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[maklovesstars]

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[thejudeduarte]

!Reckless spoilers!

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NOT THE THUMB KISS, I adore how this is something that literally none of us really pondered on in powerless but it has so much meaning now after finishing reckless!!😭

[mayas-reviews]

Surprise! Powerless review. This book sucks. I knew it was going to be bad, but holy shit...

And don't worry. I am working on the Amygdala review. I'm currently reading through the book again, taking extensive notes along the way. It's going to be two parts, both pretty long- probably the longest posts I ever write. So it's taking me a bit. The book is miserable and I hate it, so I'm reading other things to keep myself sane. Stay tuned!

Edit: Do know that once the redux review for Amygdala is done, I will be delisting my old review. It will still be on the site, but not on the homepage. To find it, you’ll have to either use a link or search it via my site’s search bar. It’ll be woefully outdated by the time the new and improved review is out. The redux review is going deep into every facet of The August Few. It’s no longer just an addendum. It’s a whole new thing. So yeah, it’s gonna take a while.

[cuteteacakes]

Ooooo I'm glad I got home when I did, it is WIMDY and RAIMDY

[luvsupa]

YOURE IN LOVE WITH PRINCE GOJO?

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), bully!gojo, love (ish)-hate relationship, gojos so confusing, ANGST, royalty, lots of tension, smut-ish (intense kissing), family dinner ruined, ayana is a bully, reader cries, soft gojo at the end. mdni.

w.c: 3.5k (woa)

a/n: thank you all so much for almost hitting 100 followers! tytyty for all the support too ! 🩵

read part 1 here! + likes and reblogs are very appreciative 🩵

part 3 here!

for the rest of the night, gojo zoned out of every conversation as you occupied his mind. he couldn’t find the will to enjoy the event, your words haunting him relentlessly. i'll see you inside, prince gojo. 

he had dreaded this feeling since childhood, after overhearing that fateful conversation between your families. gojo had always masked his emotions, distracting himself from the pain by giving you the cold shoulder. but in reality, he was desperate to be near you.

“ruru? are you unwell? you don’t look so good,” ayana asked, her voice tinged with concern, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“i am well, just nervous about the big crowd,” gojo lied, his voice strained as he fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. “enough of worrying,” he added, scanning the room, only to find his mother and yours conspicuously absent. shit, he thought, his anxiety mounting. 

“baby, i’ll be right back. i think i’m missing a family discussion,” gojo said, pecking her on the lips before rushing out of the ballroom, his heart pounding in his chest.

gojo's heavy footsteps echoed ominously down the long hallway, his urgency concerning, causing guards and servants to glance at him. he burst through the double doors of the drawing room, startling his and your mother, who were sitting opposite each other on blue velvet couches.

“'toru! you should be with the others,” his mother said, her eyes scanning him for any signs of distress.

“what were you just discussing?” he demanded, his voice barely controlled, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. the two women exchanged uneasy glances, sensing his agitation.

“dearest, this conversation is really between me and your mother,” your mother said, trying to calm gojo as his glare grew more intense, his jaw tightening.

“then include me,” he said, stepping closer, his presence menacing. “you are in my estate, a guest in my home. you will include me in this conversation, or you will leave immediately,” he commanded, his voice dripping with authority, as if speaking to a mere commoner.

“satoru!” the queen exclaimed, standing abruptly, shocked by his audacity.

“very well. we have found a nobleman worthy enough to marry my daughter. we were discussing when they should meet,” your mother revealed, her voice steady but cautious.

his heart sank at her words. “that's why you all came as a family? to marry her off? all the times you visited were simply to find her someone to wed?” his voice rose, trembling with barely suppressed rage as he pieced together the painful puzzle. his mother scolded him for his behavior, but he continued, “I do not approve.”

“satoru, no disrespect, but you have no say in this! she has already reached adulthood; being married is a priority!” your mother said calmly, her words striking him like a physical blow. gojo stormed out of the room, the same despair from his youth crashing over him. the memory of overhearing your parents arranging your marriage had tormented him for years, but now, knowing the deal was sealed, the helplessness was unbearable.

he stormed off in the opposite direction from the ballroom, his steps quickening as he ascended the stairs to where the bedrooms were located. breathless, he found himself standing at your door, hand mid-air about to knock. his heart ached, praying you would open the door and tell him you weren’t going through with the marriage.

gojo clenched his fist, lowering it to his side, his fingers twitching with frustration, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over him.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

“good morning, dear. did you sleep well?” gojo’s mother asked as he entered the breakfast room, ignoring her greeting. your mother and the queen were seated at the end of the table, with you sitting across from ayana. the empty chair beside her was likely where gojo would sit. 

his breakfast was already plated, and he made his way to the chair beside ayana, who looked excited to see him. the room was filled with an almost unbearable silence, broken only by the scraping of forks and knives against plates.

“the ball was very beautiful, mrs. gojo,” you said, attempting to break the tension. “I had forgotten how much I enjoy attending your events.” you smiled warmly at the queen, feeling gojo’s eyes on you.

“ah, thank you, dear. It’s nice to know someone enjoyed it more than others,” she replied, her words carrying an edge you couldn’t quite grasp.

“I also enjoyed it, mrs. gojo!” ayana chimed in, trying to outdo you. “I especially loved the orchestra and ruru’s welcome speech,” she continued, wrapping her arm possessively around gojo’s. the queen thanked ayana for her kind words, but the tension in the room still remained.

“I have to ask, where have father and the king gone? I’ve barely seen them around the estate,” you said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. the queen immediately made eye contact with your mother, and gojo seemed to catch on.

“they are discussing an important upcoming event with other parties,” your mother said, her voice tight.

“what event?” gojo quickly intervened, his tone demanding, drawing all eyes to him.

“a royal event,” the queen said through gritted teeth, clearly trying to keep her composure.

“hmm, a royal event for whom? If her father is part of the discussion, she should also be aware, right, mother?” gojo challenged, taking a bite of his food. the room felt like it was shrinking, the awkwardness growing. You felt completely out of place. what is his problem?

“satoru, you are asking too many questions for your own good! It’s too early to be this curious,” the queen snapped, her voice unusually harsh. you were shocked; she hadn’t addressed gojo with the usual nickname ‘toru. had they gotten into an argument? 

you glanced around the room, noticing ayana poking at her food, clearly uncomfortable. the silence that followed was excruciating, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

with that, gojo stood up abruptly and left the room, his shoes clacking loudly against the hardwood floor, leaving all the women in stunned silence to finish their breakfast.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

time has passed since the awkward breakfast you had in the morning, and you wish you hadn’t brought up your concerns about your father’s whereabouts. you had no intention of causing any arguments, and rethinking what had happened makes you cringe. sitting in the drawing room, writing in your journal is the only thing that gives you peace. 

just as you start to enjoy your silence, you hear laughter and footsteps approaching the doors to your quiet space. damnit. the double doors open, revealing gojo and ayana giggling together, her arm wrapped around his.

“oh! we didn’t think anyone was in here..” ayana says in a fake tone. you stare at them in utter annoyance, feeling like you can’t find any time alone. “you wouldn’t mind if we joined you! you look pretty lonely here,” she says, walking closer to the royal blue couches. you close your journal as they make themselves comfortable.

“what are you writing in there? ways you can seduce me?” gojo says, walking closer to you. you stare at him in shock from the wild accusation, made worse by ayana’s obnoxious laugh as if it were the funniest joke. catching you off guard, ayana snatches your journal from your hand, your reflexes too late to stop her. she hands it to gojo for him to read. 

“ruru, maybe you can find another confession of her undying love for you,” she says. you attempt to grab your journal back, but gojo holds it above your head. fuck!

you’re practically chasing the two of them around the room as he flips through pages, looking for something to embarrass you. you repeatedly ask for it back. “ooo, this is interesting, titled, ‘forbidden love,’” gojo says as they both burst out in laughter. he begins to read your personal words. you quickly reach up, grabbing one end of the book as he grips the other. 

“let go, prince gojo,” you warn. he fake pouts, “we’re not on a first-name basis? alright, my lady,” he taunts, your blood boiling in anger.

without thinking, you raise your hand and slap him hard across the face. ouch!

the laughter comes to a complete stop as he stares at you in shock, releasing his grip on your book, causing you to grab it back- hold it tightly against your chest. “you bitch! how dare you slap the prince!” ayana exclaims, attempting to claw at you, but gojo holds her back, his cheek turning red from the slap.

“I don’t know what sick and evil games you like to play, but I will not be the one you two toy with,” you declare, your voice steady despite the anger coursing through you. with a firm grip on your belongings, you turn on your heel and stride towards the door, making your way to another quiet place.

—-

your entire stay at the gojo estate feels like a horror house. day by day, you are taunted by both gojo and ayana, their relentless torment threatening to break you.

just after your altercation in the drawing room, you receive a letter informing you there will be a family dinner, with the king and your father in attendance. as you prepare, making sure your gown is perfect in the mirror, you hear a quiet knock at your door. expecting your mother, you open it to find gojo standing there.

“look who decided to finally show some effort,” he drawls, eyes scanning your attire. “trying to impress someone?”

your irritation flares, cheeks flushing with annoyance. “what do you want, gojo? here to read more of my journal?” he straightens up, entering your room without invitation.

“mmh, as much as i would love to, your mother sent me. apparently, you need some jewelry your father gave you,” he remarks, amusement dancing in his eyes. “or maybe she thought you’d need help with getting dressed.”

you cross your arms, defiant. “i don’t need your help with anything.” he smirks, stepping closer. “such a shame, but i’m here. why not make use of me?” your heart races as you snatch the jewelry box from his hands. before you can open it, his grip tightens on your wrist, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “now, now,” he murmurs, “let me.”

you attempt to pull away, but he holds firm. “i can manage on my own,” you grit out. ignoring your protest, he takes the box from you entirely. 

“turn around,” he commands softly. you comply, facing the mirror. he steps closer, his breath ghosting over your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you’re watching his every move as he delicately removes the necklace from its case, the glint of jewels catching the light.

“hold still,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. you obey, your breath catching in your throat as his presence is overwhelming. he drapes the necklace around your neck, his touch gentle yet electrifying.

as he fastens the clasp, his fingers linger on your skin, sending a rush of heat through your veins. you feel him staring at you through the mirror, intense and probing, as if daring you to resist him. through the reflection in the mirror, you meet his eyes, a silent battle of wills passing between you.

“there,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “perfect.”

the air crackles with tension as neither of you moves, locked in a silent dance of desire and defiance. you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, his presence engulfing you entirely. every nerve in your body is on edge, anticipation coursing through your veins as you struggle to maintain your composure.

“you know,” he whispers, his voice a seductive murmur in your ear, “seeing you like this… so obedient for once. I wonder what else I can make you do.” his words send a jolt of heat straight to your core, igniting a fire within you that you struggle to contain.

before you can respond, you feel his lips press softly on the sensitive base of your neck, a soft caress that sends a wave of desire crashing over you. a gasp escapes your lips as you crave his touch.

you tilted your neck instinctively, inviting more of his attention, despite your attempts to maintain composure. a soft whimper escaped you, as he smirked against your skin. the room seemed to shrink around you, the tension between you and gojo intensified. every nerve of your body was on edge as you struggled to control your emotions.

in a bold move, your hand reaches back, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. and at that, he whines at the grip you had on his hair. as your intense gaze continues through the mirror and him kissing you, everything hits you. what are you doing? this is gojo- the man you hate, the one who invaded your privacy, the one who made your life miserable. with a sudden clarity, you pulled away, turning around and moving back to create a distance between you two as you look at his flushed cheeks.

“mm- you looked like you enjoyed yourself sweetheart, especially for someone who claims they hate me,” he teased. you scoff, trying to regain your composure. “this can never happen again.” you sternly say. he chuckled softly as he looks down at you, “you don’t seem too sure,” he taunts.

“you’re unbelievable,” you confront, making his brows rise in curiosity. “one day you torment me and make me feel like shit, and the next you want to kiss me!” you nearly shout. he stares into your eyes as you’re so desperately trying to find some answers for the way he acts.

“I’ll see you downstairs,” he says, ignoring your distress as he walks out of your room, making you even more mad and confused. what the hell is wrong with him today?

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make your way towards the dining room, your eyes catch sight of your father in the hallway, and quickly to catch up with him, giving him in a warm hug. “I've missed you, father! thank you for this beautiful necklace,” you express, gesturing towards the shimmering diamond pendant.

"dearest, while the necklace looks stunning on you, I'm afraid I did not gift it to you," your father gently remarks, his words sending a pang of confusion through you. If my father didn’t gift me the necklace, then does that mean—

“the food is being served,” gojo's interruption jolts you out of your thoughts as you slowly turn towards him. your father strides towards the doors leading into the dining room, leaving you standing there, trying to piece together the puzzle before you.

did gojo gift me the necklace and then falsely claim my father gave it to me? Is this part of some twisted game to kiss me? suddenly, a hand on your back startles you, and you jump, your mind racing with unanswered questions.

"apologies, honey, I didn’t mean to startle you. are you not joining us inside?" your mother's voice soothes your confusion.

"mother... did you send gojo to my room earlier with this necklace?" you slowly question, fingers grazing the shimmering diamond adorning your neck.

"no, dear. I was busy with my own preparations. but let's not keep everyone waiting. we should head inside; we might be running late," she responds, gently guiding you into the grand dining room. he gifted me the necklace.

you and your mother both enter the shiny dining hall, the sparkling ambiance surrounding everyone. your father and the king occupy seats at opposite ends, with their wives seated adjacent to them. you find yourself directly in front of the queen, with gojo and ayana beside, as always.

as the food is served to each of us individually, the room fills with the lively chatter of the adults. amidst the chatter, the queen’s voice breaks through as she calls your name, capturing the attention of everyone present.

“have you considered marriage now that you've reached adulthood?” she inquires, putting you in a delicate position as all eyes turn to you, much like last time.

“not recently. I find comfort in the fact that my friends aren't married either, so I see no rush,” you respond, hearing an awkward chuckle from your mother and seeing concerned glances from the king and queen. It's another awkward moment, just great.

“are you lonely because your fantasies with satoru were crushed when you were rejected?” ayana’s words slice through the air like a knife, her smirk dripping with venom. you choke on your food, the room falling into a stunned silence as all eyes fixate on you, hungry for answers.

“Is this true?” your mother’s voice cuts through the tension, her tone heavy with disappointment. mentally cursing ayana for thrusting you into this predicament over a mere childhood crush, you struggle to find your voice amidst the mounting pressure.

“mother, I-it was simply a childhood crush-“

“then what are these sinful fantasies you’ve written in your journal?” she interjects, her words igniting the already heated atmosphere. your throat tightens as you meet the shocked gazes of those around you, a lump forming as you grapple for an explanation.

“that’s— that’s not true, ayana,” you manage to utter. but just as the situation couldn’t worsen, Ayana brings up a fake torn page. from my journal? no. my pages do not look worn out.

In the midst of the chaos, gojo’s expression mirrors your shock, his eyes widening in concern as he looks at you, his usual confidence momentarily faltering.

"just look at the disgusting things she wrote about satoru, my partner... shame on her," ayana spits out with a mock pout, giving the forged paper into your mother's hands. why is she setting me up?

tears run down your cheeks, your heart pounding in your chest as your mother's eyes bore into you with utter disgust and disappointment.

"enough, ayana," gojo's deep voice says, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and concern as he watches the scene unravel. but ayana ignores his warning.

you're paralyzed by a whirlwind of emotions, fear and frustration gripping you as you struggle to defend yourself against the false accusations.

"honestly, it's disgraceful. a whore, if you ask me, but who am I to—"

"I said enough, ayana!" gojo's voice booms through the room, the force of his words sending shockwaves through your family dinner. with a clenched jaw, he slams his fist down on the table, the sound echoing in the silence as he rises abruptly, his chair crashing to the ground behind him.

"r-ruru? I was just—" ayana's voice trembles, but gojo's fury cuts through her excuse.

"get the fuck out!" He angrily yells, as tears are forming in her eyes as she ignores him, remaining seated.

with a frustrated tsk, gojo strides across the room, his steps purposeful as he harshly grabs your arm, pulling you away from the torment. shock courses through you, your humiliation fresh and raw in front of your family.

gojo's grip on your hand is tight as you numbly follow him, your mind clouded with pain and disbelief. silent sobs leave your body as he leads you away, his own heart heavy with guilt at seeing you broken, especially because of him.

eventually, you arrive at a grand double doors with gold initials, “G.S,” engraved into the white-painted wood. as the doors swing open, you step into his ginormous chamber.

he strides across the room, his steps echoing against the polished marble floors, before crouching down to scoop you up in his arms. with effortless strength, he carries you in a bridal embrace, placing you gently onto the comfort of his king-sized bed.

as you sink into the softness, drained and defeated, he lowers himself to meet your gaze, his hand tenderly caressing your tear-stained face.

“my baby,” he softly coos, his voice laced with concern as he gazes upon you in your current state, hating to see you so broken.

“‘toru,” you whisper the nickname he despises, not to make him upset, but he just smiles.

“I hate you,” you choke out between sobs, tears streaming down your face. yet, he wipes them away gently, nodding in silent understanding.

“why do you do this to me? why do you despise me so much?” your words are muffled as you struggle to formulate words.

he takes a deep breath, wanting to tell you everything, how he’s feeling- how The very idea of you being with another man feels like a dagger piercing his heart.

“I cannot tell you yet. but one day, I promise,” he whispers, cradling your face tenderly in his hands before pressing a gentle kiss to your trembling pout. 

“sleep here tonight. I’ll resolve everything,” he reassures you, his voice filled with determination and love.

you nod in understanding as he leaves you alone in his dimly lit room as your slowly doze off into slumber, hearing the chaos erupting downstairs.

part 3 here!

[goddess-of-frot]

Me and a friend have nothing better to do on a weekend night so we're drinking and watching TV. I'm not a lightweight but I've already had a bit, and she's a decent bit taller and bigger than me. I'm buzzed enough I don't notice her walk over to me on the couch and grab my chin to look at her. She tells me how obvious its been that I've been checking her out for a while, and if I really want a taste I should just have one. My eyes turn downwards, as they unzip their pants, and tell me to start licking. The mix of fear, excitement, and drink all have me dulled enough I don't even think about disobeying as I bury my head in their crotch.

I'm vaguely aware of hands and texture running around my neck as I feel a tug pull me off her, only to realize she'd put as collar on me. I stare at her both blankly and excitedly as she pulls my head up slightly and starts groping my chest through my shirt. After hearing a single pathetic moan, she looks up at me and smiles, and begins tearing my clothes off. First the pants and panties in one strong tug, my cock coming into full view. She kneels down and kisses it, and all I can do is cover my face in embarrassment. As she rises, she pulls my shirt up over my head, and pinches one of my nipples as she realizes I wasn't wearing a bra.

She starts pulling me by the leash forward and I slide off the couch onto the ground, crawling after her. She picks up something as she guides me forward. I feel being lifted up and put back down in her bathtub. A single tug up tells me to get on my knees. A curt 'open' is enough to tell me to open my mouth as she pours several shots into my mouth and has me swallow, the rest dripping down my chin and across my chest and body. By this point I'm clearly unable to function on my own, and she looks proud of it.

I'm barely present as she towels off my body, and caries me to what I realize is her bedroom. After a moment I feel her on top of me, unsure of when they undressed. I feel my legs pinned back as she presses up to me, lines up her cock with mine, and starts frotting. I'm too out of it to do more than moan but I'm acutely aware of how much bigger she is than me, and how small and pathetic I seem under her.

By the time we both cum my stomach is covered in us both, but she clearly still has such a hunger, and I'm in no position to deny her.

Current Fantasy: Getting made to get insanely drunk by a domme who I can trust to mistreat me in such a vulnerable state

[the-fiction-witch]

What Are You Doing Here? P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aeron Bracken Couple - Aeron X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Lyanna Blackwood Rating - Smut Word Count - 2216

Part One

Lyanna pulled back from his lips and began to make love bites down Aeron’s neck,

With every bite she left on his neck, Aeron let out a deep, needy groan, feeling the sensitive skin of his neck burning under the heat of her mouth, and the intensity of her love bites. Aeron swallowed thickly, his breath still coming out in little pants as he felt her continue to press her lips on his neck making love bites, gently lapping on the sensitive skin and making him shiver. His hold on her hair got even tighter, his hips unconsciously bucking up desperate for her attention, but All he could do was whine and whimper, his mind growing muddled as he completely began to lose himself in the sensations from her lips.

She smirked licking against each of the new love bites as her hands moved and tugged on the ties of his doublet,

He knew exactly what she was asking for, and he quickly and eagerly began to unbutton the ties on his chest, shrugging off the garment and pulling away the shirt underneath, leaving himself completely bare and exposed to her gaze.

She chuckled and nibbled his throat just under his Adam's apple, “Excited tonight Aeron?”

“So very excited Lyly,” He groans, He felt so vulnerable, so weak and wanton as he laid out beneath her, with her mouth, teeth and tongue marking up his skin, leaving behind marks of your love and her claim on him.

She slowly kissed lower from his throat down his sternum,

The sound of low and raspy gasps, filled with so much need and desire that it would make any man shiver. Every kiss, every little touch of her mouth on his bare skin only served to excite him further, until he was a trembling, desperate mess beneath her as he clutched onto her, his chest heaving in deep breaths. “You’re teasing me…” he panted breathlessly, his eyes fluttering,

"Maybe I am, you’re ever so much fun to play with Aeron. I can only imagine the endless torment you'll endure when we're married." She smirked between kisses slowly getting lower and lower, "Finally able to be together, We'll have to move into a chamber deeper in the castle, everyone will think I'm torturing you."

Aeron shuddered, already imagining all the torturous scenarios she’s planning to put him through once they were married.

He wanted to marry her so badly, no matter what business existed between their families he wanted to wed her, always the plan he would convince his uncle another marriage unity attempt with House Blackwood would be a good idea, just so he could marry Lyanna. And if he couldn’t the two would run away together and live as smallfolk in love.

His breath hitched as her continued to press your lips down his chest, getting lower and lower, he could feel the burning fire in his gut only growing more and more intense, like a blaze about to explode into a wildfire. “If that’s the case,” he panted out, “I don’t think I’ll be able to live through… our wedding night.”

she chuckled "oh I have a plan for our wedding night," she smirked as she reached his britches where she tugged at the ties with her teeth

Aeron swallowed and felt the breath leave him, his eyes widening at the sight of her tugging at the ties of his britches with her teeth. He was already so worked up and desperate, and yet he could only imagine the sinful things she was planning to do to him. A shaky groan escaped his lips as he watched her, his whole body practically vibrating with needy excitement and anticipation. “Gods…” he choked out, “please… I need you so badly right now lyly…”

"magic words?" She asked as she tugged off his britches,

Aeron whined as the cold air hit his bare skin, and he was left completely exposed and vulnerable in front of her. His already breathless figure shuddered from the feeling of her gaze on his cock, and he couldn’t help but shiver, already feeling so small and powerless beneath her. He swallowed before he managed to speak, his voice thick and raspy in his need. “Please… I’m begging… I need you so badly, I need you…now… please lyly”

"good boy," she cooed moving her hand to softly take his hard cock in hand gently and softly stroking his shaft,

Aeron gasped and let out a needy little whimper and a desperate whine, desperately bucking his hips into her hand. “Please… please don’t tease me…”

"awww my poor baby is so desperate today, what on earth has gotten you so riled up Aeron?" She cooed teasing him as he was already spurring pre which she toyed with rubbing against his head,

Aeron practically whined again his eyes nearly fluttering shut as he tried to calm himself down. “It’s you… her get me all riled up…” he panted out, “just look at you… sat on my lap, with… that beautiful face… your touch… your voice… you’ve made me lose my mind…”

"awww her poor thing, don't worry I'll take care of my baby" she cooed moving to pepper his shaft with tender kisses "But only special kisses to tie him over. Once we're married I'll take proper care of you"

Aeron could only nod his head frantically in response, his mind spinning as he felt her kiss down his length, his breaths coming out in heavy pants as the feeling of her lips caused his whole body to shudder. He wanted to say so much, to moan and to beg for more, but all he could manage to do was whine in return, his body practically tensing from the sensations. “Yes… seven Hells, yes… I just—I want you so badly, I need you…Lyanna Please!”

Lyanna smirked and took his shaft into her lips moving her head down taking all of him inside her mouth,

He couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath and the gasp that escaped his lips as he felt her mouth on him. He felt his breath catch in his throat and his vision go out of focus, his head spinning and eyes fluttering as he leaned back onto the bed, and clutched onto the sheets to keep himself from losing control and going feral. He could only let out a shaky moan in response, barely managing to form words. “Gods… please… that feels so good…” Aeron desperately tried to get a hold of himself, to keep some control over his body and mind and prevent himself from completely losing his mind, but it was a losing battle. Every movement of her mouth sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, and he found himself completely at her mercy, unable to do anything but lay there and let her have her way with him. All he could do was whine and moan, his voice catching in his throat and coming out as needy little gasps and pants. “Gods… don’t stop… please, don’t stop… I need you… I need her so badly…”

Lyanna moaned letting him hold her hair to guide her movement and speed,

With every moan she made on him, he could feel the fire in his gut only growing more and more, His breathing got heavier and frantic, coming out in heavy gasps every time she moved, and he could feel himself getting more and more desperate, the heat of his body only intensifying and growing more and more desperate for you. “Please… I’m getting so close… I need you so badly… please… Gods…” he whimpered, his voice breathless and shaky. His hands desperately clung onto the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto as he laid there, his entire figure trembling with need and tension as he felt himself getting so close to the edge. His breaths came out in frantic and erratic gasps, his mind completely consumed and spinning from how much she was working him up. He began to babble, letting out a series of needy, desperate pleas. “Please… I’m so close… I need you… I—”

Lyanna got faster and faster moving her head at the pace he held, as she worked her tongue tormenting him as her hands massaged his lower stomach to help guide him to his release

He let out a shaking moan, his whole body tensing and shuddering as he felt himself release, his orgasm hitting him like a wave of fire, and his mind completely going blank, his jaw hung loose as he bucked his hips and buried his seed in her mouth. “Uhhhhhhhhhhh- Ly- ly -Ly- Fuck… Lyly…”

For a few moments, he was completely unable to speak, his breaths coming out in heavy pants and gasps as he tried to get a hold of himself, his whole body felt like jelly as he tried to ground himself and recover from the haze of pleasure that had enveloped him.

Lyanna pulled back and wiped the corners of her mouth playfully licking her fingers "There happy boy?"

“Happy…?” he panted out, “I feel like my soul has left my body…”

she chuckled "I suppose in a way it sort of has, the souls of all your little lords and ladies" she teased sticking out her tongue,

Aeron let out a weak laugh in response, still completely breathless and spent, but he couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the comment. “Gods…” he breathed out, “You’ve completely destroyed me… I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week…”

"aww your too sweet to me, I'm pretty sure after our wedding night you won't be walking for a month"

Aeron swallowed at the thought, already imagining the torturous things her were going to do to him during the wedding night and the days afterwards. “Gods, I might not survive that…” he groaned out, “You’re going to torment me relentlessly…”

"oh I plan on it, I've already commissioned the blacksmith in Raventree to make some nice strong Chains" she teased

The thought of being at her mercy and being chained down and unable to do anything but take whatever punishment she gave him made him shiver, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in his stomach. He knew that she was only half-serious, but half-serious was still a lot coming from her. He shook his head weakly, his voice coming out hoarse and shaky as he responded. “You’re a menace, her know that?”

"I'm well aware" she cooed "but just imagine it's only a few more months right? and you won't have to settle for just special kisses anymore, of course, you can always have special kisses if you want them Aeron. but you'd be allowed here." She lifted her gown and briefly lets him see her completely bare cunt,

Aeron felt his mouth go dry the second she lifted the gown, his eyes widening in surprise before quickly growing dark with need and desire, the fire within him only growing more and more intense in that moment. His breaths came out in heavy pants as he stared at her like a starving man, his whole body getting hot with need. “Gods… I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait a few months…”

"well you have to" she cooed setting her dress back down

Aeron groaned again, practically throwing his head back against the bed as he let out a frustrated huff. he wanted her right now, more than anything. Every fiber of his body was screaming at him to just reach out and touch her, to feel her skin against his, to taste her and to feel her around him. “You’re torturing me…”

"maybe I am" she teased playfully rubbing his still stiff cock after all the attention she gave him "but I'm sure you'll torture me too when we're married Aeron '

he couldn’t help but let out a low, needy whine, his body trembling and tensing up “Ah… I-I will…” he panted out, “I’m going to be absolutely feral with you… once we’re married… you’re going to regret tormenting me like this…”

"Something tells me I won't regret it" she cooed moving to let him lay his back against her chest, his head against her chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

The feeling of her skin against his back as she pulled him against her made him shiver, and he let out a shaky sigh as he felt her hands begin to tease him once more. The feeling of her chest pressed against his back was both soothing and arousing at the same time, and it took all of his willpower not to just roll over and pounce on her. “Gods… why are her so insistent on driving me mad with desire…?”

"Because you’re so fun to torment my baby boy," she cooed grabbing his arms

Aeron felt his breath hitch as she suddenly grabbed his arms and tied them up with his belt, effectively restraining him and leaving him completely at her mercy. The feeling of being helpless and vulnerable sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn’t help but to let out a needy whine as he tried to move his arms, only to be met with resistance. “Gods… I’m completely helpless like this…” he panted out.

"yes you are, a handsome helpless little baby boy" she cooed as she stroked and toyed with him,  

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My thoughts on Jareth

If none of these thoughts or concepts are original or if they're canon elsewhere, then I'm unaware because I've never read any of the novelisations or comics etc. These thoughts are all based on over twenty years of loving this film; it raised me while I raised my younger siblings.

4.9k words, written during Labyrinth's 1 hour 41 minute runtime. Unedited.

Hesitant to post but doing it anyway because a friend read it last night and liked it enough to encourage me to post it.💖

I think a lot of who Jareth is, is contained within his music - “lost and lonely... no love injection... no one can blame you for walking away... don't tell me truth hurts, little girl, because it hurts like hell... that's underground.” - in this last one, he's telling her who he is and how his world works. He's lonely, the only one of his kind Underground, and in the end credit song it's rather heavily implied that his sister wished him away when they were children, and he begged for his daddy to come and get him, but he was never rescued and rather reluctantly was forced to become the King of the Goblins, somehow. Jareth knows the truth hurts, towards the end of the film he's hurting but he can't and won't stop it, because Sarah is his downfall and he knows it. He's doomed to shrivel up within her as a very strong childhood figure, lost and stagnant within her imagination, while Sarah will, at some point, grow up and thrive because of the lessons he taught her, the friends he gave her (or the creatures he put in her path, if you'd prefer to think of it like that) and his presence in her life. He was there for her when she was lost and lonely and wanting to escape from all of it. Jareth caught her as her world fell down, but when he fell... no one was there to catch him. He's doomed by his own narrative.

He watches her rehearse from the book he gave her in the park – he's getting to know her and who she is in the moments when no one's watching. A teenage girl who has had a traumatic time – the death of her mother/her parent's divorce and her father's remarriage (canon is shaky on whether her mother died or left to become a Hollywood actress and so her father remarried after their divorce, so I've included both possibilities for the sake of being thorough), the birth of a new sibling and the parentification that elder siblings get stuck with most of the time, – and is stuck in the uncomfortable stage of still being a child but not quite an adult. He's an owl while he watches her – suspicious in broad daylight but hidden; Sarah clearly thought nothing of it, and perhaps he was indulging her, giving her the audience and attention she craved, but also giving her and himself the company they both need - “lost and lonely”is repeated in the opening song; it's common ground they both share and is therefore a theme within the narrative. Jareth uses his music to speak, as do we all. Music binds love and humanity together, and Sarah's time in the park, her rehearsals, is clearly a more tangible deep dive into the world inside her mind – a world in which she is a heroine up against a villain who is as strong and powerful as she is, and an escape from her real life, which is always shattered by the chiming of the clock. Just like Cinderella, another fairy tale. This parallel with clocks, big white Cinderella ballroom dresses and reality shattering a fantasy, is evident also in the As The World Falls Down scene, in which Jareth's devastation is made clear. (More on this later!)

“But what no one knew, was that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and he had given her certain powers” - here's where my main theory starts. Jareth is doomed by the narrative – his own narrative – because it's been constructed by a teenage girl who doesn't know quite yet who she wants to be, and this narrative has been constructed because of the powers he gave her. Jareth doomed himself by falling in love with Sarah and he knows it, but he's powerless to resist because it's in the narrative that he can't. This ties into the “fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave” scene later on, because Jareth is simply declaring them as equals with that line. He already fears the power she has over him, as she has revoked his power over her (or, the power that his character in her story has over her), he already loves her, he already is her slave, and he is already scared of what she could do, because now Sarah has realised that, while she does have to grow up and be a better person, she still has the time for childhood, and that is what she chooses in her rejection of Jareth; she chooses her childhood, delaying adulthood for a few years more. She's only fifteen, so I can't say I disagree with her decision.

Instances in which Sarah could have been harmed but she was not, showing that Jareth never intended her any actual harm and was merely fulfilling his role:

Threw a 'snake' at her, which turned into a soft furry goblin the second it came into contact with her (role here: Sarah wanted to be like the heroine she reads about in Labyrinth, so Jareth gave her a villain to go up against. He said it himself, he only took Toby because she asked him to. Prior to this, the only involvement he had in her life was giving her the book. Otherwise, he was a content silent spectator of this fascinating human who lives with her head in the clouds.)

Sarah got the riddle at the door right and she would have been able to progress through the tunnel into a deeper part of the Labyrinth, but then she said - “I think I'm getting smarter.” (this is confidence and therefore went unpunished; the trap door didn't open) “this is a piece of cake” (this did get her punished, because there's a fine line between confidence and arrogance and she tipped over the edge, so for being arrogant, Jareth hindered her progress and sent her into an Oubliette where Hoggle was waiting for her because, again, Jareth does not want to harm her. He's not an actual villain. He's doing this because she's written him as HER villain and he's merely doing what she asked him to do. Again.Another lesson here; he humbled her immediately and played the role of a mentor/guardian). She could have been hurt when she fell through, but she wasn't. There were Helping Hands to guide her way down gently, and then Hoggle was ready and waiting to take her to another part of the Labyrinth. No harm came to her, even though it very easily could have; Jareth could have let her fall through unguided, with no help on the way down. But, he opened up the world beneath her, and then manipulated his own world to catch her fall, like he promises in the romantic song As The World Falls Down (more on this later). For the second time, he threatened but did not fully follow through.

The cleaners!!! Second time Sarah got arrogant – this time, she looked down before she said “it's a piece of cake” so she was lying about it, and you do not lie to fae! So, Jareth punished her with the cleaners. This was a little more high stakes in terms of harm, but at the end of the corridor is a readily marked part of the wall which is obviously cut out with a darker arch around the outside and weakened enough for a teenage girl to push against it just enough to knock it over right before the cleaners got there and then there's a ladder taking her to safety away from the tunnels???? There is no way that's accidental – everything in the Labyrinth which challenges Sarah is put there by Jareth, who can manipulate his heart (I think the Labyrinth is a metaphysical representation of his heart – more on this later) – or, his world – to his own wants. He humbled her yet again but also punished her for lying to him (to herself, technically, since this story is hers), and gave her a good scare in the process. Sometimes, we need a good dose of fear, and Sarah clearly wants adventure and some excitement in her life!

The Bog of Eternal Stench – What I find interesting here is that Jareth spoke presumably through one of his crystals to warn Hoggle against throwing away the poisoned peach in a god-like over-seeing manner – this was an overt intervention. But minutes before that, he did nothing to prevent Ludo, Sir Didymus and Hoggle all working together to save Sarah from falling into the Bog when the bridge broke. We know from that exchange with Hoggle and previous scenes that he watches Sarah's progress and he manipulates his world/heart at will to hinder/help her, but in this particular moment when she is actually in danger, and not through his or anyone else's fault, Jareth does nothing to prevent his subjects from helping her. Therefore, he never intends to harm her, and I fully believe that if Ludo hadn't been successful in summoning up the rocks to save Sarah, that a barn owl would have swooped in out of nowhere and stopped her from getting hurt/falling into the Bog. There's a strong branch right above where she falls, and there are enough rocks in the Bog to get Sarah to safety. The world of the Labyrinth is built for Sarah because she's at the core of everything Jareth does and stands for. She has to get to the centre of the Labyrinth because the castle represents the core of Jareth's heart. Why else would he be so proactive the closer she gets, with the threats of danger becoming more real and yet she narrowly avoids harm every time? Jareth's mischief is just enough to scare but never enough to hurt Sarah. This over-seeing intervention in times of danger also happens when she jumps in the Escher room – Jareth gentles her descent so she lands delicately on her feet before he steps out through an alcove, implying that he was watching her and intervened when he needed to so that she wasn't hurt. It's no coincidence that all of her friends are able to help Sarah in some way! Sir Didymus' role is intellectual stimulation, giving Sarah the adult conversation she's craving, challenging her to challenge herself. She rises to the challenge every time, and Jareth's lesson here is that sometimes we just have to ask for help - “well, do I have your permission?” - sometimes things aren't always as they seem, but sometimes they are that simple. Family is loyal to family, which is chosen and not decided – Ludo and Sir Didymus are clearly different species, and yet they decide they are brothers and honour that throughout the rest of the film.

Instances in which he aided her progress through the Labyrinth because his real intention is to help her grow up, to help her become who she is supposed to be:

Had Hoggle stationed at the gate of the Labyrinth as her way in, but also as her first friend; we cannot travel through life or growth alone and a being as lonely as Jareth would know this. I feel like Hoggle represents Sarah's stubbornness & her inability to accept help or friendship when it comes from an honest place. “Hoggle is Hoggle's friend!” // “Hoggle, you coward!” - Sarah frequently says “it's not fair!” and doesn't accept responsibility for her actions, so here Jareth has prepared Hoggle to be Sarah's mirror – holding him up so that Sarah can see the error of her ways by observing her behaviour in someone else and realise why it's wrong. Also - “Who are you?” / “Sarah.” / “That's what I thought.” = Hoggle KNEW that Sarah was coming. The journey through the Labyrinth is one big lesson Jareth constructed, because stories have morals and they're meant to teach us about perspectives and other such things about life. So in a way, Jareth turned the powers he gave Sarah against her.

The worm at the wall who told Sarah how to get through the walls/access the actual Labyrinth instead of running through the outer walls; though, Jareth is a fae and Sarah needs to learn to be less naïve/stop taking things at face value so much, especially from strangers or people she doesn't know very well, so the worm lied about which way to go. Nothing is fair in life and this was Jareth's first little reminder for the important lesson. He said it himself - “You say that so often. I wonder what your basis for comparison is.” - which means, all the times he was in the park with her, he never quite figured that out = it's a part of Sarah she needs to work on, because if a silent spectator can't understand something revisited often, then it's likely not a valid viewpoint.

Hoggle frequently tells Sarah that she should give up, stop, turn back, not continue, and every time, Sarah snaps back and says she's not quitting or giving up, she's come too far. This links to my previous point about Hoggle, but here, Hoggle is showing Sarah that she can do something when she wants to, she can be responsible when she needs to be (by this stage of the film, she has accepted the consequences of her actions and has resolved to 'save' her brother from Jareth's very generous babysitting services), and that perseverance and a certain degree of being stubborn is necessary in life. The world doesn't stop when you're tired and Hoggle's role here is to nurture Sarah's resilience. She's already endured so much, “you've run so long, you've run so far” (Within you), and she can endure it better and easier when she has friends/a support network to get through it. Additionally, Sarah and Hoggle are both less resistant to each other's help and friendship as the film progresses – the reflection is completing itself, the mirror isn't needed so much as Sarah grows through the Labyrinth. Jareth has seen her potential through shining moments in Aboveground, and he's trying to help her reach it as best as he can, given he's a figment of her imagination and he knows it. By the end of the film, she's accepting her potential a little more, but isn't quite ready to step into it.

Ludo! His role is to reaffirm that things aren't always what they seem, and to teach Sarah that appearances are deceiving; Ludo is supposed to look scary, but in reality he's a big teddy bear who is resourceful (he uses rocks in times of trouble, or, translated into our world, he does what he can with what he has – an important lesson), afraid of the unknown but willing to venture forth if he has a friend beside him (and this humanises him in Sarah's eyes and makes it easier for her to befriend him), and he's bullied by others for things he can't control (i.e. being strung upside down because he's “a big yeti” and goblins like causing trouble). Ludo's role is to teach Sarah that face value isn't valuable all of the time, and his resourcefulness saves her multiple times. As the King of the Goblins, Jareth knows absolutely anything and everything which goes on in the Underground, and there is no way that he didn't deliberately choose the creatures he did to aid Sarah in her journey. They all fulfil a specific purpose and mirror a part of Sarah back to her so she can change her ways by seeing them in others and realising there's another way. Ludo is a big cuddly teddy bear who gives Sarah a hand to hold, he saves her, he keeps her company, and gives her some comic relief too. He may also be very slight practice for going back home to Toby, like when he gets the door handle stuck in his mouth and Sarah has to help him with it. Jareth here nurtures Sarah's kind nature – she makes friends everywhere she goes and is willing to forgive when Hoggle commits wrongs (abandoning her when they are afraid, giving her a poisoned fruit under the pretense of giving her actual food – which Sarah should have known not to accept, but sometimes we can't see the red flags even when they punch us in the face, and this may have been another lesson from Jareth, or perhaps it was his only way into fulfilling another of his roles; romance.)

This is where things start to fall apart for Jareth. When he says, “friends?” to Hoggle, the bitter undertone in his voice reeks of jealousy. He wants to at least be friends with Sarah, this human whom he's watching grow, but because of the multiple roles and challenges she has written for him to fulfil for her (as a figment of her own imagination, hence why he looks like David Bowie because, in the beginning, we see newspaper clippings of Sarah's mother with David Bowie, so there's a strange Electra-esque situation going on with Jareth looking like Sarah's mother's boyfriend), he's unable to be friends with her. His narrative has him being the villain, the challenger, the threat, the teacher, the nurturer, this all-knowing figure who holds a strange power over her (powers he gave her were then turned onto him and then turned back onto Sarah when she rejects him at the end), the suitor, and, above all else, the life lesson. Nowhere in the narrative she constructed is there room for friendship. He “can't live without her sunlight” (her attention on him), he “can't live without (her) heartbeat” (Within You) because Jareth literally exists within Sarah. He will dessicate inside her, shrivel up within her imagination and become a distant childhood figure as she grows up, while she will flourish and thrive because of everything he did for her when she was younger. And the worst of it is, Jareth is self-aware and he knows this, but he's doomed to do it all anyway because it's his narrative. He is a self-fulfilling prophecy, he's watching his own car crash and he's powerless to stop it because a teenage girl took the powers he gave her and made everything happen between them like it does. He does everything she asks of him, against his better judgement in some cases, and yet she still doesn't accept his love (which, if we follow the metaphor, is actually adulthood as a concept because he's nurturing her – another of his roles) and he's known all along that this doesn't end well for him (“don't tell me truth hurts, little girl, 'cuz it hurts like hell”) but he can't – or won't – try to change it.

The Garbage Lady who leads Sarah into a reproduction of her bedroom to try to trick her into thinking she is home until she opens her bedroom door – Jareth reminds her of what is important – her brother – and 'tests' her by presenting her with all of the material things she values in her bedroom; her childhood slippers and toys, but then she sees the Labyrinth book and she remembers her brother – she chooses reality over fiction and chooses responsibility over fiction, though she still leans into it when it is piled on top of her. Here, Jareth is showing her a balance between the two. They're both important, and they both have their place in helping us to do what we need to.

As The World Falls Down is a scene in which I think, while Jareth is fulfilling the role Sarah has given him as her suitor, he's also being quite vulnerable. Not with her, necessarily, he's teasing her by disappearing into the crowd and he makes her look for him. He makes her chase him, rather than him being the one who is chasing. And then, when he's had his fun, he finds her like he was watching her the entire time and knew exactly where she was and who she was with (notice that when the camera pans, he is always looking at her and barely glances at the other fae who address him in some way). He sweeps her into his arms and they dance. Sarah wanted romance and he was giving her that. In her bedroom at the beginning, Sarah has a ballerina figurine that looks exactly like Sarah does in this ballroom scene, and so parts of the Labyrinth – Sir Didymus' Ambrosius is her dog Merlin, she becomes in this scene that same figurine she has in her bedroom, she has an Escher wall poster in her bedroom, she has a grass maze, she has stuffed animals of the Fire Gang, she has a Hoggle puppet, she physically takes the same lipstick she applies in the beginning into the Labyrinth to guide her way... all these pieces of the Labyrinth which she encounters already exist in her bedroom, adding further evidence to my theory that the Labyrinth and, by extension, Jareth, are all figments of Sarah's imagination, with some added fuckery in that Jareth is the one who gave her the Labyrinth book, which is the source of the powers he gave her.

When they dance, Sarah falls into the illusion, she falls into the romance, but then like in Cinderella and as aforementioned in previous statements, the clock chimes and this shatters the spell, it breaks the dream, and Sarah frees herself. Jareth is visibly distressed, he looks so heartbroken and shattered because he knows no matter what he does, what role he performs for her or how good he does it, no matter what, Sarah is always going to reject him even though she is the one who assigned these roles to Jareth. He is under her spell, powerless to resist against his own powers – powers he gave her! How do you fight yourself? How can he convince Sarah when he only exists within her own mind and worse still, he knows this? He is doomed by his own narrative and it breaks his heart to follow it, but he has no choice. So he exhausts himself, as he states at the end, trying to live up to all the roles Sarah gives him, knowing the entire time that it's futile and he's not going to triumph.

That's not what Sarah wants – she wants a villain, he gave her one. She wanted an escape from a constantly crying baby – he gave her that. She wanted romance, mystery, intrigue, adventure, a good dose of 'safe' fear, friendship, companionship, he gave her all of that. But Sarah cannot give him the one thing Jareth wants – acceptance. Because he exists within her, and being a teenager is too tumultuous a time for Sarah to be able to accept herself, to accept that she needs to grow up and fight to be a better person, and she's not quite ready for that yet. Jareth knows Sarah will fight her way to his heart (the centre of the Labyrinth) and then destroy it – the Escher room dismantles when she jumps, effectively choosing her brother over Jareth. His love for Sarah destroys him, but aids Sarah in becoming someone more mature, wiser, and kinder. When Sarah breaks away from him in this scene and literally shatters the dream he gave her, is when Jareth starts to realise that he's been doomed from the start. Sarah wants pretense, she wants an escape. When Jareth shows her the reality of who he is (or, in the metaphor, the reality of reality), she rejects him, she rejects what it means to be an adult, and thereby chooses to be a child for a little longer. One who is more responsible, sure, but still. Jareth understands this, he knows why it happens the way it does, and though he pleads, the look on his face when he throws the crystal up in the air is ultimately,

“We could have had so much fun together”.

Additionally, there is a deleted scene where Sarah rejects him, but then he smiles right before he throws the crystal into the air. It's a proud smile, which lends support to my theory that he is using the journey through his Labyrinth to teach Sarah, to help her to be a better sister and daughter. She rejects him, and he's heartbroken by it, but he's proud of her too, though he knows he's doomed to just wither away within her. He's a complicated being, so full of grey areas, he's spoilt and ironically as childish as Sarah is, but that's why he's able to fulfil all those roles so well, and apply a mirror between her and the world she explores – self-reflection is, after all, taking a look at oneself, and Jareth has spent so much time with Sarah Aboveground while she rehearses her favourite scenes in Labyrinth that he's come to understand her, though he doesn't agree with everything; and that's why he put this journey into motion.

Another thing I find interesting is how, at the gates of the castle (at the gate of the core of Jareth's heart), is a very menacing scary metal contraption designed to invoke fear and keep people away from getting through the gates. And yet, Hoggle is able to intervene and prevent the attack, and once they're all through the gates, the goblin army don't seem to take it very seriously at all. I have no doubt that, if they needed to, goblins could and would cause serious harm, and yet really they just annihilate themselves and make it very easy for Sarah and her friends to make their way into the castle. This suggests that it's all what's on the surface – they don't treat Sarah like a threat because she isn't one – by this point, Jareth has accepted his own ultimate role is to lose in a love he was written to feel, and he wants her to succeed in running his Labyrinth, he wants her to triumph and become better and learn from him. He wants her to get her brother back, because her brother isn't the point of it all – Jareth only took Toby because Sarah asked him to. The point of it all is for Sarah to grow, to learn how to grow up, to learn to be stronger and kinder and wiser so she can grow up, and that is why Jareth makes it quite easy for her to get through the city into the castle. He only watches from the window, he does nothing to help his goblins or to help Sarah. He just watches from his window, looking down at life happening but doing nothing to stop it.

Once Sarah gets to the castle, it's quiet, still. No more resistance from Jareth, just a final plea to delay the inevitable. “I have to face him alone, that's the way it is done” - here, he is once again a villain, staged for the final confrontation, and Sarah has painted herself as the heroine. Likely because she has little to no control in her real life over anything, so in her head she writes herself to be heroic on adventures, saving other people in a way she wishes she could be saved. In Within You, “your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel” - again, he's showing the parallel within them, his first declaration of them as equals, because writers always put a piece of themselves in the stories they write, and Sarah, as Jareth's writer, is no different.

Jareth is so tired in the final scene, all of his masks and roles are discarded, though Sarah still recites from the Labyrinth. Before, Sarah backed away from Jareth, but now he is backing away from her, though he pleads with her to accept him (her dreams, her fiction). The power is now hers, and she knows it. He knows it. The crystal ball turns into a bubble, which breaks at Sarah's touch. Jareth's world shatters, he returns to existing only within her, and Sarah takes away all of the wisdom and lessons and experiences he gave her. I find it interesting how “I need you, all of you” should include Jareth too, but he sits on the outside looking in once again, forced only to watch, and no longer able to participate in her world. The boundaries have changed, Sarah admits she still needs her childhood fantasies and stories to help her with real life, but the narrative she wrote for Jareth is set in stone.

When Sarah's world fell down, Jareth caught her (the comfort of fiction) but when his world implodes, no one is there to break his fall.

Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl, because it hurts like hell...

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The thing about NieYao for me is that even when they know the worst of each other, they don’t pull away.

After Nie Mingjue witnesses Meng Yao commit murder, after the confrontation at Nightless City—Nie Mingjue still agrees to swear brotherhood with him. And sure, some if it (even most of it) may be Lan Xichen’s persuasion, but not all of it. He still says he wants to keep Jin Guangyao on the right path. He still swears an oath that is mutually binding for both of them.

After Nie Mingjue’s suspicious nature and violent tendencies get worse, after he kicks Jin Guangyao down the stairs and calls him a son of a whore—okay, maybe before, depending on the adaptation—Jin Guangyao chooses to kill him, but he still does it in this very gentle, intimate way that involves him repeatedly going into Nie Mingjue’s home or welcoming Nie Mingjue into his, and after the death he maintains a good relationship with Nie Huaisang (from his POV) and remains enmeshed in Qinghe Nie, keeps Nie Mingjue’s head in his treasure room and feels bound to it, chooses Nie Mingjue as the tool of his ultimate destruction (even as he pushes Lan Xichen away).

It’s the mutual obsession. And I wouldn’t necessarily say that someone seeing the worst in you is the Most Honest way to read someone, but I think for me the reason why NieYao is and will always be the side of 3zun that most fascinates me is the fact that, imo, the worst parts they see in each other are also the parts they most fear.

Meng Yao sees NMJ as rigid, unyielding, incapable of empathizing with others or seeing things from other points of view, unable to be controlled or to control himself—all things that are exploited by and exaggerated by the saber curse, the things that were already driving NMJ to an early grave. Also worth noting that the two main victims we see of his increasing instability are Jin Guangyao and Huaisang, his brother and his heir whom he loves. At times Jin Guangyao is even the one defending Huaisang (the symbol of Qinghe Nie’s future) from NMJ, which I can only imagine he hates more than anything.

As for Meng Yao, there’s a common characterization I see of him that always strikes me as somewhat off, which is one in which he has, basically, low self-esteem and is shocked at being treated well and almost tries to walk it back on behalf of the person being nice to him. I don’t think that’s true. I think Meng Yao does believe that he deserves the position and respect his mother told him was his birthright, and he resents other people for failing to give it to him, because he loves his mother! He thinks SHE is worthy of respect and adoration, and therefore his status as her son shouldn’t be shameful. Appropriately enough, I think that’s what draws him to Nie Mingjue in the first place—the fact that NMJ is the first/among the first people to elevate him based on merit, which SHOULD BE how the world works!

But there is this insidious catch-22, which is that in order to be worthy of the position of respected sect leader’s son, he needs to act like and uphold the values of a respected sect leader’s son… and if he does that, no one will ever raise him to the position. He needs to be a bastard in order to get the job done, which is what Nie Mingjue criticizes him for. He needs to kill, to be sly, to eliminate his enemies, to do his father’s dirty work. And I do think that, over time, his sense of self-respect begins to falter a little, to become intertwined and tainted with disgust at what he’s done, especially when it comes to the people who are closer to him—killing Nie Mingjue, marrying Qin Su and keeping the secret from her, Whatever Happened With Jin Rusong.

So Nie Mingjue’s attitude towards him represents this growing fear: it’s not that Jin Guangyao is unworthy because of his mother, but because of himself. Because his own actions are undeserving of the lofty place his mother imagined for him, the place that she prepared him for and he failed to achieve.

And both of them feel powerless to get off those destructive paths. Nie Mingjue is going to keep cultivating with the saber, because that’s what his family does. Jin Guangyao is going to keep doing whatever he can to get his father’s approval, because that’s what his mother wanted for him. They can see each other’s downfalls so clearly but they’re trapped, and eventually they end up trapped in that coffin together, hand in unlovable fucking hand.

[libretitamortal]

No but death note the musical being all about love and what are humans (and gods) capable of diong for it makes me weak like...

Light starting with a song about what does it mean to live in a society where justice is just a circus, where powerlful people can get away with everything they want. How he gets everyone in his class to sing about their opinions on justice. How his love for looking for some kind of justice, for some kind of sense of that very word, leads him to his very end, where he found a sense for that word, but is already too late.

L's songs and actions being all about the truth and what does it take to look for it. And asking himself in the process if the truth can be something as simple as just connecting some dots, or if it means to take a look at the greater picture. And in that search for the truth he leads himself to his very end.

Misa's character being all about (and this is my favorite part) wanting to love the whole world, but being uncapable of it because there is just so much evil in the world that makes us wonder if its really worth it to love it that much and hoping that maybe, one day in the near future, if there was just someone getting rid of everything thats evil in the world, we can be so sure that loving everythig that exists was the true purpose of the very act of living all along.

Rem's final song being so full of love to everything that makes us human: hoping and dreaming and praying and trying and failing to dream about whats possible and keep trying because thats our very nature. And if a literal god can feel moved by that fact with seeing how misa will sacrifice everything, even when she has a long way to go (i mean, she has a career as a model and pop star) just because she hopes the world can actually be a better place if only someone would do something about evil people, then how could we not feel moved as well (i cry at that part don't touch me). Because if Rem, who started the show believing is worthless to dream and try to keep going no matter what and ends the show becoming that same thing she criticized, finally seeing why we are like that, then there is no reason for us to not believe that love gives us the power to go on.

And then there's Ryuk...not loving anything really, just being there for a couple of laughs...but being there to see the whole thing! Loving nothing else but himself. Even if he doesn't have a purpose, even if he will have to go back to the shinigami realm where he'll be bored to death again, he still doesn't fall for anything else, for anything that makes a human...human...he's the only one left at the end of the show, telling us that, at the end, everything was worthless anyway... and of course he thinks like that, if there is nothing else for him to love.

[youhideastar]

WujiWatch: CQL Rewatch Episode 10

 Two things stand out to me in this episode: the question of conflict between the sects, and the question of the pros and cons of being outside the system.

So, first, conflict between the sects. It’s interesting, for a long time I assumed that serious conflicts—like, deadly armed conflict—between the sects was rare. In fact, I assumed that the last sect war was the war against Xue Chonghai (which occurred “thousands of years ago” according to Nie Mingjue, “hundreds of years ago” according to Lan Yi, and “a hundred years ago” according to Lan Xichen—amazing), and that since that time, the cultivation world has basically been at peace. Cultivators’ martial training was for fighting yao, mo, guai, and gui, and also taking down individual baddie cultivators, not for making war against large, organized groups of other cultivators.

But then, in this episode, when Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan are asked to help our heroes with their quest, they refuse on the ground that they don’t get involved in inter-sect conflicts. Not “we don’t want to get involved with this inter-sect conflict,” but “as a practice, we do not get involved with inter-sect conflicts ever,” which sure seems to imply that there have been others, in their lifetimes. Like, for abstaining to be a practice, there needs to be something to abstain from, you know?

And as I’m pondering this, the camera cuts to the first shot of the Unclean Realm, and my question is very definitively answered for me—because nobody builds fucking twenty-foot high stone walls with ramparts and a fucking portcullis because they’re scared of individual demons or ghosts, or even scared of a small group of the cultivational equivalent of bandits. You only build a fortress if you’re scared of an army.

(When you start seeing the sets this way, you realize that Cloud Recesses (at the top of a mountain accessible only by one narrow staircase), Jinlintai (another stone fortress accessible only by a staircase), and Nightless City (ditto, at the top of a mountain) are also all built to withstand a siege. Only Lotus Pier, wide-open and unfortified, is vulnerable. Easy pickings.)

This is important because I’d previously been pretty judgy about Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan refusing to be involved in dealing with the Yin Iron – I’d thought, “Sure, you don’t want to get involved in petty squabbling—but this is a big deal! Wen Ruohan is kidnapping random cultivators and turning them into zombies! How can you say you’re devoting your life to justice and then sit this one out?” But their decision makes a lot more sense if the sects are frequently at war with one another – this would, at this point in the plot, just look like more of the same. And I, too, would find it exhausting constantly getting asked to pick a side in bullshit wars waged by people more interested in acquiring power than using it to protect the people who they’re supposed to be protecting.

Okay, second thing: the idea of rogue cultivators. One of the interesting things about the drama introducing Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan this early is that it sets up this theme of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji both yearning for that kind of free, roving life, and in fact, bonding over that shared longing. Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan sure make that life look very attractive. (Not just because they’re gorgeous, but that helps!) Prioritizing shared principles over bloodlines, going where the greatest need is, opting out of petty, grasping sect power struggles—it makes total sense that our heroes would go starry-eyed like they’re meeting celebrities; that Wei Wuxian would earnestly and awkwardly tell Xiao Xingchen that he and Lan Wangji have been trying to do the same thing with their Yin Iron quest; that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji gaze longingly after Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan’s departing forms and then share a wistful look with each other.

But the price of that life, as the drama shows—also using Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan—is how powerless it makes you. Xue Yang’s capture would not have been possible without sect cultivator Wei Wuxian tethering him to keep him from running away. More importantly, only sect cultivators have a prison in which they can keep Xue Yang – if the sect boys hadn’t come along, Xiao Xingchen would have had no choice to either kill Xue Yang immediately—something that characters in this show are shockingly (to this Western viewer) loathe to do—or let him go. Xiao Xingchen tells our heroes that they can call on him if they are in need… but when Lan Wangji, practical boy that he is, asks how they can get in touch with him, Xiao Xingchen’s answer is basically, “You can’t,” because he doesn’t have a home base. So it’s a pretty empty promise. The vast and manifest injustices that will soon unfold in this story—from the Wens’ massacre of several entire sects (the very crime for which Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan sought to bring Xue Yang to justice) to the post-Sunshot torture, imprisonment, and murder of the Wen Remnants—will do so without a peep from these two righteous cultivators. The sects have corruption, and war, and hypocrisy—but they also have infrastructure, resources, and networks.

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan show what happens when someone makes a principled decision to opt out of those resources and networks.

Meng Yao is about to show what happens when someone has those things stripped from him, against his will.

[maklovesstars]

your girl really talks to the king a lot 😬

i could see that.

@ilyascrownprince do we have a problem?

[noforkingclue]

Hi, I saw your open requests and wanted to know if you can do a The Boys one. This might be long...

Imagine an unknown or known supe with the power to control emotions. They manifest tranquility and joy or induce anxiety and panic attacks onto people (you can lower the intensity if that’s too much). They have a scene where they interact with the boys. This can be an x Homelander since they would be able to control his emotions.

-“You can hate me but you’ll be so happy to see me.”

Extra: [They work at Vought as someone who’s able to get close to the supes. They don’t really like the Seven much and try to cause as much issues as possible.]

Note: requests are currently closed

So the Homelander relationship is kinda in the background with this fic. It more focuses on the reader and Butcher talking.

Title: Devious Plans

Warnings: implied forced relationship

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftskhu35, @zannemes, @holy-minseok

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“What? Edgar doesn’t want to get his hands bloody so he sends one of his fucking cunty minions to do his dirty work for him?”

You looked over at the man who joined you at the bar. He rested his elbows on the counter and you gestured to the bartender to get him a drink. You studied Butcher intently as you took a sip of your own drink. When a whiskey was finally placed in front of him you said,

“Mr Edgar is busy.”

“Heard that one too many times, love.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me.”

Butcher downed his drink in one and immediately it was replaced. He eyed the drink suspiciously and you said,

“Don’t worry. I haven’t poisoned it.”

“If you wanted me dead I’d be dead already.”

You wrinkled your nose saying,

“Bit cliché. I’m not a fan of clichés.”

���Then why are you here you stupid fucking-“

“Hey,” you smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, “Calm down. This anger isn’t very good for your blood pressure.”

You could feel Butcher relax under your grip. He frowned slightly before quickly ripping his arm out from under yours.

“You’re a supe.” He spat

“Took you long enough.”

You finished your drink and another was immediately put in front of you.

“So why the fuck are you here?” snapped Butcher

“Just to make sure that you’re doing what we want.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh?”

“Look love,” Butcher leaned closer, “You work for fucking Vought. You’re just like the rest of them.”

You slammed your glass down and took a deep breath. Butcher grinned at the crack in your mask and you said,

“I am not like them.”

“Evidence says otherwise.”

“Maybe I’m here because I hate them just as much as you.”

“Why are you here.”

“Because I want to see them burn.”

You ran a hand over your face and said quietly,

“The power to control emotions is incredibly useful. Especially when you’re prize superhero is a mentally unstable homicidal maniac.”

Butcher burst out laughing. You raised your eyebrows at him but waited until he had stopped. Butcher rested against the bar and said,

“So Edgar fucking uses you. He whores you out to placate Homelander.”

“That’s a very crude way of putting it.”

“It’s the truth though.”

“Hmm.”

“So what do you want me to do.”

“What Mr Edgar wants.”

“And why the fuck should I do that?”

“Because then we get what we both want.”

“Which is?”

“Homelander dead.”

Butcher’s expression turned stony and you smiled. You had him. He wanted that cunt dead just as much as you did. You finished your drink and hopped off the barstool.

“It was a pleasure speaking to you Mr Butcher. I’ll be in touch.”

“No you fucking won’t.”

“Really?”

“Best if we don’t see each other again.”

“And why is that?”

“Because if I do, I fucking kill you.”

“Because I’m a supe cunt?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh Mr Butcher,” you patted his cheek mockingly, “You can hate me all you want but next time, you’ll be so happy to see me.”

Butcher tried to move but you quickly removed all violent thoughts. His eyes narrowed when he realised what you had done and just how powerless he was against you.

“Be seeing you.” You said as you left the bar

[pencilbrony]

Powerlance

[avocado-writing]

heard you're not having the best day so i thought maybe this would be a good time to send you an imagine i've been thinking about for a while now with either aziraphale (or aziraphale and crowley) or william.

in this imagine, reader is pregnant from a previous relationship and was abandoned for one reason or another.

for aziraphale (and crowley): reader and azi have been close friends for a while. his bookshop has always been a comfort to you, and you would go to him whenever your boyfriend would make you cry or things weren't going great for you.

then you get pregnant, your boyfriend dumps you, and you're left essentially stranded. so you do what you always do and go to zira's shop. you knock on the door, tears running down your cheeks, barely containing your sobs.

"i'm afraid we're closed!" aziraphale calls from his desk. he's busy with some research project or other, and certainly not interested in dealing with a customer at the moment.

"it's me, mr. fell," a timid voice calls from the door.

he's on his feet in a second, hurrying to the door, a smile on his face - only it quickly drops when he sees you, shivering, eyes red-rimmed, cheeks streaked with tears.

"whatever happened, my dear?" he asks, quickly stepping aside to let you in. he helps you out of your coat, hands slipping gently over your shoulders, and places it on the coat hanger.

you open and close your mouth a few times before simply breaking down into sobs. aziraphale freezes. he's not the best at dealing with emotional breakdowns - but it's you and he's not about to let you down. so he helps you into a chair and miracles up some hot cocoa and cookies for you in an effort to comfort you.

he brings his desk chair close to yours, offering a handkerchief for your tears. you take it and grip his hand, waiting for the sobs to dissipate.

once you find it in yourself to stop crying, you take a few deep, shuddering breaths, trying to steady yourself.

"what happened, my dear?" he asks again, gently, smoothing his thumb absently over your knuckles. he tries to meet your eyes, but you refuse to look at him.

after a moment, you pull your hand from his, placing the cocoa and cookies on the table next to you. hands trembling, you pull your sweater over your head, revealing the tanktop underneath - and the bump of your belly along with it.

there's a slight intake of breath from aziraphale and his eyes fly back up to yours.

"he left me," you say, defeat turning your voice empty and hollow.

"he did what?" another voice emerges from the top of the stairs and you jump, turning your attention to crowley's tall, lean form hurrying down the stairs toward you.

tears fill your eyes again and they're both suddenly right there. crowley is kneeling at your side, golden eyes wide with anger - and something else you can't quite place. aziraphale is holding your hand in his and dabbing at your cheeks with his handkerchief.

"you'll stay with us, then," the angel says gently. "if you wish. we'll take care of you."

crowley nods once in agreement, the fire in his eyes promising retribution for the crime of leaving you behind, so vulnerable.

your eyes widen as you look at the two of them.

"oh, no," you start to say. "i couldn't- i wouldn't want to be an imposition-"

"nonsense, my dear," aziraphale cuts you off gently with a soft smile. "quite the contrary, it would be our pleasure."

crowley says nothing but the softness in his eyes is answer enough.

tears fill your eyes and spill over your cheeks once again and before you know it, you're wrapped in aziraphale's embrace, soaking in his warmth, breathing in his scent. he drops an absent-minded kiss on your head and you freeze for a moment.

"sorry," he says quickly. "i didn't-"

"no, no," you say, nuzzling into him further. "it's okay. just surprised me."

you feel crowley approaching tentatively behind you and one of aziraphale's arms reaches out to invite him in. crowley's clearly unused to this sort of thing, but he's powerless to resist aziraphale's requests and so he obliges, quickly melting into the embrace, resting his nose against your head.

you simultaneously lean back into crowley and nuzzle further into aziraphale. they'll protect you, and take care of you, for as long as they are able - just being here with them, you have no doubt of that.

and for william: he's seen you about the parish before. he was always rather taken with you, but was too timid to approach you, a fact he was loathe to admit. you've spoken to him on occasion, but he was barely able to mutter a few words in response, another most embarrassing fact to him.

so, when he saw you one day on the arm of a handsome young man, though he was disappointed he wasn't surprised. he had only himself to blame for not approaching you sooner. and why would you say yes to him? he was too far removed from you in almost every way.

days turn to weeks. weeks turn to months. each one finds him gazing longingly at you with your lovely young - fiance? husband? he's not sure which - out and about. he's certain that he's missed his chance, but he quietly wishes you a happy marriage.

one particularly stormy night, he's reading by the fireplace in one of the sitting rooms on the first floor. the house is quiet, the staff having gone to bed for the night. he would have gone to bed nearly an hour ago, but tonight he was restless.

he's almost convinced he's imagining things when he hears a knock at the door, light but insistent. he furrows his brow, shutting his book, and walking to the door, nearly starting in surprise at the sight of you.

you're soaked to the bone and shivering, leaning heavily on the doorframe. your eyes are red-rimmed and weary when you look up at him.

"mr. boldwood," you start, voice shaky. "i'm so sorry to bother you so late but... i didn't know where else to go."

"oh. of course," he answers, wincing inwardly at himself. "please, come in."

once you reach the sitting room, he helps you into a seat by the fire before quickly heading off to find some tea and dry clothes for you. he bought a few dresses with the intent of gifting them to you, though he never did. he hesitates before bringing one down, at first unsure of how you'll react to him - well known to be a bachelor, despite his age, in the community - having such clothing in his home. however, ultimately your not falling ill is far more important than his pride, so he brings the dress.

you say nothing, weary as you are, simply slipping into a nearby room to change while he retrieves food and tea from the kitchen.

once the two of you are settled again in the sitting room, he draws his chair closer to yours, watching you intently as you mechanically sip your tea.

"my fiance left me," you choke out.

"left you?" mr. boldwood repeats dumbly, shock evident in his features. you don't look at him, cheeks red with shame.

"we've been having terrible arguments for weeks now," you continue. "he told me at supper that he'd gotten a divorce this morning. then he cast me out - said he would send my things to wherever i managed to find to stay, but that he never..." here your voice breaks as you fight back more tears. "that he never wanted to see me again."

there is a break of silence and you close your eyes. the crackle of the fire, the patter of the rain against the windows, and the presence of the man beside you smoothing over the wrinkles of your tears and heartbreak.

"you know," you say dimly, eyes fluttering open again. "i don't think he really loved me."

mr. boldwood's gaze flicks up to yours, stunned at your rather brazen statement.

"what would make you think such a thing?" he asks, deep voice gentle and calming. you turn to meet his eyes, once more fighting tears.

"because, you see, mr. boldwood - i am pregnant," you answer, swallowing hard around the lump in your throat. his eyes widen slightly. "and no man who truly loved his wife would cast her out of his house while she was with child when she had done nothing to incur such treatment."

mr. boldwood's eyes fall away from you for a moment, flicking momentarily to your middle. there was a bit of a swell there he hadn't noticed before, too flustered by your sudden appearance and worried for your wellbeing to properly pay attention.

when he meets your eyes again, there's a terrified sort of certainty in his gaze that causes you to inhale sharply.

"i know this may seem inappropriate," he says, voice slightly shaky. "but, i feel i should tell you now - i have wanted you as my wife for the past several months. i know it is wrong to want another man's wife, and for that i am ashamed. but hearing your plight now..."

he stops for a moment, meeting your gaze again. your eyes are wide, filled with some tempest of emotions he can't identify. so he presses on, eyes never leaving yours.

"i can offer you shelter and protection. i will give you whatever it is your heart desires. i can promise i will never abandon you - or your child. and, if you'll forgive my boldness - i can promise to love you, to cherish you, for the rest of your life."

tears fill your eyes at his words. if you were being honest with yourself, you had quite fancied him when you first saw him at the market. he had seemed interested in you, so you waited for him to make the first move - only it had never happened. though it was childish, you had half gotten into your previous relationship in an effort to spur him forward. how marvelously that plan had worked out.

"of course," he added quickly. "we would wait, for propriety's sake. and i don't want you to think i am simply jumping at an opportunity to claim you for myself. i do care for you - very much - and i don't want to force you. but, if you'll have me..."

he trailed off, his cheeks rosy in the firelight. his eyes were pleading, though you could tell he was desperately trying to keep his composure. you smiled weakly. you were probably too emotional to make a reasonable decision at the moment, but you didn't care. you wanted him, and you weren't going to let this opportunity to protect your baby go to waste.

"i will," you answer. "i will have you. i, too, have wanted you for a long time - and i would be honored and very pleased to have you as my husband."

a mixture of surprise and joy fill his features, a tentative smile pulling at his lips. you reach for his hand and his rises with you, tentatively pulling you into a hug.

he drops a kiss on your head, smiling into your hair as you smile into his chest, basking in the warmth of unexpected joy in the midst of a storm.

okay, i did not intend for this to get this long, i swear. i hope you enjoy this, though. also i apologize for any spelling/grammar errors or anything like that, i didn't proofread this at all. just thought i'd send it in for you to enjoy, if you like.

also before i forget to say it, i really love your writing! your story about azi and crowley and nightingale and the girls are so, so sweet - not to mention, of course, all your other imagines and works for the azi/crowley/nightingale universe and michael sheen's characters and such. you capture the characters you write so well and i love reading your work.

anyway, before this gets any longer - i hope you like this and i hope you have a better day tomorrow! lots of love!

awww thank you! I enjoyed reading this so much! And as for the first fic I’ve actually written something similar myself years ago (once again proof we all share a single braincell in this fandom lmfao) 💕

[oneleggedflamingo]

Aaa, my sewing mahine broke, first it made a clanging grinding sound after I spooled some discs, and I sewed a bit to test it, and now it doesn't do anything :/ I will take it to a repair shop tomorrow, but idk if they work on old machines or tell me that it would be cheaper to buy a new one. I feel so powerles, my sweet baby girl, my dutiful hunting dog, the machine she is, is sitting here on my table and it doesn't make any whirling sounds. I worry for her, my sweet needle machine. I am a bit attached to this sewing machine, by my clothes.