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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 10 months ago

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have you ever thought about yandere geto more specifically yandere CULT geto. cus i do. quite often.

HI ANON hmmm hm hm………… okay so honestly. i’m not super into yanderes at all so i don’t know if i’ll have much to contribute with when it comes to this kinda thing :’3 bUT i do love cult leader!geto to the moon and back + i’ve been thinking of him incessantly lately + i think he’s only a couple steps away from being a yan lol.

geto’s whole Thing is his contrast; he can kill a man swiftly, cruelly, only to go meet his beloved family right after with a genuine smile on his face. (we see that almost instantly in jjk 0!!) he really does have that cruel / soft contrast that i assume a bunch of yan content is built on…. he would treasure his beloved soooo dearly and i absolutely don’t think he’d shy away from killing any non-sorcerers that were giving them trouble… but again!! this isn’t even yan!geto, this is literally just Geto. that’s just how he is in canon 😭😭 he’s willing to go to any lenghts to protect his loved ones, and his own morals are aligned towards his view of non-sorcerers as non-human. he doesn’t see them as human, so why would he feel guilty for killing them?

but ok so to kinda go back to the idea of yan!geto… i think the biggest difference between him and yan!gojo (imo!!) is that gojo is willing to look past his morals to keep you safe, knowing that it’s Wrong but choosing not to care, while geto doesn’t let go of his morals — instead, he twists them until they align with what he’s doing. if that makes sense. to him, doing what he does for you is morally just. so he doesn’t feel shame or guilt for it.

aaaaand this is also why i don’t really feel Equipped to talk abt him….. because yan!geto would probably be a lot Worse than yan!gojo …….. and i’m embarrassingly sensitive to dark content :’3 i can see the appeal and the yan undertones are absolutely There but i think i see cult leader!geto in a very moe light PHJEHSJD he’s… my meowmeow. he can do no wrong. he hasn’t had a single evil thought in his Life <33

SOO to change the subject rq!!!!! kind of!!!! (i’m sorry anon i’ve just been thinking abt more fluffy scenarios w him lately and i need an outlet </3) i genuinely think cult leader geto!would be such a great lover :(( it’s easy to see him as a yan (AND THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG W THAT TO BE CLEAR) but i just . genuinely think he would be sooo gentle and loving and silly? protective and possessive and imposing, sure, but he would honestly rather die than hurt you in any way. i don’t think his soul could take it.

like. it’s just so telling that geto canonically lets his family believe what they want, and do what they want; he doesn’t force them to see non-sorcerers the same way he does, he doesn’t keep nanako & mimiko from exploring the world and interacting w non-sorcerers, and so on!! his own beliefs are steadfast, but he doesn’t use them as an excuse to confine the people he cares for. he trusts them and loves them and even though i’m sure he’s paranoid he lets them run free.

so!! i think he would be very patient and accepting no matter what his s/o believed or did. i can see him being a bit a Lot of a helicopter parent but it’s never malicious, it’s just for safety purposes!! he just couldn’t bear to have anything happen to you </3 cult leader!geto is cynical and cautious and he isn’t taking any chances when it comes to your safety. but!! he’s still so silly and doting and i think he’s just so sweet…. 🥺🥺 i’m writing the outline for a fic rn where his s/o works at a regular preschool and he hates interacting with your coworkers in any capacity but he still does it to make u happy … yk??? like how he went with his girls to eat crepes in jjk 0. he just wants to give and give. our acts of service king <333

overall i see cult leader!geto as someone who hides his inherent softness behind a dark exterior, and while he’s far more willing to be cruel than hs suguru was, he never really changed at his core!! he’s just overflowing with softness and care. we see this so clearly in the scene where he’s alone with nanamimi, his girls, and everything is soft and quiet and geto is completely unguarded. and he’s so, so soft. his softness doesn’t even have a twisted hint to it, he just loves you. and he wants the best for you. i think the horror would only come from seeing how quickly he goes from cooing into your ear to disposing of a non-sorcerer with a freezing look in his eyes; the whiplash is scary. but if it scared his s/o i think he’d be hell-bent on not letting you see him like that unless absolutely necessary.

it’s difficult because so much of his character in this stage of his life has to do with cruelty, but all he truly wants at his core is to create a world where his loved ones will be happy :(( where he can protect them properly. idk i just can’t really see cult leader!geto as toxic at the end of the day….. he’s a puppydog to me. a foxcoded, silly little guy. despite his cult leader / genocide loving tendencies i think he would be a very soft, selfless lover <333 overwhelmingly devoted. the weight of his devotion could honestly be frightening and i feel like he could be sweet in a kind of twisted way (something like this) but at the end of the day he’s very particular about only showing you his soft side.

THOSE ARE MY SPONTANEOUS THOUGHTS i’m sorry they weren’t too focused on yan!geto anon :’3 but i hope u got some enjoyment out of them anyway!!! if u have any thoughts of ur own then i’d absolutely love to hear em <33

#im just . a Bit too sensitive to certain tropes and dynamics ……… pshfjehhfvf …. so i just don’t think im equipped to talk abt yans </3 #aaaa but. i DO think geto would be a lot more twisted w a non-sorcerer reader!! someone he happened to fall for despite his beliefs #in a scenario like that i think he’d easily slide into yan territory …..#also ive come to the conclusion that i miiiight be moe-fying cult leader!geto a bit too much but i have no plans of stopping !!!#he’s my special little guy <333 #i do think that when you look at canon geto he really is just. so soft. he can be cruel but a lot of it is acting imo……#playing the part of his own ideal. etcetc. i see the nanamimi scene + his death scene as the two moments where he’s most Himself #and in both he’s a softie. tender and loving. :( i need to turn him into a smoothie so i can drink him #ask tag ✩

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actual-bill-potts · 1 year ago

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Beach prompt!! Russingon and “because he is the son of his father”? Love you sm and your writing is *chef’s kiss* ❤️❤️

Thank u!!! I love u sssssm too and I hope this does not disappointed beloved <3 (from this prompt list)

Findekáno did not often become truly angry. Not with Maitimo. Certainly not now; but indeed not even in Valinor had he often been visibly upset or even ruffled. He was cheerful and generous by nature, and since he had brought Maitimo back from - from there, he did not even show much impatience. Maitimo was more grateful for this than he could ever say. Next to the tightly-wound presence of his brothers, Findekáno was a balm more potent than anything that had been applied to the burns on Maitimo’s limbs; and when he was present Maitimo could almost feel - safe.

Usually.

But today Findekáno’s face was a storm-cloud, and Maitimo held his breath as before a lightning-strike as Findekáno entered his tent.

At the flinch, Findekáno’s stance immediately relaxed, and remorse crossed his face. He came to sit next to Maitimo.

"Melmenya," he said quietly.

"Findekáno," Maitimo returned, resting his head briefly upon his lover’s shoulder. "Is all well?"

Some of the tension returned to Findekáno’s frame. "I hope so," he returned, "but perhaps you will know better than I."

Oh.

Realization struck Maitimo at the same instant that Findekáno said, "Atar told me that you plan to pass the crown to him."

Maitimo exhaled carefully. He did not say anything.

Findekáno continued, hurt clear in his voice, "Why did you not tell me?"

"It -" Maitimo said. He stopped. "I…" Stopped again. In the face of Findekáno’s obvious upset he did not know what to say.

Findekáno’s face softened again. "I understand that it is - fraught," he said, "and that there is much grief bound up in it, and it may be difficult to talk about, but -"

Maitimo held up a hand - the closest he could come to interrupting Findekáno - and his cousin immediately stilled.

He said, "It is not that."

"Then - then what?" said Findekáno: frustrated again and trying to hide it. Maitimo was always too slow, now, slow to speak, to react, to move. He did not know how his family bore it.

But bear it they did, so he continued on.

"It is only that," Maitimo said, trying again, "that I thought you would be - be happy. Your father has wanted the crown for - many years. And you deserve - many crowns, and all honors, and my - my loyalty. Now you will have it. Without question."

Findekáno beside him was utterly still: so still that for a moment Maitimo thought perhaps it had all been a trick after all, and stilled himself. But then Findekáno turned to look at him. There was naked grief on his face.

"Maitimo," he said, "I have never wanted your - subservience. Nor did my father want the crown if it came at the cost of your father’s life. No matter what has happened between us since. I swear to you. I only want you to be happy." He hesitated. "And - you would be a good king, once you are recovered."

Will I recover? Maitimo wondered. But he did not say so. Instead he simply tilted forward, until his head hit Findekáno’s chest, and stayed there, and breathed in the scent of him. Ground beneath his feet, sky above his head.

Findekáno sighed, the movement of his shoulders rocking Maitimo, and gently began to card his hand through Maitimo’s curls.

"It is only," he continued, "I do not know if you are well enough for such a decision. I fear you will regret it. And I do not want you to give up what is rightfully yours out of some misplaced desire for…appeasement, I suppose, or…" he trailed off.

"What is mine is yours," said Maitimo, puzzled.

Findekáno’s fingers continued their gentle path through his hair. "And what is mine is yours, melmenya. But this is - this is what you have left of your father. He did great evil; but I yet grieve with thee for him. And you are not your father."

Maitimo did not want to think about his father.

He said, "Your father will be the better king."

"You cannot know that," Findekáno said softly.

"I do," said Maitimo. "Your father is the son of Finwë; I am the son of Fëanáro. That is how I know."

Findekáno sighed. But he did not say anything else. Instead he simply sat, and breathed, and let Maitimo sit in stillness until the healers came again.

#Maedhros #fingon #russingon #silm fic #my writing #asked and answered

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peopleinlovestink · 2 years ago

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I've watched all three episodes of bed friend and I'm obsessedddddddd. This show is gonna be as tasty as I had hoped it'd be.

Uea and King have the kind of chemistry I've been longing for since watching fighter and tutor in why r u.

The way they look at each other, move around each other, touch each other. That's legendary shit right there.

Uea, my beloved, my ice Prince. Im desperate for more of him. I'm so invested in watching me slowly thaw and let people in and let them take care of him. And I fucking adore the way he can't help being smittened by King. If I watch him hide one more fond smile caused by King I'm going to implode from the cuteness.

King is so darling too. I hope we get way more backstory on him. He's so fucking sweet and tactile and caring and my god I fucking looooove the way he's utterly memserised by Uea. They he always wants to be around Uea.

And bestie Jade is so fucking precious, he's by best boy. I wasn't all that interested in the show he's gonna be the main of but now I'm so looking forward to watching him have his own story.

I don't even care about the pacing issues in the first episode. This show is it. It has my full attention and I just know it's gonna have a hold on me long after it's done.

#bed friend #I knew I the chemistry was going to be insane after watching net and James in catch me baby #But this is dialed up to 100000 #It definitely helps that they get to play adult characters #God Im so upset that I'll only have them for 8 episodes 😭😭😭😭#But at least they'll be in jade's show #The way I'm already feeling the urge to rewatch all the episodes

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just-some-random-blogger · 5 months ago

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Daemon opens the door, but only darkness reveals itself to him.

I've been revitalized. I've been restored. I love it when you can tell how good a writer is with how HOOOOOKED you get from the first line.

ITS JUST SO GOOD LEMME TALK ABOUT IT SOME MORE I DONT KNOW WHY I FIND IT HARD TO READ BUT FICS LIKE THIS REFILL MY LIFE BAR SLAYYY

"Are you hiding from me, woman?" he murmurs.

GOT ME GIGGLING INTO MY PILLOW. HES SO CUTIE PIE I WANT TO BITE HIM

He walks over to a small table with fruit and sweet dishes on it. He takes a bunch of grapes between his fingers before letting them disappear into his mouth.

Just a snack snacking on a snack NO YOURE A SMALL TABLE WITH FRUITS AND SWEETS ON IT 😁😍

OH SEGUE as I was reading the authors note I was like 💀💀💀💀💀 NOT ME FINDING THIS ON MY PERIOD NAUR

Anyway

"Has another moon gone by?" he asks into the room and turns to your bed, where he recognises the outline of a figure under the covers. A slight grin plays around his lips before he walks towards the bed.

What does he even mean bro

If you're gonna tease me, maybe less convoluted? Or am I just dumb is he just asking if it's her period again 😭😭✋

"What's that smell?" he asks.

And suddenly your voice rings out, "It's oak bark tea... My abdomen is a cramp," you mumble from under the covers.

IM NOT GONNA LIE TO YOU I WAS LIKE CAN HE SMELL HER BLOOD MKakksjsoskkskKKKkkkksnsns IM GLAD THATS NOT WHAT IT WAS "I'm bleeding your dumb blonde 🤬🙃"

"What have we got here? I wonder what trouble could be brewing under here," he says, reaching lightly for the blanket.

An ak47

He smiles at your words, "Why would I do that when I have such a sight in front of me?" he says, a hint of sarcasm still in his voice again.

What a lil shit. Annoyed annoying husband my beloved

You sigh again and already feel his large, surprisingly warm hand on your abdomen... a warm touch of your dragon.

🤨✋ hollup you telling me you're shocked your hot husband is literally hot. Jail. I mean ok I'm just dramatic. Go back to school OH SHIT SHE DOENSG AHVE EDICATIOND

"Ah, ah, ah," he says and lies down next to you, his arm wrapped around your middle.

WITH HIS SHOES ON??????? Actually he removed it shhh I saw it

"I want you to feel good, love... It'll help you relax..." he murmurs into your ear, nibbling lightly.

Your honor I'm scared

You gasp and hold his hand back, "Daemon... there's blood... a lot... it's the first day..." you say hesitantly.

ME. IM LITERALLY HER. except it's technically the 2nd day. BUT LICHERALAY HERRR

"Do you want me to take care of you?" he whispers, kissing the soft skin behind your ear.

He chuckles softly again, another kiss landing on your neck, "Love... a true warrior isn't afraid of a little blood..." he murmurs.

Ur right I do be likin u covered in blood bUT-

"That's it... I'll take care of you..." he whispers in your ear and you nod slightly.

-IM SO GLAD HE DIDNT EAT HER OUT COS THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT HED DO I MEAN SLAY MORE POWER TO YOU KING LOVE THAT FOR HER ALSO BUT GAAAHHHHH I FEEL LIKE I CAN ONLY PERMIT IT IF ITS A VAMP YA KNOW

He just grins as you avert your eyes and blush. You hear the smacking sound as he licks his fingers.

🧍‍♀️ see but I respect that [STARTS A CHAINSAW WASH YOUR HANDS] but u respect the munches everywhere (idk what a munch is tbh I feel like I looked it up but

your honor hindi ko po matandaan {I don't remember, THIS IS ALICE GUO WHOS A MEME IN MY COUNTRY BECAUSE SHE KEEPS SAYING THAT👎👎👎👎})

WHAT DOES HE MEAN 😭😭😭😭 HES GONNA KILL HIMSELF??? AHJAJSJSS THAT WAS A JOKE BUT WHAY DOES HE MEAN HE'LL BE UPSET MORE THAT SHE BLEEDS???? HUHH??? YOU DUMB FUCKNG IDIOT WHAY DO YOU EMAN

Fire and blood - Daemon Targaryen x wife!reader

Author’s note: Before I got into my usual summary, this fic is part of a collab with a bunch of my lovely moots! @lady-phasma came to us with an ask about period sex and Daemon and being as lovely as she is, she offered us all the chance to collab on it. Choosing our own characters and how to play the story.

Please find the masterlist of everyone's fics here.

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Summary: You haven't been married to your husband Daemon Targaryen for very long - but you've learnt to enjoy your marriage to the Rogue Prince. But unlike normality, you haven't sought out Daemon for a few affectionate visits throughout the day, and that makes him suspicious…

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x wife!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Period smut; fingering (f in v), p in v sex - implied

Word count: 2.2 k

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Daemon opens the door, but only darkness reveals itself to him. He raises his eyebrows slightly, but steps into your shared chambers. He is looking for his wife, who has been by his side for several moons now.

During this time, he has already become accustomed to you seeking him out throughout the day, sometimes just to get a little peck and sometimes because you want to tell him something - but today you have not sought him out.

His heavy footsteps sound in your chambers as he walks further inside.

"Are you hiding from me, woman?" he murmurs.

He walks over to a small table with fruit and sweet dishes on it. He takes a bunch of grapes between his fingers before letting them disappear into his mouth.

But as he gets closer, he picks up an unusual scent.

"What's that smell?" he asks.

And suddenly your voice rings out, "It's oak bark tea... My abdomen is a cramp," you mumble from under the covers.

He's still smiling and comes closer to the bed.

"What have we got here? I wonder what trouble could be brewing under here," he says, reaching lightly for the blanket.

"No... Go away," you say quietly and try to hold the blanket tight.

But Daemon pulls the blanket down further and kneels on the bed with one knee.

"Ah... there you are... what a view," he says sarcastically as the blanket reveals your face. Your hair lies dishevelled on the pillow, your face a little sleepily puffy as your annoyed gaze meets his. "Yes....my beautiful wife," he says and smiles. He pulls the blanket down further and a "Go away," sounds from you again.

He smiles at your words, "Why would I do that when I have such a sight in front of me?" he says, a hint of sarcasm still in his voice again.

You sigh and try to turn away, but you feel Daemon kneel down further on the bed and his hand grips you gently.

"Ah, ah, ah," he says and lies down next to you, his arm wrapped around your middle.

His warm breath brushes the back of your neck as he presses his face into yours, "What's wrong," he whispers.

You sigh again and already feel his large, surprisingly warm hand on your abdomen... a warm touch of your dragon.

"I'm bleeding..." you say almost inaudibly, but Daemon hears your words and smiles slightly. He knows how you feel during your period. You're vulnerable and sleepy. The cramps force you to lie down and only warmth and strange teas from the maesters give you some relief... well, and other things.

But you're his wife and according to him, you should always feel carefree - but he can't refrain from teasing you a little.

"Pardon?" he whispers, smiling slightly, while you sigh lightly again.

"I'm bleeding..." you repeat your words and mumble into your pillow.

"Love..." he whispers again.

You close your eyes and feel this inner tension that tickles your fingertips.

"I'm on my period," you say a little louder into the pillow.

"Love... Sorry, I don't understand," Daemon replies and his lips graze your neck.

His behaviour makes you seethe, why can't he leave you alone?

"Daemon! Seven hells! I'm on my period! I'm in pain and I'm bleeding!", you call out and raise your head slightly.

He chuckles, "It's fine... no need to shout like that..."

You shake your head slightly, wanting to push his arm away, but he has a firm grip on you. His hand slides slowly downwards, his fingers make light, circular movements and you stiffen slightly.

"Daemon, what are you doing," you suddenly whisper.

"I want you to feel good, love... It'll help you relax..." he murmurs into your ear, nibbling lightly.

You gasp and hold his hand back, "Daemon... there's blood... a lot... it's the first day..." you say hesitantly.

He continues to nibble on your earlobe, his fingers sliding along your thigh, not in the least impressed by your words.

"You know there's nothing to be ashamed of. A woman's body is a natural, beautiful thing.... It's beautiful because it's you," he kisses your cheek and lets his nose glide gently along it. His hand strokes along your thigh and you feel a slight throbbing between your thighs alongside the numbing pain in your abdomen.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" he whispers, kissing the soft skin behind your ear.

You bite your lip lightly, but you shake your head slightly.

"Daemon... There really is a lot of blood..." you repeat your words quietly.

He chuckles softly again, another kiss landing on your neck, "Love... a true warrior isn't afraid of a little blood..." he murmurs.

His hand slides further, "Just relax..." he whispers and you try. Slowly, you close your eyes and try to concentrate on his touch as a heavy breath leaves your lips.

Gently, he kisses your neck and shoulder as he holds you close."It's nothing to be ashamed of either. Especially not my wife. It's natural," he whispers in your ear.

His fingers pull your nightgown up, very slowly. His fingers leave a fiery trail on your thigh and you try to ignore the dull ache that runs through your abdomen.

You can't suppress it, your hips begin to move in slight circular motions as his fingers glide through your pubic hair, caressing you. You gasp as you can already feel his arousal from behind as he presses himself lightly against you.

His fingers reach their destination, slowly running along your folds, and you gasp again – your legs spread slightly.

"That's it... I'll take care of you..." he whispers in your ear and you nod slightly.

The sweetest moan escapes your lips as his fingers find your pearl and apply light pressure. Your legs spread wider and a smile graces his lips.

"Daemon..." you gasp.

"I know..." he whispers, nibbling on your earlobe again as his fingers rub gently over your clit.

"Your body is natural and beautiful. Even in all its bloody glory," he whispers and you nod, your breathing quickening.

He kisses you on the cheek again as his fingers tease over your glistening entrance, gently spreading your folds.

You feel the familiar stretch as his fingers slide inside you. But not all the way in, he teases you a little and you exhale heavily, your hips moving towards his fingers, longing for his touch. And then he fulfils your craving – his fingers stretch your walls, trying to find a good angle, pushing deeper. He revels in the slickness that coats his fingers, the evidence of your arousal mingling with the blood that flows.

"Feel how wet you are for me," he whispers teasingly, his smile pressing against the back of your neck.

"Daemon!" you gasp, but also a small moan leaves your lips.

He chuckles briefly, but your concentration is once again fully on his movements as his fingers penetrate deeper.

"Gods..." you gasp and he grins. Slowly, but firmly, his fingers push forward. He can feel your walls clench, longing for release.

"You know I love all the sounds you make, but I love your moans the most. I can feel your walls tighten around my fingers as if your body wants to hold me inside you while I make you tremble..." he whispers in your ear.

You moan again as his thumb grazes your pearl. He continues his expert ministrations, he is determined to make you forget the discomfort, to lose yourself in a wave of pleasure that only he can provide.

His fingers curl inside you, beckoning you as his thumb presses against your clit again. You press your arse against his hardness and he moans into your neck. As he feels your hips moving towards his fingers, urging for more, he complies, increasing the intensity of his movements. He curls his fingers, angling them to hit that sweet spot within you, knowing exactly how to drive you wild with desire.

"Moan for me…" he commands, his voice laced with dominance, "Let me hear your pleasure, let it echo through these chambers."

And you obey as his fingers thrust deeper. He bites into your neck as his fingers tease your walls. His fingers continue their exploration, delving deeper inside you, seeking out the spots that make you writhe with pleasure. He maintains a steady rhythm, his touch skilled and attentive to your body's responses.

Smacking noises echo in your chambers as his fingers pump in and out faster. His fingers sliding in and out of your wetness with ease. With each thrust of his fingers, he can feel the slickness and warmth of your arousal, heightening his own desire.

He starts to apply more pressure and lets a third finger slide in. He knows what you like and he gives it to you the way you need it. He stretches your walls while they continue to clench around his fingers. Daemon's eyes gleam with a mixture of desire and possessiveness as he feels your response to his touch. He revels in the power he holds over your pleasure, his fingers moving with a practiced precision.

"Oh, my sweet wife," he murmurs, the words laced with a mixture of possessiveness and anticipation. "You are so responsive, so eager for my touch."

His body presses against yours, his hard length grinding against your backside as he continues to pleasure you with his fingers. His lips find your ear, his breath hot against your skin. Your fear of smearing him with your blood is forgotten, you need more.

"Daemon... Daemon," you whimper again and again, your arm reaching back, to the back of his head. Your fingers reach into his silky hair and he grunts. As he continues to drive you towards the peak of pleasure, Daemon's own desire grows, his need for release becoming undeniable. But at this moment, he's focused solely on your pleasure, on taking you to the edge and beyond, on helping you forget your discomfort.

"Yes... my love... Come on, come on my fingers, milk them like you always milk my cock when I fuck that delicious cunt," he growls into your neck.

And that pushes you over the edge. You cry out, your walls tightening around his fingers and Daemon grunts out.

You whimper, your hand gripping his hair tighter as he kisses your neck. Your eyes are closed, your breathing rapid as he pulls his fingers out when your walls stop clenching. A pleasant warmth flows through your abdomen, soothing away the pain more effectively than every maester's tea could.

As you catch your breath, you glance slightly over your shoulder and look at Daemon. He chuckles as he looks at his fingers, they're covered in blood.

"This is a sight I couldn't have imagined at the beginning of the day..", he kisses your neck again, "But I'm going to enjoy it“, he whispers into your ear.

"Daemon, no!" you say with wide eyes.

He just grins as you avert your eyes and blush. You hear the smacking sound as he licks his fingers.

But now you have to laugh as you stare at him again – his eyes are closed and he seems to be enjoying it.

"You're impossible..." you say softly as he still licks his fingers.

"Daemon, stop it!" you say and giggle, but he just grins and pulls you closer to him again.

"Delicious," he murmurs.

He starts stroking and caressing your belly again.

His breathing slows down as he holds you close. The sounds and smell of you, your little body in his embrace, it's almost more than he can bear at this moment.

He gently grabs your chin, as if he were holding something fragile and precious, and gently pulls your head upwards. When you return his gaze, it is gentle and tender.

"And you are my wife. You may feel sick, you may bleed, sometimes I may even be the cause of your anger. But that's all part of your body's natural rhythm. So please, my sweet girl, never hide from the pain, never keep your misery a secret. Otherwise, I promise you, it will cause me more grief than your blood..." he says gently. These moments with him are rare, but you savour them – your lovely husband. You lean towards him and let your lips slide onto his. He growls slightly and you feel his hand on your arse. You giggle slightly and feel his smile on your lips.

But the grip on your arse tightens and he pulls you towards him, positioning you perfectly against his crotch. He still can't hide his excitement and you gasp slightly. Your lips are still dancing around each other, you can feel the coppery taste on his tongue as he starts to undo his trousers. He growls again as his hand spreads your cheeks slightly and presses his hardness between your thighs from behind. You whimper as his cock slides along your folds.

"Let's see if we can give you a little more relief, shall we?" he growls against your lips and you moan as the tip of his cock presses against your slick entrance.

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#daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen x you #daemon fanfic

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chaosangel767 · 3 years ago

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Hi. Can I pls request for The army bois with a mc who uh- sleeps with a stuffed animal lol or a pillow hugger Pls and ty :) (also ur my fav hc writer, it took a while to get the courage to ask lol, if u do this then tytytytytytyyyyyy) if it's too much then pls ray, lance, jonah, fenrir and luka ^^

Of course you can! ❤ I absolutely adored making this HC list. I love stuffed animals and body pillow so this hit pretty close to home. Enjoy! 😘

HC’s: How they react to a Pillow hugging/Stuffy Loving MC Pt. 1

❤ Lancelot ❤

His Alice is a stuffy lover. At first he was really curious about it. He doesn’t understand why a stuffed animal is so comforting to you. He never had one in his childhood and can’t wrap his head around it.

When he realizes how much better you sleep holding a stuffed animal he stops wondering and just accepts it. He wants to make sure you are comfortable since he works a lot and can’t always hold you at night.

He buys you a stuffed Lion so that you have something to hold from him, he doesn’t like seeing you hold things that he didn’t buy. You take right to the lion and he is happy to see how receptive you are to the gift. Seeing you asleep holding the lion he got you always makes him want to work faster so he can hold you.

He’ll always hold you and make sure the Lion’s in your arms so that you don’t wake up worried.

He added a magic crystal to the center of the lion so that it can be warmed up. It will stay warm for an hour or so before cooling off.

Lancelot hears soft whimpers from the bed where you lay. He creeps closer to see you on your side holding your stomach, the lion in your arms.

“Alice, are you okay?” His voice is laced with worry and you whimper, clutching the lion closer to your stomach as another cramp rips through your abdomen causing a cry to fall from your lips. Understanding what is going on, the King of Hearts lays behind you and pulls you into his arms.

“Can I see the lion for a moment?” Lancelot asks, resting one warm hand on your abdomen, you nod and reluctantly give up your beloved stuffy. Lance pressed a hand to its stomach and a soft glow emits from the lion's stomach. He gives it back to you, pressing the lion to your stomach, warmth emitting from the animal.

“Lance,” you sigh as the pain in your abdomen starts to lessen and you are able to drift off in the arms of your lover, holding the warm stuffed animal. Lancelot ends up holding you for the rest of the afternoon, making sure the lion helped with any pain and keeping you warm, he loved having you in his arms and seeing you hold the lion and just be vulnerable moved him so much. He makes a silent promise to make sure you are always relaxed and smiling.

❤ Jonah ❤

Jonah doesn’t understand why you have to steal the extra pillows at night to cuddle, especially his favorite fluffy pillow.

He will fall asleep with you in his arms and wake up to find you away from him with a pillow in your arms.

He gets a little jealous at the fact you would rather cuddle the pillow and it takes a while for him to understand it isn’t something that you fully control when you sleep.

Jonah buys a large pillow for you to cuddle and relaxes a little when he sees how happy it makes you.

"Why sleep with that when you can have me?" Jonah huffs as you sheepishly tell him that you can’t sleep without holding a pillow. He crosses his arms and looks away, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. Jonah doesn't understand how you can cuddle a pillow. That night you fall asleep cuddling him, but wake up with your back against him cuddling a pillow.

A few days go by with this pattern, Jonah is still a little huffy about having to share his night time cuddles with a pillow. He has you close your eyes though and when you open them he is holding a large pillow, it is even bigger than his and is super soft and smells like strawberries.

“If you are going to cuddle a pillow I want it to remind you of me. I don't like that you cuddle just any pillow” He explains looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. He is secretly happy that you adore the pillow not that he would ever admit it.

Jonah’s new favorite sight is coming back to his room after a long day to see you cuddling the pillow he got you fast asleep. He gets used to cuddling you around the pillow and even enjoys it

♠️ Ray ♠️

Ray is super worried when he notices you haven't been sleeping great since staying with him.

Eventually you admit you usually fall asleep with a stuffed animal. You reveal the animal you had been using that Seth had bought you.

Ray doesn't understand why you are so nervous about it. He kisses you and pulls you into his arms, stuffed animal and all.

He eventually gets you a cat stuffed animal, he doesn’t like the fact you are cuddling something so close that another man got you.

He gets a cat that can also hold a magic crystal and heat up, it quickly becomes your favorite of your stuffed animals.

Ray will shower you with various stuffed animals and lets you keep them in a box under the bed for when you need comforting.

"Hey weirdo, why are you acting all shy?" Ray presses a kiss to your cheek as you look away.

"It's embarrassing" Your voice is muffled since you're hiding it in the stuffed animal Seth got you. Ray softly finds your chin-and lifts your gaze to his. He softly brushes your hair away from your face and takes in your nervous eyes.

“Why?” His voice is gentle as he tries to understand the big deal, clearly this is something important to you and he is trying to understand. You sigh defeated and tell him about the comments you have received in the past about how childish it is and that you were scared of what he was going to think. Ray wraps his arms around you and holds you against him, letting you bury your face as he softly rocks you.

"Hey, it's not a big deal. Everyone has ways they fall asleep, or wierd little quirks." He softly encourages you. The two of you get ready for bed in silence while Ray pulls you into his arms letting you comfortingly hold the stuffed animal, you relax against him and keep the animal tight in your arms, you sleep much better that night.

The next morning Ray leaves early and you feel a little nervous still about your little secret coming out into hiding. Your fears are soon quelled when Ray comes back that night with a cat stuffed animal that has a crystal in its stomach allowing it to heat up for pain or for comfort. You hug him tightly, starting to cry at how happy the little cat makes you.

"See Alice, all that matters is that you are sleeping well and happy. "Ray murmurs as he demonstrates the crystal feature and keeps you close to him, pressing another kiss to your forehead before you both drift off into a peaceful sleep. You thank your stars that you have such a caring, understanding boyfriend as you drift off.

♠️ Luka ♠️

He is confused when you don't want to sleep in the same bed as him. He thinks he did something wrong. He gets really confused and upset, trying to find out what is wrong.

You sheepishly tell him that it is because you have to sleep with a stuffed animal. Luka is slightly confused so you bring him to your room and show him your horde of stuffed animals in the closet. Seth has been giving you cute ones when he finds them after he stumbled on your hobby.

You explain to Luka that they comfort you and Luka tentatively picks one up, not sure how to feel.

He gets a little jealous that Seth knew about your hobby before he did and that Seth has been buying you stuffed animals.

He goes out and gets you a few new ones to keep in his room for when you stay the night. In secret he actually likes running his fingers along the fur of one of the stuffed animals, he can see the appeal of them.

Luka absolutely adores coming back from his late night training to see you curled up in his bed with one of the stuffed animals he bought you. He will fall asleep holding you and the stuffed animals. He’s been sleeping for most of the night since you look so adorable.

Definitely bought matching stuffed animals for you two for your anniversary.

“Fine, do you promise not to laugh?” you look skeptically at Luka who gives a serious nod. You lead him to your room and pull a box from under the bed that is filled with stuffed animals that Seth bought you once he found out you don’t sleep well without them.

“What are these?” Luka pulls a hamster stuffed animal from the box softly running his hands along the soft stuffed animal.

“They are stuffed animals, they make great cuddle companions” You answer and Luka looks confused.

“Why do you hide them?” He looks up meeting your eyes with his inquisitive amber gold ones.

“It is considered childish in my world to have them at my age, but they comfort me and I have trouble sleeping without them. Seth got me these when I first arrived, I’ve been using them ever since. ” I look away in shame as I explain and Luka catches my chin.

“It's okay, I understand.” Luka picks up the hamster one and pulls you out of the room, bringing the stuffed animal and you back to his room for the night.

The next day off he goes out and finds the softest, cutest stuffed animals for you and gives them to you for his room. He runs his fingers along them and smiles softly as he watches your face completely light up at them.

He comes in from training that night to see you cuddling two of them and his heart absolutely melts as he pulls you close, stroking the stuffed animals as well as stroking your hair.

♠️ Fenrir ♠️

Fenrir is extremely calm when he finds out you tend to steal and hug his pillows as you sleep. He finds out by waking up a few nights in a row with his pillow missing from under his head and being in your arms. Apparently you can take his pillow from under his head while he is sleeping and he thinks it is the funniest thing.

Even though you are mortified, he just smiles at you and wraps you up in a hug pulling you and the pillow close to him.

He teases you a little about it, but honestly this boy falls more in love with you, you are so cute curling up hugging a pillow.

He enjoys seeing you so peaceful and if that means getting you a pillow to hold then that is what the Ace of Spades will do for you. The man will find the perfect pillow for you, he has a custom case made for you as well.

He gets used to cuddling you from behind so you can still hold the pillow, he loves wrapping you up in his arms, the pillow rarely gets in the way now.

"Stop laughing" you pout and cross your arms as the Ace of Spades laughs at you.

"There's nothing to be nervous of," Fenrir reaches out to cup your cheek. You brush him off and run your hand through your hair.

"It's embarrassing "You growl, feeling the shame that always settles within you when you are confronted with your sleeping habits.

"Babe, you know there is nothing wrong with hugging a pillow when you sleep right?” You can hear the laughter in his voice and turn away and pout, feeling his arms hold me close, I could feel his chest shaking in laughter.

"Why are you laughing so much?" You growl and Fenrir rests his head against my check.

"I'm laughing because you keep stealing my pillow. From under my head. While I sleep. You creep. "He laughs and you huff, bonking him with a pillow.

"It's not my fault" You yell at him and he sighs, raising his hands.

“Okay Babe I understand, I'm done teasing you. You just look so cute all cuddled up with my pillow " Fenrir apologizes and you feel bad for yelling. A kiss and cuddles make everything better.

2 days later Fenrir comes home with a pillow for you to cuddle that is larger than his and has a custom case. You fall instantly in love, cuddling the pillow and you stop stealing Fenrir’s pillow. Fenrir immediately cuddles you and lets you hold your new pillow, finding your smile the cutest thing in the world as he holds you.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev headcanons #ikemen revolution headcanons #Jonah clemence #Luka clemence #lancelot kingsley #ray blackwell #fenrir godspeed

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alstroemeriadissonance · 3 years ago

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hi! first of all, thank you so much for blessing us with sexy vyn fics 🥺 aaaah im shy for asking this but, just in case you wanna do this prompt (?) id be soo soooo grateful!

you see, i was watching the pv for secrets of the tomb and goddammit vyn is just TOO PRETTY. he aint handsome in that pv. hes goddamn BEAUTIFUL, the man's even prettier than rosa herself. and then theres marius. of course, marius—the king, the pharaoh, whatever he may be, hes def powerful.

in the pv, artem looks like hes a legal consultant or smth, and luke still working undercover, while vyn... vyn looks like hes the king's frickin favorite. relaxing here and there, in the waters, looking so damn fine in under the evening sky.

so what if marius is indeed the king/pharaoh, and vyn is his... consort? his beloved, his concubine, his lover, the list goes on. and vyn is HIS FAVORITE. spoils him here and there and treats him well, except when theyre in the sheets, of course. and marius goes home after a long day of work and sees the love of his life and they just frickin drive themselves to oblivion.

p.s. vynmarius is giving me hua cheng and xie lian vibes, if u read/watch heavens official blessing...

The beauty in his movements.

Marius x Vyn

I really want to do this request SotT style but I'm still not confident enough to pull off the setting (despite the shitton of reading I've done so far), so instead of doing an AU...

I'm writing this as if this is a sequel to Chiaroscuro (Pt 01 | Pt 02 | Pt 03)

Warning: Suggestive scenes; obsessive behavior

Why is it that whenever I try to make them kiss Marius and Vyn always turn out to be emotionally stunted fuckwads?

"You should concentrate on your assigned literature, Marius." Vyn murmured, his lips still hovering over the rim of his teacup. "Do let me know if you find reading here in my garden too distracting for you." He takes a small sip of his English breakfast before setting the teacup back onto the saucer.

Marius did not hide the fact that he was following Vyn's every movement closely. His amethyst eyes observed how Vyn's fingers held the handle; how his lips met the ceramic rim; how Vyn's eyelids lowered slightly as he sipped, as if ruminating on how the tea tasted.

Every movement, small and grand, did not escape Marius's eyes. All were captured for his future reference, for his next opus.

It just so happened that Vyn, in his eyes, was a veritable work of art, in and of himself. From the older man's exotic appearance--hair of moonlight silver and eyes of honeyed amber gold--to how he moved ever so elegantly, with nuance yet with unmistakable masculine strength when required (Marius was quite literally floored, once); his dulcet, gentle voice that could effortlessly draw blood upon command...

Needless to say, Marius was smitten over his muse.

"The garden isn't what's distracting me, Vyn," Marius said; all learned etiquette flying out the window with his elbow on the iron wrought outdoor table and chin on hand. "It's you."

Marius closed his thick, aged textbook with a thud and moved to the seat next to his private tutor. "I can't get enough of you, Vyn," he whispered. "Even the way you drink tea is totally distracting."

His hand crept up to Vyn's thigh. "God, you're just a walking work of art," Marius murmured before leaning forward for a slow kiss.

His dark bangs mingled with Vyn's silver wisps, their hands furtively seeking each other's bodies as their lips locked ever so sensuously; the very picture of what should never, ever happen in a teacher-student relationship.

When Marius surfaced from the kiss, he saw a glimpse of Vyn's face with glasses askew; his amber-gold eyes still half-closed, obscured by his long silver lashes. His tutor's lips were still ever-so-slightly puckered, glistening wet with their mixed saliva.

The beautiful sight triggered something in him, prompting Marius to roughly pull Vyn into his arms and, once again, claim his tutor's lips with his needy own.

"Mm--" Vyn groaned, his mouth filled with Marius's tongue. He tried struggling, hands now on Marius's chests trying to push himself away.

Marius eventually finally let go of him, a thin thread of saliva connecting their lips as he pulled away until it broke from tension. "Just what I needed," he said as he licked his lips.

Vyn sighed as he fished his microfiber cloth out of the pocket of his white coat. "Do be thankful that I am bumping up your grades ever so slightly, Marius, gifted student that you are," he said as he took off his eyeglasses to wipe the lenses. "But if this keeps on going and you do not show any improvement, I will have to reconsider taking you under my wing for the next semester."

"You and I very well know that my grades won't ever be a problem," Marius grinned. "You're totally out of options on getting rid of me."

"Really now." Vyn put his eyeglasses back on, and looked at Marius coolly. "Is that a challenge?"

"Not really," Marius said, truthfully. "Not even my father would be able to twist your arm if you really want to stop tutoring me, Vyn. I'm just taking away all valid reasons of you getting away from me, is all."

"Is that so. Not even the threat of reporting your sexual harassment of your private tutor?"

"That again?" Marius's lips curled into a twisted smile. "I'd gladly step into the funeral pyre for you, if you keep on insisting of bringing it up. If my suffering by way of media and public stoning gets you your jollies I'd be glad to oblige."

"Ah." Vyn pursed his lips, staring at his rather passionate student with impassive eyes.

Marius then drops all traces of mirth from his face. "You're never getting away from me, Vyn Richter," was his bold declaration, his face a mirror of Vyn's cold, detached stare. "I will make you look at me. Me, and not at my brother's shadow.

"I like you. You're my favorite person." Marius reached out to trace Vyn's lips with a fingertip. "I will get you. Just you wait."

A self-satisfied smile then bloomed across his face.

"Soon enough you will be looking for Marius. Not Giann."

Vyn remained expressionless, yet the hand reaching for his teacup slightly trembled.

"You always spelled trouble, Marius. Very well then."

===

"Delivery for Dr. Richter," a staff member called out after knocking on the door to his office.

"Come in," Vyn said as he flipped through files on the tablet connected to his workstation. "You may place the--" his voice cut off upon seeing the rather ludicrous item being hauled into his office.

"W-where should I place this, Doctor?" the staff member asked as he struggled to carry the immensely large floral arrangement that was barely contained by the vase it came in. He almost teetered underneath the weight of the entire thing.

Vyn quickly pushed himself out of his swivel chair and hurried to assist him. "Let me help," he said, his words punctuated with a soft grunt as he grabbed the other side of the behemoth of a celadon vase.

Eventually they managed to set it by a bare corner of the office. All things considered, it filled the space rather tastefully despite being a six-foot monstrosity of a floral offering to Dr. Vyn Richter: full of lilies, gladiolus, and myriad colors of roses framed by palm fronds and pampas grass.

Vyn thanked the staff member for his help as he left, throwing him a token apology for his troubles.

"No worries, Dr. Richter," he said. "Though whoever it is in PAX who's been giving you these gifts...they're relentless."

Vyn pursed his lips as he flipped the signage hanging by his door to indicate Dr. Richter is OUT, and closed the door of his office.

He took out his smartphone and put Marius on speed dial.

"Well? Did you like it?" came Marius's voice as soon as he picked up.

"What are you playing at, Marius?" Vyn asked, voice clipped, as he walked to a nondescript cabinet set nearby his desk.

He opened one of the doors to reveal a tall pile of gifts--all unopened--that Marius had sent him for the past couple of weeks. "I will be very disappointed if you actually thought a faculty member can be easily bought off by these trinkets."

"What, did you think that I merely bought them from signature brands?" Marius huffed on the other end of the line. "Vyn. You are talking to Marius von Hagen, artist."

"Which means?"

"If I have to spell it out to you, my dear object of obsession," Vyn could almost hear Marius's grin. "I designed each and every one of them. Some of them made by my own hands. You'd see if you bothered opening those gifts.

"Even the celadon vase for the flowers I just sent you. I made it myself." Marius laughed. This time Vyn could easily taste the self-satisfied smirk that was no doubt playing on his student's lips right that very moment. "Though I should say making that was goddamn difficult--I had to look for a pottery studio that both specialized in celadon AND had a large enough kiln to fit that thing in. So don't go breaking it--I don't think I can make something like that ever again."

Vyn's brow furrowed. "Marius, I admit that you had caught me in a moment of utter weakness when I visited you," he began, "But you cannot--"

"No Vyn, it's too late to say that," Marius interrupted. Then in a low voice, he whispered "I had you, I tasted you--and I will make sure I will be the only one who can have you."

Vyn did not say anything in reply.

"Well, I'll be seeing you in our next session," Marius said in his usual brusque manner of speech. "Time to babysit these old farts. Bye~"

The line cut off.

"To hell with it, Marius," Vyn muttered as he carefully brought out the pile of gifts from the cabinet and transferred them onto his desk.

He said designed these. Very well, let us see.

A slim rectangular box wrapped in teal caught his eye. Vyn methodically unwrapped the paper, wedging a fingernail underneath the strips of packaging tape to prise them off.

All tape removed, he carefully unraveled the glossy wrapping paper to reveal a rather unremarkable white box.

He lifted the lid.

A necktie. Vyn gently gathered the wine red silken strip with his fingers; the fabric was soft, yet sturdy enough as required for neckties.

At first glance it was no different from the wine red ties that he always used and owned in multiples, but when he unfolded the silken strip he could see a barely-there shadow of a large stylized fleur-de-lis woven into the fabric itself.

The design was placed asymmetrically on the wider end of the necktie, in such a way that it would be completely hidden underneath his waistcoat.

In a fit of fancy Vyn slipped into his office's washroom and slipped off the necktie he was currently wearing, replacing it with Marius's gift.

With his waistcoat on the necktie didn't look any different than what he had on previously, except for the sheen of the silk fabric.

It is not so bad. I suppose I shall keep this.

He folded his other necktie and placed it in his closet on the way back to the desk.

There were several more boxes awaiting his inspection, but Vyn decided to bring them home so he may take his time unwrapping them later.

What caught his eye at the moment was the large celadon vase of the flower arrangement Marius sent him today. Vyn crossed the length of his office to closely behold the pale grey-green glossy ceramic.

Marius said he made it himself. The vase was made with painstakingly detailed lattice cutwork. It was quite obvious that it took a lot of effort into putting everything together, setting aside the matter of applying its unique glaze.

Vyn ran a palm across the glossy lattice surface, imagining Marius working on the details with a pottery chisel, most probably with his usual jacket either draped over a chair, or tied to his waist. The already short sleeves of his shirt rolled up to reveal more of his upper arms; sweat--

Wait.

Vyn bit hard into his thumb, making use of the sharp pain as an emergency brake to immediately halt his thoughts careening to the point of no return.

I am doing it again.

===

The tutoring session this time took place in the von Hagen estate, in the study adjacent to Marius's room.

Or supposed to, as the books--old tomes from Vyn's private collection--were somehow toppled off the table, scattered all over the lush carpeted floor.

Instead of books, what Marius studied intently over the table was his tutor, laid rather haphazardly onto the smooth varnished surface.

Marius tenderly cupped Vyn's cheek with his palm, taking his sweet time devouring his tutor's with his own. Tongue sliding against tongue, heavy breaths intermingling with each other's.

"You're wearing the tie. I can't believe it," Marius breathed as he briefly surfaced from the torrid kissing. "I'm glad. I really am." He then dipped once again to resume the kiss, his free hand ever-so-carefully pulling out the necktie from under the waistcoat, letting his fingers caress the silken fabric.

"I'm fighting the urge to tug at the necktie," Marius said in between sloppy kisses. "Because you hate relinquishing control. I respect that now."

The only response he got was Vyn's arms sliding onto his back, pulling him even closer.

Humming happily, Marius completely broke off from the kiss. He removed his hands from his beloved object of obsession to prop himself up on the table with elbows planted on Vyn's either side.

"I'm tempted to go further with you, Vyn, I really am," Marius said with a half-smile.

Vyn, having caught his breath, finally spoke since Marius initiated their making out. "And what is stopping you?"

"I said I will make you look at me." Marius's smile turned a touch wistful. "I will make you seek me out. Not as a stand in for my brother, but me. Myself. And until that happens," he traced Vyn's cheekbone, jawline with a fingertip. "I will hold back."

He tenderly tilted Vyn's chin up to guide the older man's lips to his once again.

I'm winning, am I?

===

"Aaaaah. Fuckit." Marius flopped onto the plush leather sofa inside one of the private rooms reserved for VIPs.

PAX was hosting yet another charity gala, and Marius, acting CEO and by default the major sponsor of the event, had to make his usual rounds, diving headlong into the battlefield of rival businessmen, underlings with ulterior motives, and myriad doting distant relatives pushing their daughters onto him in the vain hopes of striking a marriage of alliances.

He was already operating on autopilot, yet the farcical dance of pleasantries and cloaked words wore him down mentally--he still wondered how others managed to do it and still have the time of their lives.

Marius reached for his phone and dialed Vincent. "Hey Vince--yeah. I'm just in the private lounge, but don't let anyone know yet...I need to rest." A pause. "Oh? He was looking for me? Did he say why?" Another pause. "Yeah, he's fine. Let him up here if he wants to."

After a long spell of much deserved quiet Marius fell asleep in the sofa for a few minutes, until he felt his head drop forward; he managed to catch himself before he planted face first into the carpeted floor.

Shit. I'm so tired. He glanced at his smartphone--still an hour before he was due to deliver his closing remarks that would precede the after-party event.

Feeling a headache coming on, Marius fished out the pill case from his pocket and shook out a tablet. He was about to take it dry when he heard the door swing open.

"Hello, Marius," Vyn strode through the door, donning a white-tie ensemble looking for all the world like the handsome European royalty that he actually is.

A sharp intake of breath from Marius. "Vyn. You look..."

Vyn cocked an eyebrow, prompting him to complete the sentence.

"Ravishing. Beautiful. Alluring. Should I pull out the thesaurus so I can say them all?"

"If you need a thesaurus for something so elementary, Marius, I will be very disappointed." Vyn crossed the distance between them and took a seat in the leather sofa right next to Marius.

Vyn noticed the pill in Marius's gloved hand. "Headache?"

"Mm. Yeah." Marius said. "Though I have to admit I forgot about it when you walked in." He was about to pop it dry when Vyn held his hand.

"That's a good way to keep it from taking effect immediately," Vyn muttered as he stood up to grab a bottled water from the minibar and unscrewed the cap. "Here."

"Thanks." Marius finally managed to take the pill, downing it with several gulps of water. "So what brings you here, my muse?"

Vyn seemed to ignore his student's pet name for him. "I was worried. You look like you'd fall apart after a few more marriage proposals."

Marius made a moue. "Ehh? Was it that obvious? I thought I was doing a good job hiding how much I'm this close to kicking people in the eye."

"Oh, you are, I am sure," Vyn said as he took his seat again and crossed his legs. "But nothing escapes my eye, of course. Especially when it comes to you."

His words put a grin on Marius's face. "Wait. Don't say anymore, or I'll explode with happiness."

"Heh."

"Though really, Vyn, why are you here?" Marius closed his eyes as he sank deeper into the comfortable softness of the sofa, letting himself relax a little with his preferred company. "Last time I managed to catch a glimpse of you you were having a nice time mingling with the other executives."

Vyn gave Marius a side-eye. "That counted as a nice time for you?" The displeasure was very evident on both his face and tone of voice. "If I used this affair as a practical exam on observing micro-expressions, you would have gotten a flat F. I will be so offended that I will not bother bumping up your grade."

Marius snorted. "Well if I weren't assballs deep in having to deal with shit myself I would probably do a better job observing other guests."

"I am serious, Marius. It would do you good if you paid more attention to these details."

"Mhm." Marius shrugged it off. He was already doing fine in that department, or so he believed. He was, after all, trained for it since childhood.

A period of companionable silence followed.

Vyn was the first to break it. "I am here, seeking you out."

Marius blinked. "Run that by me again, Vyn?" He knew what he heard, but he was zoning out so he needed to make sure he had heard correctly.

"I am seeking you out, Marius." Vyn bit his lip. "Do not make me repeat myself."

Ah. Shit.

A thousand angels sang hallelujahs in Marius's head. Shit. I won. I actually won. Suddenly the headache had dissipated--Marius did not care if it was due to the medicine, or the elation that Vyn had essentially raised the white flag and is now irrevocably his.

Marius immediately moved to grab Vyn's shoulders, pinning his tutor underneath him onto the plush leather. "You are mine." he said before he dipped in for a kiss, softly biting at Vyn's lower lip. "Mine." He slipped a hand behind Vyn's head, pressing his face even closer to him as he kissed him quite hungrily, sucking on his tutor's tongue.

"Mine."

Vyn softly moaned into Marius's mouth, shuddering with need--yet he knew that this was not the right time to claim his prize. Reluctantly he pulled away from the kiss to say "The program is not yet done, Marius. Not yet."

"Damn it." Marius gritted his teeth. His hard-on was apparent to both of them; it was grinding not so subtly against Vyn's thigh. "I suppose I can let Vincent handle--"

Vyn grinned, a glint of familiar cruelty back in his eyes.

Marius had to blink to register the discordance between the situation and Vyn's behavior.

Realization dawned over Marius.

Vyn deliberately chose this exact moment to confess as a final tease to him--he cannot consummate their new status as lovers until he played nice and performed his duties as PAX scion.

Duties that would take three more hours before he can be let go.

Three hours too long. And Marius is already hard.

"You fucker."

Vyn's grin only grew wider.

===

"Delivery for Dr. Richter."

The item this time was a flat, rectangular item around four feet in height. It was obvious to Vyn what it probably was--a painting, by "Z".

He waited until he was left alone in his office before he carefully unwrapped the package.

Vyn was soon thankful he did not tear the packaging; after seeing the painting he had to wrap it again properly for him to take it home.

It was a renaissance-style tempera painting of him, fully naked, save for a white cloth draped over his thighs and an arm cradling a staff tipped with white lilies.

In a humorous jab Marius even painted on a halo around Vyn's head.

And. half-hidden behind the white cloth, was a shadow of a devil's tail.

"Fuck you too, Marius."

Vyn allowed himself to laugh.

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #vyn richter #marius von hagen #tot vyn #tot marius #mo yi #lu jinghe

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spotaus · 11 days ago

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Okay, okay, omg gonna go feral again (and hopefully coherent, trying to hold a convo as I type this-)

The pieces of Error just being so confident? It's so beloved. (Ignore that I wrote it like that-) He's got something to lose now and, he loves his brother so so dearly, but he's also left Error alone. Error doesn't want anyone else to be put through Geno's stupidity. And Error feeling comfy enough to speak over Nightmare and just ensure Dust stays with them and nowhere *near* his idiot brother? Yeag... (and Nightmare, trusting his family and having been in a solid time if relative peace finally? He's confident Error knows what he's doing but he's also deeply concerned.)

Cross *also* trusts the others which is why he doesn't outright question things, but he can't say he isn't deeply perturbed. Dust was way more tense than usual.

Exactly the right vibes for Nightmare!!! Waugh!!! He can't believe he was so blind! They were all older than him, he assumed they could handle themselves, and forgot that *everyone* needs support and check ins. Especially Dust! That hug lasts for what feels like an age, because he just feels so awful. He wishes he still had his tendrils so he could wrap Dust up and hide him away until he felt better. And Dust comforting him?? Wild????

Night digging straight into that change, being willing to do it no matter the consequences? Yeag. Dust is more worried about all of Nightnare's hard work, but that work means nothing if he can't even keep Dust safe... and he immediately works to fix it.

And. Yeah, Reaper has to work HARD to convince Nightmare not to alter the treaty or to break off the treaty entirely. (I think he manages to swear that he'll keep Geno and himself in line, lest he end the treaty himself and turn any lingering assets + profit over to Night.) This isn't what convinces him though. I think what does it is that he asks Dream to join him for this meeting. He's still getting used to trusting Dream after all that's happened, and he doesn't want his brother meddling in the business of his knights... but he needs to know how genuine Reaper is being, and Dream is the one who can tell him outright. He has Dream just sit (as witness, he claims) and so Reaper has to choose his battles. Only refers to Dust as 'him', etc to uphold anonymity for Dust. But Dream catches on by the end, and can tell Night openly that he believes Reaper was being honest, and that there was loving intention behind the words. Night keeps the two on a struct leash after that on their visits, basically. (And it's also make that Banger of a line from Night you added hit so much harder because. Yep. There's the living proof his twin right there :] )

Oh yeah, I think it's probably pre-meeting, but Night absolutely breaks down to Ccino. It's been a while, but they fall into routine. Night practically falls into him and they sit together as Nightmare tells Ccino everything, and Ccino manages to stay as sturdy as ever and help him talk it out.

The knights!!!!

Ough, Cross' fury my beloved <3 he so would've curb-stomped Geno if he'd known in the moment. It's hard to break Cross past his noble soldier facade, but this just makes him feel itchy abd gross and angry about it. He can't help but be furious!!!

Horror isn't a problem-guy, he's 100% a redirector in this situation! Dust recognizes exactly what's going on, but doesn't have the energy to deny Horror's little distractions (Horror did that when he hurt Dust's shoulder, too, so Dust knows better than to refuse).

Amd u got Killer so perfectly!!! That goofy guy is feeling it the worst out of all of them because he cannot seem to catch a break!! Staying close got Dust hurt, but letting them do their own thing also got Dust hurt??? And ofc he's pissed at Geno and Reaper?? Waughhh. I love Killer. Such good intentions and such a horrible build-up lmao-

And yes!!!!! Yes yes!!! Dust just wants to move on. King of avoidance over here just wants to move on and forget about it. It hurts to rehash it, hurts to think about it, hurts to know he was just a pawn. Move on so he can start ignoring it. Unfortunately for him, his entire support group is full of highly protective people (he is also like this) and so it won't just fade to the background like his problems used to. (And this take on Geno changing so so subtly that Dust hardly noticed and it makes him feel more useless and used??? Waughhh-)

Everyone being that fake cordial Reaper has experienced in every other kingdoms to him is ROUGH. Like. He has a little brother here. Night could be his family soon enough. He could've had a mysterious and handsome little partner, a home away from home... and he managed to screw it up by not paying close enough attention to his partner? The one he trusts with his life? It weighs so heavy on him to be treated like an outsider by those he'd been so refreshed by.

NIGHT POG!!!! I love him requesting Geno leave the meeting room!!! If he can't trust him with the information of one of his trusted, why would he trust him with important information about his kingdom? Fuck off for a bit, goofy ahh. (And Error isn't against it, because Geno had to learn the heard way with Error, so he knows this dogging will eventually make him do something actually decent for once <3)

Geno knows what he did... he deserves it for sure. He's gotta work to earn back trust, including from Reaper at this point too. He still has his support system (Error + Reaper) but they're not forgiving him right away. What he did was messed up big time.

And yeah! Dust is the calmest, because he had to be in his past! I think u said it somewhere but ue's used to manipulation, seducing, he just got a little soft. Stupid of him, but ultimately it was him, not the others, and that's the important part for him. He thinks everyone is overreacting frfr! (Tbh after everything they've been through together? It's justified-)

And ah, I love that!!! Sorry, don't mind me getting overly excited last rb haha! A good Geno Reflection would be so so deeply enjoyed- he has fucked around and is now finding out <3

Important plot point for the New Age AU post-story dustedafterdeath plot- (realizing now slight tw for abusive relationship???)

Geno is a manipulative bastard who exerts his skill and prowess over others. With Reaper their relationship was balanced and became healthy thanks to Reaper actually being stronger than Geno. So all of Geno's manipulation was more like an angry chihuahua barking at Reaper. They got over that stage fast.

With Dust?? He doesn't realize he can't show his interest the same way. Doesn't occur to him that Dust is "lesser" than him in every situation. Royal Mage against a Knight, the Mage has more political power. Geno has direct ties to Reaper, who they need to keep happy for Night's treaty. Geno has more technical skill w/ his magic and Dust is sure the technique and control would be enough to best his own barely controlled magic. He's physically weaker, especially after his shoulder injury. So when Geno realizes he's caught feelings he feels guilty, but doesn't stop manipulating him?? Because Reaper was fine with it, so clearly that's how romance works right?

And it is (shocker) NOT how romance works.

While Dust is being low key pampered and spoiled by Reaper (Reaper recognizes the power dynamics very vividly and I'd sure to make sure Dust knows he can say No or Stop at any moment to anything, even hand-holding or escorting, and Reaper respects it) as Reaper compliments him and gives him gifts and asks how he's been. Geno is out here hyperfixated on Dust's latent magic and is getting his way to learn more no matter the cost (which, in this case, is faking romantic interest). And Reaper doesn't realize how intense Geno is bring because he *thought* Geno would know better. And with the fragile situation, Dust doesn't speak up.

So, ofc, it all comes to a head when Geno finally realizes he's gone too far, Dust completely shuts him out. And Geno is too proud to face his consequences and come clean to Dust about his intentions. Dust, usually quiet anyways, just moves on, though he's deeply distrustful of every pampering Reaper does for him now.

It isn't until 2 days later that Error is talking with Geno (y'know, brother gossip) and Error asks how it's going with Dust.

When Geno responds that his plan fell through, Error asks for elaboration, and Geno tell him the jist. Leas Dust on, then let him down gently. But he caught feels and Dust didn't seem to like the advances so he gave up. And Error knows his brother and knows that's not the full story. So they change subjects, and Error convinces Geno to go visit the woods on the edge of town to test a new weapon of his.

But once they're out there and alone Error reads his brother the riot act because he's so furious and disappointed!!! Dust of all people?? Manipulating him??? And when Geno tries to defend himself (digging a deeper hole and processing just how awful he was himself as he says it out loud) Error just straight up pulls him into combat. (And Geno, not wanting to accidentally hurt his brother but also furious + caught up in emotion, fights back.)

They beat eachother into the trees and the rocks and just tear into eachother, but by the time the Knights arrive to see what the problem is (the cats got word to Ccino, and Ccino sent Dust and Cross to figure it out) Geno is pretty much on low hp and Error is wounded but still standing.

Error spots the Knights and basically uses his strings to slam Geno to the ground at Dust's feet. And there's this moment of frustration and sorrow that seems to pass between the three of them, before Cross (<- unaware) asks what Error was thinking!

Error just says he'll explain it later and that they can go back now. Cross should carry Geno. Error would explain to Reaper (Geno flinched at that).

They return, and Error pulls Reaper aside to mutter some things to him. Reaper seems distressed and takes Geno from Cross, but doesn't even seem bothered at seeing his lover as roughed up as he was. He excuses them away, and Dust disappears into his room.

Error hunts down Dust and chills with him a bit. Error apologizes on his brother's behalf, and Dust seems just. Out of it. He won't say it's okay, because it's not, but he won't put pressure on Error because it's definitely not the kid's fault. So he settles on a tired laugh and thanking Error for beating up his big brother for him. (Error and Geno are on level playing field. As siblings, as Royal Mages, as partners to their kings. They are evenly matched in almost every way, so Error had the power to stand up for Dust, and Dust appreciates that.)

Amd after that little interaction, Dust actually realizes he's alright. He has people who will look out for him. Who will make sure everything goes smoothly. AND after joking with Error some more? He realizes Geno just. Has weird priorities. Weird ways of showing his affection. Dust decides he won't give Geno a second shot unless he bends and gives up his weird manipulation with Dust.

It takes a few days before Geno is done wallowing and processing, but he comes to find Dust (Reaper right behind him, supposedly to keep him in line) looking like a prideful lil wet cat. He says he's sorry, and that he realizes it was shitty of him, and that he will respect it if Dust wants him and Reaper to stop bothering him.

Dust clarifies and asks if Reaper was being genuine. (He was.) And he asks of Geno would be willing to give being genuine a shot (a hesitant yes). Dust does not push them away, but he does say he is going to inform Night. He also asks them to swear that no matter where the relationship ends, they will not take it out on Nightmare. (They agree.)

Like. Reaper, the romantic who is actually kind and wants to make lasting relationships *before* acting on his desires. Vs. Geno, the guy driven by desires who seems to stumble across romance by mistake every time. Both after Dust, most emotionally bottled skeleton they've ever met? Wild.

Geno is super toxic about his relationships and doesn't even notice in my aus ig. Goofy ahh. He eventually gets his conscience back. But it's. A struggle.

In the other au I have Dust guilt-trip him into being less of an idiot. In this one I make his brother throw him around like a ragdoll. (To Error, violence is often the answer <3)

#ohhh Error's brother senses tingling at Ccino's break of character is WILDLY FUNNY and I think I gotta adopt it.#just Error clocking it as 'Geno has saud that at least four times to Fresh with Less Worry' and not thinking twice about it until later on #and yeah Error starts explaining his explosives and Ccino sees how delighted Night is listening and. knows Night is #just a big goofball and not weird about it so he's immediately in the clear of just recognizing that Night is impressed #by this walking ball of chaos <3

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snowstark · 3 years ago

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if ur still inch rested in “king to serve” AU ideas……. I have so fucking many (and questions too). Sorry to dump all of this on you!!! I hope it’s not a rude thing to do when you’re on semi-hiatus, which by the way is a great thing to do you should always put yourself and your life and mental health before doing extra things for others like writing your insanely amazing fics. I love love love all of your writing. Ok sorry again to send 300 paragraphs.

1. if Tony has a one night stand with like a very pretty visiting lady or countess or whatever lower level of nobility… how does peter find out? Is he accustomed to spending every night by his kings side in his bed? Does he walk in on a private moment and drop to his knees in apology and embarrassment (and heartbreak)? Or does Tony send a messenger to him after the dinner that he should stay in the pet’s harem quarters that night, and peter doesn’t understand why until Harry has to explain that just because Peter is reserved only for his king, doesn’t mean Tony is held to the same monogamy? And of course Harry feels bad for his devestated friend (but misery loves company, and maybe it’s nice to see the new favorite get knocked down a peg). Maybe the next night (or that morning) peter is called to serve his king intimately and has to hide his feelings the best he can. I can just picture him comparing himself to whoever tony flirts/sleeps with and feeling so inadequate 😢😢😢

2. Some visiting dignitary tells Tony he wants to use Peter for the night. Tony says no of course, but maybe Peter thinks he’s considering it and panics. Peter is afraid of being given as a gift to this new man, just as he was a gift to Tony.

3. Christ I’m so mean to peter! Ok to be nicer (ish): Tony is injured, maybe in his laboratory/workshop (if he has one in this universe), maybe in battle, maybe an assassination attempt. Peter kneels by his bed and faithfully cares for his beloved master.

4. Peter realizes Tony needs an heir and will have to be married eventually, making his days even more numbered (or does he already have one from a previous marriage?)

5. A palace guard keeps trying to flirt with/harassing peter. Two possible outcomes — tony finds out but thinks Peter is being unfaithful, or tony rescues peter and punishes the guard very publicly for touching what isn’t his.

6. Harry is put in charge of making sure Peter is completely shaved everywhere. Always. An uncomfortable experience? Or very effective friendship bonding?

7. Tony’s birthday (name day?). Featuring jousting tournaments, feasts, dancing, etc. Peter trying to figure out what he can give the man who owns him, the god that he worships. Maybe he meets Rhodey on this occasion. Maybe he accidentally overhears a plot against the King, and is able to report back to tony and Rhodey about the threat and conspirators.

8. Last one then I promise not to bother you anymore. Ok on the road back to Tony’s kingdom from Steve’s, peter has the honor of performing some very forceful intimate service for his king. He then is sent to fetch his king something from outside the tent and must walk past all the guards and soldiers in his ruined tunic, covered in bite marks and bruises and the king’s seed

in reference to this series

OH MY GOD???1?1?!2’w NO BC ANON u don’t understand how obsessed i am with every single idea here. like i am 100% writing all of this oh my godddd the ideas are Brewing™️ in my brain right now help

ur not bothering me at all!!!! i would not mind AT ALL if you sent more 😩 thank u for these genius suggestions, i broke my ankle running to write these down

#ask #anon #a king to serve series #starker #nff #this series is also my current focus in terms of writing i’d say

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elettralightwood · 1 year ago

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200 pages ✨

Like, he’s pretty sure he’s straight. Sure babes 🫶 Straight people, he thinks, probably don’t spend this much time convincing themselves they’re straight. Lmao 💀 No cause Alex falling face first because he was having horny thoughts about Henry is top tier 🫡 "Prince Henry is a biscuit,” Nora says, “let him sop you up." NORA OH MY GOD ☠️ "He likes you. He’s freaking out." I wanna cry myself to sleep 🙂 Jealous Alex is so hot pls 😮‍💨 Amy my beloved 🫶 His suit is black, smooth, elegant. Perfect. Alex wants to rip it off. Honestly, same 😌 His footsteps stutter, as if he’s thinking of making a run for it. Alex is not above a flying tackle. I would pay real money to witness this 💀 Henry, the prince. Henry, the boy in the garden. Henry, the boy in his bed. Poetry ✍️ There’s something about the two of them, the way they ignite at different temperatures, Alex’s frenetic energy and Henry’s aching sureness. Idk why i love this sentence so much 👏 Alex is living for it, watching Henry come undone, letting him be whatever he needs to be while alone with Alex behind a locked door. No cause the "be whatever he needs to be" got me crying 😀 Henry rolls over onto his back. Alex’s body wants to follow and tuck into his side, but he stays where he is. DUMB BITCH 🤺 His eyes flicker down to Alex’s hip, where it’s bared above the sheet, and he says as much to himself as to Alex, “I am very, very gay.” HORNY JAIL 🚨 he throws his head back and laughs, and it’s only him, the nerdy, neurotic, sweet, insomniac rich guy who constantly sends Alex photos of his dog, and something slots into place. Y'all i feel tears coming 🙂 "people are writing fan fiction about y’all" so real 💯 I absolutely loved how panicked Alex was during and after the polo match 🤭 OH WE GOT BUTTERCREAM INVOLVED ALRIGHT 🧁 Alex’s heart goes so fucking weird that he has to put his head in his hands for a full minute. Just like me reading this book 🤝 Henry my baby 🥺 All on board the Remus is gay train 🚂 Aw Alex being proud of his sexuality 🥹 binds Henry’s wrists to a hotel bedpost with his own necktie OH DAMN ALRIGHT 👔 "I did get both of the gay kings,” Henry points out. “There’s a prophecy for you.” Another iconic line 🙇‍♀️ BABY 😭 I'm literally gonna protect Henry and Bea for the rest of my life 🫂 also Alex and June 🫂 and Alex wants so badly to see the shadows of expressions moving across his face, to be able to touch them with his fingertips STFU 🤧 June really said "babes u really thought u were hiding it well?" 🫵 You have so much in you, it’s almost impossible to match it. But he’s your match, dumbass. 🥹 it’s not my fault he’s a mysterious and retiring young royal and you’re the tempestuous ingénue that caught his eye Speaking nothing but the truth 🫡 Shaan sweetheart 🫶 "Say good morning to your strumpet, Henry.” “Good morning, strumpet,” Henry says, glancing away from the road to wink at the camera. That's a powerful bottom right here 🫵 Alex feels calmer knowing somewhere in Wales, Henry got a decent night’s sleep. Crying and screaming 👹 I'm sorry what happened to Rafael 20 years ago??? 🤨 Hoe Dameron 💀 Cash 🥹 Come back to me when you’re done being flung through the firmament, you lost Pleiad. STFU??🤧 I’ve already been in the royal box ALEX PLS 💀 Philip is such a dickhead, i hate it sm 🤬 I'M SORRY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???? RAFAEL???

THE RED ROOM SCENE AND THE ONE RIGHT AFTER Y'ALL OH MY GOD I'M HYPERVENTILATING

“I’m going to die,” Henry says helplessly. “I’m going to kill you,” Alex tells him. “Yes, you are,” Henry agrees. I just love them so much 🫡

Reading the emails giggling and kicking my feet and then remembering they get leaked and i find myself crying and sobbing 💃

Henry sinks to his knees on the white marble and looks up at Alex with big, blue, bottomless eyes, and Alex doesn’t know a word in any language to describe it. He forgets they don’t spend the night. So, they do. He discovers Henry sleeps curled up on his side, his spine poking out in little sharp points that are actually soft if you reach out and touch them, very carefully so as not to wake him because he’s actually sleeping for once. In the morning, room service brings up a copy of Le Monde that Alex makes Henry translate out loud. They're keeping it casual guys!! No feelings involved!!

But Perfect Stoic Prince Charming laughs when he comes, and texts Alex at weird hours of the night: You’re a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and I’m going to kiss you until you forget how to talk. And Alex is kind of obsessed with it. Keeping it so casual!!!!

GUYS THE PHASE "NO FEELINGS INVOLVED" IS OVER, I REPEAT, THE FEELINGS ARE VERY MUCH INVOLVED 🗣️

Was the phone call where they talk about Bea and Henry's dad and Henry and Alex's childhoods written specifically to shatter my heart in millions of tiny little pieces or what?? No cause it worked.

He looks down at the magazine and feels the corner of his mouth tug upward. “He looks so different,” he says after a long minute, gazing down at the baby Henry on the page and his easy, unfledged sureness. “I mean, like, obviously. But the way he carries himself.” His fingertips brush the page in the same place they did when he was young, over the sun-gold hair, except now he knows its exact texture. It’s the first time he’s seen it since he learned where this version of Henry went. “It pisses me off sometimes, thinking about everything he’s been through. He’s a good person. He really cares, and he tries. He never deserved any of it.” I really don't have anymore tears you guys please :D

THE KARAOKE SCENE AND WHAT HAPPENS RIGHT AFTER??? AND THE SLEEPY CUDDLES??? AND THE MORNING AFTER???? Y'ALL 😭😭😭

The moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him. HENRY OH MY GOD 💀

Reading Red White and Royal Blue and reacting every 100 pages ❤️💙

#red white and royal blue

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volfoss · 3 years ago

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oh ho ho 💛

HI!!! I assign you...

Ash Crimson!

^worst little birthday boy u have EVER met

WHERE DO I EVEN START W ASH. so. hes like the kinda character thats like rude and kinda bitchy but rly lonely bc hes STUPID and isolates himself when there r problems. he literally is like yes. i, a 16 year old, can handle this rly big thing. <- i say all of this lovingly. im allowed to slander ash bc hes my bestie. hes like. everyone wants him dead and i FIRMLY believe he would pull the like im gonna instigate someone and when they come for me ill pull the im a little birthday boy card but then VIOLENCE and attack them. hes just a sillay goofy little guy but also like. god. hes just like really kinda annoying but i personally dont think its always an intentional thing. fave endearing ash traits- he gives his friends nicknames and is the bomb dot com at nail art. he also has a valentines day bday. hes just like french and rly obnoxious about it.

OK. time to go like. insane blorbo hours (if i say or think ANYTHING about kof xiii i give u permission to take me out back and shoot me). how he was like. presumably going from knowing Elisabeth (one of his current friends, i will get into that in a min) rly well as a child to like being very alone. ough. characters that are horrible but are like doing so to hide being lonely my beloveds. BUT i wanna talk abt how his relationship w his friends is bc if i remotely think about my bestie ash's childhood for one more minute i will lose it.

BUT i think its genuinely so nice to see like the fact that even his friends kinda like? idk tolerate him but in a way that they do care about him. not to um. bring up kof xiii but. the way duo lon (literally just a quiet lil guy) is like i will do ANYTHING to get ash safe. sobs. i just like. genuinely love how he interacts w them.

NEED u to look at this quote:

"Yeeowch. One thing you never lacked is strength. I mean that.... Merci, Betty!"

^LET ME EXPLAIN TO U WHY THIS DRIVES ME INSANE. this is his win quote and like. when he beats ANYONE else hes like wow u suck (insert french phrase here) but w elisabeth u can just tell he like actually cares about her and ough. in the entire tales of ash arc u can tell she does too bc she goes to so many lengths to help him. i just. ough. their friendship is EVERYTHING to me.

ACTUALLY HIS BEST feature is arguably his bump it styled hair (lovingly i think if he had a bump it in his hair it would just b a beehive) and his long ass sleeves. his entire outfit is SO good tho. ALSO his little hair twirling animations. that IS a stim and u cannot tell me otherwise. ALSO his freckles. i know in my heart he gets sunburnt easily.

BUT NOW. blorbo image moment.

^HUGE fan of this art! i think like idk. how he and Shen Woo gets along is fascinating but also ash literally is the kinda guy to have this lil moped. also. fave Ash win quote at Shen Woo: "Owee… Lighten up a bit, would you, Shen? I could have broken a nail!" like i think he is just goofy sillay around him and i love it. love when there r bestie hours SO much.

^ baby ash and elisabeth images from kof xiii that makes me cry scream and throw up each time i see them

^ actually. im just like tossing kof xiii images at u. screaming and crying and banging my fists on the floor. they are FRIENDS.

^ also like. my contender for funniest Ash image of all time. they put this guy in a fucking flannel and white v neck combo. love it. but like genuinely love this image love seeing Kula and Yuri at the table w them and them all having foods they like and like K' and Maxima in the bg as well as Mai and King in the far bg. i love this image.

^ SOBS. i love seeing like them having friendship hours esp w Duo Lon's hobby being mahjong like the fact hes teaching Ash and OUGH. sobbing. their friendship means the world to me like. ash deserves people that care about him this much and they DO. sobs

^ OBSESSED w his kof maximum impact regulation A outfit. this guy went to a hot topic and just grabbed shit and was like yup this will work cohesively (and it does)

^ litrally like one of my fave falcoon sketches of ash. this guy rly is out here in like an old fashioned little bathing suit and has an umbrella/parasol. i KNOW hes got the like wool bathing suit outfit. u cannot tell me that its a modern outfit etc

^ last but not least cute ending screen from kof 2003! duo lon doesnt smile a lot so v nice to see him n ash having a nice time!

#asks #kof posting #this um. might get long. hes like my fave #know that the entire time i typed this out i was in AGONY thinking about the kof xiii ending. not over it EVER.#hes like my ultimate comfort character like. hes my bestie

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ginazmemeoir · 3 years ago

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IT. IS. STORY. TIME.

and here you go with one of my favorite stories, ever.

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I can feel his breath on my shoulder, his husky, sweet as honey voice whispering in my ear, “Come. Be my queen Shachi. Become the queen of the devas.” I can feel his fingers leaving marks on my arms as I struggle to break free of his grip. I somehow manage to rip free of his clutches, and turn to face him, my face flush with fury. Nahusha, the temporary King of the Devas, had just crossed a line. But he just looks at me, his gaze making me feel as if I am being stripped naked, and then turns around with a smirk, his robes and ostentatious amount of gold flowing after him.

I stomp back to my palace. Indra had always been an impulsive person, but murdering Trishiras was not an accident – it was a paramount sin to kill a god. And now he has merrily fled away, leaving me and the rest of the devas to deal with his mess. I was actually the one who had voted for Nahusha to rule us while Indra was in exile. He was the most exemplary human being, plus being the son-in-law of Mahadev carried some legitimacy as well. Initially he was a better king than Indra - and then followed the same power that had corrupted the minds of those before him. First, he replaced those favoured by Indra, primarily the Maruts, the gods of wind. Then he disrespected Brihaspati. And then he turned his gaze on me. I wasn’t his paramour or his fancy, indeed I was another object of power for him to seize. I was the one who decided who got the throne. And only the man I was married to could become the true king of the devas. I sit on my divan, ruminating thus, and ask an apsara to fetch some soma for me. As the cooling effects of the liquor wash over me, a plan begins to form in my head. A plan which required the assistance of some of my closest friends.

The following night, I invite Guru Brihaspati over. He looks at me with sympathy and then sits down. “Gurudev, Nahusha has grown to be a menace.” “I agree Your Majesty. The council’s decision has proven to be – disastrous, to put it politely.” He says, wrinkling his nose. “As you know, he has now set his sight on me. You might be familiar with the erotic letters and the incident in the Nandaka Gardens?” Brihaspati averts his gaze, his nostrils flaring in anger. “Don’t worry Gurudev,” I placate him, “for I have a strategy to get rid of him, forever.” Having gained Brihaspati’s attention, I describe my plan to him, his face changing from worry to glee. “Brilliant Devarani! I must admit, your political acumen is frightening.” He admits, his hands glossing over the letter I hand him. Smiling, I stamp it with my seal – an elephant with a flower in its trunk – and instruct him to deliver it to Nahusha.

Brihaspati leaves soon after supper, and as the servants dim the lights in my palace, I lay in my bed, restless in anticipation of what was to follow the next morning. The first rays of sunlight break into my room after what feels like an eternity, and with them arrives Usha, the goddess of dawn, and my dear friend. I get up and hug her, her warmth permeating my being and filling it with hope. Her fair skin and blonde hair are in strike contrast to my own dusky skin and jet-black locks. “Shachi, it has been far too long dear friend” Usha says, holding me at arm’s length. “I need your help Usha, and there’s not much time. Help me find Indra.” “Why what happened?” she asks, oblivious as always. “Seriously? Where are you?” I ask in disbelief. “Sorry, it’s just most sneaky activities are carried out at night and not at dawn. But enough about that, follow me!” she replies sheepishly, then grabs my arm, and we both jump out of the window. I use my powers to cushion our fall as we land on her gleaming gold chariot, drawn by red cows and we gallop away into the horizon. Usha travels at the speed of light, as she brings dawn all over the world, scanning the universe for any trace of Indra. The hours fly by, and Usha begins turning her chariot towards the heavens. “Shachi, there isn’t much time left, I have to go back and let Lord Surya take charge now.” I am about to ask her for just some more time, when my gaze lands on Manasarovar, Mahadev’s sacred lake. I ask Usha to land there, and we land on the surface of the frozen lake, dotted by the occasional lotus. Usha assumes her full form, her rosy glow warming the chilly air and wielding her bow and arrow. I inspect the lake, and feel drawn to a particular lotus. I reach it hesitantly, and then cut open its stalk. And there, in the stalk of a random lotus in the Manasarovar, I find the mighty Indra, cowering in its safety. “Indra, it’s me, Shachi,” I begin, when Indra cuts me off. “Please return beloved. I am not worthy of love or respect. I have killed a god. There’s still a long way for me to atone repentance for my sins.” My anger, which was simmering until then, threatens to boil over. “Repentance. So your own reputation is more important to you than your wife and your subjects?” Indra looks at me, his face stricken. “I have been enduring the harshest of tapas here for eons and you have the gall to…” “YOU LEFT US TO COWER IS WHAT YOU DID. You have already repented by slaying Vritra with your Vajra. What more do you want? Your subjects are suffering, Nahusha lords over us, and he’s hell bent on having me. I married you Indra, and that makes you the rightful Devaraja. Come home now.” I reply. Indra looks at me remorsefully, and says, “I cannot return until the previous king is dethroned Shachi.” “Technically, you can’t take the throne while another king sits on it. But you can indeed return back to Swarga. And if I know Nahusha, my plan should be bearing fruit as we speak.” I interrupt him. “What plan?” asks Usha. “You will see. Now we must hasten Usha, for the wedding of all time.”

I return back to my palace just in time. I hide Indra in the gardens, and then ask my maids and apsaras to ready me. They bedeck me in the finest of fabrics woven out of air and mist, and celestial gold infused with Usha’s energy. Parijata flowers are braided into my hair, and I then wait at my palace gates atop Airavata, Indra’s elephant.

Brihaspati has executed my plan flawlessly. The streets of Amaravati are lined with numerous devis and devatas, apsaras and gandharvas, celebrating the marriage of their king to me. Nahusha rides atop an open palanquin, carried by none other than – the Saptarishis, the seven revered sages. I had told him to approach my palace atop a palanquin carried by the Saptarishis, and the naïve fool had agreed.

I can see the excitement on his face, alternating between his anger at the sages for their slow speed. Agastya’s short stature makes matters worse for the other rishis, resulting in the palanquin tilting towards one side. Some more time passed, and then Nahusha lost his cool. He kicks Agastya on his back, and his shout carries throughout the assembly - “MOVE STUPID OLD CRONE YOU WALK AS SLOW AS A LIZARD!” Everybody stands shocked. The sounds of trumpets and drums and veenas cease, while everybody else is mortified at the disrespect done to a Saptarishi. Agastya’s eyes however, blaze with fury. He slams the palanquin down on the ground, and then turns to face Nahusha, his anger making him seem larger than his height. “Listen, O vain descendant of Chandravansh, false king of the devas! I curse you to return back to earth,” roars Agastya, looking at Nahusha with a sly smile, “and spend the rest of your days as a lowly lizard yourself.” The lizard part was a fun addition, but I was indeed counting on Nahusha’s banishment. Agastya’s curse quickly shows its effect, and where once stood a king, now lay a lizard, quickly scampering its way out of Agastya’s legs, who tries to stomp on him.

I beckon Usha to retrieve Indra, who is brought before us in the same dishevelled state I found him in. And then, I begin. “Here you see Devaraja Indra, your true king. Slayer of Vritra, wielder of the mighty Vajra, absolved of all sins. Bow to your king, my loyal subjects, and bow to your queen!”

#story time #indra #shachi #indrani #indra and shachi #hinduism #hindu mythology #mythology #vasu

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Thor

A joint review

We are going to begin this review by addressing the elephant in the room, or the snake in the grass (or that snake in my boot as Becks heard it), which is that Cass cares a great deal about a certain character in this film, and so some tangents and feelings may be expressed quite vividly. These feelings are valid. Terribly terrifying at times, but valid.

The plot of this film seems a lot more simple that some of the other MCU films. Thor is an idiot, is banished, falls in love with a pretty girl, is no longer an idiot, the consequences of which will ricochet for films and tv shows to come. Alternatively, the Lion King in Spaaaace. As a result we're gonna focus more on the characters than the story for the majority of this review. Ooooooh forward planning.

Thor Odinson - arrogant yet loveable himbo

Thor is insufferable at the start of the film. A proper twat. Arrogant and full of himself. That also includes kid Thor, who Becks thinks deserves a good kicking. We can understand why Loki started stabbing him at the age of 8.

Cass' mother would want us to add something in about Chris Hemsworth's legs, but by now I'm sure you all know whose legs we appreciate on this blog. And if we had enough GIF space you know which one we would be adding. Mmmmmmm, thighs.

Its nice to take your merry band of warriors off on adventures. We love the scene with them on horseback, going off for some fun, but then Thor just takes it too far. "Hiding as cowards always do," alright Thor calm down, they might just be frightened of the race who murdered their people and wrecked their land. Laufey was just having a civil conversation with you Thor, there was no need for the violence. Also, if you end up going straight through the head of a beastie you'd definitely be covered in more blood and brain guts.

Banishment seems a strong choice, an extreme course of action for someone you were just about to make king. Surely a warning first?

Quite the loving shot of Mjolnir there. Hello ladies, you loved that giant wrench in Iron Man 2, now get ready for a massive magic hammer. Pow pow pow, pow pow. No wonder Thor startles awake and just shouts HAMMER...

@becksxoxo For my next birthday I'd like a Mjolnir party, BBQ, beers and a stuck hammer. Its some proper Sword and in the Stone bullshit and I like that. I feel like a new playlist needs to be made for this Cass.

@cassandrafey I personally would love to attend a Mjolnir party, as long as there is no danger of me actually having to rule anything. I don’t want any part of that sort of responsibility. We can start work on the playlist. What were the odds that I would suggest Hammer Time as a solid musical option two reviews in a row?

It wouldn't let me put Hammertime, but I (Becks) feel like this fits just as well. Don't touch that hammer Cass...

Thor then violently lands on earth, is repeatedly hit by cars and is just generally a bit useless until he sets his colour changing eyes on his beloved Mjolnir once more in the SHIELD compound. The only scene of note we have is the smashing of the coffee cup ANOTHER.

@cassandrafey a good roll in the mud for Thor. I hear men (and ladies - we don't discriminate here!) often find this sort of thing hot when ladies do it, but I don't care for it. I feel like I would have found it hotter if Loki had done it, but Loki would never roll in the mud, and I respect him for it.

@becksxoxo do you know who does look good covered in mud, our favourite Mandalorian, Din Djarin. Oooooh boy.

We get the first bit of relatable emotion from Thor when he can't lift the hammer for the first time, and your heart does break for him, as Loki stands above. 'Can I come home?' Nah, Dads dead and Mum hates you... This is the bit where you can start to like him as more than a 2D handsome character, that he actually cares about things (still pretty self centred but its a start).

How quickly can you down a pint?

@becksxoxo 9.33 seconds

@cassandrafey 39 seconds - Cass also demands that we do this again next week because she' doesn't believe that Becks has done it, and wants to get some training in over the next week.

Thor could never be a scientist. I bet he knows as much about science as we do, and we wrote a whole section about science last time that was just the word science. Science and magic are not the same thing Thor, not at all you numpty. Science is clever, but magic is wild. It was nice of him to get her books back though.

Thor then proves himself worthy. We think he does this because he's willing to fight and sacrifice himself without his magic powers, but does this really make you worthy? It seems pretty tenuous, and rigged from the start, but whatever. Thor the big hero. It gave @becksxoxo strong Hercules vibes, if he started glowing yellow I wouldn't have been surprised.

This probably says more about me (Becks) than a reflection of the film, but I'd feel dead athletic if I caught a flying hammer. Also, I would then turn to the naysayers behind me and just yell "I told you I was a fucking God!". Perhaps Thor is a better person than me...

And I (Cass) would lean out from behind Her Raging Majesty, make direct eye contact with the terrified naysayers, and say ‘oooh you better watch out!’ in the manner of that man in that one episode of Ponderland.

Back to Asgard we go. Nice work breaking the Rainbow Bridge, Thor. Also wouldn't you be more concerned about getting Heimdall to look for your brother of thousands of years, rather than the girl you have know for like a day? Seems pretty worthy to me. Also his shoulder pads have definitely got bigger, its like we're watching Working Girl.

If the Bifrost could take you anywhere, where would you go?

@cassandrafey - Bucharest or Santa Monica Pier. Becks suggested that I might want to take the Bifrost somewhere more off world, because I could go to those places on holiday anyway (and indeed have, dm me to hear all about the film studies field trip or our best ever Romanian holiday and Becks’ sick miming skillz), but I don’t want to do that. I don’t like the idea of being in space, and I would fret about not being compatible with the atmosphere on a different planet. Whereas I know I’m compatible with the atmosphere in Bucharest. A delightful place. Also I could stock up on Rom Bars, I am long overdue one of those rummy-choclatey little bites of wonderment!

@becksxoxo Obvs I'd like to go to these places with my dearest friend (as we have before) but if I was to get exotic and go off planet perhaps it could drop me off on the Razorcrest. To be honest, I didn't really listen to Thor's explanation of the nine realms and how it all worked once he mentioned that Anaheim was its own realm, because once I get my golden disney tickets from Tony Stark obvs I'd use the rainbow bridge to just drop me off there whenever I fancied it.

Loki - A clear case of ‘we the jury find the villain hot’

I'm gonna hand most of this over to @cassandrafey as it's her field of expertise but it was good to see Loki getting up to some proper scheming as a God of Mischief should do. Although I do worry at times that his plans do slip and he doesn't always handle it well. I also enjoyed him going off on adventure with Thor, the Warrior Three and Lady Sif, all on horseback and smiling. Imagine if things had been handled better and that was just their lives for ever more, happy? Oh well, who needs friends when you can get revenge.

@cassandrafey Right strap in bitches because here we go! Now, I adore Loki. He has my heart and a considerable portion of my one track little mind. I love a bad boy, (things that are bad always taste nice, right?) so I was always going to be more receptive to Loki than Thor, but Loki takes the bad boy crown. And that is all down to the absolutely incredible performance Tom pulls out in this movie.

Loki is totally mesmerising. You’re watching someone slowly revealing endless selves, all of which are incredibly relatable but dialled up to 11. He’s mischievous, he’s charming, he’s cunning, he’s fun, but he’s also incredibly sad, and lost, and alone.

I think Loki in this film is heartbreaking, and his heartbreak plays out in little tremors across each scene, cracking further and further into madness. This is most obvious in the scene where he confronts Odin about his true parentage.

‘So I’m the monster that parents tell their children about at night?’ he says, tears filling his beautiful sad eyes, so lost and confused and afraid he can barely get his words out. My heart broke. And why does he know that parents tell their kids about Jotun monsters? Why would Odin do this to him? BAD FUCKING FATHER.

Also you see Loki’s quiet apprehension and anxiety when he has figured out he may be of Jotun descent (his sweet face when his arm turns blue God help me) and Thor is ranting about killing all of the frost giants. He’s so afraid that if his brother finds out he won’t accept him, that he’ll think he’s disgusting, which is what Loki must be thinking of himself. Again, it’s an awful thing to watch, the quiet anxiety, the way he closes himself off from everyone around him more and more. When Odin can’t face the consequences of his own actions and has to have a little sleep you see Loki rush to him and then stop because he is afraid to touch him after he saw what the touch of a Jotun does to Asgardians. Have mercy on my soul.

Honestly, if you can’t see how Loki came to his actions after all of this was landed on him in an already tumultuous period, then I have no hope for you. He is afraid of himself because he no longer knows himself, and now he is even more desperate to prove his worthiness, to show that he measures up to an arbitrary marker created by a power mad old war lord thief. Those fuckers deserve every ounce of trouble he gives them.

The final fight with Thor is the worst part of the whole thing, because by this point Loki is totally self destructive, tears spilling over constantly even as he snarls at Thor and goads him into the fight. I hate that he wants to destroy the Jotuns, his sense of self is so twisted. By this stage my notes just read that I’m totally incoherent with love for him, with this wild swell of emotion that I feel for his hurt and confusion and pain.

‘Is it madness? Is it? Is it?!’ Yes my tearstained love, it is a bit.

The fact is, he is completely suicidal at this stage and it is awful to watch. And I’m sorry for everything that he goes through before we meet him again, where once again we see even more sides of his mercurial nature. I’m stopping now, there was far more I could have said about Loki but I’m trying (and failing) to keep it in hand.

Just to add however, aesthetically the final fight is very pleasing. Because whilst Thor simply goes hard on the shoulder pads, Loki does have a great sense of style. Earlier we got to admire the silhouette of his battle helm in the throne room, compounded by some intense man spreading in his fine Asgardian leather. Here we get great cape work from both, along with some rather nice manoeuvres with the staff that Loki clearly has kept up his sleeve from his go-go dancing days. Also Loki using magic in battle is both smart and very sexy. Love watching him planning and casting and weaving his spells. I am a sucker for a vicious knife fight and Loki’s skills are on point. Stab ‘em up, baby.

Speaking of knife fights, I’m now thinking about the other character in the MCU who also regularly whips out a knife and does some fancy lethal moves and I have to say, it is a shame that we have not witnessed a knife fight between Loki and The Winter Solider. I don’t want either of them to win or lose (perhaps in this scenario they are sparring partners?) but I would like to see them both pull out their knives, throw back their hair, and go at it. For reasons of a personal nature.

Loki has a fine horned helm, but what would you have on your helmet?

@becksxoxo immediately went for bats, but perhaps I'd also mix in some pumpkins, and a few snowflakes. A nice autumn/winter themed crownesq helm I think. I'd also go for a lot of jewels and sparkle. Make sure everyone knew I was in charge.

@cassandrafey I think I’d like it to be shaped like a cobras hood. Maybe sort of fangs coming down the sides at the front. In keeping with the Slytherin vibe I like to cultivate.

Odin Allfather - more like Odin Shitfather

A point we can all agree on is that Odin is a shit dad. It’s nice to tell stories to your kids, but when they turn into racist tirades that lead one of your kids to hating themselves to the point of madness, you probably should stop. Neither of us have siblings, but we're pretty sure that you shouldn't be pitting them against each other from a young age. Nothing good is going to come from this. Deffo not a chapter from the parenting books. There are many other fine moments of Odin being a shit dad throughout the film, we will make sure to highlight them as we go.

Can we really trust anti-Frost Giant propaganda when its coming from a War Lord? Jury says no.

What was that little performance? Odin doing a Pierce Hawthorn and faking a heart attack to have to get out of a difficult discussion with his son. What a dick. What a shit dad.

The Odin Sleep gives me such Batman doing Bat Jumps on the Bat Bed vibes. Awww are you shedding a little Odin Tear, during your Odin Sleep? *Elaine Parks voice* What a pussy. What a baby. What a SHIT DAD.

The Warriors Three and Lady Sif - The Warriors Four surely?

Naming friendship groups is a weird thing (says the Shared Brain) but does make it very cliquey. Although it does open up the option of matching hoodies. However, Thor and the Warriors Three and Lady Sif and sometimes Loki, is a bit of a long one - perhaps they should have workshopped it better.

Sif gets stuck in inappropriate clothing. You shouldn't be wearing heels into battle, and big old leather boots to relax indoors with. Someone get me costume design!

@becksxoxo is weirdly attracted to Fandral. Which is odd, because he seems like a right posho. @cassandrafey thinks it’s the Robin Hood vibes, and it might well be. Search your heart, search your soul... When he got skewerd in Jotunheim I gasped like that one lady at The Cursed Child, but he seemed to walk it off so that was fine.

They did not respect Loki as their new King, and Cass did not appreciate that at all.

Cass here, and I don’t appreciate it! They were openly disrespectful to his face and then instantly outright treasonous behind his back. And might I add not just to him but to Odin, whose order of banishment on Thor they were gleefully ready to overthrow the instant he had to have a little lie down. Respect your goddamn king! UGH.

Who would you dress up as at a Renaissance Fair?

@becksxoxo A tits out tavern wench. Severe cleavage and flowing skirts. Its not meant to be historically accurate right?

@cassandrafey I also said some sort of Witchy Wench. Of the two of us Becks has the tits for tits out, but I reckon I could add an air of slightly menacing mystery in a long slitted skirt and pointy boots.

Jane ‘whoops there’s another point on the licence’ Foster + Team

Jane Foster shouldn't have a driving license. I mean I mount curbs a lot but even I'm not that shit. I being Becks, Cass is a very careful driver... Considering she is meant to be the main love interest (which is an odd choice, because yes Thor is terribly handsome but he does seem quite odd and at times thick as pig shit, which she supposedly isn't, so where are their common interests?!) and also very smart I (Becks) found her quite bland (because obviously I myself am terribly interesting and great) and made very little notes about her. I felt Marvel missed the mark again that you can be smart and in love at the same time. Anytime Thor strutted over she seems to loose her mind. I didn't wike that much.

Cass here to say I concur with Becks statements as above, and that I hated all of the awkward flirting scenes between them. Also I think that if you had just met a weird man in the desert and he wasn’t Hemsworth-hot, you would probably have told him to jog on long ago.

Becks gets creepy vibes off of Erik Selvig. Also, like other men, he is clearly feeble minded. I'm glad Loki is going to use him for his nefarious deeds next time round.

Cass doesn’t mind Selvig, but nearly choked when I read the feeble minded statement. Although that may indeed be born out one way or another... I do like how much he enjoys having his little drink with Thor.

I (Becks) hate Darcy. I hate her so much for no real reason. And it probs goes beyond the character and her 'quirky fun-ness'. I know its not a good feminist trait, but she does my fucking head in. Ugh. I don't even know what she adds to the film. I see no value.

I (Cass) agree with all of the above about Darcy. Very annoying. When she turned up in WandaVision I thought ‘oh for fucks sake!’ in a sulky fit of rage. Also, why is she wearing a beanie hat indoors in New Mexico? Seems fucking weird to me. It does feel uncharitable because she hasn’t actually done anything to me to cause this, but there we are, can’t like everyone can you? Particularly not when they are this annoying.

If you could have any oversized pet that you could ride around on, what would it be?

@cassandrafey I asked this question, then panicked cos I hadn’t thought it through, and then gave myself the giggles when I considered riding an oversized ferret about town. It would like being on a big slinky bus, and you could bring your friends. Also very Northern. You could wear your flat caps and have a right old time. [Becks would like to add there is another reason that this brought giggles but we cannot share it here, because it's too convoluted and stupid...]

@becksxoxo Immediately I went with a dog. Because big teeths. I then realised the question was meant to be just what an animal you'd knock about on, and not take into battle, so violence doesn't need to be considered. I'd probably still go for a dog because I wish I had a dog. Or maybe a Parrot. A giant parrot that I could teach to screech swear words.

Heimdall, whatcha looking at, you little peeper?

@cassandrafey reckons he's probably some kind of pervert, being able to look at anyone at any given moment. She also doesn't deny that if she had his powers she might also have a peep at certain people. I think she also takes against him so as he's constantly very rude to Loki. I mean all he did was sneak the Frost Giants passed you, gods get over it. Shouldn't be so slack peeping at other things.

Cass here. He IS rude to Loki! Even before he’s proven to have done anything especially nefarious. Backfired a bit on him though didn’t it when he got blasted with his frosty downfall. Didn’t fucking see that coming, did you ey?

Imagine being able to crack ice with your sheer rage alone. I (Becks) reckon I could totally do it. Sometimes the rage inside me knows no bounds. Once this fucking heat wave is over, perhaps we could try it?

Frigga, Frigga, Frigga.

We both wrote in our notes, oh isn't she beautiful. Which she totally it. You can tell who gave those kids their looks.

We were a little disappointed in her protecting Odin and just getting shoved to the ground. She's a powerful witch, she'd have seen off those pesky Frost Giants. Perhaps she was looking for a way out with Odin. Oh dear, he's being attacked. Oh dear, I've fallen. Oh well I tried...

Also, I bet as a Mum she was at her wits end with those two boys growing up.

SHIELD We know we're not meant to know this at this stage of the film, however. VET YOUR STAFF BETTER. Ffs.

The tunnels of the SHIELD compound bring two things our minds, Hallowscream and ET. We hope that's what they were going for.

Also, nice to see Hawkeye up a crane. It was quite the day for cranes, Becks saw 5 including this one, which is a lot for a woman who very rarely leaves the house. I'd also seen a number of people I'd barred from the library, quite the day.

Three points we'd care to raise about The Destroyer.

Firstly, he's giving off major Guardian at the gates of the Goblin City vibes, but a tad more competent. Perhaps they're cousins? Ooooh @cassandrafey perhaps the bifrost could take us there? Go see our old pal Jareth?

Cass here to say I would accept a trip to the castle beyond the goblin city in lieu of Bucharest. And a castle would still be involved so that’s brilliant! [Not in lieu Cassandra, as well as, I want funnel cake and vampires...]

Secondly, why oh why did they give him an arse? And why such a nice one? @cassandrafey really wanted him to shoot fire out of it.

Finally, if I (Becks) never in my life get to start to walk away from someone and then turn and backhand them across a room, I will die incomplete. How much fun does that look?! I'll have to have a look through my list of people who have wronged me and see who I'm gonna do it to.

I feel like we split into two aspects of Loki’s personality for this review Becks. You got the rage and I got the trauma. Hopefully we both got some of the japes. I think we did. Otherwise it’s just the ramblings of two women on the edge. Anyway, a good film, I think we can agree that we both enjoyed it!

It's Avengers Assemble next (or just The Avengers if you're outside the UK) and we're dead looking forward to it. Unless we melt first, which is a high possibility. Damn the sun.

Love becks and cass xoxo

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pixielix · 4 years ago

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୭̥⋆*｡ royal christmas!au felix

pairing: prince!felix + gn journalist!reader genre: fluff, slight enemies-to-lovers word count: 1.7k warnings: none ― @districtninewriters’ winter fic exchange for the lovely @freckledberries

a/n: hey jules :] i’m so happy i could write this for u. ur someone who’s been so sweet to me since the very start, i’m so grateful for u !! i hope u have a merry christmas n happy holidays <3 love, angie

it’s infuriating that the prince still looks as good as he does in the world’s ugliest christmas sweater

he meanders through a crowd of thousands carrying a subtle air of grace that catches everyone’s eye and the kind of exuberant warmth that holds their attention

it feels like every movement he makes is filled with an intention to charm

one example is his habit of pushing back his hair after he bows

fingers weaving back through strands of strawberry blonde that gently frame his freckled cheeks

even you can’t deny he’s almost enchanting to watch

but it doesn’t make it any less excruciating that you’re being paid a mediocre wage to watch him smile and shake hands for hours on end

you don’t hate the prince, or anyone from the royal family really, but you hoped that your first assignment as a real journalist would be something that you’re actually passionate about

and unlike everyone else in the country, you really couldn’t care less about the royals

the feeling’s somewhat mutual

it’s a well-known fact that the royals are ‘indifferent’ to journalists

they say if the king had his way, he’d have banned every news outlet in the country years ago

maybe that’s why felix’s eyes shift to the opposite direction whenever he sees someone with a camera and a bright red press lanyard

so naturally, when you catch him trying to escape his own guards and make an early escape from the winter parade, his first instinct is to put on a charming smile and try to slither his way out of the situation

“your highness?” you find him straddling a wooden fence at the back of the park just as you’re stepping away from the crowded parade to get some air

his lips stretch into a bashful grin, avoiding your eyes as he swings one leg back over the fence and lands on both feet in front of you

“hey uh.. how did you know it was me?”

“the sweater” you point a finger at the the tinsel-covered, burgundy fabric still visible under the hem of his hoodie, unintentionally grimacing at the sight of it

“oh… is it that bad?”

“to be honest, it’s the ugliest thing i’ve ever seen. uh- no offense-” you blurt out, eyebrows knit together apologetically as soon as you realise you just insulted the prince

“none taken” he breathes a soft chuckle, “thank you for your honesty”

you both stand there in a stalemate for a few seconds, feet shuffling awkwardly in the snow as you carefully consider what comes next

felix’s eyes grow increasingly troubled as he realises how screwed he is if you rat him out to the guards, or worse, to the media

as desperate as he was to get away from the crowds and have the day to himself, ‘runaway prince’ wouldn’t be a good look

meanwhile, you have the thrilling realisation that if the prince were to somehow slip away, there’d be no need for you to stick around

sure you’d come back to the boss empty-handed, but at least you could save him and yourself from many more brain-numbing hours of smiling and shaking hands

“go.”

“what?”

“i won’t tell anyone, i promise” you assure him

“really? why should i trust you?” felix quirks his brow in suspicion as he leans back against the fence with arms crossed over his chest

“cause i want to get out of here just as badly as you do”

both of your heads whip around at the sound of footsteps approaching

“go.” you repeat firmly in a hushed tone

before he can argue, a group of his guards falls into view

“your highness, please, come back! just one more question!” you yell, but in the complete opposite direction of the park, diverting their attention and giving felix enough time to jump the fence and hide in the bushes

he peeks out and you turn back towards him with a relieved smile

“merry christmas” you mouth

all he can do is return the smile, watching speechlessly as you turn and walk away

the next time you’re assigned coverage of the prince’s activities is at the annual christmas eve performance of the nutcracker

once again, you find yourself watching from a distance as the prince captivates the crowd

taking the time to greet each of the young performers dressed as snowflakes and dewdrops with an enthusiastic high five

the lights dim as the performance starts and you use it as your chance to take a break from the noise

it doesn’t take long for you to notice a familiar young man in a hoodie walking slowly behind you down the empty corridor

“i’m supposed to be the one following you, you know”

“sorry i didn’t mean to- well i did but i-” felix stutters, frozen in place as you turn towards him

“i’m kidding. can i help you?” you smile with your head tilted and your hand on your hip

he scratches his neck, scrambling to remember the reason why he’d been looking for you in the first place

“um- oh! i uh- i didn’t get to thank you last time”

“for what?”

“helping me escape the parade”

“oh”, you smile and felix can swear he feels his heart start to tremble, “it’s no big deal”

“no really, you saved me, thank you” he bows deeply, only realising how overly courtly he’s being when he catches you stifling a laugh

“sorry” he blushes, “habit.”

without missing a beat, he threads his fingers back through soft tresses of blonde hair and you watch them fall perfectly over his handsome features

he’s even more enchanting up close

a few seconds pass as you both ponder the absurdity of a friendship between a prince and a journalist

but felix breaks the silence with the exact suggestion that you’ve been waiting for

“i’ve seen this performance of the nutcracker about twenty times before so i wasn’t really thinking of sticking around. did you want to…?”

“absolutely” you nod firmly and his eyes light up like stars

you tug the press lanyard from your neck as he holds open the exit door for you

“after you” he grins

“thank you, your highness-”

“felix.”

“thank you, felix”

as you get to know felix on a spontaneous trip to the outskirts of the city, it seems like everything you thought about him was wrong

the warmth and sweetness of his persona as the nation’s beloved ‘fairy prince’ is completely real

and despite only being the second-in-line, he still feels a strong sense of responsibility towards the country, especially to inspire and empower young people

seeing the way his face lights up in excitement when he gushes about all of the organisations that he’s taken up an ambassadorship with, you can’t help but start to admire him

he opens up to you about the struggles of growing up in the public eye and the media storms that almost tore his family apart

it’s no wonder that when felix invites you as his guest to the royal family’s christmas ball, it causes quite a stir

“no journalist has stepped foot inside the palace in the last fifty years, felix” you repeat, pacing frantically in your bedroom as he tries to calm you down over the phone

“you’re not coming as a journalist, you’re coming as my guest.”

“i can’t even dance!”

“i’ll teach you. you know i’ll look out for you, don’t you?”

“i know it’s just- are you sure about this? about me being there?”

“it has to be you.”

you can almost hear the smile in his voice, warm and reassuring

“okay… only if you’re sure”

“i’m sure. a hundred and one percent.”

the whole interior of the palace is more rustic and homely than you’d expected

and the music is lively, so are the laughs

his sisters are the most beautiful, sweetest girls you’ve ever met and your heart instantly feels warm in their presence

along with the hospitality of his parents (besides the occasional side-eye you get from the king)

in a conversation with one of his sisters, who speaks as fondly about felix as everyone else seems to, she mentions hearing about you

“my brother is an affectionate person, but i’ve never seen him gush about anyone as much as he has about you” she beams

flustered, you look over at him, only to find him looking straight back your way

leaning back against a wall with a glass in his hand, almost oblivious to the group of people that are circling him and instead fully focused on you

he hands his drink to one of his friends and proceeds to slowly walk away

but not before tilting his head and giving you a mischievous look that you immediately know the meaning of

let’s get out of here

“this is nothing like i imagined” you breathe shakily, following felix down the stairs as he leads you out of the ballroom

“what were you expecting?”

“chandeliers, statues, maybe a dragon” you laugh

“i wish” he sighs playfully as he nudges open a door to the outdoor courtyard

felix hurries a few steps ahead so that he can extend his hand to you as you step out onto the glacial footpath

but he ends up almost slipping over his own feet in the process, so you interlace arms and cling to each other for dear life

“ah-!” you stifle a squeal, instinctively tightening your grip on the sleeves of his flowy white dress shirt with every step you take

you glide around each other on the frosted concrete for a few seconds trying to regain your balance

“hey look, we’re sort of dancing” felix chuckles, twirling you under his arm with ease as you gently fall forwards and laugh against his chest

“i don’t think this counts”

“then let me teach you properly like i promised”

light snow continues to fall as you find your rhythm, guided by the soft echo of people clapping along to a lively acoustic beat inside the palace

“am i doing this right?” you ask softly as you watch your feet while carefully mirror his steps

“yeah” he whispers against your hair, warm breath tickling your ear, “you’re doing it perfectly”

the distant roaring of crowds indicates that it’s come to that part of the night where the royal family gives their christmas address to the public at the front of the palace

but felix just continues to hold you close, humming blissfully as if to drown out the noise

“i think the whole world’s waiting for you out there...”

he pulls away, just for a second, and looks at you with those doey brown eyes that seem to hold the expanse of the entire sky on the clearest winter night

“the world can wait”

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I'm not the same anon but I'd also love to know about your OCs :]

OKAY SO these are more or less in the order i created them. so here we go this is gonna be <33 long<33 and also if u wanna ask anything more PLEASE do cuz im trying to keep this answer. not a whole book just maybe an essay also im gonna put it all under read more so its not annoyign to scroll over<3 also if u read all this. i love you and if u wanna ask anything more cuz there a big chance i didnt mention sth even tho it is There Canonically is bc i wanted to keep this short. and its 2.5k words anyways. so <3

theres mira (she/her) whos a bisexual trans girl whos also the mom friend but not fully like she WILL yell at you to shower and eat something but also she will do a drug run if u dont want to. also between helping an idiot cook pasta and having to quickly and efficiently hide a body guess which one of those skills is used more<3 and also her last names farren also also. shes 183cm (6'0) tall and shes fat an also mostly wears grey/monochrome. also mostly sweatpants and loose shirts. also she was my first oc and bc of her once canonically owning a grey shirt with a lennyface on it i got myself a shirt like that. so<3 also she has a dog but its a schroedingers dog in a way that it depends if i wanna include the dog. but i do know what dog is it and its a medium mutt that has sth from a frenchie but not fully and shit<3 also i got at least one angry anon abt her cuz shes transfem and im not and i made her fat and im a terf apparently bc of that??

and then theres leo (he/him) whos miras older brother and also his middle names isaac and hes the reason why mira has to teach a grown man how to live cuz leo is just. a fucking idiot. a golder retriever himbo. and also if u think of any of the boys will be boys tik toks or sth thats just him<3 hes also trans like mira and so they did the good ol switcharoo to their parents but their parents died when leo was like 7 and mirai was like 5 but thats a whole other thing but also hes slightly shorter than mira (hes 180cm/5'10) and he cries and wails about it all the time and just to annoy him mira loves to call him a short king even tho hes not actually short and also he plays the guitar and looks like a white dad on holidays with hawaiian/bad pattern shirts and beige cargo shorts and shit and also he canonically a boyfriend whos my besties for like 8 years??? and theyre both just awful i love them also i wrote a fic where leos a singer n shit and ginger (his bf) is like a sound dude??? or sth?? idk but they go on tours and shit and it was fun but fun fact i gave it to my polish teacher for a grade and it was like 44 A4 pages in arial size 11. and she read it all.

then theres ayako (she/her) whos full name is sulika ayako hitomi and just… my beloved. i love her so much. shes this energetic extroverted bitch and shes llike 185cm/6'0 but usually wears platforms or heels or so and theres a tiktoker who looks EXACTLY like her and even acts like her and is basically ayako irl (imanixnick specifically the ones where they have the pink/purple wig) and shes been miras besties forever and when mira came out she was helping her with makeup and bc they both lived in like. poorish suburbs where people barely accept black and queer people ayako was going with mira to the stores and shit and she was buying clothes for her before mira started passing as a girl enough not to get weird looks and also she's my only cishet oc and after leo transitioned she used to have a MASSIVE crush on him and she went. design wise. from a skinny white straight hair fangirl but then i wanted to give her very curly hair cuz it just Fit and then i settled on giving her an afro and realized white people dont have. afros. so she went thru Stuff also she will mix five billion accessories together and steal lip gloss from chain stores and go to raves and try and make mira wear other stuff than sweatpants also shes. canonicaly does have cat ears and tail<3

then theres nakka (they/them) whos full name is nakka faye and i think i got their name from going to google translate and going with shit like fox/coyote/etc to random languages until i find sth that sounds cool cuz theyre autistic as fuck (which. they are i just didnt know that when i made them) and for comfort they just wear a fox onesie or so and they dont swear much bc they just dont like it but they Do Swear Sometimes. also they like doin makeup stuff and theyre Good at it and theyre also pretty short cuz theyre like 156cm (5'1) or so and they volunteer at a shelter and bring random pets home to get them used to it and help them get adopted and also they work at a coffee shop in the same building as their apartment just like downstairs and theyre also not white like ayako and they help mira out with cooking and stuff cuz they actually got their shit together more than leo or ayako and theyre just. baby i luv them they dont have Much character cuz theyre just chilling but i love them so much anyway

theres also truce!! (they/he) and uh he is. maybe just MAYBE i made them after listening to truce 21pilots and was like yes i need an overthetop emo fucker. but then they kinda got more character and shit also just like miras dog truce has wings but only when i feel like it<3 also theyre 168cm/5'6 and just. skinny with emo fringe u google emo boy and its just them. they also have two boyfriends but abt them later and also theyre depressed and anxious and all that stuff that emo boys have and also their wings are like. when he has them. its a black to white gradient and honestly the wings would be Absolutely Canon if i fucking knew how to draw wings. cuz its just fun<3 also i designed him right. and then it hit me. google phil lester 2009. thats what they look like down to side of the fringe and eye colour<3 also they like designing clothes and shit and also they like bothering ceres (their bf) with emo knowledge and stuff and also theyre kinda a Whore so theyre the one i go to when i wanna sketch like. yknow. idk i have a drawing of them from like 2 yrs ago in like a full on harness and stuff and their first deisgn had like. uhh open shoulder?? like wide head hole that goes down the arms of like flowy bright blue material or sth and it just stayed until i made him a whore. oh also their full name is truce caspian blemish. yes. iknow. also hes bisexual<3

and theres ceres!!! (he/whatever) and fun fact i couldnt come up with a last name for him and my bestie came up with just it being ceres moon. cuz his first design had like silver rings around his head and also his whole thing was like spacey and his hair is like dark blue and its either in a bun cuz he has shaved sides or just messy cuz why not also hes 186cm/6'1<3 and also. hes a schizophernic bipolar drug addict. and truces boyfriend<33 also he just. barely functions. but bc truce is also Not Well and they care abt each other they kinda. both had to get slightly better and stuff even tho truce does have suicide attmepts like once a month lmao and ceres just got used to that even tho its not Great and they just vibe together and get high and drunk and jump to music even tho truce listens to emo shit and ceres listens to like. soundcloud rappers. and also he loves to annoy mira by stumbling drunk into her apartment to look around for Something he doesnt remember and mira is just. so used to it so she knows how to deal w him and just either lets him sleep it off and takes him back to truce before ceres gets drunk again and he like. has a whole backstory when it comes to like drug abuse and stuff lmao also!! hes just. queer he doesnt like labels much and he just doesnt really give a shit abt it also he has multiple ear piercings and snake bites<3 also he has a beard like not a long one but its There

and!!! theres william. william aaron nowell (he/him) whos also truces boyfriend and ceres's boyfriend and hes a punk vampire and hes 191cm/6'3 and he was born in like first half of 1700s (either 30s or 40s i never remember) and was changed bc of an accident when he was coming home and then just. long story short fucked around until he met the others blah blah blah but he got. quite a reputation for killing cops and stuff to the point where whnever hes Caught which. he chooses to be caught sometimes for fun the cops are either like "uh oh" and leave him alone OR if they do decide to fuckin arrest him theyre like uhh. uhm. well. uh. and sometiems bc william (also if u call him will hes gonna get pissed off) likes to just Fuck Off Who Knows Where from time to time sometimes mira gets a phone call from like. argentina from him like yo ye im fine anyway ticket money to come back?? but like. both ceres and truce are fine with williams disappearing cuz. he tends to like bring back idk Fancy Kinds of Weed so ceres and truce are like yep thatll do thanks but also they know william just gets. bored and annoyed if he has to be in one place for too long. also he likes to make fun of truce for havin a vampire kink (as a mcr fan does) and having a vampire bf and also im writing a fic w all three of them and the thing rn is that both truce and ceres Died and william has to decide if he wants to make them vampires which isnt That Easy<3 also he has a bunch of piercings and a tattoo of a pentagram on the side of his head

then theres cassie!! (he/him) his full name is trevor cassidy actually but he goes by cassie cuz at one point one of his friends called him cassie and he was like oh actually i like that more than trevor thanks even tho it was kinda. making fun of him cuz hes a pop punk rejceted sum41 member lookin ass and was kinda feminine when he was younger so it was a case of "haha girl name" and he was like noo its MY name now fuck you<3 anyway hes also not white and has vitiligo and his hair is like. dyed green hair but not fully cuz his roots are like half the length and the green is like. washed off and yellowish and also hes just. living off energy drinks and chips he also like. has always been kinda intimidated by william so when truce was like "oh yea u know ceres but my other bf williams gonna come over" cassie was like oh god hes cooler than me and also cassie is nonbinary but he still uses he/him just bc hes comfortable with that but hes stil nb. and also he plays guitar and bass also i dont think i said but hes like 175cm/5'8 and hes the second out of my 2 Bearded ocs not bc he Wants to have a beard but usually he just. forgets to shave he prefers his face shaven but sometimes he just. doesnt do that<3

theres also pixie!! (xe/xem) and xes ayakos best friend and xes a black scene kid who looks like a monster can and xes first design had xem have like green tongue and ngl i feel like. just for fun. im gonna keep xem having a green tongue<3 also xe doesnt have much like backstory and shit cuz i havent worked on xem much unfortunately but. xes ayakos bestie and they steal lip gloss and earrings together and go to raves and hang out and stuff and ayako does xes hair and they exchange earrings sometiees and just. ayako and mira are best friends since forever but theyre different besties than pixie and ayako cuz yknow its different when u have a Whole Life bestie and a not whole life bestie and also xes like 170cm more or less? which is almost 5'7. and xe met ayako cuz they were both shoplifting and just made eye contact and then security thought theyre together like friends so they were yelled at and had to leave together and ayako was like what were u getting tho and pixie was like uhh earrings these ones:D and ayako goes YOOO u wanna go for bubble tea or sth and hit up another claires and then they just started hanging out together<3

theres also eden (it/its) whos my main minesona and it has SO much story to it but it was mostly made for a smp im in but anyway. its like. has no hesitation murdering people and have killed before and also i Could go off abt its minecraft lore bc its connected but basically its like. goes off on trading values? like u give it something itll give back but also if u hurt it or give it shit it WILL fuck you up completely bc it has no sense of Holding Back and basically. it Does exist in the same universe (?) as the rest as seen in the fucking fic ill never finish i mean</3 and its like. this 210cm/6'11 fucker with fucked up burnt wings and red eyes that glow sometimes and claws and Mutations and general fuckupery<33 but yea it has a backstory its just Minecraft long story short it was an experiment to make the player better the science place got blown up by accident it survived bc its dna is mixed w like piglin brutes and other shit but there was redstone radietionm so it got radiated and yeeted to the nether and its first experience with Society were piglins and thats why its value system works like that

but talkin abt minecraft ocs theres also kierah (they/them) whos just There and has horns and was a minecraft oc first but now its Just an Oc but they dont have basically. anything done abt them so<3 i also have like a fursona designed but its not an oc cuz im trying to stop myself from making furry ocs cuz im not a furry artist

#i can provide more or less shitty art for most of them <3 #also! better safe than sorry if u wanna send me an ask abt how im transphobic fatphobic racist etc etc just. dont #i promise i got an ask like that before #i did do my research abt desingning poc characters blah blah blah and all #but yea uh. i would be sorry for that but im not<3 #anyway if u ask me more abt my ocs ill love you forever cuz im DEFINITELY sure i missed a lot abt them bc of trying to just #write out the most improtant things #ask #ocs

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