#richard sterling x you

[lumenwoodd]

‘Like a true knight would’

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hi!! I was wondering if u could do smth ab Richard sterling x servant/butler g/n reader!! What can I say …I like my men a little 😈

I saw lady richard and god her boob I mean her knightness.... ngl I love this guy so much that no matter what body he has he just so vbhfvbhfhbfvbhvfb I'm normal

Rated: Explicit | Warning: fem!richard, male reader, oral (woman receiving)

“Such a good puppy,” Her praises are smooth but lack sweetness, “Hm, oh, you are becoming better at this.” Her nail combing through your hair before she gets her grip and firmly tugs on it pulling you closer than you already are to her cunt. “Yes, good boy.” Tossing her head back with a breathless laugh as your hands on her soft plush thighs squeeze to the point she is going to delight in the buries— A perk of her body easily bruising— She moans out her princess’ name as she cums with a cute squeal and whine, “Don't bloody stop, yes, more!” You keep feasting on the essence of her quim, her cum sweet as to be expected from a narcissistic woman obsessed with her appearance and princess.

You get to pull away only when you start using your fingers, three knuckles deep; her legs release their hold locking you between her thighs. Take a deep breath as you watch her cum on your fingers, her hands gripping the fabric of your butler’s coat, her face so beautiful you almost forget how terrifying this woman is. How obsessive and possessive she is of her princess and you, her loyal dog to fetch and roll over at her whim.

“Take me, Bedivere, now!” Richard is desperate and will not be satisfied until you give her everything you have.

“Yes, milady.” Pulling out your fingers and lifting her up before laying her on the bed.

“You could've taken me on the couch,” Grinning as you open your pants, “Such a gentleman.” Teasing you for always having her on the bed when possible. You say nothing which has her pout for a second as you are selective about when to speak. “Go on, sheathe your sword within me, my knight.”

You raise an eyebrow before suddenly turning her around, snatching her by her hips, a smooth sharp thrust into her gripping the sheets and saying the name she gave you.

“So… Brutish, ah ha, Bedivere!” You know how to have her mind scrambling for words, “Ah!” A moaning mess as her arms are used to hold her in place as you thrust into her at a quick and deep pace. She knows you are trying to end this quickly before returning to your duties. There is shopping and picking-up deliveries to be done before it is too late in the evening to travel safely.

“Your voice, milady.”

“Fuck!” Her hair is a wild mess that bounces with each movement, her breasts rubbing against the sheets, and her mouth open letting her voice. “Good puppy! Oh, puppy touch me.”

“As you wish, mistress Richard.”

[orpheusluvr]

The Knight’s Princess (Richard Sterling x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

A new survivor has arrived at the manor, and he seems to take a huge interest in you.

Decided to make this in honour of his official release in 17 days!! <33 (also good luck to anyone that is planning on pulling for his S-tier costume!)

There was a lot of chatter around the manor today, because a new survivor had arrived. The last survivor, Evelyn, also known as the “Faro Lady” was a mysterious woman of high class. But you managed to get along with her quite well, and matches with her were pretty fun especially with her unique abilities.

The new survivor’s name was Richard Sterling, from what you heard among everyone’s conversations. You hadn’t met him yet, but you heard he was in the lounge right now. So that’s exactly where you decided to go see him.

You cautiously approached the group of survivors that were sitting in the lounge, and there he was. From his clothing, he also seemed like someone of high class.

“So why did you come to the manor then, Mr Sterling?” Norton asked.

“My reasons shall remain unknown.” He said, with a smile.

Norton then noticed that you were standing there and looked up at you.

“Oh hey, Y/N!” He waved at you, a sweet smile on his face.

“Hey Norton.” You smiled back.

Richard also looked up, his unique brown and blue eyes enlarging at the sight of you.

“My…goodness…” he said, getting up.

He walked towards you, taking a good look at you.

“I did not know, that someday I’d come across such a beautiful lady.” He said, getting on his knees. He gently took your hand.

“Allow me to be your knight in shining armour, my princess.” He said, as he kissed your hand.

Your heart was beating fast, and your cheeks were warming up.

Why was everything happening so suddenly? You only just met this man. You didn’t even introduce yourself either.

But, he was extremely attractive. Good mannered too. It made your heart melt.

“Your name is Y/N. Am I correct? I heard that fine gentleman over there mention it.” Richard said, as he got up. He was still holding your hand.

You nodded.

“Such a beautiful name.” He smiled.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Norton get up and leave.

“Thank you.” You said.

You felt slightly uneasy in the way Norton just suddenly left.

Was he alright?

“My princess, I’m not the type to court a lady but you are different to any other woman that I’ve came across.” Richard said, interrupting your thoughts.

He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Please, follow me.”

-

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You didn’t expect to find yourself in the new survivor’s bedroom out of all places. But gosh, you were a mess of emotions right now. You were excited, nervous and confused at the same time. This handsome man was in love with you, even though you just met him today. It felt off, but feeling loved made you feel amazing.

You patiently walked around the room as you were doing so for the past few minutes, waiting for Richard to return from whatever he was doing. You then finally heard the sound of the door opening.

“Princess?”

You turned around to face Richard, and almost passed out from the view in front of you.

He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a towel around the top of his legs. His hair and body were dripping wet. His skinny yet somewhat muscular figure had you trying to fight back your lustful desires.

He walked up to you, drops of water falling to the ground as he moved.

“Enjoying the view?” He smirked, cupping your cheek.

You nodded.

“Who would’ve known that I’d be the first one to see the new survivor like this?” You said, tracing your finger along his chest. Richard gave a slight groan.

“I want to see you like this too.” He said, and your stomach did a flip.

-

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Richard carried you into the bathroom, then gently placed you down next to the bathtub. It was already filled with water.

“Allow me to wash you up, my princess.” He said.

He tugged at your shirt.

“May I?”

After you nodded, he lifted your shirt up and removed it from you. He then helped to take your pants off, and ended with your bra and panties. He then took a few moments to admire your figure.

“Oh…how lucky I am, to be standing before someone like you and seeing you in all your enticement.” Richard said, his eyes filled with lust.

He went behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as his hands travelled down your body. His cold breath tickled your skin, sending goosebumps throughout your body. He was so mysterious, but it turned you on even more.

He then motioned to you to get into the bathtub, and so you did. You lowered yourself into the water, the warmth kissing your skin. Richard watched you in awe, before removing his towel and stepping inside the bathtub with you. You managed to take a quick glimpse at his cock, which was evidently hard. He was highly aroused.

Richard leaned forward, and kissed you. You closed your eyes, allowing him to taste you. You both were grabbing onto each other’s backs, slippery from the water. You both pulled away.

“Turn around, princess.” He said.

You turned around, the water slightly splashing around you. Richard held onto your waist. His hand travelled upwards to your breasts, squeezing them and circulating his fingers around your nipples. You tried not to moan too loud, worried that someone might hear you. After all, you weren’t the only ones staying at the manor.

Richard kissed the side of your face, while he continued to squeeze your breasts, lovingly kneading them.

He then slightly got up and lifted you up, placing your hands on the sides of the bathtub. Your ass was directly facing him.

“Prepare yourself.” He said.

You bit your lip, knowing exactly what was coming next.

Richard slides into you, as you both let out a moan from the sudden sensation. Once he has fully entered, he grabs onto your waist. He thrusts at a slow speed at first.

“Good girl. You’re taking me in so well, my beautiful princess.” He praised.

He immediately quickened his pace, without warning. You let out a loud moan which motivates him even more.

“R-Richard!!” You moaned out his name. This almost made him cum instantly.

“Ngh…Y/N…you sound as beautiful as you look…” Richard groaned.

With a few more thrusts, Richard was about to pull out. But you stopped him.

“Fill me up.” You said, turning to look at him.

Richard gave a smirk.

“At your service, my princess.”

[weeping-statue]

“The loss that shaped me.”

-Angst; Blood; mentions of stabbing; nothing extremely gory; this is set in the past;

He should have protected you, he should have done better.

If he’s being honest there was a lot of things he should have done, but never did.

Like tell you he loves you more often, be more empathetic, open up about his emotions.

He knew from the start that he might lose you, either from your own hands or the enemy. But he wouldn’t let you go so easily. He made you hold on, he made you need life. If you loved him as much as he loved you, you’d stay. And stay you did, until he got sloppy.

You were cornered by the enemy, he had told you to run for it, run and don’t look back. That he’ll be fine. He just didn’t account for one of the stray enemies behind coming after you.

When he had finally managed to get out of there, adding more blood to his hands, more souls to haunt him, he went to look for you. Only to find you in a pool of your own blood. A large hole in your stomach, as if they had plunged what ever nearby object they could find into you.

It was cruel, and unfair, and all of the other words he could think of.

He ripped off a piece of fabric from his clothes, and tried to stop the bleeding, even tho he knew it wasn’t going to work.

The hope he had fought against the reality.

He only glanced up when he heard your unsteady voice, brows furrowed and jaw locked.

“All I ever wanted was to feel okay. At the time I believed my demise was the only way out. Because of that, I used to have open arms towards death, I wanted it even though it didn’t want me back. But now that my feelings are returned, I don’t know if I want it anymore. How selfish is that?”

“It’s not selfish,” he breathed out, hands gripping tightly at yours. Watching the blood drip out of your mouth with each cough.

“You worked hard, trying to- no, not trying to fix me, or save me. Trying to love me. You knew what could happen, yet you still found room for me in your heart. I can’t explain how thankful I am for you.” Your hand gently squeezed his with what little strength you had.

“Stop it. Don’t talk like that. You’re gonna be okay, I know it. We’re gonna find you help, and you’re gonna be back on your feet and in my arms like nothing happened.” That was the hope in him talking, believing his own words until he’d have to learn the hard way.

It wasn’t just a blow to his heart; but to his ego. He’s never lost, not a battle, not a game, he’s always come out on top. Or so he’d like to believe. But losing you felt different, it felt so incredibly wrong. Like this wasn’t meant to happen. Like it wasn’t real.

The moment he watched the life fade from your eyes, was the day he’d figure out how cruel the world could be. He’d never forgive it, he’d raise hell for this brutal act. Nobody could replace you, nobody could stop him until he was reunited with you.

Idv; Norton Campell, Richard Sterling, Weeping Clown, Naib Subedar.

Bleach; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Kenpachi zaraki, Shinji Hirako, Renji Abarai, kisuke Urahara.

Rdr2; Arthur Morgan, Dutch VanDerlinde, Javier Escuella, John Marston, Sean Macguire.

[magknightidv]

If you don’t mind sharing, I’d love to hear what type of Richard fic you’re planning 🫣

:0 ofc Im happy to share the stuff I have for now!!

Currently not a lot cause im trying to not overload myself with fic ideas so I avoid getting burnt out but I know there is a Soulmate Au I want to be writing (I'm a sucker for it im sorry 😔✌️), a request for a Hunter reader that I've started and a wip for a series sort of thing of a Florist reader.

With the Florist reader I kinda wanna do like multiple short drabbles, headcanons or oneshots maybe a miniseries and such because idk they've got a cute dynamic in my head I just need to write the initial fic and see how people like them.

Sorry I rambled a bit but if you have any ideas please feel free to send them in and I'll try to get to them with time :3 I'm gonna be putting a masterlist together for him too so it should be organised too!!

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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Reads ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ ——> ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ masterlist ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧

Antonio finding out that the new survivor is his biological child

Aesop with a female!reader getting a bride and groom skin

naib subedar with an assassin s/o headcanons🗡

joseph with a s/o who knows french hcs📷

Purple Flowers ; Antonio x Reader (SFW)

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Ganji plush self getting kisses

Kisses with Ganji Gupta

Norton x Hunter Reader

Joseph x mute!Reader

Richard sterling x prince (hunter) reader

Norton Campbell Headcanon Summery: a mysterious and enigmatic individual, whose inscrutable demeanor conceals a complex and intriguing past.

Glimmers of Gratitude         Summary: You've become close with Norton Campbell despite his erratic behavior. On a particularly bad day, you have something that cheers him up!

fool's gold: imagine...⛏️       Summary: after a night of exploring a blown up cave reader comes across Norton? But not the Norton they know

A Memorable Face       Summary: Norton's reaction if Nurse Reader if she got invited into the manor

A Little Support       Summary: The boys just need a little love to ease the pain

Like as in, like like you?       Summary: How yandere Idv boys would react to being asked if they 'like like' you after confessing (Survs + Hunters)

falling slowly 🪡       Summary: Matthias has a fat crush on MC who is extremely kind to him despite his insecurities.

spellbound      Summary: weeping yearning and pining from afar

[iindigonsfw]

Kinktober: Formal Wear, Praise Kink - "Knight" x Prospector

cw: SMUT, Praise Kink, Formal Wear Kink, Mirror Sex, Blowjob, sloppy sex

headcanons: [Power] Bottom/Sub Norton Campbell, Top/Dom Richard Sterling.

skins: Default (Knight), Custom Outfit [Default] (Prospector)

Link below the summary!! I hope you enjoy!~

[disappointingyet]

One thing to make clear from the start – this is a list of my favourite films of the year, emphasis on ‘my’. I wanted to stress that because there’s at least one movie on this list that almost everybody else thinks is terrible. Just so you know. 

The more practical point is that these are UK 2024 releases, so it includes films that I saw in 2023 and doesn’t include ones I saw this year but haven’t been released here yet.

It hasn’t seemed like a great year for the kind of films I enjoy – there might be a reason why, maybe that’s random or perhaps I just haven’t seen enough movies. But it feels like I’ve seen a lot, more than any year since 2020 at least. As in recent years, I’ve put together two lists of other stuff I’ve seen – you can find the more or less mainstream here and arthouse and documentaries here. 

Things I haven’t seen include the trio of movies that supposedly saved the industry in November (Wicked, Moana 2 and Gladiator II); assorted latest instalments in exhaustingly long-running series (Deadpool & Wolverine, the latest Apes movie, the latest Godzilla x Kong, the third Venom etc); some awardsy films (Bird, Sing Sing, Taste Of Things…) But there was nothing I actively wanted to see that I missed, other than maybe Black Dog. 

1 American Fiction

My favourite film of the year because it does two very difficult things well – thoughtful family comedy-drama and wild satire – and never (to me) feels unbalanced.* The hook is the satire bit – frustrated highbrow novelist (Jeffrey Wright) writes a spoof ghetto tale that the white literary world mistakes for the ‘real’ thing. But enjoyable as that is, what makes this film special is that other side of it, the upper-middle-class family dealing with an aging  parent and other tough stuff, is every bit as strong (and often as funny). Great work from the whole cast but particularly from Sterling K Brown as the protagonist’s brother, newly out in middle age and gleefully making up for lost time.

*Also maybe fuelled by a bit of smugness because I read Erasure, the novel this is based on, two decades ago and between this film and his award-winning latest, James, it seems the rest of the world is finally getting hip to Perceval Everett.   

Full review here

2 Hit Man

Richard Linklater is one of the more inconsistent veteran directors, but that’s partly because he’s often trying something different rather than having a reliable formula that he sticks to – it’s a career that stretches from a big hit that became an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical(!) (School Of Rock) to a plotless animated philosophical musing that caused the biggest walk-out at a press screening I have ever seen (Waking Life). Hit Man is one of the successes, a comedy about a geeky academic who moonlights with the cops impersonating a hit man for hire for small-scale sting operations, and discovers he has untapped gifts for impersonation and improvisation. Is it funny? It very much is. Full review here

(Netflix)

3 Anora

I came to Anora with low expectations despite the buzz (won Cannes! Critics swooning!) mostly because I loathed Sean Baker’s previous film Red Rocket (as in, hated it so much I hit fast-forward because I didn’t want to waste more time with these characters.)

But the consensus is right on this movie: it’s excellent. Goes like this: Ivan (Mark Eydelshteyn), idiot son of a Russian oligarch becomes besotted with New York lap dancer Ani (Mikey Madison) and hires her to be his girlfriend for a week. This is a comedy with a bit (certainly less than I expected) of drama, played beautifully by the two stars plus Ivan’s dad’s hapless Stateside crew (particularly Yura Borisov – I’m presuming I was one of no more than a handful of people watching this thinking ‘Blimey, it’s the Russian dude from Compartment No6!’). 

I feel a combination of the title, the awards noise, and terms like ‘sex work’ and ‘oligarch’ all add up to make Anora sound so much heavier than it really is. This is fun – I didn’t even notice how long it is.

4 Kneecap 

There’s a lot that’s familiar about Kneecap if you’ve watched any post-Trainspotting jokey crime or youth culture or both films (hello Human Traffic! Whatcha Lock Stock! Not to mention, straying into TV, Shameless) from this side of pond. And yet Kneecap works better than almost anything that has gone before. Part of this must be to do with the fact that Kneecap (the Belfast Irish-language hip-hop act) play themselves in Kneecap (the movie.) Now, there’s a long history of people being terrible at playing themselves but Kneecap are Beatles-in-Hard-Day’s-Night good. Plus, there’s the sense of authenticity that comes with their distinctly unHollywood bodies on show. And maybe the biggest differentiator is the utterly sincere message of the film – its celebration and promotion of the Irish language.

The plot is (presumably highly fictionalised – although the archive footage at the end aims to suggest otherwise) an account of the origins and unlikely rise of Kneecap, of how two small-time dealers and a schoolteacher took on the cops, the political establishment and idiot dissident republicans to become at least locally famous. 

Judging from the film, the group’s lyrics are mostly lists of the drugs that they have taken, but the shows seem pretty good. Mo Chara/Liam Óg Ó Hannaidh, in particular, is excellent. Micheal Fassbender pops up to give a bit of heavyweight support as one of the lads’ freedom fighter/terrorist dad. 

Surprisingly ace.

5 The Holdovers

Alexander Payne and Paul Giamatti make a film together for the first time since Sideways. The set-up: grouchy teacher at a boarding school has to spend Christmas looking after handful of boys whose parents are otherwise occupied. Payne’s stated aim is to make a film that’s not just set in the 1970s but could have been made then. I was pretty sceptical early on when it’s clear that the characters will end up learning something about life/people etc, but in the end, it’s consistently funny enough and sharp enough to overcome its sentimental tendencies.

Full review here

6 Poor Things

To me, there seem to have been three stages of Yorgos Lanthimos’ career: critically admired European art-house weirdo, European art-house weirdo making films in English with surprisingly big stars and finally European art-house weirdo making films people who don’t have a MUBI subscription have seen. Stage 3 arrived with The Favourite, which teamed him up with Emma Stone and Aussie playwright/screenwriter Tony McNamara. Those three are back together for Poor Things, an eccentric fable about a child-woman’s adventures and misadventures in Europe at the end of the 19th century. 

In its world creation, Poor Things is reminiscent of the work of a pair of now unfashionable directors: Tim Burton and Terry Gilliam. (I mean, I’m not sure their style is out of favour so much as their behaviour – Gilliam – their associates’ behaviour – Burton – and how long it is since either made a properly good movie?*) it’s a gorgeous film – parts in black & white, parts in colour, both lovely to look at, at least when grotesque stuff isn’t happening on screen. The setting is gently steampunk and firmly art nouveau.

One of the things that makes this very different from a Burton film is the interest in politics  – this is a movie with a good means -of-production joke. If you’ve seen McNamara’s consistently funny and smart TV series The Great, you’ll know how good he is at this stuff. 

Something else The Great doesn’t stint on is sex but even that show feels comparatively tame compared to Poor Things. Put bluntly, film historians have been searching the grubbier corners of their minds to think of a movie in which a major female Hollywood star has as many sex scenes as Emma Stone does here. These are played for comedic effect – we’re not talking something comparable to Sharon Stone (no relation, to my knowledge) in Basic Instinct. But she does spend a lot of time undressed and engaged in what the character calls ‘furious jumping’. 

It’s mannered, it’s weird but ultimately it’s really good. *I drafted this before Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, but I think the point stands.

7 Showing Up

Two things are happening in this film. We’re getting a tour of an arts & craft college in Portland, Oregon, seeing people allowed to be creative in what seems a happy and generally low-pressure, nurturing environment. 

Within this groovy setting, though, Lizzy (Michelle Williams) is having a stressy week: she’s got a sculpture show coming up and hasn’t finished most of the works, her apartment doesn’t have hot water and her landlord/colleague/friend Jo (Hong Chau) says she’s too busy preparing for her own exhibitions to deal with it right now. And that’s just the start of what’s putting Lizzy on edge, although the rest another kind of person could have chosen not to get involved with. 

Showing Up is the fourth film Williams has made with director Kelly Reichardt: it’s less traumatic than Wendy & Lucy and Meek’s Cutoff, and by contrast with Certain Women, it focuses on one character. All of Reichardt’s films are good (if you don’t mind a slow-moving movie), some are just more gentle on the viewer than others. I found Showing Up made me somewhat anxious but the backdrop is calming, and the cast is full of welcome (for me, anyway) presences: Andre Benjamin, Judd Hirsch, James LeGros, John Magaro (the husband in Past Lives). Like most Reichardt films, it’s stuck with me.

8 Drive-Away Dolls

You are duly warned: critical consensus is that this film is a stinker. The view of people I know whose opinions I respect is that this movie sucks. But I went to see it with a friend and we laughed steadily the whole way through, so here (unapologetically) it is.

As far as the filmmakers are concerned, the title of the movie is Drive-Away Dykes. Those filmmakers are Ethan Coen (ie, half of the Coen brothers) and his wife Tricia Cooke. I’m not big on the relevance of biographies of the folks behind films but here it’s probably worth mentioning that when Coen first asked Cooke out on a date she said something like ‘Dude, you know I’m gay, right?’

Drive-Away Dolls/Dykes is a trashy, silly, trippy, extremely dirty road comedy. Gleefully promiscuous Jamie (Margaret Qualley) and her uptight chum Marian (Geraldine Viswanathan) are doing that American thing where instead of renting a car, you drive one across the country to its new owner. But the car they were given has something mysterious in the trunk/boot and soon there are sadistic bad guys on their trail. Assorted improbable things happen, there are some great character actor bits and good cameos.

For context, I was always a fan of the Coens ‘ dafter movies: I love Burn After Reading and like Intolerable Cruelty. Maybe this one just caught me in the right mood. Or maybe everyone else is wrong. Probably not, but maybe…

9 All We Imagine As Light

Prabha (Kani Kusruti) and Anu (Divya Prabha) are flatmates and nurses at a Mumbai hospital. Prabha is the older, serious one, Anu more fun. We see them at work, Prabha helps a friend (Chhaya Kadam) who is fighting eviction from the place she’s lived for two decades and Anu goes on dates with her not-so-secret-secret boyfriend. And that’s pretty much it – this is a film mostly of small moments and strong atmosphere. I worried occasionally it was going to get tubthumpy but it stays smartly away from that, and ends up as a sweetly affecting work. (Worth clarifying that although this was made in India by an Indian director, it’s technically French-Belgian-Luxembourgian-Indian production, so a European arthouse flick rather than a product of Indian film industry.)

10 Babes

For about 10 minutes, I was sceptical that I was going to enjoy this film. It seemed to be assuming that you’d already bought into writer-star Ilana Glazer’s shtick and I hadn’t – Broad City just made me feel old and long stretches of characters just repeating the same word in different ways doesn’t automatically have me in stitches. But I hung in there, and it turns out that Glazer and director Pamela Adlon have created something funny and endearing here.

The elements: it’s like a romcom but about a friendship, it gives us the affluent New York-iness of When Harry Met Sally complete with typeface and score but also lots and lots of stuff about shit, piss and lactation, and the characters take shrooms, which maybe they didn’t in Nora Ephron scripts?

Eden (Glazer) and Dawn (Michelle Buteau) are lifelong besties. At the start of the film, Dawn is married and very pregnant with her second kid while Eden is single. Then she gets knocked up after a one-night stand and decides she wants the kid. Dawn promises to support Eden but that turns out to be not so easy when she’s struggling with two kids. 

This just made me grin a lot…

11 Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

Anya Taylor-Joy ≠ Charlize Theron much as Ewan bloody McGregor ≠ Alec Guinness. The story elements in this prequel are all pretty obvious and there’s noticeably more ropey CGI than in Fury Road. But that’s all ultimately of minor importance for two reasons. 

The first is that the Mad Max world remains endlessly imitated but never remotely matched in its collection of strange inhabitants – so many movies and TV shows try to do this and become instantly exhausting*, but in George Miller’s saga they are vivid and fascinating.  

The second is no one has ever made vehicle-under-attack sequences as thrilling as the ones in Fury Road and now in Furiosa. Whenever we’re racing across a scorched landscape in mutant trucks, cars and bikes, all is bliss. 

*A rare exception is a terrific Korean film called The Good, The Bad & The Weird, which is so much better than the title suggests.

12 Hundreds Of Beavers

Truly like nothing else out there, Hundreds Of Beavers Is almost entirely dialogue-free (but emphatically not soundless), black & white and set in a partially animated landscape.  The many animals are played by people in primary-school-level costumes.* The obvious reference points are silent comedy and Looney Tunes cartoons although I also thought of Benny Hill, Michel Gondry and Wallace and Grommet. 

Our protagonist is an enthusiastic drinker trying to survive in somewhere in the snowy North American wilderness in the 18th or 19th century. His early attempts to hunt beavers, rabbits and fish are Elmer Fudd hapless. I was wondering how they would get a 1 hour 48 minute movie out of this, but a few more characters and bits of story are added although it remains pretty simple.

I think if you stumbled on this unknowingly, you might be baffled. But just the title is enough to alert most people that something weird is on the menu if not what flavour of weird. And for those in the right mindset, this will be a delight. *Probably the only way someone as sappy as I am could enjoy a film in which vast numbers of animals are killed. 

13 The Book Of Clarence

Would I claim that this is a film that works consistently? Very much not. It’s definitely hit-and-miss, but for me it hit more than it missed, and stuck with me after I’d seen it. I can see why it baffles people – it’s part stoner comedy, part anachronistic but sincere Biblical parable. So we’re in Jerusalem 33CE… but our main character, Clarence (LaKeith Stanfield) is a small-time pot dealer. Needing a rapid cash injection, Clarence grasps that the boom industry of the moment is religious sects and so sets himself up as a prophet. 

I get that the first reference people are going to grab for is Life Of Brian. But I think director Jeymes Samuel’s view on all this is radically different from a bunch of hideously self-satisfied Oxbridge types (sorry, I have always loathed Monty Python). A lot (though not all) of the religious stuff is weirdly earnest – Samuel feels like he’s figuring stuff out rather than wanting to prove how clever he is. 

But think what I really like about this film is its vibe – the look, the music, the costumes and the attitude Stanfield brings. As I said, it’s a bit of a mess, but it’s a mess that I ended up liking so much more than a lot of films that undoubtedly ‘objectively’ better. 

Full review here

PS: I saw Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl on 2 January, so after I'd published this. If I'd seen it in time, it would definitely be somewhere in the top 10. The 2023 list

The 2022 list

The 2021 list

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𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝!

My name is “Dreamii Krybaby” but you can simply call me “Dreamii” or “Krybaby” or “Kry”

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[death-in-a-handbasket]

Omgggg…..so guess what. My brilliant mind conjured up some..thoughts….and Richard sterling x butler reader like just imagine it, reader can’t say much to him the most they can do is like a few passing comments and not just that they rely on Richard sterling for their literal job

godddd the power imbalance here is IMMACULATE....having to keep in perfect social graces so you don't lose your job but the need to snap back at his bitchass is so strong.....

he can order you around but also if you have freaky freaky sex with him you now have insane blackmail that he is fucking the butler 🤌

imagine also using your proximity to him to also spy on him n shit...ooga booga pardon me while I watch the man of the house change clothes, I am merely a servant therefore I am totally not here but also I am watching that man's impeccable form

[athanasius-symposium-afterdark]

Orpheus x Richard x Luca

Rated Explicit | Warnings: mention of fauxcest, drugs, orphy mean, somnophilia, crossdressing, trans!luca

“So expected of you, Sir Sterling.” The lighting in the room seems to miss the upper part of the face of the Novelist, the way those brown eyes have a slight hint of purple in them— Must be a trick of the light or the drugs within Richard’s system, yes, there is no possible way the fine gentleman has the devil in those eyes.

“Presenting you with a fantasy and you so quickly snatch it.”

His seat is at the foot of the bed, the room is nothing like small dormitory rooms. This is the master bedroom and grants Orpheus more space for one side is his writing and library section and a covered other side of the room, not seen when at the door, is the laboratory set and cabinet of bottles with strange liquids.

“Your princess, who you searched for long to find… And your first act is,” Eyes going to the young man who lays under the knight, the green dress lifted and partly torn, the face still peaceful. Good, the sleeping drug is potent. “Taking advantage of her sleeping body.” A chuckle dark and rich, “How fitting to the story of Sleeping Beauty.”

“Shut up.” Out of breath, “You know nothing!” Spoken while Richard is fucking his *sister*, “Wake up, wake up, my Emily.”

The eyes roll as Orpheus watches Richard continue to fuck not the poor, *poor*, sister but the one called Prisoner. At least, Richard was sensible enough in his illusions to not just stick his cock into a cunt. There was time, gentleness, and even a shy love towards Luca, well, *Emily*. The combination of a medium dosage, hypnosis, and the pathetic mind of the Knight created this.

Not that Orpheus using Luca had added to the illusion.

“Such a dull character,” Going back to his journal as he writes ideas for a short story collection to add to the library in the manor. “A background character is not worth a sentence. You are too *predictable*.”

Norton Campbell though has a typical background of the common working man, he is one many can relate to and even become attached to. Melly Plinius, is a woman who killed her husband to be free; women understand oppression and being a shadow of their husbands.

Frederick Kreiburg, is a sad story of the fall from grace and damnation at birth.

Alice DeRoss… A story with twists, betrayal, and discovery. A heroine, an inspirational and compelling character with an ending that is unclear.

Then there is Orpheus, a villain and unreliable narrator of these doomed stories.

“It would be a shame to have your princess find herself in love with another. Perhaps a dragon hunter or perhaps a demon king?”

“No!” Richard grabbed and pulled the unconscious body close to his chest, “She is mine!” Seems the broken little boy under the armor of steel is peeking out. Sweaty, hair everywhere, vest partly open; they are positioned to face the Novelist. A dull show of fauxcest, the most this scene will entertain is a dark romance enjoyer; but the male lead is dull.

“Then you best bare the very depths of your soul, Richard Sterling. Your princess is at stake.”

[lumenwoodd]

I love you in every universe.. 🥹🥹❤️

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hii, i was new to this blog and then saw ur request were open! I've read two of your Richard fics and they were so amazing that leaving me brain rotting for days:')

Can i request a Richard x yan!princess!reader ? It could be anything! Smut, fluff, ... Base on your mood when writting

(more fauxcest and toxic Richard plsplsplsss)

*Mwah* 💋

I did my best with this

Rated Explicit | Warnings: reader likes matty but richard is cockblocking, fauxcest

The sound of objects being thrown or crashing onto the floor or wall, the scream of pain from the young lady of the house is followed by the calm voice of the young master of the house.

“You ruined everything!” You scream at him as you throw your jewelry chest at him, “Now he is going to hate me! Why couldn't you just shut up!” Angry crying, “I hate you!” Hitting his armored chest as your brother moves towards you and falls onto his knees as you fall to the floor wailing in misery. “I was going to be happy with him…” Hiccuping as you cry your heart out to your brother, “I made sure everything was perfect… I was perfect!”

The White King Matthias, you went up and beyond yourself to carefully gain his attention. For a time, everything was working out and you knew there was going to be a marriage proposal… Until Richard ruined everything! You now will never be able to see King Matthias, you just wanted to be able to love him!

“Why must you ruin my life!?” Hitting his chest as he keeps hugging you, “I love him! I love the king!”

Richard says nothing, you cannot see the shadow over his face or how his red eye glows, his grip slightly tightening. “You do not need him, princess.” Holding your upper arms as he pushes you back so you can look at him. “Give me your love, my princess.” His hold on you is firm as smiles at you with wild eyes you have never seen before. “My devotion will exceed any lover or king.”

You are confused, “You're my brother… I don't want you.”

Richard looks hurt, even going as far as to turn his head as his expression turns to one of pain, “Princess.”

“Richard, though we are not of blood… I only see you as my brother. I'm sorry. This wouldn't be possible.” Putting a hand on the side of his face to try to get him to look at you, “I can forgive you though if you make amends with the king! Please, explain that your actions were out of concern for me.”

He nuzzles your hand, “Hah, oh dear princess.” Chuckling as he leads his head on your hand and his face is back on you, “Why would I give a short-sighted king what belongs to me?”

You go tense, “Richard…?” Drawing back your hand.

“Princess,” Suddenly pushing you onto the floor, “Accept my love.”

[jendoe]

ockiss 23 💘 jen doe x frankie sterling (@phillipsgraves!)

wc: 524

Frankie was having a bad day.

Then again, when wasn't he? It seemed that every time Richard called him into the office, his day immediately went down the drain and right now, all he was looking forward to was climbing under the covers to hide. He loosened the suffocating tie his father preferred he wore for business meetings, allowing him to breathe better, as he climbed the steps to his and Jen's front door.

It opened before he could fish his keys out of his pocket. Jen had clearly been waiting for him to return, Kai resting on her hip, and she leaned up to meet him for a kiss. He smiled against her lips. Exactly what he needed after a long, hard day.

"Hi honey," he said with a soft, fond laugh, taking their son from her. He pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, delighting in the baby babble he gets in return. Just being with them, he already felt better. "You two miss me?"

"Always," Jen said, and she laughed, too. "He did good today, though. I'd say that's an improvement over the hours of screaming he did the last time you had to leave for something."

He held Kai up to look him in the eye. "That separation anxiety's a bitch, huh?"

"He takes after you," Jen said, gesturing for him to hand him back. She held him close to her chest once he was in her arms again. "Remember that first competition you had where I couldn't come with you? That phone bill was something else."

Frankie clicked his tongue. "Bully."

"Love you," was all she had to say in return, as she headed towards the kitchen. He followed after her, now noticing how good the house smelled, and she seemed to guess what he was thinking, as she continued. "I made your favorite dumplings. I figured you would need a pick me up."

"You know me too well," he said, peering into a pot on the stove while she busied herself with getting Kai settled in his high chair. She'd made his favorite soup, too, and briefly, he wondered what he did to deserve such an amazing person. "Hey, Jen?"

She glanced at him, brows raised. "Yeah, babe?"

"I love you so much."

That got a laugh out of her. "And here I thought I was just a bully."

He shook his head and moved away from the stove to pull her in by her waist. "No, you're the best wife I could ask for," he said, a little dramatically just to get his point across. He leaned in for another kiss, full of love and longing from being apart from her for so long. "Seriously."

"Hey, I already made you your favorite food." Her laugh made his chest ache, but in a good way, which was a welcome change from how he'd felt all day. "You don't need to butter me up."

"Ah, but maybe I do," Frankie said, and he kissed all over her face. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

Jen melted in his arms, still giggling softly. "I love you, too."

[weeping-statue]

YOU ARE ONTO SOMETHINGG

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I GOT THIS LEMME COOK🫶

“I Don’t Care What You Think As Long As It’s About Me.”

I don’t care- fallout boy

Richard Sterling x AFAB!Reader

A little long 😔 also Richard fans please!!! Lemme know if this is good!!! I need feedback guys cause then I just think my work is buns😞

Positive and negative (politely) feedback is appreciated 🫶

So from what I saw, or should I say what we saw, we definitely know he’s a manipulator.

For whatever reason, you caught his eye, probably because you had money, but anyways, he knew he had to have you. All to himself. He doesn’t like to share. And he doesn’t play nice.

It started off gently with flirty lines and kind gestures to mask what he was really planning. And you almost could tell. He had this feeling to him that something just wasn’t right. But he was kind and surely you were just overthinking.

Spoiler, you were wrong.

So wrong.

He had approached you one day after he felt like he had done enough for you to favor him, and confessed. Reaching his hand out to you.

“Ah my dear, you’re special.. and I must have you. Please, give me your hand, let me court you properly.”

But you declined, respectfully, it didn’t feel right.

Richard looked at you a little stunned. What..? You were supposed to say “yes.” Not “no.” What was wrong with you? He had done so much to make you fall and you’ve declined him? This.. no he wasn’t going to stand for this. He grabbed the nearest object and whacked you in the head with it. Hard enough for you to black out.

When you awoken dazed and confused, with a pounding headache. You saw him brushing your hair with his fingers. A light ‘comforting’ smile sketched on his face. You couldn’t remember much, and looked at him with those curious eyes, asking him what had happened. To which he answered,

“Just a little tumble, my love. When I couldn’t catch you in time, I was devastated. But that doesn’t matter anymore, you’re fine now, and we are in due time to be joined in matrimony.”

You nodded and leaned into his touch. He seemed to care about you, and with your current situation you had to trust him. For now.

Months had gone by and you hadn’t a clue you were saddled in a relationship made of lies.

Richard during this definitely acted a tad suspicious. Either love bombing you or keeping you at an odd distance. Getting overly paranoid and possessive when any males come by you. Simple conversations or not. He’d have rules in place for you, making you heavily dependent on him. Though when he’d get annoyed he’d push you away without a second thought, not apologizing.

What a confusing(red flag)guy

So finally here is where the song comes into play <3

Richard was acting a bit more paranoid than usual. Biting his lip till it bled, pulling at his hair, biting his nails, and mumbling to himself as he stalked you from a distance. He watched as you and Kevin hung out, talking aimlessly about the previous matches. He was flirty and touchy, and loud, and obnoxious. Something that didn’t belong around you. You, in his eyes, were something from the heavens. You deserved better. You deserved him. In a moment of paranoia and anger he came from the shadows he hid in and grabbed you by the arm, whisking you away. Closing the door to the nearest room which happened to be the library. His hands gripping your shoulders as slammed you against the books, leaning down with a crazed look, mumbling to you,

“Say my name and his in the same breath. I dare you to say they taste the same. How he can compare to me. He doesn’t love you, not like I do. He’s a no good, scoundrel, liar and fiend. Unworthy of your attention. These friends you have, don’t love you. They only love your generosity.”

For the rest of the day you were attached to him and he didn’t let you out of his sight for a moment. Even taking it as far to move into your room for the night. Claiming he didn’t trust the people in the manor.

All while poor Kevin was so confused😞

Sorry Kevin, your no fiend <3

trust ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

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Sorry Kevin lovers for doing your man like that😞 BUT let me have redemption if you bring me a Kevin fic idea..? Or.. perchance headcanons..? ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

[magknightidv]

Richard sterling x prince (hunter) reader. I really like the classics 😒. I also think it would be a cute dynamic

Uh, one second while I just- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.

Alr thank you for your time I'll get to writing now :3 I'm going out on a limb and guessing you want a male reader and not a gender neutral reader, but lmk if you want me to rewrite it for that.

Disobedience.

(Was written before I gained better understanding of his character so he may be ooc)

Masterlist

Warnings: Nothing you wouldn't expect of an Idv fanfic ig. Swearing, Mentions of aggression. (They kinda hate eachother through the first bit but trust the process), Fluff :3

Info: I originally intended to go for headcanons and then short little drabbles.. but ig this is what you get when you're hit with horrific brainrot for one character. [WRITTEN BEFORE HIS OFFICIAL RELEASE, I DONT REMEMBER IF PEOPLE LEAKED HIS ABILITIES SO IM KEEPING THAT DESCRIPTION MINIMAL]

Richard Sterling x Male! Hunter! Prince! Reader

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This Manor isn't to my liking. Too small. Compact. Nobody listens to me either. Disrespectful little rats. Have they no idea who I am?

Have I really been forgotten by the world that quickly? Surely not. Sister would not have let that happen, I'm sure. Of the entire family, she loved me. She saw me. She saw me as I am, not as the misconceptions they've had of me since the day I was born.

My eyelids finally force themselves open as the curtains of the room I've been placed in are pushed open by an unremarkable face I will likely never remember. Nobody of importance, however, the woman bows and makes a swift exit as she meets my eyes. She had quickly muttered something along the lines of "Breakfast is ready to be served."

Hm. Food didn't seem to even get a rise out of me anymore. The thought having lost its appeal after my incident. Court of fools. Court of shrivelled cocks and frog faced women. Neither appealing yet praised as though they are Gods greatest gifts. Can't even protect their prince from something as simple-minded as poisons in his meals. I suppose I should make an appearance before my "games" today, see who I am to be matched against to begin with.

The newest survivors are often who I am matched with as I am a new hunter. The Lady Nightingale, as I have learned to refer to her as, has insisted that it is the best way for us to adapt to our situation. The Fire Investigator seems particularly taken by the poor burnt Puppet man. Ms Mora, although sometimes able to fool me, often lacks the correct facilities to correctly defend herself against me. However, the role that catches my eye upon the list of survivors I am to play against is The "Knight". A name not seen by the other hunters, according to Mr Desaulnier. He claims to have heard whispers amongst the staff attending to us all but he merely thought it to be just rumours and gossip. Of all the Hunters, Joseph Desaulnier has been the best example of what a friend is in this sort of situation. He has been respectful and taught me the ropes all he asks in return is my reciprocated respect.

My eyes scan over the heads of the survivors currently nearby, all familiar faces in a sense. Although I have not been here long, I am aware of the majority of the survivors present in the manor and their general styles. Nothing out of the ordinary, I suppose.

♡♡♡

I have vague memories of a handful of matches I've played in this place. The Red Church. Lots of walls and the main church building is rather open, often a cipher placed on there making the chase for the survivors slightly harder if they do not get enough distance in time. My goal for this match, however, is not to find my usual survivors. I understand them, I wish to study the new puzzling enigma that is the "Knight".

An odd sort of sight is given to us hunters that allows us to see the machines being worked on. Slight shakes on multiple at once, its only a matter of figuring out which would be best to go to. Church it is. Whoever is there, regardless of it being the one I want or not will likely try to pass off the kite to another as there was a sudden switch of the journalist to the composer. I am more likely to find one of their decoders but one can only hope to be so lucky.

As I make my way to the church an odd figure is there to greet me. He looks up from the machine in shock and takes a defensive stance, this allows me to get a better view of the man. His hair is long and perhaps considered unneat but in a charming sort of way. He wears an outfit that exudes the very concept of nobility to a high level most of my fathers court could not even pull off. His face is angular and a beauty mark sits below his lips to his right side. He regains his composure as he realises I am not here to attack him. The church is quiet as a cipher is finished most likely by the composer in the far corner. Aside from the large popping noise it makes nothing is said between us, not until he decides to open his lips.

"Are you not the one sent to hunt us all? I am I truly so intimidating that you have become incomplete." Stern words, harsh even but it does not bother me as it is the sort of taunting I have received many times through my time. His eyes narrow viciously. Two colours? I would not have noticed had I not taken this time to study him, his left eye a stony blue colour and his right, a deep brown with green tints in both. At this point to have been able to see this I have since gotten closer subconsciously. As though drawn to his prescense. I catch myself before i get too caught up in it all however.

"I am the Prince. Your Prince. Show more respect, if you truly deem yourself to be an honourable knight." He seems to smirk at my title and his confidence only appears to double.

"So a spoiled brat, demanding obedience as though all around are his new pet puppy dogs?" He's trying to get a reaction. His arrogance is almost reflective of my own however he must have a means to be doing this or is it simply for his own pleasure, as my reason had been to observe. "How rude. You are no Prince of mine, not until you prove it. So, shall we dance, Your Grace?"

My composure slips at the words and I feel the angered snear take over my features, my stance becomes more offensive and I begin to hastily move towards the cocky man. "Speak not of being a brat. You're disobedience will get you nowhere but a chair back to the manor."

The chase was not as long as I was expecting, I suppose he truly was arrogant in his abilities today. Time will tell if he masters his skills. A tie was all I could manage with the hinderance the Knights and my initial meeting gave me. I am forever grateful that the Faro Lady believes she can be a rescuer with her ability, a terrorshock is all it takes.

The Knight appears to want to become my antithesis. So that is all he shall be. An idea abstracted from my own and strange.

☆☆☆

- After the first meeting they appear to be forced together through consistent matches against one another or rumors spreading that the two knew eachother prior to the manor.

- False rumors but you suppose it is not completely unreasonable that a prince and a knight, or so his name claims him to be, to be closer than other roles within the manor.

- He says little to others, and when he does it is often sickeningly sweet words. Sugarcoated truths made to seem like the words are kinder than they are just to draw others in.

- few had fallen for it so he had abandoned such a tactic in favour of bothering you in some form.

- be it in matches, his improvement in the way he moves through each map having improved significantly. Easily gliding past obstacles and dodging your skills. A real pest.

- Tension seems to continuously rise with no seeming resolve in sight. That is until one day you walk past the music room.

- Expecting the violinist on the other side of the door as the melody continues on, only to be met with the closed eyes of the Knight as he plays a somber tune.

- You go unnoticed until the end of the song, a smile forming on your face. His eyes flash open as though some otherworldly being made him aware of your presence.

- A silent understanding forms between the two of you. As though no words were ever needed between the two of you, simply because you both understood.

- The tension dissipates within seconds.

- You and the "Knight" seem to find a deeper understanding of eachother over time. He learns of your past and attempts to sympathise with your unjust demise, while he shares stories of his past before the loss of his family.

- He wishes to find his 'sister' but as time passes he finds himself drawn to you, wishing never to leave your side.

- That is exactly what he does. He takes the role of a true Knight that protects his master, although he still has a tongue as sharp as a blade and swift wit that goes completely unmatched by most others in the manor.

- He cannot seem to ever truly listen to your commands, but suppose it is the thought that counts.

---- fin.

OKAY I LOWKEY FELT I WAS WAFFLING ON AND FORGOT WHAT I WAS WRITING, I DIDNT EVEN ADD SOME OF THE STUFF I WANTED TO CAUSE MY TIMES FOR WRITING WERE SO CLUNKY BUT HEY I GOT IT DONE EVENTUALLY!!

(Not proof read, I'll go back and get that done lol)