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Star Wars: Exploring the Canon - The Clone Wars Saga Part 1

Originally posted January 4th, 2017

In which we look at the first half of the canonical works set in the Clone Wars: the theatrical film, and the first three seasons of the TV show.

This review is part of a series of pieces on the entirety of the Star Wars canon. See them all here!

To preface this article, I want to try and point out the absurdity of following an article written about two films and a comic mini-series with an article written about six seasons of television, a comic mini-series, and a full-length novel. If you’re wondering why it has taken so long for me to get this part written, here’s your answer: there is just so much to write about that even after watching The Clone Wars all the way through, I wasn’t sure of where to start. We’re going to break this down by season though, starting by analyzing the first film and then tackling the show season by season until we reach the third. As for seasons 4-6, the comic, and the novel, expect me to cover them in my next installment.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

When I first saw the theatrically released Star Wars: The Clone Wars, I was incredibly dismayed. I thought it was a disgrace to have a Star Wars film released in theaters when that film told such a gutless story, took no risks, and had next to no consequence within the story’s universe. To be perfectly frank, I think all of that is still pretty true. The film tells the story of Anakin and his new apprentice, Ahsoka Tano, being called away from a battle on the world Christophsis in order to rescue the son of Jabba the Hutt (yes, you read that right, Jabba has a fucking kid), and it quickly devolves into four seemingly separate “episodes” that never actually feel like a full story but technically are all connected. The ridiculousness of this plot combined with a bad sense of humor brings it down, and there is no way this film deserves to be a part of the theatrical Star Wars canon.

But, just because the film fails as a theatrically released Star Wars film doesn’t mean that it fails on other terms. See, this “film” isn’t really a film, but rather a bafflingly marketed and constructed television pilot that combines four episodes meant to introduce the characters of The Clone Wars TV show and set up the lighthearted tone the show holds onto for its first season. In that respect, Clone Wars actually works. Each of the four set-pieces of the pilot all accomplish different things: the first set-piece on Christophsis establishes Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship as it will play out for the rest of the show and introduces Ahsoka Tano, surprisingly selling Anakin taking her on as an apprentice pretty well; the second section introduces the clone army as actual characters, rather a faceless proxy army, Captain Rex, and Asajj Ventress while letting us see Anakin’s first attempts at being a teacher; the third set-piece introduces Padme Amidala and the political and underworld arenas of Coruscant she’ll reside in; and the fourth set-piece introduces Count Dooku as he will be presented throughout the entire series, allowing Christopher Lee to transition him from an adversarial mastermind into an over-the-top campy villain.

Don’t get me wrong. As far as TV pilots go, it’s a little underwhelming and not the most interesting thing you’ll ever see (even if you’re grading it on a curve for being the pilot of an animated kids’ show). But it works a damn sight better as a TV pilot than it ever could as a feature film, and had it aired as a two-hour special on Cartoon Network like was originally planned, it would not have gotten nearly the level of backlash it did from fans and critics like me who found it intensely underwhelming.

That’s really it. There isn’t much to talk about with this film. It has a consistently annoying tone, no real thematic tissue holding things together, and the performances by most of the actors are fairly underwhelming. The only standouts on display are Christopher Lee, reprising his role as Count Dooku for the final time (I know it’s been said, but this guy seriously never gave a bad performance in his career), Samuel L. Jackson, reprising his role as Mace Windu (you could make the same argument with this guy too), and Matthew Wood, who voices the battle droids in this film. Now, let’s be real, the decision to make the battle droids constant comedic cannon fodder is dumb, but Matthew Wood sells it like a pro, imbuing the droids with a level of personality that makes their poorly written attempts at comedy come off as charming, and when the writing of these jokes improves across the series, Wood is right there ready to use that material to make the droids pretty funny at times.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Season 1)

This is probably the best time to point out that Star Wars: The Clone Wars is really weird to watch because for some unfathomable reason it was aired, written, and produced out of chronological order. This makes viewing it chronologically on Netflix a pain, because you have to bounce around a whole lot just to see the first three seasons in their proper order, and as a result you see glimpses of the improvements in writing and storytelling from the later seasons but are still forced to sit through the slog of the first season that’s only interested in telling safe, episodic stories that don’t challenge the characters or the audience in any significant way. For what it’s worth, it’s still probably the best order to view the series in, as it paints a much more complete picture of the Clone Wars itself, but I found myself annoyed with the logic of airing and producing the episodes out of order, regardless of whether I watched it in the order it aired or the chronological order.

This strange ordering of episodes also isn’t helped by the fact that it pushes the series premiere episode, which is a genuine delight, to being seen after about five episodes and the feature film pilot. It is definitely a better introduction to the goals and aims of the writers than the feature film ever was.

The premiere episode of The Clone Wars follows Yoda on a diplomatic mission to persuade the king of the Toydarians to join the Republic. The episode’s main conflict arrives when Yoda’s vessel is attacked by a Separatist warship and he must land on the surface with only three clones by his side. Meanwhile, Count Dooku and Asajj Ventress are attempting to lure the king of Toydaria into joining the Separatists by proving to him that the Separatists are more capable of protecting him and his people than the Jedi and the Republic. Ventress challenges Yoda to make it to their location by nightfall, and Yoda accepts, battling an army of droids with the help of those clones in order to reach the king.

This is a fairly basic premise with clearly defined stakes and characters, and in the hands of George Lucas, it probably would have turned into twenty minutes of Yoda engaging in meaningless conflict where he doesn’t run into any significant challenges. In the hands of Dave Filoni’s team, however, this episode becomes a chance to reclaim the character of Yoda as he was presented in the original trilogy, and it’s truly amazing to see this Yoda again. Unlike in the entirety of the prequel trilogy, the Yoda we get to see is not the introspective mopey Yoda, but the silly, unpredictable guru that pranks Luke in order to test and teach him. Yoda’s students in this episode are the clones that travel with him, and he asserts to them that they are not the same faceless drones that Lucas intended, but unique individuals with differing skills and internal lives. Filoni’s team even has the wisdom to play Yoda’s strange behavior and unpredictability directly into fight scenes, as he outthinks droids with ease and uses risky strategies to play the droids’ advantage in numbers against themselves. By letting us see Yoda the incorrigible trickster again, The Clone Wars lets us know that it cares about recapturing the wonder and magic of the original trilogy, and that makes this first episode an incredible introduction to the show.

This episode also makes clear another one of Filoni’s goals, albeit in a much subtler manner. As I mentioned last time, the Toydarians as they are presented in The Phantom Menace are a harmful racial caricature of Jewish people, and that racism makes parts of The Phantom Menace pretty difficult to watch. This episode, however, hints at the way the Toydarians will be treated throughout the rest of the show. It shows the Toydarians as a peace-loving people that draw on a cultural heritage with an uncanny resemblance to ancient Judaism. This comes through far less in this episode than it does in later episodes, but throughout the show, the Toydarain people are essentially the equivalent of the Kingdom of Israel under the rule of King Solomon. They are incredibly wealthy and influential, they have a rich, long-standing culture, and they are ruled by a wise King who ultimately desires nothing but peace. I will admit that my connection with my Jewish heritage is a bit weak, so I am not the best person to judge whether this is still hurtful, but it seems to me that by keeping the Toydarian connection to Judaism and replacing racial caricature with a connection to a great cultural heritage, Filoni’s team effectively reclaims the Toydarians. This isn’t to say that their work makes the racism of the first film any less hurtful–far from it–but it adds a dimension to this alien race that, in my eyes, makes them far less hurtful to be associated with.1

Most of the rest of the first season doesn’t quite hit the heights this episode does, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t solid episodes throughout. Some standouts are “Rookies,” which introduces us to the character Fives as he and other newly deployed squadmates fend off a commando droid attack; “Lair of Grievous,” which is twenty minutes of General Grievous kicking serious ass when Dooku betrays him and sets a trap for him in his own home; “Dooku Captured,” where we first meet the pirate scoundrel rapscallion Hondo Ohnaka (voiced by the ever perfect Jim Cummings) after he captures Count Dooku; “Trespass,” which introduces us to the Talz people and sets up an interesting conflict between an authoritarian military society and a young woman who believes in the power of diplomacy; and “Hostage Crisis,” wherein a group of bounty hunters hold a group of Senators and Anakin hostage in order to break Ziro the Hutt out of prison.

There are two episodes in Season 1 that manage to be as strong if not stronger than the premiere and those episodes are “Jedi Crash” and “Defenders of Peace.” These episodes contain some downright excellent storytelling. They challenge Ahsoka by making her face the potential death of her master, forcing her to come to terms with the Jedi Code’s requirement to remain unattached, and they then quickly challenge the entirety of the Jedi order. We meet the Lurmen, a pacifist group of monkey-like creatures that culturally resemble aboriginal and African tribes, and they explain to the Jedi that their role in the Clone Wars has spread more pain and suffering across the galaxy than it has relieved. Their chief even points out the hypocrisy of the Jedi espousing a philosophy of peace while taking on a role as military generals! The episode moves from that point to challenge the Lurmen chief, as he must accept that pure pacifism isn’t an adequate philosophy when their village is attacked by Separatist forces testing out an experimental weapon, and the younger generation has to stand up and fight so the older generation’s insistence on absolute pacifism doesn’t get them all killed.

It’s seriously really good. And George Takei is in it too. Go watch it now even if you’ve already seen it. I promise you’ll thank me afterwards.

What’s wrong with the rest of the season then? Well, nothing really major. It’s passable kids’ television, but most of the episodes I haven’t mentioned by name don’t offer any challenges at all. The closest we get are in the episodes set on Ryloth, wherein a revolutionary insurgent is forced to work with a Senator he believes is corrupt and uncaring (who on the reverse believes the insurgent to be power hungry and after control of the planet), but these two characters aren’t given enough screentime beforehand for this to be meaningful to us. The other episodes are even worse, with the episodes surrounding the Separatist battleship Malevolence being solely concerned with sending the characters on MacGuffin quests and having them triumph due to Anakin being a better military strategist than Grievous. It’s fine, and well-constructed I guess, but it’s honestly pretty boring and uninteresting, and the next time I watch this show, I imagine I’ll be skipping past most of these episodes.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Season 2)

The second season of Clone Wars is about as solid a season of television as I can possibly imagine.

To be clear, it’s not the greatest season of television I have ever seen. But damn is it good. Pretty much every single episode in this season either challenges the characters personally, raises the stakes for conflict in the universe, or calls the morality of the Republic and Jedi Order into question. It starts off with “Holocron Heist,” in which badass bounty hunter Cad Bane breaks into the Jedi Temple and steals a holocron for Darth Sidious in order to kidnap Force-sensitive children across the galaxy. And then there’s “The Deserter,” where Captain Rex meets a clone trooper who went AWOL and established a family on an unoccupied planet, “The Mandalore Plot,” which has Mandalorians being awesome and Obi-Wan being a massive flirt, “Cat and Mouse,” which has Anakin piloting a stealth fighter against a Separatist general who is literally the only person who knows how to fight against those…

If I wanted to, I could spend a lot of time writing about each and every episode and their strengths, but that would take way too long, so you’re just going to have to trust me when I say that the entire season is solid as hell. Instead, we’re going to take a look at two standout story arcs that take place over multiple episodes in Season 2 and dissect them in detail to look at why they work as well as they do.

The first arc we’re going to look at are the episodes that follow Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Barriss, and Luminara as they lead Republic forces in the Second Battle of Geonosis in order to destroy a droid factory that has been recaptured by Separatist forces. Our heroes arrive with a massive Republic force, but the Separatists have them outnumbered even still. Their plan doesn’t survive first contact with the enemy, and Anakin and Ahsoka are forced to fight their way through immense odds just to get to their original landing point. After they are reunited, Anakin and Luminara work together to serve as a distraction while Ahsoka and Barriss sneak into the droid factory in order to plant explosive charges and stop the production of endless reinforcement for the Separatists.

What makes “Landing at Point Break” and “Weapons Factory” special isn’t really their plot. The mission our heroes are on isn’t particularly complicated, nor is it even that novel of a story idea (especially considering that we’ve already seen a pretty boring Battle of Geonosis in Attack of the Clones). These episodes are special because they completely shatter the perception of the Jedi as genuinely unstoppable warriors that dominates the prequel trilogy and most of the episodes of this show. Anakin and Ahsoka’s fight to reach Obi-Wan is desperate, and while at no point do they stop being powerful warriors, they are quickly forced to turn to clever tactics and their wits in order to get past the Separatist forces that would block them from their goal.

That same desperation is present in Ahsoka and Barriss’s quest to infiltrate the droid factory. They’re forced to sneak through behind enemy lines, going through a hornet’s nest where any wrong move will get them caught and lead to their failure. And you know what the writers decide to do? They have Ahsoka and Barriss make one mistake, wake one Geonosian, and when that Geonosian catches up to them, their mission is nearly brought to complete failure and they are forced to bunker down in a droid assault tank in order to both set off their own explosion and have a chance at survival. They are then stuck underneath a mountain of rubble and debris with little oxygen, and Ahsoka only barely manages to send out a signal to Anakin using her communicator, letting him know they’re still alive and leading him to continue the search until they’re rescued. These episodes are tense and filled with danger, and I find it genuinely impressive that Filoni’s team was able to get such great mileage out of a story that so easily could have turned into a retread of the battle from Attack of the Clones.

The next two episodes we’re going to look at are “The Zillo Beast” and “The Zillo Beast Strikes Back,” which besides being regrettably named, are filled with some of the most interesting and challenging material in this series. These episodes follow Anakin and Mace Windu, whose use of an electro-proton bomb on the planer Malastare causes an ancient beast to awaken in a clear nod to the Godzilla film franchise. This beast is genuinely fearsome, as its scales are strong enough to resist even a lightsaber, but Mace Windu and Anakin argue against Malastare’s leaders, who want to kill the Zillo, as to do so would be to take the innocent life of a creature that is the last of its kind. Anakin is eventually able to argue that the creature’s impervious scales would be useful for military research, so he and Mace Windu devise a plan to stun the beast and take it back to Coruscant, in order to trick the Malastare leaders into believing it is dead. When the Zillo arrives on Coruscant however, Palpatine quickly pushes to kill the beast using Malastare fuel, which the creature is weak to, and when his scientists fail to administer a lethal dose, the Zillo breaks free and wreaks havoc on the streets of Coruscant in a number of clear nods to Godzilla and King Kong. Eventually, the Jedi are able to kill the beast by hitting it with a lethal dose of fuel, and despite the lives they managed to save, all of the Jedi deeply regret the loss of the Zillo beast’s life.

The nods to Godzilla and King Kong are some of the coolest things about these episodes, but beyond that, these episodes have some pretty challenging thematic content. For one, this is the first time we get to see the Jedi Order faced with a legitimate moral dilemma, as for a lot of reasons, killing the Zillo is pretty defensible, but it still goes in direct violation of their Code. They decide against killing the Zillo, but because of their use of deception and pragmatist arguments, the Zillo ends up being put in a place where it will have even more power to do harm, close to a person who wants it to harm people so it can be put down rather than kept alive. In a lot of ways, Anakin and Mace Windu’s decision to bring the beast back to Coruscant is reckless and misguided, and we are shown just how blind the Jedi are to the dark forces that surround them on their homeworld. It is this blindness that leads them to do the very thing they sought to avoid: taking the life of an innocent creature that is likely the last of its kind. The shadows of the Dark Side are everywhere, and when the Jedi are too blind to see their own mistakes, innocents like the Zillo end up suffering more than the Jedi ever will.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Season 3)

This is where it starts to get incredible.

Like, really fucking incredible beyond anyone’s wildest expectations.

Season 3 of The Clone Wars does more to expand the mythology of the Star Wars Universe than George Lucas has done since the release of Return of the Jedi.

I hear what you’re saying. “Jacqueline, how can you possibly make that claim? Lucas made three prequel films after Jedi that included important details on the world of Star Wars, the Republic, and Jedi Order that it’s impossible for a single season of television to outdo that.” Lucas did a lot after Jedi, and I am not trying to deny him or his importance to this universe. George Lucas, however, was entirely wrapped up in his goal of telling a story about a fascist government’s rise to power, and in focusing on those political details, he lost sight of the wonder and mystique that makes the Star Wars Universe as compelling as it is. Dave Filoni and his team, however, do everything they can to further Lucas’s message in the prequel trilogy, and they do that without losing sight of the fascinating mysticism surrounding the Force, the prophecy of the chosen one, and the tug and pull of balance between light and darkness that defines the universe.

Now, there legitimately isn’t a bad episode in this season, but like last time, two arcs told over multiple episodes rise to the top and that’s what we’re going to focus on.

The first arc that does this is the Nightsisters arc, which follows Asajj Ventress after she is betrayed by Count Dooku and left for dead. She manages to survive her ship being fired upon by another Separatist warship, and she returns to her home planet to the witches of Dathomir in order to find her heritage and get help in her quest for revenge against her former master. She and the seemingly invincible witch Mother Talzin first target Dooku directly, sending Ventress and two Nightsisters in with cloaking magic and a poison designed to weaken Dooku and make him easy to kill. Dooku is still a force to be reckoned with, however, and he dispatches Ventress and her sisters without significant difficulty. Ventress and Talzin then hatch a more sinister plan, testing the males on the far side of Dathomir until they find one who is worthy and take control of his mind so he can be planted as a traitor in Dooku’s ranks. When Dooku takes this man, named Savage Oppress,1 under his wing and trains him as an apprentice, Ventress sneaks into Dooku’s vessel and makes Savage turn on his new master. Her plan fails, however, and Savage quickly regains control of his mind and turns on the both of them, escaping back to Dathomir and seeking guidance from Mother Talzin, who tells him of a “brother” he must seek while showing him a vision of the Sith Lord Darth Maul, a Zabrak and Dathomir Nightbrother just like him.

We’ll talk about Maul next time, when we actually get to see him in action, but suffice it to say, closing out a set of episodes that explores the dark mysticism of the Star Wars Universe by promising the return of one of Star Wars’ most badass villains is a pretty risky decision, as is the depth of exploration of the Dark Side that we get to see here. The Nightsisters are absolutely fascinating on their own as a less-than-savory mystical underbelly that neither identifies as Jedi or Sith, and Mother Talzin is an imposing figure who, if she did not prefer to keep to herself and her coven, would be a far greater threat to the galaxy than the Sith could ever dream of being.

Of course, the main attraction of these episodes is that they finally put Asajj Ventress to use as the complex character she was always meant to be. Ever since I was a little girl watching Genndy Tartakovsky’s Clone Wars animated mini-series, I’ve been obsessed with this character. She has such a rich and tragic backstory, and as a young girl with her own demons boiling up under the surface, Ventress appealed to me with her mastery of the Dark Side, dual lightsabers, and dominatrix-like attitude (which is turned up to a ten in The Clone Wars, as she is referred to as Mistress by everyone around her). Up until Season 3 though, The Clone Wars didn’t really put her to good use. Sure, she was an assassin, and she had those dual lightsabers, but in this show she has been far less of a pure, unadulterated badass, as she’s the villain and the heroes have to beat her.

These episodes turn that on its head perfectly. Dooku’s betrayal of her makes sense, in only the way an abuser’s decision to abuse can; she has consistently failed to achieve victory against the Jedi after all, and as we see her backstory unfold over a few short flashbacks, watching her being taken from her family as a child and witnessing the murder of the Jedi who taught her how to use the Force, Dooku’s betrayal becomes an opportunity for her to finally exert some agency over all of the horrible things that have happened to her. She will have revenge against Dooku, because damnit, this is the first time she’s ever been powerful enough to strike back against the people who have hurt her the most. It becomes even more heart-wrenching to watch as any knowledge of the prequel trilogy’s storyline lets us know that she is doomed to fail in her quest for revenge, as Dooku survives until Revenge of the Sith to be killed by Anakin Skywalker. Despite having the power to strike back against her master with “dark magicks” and a monstrous warrior, she still ends up without enough power to take any emotional closure for herself through revenge.

The second arc of note in this season is the arc set on the planet Mortis, following Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan as an ancient distress signal calls them to an incredibly strange planet.

But I’m not going into detail on those episodes.

They are amazing. Make no mistake.

But I would not dare spoil the details of what happens in them to anyone who hasn’t seen them.

Trust me, just take my word on this, and go on Netflix, to Season 3 of Star Wars: The Clone Wars, and watch “Overlords,” “Altar of Mortis,” and “Ghosts of Mortis” right now. If you don’t watch anything else from this show (and seriously, you should, it’s great), then still watch these episodes. You don’t even need that much context to enjoy them, because as long as you accept that Anakin has an apprentice named Ahsoka, literally anything else you could need to know follows logically from Anakin and Obi-Wan’s characterizations in the prequel films. You have my word, a Jacqueline Merritt guarantee, that you won’t regret the time you spend checking these episodes out.

Next time, hopefully not two months from now, we’ll explore the rest of The Clone Wars, the comic Darth Maul: Son of Dathomir, and the novel Dark Disciple. See you then!

Critical Eye Criticism is the work of Jacqueline Merritt, a trans woman, filmmaker, and critic. You can support her continued film criticism addiction on Patreon.

1Any of my Jewish readers who disagree with my belief that the Toydarian’s are less hurtful because of their characterization in The Clone Wars are more than welcome to challenge me on that, as I am open to hearing any criticism of my argument here.

2I could also go into more detail on the character of Savage Oppress and how he is actually quite fascinating despite having an absolutely terrible name, but exploring his character is best left for our exploration of Darth Maul in the later seasons, as their arcs are fairly closely intertwined.

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bf!pipe que você conheceu na calourada! ele tava trilouco já, pulando e cantando à todo pulmão o hino do river plate na companhia de outros quatro rapazes o que arrancou gargalhadas do seu grupinho de amigas

bf!pipe que foi você quem chamou primeiro, porque ele parecia aéreo e nem dava tanta bola assim pras meninas ao redor

bf!pipe que deu um sorriso muito canalha quando você disse que era brasileira "ay nena, lo siento, difícil ser o país do futebol e não terem lo mejor del mundo, eh?" mas se redimiu no final da noite com a melhor ficada que você tinha tido na vida

bf!pipe que virou seu ficante fixo, atencioso, uma boa foda, pau pra toda obra (tinha arrumado não só a fechadura do seu quarto, como trocado a resistência do chuveiro duas vezes), mas que nunca saía contigo em resenha pra ficar de casal, mesmo não ficando com outras garotas na sua frente

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bf!pipe que faz suas vontades sempre, coloca suas playlists no carro, compra doce, paga pra você fazer unha e cabelo quando você quer, faz trend no tiktok (as mais memoráveis sendo quando ele fez pump dos bíceps só pra ti gravar aquela do its cuffing seasonnn i need a big boy, e quando você gravou ele falando com voz de bebê todo dengoso sem ele perceber - e quando percebeu foi logo um "mas você é uma piranha mesmo, para, apaga isso vai")

bf!pipe que muda de humor com o placar do jogo e você aprendeu a lidar com isso do mesmo jeito que ele aprendeu a lidar com sua tpm (se você reclama do bico dele ele reclama de como você fica chata naqueles dias, é fato)

bf!pipe que tem pavio curtinho e que fica MUITO mexido quando você provoca/zoa ele, faz beicinho, fica corado, cruza os braços, mas do mesmo jeito que ele fica, desfica rápido porque é igualmente fácil de agradar este pequeno grande homem

bf!pipe que can do both no quarto, gosta de foder lentinho e aproveitar o tempo que tem contigo, em parte também porque vocês são habituados a transar nos dormitórios da faculdade e sem chamar atenção, mas que quando bebe ou quando o river ganha de virada se transforma, te puxa o cabelo, da tapinha no seu rosto, te chama das putarias mais sujas e sem remorso nenhum

bf!pipe que te acha absurdamente gostosa, e ele não tem papas na língua/ressalvas de dizer "para com isso de falar que vai se matar por causa de ator de série, gostosa assim com esses papo", ou então, quando fica >extremamente< pussy drunk, te lambendo e chupando, nem sabendo mais o que é seu e o que é baba dele, murmurando umas coisas desconexas, fora que ele simplesmente não consegue negar se você pedir (não importa onde ou horário do dia)

bf!pipe que é todo resistente pra conversar sobre sentimentos que são ruins (tendo a ver com vocês ou não), apesar de demonstrar, colocar pra fora verbalmente leva tempo e por vezes ele acaba soltando muitos dias depois e DO NADA, "eu sei que fiquei com ciúmes no bar, me perdonas, sí?", e você lavando a louça sem entender nada já que ele só apareceu ali com a mão na nuca, falou e saiu

bf!pipe que gosta dos adjetivos, pra te chamar, mais no português do que no espanhol, "bebezinha", "gatinha" e tudo com o sotaque que você ama

bf!pipe que, quando não é contra a argentina, veste a camisa e torce pro brasil junto com você, virou tradição já e ele gosta muito porque é só nas vezes que a seleção brasileira joga que ele pode ver esse teu lado "JUÍZ FILHO DA PUTA! APITA MEU SACO!", e ele dando risada e te puxando pra dar abraço e beijinhos na lateral do rosto

bf!pipe que não sabe dizer eu te amo's, mas que demonstra todos os dias, nunca esquece do mêsversário de namoro (mesmo nos dias de jogo, viu?), sabe de cor suas coisas favoritas e sempre diz que não consegue lembrar de como era antes de ter você com ele e que agora você "vai ter que me aguentar pra sempre, panguá"

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: *arranging a bouquet when someone enters the store* Welcome to Fragrant Fields. How can I assist you toda— *looks up to see who it is*

Diavolo: Ah! So this is where you're working at!

MC: ...

Diavolo: *approaches them* I'm glad to see you in good health.

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* I feel the same. Is there anything I can help you today?

Diavolo: Ah, yes. I'm here to talk to the owner.

MC: *their tone becomes serious* May I ask for what reason?

Diavolo: I want to buy this place!

MC: ...

MC's employer: What should I do? I can't ignore his offer. But I'm worried for you...

MC: *smiles understandably* Please accept it, miss.

Their employer: Are you sure?

MC: Yes.

Their employer: Well then... *gives them the key to the house they borrowed last time*

MC: Miss?

Their employer: You can have this. So you don't have to rent an apartment.

MC: ...

MC: Thank you so much for this, miss. May your life always be blessed.

Barbatos: Young master, this isn't wise of you.

Diavolo: I bought this place so I would be able to see MC everyday.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: You don't understand, young master.

Barbatos: MC broke their connection to us.

Diavolo: Barbatos, would you actually let this situation as it is?

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: I made a promise.

Diavolo: But I didn't.

Barbatos: ...

MC: *returns after talking to their employer* She has agreed to transfer the ownership to you, Diavolo.

Diavolo: Thank goodness! Well, I may be the owner but I appoint you to be the store manager. How does that sound?

MC: I decline. This is going to be my last day here.

Diavolo: Huh?

MC: I'm sure Barbatos had explained it to you.

MC: I don't want to get involved anymore.

Diavolo: ...

MC: You can find someone more competitive—

Diavolo: *has grabbed their hand, pulling them closer to him*

Diavolo: Was the time I had given to you not enough?

MC: ...

Diavolo: All I wanted is to see you. Why are you keeping yourself away? *his hold tightening*

MC: *their voice gentle but firm* Diavolo, you're hurting me.

Diavolo: !!!

Diavolo: *immediately lets go* I'm sorry—

MC: I'll get back to work. *walks away*

Diavolo: ...

Barbatos: ...

Lucifer: Diavolo, what happened?

Diavolo: *sigh* I thought they would be happy to see me. But it was the complete opposite.

Barbatos: I had warned you, young master.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: It seems we have no other choice.

Barbatos: I won't support this.

Lucifer: We don't care if you support or not, Barbatos.

Lucifer: MC deserves to be with us.

MC: *soaks their hand in cold water* *winced*

Luke: MC? What happened to your hand?

MC: *lets out a sigh*

Luke: ...

Luke: *uses his healing powers*

MC: *suddenly feels a whole lot better*

MC: ...

MC: *chuckles* That's weird. Luke, you're not here. Aren't you?

Luke: !!!

MC: *smiles* I hope that you're not. I wouldn't know how I should act in front of you.

Luke: ...

Luke: I won't show up. So please... You don't have to pretend that you're fine. *hugging them*

MC: *wakes up in the middle of night then realizes that Belphie is sleeping next to them*

MC: Belphie—

Belphie: *snuggles against them*

Belphie: I don't know what were you thinking leaving us like that...

Belphie: Even so, I have really missed you so much.

MC: ...

Belphie: *opens his eyes and looks at them with a smile*

Belphie: *caresses their cheek* Beel and Satan are waiting outside. You would be coming with us, right?

[honestly-oceanie]

You drew stars around my scars || Manhwa DILFS edition

Synopsis: drawing or painting something on them

《Claude de Alger Obelia, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, Regis Adri Floyen, Abel Heilon, Gallahan Lombardi, Charente Crown, Dane Henstone, Lant Agriche | gn!reader》

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

A/N: should I do the female leads/characters next?

Who Made Me A Princess/ Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day

Claude De Alger Obelia

"Emperor of the Obelian Empire"

🦋 You were sitting on one of the couches provided on the Emperor's office per usual. Just laying there doing nothing eventually got you into boredom.

🦋 You started to think of something that may entertain you. Then your eyes come across the quill on Claude's office table. You suddenly remembered that day you spend with Athy.

🦋 The young princess managed to get ahold of some paint and offered if she could paint some doodle on you. You had been strict on neatness so this made you quite nervous inside yet you agreed with the young princess' request. She did told you to return the same favor to her, and you both had the joyous laugh and fun of your lives. Lily did scold the both of you after she caught you two.

🦋 Since it's only you and the Emperor, only he could be your victim. You ask if you could draw on him mindlessly, forgetting just who you were talking to. After a long moment of stunned silence, you finally realized that the person you were talking to is Claude de Alger Obelia.

🦋 As you were about to apologize, he says: "It's fine." Of course you were shock, contemplating if he did mean it or if it's your last day of living. After a while, you finally stood up and did as you wanted to.

🦋 As a matter of fact, he actually saw what happened that day, he could hear your rare laugh along with his daughter's. He decided to 'check' on what was happening and there he saw you both, filthy with paint yet happy. Thus, today he was quite shock by your sudden request, he won't ever admit it but he felt quite jealous seeing that.

🦋 It would be quite nice to do this to him while he's having his beauty rest, but only when you have the guts🤭

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Who Made Me A Princess/ Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day

Anastacius De Alger Obelia

"Former Emperor of the Obelian Empire"

🦋 Let's set this by the time he's still possessed.

🦋 As Lady Jennette's personal attendant, you had always been around her as she grew up. You were kindhearted and gentle. Jennette really admires you a lot, she grew to see you as a parental figure of hers.

🦋 One day, you saw Jennette chatting with a man that seemed familiar for some reason. After debating with yourself whether you should interrupt or not, you remembered the reason you came looking for her.

🦋 Anastacius could see you walking forward from his peripheral vision but he continued to talk with his daughter.

"Lady Jennette, your afternoon tea is ready."

"Right of course! I'll see you next time Viscount!"

🦋 After Jennette left, you and Anastacius had a short staring contest before you left to go follow the young lady.

🦋 Jennette doesn't seem to mind the company of this certain Viscount Patterson yet you were rather suspicious of him, he just has this mysterious aura that you can't trust him just yet. However, you didn't voice out your doubts, you were just a mere servant you couldn't just interfere in your master's business that easily. Eventhough Jennette wouldn't mind at all

🦋 After some days, there seem to be no suspicious movement from him so you started to warm up to him a bit. What matters the most to you was Jennette's safety and happiness.

🦋 You and Jennette were doodling on each others arms, this always bring calm to Jennette and she enjoys doing this so it has became a habit between you both, sometimes Ijekiel does join when he has spare time but today he was quite busy so instead you were accompanied by Viscount Patterson. Jennette's friendly personality invited him as he happened to pass by, and here he is now seated beside you.

🦋 Jennette had gotten tired and decided to take a break. As she ate her biscuits she suggested for him to join and for you to draw on him as she is too tired to continue.

"May I?"

🦋 You asked him and he did agree, only because of his daughter. He was surprise at how good you are and compliment you for your talent. He asked if you were an artist before but you were not, though painting and sketching are hobbies of yours.

🦋 Jennette watch the interaction between you two, she was very happy and celebrating inside. Although you were kind and gentle, you're also very shy, she still remembers the time you first meet her. Your soft voice and stuttering at your introduction replays in her memory. Before, you couldn't even talk without a stutter at all, yet here you are now finally allowing yourself to mingle with others.

🦋 You were slowly warming up, and Anastacius could see that too.

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Father, I Dont Want To Get Married!

Regis Adri Floyen

"Duke of the Floyen Duchy"

🦋 At this very moment, Regis feels as the most fortunate man to be able to have you in this life.

🦋 Jubel is seated in front of you as you do a portrait of her. After you had finish, she excitedly rush to you. Seeing your finished masterpiece of her, Jubellian poured a waterfall of praises while gazing amazedly at you.

🦋 She fancied you even in the 'novel', you were the only one who genuinely cared for the villainess. You tried everything to break up Jubellian and Mikhail, knowing he wasn't sincere with her at all, yet it cause the connection between you both to cut off as Jubellian believes "you did not want for her to be happy". Despite all that, you still defended her during the accident even if it costed you your life.

🦋 The entire ordeal, Regis just watched your interaction with his daughter, very grateful that you are still a part in this life. The serenity of the sight in front of him brought Regis' heart into peace. This tranquility he wishes would last, but he knows now is not the right time, but eventually it will come. He has been given a second chance to right the wrongs so he must use this chance, right?

🦋 Jubel could feel some piercing eyes from behind her, she turned to scold max as she thought it was just him, but it was her father, gazing lovingly at them. Picking up on the hint, Jubel excuse herself so you and her father could spend some time.

🦋 Regis took the seat Jubel previously seated on, waiting for you to pick up on his presence. All of a sudden, Selena thought it would be a good opportunity to be the third wheel. You heard a chirping on your side, knowing it was either Selli or Eddie, you took a look at your side only to yelp, surpise to find the empty spot replaced by Regis and Selena on his shoulder.

🦋 Afterwards you started some small talk with him while petting Selli, who moved to lay on your lap. Since you had already made a portrait and painting of Regis before, you thought why don't he become your canvas this time.

🦋 Although he was confuse on what you meant he agreed, you hold his arm and started drawing some cute animals you could think of there. Although it wasn't his first time seeing your artworks, it never ceases to amaze him.

🦋 He loves to give compliments and praises to your artworks and you. In this life, he will cherish you always and never take you for granted.

🦋 While you two are having a lovey-dovey moment, Jubel watches from the door, she was very happy for the two of you, however someone was not. Selena was not happy, not because of the two of you but because you still haven't made a portrait of her. Don't worry 'cause Edward comforted her as he too, still hasn't gotten his own portrait.

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Author Of My Own Destiny/ I Became The Wife Of The Male Lead

Abel Heilon

"Duke of the North"

🦋 You and Abel had a slow burn romance which Fiona greatly regrets now. At first she thought it was a good idea and she really liked how it turned out. But right now she just wants to shove the two of you together in one place so these longing stares will finally come to an end.

🦋 Even Siegren understands the situation very well and wants to help pushing it too. Fiona herself is tired of you two, just why did it had to be slow burn?!

🦋 Finally, Siegren and Fiona had come up with a plan. A few plans as a matter of fact. Though hopefully they won't have to use all of it.

🦋 The first two plans failed miserably. But they say third time's a charm.

🦋 You were invited by Siegren and Fiona, they said they wanted to spend some time with you and have 'fun'. You, of course agreed, you love these kids too much to even reject their puppy eyes. You guys are on Fiona's room, some art materials scattered on the floor waiting to be use.

🦋 You have no idea why they thought of this, but currently you three are running around the room having a paint war, attacking whoever you get ahold of with some messy drawing or even a doodle with the paint you have in your hands.

🦋 Now Fiona's room isn't presentable at all not even a little decent, but none of you cared, even Fiona and Siegren are having too much fun that they almost forgot their mission. Luckily Abel came in at point.

🦋 Abel was stunned at what had happen to Fiona's room, he scolded the children for their reckless behavior. Now things weren't going as planned. You couldn't stand to see the kids being scolded for you have a very soft spot for them. You just said what you could think of at that moment; inviting Abel to join you guys instead. You were surprise you even had the guts to interrupt him but words can't be taken back once they're said. Fiona and Siegren were internally celebrating, you managed to sail the boat without even knowing!

🦋 Abel was pondering for awhile if he should really join you guys or scold you too. But he succumb to his desire and join you three, though just most likely you. The kids immediately run off on the corner of the room to avoid disturbing you two, then acted as though they were doing something. You give a smile to Abel as he sat down beside you. You raise the paint brush on your hand, silently asking him if you could draw on him and he nodded.

🦋 You looked serious as you were doing your task but really, your heart was beating too fast it could leap out of your chest, you tried your best to look normal as possible, unbeknownst to you Abel was on a similar situation. Fiona and Siegren just staring at you both intensely, praying and hoping that this plan would succeed.

🦋 After you had finish Abel stared at your drawing for awhile before grabbing your wrist and the paint brush on your hand, taking you by surprise but also intrigued by what he is gonna do. Instead of drawing, he seemed to write some letters on your arm but you couldn't read it properly as he was covering it. After he had finally written the words he couldn't say, he let you read it.

🦋 Your eyes went wide as you proccess the words written on your arm by Abel Heilon himself. This was a sudden confession but Abel couldn't hold it in anymore. There was a long moment of silence, Abel was growing nervous, maybe this wasn't the right time, but you proved him wrong as you jumped on him to tackle him with a hug. You repeated the words he wrote to you as you stared at his eyes.

🦋 Just the two of you on your own world... until Fiona and Siegren cheered loudly to celebrate this success, you two had almost forgetten they were there too.

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I'll Be The Matriarch In This Life/ I Shall Master This Family

Gallahan Lombardi

🦋 You and Gallahan are always willing to try anything new in your relationship, that's how you two have had a lot of habits and tradition you both just randomly made up.

🦋 Just like now, when you saw a quill on the table, you dipped it with its ink, and did some cute little drawings on his face while your other hand keeps him steady. He just sat still waiting for you to finish what you were doing without interrupting you.

🦋 Once you were done, you run around to find a hand mirror then gave it to him so he could see what you've done to him, he was surprise as it was his first time seeing you draw something even though it is on his face, but he liked how good your drawings are even if it's simple.

🦋 He feign sadness as you laugh at him. Promising to help him clean up after you feel satisfied. He wasn't gonna back down that easily, whilst you were trying to calm down, he swiftly got ahold of the quill and did the same favor on you, it caught you off guard.

🦋 Instead of cleaning up, you ended up having a competition on who had the best drawing. Tia was walking around when she saw what you two were doing, it seems fun she wanted to join and of course you both let her.

🦋 In the end, you both made tia win, you and Gallahan now look messier than ever as you let tia draw a lot, what's important was that you had tia have some fun. Since tia didn't had much inks on her, you let the maids take care of her.

🦋 You and Gallahan are helping each other remove the inks on each other. Being together brought you both in happiness, no matter the circumstance you may face you know you both can pull through. Afterall you promised one another to be there through sickness and health. For now, while there is still chance you try to do everything you can before the time is up. One's presence may fade but their memories will never cease to exist.

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Please Give Me The Pacifier!

Charente Crown

"Heir to the Crown Duchy"

🦋 I have mixed feelings with this man so I don't know what I'm doing here.

🦋 Kaishan loves to have you around, because of you Kaishan had become rebellious to his father, thus Charente had allowed you to visit his manor at some appointed time(s) which honestly scared you.

🦋 But overtime Charente had gotten used to your presence, he eventually let you visit at anytime you wished to which made you and Kaishan celebrate with joy.

🦋 You had thought about doing this activity so Kaishan could have some fun. Your company is enough for Kaishan to have fun and be happy. Unfortunately, you had forgotten to bring the materials with you, you apologize to the cute kid but he told you not to worry, he left the room in a hurry but not before telling you to not follow him as he will be back soon.

🦋 Kaishan run off to find his father and told him the situation. After some minutes of waiting, Kaishan finally returned... with his father carrying the materials needed. Thankfully you had gotten accustomed with his existence so you did not mind him around anymore.

🦋 At first, you were just calmly teaching him how to do some basic painting starting with shapes first yet he decided to start a war by smudging some paint on your face on purpose, he gave a cheeky apology afterwards but you knew you weren't putting down without a fight, so you return the same favor to him. You and Kaishan are now filthy with paint yet Charente didn't stop you at all, you both were having a good time.

🦋 You didn't know, but as much as you make Kaishan happy, you also make Charente happy internally, he is already satisfied with the proximity you two have and yet he can't help but feel jealous of his own son right now.

🦋 You could feel him burning holes at the back of your head so you turn to look at him. His eyes seems to say something, you had an inkling on what it may be but you did not dwell much on it, afterall he was a man that's very hard to read, you'd rather avoid the consequences than to suffer from it because of some misunderstanding.

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Tricked Into Becoming The Heroine's Stepmother

Duke Dane Henstone

🦋 His situation is quite similar to Charente's but successful thanks to the help of his little pumpkin that made it possible.

🦋 You were at the garden with Pierta, watching as she eats one of her favorite candy, pumpkin candy. You are aware of how much she loves her pumpkin and wanted to do something special for her, unfortunately, you had no idea how to cook nor bake so you think of other ideas.

🦋 You remembered in your childhood how much you loved to have the ink spilled on your skin as you draw whatever you could think of, you always end up getting scolded by nanny, in the end the entire household made sure that any ink or something that may color your skin will be out of reach for you. At first you threw tantrums but eventually you grew to forget about it.

🦋 Luckily, you always bring a pen with you. You thought about drawing some cute pumpkins on Pierta. The little one complied when you ask her to give you her hand, then you started drawing some pumpkins with funny faces. Pierta seemed to like it too much as she reaches out to you again asking you to do more.

🦋 You chuckled nervously, you don't wish for the little pumpkin to have the same habit, just thinking about it made you sweat anxiously you don't want to face the wrath of Duke Henstone. Pierta notice some eyes and looked up to see her father, she immediately stood up and ran to him excitedly. You bowed to the Duke as you greet him, Pierta could understand that her father likes you and decided to be the cupid.

🦋 She drags her father towards you and have him seated, she explained to him what you were doing to her a few moments ago, she asks if you could do the same to her father. You tried to make up an excuse "Only if the Duke agrees with it." And of course he would, he'll do anything his daughter asks of him.

🦋 In the end, you gave in, how could you resist the little pumpkin. You were seriously staring at what you were doing while the Duke is also busy staring at you, none of you notice the chestnut cupid sneakily running away. After you had finish you looked up to him but immediately looked away after he stared back at you. It seems the little pumpkin went away huh. You finally started small conversation with him which he has been waiting to as he couldn't do so, something always happens whenever he wants to talk to you.

🦋 He'll be sure to thank his princess, knowing well that it was her who gave him this opportunity.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Lante Agriche

"Former Head of the Black Agriche"

🦋 Nah. Just Nah. Runn🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃

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Honestly, Oceanie

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[bettiepagetheblackangel]

The Early Photographs of Bettie Page III

[Las primeras fotografías de Bettie Page]

In 1951, young art student Jack Faragasso hired a model for a photo shoot–Bettie Page, early in her career. Jack Faragasso American Artist: He is known nationally and internationally as an art instructor, fine artist, illustrator and author. He has been teaching students of all ages, to draw and paint in the time-honored realistic manner, at the Art Students League of New York since 1968. He has also taught at the Woodstock School of Art and the Scottsdale Artists School in Arizona. As an instructor of the Frank J. Reilly School of Art, he then became its director after the death of Mr. Frank Reilly in 1967. Frank J. Reilly was and still is regarded by many as one of the finest teachers of drawing and painting in the country. Faragasso, who studied with and worked under Reilly for many years, is the foremost authority on the Reilly system of drawing and painting. As a thoughtful and knowledgeable teacher, the author has carefully researched and practiced every phase of the subject. He spent much time in the great museums of Europe and America studying the works of the Old Masters. The author uses many of the drawing and painting principles of the Reilly system, and over the years, he has elaborated upon these principles, and added to them. His subjects include portraits, figures, still life, landscape and meaningful paintings.

En 1951, el joven estudiante de arte Jack Faragasso contrató a una modelo para una sesión fotográfica: Bettie Page, al principio de su carrera. Jack Faragasso Artista estadounidense: Es conocido nacional e internacionalmente como instructor de arte, artista plástico, ilustrador y autor. Ha estado enseñando a estudiantes de todas las edades a dibujar y pintar en el tradicional estilo realista en la Art Students League de Nueva York desde 1968. También ha enseñado en la Woodstock School of Art y en la Scottsdale Artists School en Arizona. Como instructor de la Frank J. Reilly School of Art, se convirtió en su director después de la muerte del Sr. Frank Reilly en 1967. Frank J. Reilly fue y sigue siendo considerado por muchos como uno de los mejores profesores de dibujo y pintura del país. Faragasso, que estudió y trabajó con Reilly durante muchos años, es la principal autoridad en el sistema Reilly de dibujo y pintura. Como profesor reflexivo y erudito, el autor ha investigado y practicado cuidadosamente cada fase de la materia. Pasó mucho tiempo en los grandes museos de Europa y América estudiando las obras de los viejos maestros. El autor utiliza muchos de los principios de dibujo y pintura del sistema Reilly y, a lo largo de los años, ha ido ampliando y ampliando estos principios. Sus temas incluyen retratos, figuras, naturalezas muertas, paisajes y pinturas significativas.

[dreamwithlost]

PASSIVO?

Jeno x Reader

Gênero: Friends to lovers, Br!Au

W.C: 1.4K

Avisos: Insinuação de sexo

ᏪNotas: Eu não lembro que dia foi, nem quem foi, mas só lembro de alguém brincando chamando o Jeno de "Passiva burra" ao reblogar uns gifs do Jaemin flertando com ele, e eu ri tanto desse comentário que ficou na minha mente (Se quem fez ele estiver lendo isso, pfv se manifeste) KSKSKKKKK e taram! Acabou virando uma onezinha em SP, então espero que gostem KKKKKKK Boa leitura, meus amores ❤️

— Nossa, mas cada vez que a gente sai você me leva para um lugar mais insalubre — Você brincou enquanto Jeno empurrava a porta enferrujada da entrada do hotel, e você dava a última tragada em seu cigarro, jogando a bituca no chão e pisando sobre a mesma.

— Para de reclamar, que esse aqui é incrível — O moreno retrucou com um sorriso digno de uma criança arteira, que logo se desfez enquanto ele abanava, de forma estabanada, a fumaça do tabaco que o vento trouxe para seu rosto, por mais que você tenha se virado para evitar isso — Insalubre é esse seu cigarro ai.

Você e Jeno costumavam procurar lugares abandonados por toda a capital de São Paulo para fazerem seus grafites, sempre andando para lá e para cá com suas bolsas repletas de sprays de tinta que tilintavam a cada passo. A verdade era que, apesar das pessoas sempre anunciarem construções assim como simplesmente "um novo ponto de drogas", elas não viam a realidade da situação, como aquele lugar poderia ser o único a abrigar uma família afastada da sociedade, ou como, mesmo em meio a destroços e à grama que crescia descontroladamente, poderia existir alguma beleza ali. Esse era o seu trabalho e o de sua dupla: trazer beleza para onde ninguém mais via, às escondidas. Era mais como uma resposta ao pedido de socorro de toda uma população: "Ei, não desista, você também pode brilhar novamente".

Vocês normalmente escolhiam lugares que não haviam sido descobertos ou usados como ponto fixo por mais ninguém, para que pudessem se divertir sem atrapalhar as pessoas e, claro, para que ninguém descobrisse suas verdadeiras identidades. Naquele dia, o Lee havia insistido para que você o seguisse, levando-a até um antigo hotel luxuoso de São Paulo, com arquitetura externa proveniente da Belle Époque brasileira, a vertente sul-americana do movimento francês, que antes, tão amada, agora muitas vezes era deixada de lado, já que as pessoas buscavam cada vez mais novidade e tecnologia.

Você não poderia negar que os primeiros andares do prédio estavam extremamente deteriorados, mas, à medida que Jeno insistia para que subissem um pouco mais, as coisas iam lentamente se modificando, como se o caos tivesse se cansado de subir aquelas inúmeras escadas.

— Meu Deus, não chega nunca — você reclamou, parando no meio de mais um lance de escadas, tão cansada quanto o caos.

— Só mais este — Jeno insistiu, indo para trás de você e lhe empurrando com as mãos em suas nas costas, incentivando-a a andar mais um pouco.

Quando, após muitos resmungos, vocês chegaram ao andar da suíte master do hotel e aquele par de portas foi aberto por seu amigo, seus olhos não puderam acreditar no que viram.

— Nossa — você murmurou, adentrando o quarto, ou na verdade, quase um mini apartamento.

Por incrível que pareça, a suíte estava incrivelmente conservada, destoando totalmente do resto da construção. Era como se, se você fechasse os olhos, pudesse imaginar os passos dados ali, alguma bela dama jogando seus vestidos para o alto enquanto o serviço de quarto vinha a seu encontro. Estava tudo bem empoeirado, isso era óbvio, mas, no geral, era...

— Incrível, né? — Jeno questionou vitorioso, parando à sua frente com as mãos na cintura, como um super-herói.

Você vagou pelo quarto, indo até a cama de casal após a sala principal, e olhou para o moreno, sorrindo travessa.

— Que que é isso, hein, Jeninho? Se queria ter algo comigo, pelo menos poderia ter escolhido um hotel em funcionamento — Você provocou, como de costume, e viu as bochechas de Jeno tornarem-se uma cópia perfeita das do Pikachu quando ele virou-se rapidamente para você.

Desde o dia em que sua amizade com Jeno se tornou extremamente forte, você se lembrava de provocá-lo, jogando flertes e cantadas ruins a cada oportunidade, apenas para vê-lo sem saber como reagir. Na primeira vez, você achou que ele tentaria alguma coisa, mas ao notar que tudo que tomava o seu corpo era o mais perfeito desespero, não pôde evitar de prosseguir com aquela brincadeira.

Por mais que... não fosse tão brincadeira assim.

A verdade era que você nunca possuíra alguém com quem pudesse realmente contar. Apesar de ter um número considerável de "amigos", sempre sentia a necessidade de se esconder, nunca podia contar como estava realmente se sentindo, nunca podia ser fraca. Afinal, quem gostaria de estar ao lado de alguém que passava vinte e quatro horas do dia em um completo vazio e tristeza que jamais se preenchia?

A única forma que encontrou de ser escutada era através de sua arte nas paredes, tão esquecidas quanto você. Até o dia em que conheceu Jeno, exatamente da forma que mais se sentia livre: grafitando. Jeno, diferente das demais pessoas ou colegas, havia entendido a sua arte, havia lhe abraçado, permitido que você chorasse em seu colo ao invés de forçar um sorriso. Ele lhe permitia ser você mesma, e essa amizade e conforto, pouco a pouco, foram se tornando um amor maior em seu peito.

Por mais que jamais pudesse lhe contar, não podia correr o risco de perder o seu melhor amigo.

— O quê? — Jeno exclamou de forma exacerbada, se aproximando — Para de graça — Pediu, colocando sua mochila sobre a cama para poder retirar as diversas tintas que havia trazido.

— Hm — Você murmurou, analisando o rapaz, tentando não perder a diversão daquele momento — Você é meio passivo, né?

— O quê? — O Lee novamente indagou, dessa vez mais alto, se endireitando rapidamente após aquele questionamento tão repentino.

— É, sabe, a pessoa que...

— Eu sei o que é ser passivo — o moreno lhe cortou, envergonhado.

Você não pôde evitar de gargalhar com aquela reação meiga.

— Viu? Então você é — Zombou, mostrando a língua para ele — Eu te dou tanta brecha e você nunca tentou nada, tem medo de mulher bonita.

— Eu só não quero ser desrespeitoso — ele confessou, trazendo, por algum motivo, uma seriedade maior para suas rotineiras provocações.

Seu coração não conseguiu separar a brincadeira da realidade e bateu mais forte por um momento.

— Você não seria desrespeitoso — você informou, tentando manter o tom descontraído.

Todavia, essa aura engraçada no ambiente pouco a pouco foi se afastando, a cada passo que Jeno dava em sua direção. Você, por instinto, deu alguns passos para trás, encostando na parede da cabeceira da cama quando o corpo de Jeno se aproximou mais do que deveria.

O rapaz agilmente colocou seus braços ao redor de sua cabeça, prendendo você entre ele e o papel de parede desgastado.

— O que foi? Ficou envergonhada agora? — Jeno sussurrou vendo seu rosto atingirem um nível novo de vermelhidão, e você se preocupou que o moreno pudesse até mesmo escutar seus batimentos cardíacos naquele momento.

O rosto do moreno se aproximou ainda mais do seu, sendo capaz até mesmo sentir o seu hálito amentolado exalando por seus lábios, o que lhe fez fechar os olhos, apreensiva. Mas então um sorriso se formou nos lábios do rapaz, um sorriso vitorioso, e logo seus braços lhe libertaram daquela gaiola, e o calor de seu corpo se afastou, para sua tristeza.

— Viu? Também sei brincar — Jeno zombou, mostrando a língua enquanto se distanciava — Agora você que é a...

Seu amigo não foi capaz de terminar aquela frase, não quando seu corpo voltou a grudar no dele, e seu desejo intenso começou a controlar seus movimentos, fazendo você entrelaçar seus dedos pelo pescoço do mais alto, erguer os calcanhares do chão e unir seus lábios, em um selinho demorado. Você não sabia o que estava fazendo, apenas sabia que não podia mais aguentar aquilo.

Você necessitava de Jeno, mais do que como amigo.

— Jeno, eu... — Você murmurou, um pouco arrependida após observar os olhos surpresos do moreno, e começou a lentamente retirar suas mãos de sua nuca.

O que não foi finalizado quando, rapidamente, sentiu as mãos do rapaz em sua cintura, garantindo que seu corpo não se afastaria, e aqueles lábios macios voltaram em busca dos seus, desta vez de forma ardente, pedindo passagem para a língua bailar junto à sua.

Suas mãos se emaranharam nas madeixas curtas, e suas unhas arranharam levemente sua nuca quando sentiu as mãos suaves de Jeno apertarem mais sua cintura, deslizando rapidamente até sua bunda para apertá-la, descendo até suas coxas, incentivando-a a saltar para seu colo. Você obedeceu ao pedido silencioso e foi erguida pelo rapaz, entrelaçando suas pernas na cintura dele, enquanto era levada, a passos lentos, até a pequena e luxuosa mesa de jantar na sala.

— Você sabia que tinha uma cama ali, né? — você separou penosamente seus lábios dos de seu amigo, rindo ao ser colocada sobre a mesa.

— Aí a nossa transa teria a participação dos fungos daquele lençol e da rinite.

— Tem razão — Você concordou, voltando a beijá-lo, e deslizou uma de suas mãos até o cós de sua calça, retirando de forma afobada o cinto de couro que segurava o tecido jeans — Vamos de mesa mesmo.

[laylaeelfaouly]

Edit (29/09/23): This is now closed but THANK YOU SO SO MUCH to everyone who took the time to interact, like, reblog, share, and respond!!! I really appreciate it 💕🤧

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[modelbus]

YOOOO MODDLEE

yeah I did it again.

(Help I have a problem of disappearing into thin air)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PART THREE OF CUT CHAOS SHEBSJNSUH

you said you would write 500 chapters.. but like obviously exaggerating..? (Kiddinggg)

tho a few more couldn’t hurt..

juuuust saying if you ever feel like it I will eventually see it and it will eventually make my week. <3333

BUT THATS NOT WHY WE ARE HERE! (I’m sorry my requests are always so long and dramatic bro I just brain like that)

Actual request:

ok so like I knowww cut chaos started from rumours but like rumours are an easy way to start plot lines k? (Also I use she pronouns out of habit but they is pog too)

the friends in question: Tommyinnit (duh), Wilbur (moosic boi), Ranboo (generation loss trauma guy), Possibly Slimecicle?? I know he’s not someone you do requests for normally buttt if you’re okay with it that would be POG, or if slime is a no, tubbo!

SO a few months ago Y/N started working on an SMP with some minimal custom mods, some fancy texture packs, maybe some data packs, and its like this BIGGG project, BUT its not public and its taking a lot of her time, so she can only really do a few streams and most of the time because her schedule is so full its hard to work out streams with friends so, she is alone. with the internet being the internet people started to think something was up, some annoyed viewers made a few rumours and people kept making things up and escalating things until people were saying she did all sorts of horrible things to “lose all her friends” but one of the most popular theories was that she was emotionally abusing them (??? Internet wildin ig) she ignored them while mostly finishing the stuff for the smp, but decided to address it in a very- y/n way. Getting four friends to come to her house and hide slightly off camera while she made a purposefully bad apology video only for them to jump out at the end and her to stand up and be like “YALL REALLY THOUGHT I WAS SOME MASTER MANIPULATOR?! I’M JUST A FUNKY LITTLE CHAOTIC MINECRAFT GOBLIN N’ I’VE BEEN WORKING ON AN SMP THIS WHOLE TIME!! ITS GONNA BE SUPER COOL AND THESE FOUR PLUS ALOOOOT MORE PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE THERE I’M POSTING THE CREATORS SOON AND ITS LAUNCHING IN A MONTH!, SO STOP ASSUMING I’M A BAD PERSON AND GET PUMPED BITCHES!” something along those lines, maybe at the end a little peek at what people are responding with. (Obviously no pressure, but like id be cool) (thanks for considering deity of the busses and models.)

HOW WE LIKING THE SILLIES?!?

P.S I’m not always an angst gremlin (just most of the time..) - ✨🌌🌙 Annon

I DO BE LIKING THE SILLIES (and thank you for elevating me to the level of deity, my ego has been inflated)

Pairing: Cc! Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, Charlie Slimecicle x Gn!Reader (platonic)

Roaring Rumors

Life was all about sacrifices.

Or, that’s what you keep telling yourself when you’re up at 1AM working on your server. Putting together an SMP is harder than it sounds; texture packs, data packs, comparability, world-building, even the (seemingly) simply act of contacting people to play on it. For the amount of time you spent on your computer, your hands might as well be part of your keyboard.

Sleep wasn’t the only thing you sacrificed. Streaming, even just fun ones with your friends, had quickly became rare. Although you loved to hop on a call while coding still, your online presence had severely receded.

You just keep telling yourself that sacrifices are necessary. That the payoff would be worth it.

And it really would be, but you just had to get there first. Which was proving harder than you had thought.

At the very least, you still had your friends. Wilbur sitting silently on call with you while you work, Tommy dragging you out of your room, Ranboo always willing to get excited over your progress. Every day you woke up with a text from your groupchat—typically Charlie—just filling you in on the latest internet trend by a meme.

Today, your news comes from Wilbur and Tommy.

“I think they’re canceling you.” Wilbur says casually while you’re in the midst of detailing the hunger bar for a texture pack.

“Ooh, you’re a wrong’un!” Tommy yells in the background of Wilbur’s side of the call.

The three of you had been idly chatting while each doing your own thing. Wilbur and Tommy were engaged in some Twitter competition, as far as you know.

“Canceling me for what?” You ask, deciding to ignore Tommy’s shouting.

“Existing, I think.” Wilbur answers.

“So the normal.”

“The normal.”

Although the conversation stops there, you can’t help yourself. Later, during one of the few hours you dedicate to getting sleep to stay alive, you pull open Twitter on your phone. Your last tweet was nearly two weeks ago, so it’s been a minute.

But you just want to make sure nothing horrible happened while you were busy. You’re a content creator, this is normal. Definitely. You definitely aren’t just justifying this so you can do it.

You swipe through tweets, heading to trending and searching your name. Tweets load, making your mouth run dry. Wilbur wasn’t joking.

All you can do is scroll, reading as the messages get wilder and wilder. From people saying they were missing you to theories on why nobody was streaming you. Each one seemed considerably more implausible, and before you know it you’re glaring at your screen like it’s to fault.

Some thought you had grown apart.

Some thought you had a falling out.

And, apparently, a lot thought you were emotionally abusing them. Or, depending on the tweet, manipulating them.

Quite honestly, you didn’t even know how they got the idea. The long threads of explanations did nothing but send you into a spiral, biting your bottom lip so hard that it bleeds.

You were so close to finishing the SMP. It needed just a few things, then you'd be able to start scheduling to get it up and running. You didn't have the time nor mental capacity to deal with whatever the fuck is going on right now.

Is it a good choice? Maybe not. But do you still ignore the accusations? Hell yes.

-

By the time you get even closer to finishing the preparations for your SMP, you've come up with the perfect plan to address the (quite stupid) rumors. It'll be a two-in-one; you address the rumors and announce the SMP at the same time.

"How long do I have to lay on this floor?" Tommy asks, stretched out behind your chair.

"Nobody asked you to lay on the floor." Wilbur points out, standing next to your computer. Charlie, on the other side, laughs.

"Yeah man, you wanted to be down there."

"Besides, I'm doing great down here!" Ranboo chimes in.

You roll your eyes, grinning. "I'm about to start stream, so it won't be for much longer. Just wait for my cue, yeah?"

Tommy grumbles, but shuts up. You take that as your chance to start the stream, switching it off your waiting screen and waving to the camera. Your chosen stream title has brought in a bit more than your usual casual steam view number, "Talking about some serious stuff," leading people to believe there will be drama. And if it's drama they want, it's drama you'll give.

"Hello, hello!" You smile, leaning back. "So I've decided to talk about some things. Namely, the Twitter shit. I am so sorry for everything, and I mean that. A lot. Sincerely. There's meaning in it."

Tommy snorts, and from the corner of your eye you catch Wilbur kick him to shut him up.

"What am I sorry about?" You ask rhetorically, acting like you read it off of chat. "Oh, you know. People have been saying all types of stuff. The things about me manipulating my friends?" There's a pause while you let that sink in. "So, I'm sorry."

It's a purposefully shitty apology, but you sigh and act like its heartfelt for a few moments, nodding towards chat. Their messages are mostly confused, especially because it isn't one emote-only.

"Sorry you guys are so gullible!" You shout, and Tommy practically tackles you.

Wilbur's the one to fix your chair, Ranboo and Charlie appearing next to you within moments.

"You guys really thought this one could manipulate me? The master?" Charlie asks the stream, pointing at you.

"Yeah!" Tommy shouts, way too energetic for someone who complained five minutes ago about being on the floor. "We're the master manipulators! Get fooled!"

"I, for one, haven't manipulated anyone-" Ranboo starts, but Tommy slaps a hand over his mouth and nods empathetically.

"Yeah, I don't know what you guys were thinking, but I've just been playing fucking Minecraft for the past few months nonstop." You laugh.

"Nonstop. It's a problem." Wilbur nods.

"It is not a problem!" Pause. "Anyways, I made an SMP! And that's where I've been! Not because I've been manipulating my friends or some shit, stop being dumbasses."

"It'll be super cool!" Ranboo adds in helpfully.

"These four-"

"That's us!" Charlie points around at himself, Wilbur, Tommy, and Ranboo.

"-will be on it, plus a lot more. It'll be posting those people soon! As in, check your Twitter obsessively guys! The SMP will be in about a month, too, so get fucking excited! I want to see some hype!"

"WOO!" Tommy screams, making everyone cringe at having their eardrums ruptured.

"So that's all I wanted to talk about I think. Anything to add, guys?" You glance around at the four surrounding you with a grin.

"One thing." Charlie nods, leaning in really close. "I have a secret. This SMP, it's actually-" He hits your end stream button mid-sentence. "And that's how you keep 'em interested."

-

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Maids of the Reach

summary: exploring my King's Landing Ladies of the Court OCs, this time hailing from The Reach. pairings: Aemond #1 childhood enemy, a sword lesbian. Helaena dreaming of being a fuckboi themes: 18+, mentions of sexual exploration, trans-character, unmarried Helaena, autistic Helaena, queer Helaena, men being clueless about wlw behavior ٭ ✵ ⁕ ✶ ✰ ﹡ HOTD fanfic universe maesterlist

Aemond’s second betrothal lasted for about as long as his first. The Tyrells found their way into the small council chamber, that his own mother had remained a fixture of, even after Rhaenyra’s abandoned her position and moved her family to Dragonstone.

The Reach Maids were given their own personal wing of the Keep, where the sun shone bright and flowers grew along the walls of the red bricked palace. The open gardens the fleet of rooms surrounded grew grand trees and vibrant flowers, their own personal godswood, reserved just for them. 

Their fathers were always busy with fancy lord matters, leaving the girls to their own dream life. 

Ivyanne Tyrell had traveled everywhere with her father, as did her Lady mother. Before her teenage years, she had traveled to all the realms in the Seven Kingdoms and Essos besides, watching her father peddle the wares of his peoples. 

During their time in Braavos, Ivyanne found her very own dancing master, willing to train a little girl, because she was one as well. 

Tatsu of Nossos came from a realm so far beyond the edge of the world, that Maesters had argued of its existence. The child, not much older than Ivyanne herself, was brought to the Tyrell family by the richest in the city, as a gift to entertain his daughter.

After much remarking on her strange appearance, Tatsu unsheathed two, thin blades, and challenged any of the Tyrell guard to defeat her in single combat. She was stick thin, and wrapped in cloth close to the body, symbols adorned them, in language that looked more like pictures to the Westerosi.

The Tyrell guards were not wearing heavy armor, covering only their chest, and no shield in the casual setting. The guards had no hope of catching the foreigner, she was light on her feet, dancing under their blades like water charting a new path along the riverbank. Her movements were precise, flipping on the backs of the guards or between their legs without notice until it was too late. 

The noble crowd watching clapped in enjoyment, as Ivyanne screamed praises until her voice ran silent. The girl had bested every man that came before her, with a belief in her own skill enough to test it against an unsheathe blade. No one could ever force her into anything, Ivyanne thought. Her hands wrapping themselves around the hilt of an invisible blade. 

“It is an honor,” Tatsu bowed, their voice deep and warm, “In my home of Nossos, we nobles of the ancient houses of empires past, swear a sacred vow in front of the elders and all that have come before,” Tatsu explained, pointing out a similarly dressed teen, with the same thin eyes and dark hair. Ivyanne watched as the light flecked purple on their dark hair. “My brother and I have vowed to our pilgrimage of the known world, to drink from the fountain of knowledge that awaits us, so we may one day return to join the elders and all that have come before, to build our eternal empire.” The crowd hand on every word, enjoying their own refreshing drips from the fountain of knowledge. 

"It would be my great honor to travel with you to your land, Lord of Tyrells, and learn your ways.” 

Ivyanne began the round of clapping, her own hands could not move fast enough to express her excitement. 

“I Tatsu of Nasso have shed by family name, but I was born the son of Lord Emperor Toda–“ 

“Beg your pardon���son?” Lord Tyrell interrupted the story. 

“Yes! I was born the son of–“ This had been one of the first speakers Tatsu had ever learned, said much like a prayer for the preparation of this moment. 

“Are you not a girl?” the Lord asked.

“Well, I suppose but–“ Tatsu looked around the room of Braavosi, as it had never been made an issue before.

The Tyrell’s huddled together, not hearing the rest of the foreigners words. 

Ivyanne didn’t quite care what was happening, but her little hands weaved their way into her father’s beard and clenched, “Father, I shall never ask for a single thing again in my life if you only–“ 

“Daughter, please,” her parents tried to pry her away, until they eventually were defeated.

Ivyanne jumped from their pedestal, wrapping her arms around her newly gifted friend. “We shall be sisters! We shall be sisters!” Ivyanne chanted, all the way back to Westeros. 

Some years later, Ivyanne had absorbed as much information as possible from her Dancing Master in the time. They practiced nearly every free moment of every day. The girls had originally been sent for to be companions of Princess Helaena, but they seemed to rather their own company. 

Helaena did not mind seeking them out, as she always knew where they would be. The gardens connecting the Reach apartments had become Lady Ivyanne’s personal training yard, though the other ladies had carved themselves out a small piece of their paradise for more gentle pursuits. 

Helaena more often spent sleepless nights with the Reach Maids, playing their kissing and touching games, but Helaena found their obsession with gossip tiring, so she rarely found herself in their presence amongst the sun, unless she was in need of a model.

The princess had been instructed on painting dainty things like flowers and clouds, it was a man’s job to paint more serious pursuits like the human form. Helaena’s painting masters did not approve much of her use of life insect specimens for her paintings, but they allowed it, as her work was slowing progress. 

They had brought one of Helaena’s preferred subjects to be discussed under the digression of the Queen. 

“It looks…like…art?” Alicent regarded the canvas painted with lines and of color. “Thank you for your wise tutelage.” She was sure they were hear to ask for a raise in their compensation. The painting seemed…colorful enough.

The two painting maters flanked the sides of the painting of a flower. Close up and centered with deep red and blushing back the petals of pinks and gold. The colors dripped together in the juices of the paints mixed together, and neither of the painters could say anything else in the presence of the queen. 

And they were not about to suggest teaching the princess to paint…that.

So, Helaena went on her way, painting her flowers, with the help of the Reach girl’s spread legs. 

Ivyanne took a break from training, as Lady Alarie Mullendore rested her head on Ivy’s chest, her skirts pulled up around her waist as Helaena painted between her parted knees. Lady Oletta Redwyne sat with her mouth agape as she watched the painting come together, while she nursed a goblet of wine. Tatsu sharpened a blade. 

The girls spring to action when the tell tale sign of Lord Tyrell’s shoes clomped against the stone floor. Alarie lowered her skirts, and Helaena leaned herself back a comfortable distance to Westerosi men. 

“Good marrow, ladies,” Lord Tyrell offered, “painting, are we?” 

Helaena turned her canvas around to show the lord her work. 

“Ah! A rose! Perfectly fitting!” 

The girl’s shared a snicker. 

“Well, darling I have some most auspicious news!” he spoke to his daughter Ivyanne, who was still in her trousers from sword training. “The queen has accepted by offer of your hand to the young Prince Aemond. Could you imagine? The world’s largest dragon nesting in Highgarden? It will be simply glorious, simply glorious, now you ladies have a wonderful day, darling I shall see you later.” 

The lord babbled and eventually left the room, and all the ladies remained frozen in place. There had been no news of such an arrangement before Lord Tyrell just announced that it was accepted. 

“Ivy?” Alarie asked, sitting up from resting on her chest. 

Everything happened so quickly after Ivy unsheathed her sword. They Maids were running down the halls, chasing after Ivy, who’s sword was held with a precision too precise. “Ivy your trousers! You’re still in your pants, Ivy wait!” The girls called after her in confusion. 

Helaena knew where they were going. A place that had been strictly stated that Tatsu’s presence was not allowed. They said it was for the foreigners own protection, but Helaena knew what it was really about. 

Aemond did not like how is sword disappeared from his vision as he swung it wide, under the instruction of Ser Criston. He had been helping the young boy hone his skills in his newly adopted life. Cole had even gone so far as to wear an eyepatch while training, to get the feel of what the young boy was going through. 

“You!” Ivy shouted from the top of the stairs, Aemond saw a blade pointed his way as she jumped down the flight of stairs into the dirt. 

“Ser Crison?” he asked, half expecting it to be a jest set up by the man to help him find a more suitable opponent. 

She ran across the training yard, her sword drawn over her shoulder. With her first strike she cut Aemond’s wooden sword like a cooked meat. 

Aemond’s screamed joined the Maid’s that came shouting down the stairs. Criston drew his own sword from his belt, but he was disarmed and left with a deep gash on the top of his hand. 

Aemond was on his back, screaming to whatever god would hear him. Ivy brought her sword down into the dirt with the force enough to feld a tree. 

“Ivy!” The clang of metal against metal as Tatsu’s swords clashed against hers. “Run Prince!”

Aemond did not need to be told twice to move himself from her homocidel path. 

It took nearly every guard in the yard to subdue Ivyanne. Tatsu was hit on the back of the head with the hilt of a sword and went down quickly, but the guards were sure not to bring undo harm to a highborn lady. 

Aemond wanted as she screamed and fit and foamed at the mouth. He had witnessed Aemma’s tantrums his entire life, but Ivyanne had turned into a feral beast. A creature so unpredictable that a dragon would not engage. Crowds gathered from every direction, as the sound of a girl surely being murdered echoed through the keep. The maesters eventually forced liquid down her throat until her body went limp. 

The betrothal was called off soon after, and there was no other that followed.

a/n: the idea of Alicent, mom at 15, would force her 14 yo daughter to sleep with her brother makes me PHYSICALLY ILL, so my AUs generally always have single Aegon and Helaena 👍

Let me know what y'all think~ They will be side characters in the AU fic series I'm working on, but I could explore them on their own as well, if people want more~

If you liked what you read, want to comment, but can't think of anything to say, comment your favorite hand-held baked treat~ 🧁

[cherrynwinesk]

Boyfriend Headcanon's ~ Spreen

Género de historia/escrito: sfw/ fluff

Idioma: Español/Spanish

⚠️: ninguno

CC's: ElSpreen

Género de lector: neutral

📝: Todo el contenido es ficticio y se intenta adaptar la personalidad PÚBLICA de los cc's, es decir, la personalidad que se muestra ante camaras, no conozco la verdadera personalidad y cualquier parecido con la realidad es mera coincidencia.

🍒: Hola, las peticiones para todo tipo de escritos como escenarios o fics siempre están abiertas, puedes pedir de cualquier creador de contenido y el tipo de escrito, pregunta sin miedo c:

Master list

•Muy atento siempre

•Coincidieron por cosas de trabajo y se creo una buena conexión

•Trataría de que ambos tengan mucha confianza entre ustedes

•Antes de que fueran novios sería del tipo que te manda memes, videos o tiktoks para hacerte reír

•"Mira, así haces vos" y un tiktok de un animal haciendo un ruido extraño

•Como un bullying con cariño

•Y esa sería la mayor excusa para tenerlos a ambos chateando

•Es un chico ocupado pero siempre tendría tiempo para tí

•Le gustarías tanto y tendría tanto interés en ti que su iPhone estaría junto al mouse de su computadora y en cuanto sonará una notificación lo tomaría para ver si eres tú

•Te contesta al instante

•Le daría mucha pena decirte que le gustas o de que te dieras cuenta

•Te mandaría notas de voz en lugar de mensajes

•Y en las notas siempre termina con su risita nerviosa

•Te invitaria a salir algunas veces sin decirte las intenciones

•Como si fueran solo salidas de amigos pero solo es porque a él le da miedo decirte de salir como "cita"

•Trataría de no invitarte muy seguido para que no te des cuenta

•Al momento de tomar valor para pedirte oportunidad se tomaría todo 100% con seriedad

•A lo mejor te lleva a cenar lo más seguro

•Te diría que le empezaste a gustar y mucho

•Su cara estaría muy roja y no pararía de sonreír nerviosamente

•Te llevaría un regalo de cualquier cosa que te guste

•Te lo daría después de que aceptarás a su confesión diciendote "te lo iba a dar aún que me dijeras que no, pero no quería dártelo para presionarte y que me dijeras que si"

•Se pone paranoico y te da explicaciones de todo para que no pienses nada malo de él o sus acciones

•Esta vez él envolvió el regalo, y se esforzó solo porque era para ti (vio un tutorial en Youtube)

•Ya de novios te invitaría siempre a su departamento

•Trataría de trabajar y despejar sus pendientes los días que no se puedan ver para estar fuera de preocupaciones cuando te vuelva a ver y darte toda la atención a tí

•Como si fuera un día por la noche, y al día siguiente irías a visitarlo, estaría mandando grabaciones al editor, aclarando las ediciones y tal para al día siguiente no tener que ser interrumpidos por mensajes de su equipo de trabajo.

•Seria de cocinar juntos siempre y si no hay mucho tiempo él pediría comida a domicilio para cuando estuvieras en su casa, no tendrías que esperar

•Siempre tiene regalos para ti

•Todo lo que vea que te pueda gustar o cosas que le recuerden a ti, lo compra

•Siempre te tendría de la mano

•Acurrucados con su brazo sobre tus hombros para acercarte a él y te daría besos en la frente

•Tendría mucha iniciativa siempre tomando en cuenta las cosas que a ti te gusta hacer

•Tal vez no te prestaría su ropa, pero si se quitaría su gorra o sus lentes y te los pondría para "ver cómo te lucen a ti" y te los dejaría puesto