#person: mae

[oatmealdoodles]

couldn't resist drawing them in these outfits

og artists: @nyahalloshop and @/Potari_vt

[windfalling]

1.02 // 1.06 // 1.08 The Stranger vs. Sol on recognizing and differentiating Osha and Mae

[courtmartialme]

hyuai dynamic in my delusion world. riza didn't really like hughes at first because she wasn't used to such a cheerful personality, and also kinda judged him for building a family after all they've done, but she eventually warms up to him. on the other hand hughes always liked her and enjoys telling her about his family because she's a very good listener :^) did you know hughes calls her "riza-chan" in one of the fma games i think that's important

[spookberry]

Its october so I wanted to do some drawings of my Fall themed RH OCs

[flameleads]

and if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now [x]

[maepersonal]

I want to be important like a significant other :((((((

sick of this amatonormativity shit

[fulcrum-art-fox]

One of the things that’s so interesting and off putting about Sol’s little “I’m gonna talk and you’re going to listen” thing with Mae is that it has nothing to do with what she wants or needs and everything to do with what he wants and needs. Like, he claims to care for her, but he’s been consumed by guilt for whatever happened for sixteen years and he desperately wants to get that weight off his chest and it’s that that’s his priority in this moment. It’s crushing him, this weight, and with every episode we’ve seen him get more heavy with it and more and more frantic and desperate as he comes to terms with the fact he’ll have to face the past, putting the lie to “I’ve made peace with what happened on Brendok” because he clearly hasn’t. And now he’s got Mae, the living representation and embodiment of everything he’s carrying, and he wants to offload. And while Mae is a loose cannon and he doesn’t trust her not to attack him, having her tied down also means she can’t lash out or physically interrupt him or leave. She can’t have any of the reactions she might be entitled to depending on what he’ll tell her. It doesn’t feel like a means to protect her or even himself while he gently explains the past in a way that will heal her, no, it has nothing to do with making her feel better anymore, it feels more like he’s snapped and he can’t carry this burden anymore and he will force her to listen if he has to if it’ll only get the crushing weight of what he did off his chest. And that’s. kinda dark

[bookishdaze]

Noah's Ark for Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes

You know how the story of Caesar is inspired by Moses? Freeing his people and taking them to the promised lands?

Well, to continue this trend of using events and figures from the Bible as inspiration, Noa from Kingdom is based on Noah. They're not subtle about it at all.

Our main ape is named Noa, he saves his people from a flood, and there's a very big boat in the background for good measure. In case it wasn't obvious enough!

However, I believe we are not done with the similarities to Noah from the Bible. The story of Caesar as Moses happened in both Rise and War, actually. So if the similarities to Noah will continue in this new trilogy...what will that look like? Time to speculate!

First things first...we need an Ark, right? What will that look like? For this post and speculation, I will use other movies for inspiration!

Note: I'm not saying these movies were purposefully based on Noah's Ark. This is mostly for ideas and inspiration.

I've thought of bunkers, planes, and boats.

Bunker as the Ark

Okay, this idea came to me after watching Greenland with Gerard Butler. In Greenland, we follow John who has to take his family to a bunker in Greenland because an asteroid is going to hit earth that will wipe out all life. I know a bunker is not a big method of transportation like a boat, but here's why it could fit!

The flood from the Bible was a world-ending event that wiped out everything, right? Well, bunkers are built to withstand world-ending events! Maybe there's a big danger like a virus or bomb that the apes will need to escape from by hunkering down in a bunker.

Even in Kingdom, the apes have to climb deep within the bunker/vault in order to save themselves from the flood. Maybe foreshadowing that a bunker will save them from another "flood" event in the future?

In Greenland, the humans leave the bunker once the dust has settled after nine months of living underground. One of the first things they see are birds, a sign that there is still life on earth. This reminds me of how Noah used birds to see if the waters from the flood had receded enough for it to be safe to leave the Ark. This also makes me think of how Noa's clan raises eagles...

The POTA franchise has always used bunkers in in its story, all the way back to the originals with the mutants from Beneath the Planet of the Apes that lived underground.

Aircraft as an Ark

Some movies/shows that come to mind that use aircraft, planes, and even spaceships as an Ark are Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, Thor Ragnarok, and The Handmaid's Tale.

In GotG Vol. 3, the movie ends with a bunch of animals escaping an exploding spaceship by getting on Knowhere, a spaceship/planet. This reminds me of how Noah had two of each animal on the Ark.

In Thor Ragnarok, Thor gets the people of Asgard on a spaceship in order to escape the destruction of their home world, Asgard.

In season 3 of The Handmaid's Tale, June and other rebels create a plan to get a bunch of children out of Gilead by having them escape on an airplane.

Even before this, when June learns how many others agreed to help, she jokingly replies, "We're gonna need a bigger boat."

I did create this post earlier this year where I discuss how Kingdom could be foreshadowing Noa taking flight in an aircraft. Where would the apes get a plane? Where would they go? And if it's a plane, what would they be escaping? The humans? Maybe it's both apes and humans escaping something? Other humans? A bomb? A virus? A natural disaster?

Boat as an Ark

This one is very on the nose, lol. I don't have other movies as examples for this one, but the story of Noah uses a literal boat, so I don't think I need to find other examples to prove this as a possibility. I personally don't think it would be a boat, but it could be another neat way to show how apes are advancing. And considering how apes die by drowning a lot in Kingdom, and how other movies like the 2001 POTA shows apes being afraid of water, apes getting on a boat could be a neat way to show how they're no longer afraid of the water?

Soooo that's all I got. A bunker is the one that makes the most sense. I also really like the idea of planes and apes advancing enough to understand flight. Boats I'm not very confident on, but I'm open to all possibilities. Feel free to share your thoughts and ideas!

[henrycangelbaby]

hear me out: fred hechinger x writer! reader where he’s starring in a film reader wrote and he totally falls for her or something like that :3

He had hoped and prayed that she would be here tonight; he wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he would have to thank God at some point for putting him in the same room as the most stunning woman he had ever seen.

Or

Fred happens upon love at first sight.

Fred has a staring problem; the problem being that he shouldn’t be staring. He was raised better than that, but sometimes life throws something at you, and you can’t help but look. In this instance, that something was a person, in fact a woman, a beautiful, glowing woman who was contractually obligated to be on this set.  

Fred is admittedly not as engaged with filmmaking as he would like to be; perhaps if things were different, he would be, but frankly, his schedule is already somewhat packed, and his pay check, while generous, does not extend to getting to know all of the staff that work behind the scenes. That is just a silly suggestion. Until it isn’t.

Fred’s an optimist and maybe considering current circumstances a hopeless romantic as well. Y/N, he is told her name is the breath-taking woman whom he had seemingly fallen in love with at first sight. She had walked past him once and he had felt the need to do a double take, turning back around to catch a glimpse of her hair walking away from him. She was a writer he had found out after a bit of subtle snooping, casually dropping the question into a conversation with one of the PAs.

They don’t tell him much else, just her name, her reason for being on set (that she wrote the whole film that he is starring in, god damn it), and that she is here for some scene tweaks. It’s not much to go off, and unfortunately for Fred, none of his scenes end up needing to be changed. The day just seems to be bringing him regrets; why couldn’t his character be the one to need changes? Should he have performed worse to get said changes? Why hadn’t he engaged with the artistic process more? It’s such a silly thought that he would never dare to verbalize it; of course, he had never talked to any of the writers on his jobs before; he hadn’t had any reason to. 

But now as he peers over at an unassuming (unknowing of his existence) Y/N, he thinks that if all writers look like her, he may start investigating some of the work that happens off set as well. 

He doesn’t see her after that day; without a chance to even introduce himself, she disappears off set, likely to never be seen again. It’s not a writer's role to be on set, he reminds himself; this was all silly, and he should forget about it. And he does. 

Until the wrap party, it’s the usual suspects at the wrap parties: actors, directors, and producers, among all the other (and rather forgotten) staff that helped create movie magic. 

He chats amicably with people, laughing over silly stories and shared experiences, but his mind is elsewhere. Y/N was going to be here tonight; in fact, she was here, standing across the room from him, laughing about something with one of the producers. He had hoped and prayed that she would be here tonight; he wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he would have to thank God at some point for putting him in the same room as the most stunning woman he had ever seen.

He never had any trouble talking to people; in fact, he would consider himself somewhat of a social butterfly, his happy, cheesy smile a visualization of his feelings, happy and glad to be around, willing to have a chat with anyone. But now faced with the biggest threat of all (an unreasonably pretty woman), he finds himself at a loss; what would he even say? ‘Hey, thanks for literally writing the movie I just starred in. You actually just gave me a job, so that’s cool. By the way, you are so beautiful I’m pretty sure I turned religious for a night so I could pray that we would end up at this party together, hahaha.’.

Eventually, the forced proximity he had all but prayed for pays off. He turns around from a conversation to a tap on the shoulder; he has to stop his mouth from falling open when he turns around to see Y/N smiling at him gently. The producer he had seen her talking to earlier spoke quickly. 

“Fred!” He exclaimed, “Wanted you to meet Y/N; she was our writer for this.” He offered pushing Y/N towards Fred with zero explanation for the introduction. 

Fred should feel guilty about abandoning the conversation he was just having, but he doesn’t; instead, he smiles at her brightly, putting his hand out for her to shake. 

“It's lovely to meet you,” he says kindly. “Your talent is incredible; we wouldn’t be here without it,” he jokes. 

He’s relieved when she laughs, beaming at him, her cheeks warming slightly. 

“Thanks so much; likewise, of course,” she responds. 

There’s a beat of silence that follows; neither of them looks uncomfortable, nor do they have something to say. 

“I’m terribly sorry if this is a little forward, but I just wanted to congratulate you; I’m actually a big fan of yours,” she spoke bashfully, getting quieter towards the end as her face heated up. 

If Fred were any lesser man, he probably would get down on one knee in this very second, but that would be rather abrupt and impolite, and his mother raised him better than that, so instead he smiles widely, grinning at her with every bit of elation he feels. 

“Thank you so much, lovely. I would return the favor, but I think it goes without saying that none of us would be here without you,” he says. 

She giggles, and the sound makes his heart do another leap; at this rate, she was going to send him to an early grave with a heart attack. Their bubble is broken when someone calls her name, pulling her attention away from him; he finds he misses it the second it’s gone. 

“I’ve got to go, but it was so lovely to meet you, Fred.” Y/N says her ever-bright smile persisting as she turns away. Fred mutters under his breath for a moment, Lovely, he thinks. She is lovely. 

“Wait,” he says, quickly rushing behind her; she turns around, eyebrows creasing together in confusion.

”Wait, I'm sorry, I just..." Fred starts unsure of where he really wanted the conversation to go. 

“Um,” he tries again. “Could I take you out sometime? Wherever you want, I promise.” He says firmly, finally digging his heels into the conversation. 

Y/N smiles at him wholeheartedly, the excitement of the situation brimming into her eyes. 

“Yeah, I would love that,” she starts. 

“Here I’ll put my number in your phone.” He hands it over gladly, gleaming with the brief moment of contact.

She types her number in quickly, leaving a pink heart at the end of her name. 

“I’ll text you, I swear,” Fred promises. 

She smiles widely, touching his hand gently. 

“I’ll be waiting for it,” she says back, turning to leave with one last wave over her shoulder.

His cheeks betray with the red that warms them.

He follows through; of course he was going to, but he has to hold himself back from texting her the second that she disappears. The next morning he is more than grateful to see a notification with a pink heart in the name pop up on his phone; he thinks he must have died and gone to heaven when she finishes off her texts with an exclamation mark and multiple x kisses. Fred isn't being dramatic when he thinks that this might actually be the first day of the rest of his life.

Thank you to the anon who requested this, this is kinda ass but don’t let that stop you from requesting my day is instantly better when I see messages in my inbox!!!!! Much love gang!

[nitanael]

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes / Daylight by David Kushner / Edgar Allan Po

[diamantdog]

Today, I woke up to Amandla's IG Stories. I wallowed in misery for some time (while thinking, "Damn, Manny Jacinto was right. Amandla is so intelligent, and I would also sound so dumb if I ever got the chance to speak with them" lol), but then! I became more motivated to continue the fight!

The online petition is still going on!

Go to https://help.disneyplus.com and under "Feedback" and "Request a Movie or Show", write "The Acolyte Season 2"

Write a letter here

Write an email to publicrelations@lucasfilm.com

Call Lucasfilm (415) 623-1000‬ This last one may be hard for people outside the US and also for people with phone call phobia/anxiety. Please refer to this tweet below to join the thing and find support.

[withdenim]

[megaultrasuperhypergodkiller]

Gamefreak has been writing legendary Pokémon phenomenally lately, Pokémon like Calyrex and Ogerpon truly feel like friends and companions, like I've not seen a single person ever dislike those two because the game makes them so likable and gives them so much personality and really makes you bond with them so it's genuinely a treat when you get to catch them! And it doesn't feel as impersonal as "Oh let me catch this all powerful god so it doesn't destroy the region." I think it really exemplifies the fact Pokémon are FRIENDS, and Ogerpon and Koraidon/Miraidon also prove that Calyrex didn't work just because it could talk, they all work because how they're woven into the narrative and the protagonist by extension. So catching them (or being able to use them in battle with the SV box legends) feels like proof of your bond with said Pokémon.

[morbific-or-felicific]

-AGNOSTHESIA PART 3 Featuring Scaramouche’s

Part 1 Part2

Meaning: The state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behaviour, as if you were some other person

Word Count: 2.6k~

Description: After you almost fail your midterm Scaramouche decides to punish you

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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You were in the library, sitting across the table from your boyfriend. You could feel his eyes on you while you read through the notes he had helped you make. The two of you had a midterm in half an hour, and you were hoping to at least get a seventy five…however out of reach that may be.

“You know, if you don’t know the material by now, you aren’t going to magically learn it in the next thirty minutes.”

You let out a sigh and met your boyfriend's gaze.

“Are you going to let me stop studying then?”

“Do you really think you can afford to stop? You do know how stupid you are, right?”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes and returned your focus to your notes.

As you studied, Scaramouche lazily scrolled through his phone, texting and watching videos. It frustrated you to no end to know that, despite his lack of effort, he would no doubt earn the highest mark in the class. Meanwhile, you* were working as hard as you possibly could while still running the risk of failing, with Scaramouche’s ominous threat of ‘punishment’ hanging over your head.

You barely noticed when Scaramouche started gathering his things to head to class, having to have him snap his fingers in front of your face to break your focus. Finally, you gathered your notes, and the two of you made your way to class.

~ ♡ ~

Although you swore you had only spent twenty minutes writing the test, you supposed the full hour and a half must have passed since everyone who was still writing was instructed to hand in their tests. You had managed to finish just in time, but you weren’t feeling very good about how you had done.

You made your way out of the classroom to where your boyfriend had been waiting for you, laying across a few chairs he had somehow come into possession of. As you got closer to him, he looked up from his phone and stood up. He was happy to see you but also rather concerned about how upset you looked.

“How did it go?”

He spoke with uncharacteristic softness and concern.

“I don’t think it went very well…”

You felt rather hopeless about the whole situation and had already resigned yourself to failure.

“Come on, with how hard you’ve worked? I’m sure that you did just fine.”

You didn’t respond, choosing to instead stare dejectedly at the floor. Scaramouche offered a soft smile.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. We can go get food and watch a movie.”

You stayed silent for a moment, thinking over the proposal.

“That actually sounds really nice.”

“Come on then.”

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to his car.

~ ♡ ~

It had been exactly nineteen days since you had taken your midterm, and you had finally been emailed the results. You sat at your computer staring at the unopened email. You knew that you had probably failed, but you didn’t want to know that you had actually failed. You took a deep breath, did your best to relax your body, and opened the email. You scanned through the words and eventually found your results. You had passed. You swore you had never felt so relieved in your life. Granted, you had only gotten a 58, but that was more than enough for you. You wiped away a few tears of relief and flopped back in your chair. You took out your phone and called your boyfriend.

“Hello-”

“I passed.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes!”

“Well that’s no surprise. You have me as your tutor, afterall.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face. Although he was clearly trying to hide it, pride was evident in his voice.

“Thank you, baby.”

You heard Scaramouche let out a little puff of air from his nose.

“Wanna come over so we can celebrate?”

“I guess I can.”

“Did you pass?”

“Is that even a question?”

“Well congratulations, you are the reason everyone hates being marked on a curve.”

You actually heard your boyfriend laugh at that.

“It’s not my fault you’re all inept.”

“Are you coming or not?”

There was a brief silence.

“I’ll bring food.”

“See you at 5:00?”

“Alright, love you.”

And with that, he hung up. You sighed and sent an “I love you too” text.

You spent the rest of your day doing some chores and some reading, and eventually, Scaramouche was knocking on your door. He brought an obscene amount of sushi, and somehow, the two of you managed to eat all of it.

It was a nice evening. Scaramouche was in a surprisingly good mood(he wouldn’t admit it, but he was quite pleased that you had managed to pass your midterm), and there wasn’t anything left to stress about.

The two of you sat on your couch, scrolling through streaming services. You were nestled under your boyfriend’s arm as he navigated to netflix and started scrolling through movies.

“So what movie do you want to watch?”

“Pride and-”

“No.”

“But you said I could pick!”

“Only if you pick a good movie.”

“You haven’t even seen it!”

“Too bad. I’m picking now.”

You sighed but didn’t really protest. You usually ended up liking whatever movies he chose anyway. This time, however, you had gotten somewhat bored about halfway through “Inception” and decided to grab your phone to scroll through whatever app seemed interesting.

“You know, if you’re bored, we can do something else.”

The prospect of doing something different admittedly interested you, so you decided to go along with it.

“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

A small smile made its way onto Scaramouche’s face as he stood up, turning off the tv and reaching out his hand to you. You took it and followed him to your bedroom. You certainly weren’t going to complain if he wanted to reward you for passing. As you stood at the end of your bed, he stood away from you, leaning against the now closed door.

“Take off your clothes.”

You blushed, slightly embarrassed by how blunt he was but did as you were told anyway. You began to pull your shirt over your head when he stopped you.

“No. Slowly.”

You looked away from him, even more embarrassed now, and started slowly sliding your hands up your sides, bunching up your shirt as you brought it farther up your body. You pulled it over your head and tossed it onto the ground beside you. Next, you undid the button on your pants and slid the zipper down, but before you could begin to slide them down your legs, you were stopped once again by yet another command.

“Turn around.”

You silently obeyed and turned to face away from him as you slid your pants off, bending at the waist, knowing exactly what your boyfriend wanted from you. When you finally kicked off your pants, you turned back around to face Scaramouche. He had a little smirk resting on his face, and you could now see a bulge beginning to make itself known in his pants. Despite the number of times the two of you had fucked, you were still embarrassed to be almost naked in front of him.

“Why are you stopping?”

Your blush darkened as you reached behind you to undo your bra, letting it fall to the ground and then turning around once again to slide off your panties. Scaramouche bit his lip as he watched you. Fuck, you were so good for him. It’s too bad he had to punish you for almost failing your midterm, not that you were aware of that yet.

You turned around once again to face your boyfriend, and he began to move towards your closet, where he kept a few things for situations such as these. You were a little confused as to why he would want to use any of those things when he was rewarding you, but you didn’t question him. You fully trusted Scaramouche and knew he would never hurt you… well, unless you wanted him to. You continued not to question him when he brought out a coil of rope and told you to get on your hands and knees on the bed.

Although, you were still confused. He knows that you like being able to touch him, so why would he be using rope? You finally decided to question his actions when he had finished tying you up, a bad choice on your part. He had just finished the last knot when you piped up.

“Uh, why are you tying me up?”

“Because stupid little whores don’t get to touch me.”

Okay, now you were very confused.

“But I thought-”

“Dumb girls who almost fail their exams don’t get rewarded.”

His words would hurt if you didn’t know how proud of you he was.

“But-”

You felt his hand land hard and heavy on your ass, and your words morphed into a little shout of pain. You tried to wiggle away from him, but with your calves tied to your thighs and your hands tied behind your back, you couldn’t move an inch. You felt his hand land again on the other side of your ass as he reiterated his point.

“Don’t you think brainless sluts should get punished? I’m sure it’ll help get some sense into that empty head of yours.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. You heard him step away, and with you unable to move, you had no idea what was coming next. As his footsteps came closer again, you felt a finger run along your slit.

“You’re so wet already, pathetic.”

Your cheeks were burning. As he began to play with your clit, you started to let out little moans and whines. Fuck, he was good at that. You could hear how wet you were, his fingers starting to push in and out of you rhythmically. If he kept going, you were going to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It felt so good. It felt like he was turning off your brain. All you wanted was for him to make you cum, and maybe for his cock to be inside of you. That would be nice too.

“Fuck, master, I’m going to cum!”

As soon as those words left your mouth, his fingers had been removed from you.

“No! Please! I need it! Please, let me cum!”

You were so close. You needed it so bad. Scaramouche knew that, and frankly, he couldn’t care less. Stupid girls don’t get to cum.

He teased you like this for at least half an hour, although it felt like an eternity. He kept bringing you to the edge just to steal away your end with a derisive laugh.

“Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound?”

You let out a particularly pathetic whine.

“‘Oh, master, please let me cum! I’ll be a good girl, please!’. You’d be worthless if you didn’t feel so good on my cock.”

Warm tears slid down your face, but you could feel yourself get wetter at his words. Scaramouche walked around the bed so he could take your face in his hands.

“Fuck, you look pretty when you cry.”

More tears ran down your face, despite the warmth you felt from his words.

“I should just keep you tied up so you can cry for me and be a good little fleshlight. That sounds nice, right, slut?”

You nodded, not quite sure how to respond. He laughed and walked back behind you. You tried to wiggle away, but you were still helplessly at his mercy.

You heard the clicking sounds of him taking off his belt, and you felt adrenaline shoot through your body. Finally, you were going to feel his cock inside of you.

However, your hopes were quickly dashed when you felt the harsh sting of a belt hit your ass. You screamed. Scaramouche laughed.

“You like that, don’t you, princess?”

You cried louder now, the sound only serving to make your boyfriend more turned on. Once again, you felt his belt come into harsh contact with your ass.

“Count.”

You let out a little shout of pain as another hit came.

“One!”

Your counting was followed by a whimper of pain and a light laugh from Scaramouche. Then the belt came down again.

“Two!”

You whimpered in pain, and your fists clenched behind your back, your nails digging into your palms. You didn’t know how long this would continue for, but you were ready to take whatever he chose to give you, as you always did.

Three more hits came from his belt, each one followed by a shot of pain and a number.

“Five!”

You readied yourself for another hit, but it never came. You jumped when you felt him gently rest his hand between your shoulders, slowly tracing his way down to your waist. Suddenly, he removed his hand, and you could hear him stepping away. He came to sit on the bed in front of you. He rested a hand on your cheek once again and leaned into you.

“Do you want to cum? Hmm?”

He smiled at you mockingly. You nodded emphatically.

“Please! I need to cum, master! Need it so bad!”

He couldn’t help but snicker at how pathetic you sounded.

“Well, if you want it so bad, then okay. I’ll make you cum, sweetheart.”

Fuck. If he’s saying yes, there has to be a catch… unless… was he done punishing you? You quickly got your answer when your boyfriend stood and walked back to where you couldn’t see him.

You heard him fiddling with something, and after a few moments, you felt something cold and plastic run up your slit a few times, collecting your wetness before finally pushing inside of you.

You knew what was coming, but you couldn’t stop the whine that you let out when the dildo started vibrating intensely. You started whining and moaning, not being prepared for the pleasure. Scaramouche walked in front of you once again, this time with a ballgag in hand. He pushed it inside of your mouth and tied it behind your head.

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”

And with that, you could hear your boyfriend walk out of the room and close the door, his light laughter trailing behind him. You tried to call out to your boyfriend, but everything came out garbled between broken moans. He wouldn’t leave you tied up for too long… right?

~ ♡ ~

You had no idea how long you had been left tied up like this, and you had lost count of how many times you had come. All that you knew was that you were exhausted. Finally, you heard footsteps approaching, and the door clicked open. He was back. Without saying a word, he turned off the vibrations and gently pulled out the toy. He walked around to sit in front of you and untied the gag, removing it from your mouth.

“Did you learn your lesson, princess?”

He smiled as if he were talking to a child. You nodded your head.

“Mhm!”

“Good girl.”

He stroked his thumb on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch. He started to untie you, going through all the knots until you were finally free. You stretched your sore limbs as Scaramouche left the room in search of a warm cloth.

Eventually, he reappeared with a warm cloth and an extra blanket. He cleaned you up and wrapped you in the soft blanket before carrying you back to the couch so the two of you could finish the movie.

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[anthony-crowleys]

POV: you're thinking about all the lost potential that The Acolyte had

[milkroses97]

“D-Do you think Boey will like it?”

Bridal Mae because FEH is too scared of peak so I have to do it myself