#day 3 of performing mouth to mouth on this fandom

[shinhyunjin]

── .✦ fan service.

⟢ pairing: bang chan x female!reader

⟢ genre: fluff, idolverse, friends to lovers (kind of)

⟢ word count: 2.3k

⟢ summary: when you and chan were expected to do tons of fan service because of how much your fans loved your interactions, it was only fair to take a little advantage of it at times.

⟢ author’s note: helloo, this is a request from @cant-see-sam, who asked for “something where she gets protective over one of her younger members and chan is just like one the corner giggling and kicking his feet” hehe. i don’t know if this is close to what you had in mind, but i enjoyed writing it and i hope you enjoy reading it<3

“Loverboy’s staring again” your second to oldest member, Kyungmi, let you know with a smirk.

She didn’t need to mention who was staring at you for you to know it was Chan, and you loved the thought of it so much that you found yourself fighting the smile that threatened with curving up the corners of your mouth.

“Don’t call him that” you murmured.

“He is, though” she pushed it, looking over your shoulder to the idol she was shamelessly throwing under the bus. “All he can see from over there is your back, yet he’s been stealing glances every two minutes”.

“Kyungie…” you warned her, carefully looking around and making sure there were no cameras pointing at your table—thankfully, there weren’t any. “There are cameras everywhere,” you reminded her regardless. “Be careful with what you say”.

She shrugged, lying back on her chair as her eyes went to the Award’s stage in front, which was now filled with staff members rushing from one side to the other as they prepared it for the next group to perform.

“There’s nothing interesting happening over here right now, they won’t bother filming us just yet”.

“Still…” you leaned back on your chair as well. “There are fans in the venue”.

“And they love your interactions with him!”

Rolling your eyes at her cynical excitement, you remained quiet—her words being far too truthful for you to even try and deny them.

Openly being friends with an idol of the opposite sex was always a hit or miss—people either loved it and asked for more interactions, or they hated it and wanted you to stay as far away from each other as possible.

Luckily for you and Chan, his fans, as well as yours, had loved your friendship ever since he first mentioned you in one of his weekly lives back in the day.

He didn’t think much of it when he did, as he had mentioned a handful of other idols before. He simply read a comment asking if he got along with the girl group that had recently debuted under JYPE—that being your group—and his genuine answer ended up with him bringing you up; mentioning how out of all the members he was the closest to you, since you were the leader and, as a very inexperienced one who wanted to do her best, you used to turn to him for advice.

That simple mention of your name was all it took for the fans to go wild, asking for more and more interactions between the two of you as the time went on, to the point the company itself would make sure to put the two of you together for dance challenges, variety shows, special stages, and whatnot.

It was fan service at its finest—until it was not.

You were both human, at the end of the day. It didn’t take long for the two of you to discover how much you had in common, and the chemistry you shared was so strong that it was impossible to ignore. And so, what started with your company forcing you together for clout, ended up with the two of you becoming closer than they expected.

What started with casual corridor conversations soon turned into daily chats over texts and casual video calls, where you would talk about anything but work, and you would find yourself blushing over his dorky—yet smooth as hell—way with words.

Just like that, although most of your interactions in front of the cameras were planned by the company in order to make your fandoms happy and increase your groups’ popularity, sometimes even taking it one step further by telling you what to do or say, since both you and Chan were quite private and definitely needed a push or two to act in front of everyone the same way you did when the cameras were off, it came a point when you simply let loose.

Fan service or not, whether it seemed too much to the viewers or not, you started to act just as close as you were regardless of there being cameras pointing at you or not.

A dream for many, as not all idols got to publicly interact with each other without having either rumours or hate spreading all over.

Unfortunately for you, however, sometime along the way of your forced proximity, bickering turned into flirting and friendly smiles turned into heart eyes—each day making it harder for both of you to hide your growing feelings from the media.

That seemed to be the case for Chan that night, as he found his eyes being drawn to you every couple of minutes. But what else was he supposed to do when your table was right next to theirs, and his seat gave him the perfect view of you? Well, the perfect view of your back, but still of you nevertheless.

And, well, you weren’t doing any better either, for you found yourself turning around to look at him after Kyungmi stole another glance his way and smirked over how amusing the situation was to her. Your eyes locked with him immediately, feeling your heart flutter and laughing under your breath when he tried to play it cool by looking at the stage instead.

You had already caught him red handed, though, and you could only feel relief and shyness altogether when it was confirmed to you that Kyungmi wasn’t just making it up for the sake of teasing you.

“Maybe we should invite him to sit with us,” Kyungmi proposed. “The fans would love that”.

“Stop” you laughed this time, hiding your face in your hands for a moment before you watched everyone get off the stage, as the next performance was apparently about to start. “Should I call the girls to rush back here? I think Aespa is coming up and Yumi really wanted to watch them”.

Kyungmi shook her head no, gesturing towards their empty seats. “The dorks left their phones here. I’m sure Yumi’s already dragging Soomin over here, though”.

“We’re here! We’re here!” Yumi announced a little out of breath, reaching your side as if on cue.

“The line to the restroom was so long,” Soomin whined, not wasting another second to slump down on her seat next to you. “I thought we wouldn’t make it back in time”.

“But we did, right?” The youngest asked, going around the table to her seat. “Aespa hasn’t performed yet?”

“No, th—”

Your words were caught in your throat when, just as Yumi was about to sit down, a staff member pulled her chair and took it with him.

She managed to catch her balance in time not to fall to the ground—with some help from Soomin, who had instinctively held onto her upper arm rather forcefully—, but watching her lost eyes as they followed the man and the idea of her having fallen down because of his careless action, were enough for you to call him out before he could leave.

“Excuse me, she was using that” you tried to sound as polite as you could, considering how you had to raise your voice in order for him to hear you from across the table.

He turned to you with an annoyed semblance, and you could already tell this wouldn’t be a pleasant exchange. “She wasn’t sitting on it”.

“But she was about to,” you argued. “That seat was assigned to us, can you please give it back to her?”

“Another group is missing a chair and I have instructions to take one to them”.

“Well, can’t you look f—”

“Y/N…” Yumi tried to ease the situation, carefully speaking up. “I’m okay, I’ll just go look for another one”.

Her words were like fuel to the guy in front, who took that as his chance to get out of there and trotted away from you before you could utter another word.

With a defeated sigh as you watched him leave, and with a visibly upset Yumi who was just left standing there as she had nothing to sit down on now, you stood up.

“Yumi, come here” you motioned towards your seat, pulling the chair back for her to sit down on instead.

“I’m okay, really” she shyly tried to reassure you the moment she realised what you were doing—still, she went up to you like you told her. “I’ll go look for a spare one”.

“Come on now, you’re way too shy for that” you smiled softly, receiving a genuine smile from her in return—both your heads turning to the stage when the lights went down and the performance she was looking up to the most began. “Let’s just enjoy the show for now and I’ll go look for a chair afterwards”.

Yumi’s smile now parted her lips, brightly showing her teeth as she agreed with you, and quietly thanking you before she took the seat you were offering her.

Placing your hands on her shoulders and quickly getting too immersed in the show taking place before you, you were completely unaware of the guy that was looking at you from afar, and how he needed to bring a hand up to his mouth and fake out a cough, in order to play it cool and—poorly—hide the big smile that was beginning to part his lips.

“What happened?” Felix asked him with furrowed eyebrows, leaning closer to his leader since the music currently playing made it hard to hear.

“She’s so cute” Chan answered, allowing his smile to take over yet still hiding his mouth under his hand.

Felix smiled, shaking his head and looking over to you, as he did not need his leader to mention your name for him to know he was talking about you.

“Did we just watch the same scene play out before us a minute ago?” He teased him. “Yumi literally got her seat taken from her and you’re laughing”.

“I’m not laughing about that,” Chan corrected him. He was mad about the whole situation, of course. “I just think Y/N’s cute when she gets all protective”.

“More like you think she’s cute all the time”.

“Whatever,” Chan rolled his eyes, knowing there was no winning this fight, for he could not cover the sun with a finger. “Can you go give my chair to her? I’ll go look for a spare one for myself”.

“Look who’s being all protective now,” Felix chuckled. “I mean, I could go up to her and give her your chair, but I’m sure everyone would take it the wrong way”.

“People might take it the wrong way if I do, too…”

“Everyone thinks you’re just friends, they’ll love the fan service”.

“We are just friends, though…”

Felix laughed—the sound of it overpowering the one coming from the stage. “Okay, whatever you say. I’ll look for a spare seat, you go give your friend your chair” he proposed with a taunting smirk. “I don’t think she’ll take it as a platonic gesture, though”.

Chan shook his head in defeat, resting against the back of his chair and focusing on the performance taking place on the stage instead.

God, he wished you wouldn’t take it as a platonic gesture. It was hard to draw the line when your interactions were expected to be merely friendly.

As soon as the performance ended and the lights were back on, he channeled the courage he had been earning up for the last minute and stood up, grabbing his chair and bringing it with him all the way to your table.

He could feel your members’ eyes focus on him the moment he reached it, yet you were too focused gushing about the show with Yumi to even notice him standing right behind you.

So, with a small tap on your shoulder, he brought your attention to him.

“Um…” he hesitated when you turned around and your eyes met his, feeling his confidence abandon him as it hit him just how much more beautiful you looked up-close. “Here”.

Feeling your piercing stare on him as he placed the chair on the space Kyungmi had just made for it by sliding her chair to the side, he couldn’t ignore the goosebumps on his skin. And when you were still far from saying anything after he rested his hands on the back of your new seat, he couldn’t help the breathy, nervous laugh that escaped his lips.

“Don’t tell me you actually wanted to stand for the rest of the Awards and I brought a chair over here for nothing”.

“N-No, um… thank you” you breathed out, feeling your heart pounding against your chest. “I didn’t think there were any seats left”.

“There weren’t” he laughed.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Please don’t make me say it and just take the chair” he felt his cheeks burn.

Feeling your face heat up like only he could make it, you decided to take it easy on him and not push for an answer. Instead, you smiled at him and nodded before you took the seat he was offering—feeling your heart race all over again when you did and he gently pushed you closer to the table.

You looked up to him with a smile, covering your mouth just in case before you said, “You just went a little too overboard with the fan service there, don’t you think?”

He chuckled, shaking his head and looking down at you with a smile. “It stopped being fan service a long time ago now, didn’t it?”

Hearing your members giggle, and turning around to see his members shaking their heads as they looked at him with amused grins, Chan realised that maybe this particular interaction would be hard to defend as a platonic one.

The image of the heart eyes you were looking at him with right before he went back to his table, though, was enough for him not to worry about a thing and to be over the moon for the rest of the night.

Fan service came in many ways, after all. He just got lucky enough to be able to court the person he had feelings for while at it.

[sleepingdeath-light]

black sapphire cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (12/02/25), rinnstar (17/02/25) & anonymous (20/02/25)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; black sapphire cookie

outline ; “hello!!! i know that he quite literally just came out, but if you ever plan on writing about him then,,, can i please request black sapphire cookie smut, preferably with a fem reader? the new story got me in SHAMBLES for him (im 19 btw!)”

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“Hii, can I ask for Black Sapphire cookie nsfw hcs? (Also sorry for resending the request, but I resend it to confirm that you can see I'm not a minor.) also have a great day :3”

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“I absolutely love your work and I’m so hype to finally catch the requests open!

Black Sapphire Cookie w/ gender neutral S/O headcanons? (Relationship/Fluff + Smut) I’m 19!

Thank you for considering mine!

Also if I could stay anonymous ty!! ^^”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, switch!black sapphire cookie, brat!black sapphire cookie, edging, teasing, various forms of pain play mentioned, bondage, exhibitionism, facial, humiliation

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

black sapphire cookie is, first and foremost, a massive and very versatile switch. he’s happy to act as your dominant or as your submissive (though he only make it easy for you no matter what role he’s filling), but no matter what he does have a distinct preference for topping

sure he can bottom and will if you beg him really really nicely, but it’s still just not his favourite thing to do

even when he’s acting as your submissive in bed black sapphire cookie refuses to make things easy for you, taking advantage of his extensive knowledge of your person to figure out exactly which buttons to push and when in order to get the exact response from you that he wants. in other words: he’s a fucking brat

and when he’s acting as your dom he alternates between being an endearing tease and just straight up mean. he’s vocal, he’s touchy, he knows exactly what to say to drive you up the wall, and he always seems to know exactly what you want him to do without you needing to tell him… but he will refuse to give you what you want until you beg for it

asshole

a solid 90% of what comes out of his mouth in the bedroom is teasing and/or somewhat degrading remarks that are intended to get a rise out of you (either to frustrate you into roughing him up a bit when he’s subbing, or to tease you until you’re a teary-eyed flustered mess when he’s domming)… and the remaining 10% is moans and groans and cries that are just broken enough to perfectly toe the line between obnoxiously loud and arousingly shameless

loves to edge and be edged, but he gets a particular sort of pleasure from denying you your orgasm over and over again until you’re literally sobbing and begging for him to let you cum… you just look so cute when you’re crying and frustrated that he can’t help himself sometimes

(and your watery broken voice crying out for his touch and attention and his cock may or may not be his favourite sound in the world… but that’s another point entirely)

he can put on a fantastic show of begging for you (your body, your touch, your mouth on his cock, etc.) and he does come across as convincing most of the time, the only way to tell whether or not he’s being genuine is to look at his lips and his fingers — if his lips are twitching ever so slightly downward, like he’s trying desperately to stop himself from frowning, and if his hands are starting to flex and tremble where he’s holding them, then he’s actually much more desperate for you than he’s letting on and is toning down his begging to spare his ego a bit

his punishments for you are always on the more elaborate side, bordering on performative at times while still managing to be at least somewhat pleasurable for you both: suspension paired with degradation and ruined orgasms, making you hump his shoe in front of an ‘audience’ (illusions) while he recites your each and every infraction like a judge informing a defendant of their final sentence, using you as a glorified cocksleeve and pumping you full of cum while refusing to let you finish even once until he’s satisfied, stripping and restraining you and making you cum over and over again on a toy until you’re sobbing out apologies and begging for the real thing, etc. — he’s very creative

as touched upon previously, black sapphire cookie is very comfortable with bondage — both when it comes to safely and securely restraining and suspending you, and when it comes to being restrained himself — and he has a particular knack for being able to keep the act of bondage particularly exciting. he’ll bring out new equipment (stretchers, hooks, chains), try out new knots, bind you in new positions, incorporate other kinks, and so on — needless to say things never get boring or stale with him

has no problems with putting on a show for you — or with you, as long as the audience is only made up of illusions — and gets really into it when he does. like he fully leans into his persona as an entertainer, makes all of his reactions more dramatic, maintains eye contact with you to make sure you’re watching everything he does, and makes sure to involve his audience in his performance (asking questions, calling out to you, ‘begging’ you to come help him out, and so on). he’s… really good at keeping an audience invested, to say the least

the most sexually sensitive parts of his body are his stomach and his hips, but he always tries his best to play off any reactions he gives to you touching/groping/kissing those areas as something done in jest or at least something he’s exaggerating for your sake. don’t believe him, though, those high-pitched moans and whimpers are 100% genuine

when you go down on him his favourite place to finish is on your face — bonus points if you lick it all up afterwards, but he doesn’t mind what you do after he’s cum since its just the sight that gets him going. and when he goes down on you he much prefers having you straddle and ride/fuck his face over anything else (and he swallows everything you have to offer, but that’s mainly due to him being a bit of a show-off in bed)

loves to experiment with new positions to the point where he’ll just randomly switch things up in the middle of having sex with you, but the full nelson and doggy style both have a particularly special place in his heart

loves the way you look in his clothes, especially his jacket and tie, and if you manage to catch him off guard by wearing his stuff and nothing else then he’ll be all but stumbling over his own feet in his efforts to get to you and ruin you

[starleska]

i just had an ancient fandom memory unlocked which i need to share with you all 🙈 many of you are far too young to remember the halcyon days of early-2010s-Tumblr...particularly a pre-Once-ler Tumblr. so there may be a good chunk of you who weren't present for the insanity that was the Portal fandom, and specifically the fixation around Wheatley: one of the earliest Tumblr Sexymen 😳 so strap in for a little Tumblr Sexyman History...!!!

meet Wheatley, your companion and later-turned-antagonist in the enormously beloved Portal 2. bumbling and never able to shut his digital mouth, Wheatley is a Personality Core: a type of artificial intelligence housed in a metal sphere, developed by Aperture Science. specifically, Wheatley is an Intelligence Dampening Sphere. he was developed to attach to GLaDOS, the main antagonist of the whole series, to distract her with a litany of terrible ideas 😂

however, Wheatley doesn't remain amiable for long. in a scheme to dethrone GLaDOS and escape the facility you (or your playable character, Chell) are trapped in, you perform a core transfer, placing Wheatley in GLaDOS's chassis. the sheer power of being in control of the entire facility immediately goes to Wheatley's head, transforming him into an evil, sadistic, Machiavellian figure who forces you to perform test after test for his own satisfaction. also, he has a British (Bristolian!) accent. you can see the recipe for obsession, right? 😂💖

however, this was a time wherein fandom tastes were a little different. while today we are delighted to obsess over characters with unusual designs (and particularly thirst over characters of the robot/android/objectum/etc. variety), 'White Twink Humanisation' was rife in the early 2010s. if you've seen humanisations of Bill Cipher and ideas of what Cecil Palmer looked like, as well as the site's preoccupation with pale gangly weirdos (David Tennant and Matt Smith's Tenth and Eleventh Doctors come to mind), you can imagine that the urge to humanise Wheatley was huge.

enter Stephen Merchant: Wheatley's actual voice actor, who just so happens to be a six-foot-seven, gangly, nerdy British guy. fanfic author Wafflestories wrote an extremely well-known Wheatley redemption fic called Blue Sky, wherein Wheatley is able to control a hard-light human version of himself...who bears a striking resemblance to the real-life Stephen Merchant. the Portal fandom unanimously decided that human Wheatley looked just like Stephen Merchant—a design trend we still see today!! 😳 here's where the cursed forbidden memory comes in. we were so goddamn obsessed with Wheatley. we wanted to see him as a human so badly. so we went through Stephen Merchant's filmography, and...

this is Tracy, Stephen's character in Tooth Fairy (2010), starring Dwayne the Rock Johnson 😂 Tracy is a wingless caseworker fairy assigned to the Rock's character Derek, an ordinary man who becomes a tooth fairy against his will. Tracy is...unhinged. bizarrely intense. a delightfully weird and memorable character in a movie that can only be described as a fever dream, played with idiosyncrasies only Stephen Merchant is capable of. i recently found out it was directed by Michael Lembeck, who directed both The Santa Clause 2 and The Santa Clause 3 🙈💖 yes. for some ungodly reason, plenty of us Wheatley simps decided that not only was Stephen Merchant the faceclaim for human Wheatley...but this specific iteration of Stephen Merchant as a wingless tooth fairy. Tracy had his own little dedicated fanbase complete with ask blogs and fanart and extended Tooth Fairy lore. of course Tracy's popularity was helped along by his dapper dress sense and his...interesting personality. there was even a joking trend called 'Tracy Goes Insane 2011', wherein fans made a significantly more yandere, knifemurder-esque version of Tracy after he finally snapped. truly incredible 👏 so there you have it. we all started simping for a silly little metal ball who got drunk on testing juice and went full Joker mode, decided that he needed to resemble his tall, handsome voice actor, and consequently became obsessed with his stint as a deranged tooth fairy. and so it shall be written. thanks for reading 🙏💖

[tulisydan]

What are the top 5 most underrated bojere moments that actually have the ability to save and heal the universe if the world just saw their true potential?

Oh no. Only 5??? I have like hundred. This needs some serious thinking…

Not in particular older:

1. Crush

Jere being asked if he has a crush with someone from the competition and him being all khihih giggle giggle blushing. Bojan being asked the same question later and him answering that of course he had a cruch. With someone who he spent a lot of time with.

2. Bojan spiraling when Jere was at Alessandra’s gig at Tavastia.

Bojan was posting some very restless stuff on his instagram while Jere, Häärijä and Alessandra were having so much fun at the backstage of Tavastia. Then he wrote this very normal comment under Alessandra’s pic where she, jere and häärijä were shirtless:

Bro never even comments on Alessandra’s social media posts.

3. Bojan posting drunk-Jere’s face after he left Finland

”Airport vibez” give me a break, dude just needed an excuse to post that silly cute face and his silly cute hair. He probably was crying his eyes out while watching back all the photos of Jere he took. All close-ups of course.

4. Jere being mystifyed by Bojan’s vacation behavior.

Okay I don’t know if this is that underrated but it’s STILL too underrated because I think about it all the time! And not just the stuff he says but his serious fucking expression when he says it! His huge, serious eyes and a little nod after ”he only read book”. Looking at Jan like he’s waiting some big reaction. No way! A Book! He’s so weird! Instead he got: What book it was? Idk some Finnish guy, it doesn’t matter Jan!!!

Also the serious way he says: bojan is a seacret man. I don’t know all the thing of Bojan. But I love.

5. The second seacret hug after Ruisrock.

What’s the first thing you do after the concert Bojan? Running to Jere to give him a long and hard hug? Okay.

I’m weak. Under the cut some honorable mentions:

- Bojan noticing fan’s bulbasaur hoodie and blurting ”Bulbasaur” in Jere’s accent. He probaly didn’t even realize he said it out loud at first.

- Jere singing Frontside Ollie by Robin to Bojan after they arrived from Cyprus. Why did he do that? What else he sings to him?

- Bojan blushing, twirling his hair and kicking his feet when he finally got Jere’s attention when Joker Out was being ”interviewd” by Käärijä in the Sauna.

- Bojan’s comeback to instagram while he was in Finland. Twice. But the one during nordic tour is close to my heart when he posted cute pic of Jere with a wig on.

- Jere’s instagram live with his dancers, asking them ”why do I keep saying Carpe diem” and them being all ”hmm wonder why”.

- The airport video is very underrated. Bojan mouthing ”love you” and then running away. Jere’s ”I miss you” when he JUST left. Bojan turning around like three times and at the final time Jere stopping filming (cause he run to hug him one last time)

- Jere liking fan made videos of Bojan on instagram. Especially the video where Bojan is being gentle with a fucking demon baby and the one with bojan smiling and laughing while All of me is playing in the backround.

- Bojan imitating Jere ONE DAY AFTER he met him for the first time. Already so fucking fond of him and thinking he has a cutest accent in the whole world.

- When after the cruise gig Jere talked with some fans and a fan showed him their fan art and Jere only paying attention to the ones that were drawings of Bojan.

- when a fan asked Bojan about Baby Lasagna and he answered that he doesn’t like his eurovision song/performance because it’s way too similiar with Cha cha cha (Cue some stupid fandom drama where Bojan was once again the worst person in the WORLD for saying this sigh let him stand up for his man!!)

- Jere becoming all of a sudden Slovenia’s number 1 fan in eurovision 2023 right after he met Bojan. Not transparent at all.

- when they were bowling last february, Bojan’s name on the scoreboard was Anže, a Slovenian NHL-player. Obviously this means that Bojan was playing ice hockey with Jere and his friends that morning.

- Jere filming Bojan at Turku. Bojan smiling because he felt that Jere was being very close to him, only to get jumpscared cause there was a phone on his face. Giggle giggle.

- this exchange in Käärijä x Joker out ig live in turku. It’s not much but for me it gives a little peak to their soft way to interact:

Jere: ”Tomorrow come new song, do you wanna say something?”

Bojan: ”Yes. Hyvää iltaa instagram”

Jere: ”Do you wanna say something more?”

Bojan: ”No 😊”

Also. Most underrated moment will always and forever be ”is bojan here? 🥺”

Here’s most of the moments mentioned:

[witherby]

Hiya

Hiya El!! Just have a few questions if you don't mind. Sorry it seems s long and you'll probably not answer a lot of them but these are mostly just things I was curious about and I didn't want to send them one by one.

For Mouse:

~How were they when they started teething

~How did they come up with the Truce Juice concept in the first place? Like what inspired them?

~Can or will they murder someone if they hurt the batfam badly? Like the opponent was way too op and Mouse had to kill them to protect their family and home? Kinda like this ---> https://youtube.com/shorts/AP9izD4XWXQ?si=lGQ2qfK3VXB2JPXh where they dont regret or feel good about it, they're just...tired..

For Punchline:

~Would she like Sundrop/Moondrop from FNAF? What about Laughing Jack from Creepypasta? Pennywise from IT? Basically all the clowns/jesters from different fandoms, murderous or not, how does she feel about them? I feel like she'll vibe with Sundrop/Moondrop for some reason-

~Punchline meeting Ronald McDonald for the first time. How she feeling about him?

-🍨

Sundae, I love the influx of questions! I'm happy to answer them for you.

Littlest Wayne inquiries:

1. How was Flittermouse when they started teething?

Irritable! As an infant they were pretty quiet. Very little to complain about in their eyes — food, clean diapers, lots of arms to snuggle into, shiny toys to play with, etc. — so the sudden crying and lack of willingness to eat normally was a shock to the entire family. They figured out pretty fast that Mouse was teething, though, and adjusted accordingly.

Everybody except Bruce, who did not super enjoy being their sentient teething ring. He put up with it, though, because seeing you cry was worse than dealing with tiny teeth marks in his ankles.

You can read more about Mouse's mouth shenanigans in Teething, and Air Jail, and First Steps!

2. How did Flittermouse come up with the idea for Truce Juice?

During a hostage situation! They were representing the Wayne family for a charity auction when Penguin and his men crashed the event to rob the wealthy benefactors. Mouse overheard a couple of Penguin's long-time henchmen complaining about having to threaten restaurant owners in order to be served food and lamenting the days when they could just stroll into places like civilians. The wheels started turning then, and they confirmed the need for a "villain-friendly" eatery when getting held up in another hostage situation a month later by the Riddler, who muttered something about how much he missed getting breakfast bagels he didn't have to make himself.

A year, several cooking classes, and a very long and tedious hiring process later, they had a business!

3. Would Flittermouse ever take a life to save their family?

Fantastic question. If they had to, I think so! I can't think of a situation in which they would need to do that, or be put in a position that required taking a life to save someone else at the moment!

I think it would really, deeply, terribly fuck them up if they did, though. They would be forever changed as a person, and I don't think they'd come out of the shadows for a very long time afterwards.

Punchline inquiries:

1. Would she like the Sundrop/Moondrop daycare attendants?

Yeah!! Sunny is a performer, whose entire purpose is to entertain and amuse his charges! Punchline is a performer, whose entire purpose is to entertain and amuse her father! They're both clown/circus-themed, too! I think they'd get along extremely well, with the only clashing points being Punchline's tendency to get a laugh through violent means.

Moondrop, to the best of my knowledge, though he is another circus-themed unit and literally part of Sunny, wouldn't get along so well with her. Punchline only sleeps when her body shuts down and succumbs to exhaustion, and Moony's job as the nighttime/nap-time attendant is to put children to sleep. She would be very resistant to a nap, and he, famously, does not respond well to disobedience!

2. How would Punchline feel interacting with Laughing Jack, Pennywise, or IT?

Not great!

Punchline can respect a jester theme! That's not the issue! She's just not super big on murdering children or secretly being dark Eldritch abominations who instill terror and fear into the hearts of all. Clowns are supposed to be funny! If you're not getting a laugh, why are you dressed like a clown? She doesn't find them entertaining, which is a death sentence to her father.

3. How does Punchline feel about Ronald McDonald?

This clown is everywhere but he just sells happy meals! Not a single joke in the repertoire? What a capitalist loser! Take the clown shoes off if you aren't gonna work for them!! Say something funny!!!!

[illyrianslut]

In His Arms - Azriel x Reader

Summary:

Isla went to Velaris with Rhys after UTM, but quite frequently has nightmares about what was done to her. Azriel is always there to aide when he can.

Warnings: (These will be chapter by chapter) nightmares, mention of past abuse

Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Note: (I totally changed this from an OG character to Y/N) This is part 1/?. This is my first ACOTAR fanfic! I've been writing fanfic for 13 years (fuck im old), so I'm super excited to finally be posting in the ACOTAR fandom<3 Ao3 Link

Masterlist | Ao3

 “Please don’t make me do this.” I beg, glancing between Amarantha and Rhysand. The fear forming in my stomach like a brick. “I’ll do anything else, please My Queen, I beg of you.” Amarantha’s grin only grows wider at my plea. Rhysand’s face is stone cold, hatred burns through me as I realize what’s about to happen.

“Search her, now.” Amarantha hisses at Rhysand. For the briefest of seconds pity seems to cross his face, but it’s gone in a second when I feel him begin digging through my thoughts.

​Memories of the fae I’d been sneaking out fill my mind, their faces and names being run through so quickly I can barely process it myself. Pretend this hurts. A thought that feels my own, but somehow belonging to someone else fills my mind. But I trust the thought, and bring myself to my knees letting out a pained scream.

Part of my acting feels real, the invasion of my privacy and the fear of what Amarantha will do to me once she finds out evokes a very real reaction from me. She is going to kill me.

“Well Rhysand?” She beckons, a bored almost annoyed tone surrounding her question. “Have I found my traitor?” The itch in my mind ceases, and something tells me now it is time to end my performance.

Rhysand watches me for a moment, almost like he is deciding something. But then he shakes his head “No.”

Amarantha’s head snaps from me to him. “What do you mean no?” She hisses “I’ve been informed that she” Another sharp glance in my direction “has been helping other slaves to escape.” I hate that word.

“You’ve been informed wrong, she has no knowledge on the escaped slaves.” Rhysand tells her calmly, his neutral expression still on me. “You should bring the liars in at once to be questioned.” Rhysand sounds bored, almost annoyed that he’d even been brought here. I stand up slowly, looking between Rhysand and Amarantha trying to figure out what was going on. Is he lying for me? Why would he do that?

A hum from Amarantha, I glance up at her on her dais realizing that I may get out of this situation alive. Maybe not unharmed, but at least alive. Thanks to Rhysand, Amarantha’s whore. His gaze snapped to me, a look of annoyance. I just saved your life, do you think it’s wise to be using those words right now? Rhysand’s voice floods my mind and I have to hold back the fear shooting through me, that he had heard me.

“I suppose you’re right. Twenty lashings for the girl so she knows to keep her mouth shut about the escapees. And make sure they leave a mark so everyone knows.” Amarantha sounds proud of herself at the idea.

“No!” I shriek, whipping my head to the Attor who is stalking towrds me, an evil grin spread across his disgusting face. “Please, don’t do this My Queen! I will keep quiet, please!” I beg just as the Attor grabs my arm to hold my in place for my punishment.

My shirt is ripped off by the Attor, and a leather whip appears in his hand. “I’ve been waiting to see you break.” He whispers in my ear.

I shoot up in bed, a scream escaping my lips at the memory of my first real interaction with Rhysand. I can still feel the burn of the twenty strikes inflicted on my back. “It’s over.” I remind myself, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

A hurried knock comes from my door, Azriel surely as we are the only two currently residing in the townhouse. “Sorry Az, I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me.” I call, scolding myself for waking him.

“May I come in?” He asks, sounding distressed from the other side of the door.

“Yeah come on in.” My chest is still heaving slightly from the adrenaline, but I know he wont rest until he knows I’m really okay.

He opens the door and I take in his disheveled hair, worried expression and then much to my personal satisfaction, his shirtless body. He may be one of my best friends, but I would be blind to not notice how beautiful this man is. “Hi.” He says gently, looking me over as if assessing for physical injuries.

“Hi.” I smile up at him as he walks closer to my bed.

“May I sit?” He gestures to my bed, and I scoot over leaving a space for him to sit beside me. “Did you have a bad dream?”

I give him a nod and sigh, getting ready to spill my guts. “It was when I first met Rhys.” My voice shakes, despite how hard I’m trying to pull myself together. I think of the twenty raised marks staining my back and feel the tears well in my eyes. “Sorry, I know it’s dumb to cry over it still.” I insist, wiping at the tears just as they begin to spill out.

His expression shifts at my admission. Rhys and I had made a promise to each other when we got out that we wouldn’t talk about what we went through with the others. But there were times when it felt impossible to not talk about those things. “I know you wont tell me, but I am here for you. If you ever need to talk about what you went through. I know Rhysand made you promi-”

“No.” I stop him, it wasn’t Rhys’s idea to promise anything. It had been mine, but he seemed a lot better at keeping his secrets in than I ever had been. “Rhys didn’t make me. It was my idea, Az. It’s just, sometimes I want to word vomit everything I did and went through. But I know it wouldn’t fix anything.” It was the truth, it’s the only thing holding me to that promise with Rhys.

Of course he had shared a lot, probably everything if I’m honest, with Feyre. But that’s different, she’s his mate. Maybe one day if I ever find my mate I would feel different, but cauldron knows how rare a mating bond is.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.” Azriel frowns, “I just meant-” He shakes his head, but when he looks back his eyes land on a scar wrapped around my shoulder. I freeze, and feel a twinge of panic in my stomach, but I focus on his shadow that rises slowly to the scar and caresses it gently. I can’t help but think of the first time he saw my scars, and how angry he had been.

~

The Summer Court had been just as beautiful as Feyre had described, maybe even more so. But I still can’t help the excitement of seeing Azriel for the first time in two weeks. He is by far my closest friend, much to Mor’s annoyance, and two weeks without him was hard.

Knowing that he wont be home at this hour, I decide to bathe and get the sweat from being in perpetual summer off my body. My room is just as I left it, and I can’t help but smile at the lights turning on as I walk in. Home.

I tear my shirt off, tossing it to the ground and heading for the attached bathing room. I’m attempting to pull my pants off when my door swing open, and a stunned Azriel is on the other side. In my shock I don’t know which part of my body to sheild from him, so I threw one arm over my boobs, and turn away from him.

The second I do it I hear the audible gasp from Azriel, and my body goes cold. “Get out!” I yell, tears filling my eyes, knowing Azriel has now seen the worst part of me.

“Who did this to you?” His voice sends a chill down my spine, but I still can’t bring myself to move in my frozen state.

“Azriel. Get. Out!” I hiss, feeling my body begin to shake. I’m going to be sick. I run to the bathing room, in an attempt to get away from his line of sight. Why isn’t he leaving?

“Y/N. Who did that.” I’ve never heard his tone like this, filled with such venom. His shadows enter the bathing room, and my shirt is dropped next to me. Before I can throw it on, the shadows begin roaming over my back as if exploring the raised skin.

The Attor’s wicked grin fogs my memory, and I can hear my pulse in my ears. The whipping sound fills my ears, the smell of the leather surrounds me. Rhys. And my back, I can feel the scars burning like it’s happening all over again.

Arms wrap around me, making me I feel like I’m floating. I look up to see Azriel looking down at me, fear flooding his eyes. “Y/N, talk to me. Can you hear me?” His voice sounds far away, like it’s being covered by the sound of the cracking whip, but I nod anyway.

I can feel the shaking, my whole body is shaking but I can’t stop it. “Y/N what can I do? I’m so sorry.” I’m set down onto something soft, but I instantly miss the warmth his body had been providing. My body feels void of warmth right now, ice cold. It doesn’t help the shaking.

Everything is going to change now.

“I need R-Rhys.” I hear a broken voice say. Was that me?

Hurt flashes through his eyes for the quickest of seconds but the next thing I remember is Rhys and Feyre being there. Azriel is gone. “Y/N. You need to breathe.” I hear a familiar voice instruct. I look around, attempting to figure out who, but they’re both just looking at me expectantly. “Can you hear me?” Is the voice above me?

I look up and realize I am wrapped tightly around Azriel’s waist. I nod, I can hear him. “Breathe. You aren’t breathing.” I pity the sadness haunting his beautiful face, am I causing that?

“What happened exactly?” I hear Feyre’s voice, but she sounds so far away. I turn to look where she had been and she’s still there. Why is everyone so far away?

“I-I didn’t meant to. I didn’t know she was home. I came in and she was-” Azriel pauses when I turn my attention to him. No. He can’t tell her. Nobody can know. “Changing.” He finishes.

“Oh.” Rhys tone changes. I glance at him, pleading silently that he wont make me, make us, relive that moment again. I begin shaking my head quickly, hoping he will understand my plea. “I understand, Az I think I can handle this.”

Azriel’s body stiffens in my arms “I’m not leaving her.” Suddenly the harsh tone from earlier is back, and I feel an arm tighten around my shoulders. Az? I turn my head to look at the hand and see his scarred hand rubbing gently. “Don’t you dare ask me to leave her while she’s like this.” Rhys looks to Feyre, clearly having a silent conversation.

I only focus on Az’s hand, willing the comfort of it to bring me back to the present fully.

“Azriel, will you come with me? I think this may be one of the times Rhys and Y/N need just each other.” Feyre looks at Azriel, pity written all over her face.

Just as Azriel is about to say no, Rhys looks to him with the face of the High Lord of the Night Court. “Azriel. You’ve done enough here, now go.” Just like that, the hand that had been bringing me comfort is gone, and I am being unwrapped from him. Then I watch him walk out of the room with Feyre, looking back at me like I’m broken.

I curl into a ball on the bed, soaking in the warmth from where he had been. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him here. Buy why? “Was it your back he saw?” Rhys asks, his voice breaking ever so slightly.

~

Two years had passed and we had never spoken of what happened that day again. He still doesn’t know who caused those scars. I’m sure he has made his assumptions, but we both knew I wasn’t ready for that conversation. Assuming I ever would be.

“I just meant that you can talk to me if you ever want to, is all” He finishes his sentence, glancing back at the visible scar.

I reach to the end of the bed and grab the throw blanket there, wrapping it around my back to hide the scars that show with this damn top. The shadow that had been settling over the scar drifted back to him, hovering at his ear for a moment before dropping away.

“Are they giving up all my secrets?” I try to laugh, but truth be told there’s a part of me that is worried they’ll somehow know just from touching it who caused those marks.

“They enjoy you too much to tell me your secrets.” I can feel the truth behind his words, his soft smile is reassuring. “As much as I want to know Y/N you have to know I would never invade your privacy like that.” He almost sounds as though he is begging me to agree with him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” I admit, “I wasn’t so sure about these ones.” I giggle when the shadows reach out, and hover around my hair- their preferred location to situate on me.

I can feel the oncoming panic attack begin to subside in his presence. “Was it a dream of what happened,” He pauses for a moment “Under the Mountain?”

I chance looking him in the eye, his gaze is already fixed on my face and I can’t help but blush at the intensity. “Yes.” I admit, looking away.

“Will you tell me about it?” I know he doesn’t mean to pressure me, that it’s not his intention. But the idea of actually telling someone about what I went through down there? It sends a shiver down my spine.

“I want to, Az. I just can’t.” I finally say after a few heartbeats of silence.

“Will you ever?” The question catches me off guard, he sounded so desperate, almost like he was pleading with me to trust him with the most private part of my life.

“I don’t know, I’ve just always told myself that I wouldn’t talk about it with anyone. I mean maybe if I ever mated someone, but it’s a lot, Az. If I told you, you would never see me the same.” I feel bad avoiding the no I want to say, but I also don’t know if I would mean it. There might come a day that I trust myself enough to open up, but I can’t chance him hating me. Not yet.

“Y/N, mated couples are rare, and you know it. What’s your plan keep it to yourself for the rest of your life?” I play with a tendril of shadow that’s hovering around my fingers. When I look up to meet his gaze again I almost break. I know he wants to help me with what I went through, but I’m just not ready.

“I’m not ready Az, but if I ever am I promise it’ll be you I come to.” The corner of his mouth rises slightly.

“That’s all I can ask for, I suppose. Are you going back to bed?” The question catches me off guard, but I shake my head.

“I can’t ever fall back asleep after I’ve had a nightmare. I’ll probably be up for the day.” I shrug at the inconvenience of it. It’s become a semi regular occurrence, usually a couple times a month.

“It’s hardly past midnight, are you sure? Why don’t you lay down? I’ll stay in here with you.” I cock my head at his suggestion, but it may not be the worst idea. “I’ll sit over there, I lost a bet with Nesta the other day anyway. I have to read one of her books.” He chuckles, nodding his head to the chair in the corner of my room.

“No Az, uh” I only give the thought a moment before it’s out of my lips. “just lay in bed with me. You being here probably will help, but there is no sense in chancing both of us not sleeping tonight.” What did I just say? My eyes widen at the offer I’d just extended. “I mean, if you’re comfortable with that I guess.” I rub the back of my neck.

He gives me my favorite Azriel smile, his goofy grin that meets his eyes. “Deal. Lay down.” He nods behind me.

I take the blanket off my shoulders, avoiding his gaze as I do so, and lay down facing him. “Your turn, Spymaster.” I tease, knowing he hates when I call him that. But he obliges, laying down draping his wings behind him.

Without either of us saying a word, the lamp that had turned on when he entered the room goes out. The moonlight filtering through the window gives me a clear view of him.

I can’t see them, but I feel his shadows hovering over the scarred shoulder that shown with my tank top. “You do know I will ruin whoever did that to you, don’t you?” He whispers, his fingers reach out and gently brush over the scarred skin.

That’s what I’m afraid of.

[forwhatiam]

Happy (slightly belated) 28th! <3 Here's some of my favorite fics I've read this month, ordered from longest to shortest. (As always, fics with a * before them have found their way into my bookmarks.)

*For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) by green_feelings (E, 128.4k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

For the Right Reasons by juliusschmidt (E, 105.9k)

Harry doesn’t agree to be the Bachelor expecting to find love. He’s just hoping for an exciting jaunt around the world, half a dozen new friends, and, if he’s lucky, an amazing hj or two.

Louis may have signed up to be a contestant on the Bachelor, but he’s not interested a ring or a proposal, not from Harry, not from anyone. He wouldn’t turn down a few more Instagram followers, though.

*Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule (T, 93.4k)

Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

The Unholy Trinity by wickedarcher_08 (Series, E, 40.3k)

When Harry Styles started acting different after his 26th birthday, Father Louis Tomlinson is the only one that may be able to save his soul. He has successfully performed exorcisms before. This should be easy. Until it isn't. Harry is more than he seems. The battle of wills test every bit of faith Louis has. And Harry? Well, he's just getting started.

*please remain on the line by fckingfreakshow (NR, 24.4k)

harry’s looking for love, or at the very least a date that doesn’t make him want to walk off the brooklyn bridge. his friends call him a serial dater, but he prefers romantically persistent. he believes in the process and sometimes, you gotta kiss a few toads and pay sketchy astrology sites for the answers.

what he really wants is simple. someone fun, who keeps him on his toes, who doesn’t take themselves too seriously. someone who’ll flirt shamelessly, make him laugh, maybe even whisper sweet nothings into his ear…

he just didn’t expect the last part to be so…literal.

blend into my favourite colour by rainbowninja167 (T, 19.9k)

Harry is a barista with a secret Werewolf High fan blog, a desperate crush on a customer named Louis, and a best friend on Tumblr who always makes him laugh. Louis can't figure out why the barista at his favorite coffee shop keeps creepily staring at him, and to make matters worse, he may be slightly in love with a friend he met online.

A love square involving two boys, one TV fandom, and one food fight.

Too Young by jaerie (E, 18.1k)

accidentally bonded as 8 and 10 year olds, Louis starts resenting Harry once they were old enough for him to realize what had been taken away from him and now they're roommates who fuck out of obligation

lost stars by tommolinson (M, 15.8k)

His hands fumble the packet out of his pocket, trembling as he licks one finger and sticks it in the packet. The white powder sticks beautifully against the pad of his finger, and he opens his mouth to rub it against the upper side of his gums. He hates the taste at first, too bitter, then he feels it tingle just right and he closes his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath.

Inhale.

Exhale.

[sketchucookie]

The more days pass I’m more and more shadowvanilla pilled 🎭 anyway, as for someone who plays the game for 3 years now and didn’t care much about the main cast but a ship of forgotten side characters up to this point it has hit me with a ton of bricks. I love how active and inspiring and talented the people are on the tag here and just wow, looking forward new art from ship I liked was so foreign for me since I was the only one drawing it or some couple of my friends sometimes like 🫂

Makes me think how I was completely neutral to the character of Pure Vanilla up to this point and now I can see his personality and relate a lot from my personal late diagnosed autistic point of view. How the life pre diagnosis was a lie and now I can truly feel again and know my feelings better and realize they are absolutely valid. For PV it was a hard way around but opening eyes to the truth can be both healing and devastating. 3rd anniversary made me be on the verge of quitting the fandom entirely, but I haven’t found a place to be or anything to fixate about to replace the game I love to login every single day. The story of white Lily in said episode was so disappointing and the only good thing from it was the introduction of the beasts and Shadow Milks performance. Yet, not enough to kill the bad taste in mouth of all the “White Lily simp” men and early beascuits and fire the fandom was in in that time.

One year later I regained my passion again and really the world seems colorful again. ShadowVanilla makes me think back of what I fell when I was way younger and into crazy and sometimes cringe yaoi tropes. I just like to play with it and just it’s so… freeing? How I can do these things and have fun again after years of being pretty passive in my creation (and burnt out of jobs and personal relationships). I like the dark goth good guy turned bad in the best possible way and uh please I want to interact with people who love the ship too😭

It was all a tangent post but thanks to anyone who got through that ramble 💙

[nestypewriter]

hiii are u still writing m! ryoba x reader? if so can i request a scenario where yn is getting bullied and ryoba knew this and decided to do his business w them? tyy !! <3

{Author’s Note: Hello! Sorry for the one year delay, I was busy with school work as well as research and I'm very sorry that the ending is rushed, I hope you still read it and like, Thank you for requesting! 🩷🩷}

[Content Warning: Murder, Kidnapping, obsessive tendency]

[Disclaimer: I want to emphasize that I do not endorse or support this type of behavior. This content is purely for entertainment purposes. As well as, for this specific fandom, please remember that I just like the game not the developer.]

All your life, you never had a problem with anyone, as you were a good student. But there's one friend group that kept bothering you. Well, it didn't bother you too much, as it was just small teasing, and it didn't hinder your academic performance, so you just shrugged them off. That made them more upset, so they took things to the extreme, like ruining your homework, taking your uniform after gym class, and even writing horrible things on your desk.

At first, you tried reporting it to the guidance counselor, and she said that she would take care of it, but nothing happened when they found out that you tried to report them so, they started to get violent.

After school, they started cornering you at the back of the school and beating you up. You couldn't tell anyone, afraid it would only get worse if you did, so you didn't. But slowly, you started to feel hopeless, and you started to isolate yourself from your family and your friends. It was like a never-ending cycle of hell with the thought this was going to be forever.

But... One day it just stops.

Ryōba waited for you at the gates, but you didn't show up, so he started searching for you in every hallway and every room, but he couldn't find you. School had already ended, so he opted to search outside; maybe you were there. Still no sign of you, but when he reached the back of the school where the incinerator was, there you were, sprawled on the ground with bruises on your body, surrounded by a group of people who were laughing at you and kicking you.

At that moment, Ryōba came to a realization that he was so focused on eliminating his rivals that he neglected the precious thing that was given to him, his senpai. But don't you worry, he'll take care of it for now, he'll play the hero.

With a shout, the bullies snap their heads to him and quickly scurry away upon seeing him, ha! What a bunch of cowards.

Ryōba quickly walked towards your form and carried you to the nurse, though the nurse had already gone home, so he took care of you himself.

"So, who were those people?" He asked suddenly the quiet atmosphere went down as soon as his words left his mouth. You nervously look at him with his black void eyes. "Oh! Um… w-well… the t-thing is t-that!" You stumble with your words as you try to explain the situation, but alas, it was useless to even justify what they were doing.

You woke up in a bed, so you quickly sat up and looked around and realized that you were in the nurse's office. A sound of the door being opened, you snap your head towards the sound and see it was Ryōba.

"How are you feeling?" he then asked you as he sat down on the chair beside you. "I'm alright," you said lightly, still in a trance after getting beaten down. "The nurse already went home, so I had to take care of you," he informed you. You whined when you touched the bandages on your ribs. "Is that so…" you said softly, "then thank you for taking care of me." You smiled at him.

Ryōba then sighs and looks at you with pity. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but what they are doing is wrong," he states before caressing one of your hands as a form of reassurance. "So, please tell me…" he pleads with a look of desperation.

Suddenly you finally broke down and started confessing all of the things they did to you; it was like the pipe finally exploded. The words started flowing nonstop, and you couldn't stop it, no matter how hard you tried to keep it in, but the feeling of frustration and sadness seemed to boil up.

Then suddenly a hand patted your head, making you stop talking and look up. Ryōba was staring at you with sadness and continued to pat your head lovingly.

"It will be okay now; I'll take care of it," he said with a smile. After that, Ryōba walked you home, which was weird since you never told him your address, but you brushed it off.

After that, your bullies suddenly started to avoid you, and some of them disappeared altogether, which was weirdly relieving, to say the least. As for Ryōba, he stayed close to you for "safety reasons," as he calls it. Anyways, the days became better after that.

[guster-animations]

Kamen Rider Gavv Episode 22 Production Blog

the idea of miscommunications not being the main driving plot point for 10 episodes is so unprecedented in this franchise that it caused the most widespread, unanimous shock that i’ve ever seen in a fandom

taken from this website

TOKU TRANSLATION MASTERPOST HERE

Looking at the Next Episode

“the truth is bitter”— these are the words engraved on Hanto’s ring. Bandai chose those words meaning “the truth is sometimes bittersweet” since Hanto is a reporter by trade and not prone to sweeten things. This came full circle in the subtitle of episode 22.

Director Tasaki spoke highly of Shoma and Hanto’s performances in the scene where Hanto hears Shoma out. His careful direction became a lesson for the two cast members, too. (Director Tasaki’s “No. 1 Sentai Gozyuger” will start airing soon too, so please watch that after the next episode of “Gavv”!)

And… Picking up from that wild final moment, the next two episodes, 23 and 24, will be directed by Satoshi Morota. He carefully captured Shoma, Hanto, and Sachika’s interconnecting thoughts. Sachika will be active now as well, so please look forward to that. The moment when she shut Hanto out in episode 22 was great. I think that kind of scene is unique to Junko Komura. I want Sachika to be Shoma’s Sun…

Valentine’s Day is soon, but… Valentine’s Day for Gavv seems to concern a bitter push. Oh, you don’t need more bitterness? Um… ice cream is also delicious in the winter.

(Written by Naomi Takebe)

The Episode in Short

Thank you for watching episode 22!

And thank you for the one year of “Bakuage Sentai Boonboomger”! It’s sad that Boon can’t be next to us anymore, but things will only get more exciting in “Gavv” from now on!

This was the first and last arc directed by Ryuta Tasaki. Starting next week, a new program will start which Director Tasaki is serving as the pilot director for, but if it were one week off, we would have had “Super Tasaki Time” (one hour of non-stop Tasaki action).

The previously mentioned Director Tasaki filmed the episodes which went from Shoma’s identity being revealed to the (temporary?) conclusion of the surge in emotional drama.

With You, Who Has a Mouth on Your Stomach

Vram, the third Kamen Rider, has arrived, and with the entrance of the mysterious being Bitter Gavv, “Gavv’s” network of relationships becomes further intertwined. The personal relationship between Hanto, who had a particular grudge against Granutes, and Shoma, who he now knows the identity of, becomes the focal point.

Because of Bitter Gavv’s attacks, Hanto and Rakia, who don’t quite get along yet, have also formed a connection. It feels like the passionate Hanto and the ever-tired Rakia have completely opposite personalities… haha.

It’s not only about Kamen Riders; Sachika’s presence in this episode was also striking.

Sachika has no preexisting prejudice, and she holds a thoughtful kindness that lets her trust in Shoma. I was deeply moved by Miyabe’s acting, which showed a side of the character that’s different from her normal brightness!

There might be people who were surprised to see a gyaru-related heroine in the Reiwa era when the show first started broadcasting, but this open-minded kindness is the true worth of a new-generation gyaru heroine.

Thus, Hanto is moved by Sachika’s words and tries to find Shoma. It’s a very long two-person scene that took up 3 pages in the script! It became a huge highlight moment for Chinen and Hino.

“A place with beautiful scenery” was written in the script, and it’s a very important scene where the two of them share their true thoughts, so we carried out a thorough search for a good location and chose the upper floor of a building with a sweeping view of the city. (Unfortunately, there was poor weather, but the landscape is still very good)

Komura’s script for this two-person scene that reaches three pages is also wonderful, but it became an even more impressive scene with shots at many different angles and impressive direction that uses the reflections in the windows.

Episode 22 was one that required even more set locations than usual. It’s precisely because Director Tasaki has been the pilot director (the director who works with the cast members from the very start) for countless Riders and Sentais that I think he fostered these two’s growth in their performance!

It was a serious and emotional scene, but the director accurately explained his theory, and I thought it was just like him when I watched it! (As expected of a legendary director…)

They carefully studied Director Tasaki’s monitor from behind him.

Since that was a somewhat serious conversation, I’ll post an off-camera photo of Chinen with the octopus. He’s going strong, with a strong sense of service when he faces the camera, haha.

Make the Bitterness Go Away!

Following the previous episode, Dark Shoma and Bitter Gavv’s insatiable quest for food (snacks) continues. He attacks a truck and the back area of a supermarket. His exploits are even more daring than last time.

Unlike Shoma, he seems to have snacks that can produce Gochizos and snacks that can’t, and so he focuses intently on continuing to search. Seems like karintō cookies weren’t right either…

Chinen played Dark Shoma with all of his might this episode. Chinen’s specialty is making food look delicious as he eats them, so it was a challenge to eat more wildly this time. When he was asked, “How is Dark Shoma?”, he answered, “He’s fun!”. He’s doing many kinds of acting that he couldn’t usually do, and having even more fun than normal.

He ate all that food, and in the end, this week’s success snack was “black candy”! The VRCan Spicy Gochizo has a design that looks like a dark VRCan Gochizo. There weren’t many things used in this episode, but it’s interesting to see what powers they will use.

To the 22nd episode’s last fight! Shoma and Hanto’s double transformation! It’s like in episode 12, after their identities were revealed, but it’s still exciting to have a double transformation at a important turning point in the story!

Team play with CaKing Gavv and Donut Form Valen! Gavv puts cream into the donut and makes it fly around. This episode was another one full of fun snack direction.

The action with the donuts used as footholds was also amazing! The suit actors Nawata and Kaji were suspended in the air, and the donuts were added afterwards with CG, but it’s incredible action with mid-air movement.

Bitter Gavv is more accustomed to battles since the first match in the last episode, and he doesn’t want to lose either! He captures a Gochizo thrown with the Gochispeeder, and feeds it into the Bitter GavvBlade. If I were a Gochizo, I wouldn’t be able to handle it, either, haha.

A Kamen Rider’s weapon attacks are determined in advance so we can make specifications for their toys, but it’s the director and action director’s job to decide how they’ll effectively show it being used!

Gavv and Valen defeated Bitter Gavv with their finishing attacks, but Shoma falls into peril and Hanto only saves him by a hair’s breadth!

Naturally, Chinen was hung by a wire in this scene that was then erased in post-production. I was nervous when I watched the filming, and I thought, “Isn’t that scary…?”, but Chinen boldly faced it in filming!

Shoma’s memories finally resurface from the depths of his mind. The bitterness spoken of in this episode’s subtitle, “The Truth Is Bittersweet”, will finally come to light in the next episode.

Don’t miss out on it!

[No author listed, but probably written by Ryohei Takahashi]

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Playing Soldier: Chapter 21 (NSFW)

Read on AO3. Part 20 here. Part 22 here.

Summary:

Words: 5600

Warnings: tavington is a secret munch, a mite of possessive language, two idiots swimming up the Nile

Characters: William Tavington x Reader

A/N: Co-written with @bastillia

Hello my loves! We're getting into the thick of it now, I fear! We have to say - coming from a fandom where our previous loves spoke very little, it's a massive change of pace to write a man who actually talks. And doesn't always say what he means. Hehehe.

Hope you continue to enjoy - Happy Valentine's Day, too. We love YOU and you are all our valentines (William Tavington polycule!?!??!) <3

Clink clink.

Still cloaked in the fog of sleep, you stirred, winced at the sun behind your eyelids. Water splashed, connected with skin, movement shuffled behind you.

Clink clink.

You pried open your eyes, rolling over in the bed, and spotted William standing over the basin. Clad only in his breeches, hair cascading down to his shoulder blades, he stared into the mirror as he guided a straight razor over his jawline. A swish of water, another swipe, and he tapped the edge of the blade on the porcelain.

Clink clink.

His eyes met yours in the mirror, and he cocked a brow. “I thought perhaps I’d need to call upon the coroner.”

“And indict yourself in my passing?” You sat up, cleared the croaking from your throat. “What gallantry.”

He did not fail, you noticed, to glance at your breasts in the mirror as the quilt fell to your lap. His gaze remained for only a moment before he shaved the other side of his jaw. When he said nothing, you surveyed the room. Nothing seemed altered from when you’d fallen asleep. You barely remembered sharing the bed with him at all.

You couldn’t decide if that disappointed you.

Muscles sore from your ride, you began to stretch, caught him stealing another glimpse of your body. The imbalance—him half-clothed, you fully nude—annoyed you. You spotted his shirt laid out neatly on the quilt, so you snatched it and threw it on before climbing out of bed.

William hummed, wiping his razor on a towel. “I will be needing that.”

You shrugged. “You will.”

You reached toward the ceiling with a groan, the sunlight filtering through the sleeves and silhouetting your arms. You wondered how the rest of your body looked, wondered if the curves of your hips and stomach glowed like the lines of your wrists and elbows. Feeling a stiffness in your hamstrings, you bent forward, your breasts swaying.

The weight of his gaze dragged over every inch of your flesh. It was not something you needed to see to confirm—but you peered behind you anyway and saw him staring. He regarded you like a snake would regard a mouse; like he ached to coil around you, squeeze the air from your lungs and then swallow you whole.

Your core tightened. Your breath hitched. You held his gaze and straightened, rolling your shoulders and curving your back until you stood tall.

It was impossible not to notice the powerful swell of his chest, of his shoulders—more impossible still not to let the gentle contours of his abdominal muscles lure your eyes down his body to the dark trail of hair that tapered from his navel to the waistband of his breeches. Water pooled in your mouth imagining where it led. Your eyes cut back to his, meeting twin slivers of limpid blue sky. You swallowed.

One display which had always perplexed you had been when the unmarried women of your village would mill about after church, pouting their lips and fluttering their lashes at the men. Now, in the span of one crashing instant, you understood. Now, you feared you might be at risk of performing any number of ridiculous behaviors if it meant keeping William’s attention fixed upon you.

To negate such a risk, you turned your back to him, bending at the hips to retrieve your stockings from the floor beside the bed. Heat stifled your cheeks. You were far too exposed as it was, and it was clearly impairing your judgment.

Clink clink clink.

You didn’t even hear him cross the room.

An arm hooked your middle and hauled you backward. You could barely utter a squeal before the world flipped, your head hit the pillows, and William slammed you down, caging your body beneath his.

“You may come to regret tempting me,” he said, his face hovering above yours, hair curtaining down to tickle your cheekbones. His tone was sinister, but searching his eyes, the only darkness you found there was desire.

“Oh?” A laugh bubbled up. You lifted your chin, peered down your nose bridge at him, and, in your best, most pompous affectation of his accent, said, “I doubt that.”

His gaze narrowed, a flash of satisfaction hidden within the withering mercy you found there. Jaw tensing, he palmed one of your breasts over his stolen shirt. When you hummed in response, his grip punished you, squeezing the tender bruises he'd gifted you the night before.

You gasped, squirmed, your eyes trained on his. He studied you, watched the discomfort contort your features, then tweaked your nipple between his fingers. Your back arched, you groaned, casting your arms around his neck in an effort to draw him closer. His attention flicked over your lips, and he attached his mouth to your throat.

Hips rolling, you sighed, your hands coiling into his hair. It slid like silk through your fingers, and you skated your nails across his scalp, shivering as he descended to your torso.

To your relief, William kept his more egregious markings below your collar, biting and sucking at the flesh he could uncover beneath the shirt. Lower he moved, lower, pushing the hem of the blouse above your waist, his expression sharpening the more of your body he revealed. His hands smoothed over your hips, squeezed, the flesh hilling between his fingers. His breath hitched. He stared.

“What?” An uncertain laugh caught in your throat. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen one up close.”

William huffed. “Plenty,” he said, crushing you in his grip, earning a twist of your legs. Before you could complain, he groped at your ass, your thighs, marveling at the way it filled his hands. Like he was lost, captive somewhere distant, he murmured again, “Plenty.”

The timbre of his voice stilled your tongue. Heat flooded your face. Between your thighs, something pulsed, so deep and needy that you thought it might draw you into yourself.

A shaky breath escaped him. Instinct enthralled him. Jaw tense, William drove his teeth into the soft roll of your belly.

You squealed, scraping at his head, and he ripped your hands from his hair, pinning them to the bed before gathering your hips in his palms again. His mouth savaged you, sucking and tearing at your skin, pulling purple brands to the surface. You gasped, curled back into the pillow, undulating underneath him, your fingers folding into the sheets as your eyes squeezed out everything but raw sensation.

He moved further below your waist, marking every inch that infringed on his purview, groaning in his chest. The dip below your hip bones, then the fresh flesh of your legs, all of it tender and tempting to a man who had decided to devour you. Growling, William sunk his teeth into your inner thigh with such force you howled, fearing he’d found your femoral artery; but the soothing sweep of his tongue mollified you, settled you into a trembling moan.

Palms hooked beneath both of your thighs, hoisting them onto his shoulders, and you shuddered, mind spinning while he shifted to your other leg. He kissed up from your knee, burning a trail toward your center, your breath quickening the closer he drew. His breath brushed your folds, and you laughed, half-enraptured, head lolling along the mattress.

“What in God’s name are you doing?” you mumbled.

William kept his focus between your thighs. “Preparing to eat what is likely to be the only meal you’ll ever serve me.”

You laughed again. “Have I laid down with a cannibal?”

“Something of the sort.”

Another bite to your thigh—pain flushed to your toes—and before you could relax, his tongue traced your cunt.

“What the—” You jerked away, but he pinned your hips to the bed. “What are you—” Another slip of his tongue across your folds, this time dipping between them, forcing your chin to quiver with a rush of bliss. “Sweet immortal Christ…” Gripping the sheets, you stared into the ceiling and swallowed. “You…”

William sighed, spoke into your thighs. “Is pleasure so unfamiliar to you that you must protest its very existence?”

“Shut up,” you snapped, eyes fluttering. “Don’t—don’t stop.”

“Are you certain?” he said, skimming his lips across your skin. “Your behavior inclines me to believe you’d like me to.”

You growled, raised your head to glare at him. He met your stare, unflinching. You exhaled, flopped onto the pillow. “Please, William.” You tried to stop the tremor in your voice. “Please continue with…” You paused, waved the embarrassment from the air. “That.”

“What is that, precisely?”

“Oh, my God,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I… I don’t know. Whatever that is you’re doing.”

“And what is it that I’m doing?”

“William!” You drew a deep breath, swallowing every remaining ounce of your pride, then leaned up, meeting his eyes. You found them alight with devilry. “Continue… kissing me between my legs. Please.”

He smirked. “You can be such a pleasant creature when it’s demanded of you.”

You fell back so he wouldn’t be able to see when you rolled your eyes. His mouth pressed to your folds again, and every lingering complaint vanished.

William started slowly, pressing kisses to your outer folds, teasing them with the tip of his tongue, his hands stroking your thighs when you twitched in response to his touch. Then he dipped inward, coaxing a moan from your lips, taunting your clit with his breath, his warmth. It ached, throbbed—against his mouth, you felt swollen and needy, like your cunt had ballooned to the size of a pomegranate and all it could do was plead to be pried open.

Whimpering, you raised your hips toward his face, hoping to entice him to meet your need, but he grumbled, barred you to the mattress with his arm. As if to spite you, he dragged his tongue over your cunt in a broad stripe, just ghosting your clit. You writhed in protest, tried to grab his head and force it forward, but he snagged your wrist from the air.

He glanced at you, chin gleaming with your wetness. “I’m beginning to conclude that patience is not a virtue you possess.”

You considered squeezing your thighs together and snapping his neck between them. But the thumping demand there resigned you to slacken wordlessly in his grip. With a smirk you didn’t even need to see, he released you and nuzzled against your cunt again. This time, his lips wrapped around your clit.

You arced toward the ceiling like the slash of a saber. A sound escaped you, one without a definition or even a name. Pure, iridescent ecstasy flooded you, crested in waves from the gentle, warm pressure of his mouth.

William stroked his tongue over your clit, suckled it in steady rhythm, earning another moan, another shake of your legs. The ministration of his mouth was focused, like it was employing memory, practicing what your fingers had shown him the evening prior; the escalating pressure, the slick circles, the feathery brush of the hood. A quiet groan left him, and you craned your neck, glanced down.

Between your legs was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, his hair fanned across his shoulders, his nose nestled to the seam of your cunt, his pretty lips intent on bringing you pleasure. You whimpered, and he opened his eyes, greeting you with a gaze that was so laden with gluttony and lust and pride that you could only define it as sin.

If you’d had your wits, you might have remarked upon the uncharacteristic duration of his silence.

But your wits were rollicking somewhere in the aether, far beyond your reach.

He swirled his tongue around you, jaw working, his hands clutching you to his face as if your cunt made his heart beat. Your breath came faster, your chest heaving, sweat slipping down your spine. It rose over you, an inevitability, a breaking deluge of pleasure, and you tossed your head back and forth, panting, urging with sounds that you didn’t even believe could qualify as words.

Wet, swollen, stiff, your clit throbbed, your core clenched. He hummed against you, a rumble of permission. A slick circle of his tongue, a squeeze of your ass—and you came, crying into the air. Euphoria locked your joints, hardened your muscles, and you shook until your climax descended and seeped from your toes. Your breath was still seeking you, your body liquefying to the bed when William pushed forward, shifting your calves onto his shoulders.

Mind wounded by bliss, your eyes pried apart only to see him looming above you, a lock of hair hanging at his cheek. His jaw was tight. His gaze was familiar—you’d seen the exact same one when he was slitting innocent throats.

Spying the half-lucid question in your eyes, he pushed down his trousers, pulling free his thick, needy erection. He gave you a mirthless smirk.

“My turn.”

And then his cock slammed inside you.

William groaned, driving into the root, your soaked heat swallowing him with ease. Not a second was spared before he was drawing back, plunging back in, folding you in half, the angle driving straight into your belly, then again, again, setting a brutal and desperate pace from the start. His mouth fell open in rapture, every thrust punctuated by his growling breath.

Beneath him, you were a moaning, incapacitated mess, numb to anything beyond your body. The clap of flesh, the scent of sweat, the cadence of your heart—all of it diminished in comparison to the dominion he was fucking into your cunt. You could not move, could not speak, could barely even breathe. All you could do, all you wanted to do, was be filled with his cock.

He leaned closer, hips easing into long, deep thrusts that throttled your sanity, pierced something exquisitely painful.

“Meet my eyes,” he said through ragged breath, “and remind me who owns this cunt.”

Wincing, you obeyed, locking stare with a man you’d only seen in the throes of war. Sunlight shimmered in the violent blue of his irises and died in the void of his pupils. His lip furled, teeth grit, muscles taut as his hips hammered yours.

“You do,” you murmured.

Delight flashed across his face. “To whom do you succumb?”

You had never heard words that flooded you with such bliss. “To you,” you whined, “William, only to you—”

William moaned, cock pounding into you, hollowing you out, and his hands found your ankles, cranking them toward your ears. Subsumed by pleasure, by lust, you wailed, nails scraping his shoulders, and his head bowed, hair curtaining his face, your name slipping from his lips once, twice—

“Hell,” he hissed.

He wrenched himself from your core and crushed your thighs together, thrusting between them, his head falling back. You watched, entranced, as his cock twitched, shooting white, sticky loads across your stomach, a throaty sound rumbling in his chest with each pulse.

As the tail of his orgasm receded, he shuddered, releasing his hold on you and letting your body flop to the bed like a discarded doll. His gaze hazy with vestiges of euphoria, he settled onto his heels, gazing over your wrecked figure before exhaling and stretching out on his back next to you.

The room whirled around you. You glanced down. Some of his seed had collected in your navel. The rest clung to your skin, little viscous stripes of spend. You were certainly a soldier by now—what else could these be but decorations for distinguished service? A laugh bubbled in your throat, and you failed to catch it.

“What?” William asked, his voice still thick.

“Nothing,” you replied quickly. Then wondered if he’d think it was funny, too. “Just considering if I could count these among ribbons awarded to those in the military.” You gestured to the remnants of his climax.

William raised a brow, peeking at your naked lower half. His lips curled in a smirk, a quiet huff escaping his nose, and he looked away, closing his eyes. “If an officer’s seed anointed one to honor, the brothels would lose nearly all their employ to damehood.” He paused. “And the Welsh farms half their sheep.”

You snorted, curling to your side as you broke into a full laugh. “Oh my, Colonel,” you teased, smacking his shoulder. “So uncouth!”

“You’ve not heard the worst of it,” he replied dryly. “Consider the married women in your little colony who would find themselves promoted.”

You rolled your eyes. “But how many of those promotions would have been sought by mutual effort, hm?”

William offered a careless shrug. “I’ve no control over that.” He opened an eye to look at you. “I much prefer my quarry to submit of its own accord.”

Flame licked your neck, your cheeks. “Ha-ha,” you replied, shooting him a playful sneer. “Is it a man’s duty to become impossibly swollen with pride after coming off within five feet of a woman?”

To that, he said nothing, only exhaled through his nose. You each laid there, inches from the other, silence settling like a sheet, your gaze drifting from his still-exposed body to the morning beyond the window. Already you could hear the chatter of soldiers, the shuffling of activity in the yard. You would probably need to find the hospital. Probably need to find a way to begin cataloguing whatever intelligence you could gather.

You glanced at William, his eyes still closed, his arm resting on his forehead, his chest softly rising and falling with his breath. A horrendous mote of warmth glowed in your belly. Even more horrendously, you wondered what he might think if you drew closer to him.

Revolted at your own weakness, you rolled over, faced the wall. This man was at the least your inconvenient sexual partner and at the most a means to an end. Nothing more than that.

He released a long breath. “I'm departing for the field this morning.”

Your chest tightened. You frowned. “Oh.” Behind you, you heard him shift, roll off the bed. “The lands won't rape themselves, I suppose, will they?”

William crossed toward the basin, shooting you a glare on the way. “I might conclude you harbor traitorous tendencies given your manner of speech.” He took a rag and washed himself off, tucked himself away.

“My manner of speech betrays no such thing,” you replied. “An alignment with the Crown does not endear me to your methods, nor the implications of your victory.”

He snorted. “One would believe a woman such as yourself should admire the methods most effective for achieving said victory.” He plucked a brush from the table near the basin and ran it through his hair.

“A woman such as myself?” You dragged yourself up to sit, taking advantage of his preoccupation to wipe away his seed with the sheets. “Pray, and what sort of woman might that be?”

“The sort with a deep predilection for violence.” He smirked, starting to separate his hair, coasting the brush through the first strand.

You couldn't fight the grin that broke across your face, so you ducked your head to hide it instead. Then, you heard it—that tiny, needling voice in the back of your mind. The one you so often throttled into silence lest it prick you with unpleasant truths.

He was leaving.

And it was possible that you didn’t entirely want him to.

Irritation rose in a wave, smothering whatever foul urge had tempted you to smile. If you were honest, your anger was directed nowhere but inward. But that didn’t stop you from turning its teeth upon the source of that intolerable warmth.

Grumbling, you swung your legs off the bed and marched up behind William, yanking the brush from his hand.

He stared as if you’d backhanded him across the face. “I beg your pardon?”

“You’re taking far too long,” you said, tossing the first section of hair over his shoulder. His height had you rolling onto the balls of your feet to ensure you’d gotten all of it. “I’ll do it.”

From the mirror, he met your eyes, looking as if you’d just suggested that he eat the jam from between Cornwallis’ toes. Yet, despite his silence, he did not move away. With a grimace born more of performance than sincerity, you began brushing the larger portion of his hair. Copper luster rippled under the bristles.

“Though I make no admissions regarding my behavior,” you said, wincing at the ache already building in your arms as you divided his hair into sections, “whatever you perceive it to be does not reflect how I wish for men like my father to be treated.”

You spied a wooden chair next to the side table and leaned to drag it toward you.

“Ah.” He eyed your movements in the mirror as you stepped up onto the chair behind him, steadying yourself on his shoulders. “A fair argument.” The chair teetered fractionally on an uneven floorboard, and a hand came back to grip your calf. “Perhaps you’d prefer the methods of a man such as Major Ferguson, then?”

Finding stability, you scowled at him in the mirror and returned to brushing his hair, attributing the warm patter of your heart to all the blood returning to your arms at this angle.

“How dare you invoke his name.” You held out your tongue as if Ferguson were a bad taste you’d like to forget. “I know nothing of that man’s methods regarding anything beyond…”

You abandoned the thought, shaking it off like acid droplets and frowning at the strands between your fingers.

“Don’t you?” he said, his head cocking slightly. “If I am, as you say, a Butcher, then perhaps he is the shepherd.”

You stilled, your eyes snapping to his in the mirror. He held your gaze, brows lifting fractionally. Finding yourself unwilling to ponder the implications of that statement just now, you huffed and resumed brushing. “I’ll neither speak nor hear another word of him.”

“Visit to sister dearest not turn out as you’d hoped, I take it?”

“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you mean.”

“Considering I’ve received no reports of Major Ferguson’s head turning up on a spike.”

“Did I not just say I wish to hear no more of him?” You glowered at him in the mirror, and swore you saw the shadow of an impish curve to his mouth. You snorted, shaking your head. “I simply do not and will not ever understand it.”

“The rituals of those with a sense of civility, you mean?”

You gave his hair a tug. “No.”

The black ribbon rested on the side table beside you. Looping one arm over William’s shoulder, you clung to him and leaned over to grab it, body pressing against his. His fingers flexed on your leg as you balanced.

He frowned when you settled back. “The ribbon—”

“I’m aware.” With a sigh, you continued, turning the ribbon over in your fingers. “The… need for it at all. Every woman my age is either already married or prays each night for her husband to rise from the earth by morning. As if they yearn to fling themselves into imprisonment at the first opportunity.”

“Every reasonable woman should yearn for such a sentence,” he said with the ghost of a smirk. “Or her potential suitors might begin their courtship by purchasing a gravestone rather than shackles.”

“Oh, you are such a gentleman.” You frowned, tugged his hair again. “Count me among the unreasonable few who would sooner die by the plague than within my warden’s cemetery plot.” Turning your nose up and reprising your earlier imitation of his voice, you added, “Though I’m sure that all sounds barbaric to a man raised to be in want of an advantageous union and a well-bred wife.”

His hand twitched, like it was unable to decide to hold on or let go. “Though I make no admissions regarding my upbringing,” he replied, lightly mocking your earlier tone, “whatever you presume does not reflect wherein I place my values.”

Your fingers tightened around the ribbon. He had said he’d had no want or need for any of it—that included courtship and marriage and all of its useless ilk.

His words should have been a relief. They were a relief.

You exhaled, steady. A man who had no desire for attachment was no threat to a woman who refused to be possessed. That is, outside the throes of passion.

“Then we are in agreement,” you murmured. You gathered his hair securely at the base of his scalp, just as he’d done the last time you’d watched him. “There is no need for such frivolity.”

William was as still as marble. You started to fold each section of his hair over the ribbon, fingers mimicking memory—a tight wrap at the top, then woven down the length of the braid with firm, even tension.

“Indeed not,” he finally said.

William watched your hands, his brow softening. He was quiet for a moment; a moment longer than you’d ever anticipate him holding his tongue. His breath was slow and even. The silence should have been comfortable.

It wasn’t.

You had reached the tips of his hair when he cleared his throat.

“How is your sister, then?”

“Ugh. Besotted,” you spat automatically. Your eyes widened. Perhaps that wasn’t information you wanted him to have. “Not that it’s any of my business. Nor any of yours.”

He snorted, brow furrowing. “You think me liable to gossip idly about the romantic inclinations of my fellow officers?” He turned his head slightly, peering up at you over his shoulder. “Or do you believe I hold that much interest in your sister’s future?”

“You did ask.” You yanked his head straight by his queue, and he grunted. You finished wrapping the ribbon around the bottom. “I simply prefer to respect her privacy.”

William was silent again. You felt his eyes on you, flicking over your face, following the careful motion of your fingers. Perhaps the entire concept was unfamiliar to him—caring for another person, wanting to protect their boundaries and dignity.

“If it’s anyone’s business,” you grumbled, “it’s my father’s.”

“And yet he is absent, unable to offer his counsel.”

Your stomach sank. There was a reason you’d felt as if Grace should have yielded to your whims. It was a reason you did not feel like examining too thoroughly or for too much time.

“You seem to take my father’s choice to enlist in the Continental Army quite personally.”

“And you seem to believe it reflects nothing but admirable character.”

You almost did it—almost bared your claws and sank them into his cheek. But you wanted to fight that urge, now, especially because he was about to leave and while you didn’t care if he did and didn’t care about him, you simply didn’t feel like punishing him for your own stubbornness.

“What do you believe it reflects, then? Those faults you accused him of before?” The queue finished, you scanned around for his pomade and found it on the side table, too. “Selfishness, I believe you said?” You hung from him again to grab it. “A desire for martyrdom?”

“Perhaps.” His hand dropped from your calf as you stood. He shifted in front of you. His back seemed straighter, his muscles stiffer. “Qualities suffered by any patriarch.”

You hesitated, staring at him, seeking his gaze, unable to capture it. Your heart crawled in tender curiosity. You couldn’t bring yourself to strangle it.

“Perhaps that can be said.” You popped open the pomade. “But such faults do not preclude a loving heart. My father loves me. And my sister. In the ways he knows how.”

He shifted again, like coals were burning his feet. “And how fortunate you are to have received such a generous and considerate love,” he replied, “taking into account how you apparently have no need for it.”

“I never said that,” you snipped. “I have no need for marriage. It’s an entirely separate matter.”

The pomade stuck to your fingers. You inched forward so your breasts brushed his shoulders as you smoothed the substance over his hair, laying down the stray strands.

“Besides,” you added, “love is, by your own admission, not a sentiment with which you’re acquainted.”

Section by section, you could’ve sworn he was leaning into your touch, could’ve sworn his neck tilted to meet your palm.

“More fortunate then am I,” he said softly.

You took the brush in your hand, swept the pomade through, holding your breath like he’d snap if you exhaled too quickly. His jaw was loose. Your throat felt thick. You met his eyes in the mirror again, your fingers grazing his ear.

“Would you say,” you began, your pulse banging against your sternum, “that a flawed yet earnest love is worse than never receiving love at all?”

William examined his reflection. His gaze flicked to yours, narrowing imperceptibly to anyone who wasn’t you. His throat bobbed. He looked away.

Feeling a chill settle on your bare legs, you moved to step down from the chair. It wobbled beneath you, and William’s hand slotted into yours, steadying your descent.

Breathless, you looked from your hand in his to the blank mask of his face. You began to step back, but something caught around your waist.

Looking down, you saw his fingers hooked beneath the hem of your—his—shirt. He lifted it gently from your body, his knuckles grazing your skin as you raised your arms to release the garment back into his possession.

He held your gaze for just a moment longer, then turned, glanced once more at his queued hair in the mirror before pulling the shirt on and moving toward the rest of his uniform.

You blinked, took a step backward, folding your arms over your naked chest. “Satisfied?”

“It’s adequate,” he muttered.

Pulling your lips in over your teeth to hide your contentment, you nodded. It was flawless.

You gathered your shift and stockings from the floor, beginning to put them on before realizing the pomade still coated your fingertips. Stealing a glance over your shoulder to ensure he wasn’t looking, you smeared it between your thighs.

Dressing occurred in silence. Though your hands were now clean, you were unable to shake away the static tingle in your palms. Being so close to him, touching him without an inch of intention to then indulge his cock had felt like stroking a cat backwards. And though you had ensured he’d be leaving more quickly, you somehow had been spared no relief by the realization of it.

“I’ll be heading to the hospital, I assume,” you said once fully dressed, now having managed to get your stays and bodice on. Thank the gracious and holy Lord above you’d thought to stow a replacement ribbon in your pocket. “Is that where my belongings will be?”

William was finished as well, weapons holstered, his satchel in hand. “Your deductive reasoning knows no equal.”

“It’s so like your delusion of superiority in that way.” Tilting your chin in the air, you flounced over to his bedside table and grabbed Il Principe from it, then returned to him. “You almost forgot your tyrant guidelines,” you said, opening his satchel and dropping the book in.

William gazed at you, unamused, but did not give the book back. Instead, he moved toward the door, and when he glimpsed you over his shoulder, he stopped. Stared at you. Memorized you standing there as you bathed in waxing sunlight.

You crossed your arms, feeling somehow more exposed than you had when you’d been undressed.

Straightening, he rested his hand on the doorknob. “I anticipate reports of your good behavior upon my return,” he said, and his voice dipped lower, “though I may equally anticipate the ones of poor behavior for alternative reasons.”

You pinched your bottom lip between your teeth, catching a laugh. “Then I shall anticipate your return regardless of my conduct.”

He huffed. You spied the hint of a smirk before his face was wiped blank, and he stepped toward the door and opened it. When you didn’t move, he looked at you expectantly.

“Well,” you said, smoothing your hands down your petticoats for lack of anything better to do with them. “Good day, then.” Avoiding his eyes, you strode to the door and slipped past him. The moment you crossed the threshold, he snatched your wrist.

Without a word, William whirled you around and collided with your lips in a summer storm kiss. His hand curled around your back and pulled you against his body, and before you could respond or even aspire to return his advance, he broke from you and stepped away. His eyes lingered on yours like nectar lingered on the leaves of wild cherry.

Your cheeks burned. Clearing your throat, you glanced around. But the two of you were alone.

“Farewell, Colonel.” With one last glimpse of him, you bowed your head and retreated into the hall.

His gaze weighed on your shoulders as you slipped down the stairs.

“William,” he called after you.

[ofmdrecaps]

09/29-30/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins/More Honking; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Kristian Nairn; Nathan Foad; OFMD Rewind; Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Mean Fanfiction Podcast / Never Left Podcast; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

Hey crew! In the essence of I'm gonna keep this fairly short and pick some back up in 10/1. Still spending quite a lot of time with my dad at the hospital (he is slowly recovering! but it's taking a lot of time to drive to and from and also work).

== David Jenkins ==

Well Chaos Dad is back causing a mass honking across the internet today. He found some lovely ass-work in queens and decided to post about it! OFMD Insta however apparently really got on him because he made an edit saying he had to add "#asstonight". Yall are the best.

Source: David's Instagram

So, one thing to note is that there's quite a lot of clowning around this because of the song David chose to use: "Angela" which was the theme song for "Taxi". @adoptourcrew pointed out that not only was Taxi picked up by another network, but that Sept 30 was the day Taxi Premiered on NBC after it'd been picked up. Just something more to clown about for you!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

Well and something else AOC wanted us to think about was:

Source: @adoptourcrew's Twitter

As usual, some of our besties decided to join in the fun of #asstonight. Astroglide and Hugo Pierre Martin <3

Source: Astroglide Twitter

Source: HPM's Twitter

== Taika Waititi ==

On Sept 29, Taika joined thousands of folks out at Edens Park NZ to participate in the largest mass Haka on the home soil of AoNZ. He was joined by friend Conan O'Brian, and the Haka broke the world record!

Source: EdenParkNZ Instagram / Conan O Brien's Twitter

Source: CNN Travel

Source: RNZ

== Nathan Foad ==

Just some Instagram Stories to keep us all from missing Nathan too much <3 Have I mentioned I love this man?

Source: Nathan's Instagram Stories == Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian's in London 3 Oct at Forbidden Planet! Come get your copy signed if you have a chance! Anyone get theirs signed yet?

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram Stories

Kristian was featured in METRO about his first drag performance!

== Samba Schutte ==

Reminder! Samba is going to be at the Theatre Of Hearts - Youth First Comedy Night happening October 5th in Hollywood CA!

Source: Instagram

Also, Samba chose violence yesterday and posted this mouth-watering dessert, that David and Rhys seem to be admiring <3

Source: Samba's Instagram

Is that a new trailer for the Advanced Chemistry movie I see?

Source: Good Deed Entertainment Also -- Sept 30th was Samba's wife, Aria's birthday! Happy birthday dear!

Source: Instagram

== OFMD REWIND CONT'd ==

Source: Adopt Our Crew Instagram

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means FanFiction =

New Episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time featuring 'The Kissing Game' by veeagainst read by littlefingies! Check it out on your favorite podcast platform!

Source: OFMFF Instagram

= Never Left Podcast =

Also-- it's podcast day, new episode of Never Left! Visit their linktree for the best ways to listen!

Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! Happy start to the week! It's officially October as of the day I'm posting this! Welcome to spooky season! I know things have been... a bit stressful in the fandom lately. I know everyone has feelings about different things, and I'm purposefully being vague because I don't want anyone to feel called out.

Whatever happens, whatever frustrations we have with one another crew, remember that that's how families operate. Even the best of friends or families have times of not understanding or agreeing with one another. That doesn't mean you should "put up with it" but just know that it's something that happens regularly, ok? Whatever you nee, and it doesn't have to be permanent, just do things to help you feel comfortable. Not sure how you feel and wanna talk about it? Reach out to friend over DM. We all have our own ways of processing things, and I know there are plenty of people who are willing to talk. I'd like to delve more into this but I'm pretty swamped.

Sending love crew, it's gonna be okay <3

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I'm late, so it's no longer Murray Monday-- but it IS Taika Tuesday so enjoy some smiles from our guys! Gifs Courtesy of @celluloidbroomcloset and @darkinerry!

[elainsgirl]

why do people deny what elriel has? It baffles me that people actually try to make their scenes they have together into something else and saying its not romantic. we elriel's get called delusional for believing our couple could be endgame even when they have multiple scenes together that backs up our opinions and not one bonus scene that people just nitpicked and did everything they could possibly do to see if their ship could be endgame?!?

sorry, but, no. Im going to keep believing in elriel because I actually read the books and I don't just stick to a bonus chapter and believe a ship could possibly be endgame. thats like with cassian and emerie, when people thought they would end up together, and guess what? they didnt! like we are going down the same road again people!

Also. The fact that people are trying to make gwyn into a main character is laughable. why can't we see that she's just a side character with potential? why are people trying to replace elain with her??? "rhys will love gwyn and be besties" "auntie gwyn" "gwyn will be the savior". im actually sick and tired of acting like I actually cared about gwyn (I liked her character obviously) but she was just there to me, just like emerie. This fandom is just something else.

Hey Anon, I hope you’re having a great day 🫶

I totally get the frustration & annoyance, trust me, it gives you a headache trying to wrap your head around how people are genuinely doubting elriel over a ship that doesn’t even have any romantic scenes. I mean, elriel - a couple which goes back 3-4 books, is genuinely being rivaled with Gwynriel? Two characters that canonically don’t even want each other? They’re being so forecefully shipped over the silliest things. “Gwyn glanced at Azriel in Ch43? Omg its soooo clear she has feelings for him 🤭”

“Did you notice the way Azriel half turned when Gwyn squeaked? AHHHH HE LITERALLY CAN’T HELP NOTICING HER ITS SOOO ROMANTIC!”

Yet when it comes to elriel?

“Elain blushed bcs Az smiled at her? Pffft Sjm was just trying to show us how uncomfortable and awkward Azriel makes Elain” (no joke this was something an anti actually argued once)

You know what happened w that bonus chapter? It was over-exaggerated and over-romanticised.

Imagine this. You absolutely hate elriel and when you first read the bonus, your worst nightmares have come true. Azriel is in fact wanting Elain. There is a mutual attraction and want between them. Your hope that Elain secretly wanted Lucien has gone up in flames or the hope that Azriel didn’t actually want the blandest character in the series has also gone up in flames. Your distraught. Disappointed but then comes along another fmc in the bonus. A female character you actually like, over elain. Ofc you’re going to use that as a way to ship her w Az instead of accepting the obvious. Elain & Az are endgame. Poor Gwyn is simply a self-insert as well as the “better” option for Azriel as she is more widely liked. Her whole interaction w Azriel has been so inflated that when you look at it with unbiased lens, you just find it silly.

How many times have we been told that the shadows love gwyn? That they’re so playful with her? That they performed an entire salsa with Gwyn? Going off this alone, it seems so romantic right? Yet when you actually read the scene,

“Her breath curled in front of her mouth, one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. As thought it had heard some silent music”

How disappointing is that scene compared to the way Gwynriels promote it? The shadows aren’t given any emotions. There is no way to tell they’re being playful. Its not even plural, it was one shadow that danced with gwyns breath. It can’t just be me finding this so unbelievably plain.

Then you get told by gwynriels that Gwyn and Az bantered! They had a simple conversation in which Gwyn herself couldnt care less + Azriel actively was trying to be polite. “Gwyn allows Az to open up so much! We find out he sings” im being honest- if you made it this far not knowing Azriel is a singer despite it being in the literal name, shadowsinger, thats just you being odd. Can’t forget the kicker - “The image sparkkng in his chest, where it glowed quietly”.

But you know what? This could have just been an amusing crackship. Yet, its when antis come for elriel with their stupid takes that get you annoyed especially when its just mischaracterising Elain and Az purposely. THAT becomes bothersome. EL and GA stans have turned Azriel into a toxic, possessive incel that needs to be isolated in therapy away from all women - excluding Gwyn, ofc, gwynnie is the ONLY one that can help him through his disturbing issues bcs Gwynnie is just the best. She will make him realise how foolish he was being over Elain. How his feelings - Az questioning his belief, religion and system, being ready to fight a BD for her, wanting to beg on his knees for Elain were simply a front bcs he didn’t want to admit he’s falling in love w his little gwynnie poo.

Elain? She’s just confused. She doesn’t know what she wants. She’s in denial, Elain can’t handle how badly she wants Lucien, she’s trying to push it all down. You know whats the funniest? Eluciens yap day and night about how toxic Az & the IC are for infantilizing Elain yet the little hypocrites do the exact same thing when it comes to Elains character. Or they apparently need her pov to know how she truly feels about Lucien bcs Elain losing her boldness and saying verbally - she doesn’t want a mate, is not enough.

. They have to make elriel toxic bcs thats the only way their ships can happen. Its not possible otherwise.

As you said, elriels dont need the bonus. The ship is more then canon within the books, the bonus simply gives more insight into Azriels character in acosf, but gwynriel? The bonus is their entire foundation. Without it they have nothing aside some out of context scenes. For eluciens? They need the bonus to back up their whole “elriel is toxic agenda”.

Keep on shipping elriel, anon. You’re shipping a couple that have had genuine interest in each other, that have had multiple scenes developing them from Azriel figuring out elain is a seer when only her her mate was suppose to figure it out, too Nesta noticing a charged glance. From Azriel staying up late at night talking to Elain too Elain gifting him a personalised headache powder. Elucien & gwynriel have absolutely nothing when compared too elriel. Im sorry, but Az chuckling bcs of Gwyn isn’t compared too when Elain made him laugh so joyously it cleared the shadows from his eyes. Elain, who mentioned nothing when Lucien showed up hurt - went out of her way to make Azriel a headache powder to help him feel better.

people would ship Az with anyone. They’re that desperate for another Li aside from Elain. I can guarantee you, if there was another fmc Az had interacted with, gwynriels would split so damn fast - kind of like what happened when Bryce and Az interacted. Antis were so desperate - they shipped Az and emerie in acofas calling Elriels toxic for not succumbing to the likeliness of that ship. Its a cycle. Fandom hates certain character in a ship, looks for alternative ship, ships them, ship sinks and fails then they have to accept the ship they hated sm. Cycle continues.

Didn’t you know anon? Since Gwyn has a second name and her heritage is known- it immediately means she is now THE most important character especially over Elain. Whose an archeron. The family the spinoffs are about. But that doesn’t matter. Gwyn does not follow the typical fmc pattern sjm has laid out, she isn’t a main character anytime soon. Her stans love saying she is due to her appearance in the bonus but elain also appeared in Azriels AND Feysands bonus. Going by their own logic, Elain is the next fmc. Gwyn was a lovely character in acosf, but she isn’t set to be a main character. Elain was. Gwyn was created for Nesta, she’s Nesta’s bestie. Almost eveything about Gwyn, is linked to Nesta. We have now had Nesta’s story,therefore Gwyn has served her main purpose.

Even gwynriels know that gwyn isn’t an important character as of now bcs she has no ties to the IC. She hasn’t met Feyre, the Main character and sjms biggest voice in the series. Gwyn and Rhys aren’t buddies. He will be a Hl to her. She is simply Nestas friend. Nothing more.

I used to like her character but gwynriels and her stans kept on shoving her down my throat yapping about how awesome & great she is compared to Elain, who was boring. Her stans hated elain so much, bringing her down whilst uplifting Gwyn that I now just can’t stand Gwyn. I haven’t reread acosf bcs I don’t want to go through any gwyn scenes. I dont interact w Gwyn content either. I viewed Gwyn the same way you did. She was a side character to Nestas story. She was great, but didnt stick out to me.

As sad as it sounds, the only reason so many people are obsessed with Gwyn is Bcs they’ve potrayed her as another Li for Azriel. Otherwise, she would have been treated the same way Emerie has been treated. As a side character.

Just to end off: Anon, Gwynriels and Eluciens make themselves look foolish when they claim elriel aren’t romantic or obvious. How am I suppose to take their ships seriously when they can’t even acknowledge elriels’ foreshadowing and romance clearly displayed in the books? If you’re claiming you saw absolutely nothing going on between elriel - but gwynriel were so obvious to you - then thats just embarrassing for you. It’s clear that there’s some denial going on.

[sketchfanda]

Fic Challenges and Sketch-verse Lore and headcanons

To those that have enjoyed reading my stories especially a Little Moxxie love, consider this a little post for the odd challenge I may give you all every now and then. Mainly and especially to see if there would be any takers really eager to step up and try out some au concepts I may do a chapter or two on in my one shot fic series for my 3 main muses or concepts for others I’d be interested to see play out.

this will also see me sharing with you guys some more details on my personal headcanons and takes in the respective universes of my 3 main muses and then some, such as my take in the concepts of Hell and Heaven and the afterlife in the batshit insane world of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel because not like that stopped this fandom whi omly had the pilot to go on long before we finally got the series on Amazon prime.

Now of course as a Little Moxxie Love has proven to be my quite frankly most popular fic, it’d make the most sense to base my first challenges on it so here it is maniacs. Let’s see how you guys manage your own spin on a Moxxie harem smut series based on these AUs with a few key terms and conditions of course.

Hellhound Moxxie

Angel Moxxie

So to keep it simple and sweet to the point, for many of you that've enjoyed my story A Little Moxxie Love, I'd like to see your own personal spins on it with any of these two particular AUs of your choice. Whether it's just a series of random one shots or your own full on serial multi-chaptered saga, run wild but remember smut is king. As mentioned of course just a key terms and conditions as follows:

1.Whether or not you just have Moxxie sleeping around with numerous women (and guys of course for those of you who like to fully run with his canon bisexuality) or go for your own personal harem choice, Millie is the alpha girl, being his wife and all. And like in a little Moxxie love you can make it that it's her kink from getting aroused watching her man be a stud....esp if she also happens to be bi herself.

2.Depending which option you take with Angel or Hellhound Moxxie, you can either have Millie still be an imp, which can add some taboo quality aspect to her lovelife with her man or also be an angel or hellhound but yes still every bit Moxxie's sweet sexy, kinky farmgirl wife. Just run with what you think you'd enjoy and feel works best. Regarding Loona, if like in the hellhound Moxxie and Millie image you want her to be an imp in Hellhound Moxxie,by all means get creative.

3.Definite regular partners for either version of Moxxie range from and to, and including of course, Loona, Verosika, Stella, pretty much any helluva or hazbin char that comes to mind but by no means limit yourself to just the Hellverse. As you've all seen with a Little Moxxie Love, crossovers make for a great variety, such is the spice of life. Demons, angels, humans, furries however you slice it and make it work.

4.Whether an angel,imp or hellhound, we all know there are constants when it comes to our sweet little possum. His love of the performing arts and theater, music and as that one short shows, he clearly knows how to use that mouth and tongue in the bedroom. and if you need a little violence,he's a skilled killer. I mean criminy Angel Moxxie would likely have demon girls willing to die by his hand if he was an exorcist on extermination day in Hell. After one last request for some passion of course....

So if anyone has any questions or thoughts they want to share, feel to ask but this is what I've got so far. A few regular commenters and mutuals on my discord server for my 3 main fics have given me a little friendly encouragment to see if there'd be any takers for putting out this challenge, so run wild, maniacs.

[acourtofthought]

Whats your ship? gwynriel/elucien 🥰

When was the moment you shipped them?

What are your top 3 reasons why you ship them?

What is one thing you'd love to see in their book?

Elucien!! I definitely think Gwynriel is endgame and I think they'll be well suited however I'm not smitten by their pairing the way I am Elain and Lucien.

The first time I read the series I had zero problems with them being mated. I saw the Hybern scene and was left thinking, "that's a fun turn of events!" When I got to the novella I thought, "oh, I wonder if Sarah's going to have her with Az instead?" but after the Az bonus in SF I no longer believed E/riel would be a thing.

Truthfully, I didn't care that much about who Elain ended up with at that point because I was there for Feysands story and I was fine with whatever story Sarah wanted to tell for the side characters. It wasn't until I entered the fandom and started looking back over the books to engage in discussions (and that I realized there was a huge discussion over who Elain would end up with) that I really started shipping Elucien. They've since knocked Feysand out of first place for my favorite SJM pairing.

My top 3 reasons?

1) Because Sarah has beautifully set them up to be the most compatible pairing of all her series. Even standing on their own they share strong similarities and I can only imagine how much fun it will be to read about them when they're finally together. They both take care in their appearances and appreciate nice clothes, they are both happiest in nature (from the authors own mouth), they share a similar sense of humor, neither is the type to lash out and use their words to hurt others. Their pairing feels like a warm sunshine soaked day, loving and kind and gentle things reigning supreme for an author who typically writes her pairings as tough, edgy, morally gray warriors who don't let their guards down easily. Feysand and Rowealin were the pairings that did whatever needed to be done to save the world where Elucien feels like the pairing who reminds you of the good in the world that you're trying to save in the first place.

2) I love the aesthetic which kind of goes along with some of what I said above. I love that they are her chance to write two characters who truly embrace that Bridgerton / P & P way of life. Sarah loves P & P and while I know she likes to incorporate the love of Elizabeth and Darcy into all her pairings, Elucien is the couple who would actually embody a similar lifestyle.

3) I think Elain and Lucien are written as struggling to find true connection within the current main cast of characters. They get along with many, offering wise advice and show how they're both capable of "seeing" the others for who they are but that same cast of main characters don't seem to "see" Elain and Lucien with that same clarity. I believe that they, more than anyone else we've seen, will be capable of bringing one another's true depth to light because I think they'll see each other in a way nobody has really has. There's a reason there are so many bad takes regarding Elain and Lucien and who they are and I think that stems from readers falling into the trap of thinking Feyre and Nesta's opinions of them are the actual truth (instead of realizing that Feyre and Nesta at times struggle to "see" certain people for who they are outside of their own personal history with them - they struggle with objectivity). I think Elain and Lucien will be beautiful together because from their POVs we'll finally see them shine in the way Sarah has always wanted them to but needed their book to finally reveal that to us.

One thing I'd like to see from their book? I can't book because there are so many things! Elain as High Lady of Spring performing Calanmai with Lucien. Or Lucien and Elain as High King and Queen (with Lucien being given Gwydion by Nesta because of his possible Starborn ancestry), overseeing the peace of their lands. Elain being the one to free Vassa's curse with "light / healing" powers. Lucien being a f-ing beast with his full powers, humbling Az once he realizes that no, he would not in fact easily defeat Lucien, Elain curing the pegasus foal illness, restoring the dying lands in the different areas of Prythian, the sisters finally seeing Elain for who she is so the three of them can finally share in a healthy relationship, seeing Lucien reuinited with his mother, making amends with Eris.....and on and on and on.

[bambibaby-afterhours]

I feel like the point of that commenter was missed, do you actually think that they knew, for Charlie maybe yes? but I personally didn't know that the other guy was an idf. your feelings are valid but the amount of times they said that they get punished for speaking up or doing thing on their own accord. Contracts are complicated, i hope div1/jype will give them more freedom. It's heartbreaking this is happening in the world right now. It shouldn't even be happening. Right now as a Stay and a person, donating and spreading information is what matters to me right now. I won't be unstanning but will boycott the song. I believe that the kids have their subtle ways to show their support for Palestine. I believe that time will tell. I hope it comes very soon. Free Palestine !! Free Congo !!

🍉 anon

I didnt miss the commenter’s point and im not asking or telling anyone to unstan or boycott skz but being a true advocate for something means doing the complicated and difficult things especially when your in a position to influence change. skz in comparison to the people im palestine, the students protesting and the different groups of marginalized people protesting and speaking out about the genocide happened have nothing to lose.

They’re a major group the writes and produces their own music and if their reputation precedes them then breaking their contractual censorship wont be as big of a problem as people are making it seem.

Chuu for example is from a smaller company but faced being blacklisted simply for wanting fair treatment and to get paid but her reputation and positive interactions with all of the people she’s worked with helped save her career.

The worst thing that can happen to skz for speaking up is they get dropped by jype and then what??? they write and produce all of their music they can keep doing that independently or with a new company.

The worst thing that can happen to skz if they continue to stay silent is happening right now. Giving a platform to two terrible people; a zionist rape apologist and a zionist IDF member and giving them access to their fandom which is allowing a crazy increase of hate and threats to people boycotting and standing up for Palestinians.

Threatening violence to other stays for talking about not watching skz if and when they perform lmb. threatening fights and assaults at large major music festivals and purposefully streaming that song raising it on the charts which just causes more people to listen and give more money to two zionists again one is a RAPE APOLOGIST and the other is an IDF MEMBER.

Doing the hard things, the difficult things can be scary but whats scary is letting this roll off our backs by saying that contracts are complicated and difficult and they need permission.

At the end of the say all of skz are adults and have control of their hands, mouths and access to the internet. It’s 2024 our morals need to be stronger than a signature on paper especially when lives are being lost.

Imagine if your neighbors, your community was all gone in a matter of 220 days (from oct 7 to now(may 14)) due to being bombed, starved, dehydrated, left out to the elements, executed and forced into concentration camps and someone you looked up to not only remains silent about it but gives people involved and in support of this horrible senseless inhumane crime because “contracts are complicated”

Begging people to see you as human and to help you live another day in a language that isnt yours because you simply want the freedom to exist without the sound of drones and bombs 24/7.

Thats the reality for thousands of people in Palestine right now that’s what they have to do to try and get freedom but all skz has to do is pick up their phones and start typing.

It’s extremely simple when you think about it that way.

Thank you anon for donating and spreading information about gaza and boycotting i appreciate it and i know the people in gaza appreciate it even more. Lots of love to you <3 Take good care of yourself and have an amazing may ‎❤︎ ིྀ