#like i’m just not going to ask questions anymore

[blue-lights-to-dreams]

Golden Light (pt. 2) // H.S.

part 2 to Golden Light! please read that first if you haven't already!

synopsis: you and Harry go back to your apartment after your date, and learn a little more about each other in the process.

warnings: smut, kissing, fingering (f receiving), i think that's it?

wc: 3.6k

a/n: the (maybe) long-awaited sequel to Golden Light as so many of you requested! thank you all so much for all of the love on that work, i'm so happy you guys enjoyed it. let me know what you think of this and if you'd like to see a part 3! :)

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The crackle of the fireplace (and the wine you were drinking) was almost enough to soothe your nerves. Almost. 

You and Harry were sprawled on your living room floor, backs against the couch, enjoying the heat radiating from the fire as Harry described what he had gotten his family for Christmas this year. It was only the beginning of December, but he had everyone’s gifts already. He was so prepared, and the gifts he picked were so thoughtful. Each came with a backstory of exactly why he chose it, usually after the person mentioned something in passing once or twice. 

A vintage whale-shaped coffee mug for his sister, who’d talked about how much she enjoyed a documentary about them over brunch one day. A beautiful landscape by a local painter for his mother after she admired another of her works when they’d gone to the art museum. He’d even gotten a custom doll made for his goddaughter after she complained one day that none of the ones at the store looked like her.

You’d picked out a riesling from your small stash of wine when you two arrived at your flat, remembering that’s what Harry preferred. You’d quickly changed into soft shorts and a graphic t-shirt, needing out of your dress, before the two of you settled on the floor and fell back into comfortable chatter.

It was probably for the better that he was the one speaking at the moment, because you could feel your head get fuzzier with each sip from your glass. As much as you tried to stay focused, you couldn’t help but run your eyes up his frame. He’d draped his blazer over the back of one of your barstools as he’d come in, leaving him in just his slacks and half-unbuttoned dress shirt. He looked stunning.

Harry noticed the way you were looking at him but elected not to say anything as he continued his story. “I’m really hoping she’s going to like it. How about you? Anything special you’ve gotten for anyone?”

His question snapped you out of your mild stupor, and you racked your brain. “Not really – I’m not nearly as prepared as you are. I only need to get a couple of things, though. Just something for my mom and a few for my friends. Nothing major.”

“No siblings?” He asked.

“Nope. Well, I do have them, but they’re my step-siblings, and I don’t think I’ve seen them since I was like 14 or so. My dad kind of packed them up and ran for the hills with his new wife at that point.” Your statement was blunt, and you picked at the skin around your nails as you explained. It wasn’t anything you had a hard time discussing anymore, given it had been upwards of 10 years. 

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that,” Harry looked like he didn’t know what to say. You probably should have said that differently, you thought, not wanting to overshare and make him uncomfortable.

“It’s fine, Harry. It was a long time ago, and probably for the better. My mom and I have only gotten closer since then, and I wouldn’t change it.” He nodded in understanding with a small smile but didn’t respond, letting his gaze drift to the artwork hung over the mantle of the fireplace.

A hush fell between the two of you, the noise of the fire and your creaky New York City radiator the only things audible. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, just calm and peaceful. You stood to open the window – the heat was getting to be too much. It was nearing midnight at this point, so there wasn’t much commotion on your street, but the sound of cars driving by now and then was familiar and soothing.

You returned to your seat, slightly closer to Harry than you had been previously. He seemed deep in thought, arm draped lazily over the seat of the couch behind him. His eyes hadn’t left the window after they followed your movement there.

“Whatcha thinking about?” You questioned softly, turning to face him and pulling your knees to your chest, leaning to rest your shoulder against the cushions. You didn’t mean to pry, but you wanted to know what was going on inside that pretty head of his.

“Honestly,” he exhaled, brows furrowing slightly, “you.”

“Me?” Not the answer you’d expected.

“Yes, you,” he spoke with a hint of teasing, flashing a quick smile at you before glancing away. “I was thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve enjoyed myself this much on a date. I really like you, Y/N.” His eyes returned to yours like they were searching for your response.

His earnestness left you speechless for a moment. You stared back at him - his eyes were so green, so beautiful, like waves were crashing against white sand just behind his pupils.

“I like you too, Harry.” He relaxed slightly, shifting his position a hair. “This is definitely the best date I’ve been on in a long time.” You weren’t always great at expressing emotion, but it was only fair for him to know how you felt too.

He grinned, then, and pushed himself up to slide closer to you on the floor. His eyes were still locked on yours, both of you smiling at each other like giddy teenagers. His arm was almost around you now but remained on the couch as you lowered your legs, returning them to a cross-legged position. Harry reached forward, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear before allowing his hand to rest gently on the side of your neck, thumb caressing your jawbone slowly. He looked you up and down, again admiring how gorgeous you looked before flitting his eyes to your lips. 

He inhaled briskly, hand not halting its movements on your face. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, of course. You don’t have to ask, but I appreciate it.” As much as you liked Harry being a gentleman, right now, you honestly just wanted him to be anything but.

He nodded quickly before pulling you forward, pressing his lips to yours. It started with slow, gentle movements of your lips together, but quickly became much more desperate. His hands roamed your face before moving to your waist, gripping the skin above your hips just firmly enough to drive you crazy. Your hands were pressed to his chest over his thin silk shirt, and you could feel the muscles there flex as he moved his hands around your body. You weren’t normally one to care about muscles, but something about his drove you crazy.

Harry’s thumbs brushed your lower ribs as he deepened the kiss, stealing your breath for a moment. Your hands instinctively moved to his hair, fingers knotting through and gently gripping his short curls. A small groan left his throat, shooting straight to your core. His hands suddenly gripped your hips harshly, lifting you to pull you into his lap. He swallowed the small gasp you let out as he did so, flattening his hands on your back to pull you against him as you settled on his thighs. The kiss was sloppy, now, almost depraved, as he tried to pull you as close as physically possible. The way you were tugging his hair was driving him wild, you could tell, and it only encouraged you.

You pulled away from his mouth for just a second as your fingers moved to toy with the small buttons of his shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Please,” Harry sighed, loosening his grip on you so you had the space to work. As you undid the last button, he pulled away from the couch and shrugged the shirt off, allowing it to fall onto the floor behind him.

He was breathtaking. At dinner, you could see the tattooed heads of what you assumed to be two small birds peeking out from under his shirt, but you weren’t expecting him to have so many more. Those swallows sat just underneath his collarbone, above a large butterfly on his stomach that almost appeared lifelike, the ink stretching and compressing as he breathed. His left arm was nearly covered in various small symbols and words, and you made a mental note to ask about them later. 

Your hands returned to his chest, this time without barriers. The skin there was soft to the touch but you could feel the firm muscle underneath. It was warm. Hot.

The corner of Harry’s mouth twitched as he tried to suppress a smirk at your wide-eyed gaze. After a few seconds of letting you stare, he pulled your lips back to his, unable to wait. It was just as desperate as before.

His large hands slowly slid down your back as your mouths moved together, finding the hem of your shirt before reaching underneath it to grab your hips. The feeling of his warm hands contrasted with the cold metal of the rings he wore, pulling a small gasp from you.

His firm grip on your hips was short-lived as his hands quickly began drifting upwards, thumbs slightly massaging your lower ribs. Fingers splayed on your back, Harry felt you pant into the kiss, unable to catch your breath.

He pulled away for a second, removing his hands from your skin. A small groan escaped you at the loss of warmth, which you hoped Harry didn’t notice. One hand moved to hold your face and the other bunched the hem of your shirt and tugged on it slightly. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked, not breaking eye contact. He needed to make sure you were okay with it, just like he would with whatever else ended up happening that night.

You nodded quickly, helping him lift the shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor beside you. He gripped your shoulders and pushed you away slightly so he could see you.

Harry thought you were stunning. His eyes raked longingly over every inch of you - shoulders, arms, breasts, and stomach, taking it all in. His hands slid off your shoulders to press against your ribs again, thumbs brushing the skin just under your bra. He tore his eyes away from the fabric and skin, gazing at you slack-jawed with blown-out pupils.

“Y’so beautiful, Y/N,” he panted, words slurred slightly from the breathlessness, and your heart just about burst in your chest. You weren’t used to being looked at like this, and it made you nervous, but the look in Harry’s eyes told you there was nothing to be afraid of. He didn’t look like he just wanted to fuck you – he looked like he wanted to worship you.

Instead of a response, you smashed your lips back to his. One of the hands gripping your ribs shifted to cup you over your bra, and you couldn’t help the moan that you let out. This only spurred Harry on as he followed suit, groaning into your mouth. The noise was divine – a low, throaty rumble that went straight to your core.

You needed more of his skin on you. Now. 

You reached behind yourself and unhooked your bra, shaking it off your shoulders until it dropped to the floor on top of your shirt. While you appreciated Harry asking for permission to continue with everything, you couldn’t wait until he worked up the nerve to ask you before feeling his bare hands on your chest.

He took your invitation to continue grasping at your breast, this time with no barrier. A louder moan left you as his thumb brushed over your nipple, electricity pulsing through your veins. Harry groaned into your mouth again, his other hand resting on your ass and bringing it forward until you sat directly on top of his length. It pressed deliciously against you, pulling another gasp from your throat. He was hard beneath you as you ground back on him, hips rocking in sync with the kiss.

You broke away for a moment to catch your breath, continuing to move against him. Your head fell back until you were panting up at the ceiling. Harry wasted no time in connecting his lips with your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, licks, and soft bites along it and down to your shoulder blades. The room was quiet apart from the symphony of both of your breathing, the crackle of the fire, and the odd car passing by.

He continued to kiss down your body to the soft tissue of your breast, capturing your nipple in his mouth. The feeling was heaven as his tongue flicked the bud before moving to the other side, his thumb replacing it. His other hand was reaching down your stomach to the button of your shorts, toying with the seams of the fabric. He removed his mouth from you, and you had to hold back a whine of disappointment.

“Is it alright if we get these off of you?” he asked tenderly, staring into you again. You nodded hastily, helping him unbutton them and lifting your hips so he could pull the fabric down your legs and over your knees. You kicked them off, leaving you in just your underwear as he looked you up and down again.

With the layer of fabric gone, your center met his again. You could feel the warmth radiating from his shaft as you pressed onto him, the two of you both groaning in pleasure. The rigid zipper of his pants rubbed firmly against your clit addictively.

A sudden wave of insecurity rushed over you as you realized the situation you’d put yourself in. Here you were, on a blind date with a near stranger, and you were already sitting on top of him in just your underwear while he was still in his pants. It wasn’t like you to give in to a man this quickly, but Harry’s face and smile and body and charm had gotten into your head and pushed away your ability to reason. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be doing this - it was quite the opposite, you were having a lovely time. You just didn’t want Harry to think you were easy, or that this was your plan.

You didn’t realize your movements against Harry had stilled until he was holding your face again, forcing you to look at him. He knew you were in your head about something, and he needed to find out what before taking things any further.

“Y/N, hey, what’s wrong? Do y’need to stop?” His voice was thick with concern as he searched your eyes for discomfort. You shook your head hurriedly, not wanting him to think you weren’t enjoying yourself.

“No, no, I’m fine,” you sighed, face flushing in embarrassment. “I’m just– I’m not usually the type to fuck on the first date. I don’t want you to think that was all I wanted from you.”

“Well, ‘f it helps, I wasn’t planning on having sex with you tonight.” Before you could react negatively (as you were about to) he quickly continued, “I just want to make you feel good tonight. You said you’ve been stressed out all week about work, and I just want to make that go away for you for a while. S’that okay, baby?”

Of course, he knew the perfect thing to say. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head at how considerate he was, and the pet name at the end was the cherry on top. “That sounds really nice. Thank you, Harry.”

He chuckled before lifting your hips off of his and setting you on the floor next to him, making sure you were close to the fireplace so you didn’t get cold. His hands prompted you to turn your body so you were parallel to the couch. One hand took root in your hair while the other caressed the bare skin on your hip as he kissed you again, slower this time. Harry used your hair as leverage to slowly pull you down until you were on your back on the floor, him slotted between your open legs.

“I want to take care of you, sweetheart, is that okay?” As if you would say no.

Your whiny ‘yes’ was rewarded with his hands caressing your inner thighs slowly, teasingly. You assumed you were noticeably soaked, the baby pink cotton of your underwear unforgiving when it came to hiding your arousal. He massaged the soft skin, moving upwards until his thumb brushed over the fabric’s seam nestled in the crease of your thigh. Your hips moved of their own accord, lifting in search of any friction they could find. Harry tsked quietly, securing a hand on your hip and pushing it back down on the floor.

He rolled onto his side from between your legs, supporting himself on an elbow with his hand cradling your head and wrapping an ankle around your leg to keep them open. His other hand traced a soft line over the wet patch between your legs, fingers brushing your clit with a feather-light touch. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Harry, please,” you whined, trying to regulate your breathing. 

He chuckled teasingly. “What d’you need, baby? Use your words.”

“I need –” you cut yourself off, unsure of why you were embarrassed to say it when you knew he already knew what you wanted. “I need you to touch me, please.”

That was all he needed before he slipped his fingers underneath your underwear and swiped them through your wet folds. The contact was heavenly, forcing a choked moan from your throat as he drew circles around your clit in a precise rhythm. He was obviously experienced, building that warm feeling in your stomach faster than even you could yourself.

“Need these off,” he ordered, tugging your underwear down your legs and helping you kick them off before he hooked an ankle around your knee and spread your legs again. His hand returned to your core, this time with his thumb pressing on your clit and his middle finger teasing your entrance. Your soft groan encouraged him to slide it into you, pulling a myriad of lush sounds from your mouth as he pumped in and out. When he curled his fingers into you and brushed against the spongy patch that felt so good, you thought you were a goner. That was until he slipped his ring finger in alongside his middle and picked up his motions on your clit once more. It didn’t take long at all for you to reach the edge, the feeling building in your insides until you felt like a rubber band about to snap.

“Harry, I’m gonna –” a prolonged moan interrupted your statement.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he spoke softly in your ear, leaving a small kiss on your cheekbone. “Let it go for me.”

That was all you needed. The rubber band inside you snapped, and your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami. You clenched tightly around Harry’s fingers, hips writhing, as he worked you through your release. He whispered praises in your ear but you could barely hear them as the room seemed to disappear, leaving just you and the feeling of Harry’s touch. You had to grip his wrist to remove his hand from you after a few seconds, the continued motion turning overstimulating quickly. 

After taking a moment to catch your breath, you rolled onto your side to throw an arm around Harry’s neck and pull him closer to you. Your nakedness was catching up to you as not even the warmth from the fireplace was enough.

Harry quickly realized how cold you were and turned to grab the throw blanket off of the couch, draping it over both of you. That was something you were quickly learning about Harry – he was very attentive, and he seemed to be able to anticipate your needs before you even realized them yourself.

After a few moments of quiet, the sounds of your breathing mixing with the other ambient noises, you spoke. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything for you? I feel bad leaving you, you know, high and dry.”

He laughed, leaning down to press a kiss against your hair. “I promise m’okay, Y/N. What you can do for me, though, is let me clean you up and get you in bed. Our backs are going to kill us tomorrow if we stay on this floor any longer.”

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After Harry helped you clean up and change into a fresh pair of pajamas, he slipped out of his trousers, leaving him in just his boxers. You’d both crawled into your bed, and you rested your head against his bare chest as his arm stroked small circles on your shoulder. It took everything in you not to fall asleep, but you didn’t want this night with him to end quite yet.

“Harry?” you whispered, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere in the room with your words.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Thank you for everything tonight. It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed myself this much, and I just want you to know how much I appreciate that.”

“Y’ don’t have to thank me – I had just as good of a time. You’re really special, Y/N. I’d love to do this again, if you’d let me?”

“Which part?” you laughed, “the dinner part or the after-dinner part?”

“Well, honestly, preferably both.” You were both laughing now, his stomach muscles tensing under your hand. 

“I think I’d be okay with that,” you agreed, knowing deep down you’d probably beg on your hands and knees for him to let you see him again.

“Thank you, baby. Now get some sleep.” He pressed another kiss to your hair and pulled you tighter to his chest, his other hand ensuring the blankets were tucked snugly around your shoulders before he allowed his body to sink back against the pillows. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Harry.” You drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a certain brown-haired boy that you knew wouldn’t be leaving your mind anytime soon.

[steveseddie]

when the clock strikes twelve

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles “midnight” & @steddiebingo 12 days of christmas mini event “carol” | rated: t | wc: 1000 | tags: different first meeting, post season 2, new year’s kiss

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It’s five minutes to midnight when Steve steps into the bathroom at Tina’s house.

If he’d known that coming to her New Year’s Eve party would mean welcoming the new year alone in the same bathroom where his girlfriend called their relationship bullshit, Steve would’ve stayed home.

“If it isn’t the King of Hawkins,” a voice says, startling Steve and making him turn around, his heart hammering in his chest. But it’s not a demodog or fucking Billy Hargrove, just Eddie Munson sitting on the sink with his legs swinging back and forth.

“Munson.”

“Welcome to my office, Your Highness,” Eddie says with a dorky salute.

Steve glances around them. “Your office?”

“This is where I do business, you see,” he says, flipping the lid of his metal lunchbox. “Isn’t that why you’re here?”

Steve hangs a hand from his neck. “No, uh, I’m hiding from someone.”

Eddie perks up with interest. “Who?”

“Carol Perkins.”

“Your buddy Tommy’s girl?”

Steve’s nose wrinkles. “He’s not my buddy anymore and she’s not his girl either. And for some reason Carol thinks the best way to get back at him for being a dick is to kiss me at midnight.”

“And you don’t want that?” Steve shakes his head. “Thought you and Wheeler were done– or are you not over her yet? Don’t worry, big boy. There’s still time for that New Year’s resolution.”

“Shut up,” Steve says, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “It’s not about Nancy, I just don’t want to kiss the first girl who throws herself at me, you know?”

“I do not, Your Majesty,” Eddie says with an amused snort. “I’ve never participated in such activities.”

Steve tilts his head in question. “Kissing someone on New Year’s?”

Eddie looks away, nervously playing with a rip on his jeans. “Or you know, ever.”

He can’t see the way Steve’s eyebrows shoot up but he probably hears the surprise in his voice when he asks, “You’ve never kissed anyone?”

Eddie purses his lips. They’re nice lips, Steve observes. It’s a shame no one has kissed them. “No, Harrington. Go ahead and laugh it up,” he says, his voice clipped.

“I’m not laughing! I’m just–” Confused that someone as hot as you hasn’t kissed anyone. Steve clears his throat, his blush getting worse with that thought even if Eddie can’t read his mind. “I mean. Why haven’t you?”

Eddie scoffs. “People aren’t exactly lining up to kiss the town’s freak,” he says. Then hesitates before he adds, “Specifically guys.”

So the rumors about Munson are true. “Oh.”

The confession makes Steve blush, despite Eddie being the one who admitted something. He doesn’t know what to say. He’s afraid he’ll open his mouth and something stupid will come out. Something like– ‘I’m here! I’m a guy!’

So he stays silent, which makes Eddie wary.

“That’s it? You’re not gonna run? Call me names? Punch me?”

Steve can see that his shoulders are tense, his knuckles white where they’re gripping the sink tightly. It’s like he’s getting ready to run in case Steve reacts badly.

But running away or punching Eddie couldn’t be further away from what Steve wants to do right now.

“No, I–”

“Ten seconds to midnight!” Someone yells downstairs.

“I– I want to do something else,” Steve admits, his voice wavering slightly. He hesitantly steps closer to Eddie, who narrows his eyes.

“What?”

“Five seconds!” The same voice yells and the crowd joins the countdown.

“Four!”

Steve stands directly between Eddie’s legs.

“Three!”

He puts his hands on Eddie’s waist.

“Two!”

Steve raises his eyebrows in a silent question– is this okay?

“One!”

Eddie gives a tiny nod.

And then Steve swoops in, pressing his lips against Eddie’s as the crowd downstairs cheers and Eddie’s watch starts beeping.

Somewhere in the distance, fireworks go off but Steve could swear he can feel them inside him when Eddie kisses back, looping his arms around his neck.

Steve tilts his head, determined to give Eddie a good first kiss. He licks softly at his bottom lip, making him gasp. Then he kisses him a little harder, softly touching Eddie’s tongue with his, feeling the way he shudders.

He knows this is probably longer than the usual New Year’s kiss but Steve doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to stop. And apparently neither does Eddie, who pulls Steve closer and drags his teeth across his bottom lip.

It’s only when they need to breathe that they break apart.

Eddie’s eyes stay closed longer and only flutter open when Steve cups his neck and strokes an idle thumb against his jaw.

He decides that dazed and kiss-drunk are a good look on him.

“Happy New Year,” he says with a lopsided grin.

Eddie snorts amusedly. “Yeah, Happy New Year.”

The noise downstairs starts to die down. People are probably going back to drinking and dancing, maybe even leaving. He could easily slip out without running into Carol, but he doesn’t want to, not unless–

“Hey, uh, do you wanna get out of here?” Steve blurts out.

Eddie blinks. “Me?”

He can’t help but roll his eyes. “No, the other guy I just made out with in the bathroom.”

“And here I thought I was special,” Eddie says with pouty lips– fuck, Steve wants to kiss them again.

So he does. Just a quick press of lips.

When he pulls back, he places another small kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth.

“Say yes,” he says before doing the same on the other side. “And I’ll show you special.”

Steve hears the way Eddie’s breath hitches and feels a smirk teasing at his lips.

Only for it to be wiped away by Eddie grabbing him by his neck and pulling him in for more than a press of lips.

Damn, he’s a fast learner.

“Yes,” Eddie says once he pulls back, giving him a shit-eating grin.

Steve sends a silent ‘thank you’ to Carol Perkins before reaching for Eddie’s hand to drag him out of there.

[menteycorazoncito]

Through the Night - Arthur Leclerc

ᥫ᭡: pairing: Arthur Leclerc x reader

ᥫ᭡: warnings: uses of cherie, mon amour and baby.

ᥫ᭡: a/n: last fic of the year guys. ending it with some arthur comfort. based on this request

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Your voice cracked over the phone “I can’t do this anymore, Arthur” 

Arthur’s heart ached at your self-loathing. He knew that you have been struggling lately with balancing your life, but hearing you like this suffocated him. 

“Where are you?” he asked, he needed to see you. 

He was met with silence for a while. “At the park,” you sniffled.

“Stay where you are, mon amour.” he told you. 

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He immediately grabbed his jacket and left in no time, not even considering the fact that it was freezing or late. The cold weather bit at his face as he sprinted through the busy streets to find you. Despite the busyness of the city, the park was questionably empty. No one else was there apart from you at that hour. But that was the reason why you went there in the first place. 

The closer Arthur got to you, the slower his pace until he was in front of you “y/n?” he called, out of breath.

“Why are you here?” you ask, avoiding his gaze. You couldn’t face him. Not like this, like a mess. 

He crouched down in front of you to meet your gaze, his hands resting on your knees. “Because I care, baby.”

Your eyes red from the litres of tears you’d cried in the past couple of hours. “It’s not worth it, Arthur. No matter how much I try to get myself together, for myself, for my family, for you, I fail. I can’t figure it out. I’m just too… broken. You deserve someone much better Arthur, someone who is not-“

“Hey, hey, cherie” Arthur interrupted you. He lifts a hand from your knee to cup your cheek. “I don’t care how broken you think you are. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your vulnerability was fully displayed as you cried even more at his words. Tears pouring like a waterfall. 

He got up to sit next to you on the bench, as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Only I get to decide what I deserve, and I want you. I choose you, I always will.”

His words manage to calm you down a bit, the realisation that you weren’t entirely alone after all settling in. For the first time that night you managed to let yourself relax (at least as much as you could). Yet despite this, the doubts still lingered. “What if I disappoint you?”

“You aren’t a disappointment. Not to me, not to any one. I am proud of you.” he whispered softly in your hair. 

You allowed yourself to lean into embrace, letting his words sink in as you buried your head into his neck looking for warmth. Arthur notices, and takes off his jacket, handing it to you. “You must be cold. Who knows how long you have been here.”

Too tired to protest, you let him wrap his jacket around you. The warmth of it immediately engulfing you adding to the comfort of Arthur’s arms. The two of you sat silence for a while, neither wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere. 

But when you start to drift off on Arthur’s shoulder, exhausted from crying, he pulled away from the hug a bit to look at you. 

“Let’s go home, yeah? You need to rest.” he said, slowly helping you up.

You made your way home, hand in hand under the moonlight. The night had been hard, but with Arthur by your side, better days didn’t seem so far away.

[bitstitchbitch]

*spoilers for the dragon prince seasons 1-7 ahead*

okay, but in runaan’s pov (and forgive me if I get anything wrong here),

he goes off to kill a king and prince and… brings his daughter along. His daughter gives them away so he makes her stay behind (probably to save her life tbh) but she goes anyway and tries to convince him it’s a big mistake while protecting the adopted son of the king he’s there to kill. So then Runaan fights his own daughter but she gets away with the adopted son.

So, runaan goes back to his job and kills the king, and the only weird thing is that the king kind of squawked at him in the end? People do strange things when they are about to die though so he doesn’t think too much of it. but because his daughter betrayed them he gets captured and then trapped in a coin by an evil mage. And he gets stuck in an in-between state of unfinished business for two years before his daughter comes and saves him.

and when he’s finally free, the adopted son of the king he killed is there, and also dating his daughter? And he can’t be mad about it because the adopted son is a mage (but somehow not a dark mage despite being human) and helped his daughter save him.

So while runaan is healing up, he has to watch his daughter date this ridiculous human (who actually doesn’t show much of a grudge towards runaan for murdering the king). But soon enough the boy goes to help his brother - who runaan was also supposed to kill.

and at this point, runaan just wants to go back to his lover, but when he’s finally well enough to travel, his daughter is like “actually I’m very sorry but we have to go back to the place where you were captured and trapped in a magic coin because I promised”

so runaan goes only to be yelled at by the prince, now king, that he failed to murder and is arrested for murdering the original king because unlike adopted son this son is very angry. A few days later, his daughter saves him with the eventual help of the adopted son / annoying human with the nerve to date his daughter. But it’s fine, he finally gets back to his lover. It’s a bit of a process to get his daughter unbanished, but after that everything should go back to how it was

except because adopted son went against his king brother to help runaan escape, he is now hanging around and make inane comments about how pretty the silver grove is and making out with runaan’s daughter. And, apparently, planning on having ten kids with said daughter. Yuck

but after only two weeks of the boy’s interloping, suddenly they find out that the world is at risk of ending. And now runaan is going on a road trip with the adopted son of man he murdered / potential son-in-law only to find that the person they were searching for is already murdered and then runaan has to save the boy’s life from an evil mage (different one, btw)

and then once the evil mage leaves, the boy (who runaan has really only known for a few weeks) declares his intent to commit dark magic to trap the evil elf trying to destroy the world, but makes runaan promise to assassinate him as soon as he does dark magic so that the evil elf can’t control him. Runaan agrees to this despite probably knowing that it would break his daughter’s heart

so they go back and the adopted son is standing there ready to cast the spell and runaan is standing there ready to shoot him when Runaan gets attacked by the dark mage and thrown to the ground. Thankfully things still work out and the people who runaan care about (including the adopted son, who unfortunately wasn’t spared from using dark magic but isn’t at risk of being controlled anymore) make it out alive

so anyways, after things calm down and wanting to clear his name, runaan goes to the young king and submits to his justice. The young king forgives him, with difficulty, then asks a reasonable question. “Did my father have any last words?”

and runaan has to tell this young, twelve year old king that the last sound his father made was a squawk. Only this seems to have real significance for the people in the room and now there’s a very real chance that the person you assassinated isn’t actually dead but, somehow, swapped bodies with a… bird???

but we don’t actually know because the next season isn’t renewed.

anyways, runaan had a rough time of it

[animalsalvationassociation]

Calling all Octo-Agents!

Yes! You! Please read till the end, and if you don't have the patience/energy for it rn, come back later! It'll be worth it I promise!

So the holidays are now pretty much over, (except for New Years ofc, but I digress.) meaning I've been looking for new ways to improve my Au. You see, it's come to my attention that I'm not as organized or as thorough as I thought I was.

I've created a lot of lore/characters for this Au, but not very many people really know what's going on anymore. Even I get lost, and it's been a little frustrating ngl. So, seeing as this blog is officially over a year old, I think it's time to "fix" my mistakes and take a new approach.

Ya'll might've noticed that I've been slowing down on content. I haven't been spending as much time on my art, meaning the quality (well I wouldn't say it's gotten worse) hasn't been as strong as some others I've created in the past.

(Don't get me wrong, I'm not making a resolution for the new year, that's dumb and we all know those never last.)

So here's what I'm promising instead since this clearly is the only thing I'm allowed to work on at the moment (not saying I don't have other projects, but if I want to actually publish this story at any point I'm going to have to spend as much time as I can on it, meaning I have to make some sacrifices - RIP my FNaf's & Undertale fanfics)

1. Full Character Redesigns

Taking all the core characters (The Octonauts / Octo-Agents / Y.N. & Fae / The A.S.A. / C.L.A.D.E. / etc.) and giving them a full reference sheet with details, headcanons, and an updated design.

Creating family/relationship tree for those characters (parents/siblings/love interests/etc.)

Family/Team “Photos”

Crossovers (I will still be doing multiple crossovers and soon they will get their very own redesigns!)

2. Updating the Master Post

3. Updating the “Pinned” Blog Post

For reference this will no longer be the current top post with all of the A.S.A. members, but a poster I will create for the fanfic to make the blog appear cleaner. (I won’t delete that post I’m just going to unpin it since the designs are old and not as useful as they used to be)

4. Asks will open January 1st, but I will not start answering any asks before February 1st!

That is so I can properly prepare and reevaluate the blog’s content so there is more information available to anyone who wants to ask questions for the Octonauts/Octo-Agents.

5. A.S.A.’s Rating & Genre (Fanfic)

This story will now be classified as Cryptozoological Fiction, with partial Horror / Science Fiction & will be drawing straight from Folklore & Mythology. (For “Sci-Fi” don’t think space/aliens, think Cryptids in a scientifically evolved world.)

The rating is now PG-14

(Poll Results)

6. Fanfiction

This is really for the fanfiction itself. I’m still trying to figure out how to go about this. As of this current moment I have 1, maybe 2 chapters written out, and soon I hope to have more. However I am my own editor/beta reader, so it might not be as polished as I’d like to be, but I’m just going to have to accept that.

Unless I can find a bunch of people who can do that stuff for me, for fun, that’s the state this story will be in. You’ll have to have patient with me, I’m using all the tools I have at my disposal (Grammarly, Google Docs, LibreOffice, etc.) but I am a human with heavy ADHD and reading/comprehension disabilities, so please be kind.

7. Weekly Posts

I will still be posting weekly, just not on Tuesdays. I realize it’s only been stressing me out to post on that day every week and so I’ve been abusing my attempts at a proper sleep schedule because of it. I still work a very busy retail job and will have to get a secondary job sometime soon, so unfortunately you’ll just have to add me to your notifications if you want to know when I’ve posted.

8. The Future . . .

This one is for anyone who’s gotten this far. I want you to know that the Octonauts still mean so much to me. Even if we aren’t getting updates anymore, the community is still somewhat alive even if it's only a few of us. Maybe one day we’ll get our kickstart, but for now I will continue making content until I’m satisfied with the story and it’s ending. If I stray every now and then, that’s just because I have the attention span of a goldfish with a million hobbies and fandoms that constantly need attention. I love you guys and I promise to do my very best to make my mark on the internet, even if it’s for a silly kids show about talking/walking/nerdy animals who save fish every day.

9. January's Posting Plan

Week 1: Finishing the Octonaut's Headcanons

Week 2: My Christmas gift to the Community

Week 3: Silly Y/N & Fae Content (No it doesn't make sense, deal with it)

Week 4: Screencap Redraw

Week 5: Starting Redesigns

If you made it this far . . . here's a cookie and the secret formula.

🍪🍾

[hetalianskywalker]

Waiting

Pairing: Gil-galad x fem elf reader

Summary: I listened to “Would You Fall in Love with Me Again” from Epic the musical and went I need Gil-galad to say Penelope’s lines in Valinor.

Authors Note: I would be willing to write a version based on the whole song, but I couldn’t think of an equivalent for the marriage bed question that Gil-galad could ask the reader. So if anyone wants more, feel free to help me brainstorm. This is also my first time writing for this fandom even though I love Lotr and RoP so sorry if it’s rough.

Warnings: fluff. Spoilers for the end of his story line from The Silmarillion and other middle earth works, but based off his characterization in RoP. Referenced passed death. Kissing. Very self indulgent.

Music:

Word Count: 861

“Only my wife knew that.” Gil-galad uses that soft relaxed smile he saved for only those closest to him. His palm rests gently on the side of your face; his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. You relish in the sensation of the warmth of his hand mixed with the chill of his many rings on your skin; something you hadn’t even realized you missed. “So I guess that makes her you.”

Suddenly you're not in Valinor anymore, standing in the gardens of the Noldor palace in Tirion; you’re back in Lindon long ago. When the cities were bustling with elves and peace felt like it would last forever. Before Sauron had returned and it all went to hell. When it became so much harder to wash away your husband’s worry for just a moment. Before Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor and your husband, died.

The you of the early second age sneaks out into the surrounding forest at night for a moment of peace and quiet with your husband. You playfully half drag him along by the hand beneath the starlit sky and tree branches; his shoulders shake with silent laughter as he indulges you. You both know Elrond will say something along with giving one of his half teasing judgmental expressions in the morning, but you both decide to cross that bridge when you get there.

You feel like a completely different person now. There is hatred and pride intertwined in your feelings about that. But right now you feel so much lighter than you have at any point in the over three thousand years of being apart from Gil-galad. Maybe, you are still that lovestruck elven queen somehow.

He’s really here; I’m really here. Those thoughts and realizations continue to spiral through your mind and soul. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you watch his glossy eyes hold you in the moonlight.

“I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine.” The whisper slices into your very being: warm, desperate, and full of the same longing you had felt for him across the sea. He had stared east just as much as you had stared west. Waiting.

His forehead leans against yours as his hands move to your shoulders; he gives a soft squeeze, reassuring himself you are really there. Gil-galad takes a shaky breath and you notice yours is the same. His eyes close and you can’t help but smile as tears trickle down your face. You know that expression all too well: that look of concentration when he was praying he’s going to say the right words. You had so deeply missed seeing these little things.

“Don't tell me you're not the same person.” Your husband begs in the smallest voice you have ever heard him use. Your hands move to cup his face, unsure of how to give him comfort after so long apart, but needing to try. He leans into your touch as he opens his eyes again; a couple tears escape.

“You're always my wife and I've been waiting…” His voice is stronger now, summoning the High King you had followed into battle on more than one occasion and would do so still, but you are thankful to never have to again.

Gil-galad lets that word hang in the air between you for a long time. It carries so much weight and far too much sorrow. He swallows and you smile fondly up at him. He basks in the joy of you not pushing him to be faster in conversation; you always cared enough to wait for his genuine thoughts, not just what the king’s word was to mitigate the next disaster.

“Waiting…” He tries again, scarcely believing said wait is finally over. You are finally here with him.

“Ereinion.” The encouragement makes him grin as you wipe away a few more of his tears. The love you expressed in the singular use of one of his birth names makes him smile and his heart feels full, complete.

“For you.” You both linger in that moment, wanting it to end and never end at the same time. Your eyes flicker to his mouth and back to his eyes. You begin to slowly pull him toward you, but his mouth surges for yours before either of you can really process it. It’s warm, messy, and real. When you finally pull apart, his arms have wrapped tightly around you and your hands cling to his robes.

The wait is over. Finally.

“How long has it been?” His voice brings your thoughts back in order. You give a soft chuckle as you both pant, knowing you both know the answer already.

“Three thousand. One hundred. And forty one years.” The sorrow lingers in every word even as you hold on to one another for dear life. You had been on one of the last ships to leave for the undying lands, but there isn’t time to regret that now. What’s done is done and you are together now.

“I love you.” Your two voices say as one.

[kpopflowerfield]

Afterthought | jwy

ღ pairing: ex bf! wooyoung x gn! reader

ღ word count: 1.6k

ღ genre: angst

ღ rating: nc-17

ღ warnings: mentions of drinking, cursing, brief description of toxic relationship, Woo does insult reader (“fucking crazy”)

ღ networks: @cromernet @illusionnet @k-vanity

ღ authors note: I’m sorry if this is ass and short. For some reason I could not come up with ANYTHING I wanted to write for this song… I think I restarted this like 5 times and this is the only one I finished

ღ summary: you and wooyoung are in a dysfunctional relationship. there’s no way to beat around the bush about it. Both of you still had so much heartbreak but still had love as well. It was hard for him to just leave it in the past

↠ check out the rest of the tracklist here! ↞

You stood up as you heard the solid noise of the door shutting and quickly walked over. Wooyoung rubbed his face as he turned to see you. “What?” He spat. “Where the fuck were you?” You grumbled as he scoffed, brushing by you to walk to your bedroom. “Seriously Wooyoung?!” You called out, raising your voice as you stared at him in frustration. “You’re fucking crazy, I can’t just go out?” He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t call me crazy, are you just so fucking drunk you don’t hear the words coming out of your mouth?!” You couldn’t help but yell as he rolled his eyes. You didn’t have to get close to him to smell the liquor. “Just tell me where you were,” You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. Getting angry was getting nowhere and he was just going to keep shutting down more as you got upset.

“I was with friends,” He shrugged, calming down himself. “But where…?” You questioned, silence filled the room as he kept quiet. You were trying to keep calm, not letting your irritation and anger show, and just ask nicely but he made it impossible. “God you’re fucking unbearable,” He groaned. You pressed your lips together, trying to ignore the sting from his words.

“Wooyoung come on…I’m not accusing you of anything,” You were almost seething, looking at him frustrated as you questioned where he was before he came home. “I can’t do it anymore,” He mumbled and rubbed his face. “What did you say?” You questioned as you didn’t hear him. “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” He looked over at you. Your face dropped. “Is this for real this time?” Your question almost seemed like a taunt.

Wooyoung always got upset, it wouldn’t have been his first time telling you he couldn’t do it anymore. Usually he was cussing you out and telling you that you were crazy, but the way he just told you he couldn’t do it anymore was different than the other times. He seemed serious and not angry. “Yes, it’s real this time,” He sighed.

You tried to swallow, feeling as if a rock was stuck in your throat. Your face started to burn up as you held back tears. “I’m sorry, I really am. I just can’t do this anymore. We can’t work,” He fixed his hair and looked at you. You fell silent, it was a first for both of you. You just couldn’t figure out the words you needed to say. “Are you okay?” You nodded reluctantly, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry for the way I am,” You whispered as he quickly moved to console you.

“Hey, don’t say that, It’s going to be okay. I promise, we just don’t work well together,” He crouched down so he could see your face. You wiped your tears, hoping he didn’t see them as you cleared your throat. “I know. You say it’s not my fault but it absolutely is. I wasn’t fair to you and let my last relationship get in my head. I should’ve taken a break from dating.” You rambled.

He listened to each word, he could only disagree with you blaming yourself. He wasn’t the best boyfriend, always going out without telling you where he was going, turning off his location which denied you peace of mind, not responding for hours and when you questioned him all he would do was cuss you out and gaslight you. Making you feel like you were crazy and overthinking. He knew what he was doing but didn’t fess up to it.

It took him until that moment where you asked if he was serious about breaking up with you for him to realize he needed to stop both of you where you were. Not wanting to damage you anymore when you should’ve been healing from your previous relationship. He knew he was wrong, but he didn’t want to admit it either.

“Go home,” You spoke up, interrupting his thoughts. “Are you sure?” His voice was soft and gentle. The way it sounded felt like lying on fresh laundry. “I’m sure, just have a better night. I don’t want you dealing with me,” You exhaled. “I don’t mind being here, I do still love you,” He looked at you, staring into your eyes almost checking to see if you understood him. “I love you too, Wooyoung,” He smiled softly at your response.

“I’ll go now, I’ll text you later. I do want to check on you,” He walked towards the door as you nodded. You weren’t against hearing from him but didn’t want him to see you as a charity case or a problem he had to follow up on constantly. “I’ll be fine,” You let out softly as you watched him walk out.

You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest. Maybe it was for the best that you ended, you suddenly felt like you could breathe but you could also feel the way your heart felt crushed. Losing him wasn’t something you were expecting. He was always there. You had your moments and the bad seemed to outweigh the better ones but still, you did love each other.

You took some time, letting yourself heal for real this time. The more you thought about it the more you felt bad for Wooyoung and how you treated him. He wasn’t that bad, obviously the gaslighting on his part was awful and part of the toxicity but he still was always gentle with you and even when you were being difficult he did what you were asking.

Wooyoung: I’m just checking in. I love you, I really hope you’re okay.

You looked at the message and sighed, he really was going to follow up. You expected it in the first month but now that three months passed you weren’t expecting to hear from him again. Even if you acted like it was a nuisance, you wanted to hear from him. You scrolled through the messages.

10/17

Wooyoung: How are you? I just got my first tattoo

Wooyoung: [1 attachment]

Wooyoung: I hope you’re okay, I really want to hear from you.

Y/N: I’m fine.

11/1

Wooyoung: Me again!!

Wooyoung: I finally pulled the trigger, going to become an idol, I miss you!! How are you?

Y/N: I’m fine.

11/30

Wooyoung: Life has been stressful and I hope you’re okay. None of the “I’m fine.” Stuff, actually talk to me

Y/N: I’m fine.

12/24

Wooyoung: I’m thinking of you today. I miss our days of movies and cuddles and giving you presents. I loved seeing your reactions. How are you today? Spending time with family?

Y/N: Just fine today. Yup.

That caught you up to today’s messages. You were so short with him, your intentions weren’t to be rude but today you felt more like reading his messages than having conversation that never happens. You didn’t want to actually tell him, it would become a whole thing and you’d feel bad upsetting him. Especially since he clearly feels guilty that he broke up with you.

Y/N: I’m doing just fine, Woo. How are things?

You sent your message and stared at the wall. It wouldn’t hurt to actually talk if you were too nervous to tell him you didn’t want to hear from him again.

Wooyoung: An actual response? I’m surprised. I’m doing well, spending the holidays with my family. Are you doing the same?

Y/N: Yeah, how’s the whole idol thing doing?

Wooyoung: Eh, still a trainee. Going to take a while. What are you up to? I hope not just staying at home with nothing to do.

You read his words and sighed. It was wrong to lie, you should be honest. You knew you had to be but you couldn’t. You felt too embarrassed to admit to him that there was nothing going on for you. Just an endless loop of getting up, going to work and coming home to go back to bed-rotting. You tried to pick up journaling or reading as something to do for part of your healing process but you couldn’t stick with it.

You couldn’t think of how to put your thoughts and feelings onto a piece of paper and it would only be harder if you were trying to find the words to say to him. You kept starting a message and deleting it, you stared for a moment, not knowing what to do. How do you tell him you like to hear from but you really just don’t feel up for conversation and that you hated how when he reached out it was quick because he stopped prying.

How could you even tell him that your eyes light up seeing his name on the screen but a small, infinitesimal part of you never wanted to see it again. You stared at his message, your brain scrambling for something to type but you were coming up blank.

Wooyoung stared at his screen, seeing you read his message and there was nothing else. He sighed, closing his phone for the night. He was too hopeful to think you’d actually talk to each other. It was hard for him to put into words, he never regretted you. He never held anything against you, he only was reaching out to make sure you were okay. He knew it wasn’t exactly him but he also didn’t help with you trying to heal.

He thought, debating what he should do before he quickly turned his phone off. He put his phone away and swore to himself that he would no longer message you. He wasn’t helping any, he figured stopping his messages now would leave both of you with the happy thoughts of each other. Just as afterthoughts of what you once were.

[labyrinthofsphinx]

https://labyrinthofsphinx.tumblr.com/post/760078820972937216/theoretically-if-vox-ever-died-would-alastor-eat

Shoot, another question popped in my head (Same anon that’s been rereading all the posts). In this ask, Vox pauses when he’s mentioning the fact that a dead person can’t say no anymore, and also is pretty focused on the ‘who cares what a body wants’ part. Did he pause because he was thinking of that in regards to Alastor, something that happened to him, something that happened to somebody he cares about, or just because he’s considerate of the wishes of dead people??? Considering the fact that he does actively cook, uh, ‘dinner’ for Alastor sometimes, I feel like it would be one of the former. Or was it nothing and I’m reading too much into it? 😅

Ooooh, you get a gold star, Anon! Nice catch! I guess a bit more convo on this, though, as a note, this is going to go into Vox's mindset about consent, in a sense:

So, you're very much on the right trail. Vox is very, very concerned with personal agency, specifically in his own ability to decide things. It's not so much a control issue, like it is with Alastor, as it is just Vox believing that after everything he's accomplished and all the things he's had to do to get where he is...he's entitled to get a say on things.

He's done a lot to get where he is and, as he said himself, murder is among the more 'mundane' things that kept him climbing that ladder. He's worked hard, brushed elbows with the right people, stole, blackmailed, lied, and fought tooth and nail to get to the top of his pyramid....and in a sense, he still has to do what other people say and expect. He still has to 'act the part'. For example, sleeping around with people that he, honestly, doesn't care about to maintain his very 'masculine' image. It's his 'choice' to do it, but only because, if he wants to keep that throne of his, he almost has to. Lacking that broader choice drives him up the wall, not that he ever seems to show it. We're going to go into this more later.

With Alastor very specifically...things get a little dicey with regard to this. Because, here's the thing, Vox really doesn't have many rules at all with Al. Things run by Al's comfort levels mostly. So if Alastor wants to do something, especially if it makes him happy....Vox is probably going to let him do it. Hence the cannibalism. Vox honestly, truly, hates it. He hates the pain, how gross it is, and how it reminds him of things he'd really rather forget (like Tac tormenting him as a child). But he puts up with it because Alastor loves it. He places a lot of trust with Alastor when he lets Al bite him, not that Alastor ever sees that. And, to Vox, it's still 'his choice' in his mind. He can always tell Alastor, 'no' (not that he ever has before).

The body question was...very uncomfortable for him because, in a roundabout way, Alastor all but said he would do what he wanted regardless of what Vox thought because 'he's just a body at that point'. He may spend his days all but selling himself, the image and the fantasy of himself, to the masses, but it's another thing entirely to be made into a 'thing', a 'commodity', by his partner. He can mostly drown out those thoughts by just thinking about it from Alastor's perspective, that he knows Alastor is only thinking with cold, hard logic, not emotion. That, and he knows Alastor almost can't put himself in someone else's shoes. From that angle, he gets what Alastor meant to say, which lessens the blow a bit: All that was Vox is dead, the body by itself is not Vox.

...but there is that little part in him that is going to be stuck on it. That everybody always 'wants' something from him. Apparently, even Alastor 'wants' something...just not in the usual way people 'want' bodies. It's also pretty potent because Vox always waits for Alastor's explicit consent on things, hence his own answer on the question of doing whatever Al had asked for.

In a way, Alastor assumes he basically always has Vox's consent unless told, and Vox always assumes he doesn't have Al's consent unless told.

We're going to see more of how this plays into the dynamic down the line.

Anywho, thanks for the ask! And good on you for spotting that!

[deeplyshalllow]

Hi!

I absolutely loved your analysis on the Fiyeraba train scene and I had some thoughts and questions to expand upon the discussion if that's alright.

What do you make of the scene where Nessa notices Boq's crush on Glinda and she hastily runs away? Because now with the deleted scene not being canon, I wondered whether there's a different route Boq and Nessa's storyline in For Good.

Also, I think Glinda and how she now feels about Fiyero is nuanced in the conversation between Elphaba and her after he leaves ("I don't think he's perfect anymore, and I still want him"). What do you think of Glinda's headspace during that conversation? Also, do you think it's a good change that Elphaba invited Glinda to come with her not out of guilt regarding Fiyero but because she genuinely wanted Glinda's dream to come true as well? Because "guilt" is also present in the script when Elphaba invites Glinda.

One last point - I noticed that in the stage version, Fiyero would play along and take Glinda by the hand when he would walk over to Elphaba, but here JB's Fiyero isn't playing along with being with Glinda, he's more distant and aloof. What did you make of this change? It makes Fiyero a little less douchy because in the stage version, he's actively using his relationship with Glinda as a cover for exploring his feelings for Elphaba while here he's slowly separating from Glinda and it's becoming more apparent to Glinda that something is going on between Elphaba and Fiyero.

Anyway, can't wait for your Fiyeraba predictions and other content!! 😃

following on from this essay

Firstly, I’m glad you enjoyed the analysis and yes you are always welcome to ask me more, analysing Wicked is my favourite thing to do right now lol.

“What do you make of the scene where Nessa notices Boq's crush on Glinda and she hastily runs away? Because now with the deleted scene not being canon, I wondered whether there's a different route Boq and Nessa's storyline in For Good.”

I’m honestly really, really nervous about the Boq and Nessa storyline in Part 2. I don’t really feel like there’s been enough focus on them in act 1 for us to either 1) see it as plausible for Nessa to turn out the way she does and 2) see exactly why Elphaba is so hurt by both of them being against her. 1) might be solved by the promised change of focus of Wicked Witch on the East on something other than her disability but 2) is really frustrating, because the screenplay reveals we had all the scenes we needed to show the Shiz gang becoming friends, they were just cut.

At the moment, with Boq and Nessa scenes, including this one, it feels like they’re doing the bare minimum to make it make surface level sense to the audience, but not enough for us to really care. So like, I guess I’m glad we got what we got, but I wish there was more. I do feel that Wicked is an ensemble show and perhaps the focus on the Gelphie friendship, while it has been great, has drawn away from other stuff (I just really want a director’s cut). Hopefully we’ll get to see the cut flashback somewhere in Part 2!

Also, I think Glinda and how she now feels about Fiyero is nuanced in the conversation between Elphaba and her after he leaves ("I don't think he's perfect anymore, and I still want him"). What do you think of Glinda's headspace during that conversation?

Yeah, I’ve had another reply about that in the comments of my Train Station essay and I think you’re right. It is more nuanced than just loving him less now he’s perfect. I guess, Glinda kind of always has had a plan in life, she’s going to get famous and be a great sorceress, marry a handsome prince, and live happily ever after! And her path there is starting to very slightly slip off track here – firstly it’s been changed to fit Elphaba in, and now Fiyero – who seemed perfect but now isn’t quite playing his part. I don’t think she necessarily dislikes him becoming different but it’s this push and pull between what she *thinks* her life should be and what it is becoming, and how this image contradicts with her real feelings (we even hear couldn’t be happier in the background, which is entirely this concept). So I guess it’s some degree of trying to get her life back on track, which we see expanded on a lot more in the Thank Goodness scene.

Also, do you think it's a good change that Elphaba invited Glinda to come with her not out of guilt regarding Fiyero but because she genuinely wanted Glinda's dream to come true as well? Because "guilt" is also present in the script when Elphaba invites Glinda.

Hmm. I think I like it as a change. The idea that they’re going because they value each other as friends – which is cuter and nicer. I’m still a bit undecided on whether I like what appears to be the toning down of the rivalry between Glinda and Elphaba over Fiyero – my instinct says it’s a good thing (it’s not the 00s anymore, we are sort of over love triangles) but I want to wait until part 2 and see how they handle it there to make my final decision.

Saying that I think guilt might have been the initial plan for the movie too. Apparently there’s a cut scene where Elphaba tells Galinda about the Lion Cub, and Galinda is upset that they left her and Elphaba promises her she’ll never abandon her again and that’s why she invites her to join. And thank god they cut that scene, partly because it again cheapens the invite scene, but also because I don’t really think it’s in character for Elphaba, who is a little embarrassed and ashamed about her feelings for Fiyero, to admit they saved the Cub together like that – nor Galinda – who is quite sure about her feelings, to get another clue towards Elphaba and Fiyero’s feelings.

One last point - I noticed that in the stage version, Fiyero would play along and take Glinda by the hand when he would walk over to Elphaba, but here JB's Fiyero isn't playing along with being with Glinda, he's more distant and aloof. What did you make of this change? It makes Fiyero a little less douchy because in the stage version, he's actively using his relationship with Glinda as a cover for exploring his feelings for Elphaba while here he's slowly separating from Glinda and it's becoming more apparent to Glinda that something is going on between Elphaba and Fiyero.

Honestly, I think it’s down to the fact that Jonathan’s Fiyero has basically memorised all he has to say. He’s got nothing at all on his mind except “I need to stop chickening out and tell her this right now, and nothing is going to stop me.” So I don’t think he’s even really thinking about Galinda at all (I think with the way he interrupts her too, he barely even notices she’s speaking). With a lot of the stage Fiyeros, he seems to be thinking of the words to say on the spot and the awkwardness comes from there, with him also having to therefore react to what Galinda says and be very conscious she’s there too and he doesn’t want to say too much. While, given he has planned what he has said in this version, he knows he’s not going to say something that he shouldn’t in front of Glinda

In terms of him taking her by the hand, I just had a quick glance at the Ryan McCartan Slime tutorial to watch the train station scene, and, at least with him, I read it more as “Glinda, come over with me, to see our friend,” rather than him actively using Glinda to pretend he’s only friends because of her? But I imagine that might change depending on Fiyero.

I honestly think quite a lot of the problems with the love triangle in the second act are because Elphaba leaves. Had they stayed at Shiz, the problems might have resolved themselves, with Galinda being mostly gracious when she realised Fiyeraba loved each other more – the Flinda relationship I think is still quite shallow at this stage. And this scene could have just been the first step towards it working. Unfortunately by act 2, Flinda has got very complicated, by the fact that Fiyero and Glinda have clung onto each other by necessity, being the only ones who they can talk to about Elphaba – so Glinda feels very betrayed when Fiyero gives all that up to just run with Elphaba.

[kikyoupdates]

Love Bite ⭑˚🩸⭑ 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒

yandere!vampires x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader

Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.

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It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.  

You let out a quiet sigh and lean your head further back. As always, Xavier is holding you close while he drinks your blood. You can feel his lips gently sucking on the surface of your skin, and there’s the dull discomfort of his fangs being lodged in your neck, but the pain is unmistakably less intense than before. You’re not sure if it’s because you’re starting to become a bit more accustomed to this whole thing, or if Xavier really is making an effort to be as gentle as possible, but either way, it’s far more manageable now. 

He even pulls away from time to time, just to make sure that you’re doing alright.  

“Still okay?” he affirms.  

You nod. “I’m fine, thank you. You can keep going until you’ve taken the usual amount.”  

Xavier pauses for a moment, and he doesn’t smile, not quite, but there’s a subtle warmth that fills his gaze, and for some reason, it puts you at ease.  

Yeah. This is what vampires should be like. That asshole Felix could really take a page out of Xavier’s book.  

You sit there for a while longer, waiting for Xavier to be done. You haven’t been feeling too lightheaded these days, so you figure the supplements you’ve been taking must have helped somewhat. So long as you don’t run into any other clients like Felix, who drink far more blood than the allotted amount, you’ll probably be fine.  

Xavier eventually pulls back for good, making sure to wipe his blood-stained lips with a napkin. You can appreciate how put-together he is, because seeing someone with your blood smeared across their face will never be a pretty sight. Although you suppose that’s another thing you’re slowly getting used to.  

“How are you feeling?” Xavier asks.  

“I’m good,” you reassure. “Don’t worry. If something was off, or if I was feeling unwell, I would make sure to let you know. I’m not reckless with my health.”  

Ha. Okay, that was a bit of a lie, considering you just landed yourself in the hospital not long ago, but in your defense, that wasn’t entirely your fault.  

Xavier seems relieved to know that you’re feeling alright, and normally, this is the part where he would get up to leave, but today, he opts to stay seated for longer.  

After a few moments of silent deliberation, he works up the nerve to ask:  

“Do you have any other clients besides me?”  

The question catches you off guard. For one thing, he doesn’t normally engage you in conversation, other than occasionally checking in to make sure you’re not feeling sick. Unless you’re mistaken, it’s the first time he’s asked you anything remotely resembling a personal question, even if it was simple intrigue on his part.  

Before you can respond, Xavier scrunches his brows together. “Um. Actually, forget what I just said. You don’t need to answer that. Now that I’ve stopped to think about it, it’s not really any of my business, and it was perhaps a bit inappropriate to ask.”  

He looks rather flustered all of a sudden, which amuses you, because he’s normally stoic and poised—almost to a fault.  

Well. In any case, you suppose you have nothing to hide.  

“I did have another client,” you admit. “But I had to drop him because he was making me uncomfortable. So, right now, you’re the only one I’m meeting with.”  

Xavier frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that. This arrangement only works if the client and donor respect one another, so it’s unfortunate that you had to have such an unpleasant experience.” After a brief pause, his eyes widen in concern. “I’m... not making you feel the same way, am I? Because if so, I urge you to be honest with me. The last thing I want is to upset you.”  

“That isn’t the case at all,” you assure him. “I enjoy meeting with you, Xavier. You’ve even gone to the trouble to make sure it doesn’t hurt me so much anymore, and I really appreciate it.”  

Unless you’re imagining it, he looks a bit pleased all of a sudden. Then again, it’s a bit hard to tell with him, since his expression reverts to a neutral state almost immediately.  

With your session having come to an end, he finally stands up to leave, but once again, he doesn’t walk out of the room right away.  

Instead, he glances back at you, looking a touch hesitant.  

“Have... a nice day,” he eventually settles upon. It comes out sounding a bit awkward, because quite frankly, he’s a bit awkward, but it’s the thought that counts, and you can’t help but smile. 

“Thanks!” you beam. “I hope you have a nice day as well.”  

This time, he actually leaves, swapping places with the doctor that comes in to examine you after every session. The doctor pulls the door shut to conduct the examination in private, but right before it closes, Xavier steals one last glance your way.  

You don’t see it, but there’s a smile on his lips. 

“Thanks for agreeing to come with me, [Name]! I’m so glad we finally have the chance to hang out like this.”  

You’re walking down the street with Caleb, having just finished washing dishes for several hours straight. He invited you to go someplace with him after your shifts were over, and usually, you’re so tired that you head straight home, or you book it to your other part-time job depending on what your schedule’s like, but for once, you finally have some free time.  

You wouldn’t normally have taken him up on his offer. Quite frankly, you’re usually way too fucking tired, and you don’t often have the time to spare. But ever since Caleb called you his friend, you’ve been trying to open up to him more. Life is one hell of a shitshow, at least for you, but friends are supposed to make it a bit more bearable. They’re supposed to help you smile and laugh, and find joy in the little things.  

Besides, Caleb is clearly a nice guy. He’s the kind of guy anyone would want as their friend. He’s one of the few good things that ever happened to you, and you’ve decided you’ll do everything you can to keep him around. 

“Thanks for inviting me,” you say, offering a brief smile. “I’m probably not that fun to be around since I just work all the time, but I’ll do my best not to bore you.”  

Caleb blinks repeatedly. “What? There’s no way you could ever bore me! I always have fun when I’m with you. Whenever I find out we have a shift together, I always get super pumped!”  

He flashes you a huge grin for added emphasis, and you giggle, very much amused by his golden retriever-type personality.  

As it turns out, the place Caleb wanted to bring you to is an arcade. You’ve never been anywhere like this before. Even as a child, your parents never took you. Well, you grew up poor, after all, and they were usually either gambling away whatever money they had or spending it on drugs and alcohol. Taking care of their daughter wasn’t exactly at the top of their priority list.  

You suppose there’s no point in lamenting the past, though. There’s no need to waste your time thinking about the selfish assholes who abandoned you, and besides, all that matters is that Caleb brought you here. You’d like to try enjoying the moment as best you can.  

Caleb leads you inside and buys enough tokens for the both of you. He insists that it’s the least he can do, since he’s the one that invited you out, and he reassures you that it isn’t that expensive either. Part of you feels guilty about not contributing, but the other part of you is secretly relieved that he offered to pay.  

He gives you a quick run-down of the place and shows you some of his favorite machines. He must come here pretty often, by the sounds of it. You can sort of understand why, though. The arcade is loud, equipped with colorful, vibrant lights, and everyone is clearly having a great time. You spot friends laughing as they beat each other at the games, parents that are cheering their children on, and even some people that have come alone, but are still enjoying themselves. 

“Look!” Caleb beams. “They have Mario Kart. Do you like Mario Kart?”  

“I’ve never played it before,” you admit.  

“What?! Seriously?”  

His eyes bulge out of his head, as if the very notion of such a thing is beyond his comprehension. You chuckle softly in response. Again, you grew up in poverty and had a remarkably shitty childhood, so... yeah. Video games weren’t really your biggest concern.  

“I’ll teach you how to play,” Caleb offers. He gently grabs your hand and leads you towards the machine. “It’s really simple, but it’s fun. Well, for the most part. It can also get kind of frustrating when people keep spamming shells at you.”  

You bite back a grin. You never expected him to be so passionate about video games. It’s kind of cute.  

To no one’s surprise, you’re not very good at Mario Kart. Or any of the other arcade games, for that matter. Your lack of experience is woefully apparent, and you may as well be an overgrown toddler, with how you keep clumsily mashing buttons all over the place.  

“I kind of suck at this,” you remark aloud.  

Caleb laughs. “It’s okay. People come here to play for fun. No one’s keeping track of how well you’re doing.”  

“But you’ve been winning so many more tickets than me.”  

“Well, that’s because I don’t suck,” he muses, winking at you.  

You huff. What a little show-off. Fine, then. You’ll take him up on his challenge. Practice makes perfect, after all. Besides, with all these different machines, you’re bound to find at least one game that you’re better than him at. Right?  

Wrong.  

“Oh my god!” you fume. “I’m tired of losing! Can't you go a bit easier on me?”  

Caleb clamps a palm over his mouth, clearly stifling the urge to laugh, although he’s not doing a very good job of it. “Th-That wouldn’t be fair to you,” he chuckles. “Would you be satisfied with a win if I just hand it to you?”  

“At this point, yes!”  

He fully laughs out loud this time. Meanwhile, you roll your eyes in frustration. Arcades are fun. They are fun, but still. You never imagined you would suck this bad.  

“Come on,” Caleb gestures. He’s composed himself and is back to smiling gently. “There are still a few machines we haven’t tried yet. Don’t give up hope. I’ve got a good feeling you’ll pull through in the end.” 

You cross your arms and stick up your nose, pretending to snub him. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, it just makes his smile widen, and his cheeks flush a beautifully pink shade. He doesn’t say it so that you don’t think he’s making fun of you, but you’re ridiculously adorable right now.  

You stop in front of a new machine. It’s some type of arcade fighting game, the kind where you have to pull off combos to win. You highly doubt you’ll stand a chance against someone as skilled as Caleb, but maybe you’ll get lucky by button-mashing enough. Or at the very least, you’ll be satisfied with not having him wipe the floor with you.  

But you suppose you’ll never find out, because someone decides to rudely cut in.  

“Move,” a deep, impatient voice mutters. “I was here first.”  

There’s a young man leaning against the side of the machine. You didn’t notice him at first because he was so quiet, but it looks like he also wants to play this game.  

“Oh. Sorry,” you mumble. “Go ahead. We’ll wait until you’re done.”  

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even nod in response. He just positions himself in front of the machine, then reaches down to load a few tokens in.  

But then, Caleb steps in front of him. 

“Come on, man,” he frowns. “We clearly got here before you. You’re just trying to cut ahead. We won’t be long, so can you just let us have this?”  

The man’s eyes narrow. “What the fuck? I was the one who got here first. You were just too blind to notice me.”  

“I don’t think so. It kind of sounds like you’re making things up.”  

“Caleb, it’s fine,” you insist, grabbing him by the hand and trying to pull him away. He’s probably right about the fact that the two of you beat the other guy to it, but arguing with him doesn’t seem worth the hassle.  

Caleb smiles reassuringly. “It’s okay. I’m not trying to pick a fight, but I just think people need to respect others and wait their turn. I promise we won’t take too long. I’ll probably beat [Name] right away.”  

“Hey!” you protest.  

He chuckles and pats your head, to which you ball up your fists and shake them in his face. You’re too immersed in your banter to realize that the other man is dead silent now, and his expression is darkening faster by the second.  

“I’m using this machine,” he mutters. “So, fuck off and get out of my way.” 

Caleb stops patting your head, and just like that, his smile drops. 

He’s glaring now.  

“Dude,” he scowls. “I was trying to be polite here. I don’t know why you’re getting so hostile, but we’re all grown-ups here. Let’s not do this. It’s clear that you’re not going to budge, so fine, you can use the machine first. But for the record, talking to people like that really isn’t cool—”  

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. You can’t even process what’s happening in time. It all happens so fast.  

One second, Caleb is perfectly fine, but when you blink, he’s lying on the ground with a bloody nose.  

The man towers over Caleb’s fallen body. There’s blood on his knuckles, but instead of wiping it off, he brings it to his lips and swipes his tongue over the crimson fluid. You shrink back in horror, and suddenly, it makes sense why he was able to knock Caleb out so easily.  

“Tastes like ass,” the vampire grimaces. “Probably ‘cause of your shit personality. This is the problem with this fucking city. Dumbass humans think they can get away with disrespecting us.”  

The arcade is deathly silent now. Everyone has turned towards the source of the commotion, and rather than calling him out for his act of violence, they all shrink away out of fear. They’re clearly worried that if they so much as breathe wrong, he’ll come after them next.  

And honestly? You can’t blame them.  

Because you’re scared shitless too.  

“Ruined my fucking night,” the vampire hisses. He kicks the machine, and if it wasn’t screwed into the ground, you get the sense that it would have flown backwards and shattered into pieces.  

He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks off. Everyone steps aside in a hurry, desperate to stay out of his way. That was a public assault, and the police will probably have to be called, but the vampire doesn’t seem the slightest bit concerned. Almost as if he’s used to getting away with this kind of thing.  

Your muscles don’t unclench until you’ve affirmed that he’s left the arcade, and the moment he does, you drop to your knees and cry out.  

“Caleb! Are you alright?!”  

It’s rather ironic. Not long ago, he was the one in this position, fretting over your unconscious body when you blacked out at work. It doesn’t look like he’s unconscious, thankfully, but his nose is almost certainly broken, and you can only imagine how much pain he’s in—on top of being incredibly scared.  

“I-I’m fine,” he winces, slowly sitting up. “Shit... I wasn’t expecting... him to hit me.”  

You wrap your arm around his shoulders and swallow nervously. He wouldn’t have gotten hurt if you hadn’t come to the arcade with him. The one time you decide to let loose and do something fun, and it ends like this.  

“Someone needs to call the police,” you insist, addressing the crowd. “What just happened is a serious crime. He broke my friend’s nose!”  

Caleb keeps trying to reassure you that he’s going to be okay, but you’re not having it. Vampires are naturally stronger than humans, which means it’s their responsibility to hold back and exert restraint. They can’t just go around doing shit like this. It’s beyond fucked up.  

And yet, the longer you stare at the crowd, the more you start to realize that something’s not right.  

A man clears his throat. “Uh... you don’t know who that is, do you?”  

“Huh? What are you talking about?”  

“That vampire. He comes here pretty often, and a lot of us regulars know to keep our distance and avoid him.”  

So? What are they trying to say? Just because he’s known for being an asshole doesn’t mean that they should let this slide. If anything, it’s all the more reason to make him own up for what he’s done.  

“He attacked my friend,” you grimace. “For no reason.”  

“Yeah. I know, and it sucks. A lot of my friends have stopped coming to this arcade because of him. Because he’s such a loose cannon. But unfortunately, there’s nothing you can do about it. He’s untouchable.”  

You narrow your eyes, still not understanding what the fuck he’s on about.  

“That’s Kai,” the man finally says. “And... he’s the Police Commissioner’s adopted son.”  

Oh.  

You blink repeatedly.  

Oh.  

"Well, shit,” you mutter.

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[mollywog]

I wish you would write the coach or principal Boggs fic or a everlark as high school teachers fic.

Thank you for the ask @waywardangel-wilds!! Inspired by you and @thesunpersists and this string!

“Want to talk about it?”

Katniss ignores the question, staring out the passenger side window as they drive. She wonders if Vice Principal Boggs would seem this insufferable if he wasn’t married to her mother. Probably not; she’d almost decided she liked him Freshman year, before...

He doesn’t push, just drums his fingers on the steering wheel rhythmically, but out of sync with the music playing softly on the radio; maddening!

“I’m just… stressed - okay?” she snaps.

He stops his drumming, but keeps his eyes forward on the road.

She does the same.

There’s something about the front seat of the car that makes it easier to admit things she wouldn’t otherwise. She suspects Bogg’s knows that: Prick.

“I have a test in Heavensbee’s tomorrow and I can’t keep any of the rebellion dates and what their impacts straight. Why are there so many?!

He harrumphs.

“Meanwhile, I don’t have any idea what’s going on in physics anymore. Prim needs new cleats before her game on Saturday. And Madge’s mom wants me to help her plan some God/awful surprise party, I know she’ll hate.” She’s really on a roll now. “And Peeta’s—”

“Dump him,” Boggs interrupts.

She throws he hands out in exasperation. “Not helpful.”

He shrugs, his lips twitching into an almost imperceptible smile, “just remember it’s always an option.”

She crosses her arms and slumps into her seat. She was going to say - his mom’s a bitch and the only time she can see him outside school is his wrestling meets that she can’t always attend.

“How bout I take Prim and Ben out for cleats and ice cream after dinner and you can have a quiet house for an hour or so?”

She sits up a little.

“For studying,” he says, turning from the road to give a pointed stare.

She rolls her eyes. That’s not what she was thinking. He doesn’t realize what he’s offered her. Before Boggs was in the picture, on a night like this with her mom working, she’d be responsible for cooking dinner, cleaning up, and making sure Prim’s homework got done and that she got off to bed at a decent hour. It would have been 10 till she could study and after all that, she wouldn’t have had time to talk to Peeta at all.

“Focus on History, since the test is tomorrow. You should consider telling your mother about the party; She might be able to talk some sense into Miriam. And I can work on Physics with you this weekend.”

That’s right, he was an engineer in the army before he retired to torture children at the local high school. Katniss glances over at him and realizes he’s waiting for her to respond. Likely expecting her to turn down his offer of help just as she’s done every other time before.

“Fine,” she mumbles and turns to stare back out the passenger window, but not before she sees him smirk: insufferable.

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[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

// You know, I'm worried about Eloise's personality, from her FTEs, I feel like there's something hidden inside her...

// Basically I'm scared Eloise will be the next Kanade Otonokoji.

//I do know what you’re talking about by this point, because I did Eloise’s FTE’s, and yeah. The thing is, I think Eden’s Garden are being managed by a team who is kind of tired of all the classical DR tropes, and doesn’t really want to employ them. At least I hope.

//Eloise is definitely my favourite character in Eden’s Garden right now because of how much POTENTIAL she has as a character to develop, either positively, or negatively.

//Just for the sake of protecting the innocent, since this is still early days, and I talked way longer about this than I thought I would, I’m going to hide the rest of this post under a cut in case I spoil something major. But this is my take on Eloise as a character so far:

//It’s true that Eloise is giving me the vibes of early-game Kanade, since she’s ordinarily pretty meek, but when things get serious, she gets strangely…methodical, and driven.

//However, I think we’re leaning more towards how Mikan acted when she underwent her personality shift instead of Kanade. As things currently stand, I can definitely see Eloise going the route that Mikan SHOULD have gone, and that she eventually snaps when being pushed to her limit by some bully.

//The only issue is I don’t really see who could be her victim in this case. The most likely candidate is Grace, but I do actually think she’s going to get some development after this chapter.

//Because yes, I have made it to the body discovery by now. We haven’t done the trial yet, but we will soon.

//And also, Grace is not NEARLY as bad as Hiyoko was to Mikan. She’s just rough around the edges more than anything, and considering she talks about how the golfing industry is far more cutthroat than it seems, especially for a young woman, then it’s less of her being rude, and more treating everyone like a potential enemy and doubting everyone’s intentions. It’s largely why she punched Damon on sight, stoped everyone from investigating Wolfgang’s room, and demanded her blackmail from Eloise in such a vicious way.

//Speaking of Grace’s issues, based on what I saw in Eloise’s FTE’s, my current line of thinking is that she has something similar. And with the way that Eloise and Grace seem to so subtly parallel each other, I feel it makes a lot more sense.

//Unlike Grace, who clearly has to fight for her life to get to where she is, Eloise got to where she was by LITERALLY not having to lift a finger.

//The other members of Eloise’s fencing club were too scared to face off against her. She explains in FTE 3 that in fencing, forfeiting a match counts as a win for your opponent, so basically, the main reason she became the Ultimate Fencer is because people refused to fight her, and she climbed up the ranks that way. Damon even mentions that he would call her skills into question had it not been for the fact that she'd trained with her teacher.

//And then, in the fourth and final FTE, for now at least, she talks about how her family aren’t especially well off, and that’s kind of where we see the not-so innocent and meek side of her.

//Damon tells Eloise that he makes enough money through winning debate competitions that his parents don't really have to work anymore. Eloise is in a similar position with her fencing, but says her sisters are bratty and come off as ungrateful for the life she's giving them, and she's worried about her mother, having to take care of them.

//Damon immediately asks if her mother has a boyfriend or a girlfriend that can help her out, and phrases it that way because Eloise never mentions anything about having a father before. And as Damon pries, this PISSES HER OFF.

//As far as Eloise’s family situation goes, I have no real comments. At least not yet; because it could be almost anything at this point in time. However, based on Eloise’s nature as it’s been shown so far, I do have two lines of thinking:

//The first is that I think she has some sort of anger problems that she's clearly trying to get help for, but Damon has brought them out. That anger caused her to badly hurt someone in a match before, and because of that, everyone else in her club is scared of her. This why she climbed so high in the ranks, because no one wanted to fight her.

//With that said, as unfortunate as it is, there is also a very real possibility of there being a degree of sadism to her character through her actions. In the investigation segment of this chapter, when Grace blocks the door to Wolfgang’s room and prevents anyone from investigating, Eloise very subtly threatens her, and says that she’ll call Tozu to move her if she doesn’t move herself.

//Knowing full well that Grace especially has just been repeatedly abused by Tozu, and is probably terrified of him, even if she doesn’t show it.

//This method works, and you could always say Eloise was angling for the most effective method, but there’s just something so sinister about the way that her dialogue completely changes tone, and how she speaks very directly about it, instead of beating around the bush, or hesitations like she always does.

//Again, I REALLY don’t want that to be the case, but in the instance that it IS like that, then please Eden’s Garden, at least PORTAY it well!

-Mod

[edensbite]

[marimbles]

i miss carpisuns sometimes </3

[chrissy-kaos]

is there a reason you make exactly the same face in every picture

Great question bro 👍🏻🙄🥱

Gosh..geeez.. idk maybe because it’s my face? Or the way I smile?

So apparently you have a problem with the way I look or the way I smile? Cool noted.. 🙄

That’s a great way to kill somebody’s self-esteem when their trying desperately to get it back

Thanks bro 😔

You’re the real mvp 🤙🏻

[yorkiegregg]

I literally feel like I’ve finally lost it and im so fucking done If im just going to be completely honest