want you to know it’s perfectly fine if you say no, alright?” His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips that were coated in chap-stick since you didn’t feel like putting on lipstick. They looked so soft and inviting— all he wanted was to find out what they felt like when pressed against his.

You nodded your head slightly and he took a deep breath. “Can I k-”

“Who was at the- oh,” Ace said as he entered the kitchen, mouth falling open at the sight of his baby sister on the counter with her best friend hovering too close to be considered friendly. (C/N) pulled away from you like you were on fire— a small part of him was scared your brother was gonna beat him for being that close to you. Your cheeks turned scarlet as you stared down at the floor, baffled.

Was he about to ask if he could kiss you?

“I was wondering when you were gonna show up,” Ace smiled at (C/N) and threw an arm over him. “So you two made up?”

(C/N)’s eyes immediately went to you, silently begging you to tell him that things were okay between you. You nodded, maintaining eye contact with (C/N) who broke into the widest grin you’d ever seen on him.

“Great!” Ace exclaimed. “That means I don’t have to actually be her big brother and kick you out. Being her brother is exhausting, y’know.”

“It couldn’t be half as much work as being your little sister,” you joked, sticking your tongue out at Ace.

“On the contrary, little monster, you continually prove yourself to be quite the handful. Especially around loverboy here.” Ace squeezed (C/N) shoulder in a playful manner, but (C/N)’s stomach lurched as he looked at you, almost scared of your response.

You saw exactly what your brother was doing. He knew you had feelings for (C/N) and he was trying to call you out. Refusing to give him the satisfaction, you simply said “If anyone’s the handful, it’s you. The number of times I’ve had to lie for you. God. I should get an academy award for my performances.”

A strange sense of relief and disappointment spread in the pit of (C/N)’s stomach. You hadn’t said anything basically outright telling him that you didn’t want him, but that was because you didn’t address that part of the sentence at all. A second ago, he was pretty sure you were gonna let him kiss you because you wanted him too, but now he had no idea.

“Yeah, yeah.” Ace rolled his eyes. “Be sure to give me a shout out when you win your first award since I was the one who gave you your first gig. Let’s go, Uncle Ricky is waiting.”

“Why?”

“You know him, he’s as nosy as it gets. He wants to know,” a sneaky grin spread across your brothers face as he looked between you and (C/N), “what was taking you so long.”

Your heart immediately dropped to your feet as you realized the compromising position your brother had caught you two in. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me, little monster.” Ace smirked at you before blowing you a kiss and starting to run away. You were quick on your feet and chasing him almost immediately.

Heels be damned.

“Ace! Get back here!”

Ace ran all the way to where your family was sitting in the living room, opening his big mouth he said breathlessly with a huge grin on his face, “Hey Uncle Ricky, you won’t believe what I-” You didn’t even want to know how he was gonna finish his sentence and you weren’t gonna find out. You literally jumped on him, causing you both to topple to the floor as a chorus of laughter erupted throughout the room.

Popping up, onto your feet and adjusting your skirt so you weren’t flashing anyone (by anyone you meant (C/N)) you gave everyone a bright smile and said: “Guess who finally showed up.”

Everyone followed your line of sight to see (C/N) standing in the doorway, staring back at you adoringly. You were the only person he knew that could tackle your older brother to the floor and get up like nothing happened.

“C/N! Hey, come on in, have a seat,” your mom said and (C/N) happily obliged.

You watched for a minute, loving how well he fit in with your family before he turned to you and patted the empty seat next to him, mouthing a quick “I miss you,” that made your heart flutter before going to sit next to him. Automatically, he had you under his arm, pulling you to his chest and you had to fight the smile that was trying to make its way onto your face.

***

“Are you gonna stay the night?” You asked while absentmindedly tracing shapes on (C/N)’s abdomen. Your family had left a little while ago, your parents going upstairs as well as Ace, the rest of your family going back home. It was around 11 now and you and (C/N) were still sitting on the couch cuddled together.

You had your head in his lap and his fingers gently traced the frame of your face, moving into your hair to play with it.

“I didn’t pack an overnight bag,” he said with a small pout, almost upset with himself. “I didn’t think that this night would go as well as it did. Thought you would’ve slammed the door in my face.”

“You thought I was that mad?”

He scoffed as he tugged at your hair slightly to make you look at him, “You gave me the silent treatment for two straight weeks. You wouldn’t talk to me, look at me or even be around me. Yeah, I thought you were that mad.” Rolling his eyes, he let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Well if it makes you feel better, I was hoping all day that you would show up. I didn’t care if we didn’t speak at all, I just wanted you here. Felt wrong having every other important person in my life here and not having you here.”

“Really?” He asked, looking down at you with uncertainty. “I thought you didn’t care. Was scared that you were done with me entirely.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You hit his stomach lightly. “I don’t care how mad I get, at the end of the day you’re family. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you.”

He smiled down at you softly, your words making him practically melt. After two long weeks, you were here, lying in his lap, staring up at him with those gorgeous eyes and he couldn’t have been happier.

“Alright, alright,” you waved a hand dismissively through the air. “Enough sentimental stuff, you know I love you already. I wanna know what happened with Lilith.”

Knowing that they didn’t work made you happy in a way you shouldn’t be but you were also curious as to why.

“Oh uh..” using his free hand he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Nothing really. We started spending some time together and she’s amazing, but she’s just not what I need, y’know?”

His heart was pounding in his chest. This felt too much like him telling you that he wanted you and it was scaring the life out of him.

“What is it that you need?” You asked, staring up at him with innocent questioning eyes.

You. You. You.

“Just... something else. Someone else,” he muttered under his breath, almost hoping that you didn’t hear him. He wanted to tell you exactly how he was feeling. He thought about how easy it would be for him to just blurt it out, but he didn’t know if you felt the same. He would rather keep you in his life as a friend than lose you trying to push for more.

And yet, as much as he tried to sit there and convince himself that this was enough— that just being your best friend was enough, everything in him was telling him it wasn’t. It never would be.

He wanted to be your best friend, your boyfriend, your lover, your confidant, your other half. He wanted to be able to kiss you and call you his. He wanted you— all of you.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“If I asked to kiss you what would say?”

You could’ve choked on your own spit as your eyes snapped to his before you got a hold of yourself and gave him a playful smirk, thinking this was just another one of your normal teasing moments. “Awww, honey. If you wanted me all you had to do was say so,” you said singsongily as you sat up so you could look at him directly.

“So that’s it? All I have to do is say so and you’re mine?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“Just say the word and I’m yours,” you mumbled in agreement, beginning to feel like this was more than your normal teasing. His eyes were trained on your lips, staring at them like you would stare at a piece of art. “(C/N).” you said lowly.

“Yes?” He whispered, still staring at you as his eyes glazed over. One of his hand reached up to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

Hesitantly, you leaned in until you were a breath away from him. One small move and his lips would be against yours. “Tell me what you want.”

Titling his head he leaned in and let his lips brush over yours. “You.”

Your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t even hear it anymore. “What are you waiting for?” you mumbled against his lips and that was all he needed to hear.

He smashed his lips to yours fervently and his hand cupped the back of your neck keeping you pressed against him, while his other hand tighten around your waist. You kissed back just as desperately, grabbing him by the front of his hoodie to draw him closer, not liking the space between the two of you, no matter how small.

You pulled back for a second to say something, but completely forgot whatever it was you were gonna say a second later as he reattached his lips to yours. Without even thinking, he grabbed your leg and placed it on the other side of him so you were straddling him. He knew he should probably slow down but he didn’t know how. Not when you tasted this good and felt so right pressed against him like this.

His hands didn’t seem to know how to stay still, moving from your face to your neck to your waist and hips to your bare thighs as your skirt continued to ride up. Absentmindedly you grinded down into him, eliciting a surprised groan of pleasure from him. His lips left yours for a moment to pull his hoodie off, the fabric was keeping him from feeling you the way he wanted and it was driving him mad.

Gripping your hips and pulling you close, he pressed open mouth kisses to your neck. He stopped for a moment to bite down, causing a moan to come from the back of your throat and you felt him smile and laugh a little against you.

“What’s so funny?” You asked while trying to catch your breath. He pulled back to look at you, pressing a firm kiss against your lips.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan,” he said with pride laced in his voice. He loved the sound and had every intention of pulling it out of you as many times as he could. You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head.

Before you realized it, he had your chin gripped tightly in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna have to give you a reason to roll your eyes.”

The threat sent a shiver down your spine as he leaned in and bit down hard on your bottom lip, making you wince.

After licking it to ease the pain, he looked at you again, a sharp challenging look in his eyes. “Understood?”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded your head. If you weren’t turned on before you definitely were now.

Smirking at you, he mumbled, “Good.” And then you were lost in his kiss again, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, making you let out a broken moan.

You don’t know how long you sat there locking lips, but things were getting heated quickly between you grinding into him, his hands moving further and further up your thighs, gripping them so tight that you were sure you were gonna have bruises in the morning and the moans you both were letting out. The sexual tension alone was enough to drive you to keep going, but eventually, you needed to breathe, much to both of your dismay.

Pulling back, you both tried to catch your breath. His grip on you didn’t loosen at all, he was scared you’d move away if it did. Simultaneously you realized that this wasn’t just some guy who you kissed and were now on top of— this was (C/N.) Your best friend.

A part of you was scared that it was just a heat of the moment thing rather than anything more. God, you prayed it was more.

“Well, that was...” you started dazedly.

“Yeah,” he finished for you, still out of breath, a small smile making it way onto his face.

“So um,” you cleared your throat, sitting up a little straighter while taking a deep breath, pushing a few stray hairs behind your ears. “What was that?”

“I think that was called a kiss, love. I’m sure you’ve done it before,” he teased, tugging you closer by your hips. You weren’t sure how much closer the two of you could get, but this didn’t stop him from trying.

“Yes, I’ve done it before,” you rolled your eyes, “I-”

“What did I say about rolling your eyes?” He asked sternly as he squeezed your hips to get your attention as if he didn’t already have it. You lost your train of thought as the idea of rolling your eyes again just to see what he would do crossed your mind.

“Uh, as I was saying,” you made a conscious effort not to roll your eyes like you wanted to. “Friends don’t kiss friends and we’re supposed to be,” you voice wavered off as he started tracing small circles on your sides, “just friends.”

Moving closer, he pressed light kisses on your neck. “We.” Kiss. “Aren’t.” Kiss. “Just.” Kiss. “Friends.” He bit you and you let out a small groan. His head moved up so he was looking you directly in the eye.

“(C/N), what are you trying to sa-”

“I’m saying that I love you,” he said with surety in his tone. He didn’t know if you felt the same way he did before, but after a kiss like that, he was sure. There was no way you could kiss him like that and not feel anything.

You couldn’t believe your ears and you look at him with disbelief. “Babe, this isn’t a good time for you to be joking around.” The pet name slipped off your lips before you could stop it and he smiled.

“And who says I’m joking around, love?”

You bit down on your bottom lip, still not sure if you should believe him. It sounded too good to be true.

“Do you remember that night that we sat up in my room watching Shrek 2 and you started singing I Need a Hero?” he asked randomly and your scrunched up your face.

“Of course, but what does that have to do with anything?” “That was the night I realized just how hopelessly in love with you I am.” Taking your hands in his, praying silently that you believed him. “For as long as I can remember, you’ve always been there. I don’t remember what my life was like before you came into it. Every girl I’ve ever tried to be with always turned me down because they all said that they thought that I was in love with you. At first, I thought they were crazy,” he let out a quick laugh as he looked down at your hands. “Until I realized that I was comparing every girl to you. None of them even came close to you, baby.”

“(C/N)-” “Wait, just... let me finish this. I might chicken out if I don’t get all this out right now,” he said, cracking a smile. You nodded understandingly and he continued. “The reason that I didn’t want you there when Lilith came over was that I knew if you were there, I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else.” He let out a shaky breath, the first visibly nervous action you’ve seen out of him since he kissed you. “I tried getting over you. I tried to put all those feelings into Lilith, but the more time I spent with her these past few weeks, the more I thought of you. I even kissed her, and it was a good kiss,” you raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking why he was telling you about his kiss with another girl. Laughing a little, he kissed your knuckles.

“But no matter how good a kiss it was, I still pictured myself kissing you. No matter how much I tried, she was never gonna be you.” Placing your hands on his chest, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending it’s you,” he whispered like a confession. “I don’t want anyone else and I don’t want to pretend I do.” You scrambled mentally for something to say and after a few beats you said with a loving smile on your lips, “You win.” “I win?” You could’ve laughed at the puzzled look on his face. “I tell you I love you and you tell me I won?” He let out a nervous laugh. “Am I missing something?”

“You don’t remember our deal? You take a risk that I deem worthy and I’ll do any one thing for you. You told me you loved me-- huge risk. So you win. All you have to do now is claim your reward,” you said suggestively. He stared at you blankly for a moment before realizing what you were saying.

You slung your arms over his neck as he grinned mischievously. “So I get to have anything? Anything I want? Including you?”

“I said anything, didn’t I?” you said sweetly as you gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. He tried to kiss you again, but you stopped him. Before he could protest and plant another kiss on your lips you said, “I love you too.”

That effectively froze him in place. This whole day had to be a dream. Not only did he get his best friend back, but she loved him back too? If he died now he would die a happy man. “I’ve known it for a while now, I just didn’t think that you feeling the same way was possible.” You rested your forehead against his and whispered, “You can have me anytime you get ready, all you have to do is ask.”

“Be mine?” He whispered back, his lips ghosting over yours.

“I’ve been yours for a long time, babe. It’s always been me and you.”

This time you leaned in to connect your lips together, knowing that there was nothing else either of you could’ve said to each other.

***

One year later...

“Where’s the birthday girl?” (C/N) shouted as he came bathing into your dorm room with a bouquet of flowers and balloons and a gift bag.

Excitedly, you hopped off your bed and ran directly into his arms.

“There you are,” he mused as he hugged you back tightly. It’d been a while since you’d seen him face to face since you’d been holed up in your room studying for your Lit exam that was coming up. “Happy birthday, my love.”

Pulling back slightly, you pushed up on your tippy toes and pressed a firm kiss to his lips before mumbling against them, “Happy anniversary.”

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anichellesims · 8 years ago

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TODDLER CC I USE

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CITY LIVING TODDLER HAIR

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5 CONVERTED TODDLER HAIRS

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kenyedoesfiction · 8 years ago

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A Defiant Daughter, Pt. 1

So, some fic to go with my Kenyedian Rebellion idea. Takes place in the early 1940s in their world.

A young blonde, teenage girl was sitting in the library of the private all girls’ school she went to with her friends. They were all visiting and killing time during their lunch break period.

These weren’t just any girls and this wasn’t just any school though. This was the most prestigious private girls’ school in all of the country. These girls were all daughters of generals and government officials. This particular girl, the blonde we’re focusing on, is the daughter of the president of The Republic of Kenyedia. Her name was Freja Wiedel.

Her father, the president of Kenyedia, headed a far-right fascist party (The National Movement of Kenyedia, usually abbreviated as NMK) that, as time went on, became more open about racial supremacist ideals and was open in oppressing and taking rights away from those they deemed “beneath” them. Despite being of a race that explored and colonized the region, the NMK were even very disrespectful to the native Kenyedians. If anything, the natives probably got the worst treatment of all the other races in the nation. Anymore, the only time a native being killed made it to the news, it was if the story could somehow be made to make them look bad and that the killing was a good thing.

Freja was a very quite girl. Most took this as her being polite and well behaved, but the truth was that she held a lot inside because she was afraid.

A couple of the girls were flipping through a magazine that was on the rack in the library. It was a political magazine (pro- NMK, of course) and the cover story was a look at the leader of the resistance movement and party, otherwise known as the Peoples Party of Kenyedia (PPK), Xavier Bashar Alzanjo.

“Ugh, he’s so ugly!”

“Of course he is! He’s a fullblood Yuko (derogatory term for Kenyedian natives).”

“But he’s ugly even for them! All tall and gangly, stupid haircut, piercing his ear, wearing his shirts all open and sleazy-like, wearing pants much to tight for him.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s one of those who feels the need to show off his junk. Gross. No modest at all.”

The other girls took turns scrutinizing the man’s looks. Freja just sat quietly.

“Doesn��t he look positively gross, Freja?”

“One should be more concerned with his actions, not his appearance.” The girl said quietly.

“True, but his actions are also gross. He’s a Yuko who thinks all races are equal! That all people are equal! He thinks more than just normal heterosexual monogamous couples should be able to be together, wed, and even be parents!”

“Father says all Yuko men are the same! Rapists, pedophiles, psychopaths, drunks, woman-beaters—you name it!”

“And they love to seduce Telaran women and take advantage of us! We’re so lucky our fathers raised us better than to fall for scum like those Yuko men. Right, Freja?” A girl every saw as Freja’s best friend turned to her.

“Oh, yes, I suppose.”

“Say, Freja, how are you and Dieter? Hehe.” One of the girls asked, giggling.

Freja took a deep sigh. Dieter was the son of one of the head generals of the army and her father absolutely loved the idea of her and the young man being together. His exact words once were “It would be so lovely if you and Dieter got together and made many beautiful Telaran babies to help preserve our magnificent race! He’s such a strong and handsome young man and you’re an endlessly beautiful young woman! Perfect Telaran specimens!”

In truth, Freja thought Dieter was annoying and not really much to look at. “He’s a pasty white plastic doll with as much personality as a stale cracker that someone scraped all of the salt off of.” She once moaned to her beloved pet cat.

“We are… people?” Freja wasn’t sure what to say. She really didn’t care a lick about the boy her father constantly pushed on her.

“You two are gonna marry, for sure!” Freja’s friend nudged and winked at her.

After school, her friends and her had originally planned to go out to the café together, but she feigned a queasy stomach and said she’s just walk to her father’s office in the capital plaza instead. They bought and let her go.

She took the long way to see her father though.

There just happened to be a PPK rally going on that afternoon and it just happened to be on the route of “the long way” to see her father. She snuck through a few alleyways and found herself a spot right by the little stage that had been set up. A man and a woman, both with black hair tied up in ponytails, were talking to the audience. The man was of Xian origin and the woman seemed to be mixed race. As they spoke, Freja heard things that were so different than everything she’d ever known—and they made much more sense.

Once the man an woman were done, the audience clapped enthusiastically. Then, a tall, dark, and striking man took the stage. The audience grew even more excited. As Freja studied him she realized it was the leader of the PPK, Mr. Alzanjo. She could feel her heart-beat increase and her body temperature—but why? Why was her body going into such a rush seeing him in person?

He opened his mouth and spoke in voice that seemed to melt her and put her at ease. His tone, his accent, and the words he spoke were some of the most profound she’d ever heard. All the years of feeling like she HAD to follow her father’s wishes and beliefs were fading away. She felt like someone finally made sense in all this political chaos.

“Hey.” A hand touched her shoulder.

“I’m sorry! I was only passing through!” Freja shrieked softly.

“It’s okay! It’s a free rally! I was just wondering why you were hiding back here.” A tall, older man was standing behind her. He seemed rough and perhaps a bit grumpy to look at, but something about him seemed kind and friendly at the same time. He had wild dark salt and pepper colored hair and a rather muscular frame.

“I just… didn’t want to be seen by anyone who knows me.” She moaned softly.

“Why’s that?” The woman who was previously on stage now appeared next to them.

“Er, I just—“

“Wait, you seem familiar.” The Xian man was now there as well.

“I, um, you see—“

“I know! I see girls that look like you on NMK posters all the time!”

“Ugh, yes, I’m used a model for those posters all the time.” Freja rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Why is that? Why would you model for them?”

“Because she is the president’s daughter.” A woman with dark skin, appearing to be of Rhetakani blood.

“What?” The other three all gasped in unison.

“… Yes. My father is the president. But please! I’m not here to spy or be rude! I just wanted to see your leader speak! I enjoyed it!”

“So… you don’t agree with the NMK?” The mixed woman raised an eyebrow.

“Of course not! Just because my father is some hateful bigot, doesn’t mean I have to be!” The teen girl stomped her foot.

“That is beautiful news to hear!” The leader of the PPK stood behind all of them.

Freja’s pale face suddenly was bright red like a ripe tomato and her blue eyes became as bright as the blue sky on a clear day. She studied him closely and took his whole appearance and aura both in. He was tall and older like the man with the wild hair, but he wasn’t as tall or as old. He his hair was in a black mullet cut and he has a mustache under his hook shaped nose. His skin was olive in color and he wasn’t too hairy. Just like in the photos she’d seen of him, he wore and open shirt that expose his bare chest and his pants were very tight—she really couldn’t ignore this especially.

The Rhatakani woman waved her hand in front of Freja’s face but got no reaction. The mixed woman giggled and whispered to the Xian man, who then chuckled in response.

“ My name is Xavier Bashar Alzanjo and I would be more than happy to discuss politics with you over a drink, if that’s not too forward of me to ask!” The mustached man grinned down at the blushing teen.

“I, well, my father isn’t expecting me home for a while… sure! And my name is Freja Wiedel Oh, but what sort of drink? I’m not old enough to drink alcohol.”

“No worries! We can go to this one little tavern I frequent and have some soda pops! And whatever else you want.”

“I, I, think I’d enjoy that! And I much want to be exposed to something other than my father’s ignorant drivel.”

A bit later at the tavern…

“You see, many native tribes had a system of communal living that was great. There was equality, everyone was taken care of, and no one was hateful of one another. I decided it would be nice to mesh that idea with modern socialism and communism and I know that this would be the best for all the people. We need to get away from his nationalistic, racist, hateful way of life.” Xavier was letting his mind open up to the young girl.

“I think I’m going to cry!” Freja sighed.

“What’s wrong?” The older man seemed concerned.

“It’s just nice to finally hear a man go on and on about things that are actually logical and beautiful, and not just spewing hateful trash. You should hear the things my father say about you and your race! Let alone your party.”

A few years ago~

“I can’t believe it! THIS is what the rebels are putting up against me? A degenerate predator?” President Wiedel slapped his hand down on that mornings newspaper. It had a mugshot of Xavier on it. He was arrested for allegedly sexually assaulting a young teen girl. There was barely any proof he did anything, but his race and political affiliation stamped his guilty either way.

“They consider THIS to be brilliant! Sure, he talks like he knows a lot, but it’s not that hard to see he’s nothing but sinful scum!”

Freja was doing her history homework at one end of her father’s office while he met with and ranted to his Chief of Staff. She was studying a chapter on when the Telarans came over to the Kenyedia way back in the days and “fought against the immoral and savage natives and brought civilization to the land”. She always secretly wished she had a time machine to go back and see how it really was. One time, in class, a girl dared to claim that it was the Telaran people who were actually the savages. She disappeared to the school and Freja never saw anything of her ever again. The staff claimed her family had to move away due to family trouble in another region of the country, but Freja, knowing the way her father’s people ran the country, figured she was silenced and sent away to be “reeducated”. This is why Freja was always so quiet. She worried she would accidentally speak against the ways of her father and have terrible things happen to her.

“He is truly a disgusting specimen. True textbook form of a savage Yuko man. He just managed to learn how to sound like an intelligent being.” Her father’s Chief of Staff shook his head.

“Everyone knows how many young girls he’s raped, yet they still laud him as a brilliant leader. Imagine that lanky oaf leading a country! It would be a dictatorship of degeneracy! No age of consent laws! And you know what else he supports? Same-sex relations! Transsexualism! Polygamy even as well! And of course, race mixing! Add that to his rampant support and practice of pedophilia, I wouldn’ be shocked if he at least supports rights for zoophiles and God only knows what else! And he’d force it on all of us!”

“Truly disgusting, sir!”

Freja was getting a headache. She wished her father would just talk about something nice for once instead of saying terrible things about others. This is what she grew up with every day of her life.

Back to the present time in the story~

“I’m not shocked your father feels that way. And, of course, I was in prison for raping a young girl.”

“You were accused and the justice system is biased against the far-left and native Kenyedians. They didn’t care if you actually did anything, so it’s no proof that you did.”

Xavier leaned forward closer to Freja and rested his big, boney hand on her knee.

“And what if I told you that I actually did sleep with her?”

“I’m… sure there’s an explanation.”

“Of course there is! She was thirteen, hormones racing, body well formed, and she wanted to do something wild and crazy. She flirted with me, even started rubbing herself on me, rubbing my junk even. Asked me if I wanted to take a chance and show a young girl a good time by fucking her. I gave in, because golly, a hot young thing inviting you to sleep with her is hard to resist, especially when she’s flat out asking you to sleep with her. She was so into the idea, I didn’t see how it could go wrong! Then, a few days later, I got the police breaking down my door and telling me I’m arrested for raping an underage girl. She went to her parents and started crying about how I took merciless advantage over her. Of course, when you have a pretty young Telaran girl and a ‘savage Yuko’ man, we all know who our society is going to side with.” The black haired man bit his lip. “Some would say it shouldn’t matter if she asked me or not. That I’m a bad person for saying yes and doing it. I say if two people are aware enough to understand what they’re doing, it’s fine. She knew what she was doing. In fact, maybe I’m just a fool for not realizing she was setting a trap, not really trying to have fun. Or… maybe the trap was fun for her.” He trailed off, visibly upset at what he saw as his own foolishness.

Freja became saddened that he was upset and started to speak, “I don’t think—“

“I need to use the bathroom.” Xavier’s boots smacked the floor as he rose up on his long legs and swiftly walked toward the men’s room.

“Ah, he got himself sad, didn’t he? Thinking too much about how he is with girls.” The Xian man, who she now knew as Zhi sighed.

“He feels that’s his great fault; his weakness for younger women. So many times in his life, it’s lead him to getting in trouble or getting hurt.”

“Hey now, I was young when he and I met and I didn’t turn out as bad news for him!” The mixed woman, Kati, butted in.

“Of course you’re not bad for him, Kati. But one good friend that works doesn’t make up for a bunch of hurtful flings. And I know the pain! As a man who loves the ladies, I get it.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Freja was still concerned for Xavier.

“Knowing him, yes he will be. Left to his own devices, this mood just eventually dissipates and he’ll be back to normal. But… if he had some help…” A smirk came over Kati’s face.

“Hmm?”

“She’s saying we both can see you got something for Xavi and maybe if you did all you could to comfort him, he’d feel better faster!” Zhi winked at the young girl.

Xavier finally came back from the bathroom. At the same time, Freja noticed the time and realized she had to be back to her father soon. Very little time to properly comfort a man.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t have to, but I have to go home. Here, I’ll come find you again soon!” She gently grabbed Xavier by his shirt collar and pulled him down into a long kiss on the lips. His mustache tickled her face a bit, but it was a great feeling.

“Once again, I’m sorry, but it was amazing meeting you and we need to get together again soon!” She finally pulled away and then started jogging out the door.

“Damn it, guys, I think I like my sworn enemy’s daughter.” Xavier smirked and sighed.

“Think?” Zhi leaned over and glanced at the huge bulge in his friend’s pants.

#the kenyedians

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