#but you also have to see the peace in her choice... like she literally begs you not to talk abt it too much bc she knows how hard it is

[avernusdamned]

not to be like "avernus is actually her bad ending" but... avernus is her bad ending...

even if she has wyll or even if she has the pc it still is not a good ending for her. she even tells you in the beginning when she learns that she's on a time clock she tells you that she would rather die than spend another second in the hells. if you bring her to the HoH she literally tells you repeatedly how much she hates being there and i can just imagine her skin crawling even though it's the first time she's been able to breathe and exist without feeling like every step is closer to her last.

she doesn't care!!! she does not care!!! if the choice is to die free and in her home then she is TAKING THAT CHOICE because it's her choice. it's hers and she will die in the comfort of knowing she helped save the world and she got to see the sun, the ocean, the stars, the moon, the city, one last time before she got to say goodbye.

convincing her to go back to avernus is her bad ending because she doesn't get to live for herself anymore. she doesn't want to. there's no reason to. she's living for wyll (or the pc) because she loves them. gods she loves them but this wasn't her choice. this isn't really karlach. THE FURY OF AVERNUS is exactly that. there are still moments of sunlight and joy that radiates from her but they get rarer by the day. at least she's alive. for you

[raisedbythetv89]

Just saw someone being judgmental towards Buffy and Buffy ALONE for victim blaming in the Beauty and the Beasts episode…..

GEE I WONDER WHY BUFFY WOULD CURRENTLY THINK EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS TO VICTIMS IS THEIR FAULT AND WAS THEIR RESPONSIBILITY TO PREVENT

Calling out only ONE character in btvs for this behavior, and the one who is victim blamed herself the most is not the call out you think it is…. Like have you been paying attention AT ALL up to this point??? Do you only see the victim blaming when it’s that blatantly obvious???

Btvs has a SYSTEMIC victim blaming problem that obviously stems directly from jw himself as xander is also the biggest perpetrator of blaming Buffy for every single terrible thing that happens to or even AROUND her followed by Joyce, Riley and Faith. Anya, Cordy, and Spike’s (in season 4) are used less frequently to blame Buffy as well with joss pretending they are just being blunt and honest but it’s just furthering the “everything is Buffy’s fault” narrative and that is NEVER countered by the narrative or any of the other characters!!!! Occasionally Willow will advocate for not attacking Buffy or assigning blame but even that is rooted in her fear of conflict and wanting to keep the peace more often than it being about believing Buffy isn’t at fault and just defending her.

It’s not until season 6 and joss is less involved that we finally get Spike telling Buffy “it isn’t her fault” with Katrina and Tara forgiving her for both loving and using Spike and girlie has an entire mental breakdown both times because being forgiven and accepted instead of blamed for mistakes literally DOES NOT COMPUTE and she BEGS to be punished and told she’s wrong because she doesn’t know how to accept anything else because of her treatment at the hands of her “friends”, family and romantic partners for the last five years

Even in fiction we need to practice not just looking at a person’s problematic behavior on an individual level but within the context of the systems they live in and the community they are surrounded by.

If you’re genuinely shocked and confused the parentified slayer who has heard “one girl in all the world” more times than she can count, was blamed by her mother for “not making better choices and having better judgment” when she was the victim of a manipulative and predatory older man and feels responsible for all the harm and deaths ANGELUS caused just because she had sex once AND for having to send Angel to hell and therefore feels responsible for nursing him back to health as well you haven’t been paying attention to the actual dynamics at play or what’s been going on up to that point AT ALL.

[elsfairy]

➝ 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓.

Sevika wasn't the one for music, or if she did then it would be calm, gentle tune of whatever. As much as she refuses to listen to music with you, she did enjoy being woken up by your soft choice of tune. It calmed her.

❝You're playing again?❞

For the longest time, you've not played. Not because it bored you, but because shit, you can't even handle half the songs you play because they are just so emotional. You always adored how happy she became whenever you would play, she was literally a child on Christmas.

❝mhm, will you come sit? i want you to play with me❞

Her nerves got worse whenever you asked her to come and play with you. She knew that you loved the piano, and the last thing she wanted to do was fuck up something you really enjoyed playing. You've not asked many people to sit, and play but you would do literally anything just for her to join you.

❝You want me to play? Heh, Sugar you know that's a bad idea❞

❝Vika, I'm not asking you to jump into a pit of spiders. I just love sitting with you, and playing. I will teach you. Nothing wrong with wanting to sit with my girlfriend, playing music is there?❞

She really did not want to fuck up a song you really loved. You had many, but you could always see the hesitation in her eyes. She was more of a listener, and just enjoying. Really, you just found it adorable when she would pout involuntary, taking a seat beside you without another word. Still nervous.

❝They are just keys, not rabid dogs. Calm down. You don't have to worry. If you mess up, we try again❞

Her hands were much bigger than yours, we all know this, but they looked perfect for this. You also just loved touching her, so guiding her hand where she was needed made you happy. Being able to relax without having to murder someone really helped her. Right now, she looked and felt content.

❝I'm going to fuck this up, i really like the way you play⎯❞

❝You aren't going to fuck anything up. You've played with me before, this is just like last time. Just put your hand⎯ there, good girl. I'm still here to guide you if you get confused❞

The feeling of her rough hands in yours always gave you a warm feeling. It was home. Although she always tried to distract you by randomly, abruptly holding onto your hand. If it was anyone else you would have lost your shit, but you loved Sevika. Just seeing her so into your hobby, and enjoying herself made you happy.

❝What's wrong? why are you look at me like that? did i do it wrong⎯❞

❝Just never seen anyone look so beautiful while playing Beethoven before❞

All of the compliments you've given her always made her flustered. They always did something to her. After not having them for so many years then for her to be called beautiful daily by you, made her so small. Also, the shy smile on her face melted your heart.

After a few moments, and after watching you play for so many years she sort of got an understanding of what the fuck to do. Still needed a little bit of your help, but for the most part she was a natural.

❝Is this your way of telling me that you were secretly a pianist before?❞

❝Not quite, Sweetheart. I just have a great teacher❞

Your shared home was never dull. You were still surprised when it was Sevika waking you up by the song you loved dearly, but you were warm. Aware that your mornings and evenings would be filled with just utter peace, love and happiness. Who needs drama when your girlfriend begs to play the piano with you?

Her fingers always tread lightly over the keys, because they meant a lot to you. She was gentle with something you treasured so much. She also didn't want to see you cringe if she pressed too hard. You were in love with her, and a piano. She can't have your heart break at all.

Watching her was your second favourite part of any day. Just seeing her happy, was enough for you to feel okay. She never seems to fail at making you feel giddy. Only has to look at you, and you're falling in love all over again. Or when she holds your hand, kissing your knuckles, that made you melt. But the smile on her lips, the blush on her cheeks when she looks at you? Fuck she's beautiful.

❝Will you teach me another?❞

❝I'll teach you whatever you want Darling❞

[wisteriasakana]

Sprite template: Guildmaker7

Pink Pro Update!

The Yuri Game Jam is over, and it still feels strange to me to have submitted well in advance (Then I remembered that the deadline was pushed back by like a week, so I would have submitted just in time, but details-). Deciding to post a demo rather than the whole game turned out to be a good choice for my peace of mind.

Now, I should make a pretty and tidy (One of the two adjectives might be wrong) update, but first I want to present you a flashback from a few days ago:

---Flashback---

*Soe enters *Soe sees real money *Soe implodes *Soe waits a couple of days to see if it was a misclick - Yes, even the confirmation one *Soe realizes *Soe implodes again *Soe's mass is not enough to generate a gravitational collapse, so there's no black hole but just an amazed fish

Person who decided to offer me a hot chocolate, thank you. I still find it hard to believe, but I thank you very much! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

---Flashback End---

So, it was said. Pink Pro. The update, yes.

Changes and additions

Since I have more time and can do things more slowly, I decided to fix a few things that I wasn't sure about.

For example, Sus's house. You can't visit it in the demo, and in a second time I'll show you a "before-after", but trust me when I say that the first version was absolutely plain and uninspiring - It's even more comical when you consider that it's reiterated how rich Sus is and how her house is ridiculously big. Now I am much more satisfied! It's certainly not the most beautiful map I've ever made, but I find it does its honest job much better than the previous one.

Among other differently useful things I decided to add there is the change of NPCs inside the Pink Jewel and the Magnolia Jane after some time.

Given that time is actually passing (I mean, something is likely to happen in the evening, right?), it seemed silly to me for the customers to be walking around the shops for 12 hours.

It doesn't impact the plot at all, but I think it gives the setting a bit more three-dimensionality.

(Yes, I also entertained the idea of changing customers with each finished order, but my imagination for NPC dialogue is very poor, I don't want to suffer).

Characters' expressions

When I made the expressions, I got a bit carried away, so now Chantal has many more than I had planned. However, this means that I didn't do some expressions that I should have done and that I came up with others-

According to my fantastic to-do list, the expressions that are missing are: 4 for Chantal, 2 for Janet (Yes, Janet has more than two expressions!), 1 for Margrit, 3 for Kenicea and Silsdia, 2 for Saster, Byma and Nicopte (Yes, she also has expressions!), 4 for Sus, Zora and Deilela. The last three might have one less, depending on how they look best.

My relationship with doing expressions is: sometimes, I get on and do them all in less than an hour, without any problem. Other times, for reasons unknown, I spend an hour doing one, which also turns out ugly.

In this case, however, it is not a matter of procrastination - I often literally just forget to do them. (๑꒪▿꒪)*

Other ideas

Since I have more time, I was thinking about adding another, simpler CG - Just coloured lineart on a unicolour background.

On the other hand, I decided to scrap a small idea I had planned to do if I had more time / for a possible update: Chantal's sweets designs.

I would like to show off her "eye-catching" style more concretely, but when I tried to draw them, I realized that was definitely not the case (Let's say, like, no one in the world would have realized that the Île flottante was an Île flottante and not an ugly sponge).

The options, then, are three:

One day I'll be able to draw better and I'll put pretty pictures for all the recipes;

One day I'll go begging for people who can draw pretty food;

Imagination is a wonderful gift, imagine these beautiful recipes in your mind ♡♡♡

Cutscenes

As for the cutscenes, however, I am exactly halfway through, at the third order. I therefore have to finish the third order, do the fourth and fifth, the final climax and the epilogue.

To reassure you, as already mentioned, in the midst of all this there are also Important Scenes, and those have all been done.

And that's it for Pink Pro!

Yes, of course, it's because I'm also working on something else - I can't concentrate on the same thing for more than two days in a row if I don't have at least one side project.

I'll talk about that, though, in the next few days - The devlog on Candy Apple has become the devlog on Candy Apple and Red Riding Hood and the Little Bad Wolf, just as the projects on Three Yellow Quartzes will need a separate devlog.

Thanks for listening, and see you next time!

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

There are so many songs that I find hard listening to cause they were written about YB, and knowing what we know now and how Taylor put him on a pedestal and made him out to be this perfect boyfriend when it wasn't true just absolutely disgusts me., plus the underlying layer of anxiety and her fear of him leaving, but no other song can quite literally trigger me like Peace does. His integrity made her feel small, feeling like she was wasting his honor for talking shit with her friends. Meanwhile, he was probably shit talking about her behind her back to his friends based on the Anti-Hero Remix. No wonder why all her friends unfollowed him so quickly. They were probably relieved she finally left him. Writing a song like You're Losing Me and STILL staying for over a year trying to fix things and his ungrateful ass couldn't do anything, not even the bare minimum. Like, you have THE TAYLOR SWIFT begging you to make things work and is willing to stay with you through all your bullshit and put up with your carelessness when she could so easily find someone new and have men lining up in a quee just to be with her, and you TAKE HER FOR GRANTED?????? Choose YET AGAIN (at the last minute cause you weren't even the first choice) your 5 min worth of screen time background role in a movie that probably no one's going to see over supporting your girlfriend ??? (Jack had Covid and couldn't attend, but he still watched through a grainy screen live on insta or tiktok and I'm sure Joe did not do that) When she's done nothing but supporting him and prioritizing him and following him around from country to country only to have him leave her behind to pack things up, cook for his cast mates, allow them to record music using her own equipment, him throw birthday surprise parties for his female co-star when he can't bother make time for her birthday, send his mom or brother to her events cause he can't show up, but is perfectly capable of showing up to events where he's got nothing going on for himself and take his own friends over his girlfriend who probably got him in the room in the first place, the list goes on and oooooooon. He was also fine with staying with her rent free and going on luxury vacations on private jets, get paid royalties from her music (Taylor definitely overexaggerated his contributions and was very generous with him only to have her craft compared and diminished to baking surdough bread in quarantine), but couldn't put up with her fame that was providing all this. (He strikes me as one of those people that secretly want the fame and attention on them but are going to complain and bitch about how that's not what they want once they get it. The thing is, the attention was on Taylor, and he couldn't be a side character or merely her boyfriend cause of his insecurities... well now he's Taylor Swift's ex first and foremost much to his inconvenience)

I can imagine him being jealous and insecure of how well the All Too Well short film was embraced by the industry he's been in for so long, only to have Taylor come in and be praised right and left for her talent. He's been basically "Hollywood's next big thing" each year ever since 2017 and each year being unsuccessful at it. It's embarrassing. (Even Harry, who's not the best actor out there and has no prior training or much knowledge in that field, has more talent, charisma and appeal in his pinky finger when it comes to acting than Joe does.)

I'm so here for YB lashings out on X. He's not a saint as some think. I can only imagine how he might've gaslighted and manipulated Taylor for her to always put the blame on herself in all her songs...

^^^^

Bring on TS11, where even if we don’t get more detail YB’s shitty behaviour, we WILL get more reflections on Blondie the Phoenix has risen.

Thanks for the detailed ask.

[sab-teraa]

jae jun ending is harsh ??? he was the least problematic

Hey <3 Oooo, I appreciate your opinion ... but I beg to differ. Spoilers ahead: 1. For most bullying scenes, JJ was merely a bystander who observed the violence around him and chose to ignore/protect the perpetrators. As such, he was 'blind' in terms of not seeing/choosing not to see what was around him + he lacked perception/good judgement by helping them cover it up.

I think this is further evident in his relationship with the store clerk. Other than Ye-sol, sometimes YJ + Se-ra ... the only other person he spoke to somewhat 'kindly' (I'm using the word kindly loosely lol) was the store clerk ... yet, the possibility of him knowing about her s exual assault is high ... and he chose to do nothing. He was once again a mere bystander.

I also think that he was ‘blind’ on a friendship level. He was surprised by Ye-sol being his child + YJ hiding it from him … considering they shared everything … to the point that he didn’t even consider it a possibility till DE. Thus, he was blinded by his trust in YJ. He was also blindsided by Myeong-oh standing up against him + robbing him + the fact that se-ra would sleep with Myeong-oh = JJ being blinded by his social status.

DE had given the group a chance to get the easy way out ...both knowingly (aka YJ) and unknowingly (JJ). Here, JJ was given a lifeline with Ye-sol and for the first time ... he was no longer a bystander ... he stood up for what was right. He was also given a chance to redeem himself by doing right by So-hee after finding out she was pregnant with his child and killed by YJ + doing right by Ye-sol by understanding her relationship with DY. However, in these cases, he was once again blinded by his love for Ye-sol ... resulting in him making the wrong choices - using Ye-sol as a bargaining chip to protect YJ + assaulting DY and DE.

I found it extremely satisfactory that HJ had a role to play in blinding him. She tried her best to appear perfect for him, yet he was blinded bc of her status and probs the fact that she tried to hard. Hence, treating her as disposable + constantly mocking her. She probs presumed he turned a new leaf with him standing up for her + proposing to her … she thought he had finally seen her. But nope, he chose to taunt her when she needed him the most.

Given these storylines, I interpreted DE asking JJ “how do you know what’s colourful” … as a play on his colorblindness and the fact that he lacks good judgement/is a bystander/ability to see beyond his own beliefs. So, JJ literally losing his eyesight wraps up his story perfectly - now he is blind by force rather than choice. 2. With regard to losing his life ... it made the most sense. He has been fighting for custody of Ye-sol against DY - its his main character arc. DY would have never known peace bc JJ would continuously come after them. Plus, the role DE played in blinding JJ helped DY k-word JJ ... hence, it can also be seen as DE's thank to DY for always being kind to her.

Taking him away from Ye-sol and his chance to have a family was also another point of revenge. Throughout the show we see how much he craves a home and family ... so this defo hit hard.

(Side note: do you guys think the hurt So-hee? that part came across a bit open-ended ... like why didn't So-hee use this relationship to irk YJ? Maybe she knew that it would not matter bc YJ did not love him? Idk ... but that whole scene where they found out he is the father makes me think he could have hurt her)

[foccaccia]

apparently a lot of people in the notes dont know who antigone is! readmore for why she is so fucking tragic

antigone is the daughter of oedipus, which means she is also his sister. from the very beginning, her entire family has been doomed. her brothers are her nephews and her uncles. her mother is her grandmother. her sister is her aunt and her niece. antigone was trapped in tragedy from the very second she was born into one of the most fucked up families in literary history! her parents marriage and her siblings' existence caused a literal wholeass plague!

her mother-grandmother jocasta hung herself when antigone was young, after aforementioned plague, and her father ripped a pin from the dress jocastas corpse wore and blinded himself. what a fucking childhood. eventually antigone, still a child, leads her blind father to a village that at first condemns oedipus and antigone for their curse. oedipus knows he is going to die here, and before he does, curses his brother-sons - antigones brother-nephew-uncles - to kill each other. antigone is kidnapped by her uncle kreon, rescued, and then has to beg her brother-nephew-uncle polynikes and her father-brother oedipus to be peaceful. polynikes refuses and goes to kill antigones other brother-nephew-uncle eteokles, and oedipus reiterates the curse he put on eteokles and polynikes.

and then he shoos off antigone and dies! and antigone isnt allowed to even see his tomb! she begs to be buried with him, that shed rather die than live without oedipus. she is, by the way, still a fucking child here! but her family is so convoluted and cursed and fucked up that she cannot conceive living without her father-brother. she is denied, and decides to go to thebes, the city where eteokles and polynikes are trying to kill each other in a civil war, to try and stop it.

and she cant! eteokles and polynikes kill each other and her uncle kreon, who kidnapped her earlier, becomes king. kreon decrees that while eteokles can be buried, polynikes' body has to be left outside the city to rot and for scavenging animals to pick at. kreon declares even mourning him is against his law and punishable by death. desecration of the dead is always something awful, but especially so here bc in this culture, proper burial of the dead is an incredibly sacred duty, and to leave him unburied and desecrated would mean he would never recieve rest in the afterlife. which is pretty fucked up! and antigone, who is STILL A CHILD, knowing her brother is being doomed to an eternity of unrest, says fuck that.

antigones own play is made up of people - her sister-neice-aunt ismene, the chorus of old men, even in a way kreon - begging her to stop, go back, follow the law and to think about herself and her future. but antigone, just like with her fathers tomb, is so incandescently justifiably furious, is so just, and is so cursed by the tangled fucked up connections of her family, that she cannot back down. throughout history historians and writers and people have called her a terrorist, or an innocent child, or a martyr, but one thing is true and it is that antigone cannot back down. she has to run headlong into her own death, just like everyone else in her family, and she has to do it because it is the right thing to do and because she has no other choice.

all she manages is to lay some dirt on his body, and is caught. she and kreon have a very big argument that boils down to kreon saying "im king, fuck that guy, youre just a little girl" and antigone saying "youre condemning my brother, youre defying the laws of nature and the laws of the gods, this is morally inherently wrong, this is unjust and unfair and horrifying, everyone in this city agrees with me but you have nailed their tongues to the floor". kreon condemns antigone to be buried alive. haimon, who loves antigone and is kreons son, begs for antigones life, and is shot down and denied. antigone isnt a love story, or at least its not a love story about romance. its antigone loving the shattered bits of whatevers left of her cursed family and doing what is right by them even though it kills her

antigone is led through the city ("unwept unwed unloved i go o tomb o bridal chamber") and is summarily buried alive with her wedding clothes. she is literally marrying death. she is a child. rather than die a slow and horrible death underground, she hangs herself with her wedding veil.

of course, if she had waited even a little bit, she'd have lived, because a prophet comes to kreon and is like literally what the fuck did you do, and kreon rushes to go pull antigone out, but theres that child! hanging from her wedding veil! antigones love haimon then kills himself, haimons mother/kreons wife kills herself, and thats that for antigones family. (another story has antigones sister-neice-aunt ismene being murdered not long after btw.)

depending on your source, antigone's name can mean either "in place of one's parents" (which is especially fucked up given who her parents are) or "against birth/instead of being born" (girl who shouldnt have been born from the start). antigone's story has been one of the literal foundations of tragic stories for 2500 YEARS. it stuck around for two and a half thousand years! her story is a story about being doomed to tragedy from the start. its a story about the inevitable suicide of a child. its a story about the horrifying ties of family. its a story about being cursed. its a story about choosing justice and mercy and how that will kill you! antigone is the historical blueprint for horror! i know its funnier to vote for the lego guy who seems to have actually had kind of a rough time sorry lloyd but please !!!!

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT: [SPOILERS AND POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AHEAD]

ANTIGONE:

LLOYD GARMADON:

[gayferrari]

other ask. Ok so I appreciate the warning, lol. I put the rest under a spoiler cut so nobody needs to see it if they don't want to. my tldr is that I disagree, but I get what you're annoyed / worried about, and hopefully, my take will give you some peace of mind, and that's why I posted it — some gossip + speculation about semi-public figures none of us know under the cut

full ask

same nicole p podcast anon as before but this time with such a rancid take i'm sending it separately in case you don't want to become ground 0 for like world war 81. tldr nicole please shut up because the more you talk the less i'm able to separate oscar the racer (go papaya) from oscar the person (rancid unexamined firstborn son flavor of toxic masculinity) most controversial nicole take: i think every time she opens her mouth about their family dynamic she just exposes that she's never thought critically about it and in this particular interview also exposes that HE has probably never thought critically about it. like i say this as an oscar fan! but he's literally the firstborn son and heir who his parents sank their life savings into which probably meant his sisters were prevented from pursuing their own interests during childhood. nicole's entire public personality just being obsessed with her son and simultaneously going "yeah he sprung on us at midnight that dts was coming to film the next day and i stayed up all night literally cleaning up this mistake of his while he slept in but then my daughters didn't want to play happy family breakfast in front of the cameras and one of them literally hid at school to prevent doing that" is nooooot making it seem like she understands how she contributed to/continues to enable the problem. "i hate how dangerous racing is to the point it gave me an eating disorder but i couldn't have stopped him as a kid" uh ok i would think at any point putting in less money and time would have stopped it. not touching with a 10 ft pole whether or not they SHOULD have but like. that WOULD have stopped it. you can't just sink a shit ton of time and money into something and then pretend like you weren't making a conscious choice especially when that was time and money that could have gone to uh your daughters. "oh i was so mad when i flew out to see oscar race and he slept the whole car ride and then called his school his home" yeah your youngest daughter is 8 years younger than him but im sure it did her no harm to watch you & dad regularly fly across the world to see a brother she barely knows while she was between the ages of 6 and 10. jfc im begging you to stop talking

ok so here's MY "trying to be somewhat unbiased about it" take which hopefully is something you may appreciate. Like I said in the other ask, I find Nicole's whole shtick to be obnoxious; but also, there's 0 reason to assume that the way she interacts with fans / the media is in any way reflective of her irl personality, parenting, or family dynamics.

In that specific interview (which I haven't listened to but read the tldr) she seems to lean hard into the #boymom of it all and I get why it can be grating. However. If your main concern here is "the way she talks about Oscar makes me dislike him a bit, as a fan" I'm here to reassure you: take a step back. We don't know these people. There's no reason to believe that those carefully selected anecdotes reflect reality. Every story she told went very hard trying to reinforce Oscar's meme-material public persona and I'd bet anything that it's not what his actual personality is like (with love to Oscar. nobody who actually dngaf as much as he pretends he dngaf spends that much time and effort curating his online persona. he wishes he was Kimi Raikkonen). So, like. If those stories spark joy in you as an Oscar fan then by all means incorporate them into your belief system; if they don't then who cares. They were probably workshopped in a zoom call with some Mclaren PR minion and Mark Webber.

re: the "his family sunk a lot of money into his junior career" — at the end of the day that's what the road to F1 is like and I am sure Oscar is very, very keenly aware of it no matter the vibes you got from Nicole's interview. Like, because of the whole Alpine fiasco, Oscar's camp have been very frank in discussing how much his junior career cost vs. how much of that was subsided through the Alpine junior programme. I'm also pretty sure that his family is wealthy — not Adam Norris loaded, lmao, but as far as we know this wasn't a Leclerc kind of situation where all of the children karted a bit and the family had to choose to prioritise Charles's career; not an Esteban type of situation where financing their son's career really impacted the family's entire lifestyle. There's no reason, as far as we know, to speculate that Oscar's sisters had their own interests they weren't put in a condition to pursue. Again, it's up to you if you want to go that route in an RPF kinda situation, but irl, based on a couple cringe quotes from his mother? Not something to get worked up about. (There's also the fact that his parents are divorced even if it's kept quiet and idk if Nicole was the parent financing said junior career. If this adds another layer idk)

There is a wider discussion to be had here about the parents of young promising athletes prioritising their kid's career above other financial choices / effectively prioritising one child over the other, and that's a very fascinating topic of discussion to me as someone who's very into Sports in general and sports sociology but like, we don't know it's what was going on here. Even if it was, I genuinely can't think off the top of my head of a pro athlete whose family made sacrifices for them who did not go out of their way to pay back those expenses and provide for their family once they'd made it. I'm quite sure his sisters aren't being shafted in Oscar's favour

Anyway. tldr. I agree that her whole vibe made me roll my eyes. I disagree that it's something to get worked up about / that is any way reflective of the true state of things / that she's doing it without her son (and likely her daughters' also) full approval. Hopefully this take helps you enjoy the papaya boy more!

THAT SAID. I would absolutely be into the toxic boymom firsborn son implications of it all if I was getting rpf-y about it! I'm always here for rancid vibes RPF. I just want to establish first that the sordid belongs firmly in RPF land because I just don't care about drawing conclusions based on a couple of soundbites.

[sadlilghostt]

UNWANTED REUNION.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Alastor x ex wife reader.

๑ | synopsis : after the extermination a very unexpected thing happen, a dinner got redeemed. The higher angels had a meeting about this and decided to send st. Peter and Y/N to monitor the hotel. The place was nice, that is until she met the man he never ever wanted to cross paths again.

๑ | tw : swearing, angst, mentions of death.

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

After finding out that a sinner can get redeemed, Sera and the other angel immediately took an action by deciding sending you and st. Peter down there to monitor the hotel.. And maybe also help them.

You were unsure about this, of course you are. Hell is where you might be meeting your ex husband and you're not ready and you will never be.

Sera was also reluctant about this, but all of the angels already have voted leaving you no choice but to obey.

Preparing up for the night you stared at the opening portal in front of you as you took a very deep breath as you turned around to the seraphims.

" goodluck out there n/n! We'll be waiting for you! " Emily beamed as she brought you in for a hug.

You smiled at the little seraphim as you ruffled her hair earning a whine for the little gal, you turned to the elder seraphim only to see her with a slight frown.

You gave you an assuring smile as you opened your arms for her to get in. It took her a moment before finally bending down to you height and embracing your small figure.

" be safe out there.. And please come back in one peace. " the elder seraphim muttered beside your ear as her embrace tightened as she let go.

You smiled warmly at her you nodded.

" I'll be back in a month darlings. " you waved good bye to them as you followed Peter down there.

You spread your huge white wings wide as you dropped yourself in allowing the wind hit your face. Your nose scrunch up at the scent of blood and deaths, alcohol, particularly everything here.

Upon seeing the said hotel, you flapped your wings softening your land your huge wings closed elegantly on your back.

Your wings is actually way bigger than the other angels, almost bigger than sera's.

You looked hesitantly at Peter before finally walking in the entrance as you softly knock on the door.

A few seconds gone by, the door finally opened to reveal the princess of hell. Her mouth literally dropped at the sight of two angels in front of her doorstep as she rubbed her eyes thinking that she was hallucinating.

" what the fuck.. " she muttered under her breath, you winced at the strong language she throw.

" language, love. " you smiled down at her warmly.

" i- uhm! SORRY- OH MY SATAN- is this really happening right now?! W-WAIT! LET ME! LET ME JUST! " before you could ask her what was wrong, the door slammed close again leaving you and Peter dumbfounded.

You heard a few thrashing sound inside and Thurs here and there before the door finally opened once again with a now composed princess, but anxiousness still eats her eyes.

" hhhhiiii! I'm Charlie.. You might've heard me from the court and my visit in heavennn but- hi again! " she tightly smiled, trying her best to not cry right now from excitement.

" it's a pleasure to see you again Charlie darling, how do you do? " you bowed at the princess who practically begged you not to.

" ah! Please y-you don't have to bow! " she squeaked as she frankly wav her hands around as you raises you head.

When the girl finally calmed down, she step aside letting the both of you in. Once the all of you are in, you could see the hotel was... Something. Your eyes wandered more around the lounge when your eyes landed on a bar? Why is it like that- but whatever.

" welcome to the hazbin hotel! I hope you'd love your stay here! Even if it just a month- " she beamed and muttering the last part.

" this hotel surely does a lot of character in it! Isn't it y/n! " Peter who awkward jabbed her sides as the said angel gave the shorter male an awkward chuckle.

" indeed it is. " her eyes then darted to the side where all the other demon was, you recognize a few of them, which it was vaggie and then angel dust from the court.

You turned fully to the other demons as you gave them a polite bow.

" and you must be the staffs and residents? " you asked as a little Cyclops ran to your direction with her menacing smile.

" hi I'm nifty, I clean! " she smiled her body was vibrating in excitement?

You bent down to her height as you patted her head.

" it's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Nifty, I'm y/n. " you smiled as you leaned back again as the Cyclops ran around the lounge sweeping.

" so.. Whats an angel doin' here? " the spider demon- angel dust asked as he sucked a popsicle.

" wwwwweelll~ after the extermination something very unexpected happened! " Peter started.

" a sinner got redeemed after the extermination, I believe the sinner go by the name..sir pentious. " you continued with a smile. Once you stated the name of the winner that got his soul redeemed, everyone's face slowly morphed into shock yet relieved and happy. Everyone then exploded into cheers and laughter once they know that their old friend is actually alive and is given a third chance to live.

" vaggie! Did you hear that! It's worked! The hotel worked! Sir pentious is alive!! " she cried happily as she embraced vaggie.

You felt your heart melt the the enthusiasm of the demons in this hotel, you never knew a heartwarming sight still existed in the damned. But the warmness and solace in your heart soon replaced with dread when you heart an oh-so-familiar-old fashioned static voice.

" oh! What do we have here? " a static voice suddenly erupted behind you. You are not liking every second of this man talking behind you.

" Charlie darling, you didn't tell me will be having such.. Unexpected visitors! " it spoke again as you slowly turned around to face the owner of the voice.

Once you fully turned around, you were met with a sight of a chest due to its height. You tilted your head up to see a grinning demon who resembled as a deer in front of you.

" but oh heavens where are my manners! " he chuckled as he held his chest and he bowed.

You recognized this voice.

You recognize this face.

Oh who the fuck you are kidding.

Even after the changes of his appearance, the radio voice he held. You know damn well who's under those deer appearance.

That this red Deer demon was the man who you shares your vows with, and so the man you shared your life with for years on your still alive, and also the only man who put an end to your life

You felt yourself filled with rage at the sight of the man who you once love, standing in front of you as if he didn't just killed you.

" the names alastor darling, pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure! " he extended his hand for a hand shake, but instead of taking it, you stepped back with a look for disdain.

St. Peter nervously held his hand for a handshake but the deer demons eyes was still on you. This is bad. Very, bad.

This man seemed to recognize you.

' No no no no no, he can't. This can't be. No.. '

Panick could be seen on your face which that made the deer demons grin widened.

As he placed his arms back behind him.

" well- helloooo.. Alastor, sir, my name is saint Peter! " he pointed at himself as he then scooted closer to you.

" and this gal beside me is— "

" y/n. " alastor continue. Your heart clenched at the sound of your name rolling to his tongue. It's been a century while since tha last time you heard your name coming from him, it felt so foreign hearing it again. Your heart pounded from your chest as cold sweats rolled down to your cheeks.

" oh- wow.. The both of you seemed to know each other.. Woooow great- that's uh- great? " st. Peter awkward coughed as Charlie jumped giddy.

" wow al! I didn't know you know someone from heaven! " Charlie beamed as alastor chuckled.

" well of course my dear, I happen to know this.. Darling angel back from my time in earth. " he grinned making you shudder. Anger, fear, happiness? Filled your heart as you step back away from him. His eyes never left yours.

" you see.. " alastor started as he took a step towards you. You step back. But before you could escape his presence, the man grabbed your waist and pulled you to me quite harshly that you slammed into his chest.

" this darling angel happens to be my wife! " this little pri-

.....

" WHAT?! "

a sound of tea getting spit out and followed by choking erupted the room as you harshly pushed him away glaring at him.

" ex wife. " you growled at him.

" but mon chérie, I don't recall ending our marriage. " alastor cooed as he looked down at you.

" waitwaitwaitwaitwait HOLD THE FUCK UP?! " angel started.

" SO- YOU'RE TELLIN' US , JUST NOW FOR AFTA' MONTHS OF US BEIN' HERE—"

" AND YOU'RE JUST TELLING US THAT YOU WERE MARRIED?! " vaggie continued with her arms in the air.

" aww! Vaggie! Alastor is married!that means even the cruelest perosm in the world could still love!!! " Charlie swooned.

" HA- didn't know smiled could pull someone as hot as this hot mama " angel leaned in from the couch as he gave you both a teasing smile.

You shuddered.

" no no, all of you got it all wrong. " you shook your head.

" what's the wrong chérie? You're clearly married to me just by looking at the ring that rest dazzlingly on your ring finger. " alastor grinned, you froze then looked at your ring finger where your wedding ring is. Oh damn you forgot that's still here-

You gritted your teeth before removing the ring from your finger catching everyone in the room in a state of confusion.

As soon as you got the ring off for you, you jabbed the ring into his chest with fury in your eyes.

" you are not my husband. " you growled as you dropped the ring in front of his after slamming it to his chest.

" you stopped being my husband just as soon as you decided to murder me. " you spat, venom laced your throat. But the state remained unfazed and grinned down out you making your blood boil more.

" it's clear that you have broke our vows alastor. " you spat his name filled with hatred. Your aura got brighter as your wings was slightly open due to the fury you've been feeling. St. Peter watched you enraged in shock, he have never seen you this angry before, pissed and annoyed, yes, but he have never seen you so.. Enraged.

" our marriage stopped as soon as you pierced that knife into me, without hesitation. " your breath ragged as your emotions eats yous more.

" 'till death do us apart radio demon so there is no husband and wife material here. " you hissed with a slight smirk, taunting the demon who only smiled at you filled with menace.

Finally realizing your emotions getting the best of you. You took a deep breath as you scoffed.

" I did truly love you. " you breath out.

" but that change just after you fucking killed me. " you glared at the man in front of you as you walked away. Not sure where to go, just anywhere where he isn't in the same room as you.

Alastor watched you retreating figure, his expression was dark. How dare you walked away from him? You? His darling doe? His obedient wife? How dare you. But, he can't help but feel a pang on his cold stoned heart just after the words you just throw at him.

[nityarawal]

Rona- Could you please keep working on Dr. Kazi to write a letter now?

Did you find a Dr who can do the AI challenge for court today? Whose quickest at problem solving dissolutions?

IEHP psych sounds like a scam on street people. 

They are mass murdering us in apartheid! Courts kill 1000 per court annually!

Did Dr. Kazi review Dr. Cash's reports and connect?

Dr. Cash is my Forensic psychologist working pro-bono to clean up IEHP fraud. He wrote Psychology for Dummies! 

Can you make sure clerk didn't lie about canceling her rancid creepy court Dr's appointment? I don't agree with crap warfare anymore.

Care. 

Not court.

Dr. Kazi- 

We needs Tick Bight Report From Dr. BROWNING and

Dr. Nadia at Dr Queresheri's 

See Complaints about her Nurse Darlene Violating hippa rights. 

They both left. Darlene is being prosecuted for allowing her boytoy to rape daughter Melody Gray- and now we worry she stole her daughter- in foul play for him. She tried to hurt Melody with RO but Judge is on our side and DA has been asked to restrain iehp trolls.

Handyman Dennis Sketchly & Alex Dustin Grover- militia planted Tick in bed in December. No pets. It was a nazi trick and I've been slummed by Idyllwild Realty & militia 20+ times. I'm a realtor. I can find a nice home. Can you keep court Rats away though. I'm camping because of budget- but also to avoid militia court trolls. So sick of them. I call it fast now when I spot that bs!

X and my brother previously smeared me to the community about private personal medicine choices etc. 

Not interested in selling courts more data. 

We need refunds for 18 months filmed & caged!

Many court hookers abused me for them. 

Darin David Joye broke heart bullying me into Plea bargains for "job," with Abi Odam- my mediator coach I hired for 6 months!

Many hired to seduce/rape/sell etc. 

We think I have lymes, spirochetes, and cyst in brain- possibly skin/female cancers. Extreme fungus growth from dirty conditions at court and being a state refugee tortured on Apartheid stipend. 

It doesn't cover rent! 

Financial fraud from x and courts, blue Shield insurance- has made it hard to see as many naturopaths as I would like but I have extensive training and am a researcher/journalist. I'd like an honorary doctorate for civil service I've done globally on this Apartheid resolution. Noble peace prize? 

NEED SPIROCHETE REPORT

FROM DENTIST DR. CAREY O' REILLY IN ENCINITAS - He's leading expert and posted many videos of our Mouths gingivitis bacteria on YouTube. 

He was mortified my x brought disease home too.

He treats kids too.

Advanced Dermatology- 2 reports/labs

Dentist - 

Riverside Healthcare- labs

Dr. Keane fired

Dr. Singh charged with attempted murder on Probate fraud with thousands of attys/judges/clerks/scams.

I re-endacted probate. I'm not dead. 

I sent Dr Murphys gay Forensic psychologist report with Ashby Clark Sorrensons help- before he attempted my life with Grant Funk & X team with ROs.

Murphy says I'm a genius with a .001% highest vocabulary & IQ. He said courts were too dumb to understand my family of Geniuses. 

Dr. CASH - FORENSIC PSYCHOLOGIST

wrote Psychology For Dummies

Need Metropolitan Hospital report 

For Dmv.org registration for Judge Hodges at Traffic courts. His clerks had me raped many times in 5 years and robbed with Psyche abuse in Judge Judith Clark's murderous courts.

I won and need refunds on wrongful rental car arrest. I proved competency once again. Courts are literally ill with doubt. Murdering is a gruesome job- they suffer- and we don't care. 

Charge them please. 

I was also hospitalized and 5150'd by x to Las Calinas on a murder attempt. I had a dire allergic reaction when an officer dosed me with Depakote and said it was vitamin d. I Begged to go to the hospital. 

Monday they attempted to force me to die on 12 drugs in Psyche court- no call out under Mathew Robert's for Lori Clark Viviano's bribes in public defense rapes.

I appealed and won medical freedom and competency. 

I was hospitalised in Riverside too by psychologist boss Carmel Benson on bribes- raped from work for months- then neighbor murdered!): I always prove competent immediately and don't appreciate my bosses selling me on black market. 

Mary Schmitz and Joan did this at their animal Rescues and I was beat up from work over expired car registration. 

We all know SSI doesn't cover housing or food! 

How to pay for government extortion as a refugee camping? 

Cop Rape is imminent daily. Scary! 

Need Calm And Ground Julie Steiger reports and receipts for 11 months of out of pocket court ordered therapy. She quit early on bribes with CPS & attys. Shes involved in foul play at Idyllwild arts now caging children that didn't appreciate 12+ teachers molesting them! Need $5k + damages in refunds!

I was caged at RPDC shortly after she quit. I got x rays of broken ribs there and Covid2. Please submit data. 

I paid for a year of therapy with Blue Shield Dr Amy Bell. She witnessed violence and saw me immediately after. So did Rebecca Stewart at my Leucadia acupuncturist.

Sunil and I saw several couples therapists. His atty Dr. Alan Silverman was referred by his Mistress paralegal- his x neonazi converted Jewish whore. She doubled on bribes at CPS and called herself a court officer after 7 years of winning her custodial real estate battle with Sunils next atty Jeff Fritz- and my real estate- free help- at my expense with kids for years! These peeps mixed my family! Jeff retired- hired Lori Clark Viviano. She arranged hit and run. Kids and I had to see chiropractors for years in Encinitas, Carmel valley and Idyllwild. Then they attacked my cars, homes & kids. Dr. Alan Silverman teaches Dr Gardner grooming yo pedophiles with Sunil's other lover Daniel Smachtenberger from physics in college. Daniel has lymes and probably gave early spirochetes when Sunil was cheating and stashing cash as UK spy. 

I worked for months with Therapist Tima Ivanova- she quit - conflict of interest with a friend who investigated murder of my property manager. 

I had one other awful iehp therapist that would multitask on the phone and barely heard me. It was hurtful. T Mobile also didn't work at most homes so it's a major hassle to waste time on bad iehp Drs!

I did 18 months of State therapy incarcerated too. I hated it. A Dr. would ask a question & walk away. It was 1-5 minutes of terrorism generally. 

Close that 3rd world detention slavery center! 

I never met a good Dr there and met thousands of worst psychiatrists & a plethora of rushed ignorant Dr's.

Dr. Kazi also found out that I'm allergic to tomatoes & peanuts as a result of ww3 hostage for terrorism. When is the president defending Persian Americans slaughtered in Apartheid by a million Jewish attys & neo nazi defense team? 

Need professional Mammogram order 

Get last ones- Dr Natalya did an awful breast exam! Need real obgyn!

Encinitas Dr said fibrocystic breasts.

Hospitals wouldn't let me have vitamin d or vegetarian diets for 6-9 months in Christian terrorism.

Need to go over 9 labs w/ Dr Kazi next week!

Scripps La Jolla ICU report from 2017 Mark Milton beating with victim reports filed for DA. 

Head injury is best if I practice my own medicine. Courts failed in covid 1,2 &3 Germ warfare. They're filthy! 

Any professional would close down with health department!

Judges have eye sight & contract/real estate training issues. They didn't pass bar? Perhaps!

I need a dissolution. Not another attempt on my life! Dr's steal from my work and family time. I know I'm entertaining. I've never met an iehp Dr or County service that can help heal practical health issues. I have 20+ hairballs & bio matter. I know how to take care of myself as a yogini, mom & educator journalist. We feel sorry for awfully sick court people- but they stole and hurt us in their Kinks. They don't deserve to keep Job's and we need Sanctions on all services rendered plus refunds on every single Offenders license. Thousands took bribes. Mother Nature wants family united.

Israel is just another gaslighting drama- an attack on family/sacred. We're not amused- nor impressed. Our kids need to live in their homes safe. We don't want government raping our families in schools, Apartheid nor courts. They failed my family, Israel, Lahaina and Pres wrote an Iran check to the wrong person. 7 billion go to Persian Americans too. Annually. Tell Jewish Doctors & lawyers to soul search and make reparations for millions of Slaves in America. It's a gross civil emergency what our defense team has done.

They are mass murdering.

Let me know if you can do a conclusive disclosure from all these Dr's. Iehp won't help. None of their Dr's are credited. Medical? Send me your favorite Dr's info only on referrals. I'm very prudent for myself and my sisterhood. Our lives were attempted- so we whistleblow- to stop abuse for our Dr's, patients, students, teachers and mothers. I speak on behalf of 2b mothers globally who demand end of Apartheid. 

We need 50/50 defenses/dissolution and defend rapists immediately with vasectomies and maximum charges. This is sick a rape has to be reported over 20 years in USA. Not one woman nor child ever thought psychiatrist drug induced rape was good for them or anyone's Psyche. How does it make you feel? 24 officer rapes. Police reports at Metropolitan Hospital. 

You can get kids files from the same Dentist, and Christine Wood is there Dr. At El Camino pediatrics. Dr. Eric eisen felt Dr's Clogged their organs with drug warfare & they bloated sick in pictures! You're not meant to take pharmaceuticals for more than 30 days but court Dr's constantly murder & OD. Mom said kids had nightmares so Sunil rufid them. Did he rape them when they were under? His bf reccomends this kind of drugging/grooming/pedo is famous dad and they both consult on mommy murders/rapes in court. I need ROs from all these gross stalkers from x monk David Kaplan's circles! 

I saved myself several times. 

I will now too.

You need to gather ALL medical files! I saw 3 horrible medical dentists. I need my money so I can practice medicine as I was trained at best ayurvedic medical and psychological college in globe.

No one is selling me again. Please do your job so moms can do ours appropriately.

I also wrote all my sandiego Dr's for you on intake forms? Please get my MD Dr. Blaine's files and rest. Those were best Dr's prior to hospital bullying into iehp.

Jay Curatolo is PS promising to provide a DA victim report and fair speedy trial and dissolution. They've literally used 1000's of employees to extort everything we have. We're so done with these bastards! 

7 years is a lot of data!): 

Thank you!

Peace!

Merci!

Nitya Nella Azam Davigo Moezzi Huntley 

On Tue, Oct 10, 2023, 9:16 PM nitya rawal <nityahuntley@gmail.com> wrote:

Thank you for your help! I will leave state tomorrow & get my daughter-  until Dr can assure my safety from rapists. 

No, I didn't even eat. 

War is terrifying on one's family. ):

10/10/2023

Afternoon Songs 

Anjali- 10/10

We're All Crying 

For Israel

Crying For Anjali

Didn't You Get The

Memo

My Sacred 

Family

Almost Desecrated

Israel We Love You

Jews We Love You

But Why You Let Your

Neo-Nazi Attys 

Take Our Kids...

https://www.tumblr.com/nityarawal/730854352139517952/10102023-afternoon-songs-anjali

On Tue, Oct 10, 2023, 5:11 PM PDUC Team <team@palmdeserturgentcaremd.com> wrote:

Hi Nitya,

Attached are all the lab results we have received. Unfortunately, like I have mentioned earlier, his stand remains the same, the letter would be beyond our scope of determination. I do hope you were able to call the number I gave you. 

Please do not reply to this message, we are more than happy to accommodate any of your concerns over the phone. 

Cheers, 

Rona

7603405800

From: nitya rawal <nityahuntley@gmail.com>

Sent: Tuesday, October 10, 2023 4:29 PM

To: PDUC Team <team@palmdeserturgentcaremd.com>

Subject: Re: Referrals

 

Thanks! Could you send my blood labs too? Did you get my other emails for Dr. Kazi? How's his court letter coming?

Nitya 

On Tue, Oct 10, 2023, 3:28 PM PDUC Team <team@palmdeserturgentcaremd.com> wrote:

Hi Nitya, 

As we spoke about, attached are your referrals approved by IEHP. I opted not to include the psychiatry as you do not want anyone in Hemet. Below would be the details I have given to you: 

Psychiatry Walk-In Clinic for IEHP

(760) 674-7132

Address: 41990 Cook St., Suite F-2002, Palm Desert, CA 92211

Monday – Friday, 9am – 5pm

I understand that you do not want to use IEHP because of previous experiences but just for the sake of time, I would highly recommend for you to contact the above walk-in clinic while waiting Dr. Kazi's approval for the letter you are requesting so you will have options. 

Please do not reply to this message, we are more than happy to accommodate any of your concerns over the phone. 

Cheers, 

Rona

7603405800

[inanshalla]

that man was literally in love and you don’t need the “be at peace, love” mural memory to see that.

the rest is under the cut

The game itself, even mythal and solas keep saying they are friends all throughout the story but it just doesn’t match up. I believe they keep saying they are friends not to piss off solavellans (but did anyway imagine that) and tried to damage control after that very intimate mural scene essentially saying since the first elves were originally spirits they feel things intensely so it might not have been love in how mortals understand it (sure, jan) which is another cop-out but hearing stuff like this and they are just friends? Okay lol

People can say it’s a group effort to get him to atone in the good/best ending but solas deadass apologizes to lavellan who is begging him to stop, saying he failed mythal which is why he couldn’t it really does take mythal to stop him (now knowing solas was not under any influence of mythal, he did everything that he did of his own choice makes it taking mythal to stop him especially nasty ngl)

also the good/best ending is all about lavellan reuniting with her true love, nothing about solas and his feelings. A romanced lavellan is the only one talking about how she feels towards solas, it also borders on desperation for me when she talks to rook. You can decide whether to have her move on or be with him, which is fine if you’re a hardcore solavellan…

but what I find most appalling is on solas’ end all they have is a letter addressed to lavellan on how he wanted to be with her as solas (which is something we already knew from what weekes said YEARS ago), him making a comment to rook about how lavellan is a good person and it was selfish to be with her, he considers her a regret he cherishes more than a victory which is not as romantic as one would think… and that’s it

so yeah, they did solavellan DIRTY

the fact that this has to be stated means that it was not clear and it wasn’t lol

[depressoexpresso-anon]

Ok, here is my breakdown and my thoughts on the ending of Bittersweet Chapter 3.

First off, I wanted to say thanks to Yuuri for blessing us with Bittersweet and this amazing fucking story, as well as the start of Shattered, which I presume, is the start of Auron's story.

This isn't important, but I enjoy that Al's fancy is take-out pasta (fr same). Also, his happy little face thing about it got me like 😊😊😊

Then the conversation between SugerBoo and Al and the trust he has for them is just gold, but it's a tad reckless.

Cause if I was in Al's shoes, I would bring up the gun and talk about the choice they were going to make, if it was a good idea, and what consequences might have followed with their actions.

This also leads to the idea that Al may have possibly known about the gun before the listener left to meet up with Jesse. And what we knew from previous episodes, the choice that they made may have left them going to jail, a possible run-in with Auron, or probably dead.

Also, the reassurance that Al made about being 'pure' is a very nice touch to tie it up. It also leaves me thinking, if Al would do the same speech if the listener did kill Derek. Tbh idk.

Also, the shared dream thing that the trio had. 👀👀👀

I know it's not the same but it's pretty fucking close in my book.

THEN WE GET BLESSED WITH BABY SETH!

I literally lost it when I saw this cause he is so tiny and his hair is basically Crypted Hunter Seth's hair.

If you look at past Jesse and current Seth, he really does look like her.

This shot made me happy (even though it's not happy). Cause for me when I get invested in characters, I wanna know every little detail about that character. So seeing Al's baby picture and a flashback to when Seth was younger made me go 'OOOOOH SHIT!'.

Then this scene is just a chef's kiss honestly.

Cause we get to see Seth finally confront Jesse about all the shit she has done.

And I know he confronted her before in episode 5, but that was with current events. This time it's about his past and all the hurt he felt with her being away.

You can even see on Jesse's face that she is finally realized her mistakes as a mom and is probably feeling so much guilt for putting her son in pain.

SHE IS ALSO CRYING TOO!

Even though this part was short it's what they both needed.

Seth needed to tell his true feelings about his mother and what he felt during the years she was gone. While Jesse needs to face the truth and accept that she had hurt her son, and possibly nothing she can do will ever fully fix her bond with her son.

Then after expressing his emotions he goes from this.

To this

I feel like Seth from Chapter One would just beat the shit out of that wall till his hands were fucked up.

But he didn't.

He realized that he was angry and frustrated and just let it all go.

That is growth.

Cause in the very beginning Al mentioned that Seth grew more angry and bitter when his mother cut ties with him.

So his time by himself and the time with the listener and Alphonse, really helped him with his anger and frustration towards his family and the world.

He's learning to let go of anger and just move on with peace.

Jackie's art = good shit. PERIOD!

Also its urger time.

When Al called Seth a little bitch and was teasing him fr filled me with serotonin.

THEN THIS FUCKER IS JUST!!!

YUMMY

I fr am feral for this man rn. I still need to get to know Auron more to fuck with him. BUT! I am a little slutty whore baby for people who dress nice and do crime.

Like he looks like a mob boss in the 50's and I am LIVING FOR IT DARLING!

Also, the bruises on both of his hands fucking mean that he went ham on Derek.

He probably tortured him as well.

I can just imagine him beating the shit out of Derek behind closed doors and having all of the grunts listen to Derek's screams and begs him to stop.

And when he's finally done and comes out of the office, he gives them all a look of 'do not cross me.', before pouring his own or having someone pour him a drink.

Ok, Tumblr won't let me do more than 10 pictures so ima do part 2.

[erythrum]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 | 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢,𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴,𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵,𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵,𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘢,𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 (𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦&𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹,𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬)

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 @outcrbcnks ,𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 :)

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 5.3𝘬+,𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺/𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰

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Find the gun, find the gun y/n. It was all I could do to keep me calm down in the sewer, the disgusting sewage the covered my body in a thin layer made me nauseated. Kiara was ahead of me leading the way down the tunnel. The light of the drain was coming in to view. Almost there.

"Kie, I think I might throw up," the smell was making me gag.

"God this is fucking awful, why did we let them convince us to do this?”

“If you remember correctly, we are trying to find a damn murder weapon,” I might have said that a bit too demeaningly, but to be fair, I couldn’t ignore the way my boyfriend looked at her. The hardest part was pretending like I didn’t know what was going on.

“Whatever, let's just find this damn thing and get out of here,” Kiara said.

We eventually found our way to where the sewer met the storm drain on the street above. Searching felt like a waste of time, I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to get involved in this bullshit, but I guess dating JJ came with its ‘perks’. Which happened to include searching for a fucking murder weapon at the bottom of a sewer.

I dragged my hands as deep as I could under the nasty water, trying my hardest to keep my head above water.

“People are so shitty,” Kiara said, disgusted by the trash that easily could’ve been recycled sitting at the bottom of the basin.

“Guys! I think I found something,” she held up something that was definitely not a gun, something dead. It elicited a yelp from her throat, definitely not good.

“Is it Gavin? Is it a body?” The sound of JJ emanated through the drain. That was when I heard the water coming.

“Kie, somethings wrong,” she was so caught up on the poor animal she failed to notice the water beginning to flood in.

“Oh shit!” She was starting to panic. Not good not good not good.

“Guys get out of there!” The voices of JJ and Pope slowly being drowned out by the rising water.

Kiara began climbing up the ladder leading to the drain on the street. Adrenaline was coursing through my body as I climbed behind her, the water closing in on me.

“Push Kie!”

“I am y/n, it's too heavy,” the drain was our only escape now. The water was at my chest, inching closer and closer to my neck. The adrenaline made my body act on instinct, but I also couldn’t keep myself calm. It felt like my body was numb as I tried to pull myself up the ladder, closer to Kiara.

I couldn’t keep my head above water now as it rose up above my head. I took the largest breath I’ve ever taken in my life and prayed that JJ and Pope would come lift the drain. Struggling for air was the worst experience I’d ever felt, I couldn’t hold it any longer. The water filled my lungs, it went black after that.

The boys were pulling as hard as they could on the drain. The combined strength of the two alone just wasn’t enough. But someone else had heard the screams of the two girls and came barreling down the street to help.

Pope had a look of horror on his face as Rafe Cameron himself began pulling on the drain as well. The three of them together much more easily pulling the manhole off and onto the street. Water came flooding out as JJ pulled Kiara out, she was sputtering the disgusting muck out of her lungs, begging for air.

“Kie, Kie! Are you alright?” JJ asked.

“She’s still down there,” she struggled to get out, still filling her lungs with clean air.

Rafe was in panic mode, he nearly dove into the water, reaching his torso as far down as he could. He had to find her. He had too. Rafe's head below the water and into the drain, reaching out for her. After what felt like hours, he felt something, grasping on with all his strength and pulling her body out of the sewer.

"Fuck, Pope! She's not breathing, Pope, I swear to god you better know CPR," Kiara was screaming, still in the arms of JJ.

Rafe began pumping his fists down on her sternum in a steady rhythm. All hell broke loose when he plugged are nose and connected his mouth to hers, blowing air into her water filled lungs.

"What the fuck are you doing!" JJ viciously pulled Rafe from her body, throwing him back onto the concrete.

"Saving her fucking life asshole," Rafe pulled himself back up, rushing back over her and continuing to do what her boyfriend could not. He pushed another breath into her lungs, pleading with himself that she would survive.

That was when y/n began coughing up the sludge lodged in her lungs. She was nearly throwing up her lungs as Rafe stared at her, a look of relief washed over his face. He was the first thing she saw when she came to. Then she saw JJ, clinging onto Kiara in a way she'd always knew would happen.

"Y/n! Fuck I'm glad you're oka-," JJ tried reaching out for her.

"Get the fuck off of me JJ," y/n pushed him back, disgusted yet not surprised by his actions. She had just been brought back from the dead and it felt like he didn't even care. The one person who did care was supposed to be her mortal enemy. A million thoughts were trying to process in her head all at once. Having no idea what to do, she picked herself up and began walking as fast as she could away from the group. On her heels was that same kook, the one she hated, the one she couldn't keep off her mind, the one who ruined her life, the one who saved her.

Y/n only made it 30 feet before hunching over and resting her hands on her knees as she heaved onto the sidewalk. Rafe had chased after her, now pulling the drenched hair from around her face. Once she had emptied her lungs of the filth, she only had one thing to say.

“Get the fuck away from me Rafe,” she said, still hunched over. He stood in shock, not knowing what to do next.

"At least let me take you home, for the love of God I literally just pulled you out of a sewer." She hesitated for awhile, finally recognized the car she had been throwing up next too. It was Rafe's truck.

The truck was filled with nothing but silence as they drove, y/n ignoring every word Rafe said. They had been driving in a giant circle around the island with no destination for hours. Finally Rafe pulled over on the side of the road, hazard lights on.

"Listen, y/n, we can't stay in the car all night, and it seems to me like you don't want to go home, I can take you back to Tannyhill, you can take a shower and get cleaned up, we have a guest room, stay the night if you'd like," Rafe said, hoping she would say yes. Y/n let out a deep sigh before speaking.

"Fine," it was all she could muster up. Her heart was hurting. Y/n had come to the realization that her boyfriend instinctually went for Kiara, and that she would always be his second choice. She never wanted to be a second choice, she wanted to be the only choice.

His house was enormous, probably bigger than any she had seen on figure eight. Rafe hopped out of the truck, racing over to the passenger side door to let her out. He led her into the massive home, before arriving at the guest room.

"There's a bathroom through that door, I'll bring you some clothes to wear," he said. She barely let him finish before bolting towards the bathroom door, locking herself in. She laid her back against the door, wondering how in the world she ended up here. It took a moment to take in the beauty a bathroom could hold. She'd never seen anything like it. Marble floors and brilliant gold detailed fixtures. It was easily the nicest thing she had ever seen. Finally, she reached her hand to the shower faucet, turning on a beautiful cascade of water. There was nobody in the world she believed needed something so fancy. Y/n stripped out of her muck caked clothing, tossing it onto those beautiful floors. Stepping into the waterfall was exactly what she needed.

Meanwhile, Rafe ran upstairs, grabbing whatever he could out of Sarah's closet. He ran over and over again in his head what to do next as he raced back down to the guest room. Leave the clothes next to the door? Wait for her to come out of the shower? Before he had a chance to decide, y/n came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. Rafe had a look of shock in his eyes, he never thought he'd see the girl he couldn't keep off his mind here, in his home.

Rafe stuck his arm out, holding the clothes just in front of her. She looked Rafe up and down before gently reaching out for the clothing.

"Thanks," that was all she said before turning around and locking herself in the bathroom again. Y/n struggled to hold her tears in, knowing what she would have to face in the morning. It wasn't an easy decision, but it needed to be done.

It was possibly the best sleep she had ever gotten. The satin pillowcases soft against her cheeks as she slept, the warm comforter encasing her. No interruptions or pogues banging on her bedroom door for her to wake up. Just peaceful sleep.

Y/n laid awake in the bed, sunrise creeping through the curtains, dreading the next few hours. She left the massive home as soon as possible, sneaking out at daybreak, making the nearly hour long walk back to the cut.

Rafe found no trace of her left behind, everything was in its place just as it had been before y/n occupied the room. She couldn't have gotten far.

He caught up to her in his truck, she had only made it maybe a quarter of the way to her destination. Wearing Sarah's clothes he had lent her, she fit right into the neighborhood. She kept her head held high and determined to ignore him.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?"

"Fuck off Rafe," she shoved her middle finger towards his window as he drove along side her.

"So I save your life, let you sleep at my house, lend you Sarah's clothes, and now I can't offer you a ride?"

"Correct, I don't need your help, the only thing I know you to be good for is hookups and rebounds," she said rather matter of factly. He couldn’t lie to himself, hearing her say that made his heart hurt a little bit.

“Whatever, there's a party at Topper’s tomorrow night if you’re interested, but I’ll go ahead and guess your answer is a no,”

Y/n stopped in her tracks, causing Rafe to slam down on his breaks. She finally turned to look at him, a smile growing on her face.

“You’re absolutely whipped.”

Rafe hesitated before driving off, this girl left his head spinning in circles.

Once she reached the cut, y/n made a B-line for the chateau. Finding the rest of the pogues wasn’t hard, they were usually out back up to whatever shenanigans they had planned. JJ especially came up with bad ideas, somehow convincing the rest of the group that they would work. Y/n rested her body against a doorway, finally making eye contact with JJ, then nodding her head back gesturing for him to follow.

They creeped back towards the front of the shack, still trashed from the hurricane.

“Jesus, where were you y/n? I was worried sick that fucking kook hurt you,” JJ hugged her, squeezing as tight as he could. When she didn’t return the enthusiasm, he knew something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” He questioned.

“Listen JJ, this, us, it’s not going to work,”

“What the hell are you tal-,”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about JJ, I've seen the way you’ve looked at her for months, you’re always going to choose Kiara over me, always. I am not a second choice. I know what I saw.”

“Did that kook get into your head or something?” She was sure the others could hear them now.

“It’s not about that JJ, I was fucking drowning and you didn’t even try to help me, I’d probably be dead right now if it wasn’t for him!”

“Oh so it is about him huh? Did you have fun last night curled up in figure eight? Wait wait, I see, he didn’t get into your head, he got into your pants instead didn’t he?” Y/n didn’t know how else to react, slapping him square across his face.

“Don’t you dare, fucking accuse me of that, or I swear to God JJ,” she could barely hold back the anger boiling her blood right now.

“Its over. Done. Have a nice life.” Y/n ran as fast as she could out of the chateau, tears pooling in her eyes, looking for any escape.

The next 36 hours were a daze, and before y/n knew it, she was getting ready for a kook party. What does a girl even wear to a kook party? A nice sundress? Little black skirt and a crop top? How fancy is this supposed to be? In the end she decided to wear a sleek black dress, knowing she would stick out like a sore thumb, regardless of what she wore. Being likely the only pogue in the middle of hundreds of kook's, it wouldn't matter.

Meanwhile, Rafe was already at Topper's house, making preparations for the oncoming chaos.

"Boys, if you see a little y/h/c pogue try to walk in here, let her in," Rafe said, handing each a $100 bill. The two door boys nodded their heads in understanding.

The easiest part was over, now y/n just had to get there. She didn't even know where Topper lived, well, figure eight obviously, but where? Actually, that's a stupid question, just follow all the BMW's and audi's driven by reckless teenagers.

Y/n knew something was off when the two kids stationed at the door let her through without question. Fucking Rafe. He was surely already here, and she was questioning what in the world led her to make the decision to come here tonight.

Rafe found her in the kitchen, downing shots of tequila.

"Didn't expect to see you here y/n," he slid next to her, pouring himself a shot as well.

"Didn't think I'd be here either, I have much better things I could be doing right now," she snickered back.

"So how'd it go when you got back to the cut?" Rafe asked, knowing something had changed.

"Well, I dumped JJ, so I am officially a free woman," she said, downing her next shot.

"And you're taking it well, obviously," he laughed, smiling as he watched her take the shot with ease. In true y/n fashion, she flipped him off before grabbing the bottle of tequila and disappearing into the house. He watched the way her dress clung to her hips as she moved, now more than ever aware of the ache he felt.

Only fifteen minutes had passed before Rafe went looking for her. Searching through crowds and empty rooms, finally finding a door on the second floor that was cracked open. Not locked out, but not to be unfound. He poked his head through the door, not seeing much at first, until his eyes landed on an open window. The cool breeze of the ocean drifted into the room. He climbed through the window and out onto a small section of the roof overlooking the backyard.

As soon as she saw him, she knew there was no escape.

“Ugh,” y/n rolled her eyes, taking another drink from the bottle she had smuggled.

“Excited to see me?” Rafe said as he settled onto the roof.

"How did you guess?"

"Just the fact that you even showed up, your actions speak for themselves," he said rather confidently.

"Do they now? Because it seems to me like you're the one who is stalking me," she let out a giggle.

"Well, I still need Sarah's clothes back,"

Y/n shoved his shoulder, the both of them laughing as she did.

"Mhm, I don't know, I think I look pretty good dressed in kook," y/n passed him the bottle now, he accepted her offer. He had to think long and hard about what to say next, his heart beating relentlessly in his chest.

"More than pretty good," there was a silence between the two, both reading into what he said.

"Y'know, I don't even know who I am anymore."

"And by that you mean?" Rafe asked.

"On this island, it's always kooks or pogues, no in-between, and I thought I was a pogue for the longest time, but I never quite, I don't know, fit in? It sounds fucking stupid, forget it."

"No no, it's not, I feel like we're actually having a conversation, not just bickering at each other, and it's, it's nice," his voice was becoming shaky now. She took a deep breath before continuing.

"I think I'm just in a rut, I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself. All I ever did was for JJ, I gave him everything,” he understood the magnitude of what she had given him.

“And now that we've broken up, I have this new freedom that I don't know what to do with, it was the first relationship I'd ever been in, and at this point I don't even remember how to be single. I hate to say it, but I feel like he took everything I gave him for granted."

Rafe smirked at his thoughts, knowing exactly what she needed.

"Oh what's so funny?” She said.

“You desperately need a rebound.”

“I do not!”

“You do, and I know the perfect guy for the job.”

“And who would that be exactly?” Their witty banter had turned to flirtation, and they were now physically closer than ever. Rafe had his hand cupping the side of her head, fingers tangled in her hair, leaning in closer to her. Her breathing has quickened as his face came closer to hers, knowing what he was insinuating.

The connection of their lips sent shockwaves through her body. It was the first thing in a long time that felt like it made sense. They disconnected for a moment, staring longingly into each others eyes for permission. A sense of understanding overcame them as their lips smashed together once again. Rafe's hand moved lower down to her neck, tracing his thumb to the other side and giving a light squeeze.

"Rafe I, don't get me wrong, I want this, but I don't think it's a good idea right now."

"You're right," he whispered as a whirring noise approached in the distance.

It was maybe thirty minutes past 11, the sound of an approaching boat caught their attention. They both looked at the boat coming to dock on the Thornton's boat dock. Rafe and y/n climbed back into the home, recognizing the boat pulling up to the dock. Rafe raced out the back door, y/n steps ahead of him as anger and adrenaline rushed through her body. She ran down the dock, ready to fight the boy hopping off of the boat.

"JJ, please explain to me why the fuck you are here right now, and it better be a good reason or I swea-,"

"Y/n please, I just need to talk to you okay? I've been thinking about the other day and I just needed to-,"

"Not good enough JJ, you had your fucking chance, got it? I never want to see you again," she had tears of anger streaming down her face, that was when Rafe lodged himself between the argument.

"You heard her pogue," Rafe said threateningly.

"What are you gonna do about it huh?" JJ pushed his hands against Rafe, knocking him back only slightly, Rafe stood solid.

"What am I gonna do?" Rafe shoved him back with all his strength, knocking JJ onto his back.

"I'm only going to say this one time for you," Rafe crouched down, grabbing fistfuls of JJ's shirt.

"Stay," he landed to first punch.

"The fuck," and the second.

"Away from her," finally the third, then forcing him back onto the ground in a sheer competition of dominance. Crowds had gathered around the commotion, watching the kook and pogue battle it out. Y/n felt a sense of relief, someone had finally chosen her.

"You already fucked her didn't you?" JJ struggled to spit out, coughing on the blood lodged in his mouth. Rafe promptly pulled JJ up by his shirt, making sure to look right into his eyes as he made his next threat.

"Stay off figure eight, or so help me God JJ, I will kill you." Rafe tossed the boy back onto the ground, watching as he struggled to pull himself back to his boat.

"Show's over everyone! Get out!" Rafe said, the crowd watching dispersed over fences and into cars, not wanting to face the same fate.

She was the only one who didn't leave. Y/n watched as he came closer to her, pulling her into an embrace.

"I'm sorry y/n, that asshole deserved it,"

"Thank you," her tears were staining his polo as they held each other.

"Also, neither of us are in any shape to drive, so what's the plan?" She asked.

They made the short walk back to Tannyhill, ending up in the same rooms they had been in the day everything changed. When morning came she stayed in her bed, enjoying the comfort she felt in this home. The sudden knock on her door awoke her from her daze.

"Hey, I uh, brought breakfast," Rafe said, holding up the bag of breakfast burritos. Y/n patted the empty place on her bed, inviting him to sit down. They sat and ate in silence, unsure of what to say to one another. Once finished, she ended up snuggling her head into the crook of his neck, arm tossed across his abdomen. Rafe wrapped his arm around her and they stayed there for awhile, simply enjoying each others presence.

Rafe placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, rubbing his thumb across her shoulder at the same time. Y/n looked up at him from her spot on his chest, moving herself up so their lips connected. The kiss was just as good as she had remembered. Rafe began deepening their kiss, pulling her in by the waist with his free hand.

I had woken up. For the first time in a long time I felt it. How it felt to be the only choice for someone, to be at the top of someone's priorities. Feeling his hand pull my waist into his sent lightning through my body, and I've never wanted anything more in my life than right now. I threw my right leg over his hips, anticipating to climb on top of him. I brought my hand up to the back of his head, threading my fingers through his hair.

"Think it's a good idea?" Rafe asked.

I simply nodded my head in response, bringing my mouth back to his. His hands began tracing further down my body, grabbing at my hips as he pulled me in closer. I got the message. I threw myself over him, sitting perfectly in his lap, hair hanging almost in his face. We reconnected and the speed at which we kissed quickened. My arms had snaked behind his neck, my entire body resting on his, legs straddled across his lap.

He was surprised when I removed my mouth from his, only to begin trailing kisses down his neck, towards the collar of his polo. He sat up, leaving room for him to pull his shirt up and over his head. I pushed him back down into the bed as I trailed lower and lower. Reaching the spot I needed most, I unbuttoned his pants, pulling them as far down as I could. He was already hard, clearly anticipating this when he walked into the room an hour ago.

I began leaving kisses down his clothed dick, teasing the throb. But I myself was too in-need to tease for long. I pulled his boxers down, revealing the eager member. Wrapping my hand around him, I pumped it a few times, leaving light kisses all around him. The taste of him spread in my mouth as I took him in. His hands pulled my hair back as I sucked on him, the pace of his breathing becoming more of a pant. One of my hands grasped onto his hips as the other pumped him in sync with my lips.

A shock ran through my body as he flipped me over on the bed. Rafe nearly ripped my shirt in half when pulling it over my head. He sat over me for a moment, taking in the sight of me like he'd been waiting to for so long. Just after, his hands came to either side of my head, propping himself up as he began kissing down my neck, surely leaving bruises. Moving lower to my breasts, he continued, tugging and pulling at the straps of my bra. He was now resting his entire body on me, his elbows at my sides as he started massaging my breasts through the fabric.

"You can take it off, you know," I said.

That was all he needed to hook his hand underneath me, tugging at the clip holding me together. Rafe popped it off with ease, not that I was surprised. His mouth attached itself to one of my nipples, teasing it with his tongue. The cool air hitting the wet spot he left behind causing me to gasp. Meanwhile, he had been rolling the other between his fingers, sending arousal between my thighs. The sensitivity rolling between my hips was begging for more.

Rafe's hands began trailing lower down my body, his mouth not far behind. The ache in my core was growing more and more with every inch he passed, until finally I felt a finger graze over my shorts.

"These need to come off," it was more of a question than a statement.

I nodded, because I needed more. He slid the shorts off of my legs, tossing them onto the ground, leaving my panties on full display for him. Then his mouth moved to my thighs, starting closer to my knees, slowly moving in towards my center. I could feel every breath he made against me, and knew he was just as in-need as I was. It felt like ages before he finally made contact with my core. His lips left kisses over my clothed clit, at this point I was begging for more.

He knew too, knew how much I needed him right now. The wetness soaking through my underwear as he played with me through them, thumb massaging little circles around my clit. My legs shuddered as he did, needing to desperately to be released. His fingers latched underneath the waistline of the fabric, and he pulled them all the way down my legs, exposing every inch of myself, and discarding them on the floor.

I was absolutely soaked, and he had barely even touched me. I could barely imagine what I’d be like once he had. When his fingers finally returned, I was a mess. He was eager too, not even waiting because I was already ready for him. His middle and ring finger teased my entrance, before plunging deep into me. The gasp that came out of my mouth was the loudest I’d ever had, causing my hand to close over my mouth in response. But Rafe didn't care how loud we got as his mouth came down to me, his tongue flicking at my clit, fingers beginning to thrust in and out.

My hips were rolling, legs shaking as the combination of his mouth and fingers pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Whimpers came out as his free hand was grasping onto my stomach, thumb tracing circles below my navel. I tugged at the sheets around me, needing some sort of grounding as he continued fucking me with his fingers. My pussy was aching for more, begging for something bigger to ease the ache.

"Rafe, I need you inside, like right now," I struggled to get the words out. But he wouldn't let up, he was determined. His fingers were moving faster and faster and his mouth was lapping at the wetness of my pussy. I couldn't take it anymore, and my legs closed around his head, squeezing as I came.

I barely had time to recover before Rafe was on top of me, lining his cock up with my entrance, then pushing himself all the way into me. My walls clenched around him as I tried to adjust to his length, but he wasn't waiting. Slowly he began thrusting in and out, plunging himself deeper each time. He reached down to kiss me as he pounded me, hand wrapping around my neck and squeezing.

"Fuck," I squeaked out.

It only got better when he threw my legs over his shoulders, they were nearly at my chest. He pounded into me at a hard but steady pace, and it was driving me to the edge once again. The whimpers coming from me were more than enough to tell him to keep going.

"You like that princess?"

"God, yes Rafe, harder," I pleaded.

He listened, but it was taking a toll on him, his breathing was now broken and unsteady as he thrusted. I could feel his body beginning to tense up on top of me, he was getting close. It was my turn now.

I used all of my strength to flip him onto his back, my legs on either side of him as I began riding him. Rafe's hands came around to my ass as I repeatedly moved up and down on him. Then I laid down on him, arms behind his neck for support as his arms held onto my waist tightly. Rafe propped his legs up for support and began thrusting into me harder than he ever has. The feeling of my walls clenching around him as he pumped into me, using me as a toy.

"Cum in me Rafe, please," but it wasn't a question. I nearly screamed as he released inside of me at the same time I came. We stayed that way for a few moments, simply taking one another in as our breathing steadied.

Finally, I slid off of him, releasing the tension of him inside of me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me as I laid on top of him. I could go to sleep right here if I wanted to. His hand laced into my hair, playing with the ends of it.

"I still need Sarah's clothes back," he laughed.

"Don't think so, consider it the start of my kook wardrobe,"

"To going full kook?" he asked.

"To going full kook."

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[whateverthedragonswant]

Sure there were a lot of Easter Eggs in the season finale but can we talk about the parallels to GoT they threw there?

HotD chose to put distinct differences into their show that clearly display just how off the track Dany was as a would-be ruler. Like, they really did that and I applaud them for it.

I mean, they literally mirrored this scene:

To this scene:

To show us the difference.

In HotD, Rhaenyra has lost one child and is about to lose another. In GoT, Dany has lost Viserion and more recently, Rhaegal, two of her own children. Both are standing at the painted table in Dragonstone with fire in the background, planning what to do about KL and the IT with their councilors.

Rhaneyra: "I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone."

While this line separates HotD from GoT, it also shows us the difference in who said those lines. Two Targaryen daughters who feel they have a destiny that they must meet.

Rhaenyra is planning to prepare the realm for the coming threat, as per Aegon's dream. Dany is planning to start a new world she envisions, hoping to be Aegon come again.

And of course, we have the father parallel/contrast:

Daemon: "You sound just like your father."

Rhaenyra: "My father's dead."

Danenerys: "I'm not my father." (which we know she actually ended up being just as bad as)

...

Lord (sorry, I couldn't hear the name): "Are you considering the Hightowers' terms, Your Grace?"

Rhaenyra: "As queen what is my true duty to the realm, Lord __? Ensuring peace and unity or that I sit the Iron Throne no matter the cost?"

Varys: "I beg you, Your Grace. Do not destroy the city you came to save. Do not become what you've always struggled to defeat."

Daenerys: "Do you believe we're here for a reason, Lord Varys? I'm here to free the world from tyrants. That is my destiny and I will serve it no matter the cost."

...

"Ruler of ash and bone" is different than "queen of the ashes", especially in the wording. Bone is left amongst ash, a consequence of the war Rhaenyra was trying to avoid. Ashes means there is nothing left...but ash. Not even bone survives. And no matter what action Rhaenyra takes now and no matter how this all ends, we know that KL will still be standing when the time comes for the GoT story to start and Dany's arrival.

Two very different Targaryen female rulers indeed.

Bonus:

They're already starting to show you who leans more towards what we've already seen.

Daemon: "Do you acknowledge the true line of succession?" "I'm grateful for your long service to the crown so, I'm presenting you with a choice. Swear anew your oath to Rhaenyra as your queen." "Or if you support usurpers, speak it now. And you will have a clean and honorable death. But if you choose treachery, if you swear fealty now only later to turn your cloaks, know that you will die. Screaming."

Daenerys: "An oath is an oath." "I offer you a choice. Bend the knee and join me. Together we will leave the world a better place than we found it. Or refuse and die." "And I swear this, if you ever betray me, I'll burn you alive." "I am the dragon's daughter and I swear to you, that those who would harm you will die screaming."

Plus:

Daemon: "Dreams didn't make us kings. Dragons did."

Daenerys: "They were terrifying and extraordinary. They filled people with wonder and awe." "They grew small. And we grew small as well. We weren't extraordinary without them. We were just like everyone else."

Not to mention this whole scene where we really start to see the true Daemon come through to the forefront:

And while there's no direct parallels here, this very much sets up a distant parallel between these two relationships:

Daemon: "You cannot bend the knee to the Hightowers, they stole your birthright."

Rhaenyra: "You know my oath reaches beyond our personal ambitions."

*Rhaenyra tells Daemon about Aegon's dream & her destiny*

*Jon tells Dany he's Rhaegar's son & Dany realizes this threatens her claim to the IT which she considers not only her birthright but her destiny*

Daenerys: "What happens when they demand you press your claim and take what is mine?"

Jon: "I'll refuse."

Not to mention how bonded Rhaenyra and Daemon are to their dragons (compared to Aemond and Lucerys), just like Dany and Jon were.

Parallels galore.

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Worth The Eternity: Dark! Bucky x Reader (Vampire AU + Mob AU + Soulmate AU)

This is for @cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge. Congratulations, keep slaying! I wrote this instead of studying, so pray for my paper please lmao.

A/N: This tired girl tried. 

WARNINGS: something between dubcon and noncon present. Triggering, darkish themes.

Summary of sorts: Ever seen Hotel Transylvania 1/2/3? In this AU, mythical creatures exist and have soulmates and you feel a zing if you are blessed enough to encounter them.

"Boss, we narrowed it down to these core three suspects.” A husky voice, slightly muffled by the sack on your head, entered your ears and you had a hard time being calm.

You had been picked up from your office, specifically the basement of Oscorp Industries while entering your sleek silver car. A pinch in your neck and everything comically blurred. Next thing you know, you are waking up with your entire body sore, your muscles and joints screaming and begging for freedom from tight restraints. Your vision is black, as if you are staring into an abyss and your vision is filled with white and red dancing spots forming patterns, maybe from the hours of inactivity.

Muffled noises of protest and scraping of metal against the concrete floor entered your ears and you realized you are not the only one here held captive. You racked your mind for possible explanations but couldn’t come up with one.

You lived a very simple life, even as the vice president of Oscorp industries. No messing around, no rivalries with other employees, no butting heads with the seniors on the Director’s board. Was this a ploy against the company? Or a domination statement against the weaker species, the humans?

Lucky enough for you, you realized you would soon find out as the sound of a shutter opening and metal clanking noisily filled your ears.

“Took you long enough, Scott. Fill me in.” Another brooding voice reprimanded jokingly and a million goosebumps traveled the path of your skin as you involuntarily shuddered.

“Yes Boss. We tracked the missing sum to the account of this man on the left. He has fourteen other accounts under different names and nationalities, pretty hard to trace but not impossible luckily. This proved he is shady so he’s most definitely involved.”

“This ginger on the right, he made the suspicious call with weird words so we believe he pretty much passed the verdict, calling the shots with the codewords. He has had several surgeries, his face is fucking silicon at this point but his DNA showed us his true identity, Mr. Rumlow here is the Consigliere of The Midnight Moon.”

You sat and listened, piecing together whatever you understood. The pack/mob name more than rung a bell, it scared you shitless. You were quick to catch on, realising that you were caught in an inter species scruffle.

“This shit just got interesting folks. Alright, where does Miss Sexy Legs fit in all this?”

The pencil skirt you wore wasn’t the most modest piece of clothing to exist and the spaghetti straps blouse was a bad choice considering the sheer coldness in this warehouse, the temperature only seemed to go down with the entry of your kidnappers but it’s not like you knew this was going to happen.

You could only assume with your legs on display that you were the one being sexualised and talked about.

“We are not sure about her though, that’s why I said suspects. We have proof the call was made from her phone but the videos show her lending it to a creepy stranger at a café. It might be really good acting but it’s highly unlikely. We brought her in because in the transfer of the stolen cash, her account was an intermediary but it’s a good chance that she was tricked when her phone was borrowed by Mr. Rumlow. Also, she’s a human, you see?”

If it was you being talked about, you felt a jot of relief, just a smudge because at least they were aware you weren’t involved in whatever game they were playing. That didn’t necessarily ensure your freedom, but hey, you were willing to take anything at that point.

“That’s the sweet fucking scent I keep on smelling!” The leader exclaimed as if he made a great discovery, a cure for a pandemic or cancer you’d think. His gruff voice almost had a light, cheery undertone to it, too unlike of a man who was wronged and cheated and was close to murdering someone no doubt. These mobsters are always maniacs like The Joker.

“It sucks that you brought her here. She might not be guilty, but now she knows too much. She’d make a good blood bag though. Maybe I’ll just have a taste, who knows?” The ‘boss’ made a disturbing slurping noise and your heart stopped at his words, a tear almost escaping your eye.

Discussion about drinking blood? You were most definitely in The Vamps territory, your assumption about the inter-species conflict true. You had no doubt you were the weakest in this creepy space, the frailest here, most probably the only human.

“Show me the bastards’ faces.” Like the flip of a switch, the joking man swapped his personality and all but growled. You heard the ripping of cloth and a man gagging, his shrieks muffled. Another flurry of movements and another man retching on the fabric could be heard.

“Well, hello Mr. Rumlow. I must say, brown suited you better.” A horde of chuckles made you widen your eyes, even though only black still filled your vision, as you realised there were at least a dozen twisted, sick men in the room. The fact that they were silent as fuck till now only showed you how disciplined and regimented these soldiers were.

“This one has a pretty face, boss.” You felt the sack ripped off you, and your eyes closed with the sudden flooding of the lights. Your eyes sealed due to hours of inactivity and you kept them shut, afraid to face your tormenter.

A cold hand cupped your cheek and straightened your face that was trying to hide itself in your silky locks by curling in your own neck, the cool metal of rings and insanely icy fingers chilling you literally.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” A voice called out behind you and you gathered enough courage to face your impending doom, the air as silent as the calm before a storm.

Your orbs opened and gazed into piercing sapphire blue eyes and everything behind this chiseled face blurred. You could swear a ring of pink and red passed over his eyes and you shuddered again, getting overwhelmed due to the eye contact yourself. This wasn’t the usual anxiety you felt while meeting new people, it was somehow both a pull and a push. An inviting comforting pull and a terrifying, ‘stay cautious' push.

You, a self-sufficient woman, who had been independent for as long as you could remember, suddenly felt half; incomplete in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You felt an attraction, a tug towards the man in front of you, and the absurdity of the thoughts and emotions that popped in your brain made you heave on the gag.

Your intellect couldn’t find a reason, your view on love and romance until now completely conflicted. You believed soulmates to be separate pieces of art that complemented each other when together; then what was this broken jigsaw puzzle sentiment you were having now?

Your wide eyes somehow managed to break free of his stare, panicking and looking around to observe, which wasn’t comforting in the least as men with guns and gadgets filled your vision. You were relatively unharmed in comparison to the beaten lads beside you, one with a bruised face and the other with a bloody one.

The handsome man, the Boss’s stare didn’t leave you through the entirety of your searching around, you were sure they saw you as a scared little rabbit, waiting out its inevitable death.

“Lost in her eyes, Boss?” The sideman cracked what he believed to be the funniest joke in existence, earning laughs of the horde of the soldiers around.

 Your eyes went to the Boss’s face, surprisingly when his left your face to glare a nasty stare on his trusted man. His muscular form raised the forelimb, his hand signaling to stop, that effectively quietened the room to a pin drop silence.

With gentle fingers, the man took off your gag and yours lips quivered, throat too dry to make a noise though. You greedily gulped the air through your mouth for whatever reason, maybe just to move your jaw after hours of inactivity.

Maintaining eye contact was challenging, arduous to say the least. It seemed as if he could read you, find everything about you there is to find by studying the flecks in your orbs. His delicate hands, loosened the ties and you were now more so confused, along with the trepidation.

Just what the fuck was going on?

Bucky had almost lost hope, centuries on this planet and no one to love and cherish, no personal confidante, no soulmate. But good things take time, right? And in his opinion, best things take an eternity. He knows this now.

Expect the unexpected was the truest phrase, idiom whatever it was, in this moment. He had spent countless nights wondering about his soulmate, was she pretty? Ugly? Was she even a she or not? Dumb or witty? He made a lot of scenarios of how they’d meet, the kids, reigning together. He entertained the idea of her being from a different species, a nymph, an orc, maybe a werewolf?

And now that he found her, it was a revelation, a surprise honestly. After all optimism got evaporated, after traveling the dark tunnel for centuries literally, there she was, his beacon of light. Finding her was a wonder, and her being a human was astonishing, a possibility he somehow failed to consider, but he was over the moon cause there she was, right in front of him now. A beautiful, stunning lady in flesh and blood, human flesh and blood, with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. His zing.

He always liked humans, apart from the similar appearances the vampires shared with them, they were always docile and accommodating. In the last few millenniums, after the mythical creatures showed themselves to the world, the humans understood their place and tier pretty early.

They were smart to surrender and be peaceful as all the species came to light, clever to know that even with less numbers they could be overpowered and bloodshed was detrimental to all involved.

He knew he would convert you soon though, your lifespan far too short for his liking, and obviously, now that he found you, you were to rule together. For Centuries.

His happiness was over taken by the realisation that you were not in the most hospitable settings, you were tied and strapped, being preyed on by his men. He made quick work of the restraints, allowing you to breathe by loosening them first. Your scared, trembling form plucked his unbeating heart’s strings, but strangely enough, his brain found amusement and he felt smug. Seeing you tied up and trembling was definitely a turn on for him, noted.

After commanding his foolish men to stop giggling, he leaned closer to you, your aura comforting and intoxicating as he smelled your hair. A divine scent, an addictive one for sure. The goosebumps on your skin confirmed the reciprocation of his connection.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” His husky voice, calming but imposing resonated in your ears, his hand tapping your cheek on the other side. Even though the private statement was whispered for you, the deafening silence made every person witness it.

He leaned back, his hands behind his back as he grinned, tone again light like earlier and commanded, “Get her out of here and cleaned up, tell Nat and Wanda, they’ll know what I mean. Then we’ll deal with these guys here, after the lady leaves of course. No scratch on her from this point forward or you’ll lose a limb. Proceed.”  

All three of you, the hostages were going to get ‘taken care of’ but in different ways.

It had been over twenty hours for sure, you were abducted in the early hours of the morning and now the moon was out again, like one endless night. You remember being escorted to a sleek black car; your limbs ached but you managed to keep up. You tried to keep up with the car’s turns, trying to memorize the streets but your head was pounding and eyes were blurry.

You remembered being led to a suite in an expensive hotel like ones where your conferences were held, being taken to room and given towels to clean up. You didn’t change the dress when given another, the attire being a summer dress even shorter.  A woman came a while later named Wanda who checked the forming light contusions and scuffed skin with hands so delicate, as if you were precious cargo. You were, you just didn’t know.

You didn’t eat anything they provided and after hours of conspiring and overthinking, you heard sturdy footsteps. Since your arrival, only women bothered with you, probably the ones the leader sent. But these were heavier, harder.

The door opened and you glanced up to find the leader who demanded your locking up in this fancy place, his eyes travelling on your form sat up on bed, as you mindfully pulled your skirt down. You were anxious the entire day, dreading your future but nothing was like the restlessness that ran through you in this person’s presence.

Maybe it was the fact he was a vampire, or the leader of a Mob or maybe both, but whatever it was he intimidated you, alarmed you, even though you’ve had only two encounters including the present one. You were smart to be scared, he looked at you like, like you were something to eat, your mind told you.

“Hey.” His raspy voice caught you off guard, not having heard a single syllable out of the women the entire day, your questions being ignored the entire time.

You stared at him warily. Your mind having a myriad of emotions and thoughts. You didn’t want to trigger him, besides the place being armed well, he was a vampire, a beefy one at that and you would be stupid to try anything. Shouting and making a scene was no good either, your best option being the lamest one: to talk it out. You refused to become a willing blood bag.

You let out a long sigh, surprising him somehow, “Look, I have money, resources in the business sphere, information, what do you want? I know I got caught in this by accident, but I’m willing to do a lot of things to get out. Name it and I’ll do my best.” You said with your ‘business deal’ voice, the wise, guiding leader voice from your office.

For some reason though, the man found it hilarious. He slapped his hand on his chest, his boisterous laugh echoing. It wasn’t that good a joke if he believed it to be one. Men, ever so condescending.

“Humans, ever so gluttonous. I don’t want your money, precious.” His term of endearment didn’t fall short to your ears, but you had larger things in play here than a sweet nothing.  

“I have other things to offer, name it.” Within your moral sphere, of course.

“You still don’t get it, do you? And you humans boast you have everything figured about us.”

He neared you and you leaned to the inner area of the bed, refusing to get cornered to the wall if things escalate and wanting to have the option of running away, probably in vain though. With each step he took, a new shudder ran through you because of the closing distance between your bodies, it getting triggered in unexplainable ways.

You didn’t need to say words to prompt him to explain, your scrunched eyebrows already doing that mission. “You should feel it too, you know? The goosebumps, the bewilderment in your insides, you’re intoxicated by my very presence too, aren’t you?”

The more he neared, your breaths quickened visibly, his words becoming truer. Your skin heating, mind losing a bit of consciousness. His presence didn’t affect you to this extent in the warehouse, but now? You were putty, almost incapable to think. You tried to roll over to the other side but your plan failed because he caged you with his bulky hands on your shoulder, body diagonal across yours. With how slow and out of it you were, he didn’t even need his heightened speed to trap you.

“Oh, it’s kicking in, isn’t it? The realization, the surge of love and lust? To be held and cherished and be full of me?” He smirked at your trembling form, your chest heaving and weak arms trying to push him off.

“I’ve read humans feel flushed, hot, so let’s get you out of these scraps, yes?” He slid off the thin straps while you mumbled a very unconvincing ‘stop’. Both actions were pretty pointless because he wouldn’t stop, you both knew that and also, he ended up taking the top off over your torso the normal way.

Your hands barely managed to land themselves on his wrist to pull them off, but the foolish limbs ravished in the feel of his cold skin instead. It was like a high you had never experienced and your body wanted more. It was already addicted to the feel of this stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

He unzipped the skirt, your pathetic body no longer even fighting him as he rambled on. “Among us vampires, well not much to tell but we’re all freezing cold when we find our ‘zing’. Like every normal day. Except for the inability to think and the need for their mate’s blood, of course.”

He came back up to kiss you, his body now in line with yours as one hand held your cheek and the other groped your breast. You had an out of body experience, feeling disgusted for reciprocating the kiss but also wanting more of that, more of him.

He trailed down your neck to your collarbone and you gasped for air, your thoughts incoherent. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, removing the bra sometime in between as you heaved. He wanted nothing more than to rest in those swells for an eternity.

As soon as cold air hit your nipples, one was being sucked while other was being pinched. The nameless stranger alternated between licking like a kitten and sucking like a baby on the breasts. Your rational part felt gross but the dominating side was the one experiencing delight.

He kissed down the sternum, to your bellybutton and then hovered above the thin, flimsy underwear. His hands slid down your sides, down the curve of your waist and hooked themselves at the cloth’s side, pulling them down in a swift motion.

Your legs quaked, trying to close themselves but one muscular arm on your thigh was able to hold them off, throw one away from the other. He leaned down and you were pathetically still under his muscles, your lower limbs either not daring to move or not wanting to.

You wrapped your hands around your torso to hide a bit of yourself, but did that really matter in the larger picture of the events unfolding right now?

You closed your eyes, tears already escaping since minutes ago as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. A cold sensation on your little button caught you off guard; an infinitesimal fraction of time later, an inhale reached your ears.

You looked down, opening your eyes to find the man smelling you, his Grecian nose poking through your folds and taking in sniffs of your intimate part.

“Please sto-”      

“The scent at its source, so fucking divine. I want a taste.” With that, your sentence got interrupted by his words and then by his action as his tongue licked away. It sucked on the bead, delving in the cavity there pretty fucking deep and he slurped away like he pretended to do when you were blindfolded.

Your back arched like a gymnast, hands that were folded across your chest clawing at your own skin, leaving marks behind. His hands were hooked around your thighs and they threw your legs on his shoulder some point in between. When he thrusted three fingers at once, an audible wheeze left your lips, your noiseless gasps now hoarse ‘Aah’s and you could feel him smirk.

There a also a lot of teeth involved with his razor sharp canines that appeared out of nowhere during this and when he thrusted his fingers particularly hard with his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, you shamelessly let go of the inside flow.

It felt humiliating and mortifying, your body glowing with the aftereffects of descending into bliss while your mind wanted to cry. Your soul was surprisingly content with what unfolded, at peace. You hated the diversity of emotions you felt, revolted to find even a bit of positive sentiment at your assaulter’s actions.

While your inner monologue happened, the man got up and out of his clothes painfully quick. You tried to sit your up, feebly trying to escape but ineffectively so. Your eyes couldn’t meet the handsome stranger’s nor did you want to see him naked and removed him form your eyeline, making you get caught off guard when his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, finishing the small distance you managed to crawl up.

His hands left their place as he kissed his way back up your flushed skin, from the swell of your ankle to the swell of your stomach. He licked away the drops of blood around the crescent scratches left by your nails under the intense ecstasy he forced upon you. Then he continued his journey from the swells of your chest to the swell of your cheek, taking you in a fiery, needy yet affectionate kiss.

Your surroundings blurred a second into the kiss, mouth and skin hungry for his touch alike. A thrust had you painfully gasp as you were stretched unlike ever before, impaled to a depth unlike ever before. He kissed away your tears that continued to spill on command of your ashamed mind and leaned back to look into your eyes, a pretty pink passing over them for a fleeting second.

His blue orbs bore into yours and you almost believed he loved you by the intensity of his gaze. At this moment in time, nothing but you two mattered, connected and finally together. How you got here didn’t matter, how unwilling you were didn’t matter. This felt right, felt necessary and was worthy of everything you went through. The rational part seemed to die the instant you two physically connected and somehow, everything and nothing made sense.

But you felt complete.

Your lips captured his of their own accord, and you both smiled into the caress of your lips while he began thrusting, one hand on your waist, the other supporting his weight. Out of breath, he leaned back, still thrusting though, and gazed at you. “Scott back there, he called you pretty, that’s practically an insult. The way you look right now, you’re much more than beautiful. You’re ethereal, my Zing, the loveliest in existence.”

His genuine words tugged at your heart. For some reason you believed him, had confidence in his feelings. Your foreheads connected as he quickened, his hand caressing your skin, the cool against your warm skin soothing. It didn’t take long for you to let go again this time; your previous resolution already dissolved. He neared your ears and whispered, “I want you to scream my name. It’s Bucky.” You nodded absentmindedly, chasing the high.

One particular thrust paired with his canines piercing your skin made you cry out “Bucky!” and you felt him smirking in your neck, lapping the blood. You wilted in bliss and your eyes closed, warmth filling you minutes after. Your eyes were dazed and you felt ‘Bucky’ shift, removing his towering frame from you, a goofy smile on the chiseled face.

With mind free of the aforementioned disapproving thoughts, you checked out his handsome face. It was like you saw him in an entirely different light now.

He gave you a quick peck, his hands cradling your face and he spoke with the utmost sincerity. “You are worth the wait, precious. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever to compensate. I’m never letting you go.”

[separatist-apologist]

I’m so confused on how wanting Elain to leave the Night Court = misogyny. Like we’ve been in the NC for the past 4-ish books and it’s getting a bit boring. Also, how is she being “taken away from her sisters” when she can literally be winnowed back to Velaris in a second?

So I want to be known as the blog that roasts fictional men + likes star wars without any irony. In that vein, I don't care about e/riel theories. However, maybe it's worth saying this once to offer some of my peace to the rest of you.

It doesn't NEED to make sense. If they were looking for cohesive theories, we could have interesting conversations about Elain. This is literally about shutting down anyone with a different interpretation and shaming people into silence. After all, if someone weaponizes the language of social justice for a series of books that are DEEPLY heteronormative and steeped in patriarchal norms dressed up like sexy feminism, that can cause well meaning people to panic and reevaluate. "I don't want to be seen as problematic," or "Maybe I should reexamine why I like this" or even "I'm a bad person for liking this"

I'm tired of pretending that shit isn't intentional. I'm tired of being told in books where men routinely sexually and physically assault their partners that it's wanting to see Elain do the thing she always said she wanted to do (travel) is the ACTUAL misogyny. I'm tired of being told if you don't think gardening and having babies are a personality you're a misogynist from people who don't care about women's issues outside of shoving their ship down peoples throats. It's the height of fandom activism which IS NOT REAL ACTIVISM. "i can bully people for their fun escapism if I think they're wrong about a pretend character" and they'll say the most OUT OF POCKET shit in defense of Elain. Cool. Very feminist.

But also, it's the constant cherry picking that makes it like pulling teeth. "You don't respect her CHOICE" babes he told her it was a mistake and she returned the gift. Why won't you respect those choices? She handed it back, if we're Elain stans why do we have to construct elaborate theories we're passing off as canon instead of respecting that at least for now, Elain is stagnant and not the subject of anyone's romantic lust. He wants to eat her out, okay??? Welcome to all four years of the college experience, how many of those people did you marry? Oh none of them? Wild. We're in his head, he never once thinks of her in non-sexual terms and yet it's canon proof they're in love and we're disregarding it.

We're crackshippers who deserve to be bullied on twitter by people who literally do nothing else but talk shit on ships they swear will never sail. Ok. Reeks of insecurity and too much time on your hands but whatever. It's literally not about cohesion, it's not about an interesting story (because apparently they're already pregnant and the story is happening in the background which begs the question- why give her a book a all if you can heal her off page and give her an off page romance?), it's not about uplifting marginalized voices or respecting women. It's "i'm right, you're wrong, and I can make you feel bad about it if you question anything I've said."

It's also, just as my last little thing, really boring. If you've read all of SJMs books, which I have, you'd recognize her formula. All of her heroines follow a very similar, predicatable trajectory. And while she definitely changes things up when new things become interesting (Rowan in book 4, keeping Hunt in CC), "four" books of build up is not compelling evidence when you consider how much SJM loves mates, loves heroines living at rock bottom, and the men who complement them in obvious way. Fire and wind? Lightning and stars? Lady Death and the Lord of Bloodshed...and the gardener and the son of Day Court.

Come the fuck on.