#errrgh

[autiomaaa]

wowee

[kawoala]

i want to change my user but idk if u guys will recognize me after that + i will have to change the tags on all my stuff 😕😕

[caterpillarinacave]

I am having such a not good time

[nameissmile]

I bet 8 whole cents you can’t guess what character I’m making fanart of!

[a-holy-light]

Someone asked me to draw you in this, whaddya think?

(Ignore the fact the shoulder things are different art block is a bastard-)

"You have quite a pretty style, I think. I look lovely. Thank you."

[the-ghost-king]

I know having a bit of a tiff probably isn't the best way to start off one of the most dangerous quests ever with your boyfriend but also I think you should tell him off a little bit at least + it's odd (and annoying/irritating) to me personally to see Will so put off by the underworld considering how much death he has dealt with in his life as well and how deeply connected medicine is with death

actually I’m a horrible liar who now plans to live blog reading this so block spoiler tags for tsat if you haven't already... I do try to keep all my posts for liveblogging books when i read them on a single thread so you may also just be able to block the thread

[patricida]

also i think i hurt my nose. like from the bleeding due to dry weather

[ryuuseirune]

regarding the additional tags someone tacked onto that post addressing mlm shippers... shipping a feminine man with a masculine man is not "heteronormative". it is not a moral failing to like pretty, effeminate men, or to ship those men with other, more traditionally masculine men.

i think being online makes it easy to forget that masculinity in men is expected and in fact, normative. yes, mainstream media often emasculates gay men as a form of mockery. simultaneously, however, society decrees that we should behave and dress in a masculine manner, that we should deny and reject the parts of ourselves that deviate from the norm. some gay men lean into masculine behavior and dress as a means of reclaiming the masculinity that has been stripped from them, but others embrace femininity to resist gender roles and subvert societal expectations. i think what fandom fails to recognize is that both are revolutionary in their own ways. it is not a moral failing to relate to or admire feminine men... there is nothing wrong with delighting in the subby and twinkish. especially when it comes to shipping, which is all about what YOU as an individual like! of course it can be frustrating to see your favorite character woobified because they're involved in a specific ship, but you could just block/mute and move on instead of claiming that it's somehow heteronormative for feminine guys to get shagged. because it isn’t. like, who fucking cares if fujosexo719 likes her men hairless like a sphynx?? personally i prefer lithe, androgynous men, but you don't see me shitting on the strong, muscular and manly. sometimes a guy can be weak and waifish; sometimes he can be short and fat and hairy with that aphrodite swag; sometimes his hair is so long it gets into his buttcrack when he showers: but no matter how feminine (or masculine) he is, if he gets his back blown out by another man that shit ain't heteronormative!!! there is no world where having sex with someone of the same (binary) gender is hetero!! yes of course i want to see more diverse bodies and more diverse dynamics, but we aren't gonna get that from yucking each other’s yum. saying that all expressions of homosexual male femininity are immoral for upholding heteronormative gender roles is asinine and i hope one day fandom realizes that

[denizenhardwick]

i'm bored and kind of having a mood drop and it's almost midnight so i should 100% just go to bed but like. i have to film stuff tomorrow. if i go to sleep, i'll have to wake up and do that and then i will be dead tired. 😭

[pberrry]

part 2 !!

rick x sa victim! reader

sorry it took a year😭, this is a long one so prepare yourself

cw- p in v, very gentle sex, protected sex, crying, slight mention of s/a, mostly vague descriptions of genitals/sex

-SPOILER- i started this before the release of season 7 so there’s mentions of rick prime

You licked the last bit of gloppydrop-style ice cream off your lips, looking over at Rick while doing so. The two of you were cooped up in his underground domain. He was working on his latest conquest- finding Rick Prime. You felt obligated to help, but got rejected with a hasty groan every time you attempted to. At this point, you were really just taking up space in the room. Although, you did pass the occasional incredibly technical sci-fi piece of equipment to Rick.

“H-Hey, Y/n, pass me that- that thing right there,” Rick said, pointing in a vague way towards your general direction.

“What thing?” You looked behind you, confused.

“That- that!” Rick said, moving his finger in the slightest, “you fucking dumbass, I’m pointing right at it!”

“Sorry!” You apologized frantically.

Rick groaned.

“Don’t be. Let’s- let’s take a- blueeerrgh- break.” Rick said, getting up from his spot on the chair.

“Yea, okay,” you stayed grounded in your seat, eyes following Rick’s figure steadily as he walked towards you.

“Look, l-listen Y/n. I- blueearghheh- I didn’t mean to make you… make you uncomfortable or anything last- blrrrygh- last night. So don’t fucking use it against me.”

A giggle escaped your mouth.

“What?” Rick looked back at you, insulted, an annoyed glare etched in his eyebrows.

“It’s nothing. Just weird hearing you apologize,”

“Don’t get used to it dumb-errrgh-ass,” he groaned.

The two of you stayed silent for a second.

“I’m sorry if I lead you on or something. I- I really didn’t realize I was,” you apologized.

“You weren’t,” Rick stated bluntly. “It’s fine.”

Goddamn, maybe Summer and Morty were right about this man having a soft spot for you.

“And just to clarify, I wasn’t rejecting you,” You said, looking up.

“Y-you weren’t?” He paused for a moment, you had caught the man off guard. “I mean, of course you fu-euuueghhh-cking weren’t.” He says with that smug grin of his. He’s trying to cheer you up.

“And… I’m sorry I didn’t explain stuff to you.” You say, suddenly looking downwards.

Rick could tell how much you hated talking about it. The way you shifted slightly, the way you started fidgeting with your hands and the way your gaze avoided his. Your mouth peaked open slightly, only to shut again as your thoughts scrambled around, trying to decide the wording of your next sentence. He was staring at you, waiting with that harsh deadpan expression of his.

“Rick, do you think you could… help me?” You ask, fingers dancing nervously in your lap.

“‘Help’ you?” He repeated, a sneaking suspicious as to what you meant crawling up his spine and getting the gears in his head grinding.

“Help me, like… get over my fear. Of having sex.”

That statement hit him like a pile of bricks. Of course, he had half-expected it, but hearing you say it was something else entirely. For a moment he just stared at you. He just couldn’t understand why the fuck you would pick him.

“You want me-bleurrghhh-to what? Sweetie I’m willing- but I’m not sure choosing me is the brightest fucking idea.”

“Why not?” You asked, intrigue lacing your louder-than-usual voice.

“Come on, Y/n.”

“Come on, what?” You ask. “You don’t have to question my reasoning, you’re doing a good deed anyways.” You say, an almost pleading look in your eyes.

“Is it?” He retorts, grunting lightly.

You nod your head. He gives you a troubled, almost hesitant expression with a groan. Yea, of course he’d love to fuck you. Just not in these… circumstances. He would hate himself if he was responsible for hurting you, especially in the way that other person had.

“Fine.” He almost spits out. “When would you like me-bleurrghhh-to have sex with you?” He asks, bluntly.

“…now?” You respond.

He perks up, tilting his head a little and giving you a look that says ‘this is your last chance to back out’, before clicking a button and setting the garage into soundproof mode. Surprisingly, the work bench beside you began to rearrange itself into something a bit more… comfortable? Making you wonder why he had that function wired into his work bench, but of course the man was kind of a whore. You assumed that was where you were supposed to sit, so your plopped yourself down right there as you waited for Rick. The man was scrambling around for something in one of the drawers, when he pulled out a condom and some lube. He sat it beside you.

This was it. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, almost to the point you feared Rick might be able to hear it.

“Do you want a Xanax… or something?” He asked, a poor attempt at calming your nerves, to which, you shook your head.

“Stand up.” He said plainly, and you thought his words might knock the wind out of you.

Once you stood up, you could literally almost feel your knees buckle from how nervous you were. You felt his hands slip around your shoulders and grip them, cautious of his hands going places that may make you uncomfortable.

He leaned in, placing an unexpected kiss on your lips. Before you knew it, you were deepening the kiss, encouraging him to also. And that he did. His tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring what could possibly have been the best thing he ever tasted. After a few minutes, he lowered himself to his knees, an aged groan escaping his mouth. Although it was a bit embarrassing, his hardened dick was already straining uncomfortably against his jeans at just the action of kissing you.

He placed his hands on the hemline of your jeans, looking up at you for permission. You nodded hesitantly as you began to feel the cold air hit your exposed thighs, your jeans crumpling down at your ankles. Rick couldn’t wait.

He slipped your panties down, rough and calloused fingers meeting your plump skin. He slid them between your folds, rubbing you in little circular motions which made your legs jerk and shake lightly. His movements were slow and deliberate, observing your expressions carefully for and signs of discomfort. When he didn’t see any, he leaned in, propping your leg up on his shoulder. He buried his head between your legs, his tongue beginning to work it’s expertise on you. He gently eased his fingers into you, trying to lessen the pain you might be feeling by increasing the speed of his tongue. After all, you had been celibate for many years after what had happened to you, and he knew you probably weren’t used to the feeling.

Your fingers intertwined with his blue locks of hair, little moans and whines escaping you. You could feel your hips grind ever so slightly against his tongue and fingers, pushing you to orgasm. He curled his fingers, making you arch your back and let out a cry of pleasure. It comforted you some; knowing he was below you and not the other way around. His tongue lapped away at you with precision, liked he’d done this thousands of times and perfected the art.

With one final tremble of your legs, you came on his fingers. Rick couldn’t help the grin pulling at the side of his lips at the sight of your pleasured expression, and the cum coating his fingers. With one swift motion, he licked the cum off his fingers, causing your heart to pound inside your chest. His hands slipped around your waist, gripping you tightly and propping you up onto the workbench table with ease. Your hands held onto his wrists tightly, as if wanting control over his movements. He didn’t mind.

“You okay? Want me to continue?” He asked, staring down at you.

You nodded, breath heavy and anxious. The sound of his fly unzipping sent chills down your spine, unknowingly causing tears to well up in your eyes. You didn’t notice until Rick used his thumb to gently soothe your under-eye. He grabbed the lube, gently coating your entrance, before grabbing a condom and slipping it over himself.

“Lay down.” He instructed, his hand on your back to provide comfort against the hard table.

He leaned over you, pressing his head to your entrance. He gently eased into you, muttering a string of praises and soft words of encouragement.

“Good, only a little more…” He said softly, his dick still pushing into you and making a small whine leave your mouth.

He let out a low groan once he was as far as he could go, looking up at you with an oddly flushed face.

“Can I move?” He asked, his voice weirdly gentle.

You nodded, and began to feel his warm mass glide back in forth inside of you. You could feel a wetness gliding down your cheek, realizing you were crying. Rick did a good job of wiping your tears while simultaneously encouraging you. One of his hands moved to your hips, gripping it lightly to keep you in place. His other hand focused on wiping away your tears and ruffling your hair a little to calm your nerves. His hips moved back and forth in a intimate dance of love and lust for you, slowly gaining speed.

“Fuckkkk… don’t cry, sweetheart..” He groaned out, his eyes shut tightly in bliss.

Feeling the pleasure built up intensely inside him, he pulled out and came against your stomach, condom basically filled to the brim. Both of you were panting, flushed messes. It took Rick a few moments to compose himself, taking off his condom and tossing it into a nearby trash can. The sight of you, laying there, all flushed and sweaty, almost made him cum again. He helped you sit up, wiping your tears a little.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice gruff as per usual but his actions told otherwise.

“Yea…” you answered, words heaved out because of your stolen breath.

In a gesture very unlike him, Rick pulled you close, hugging you to his chest and petting your head affectionately.

He definitely had a soft spot for you.

He grabbed a clean towel, gently wiping you off. After he was done, he grabbed the hoodie you had previously discarded and pulled it over you. He picked you up, allowing your legs to straddle his waist and your arms to latch onto his neck. You found yourself oddly worn out in his arms, sleep’s embrace tempting you. He carefully laid you on the spare bed he sometimes slept in while in his random, obsessive bursts of searching for Rick prime. He seemed to think for a moment, debating wether he should go back to working on his conquest or joining you in a nap. He chose the latter.

ty for reading!!! hope you enjoyed

[possessionguy]

Fatso’s takeover (Alex)

It has been months since Fatso has had some fleshie fun and is jealous of his fellow ghosts Stinky and Stretch since they recently just invaded some hunky fleshies on a cruise ship and had the best time of their afterlives.

“I have been in need to have some fun inside a fleshie! This big belly is NOT going to feed itself! Time to find myself a perfect fleshie to inhabit Haha!” Fatso rumbles as he laughs and fades through the walls of his room to find his fleshie.

Fatso searched through Gyms, Hotels, Villas, Restaurants, Theme Parks and EVEN a country club trying to find the perfect fleshie, but no one was peaking his ghostly interest. 

“This search has been excruciatingly annoying! All I want is the perfect  fleshie I can squeeze into and  fulfill my needs with, but all I am getting is NOTHING!”

Fatso has never been this angry before as he is usually the most calm and collected ghost out of his ghostly trio, but because of all the pent up urges from the months of not possessing any fleshies, Fatso is furious. Fatso is nearly on the brink of giving up when he decides to give it one more push and search through one more area.

Fatso decided to search more domestically for his vessel of fun and search through the homes in Los Angeles, where there are usually the most sexy of fleshies. Fatso goes through countless homes when finally nears a house that has some pretty awful music coming from it. Fatso would usually avoid this kind of house, but Fatso is desperate.

Fatso phases through the walls of this 2-story home when he ends up in the kitchen. Fatso becomes easily distracted by the idea of food.

“Ooh! Let's see what food there is that I can enjoy!” 

Fatso sticks his head in the fridge and finds basic groceries and some ice cream he swallows down in one gulp.

“Hehehe, that was deliciously sweet!”

Fatso laughs to himself as he notices the awful music again. Fatso  goes invisible and floats through the ceiling and ends up on the second floor when he sees something.

“What in the ghostly realm is going on here?” Fatso says to himself.

Fatso is eyeing down a man embarrasingly dancing in front of his phone. Fatso takes a closer look at this fleshie as he realizes this fleshie is perfect for him. The fleshie is hunky and meaty as he dances and his thick legs and arms bounce side to side which gets Fatso riled up.

“Now this is the fleshie I have been WAITING FOR! Time for some Fatso fun!”

Fatso immediately decides to lock the doors and windows of the room he and his fleshie are in and is inspired by his ghostly brother Stretch when he goes inside this fleshie’s phone.

The fleshie’s name is Alex and as he dances to his phone trying to make some Tik Toks for his fans something strange happens. Alex’s face looks to have turned blue and he has these big cheeks and piercingly yellow eyes. Also Alex looks to have gained a big belly. Alex stops dancing in confusion.

“What is wrong with my face? Since when did I look like that? And what happened to my body! Why am I so bloated?! Is this a filter?”

Alex takes a step closer to his phone trying to get a closer look and figure out what is wrong when he begins to hear a heavy laugh booming from his phone. Alex then jumps back as Fatso’s ghostly blue face flies out of his phone and is a couple inches away from Alex’s fleshie one.

Alex screams out, “What the hell! What is going on!?”

Fatso laughs and replies, “Hi there fleshie! Mind if I come in?”

Alex looks utterly confused, “Come in?”

Fatso grins, “Don’t mind if I do! I love a fleshie with hospitality!”

Fatso comes roaring from Alex’s phone and slams into his face as Fatso’s head pops into Alex’s mouth. Alex begins to scream which is muffled from Fatso’s form. Alex gets knocked back onto the floor as Fatso is pushing inside his mouth and throat.

“Errrgh Open wide big boy! Cause Fatso is coming on board! Hahaha!”

Alex manages to stand up but is pushed into the wall as Fatso hurls himself hard into Alex’s mouth. As Alex hits the wall Fatso’s arms and upper chest slurp into Alex’s throat which causes Alex’s eyes to go wide as he feels Fatso’s form down his throat and behind to squeeze into his belly.

“Almost there fleshie! Just let This Big Ol Belly of mine in and we are gonna have some fun!”

Fatso pushes and squeezes hard to fit his ghostly gut into Alex’s mouth for almost 10 minutes when he finally gets all of his belly in and all that is left is his ghostly tail flailing outside of Alex’s mouth. Alex feels so much heavier and bloated as he feels Fatso’s big belly drop into his own as his belly feels bigger and shakes as Fatso fills it up.

Fatso’s tail slurps into Alex’s mouth with a pop as Alex’s eyes look down at his closed mouth and puts his hands on his bloated belly as he feels Fatso inside.

“Now this is what I call a 5-star living environment. Fatso can get used to this! Hahaha!” 

Fatso’s laugh shakes Alex around as Alex looks visibly uncomfortable.

“What are you doing to me? What do you want!”

“I want.. well… YOU! I need a fleshie to enjoy some time in and you are my top choice! Now get comfy cause it's time for me to get fully situated.”

“NO I WON'T LET YOU!”

“Sorry fleshie but nothing you can do about it! Hahaha!”

Alex has a terrified but angry expression on his face and as Fatso begins to shift inside him to take over his body, Alex gets an idea as he stares at his weirdly bloated belly.

“I don't want you in my BODY!”

Alex puts his hands together like a rock and slams it against his belly which immediately causes all the pressure of Fatso inside to begin to go up towards his chest.

“Hey what are you doing dumb Fleshie?! Stop that! There is precious cargo in here!”

Alex continues to slam his stomach over and over which doesn’t hurt because Fatso is taking all the punches. All the slams push Fatso farther up but then suddenly Alex has the urge to fart. As Alex farts he feels a shift in his body. 

“What are you doing fleshie?! Where am I going?!” Fatso yells as his form shoots down to Alex’s ass

Alex sees this happen but does not care as he slams his stomach one more time. This final slam causes Fatso to slowly come out yelling from Alex’s asshole head first. 

“NOOOOO! Let me back in! This can’t be happening to me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BODY YOU STUPID GHOST!”

Alex feels an intense pressure in his ass as Fatso comes blasting out, but Alex lowkey enjoys it as Fatso presses against his G-spot while being expelled from his body.

Fatso finally comes barreling out of Alex’s ass and hurdles at the door as Alex releases a sigh of relief and feels up his ass as it is sore from Fatso’s expulsion.

“Aargh! Why do you have to be like that fleshie? I just want to have some fun in that sexy fleshie body of yours!”

“This body is mine and you cannot possess me! I am out of here!”

Alex runs for the door and tries to escape but it is no use as Fatso locked all the exits earlier.

“That’s right, there is no way out of here little fleshie. Fatso is going to get inside your body whether you want me to or not! Now come here!”

Fatso flies towards Alex and uses his belly as a weapon as he bumps Alex away from the door and into the middle of the room, knocking over his phone stand.

“Now that right there was the Fatso specialty! Hahaha!”

Alex is in a haze trying to collect himself from the knockout he just endured but before he could Fatso flies above him and yanks his pants and underwear down revealing Alex’s bulbous ass to the cold air. Alex flips over onto his back from the sudden reveal and his dick is out in the open looking back at Fatso which catches the horny ghost’s attention.

“Oohh hey there little guy! What’s that? You want me to hop in? Well why didn't you say earlier! CANNONBALL!!!”

Fatso rears up and flies into the air as Alex’s eyes go wide as he realizes what Fatso is planning to do. Before Alex can move away, Fatso comes slamming down onto Alex’s cock as his tail slurps right into his slit which causes Alex’s eyes to roll back from the sudden orgasmic feeling. Fatso is stuck sitting on Alex’s dick as he sees Alex’s reaction.

“Hahahaha! I see you liked that fleshie! Now get ready cause there is more of that to come!”

Fatso begins to slam repeatedly into Alex’s cock as he slowly squeezes down. Alex’s cock stretches trying to make room for the bulbous ghost trying to fit in. Alex tries to push Fatso off of him by grabbing Fatso's belly but it is not used as Fatso swats his hands away and pushes even harder.

“NO STOP THIS– UGHHH– OOH MAN!”

Alex cant even move as Fatso pushes harder and harder which puts Alex into the most orgasmic feeling he has ever felt as his dick is intruded and his belly grows as more of Fatso slurps inside.

“Having a fun time fleshie? Get ready to have more fun once i'm in control!”

Fatso uses his hands to grab onto Alex’s thighs and pull himself into Alex’s cock as more of his gut squeezes inside and Fatso is getting more of himself inside his new fleshie host.

“Ughhh OHHH MAN ERGHHH MY DICK!”

Alex whimpers and groans through the entire possession as Fatso wriggles and spins trying to slurp in even faster into Alex.

“I'm almost in fleshie! Now to do one more push! 3…2…1… HERE I COME!”

Fatso rears up and then back down in a giant slam which pushes Alex back onto the floor and Fatso’s entire gut and arms slurp into Alex’s dick as Alex moans so loud the neighbors could hear him.

“OOOOHHHH MANNN ERGHHH!”

All that is left outside of Alex’s dick is Fatso’s chubby face. Alex looks down and sees Fatso looking back at him. Alex cannot do anything as Fatso is so deep inside him.

“Looks like I am all back in fleshie. Don’t think about doing anything this time! Bye Bye! HAHAHAH!”

Fatso gives Alex a wink as he slurps his head into Alex as Alex feels Fatso’s head travel into his belly which is bloated once again. 

“Ughhh my stomach feels so weird again! Fatso please make this stop!!!”

Alex feels his jiggle belly once again as he feels 3x heavier from the ghost inside him.

“Sorry fleshie but no-can-do! Possession is 9/10s the law and Fatso is ready to become captain of this ship now! Hahaha!”

Fatso begins to shift around inside Alex as Alex begins to feel Fatso spread through out his body. Alex begins to shake around and spin around the room as Fatso takes over.

“Woooah what is happening! Make it stop Ahhhh!”

Alex shakes and spins as Fatso is laughing from within him.

“Shake shake shake fleshie! Fatso has got you now! Hahaha! Dance like you do to your phone! Hahahaha!”

Alex continues to shake and jiggle as Fatso begins to squeeze his arms into Alex’s own as Alex feels himself losing control.

“My arms! Noooo! I can't feel my arms!”

Fatso laughs as he then slams his form into Alex’s legs which gives Fatso control of Alex’s legs now.

“Your thighs feel amazing fleshie! Fatso rates it a 10/10!”

Alex gasps as he feels Fatso’s cock slurp into his own which causes his dick and balls to feel cold as they grow in size from the ghostly filling. Alex’s waist jumps forward as this happens.

“Looks like your little guy isn't so ‘little’ anymore! Hahahah!

Alex is continued to be taken over as he feels the pressure of Fatso move up to his neck as Fatso begins to try and squeeze himself into Alex’s head for the final takeover.

“Fatso please don't do this! Erghhh! It is my body!”

Fatso laughs, “Don't fight it fleshie. Fatso wants to get this party started and I need you to make that happen! Now let fatso in that pretty face of yours huh?”

Fatso pushes one last time as his ghostly head pops into Alex’s. Both Alex and Fatso gasp and moan at the same time as Fatso’s face appears over Alex’s for a moment and flies back in as Alex goes silent for a minute. Alex wakes up but it is no longer Alex as Fatso has taken control and has a wide grin of excitement from his achievement.

“Hahahaha! Now this is more like it! Fatso can get used to this!”

Fatso feels himself all over as he is ready for the time of his afterlife!

-END-

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[radiantdustreactions]

dear diary . errrgh?!

Due to popular demand, I will be posting my live reactions to the media I am indulging in. For the foreseeable future, such media is The Adventure Zone, but feel free to request other things you like in my inbox!

I have a backlog from Balance, Outre Space, MBMBAM, Vs Dracula, and I am currently on Amnesty (almost done!) (9/1/24)

I am.. a very slow media intaker in general.. so we’ll see what’s up.

main blog: @fungimoth

Feel free to follow the journey, or not! I don’t mind! All posts will be tagged accordingly for easy access.

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC REVIEW: The Trouble with Inventing a Viscount

4/5. Releases 9/24/24.

Vibes: cat and mouse, con artistry, heroine stomping her foot and going "ERRRGH" while the hero smirks

Heat Index: 6/10

Honoria Hartley doesn't want to marry--and that doesn't seem to be an issue, as she's been betrothed since childhood to the long-lost Viscount Vandemere. The last thing she expects is Vandemere showing up on her dootstep; and it's much worse than that. The man claiming to be the viscount is Oscar Flint, a con artist Honoria had a run-in with a year before (she probably shouldn't have told him about the missing viscount). She's determined to avoid marrying him--he's determined to pull off a con with his life on the line. Now, if they can only stop kissing...

One of the best things about Vivienne Lorret is her sense of humor as a writer, and this book is a perfect example of that. From the very beginning, you have this snarky interplay between the truly bratty (in the best way) and headstrong Honoria and the very smarmy yet very charming Oscar. It feels kind of like a screwball comedy, with the two of them--especially Honoria--going to increasingly ridiculous lengths to one-up each other. I'm talking like... disguises. Eyepatches. Honoria comes from a theatrical family, and Lorret takes full advantage of that.

It is a little cluttered at points, if I'm being honest--we have not only Honoria and Oscar falling in love and digging at each other, but an entire family attempting to get rid of Oscar. However, there's such a charming chemistry between the two of them--and so many hilarious moments--I could forgive a little plot lagging here and there. I wouldn't call this enemies to lovers, but it's definitely rivals to lovers, and if you're down with that... this is for you.

Quick Takes:

--I'm so used to romance novels starring plain heroines or heroines who are pretty and just don't realize it... Honoria is super pretty and very much realizes it. Oscar first meets her in total disguise (Honoria loves a disguise) and his dismay at realizing that she is in fact, just as pretty as she claimed to be, is excellent content. If only she wasn't hot!

Genuinely, the characterization of Oscar and Honoria is the best part of the book. They're both kind of disasters, and they act absolutely ridiculous over each other. It's just a lot of fun.

--At the same time, the stakes are fairly high. Lorret balances that tone with her turn of phrase, but she doesn't totally abandon the touches of darkness the plot necessitates. I mean, there is very much an executioner's bland hanging over Oscar's neck for a lot of this book. But he's so wry and clever that you don't always remember that. It's not a bad thing--the opposite, actually.

--It's honestly kind of nice to see a plot that's really zany, even if I think the pacing between the lovers could've been a bit faster. This reminds me a little of older historicals. You definitely feel the big swings coming, and I appreciate that.

--I love the Hartley family. So fun to read a historical in which the parents are into each other and the mom in particular is such a romantic. A romantic who wants her daughter to realize how important it is to get yours!

--I can't get into one thread that I was excited about... which turn out to not be that. It did make me wish that we saw more historical heroines who aren't particularly into the idea of having babies.

The Sex:

There are about 3.5-ish sex scenes, two of which sort of run into each other. They're all well-done and hot, though I think we definitely could've gotten a little more creative. But in my opinion, the hottest scene of the book is actually a RIDICULOUS picnic that has some of the most insane erotic eating content I've ever read. I was laughing, but at the same it was like... YES?

A con artist romcom is always fun, and this is no exception. Pick it up when you're in the mood for a romp, especially if you like the idea of heroines just! Not! Wanting! To admit! They're into someone!

Thanks to NetGalley and Avon for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my won.

[the-phantom-peach]

Omg I had no idea you liked Zelda too?! Favorite link? Or I guess Zelda game? •x•

Yes it’s actually my favorite video game series! But errrgh it’s so hard to pick one for either question,,

aaahh I have to say Skyward Sword link is my favorite characterization of Link in the series and Twilight Princess was just such an amazing story and game

BUUUT botw/totk Link is still a good contender for both, I just haven’t finished totk yet ;;

[dynamic-k]

It's been around a day, so I'm guessing that you chose not to answer my last question. That's fine! You don't have to.

So, I have another one, if you want to answer:

Are RGBY and Second going to tell anyone (Purple and Vic mainly) that Purple is Orchid and Navy's son?

If so, how is Purple going to react? Is he going to tell King Orange?

Also, on the topic of King Orange, does Gold exist in this universe?

Is he dead? Is that still the reason why King Orange is doing what he is going to do?

Hm... villain origin stories XD

Have an awesome day,

-R

I am actually going to answer your other ask as best I can, I just haven't yet because... XD Well, you'll understand once I'm done with it-

= w = Soorry for taking too long with it.

Yes, the quadruplets and Sec are indeed gonna tell Purple, in a chapter titled "The Fairest": in which, Green, Blue, Yellow, Red, Second, Orchid, and Navy invite Purple to a carnival fair thing and the group has a silly day whilst Purple gets reacquainted with his biological parents.

I've had snippets of that chapter done for awhiiiile, but I have yet to reach that point in time of the plot- errrgh

Who knows if Purple might tell King~? Hmm~ Guess we'll have to wait and see~ [hurry up, me- the people await-]

GOLD DOES EXIST. Or maybe he did exist at one point.

U v U

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now how do I say more without major King backstory lore spoilers-

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Well, I at least have a backstory planned for him which is saying something, as a lot of Arc Two is still unfinished and not fleshed out to where I'll proceed with it, even if there are some specific scenes I envision.

:D YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AS WELLL!!! :3

and i'm so sorry for taking a while on the other ask- T T

[ikram1909]

I just saw Cuba face..... When I find the slack jawed nutless motherfu....that- errrgh!!!

We need to keel him