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headintheclouds-posts · 2 years ago
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🔞 MDNI FemReader OptionalMale
“Be a good girl and stay quiet, I don’t want us getting caught”
As usual, any event you were both invited too ended up with you hauled up in the nearest empty room devouring each other. It was something about the way a suit clung to his body that made you want him to take you at any given moment.
So here you are hoisted up onto the bathroom sink at your friends birthday party, making out with your husband as his fingers attack your entrance.
He quickens the pace of his fingers in your hole, the squelching sound of your wetness is barely heard due to the pounding music outside the door. He quickens his pace, matching his slender digits with the beat of the house track playing.
He continues to whisper praises in between kisses as you tighten your walls around his fingers, waves of pleasure building up inside of you.
“That’s my girl, cum for daddy” he growls, knowing your body reacts to his commands. Ripples of pleasure satisfy you as you unravel in his arms, whimpers and rasped praise leaving your lips.
Soon you’re back at the party, face flushed from the recent escapade. You look over to him, he’s talking to a friend and smiling as they discuss old memories.
At a glance he looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary…but if you really looked, you would see the drying wet patch on the lower part of his white shirt from where you squirted all over him, and the way he occasionally brings his fingers to his lips, the same fingers that were deep inside you not too long ago.
What people wouldn’t know is the unsaid promise you can see in his eyes, the promise that says it won’t just be his fingers making you see stars later.
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Not my best, so I do apologise.
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christofairy1003 · 5 months ago
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Write it down// Optional Bias
• Warnings: smut, minors DNI
• Pairing: Fem reader x optional Male
• H/n = His Name
I go back to my room, closing the door behind me with my free hand, my other one is holding a bottle of water.
His gaze locked on my body that's only covered with a short, barely covering, tight black night gown. Lacy, cuz I know he likes it. His grin satisfied, eyes narrowed, revealing his pretty under-eye dimples, he lets out a small teasing chuckle.
"Satisfied, huh?" I put the bottle down on the night stand, looking at his almost naked figure lying on my bed, arms behind his head, legs crossed. I feel his eyes burning me with his hot gaze. As if that's not tempting enough, he rolls his tongue along the wall inside his cheek, deciding to play with my mind and unholy thoughts a little more.
-"Very much, honestly. But you know you could make me way more satisfied..." he's stripping me with his eyes, finishing the sentence as his fingers tug at the hem of my night gown, slowly making their way between my thighs.
"Your friend says hi by the way," | say, trying to ignore his hot actions, his fingers stop right below where my dress ends and he grips my thigh, not too harsh but firm enough. "He looked like he knows what we are doing up here." I continue, swallow hard when the tip of his fingers gently caress my inner thigh again.
-"We don't have to keep quiet then, do we?" He smirks at me, he does that again. Those eye dimples, this stupid beautiful smile of his, his hand on my thigh; as if the last two rounds weren't enough to break me, he's now messing with my emotions too.
I playfully hit his arm, whining his name. -"I'm joking, chill. I'm just saying, if they already know, why keep it low?" His veiny hand trails up my thigh, making me let out an accidental moan. He's used to the sound of it yet can never get tired of hearing it. -"Besides, I know you like a little risk, maybe getting overheard? Or knowing someone's watching... mmm?" He hums as if asking for my answer to approve.
"Oh hell look at you, can't go through a second without getting hard again. Looks like someone here likes risks more than I do..." I take the covers off his body, exposing the oh so delicate sight I haven't seen for the last 10 minutes I was downstairs.
-"if only my friends knew you're wearing damn nothing underneath THIS..." he starts to say but stops mid sentence, seems like the blood is rushing to his head faster and he gets a little furious about the thought of someone else being aware of you wearing nothing under that piece of clothing.
"What's wrong baby? Getting jealous?" I pout jokingly, babying him with my sweeter tone of voice, finally lifting my dress a little, straddling his lap.
"Calm down, they're all a little scared of you, let alone hit on me or ever touch your girl. Besides, I don't think any of them is as horny as you are, mister." I sit comfortably on his thigh, he lets out a little gasp, making me wonder whether it's the nickname or my actions that made him a little more lost in his head.
His hands automatically move up my body, from my thighs up to my hips and to my waist, he holds me there firmly, as if claiming it as his and I giggle. "I like that, write it down in your kinky journal, you dirty nerd." I joke, exposing the fact that I know he writes down the things I like he does, his eyes widen.
-"You little brat, how do you..?" I feel the heat getting worse, everywhere. His ears turning red, he's getting even harder it looks almost painful.
"Calm down, I'm not gonna mock you for it. It's kinda hot tho. Very hot honestly. I like hot nerds, especially when they're so needy and let me ride them." | bite my lip as I come closer to his face, whispering it in his ear and then placing a soft, mouthy kiss on his neck.
-"Such a F- BRAT."
"You love me."
-"Doesn't change the fact you're a brat!"
"You'd get bored if I wasn't."
His lips are centimeters away from mine, we're still in the same position as he lifts me by my hips a little, placing me right on top of him and I sink down smoothly, making both of us gasp loudly and he takes my lips with his for a hungry, delicate kiss.
His hands roaming around my entire already sweaty body, lifting my night gown up and tosses it on the floor. I pull away again for air but he pulls me back for a deeper kiss, moaning into each other's mouths.
"Goodness..." | moan out his name, along with some curse words as he starts to thrust upwards into me, making my body bounce and we both turn into a mess. -"You like that, huh? Like how I make you feel?" The room fills up with skin slapping sounds, moans and heavy pants, groans and curse words.
-"Use your words, you little brat..." his voice coming out in short gasps that I can never get enough of, his hand moving to my back as he cups my cheek and then spanks it once, sending an electric shock through my already sensitive body. "H/n! Please..." my thighs start to tremble as we both work our ways to the finish line.
Here it is again, his annoying satisfied grin when he knows l'm far gone, almost floating on cloud nine along with him.
-"Please what, kitten? Use your words." The urge to drain him completely just for him to shut up and stop teasing and messing with my head is strong but my legs are getting weaker with every movement.
"Please... please H/N I'm so so close H/N... soft screams escaping my lips, head thrown back as he grabs my chin and makes me look at him.
-"Eyes on me when you finish, kitten. Understood?" F HIM.
"So so close please.." I'm so desperate and he's almost satisfied enough from just hearing me being so needy for release. -"Gonna come? So pretty when you're like this... c'mon pretty thing, I got you. let go f'me." His words, his sharper thrusts, his hands playing with my nipples, kneading my breasts.
Uncontrollable strokes are being dragged along his soft skin as my fingers dig into his back, luckily not enough to make him bleed but the pain makes him make even better sounds as he gets closer himself.
-"I got you, I got you, come for me..." he hugs me tighter as we both ride out our highs, he does first as I follow right behind him.
Heavily panting, I collapse on his chest, finally leaving his body that I hold onto so tightly for the last who knows how many minutes?
"Oh my Gosh H/N I'm so sorry!" It finally hits me that I might've wounded his skin a little too harsh and I feel terrible with it.
-"Shut up you nerd, I'm gonna write it down too, it was amazing." He replies, making me confused.
"You can't be serious. Stop acting like a hero I could feel i was hurting you!" I hit his chest, his arm is back resting underneath his head, turning his face to me.
-"I'll let you recover and I'll mark you up next time so we'll get even, yeah?" He caresses my cheek with the back of his other hand.
"Let me recover huh? Think I can't handle another round right now?" I smirk at him, enjoying the way he's all gentle and loving.
-"Look who's trying to be a hero now." He chuckles, you know he's right, you're too worn out for a fourth round, though the thought alone is pretty tempting.
"Okay fine, but at least let me take care of the scratches on your back, let me see them at least. It felt so good yet so bad..." I turn him over, it really isn't that bad, just a few red lines.
-"See? Now can you calm down and let me hold you a little before my friends come up here and knock on our door?" He turns back around, facing me again.
"Only if you mark me later until we're even."
-"Mmm... say please?"
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penny44224 · 11 months ago
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NAH
Ima need someone PLEASEEEEE make Cha Eunwoo smuts, fluff, something bc this gif 🧍🏾‍♀️😀👹😩🏃🏾‍♀️🗣️
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iken · 10 months ago
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he’s so cute i just wanna marry him
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svtsofthours · 3 months ago
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His breath like a ghost across your lips. Voice shaky, as if he’s trying to restrain himself. The proximity shooting shivers up your spine.
”What happens if I do this?” The fear in his voice palpable, the fear of stepping over an invisible line, into unknown territory.
You reached up, your lips brushing his in the process. “Why don’t you find out?”
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sweetdejun · 4 months ago
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dear you.
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trope: optional bias x fem!reader, arranged marriage, angst/fluff
synopsis: An all-too-well story through a series of letters she wrote to him, as they navigated a withering love story that had yet to see its eternal bloom.
word count: 3.7k, unedited (typical)
AHHH so excited that this is finally done!! I haven't posted in a LONG time so I'm nervous to see how this goes. thanks for reading, hope to see you soon xoxo
Dear you, 
Today was the first time we met. I couldn't hear much of the loud conversation our parents were having while, well, I tried to keep the thundering beats of my heart quiet. Stolen glances were all I had the courage to give you, and when our eyes locked for a brief moment, I could’ve sworn I saw a tinge of honey in those gorgeous eyes of yours. Perhaps it was the effect of the lighting, but I doubt it. 
I wonder what your hobbies are? What kind of music do you listen to? How do you take your coffee or tea? Is there a place in the world you wanna go to? Do you want the right side or the left side of the bed? Just thinking about the two of us sharing a bed makes me blush. These next few months are going to be dedicated to celebrating us, and I can’t wait for the day I get to become your wife. 
Patiently waiting,
Me
Dear you,
The wedding festivities are ticking closer and closer. We got to exchange numbers so every now and then when I get the chance I send you small texts here and there. Your responses are slow, if at all, but I bet it’s because you’re busy with work. It’s no big deal, I totally get it. 
Did you know, my friends ask about you all the time? I have to say that you’re always busy, so you don’t have time to talk or spend time with me. There’s always a flash of sympathy on their faces when I mention this, but I don’t care. As long as you respond to me, that’s all I care about. 
I’ve been trying to learn more and more about you through your mom and sister, who have been nothing but kind to me since day one. I didn’t think you were the type to be in a band in high school, but I got ahold of one of your demos (courtesy of your sister) and I listened to it in the car one day. Pretty good, I would say. Your voice sounded so cute… a little bit of that childhood innocence is mixed in with the majority of the baritone found in your voice today. 
Eager to meet you,
Me
Dear you,
When we sat down for dinner, you didn’t talk much. A couple of quick exchanges were all we had, but mostly I spent the evening picking at my food and looking around to watch the couples smile happily and enjoy their lovers’ presence. I moved one piece of broccoli around back and forth for a good ten minutes, while you quietly ate your dinner, one hand glued to your cell phone and mindless scrolling.
I saw a lady walk behind you towards the bathroom, and a quick look at your phone was all she needed to give me a look of pity before disappearing behind me. I excused myself to go the bathroom, and as soon as I leaned against the sink, my hands gripping the cold, wet porcelain, the woman was exiting the stall. I didn’t miss that strange look on her face when she approached the sink next to me to wash her hands. I tried to take a few deep breaths when she turned to me, a paper towel aggressively ripped from the automatic machine. She was hesitant, but eventually, before leaving she said to me, “take care dear, he’s not worth your time.” I don’t know why she’d said that. 
Confused and a little hurt,
Me
Dear you,
The countdown is getting shorter. It’s now a matter of days, and if things weren’t crazy enough, the hustle and bustle around the house have definitely been made very obvious now. I’ve had my bachelorette party, and a few other small dinners courtesy of my friends, but I feel that now I must be the blushing bride everyone wants me to be. At least for the next few days, that is. Once we get married, things will be different. I know they will. I hope that whatever doubts and hesitations I am feeling now are nothing but mere wedding jitters. 
I have to get my nails done, my hair colored and every inch of my body scrubbed and polished. My facial needs to be done, too. It’s funny, the last time I must’ve put this much effort into looking prim and perfect must’ve been for my senior prom, and it’s been years since that day. Did you go to prom as well? I have to remember to show you those dreadful photos, but back in those days, there was a spark of hope that love existed out there for me. Even if the guy I went with was nothing more than a friend, I hoped that my destiny had love written for me at some point, when I’d grow into a woman. I hope that time’s finally arrived.
Excited about what’s to come,
Me
Dear you, 
The wedding is over. You looked dashing, as always, and I was told that I looked beautiful. My parents cried today, and I think it didn’t hit me until now that I really am a married woman now. You’re gone to play pool with your groomsmen, you just told me that you would be back in a bit. It’s been an hour and a half, and I got impatient and changed out of my gorgeous but annoying dress into something more breathable. I took the dozens of bobby pins out from my hair, and as I wiped the makeup away, I couldn’t help but remember the fake smile I’d put up for everyone; the pictures, your friends and family, and my friends and family. The facade is already setting in that we’re a happy couple… are we really? You didn’t even feel the need to spend tonight, of all nights, with me. I must be that ugly, huh?  
Maybe pessimism isn’t how we wanna start this new chapter of our lives. I’ll try to make an effort to be more present in your life because I don’t wanna lose something without giving it a chance. 
I hear your laughter downstairs. Wonder what that’s about.
Just stood by the door, but what I heard was enough to lull me into the security of my dreams. “I can’t believe we’re married… I know nothing about her, and frankly, could care less about her.”
Heartbroken on the night that was supposed to be cherished,
Me
Dear you,
Things have been up and down. On one end, when you’re around, we talk a little. Getting to know you has far exceeded my expectations, even though it’s little by little. In the beginning, you didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as me, but one day, when I had enough I decided to confront you about it. The strongest I’d ever been, I will say, but it was liberating. You had no idea of the feeling of a burden being lifted from my shoulders that day. That conversation clearly had an effect on you, as you had started sleeping next to me since that day. but some people only deserve good, dare I say perfect, things in small doses.
I usually don’t wake up next to you. Feels like how it did when we first got married, which feels like ages even though it’s only been a few weeks. The faint dips in the bed from your body are almost completely faded by the time I wake up. The remnants of a freshly brewed pot of coffee lie in the coffee maker downstairs. I find myself repeating the same routine; making another batch of coffee, quietly having breakfast, and maybe rearranging the living room furniture to see if you’ll notice it when you get home. I do the laundry, cook a little, and work a little. 
I actually did something a little interesting today, though. When I went grocery shopping I was surprised to see handwriting that wasn’t mine. I couldn’t read what you wrote, though. Your penmanship is not great but I guess in the corporate world, you don’t really see the need to handwrite things anymore. I hesitated on calling you before I eventually deciphered what you wrote. Turns out, you just need to look at it a little longer and give it some time because before you know it, it’ll unravel right in front of you. Maybe there’s hope in me that you’ll do the same.
Slowly feeling the fatigue of the night,
Me 
Dear you,
Today was a bit different than the rest of the mundane days I’d spent in this empty house. I was sipping on my tea in the final hours of afternoon, reading a book when suddenly your footsteps started to echo against the marble floor. My gaze turned up to look at your figure that leaned against the doorframe, hands in your pockets. I raised my eyebrows, doggy-earring my page and setting the paperback to the side. “Hey, what’s up?” “Uh, nothing much,” you started. “I was wondering if you wanted to go grab something to eat.” I blinked back. This is the first time you’ve voluntarily offered to take me to dinner. Naturally I’ve grown a little skeptical after hearing the empty promises, but my heart has yearned for your calls. I hesitantly let my heart win over my head, and take you up on your offer. 
I took out the perfect outfit, gold earrings and wore a blood red lipstick. The last time I wore a shade like this… I can’t remember. Not even on our wedding day did I go with a bold shade as this one. 
When I got ready, you look up from your phone for a second and for the first time, you did a double take and took in my appearance properly. I felt shy under your gaze for a moment, but my brain was refusing to believe that this was happening. “You look nice, y/n.” I shift my gaze up through my eyelashes for a second and reply with a curt ‘thank you’. 
Everything between going to the restaurant (which has a beautiful seaside view, a live musician and there’s a warmth accompanying the brisk autumn breeze), ordering the food, eating the food and going home, we had a conversation longer than we’ve ever had before. 
The words exchanged were still formal, at least on my end, because deep in my heart I want you to experience what I experienced these last few months. I think you have a way of letting your frustration peek through more easily though, because I could sense your impatience with my one sentence responses to your questions and not as much reciprocation. My frustration’s getting to me too. 
Wondering what’s gonna happen next,
Me
Dear you,
We walked into the house tonight and you gritted your teeth, “I’m just trying to get to know you better. Why are you making this so hard?” That made me stop in my tracks. I’m confused now, because this entire time you were the one making things hard for me. I wanted to reach out and touch you, hold you, tell you that there was always a soft spot in my heart for you. But I couldn’t. Not anymore. “You were the one that pushed me away, and I just could not keep putting in an effort to try to win someone over that never wanted to be mine in the first place,” is all I can tell you. Tears ran down my face and the pain that I buried away reappeared on the surface of my heart with a vengeance. “I wasn’t ready!” I hear you exclaim as I walk away. There’s a tone of disappointment I’m picking up from your voice, almost like you’re confused as to why I’m walking away. “Well, good. I’m glad we’re finally on the same page for once,” my shaky voice responded and I shut the door to our room.
Crying myself to sleep,
Me
Dear you,
It’s been a couple of days since our argument. We’ve gone back to our terse exchanges, the lackluster life I grew to tolerate reentered my life. One day, much like before, while I was tending to my plants you came from around a corner, and grabbed a seat before me. “Look up at me for a second.” There’s something new in your voice, a sort of fragility that has my broken heart skipping a beat. I met your gaze and paled when I took in your appearance. Not that you’d been crying or anything but I could tell the stress over the last few days started to bring out an aged quality in your features. Subtle dark circles and a shadow of a stubble along your jaw. “I want to take this moment to say a couple of things,” you started. “I want to firstly apologize for how formal I was in the beginning. The truth was I never thought I would be involved in an arranged marriage. I was confident that I’d find someone myself, and when it didn’t work out the way I wanted it to, I let my ego come in the way of even starting off on the right foot with you.” I thought back to the very beginning, your words and actions aligned with you showing no interest. Perhaps what you say is true, so I nod to let you know I hear you. “I also want to give us a chance to start over. Like I said, it was a rocky start and I don’t think our families will be too happy if we keep things going this way. I’ll put in more of an effort, but this is a two way street. Are you willing to do the same?” 
Truth of the matter is, I’ve grown tired of living this way. We became two strangers, two roommates under the same roof instead of husband and wife. I know that even though I don’t show it much, there’s still a part of me that’s mad for you. I want to revive her. I want my happily ever after. If this is what will lead to that, I’m willing to give it a shot. “Yes.”
Looking forward to starting fresh,
Me
Dear you,
Things have been getting better. I learned about the company you work for and what you do there. I had an idea of when you left for the office and when you came back home. Now that your alarm is something I can hear now, I have started to mold my routine to fit yours a bit better. This is how things go now: your alarm goes off and you go and shower, while I get up and get a pot of coffee going and pull your pre-packed lunch from the fridge. By the time I get to pulling out your breakfast stuff, I hear you come down the stairs. You make our coffee, which has taken you several tries to get it right for me, and I go brush my teeth and wash my face. I come down and you’ve made your breakfast and mine. We enjoy breakfast silently, albeit on the same table, which is progress in itself. You’ve asked me how the coffee was today, and it’s a bit on the bitter side but it’s gotten much better since day one. On day one, I had to pretend to like the coffee and then I waited for you to leave so that I could remake it.
When you get back from work at the end of the day, I usually have dinner ready so that all you have to do it wash up really quick and join me for dinner on the table. Our conversations pick up a bit at this point. You tell me about anything exciting or crazy that happened at work that day, and I tell you bits and pieces about my work from home situations. You’ve made it a point to learn more about me too, so now you know that my favorite color is forest green, I have a fondness for interior design and that I’ve always wanted to go to Europe. Your favorite color is blue, you enjoy the occasional mystery novel and you have a guilty pleasure of 90s rom-coms. 
Beginning to wonder when we’ll have our 90s rom-com moment,
Me
Dear you, 
You have started becoming more open and friendly, and now we’re becoming friends. I find your lingering gaze on me from time to time as I complete a chore or fix my hair in the mirror. I can’t find it in me to connect my eyes with your own yet, but slowly and surely I’m getting there. I feel too shy, is that so bad? I suggested that we sit down and watch a 90s rom-com tonight, which I know you won’t object to after the latest revelation. You’ve gone to the kitchen to warm up some popcorn whilst I had time to sneak out to write this letter. I wonder if you’ll ever find these, I’ve hidden them quite well and I know you won’t look there. My wedding ring is glistening under the desk light as I finish this letter to you. Today it seems extra radiant.
Hearing you call my name with that dulcet voice,
Me
Dear you,
It’s been a while. Our mini vacation to that cute little town is over now, we’ve just returned home. I finally got to see the many sides there are to you. Your adventurous side that wants to try any new food, your mortified side when you almost slipped down the hill during our morning hike, your gentle and soft side when a little girl was standing in front of us in line for ice cream. I’ve started showing you sides of me, where I laugh the loudest at a comedy show, or make stupid puns when I read street signs or stare in awe as fresh snow falls from the sky over our heads. 
Tonight you asked to kiss me. Before today the last time we kissed was for the camera on our wedding day. The air was different tonight, though. You tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and asked for permission before leaning in closer. When our lips touched, a gasp left my lungs and my world stopped. My hands froze, hovering over your face and I slowly reached in till I felt the warmth of your cheeks across my fingers. Perhaps the chill in my touch caused you to pull back in shock, but you hesitated to let go. Your hands firmly held my hips with a fragile touch, like you were scared to hurt me, maybe again. Your eyes shined back at me and I’m reminded of the moment I first laid eyes on you. That tinge of honey came back to me and is now glistening with the same want and desire I used to see in my own reflection.  
My heart has had its time to heal. It’s slowly letting me love you again. I’m mortified that I’ll regret it if things go wrong, I don’t have the capacity to get hurt again. I don’t know what to do. You’ve noticed when I grow quiet and have started asking if I was okay. I put on a small smile and tell you I’m fine, but I have a feeling you see right through me. 
Scared to put my heart on my sleeve yet again,
Me
Dear you, 
You found them today. All of the letters. I thought I had done a pretty good job hiding them but out of sheer luck, when I found myself out of the house coincidentally while you were at home, you found the letters. You read every single one of them, you told me. That’s why when I came home and found you sitting on the couch, the letters in your hands as you read through them my heart stopped. You noticed the door closing and looked up at me, the red rims of your eyes telling me these letters have affected you in a way I don’t want to think about. “I didn’t mean to, I’m, uh, you weren't…” I started, rambling while avoiding your gaze, embarrassed and ashamed that you’ve discovered a vulnerable side of me that you could have hated. You could have left me tonight. We could have been over. But instead, you put the letters down and rushed over to hug me. Hold me tighter than I’ve ever been held before. 
“I’m sorry for everything, my love,” you started and my heart stuttered at the term of endearment. “I have never known someone as sweet, kind, innocent and breathtakingly beautiful as you. Please don’t be ashamed, I shouldn’t have opened these up,” Now you were the one rambling. I looked up at you, tears gathering at the margins of my eyelids. Waiting to slip and fall so you can catch them with the calloused pads of your thumbs. Your hands holding my face, cradling me gently, I wetly smiled, “they were addressed to you for a reason, honey. It was destiny for you to see them one day. I thought my world would come crashing down at the thought of you finding these letters, but I believe you. I’m ready to give you my heart in completion once again, because now I know. You are not going to hurt me like you did before. I trust you and love you.” With that, our mouths connected once more, and we spent the whole night talking about the letters. I am glad our lives brought us together like this, for now we will spend the eternity of our lives hand in hand, facing the world together as one strong team. With love, happiness and companionship at each step of the journey, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Confident that this is my last letter to you,
Me
(p.s. You just read the ends of this letter and whined for me to keep writing to you. I’ll start giving them to you directly starting from this one, my dear)
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storysere · 10 months ago
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New Writing Blog 📖💚✍🏽
About Me:
I'm a muslimah who is trying to practice writing fiction so I will be writing a bunch of one shots / little stories to get some consistent writing done! Especially writing within the context of islam and islamic "culture.” I will also be taking requests! I love writing stuff for ppl and I know it will motivate me to write much more than any prompt will 😭
Many years ago on tumblr I used to write oneshots for ppl that took place in a fairy-tale land (which usually ended up being medieval Europe) But during that time was literally the golden age of Islam, so I thought why not write in that setting? Might be fun! I'm hoping to get some feedback too since so pls feel free to do that!
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✨ REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ✨✅ Open to all genre's and prompt types EXCEPT gore, thriller, horror etc. not rlly my cup of tea.
What to expect:
Oneshots, character studies, exploration of situations + places, studies of real historical customs / setting within islamic culture + religion. I'll probably also do random prompts that I find online if I don’t get any requests 🥲😭
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Betrothed to ur father's apprentice, u fall for a customer ⏳
Your Request! Send me an ask 💚
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proudahgase-exol · 1 year ago
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Other K-pop masterist
Here you will find other K-pop groups I will be making stuff for if you would like to see a specific group/Idol in specific let me know by requests or private message and I’ll happily make doodle them I’m open to write for female groups too :)
-𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎: 02/02/24
-𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 ♡
Eveything was moved to the main masterlist ☺️
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𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨
𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣:
𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯
𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣:
𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭
𝙎𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣:
𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝗢𝘁𝟴:
𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘬𝘻 𝘣𝘧
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𝙏𝙓𝙏
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𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣:
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯
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𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗲𝗲
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ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ :(
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𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣
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ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ :(
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𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯
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𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮
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𝙊𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year ago
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🔞 MDNI OptionalMale AnyReader
Sexy things that make my back arch
Pressing his forehead against yours after you kiss
How he bites his bottom lip when pounding into you
When he buries his face in your neck to hide his moans
When he tells you that you belong to him when he’s deep inside you
How his hands travel up your thighs when you makeout
His horny morning voice 🥵
His hand on the back of your head when you kiss
The veins in his arms protruding when his fingers are curled into you
Him taking his shirt off with one hand
Also just him unbuttoning a shirt
His smirk when he sees how easily you fall apart for him
The way he rolls his shirt sleeves up
When he undresses you but never takes his eyes off yours
Whispering cusses under his breath when he’s inside you.
They basically can do the bare minimum and I would fold like a garden chair 😏
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itsmykindoflove · 2 years ago
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Tinder, new start & you
A cold night, dark skies and an attempt to have fun, that's what I got. Wearing an outfit that wasn't really my style, I waited for my friend to pick me up so we could go to the best known bar in that part of town. I wasn't like that, but it was necessary to act like an adult at that point. A week before, I had met a guy who was just an 'one night stand' and I didn't care about him anymore, but I did care if I was going to die without having a good life experience and alone. Not sex, drink and drugs, but good stories, memories for when I reached my old age.
Sitting at the bar, the atmosphere was cozy and the music was good, the food wans't that good but the drinks were as cold as the temperature outside. That was it, the two of us, girls' night out and a million gossips in the air.
“Let's download tinder for you. Let's get guys out of your niche, you have very limited taste.” I heard her saying and I think the alcohol was already taking effect in my body, because the idea sounded like something fun.
-Ok.
-Give me your phone, I'll be making your profile and choosing photos.” She stayed there messing around and writing everything on my “file”.
-What do you think “English teacher, flight attendant. Animal lover and a hopeless romantic.”
-I'm not a hopeless romantic. - I denied, sipping the sweet drink I chose.
-I'm writing what I think of you, screw what you think. -she said and soon finished what she was writing, it was time to match. Many faces passed on the screen, many 'no's were given and many 'yes' too. But hardly any matches, it wasn't my lucky day maybe.
After we went to a random snack bar to lower the alcohol levels by eating a sandwich, I went back home and spent the Saturday very calm without much effort and somewhat disconnected from social networks as well.
Sunday is a sad day. We just don't want to go back to work or do anything but sleep and eat. At least that's how it works for me. But on that fateful Sunday, a curiosity for Tinder came over me, I lay down on the bed and started dragging it to the left. Weird, very old, very young, has children, lives far away, ok, we have a couple, very tall…
I accidentally liked a profile and it matched! I held my breath in desperation and ran to see the profile. My heart calmed down, it wasn't that bad.
The next minute, a notification.
"Hi how are you?"
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cabeswaterdrowned · 7 months ago
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honorable mentions:
Ronan being senselessly turned on by Adam on a motorcycle in Call Down The Hawk, eliminated for not technically being a car but still impressive
Jordan stealing Declan’s car and in doing so feeling closer to Hennessy while also closer to Declan.
Adam teaching Gansey about fixing cars.
The picture in Adam’s glove rendezvous has a the man (who looks like Greenmantle, which is to say like a combination of Ronan and Gansey, which is to say he looks like Declan but I digress) standing next to a German made car.
I could have sworn in addition to the Gansey comparing Adam to the Pig scene there was a scene where Ronan did as well but I looked up every time the word “Camaro” is mentioned in the Dream Thieves + The Raven King (only books with Ronan pov chapters) and did not find this so I wonder if I made it up, or saw someone else misremember and then adopted it in my memory. Someone enlighten me if not. There are certainly others but I either couldn’t remember them or couldn’t find text evidence to confirm they were real. Of course, you might say that some of these were likely more intentional from a doylist pov than others, however the text is the text and motifs are motifs. I am simply an academic presenting my findings to you all.
Also the Latin line is said twice once when the Camaro breaks down Ronan says it jokingly to Gansey in the scene where he also puts a leg over Adam’s, then Adam remembers it after a breakdown in TDT as applying to how he’s a “trainwreck” right before finding himself in Ronan’s dream. Feel the others are self explanatory enough but thought this one merited explanation if you haven’t reread recently.
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 months ago
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Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.
#as a note do NOT read the comments on any T'Pol marriage clips on youtube they're full of 'haha women amiright' jokes about#how she's leading Trip on and being a bitch for not choosing him etc - if you become interested in female characters you learn#quickly just how much people still hate women displaying any amount of complexity/doing anything that isn't just falling into a man's arms#even if that hatred doesn't take the form of outright vitriol (aka: 'I feel so sad for Trip bc T'Pol's marrying some other guy')#Trip: T'Pol listen this arranged marriage stuff is no good - you've gotta be free! You have to do what YOU want to do!#T'Pol: -legally seen as property of her husband in the eyes of the law- ...............#<- not dunking on Trip it's just funny how easy it makes it seem - but!! He doesn't know all the facts#as evidenced by him saying T'Pol might 'call off the wedding' to her mother - T'Pol can't legally call off shit#It's also interesting how gender isn't really mentioned in any of the clips I've seen - it's very clear to me that T'Pol has no options#specifically because she's a WOMAN within her culture but that's almost like a quiet undercurrent and not focused on as a main#point of dissatisfaction - which I imagine it 1000% would be for Vulcan women when men have infinitely more freedom#Vulcan Man: I don't wanna marry this lady#Vulcan Law: Ok#Vulcan Woman: I don't wanna marry this guy#Vulcan Law: Noted. So - if you and your lover are willing to risk his life there's a chance (if he wins) that you can get out of marrying#him BUT if your husband kills your lover and still wants to marry you you DOOO have to marry him sorry you just gotta#<- this also makes it incredibly dangerous to in any way warn your legal husband that a kal-if-fee might be incoming#the element of surprise is a HUGE advantage when it comes to winning a fight to the death (which your lover can train for)#Vulcans#T'Pol#T'Pring#star trek#I don't think this is bad necessarily (as a fictional worldbuilding thing) but I wish it were explored more#It's especially interesting because it's an aspect of logical Vulcan society - it's clearly not logical but it's also clearly rooted deeply#in tradition which may mean Vulcan long ago used to have a much more extreme gender bias towards the male population#it just implies a lot that Vulcan has these old laws which are unfair towards women yet they still follow BUT women are treated as equal#citizens OUTSIDE of marriage! Maybe there was a feminist movement before? Is there another brewing? Where are the Vulcan feminists!
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storysere · 8 months ago
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She heard the arrow slice past her before she felt it but but was enough to throw her off balance. She immediately fell so the ground, not in pain but in shock. As she lay there, she heard the sound of leaves crunching under frantic footsteps headed toward her. ‘Hello?’ It was the voice of a man. That was it. Her time had come. She accepted it.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Her thoughts swirled inside her head but she couldn’t hold on to a single one and instead settled on the shahada. La ilaha illallah. She repeated, aware, as she has heard before, that it required no movement of her lips. La ilaha illallah. The words recited before death.
‘Someone there?’ The man, who she assumed had shot the arrow, had finally reached her, and she was seized with fear. She kept her eyes closed her eyes tightly. La ilaha illallah. She repeated under her breath. Maybe if she pretended to have died already he would move along.
“La ilaha illallah!’
This time it wasn’t her.
“Ya Allah. What have I done?”
She willed herself to open her eyes a tiny bit, to see a young man around her age slump down onto his knees in front of where she lay dramatically in the grass, afraid to assess her wound.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "Where did it strike you?" His hands shook anxiously as he scanned her, looking for the wound.
She carefully lifted a hand to her shoulder. Blood. Belatedly the area had begun to sting and she was not surprised to see that she was bleeding. "I'm going to die." She announced. "Ash-hadu an la ilaha illallah-'
'No!' he yelled, "Please stop! This is the only wound, right! You'll be fine. You'll be okay. I'll get help! I'll get help-
‘Please tell my family to make dua for me and to bury me next to my mother’ she said slowly.
‘No…no wait’ the man shook his head and disappeared into the forest.
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elsannej · 5 months ago
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He got dragged into a wedding dress butique at the girls' night out.
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As much as i like putting robots in dresses, i hc that Omega honestly kinda dislikes/doesn't care for women's/fem apparel. In his eyes they emphasize all the wrong things (looking soft/dainty/sweet). Not to mention how impractical e.g. dresses are.
It took a lot of convincing get him to try the stuff on:
Rouge (currently rocking a party dress herself): “Do i give off [any of the words on Omega's list] vibes? How about Blaze (in a light summer dress) over here?"
Omega (who hasn't & doesn't associate either of them with "softness" etc.,): "mmmmmmmmmmm" (If he answers truthfully he's gonna get roped into "Say Yes to The Dress")
And Omega finds out that he doesn't mind some of the dresses. That a select few actually... look quite good on him:
They either clash nicely (depicted dress) in a way that accentuates his form by putting something soft & light against his angular & heavyset build, or bring up other positive aspects - things Omega only now learned to look for/analyse in fashion - e.g. boldness/grandness/fierceness. He doesn't mind that at all.
@generic-sonic-fan
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proudahgase-exol · 2 years ago
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I know your love's not real.
Optional bias x reader
Summary: You're in love with your best friend, who claims that he loves you too, but the truth is, that's not the way he feels.
Ps. I was leasing to 1D's Fool's Good and I got an idea, so this is what I come up with. Sorry if it's bad.
Update: I fix the mistakes I had made hopefully it’s better :)
When I started dating, it was like a dream come true. He was so sweet and caring; he made me happy, but the thing is, it wasn't the same for him. He pretends to be in love with me, and although that should have hurt me, it didn't. What actually hurt me was him lying to me for a whole year, pretending he loved me, and playing along. He hurt my feelings; he lied to my face for so long, and he expected me to forgive him. And the second thing that got me even pissed was that I found it from one of his friends. Was I a joke to him? So when I confronted him, I knew how this would end.
I had gotten home from work, and I was more than ready to talk to __. It was now or never that I needed to get this over, as much as it hurt me. So when I got home, I didn't waste time and talked to him.
"Hey, we need to talk," I said as soon as I walked through the door.
"Hey, babe, what's up?" he asked, sitting straight on the couch.
"Care to explain what your friend means by you not actually liking me?" told him without any emotions.
"Baby, what are you talking about?" he asks, getting up and trying to reach for my hand.
"Cut the bullshit. I know you don't fucking love me. I know you only date me because you couldn't reject me, so please do us a favor and tell me what your friend said was true," I told him as I shoved his hands away from me.
"Okay, fine, it's true. I just couldn't reject you, and I thought that if I said yes, I could eventually fall in love with you," he said with a low tone.
"Now I fucking understand the many times I told you I loved you and the times I talk about marriage with you, I know there's a fucking reason why you change the fucking topic." I said I was walking back and forth.
"I'm truly sorry, but I do love you deep down. I love you more than anything," he said, trying to touch me.
"Oh, fuck off. I know your love is not real; that's not the way you feel, so cut the bullshit," I said angrily.
"Please give me a change. I'll prove to you that I can love you. Give me a chance to show that I'm capable of falling in love with you," he replied with tears in his eyes.
"Oh, I think it's too late for that. If you didn't feel anything for me in the past year, what makes you think you will love me now? So get the fuck out of my place and out of my life. I don't ever want to see you again after you played with me, and on top of that, you have the audacity to ask to give you a second chance. You don't love me; you will never love me. That's clear as day. I know you're just feeling pity for me, but I don't need your pathetic excuses. Now get the fuck out of here." I replied frustrated
"Come on, we've been best friends since forever. I made a mistake by lying to you. Don't cut me off," he begged.
“A mistake that caused you a lot of mistakes and made me realize the kind of person you are a mistake that's caused a heartbreak a mistake that now will make me question people's feelings towards me. Now get the fuck out. Don't waste more of my time than you already have." I said, raising my voice.
After I told him all I needed to tell him, I got up and left for my bedroom. I heard him leaving my apartment, and I was now finally all alone. I let all my feelings out. I knew it would be hard to get back to how I was before. I was hurt; I truly loved __, but I couldn't stand the fact he lied. Now all that is left is a broken heart.
As the days passed by, I tried my best not to  think of him at all. I got my sled busy with work, and I tried to go out and try to get about the pain, and little by little, I'm starting to feel a lot better.
I try to be a natural reader. I hope I did well.
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vigilskeep · 3 months ago
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as a fellow rook de riva player i’m really curious how sol took the whole… house egrativi being founded with the specific intention of taking in orphaned kids to become crows. final nail in the coffin moment for my rook personally
this plot thread was the first and easiest target of my mental rewrites because it just... doesn’t make sense, to me? functionally, regardless of thematically. like, i think it suffers the most obviously from the writers not really getting into how the crow power structure works. crow houses are business ventures that require money and manpower. you can’t just start one with a name and a dream while everyone smiles approvingly. also, you can’t just not have belonged to one in the first place! i spent all game trying to figure out if he belonged to the de rivas or the cantoris or the dellamortes or someone else, and when he started his own house at the end of his arc (again, ???) it was very apparent to me that this is just a misinterpretation that there is a general force of crows and the houses are simply nobility among them. no, somebody paid for your training and they want back on that investment so they own you. also, taking in orphans being your grand new venture for the crows is both insane and doesn’t make sense because the crows already do that as one of their main recruiting strategies. teia cantori is standing right in front of you as the evidence!
my provisional rewrite which i think works fairly smoothly without losing too much is that jacobus & his cousin are the sole surviving heirs of one of the three houses whose talons were killed in the antaam plot in tevinter nights: balazar, valisti, and arainai. (my self-indulgent vote is balazar, because the tevinter nights context of the dynamic with teia and viago is juicy. there’s no real reason for it to be arainai and bringing in that name for no reason would be cruel, but you could definitely cook with it if you really wanted to go for it.) naturally, these kids already have a grudge against the antaam, one that teia and viago are struggling to corral while having to treat them like crow hierarchy equals (iirc a balazar or valisti would actually technically outrank them both), and the elder cousin goes and gets himself killed trying. we’re now forced to operate with one of the four houses present in treviso being led by an even younger grieving child who is obviously a liability. this should be good for paralleling lucanis’ immediate future and highlighting what the crows do to their younger generations. in my most ideal of worlds where the crows are truly crow-ish on screen, maybe you’d have a plot choice with no good answers like...
a) teia would present this option. you decide to take a risk on this kid and believe in him and let him stand on his own two feet, and this actually pays off with sudden help in your fight against the governor like it does in the game. he chooses this idealistic, childish direction for his house where they’re taking in kids who have lost their families like him and it will all be one big family again! and he says some suddenly very nervewracking things about how they’ll understand it’s the best place to be eventually and one of the kids got hurt in the governor’s estate but heir has promised they’ll take care of it and train them all so hard they’ll never lose anyone again. he’s going to make sure of it. you’ll see! they’ll take the best contracts until they’re godslayers just like you! there’s a final shot of him standing very small and very alone. and that’s on you
b) viago would present this option. you decide this kid is too much of a risk to count on while you’re trying to save the city and the world, and maybe you care that he’s also a danger to himself. you back house de riva to forcibly seize jacobus’ house and all its assets to get the job done with, while jacobus himself is locked up out of harm’s way until the fight is over. this route also helps in your fight against the governor, there’s no sudden chaotic helping hand but everything goes smoother and cleaner, and hey, there are no children in the fight, if that kind of thing matters to you. however, all the ferocity of jacobus’ grudges turns on you and viago. he hates you. and letting him loose afterwards and giving back his house would be viago, the most paranoid man in thedas, handing a knife back to someone who wants to kill him. (which is, i suppose, the utmost charitable interpretation of viago’s main reasoning to keep hold of a bunch of assets, but no less true.) so they’re just keeping hold of jacobus... indefinitely. and that’s on you
but that’s me being self-indulgent and making it a bigger choice lmao. in answer to your actual question about my rook rather than this massive tangent, yes it was dizzying to stand there as another child was given full crow status and already planning to train other children. the cycles are cyclinggg
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