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lumiereandcogsworth · 8 months ago

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that baseball ask you sent (which I'm answering rn :3) made me wonder if Belle or Adam or any of their kiddos ever play sports? or enjoy any? 👁️

FUN QUESTION YAY!!! i am going to divide it between canon and modern au because i think about BOTH.

CANON:

adam: he… does not like exercise at all. he got teased a lot as young lad for preferring to sit in the shade (or inside) and read during recreational time, rather than joining the other boys in activities. now, i did a bit of digging, and actually at this point in time, france wasn’t a very sporty place. they were much more into the ✨intellectualism✨ of it all. and sports were rough and grimy. blegh! even still, the upper class (i.e. where Prince Adam would be hanging, if you can believe it) had lots of tennis, fencing, and equestrian things. i think adam liked Watching equestrian races/obstacle courses/polo matches, (and probably(definitely) developed crushes on some jockeys) but wasn’t super interested in Doing those things. he preferred to just ride horses freely, not so much for challenge’s sake. but he loves horses a lot so watching them was fun for him :3 anyway, he hated tennis because there’s way too much running and coordination involved and you’re usually just standing directly in the sun. disgusting. even if it was indoors it’s too SWEATYYY. BUT! i do think he enjoyed fencing a lot! he sees it as less exerting (though it is) and more of an art form to master. and he was pretty good at it! which was a nice confidence boost. i have a fic that’s a few years old but it’s when adam & belle are still courting and they FENCE!! it’s incredibly adorable. here it is

belle: ACTIVE ADVENTURE GIRL WHO RAN LIKE A MILE AFTER GASTON PROPOSED TO HER????? hell yeah she sports. like i said though, “sports” weren’t much of a thing. and especially since she didn’t have any friends to play with :( BUT i absolutely think that her and maurice would toss/kick a ball back and forth of SOME kind. you can’t convince me otherwise. she always wanted to be outside!! and maurice was with her much of the time!! so i think they played catch. i also hc that he taught her how to swim in the river that flows past the village, and i think she’d enjoy swimming A LOT. when she learns about mermaids she loses her freaking mind and wishes on stars to become one. but anyway, she was as sporty as a french 18th century village girl could be!! she climbed trees constantly (definitely has lots of little scars like giselle!!) and loved to RUN ! she just had (and still has) So Much Energy. she also just made up a lot of silly games that requires running between trees and making her own obstacle courses. and as an adult, as QUEEN! i think she enjoys tennis and plays with either her kiddos or her ladies in waiting. (or just anyone. i could see her being like “hello sir we need to figure out this business thing. shall we discuss over a game of tennis?” and he’s just like ??? okay ?? your majesty ???????)

renée: SPEAKING OF ENERGY! little renée is just like her mama. loves running and jumping and climbing!!!! but a major difference is they grew up in entirely different stations!! when renée grows older she gets REALLY into polo and maybe even equestrian obstacle courses - though idk the policies on women doing that stuff at that point >:/ but she’s the princess royal so fuck you. anyway she also enjoyed fencing and tennis when she went to university. (i don’t think she was super good at either of them but… she does her best) she’s just such a horse girl !! so that’s where she shined. (her & adam sometimes go to horse races/shows together,,, bonding time. i’m sure belle joins a lot too but she’s BUSY and adam is more willing to play hooky from work, lmao)

juliette: not really a sports girlie. she loves running around and playing with her siblings !! but she wasn’t as brave in terms of climbing trees, and she was afraid of horses until she was like, 8 (and even then, she’d only ride with adam or belle). i think her favorite way to be active is either going on walks or swimming :)

maurice: little reecy is much like his mama too, just chaos and running and climbing. he has fun swimming too. he also likes to WRESTLE even though he’s not all that muscular. he and his best friend xavier, since they were toddlers, simply attack each other for fun. (maurice also likes picking play fights with adam, and adam’s always like sON PLEASE— but maurice has already tackled him onto the bed or sofa adjskd) anyway i think it would be so funny if he just absolutely DOMINATED in tennis when he goes to university. like just an absolute legend. they put his name on the plaque in the trophy hall and everything. and what’s so annoying is he doesn’t even care about it that much. he’s just having fun and making friends. he’s one of those people that is naturally good at a lot of things… very annoying but he’s so charming and sweet that you don’t even care 😮‍💨

(oh and, obviously, all the kids are WELL verses in many many many different dances. just comes with the 18th century royal territory ✨ they all took classes and they all enjoyed it to varying degrees!)

okay, MODERN AU!

adam: once again, sports were not his vibe. PE class was a damn nightmare for every possible reason. later on when he’s with belle, she Tries to take him on runs or at least to do some yoga or something. and he just hates it man😭 “why must you TORTURE ME” but then it always bites him in the ass later because he’ll be groaning from aging and being randomly sore and belle’s like “if only you stretched!😌☕️” and he’s just like 😒

belle: sooo sporty as a kid, i can’t even decide if she had a favorite. soccer basketball softball volleyball track cross country tennis lacrosse swim team ?? i think she’d enjoy basketball and soccer most, just because they’re the most stimulating and active. but she really did enjoy trying all of them!!! i think cross country was also lovely for her bc she could just run and THINK! in college she probably took a lot of fitness classes (i took kickboxing and spin, which she Definitely would too) and just be at the rec center as much as she could (which unfortunately wouldn’t be much, since she was doing two majors and So Busy). and as an adult she probably is always doing some kind of fitness class, as well as going to gyms to swim! and going on runs when the weather is nice (the runs make adam uneasy because WHAT IF SOMEONE KIDNAPS YOU!!!! so she’s like 🙄 and turns on location on her phone so he can check if it’s been Too Long. also he makes her carry pepper spray. the man worries Okay) anyway she’s always doin somethin <3

renée: again, like belle, she tried lots of sports!! not as many as her mama, but lots. she also did dance/ballet for many years. like from toddler age to maybe 10 or 11 or so. and that took a lot of her time, but she still somehow found a way to try other sports too. i think of the ones she tried she probably liked volleyball the most. and it’s the only one she did in high school. (she focused more on academic stuff anyway, so one sport was satisfactory). she’s still a horsegirl in modern au though and, given their financial capabilities, she probably did horse stuff on the side like polo. i think she always wanted her own horse but it was never realistic, she focused more on other things and couldn’t devote her time to it. but she definitely complained about it A LOT when she was younger. looking back as an adult though she’s glad she didn’t Have A Horse to care for still. she had her favorites at the ranch she’d go to and that was good enough!

juliette: still not a sports girlie! lmao. PE was Also a damn nightmare 😭 but she did ballet with renée for a handful of years as well, and i think she liked taking swim classes, so adam & belle found some kind of swim team club thing for her to join that was less intense than school competitions. (which Really helped her get a tad better at socializing !! but still always a struggle for her 😞) anyway i think she still swims sometimes in college, but is much more focused on school and being in the orchestra (we got a violin prodigy over here!!!!) so it’s less and less. but as an adult she walks and such. whenever her & renée can meet and catch up, they go on long walks together :”3 and sometimes horseback riding !

maurice: okay reecy ALSO did ballet as a kid, just like his sisters, but he only did it a few years because he got Really Into Baseball !!!!! so he traded his dancing shoes for CLEATS! i think he did other sports too, soccer, track, maybe even tennis to be reminiscent of his 18th century counterpart, but baseball is his love. he may even play in college, perhaps! as an adult i can totally see him being the baseball couch for his nieces/nephews/kids later on. i think he’d enjoy that a lot :”3 AND he’d also be really into hiking. he’d wanna be all “into the wild” and go on a solo hike somewhere lesser known but adam 1000% forbid it. “that boy was an idiot. you’re not doing that.” and maurice says “DAD! don’t speak ill of the DEAD!” and adam goes “my point entirely😮‍💨” but anyway reece obeys and only goes on hikes with groups of friends and in Relatively Known Areas🙄. he even drags his family on a hike every now and then when they’re all adults! only belle and his partner eloise really enjoy it with him 💔 reecy & belle prob do (VERY CUTE) mother-son hikes sometimes though!!!!!🥹

#EEEEEEEEEEE :)))))#sorry i talked so much but AH!#i couldn’t Not include modern au. i think about that universe A Lot #anyway thank you🥰🥰🥰#alex tag #answered #batb 2017 #batb headcanons #adelle #modern au adelle #oc writing #adam #belle #renée #juliette #maurice

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lizzybeth1986 · 2 years ago

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opinions on lena rys? (sorry if this has already been asked LOL! I'm just interested to see your take)

Thank you for that question @elusetta! It's a pleasant and lovely surprise to get a question like this one... though idk if you'll actually like what I have to say here.

(Also lmao half the fandom will probably hate me for this essay, but everything I've written here is the truth. If y'all want to cling to your biases instead, fandom, be my guest and skip this essay)

I have two kinds of opinions regarding Lena - Lena as an individual character, and Lena in terms of what the writers wanted narratively.

As an individual character...eh. She's okay. On paper she could be promising, but on the whole she starts from one tangent and lands somewhere else altogether midway (and while one can say this of any character in the series, the fact is that, in her case, those inconsistencies all co-exist in the same book!).

Lena is an incredibly self-contained character. Sure, she is both the key to the VI's takeover of Cordonia and the weak link that facilitates their downfall - but there is very little she has to give the story or the other characters, and far more that they are constantly expected to give her. She is first presented to us as more of a loyal soldier to the VI, but mid-story she would have us believe that she'd be a better monarch and had always wanted to be queen. She is part of a cult that claims to be anti-monarchy, yet decides she must be queen and operates under a cult filled with monarchs. And there isn't enough pushback against the notion that a glorified puppet to a murderous cult would make a good monarch, and Lena gets away far too easily with her own crimes at the end (thanks to the brother she had spent the whole book mocking). Most of our time is spent coddling her and pampering her and convincing her that we genuinely like her, and very little on her actually self-evaluating. Like Olivia before her, she's there simply to be cosetted by us (by her brother Liam in particular) before she can afford us even a tenth of the grace she's been given.

And while I'm sure a horde of Lena stans may land on this ask to bleat about her tragic childhood and Sigrid's brainwashing, I'd like them to ask themselves one thing. Even the most conditioned person will find themselves questioning beliefs they grew up with from time to time. (Hana had done that on her own - several times - during the original TRR series, and this same fandom had no problem calling her "weak"). It takes Lena forever to even question Sigrid's weird logic. Yet I'm supposed to believe she'll make a great queen just because she's got military skills? Even though her critical thinking is...barely there? (And believe me, enough people in fandom were celebrating the notion of Lena replacing Liam and what the VI were doing for a portion of the story).

There are possibilities to make such a character compelling - someone who believes they have agency and independence only to realize they are lowly pawns can make for a good inner conflict, and could provide the core group with a good contrast as well - but not with this team, or this fandom. Not with a head writer who will simp for the Val Greaves/Olivia Nevrakis character type against all logic, not with a fandom that is forever desperate to make Liam their personal scapegoat. Not with a team and fandom who are uncomfortable with acknowledging their own favourites' actual flaws. Both of these groups only saw her armor, snark, gun skills and hatred of Liam, and decided she was a great character based solely on that.

Personally and out of the larger context of this story, I don't particularly mind Lena as a character. In a better story that had more balance, I'd probably be more sympathetic. I prefer some of the sweeter and softer female characters, or the characters that represent diplomacy in a series like this. I'm a lot more protective of them nowadays because they tend to be looked down upon most of the time (especially if they are default WOC!). And that happens more often than not with this series!

On a narrative level...well. Buckle up coz I have a real bone to pick with the writing team and the fandom on this specific issue.

Narratively, Lena is the most obvious sign of the TRR writing team's cravenness and shamelessness, and the biggest sign of their disdain for the character that gave them the whole premise of this series.

Mind you, I cannot blame solely Lena for this. She is just a culmination of what the team was already doing to Liam. Kneecapping Liam was a process that began early and went on for six books, with fandom encouragement. Liam, contrary to the fandom's claims (and the Drake stans - whose favourite was himself eating up other characters' space on the regular - complain about this the loudest), was already being disadvantaged in several ways.

Here are just a few ways that events that happened to Liam (or storylines that should have been his) but were instead centered on other people, including the MC:

1. Traumatic events:

The assassination attempt that left Liam so traumatized that he could barely eat, and made him shut himself off to everyone, was never incorporated for his benefit. He never gets to talk about it, the MC herself never bothers to ask him about it. It only exists so Drake can sound less whiny about staying in a place that he hates.

The assassination attempt that kills Constantine? At a time when Liam had to grapple with questions about his own rule? Guess what Liam gets. A solitary tear at the finale, and a small scene for the Heir about growing apple trees two books later.

We find out in TRH1 that Godfrey was involved in the plot to kill Eleanor, and in TRH3 that Bartie Sr was his partner in the crime. We center the children of the murderers for the rest. Liam gets barely 10 seconds to attempt to banish Godfrey (the book ends on the latter's successful escape, and the MC conveniently goes into labour at that moment), the next two books require us to pamper the everloving shit out of Madeleine, and Maxwell - who, might I remind you, emotionally blackmailed his brother into giving Bartie Sr his title as Duke and made his father's coup possible - spends more than half of TRH3 playing the betrayed victim.

What does Liam get? A few seconds of the MC mouthing platitudes when they find out, and one scene where Liam is allowed to gaze sadly at daisies. Maxwell gets to weep about his traitor father ad nauseum while barely acknowledging the friend who lost his mother thanks to the same man, Madeleine gets to spend most of TRH2 and 3 expecting us to treat her with kid gloves otherwise she will help Bartie Sr kidnap your child. Honestly, Drake Walker got way more time to moan and gripe about his sister living safely in Paris on Beaumont money!

Most times we hear about something tragic that happened to Liam, it serves to benefit other people - notably team favourites like Drake, Olivia, Madeleine or Maxwell. The entire base of TRH is the mystery of Queen Eleanor's murder, yet the person whose feelings matter least in this story is Eleanor's own son.

Most times when something horrible happens to Liam, or when he discovers something disturbing about his past, the MC hardly pays much attention to him, while showering whiter characters with sympathy and diamond scene moments for less horrific revelations. The same MC who can tell Olivia that it's okay to seek support, or comfort Drake with a drinking game, or convince Bertrand to go easy on Maxwell...has barely any time or interest to support Liam, even when she's married to him.

A Drake stan I'd spoken to around the time of TRH3, once claimed that the narrative may have been trying to balance things between "prominent" LIs by "giving Liam the plot elements" and "giving Drake the emotional baggage". This is an argument I have seen often in the fandom - that "the story makes sense only with Liam as your spouse" ergo he has the biggest advantage of all the LIs. This is directly related to Liam's role as king. Let's take a minute to explore how that is dealt with in the story.

2. Power and Monarchy.

Often Liam is considered PB/TRR's "golden boy" because he is the "royal" spoken about in the title and featuring in all the covers. The popular argument is that the story makes sense only if you married Liam and became his Queen.

However, this argument misses (perhaps deliberately) one very important thing. Even this is mostly centered around the power Liam gives the MC. Liam's attention or even power doesn't increase within the narrative by giving the MC power - in fact it is pushed so far back the narrative often seems to forget who he is, and tosses his role to the MC, Queen Consort or not. His being king hardly seems to benefit him narratively - it is only used to benefit the MC.

People forget that even on a level of being Queen Consort, she shouldn't be having the kind of power she's been given in the narrative, or replace the king. Yet that is exactly what the narrative does.

One of the arcs that was promised for Liam was about the kind of king he hopes to be. As a Crown Prince he grapples with this question, and as a King he faces constant doubt and fear over his capability to rule. When he discovers that his father masterminded the plot against the MC, that moment was written as if it could be a turning point in how he views ruling. At the TRR2 finale he vows to never let fear overpower him the way it did Constantine, and before that in NY he tells the MC that she inspired him to take the reins and have more belief in what he wanted to achieve.

In TRR3, the writers barely bothered to address this conflict at all, besides a line (said in passing, only in his playthrough) about his plans for compensating the Applewood farmers until the new crop could harvest, and a couple lessons on diplomacy for the MC's benefit. Even his role as a king was viewed more in terms of how the MC could use his knowledge, not really as an important aspect of his character. The writers spent far more time forcing Liam to look sadly at the MC that wasn't marrying him, just to appease certain nonLiam stans who missed the love triangle. He was essentially given no real plot of his own in TRR3. This definitely didn't track with the promises made for his storyline in the TRR2 finale in any way or form.

TRH is far more brazen in this respect. From the point that the MC becomes Champion of the Realm/prospective Mother of the Heir, the narrative cedes so much power to her...that it almost treats Liam as a noble rather than the literal King of that country! The royals at the first Ball she hosts in Valtoria address her as if she's the only "monarch" that counts. Isabella questions her about Eleanor rather than Eleanor's actual son. Amalas stalks her constantly. Nobles directly address her as if she's the only one ruling (eg: Kiara's comment about "reactive ruling" elicits a response from the MC, rather than from Liam who is actually standing there).

Even if the MC was the consort ruling alongside the rightfully-appointed King, it still didn't make sense for the narrative to replace him with her in discussions that were meant for the actual person in power. In addition, the narrative itself views her - across playthroughs - more as the Duchess of Valtoria than the Queen of Cordonia - we see her duchy more often than we do the Capitol, there is very little reference to what she does as Queen Consort or any duty she may have to perform on that score, and King Liam himself is made to behave more like a Duke (eg. The only time he's allowed to push back independently against Bradshaw and Isabella in TRH2, is a ballroom duel that is proven pointless by the Auvernese drone attack that they framed Monterisso for).

Most of the power to make decisions is taken out of Liam's hands and given to the nobles who run the Royal Council - and once those decisions turn out to be bad ones, the blame is placed solely on his shoulders even though it was made jointly. Half the characters talk over Liam and directly to the MC about "her rule", even though she is a Queen Consort at best and a random new Duchess at worst.

The MC - who is never really shown doing any actual work for the country or thinking about her people. The MC - whose only political act outside of the shenanigans she gets into with her friends, is a line about contributing to charities. This woman has a wholeass library in her duchy and access to endless resources before that...and still needs to be spoonfed information about neighbouring places by the likes of Hana Lee. This woman started out working in a bar close to a rat-infested dumpster yet never shows a lick of concern for the average commoner in her duchy - forget her kingdom if she is the Queen. She is literally given all of Liam's power, while hardly having to do any of Liam's work (and if you're going to pretend he doesn't do any work? I suggest you read this essay to see what you missed!). And all that is fine - but if this fandom is alright dragging Liam for "being a sucky king" and "partying all the time", I'd better see you guys hold everyone else - including your favourite characters who rule over entire provinces, and your darling MCs - to the same parameters.

By the time we get to TRF, this is the amount of power the narrative gives to the MC:

Not only is Liam's role nerfed to that of a Duke, the narrative itself has no qualms saying the quiet part out loud: Liam isn't the one that matters, the MC is. Liam's decisions and opinions mean nothing, the MC's does.

And this isn't something the MC herself is against, canonically. She enjoys having that power. She revels in it. No matter how badly the fandom wants to make a victim out of her and a Rumpelstiltskin out of Laim - this is a role she accepted wholeheartedly and enjoyed, while not having to work much for it. As a reader you may assume that your vision of the MC wouldn't be comfortable with this role, but canon in no way depicts your assumption as true. So it's not even as if - contrary to fandom's claims - these were roles Liam forced on her.

To revert to what I said at the beginning of this section - the plot runs because Liam is the king of the country and was the reason we came to Cordonia. But in a context like this, that is not at all an advantage. The farther into the story you go, the clearer it is that Liam's role benefits the story more than the story will ever benefit him.

3. Family

Another thread that runs through all the LIs' stories is that of their families. Most of the mystery surrounding the past revolves around Liam's, Drake's, Maxwell's, Olivia's (and briefly, Hana's) parents and their histories - but it would be helpful for once to look at how the narrative frames these stories, and how these characters benefit from them. Are the LIs' themes explored adequately through the inclusion of these stories? Does the LI's feelings get validated by the group, or dismissed? Does the narrative try to downplay the pain they may have endured in childhood, depending on which LI/prominent character the writers preferred?

A prime example of how the narrative uses the family background to their character's advantage is the Drake-Savannah story. Savannah is constantly viewed from Drake's lens, even when it is revealed that she's actually living a comfortable life thanks to a pair of nobles. Drake is STILL allowed to use her "experience" as an example of the "bad, no-good, dastardly nobles", is allowed to look down on the one noblewoman who befriended Savannah, and is allowed to punish Bertrand all the way into TRR3 for perceived slights.

While Savannah likes Bertrand enough to want to marry him, it is Drake's judgement of him that is centered - Savannah brings what he said about Bertrand up whenever she wants to badger him into doing her bidding, and Drake himself is allowed to humiliate Bertrand just to give his agreement to their match. Savannah's wedding is literally the wedding Drake described in a TRR3 diamond scene as his dream wedding (Ice Palace, TRR3 Ch 11), even though canon had her aspire more to the noble life than her brother. That wedding lasted half the book, and involved Bertrand being further humiliated by Drake's family. Despite her many flaws, canon chooses to view Savannah as "perfect" primarily because that's how Drake views her...and Drake can never be proven wrong on anything (even if the team has to do a retcon to make it so). This extends to the rest of his family as well. Canon attempted to create Leona out of whole cloth so that Bianca could appear less of an asshole (an attempt that failed), and Jackson is depicted as a close friend who Queen Eleanor trusted with the news of her pregnancy, yet somehow he never did anything nor asked any questions after she was dead and there was a potential child out there. His father is still the innocent among innocents, the best person and friend that ever existed. Drake is centered in most stories surrounding his family, and so is his perspective.

Maxwell gets something similar to this treatment later on in the story, specifically with the way Bartie Sr's coup and Bertrand's perceived betrayal is handled. The coup itself begins with Bertrand handing over his title and responsibilities to his father - a move facilitated directly due to Maxwell's lies and retcons about Bertrand in his book. Maxwell spends more than half the book clinging to some weak hope that the man - who is literally staging a coup of Maxwell's friend's throne, and later kidnaps a child - is a good man. His tirade against Bartie Sr being a bad parent, in Valtoria, hardly acknowledges what Bertrand had to suffer. As mentioned earlier, when Bartie's treason was revealed Maxwell centers that truth around himself even though the son of the woman Bartie killed is right in front of him (there's a vague promise about how he'll do anything to bring his father to justice, but that's about as far as his communication with Liam on this goes). And finally, even after it's been made clear that Bertrand was secretly supporting the core group, Maxwell and the group still behave like he did something wrong and continue to mistrust him, to the point of expecting him to apologise and suspecting him in the next book to be in the VI (though Maxwell does initially stage a weak protest to this). All this, while never having to acknowledge Maxwell's own role in getting Bartie Sr closer to power!

The team pretends to do something similar for Hana, but with egregious retcons. While in TRR her parents' motives are tied to Hana having a beneficial marriage and furthering their fortune - and they come close to disowning her for wanting to follow her own path - in TRH the narrative aggressively retcons their story so that their motives are attributed to affectionate worry and protection, rather than control. While it is great that Hana still isn't required to forgive her mother, the narrative forces her to soften Lorelai's motives in a way that is insulting to her original story. I won't speak more on how Hana's story was handled, as I do so in detail here. Olivia, while not an LI, was given far more grace from the narrative; she was given an entire holiday book to ruminate over what to do with her traitor aunt's necklace. Throughout TRH, she is involved in and heartily lauded for various "spy missions", most of which culminate in nothing because all she does is sit on that information and not tell anyone (with very few exceptions, like the reveal about Bartie's murder of Eleanor). That story is wholly centered around Olivia and her comfort. Ergo, even a side character can get plenty of space for their story if their writers actually give a damn.

Which brings me to Liam.

There were problems already in the way Liam and his family issues were explored, even before Lena came along. Stoicism and the pressure to show a sense of calm at all times was an accepted trait of Liam's, and it was one that his fans had hoped he would emerge out of as the story progressed. Yet the narrative only allowed him to show strong emotions when it was centered around protecting the MC (see: Liam's confrontation of his father in TRR2 Ch12, or fighting Anton in TRR3 Ch 21). The MC was far, far less proactive in this respect, even as she acted as counselor and teacher and guide and angel of mercy to numerous white characters in the same book.

When Liam's father dies right in front of him, the narrative forces Liam to deflect and keep it moving, only allowing him to shed a single tear at the end of the book. TRH finds Liam hit with reveal after painful reveal of the plots behind his mother's death, and he is allowed barely seconds to even show an emotional response to this - much less be comforted. In each case he is meant to move ahead as if this wouldn't affect him, as if the next mystery is more important, as if he didn't deserve support.

A support that the MC doesn't mind lavishing on Drake, Maxwell, Olivia, Madeleine, Penelope, White Noble no. 1, 2, 3, 4...the list is endless.

Into this already-skewed situation, enters his sister Lena, who hates him. She spends half the book verbally shitting on him and the group, calling Liam weak, claiming without any actual experience (besides heading a company) that she could do a better job leading and fending off coups and plots that he and his friends already managed to thwart. The narrative uses Liam's love for family and need to reconnect to this unknown sister to make sure Lena is centered in whatever reveal comes forth about their mother.

This wouldn't even have been as big of an issue if every other instance where Liam bore immense loss wasn't pushed aside as less important. If they didn't restrict the MC's concern to lukewarm platitudes and the occasional causal question. Lena getting this moment all to herself wouldn't have mattered as much if Liam wasn't constantly forced by the narrative to push his hurt, pain or anger aside when he discovered his father's illness...or when his kingdom was under attack...or when his father died...or when he discovered his mother had hidden a pregnancy...or when he discovered his mother's first attacker...or his mother's second attacker...or the King Guard who betrayed his family...or the cult that clearly wanted to kill his mother and keep him away from his sister...you get the picture.

In fact, the lack of care extends to the way the core group deals with the Lena situation as well. When Lena is first revealed to be both The Fist of the VI and Liam's long-lost sister, the core group callously scoffs at Liam's suggestions to communicate with her, rather than trying to comfort him. Even Hana, who has to sympathize and speak positively about the likes of Madeleine and Olivia - women who have harmed her and have regularly undermined her - is made to sound like she has no patience for Liam's obvious internal conflict. If anyone could understand how hard it would be to let go of family whose motives can be harmful for you, it would be Hana. Yet the team has her place timelines on Liam's emotions in a way the group never bothered to do to Maxwell in a somewhat similar situation, in the previous book.

Of course, once the MC decides it would be a good idea to win Lena's trust, the group magically sees this aim as legitimate. For the rest of the book, Lena is pampered, cosetted, coddled, shown around Cordonia and treated with kid gloves, all while trashing on Liam without much significant pushback. The entire story revolves around her journey from a skeptic of the group to realizing they are genuinely good people. All while her brother who gave us this series languishes in the background - his own power snatched from his hands and passed to the MC, his own traumas and tragedies forgotten, his own emotional baggage thrown away so Lena and Drake can take centerstage.

At the end of the book, when the group gets closure from Sigrid over VI and her multiple betrayals, it is Drake who gets the most space to react out of the group alone. The book begins with his discovery of Bastien's involvement in the VI, and allows Drake ample space to grieve and ruminate over it (btw, let's forget entirely that Bastien has been King Guard this entire time, and that meant that for all five years of his rule and for many many years before that, Liam and his family had a walking talking security risk "protecting" them. Coz who cares if the King of Cordonia dies, amirite?) When it is discovered that Jackson died while working undercover to expose the VI, it is Drake who gets the most time among the group to confront Sigrid, and it is Drake who gets to give a lengthy monologue to his dead parent, for which the MC and Liam are required to stand there and comfort him. In contrast, Liam gets just one line in a scene about the person who masterminded his mother's death. It is Lena instead, who gets to react emotionally to that - because the Sigrid story itself was created specifically to pander to this one just-created character.

Lena wasn't created to add to Liam's story like Savannah was. She wasn't meant to share their joint history like Bertrand and Maxwell initially were, or sidelined for the sake of another side character related to another LI like Bertrand was. Lena was created to replace Liam as the center of a tragedy that happened to him, that affected him, that haunted him for years, that had repercussions on his life...that he was never given any real space to emotionally explore.

Drake's story benefitted from Liam's trauma, to the point where only he was allowed to talk about it and where his perspective was the only one given value. The MC's story benefitted from Liam's power, to the point where she damn near replaced him narratively in that role despite never doing the work, while the fandom laid the entire blame on Liam ad nauseum and not her. Over and over, in plots and coups and murders that hurt his family, other people were allowed to talk, allowed to think, allowed to feel...while Liam got maybe one teardrop per parent.

In the same trajectory, one can clearly see why they developed a character like Lena in the first place. The writers spent 6 whole books heartlessly picking at parts of Liam's story and giving those bits away to their actual favourite characters. Bit by bit, from his experiences to his work to his role, they whittled away Liam as a character until he was left with practically nothing. Do you think they would seriously just stop that process with TRH3? I mean, the head writer is someone who likes "mean characters who speak their mind" and her disdain for characters who represent diplomacy and peace isn't even thinly veiled. Of course they'd go further!!

Lena was created with the sole purpose of ensuring Liam never got adequate closure for himself. They simply passed on that luxury to her, and the fandom who hid behind "Liam gets everything!!111" while never speaking up once about the gross favouritism directed towards their own beloved LIs and side characters, cheered the same team on in this.

I can say this with complete confidence: had Liam been a default white man, like Drake and Maxwell were (or like Ethan Ramsey in OH or Ernest Sinclaire in D&D were), Lena's story would have looked very, very different. In fact, I highly doubt she would even exist.

#the royal romance #king liam #princess lena #anti drake walker #anti maxwell beaumont #anti lena rys #if i ever write an essay series on liam i will call it 'king liam and the single sexy tear'#that's all he's ever allowed to shed #one tear per parent 🥲

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transfemininomenon · 2 years ago

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38 and 40 for elizabeth and 62 and 63 for moonshadow teehee

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38. What fairytale/myth suits your character the best?

oh LOVE this question this is gonna be a Long answer lmao i very much base my characters a lot off of those things

well there's the obvious one with elizabeth in vampire stories in General lol not only is her patron a vampire she herself because of that patron has become a dhampir & draws power from her vampiric pact. surprisingly though i based most of her back story way less on vampire stories but instead off of ghost ones - ghosts are an incredibly inherent part of who she is & have been as far back as she can remember. in particular i drew inspiration from the haunting of hill house, the entire album Ghost by radical face especially, and banshees

the novella carmilla also was what inspired me initially to want to play a Vampire Girl and also inspired her noble background

finally wicked inspired SO much of her, both in the form of her having lost a sister she incredibly cared about and that kinda Breaking her a little bit, and also because pretty much her entire pact is based off of the major theme of misguided needs to "punish the wicked" that turns normally good, ordinary people into bloodthirsty horrors, with that happening both with her making her pact to Begin with after that very thing happened to her sister & now her doing it right back to the people she blames for her death

bonus bit for this question for my dear girl Primrose - i based a lot of her aesthetic, personality, and her drive to become a bard off of my own love for plays & old greek myths, with her initially being drawn to being a bard growing up both because of her mom telling her a lot of stories & her seeing the dnd equivalent of a midsummer night's dream as a child and that really Awakening something in her. her favorite story is also canonically the myth of orpheus & eurydice by flavored for dnd

40. Describe a corruption/redemption arc version of your character.

ohoho this is great because truly depending on how the campaign plays out i fully setup elizabeth to have one of these happen lol

as far as a corruption arc i could see her falling further into her violent & bloodthirsty side that awakens in combat in particular when she uses her form of dread, by either those starting to take over steadily as she fights more or out of desperation to get More Powerful either in the name of protecting those around her so she doesnt lose people she cares about Again or in the name of the vengeance that she swore & hasnt fully come to realize yet is incredibly misguided and will only perpetuate cycles of violence

for a redemption arc both her sister & her Ex-Girlfriend Who She Is Definitely Over were secretly worshippers of the raven queen & ever since things all went Wrong she's developed a real complicated relationship thinking about that goddess. this comes both from worship of her being outlawed in the region she lives in & from her having an INcredibly skewed and weird relationship with death & her simply not understanding why it comes for good people while awful ones get to survive

so that being said i fully expect her to have that strange relationship with the raven queen develop throughout the campaign & probably eventually come to some kind of Understanding and forsake her vampiric origins

62. Who does your character think is the most put together in the party?

honestly fully moonshadow definitely thinks morty is lol overall she actually thinks everyone is more put together than they each give themselves credit for considering all the Wild stuff theyve evidently been experiencing & going through (including some of the stuff she's been there for), but she thinks morty is the most put together in terms of like, seeing all the incredibly Wild shit going on and doing his best to be like "okay, okay, let's try to make SOME sense out of this,"

63. Which party member would they pull a prank on? Who would they plan a prank with?

absolutely would pull a prank on silas because she's endlessly fascinated by him seeming So Serious & yet also having so many goofy aspects of his appearance currently and she'd want to see if he even CAN be pranked. she'd absolutely pair up with elise and/or mal to plan pranks with because she trusts them the most to be up for Wild stuff

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euphoricsunflowers · 4 years ago

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drowning in your scent — chae hyungwon

a/n: ajshdhs this this officially the longest fic on my blog by a whole lot (i think the only thing that comes somewhat close is queen’s whore at like 3.1k sheesh) so in the spirit of that! please give this fic a lot of love!!

word count: 4.7k

content: goddess au, sub!hyungwon, dom!fem!reader, the sex scene involves kissing, lip biting, neck kisses, and riding, fun stuff like that, and minhyuk is here!! he’s mentioned a lot lmao hyunghyuk besties

warning: this fanfic does take place in a village setting where there’s a bad harvest of food and so there’s a lot of mentions of food and starving. as someone with problems with food myself this could be potentially somewhat triggering so please don’t read if need be and i want to emphasize that if you need help to please reach out for it. i know what it’s like, please even feel free to reach out to me if need be, but do remember i’m not a professional.

summary: a boy from the village struggling through a bad harvest and the goddess of nature, of animals and forests, and of flowers so lovely the scent will make you dizzy, make a deal.

“hyungwon,” the voice calls out to him, and his heart aches when he sees it’s minhyuk that’s speaking to him. the usual cheer and brightness to minhyuk’s voice has all but vanished, “come on, we need to get to work,” he trudged slowly behind his friend, with minhyuk’s hand holding his own. there’s nothing but comradery between them, and yet hyungwon feels like he would trust minhyuk with his life.

“i hate this,” hyungwon murmurs under his breath, but he can faintly hear minhyuk chuckle at his whining, “i’m serious!! there’s barely any food and i’m starving and i’m supposed to pick fruit that i won’t even be allowed to eat?!”

minhyuk’s face is stone cold suddenly as he turns to, for lack of a better phrase, tell hyungwon to shut the hell up, “lower your voice,” he orders, and hyungwon deflates, but he obeys, and the quiet returns as they continue to walk to their spot in the field to pick the fruit, “i’m sorry, but i worry that being so outspoken will be your downfall, won.”

as they pick the apples, in silence from their short and blunt conversation, hyungwon spots one that stands out from the rest. he tries to resist getting a closer look at it, but he just can’t. he takes a few steps over towards it, subsequently a few steps away from minhyuk, and the apple does the rest. it’s almost hypnotic in the way hyungwon can’t take his eyes off of it. it’s red and glowing and hyungwon doesn’t know how he’s the only one captivated by the apple.

it’s like the fruit is speaking to him, calling him away, and he starts walking, even when minhyuk calls after him, he knows minhyuk spoke even though he couldn’t hear him. he walks for a few minutes, through the trees and the dense forest that he’s never traversed before. he doesn’t have to constantly gaze at the apple now, but he grips it in his hand like his life depends on it.

he comes upon a small statue hidden in the depths of the forest. it’s a stone carving of a bird, wings spread as if flying through the sky. it’s beautiful.

“isn’t it?” he hears from behind him, actually registering someone spoke to him this time, and he turns to see who it is. instead of the face of cheerful minhyuk he’s so used to seeing, a beautiful figure graces his eyes.

hyungwon can’t even focus on the physique, though, he’s too entranced by the piercing eyes that stare into his soul practically and the voice he can hear ringing in his head. “isn’t it, dear?” your voice repeats again, and he feels compelled to answer, though he’s not exactly sure how you read his thoughts. maybe he had actually said them out loud.

“yes,” he murmurs softly, turning back to look at the statue, “it’s gorgeous,” he takes a step closer to the statue to get a closer look.

“your voice,” you speak again, “i- nevermind,” you stop yourself, instead choosing to take a step closer to him, your hand touches his shoulder, “can i help you with something, dear?”

“i- what?” he’s taken aback by your question, because he didn’t search you or this place out, he was practically lured here by the fruit, “no, i-i’m okay, thank you though.”

“are you sure?” your touch on his shoulder finally registers in his head, like all his reactions are slowed and delayed, “if you’re not here for something, then… why are you here?”

“i dont… i don’t know,” he was never loud, but he’s even quieter now, “the apple… it led me here.”

you suddenly fell silent. he wonders if you used to apple to lure him, if this is a trap, but your touch is still so distracting and he can’t bring himself to care much. you look so harmless, with such pretty features that he wants to stare at forever.

it does make him wonder, however, just why your tone was so brazen when he said he wasn’t here to ask anything of you. you looked baffled when he said no, like that was the only reason you expected him to be here, “do people always just come searching for you… asking for things?”

“yes, they do,” you respond bluntly, but your words aren’t hostile. he faintly feels a sense of pity in his heart for you.

“that sounds like… such a sad existence,” the words leave his lips without him really putting much thought into them.

“it is,” you say as silence falls between the two of you before he speaks up.

“you uhm… are you… human?” you’re a beautiful yet lonely person in the forest, and it makes him wonder if you even are a person.

“no, dear,” you say as you lift your hand, the grass beneath both of you growing as you do so, “i am a being that represents nature. i think you humans would call me a god or goddess?”

“oh that’s… incredible. please explain to me more,” his eyes find you once again, watching you with already such a soft, adoring gaze.

“you just want to hear me talk, little human,” your tone is playful as his cheeks become rosy.

“maybe,” he smiles cheekily, “will you still explain it to me?”

“of course, sit with me and the flowers, will you?” you ask him, and he plops on the ground, sitting with his legs crossed as you begin, “i can control how nature exists in this world. i can make your flowers grow or trees in your forest more dense. you humans also love to hunt the sweet animals i create, ”

you pause, as if to give him a chance to speak up, and he does, “i’m sorry about that.”

“it’s alright, dear, your apologies are not necessary. besides, once they do die, they become gifts for other gods, and those gods treat their gifts from me very well,” you smile somberly, “tell me, how are you humans doing?”

he wants to lie, for some reason. he has an urge to just say ‘everything is fine, let’s just talk about happy things. i want to be happy’ but he doesn’t, “we’re… you want my honesty, right?”

“yes, yes absolutely,”

“we’re suffering. there’s too little food for everyone,” his stomach rumbles as he’s in the middle speaking, and he makes a sort of ‘see what i mean?’ gesture, “and we barely have enough to keep everyone alive through the month..”

you subtly gasp at his confession he just gives so easily, “and yet you were expected to pick fruit? that seems unfair, dear.”

“it was work that had to be done for the good fo the village,” he lowers his head at the thoughts racing through his head, envisioning the soft eyes of his friend, “but min- uh, my friend, he’s all i have. i know i… said i didn’t have anything to ask of you… and this may seem too much of me to ask, but now that i know what you are and can do, could you please help them? the people of my village, i mean,” he pleads, his eyes shining in the light.

“you want me to… provide them food?”

“please, i’d do anything,”

your face is suddenly much more serious, and you grip his shoulder as you lean in close to him, “for future reference, dear, don’t ever tell a being like me you’d do anything. ever. got it?” you were kind. you knew you were kind, but there were some that would rip his poor, innocent heart to shreds, steal his soul because he didn’t read the fine print. you’re relieved someone so soft and sweet and almost angelic stumbled upon you of all beings.

“yes,” he practically squeaks.

“good,” you sigh as you stand up, “i will help you, little thing. in return, please stay with me for one day. tomorrow afternoon, at this exact hour, you can return to the village,” you extend your hand for him to shake, “are those terms agreeable to you, my little human?”

his heart pounds in his chest. you want him to stay with you? for a whole day? he decides it’s a price that’s easy to pay if he remembers the prospect of being able to save him friend and his people from starvation “yes,” he murmurs, reaching out to shake your hand.

—

it doesn’t take much effort from you, just a wave of your hand and apparently, the harvest in the village would magically improve. he supposes one day is not a lot of his little time to give up if it meant the village could be revitalized with a bountiful amount of food. he just hopes minhyuk isn’t worrying too much.

you have a cottage of your own, he learns. it confuses him slightly because you’re a goddess, why would you need a very human-esque living space? he supposes he’ll never learn the answer to that question. the thing itself is impossible to see from the outside, he could have sworn nothing was there until your hand was in his (his heart stopped for a good minute) and you led him up the stairway leading into the cottage.

“make yourself at home,” you tell him, and he nods in a daze. your place was beautiful, full of flowers and vases with more flowers and little flower trinkets on the table and mugs with flower designs. judging from anything you considered to be your domain, you seem to like flowers. the softness of the atmosphere is calming to him, the scent of all the flowers is overwhelming, his knees are weak.

“what- what are you going to do with me for this day that you have me? you must have some plan for me,” you tilt your head with a faint smile on your lips as he sits beside you on the couch, “do you want me to work? am i a servant? please, all cards on the table, tell me what you want from me.”

“all cards on the table?” you echo, and he nods, for a second wondering if you just straight up didn’t know what he meant, but you lean in to him, close enough to just barely need to lean just a little more and you’d be kissing him, “i just think you’re cute. forgive me if i just wanted a day to gaze at you.”

he’s startled as you pull yourself away, leaving him flustered and blushing and stuttering as you excuse yourself outside to grow more flowers. he sees the beautiful sunflowers and roses and tulips and then his eyes find you once more. your beauty just radiates, it’s so overwhelming and intoxicating that he feels the safest really taking it all in when you’re focused on your flowers, not leaving him a blushing mess whilst so close to kissing him he just might faint.

the sun hits your skin in such a beautiful way that he can’t can’t stop staring. it’s ironic how you wanted him to stay for a night because you thought he was cute but he cannot take his eyes off of your beautiful smile and hair and demeanor and just… aura. your presence is so soft and comforting yet so overwhelming to him. it’s all something he can’t understand.

you return a few hours later, having given your guest time to really settle in. as you open the door, he’s in the kitchen area with one of your mugs, drinking a cup of tea peacefully and quietly, “welcome back,” he mumbles with a smile.

“hi there, little human,” you smile back at him, taking a seat beside him, “i’m… sorry. i know you were probably lonely, here all by yourself-“

“no, i actually enjoy the quiet. it beats picking fruit,” he shrugs.

“speaking of food, i was able to grant your request, but i completely forgot about you. would you like something specific to be prepared for your evening meal?” hyungwon forgot what it was like when there wasn’t barely enough food to survive on. he tells you his wishes for meat and vegetables and starches his stomach aches for, “alright, dear. sit at the counter with me as i cook.”

he’s stunned for a second, “i didn’t know you can cook.”

“you don’t know my name, my sweet. we have a lot to learn about each other.”

“what is your name?” he asks, and you giggle to yourself, having known he’d ask it the moment you brought up the fact that he hadn’t yet.

“y/n,” you answer, finding the spices you wanted, “and yours, my beautiful flower?”

his heart skips a beat at the endearing term you use. at this point, he wonders if you’re getting enjoyment out of flustering him so helplessly like this, “hyungwon,” he sees the way you smile when you hear his name. it makes him smile too.

“hyungwon… what a beautiful name you have, my dear. it’s fitting, for someone as beautiful as you,” at this point he’s absolutely sure you’re getting a kick out of making him a flustered mess, because now his cheeks are red and he can’t meet your gaze, “sorry, i don’t mean to fluster you—,” liar, he thinks, “— i just can’t help adoring you.”

“you’re too much for my weak heart,” he mumbles exasperatedly as you cook, looking over at him with that cheeky smile on your face like you know just how much you wreck his heart and his composure.

you seat him at the small-but-not-too-small dinner table, bringing plates of food and finally sitting at the seat across from him, “eat as much or as little as you want, dear.”

he goes to ask before he puts too much thought into the question, “are you not gonna eat-? oh, wait, nevermind, do you not need to?” you nod, smiling.

“i’m grateful that you think of me, angel, but you’re correct: this is all for you,” and while he’d theoretically be hesitant to eat while you just sit there, he finally remembered just how hungry he was, and so it would have taken much more restraint than he currently had to restrain himself.

after dinner, you lead him him to the bedroom in your cottage. emphasis on the singularity in that term, “oh- uh, a-am i going to sleep with you-?” he stutters.

“you can, you don’t have to if you don’t wish to, flower. i don’t really have to sleep so if you want the bed all to yourself, then it’s yours. i just… i thought maybe- you know what,” you tone changes suddenly, and he’d be damned if he didn’t catch it, “nevermind. take the room. call for me if you need me, i’ll be outside with the flowers again-“

“wait!” he calls out as you turn to leave him alone. you look over at him, eyes shining so beautifully in the moonlight.

“yes, my flower?”

he’s flustered once again, but he can’t help wanting you to stay with him. he reaches his hand out to you, similarly to how you reached yours out to him, “stay with me?”

you accept the proposal, sitting on the bed with him, weaving a few flowers into a flower crown while he lays on his side, watching you work on the crown like it was the most entertaining thing in the world.

“i think sunflowers will look pretty against your skin, hyungwon,” you mumble, keeping your voice soft as to not disrupt the peaceful atmosphere you’ve both created, and he smiles bashfully at your words, “truly, i think anything would look beautiful on you, but the yellows would really bring out the strong, almost sensual browns in your eyes. can- can i?”

he nods in consent, sitting up and sitting still for you, and your fingers gracefully position the crown on top of his head, “ah, do i look good with it on?”

“oh absolutely, sweetheart, but,” you scoot closer to him, and once again, his heart beats rapidly and his thoughts evaporate into thin air, replaced by the bashful shyness and the way he’s suffocated by your scent, breathing it in like it’s a drug, “in my opinion, you’re the most beautiful.”

he can’t breathe.

“i-i, um, oh my god,” he stammers, so shy as you smile at how he struggles.

“can i kiss you, pretty boy?” you whisper, your hand raising to hold his cheek as you gaze at his lips. it’s subtle, probably because he was malfunctioning inside, but he nods, closing his eyes and passively waiting for your lips on his.

he didn’t know what to expect, with you being a god and all, but it was so much more than he could have prepared himself for, both mentally and physically. it was a rush if he’d ever felt one, both his body on fire and goosebumps lining his skin.

your style of kissing makes him ache in so many ways. his lips will definitely be bruised from the way you bite them, drawing blood like a vampire but in the kindest way possible, your hand cupping his cheek and you other rubbing his thigh soothingly is enough to keep him from crying out because of the pain.

“stop me, hyungwon,” you mumble under your breath, “if you don’t want this, you need to stop me. tell me to stop and i will,” but how did you ever expect him to do that when he’s already so wrecked and all you’ve done is kissed?

“don’t,” he whispers, “don’t stop, please,” and you oblige, keeping your lips busy on his neck as he groans, reaching out to hold your waist, “please,” he echos his own words weakly.

“tell me what you want, i’ll do it, just tell me,” you see how choked up he is, and it’s cute how easily he’s wrapped around your finger, “tell me, tell me, my flower.”

“touch me more,” he breathes, and you help him throw off his shirt. your hands are all over him in an instant, you press kisses down his neck, paying attention to his chest as your hands wander lower and lower.

he bites his lip in anticipation, but it feels just like how it felt when you bit his lip before and he audibly moans at the recent memory. it’s almost embarrassing when he realizes just how openly and easily he’s been moaning since you started.

and it’s not like he exactly expected a warning, but he wasn’t ready for when one of your hands started rubbing his crotch and making him moan and whine helplessly, “please don’t tease me.”

“hm, alright, sweet thing. how about i ride you? would you like that?” he nods desperately, weak at the thought of you using him for your own pleasure and leaving him to drown in the overwhelming pleasure you give him, “take off your pants and underwear, then.”

he scrambles to do as you say, watching with his jaw dropped as you make the garments you wear all but disappear with just a wave of your hand, and he’s intimately reminded that you’re not human, that he shouldn’t have trusted you so implicitly as to let you put him in this position, and that he’s playing a game where he doesn’t know the rules.

but then he sees the genuineness in your smile, the way you treat him so kindly yet assertively, soft yet harsh, and he just can’t fathom being in any real danger when he’s being swallowed by so much pleasure when he’s under you like this.

he’d been zoned out for a few moments until you’re actually riding him already, holding his hand in a softness that makes him weak. he suddenly notices the flowers in your hair, the way your nose crinkles up when you smile down at him, the way looking at your lips reminds him of the ache on his. it’s incredible just how infatuated he is, the way he adores so much being not just under you in a physical sense but also being under your spell.

he moans in such a heavenly bliss, eyes fluttered shut as he can only hear his own voice make sounds that would normally make him embarrassed. he can’t bother to care right now because when he opens his eyes, you seem to like the sounds he makes. and he wants to please.

“hyungwon, d-dear,” you murmur, your hands resting on his chest to keep yourself stable on his chest, “i can’t keep my eyes off of you, baby. you’re absolutely ethereal. so please, can you show me how pretty you are when you cum? can you cum for me, my flower?”

god that name was the most precious thing to him, he wanted to be your beautiful flower forever.

he does cum. he orgasms viscerally, his body trembling as he throws his head back, his jaw slacked as he moans loudly, cumming so hard he can see white.

he stays in that headspace of pleasure, higher than the clouds, for a few moments as the high subsides and he’s left with a euphoric feeling that keeps him shivering with aftershocks, until he starts to hear your voice. you whisper little nothings to him as he starts to come down completely, “i’ve got you, little thing, don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”

he briefly ponders why you keep calling him ‘little thing’ when he’s as tall as he is, but your kisses to him temple take that thought away, “y/n?”

“yes, dear?”

“can you sleep with me?” he asks, not realizing that you already told him that you don’t need to sleep.

still, you can’t resist him when he’s just so adorable with that pout he probably doesn’t even realize he’s making, “of course, let’s clean up just a little bit, and i’ll lay with you while you sleep, angel.”

—

morning comes far too soon. you still have him for another 7ish hours, but once they’re up, he’ll return to his village, to that friend he mentioned, and disappear from your existence forever. it’s almost pitiful how quickly you became attached to the pretty thing.

you look over at him, sleeping so, so peacefully, his cheek squished against the pillow while he pouts and you can’t help but coo at how precious he looks.

it’s impossible to imagine a life anymore where you can’t keep looking at his face, at his pretty lips (that are covered in bruises in a way that makes this moment a bit less melancholic and innocent), at the softness in his eyes when he gazed at you. what a miserable fate that would be to live through.

“what’s on your mind?” you hear him groan tiredly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. you go to object, say ‘of course it’s nothing just go back to sleep dear’, but he catches it and, even in the early morning, he won’t take a lie.

“i just… you have a life to return to, and i don’t want to deprive you of that. i’ve just grown to like you, is all,” you murmur as you run your fingers through his hair, hearing his soft gums of contentment, “an existence of being by yourself might make one somewhat… easily attached.”

hyungwon doesn’t know how to respond, but he sits up, despite the tiredness that still rests in his body, he moves to get himself out of bed, using his hand to brush his hair out of his face, “we still have time together, so let’s do something you want to do.”

“like what?” you smile sadly, “what should we do?”

“hmm…” he makes a really cute face when he thinks, you realize, and it just makes you fall a little bit more, “well you really like flowers right?”

“of course,”

hyungwon’s face lights up, like he’s had a sudden realization, “oh! then what if we painted? i have minhyuk’s paints in my bag!! minhyuk told me to hold onto them for the day and i kept them on me!”

“wha- what if your friend doesn’t want you to use them?” you stutter, but you can feel that you’re already on board.

“then that’s his problem!”

now to be honest, painting was not hyungwon’s strong suit, but he had such a fun time with mixing colors and making flowers that don’t really look like flowers come to life on the many wooden walls of your cottage. neither of you had brushes either, so it was really just fingerpainting, and by the end, your hands were covered in myriads of greens and yellows and pinks reds and blues tinted by the white, they were almost works of art themselves.

and after hours of painting, making more flower crowns, even teaching him to make flower crowns, and more activities, your time with him was dwindling. of course, he doesn’t have to leave, but the time that he had to stay was slowly slipping away from you.

“hyungwon,” you mumble, getting his attention as he sits on the couch while you were supposedly making tea. you raise your hand, displaying a bright red apple, “this is the one from yesterday, right?”

“y-yeah, i think so, why?”

“i- come here, please.”

he wobbles over to the kitchen, sitting beside you as you show off the fruit, “what’s going on?”

“remember when you told me the apple lead to you the statue?” he nods, “this apple is blessed with my energy. it’s… magical, in a human sense. i just want to apologize for decieving and likely confusing you yesterday,” you look down at the fruit, shiny and glowing red with liveliness, “but i have a… proposal of sorts.”

“i- alright, what is it?”

“take a bite,” you say, your tone heavy with implications of what will happen, “take a bite, and stay with me, will you?”

“what- what about my family? my friend? what about the life that i have?” he asks, but it’s all rhetorical, he doesn’t expect a serious answer, “i was willing to give you a day, i can’t give you my life.”

why can’t you, you feel the urge to murmur to him, why can’t you give that all up? you know i’m all you want now, you’ll only spiral down even further into me, “you don’t have to eat it all, just a bite, just one.”

“what- why are you so adamant that i eat that apple?”

“because!” your voice cracks ever so slightly, and once again his heart aches and he rushes to attempt to soothe you, to hold your heart in his hands and never once let it be hurt, “because you are all i want, hyungwon,” you mumble as he hugs you, resting your head against him, “because i want you to return to your friend and your village, but i’m selfish, i’m so, so selfish. this is the best middle ground i could think of.”

“...what does taking a bite entail?” he asks tentatively, and his heart jumps when he sees your eyes shine with hope. whether or not you know it, you’ve got him good.

“half the time, you’ll be mine. your soul has to reside in my domain, your heart will constantly ache for me,” you murmur, your hands suddenly wandering and he chokes out a moan, “but the rest of the time, you can return to the village. you can return to your life, and i will not make any attempts to steal you away during that time.”

he’s left speechless, not exactly sure what you’d want him to say now, but you place the apple in his hands, pressing a few faint kisses to the edge of his lips just to fluster him, but then you disappear outside. he watches you through the window as you tend to your flowers, picking a sunflower to place into your hair. he’s so entranced by the way you move that he can barely focus on what he needs to focus on: the apple.

he wonders what minhyuk is feeling right now. he’s probably worried to death, horrified out of his mind that his friend just disappeared into the forest. he wants so badly to go back and reassure him that nothing bad happened and go back to the way things were except things would be better.

but he does also feel a sense of… devotion? infatuation? love, maybe? whatever it is, he feels something towards you. his heart aches to please you, to do in this situation what would make you happy. the way you looked when you were so emotionally vulnerable with him, you didn’t seem like a god that he had to worship in that moment, you seemed like a soul that he wanted to love. it’s this feeling deep in his soul that just leaves him, both his heart and his body, utterly defenseless to the prospect of you.

so this is the end of him as he’s been for his whole life. or at least, in a sense, half of him. he’s grateful that you went outside to let his head clear just a bit, it’s always so clouded with you and your scent and your aura that he feels delusional. he tosses the apple around anxiously as he tries to decide what to do, but in the end, there’s not a chance in the world that he could ever go against what would make you happy.

he tries to delude himself into thinking it’s a conscious choice he makes, but he knows he’s lying; he just doesn’t want to accept it. he’s been a wreck since the moment you lured him away with the very apple he holds, there’s not a single reality in which he gives you up. his heart aches to protect yours, and his body wishes to be ruined by yours.

he takes a bite. he’s yours.

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morwensteelsheen · 4 years ago

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farawyn and borodred for the ship ask game thing?

thank you so much!! :)

okay i’ll start with borodred because for some unfathomable reason i actually got there first —

1. What made you ship it?

One of my favourite Types of ships is the Elder Statesmen Of War-type set-ups, where it’s less about people brought together through theatrical romantic gestures and more about the steadiness of people who are going through similar (immensely difficult) circumstances, who know that in their hearts they’re always going to put their duty to that cause first, but still seek out human comfort in other people who will understand what their priorities are and why.

I think there’s also a lot of similarities about the kind of helplessness they both face despite having this tremendous innate strength. Both of them still have to deal with family dynamics that are complex (made more complex by the war) and that can’t be fixed just by their own sheer will power; both of them die these utterly unnecessary deaths (not that death makes a ship but I think in this instance it actually points to the constant tragedy these guys face); and both of them are meant to be the principal figures of their families and people and are ultimately sidelined by the cruel mechanisations of war and the forward march of history or whatever wanky term there is for it — my apologies to ep thompson's ghost, dont haunt me bro.

Plus there’s obviously the interesting thread raised when Faramir starts bitching about Gondor and likens Gondor (and by very explicit extension, Boromir) to Rohan. That always made me go ‘Hmmmmmm, wonder what else Boromir liked about Rohan,’ lmao.

Anyways for me the ship is the equivalent of Star Wars’ Kanan and Hera or (my OTP to end all others) Luke and Wedge, just people getting by on love and duty and without big ol fancy romance.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

The fanon, I think, really makes it, as with so many other LOTR ships. battlefield manners, by themightypen is essentially the definitive take for me on them — these two guys who are just so fucking exhausted, man, but still overcome by defensive love for their families, even if their (foster-)siblings are naïve fools. That I just love, love, love. Plus I think they’re unique for their ability to pretty comfortable explore the relationship between Gondor & Rohan in advance of the Ring War without having to stray too far into AU, which I always appreciate.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Not really, tbh, except in that I don’t think Boromir is necessarily as laddy as people like to portray him. I’m happy to play into it in, say, my modern AUs because I think that’s a fun and sweet niche for him, but I am a bit 🤪 about Boromir as this kind of reckless, drunken playboy (not least because I think that’s a much funnier niche for Faramir to fill, at least when he’s younger). Chapter Four of Swaddledog’s Hearts and Minds gets my preferred Boromir characterisation absolutely spot on, I think.

And now, sigh, the ultimate OTP, Farawyn —

1. What made you ship it?

For starters, I think I am obsessed with Éowyn in a way I’ve never quite been obsessed with any other fictional character. I came to reading LOTR at this moment in my life where I was intensely frustrated about everything — trapped inside permanently (helplessly!) because of the pandemic, just starting a new political organisation that I truly believed in but that was still making me feel like shit, facing down an untenable about of work, and, fundamentally, really, really hating being a woman and what that means. And along comes Éowyn, who is bitter, who is cold, who is ANGRY, and who doesn’t perform joy or softness or gentleness just because people expect her to. She’s this seminal Woman Of War in so many ways, I think the kind of person a lot of us wish we could be. She’s got her emotional taps cut off at the source, she holds her head high and faces down unimaginable personal and political terrors, and at the end of it all still has this abiding love for her family that, I would argue, is almost unparalleled by anyone else in the book.

After all that, she gets this incredible moment of emotional catharsis (or what we expect to be emotional catharsis): “no living man am I!” She undertakes THE greatest martial act of the Ring War, and in that moment there’s this unbelievably sophisticated dialogue happening about gender (“Éowyn it was, and Dernhelm also”), and leadership (Merry finding his courage not because of the immediate scenario of the Witch-king, but because he’s spurred into it by Éowyn’s presence), and love and care.

And then we learn that no, actually, this glorious act of violence wasn’t the emotional catharsis we thought it would be. She gets to ride to war, she gets to throw herself headlong at death, and in the end that hopeless act of individualism isn’t really what does it for her. She’s still left desolate and despairing, and actually all of her problems haven’t gone away.

And then we need to rewind a bit, because along comes Faramir, who is gentle, and is kind, and does seem to believe in joy, but not because people expect it — actually it's made abundantly clear nobody expects it — but because it’s something quite innate to how he figures the world. And he’s a huge fucking nerd too. I have a lot of thoughts on Faramir’s flaws and why I find them endearing, which I won’t put here, but almost immediately you get this sense of a guy who’s quite melodramatic, good humoured, and very much not made to live in a time of war.

But he’s also clear-headed about war and what it requires (tactically, if not strategically, though that’s a post for another day), but who is kind of cynical and weary of it in his own unique way. And it’s a unique cynicism given his personal circumstances because he’s the second son of The great family of Gondor, he’s apparently — though with some big ol’ question marks hanging about the extent — very able to command some of the elite units in the realm, and what’s more than that, he’s got all these fantastical powers (the light mind reading to start, to say nothing of this apparently magical ability to command animals too. bruh.). By all accounts he should be this brazen hot mess, but he’s not. He’s desperate to claw his way out of this war-torn cage of expectation his people have for how a man should comport himself in time of war. Is it a little naïve? Sure. A little fussy? Absolutely. But does it point to that same desperation that Éowyn has? Yes! But also the practicality, like, neither of them are really enjoying the circumstances they live under, but good fucking god are they both able to Make It Work.

So finally we get to the Houses of Healing and what is the finest and most aggressively romantic writing of LOTR. Seriously, it’s so fucking much. It’s breathtaking. It reminds me quite viscerally of this fabulous quote from Les Mis:

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

At some point I will devote more time to talking about the two reasons line, and the blissful Queen of Gondor speech, but I think to me that big, important line is: “And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”

It’s not about Éowyn changing herself entirely (though, I think, it really does bear mentioning that she does change, and that’s every bit as important to understanding that scene as it is romantic), it’s about Éowyn coming to terms with how to live with herself as herself, and how to live in communion with someone else. She can’t just cut people out anymore, and she can’t just treat them as objects of infatuation as she did with Aragorn, she has to reckon with people as they are. And that’s sort of the moment where I knew I was about to plunge fully off the deep end with these two and never know a moments’ peace again, lmao.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Someone on here once called Farawyn a love letter to women and, by god, yes, exactly that. I love the capacity for emotional intimacy, that is beautiful in ways I can’t express. To me, though, my favourite thing is the promise of life they speak of. Not as in oh they shag loads and have babies (though not opposed to that, obviously), but in the sense that unlike Aragorn and Arwen, who are always going to be buried under/burdened with the crushing weight of history and tradition, Éowyn and Faramir are going out yonder those hills and they’re going to do some real cottagecore farming shit. Obviously with all the trappings of rank and nobility and whatnot, but they, unique to anybody else in the books, get to sow this new idea of what life should be. They are, outside of Aragorn, the single most powerful people in Gondor. Éowyn’s got the ear of a king, a steward (which is essentially a prime-ministerial deal here), and functionally her own prince (if the hobbits are to be believed when they refer to it as essentially hers). I suspect that, in life, there were remarkably few arguments she wasn’t winning, and that Ithilien probably trended towards the jumped up noble hippie camp Tolkien so desperately wanted Oxford to be (or, in other words — Cambridge, lol).

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Yeah, man, everybody stop treating Faramir like he’s a big fucking crybaby and Éowyn like she’s some kind of shrieking 2010-era tumblr girl.

One of the single most important lines defining Faramir’s character is when Denethor roasts his ass for always trying to appear noble and lordly, if you ignore every other piece of textual evidence we have about him, what part of that line makes you think Faramir’s some simpering daisy? And why would you want to link tremendous emotional intelligence and care with being too limp-wristed to function, lol??? Like I struggle loads with writing Faramir, because I have never once in my life tried to be noble or self-restrained, so find it hard to get into that mindset, but better, I think, to imagine him too closed off than to do this wilting flower song and dance lmao.

And stop making Éowyn out to be this over-emotional angst machine. She’s got problems, yes, and she’s sure as shit got a lot of angst, but at almost every point in the book where we’re overtly dealing with her emotions, she’s sublimating them into something else. One of the most serious times we see her cry is when she’s fighting with Aragorn about riding out, and after that moment she literally tries to kill herself. Those tears aren’t standard, man, that’s a real watershed (lol) moment for her. You have to read around what the text is saying to get a better feel why everybody’s constantly calling her cold and distant.

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inmyarmswrappedin · 4 years ago

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Hello! Would you like an ismail season next? I don’t know if I really want it and even though I’m not the biggest mailin fan I would much rather the next 2 mains being ava and mailin so we have a pov of all the cash queens (like skames did) before moving to someone else (I would be really mad if ismail have a season before ava :/)

Hi anon 🛒 I’m going to say this before I answer your question: I am really fond of Ismail, have always been, and I think they could easily turn out to be one of my favorite Skams characters. That said, no, Ismail doesn’t deserve a season before Ava, and in fact Ava’s bullying storyline needs to be resolved from her POV before we even begin entertaining the idea of an anti corona kid season. It’s wild to me that this is even a point of contention in the fandom lmao.

As for Mailin, I also think she should get a season, but I don’t necessarily think she should go before one of the cool kids.

And now to answer some potential responses to this:

1. How could you want a season for Mailin, when she’s so undeveloped?

I also wanted seasons for Vilde and Chris in every remake, until the character block was confirmed and I gave up on that. I think it sucks that we didn’t get a season for every girl in the original girl squad, and that there is only one version who’s given us a season (of sorts) for every girl. I don’t think a POV change to a different squad is necessary for any Skam to work, and I find the recent idea that there needs to be a season from another squad’s POV to be kinda baffling tbh... It was something Skam could get away with because it was a far more experimental and less commercial-driven show than most, if not all, the remakes. Many remakes have shoehorned the girl squad into the Isak season because they don’t want to make their main cast bit players for a season. To be clear, I’m not opposed to a season from a different squad’s POV, I liked that decision in Skam. I just don’t think it’s necessary for the show to work and in fact actively works against the way most Skams teams approach their shows.

2. How could you want a season for Mailin, a straight white girl, over Ismail or Finn or Josh?

Lmao because Skam (and the remakes) are targeted at teenage girls and always have been. They’re not LGBTI shows, they’re not shows about boys of color, the intended audience has always been teenage girls. And while I do think there’s room in Skam (and Druck) for queer and moc seasons (obviously, given Isak’s season and the fact that my favorite Druck character is David), I think the priority should be the main squad.

Also, we don’t know that Mailin is straight.

But even if she was, Nora is also ostensibly a straight white girl, and you’d have to be up to your ears on identity politics to think that her season has no value because she’s a straight white girl.

3. How could you want a season for Mailin, when she’s racist?

Vilde was also racist, and I wanted her season as well. Listen, do I love that Mailin, despite her wokeness, is ignorant and rash and blind to her own privilege? No. Do I think it’s incredibly necessary to explore Mailin’s ignorance, as if we haven’t seen numerous instances of white “feminists” playing the victim when called out by woc? No. But since the character has been introduced and been made part of the main squad, I want her character to be explored, like Eva and Noora got explored 8 times over, despite their characters not being anything new in terms of character archetypes either.

Mailin’s not my priority, Ava is, but I’d find it irritating from a viewer’s perspective for her to be introduced as a main player, and not get her POV.

4. How can you like Ismail and be fine with them getting a season, when they’re a bully who has hurt Ava?

Tbh, if Ismail doesn’t get a season, I’ll be fine with that. I think they can be developed through other characters without getting their own season. And by no means do I cut them slack for the bullying, and it’s one of the main reasons why I’m completely opposed to Ismail getting a season before Ava does.

While sections of fandom absolutely are fetishistic towards Ismail, and sexualize them (I mean lol, how many smut fics are there about this gen, and how many of those fics don’t involve Ismail getting dicked down?), I think we have to remember that the wider world isn’t exactly kind towards gnc amab people, and while fandom loves a good dude they can imagine getting dicked down, the reality for people who look like Ismail is that they face homophobia even if they are straight, transphobia even if they’re cis, and racism even if fandom interprets them as white. (I’m not going to go into a lot of detail with this, but suffice to say that Turkish and German-born Turkish people aren’t seen as white in Germany, and Abdi and Ismail are both people of color in the country they were born and live in.) I think we have to separate people like Tarjei Sandvik Moe and Henrik Holm and Michelangelo Fortuzzi and Axel Auriant and Maxence Danet-Fauvel and Willem 1 and Willem 2, who play gay/bi/pan characters but will not face discrimination in their personal lives, from people like Mustafa Eren ��zdilberler and Lukas von Horbatschewsky and Alejandro Reina and Giovanni Niubo, who will get fetishized and sexualized by fandom, but won’t even get the “luxury” of getting treated as a sexy commodity in their personal lives. I’m basically babbling at this point, but suffice to say, fandom’s clear interest in Ismail for their ~white-passing good-dickin’ potential isn’t a good reason for me to exclude them from getting a season, as long as the four cashqueens get one.

Anyway, I forgot to answer the question. Yes, Ismail is doubtlessly a bully who has hurt Ava. And Mailin is seriously testing people’s patience when it comes to Ava, as well. Both have annoying stans who attack Ava in order to defend their favs. But I believe both their stories are worth telling.

Finally, my personal preference if we get 6 seasons out of this cycle would be: Nora, Fatou, Ava in this order, with these last three in any order: Mailin, Ismail, Yara.

#ask #druck #brain vomit #I am literally incapable of being concise I'm so sorry #Anonymous

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incogniiita · 3 years ago

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MEMES FOR MUNS. / @theimpalpable asked : 2, 19, 22 and 25 C:

2. Name 3 things you admire about OCs. there are definitely more than three things i can list probably bUT HERE WE GO: one, the absolute fantastic creativity that comes with them. the amount of times that my jaw has literally dropped reading about ocs i come across sometimes is Wild HBKSHDBFHSD two, the amount of LORE some people write for their ocs ?? i fucking LOVE exploring other people’s oc lore and worlds, they’re so well thought out and so much care is put into them -- which leads to three, BIOS. this may seem like a silly thing but some of you guys out there write Incredible bios ... i am Terrible at writing bios, i’m not sure why i am but they mess me up big time and they can be difficult to place but some of the bios i’ve read just pull you in to where you’re at the edge of your seat it’s SO GOOD ??? but i literally love admire so many things about OCs, they have my heart and soul LMAO 19. Who is an author that inspires you? surprisingly i don’t have a lot of authors that inspire me ! i think ones in terms of world building would be tolk.ien and c.s. le.wis -- neil gai.man is one in terms of writing i suppose but he also does things/makes choices that i don’t necessarily agree with in his writing sometimes ... e.k. john.son i think is maybe another one ?? the only work i’ve read from then is queen’s shadow but i loved their use of imagery, i could easily imagine everything like it was a movie ... i should really read more like how i used to in primary school but i just haven’t had the time 22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately? whoof, uhhhh gosh, i do know i have them when i see them ?? most definitely writing topics being written or romanticized that just in general make me uneasy or give me a bad vibe -- how rules are written as well is another thing which may seem silly but tone really does matter sometimes ... this one also may be silly, but there’s also certain ships that make me back off immediately from a blog (tbh there’s only One ship that is a red flag for me at the moment but it’s Very specific fandom based so i don’t necessarily have to worry about it on here but Everywhere else i do) but yeah ... that’s about it i think 25. One thing you’d like new roleplayers to know? don’t be afraid to ask questions if you’re unsure about something !! the rpc can be A Lot especially when first starting out ! it’s always good to have a guide in the beginning -- also have fun and write your heart out !!! let your creativity run wild and create the stories you want to see no matter what anyone else says ... you got this and i hope you have a blast writing with others and making new friends and stories !

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mcl38 · 4 years ago

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tagged by @kuckooclock hi kuhua!!

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

name/nickname: kira:)

gender: girl but that's an odd question

star sign: i'm too annoying to be anything other than a gemini ✨

height: 162 cm so i think that's 5'4

time: like not enough to do my work

birthday: i'm a junebug but that's all ur getting

favourite bands/groups: uh?? tough question bc i'm in the middle of a big switch in my taste in music but like, muse, catfish and the bottlemen, alt j, queen for nostalgia's sake, but mostly i have bands on spotify that i only know like two songs from so i'll give you this - currently obsessed with a song by the band two tonnes

favourite solo artists: grandson, stromae, lady gaga and no i won't accept comments, and you know what shoutout to hilary hahn as well for getting me through the term

song stuck in your head: malt liquor by lewis del mar

last movie: marie antoinette! it's a slow start but it's quite good by the end

last tv show: the queen's gambit- just finished it, it's fucking incredible

when did i create this blog: may 2020

what do i post: f1 shenanigans only because i'm an organised person with designated sideblogs<3

last thing i googled: my actual last search would doxx me SO big time but my second to last was "lance stroll paparazzi" (and "lance stroll fashion") because me and my sister were trying to figure out the fashion style of a bunch of drivers (for the record we were both pleasantly surprised that lance is the least hypebeast out of all the young ones)

other blogs: sunsetlesbo is my main, i have a couple inactive ones, a bunch of url hoarding, and a social experiment that i'm not divulging

do i get asks: nope! never pls send me some

why i chose this url: i'm embracing evil lando

following: about 300 but i'm sure some are inactive

followers: 37 away from my next hundred come on guys

average hours of sleep: it's very up and down but it probably averages out to like 7

lucky number: 12 but i have multiple

instrument: piano✨

what am i wearing: sweats and a hoodie, i'm just at home lmao

dream job: honestly like children's book author and illustrator - i want what shirley barber has

dream trip: i've wanted to visit prague for a while now

favourite food: tough to say but probably thai curry

nationality: 🇹🇩romanian🇹🇩

favourite song: well i guess currently counting down by two tonnes, it's just so cute and it gives me serotonin

last book read: mrs dalloway by my girl virginia

top 3 fictional worlds: idk about three but i want what those people in hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy had

i'm tagging @mclarenp3 @alexalbonsimp @sebchal @verstappen and @pierregasiy <3 have fun guys

#tag game #personal

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bigdickmadej · 5 years ago

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top 5 smutty fics (both in terms of your faves and most likely to send anyone to hell for reading)

LMAO, sex ain’t a sin, baby. It’s actually a great thing and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. Don’t worry.

1. can’t take you home to mother (that’s what i like about it) by redmaynes

Summary: “I still hate you, you know that?” Ryan gasped out after they finally broke for air, and he roughly shoved Shane back on the mattress to make quick work of the button of his jeans, and smirked when he heard Shane curse under his breath when he pulled down the zipper slowly, agonizingly.

“The feeling’s mutual, baby,” Shane said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t call me baby.”

Rated: E

Chapters: 7/8

Commentary: This is, no joking, one of my all time favorite fanfictons. And thought the smut is mostly in the first chapter, the truth is that it’s one of the best written out there. It’s hella hot, but also has a great plot that develops pretty well and smooth during the entire story. Really, an amazing fic.

2. Perfect Fit by moliuoli

Summary: There’s a legend that says anyone able to take all of statue Shane’s cock will summon the god to the mortal realm. Given the statue’s excessive size, no one has ever succeeded to prove or disprove the story.

Until Ryan that is

Rated: E

Commentary: Listen, I sure love this fic. I don’t think there’s a smut fic I’ve re-read as much as this one. Ryan’s characterization is one of my favorites, he is not only relatable but feels real in his every step and every action and good, or maybe bad, decision he makes that leads him to the main… thing in this fic. And that ending? Brilliant. Really love this fic, give me 50 of these.

3. Blood Buddies (with benefits) by Squeakyshroom

Summary: Ryan thought they were just friends, but one night and one bite has him questioning everything.

OR: Shane’s a fledgling vampire. Ryan’s an idiot.

Rated: E

Commentary: It wouldn’t be a smut list without including queen Sharon in it, and this is one of my favorite fics by her and in the fandom, and about Shane being supernatural. In this case, one of the hottest vampires ever. I adore this fic and how subtle Shane’s character is, because you as the reader KNOW he is in love with Ryan, you can see it in the way he talks to him even. And Ryan is just………….. such an idiot. But a lovable one who deserves that dick.

4. the ghosts are screaming by ryan_bergara (ashtronomical_wander)

Summary: “Okay, not gonna lie, I’m still freaking out a bit about this hotel, so erm,” Ryan says frantically, eyes shifting around the room in panic. “How about we, er…” he nods towards the bed, before giving Shane a pleading look.

“Wait, are you sure?” Shane blushes a little, not sure if he feels right doing this when Ryan was in such a state just moments ago.

“It’ll take my mind off it, come on…”

Basically

Ryan has anxiety and Shane is his comfort.

Rated: E

Commentary: Look, I even remember the night I read this fic. It made me tear up, as an anxious sub, it made me extra happy. One of the best quality sexy stuff out there, perfect characterization that provides a nice glanze at their relationship, truly one of my favorite interpretations of them and it’s so, so valid. Good shit, GOOD SHIT.

5. Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes by YogurtTime

Summary: An innocent man of taste and leisure, Ricky Goldsworth, just wants to check into his hotel room, but gets into an altercation with the concierge while a mysterious gentleman in expensive-looking clothes watches nearby.

Rated: E

Commentary: WHO would I be if I didn’t include my king in this list? WHO? This is the only Goldsworth persona fic I like, like… literally. It’s the only one. It’s not only incredibly well written, it has one of the sexiest most powerful vibes to ever exist in fiction, true erotica for everyone who touches it. And man, that twist at the end still haunts me because… BECAUSE. This fic is my kink.

#buzzfeed unclean #shyanlibrary #shyan #skeptic believer #shyan fic #nini got mail #mine #my recs #recs #fanfictions #top shane #bottom ryan #Anonymous

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ambitionsource · 4 years ago

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Can you rank the a class from most to least changeable in hairstyles like who changes their hair the most? Sorry idk where I come up with this stuff

yesss fun question! to clarify, esther and i took this as you said like who changes their hair the most often, and it’s not at all an indication of how good someone’s hair looks. like, for example, asher is way over on the non-versatile side of the spectrum, but he’s one of the characters known for having some of the best hair. he’s just incredibly consistent. the way we also thought about it is that of course, from season to season, there will always be a change so this doesn’t account for that -- it’s mostly in general (one of my favorite things about watching shows is when you come back after a hiatus and everyone looks a little older and has new hairstyles + styles etc... it just emphasizes that lovely feeling of seeing your faves again but they’ve grown up a bit too and. idk i just love the aesthetic changes of it. there’s a whole other question there of how i think each character generally presents between seasons lmao but another time!)

the funniest thing about this is how absolutely boring and redundant boys are LMAO like... have some variety y’all. farkle is only as far over as he is because of how he ranges from like windswept disaster to coiff to buzzcut depending on his emotional state -- this doesn’t happen in s3, but in the future the buzzcut will return whenever farkle is feeling particularly erratic (it’s kind of a healthy coping mechanism for him). nate and dylan just scratch the surface of variety -- nate usually has curls but will experiment with shaving the sides, straightening it occasionally, and he wears a lot of beanies and stuff. dylan doesn’t care much about his hair and so will let like, dave and jade put it in little pigtails for fun while the performers are being performers, and he throws in beanies and headbands for flavor here and there. particularly in s3, when dylan has longer hair (bordering on 80s fluffy steve-harringtonesque vibes altho not QUITE steve level), he pulls the harry styles bandana thing semi-frequently, like this:

even still, zay puts all of them to shame. now there’s a man who understands versatility!

for girls, jade is definitely the least experimental with her hair, partially because she doesn’t know how, partially because she can’t be bothered (spending so much time with all the above boys who don’t care could also be a factor -- none of them are offering to braid her hair for fun, after all). it’s usually down for her, maybe with a couple of barrettes, and when she’s deep into costuming it’s pulled back in a lazy ponytail. clarissa is similar. isa either just pulls it half up, all the way up in a little puff, or keeps it down (since its usually short above her shoulders). maya is known for her long blonde locks and thus keeps it as such, but she’ll do variation in terms of wavy versus pin straight, etc. and will pull it up for rehearsals if needed. same for chai in terms of pulling it back. haley and darbs have a little more variety, a few updos or a spare braid here and there. darby is usually a high ponytail girl. sarah has even more so bc she fluctuates between curly and straight.

and then riles and yindra... these are the queens of hair. truly, no one is doing it like them. i wish there were gifsets of all of riley’s adorable hairstyles -- i have thought about this often, especially in regards to s1 (as i imagine it more typically down with small detail braids in s3 and of course in s2, she chops it short for half the season -- another dramatic change though). s3 would have cute variations too, though. natalia made an insp board for it one time that i think skims the tip of the riley hair iceberg quite nicely:

so cute! so you get the idea. love visuals!!!

-- Maggie & Es

#yes i love the style of ambition!#would love to see it one day.........#answered #ambition quarantine 2020 #aaa supplementaries #a class #lorelaisrorys #ask and you shall receive #aaa fashion ref

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aqvarius · 5 years ago

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For the writer asks 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 49 ❤️❤️❤️ sorry it’s lot but i’m curioussss

omg thanks for the numbers boo! i love talking about myself so feel free so send as many numbers as you want lmao

1. things that inspire you

usually the sky and scenery/settings! different variants of the sky give me different moods for writing usually, like sunsets will make me want to write really pensive pieces, or bright neon-lit city skies at night want me want to write something where two people are sitting in an empty basketball court drinking and being nostalgic lol. i’m also inspired by random pieces of dialogue and i’ll file them in my notes app or a new word doc and literally think of a plot and write a fic just so i can use that one line of dialogue. and i’m often inspired too by just scenes that i want to see myself - fanfic is great bc you have the base characters and contexts already written out for you and you can just fill in the gaps with whatever you want. pretty much all of my fics that aren’t requests are just self-indulgent pieces because i want to see a character react in a certain situation lol.

3. name three favorite writers

ahh it was so hard to pick just 3 but i’m going to name some of my fav fanfic writers since the next question is about authors! i’ll keep it to people who have written for voltage since that’s the main focus/fandom of this blog.

@effloresensemn writes the best hue i’ve ever read. this is my absolute favourite hue fic of all time - i actually reread it recently and left a comment, forgetting that i already left a comment 4 years ago. i love her characterisation in everything she writes so much and the tone of her first person povs.

@zacroix gorgeous, gorgeous writing. she writes smut that’s not just hot but also delicate and sensual and intimate. i love all the little details that just add so much depth and her lovely, sultry dialogue.

@drawthecurtainstarttheplay it’s been so long but her work is still some of the best in the fandom imo. the amount of time i spent reading her bmp fics when i was an undergrad is insane - i’m surprised i even graduated. they’re creative and sophisticated and delicious.

anyway as i was writing this i realised i couldn’t choose just 3 so here’s some more

@spyoflove (another classic!) for not just great smut and meltingly cute fluff but also some really fun and silly pieces.

@heartofsnark i don’t even care that much about kbtbb but i read her fics just bc they’re so well written. i found her through her hue fic and i was like shook that she’d never written him before bc it was so good lol.

@duchessmimrose for being not only a prolific but absolutely quality writer, and for reblogging and promoting so many great fics on her blog.

4. name three authors that were influential to your work and tell why

banana yoshimoto is probably my favourite author. i love the pensive tone of her writing, where it’s both detached but incredibly sensitive at the same time. every time i read one of her books i try to emulate the tone to practice but i can never get it. she makes me want to be really experimental and find my own voice. the soft endings of her books make you feel so satisfied but yearning for more at the same time.

i adore michelle moran’s historical fiction. nefertiti, the heretic queen and cleopatra’s daughter? incredible. i love the way she writes clever, bold and charming women without making them mary sues. her worlds are so vibrant and immersive and i love the way she describes the grandeur of places and clothing in particular.

i’m a sucker for historical romance novels (and also modern tbh) so i love lisa kleypas. the chemistry between her characters is always so palpable and i love her heroes (who doesn’t lol). i love the way she writes sex scenes too, they’re super sexy and so intimate and loving and passionate but not explicit? i often try to emulate that style of writing when i have to write nsfw scenes because i don’t always love a super brash/explicit tone.

7. early influences on your writing

that mates dates series of books? and also the truth, dare, kiss or promise series. also jacqueline wilson lol. and then fictionpress stories, ff.net, and fanfic i read on livejournal communities for sure (the latter being probably the reason why i (1) put my stories behind cuts and (2) have all my titles lower case.)

8. what time are you most productive?

4-7am after not having slept lol. also literally right as im falling asleep

49. writing advice

for me, characterisation is #1! i think esp in a fandom like voltage where there are hundreds of characters, it’s so important to have the specific traits of the character you’re choosing to write for/about down to a T and think about how they specifically would react even in an AU or a situation where they wouldn’t normally find themselves. if you need to stretch beyond a situation in which they would reasonably be, make sure you provide enough context/exposition to make it believable and still recognisably that character.

i like to go back and reread substories, epilogues and povs to refresh myself on the character’s dialogue patterns, how they react to certain situations, how that differs from other characters, how they express affection (what sorts of love languages do they gravitate towards), etc.

also write down phrases you like whenever they pop into your head! sometimes it’s a good way to come up with new ideas, or you can always keep them in the bank for future use.

and don’t be afraid to experiment with tone. sometimes it’ll be successful (in terms of audience reception), sometimes it won’t, but it’s always fun to stretch beyond how you’re used to articulating certain ideas.

also make sure to double check for tense inconsistencies. something that peeves me is when pieces swap back and forth between past and present tense by accident! (unless it’s deliberate, like a flashback or something)

#Anonymous #why do i talk so much #snow answers #snow irl

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years ago

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Survey #244

“you could stand me up at the gates of hell, but i won’t back down.”

What accent do you find most difficult to understand? Heavy southern. Has your music taste changed over the years? Not very. I do like more indie stuff now than I used to, though. What movie never fails to make you cry? The Notebook. What movies do you think need a sequel? Hm... I'm sure there's plenty, but they're evading me for now. Let's see... yeah idk. Do you have to see it to believe it? I mean it depends; see what exactly? But in general, yeah. I believe in spirits, maybe even auras, stuff like that. What was the last thing you bought for yourself? Food. Do you like 3D movies? Yeah, they're cool. Have you ever had breakfast in bed? Not the "my partner brought me food and it's romantic" type of way; I've just eaten breakfast food in bed. Have you ever practiced kissing on a stuffed animal? No, that's always been. p wild to me. Do you still talk to your childhood friends? A few. True/False: You live with your parents. Just one. At the dinner table do you always sit in the same chair? We rarely eat at the table, but generally, yes. Is your signature legible? I think so. Have you met any bands/singers? No. Have you ever witnessed a miracle? No. Do you know someone that looks better as they age? *shrugs* Do you know the order of the colors of the rainbow? Yes. Do you sometimes wish you were the opposite gender? No. Have you ever kissed a picture? of who? I don’t think so. Did/do you distract your teachers to get them to tell you stories? I didn't really speak in class unless I was pretty sure I had the answer to a question or had a serious question myself. Who makes you feel like you’re worth something? My mom, more than anyone. Do you remember a lot of your childhood? Yeah. I have a crazy vivid long-term memory. How many pets is too many? Depends on available space as well as what you can afford to care for sufficiently. Do you stare at dead people in a movie to see if you can catch them moving? lol no. Does your hand fit inside a Pringles container? Probably. I can curl my thumb really inward to make space. Do you know who your maid of honor/best man will be? Sara, unless I end up marrying her lmao. In that case, it'd be Mom. If you had the opportunity to be famous, would you take it? I don't like the term "famous" for me personally, but rather "well-known" for a photographer. What is your favorite healthy snack? Strawberries, I guess? What is the best song by your favorite artist/band? I HAVE TO???????? PICK???????????? Oh jeez. At least right now, "Time" is one that I hold incredibly close to my heart and usually brings me to tears because it reminds me of Teddy. It's just a beautiful song. I'd say overall, probably "Trap Door." It's cool as hell. How many times did your phone ring today? None. What theme do you want for your wedding? Halloween/fall-ish. How much do you spend a month on make-up? Nothing. Do you have any of your future children’s names picked out? I don't want kids, but if I did, Alessandra Quinn is the girl and my spouse cannot argue, and I'd love Damien Vance or Damien Victor for a boy. What was your favorite childhood meal? Spaghetti. Would you ever date someone over the internet? I don't *think* I'd do it again, no, unless it was Sara and we were actually making arrangements to move in together ASAP. Do you find it hard to believe that a dinosaur was once right where you are? No, but rather cool as hell. What is your favorite part of the movie “The Lion King”? The intro (up to where the title pops up, not just NAAAAAAAAAAAAASEBENYAAAAAAAAAAA). It's just... magical. I, without fail, get goosebumps all over and smile. Do you have any bug bites atm? No. Do you knock before entering someone’s room? Yeah. What was the last thing you shot in the garbage? Like, shot as a basketball? Probably just paper or something. Would you freak out if you saw a spider crawling on you right now? Fuck yes I would. Who did you last call beautiful? Venus, my snake. Have you ever used a tanning bed? Nooooooo. Do you think people will eventually stop believing in God? Oh, absolutely not. The belief in some sort of higher power has evolved since the dawn of civilization, so why would it stop? Do you and your best friend have the same favorite band? No. Do you prefer watching movies or playing video games? Vidya games. Have you ever been go-cart racing? Ha ha yeah, fun. Up in NY with my cousins. How many jobs have you had in your life? Three. Does your shower have a door or curtains? Two curtains. Do you have any posters of your favorite band on your walls? Metallica and Manson, yeah. Are you good at remembering names? NOOOOOOOO. Have you been outside today? No. Have you ever walked the opposite direction on an escalator? No. When making pancakes, do you try to make cool shapes/pictures? No. Do you use your hand when you’re explaining something? Oh yeah. Do you play a lot of video games? Not anymore, really. I would, but I can't afford a new console. I want a PS4 super badly (hell, even a PS3) to play new games, especially ones I haven't seen let's plays of. You can only replay a game so many times before you get bored, y'know? The only game I play regularly is WoW and that's because it has like... endless content to do. Who is your favorite Disney princess? Probably Jasmine. What word do you hate that people use often? (yolo, derp..) None off the top of my head. I just don't care. When was the last time you had hiccups? Idr. Have you ever thrown up from drinking too much alcohol? No. Do you ever buy the same piece of clothing, just in different colors? No. What is the last movie you saw in a theater? The live action The Lion King, I think. How many bank accounts do you have? I don't think I even have one... I know Mom was talking about opening me up one, but like, why. I don't make an income. Have you ever been falsely accused of starting drama? Oh sure. Do you attend church regularly? I never go. Have you ever been to Dairy Queen? Good. Shit. They have THE best chocolate milkshakes. Do you tend to worry a lot? Only always! How old were you when you lost your first tooth? Idr. Do you remember your first time on the internet? Not really, no. Which website do you email from? Hotmail. Do you enjoy receiving souvenirs? Yeah. Do a lot of people dislike you or is it the other way around? Idk. Have you ever had the flu? No, knock on wood. What about strep throat? Yeah. Would you ever consider going on a cruise? No. What is your biggest insecurity? My more "different" interests/hobbies. Have you ever painted a room alone? No. Speaking of which, when did you last paint your room? Never. Have you ever had a terrible hangover? No. Do you ever get migraines? Rarely. Do you know how to garden? I mean, I could put it together... What was the last thing you plugged into an outlet? A phone charger. Do people consider you to be a funny person? I don't know. Do you like children? No. If not, why is this? I'm just... uncomfortable and feel like I'm playing with slime against my will or some shit any time I'm in their presence. I don't like how they stare, I don't like how rude they can be, I hate how demanding they are of attention (YES, I am aware that is healthy behavior for the baby of a social species, I just can't provide it), they ask too many questions... I have a lot of reasons I don't like them. Is there a big age difference between you and the person you like? No. What is the most amusing thing on the internet, in your opinion? YouTube, I guess? Does the future excite you or scare you? Both. What do you plan on doing with the rest of your life? I don't want to think on this. How many huge secrets do you have? I don't know about *huge* secrets... How many people know these secrets? ^ How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Once. Do you ever floss? Not really, oops. Have you ever been in a long-term relationship? Two. Ever considered suicide? Yes. If so, did you try to commit suicide? Yes. Is there anyone out there who makes you feel completely useless? No. Do you like texting or calling people more? TEXTING. Don't call me omg. Have you ever painted something and been impressed by it? Yeah. When did you last babysit, if ever? I actually did last week in an emergency situation with my nephew. I was the one and only person capable due to everyone being sick. I was scared as shit and very anxious the whole time, but I did it. Ultimately, it was a good bonding experience for us. Do you have any younger siblings? Yes, one sister. Have you ever thought of someone as useless? I'm sure I've thought of myself like that before. Have you ever considered bleaching your hair? Not to remain blonde, no, but I did that on the occasion I dyed it purple, I think. Do you drink vitamin water? No. Are there any old movies you absolutely love? Well of course. Have you ever had a Big Mac before? No, it doesn't appeal to me. Do you think you attract the opposite sex at a reasonable rate? I don't know or care. Where is your favorite place to travel? Mountainous and wooded areas. What is your goal for the next few months? Do well in school, get back into driving, maybe get a job I can actually handle. Can you count to ten in another language other than your own? German, yeah. And I think Spanish. Have you ever played on a sports team before? Yeah. If you have, what was that sport and when? All of these are from when I was a young kid. T-ball/softball, basketball, cheerleading, soccer... I think that's it? Oh wait, dance for many years as a pre-teen/teen. Have you ever filed a lawsuit on someone? No. Do you think you’re a good singer? Not really. Do you think you have a good sense of style? I don't care. What matters is I myself like what I wear. Do you enjoy reading often? No... but I want to get back into it. Have you ever had a deadly illness? No, thank goodness. Ever had food-poisoning before? No. Where did you last eat dinner at? Like, eat out? I think it was a local Mexican restaurant with Mom and the sis. Have you ever shot a gun before? No. Where do you apply cologne or perfume? My neck and just generally around my torso. I don't really pay attention to exactly where. What completely and totally disgusts you and turns you off? Disrespect is what came to mind first this instance. What song makes you laugh when you hear it? I'unno. Do you take surveys hoping someone will see your answers or just ‘because’? Just because. It's a time-killer and a way for me to just. Talk. Not at anyone, just to get thoughts out of my head. It's therapeutic to me. What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream? Chocolate or vanilla, depending on my mood. What diet could you never do? "Raw." <<<< Yeah. Do you have a curfew? No, not that I ever leave the house. Do you actually like your job? N/A What is the last song you sang? I think it was "Ordinary Man" by Ozzy feat. Elton John. GOD I am ready for this album. Describe the best kiss you’ve ever experienced: Bro idk I've had a lot of those and I've never like ranked them in my head. Think to the last time someone said thank you to you, what had you done to earn it? I commented on my friend's picture that she was fUCKING BEAUTIFUL. Grab your cellular. When did you last receive a text message? Like three hours ago. Is there anything that’s worrying you at the moment? Just a lot. Honestly, do you wish there was someone still in your life who used to be but for whatever reason isn’t anymore? I mean yeah, there' s multiple people like that. Who in your household do you not have a good relationship with? My sister's dog. Who in your life are you scared to lose more than anything? Mom.

#survey #quiz #questions

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absconditum-imaginaerum · 5 years ago

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CHECKMATE | JR

JR | Checkmate | T+

Words | 4,690

Notes | Accidental compromising situation, friends to lovers AU, game night. I have been with JR for 8 years now and he deserves a lot of love and with their comeback (I know it was a while ago now but wow I’m still not over it???) I have been flooded with JR feels so... enjoy my shitty writing lmao. Highly unedited because let’s be honest, when does Ailea edit any of her writings....

You promised. You promised a thousand times they were just going to be skittles games, that there would be no ounce of competitiveness in any of the matches you played and while the both of you knew that was going to be a total lie considering your nature with each other, JR sighed and accepted your proposal with the promise that you would make his favorite dessert when it was all said and done.

Skittle was a term JR came to understand as meaning just for fun in regard to the game of chess when you first began teaching him how to play. Ever since he started getting really good, skittles games were the norm—no timed matches, no speed rounds, just straight games for fun using all the time either of you wanted in the world. At first, he started coming over to your place because there was a nice table where the two of you could play comfortably.

It didn’t take long for the venue to switch to his place because he only had one roommate who generally either stayed in his room or was out and about and never bothered you when you occupied the living room to litter it with snacks and drinks and flip through movies while working through your games. Sometimes the movie was forgotten about, your matches getting a little more competitive. The glimmer that JR got in his eyes when he felt he had you like cornered prey was a look you came to completely adore.

You were prepared for anything and everything when you knocked on his apartment door the next day, chess set clutched under your underarm with a grocery bag full of things to make his favorite caramel apple strudel bar when the chess-playing was over in your other hand. He answered the door, running a hand through his shaggy hair as he looked up at you from under his lashes with a shy smile looking like he’d just gotten up from a nap. And it wasn’t long after that the board was set up on the living room floor. JR pristinely set the pieces while you put dessert ingredients in the fridge.

“It’s awfully quiet, no Minhyun?” you asked, noting that the younger boy had yet to make an appearance, as he often did when you arrived at their place.

JR shrugged. “He left for the weekend; didn’t say where he was going, just that he’d be gone a few days.”

“You have the apartment all to yourself?” you asked, peering over the kitchen island and across the small space to where he was sitting, fidgeting with one of his knights as he waited for you.

“It’s not that unusual.” He laughed. JR was always the quiet type, Minhyun definitely the more adventurous. “In fact, more often than not, he’s not here while you’re over. I’m surprised you even asked about him.”

You hummed in response, curious by that observation that you hadn’t made yourself. “I guess I never noticed.”

“Too busy focusing on me,” he retaliated with another laugh.

“Too busy focusing on kicking your butt!” you called back, definitely unable to help the burning that made its way to your cheeks.

The relationship between you and JR was simple, really. You’d been close friends for a number of years and from one intellectual brain to another spent most of your time with each other playing strategy or puzzle games. It almost always turned into a competition. Even though JR was quiet, he prided himself on how witty and smart he could be, especially if it meant outsmarting you. But chess was a different game. He vowed he would get good enough to beat you and after a few lessons and a lot of time spent contemplating strategies by himself, he was well on his way to doing just that. Occasionally, you went to his place to see how far he’d come, knowing full well that one day you were going to regret it. When JR was determined for something, seldom could anything stop him.

“I think today is the last day you’ll be saying that, even if it takes a couple of games.”

“Is that a threat?” you asked, looming from the kitchen as you ambled over to the board and the boy on the floor and plopped on the side with the white pieces.

“I’m thinking it’s a promise,” he uttered, peering at you from under those lashes once again but instead of humility it was conniving.

“Then you better bring your A-Game, honey,” you sassed and moved your trusty and beginning pawn two spaces.

“You’re going to be eating those words, darling.” The quiet and encouraging purr that slipped from your throat pulled the grin to his face as he reached down, matching his pawn with yours at the center of the board, and so the match began.

In all the time that you’d been teaching JR how to play chess, the emphasis on using every piece to its highest potential was of the utmost importance. To most inexperienced chess players, highest potential would be to move as far into enemy territory as possible, but what it really meant was to place your pieces to be strategically threatening and to take control of the center four squares. Control of the center four was ideal for domination of the game, especially once a player is able to get their stronger pieces out into the open to go on the offensive.

It took JR a little practice to understand that moving pieces into enemy territory wasn’t the best idea, especially in the beginning of the game when defenses were still fortified. It would be foolish to move your queen all the way out to be overtaken by a pawn—a lesson he learned very quickly. JR got a grip on the concept of highest potential nearing immediately and became a formidable opponent much sooner than you had anticipated; but JR was always a smart guy and a quick learner, so the surprise should have been minuscule at best.

Moves and counter moves and counter-counter moves had JR thinking pretty intently about every future endeavor he was going to make against your fortification. While JR busied himself with playing the aggressive game, you turned your style on its head and started playing defensively, setting a trap long in the making that would inevitably lead to his demise.

“You’re getting a lot better,” you complimented in regard to his promotion, a pawn having sneakily made it all the way across the board to grant him a captured piece of which he chose a bishop as you’d not so foolishly left your king on the end rank un-defended against an rook which he so inconveniently didn’t have to promote anyway.

“Well, I began with a great teacher and practiced my skills from there,” he replied, watching you move a piece he had actually looked over—a knight to take his newly acquired bishop.

“We’ll see if it pays off,” you replied and waited for his move.

“I think it has,” he uttered, moving a rook down to capture your knight which for a moment seemed pretty foolish to you, as the rook still had a bishop to go through before it could reach your king and should he take the bishop, your king was in prime capturing position.

A smirk tugged at your lips as you moved your queen into position, and in turn, as you expected, JR captured your bishop.

“Checkmate,” he said, believing he had your king pinned between a bishop and a rook and one of your own pawns.

“Not so fast,” you whispered back, moving your king in a retreating diagonal. “One key rule you always forget about kings is their ability to also move diagonally.” JR scoffed; he did often forget that rule which probably would have saved his own king on many occasions had you been kind enough to inform him, but he had to learn sooner or later.

With a somewhat defeated sigh, he moved his rook to a different position in the corner, having concocted a different plan with no time left, as on the next move he was in check. Pinned in the corner, his queen had no choice but to capture one of the offending pieces, but no matter which piece he picked, checkmate was inevitable. So, the first game went to you and JR sighed in defeat.

The both of you took a short break to stretch your legs and get something to drink, as sitting on the floor would get grueling for more than one game at a time since both of you were hitting that age. The floor definitely wasn’t as comfortable as it used to be when you were kids when it wasn’t that far to sit down and not that far to get up.

JR, being the gentleman he was, grabbed you a water from the fridge as you continued to stretch. Sincerely thinking about pressing the bottom of the chilled water bottle against the exposed skin of your lower back as a result of your shirt riding up, JR looked over you before deciding to just wait and hand you the water bottle.

When you stood upright, JR was standing incredibly close, your shoulder almost against his chest as he held out the bottle to you, looking at your face. Merely able to look back at him, you took the water bottle so gingerly, you almost dropped it on the floor. His warm breath was on your face, soft fingers against your own as he handed it over, and you swore a small smirk tugged at the right corner of his lips if even for just a moment.

“On for the next game?” he asked you with a raise of his brow.

“Are you ready to lose again?” you questioned, unable to stop the way your eyes glanced at his mouth—far too close for comfort—and back at his eyes a second later.

“I won’t make the same mistakes twice,” he reminded you.

“Then, bring it.”

JR settled across the chessboard from you after taking a swig of his water. As you anticipated, the game started off tense—JR was thinking very seriously about every single move he was going to make, planning as far as a few moves head and taking into consideration the multiple ways he assumed you’d move. It was a lie to say that you were entirely focused on the game, since whenever you weren’t looking at the board, you were looking at his face. The way he gnawed his bottom lip as he considered moves, shaking his head and mouthing some reasonings had you looking at him extra hard. The thought about putting a movie on hadn’t even crossed his mind since you showed up—he was so determined to show you that he could beat you; he didn’t want any distractions.

So, the game played out. There were a couple of instances in which you thought you might be in trouble, but somehow found a way out. Never were you on the offensive in this game. He diligently moved his attacking pieces in positions that also defended his king if it came down to it. He was really going all out on this game and you were getting a little nervous.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you when he caught you thinking extra hard, reaching for some pieces before retracting your hand, eyes scanning the board numerous times but not coming up with any solid plan to continue an advance.

“Nothing,” you bit through your teeth, trying to ignore the way he played with you, sarcastically asking what was wrong as if he didn’t know.

Moves were extremely limited while simultaneously being useful, but you saw their use expiring far beyond what you hoped for. You concluding that, without any other choices, you had to sacrifice some pieces to get the game perhaps moving in a direction more favorable to you—you sacrificed a knight.

“That’s unlike you,” he commented and observed the board.

“There comes a point when you need to open space, even if that means sacrificing one of your pieces,” you sighed, refusing to look at his face at this point—he had this game won, you could feel it in your bones.

All he could muster was a small hum in response as he gnawed at the tip of his thumb. Careful was an understatement when describing JR at this moment. He looked over multiple pieces tens of times and mapped their paths just as much, also eyeballing your pieces before finally deciding on a move, pushing his knight forward into a squeezed spot, but with the way that knight moved…

“Checkmate,” he uttered.

You almost scoffed. Such a simple move had destroyed your whole game. The only moveable spots for your king was right into the path of his bishops. It was unlike you to have your king blocked in, but it was far early in the game and didn’t think that you would have to clear your king out, based on the play of previous games.

After studying the board for a minute, making absolute sure there was no way you could destroy any of his checking pieces, you accepted defeat and reached out to push your king over. It rolled off the board and onto the carpet underneath. He waited for a moment, hoping for a congratulations, but he didn’t get one. You were clenching your jaw, hiding a small defeated smile as you continued to look at the board.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to be sour about this, it’s about time I’ve beat you once,” he commented, trying to draw your attention up to him.

“You know what they say. Once you’ve beat them once, the wins will just keep coming,” you replied.

“You have that much confidence in me?” he questioned with a laugh as he began moving his pieces back.

“I have that much confidence in my teachings,” you answered, trying to take his light away out of playful competitiveness. But he couldn’t find the smile in your words.

“You’ve been spoiled with all of your winning,” he noted as you sat there. He would have pegged you as pouting about the game, but in all honesty the thoughts running through your head were far from the game at this point. You stayed silent for a moment before JR pushed the board out of the way. “You really are so upset about this game! I won’t have that frown in my apartment,” he threatened and reached out to you, both of his hands going for your sides when you quickly clamped your elbows down.

“Kim Jonghyun, don’t you even think about it!” you hollered, blocking his attempted tickles as he poked at you, that Cheshire grin across his lips bound and determined. You were slapping at his hands, trying your best to escape, shoving him every opportunity you got to try and scramble away.

“Oooh, busting out the full names now! This must be serious,” he teased some more, crawling across the floor to get close to you, poking anywhere he could to get some giggles out of you but you were far from having any of it. You grabbed his wrists, hollering his name and, with the help of some adrenaline, overpowered him to shove him away.

He was relentless, though, and never one to give up so easily. You’d crawled your way over to him, only making it easy for him to begin his attacks again, but you had something else in mind. You grabbed both of his wrists again, now having the proper leverage to really overpower him and pushed him over, off the balance of his legs and he crashed down onto his back, breathing heavily as you pinned his arms above his head, grip tight against his wrists. In order to get enough leverage to keep him there, you swung a leg over his body and straddle him to pin his hips to the ground, too.

In your struggling, your breathing had become labored also, and it fanned across JR’s face as you looked down at him. He was panting back just the same, but his arms never struggled out from under your grip. In fact, it was quite the opposite; he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, tongue dancing behind his slightly parted teeth.

“Not so mouthy anymore, are you?”

He didn’t have a good reply for you, just turned his gaze away and slightly shifted his legs with a quiet grunt. That was the only time his arms ever struggled in your grip, but you weren’t about to let him up, not without a good explanation.

“Cat got your tongue, JR?” you asked, shifting a little bit to get a better grip on his wrists.

His gaze snapped back to you. “You are sitting very precariously on my lower half and I am concentrating so hard to not pop one underneath you; so yeah, I have nothing good to say.”

The blush that covered your cheeks was hotter than the sun when you realized the situation. Your hands let go of his wrists and he knew what was coming. He gave a vain attempt to stop you, but you were already convicted.

“Don’t!...Ah… fuck,” he groaned, defeated. The friction of you rotating to sit up was beyond his breaking point. All that concentration out the window with that simple of a movement; JR threw one of his freed hands over his eyes, expecting that you would jump off him, but you didn’t. You took a deep breath, your hands flat against his abdomen as the pressure grew underneath you. The fabric of his shirt was weak and pliable under the clawing motions of your fingers as they scraped against him.

JR’s legs shifted again, trying something, anything really, to relieve the pressure from you as you made no attempt to move, at least not to get off of him. The salivation occurring in your mouth was betraying you as you looked down at perhaps your closest friend, covering his embarrassed face with a shake of his head as you sat atop his most intimate parts.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, “I hardly have any control over it and the tiniest amount of anything will set it off at any moment.”

You didn’t even hear him, really. He was speaking, you could tell because you were looking at his face and could see his mouth moving, but as far as words actually being received in the mush of your mind—it was futile, really. As if on autopilot, you shifted your knees and rocked your hips.

The groan that fell from JR’s lips was nothing short of delicious.

“Ooh, fuck,” he whined, pushing his head back into the carpeted floor, legs shifting some more underneath and behind you. With his eyes clenched closed, he removed his hand from over his face and turned it over so that the back of his hand was staring back at him and drew his index finger knuckle between his teeth, which did absolutely nothing to muffle the next whimper from deep in his throat.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t really know why I won’t get off you,” you admitted, the haziness in your eyes just about matched his, but you were coming to some sort of consciousness even as your fingers continued to paw at his shirt, bunched against his middle. JR’s teeth ground together gently as he thought of what to say, but really all he could focus on was how warm you felt against his lower extremities and the saliva collecting under his tongue which he soon swallowed hard. His eyes opened to slits to look at you.

“How would you feel if I asked you to kiss me?” he finally uttered.

Your soft chuckle turned to a grin, then faded to you biting your bottom lip as you took both of his hands and laced your fingers with his. He watched you curiously, but threaded his fingers with yours nonetheless. You sat high on your knees, lifting from his hips and with his help, you guided his hands down to the carpet slightly above his head and watched his eyes flutter closed to anticipate you, but you moved right passed his face and into the crook of his neck.

Still, that sigh bubbling at the top of his throat spilled over when your teeth nipped at his jaw. His head tilted away and back from your mouth, giving you more area to bite at your will. Your soft lips against the curve of his jaw had him positively wild for you as you kissed along it—slow, sensual, lingering kisses down his neck.

His hisses were absolutely electrifying, hands jerking against yours, gripping them even tighter before he even thought about turning his face back to you; when he did, you swallowed the needy sigh right off his supple lips. His kiss was soft and sweet, but still quite eager and needy, especially as you drew his bottom lip between your teeth to caress it with your tongue and then bite softly before letting it go. It returned to its rightful place just to be drawn between his teeth, and with another quiet hiss he opened his eyes fully.

JR’s soft gaze met yours, even as his fingers begged for your hands to continue to hold his when they slipped away. You were about to settle back down on his hips, the situation slipping your mind again; he took your hips to guide you to the side, gravity helping him roll over top of you. His dark hair fell forward, curtaining his face a bit as it fell into his eyes. His left hand shoveled under your shoulder while the other caressed your cheek with his thumb, eyes affectionately admiring you. His lower half was cast off to your side as he leaned over you, but that seemed to be the least of your concern now as he leaned down to slant his mouth against yours.

While one of your hands braced against his shoulder, the other delicately wrapped around the back of his neck. He tilted his head, accepting your warm tongue against his for just a second before he broke the kiss, the soft suction of departing lips loud in both of your ears. His eyes slowly fluttered open to meet your gaze again.

“Wow,” he uttered.

“What?” you asked with a soft smile, trying to stave the blush off your face.

“You have nice kisses,” he admitted and leaned down to chastely peck your lips, wet from his kiss.

The front door popped, opening slowly with Minhyun already explaining that he was back because he had a change of plans but in the middle of his rant, noticed the two of you on the floor of the living room and paused mid-sentence.

He cocked his head to the side for a minute, a curious glint in his eyes as he observed the living room. The chess board was messily cast aside, snacks and drinks littering the coffee table before his eyes settled on the two of you again.

“And how long have you been keeping this not-secret from me?” he asked curiously, shutting the door behind him.

“It’s as brand new to us as it is to you,” JR replied, eyeballing his roommate and best friend.

“Not-secret?” you questioned from under the older male.

Minhyun scoffed with a condescending smile. “You really are blind to each other, or yourselves, I can’t decide which. I’ve been making bets with Ren about how long this was going take because even he can scrape the tension off himself with a credit card. But if it is brand new as of right now, then I owe him twenty bucks.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” JR asked, finally letting you sit up properly.

“I told Ren that the two of you were already together, bet him that you’d passed this stage a long time ago, but he was right when he said that you guys were too stubborn to admit your feelings for each other.”

Minhyun didn’t waste any more time entertaining the two of you—he was better off getting his things and getting lost to let the two of you catch up on a long time coming. JR stood, helping you up to do the same to make the situation a little less awkward, but he kept you close in front of him to hide the obvious result of accidental movement which sparked this whole thing in the first place. He shifted to sit on the armrest of the chair and hulled you over, begging you to play along as you leaned against his leg with his hand entertaining your hip as you waited for Minhyun to finish rustling in his room and leave again.

The door popped again, another familiar face making an appearance. “Minhyun! We’re already la—Oh, hello,” Ren commented, noticing the two of you and waved his fingers in your direction.

“He owes you twenty dollars; don’t let him forget,” you commented, a little salty with him for walking in on the two of you a little busy on the floor. You could feel JR relaxing a bit behind you, taking particularly calculated breaths to calm himself before he could make eye-contact with Ren.

“Ohh, so the truth has been discovered. That’s so cute, you guys have always been so good for each other. I told Minhyun that if he was wrong, I was going to set the two of you up for real. Glad to see you’ve opened your eyes,” Ren explained. “Minhyun! Tick-tock!”

“I’m coming! I’m coming. Jeez. Don’t you think the lovebirds will have enough time for themselves? No need to rush me out of my own apartment,” he grumbled, hulling his bag towards the door.

“Toodles, my little doves. Don’t have too much fun,” Ren commented with a wink as he pulled Minhyun through the door, slamming it behind them.

JR relaxed into you, slouching into your back to bury his face. “They are so embarrassing,” he commented, muffled in the back of your shirt before you were pushing off his lap. You looked at him, a little curious about Minhyun’s comment about you having plenty of time to yourselves.

He must have sensed it, because he took your hands and drew you back to him, bringing them up individually to kiss the back of them. “I have every intention of starting this right and taking it slow. Don’t listen to Minhyun, you know he lives to get under people’s skin.”

“Do you want to help me make your caramel strudel bars?” you asked him, stepping to him and slightly between his legs to drape your arms across his shoulders—it felt so like home, it was almost indescribable; as if your hiraeth had been cured.

“If it means standing behind you, nestled in the crook of your shoulder while I watch you make it… I’d be happy to,” he replied while looking up at you. He adored the way you pushed his hair back, tucking the longer strands back behind his ears, generally caressing his face as you admired him just the same.

Looking at him now brought a different sense of joy. Of course, you were always happy to see him before, but now… now it was ecstatic. Now you felt completely at ease. He made your heart full, and the way he looked at you about had your toes curling, goosebumps raising on your skin because you knew he looked at you for altogether a different reason. Instead of looking at you and enjoying your company as his closest friend, he looked at you and appreciated your place by his side. So, with a soft smile, you laced your fingers with his and turned to tug him off to the kitchen, but not without a sweet, contract sealing kiss that he was yours now, and there were no take-backsies.

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