#ohhhhhhhhh he's just so handsome

[jasonisaacs]

Jason Isaacs at the BAFTA TV Awards. (May 14th 2023) Photographed by Dave J Hogan.

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Swiss/GNreader

Swiss is enchanted by you. So in return he decides to enchant you... just a little differently. 

No smut but VERY NUDE GHOUL and very suggestive.

Today has been such a good day. The weather was perfect, you didn't have any chores to do, you relaxed with your friends in the church gardens almost all day. Just soaking up the sun and catching up on things you haven't been able to before now. It left you feeling refreshed and in a really good mood. 

It's early afternoon, you say your goodbyes to your friends and head back down to your room. A nap sounds really really good right now. Just a quick one. Or maybe you'll just tidy things up around your room. You wonder what's happening for dinner tonight. You are hungry… perhaps you could have a quick snack… you're so lost in your train of thought you don't realise you've made it to the door that leads into the common room you share with Copia’s ghouls. 

After swinging the door open you let yourself in and start to think about what you're going to eat before you're forced to stop dead in your tracks. 

Your eyes go wide. Your blood freezes in your veins. Your heart stops beating.  

Sitting just opposite you, on the other side of the room is Swiss. Sitting pretty perched on the bench… completely naked. 

Your eyes meet. He cocks his head to the side and breaks out into the cheekiest smile you've ever seen. You have no words. Was this on purpose? Have you walked in on something that was meant for someone else? The door is still wide open. You could just slip back through it and pretend this never happened to save yourself a world of embarrassment. 

But god…. He's so pretty. Putting himself on display. Legs open, hands on either side of his thighs, with the most cunning look adorned on his face. You're using every single ounce of self control you could possibly muster, forcing your eyes to stay on his and not flick down just slightly…

“You gonna close it or you want the whole church to see what belongs to you?” 

Oh. 

Oh okay. 

You slam the door shut behind you. But keep your feet planted on the ground. 

“Mine?” you ask him.

“Mmmhmm” he hums back at you. He can't seem to wipe the grin off his face. Clearly pleased with your reaction, and very smug that his little plan worked so well. 

But he can tell you're a little unsure…. Not for long though…

“You wanna play with me?” 

You start to take small steps closer at his question. Finally letting your eyes travel down… down ….down. Ohhhhhhhhh my god.

Every inch of him is absolutely perfect. So handsome yet so fucking pretty. Your knees are weak, your mouth is dry. You're struggling to find words. 

When you finally reach him. You reach out and let your hands feel his skin. Dragging them up and down his flexed arms, down his chest and across his stomach… then down his muscled thighs stopping at his knees. He hooks a leg around your back and slowly pulls you closer into him. Now you're stood between his legs staring up at him as he smirks down at you. 

“Hmmmm? You wanna play with me? Because I wanna play with you…” he whispers into your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat and your cheeks flush at how forward he is. He is utterly intoxicating. 

You bring your hands up again, letting them linger on his bare chest. His muscles twitch at the contact your cold fingers make with his heated skin. 

“Mine…?” you ask again. You need to make sure you're not hallucinating this. You can't be. His scent, the heat radiating off him, the way his voice… as smooth as honey, confirms to you that you are indeed his….

“Yes sweetness…all yours” and at that he dips his head down to let his lips latch themselves onto your neck. Your hands grab hold of his shoulders to hold yourself up. You can already feel your legs giving out on you.

When you release a breathy moan at the small amount of pleasure he has awarded you… he pulls away and rests his forehead of yours. 

“Lets go bub… i'm all yours until the sun rises” he whispers to you again. He doesn't want to ruin the mood, he doesn't want to rip you out of the blissed out state you seem to be in already. And fuck he has barely had you yet. You don't even realise how tightly you have him wrapped around your little finger. The things he would do for you. The feelings you unknowingly pull from him, he has yet to understand himself. 

The two of you will sort that out another time. But for now.. He has a promise to keep up. 

So he hops off the bench, takes your hand in his and leads you, still with a fuzzy mind from a simple kiss on the neck, into his room and straight into his bed. Where he keeps you for hours. 

Even after the sun rose.

[pseudofaux]

Hi!! I love your writing!! If your requests are still open, please could I request a drabble with Leonardo x MC x Comte, where MC has a hard day of work and they help her relax. If you could, could you make it sweet and spicy and include some praise please! Thank you so much, and have a great day :)

Ohhhhhhhhh man, this is like. 🤎💛THE DREAM💛🤎, right?! 🤤 Thank you for requesting, I hope you see this post and enjoy!

(Requests are currently closed, I am finishing up ones I owe from earlier this year. I’ll post a masterlist when they are all completed. Thanks for reading!)

They begin to massage your hands, working every knuckle and fingertip and even your weary palms. Leonardo uses his thumbs on the back of one hand and Comte makes the lightest, most pleasurable scratches down the sides of each finger on the other. You feel like you are floating somewhere between them, like your bed is the warm water of la thermae and they’ve stretched you out between them on top of the water as they sometimes like to do. It is heaven to your tired body. Behind your eyelids gentle constellations begin to bloom, just like the ones painted on the ceiling of the mansion baths. They keep you drifting and blissful like this for quite some time.

You are so tired. It’s almost worse that it wasn’t a bad day, just a hard one. There’s nothing and no one in particular to blame for your exhaustion. Still, you are bone-deep weary, and the walk to your room is more a trudge than a series of steps. You make it, somehow, and there’s a very handsome man sitting careless and beautiful on your bed that is a sight for your sore eyes.

“Buona sera,” Leonardo says, not yet looking up. He licks his finger and then creases the top corner of the page he’s on and shuts the book in his lap. When he does spare you a glance, he chuckles at what he sees. “You look like you’re about to faint on your feet, cara. C’mere.”

He’s not wrong, and he’s even holding out his hand. You go, and let yourself fall face-first onto the bed he’s practically unmade with all his moving around on your covers. It’s not a dignified position you fall into (your ass is in the air), but it feels so good to lean heavily on something that you breathe out something close to a moan as you enjoy the comfort of being done for the day.

The door to your bedroom quietly clicks shut, and when there’s a soft “What did you do to her?” you smile, because the voice belongs to the other very handsome man you love. If you ask them to let you curl up between their bodies and sleep, they will. Leonardo will tease you, they will both hold you, and you’ll be able to drift off into the safe, restorative sleep you need.

“I’ve been here for hours, what am I supposed to have done to her?”

“I can see you certainly didn’t make her tea. Chérie, I brought you chamomile. Would you like some?”

You would, tea sounds lovely, but you don’t want to get up. You apologize and tell him exactly that.

Leonaro’s hand is already stroking the back of your neck, and he wordlessly begins pulling his hands down a little farther and adding pressure right onto your sore shoulders. You sigh and sink yourself into the mattress, hinged at the waist and boneless but for your legs.

“Let him kiss you,” Leonardo says, voice a more gentle burr than you could have imagined. His hand lightens up on its touch, but stays high on your back. “Before he pouts.”

You are smiling when Comte’s mouth finds yours, and you are touched that he came down to you so near the bed. Then you are touched again when a sip of warm chamomile tea flows into your mouth when you open for him. His hand cupped under your check catches the drips and his thumb wipes them away when you are done. You feel Leonardo’s hand on your back when you swallow.

“Thank you,” you murmur. You hope you gratitude is evident despite your motionlessness.

“This is all our pleasure. It’s a gift to be able to care for you the way we want,” Comte says.

You expect a quip from Leonardo but he says “Yeah,” impossibly fond. It’s enough to make you reach back for his hand, just to squeeze it and show him how much this means to you.

Comte gets your hand—you can tell by the gentleness of the grip that it’s him— and kisses the palm of it chamomile-warm before he guides it down to Leonardo’s hand, careful not to bend your arm any way that hurts. Leonardo’s fingers slip through yours like an easy lace and he trails them down to your fingertips… and then does it again.

“You rarely let us, after all,” Comte says, standing again if you can trust the distance of his voice. “And you are so tempting when you are tired.” His hands curve around your backside, slow and appreciative, before he slides them to your hips and helps you up into bed. Leonardo helps move your arm so you can roll into him on the bed, and kisses your forehead when your body nestles up against him.

“You know I hate it when he’s right,” Leonardo whispers, “But he is. Why don’t you let us help you dream sweet, hmm?”

Once you whisper your yes, they undress you carefully, as though all three of you are part of an imperfect-- Comte and Leonardo quietly snipe at one another over the way they unfasten your clothes-- but lovely ritual. You are left in your slip at the end, the long, thin silk and lace perfect sleepwear as far as you are concerned. They settle you on your back in the middle of the bed and rest your hands gently on the sheets, like you are some fairy tale princess and they are your attendant knights of sepia and gold. It’s not a particular touch but the enormity of their care that sends goosebumps down your arms, and your eyes fluttering open.

Their expressions of concern above you make you smile. “I love you,” you say. “Thank you both.”

Comte touches your face. “We love you.”

“No thanks necessary,” Leonardo says before he kisses your cheek. “Let’s see about those dreams.”

They stretch out, one on either side of your body, and slide their hands into yours like they’d planned this. Maybe they had. The warmth of each caress makes you sigh and close your eyes again. If they are determined to love you and care for you this way, you will let them. You don’t have the strength (or desire) to stop them, even to fight for your chance to be a more active participant in all this.

Leonardo must have noticed your brows furrowing, because he whispers again. “Don’t worry, insonnolita. We’ll get you there. You want to make us happy?”

You hum.

“Then remember it makes us happy to make you feel good, yeah?”

You hum again.

They begin to massage your hands, working every knuckle and fingertip and even your weary palms. Leonardo uses his thumbs on the back of one hand and Comte makes the lightest, most pleasurable scratches down the sides of each finger on the other. You feel like you are floating somewhere between them, like your bed is the warm water of la thermae and they’ve stretched you out between them on top of the water as they sometimes like to do. It is heaven to your tired body. Behind your eyelids gentle constellations begin to bloom, just like the ones painted on the ceiling of the mansion baths. They keep you drifting and blissful like this for quite some time.

“Nothing is wrong,” you say quietly, suddenly eager to reassure them. “I’m just tired.”

Comte squeezes your hand. “Then let us put you to sleep,” he says.

“Why else would we be in bed?” Leonardo asks.

You smile even though he’s teasing. The first time you let them care for you this thoroughly, it felt like a little too much. But today it is exactly what you need: to lay in your bed and let them love you.

“You comfy?”

When you nod, he whispers “Brava,” real slow, and begins to kiss down the curve of your shoulder. Every press of his mouth is tender, he’s not teasing any more, only soothing and appreciating you. It’s a little like being kissed by Comte in two places at once, but when Comte starts to kiss your other shoulder you can make out the differences: Leonardo kisses with slightly more force even when he’s being gentle, and he’s faster even when he’s not rushing.

Or maybe it’s that he has somewhere else to be, because he’s moving down your arm while Comte appears to be staying at your shoulder, loving you with his mouth and the occasional and very delicate scrape of fangs, the kind you like best.

When Leonardo has made it all the way down your arm, he lifts your hand and kisses the back of it in sweet, courtly gesture. “Let him kiss you,” he says again. “Before he pouts.”

Your laugh is cut off by a firm kiss from a Comte who is already pouting. His frown over your mouth is proof. “Don’t listen to him, chérie,” he whispers. “He’s jealous he doesn’t get to kiss you.”

“I have no reason to be jealous,” Leonardo says, just loud enough to be clear even though he says the words into the silk over your belly. “You do your part and focus on that, or I’ll give you something to really pout about, yeah?”

Comte huffs an indulgent laugh, but you can’t tell which one of them is winning. Then Leonardo slides your slip up your sides, and you realize you are.

His breath is somehow chamomile-warm against you without him having had any tea (you know he doesn’t like it), just the right temperature to match just the right touch of his blunt, roughened fingertip as he prods at your weeping sex. He takes it away and makes an obscene and completely unmuffled sucking sound that makes your thigh muscles flex.

“Settle down, I’m getting to it,” he says, and he kisses high on the inside of your leg to prove it. “Wouldn’t ever leave, if you didn’t make me.”

The way he noses at your clit makes you gasp the breath right out of Comte’s mouth, and sweet man that he is, Comte smiles and says, “That’s perfect, that’s so good, mon bonheur. Will you let us please you?”

Your yes comes out throaty, because Leonardo hasn’t waited for it. He gives you the first wide, flat, slow lick and your toes curl tight.

You are still very tired, so your body doesn’t come off the bed like it usually would, but your shoulders do press you up a little— and Comte uses the movement to slide his hand between the silk and your chest, cupping the curve he finds and sighing like he’s found perfection itself.

“‘Jealous he doesn’t get to kiss you,’ he says,” Leonardo mocks from between your legs. And then he licks you again, all the way up until his tongue leaves the tip of your clit.

“Don’t pout, Leo,” Comte says, smiling against your mouth this time. “Especially not while you’re there.”

Leonardo makes a sound of exasperation, but his hands on your hips are calm and keep you right where he wants you for his feast. They also allow you to roll your hips toward his tongue as it returns to you, strong enough to press flat against your sex and drag up through the arousal he finds.

“Always so pretty, even when you’re exhausted,” Comte murmurs. “You can’t know how lovely you are or you’d never throw yourself on the bed like this.”

Leonardo is better at making you come quickly with his mouth. The ways he doesn’t hesitate to press all of his mouth against you with delicious friction or suck your clit into his mouth or drag his tongue against your walls, strong, always gets you there. Comte is better at soothing you, making an orgasm a pleasant build that ends in bliss without any angry clutching or desperation.

So when Leonardo is done and you’re whimpering and trying to find your breath, Comte helps you until you do, murmuring that you’re incomparable and radiant. And then he gives your mouth one last kiss and turns you slowly by the chin to Leonardo, who waits for you with a tongue that tastes familiar.

He murmurs something about this being harder than he thought, but worth it, and kisses you gently senseless while Comte presses his own kisses down your arm. He lets the points of his fangs graze you a few times, just the way you like.

“You feeling sleepy, cara?”

“Not anymore,” you whisper, one hand finding his. Your other hand settles into the sleek softness of Comte’s hair just as he kisses you low on your belly, and you do not let go until they really do put you to sleep.

But that’s some time later.

[newtonsheffield]

I feel like we haven't had some Kate and Gregory moments in a while? Ben would show up at Anthony and Kate's all the time for comfort. What about Gregory?

Ohhhhhhhhh We know how much I love Gregory and his emotional support Kate.

You just know that Gregory is slinking into Kate's office every time Lucy yells at him for ruining her filing system. And Kate's just like "Sit down, eat the apple turnover and walk out pretending to be chastised." Because Gregory is lowkey her favourite cheeky little Bridgerton. She often laments that Gregory is just a little on the young side for her, so she had to settle for Anthony. And Obviously Anthony is just like: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Okay! Kate and Gregory!

From the very first time she'd met Gregory, standing a little nervously in the foyer of Bridgerton and Sons trying to hide his enormous 6ft behind Lucy's 5ft 3, Kate had liked him. Gregory was sweet and kind, and he had a little mischievous streak that Kate found very very endearing. They'd been friendly, but when she started dating Anthony, they'd somehow drifted even closer. Gregory had looked up delightedly when Kate and Anthony had arrived hand in hand, and not the least bit surprised. Which had in fact surprised her a little. For some reason, though she'd told her own family she hadn't quite imagined that Anthony had burst into his mother's living room yesterday and proclaimed his undying love for her. She supposed they really might not know. She'd looked up shortly after settling herself behind her desk to a knock at the door and been a little wary of the bright smile on Gregory's face as he'd flopped into the chair opposite her. Kate Kate Kate, You know I always thought you'd make such a nice sister in law for me! Kate had rolled her eyes, despite the little flutter his words had caused in her chest. Well, Anthony's hardly shackled to me just yet. We've been in a relationship for about 4 days. Kate had said dryly, and Gregory had just grinned even more broadly. Well he was certainly very exuberant at Mum's yesterday. burst through the door talking about how much he loved you. Kate's heart leaping again at the ridiculousness of his statement. Mum nearly had a kitten, I wouldn't be surprised if she just shows up here today. Kate's stomach lurched Do you not have any real work to do?! Kate had said a little wildly and Gregory had laughed brightly standing from the chair and said earnestly I'm glad it's you Kate! And then he was gone before Kate could decide if he'd meant any of it.

Kate had tried and tried to get Gregory to realise that Lucy was perfect for him, and nothing had worked. And Kate had seen it all, the ache in her chest at the familiar way Lucy's face would fall when he said This is why we're friends, Luce! and Lucy would smile though it didn't reach her eyes, flinching away from him as he tried to pull her into a friendly hug. And every time Gregory's obviousness made her sigh. You're an idiot, you know. Kate said after she watched Lucy sidle away, watched her shoulders slump ever so slightly. Gregory spinning towards her like an adorably confused puppy. I'm sure you're right but why? Kate sighed again, rolling her eyes. One Day soon someone else is going to realise what you don't. And she'd left Gregory standing there a frown on his handsome face. And two weeks later, when she'd walked into the office and Gregory had his arms wrapped tightly around Lucy her smile bright, Kate hadn't been able to stop herself from tugging him into a hug of her own I'm glad you're not a complete idiot.

What do you say we show them how its done Sheffield? Gregory's voice said close to her ear and Kate bit back a smile, turning towards he brother in law his face shining with excitement. You know I haven't been a Sheffield in a few years now. she said as he led her onto the dance floor, spinning her a little madly, watching Lucy dancing with her brother a short distance away. You look so happy today, Greg. Kate said softly and impossibly, Gregory's smile got even wider. I'm the happiest anyone's ever been. And oddly, Kate believed him.

[harryfeatgaga]

so... this.... 👹👹 anyways completely unrelated, thinking about h coming home from a long day and all he wants to do once he’s home is snuggle up next to you and have a quiet night in... but you’ve been thinking about sucking him off all day. so you offer to rub his shoulders to help him de-stress and you try to keep it innocent but he’s just so handsome and kissable sitting on the couch so while you run your hands over his collarbones you trail kisses along his neck and you’re satisfied when he starts sighing and whining quietly under his breath. after a while you know he’s hard in his slacks so you take his cock out and whisper to him quietly “can i help you relax, handsome?” and harry’s nodding, melting into the back if the couch. after jerking him off in the space between your bodies you’re in front of him on your knees, taking him into your mouth slowly and he just gets lost in the pleasure, throwing his head back with his lips parted in a silent groan before praising you “fuck pet, makin me feel s’good. just what i needed after a long day”

OHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GODDJNFBHUIRJFHGIK

[unknowncountrygirl]

Drunken Confession: Murphy

Jae arrived in his typical outlandish behavior, weilding two large bottles of Fire Whiskey.

“Look alive boys, our Thursday night just got a lot more interesting!”

“Where did-” Charlie started but waved his hand, “you know what, never mind, I don't want to know.”

“I got cups in my trunk! Gather round boys, it's going to be a good night! Hope you don't have anywhere to go early in the morning.” He summoned his and Murphy's side tables and put them back to back to make a small table in the middle of the room. He then placed the two, rather large bottles on the tables, and went to dig in his trunk.

“This is?” Orion questioned, picking up one of the bottles.

“Irish brewed Firewhiskey, aged in barrels for years. It's the good stuff.” Jae mentioned, placing a array of cups on the table.

“You and I have different ideas of what good stuff is.” Murphy eyed the amber liquid that Orion was sloshing around.

Charlie got off his bed and walked over, looking at the small shot glasses.

“So... You brought it for us all to try?” He asked innocently.

“I have something actually more interesting in mind.” Jae said slyly. “Unless you are all a bunch of softies.”

“Hardly.” Ben replied deadpanned, picking up the second bottle to crack it open, and began to pour it into the glasses, filling them to the top. “What were you thinking Jae?”

“We've all known one another years now, lets get to know each other a little bit better.”

“This is your way of just trying to get information from us that you can blackmail us with later.” Murphy looked up at Jae, feeling very suspicious of him. Jae said nothing, just smiled slyly and took his shot before pouring himself another.

“Take a drink if you have ever used a unregulated potion, I'll go first.” He took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Ben lifted an eyebrow, but played along and poured himself a drink before taking a drink. Charlie, Orion, and Murphy simply nodded as they were handed their own drinks, not touching the liquid to their lips.

“Take a drink if you've ever... Seen a dragon?” Charlie tried. Jae, Ben, and Charlie took long sips.

“You are going to have to include something that we have done.” Murphy almost pouted with a smile on his lips. “Like if you've been voted most dashing Quidditch Commentator.” It was silly, but an excuse to take a drink himself.

About 20 questions, some laughter, light conversation, and the entire first bottle of Fire Whiskey, most of the boys were starting to feel the effects. Ben and Jae held their liquor the best, more then likely because this was not either one's first time drinking underage. Charlie and Murphy were about one drink away from being completely gassed, and Orion was one away from finding world peace.

“Oh, I've got a good one.” Jae slurred slightly. “Take a drink if you've ever had a crush-” All the boys lifted their drinks, but Jae finished his thought, “on Iris!” They all laughed lightly, but the laughter died out when all five of the boys continued to take a shot.

Murphy and Charlie almost immediately sobered up, and Ben froze like a statue.

“Soooo, we have all had dreams of Iris Rosewood?” Orion clarified.

“Is that a question we are suppose to drink to?” Murphy questioned, looking down into his glass feeling suddenly as small as an ant. He had felt the weight of insufficiency before, but this made it all the more real. How in the world could he measure up to any of the boys in the group, especially Ben or Charlie who Iris had much more history with.

“More clarification, perhaps I shall word it this way...” Orion drawled, “if you have a crush on Iris.”

Again, the room fell silent as all five boys took another shot.

A couple of the cleared their throats, Jae coughed into his hand. It had become incredibly awkward, incredibly fast.

“This is uncomfortable.” Charlie broke the silence. “I'm going to uh.... Turn in.” The redhead stood up and quickly retreated to his bed and shut the curtains. Ben stood, mumbled something and actually left the dormitory.  

“Fate had already decided for us, if one of us shall be with Iris, then we shall be,” he smiled in his wistful way.

Murphy, feeling slightly better at what Orion had declared agreed with him.

“You're right Orion, I think we are all good looking enough-”

“The problem you have Murphy, is not your looks or your ability as a wizard, it's the fact a romantic relationship requires sex.” Jae stated bluntly.

If he didn't already have a fire burning in his veins, that would have lit him up. He had never wanted to fight someone as bad as he did in that moment. The problem was Jae was tall, and fast, and Murphy was drunk. He poured himself another glass, finishing the second bottle and downed it in a couple chugs. He hoped that he would get rightfully wasted and forget this conversation had happened.

He did get rightfully wasted, but he did not forget the conversation and his brain supplied that he needed to take it to the source.

But that source was not in fact Jae.

Murphy cast a silencio charm on his chair and dumped himself into it rather clumsily, chuckling to himself as he wheeled out of the room.

He arrived at the girls dorm that he knew Iris and Skye shared. The year they had been sorted into Gryffindor there had only been three girls sorted, where there had been five boys, so the girls had much more space. He opened the door and saw two empty beds, and one that was being occupied by long white-blonde hair. Rowan's bed had a enchanted bouquet of flowers that he recognized from Iris's breeding flowers from her botany projects, and Skye's bed was messy and unkept while she was away visiting her dad for the Quidditch World Cup.

He rolled over to where Iris was sleeping and looked at her with a tilted head. She had soft rollers in her hair, and a mask over her eyes.

“Psssttttt.” He said, reaching a hand out to shake her shoulder. She visibly jumped and quickly reached a hand to her face, pushing her eye mask up onto her forehead.

“Murphy?” She asked groggily, “wha- what are you doing here? What time is it?” She reached out and grabbed her small bedside clock and looked to see it was near 2:30 in the morning.

“I CAN SEX!” Murphy yelled rather loudly, causing Iris to jump again, her clock clattering to the floor.

“Shhhh! Murphy, if McGonagal finds you in my room, alone, she'll have both our heads!” Iris reprimanded him.

“But I need you to know!” He yell whispered, “I can have sex!”

Iris looked at him with a quirked brow, and mouth slightly ajar in disbelief. It was too early for this and she rubbed her face, propping herself up on her arm to sit up a bit.

“Ok?” She questioned, “why did you find the need to tell me this at 2:30 in the morning?”

“Because!” He slightly tipped foreword, and Iris held out a hand to catch his shoulder so he wouldn't fall out of his chair. That was when she smelt the alcohol on his breath and caught how his pupils were dilated.

“You're gassed!” She exclaimed.

“I drank a little.” He held up two fingers extremely close to one another.

“You drank a lot.” She nodded in affirmation.

“A lottle.” He slurred with a grin. “But I needed to tell you, because Jae said I couldn't have the sex.”

“Ok? Jae's an idiot.” She murmured sitting straight up, seeing that this was not going to be a quick conversation and found herself wishing she had worn more to bed. She had a sweatshirt with the neck cut out and a short pair of athletic shorts on. When she says short, she means her butt cheeks play peek-a-boo and with Murphy's eyes being butt level it was a recipe for disaster.

“I would be better then Bill Weasley kind of sex!”

“You have got to stop shouting.” Iris shushed him again.

“I would be better then Bill Weasley kind of sex!” He whispered again.

“Good for you, I wouldn't know.” She told him, tossing her eye mask on her side table. Murphy looked surprised.

“But-but he gave you his sweater!”

“Yeah, because the house elves accidentally shrunk it.” Iris explained to him.

“And you two spent a lot of time together, AND you still sometimes go with him!”

“Yeah,” she nodded in affirmation. “Because he's one of my most beloved and trusted friends. We've been through a lot together.”

“But he's handsome!” Murphy practically cried.

“Yes, yes he is. Very handsome.” Iris smiled at Murphy's grief.

“Then how have you not...” Murphy held up his left hand in a circle and used his right index finger to make a motion referring to the deed. Iris laughed and shook her head, deciding that even in his drunken state that he deserved the truth.

“Because Rowan liked Bill.” She told him, “There were so many could have been's in her passing. Talking with Bill, I think they could have been something but we will never know.” There was a shakiness in her voice as she explained the situation to Murphy who had a puzzled, but pleased, expression.

“So you and Bill... You never were anything?”

“Just very good friends.”

“OHHHHHHHHH!” He cooed loudly, causing Iris to slap a hand over his mouth. His lips moved under her hand and for a second she thought he was trying to talk, but realized he was licking her.

“WHY ARE YOU LICKING ME!” She pulled her hand back and wiped her hand on her comforter. “Murphy, you are being weirder then I have ever seen you, what's up?”

“I like you Iris, and I want you to know...” He trailed off pointing a finger at her as he leaned dangerously close to the front of his chair. “That I can be just like every other guy.” Iris looked at him and while she wanted to take what he was saying with a grain of salt, she could tell there was a lot of truth to what he was saying.

“If you are referring to your personality, I like that you're different, and loud, and outspoken. You are my biggest cheerleader and it's nice to be built up rather then being the one who builds everyone else up.” Iris told him, wondering if he would actually remember any of this in the morning. “If you're talking about physically, it made me wonder a bit at first but I did some reading and came to my own conclusions that it would be different but not impossible.” There was a sound that caught Iris off guard, cackling, giggling girls and the shrill voice of McGonagal. “Crap!” She jumped up and out of bed to dig in her trunk and find her invisibility cloak. She flung it on Murphy and held her fingers to her lips. “Keep quiet!” She grabbed her wand and cast a silencio spell on her room and walked to the door, then opened to pear out.

McGonagal was walking up the stairs, her hair pulled into a braid over her shoulder and her night dress dragging elegantly behind her.

“Ah, Miss Rosewood.” She chirped. “I don't suppose you know why there is chatter amoungst the younger girls about a boy sneaking into the girls dormitory?”

“Uh, no?” Iris faked confusion. Thankfully, her hair was still in their soft rollers and she probably looked like she had just rolled out of bed. “Then again, I've been asleep.” McGonagal peered inside her dorm and saw nothing. Meanwhile Iris's heart pounded hard in her chest hoping Murphy would keep his loud mouth shut.

“Very well, as head girl, if you hear anything I expect you to take care of it and report to me, yes?”

“Of course!” Iris nodded as McGonagal headed to check on the rest of the younger girls. The blonde shut the door and grabbed her head, it was far to early for the raging headache she could feel coming on.

“OOOOGGGG I'M A GHOOOOST!!!” Murphy called from his spot near her bed. She was royally screwed. She couldn't get Murphy back to the boys dorms since McGonagal was sniffing around.

“Murphy, listen. I want to go to sleep.” She murmured.

“Oh no... You don't like me anymore!” He wailed.

“What? No? I just want to sleep, which is what you should be doing!”

“But I wanted to prove a point-”

“Murphy, we are not having sex. There will be no sex having tonight, especially while you're drunk. If we were to have sex, I would want you to be coherent, which you are not!”

“I am co-herant!” He slurred, the invisibility cloak sliding to the floor. “I can tell you the score rate of the Hollyhead Harpies-”

“Which is the only scoring there will be tonight.” She reiterated.

“I could be a good- no- great boyfriend! We could make pretty blonde babies!” He announced loudly. At this point she would humor him if it meant getting to sleep.

“Yes we would.” She nodded as she adjusted his chair next to her bed.

“Pretty pretty babies. Lots of them.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I think five.” He nodded to himself as if stating a fact.

“Might as well go for six, have half a dozen.” She put her arms under his and heaved him into her bed.

“Woah. I'm in your bed.”

“Yep.”

“Are we-”

“Nope.” She peeled his shoes off and placed them on the seat of his chair.

“You sure?” He asked, starring at the canopy of her bed.

“Absolutely.” She affirmed as she dug inside her trunk, finding an old pepperup potion deep inside. She popped the cork out and gave it a sniff, smelled fine enough. Iris placed it next to the bed where she had a half drank glass of water. “I need you to go to sleep.”

“Are we gonna sleep together?”

“For the last time, no.”

“No? But this is your bed!” He gestured towards her blankets and it clicked for her.

“Will you be quiet if I do?” She asked as she placed her hands on her hips. He nodded eagerly and she crawled in next to him, their hips touching, and pulled the blanket over them. She turned onto her side and met Murphy's alcohol induced gaze. He was starring at her in a way he had never done so before and there was a little ball of tightness in her belly.

She wondered how he would react to this entire situation when he woke up clear headed. Part of her hoped he forgot it, and the other part hoped he really didn't.

“You're really special, Iris.” He said, his voice full of raw honesty. It was a simple compliment but it made her smile.

“You're really special too, Murphy.” She reached out a hand and placed it gently on his face, then tenderly took a few fingers and lightly touched his face. Over each eyebrow, down his nose, across his cheekbones. It was a trick her mother had used on her when she was little, when Iris was tired but just wouldn't calm down enough to fall asleep. Her mother would do this and soon Iris would be sound asleep. She hoped it would work with Murphy.

It did, in what felt like seconds.

Iris took the same finger that she had delicately traced his features, across his cupids bow, and the line of his bottom lip. She let out a long sigh and hugged her pillow, squished up against him so she wouldn't fall out of her own bed as he began to snore.

Lovely, this was going to be a long night.

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Murphy saw light trickling in the windows and blinked before crossing his arms over his face. His mouth was dry and tasted awful, his head pounded, and he felt like a right disaster. He could feel that he had apparently fallen into bed completely dressed, at least he got his shoes off-

He felt movement against his rib cage and he nearly seized. He managed to turn his head and open one eye open enough to look. Iris was still asleep, hugging a pillow against her tightly, breathing in steady deep breaths. Then the realization that he had gotten completely shit faced the night before came to the fore front of his mind.

How he had ended up in Iris's bed was a blank. He turned and saw a glass of water, which he reached out and chugged, and the pepperup potion. He did his best to sit up and not disrupt her in order to reach for the potion and down it's contents. His chair, to his horror, was out of his reach. He either had to fall out of the bed and crawl over to it, hope he could pull himself up into it all while being quiet enough not to wake Iris... Or wait for her to wake and have her help him.

Either option sucked.

Iris let out a sigh in her sleep and he turned to give her a look. He thought that whatever had happened, must not have been bad enough to make her mad at him, because they were sharing a bed. He also knew that nothing had happened in that regard as they were both still clothed.

Actually, he lifted the blanket and checked to see if they both still had pants on. He did, he couldn't see anything but Iris's stocky bare legs and horror filled his brain. Where were her pants.

The cold air on said legs must have been enough to chill her a bit, because there were suddenly blue eyes starring up at him.

They both just starred at one another, in thick, awkward silence and Murphy would have rather lit himself on fire.

“Good morning.” Iris finally said, clearing her throat.

“Yeaaahhhh.” He groaned.

“How's your head?” She asked as she shifted and propped herself up on her left arm, putting her slightly raised up higher then he was.

“Feels like I was hit by the night bus.” He ran a hand over his head and into his disheveled hair.

“Well fire whiskey will do that.”  

“How bad was I last night?” Murphy asked, not really wanting to know the answer. Iris giggled a bit and smiled.

“You really want to know?”

“Oh Merlin's balls.” He crossed his arms back over his face, hoping that would block out the world. “Was I that embarrassing?”

“You really wanted to make sure I knew you could have sex-”

“Oh God!” He wailed, pulling a pillow out from behind him to try and smother himself.

“Actually you said I can sex, to be exact.”

“That's not even grammatically correct!” He grunted, “oh, God, did I lick you at one point?” Memories began to come in fuzzy tidbits. Iris laughed as she sat up and looked at him over her shoulder and began to take out her soft rollers, letting her hair cascade down her back. Her hair was long, extremely long, and while Murphy knew she did (you'd have to be blind not to see it) he had never really studied it closely. Even while curled a few of the locks almost touched the sheets of her bed in the position she was sitting in.

In a rare moment of self indulgence, Murphy reached and twirled a curl around in of his fingers. He had always loved her hair, from the first time he saw her on the Quidditch Pitch. She had it pulled into a french braid, and he had wheeled up behind her with a pile of books. She had unlaced her curls and waves from her braid and swished them in front of him like one of the most erotic dances that he had ever seen.

“I said other things last night.” He stated, “didn't I?”

“Nothing horrible-”

“I literally came to proposition you for sex. How is that not horrible?” He asked, rather angrily.

“You never actually propositioned, you just wanted to make sure I knew you could.” Iris twisted at her waist to look at him, unraveling the last of her soft curlers, which she had been piling on her second bedside table. “To which I replied that if we were to have sex, I would want you to be coherent. Which you were not.”

Murphy raised an eyebrow at her. If, she's not saying we would never. It was a sliver of hope.

“What else did I say?”

“I think you can guess.” Ah, so he had admitted his feelings. “I was worried you wouldn't remember that.” He zoned in on one word.

“Worried?” He asked, noticing a mild blush creep across her skin.

“Well... Yeah. I was hoping you would remember, it was nice to hear, I just wish it hadn't been with liquor in your system.”

“If you think liquor has a habit of making people less truthful-” He started.

“No, no, I know you were being truthful, I was just hoping you wouldn't try and back track this morning.” She moved her hips, and laid on her belly, propped up on her elbows, practically shoulder to shoulder with him now so they could look at one another.

“There isn't anything to take back, I said it, it's true. I just...” He trailed off.

“What?”

“I've been rehearsing what I would say if I ever actually told you my feelings for you and one of those things was that I can be just like every other guy. But the truth is I can't.” There was a vulnerability to him at that moment and Iris knew that this was not something he had ever really shared with anyone and she felt warmth spread at the knowledge that he trusted her that much. “I can't dance with you at a ball, or hold hands and stroll down the halls, when we kiss you'll have to bend down or be sitting, and... If we had intercourse, it would be limited. It's not a lie that I can,” he made a motion with his hand like he was looking for the right words, “it just won't be as easy or like it would be with someone who has control over their legs and hips. Then there's the judgement that would come with it, people would think you're either pitying me or worse, that you're some kind of sexual deviant and it's a weird kink!” The last sentence made Iris laugh.

“So what? When have I ever cared what the general public has to say?” She asked, “as for the other stuff, yeah it's going to be different, and I'm sure it will be difficult at points, but it's you and you're worth it.” She told him, reaching a hand up and placed it against the side of his face, her thumb running over the skin near the corner of his lips. “I don't care, Murphy, I really don't. I care about you, and what you think.”

“You are a gem in this world, you know that?” He asked, giving her a content smile. Iris moved, crawled, and laid her chest against his, running her fingers through his hair. She had never seen his hair disheveled, and she thought he was even more adorable then normal with his hair tussled. He lifted his head and caught her lips, just as soft and wonderful as he had thought they would be.

“How are you going to stay impartial during games now?” She teased him.

“Impartiality be damned.” He curled his fingers and ran his knuckles over her cheek.  

“We should probably get up and get dressed, before any notices we're gone.” Iris told him honestly, if a bit sadly.

“I honestly don't care.” Murphy joked as he ran a hand through her long hair, tucking what he could behind her ear.

“Well, I do. I'm head girl and McGonagal will have my head if she finds me like this.”

“You mean with the most charming Quidditch commentator in your bed? I mean she would honestly be more disappointed with Quidditch gossip then anything else if we're being honest.” He winked at her as she pushed herself up and stood up, grabbing his chair to pull it close enough for him to get into.

“I'll meet you in the common room, and we can go down to the Great Hall together, sound like a plan?” Iris asked, picking up her invisibility cloak.

“Sounds perfect.” He winked at her as she tossed the blanket over him.

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Iris and Murphy walked into the Great Hall, thankfully it was a Saturday and people were coming and going most of the morning.

“Iris! McNully!” A familiar voice called out and they turned to see Skye waving at them. “Come on! Do I have some stories to tell you!”

“We do too.” Murphy joked to Iris as they both went towards Skye. On their way, Murphy managed to pass by Jae. The two made eye contact for a moment before Jae looked back to see Iris. He narrowed his eyes at her before he looked back down at Murphy, who was grinning at him.

“Thanks for the Firewhiskey, Jae. Really took the edge off.”

Jae didn't say anything, but he seemed to understand what he meant and nodded. Murphy wiped the smile off his face and actually extended his hand to him, as an offer of a truce of sorts. Jae looked at him, quirked a eyebrow, but took his hand.

It was simple, and it was amicable. Iris smiled behind Murphy. Regardless, Jae was her friend and she didn't want there to be hard feelings. Murphy and Iris went on towards Skye, and Jae headed out of the Great Hall.

Iris sat down, and Murphy parked his chair, transferring himself onto one of the long benches. Once he was settled, Iris reached over under the table and took his hand, interlacing his fingers in hers. Murphy felt like this was one of the best feelings he had ever experienced. He looked over at Iris, Skye was prattling on about the Quidditch World Cup, but Murphy didn't hear a word. He was in his own little world and he was happier then he could ever be.

[cosmosrival]

Rico besides Kama what do you think about the other indian servants?????

AHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS GOING TO GET SOOOO LONG!!!! i have a different view of the indo fam as a whole. i call them the indo fam but i mean the found family trope!!!! theyre like a group of college students sharing a dorm if that makes sense, since their servant selves are obviously different from their initial myths/human vessels!!!

OK SO. RECENTLY, i have an oomf that found books about arjuna that summarize his exploits in the mahabharata(I DONT HAVE THE STRENGTH TO READ IT ALL IM SO SORRY) and also talk about him in a more philosphical manner such as his states of mind during each event etc and i’ve been meaning to read said book because im genuinely interested in arjuna now!!! and i’d like to know more about this indo prince because from what i’ve seen, he is portrayed in a rather bad light(?) in FGO which i find extremely !!!!!!!!!!! and incrdibley !!!!!!! strange !!!!!!! the mahabharata’s conflicts can be put in a mostly grey area where there’s no good nor bad, its not black and white. so seeing arjuna get bashed because of the way his conflict with karna was written is... hm. let’s say that im REALLY starting to understand arjuna fans that dislike seeing him get mischaracterized so much. OTHER THAN THAT, his design is adorable, his travel outfit is my favourite because he deserves to relax and have some fun!!! fgo making him a chuuni is cute and his VAs little moans are cute cute cute!!!!!!!!!!! (mash grabs my shoulder and forces me to sit down) i think that arjuna deserves better and im really happy to see him have fun in his travel costume voicelines. i think we should take arjun on a date!!! he’s a great lover, we’d have the best time!! OH ALSO, kama seeing him as the student council president in their interlude makes me SOOOOOOO HAPPY its unreal, i think it fits him very very well, the seitokaichou who was elected because of everyone’s hopes and recommended by teachers because he’s suuuch a good student but because of that, the pressure to be good is constantly towering over his head and everytime he looks out the window he wishes he could ditch class and skip a day just because he felt like going to the arcade and be a bad student.......just this once........i think hes very very cute...... i want him to cook for me. HAVE YO U READ HIS BOND 4 VOICELINE ?mmmmmggg i want him to get embarrassed everytime i praise him for having such a muscular waistline. AUG

ANEWAYS i also have quite the thoughts about karna, his characterization in the game is linked to arjuna’s and thats fine but i think that forgetting how much of a little sassy bastard he can get was a mistake! did you know that in apocrypha’s german dub on netflix, when jeanne calls his name like “You’re Karna, aren’t you ? The son of the Indian Sun God !” HES LIKE “So ?” AND THAT WAS SOOOO BITCHY OF HIM, i think that karna is a good boy in fgo but the fact that he was such a fighty old man in the mahabharata shouldnt be forgotten and is a charm trait. I MEAN ???? HE THREW HANDS WITH AN 18 YEAR OLD(ARJUN) WHILE BEIN LIKE... THIRTY TWO. WHATS WITH THIS ANNOYING OLD MAN !!!!! knowing these little facts about him made me like him so much more actually !! i think karna being so nice is adorable!! but the little bitchy energy u can find in his voicelines is also very charming!! i think karna looking at me emotionless as i ask him to lend me his notes for the nth time that week and then saying “...Mn.” when i thank him is cute!!! his voiceline towards things he dislikes is interesting to me. karna seeming aloof and mean bc he doesnt know how to communicate but is actually nice underneath...... hey... thats a little delinquentcore........ i wouldnt say yankii but hes like... hes like... u know hes the handsome quiet one of the group of yankiis... u know the one...? hey where are you going

ganesha is also a character im deeply interested in but i havent played CCC so i dont know that many details about jinako herself !! my brain goes HMMMMMM it seems lord ganesha is trans in fgo ! (since kama used to be a male god originally as well!!) ganesha uses all pronouns!!! and ganesha is also special to me because they share similar traits with kama when it comes to their characterization AND mischaracterizations. ganesha isnt JUST jinako. theres a part of a god in the servant mix!!! and jinako HERSELF is actually a pretty sad character imo. the whole otaku/neet thing is obviously a facade and her true wish being that she wants to redo her whole life is also proof of how much she hates what shes become, yet at the same time, she doesnt know what else she could do. but anyways, i prefer looking at servants from a lore POV so i think that ganesha should still be considered a god and be adressed as such!! i like seeing people portray ganesha as jinako but i prefer it when a certain lavish more godly side of them is put forward. a side of jinako that managed to move on a little bit if that makes sense ? that got more serious. and became someone else entierly despite sharing similarities. needless to say their bond with karna makes me happy since he shows them respect as you should towards a god!! its a bit different from their bond in CCC... like they matured somewhat!! anyway ganesha is the one who taught everyone else in the indo fam about video games and technology and i will NEVER shut up.

ashwatthama..... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM %_’(’ç_”’è_ç(è_’”545656455456545453£¨¨µ¨µMµ¨++°=)=)°+ goodness. jesus christ on earth. my love story with him makes me so embarrassed. when he got revealed i instantly fell in love with him despite knowing JACK SHIT ABOUT HIM but since i was the only one in my friend group who was hardcore into fgo at the time, i kept my love for him to myself and just... (looks away)(i drop my wallet full of picturses of him) quietly adored his everything in silence. WELL, ree having an intense crush on yankii type characters isnt new, its been my favourite trope for ages (gyarus go in hand with them!!) and im still very attached to it so thats what made me love him in the first place!!!! BUT THEN. I GOT INTO HIS MAHABHARATAN LORE. And OHHHHHHHHH BABY.......... (im twirling my hair) so theres this 7ft tall war criminal..........<3<33<3(mash leans in and informs me that the convention of geneva didnt exist at the time) SO THERES THIS 7 FTTALL IMMORTALMAN.......<233 gOD he makes me absolutely CRAZY9909840385%£%%£%%µ%µ%µ the love i have for this character is immense and whenever im sad i remember that pako exists and has a tablet and can draw and i suddenly feel so much better. ok im gonna stop horny posting a little bit. but hes my wife. AND WHAT I LOVE ABOUT HIS PORTRAYAL IN FGO IS THAT, they actually made him a good boy despite his initial roughness and misdeeds ???!!! HELLO?? ashwatthama wishing for a redemption ark is my favourite thing and his righteousness that was born because of his regrets is a very interesting drivepoint to me !!! hes a gorgeous character and im buying a ticket plane as we speak right now so i can go find him in northern india. i’ll find him. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME !!!!!GET OFF ME !!!

miss lakshimi makes me very sad! because every female servant in the indo fam is an already known face. (... would sita count.) and lakshi being a jeanneface is a waste. well, she’s still very pretty and her lore is also quite interesting!! i havent looked into it fully yet but i think she should be kissed on the mouth. her bad luck makes me slip on a banana peel whenevr i get close to her to kiss her and i hit my head on the pavement and pass away- 

parvati is on a tough spot for me atm. i genuinely love thinking of her as the way the indian goddess herself is portrayed because thats where the fun lies for me in her character. especially when shes involved with other indian servants, thats a given!! i would like to see parvati grow, suffer and heal. because branding her as an “all-knowing mom” is easy, but every single parent makes mistakes if you follow that logic. also, since shes the sakura servant “thats closest to her initial personality”, she’s got some of the most Repulsive fans ive Ever witnessed in fandom spaces and lets say that im trying to work my way out of this hellhole and find things to like about parvati without the fandom’s influence. needless to say, im going to keep looking into her mythos and her lore by myself at my own pace and keep doing my own thing in my little corner. 

rama shouldve been a jock. THE RAMAYANA IS OLDER THAN THE MAHABHARATA, WHY IS.....Hrm well him being summoned as his baby version gives me hope for a future rama alt perhaps??? but i think that he shouldve been a total jock and he shouldve been huge with a huge red lion-like mane for his hair and a teethy grin and big biceps and intense love for his wife. SPEAKING OF SITA, her charm point is her purity but i wish.... that their artist still hadnt drawn them like That, im not a fan of lily servants and i think purity = being young is a bit of an annoying excuse!!! rama and sita looking similar is because of their shared history which is fine but... rolls my eyes............. rama shouldve been 6ft tall and sita shouldve been a milf to match...... anyways i doubt ravana would be added as a servant but i’d love to have a ramayana centric event!! where all indo servants have their own lore centric role to play!!! oh thatd be a dream.... but i have learned to not expect much from a fanservice game so im jus gonna draw my own stuff! (strikes a pose!) (mashu claps!)

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 16 + 17.12.20 lb

16.12.20

riddhima having completely opposite reaction to me, on discovering ki iss shakal ke do do bande ghoom rahein hain dharti pe.

hubs praising wifey’s intellect (he has a real low bar huh) in attached note and saying ki yeh birthday kamaaaaaaaal ka hoga.

meanwhile kabir has come back to investigate the trap door. bhai you keep saying “policewaala hoon, policewaala hoon” but i don’t see you actually going to work. “policewaala hoon” is this show’s “main AAAAADIIIINAAAAAGIN hoon!!!!!!!!!!!!!” to which literally all of us just respond, haan toh???? nahi matlab, sach mein.......... TOH??? hum kya hi karein iss bohut hi obvious yet useless information ke saath?

A+ hide and seek game going on here.

lmaooooooo iski shakal dekho, on being interrogated. he’s suchhhhhhhhhhhhh a shady fuck.

oh boy she said the word that shouldn’t ever be said to tellywood MLs..... “warna”....... it only leads to one thing:

yup. this fuckery.

“tumhe har baat kyun jaanni hoti hai??? nahi bataana.” lmao well, when you put it like that......

some ainvayi ka blah blah meant to deter her but only makes her more determined. coz hubs knows wifey veryyyyyyyyyy well by now.

also he just said that the raaz is “khoobsoorat”. so this has a positive result ultimately i think?

andddd he dropped a new aag metaphor: “aag dekhne mein khoobsoorat hai lekin usmein haath daalna akalmandi ka kaam nahi hai.” (remember when he told her as vansh wrt the whole ragini thing ki “aag mein haath daalogi toh aag ko kuch nahi hota, lekin tumhare haath jal jaayenge.”)

also lmao kab karti hai riddhima akalmandi ka kaam????? yes MO is literally just “is it questionable and are people telling me RIDDHIMA NOOOOOO? THEN RIDDHIMA YESSSSSSSSS.”

so of course she’s like fuck you i wanna know at alllll costs.

“yeh raaz tumhe ek aisi duniya mein le jayega riddhima jahaan se laut ke aana tumhare liye impossible hai.” ....... so exactly like being stuck in this house/family????? pfttttt, warn her with something she HASN’T been dealing with everyday for the past 6 months.

some more dumb mysterious metaphors and he finally leaves. 

NOW WHO THE FUCK IS WATCHING HER FROM OUTSIDE?????? OUFF THIS FUCKING HOUSE IS FILLED WITH CREEPS AND PERVERTS.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MIRROR KE PEECHE THERE’S ONE ITTTU SA SAFE  MADE SPECIALLY JUST TO HOLD ONE (1) THIN PIECE OF PAPER. AMAZING.

OH?

OHHHH??????

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

meanwhile idhar someone badeeeeeee safaai se maarofied the photo. ok you were spying on her from outside and knew that there was a compartment behind the mirror. BUT HOW DID YOU CRACK THE PASSWORD ON FIRST TRY??????????? IDHAR MERE KO APNA HI GMAIL TUMBLR INSTA PASSWORD 3 BAAR ENTER KARNE HOTE HAIN BEFORE IT LETS ME IN.

“happy birthday, Dollar Biwi!” mmmmhmmm got you all wet under the shower in black, Happy Birthday to all of us, indeed!!!!!

“i hope tum hamesha aise hi girti raho aur main pakadta rahoon!” snort. vihaan babu, permanantly yahaan ghar basaane ka plan banaa liya hai kya???? not even pretending anymore that he’s not in this mess for saath janam.

lmao she’s like fuck you i just wanna know the secret.

smarmy fuck is like hmmmmmm, birthday ke din bataaa hi doon kya? fucking tease.

he’s like ok fine, in the evening, at the party you’ll get a gift that’ll be your answer.

she’s like if you break your promise and don’t give me the answer?

“toh koi aur de dega.” this fuckerrrrrrrrrrr. he playing 3d chess, he fully knows what’s happening outside with the picture!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she’s like pls no one else knows this secret, i have hidden it verrrrrrrrrrrry safely; and he’s like, if there’s one thing i learnt from vansh, it’s that the walls of VR mansion are neverrrrrrr safe. kabhi bhi kuchhhhhhhh bhi ho sakta hai.

Chehra Appreciation Break.

she runs out and........... the photo is goneeeeeeeee.

riddhima constantly wanting to beat up/murder vihaan is such a Mood lmao.

anyway he beat her with the powers of Logic. and Handsomeness. mostly Logic tho.

so if he didn’t do it................. she concludes ki obviously it was kabir.

ok but what if it was ANGRE, who’s milofied with boss to give bhaabiji an excellent birthday surprise???? he too knows howwwwwww much sis loves to do jasoosi and play these games. MAN JUST GIMME MY V/ANGRE BROTP BACKKKKKKKKKK.

anyway, birthday surprise has now turned into a headache and hubs like oh nooooooo, this is not what i wanted???? i wanted her to be happpppy and enjoy herselffffff.

girl back at bappa’s sharan. coz where else to go, really?

oh shit dadi’s here ranting and raving about knowing the truth. ohhhhhhhhh boy.

dadi has decided to make herself the birthday candle that riddhima has to blow out.

man, the matriarch of the house is throwing kerosene all over herself and everyone’s just standing around watching, instead of intervening in any useful way. everyone just want that raisinghania $$$$$$$ huh?

oh. dream tha. this bloody show and its never-ending dream sequences.

waise bhi iss set pe roz 4-5 cake aate hi honge, toh unko bas stack kar liya, ho gaya kaam. production mein se extra budget nahi nikaalna pada iske liye.

V has specialllllllllllll gift for Dollar Biwi. yeh hua na gifttttttt. yisssssss gimme that USD, sonnnnnnn. exchange rate 73 touch kar gaya hai and the way it’s going........ it’s gonna reach even higher soon.

aslkjdaslkjdlaskjdlkaslksajd riddhima and kabir’s reactions. they’re honestly so fucking done with this asshole.

ishani like since when you have such a sense of humour, bhai????? arre tha hamesha se hi, tum logon ne mauka hi kab diya hai bande ko joke maarne ka? har waqt kuch na kuch kalesh chalta rehta hai iss ghar mein jo bechaare ko sametna hota hai.

kabir adding to anxiety with this birthday will be so special blah blah blah.

and now the cake R cut just exploded with red liquid that ishani injected into it. birthday ke din hi tum sabhi manhooson ko bachchi pe bhadaas nikaalni hai???? ek din toh baksh do bechaari ko.

LOL DADI KNOWS IT’S ISHANI AND SHE’S JUST LIKE

sab ka cake khaana khilaana blah blah.

hubs takes a moment to actually wish her sincerely with mushy eyes and soft voice. sweet.

ouff one moreeeeee surprise. aaj shaam birthday party. organized by kabir. greaaaaaat. 

riddhima’s face = mine when i too am forced into social events that i have less than zero interest in attending.

lmaooooooooooooo kabir called him “vansh bhai” and the slowwwwww turn V did to look at him like ‘bitch what you say??????’

snark snark snark.

kabir rolling out some tray and......... the episode ends. god this is so fucking boring so much buildup to a bloody partyyyyyyyyyyy.  just get it the fuck over with my god!!!!!!!

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17.12.20

K’s presented her with a buncha envelopes to choose the theme of the party or some such shit and riddhima’s like the fucker had put the photo in one of these for sureeeeeee.

Chehra(s) Appreciation Break

anyway she picked one envelope and there’s a letter from K saying i have the secret you were hiding, it’ll be out in the party, blah blah.

interesting thing is that this letter is written in hindi. the letter from vansh was hindi transliterated in english. hmmmmmm. i mean, lol, this has no larger bearing on the plot, just an observation i’m making and wondering about the show’s choices.

lmao he did this lil eyebrow thing that just neeeeeeded to be giffed. i love this face so much!

hubs is sensing something is realllllllllll wrong and taking charge of the conversation and declares party ka theme colour is gold, and that riddhima is gonna look hot in black and gold. uh....... ok?

everyone disperses and V is warning K ki if you fuck this party up in anyyyyyyyyy way that makes the birthday girl upset..............

vishal is making sooooooooo many amazing gif-worthy faces today. about time i make a set on him.

riddhima turning K’s room uthal-puthal to find the photo and obviously failsssss.

and he’s here with a bouquet of balloons and OMG BURSTING THEM ONE BY ONE LIKE THIS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

lotsaaaaaaaa threatening blah blah and riddhima is trying to reason with him and............ god i’m so bored.

“tum na riddhima bohut hi ajeeb type ki ladki ho. jis kaam ke liye mana kiya jaata hai tum EXACTLY wohi karti ho!!!!” hahahahahaha both her boytoys should meet up over a drink about this very special characteristic of her’s. they’ll find they have more in common than they think.

lmao literally noone else can make a party horn and the birthday song seem this hilariously threatening. i love him so muchhhhh.

behen is now crying in front of vansh’s photu. you know, to spice things up a lil.

saw some random photo frame sitting there, and just opened it and happened to find a bank transfer reciept from vansh to vihaan. for 5 crore. and on the 8th of december, 2017. ok but my question is what about the frame said ki open this and find exactly what you’re looking for behind the picture???????

storming off to find V and............

lo ji aaj ke girrne ka karyakram shuru.

lmao the contrast in reactions.

“kismat tumhe har pal, har kadam mere aur kareeb laa rahi hai, riddhima.”

he’s being very cute in this scene. he genuinely does want her to have a good birthday, it seems.

unffffffffff. aise na mujhe tum dekho................

lmao she’s like you are the singlemost biggest fucking reason of all my stress, birthday or otherwise. wtf vansh give you 5 crore for????/ he’s like patience lil birdy, the answers are your birthday present. it’ll come in good time.

she’s yelling at him for being so chill when kabir is about to expose them and he’s just putting it all on her saying you’re the one going down for it anyway. and maybe if you’d told me about that mysterious letter earlier, i coulda helped you. SO BLOOOOODY ANNOYING HE IS.

anyway he’s like don’t worry i’ll handle it. but you have to give me apni zindagi ki ek khoobsoorat shaam. which............... gross. didn’t have to frame it like THAT.

she went to slap him but ofc he intercepted. ugh he’s so massive how the fuck is someone to even subdue him????? god i hate men.

anyway she told him he’s disgustaaaaaang and won’t take his help and he’s like yeah but it’s not just about you, there are manyyyyyy lives at stake here.

HE’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE FOR PLAYING WITH HER THIS WAY. THERE’S NO WAY SHE WINS HERE IN HIS EYES. IF SHE DOESN’T TAKE HIS HELP, THAT MEANS SHE HOLDS HER EGO AND SELF RESPECT OVER THE FAMILY’S SAFETY. IF SHE DOES GIVE UP HER SELF RESPECT TO SAVE THE FAMILY, HE’S JUST GONNA USE IT TO THROW ACCUSATIONS AT HER CHARACTER. FUCK IT’S JUST SUCH A HORRIBLE, BAD FAITH EXPERIMENT. I HATE HIM. AND SINCE WE KNOW ALREADY THAT SHE’S GONNA AGREE FOR THE DATE OR WHATEVER, I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE SHAMES HER FOR THAT LATER, IMMA CLIMB INTO THE SCREEN AND CASTRATE HIM WITH A RUSTY BUTTER KNIFE.

the signal for the yes to the offer is a........ “flying dance” during the party. which sounds as fucking ridiculous as.......... everything else in this fucking show, i suppose.

LMAO SHE IMITATED THE LIL SMUG EXPRESSION HE MADE IN SUCH A CUTE/FUNNY WAY. WHY THIS SHOW DOESN’T LET HELLY ALSO BE MORE EXPRESSIVE WITH HER FACE IN A CUTE WAY???? SHE LITERALLY HAS A DISNEY PRINCESS FACE AND ALL THESE FUCKERS MAKE HER DO IS CRY AND SCREAM AND BE WORRIED.

what a fucking simp for his wife. i love it.

askdjlksjdlkasjdlksajldkjlkdjlkj there’s a watermark on the mumbai stock footage. this show gives nooooooo fucks about quality at all.

party time. and the lights have gone out.

someone messing with the electronic equipment in the worsttttttttttt fucking way, by putting kerosene on the floor and setting a fuse alight??????? like????? just cut all the wires instead of causing a fullll fucking house fire like this?????????

lmao ishani is like lights ko gaye itna time ho gaya, yeh zaroor riddhima ki kismat ka koi ishaara hai. sis you need to chill with the savage. ek din toh chhod do usko.

ok they’re really hot today. really fucking hot.

lmao she’s smiling but chabaa chabaa ke saying ki i’ll never say yes to your shady idea.

kabir walks up to her, gives her flowers, AND ACTUALLY THREATENED HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF V’S FACE. THE WAY V’S FACE CHANGED IN SECONDS YOU GUYS................

coldly impassive.....

...... to YOU’RE REALLY TRYING TO RUIN MY WIFE’S BIRTHDAY WHEN I EXPLICITLY WARNED YOU NOT TO?????????

..... to OH HE GON’ DIE TONIGHT.

.......... to silently giving reassuring look ki he’ll handle this.

that fuse is stillllllllllllll burning. at the fucking speed of paint drying on a rainy day.

speech timeeeeeeeee by kabir. and he has a video too. lorddddd.

V still cheekily offering his services, and she’s like bitch i did my own intezaam already. ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. kerosene aur fuse waala stupidass plan iska hi tha. should have guessed from the level of sheeeeeer dumbness that it was her and no one else.

lmao he’s like ok but this was too good an opportunity for me, so i counter-attacked YOUR counter-attack. that wasn’t kerosene. i switched it out for blue paani. OH GOD RIDDHIMA DUMBASS DID YOU NOT EVEN SMELL THE FLUID TO CHECK WHAT IT WAS??????????????

“kahaani kuch bhi ho, important yeh hai ki uska climax kya hota hai. aur iss kahaani ka climax tumhare saamne hai, riddhima.”

bitch yehi toh dikkat hai, ki abhi tak koiiiiiiiiii climaxes nahi milen hain issko. na vansh se, na vihaan se. what’s the use of all this thopda and ambidexterous haath if there’s no climaxes resulting from them? waste fellow. get working on delivering those climaxes PRONTO, sir.

[fureliselost]

Trollhunters ep 22 and 23

- angot?

- i was gonna say he's speaking tongues but... i mean, he technically is, so it's not as fun

- BABA YAGA?

- FILTHY LIAR

- OH IT'S A FLASHBACK

- BACK WE ARE AT GATTOS

- "after what your friends did to me" they gave you diarrhea dude

- dfjsfkfbksd jesus christ nacho cheese and nacho day either

- jesus christ they keep giving the man diarrhea

- time jokes I love them

- at least he said the entire sentence in spanish this time

- dam

-poor boy

- and the spell is wearing off

- dam just leave

- omg claire's gonna get run by a car

- oh damn

- did he just make someone put their hand on steve's butt?

- he's a good son, he gives his mother coffee

- dude, you're not gonna make it

- just take it and run

- wtf

- run boy

- give him his soul back

- ELIIIIII

- RUN BOY EUN

- NO

- DAMN HE'S BOUTTA BE PRETTY HURT AFTER FALLING LIKE THAT OFF HIS BIKE

- GET WRECKT STRICKLER

EP 23

- DID HE KILL STRICKLER? TELL ME HE KILLED STRICKLER

- oh he didn't :(

- he just fuckojung ran over angor

- dam is it true that men only suffer for their cars? I thought that was a myth

- arrrgh my beloved

- guests?

- who these bitches be

- swn

- highness is incorrectk, highness is for princes and princesses

- i really hate vendel

- he knows how to treat a rock, how handsome

- arrrghoumont?

- get wrect strickler

- yikeeees

- jimbo got yeeted

- YAY HE SCORED

- and the cat is out of the bag

- yay

- what no this is sad

- poor toby

- ohhhhhhhhh

- f you strickler

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #674: Date Night with a Pretty Magician (Ace Attorney)

7:24 p.m. at a Fancy Restaurant......

Trucy: Wocky-Kins?

Wocky: (Comes Back to Reality) Huh! W-What? What's up?

Trucy: (Frowns a Little in Worry) You've been staring at me for quite a while now. Is everything okay?

Wocky: (Starts Blushing Once he Realized that He Has Been Staring at Trucy, Who is Wearing a Lovely Light Blue Dress, from his Side of the Table) O-Oh! Uhh...Yeah. I'm good. Sorry for spacing out like that. (Smiles Sheepishly) Guess my eyes couldn't look away from how pretty you look tonight~

Trucy: (Smiles Softly While Blushing) Aww~ Thank you~ I think you look great too.

Wocky: (Looks Down on the Suit and Purple Tie He's Wearing Before Turning Back to Trucy) You think so?

Trucy: Yeah. The suit and tie definitely looks great on you. It's make you even more cute and handsome than you always have been before~

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise While the Blush Starts Coming Back on his Cheeks) Oh. Uhh...Thanks, Truce. I mean, to be honest, I'm not that much of a dressy kind of guy or anything, but....(Smiles a Little) I'm glad you like it.

Trucy: So how are things going with your parents as of late?

Wocky: Ma and Pops? Yeah, they're both doing good. Still maintaining the family business and whatnot. What about your folks?

Trucy: They're doing great too. Daddy is already starting a new case out of town, with the help of Momma Maya, of course.

Wocky: Nice. You ever miss seeing them often whenever they're away?

Trucy: Yeah, but I'm sure they'll be fine. Those two have been partners for a long time, you know?

Wocky: (Shrugged) I can believe that. Still scary as hell though....(Takes a Sip of his Water)

Trucy: (Gives Wocky a Playful Pout on her Face) Oh don't be like that, Wocky!~ You know my family would never hurt a fly.

Wocky: Yeah. Yeah. I know that already. I just wanna keep getting on their good side is all..... Speaking of which, can I ask you something?

Trucy: Sure. (Use a Napkin to Gently Dab It on her Face Before Putting it Down and Give Wocky a Cute Smile on her Face) What you wanna ask me about?

Wocky: (Damn she's cute....) (Shook his Head a Little From the Random Thought Before Giving Trucy his Full Attention) A-Anyways, I know we've been together for practically a year now, but....('Sigh') I gotta ask: Am I.... doing a good or a....decent enough job as your boyfriend so far or....

Trucy: (Starts to Frown in a Worried Manner Again) Wocky....Why are you asking me something like this?

Wocky: No reason. I uhh....(Immediately Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forward While Nervously Looking Away) Just wanna make sure if I'm doing a good job at this relationship stuff or not.....and hoping that I'm not fucking things up like I did with Alita.....(Continues Drinking his Water)

Trucy: (Eyes Widened a Little in a Bit of a Genuine Surprised for a Few Seconds Before Taking a Deep Breath) Wocky, could you please look at me?

Once Wocky looks back at Trucy in the eyes, he noticed that her hand is gently placed on top of his other hand Inna comforting manner.

Trucy: (Gives Wocky a Reassuring Look in her Eyes) You are doing wonderful job as a boyfriend. You're kind, passionate, funny, adorable. All of these things and more makes me love you even more each and everyday.

Wocky: (Almost Speechless) You..... really mean that?

Trucy: (Smiles Softly While Simply Nodded) Of course I do. So trust me when I say that you really don't need to worry about all of that. And you certainly don't need to worry about what that Greedy, Two-Timing Hoe thinks about you either-

Without warning, Wocky suddenly begins to spit all the water he was drinking, out from his mouth before coughing.

Trucy: ('Gasps') Wocky-Kins! (Rushes Over to Wocky and Starts Patting on his Back to Help Him Cough Better) It's okay. I'm here. Just let all out for me, okay?

Wocky: (Delivers the Final Cough Before Finally Taking a Deep Breaths to Calm Himself Down) ('Pants') ('Pants') Thanks for that......(Looks Up into the Ceiling) ('Whew')

Trucy: You're always welcome. What happened? How did you got yourself choking on water like that?

Wocky: ('Sigh') I got careless.... (Turns Back to Trucy) Mostly because I heard something I never expected to come out of that mouth of yours.

Trucy: Really? What did I say?

Wocky: You uhh.....(Takes Another Deep Breath Before Speaking Again) Said the H-word.

Trucy: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) The H-word? What H-wor- Ohhhhhhhhh......You mean "Hoe", right?

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Shock) Yeah. That one. I mean, Jesus Christ, Truce, when did you even know what that word even means? Cause I sure, as hell, know that your brother and your daddy never taught you any of that shit!

Trucy: (Giggles Softly) Wocky, you silly head~ I heard Ema blurted the word out a long time ago. I asked what the word means and she told me most about it. I don't really say it all that much though....up until now, of course.

Wocky: Huh. So uhh....You really think Alita fits into that kind of category, huh?

Trucy: Kind of? I'd say she fits more into "Greedy" and "The Two Timing" category if anything. She was pretty manipulative after all.

Wocky: ('Sighs Heavily') Yeah......She was. (Looks Away in a Sad, Somewhat Guilty Fashion) And I still fell for it.

Trucy: (Gently Place her Hand onto Wocky's Cheeks and Have him Face Her) Hey. I know you been through a lot during those times, but that's all in the past now. This is exactly why I don't want you to worry yourself over something like that.

Wocky: I-I know that, but-

Trucy: But nothing. You are an amazing person in my eyes, Wocky Kitaki. And if Alita couldn't see that from the very beginning, then that's clearly her loss. Because she's missing out on something wonderfu-

Before Trucy could even continue her uplifting speech, Wocky interrupts her by suddenly kissing her on the lips, which lasted around four or five seconds before quickly pulling away.

Trucy: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise While Being Almost Speechless at the Same Time) W-W-Wocky.....

Wocky: (Looks Away from Trucy While Blushing Yet Again) S-Sorry! I-I didn't mean to kiss you out of the blue like that. Hearing you say all of those things about me.... It already starting to make my day and-

Before Wocky could finish his sentence, the magician prodigy place both of her hands onto his cheeks and begins to kiss him back on the lips, which lasted a second or two longer than before.

7:45 p.m. Outside of the Anything Wright Office.....

Trucy: (Smiles Brightly at Wocky) Thanks again for walking a lady home tonight, Sir Wocky-Kins~

Wocky: (Chuckles Lightly at the Nickname Trucy Gave Him) It's not a problem at, 'milady. Just did what any guy would do for their girl.

Trucy: (Giggles Softly) Yeah.....(Comes Up with an Idea) Ooh! You wanna come in and watch a movie with me for the rest of the night? Daddy and Maya won't be home for a couple of days, so why not?

Wocky: (Shrugged) I'm down for that. (Puts on a Playful Smirk on his Face) I wanted to spend more time with you anyways~

Trucy: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Awwww~ (Hugs Wocky Lovingly) Me too!~

Wocky: So what kind of movie you feel like watching?

Trucy: (Wraps her Arm Around Wocky's Arm and Takes him to the Apartment Office) Hmmmm.....How about a romantic-comedy? You like those, right?

Wocky: Hey. Anything you pick is already good in my book. You have more better taste than I do.

Trucy: Aww~ You're so sweet~ (Gives Wocky a Kiss on the Cheek Before Closing the Door Behind Them)

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[mwagneto]

Oh mate, you definetely know who owen wilson is, like there was no week without at least one movie with him in the magyar tv like he was always on? Like that bald guy with the poorly executed intimidating look? jason statham? Anyway you know owen is the guy who always says WoooooOw. He is the guy with the weird looking nose and always the same hair. He looks like a handsome luka modric. Have you seen the cute, very sad dog movie, Marley meg en? Or Ejszaka a muzeumban? Or En, a kem? And so many bad comedies that arent even that funny, but rtl and tv2 just loves showing them?

OHHHHHHHHH

[nazyalvnskys]

the apparat is vadik demidov, the lantsov pretender

to be honest? i thought of this at 2:30 am and all of the evidence i’ve managed to gather is circumstantial at best, but i present my case:

(this is a long post and i can’t put a read more cut in on mobile sorryyy)

pulling from the original trilogy—the apparat helped the darkling overthrow the old king, then worked with alina to overthrow the darkling, but it’s pretty clear that he doesn’t want alina in a true position of power. in fact, he encourages alina to stay belowground despite knowing that she was growing weaker and tells her to “see which way the wind blows” (let the darkling and nikolai kill each other aboveground). let’s say the darkling and nikolai did end up dealing each other irreparable damage and alina wasted away belowground per the apparat’s plans... who’s left to lead ravka? the apparat. so, it’s been established since tgt that the apparat wants power for himself and doesn’t like nikolai, giving him a motive to claim the throne now, in kos/kos2. although i doubt lb initially intended for the apparat to eventually become a lantsov pretender (that is, if she does at all), it would make sense for her to put a plausible new spin on an old character—just as she’s done with other characters already.

the apparat is mentioned way too many times throughout kos for him just to be someone who runs off to back the fjerdans. he’s mentioned 47, FORTY-SEVEN, times in the book!

now, assuming that he did run off to back fjerda, what would he gain if he were just backing them as the apparat? he would still only be a spritual leader at most (AT MOST, considering that the fjerdan government doesn’t even like the worship of saints) and it’s likely that he would end up with less power than before—a fjerdan-endorsed leader would trust him as an advisor even less than nikolai. the only way he stands to truly benefit as a part of the fjerdan cause is if he’s the person they’re backing.

whenever zoya/the triumvirate suggest killing someone and that person doesn’t end up dead, they come back in some major way as a new addition to the dungheap of problems ravka has. case in point: magnus opjer, yuri... guess who else they contemplated eliminating? the apparat. although he could be a formidable enemy just as the spiritual leader of ravka backing a pretender, considering the influence he has among the common people, that influence could be used a lot better if he himself were the pretender. either way he’s definitely in league with fjerda.

the language that nina uses to describe the fjerdan letter and vadik demidov is interesting:

“It only said that Lantsov wouldn’t be a problem for someone named Demidov. That their spies believed the situation would resolve itself without interference soon.”

“wouldn’t be a problem” implies to me that demidov already has some sort of leverage over nikolai... which the apparat probably does have. the apparat being so close to the old king + queen, he definitely knew about the magnus opjer affair. in fact, how would magnus opjer be able to know for certain that nikolai was his son without someone on the inside affirming to him yes, he looks exactly like you? the most damning part about this quote, though, is the mention of the situation “resolving itself.” tamar and tolya already suspect the apparat wasn’t buying the isaak act and then mention that the apparat’s been gone from the city frequently. i don’t think it’s a coincidence that lb repeatedly mentions that the apparat is “too canny” to be allowed access to isaak-nikolai, says that the apparat suspects something’s up, and then writes in the letter that demidov’s spies think the situation’ll resolve itself.

there’s a hell of a lot of foreshadowing that reads too heavily to me for the apparat to just be a side part of the fjerdan coup:

The Apparat had betrayed everyone who’d ever been foolish enough to trust him.

“Even if Alina Starkov herself rose from the Fold ensconced in sunlight to denounce him, the Apparat would still find a way to survive. That’s his gift.”

[E]very concession they made to the Apparat felt like a misstep. The old king, the Darkling, Alina Starkov—they’d all bargained with the priest, and all of them had paid in blood.

there’s also this tidbit: zoya asks nikolai before they go on the pilgrimage what he’s planning on doing with yuri afterwards. her words exactly:

“The people will revolt outright if you actually try to make the Darkling a Saint. You could start a holy war and give the Apparat the perfect chance to challenge you outright—and he’ll do it under Alina’s banner.”

and nikolai’s like yeah okay we’ll just exile yuri when it’s all over. but now they’ve brought yuri, who’s actually the DARKLING, back, which would be perfect fuel for the apparat’s campaign against nikolai. plus, the words “challenge you outright” sound awfully foreboding to me.

jarl brum mentions that vadik demidov will be marching on the capital soon ten pages before nikolai confirms that the apparat is missing. strategically, if the apparat were only in league with demidov, wouldn’t it be better for him to stay in ravka and pretend to be on nikolai’s side for insider information? of course he’d need to help rally the people against nikolai, but wouldn’t that be easier to do from within ravka? why would he leave ravka to join the fjerdan campaign unless he himself is the face of the campaign?

at the very end of the book is this bit of dialogue between nikolai and tamar:

“Afraid so. As I understand it,” said Nikolai, “the Apparat has gone missing and Fjerda is marching in support of a Lantsov pretender. Is he good looking?”

Tamar frowned. “The Apparat?”

“The Lantsov pretender.”

now i might just be reading way too much into this, but could this be lb hinting to us that the apparat and the pretender are one and the same? the first few times i read this part, it always struck me as being off: i feel like anyone reading or actually hearing nikolai ask this would automatically assume, based on the order of his words, that his inquiry of “is he handsome?” applies to the pretender, and not the apparat. but for some reason, tamar thinks he’s referring to the apparat—not only could this potentially be a hint, but it conveniently means that we don’t get any physical description of vadik demidov.

the flimsiest piece of “evidence” that i saved for the end because i was debating deleting it entirely: isaak and the apparat are the only two people in the book to call nikolai “your majesty.” isaak is a pretender, and the apparat is... a pretender?

overall, i think the apparat just running off to join fjerda and vadik demidov would be a pretty obvious plot twist (if it can even be called that) and feels too insignificant to warrant all the buildup that happens earlier in the book. we know that lb likes dramatic twists especially in regards to characters and their true identities (sturmhond=nikolai, kuwei=wylan, yuri=darkling), and the apparat=demidov is a twist that definitely works and would leave everyone like ohhhhhhhhh!

anyway tell me y’all’s thoughts!

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

The Tempting Of Colson Baker Pt 2

Word Count: 1, 177

Colson's kisses were getting closer and closer to Y/N's most intimate lower half. He gazed up meeting eyes with you, you weren't sure how but somehow he had some kind of control over your hormones. His warm breath fanning just over your skin caused goosebumps to form, "Colson please.." The torture was beginning to be too much. With a firm yank your shorts were removed and tossed to the floor below. "You just don't even know how long I have wanted to do this." He stated between kisses to your inner thighs.

Colson loved making you moan. It was such deep satisfaction to feel the power he had over you, to feel how hard your blood pumped when his hand gripped your throat. He lived to make you gasp. Your mind was blank as you moved with his desires.

He moved both hands about your waist now, moving you further up the mattress. He took both your hands in his and pinned them above your head and he continued to kiss you with a fervor rivaling the gods. If you still had the wherewithal to think properly you would have thought 'never again will I accept anything less than this perfection, alas all you could do was moan and return his kisses with the thirst of a desert traveler.

Now using one hand to keep yours pinned; not that you resisted, he slid the other up your right thigh. His talented fingers began to glide between your legs. Much to his delight, he discovered there were no panties to remove and his fingers found the source of the wetness sliding down your shapely alabaster legs.

"Enjoying yourself are we?", he teased as he circled your clit and you moaned and shook, unable to formulate a response. "Good answer." he said as he slipped a finger inside and massaged your g-spot. You shuddered sliding slightly down the mattress, he has you right where he wants you. He kissed you and continued your inside massage for a minute or two.

He slid his body underneath you and pulled your soaking wet pussy down to meet his tenacious tongue. He began to devour you, lashing you from clit to cunt. Your moans were anything but muffled. Soon enough he reached up and put his dexterous fingers deep inside your tight, wet, pussy. Your back arched with the added intensity his fated fingers brought. On and on he licked, sucked, swirled, and flicked his tongue upon your helpless clit; his fingers tempting you to insanity. He could make you cum quickly, but where's the fun in that? He knew precisely how to build your orgasm into a veritable explosion. He continued his volley of licks, his fingers nearly stopping your breath as his other hand clamped onto an outer thigh, insuring you were locked to his handsome face. Sensing you could take no more he quickened his pace, licking you softly but at hyper speed. In seconds spasm after spasm rocked your body with overwhelming rapture. You cried out again and again, reaching new pitches. The highest ones were the hardest to achieve, but he never had any trouble getting them out of you. He held you down until you begged for him to cease fire.

Colson slid out from under you  and lay down beside you, delighting in watching the aftershocks continue to affect you, as your moans got softer and your twitching less severe. "May I return the favor?" You exclaimed.

"Surprise me kitten." he replied. You bit his neck and lightly gnawed on his ear. You kissed him intensely and allowed your soft sweet hands to wander. As his neck was becoming impossibly sensitive you kissed your way down his chest, biting his rib cage and moving on to nibble at his outer and inner thighs. His moans grew louder as he began to exclaim "ohhh yes baby". You smiled, the temptress within overtaking you. He cried out as you slipped your mouth down over his throbbing, hot, hard cock. Now it was his thoughts that had left the building. One hand massaged his balls as the other stroked, your mouth worked on the rest. No man could resist your technique. You ran your tongue over the oh so sensitive tip.

You swirled your tongue as you used the exact amount of suction to drive Colson insane. He moaned and moaned. Every moan you got out of him was a trophy, only driving you onward. Summoning every bit of self-restraint he had, he bade you to stop. "Come up here babygirl." he beckoned.

In only the time it took you to move from in between his legs to a standing position beside the bed, he had gotten a condom on and was ready to be ridden.

"Come, ride your stallion." You slid down the straps of your bra revealing your breasts in all their pale glory. You mounted your powerful steed expertly sliding him into you, you both gasped with ecstasy as your close kept cavern corrupted him. Both your hands upon his chest, both his hands upon your breasts, you rocked back and forth, still managing to swivel your hips. His grip tightened upon your voluptuous tits, as you continued movements drove his pleasure higher and higher. You moved down to kiss him, your tongue embracing his as you continued to move him inside of you.

Much to your surprise and delight, he moved you up just enough to take a nipple into his mouth. One hand gripping your breast, the other holding onto your hip for dear life as he took over and rose up to meet your insides again and again. "Yes, yes YES, ohhhhhhhhh god yes!" You moaned as he fucked and fucked you. Now gripping both of your sides tightly while your hands fell back to his chest, he pounded your insides without reserve. "I'm going to cum...inside of you.." Colson said as he neared orgasm.

"Yes, oh yes! Please! Please cum in me!" That was all he needed to hear. He came like a cannon, firing into you again and again. You moaned with him, allowing him to continue to his desire.

Finished at last he removed himself from your warmth and cleaned himself off. Returning to his seductress, he lay beside you and wrapped you up in his arms once more. You both kissed for a good while, trailing fingers slowly and softly over each other, enjoying the soft sensations. You ran your hands everywhere, and he allowed every delicious touch.

Colson let you rest in between his legs, your back upon his chest as he held you softly catching your breath, while praising each other for all of your many talents. You leaned back your head, eyes closed, smile upon your face, lost to the world. His head leaned forward resting on yours, smile spread wide across his face. He whispered to you "I got your pretty little ass on lock babygirl."

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12 Days of (Smutty) Fanfics

DayOne

My first of my 12 days of (Smutty) Fanfics.  Enjoy! :)

tagging @candycanes19 and @ makingtimemine

Snow fight:

12 Days of (Smutty) fanfics #1

Adam and Amelia have a small fight.  

Warnings: Angst, injury, NSFW, oral, smut, fluff

    “FUCK YOU, ADAM SACKLER!” Amelia screamed as she slammed the door behind her, storming down the stairs of her apartment building to the front door.

    “Amelia!” Adam yelled as he quickly ran after her.  He caught up with her on the first landing and grabbed her elbow to stop her.

    She angrily pulled away.  “Goddamnit, you are such a thickheaded asshole!  Leave me the fuck alone!”

    “God fucking damn it, Amelia just stop!” Adam yelled as he grabbed her arms again as she started to walk away to try and stop her from leaving.

Amelia pulled free again and held up her hands to get Adam away.  “I said fuck off!”

Amelia stormed down the stairs and out the front door, Adam trailing behind her. He had a feeling she was going to relapse and he’d never forgive himself if he let her do it.

Just as Amelia stepped onto the front steps, her left foot went flying out from under her.  She landed hard on her butt and slide down the flight of stairs, stopping on the bottom step.

“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!” she screamed in frustration as she slammed her fists onto the step next to her.

“Shit, are you alright, kid?” Adam asked her as he rushed to help her up.

Amelia pulled away from him as she seethed in anger.  She shot him a warning glare.  She went to stand up but got a shooting pain in her right ankle in return.

“FUCK!” she yelled in pain and punched the cement post next to her on the stoop.  She buried her face in her hands and started to cry in a mix of anger, frustration, and pain.

Adam wordlessly sat next to her.  He put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her, bracing himself for her to push him away.

Amelia just continued to cry.  She eventually buried her face in Adam’s large chest as she continued to sob, wrapping her arm around his chest.  Adam just let her continue to cry.

“My ass is starting to get cold,” Adam casually said.

Amelia managed to laugh through her tears.  “Mine too,” she said with a weak smile.  “Least it not hurting anymore.”

It was Adam’s turn to smile.  He gently took Amelia’s left hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.  He planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.  Amelia rested her head on his shoulder.

Soon, a light snow began to fall, dusting the already snowy area with a powdering of snow.

“Can you stand on your ankle?” Adam asked.

Amelia tried to stand up.  Pain shot through her ankle.  “Fuck,” She hissed.  Yeah, standing was out of the question.

Adam wordlessly got up and picked up Amelia bridal style, making sure her right ankle was somewhat protected.  Amelia wrapped her arms around Adam’s neck and rested her head on his left shoulder.

Adam carried her inside and up to her studio apartment.  He laid her down onto the blue couch, her feet on the ottoman; he helped her out of her coat and boots.

Amelia shimmied out of jeans, careful to avoid hitting her injured ankle.

Adam returned with an ice pack and first aid kit.  He propped up Amelia’s ankle on a pillow and gently placed the ice pack on it.

Amelia weakly smiled her thanks as Adam covered her lower half up with a blanket.  He took her right hand and began to clean the cuts on her knuckles.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she said as Adam wrapped up her hand.

“Don’t be,” he said.  “I was an ass.”

“Still doesn’t make it ok that I said what I did.”

Adam just shrugged his wide shoulders as he finished.  He went to put away the kit but Amelia pulled him back down on the couch.  She rested her head in his lap.  Adam rested his left hand on her shoulder, his thumbs caressing her skin.

“God, I’m such a fuck up,” Amelia moaned as she started to cry again.

“Hey, come on, you’re not a fuck up,” Adam said as he stroked her chestnut hair with his right hand.  “Shit if anyone’s a fuck up, kid, it’s me.”

“You’re sweet, babe, but trust me, you are definitely not a fuck up.”

“Yes I am,” Adam replied.  “I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve relapsed or how many times I’ve pissed someone off.  Shit, I’m surprised I haven’t run you off.”

Amelia managed a weak smile through her tears.  She took Adam’s left hand and kissed it, tucking his arm under her chest.

Adam leaned down and kissed her temple, playfully squeezing her left boob. Amelia let out a squeal of laughter.

Adam chuckled as he hugged her close, planting a multitude of kisses on her face and lips as she continued to giggle.  He lowered his hand and gently palmed her cloth covered crotch.  He slowly caressed her folds through her panties.

Amelia let out a moan as she kissed Adam’s lips.  She reached up and threaded her hands in his soft shoulder-length hair; her sex started to become slick with moisture as Adam’s large fingers deftly stroked her.

They breathlessly pulled apart and Adam helped Amelia to a sitting position on the couch.  Amelia pulled her shirt off as he kneeled in between her legs. He palmed her pert bra-covered boobs in his hands as he deeply kissed her on the lips, devouring her with an animalistic need.  He reluctantly pulled away, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her chest and stomach, stopping at the hem of her black underwear.

Adam gently pulled Amelia’s legs so her ass was resting on the edge of the couch; Amelia leaded back, resting against the back of the couch.  Adam slowly pulled off Amelia’s panties as Amelia nibbled on her lower lip in anticipation.  Adam spread her legs and kissed her right inner thigh, slowly inching closer to Amelia’s moist pussy with each soft kiss.  Once he reached the juncture of her thighs, without missing a beat, he licked her essence with one fell swoop of his tongue.

“Oh, Adam,” Amelia softly moaned as his tongue lapped her labia.  She threaded her fingers in his raven locks, her fingertips brushing against his scalp lovingly.

Adam lifted Amelia’s legs and rested her knees over his elbows, allowing him to get a better angle to orally pleasure her.  He grazed his fingers over the skin of her hips as he increased his licking, ever so often adding his lips to pepper soft yet hungry kisses to her moist vagina.

Amelia’s breathing started to become pants of lust as Adam unabashedly gave her the best oral fucking she had ever had.  It sent waves of bliss throughout her body; she had never experienced any like this.

Suddenly, Adam began to focus on the nub at the top of her opening.  He flicked his tongue over the tiny bud causing Amelia to subconsciously buck her hips up and into Adam’s face.

“Ah, she groaned as she gripped handfuls of Adam’s hair, arching her back in pleasure.

Adam just continued to lick and suck at Amelia’s clit.  He feverishly devoured it like it was the first meal he had had in ages.

“Oh fuck, oh Adam, I’m… I’m gonna come.  I’m… I’m… OHHHHHHHHH!” Amelia screamed as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body shuddered.  She collapsed against the back of the sofa, panting as her orgasm washed over her.

Adam wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and kissed Amelia deeply on the lips, cupping her face gently in his hands as he savored her taste.  Amelia pulled his t-shirt over his head as she moaned into his lush lips. She then blindly undid his jeans, pulling them off him, the garment sliding to the floor; Adam undid her bra, freeing her pert breasts. Amelia stroked his cock through his underwear, the organ quickly becoming hard.

It was Adam’s turn to moan.  “Fuck,” he breathed as Amelia caressed his dick.  God, he wanted to fuck her so fucking bad.

He freed his erection and positioned it at Amelia’s entrance, eager to thrust deep into her.

“Wait,” Amelia meekly said.  “I want to ride your cock.  Can I?”

Adam nodded.  Although he often liked to be the one in control, he really loved it when Amelia rode him.  There was something about looking up at her while she was on top of him, the way her breasts bounced as she rode him.  It was the most erotic thing ever.

They repositioned themselves so Adam was sitting on the couch and Amelia was straddling his lap.  She positioned Adam’s cock at her opening and ever so slowly, lowered herself onto his sex, softly moaning as his penis burrowed deep into her. Amelia rested a moment, allowing herself time to adjust to the girth of his length.  Adam just rubbed her back as he savored the feeling of his cock buried in her, letting her take all the time she needed.

After a few moments, Amelia slowly rocked her hips, Adam’s penis sliding in and out of her with the help of her juices.

“Shit your pussy is so fucking tight,” Adam murmured as Amelia bounced, her hands threaded in his hair. “I swear it’s like your sweet little cunt was made just for me.”

“It was,” Amelia responded with her sultry smirk.  “It was made all for you, for you to fuck, to stick your wonderful cock into and make me come over and over, for you to come into.  It’s all yours.”

“What about these pretty tits?  Are they mine too?” Adam asked as he reached up and palmed Amelia’s left boob in his hand, his large fingers caressing her nipple.

“Yes,” Amelia replied.  “Everything is yours.  I’m yours.”

“You are,” Adam murmured with a devilish grin.  “You’re my little slut, my beautiful princess.  And I’m yours.  My perfect, gorgeous queen.”

“And you’re my handsome, perfect, wonderful king.  I love everything about you.  The way your cock feels in me, the way you touch me, the way you make me come. Everything.”

“Are you gonna come for me?” Adam asked as Amelia quickened her pace.

Amelia nodded as she breathlessly rode Adam’s erection.

“Are you gonna show me you pretty come face?”

“Yes,” Amelia managed.  “Oh fuck yes. Oh yes!  Oh shit!”

Amelia bucked her hips harder.

“That’s it,” Adam coaxed her breathlessly.  “Come for me, my little slut.  Come for me.”

“I’m coming, I’m gonna come.  I’m gonna… Ohhhh!”

For the second time, Amelia’s body shook as her orgasm erupted.  She let out a half scream half moan as she came and came hard.  Adam soon followed, squirting his come deep inside her with a grunt.  

Amelia rested her forehead on Adam’s shoulder, panting as they both came down from the high of their climaxes.

Adam wrapped his arms tightly around Amelia, never wanting to let go of her. He planted a kiss on her temple. “I fucking love you, Amelia Dawson,” he said.

Amelia kissed him on the lips in response.  She pulled away, her blue eyes locking with Adam’s golden brown ones.  “I fucking love you, Adam Sackler.”

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Whats your favorit part of Bucky, both physical and mental? Love this blog, youre amazing at what you do! :D

OHHHHHHHHH! Ok. So, this gonna get long because I can never shut up about that cinnamon roll. Physical, it’s a tough choice because you can get lost in his eyes, gaze so direct and kind and sweet and shy. Or his hair, because I have a thing for hair. I like pulling on guy’s hair and I like getting mine pulled and his hair is so freaking soft I mean have you seen him jesus. But then you look at his arms, veins on one and just metal on the other. If you read my stuff, you’ll know my obsession with his metal hand. FUck me they just look so smooth and cool and ugh I need help. Ok sorry I got a little side tracked. I think his eyes would be it for me though. 

For mental...where do I begin. He just seems like the kinda guy that was cocky but knows where to draw the line you know. Like he knows he’s handsome and funny but he won’t overstep the boundaries. He’s protective as you can see and cares for people and is pretty much willing to sacrifice himself for a cause (See the deleted scenes of CA The first avenger). Now, modern day Bucky is a whole different story. He’s broken and lost and quiet but he’s so sweet because he went through a lot and his experiences showed him a different side of the world. The ugly sad side. So he’s extra careful with things he says or does because he is more aware now of how things change and how people can be easily affected. He’s retained his kindness, perhaps he’s even kinder now. I hope we see a more open side of him in Infinity Wars. He’s still willing to put himself before others and CA Civil war is all the proof you need. My favorite thing about him though would probably be how he never gave up on himself. He kept going, before and after he found Steve. I ranted about him on my blog and I said that when he tells tony he remembers all of the victims, that’s Bucky talking not the WS. I feel like he was looking for a way out during his time with hydra and then Steve happened and he was like “maybe I do have a chance. maybe i can be saved.” So it’s definitely not giving up on himself.

Sorry for the rant but I love the guy so freaking much. And thanks for the kind words bae. :)

[ariyadaivaris]

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im excited for the 4 minutes of time we get to see the miz and cesaro and sheamus hang out before the sh**ld inevitably crashes it sheamus posted a pic of his look for miz tv on twitter and he looks EXTREMELY HANDSOME!!!!!

im excited to see cesaros smile too!!! i missed it and im stoked to see the cruiserweights!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH OH AND WE MIGHT SEE ALICIA FOX TONIGHT AGAIN TOO!!!!

I HOPE WE SEE ALICIA TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH I WOULD GIVE HER THE WORLD IF I COULD i love her with all my gay heart omg!!!!!!!!

ohhhHHHHHH i can’t wait to see cesaro again, i know this mizTV is inevitably doomed for That but before then i cant wait to see these three assholes interacting! they’re all very cool and handsome and charming and i have nothing but love and respect for MY shield

oooOoOooooOoOOoohhhhhhh im really excited to see the cruiserweights i know thats a given but also I JUST......LOVE THEM SO MUCH i hope mustafa’s here tonight, he’s had a string of title matches against enzo on this last leg of the wwe tour and LIKE.......I JUST.......WANT EVERYONE TO SEE HIM, WITH THEIR EYES, AND LOVE HIM