#the original two are already *chef kiss*
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Ted Lasso S02E05 Rainbow || Ted Lasso S03E01 Smells Like Mean Spirit
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#Ted Lasso#Theodore Lasso#Jason Sudeikis#Coach Beard#Brendan Hunt#*mine: gif#Ted Lasso spoilers#music#I really enjoyed Ted cleaning up his flat *chef's kiss*#I have two more ideas that feel original but I have a feeling one of these ideas will be posted#the TL giffing feels a bit saturated which is great but I have seen this one scene giffed quite a few times#don't get me wrong it is a great scene but I start feeling personally as a gifmaker that I don't want to add to that#so I'm less likely to make gifs of scenes I've seen already giffed. I don't want to feel like I'm copying anyone....#I need to get on the reblogging of all the new season gifsets for sure#there's no way I can be quick with the making of gifsets#I still want to do my JS series but I don't have time to go over the whole episode this weekend#I'll have to do a back to back E01 and E02 since my quarter ends on Tuesday#also is that last gif too dark or just right...I want back and forth and just keep my old style with it
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Seeing the new information about Life is Strange: Double Exposure as a Max / Warren fan
#WE DONT EVEN GET THE OPTION NO ACKNOWLEDGE OUR ROMANCE PREFERENCE#i jest i jest#rn im on the camp of “it would be very sucky if Max and Chloe broke up if you pick the bae ending”#I have no interest in new romance options thank you very much#the original two are already *chef kiss*#also before I get flamed - I do ship Chloe / Max#I just prefer Chloe with Rachel and Max with Warren#double exposure#life is strange#max caulfield#shio speaks
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Writers: We can't do it. We can't make Tantai Jin/Ming Ye any cooler. We have officially maxed out his coolness level.
Writers: LET'S MAKE SAN JIU THE COOLEST THING EVER INSTEAD!!!!
#I actually watched episodes 17-19 two days ago but I was so tired afterwards I forgot to post this. >.<#I also didn't have much to say about episode 15 other than that Ming Ye and his double having silver and gold dragonscale cuffs respectively#was another massively cool detail that they didn't need to include but they did!#And I'm sure everyone and their great-grandmother is already talking about episode 16!#Till the End of the Moon#original#P.S. Did anyone else get hecka turned on by Sang Jiu the devil?#Because uh ... not to be gay on main but. I definitely want to be Tantai Jin and be on Sang Jiu.#But even if you're not gay for her. the red eyes? the cool way she kills her enemies? the lightening? *chef's kiss!*
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#my presentation went okay#but now that that's over with:#AAAAAAAAH THE NEW EC COVER SLAPS SO HARD#i already loved the original and this was just * chef's kiss *#i'll relax now and watch the recording arte did of ec's show at hellfest#....... still debating getting a friday ticket for full force because it's miw ec and annisokay but money y'know 🙃#and only like 4 hrs of sleep for two days in a row#'but you don't have to stay for the dj sets' i paid for them so i will stay for them#i'm so happy that i'll get to see two of my three favourite alexs this week :)#instantly makes up for the past week and the shitty start of the week
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DUKEDOM!141 AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🙏🙏🙏🙏 (/nf please and thank you :])
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Enjoy!! :D
Something all of them like to do is doll you up, and it becomes almost a private little routine between you and them.
John, as your husband (can you tell I love referring to him like this?), steadily takes control of deciding what you wear for the day even long before your request. It’s something that just… happens. He comes into your bedroom early in the mornings, and your maids scatter away to leave you both be with little giggles, excited at the prospect of you two finally getting ‘close’.
John doesn’t care for them. He greets you with a soft good morning (a few weeks later, he���d greet you the same but would gently caress your face with the back of his hand, the touch so gentle despite his roughened skin. It makes you into a blushing mess, though you tell yourself it’s just so that the peeking maids won’t suspect anything) and then goes straight to your closet, sweeping through the rows and rows of delicate, soft dresses with a discerning eye to select what attire you’ll wear for the day.
Of course, he does ask you what you feel like wearing, how you feel today in general, where you plan on going or meeting- everything to ensure the dress he’ll choose for you would be perfect. John doesn’t wait to see you in the dress, though.
He knows he’ll be seeing you all adorned and dressed up later, when you come down to dine with him. He can compliment you and pat himself on the back, then.
If he makes sure to match his cufflinks with the colors you are wearing, it will simply make whoever notice it think you two are such a lovely couple. And he still hopes that your maids will accidentally not tighten or cover up your hemline just so he can fix it himself for you.
John aside, Kyle takes care of your hair and jewelry. He makes you sit on the vanity, still alone and with none of your maids around, and then he begins the tender ritual of brushing your hair (if it’s not too curly for daily brushings). His hands, warm and careful and gentle, would then take care of oiling each strand. No oils or butters have been spared in the efforts of tending to you, and Kyle himself often turns the routine into a simple, but so effective, head massage session for you.
(Later, Kyle wonders what he needs to say and do to take over the job of the maids who help you bathe. You are always complimenting how good his hands feel on your hair, and he can show you how much better he is at using them for your body.)
Johnny eventually begins doing your makeup, on certain occasions. Once the truth comes out, the two of you are closer, and on one night, he tells you about his big family, his sisters and how they’d make him and his brothers help them get ready for events and parties.
It’s a simple question born out of your curiosity- what’s the makeup like where you were born, Johnny?- that has him in your bedroom often now, the other chefs taking care of the kitchen while his hands, clean and gentle, dab creams and whatnot on your face so delicately- like you are one of the cupacakes he decorates for your tea time.
He wants to kiss you so badly. You look so pretty like this, eyes closed and expression peaceful, patient and so trustful of his ministrations. He really, really wants to kiss you and see if the lipstick he’d applied on your pretty lips tastes as sweet as it smells.
Simon, though, is the one who slowly begins adding more and more to your dresses. John already supplies you with so much, but Simon is the one largely in charge of the silk and fabric importation and he knows well what styles will be popular next season, what styles will looks better on you and which colors suit you best. It’s not just dresses, but also matching fabrics and ribbons to go in your hair for when Kyle or your maids style, and for your pretty neck during more casual tea parties.
Not occasionally seeing you in the dresses he sends doesn’t bother him; you will be spoiling the others with the sight, and he can listen to them thank him in several ways afterwards and rest with the thought of you all dolled up, happy and thriving with them.
#cod#cod x reader#cod x you#tf 141 x reader#tf 141#tf 141 x you#cod imagines#john price x reader#poly!141 x reader#noona.writes#noona.asks#noona.posts#ghost x reader#soap x reader#gaz x reader#ghost x you#kyle gaz x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#call of duty x reader#poly 141#simon ghost riley x you#johnny soap mctavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#kyle gaz garrick x you
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stubborn heart ch. 8
yan!capitano x wife!reader
summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.
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Wife,
The mission is going smoother than previously expected. Expect my presence to be back in the late evening.
You read it over again and again and again. For a moment, you even wondered if your mind was playing tricks on you.
He's coming back already?!?! It's only been two days!!
“What does it say?”
You looked to Atri, “he says he’ll be back tonight-“
Atri clapped her hands at the news, “how wonderful! You must be happy!”
“Happy..?”
“Well, originally he said he would be gone a week or two, yes? It must make you happy that your husband is coming home sooner than later!”
“O-oh well…,” your voice trailed off causing Atri to sigh.
“You know y/n, you have to start acting like a wife at some point. Typically, the wife is happy when her husband comes home, you know?”
“Right,” you said. I need to start acting like a wife!
“Also…”
“Hmm?”
Atri grinned mischievously, “maybe he can help you with your little problem in bed.”
“Atri!”
You lightly whacked her on the arm as she burst into fits of giggles. Your cheeks burned hot as you tried to calm yourself down. Honestly, this made of yours was going to kill you.
“Ignoring that last part,” you grumbled, “what does a wife do anyway? You know, to prepare for her husband coming home.”
Atri immediately brightened at your question as she took a hold of your hands, “I’m glad you asked! Come! We have a lot to do!”
You let yourself get pulled around as Atri basically scuttled about the manor in a frenzy. She fixed your hair, got you into a nice dress, and even took you to the kitchen so you both could help the head chef make a few dishes. You were glad for distraction because despite wearing the nice dress, it felt like you were working as a maid again in the Hearth.
By the time you both were done with your preparations, it was already late into the evening. Capitano would be home at any moment.
Atri was quick to take your hand and drag you to the front door when a carriage could be heard outside, A horse thumping it’s hooves against the ground.
“What’s next,” you asked with a bit of panic in your voice.
“You greet him, silly,” Atri giggled as she went to stand off to the side and bowed her head with her hands clasped in front of her which left you awkwardly standing in front of the door.
Greet him how?!
Before you could ask, the door opened. The hinges creeked, and the cool winter wind blanketed you instantly as a light snow fall started to cascade into the entrance of your new home.
Steadying your heart, you bowed to the harbinger who entered, the door instantly shutting behind him.
“Welcome home, husband.”
Your voice was shaky, uneven. It was obvious that you were nervous. Maybe even a little scared, but luckily Capitano didn’t comment on it. Instead, he reached for you and grabbed a hold of your chin, his gloved fingertips were cold to the touch as he lifted your chin, tilting your head back which was when you noticed how close he was.
And time seemed to stand still as he reached with his free hand to unclip his helmet before lifting it from his face.
You could feel your heart beat quicken when he leaned down towards you and slotted his lips against yours, but just like before he pulled away all too quickly.
“What- what was that for,” you managed to ask as he let go of your chin.
“A husband and wife greet each other with a kiss when one comes home. I am merely fulfilling that duty just as you had done greeting me at the door.”
Putting his helmet back on, he walked past you, and you stood there for a moment before Atri waved to you to get your attention.
Glancing at her, she jutted her thumb towards the direction of the dining hall where Capitano was headed.
Right. Dinner is next.
Like clockwork, you followed after the harbinger. Your legs barely being able to match his long stride as he made it to the dining room before you. And just as you made it to the table to sit down with him, he spoke to you again.
“Did you find any books you wanted?”
You were caught off guard, but calmed yourself quickly, “I found a few…”
“That edge in your voice says otherwise,” he stated causing you to flinch. Of course he would be able to see right through you.
“Well…, you see. I did find a few books that I really wanted, but I also did something quite stupid.”
Deep down you knew that you wouldn’t be able to hide it, and Capitano was the type to find the truth if you weren’t going to tell him everything. You could see it even with his mask on.
“Something stupid?”
“Yes…, I was recommended some books by the cashier, but what I didn’t realize was that she had actually recommended and sold me some.. uhm… dirty books…”
You felt absolutely terrible. To be honest, a part of you wished that you just up and tossed the books instead of keeping them.
“Wife.”
“Y- yes?”
“Not knowing something or making a mistake is not something you should feel embarrassed or ashamed about, especially if it is something you are not aware of or something that no one bothered to explain to you beforehand.”
His words echoed in your head as you finally picked up your gaze from your lap to look at his face.
“But-“
“I am not arguing you about this.”
Playing with your hands in your lap you spoke up anyway, “but what if I don’t know other things that I should know about?”
“Like what?”
It felt like he finally looked at you as if he wasn’t expecting you to talk back to him, but it wasn’t like you were, you were just asking a question.
“What if I don’t even know how to do the things described in those books? Or what consummating really entails?”
“Then I’ll just have to show you.”
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#genshin impact#genshin#yandere capitano#yandere capitano x reader#yandere capitano x you#yandere capitano x y/n#capitano x reader#capitano x you#capitano x y/n#capitano#genshin capitano#genshin yandere capitano
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Hahaha okay rant about this amazing fanfic (you probably heard of this one already but still)
So whenever it comes to explaining and writing under my posts I just get lazy but I need to push through this cuz I need to talk
So the fanarts were made for the lmk fanfiction sunbreak, that a lot of you (probably mostly shadowpeach shippers) had read, and it is amazing, I read trough it as fast as my brain let me and as you can see it has pleasantly scratched my brain so much so that I even (attempted) to make fanart for it
Ngl if I wasn't a major pussy I would try to illustrate the whole thing or make covers for each chapter but Im unable to work on something more than 2 hours and I would want those to look good, but good looking art (if I don't mess up) takes 6 hours ughh--- annoying much---
Anyways I'm not good with literature but man is this fix a masterpiece *chefs kiss* its everything its amazing, I was unable to put it down once I started it
Okay i dont think I have the brain capacity to explain how much I worship the writer of this masterpiece @ladygreenfrisbee , so i'm just going to talk about the drawings a tad
So first picture with Red Son and MK its sort of like an au in the fic where the whole lbd plot is somehow nonexistent and after Macaque gets to his sisters domain they settle down and raise the kids together without much of an issue aside from assassinations keep happening and trying not to get in trouble with the heavens
Id like to think that Gongzhu still wouldn't let the court tailors to put any form of red or gold on MKs outfits and only allowed the yellow after when MK was old enough to declare that yellow was his favorite color, but even now she would insist on some form of purple and shadow motives to let others know who the mother is
We also got baby MK and toddler Red Son and sassy LIF and Mac
Third pic with the lion: I don't know what it was or why but I just love general Song so much--- he's a major dickhead but sgvshshsevkdididhr (actually I kinda love all the original characters in this one, from the generals to the old lady in the beginning of the book, (gosh I also wanna draw some scenes from those chapters I loved how Mac and she interacted hshsjsj))
so chapter 34 was probably my favorite so far I re read it about two more times cuz it was amazing to see Macaque being the schemer he is and try to piss of Song lol
Last picture: its a sketch/a wip or whatever (probably not going to finish it but im still putting it there cuz its somewhat decent looking)
Its the part where Wukong remembered of Macaque finally finding him and asking for him to come back to flower fruit mountain.
I tried to make Macaque look more unhinged on this one but since I didn't finish it I dont think its that noticable so fuck that but I also gave him a halo like the saints to symbolise his suffering and what not (thought it looked cool and fitting think whatever you want about it lol)
And that all ((((hollly mother))))
If you read this trough, thank you and congrats👏👏
#clown does art#lego monkey kid#lmk sunbreak#sunbreak#shadowpeach#lmk macaque#six eared macaque#lmk mk#lmk red son#fanfiction#lmk#lmk pif#princess iron fan
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imagineee, aquarium dates with rin. LIKE, SEEING JELLYFISHES AND SHARKS AND CUTE TURTLES WITH OUR RINNIE?? perfecto *chefs kiss*. until you encounter a boy who strayed away from his teacher during their fieldtrip, and starts to tag along with you both. he likes rin but nags you so much?? wow, unfair! anyway, that's all, thank you @rinnstars !! mwa mwa !!
( i got this idea from the C-drama "When I Fly Towards You". the aquarium scene in episode 9 where they happened to be babysitters until the boy was brought back to his teacher and classmates. + please make this in the original timeline. highschool sweethearts with rinrin ( 16 or 17 ) >3< )
sea you with me!
aquarium dates with you
itoshi rin x reader: mainly from rin’s pov, fluff, a little bit of crack, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated
notes: HIIII anon!!!! YES OFCCCC<333 fun fact is that i have never been to one but i hope it’s still sort of accurate TT spent my lesson break for this I JUST GOT A LITTLE EXCITED… just a little!!!! <3 dwww i read ur other part of req tooo although its in the bonus section ish !! <333
holding your hand in the midst of the crowd that forms around different section of glasses featuring different sea creature - from translucent-like jellyfish that practically shines underneath the blue shimmering light above it hovering around, from green turtles that floats around slowly serenely right next and in contrast to the shark that seem to bare its teeth to show its glory to the people looking in awe. he thinks hes lovesick when he sees that and glance at the reflection of you and him, so reminiscent of those sea creatures - with you being as ethereal and breath-taking as the jellyfish as you smile and him being the sharks being placed on display in a separate tank right beside yours in contrast the same way he frowns and grimaces and glares at others.
really, he thinks he doesn’t quite fit the atmosphere - filled with other students with their friends cheerily taking pictures of one another in front of each glass panel with their digicam (that’s inside his pocket if you ever ask for it), filled with noisy kids that yelp and tug at their parents shirt as they attempt to navigate the already-crowded area, filled with people that dress picture-perfect and light to match the atmosphere in contrast to his black jacket hiding his school uniform. and again, he is reminded of his own lovesickness - forgoing a lazy after school hang out with you right in his bedroom playing yours and his favourite song whilst eating food from that cafe he knows youre practically addicted to simply because you asked him to, without any pleadings or begging. yet, don’t get him wrong, hes having fun here although not in the traditional sense - he enjoys seeing you point and brighten up when you see a fish that just catches your attention as you skip right to it, he enjoys feeling your hands against his as though made for each other as you tug against it to move to the next section, and most importantly he really does enjoy seeing you enjoy yourself. after all, he knows you deserve especially after exam season - he’s seen you all drained out lying your head on your desk just days ago clearly exhusasted a few hours after insisting you’ll be fine, he’s seen your piles of notes and assignments and even more printed exam papers to redo for your exam that he thinks your table has already become the equivalent of an library, and hes seen you fallen asleep at your desk way later than you should be after his football club with tears stains that he wished to have been there to wipe away, to kiss away, anything to have prevented you from having cried.
and its this point as you two are chatting about life, leaning in closer to you, where that colourful fish that has been staying still seems to have woken up and in its hurry seem to swim desperately to another side that startles the both of you (he wishes to curse that fish for it would have been a scene out of a manga that you always read if he had mustered the courage to kiss you right there and then), leading you to stumble and almost hit someone - and by someone, its apparently a little kid who looks confused and dazed, not even moving as you almost crash right into him.
you look at that little kid and he looks right back at you with his wide eyes - and hes pretty sure it lasts a while more before you apparently decide to play “adopt me” (just like when you and him were both kids on roblox.. but he digress…) and he’s pretty sure he might just have accidentally glared at the kid with the way he tugs at your jacket as he walks behind you as though hiding from him. and of course, hes used to that sight, hes never been great with kids - having scared his little cousin with just his looks at some point that led him to be reprimanded by said cousin’s parents, having been bitten by said little cousin as soon as his parents left almost letting out a ear-shattering scream that would have completely shattered whatever ego was left from that bite mark that lasted weeks, having being thrown a drink at by said cousin another time whilst he was minding his business playing games beside him whilst having to save his switch and end up soaking wet in his home clothes for another hour or so (and he’s sworn off babysitting for his cousin ever since then) (he had to go to blue lock)
but in front of you, he wants a little pride, to impress you, he digresses - tugging at his pocket to offer the little kid in front of you a candy (out of the many he brings to give to you and to snack on himself). and he knows hes successful, letting himself smile slightly in victory as the kid face appears from behind you, cautiously accepting the candy that rin helps to tear away the packet of for him to enjoy. and perhaps he associates that sugary sweet strawberry flavour that bursts in his mouth with the two of you, suddenly turning from the quiet and confused kid you randomly found to a kid who suddenly was open and talkative, all smiles and laughter, holding the both of your hands in his and skipping, pulling you and rin with him.
and now, he finds himself no longer pulled by you, but this random kid - but when he looks at you who’s attention is clearly on the kid, smiling and nodding to whatever things he’s saying, you practically you look like an angel especially with the way the aquarium white and blue lights were illuminating you. and midway of course, he slowly lets go of rin’s hand, leaving him behind almost comically as he holds yours and his bag. and he can practically feel eyes glared at him, and all he wants to do is to run away as he walks behind you and that little kid that he now suddenly feels was against him all along - with the way he tugs and your arm and..!
“.. mhm! ah! wait those are my parents! bye bye!” he says, turning back at you and rin with a bright smile that practically filled your heart with warmth as though he was the sun, waving excitedly at the both of you before he cheerily skips towards his parents who looked confused at where he was, pulling him by the hand worriedly.
and with that, your hands are back to merging with his, and that tint of red on his face from embarrassment changes into a blush across his face that is only highlighted by the lights from having his hands on you, walking about in the sea exhibition. he wonders a little what that kid told you, for you to hold his hands seemingly a little tighter, leaning your head on his shoulder that isn’t completely uncharacteristic but still a little strange as you glance at another exhibition of fishes swimming passionately around the tank as though dancing, brushing his hair aside before leaning in and merging your lips with his that practically makes his heart flutters and pump even faster than it does on the field - and he swears he understands all those mangas you rave about teenage romance and whatnot when youre practically made for him.
bonus:
“… seriously bachira… i don’t think that’s rin…”
“it seriously is! i followed him from that cafe! i’m serious isagi!!”
“with that kind of personality…?”
“hey! keep it down a little he’s about to turn around..?!”
and rin thinks hes going to lose his mind when he turns around after that kiss only to see his isagi and bachira huddled together whispering clearly about him in their respective school uniform, tugging you by your hand to somewhere else as he sees them through the reflective glass of the exhibitions following him and you a little too obviously. but he guesses if its with you, he doesn’t mind it at all.
#itoshi rin fluff#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader#rin.<3#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk fluff#req.<3#FIRST REQ EVER YAYYY
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Hi hello ! I just read you Yhan smut and gosh that was the hottest thing I ever read! I can't help but to think about Yhan and, not only how, he could handle me (you?, us? AHAHA) and even how his cock is big and girthy, ngl, I'm a whore for some FICTIONAL, old, COCK and I'd like to suck Yhan one. ANYWAY....I POPPED IN JUST TO SAY THAT I LOVED THE SMUT. CHEF'S KISSES !!! 🤩💞
omg hi!!!! i’m so glad i’m not the only one simping for this hot beefy older man😮💨 i literally cannot get enough of him jsjsjsjs i’ll make this a part two for my original post!
Need Somebody Older (part 2)
ꕀ cw: none this time
ꕀ tags: sub fem!reader, daddy dom!yhan, daddy kink, manhandling (hehe), oral f+m!receiving, age gap (15 yr difference), standing 69, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, slight degradation
ꕀ nsfw under the cut
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About a week had passed since everything changed between you and Yhan. In private, he treated you like his little princess while he fucked you oh so disrespectfully, all while cooing sweet, teasing words in your ear.
In front of others, you remained as flirty as ever while he tried to retain his gruff and strict mannerisms towards you, not wanting to reveal his risqué relationship with you.
That was until you had the utter audacity to call him daddy in public...
You beam up at him after one of your usual training sessions in the simulator (one that didn't end in defiling the space like last time), finally able to use your new gauntlets under his guidance, "That was a good session, daddy~"
Yhan freezes, eyes quickly glancing around as other people walked by before he grabs your upper arm and leans down towards your ear.
The calmness in his voice is eerie and you knew you fucked up, "You're real damn lucky no one heard that, babydoll... I'm off at 6 and if your pretty little ass isn't back here waiting for me, you'll really be in for double the punishment." Your demeanor flips a switch, heading straight into your submissive mindset as you nod.
Satisfied with your answer, Yhan releases you and straightens back up with a quick tilt of his head towards the exit of the area, "Get moving then." You give him a playful salute as you leave, making him roll his eyes. Gods, you really push his buttons, but he really can't seem to get enough of you.
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Hours pass and you head back to where you agreed to meet Yhan, dressed so cute in a pretty pink sundress and makeup that has you looking like the sweetest little thing.
Something about being with a man so much older than you had you acting even more feminine than you ever would have before, not that Yhan was complaining. You made him feel like he was young again with the way you acted.
His tired eyes trail over your approaching form, breath hitching in his throat as his expression softens ever so slightly. But only for the briefest moment before hardening his gaze, reminding himself you were in for a punishment tonight.
Yhan meets you halfway, trying so hard to stay strict with you as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, "Don't go looking at me all sweet, babydoll. It's not gonna change my mind."
You huff a breath, feigning disappointment when really your pussy was already getting wet thinking about what he had in store for you. At your huff, Yhan sighs deeply before placing his hand on the small of your back, directing you to keep walking.
It was a simple gesture that anyone outside of the relationship would view as fatherly, but you both knew otherwise.
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The second Yhan has you in his home, he grips your jaw and pushes you up against the wall. Your glossy lips part in a soft gasp at the action. A stern look crosses his features and his voice is low and gruff, "You know better than to call me that in public, sweetheart."
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you squish your thighs together, "I'm sorry, daddy..." Yhan scoffs, tightening his grip on your jaw before leaning down inches away from you, "Sorry isn't gonna cut it this time." He releases your jaw, his calloused hand trails down your neck til it reaches your breasts covered by the soft material of your dress.
You squirm under his touch and his heated gaze, letting out a soft whine when he squeezes one of your covered breasts in his large hand. A growl vibrates through his chest as he squeezes a little tighter and pushes you further against the wall.
A whimper escapes you at the actions, fingers gripping onto the material of his shirt as you plead softly, "Daddy..." The corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a smirk before both hands trail down your curves, fingers toying with the hem of your dress, "Mmm, don't think playing sweet with me will get you out of trouble, babydoll."
Your cunt aches with need, desperate for his touch. When his hands finally trail up to your ass, he lets out low groan when he finds you bare for him. He gives it a harsh slap before lifting up you dress, exposing your wet pussy.
Yhan's fingertips lightly run over your slit, teasing over your clit and careful not to apply any of the pressure you were so needy for. A wicked grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes in your squirming reactions. "You think you can just walk around like this?", he demands, his rough fingers dipping between your folds to feel just how wet you are, only to pull away.
Your breath hitches at the sudden absence of his light touch, body trembling with anticipation and need. A whimper slips past your glossy lips as you try to follow his retreating fingers with your hips. "Daddy... Please...", you beg, squeezing your thighs together in frustration, "I need you..."
His gruff laughter rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends tingles straight to your soaked cunt. "Oh, you do, do you?", he teases before his stern demeanor returns, "This is a punishment, sweetheart. You'll do what I tell you and take what I give you." Yhan leans in close, his facial hair scratches against your soft cheek as he whispers, "On your knees. Now."
You swallow hard, glancing up at him before nodding. Slowly, you sink to your knees in front of him, looking up at him expectantly. Yhan's eyes roam over your submissive form, taking in every detail of his pretty baby on her knees for him. He reaches down, caressing your cheek gently, "Good girl..."
Yhan undoes his belt, dropping it to the floor with a metallic clink. His eyes never leave yours as his fingers unbutton his pants and lower the zipper, pushing his pants and briefs down. His girthy cock springs free, fully erect and throbbing with need. Pre-cum glistens on the tip, a clear indication of just how utterly affected he is by you.
He gives his cock a few lazy strokes before smearing his tip across your lips, smudging your lip gloss, "Show me how sorry you are. Suck it." Your heart flutters in your chest as you open your mouth, your lips wrapping around the tip. You moan softly as the taste of his pre-cum mixes with the strawberry flavor of your smeared lip gloss, tongue swirling around the head as you suck gently.
Yhan groans above you, head tilting back as his fingers sink into your hair, guiding your movements. His grip tightens as he forces his cock deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water from the sudden force, unable to pull back.
You do your best to relax your throat to accommodate his length as he fucks your throat. The pace isn't brutal, but deep and slow. Every now and then, you swirl your tongue around his shaft or flick it over his sensitive underside.
Each time he bottoms out in your pretty little mouth, his coarse pubic hair tickles your nose and he grunts loudly. His cock throbbing as you struggle to take what he gives you.
Yhan's eyes take in how much you squirm, so desperate for his touch as your arousal drips from your aching cunt and onto the floor below you. A lazy smirk plays on his lips and he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. You're such a sight to see; eyes all watery and lips all wet with a trail of saliva that connects with the tip of his flushed cock before it breaks.
"Stand up", he commands, eyes full of primal lust for you. You stand on shaky legs that tremble with desire as you look up at his rugged features. One hand reaches out, tugging at the material of your pretty pink dress, "Strip for me, babydoll." Slowly, your fingers hook onto the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head and dropping it to the floor.
Yhan takes in your almost bare form, hungry eyes locked on the lacy white bra that holds the tits he's so fond of. His breath hitches when you unhook it, letting it slip down your arms and to the floor. Your breasts bounce slightly as they're freed from their confines, nipples already hardened from anticipation.
He takes off his own shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His muscles ripple as the cool air of the room hits his rugged body, scarred from battles of the past. Your eyes practically roll back at the sight, drinking in the view of his broad, hairy chest and trailing down to the happy trail that leads to the coarse hair on his pelvis above his throbbing cock.
With a smirk playing on his lips, Yhan takes a step towards you, his cock bobbing with its own weight. The musk of him is intoxicating as it floods your senses. His large hands wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His hardness presses against your belly as he leans in, capturing your lips in a rough kiss.
Your mind goes blank as Yhan explores your mouth with his tongue, tasting every inch of it while one hand travels up to cup one of your breasts, thumb rubbing over your pert nipple. The combination of his taste and touch sends sparks shooting through your body. You whine softly, chasing after his lips when he pulls back slightly.
Heavy breaths fan over your lips as he speaks softly, "Don't think your punishment is over yet, sweetheart..." With a quick motion, he grabs your hips, lifting you up and flipping you upside down with practiced ease as you squeal. The tip of his cock presses against your lips as you cling to his hips.
Yhan chuckles, holding you firm in his strong grasp as he takes a good look at the soaking pussy exposed to him, "You're lucky I want a taste of this sweet cunt." His words send jolts of arousal through you, your dripping cunt only inches away from his mouth. Yhan's hot breath fans over your sensitive flesh, making your wet hole twitch. Suddenly, he dives in, licking roughly at your soaking slit.
Your mouth opens in a sweet moan as he devours you hungrily. His tongue delves into your tight hole, lapping up your arousal with reckless abandon.
Yhan takes advantage of your parted lips and thrusts forward, shoving his cock into your hot mouth yet again. He groans into your pussy as your lips wrap around his length, tongue licking at the head.
The vibrations from his groan and the stubble of his facial hair against your cunt adds another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience.
Feeling your mouth stretch around his girth, Yhan grunts, his hips bucking involuntarily. He pushes deeper into your mouth, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat and his balls pushing against your nose.
Yhan's tongue continues its assault on your dripping cunt, flicking over your sensitive clit as you squirm in his grip. He sucks on your folds, teasing your opening with his rough tongue.
The mix of your sensations is almost too much- the taste of your tangy sweetness on his tongue, the smell of your arousal, and the warmth of your mouth and throat enveloping his cock.
Your throat works overtime, trying to accommodate his size. Your gag reflex kicks in, sending shivers down your spine as he bottoms out in your throat.
Despite the discomfort, there's a strange satisfaction in being able to take your man's whole length. Yhan lets out a husky groan, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you swallow him down.
His movements grow more frantic, his thrusts become harder and faster. Drool pools at the corners of your stretched mouth. It's disgustingly lewd, but it drives both of you wild. You tighten your lips around his girth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him greedily as he fucks your throat.
Yhan's moans grow louder, adding to the lewd ambience of wet squelching and gagging. Your cunt clenches around nothing, juices flowing freely as he laps and sucks at your swollen clit, desperate for release.
Unfortunately for you, Yhan pulls out of your mouth as he ceases his attack on your pussy, adjusting his grip on you as he puts you back upright.
Hungry eyes take in your pathetic face, mascara smeared and lips glistening. A wicked grin spreads over his features, "Aww, did my babydoll wanna cum?~"
You pout, eyes all glossy and cunt soaking wet, "Daddy....", you whine. Yhan rolls his eyes before walking over to the couch, sitting down with his legs spread and cock twitching against his abdomen.
Your eyes trail after him and he pats his thigh, "Come here." You obediently go to him, straddling his lap as your cunt rubs against his length. Yhan grips your hips, halting your movements as he clicks his tongue in disapproval, "Such a needy slut I have..." You whine at his degradation, desperate to provide your aching clit with some friction.
His hand slaps your ass, making you yelp and arch your back. The arch exposes your breasts a little more, a view Yhan could certainly appreciate. He squeezes your hips, a subtle warning to listen up. "If you wanna cum, you're gonna do all the work", Yhan's tone is firm as his eyes captivate yours.
"Yes, daddy...", your voice is soft as you sit up, lining his tip up with your wet hole. Slowly, you sink down on his cock as your pretty features screw up in pleasure, his cock stretching you out so deliciously. You grip his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you begin to ride him.
Your rhythm is slow at first, rolling your hips as you fuck yourself on his cock. Yhan's hands trail up from your hips, over your curves and settling on your bouncing breasts. His rough fingers run over your pebbled nipples, pulling and pinching as your walls clench around him in response.
You quicken your pace, riding him with more urgency as his dick hits the deepest parts of you. You're brought closer and closer to the edge each time you lower onto his cock, "Fuuuck.... Your cock is so deep...", you mewl.
Yhan lets out a breathy grunt as he continues to tease your nipples, "You gonna cum on daddy's cock, babydoll?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, his words pushing you ever closer to your peak.
Yhan smirks, gripping your hips once again, his voice low and husky with desire, "Then cum for me." Without warning, he thrusts up into you, hard. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum", he growls, head thrown back against the couch cushion and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
Your orgasm rips through your body as he fucks up into you. Your cunt clenching impossibly tighter around his girth, spurring on his own release as your juices soak his cock. A primal growl rips from his throat as he reaches his limit, hands squeezing your hips and the muscles of his legs tensing.
Hot ropes of thick cum coat your insides as his cock pulsates within you, hips bucking involuntarily as you both ride out your highs. You collapse against him, breasts pressed up against his hairy chest as you bury your face in the crook of his.
Heavy panting is all that can be heard as Yhan hold you close against him, his cock softening inside of you and not yet ready to leave the depths of your heat.
He presses a little kiss to your temple as his fingers run through your hair in a soothing manner, "Are you sorry for earlier, sweetheart?", he coos. You nod against him, too tired to even lift your head. "Yes, daddy...", your voice comes out so soft, making his heart clench in his chest.
He lets out a deep breath as he keeps you close, "You have no idea what you do to me..."
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a/n: this was long as fuck (almost as long as Yhan's girthy cock🥴)
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Also don't think anyone has said this (thats a joke) but like, art styles aside:
The animation, expressions, movement, everything of ATSV is IMPECCABLE.
Like insanely, ridiculously, almost mind bogglingly good.
[This is a MEDIUM length post]
The main strength is the Emotion -
In terms of animation, the range of emotions Miguel is capable of expressing is like... crazy good. Gwen's emotions ARE UNSPEAKABLY IMPRESSIVE.
LIKE...ANIMATING HER FUCKING BREATHING???? AND BLINKS!! AS AN EMOTIONAL CUE. HELLO???!!
And the movie hinges on this - almost every scene has an emotional cue that HAS to hit. Whether is Jess's looks of hesitation or Peter B.'s looks of horror.
And this may seem like the most ridiculous comparison ever made but like...
The Bee Movie and Across the Spider-Verse came out FIFTEEN YEARS APART.
THE BEE MOVIE...THIS MONSTRASITY that has plagued humankind - was made less than two decades from THIS:
The fact that we progressed that far as a society (pun intended) in that short of a time will never not baffle me.
I genuinely cannot name any other animated movie that:
Has multiple styles throughout the duration
Can seamlessly change styles without the viewer immediately noticing (like Gwen returning to her universe)
Show two or more animation styles on screen at the same time (and no, Roger Rabbit and Space Jam don't count - that's half live action lol)
Just off the top of my head - ATSV shows up to three styles in one scene: I'm mainly thinking of the scene that shows Hobie (customized - style 1), Peter B. (standard - style 2), and Miguel (a light stylized - style 3).
It can be brought to four if you want to count Miles/Gwen, though their style isn't visible.
I can think of a couple scenes that genuinely blew me away in terms of animation -
One being Rio's 'What-EVER?!' because of the little stance correction and head bob she does, because it's such a natural thing to do. And it adds so much to an already perfect line.
It's something someone would genuinely do IRL without even noticing.
Another I LOVE is Pavitr and Hobie roughhousing.
Like, I can't yell about these five seconds of animation more.
It's SO fluid it looks like Motion-Capture and I left the theatre googling is any Mo-Cap was used in the movie (and from what I can tell - no, it's all original animation).
The way Pavitr falls to the side and bumps them - This not only being a natural reaction to Hobie and his weight, but it also LOOKS natural. So much so you can see it affect Hobie's model too. The movement has kinetic energy on both models -
Which is AMAZING CONSIDERING THEY'RE ANIMATED ON LIKE FOUR DIFFERENT TIMES.
In this shot alone, there's the guitar, vest, AND Hobie, all of which have their own animation rules. Plus the outline on his guitar AND him. And then there PAVI too, who's running at a higher frame rate, touching and interacting with Hobie.
So much so that Hobie's model nearly wraps himself around Pavi. Pavi's hair is moving, Hobie's guitar is moving, there's movement in the background - and it looks GREAT.
PLUS THE CAMERA IS MOVING AND GOSTLING. IT'S NOT A STATIC SHOT. The models and camera are moving AS IF THEY'RE REAL when they're not.
That's - My..I CAN EVEN COMPUTE THAT.
But by far, I think the range of expression used on Miguel is like... Chef's kiss.
(of course I was gonna trick you into reading another post about Miguel. Uh-huh that's what's about to happen)
Like... are you kidding me?
NAH DEADASS ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????
The whole later half of the movie hinges on Miguel looking buckwild crazy insane and they NAIL that. And like-
Oh my god what the actual fuck
?????????????????????????? I........ I have nothing to add. After that picture......Nah... LMAOOO
(left: actual photo of Moche watching this happen)
But Anyway chile, This movie is like.. genuinely a modern marvel.
If Marvel gave Tim Gunn 4 billion dollars and five years, whatever live-action rendition he would have made would not even compare to ATSV on any conceivable level - that's how good it is so jot that down.
And like...don't even get me started on Hobie..his design..his representation...girl I will start crying in this Arby's do not play with me
I just felt that needed to be said.
you get what I'm saying yall know what I mean iight coo
Here's a picture of Hobie to cleanse your palette.
Bye.
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i saw your kaveh and alhaitham angst and i wanna say: mwah, chef's kiss.
but i want to ask to do the same troupe/theme (idk what it's called basta) but with heizou and some other characters of your choice.
is that alright?
Their heart belongs to another — venti, xiao, kazuha, heizou, wanderer x gn! reader (part two!)
summary: they love you but don’t know you’re already in a relationship
warnings: alcohol (venti, kazuha), soft angst, heartbreak (xiao), yandere-ish themes (kazuha), jealousy (venti, heizou, wanderer)
notes: please ignore the fact it took me a year to write this / it was originally only heizou and kazuha but i wanted more things to write
venti always managed to put a smile on your face as you two drank the night away at angel shares.
with the two of you tipsy, diluc had to slowly give you less alcohol to intake. it was cute seeing venti so desperately cling onto the wine bottle as the red-haired male put it back behind the counter.
you laughed, it was more of a drunken giggle, and venti let go of the wine bottle in an instant. your voice might’ve cured all of the trauma and hurt he had to endure as a small wind spirit, the wind slowly breezing through the establishment even with no open windows.
diluc took your wine too, replacing it with cold water and setting it down in front of you. “drink it, love.”
you grumpily sigh, pouting but nevertheless taking the cup into your hands and taking small sips of the water. you were calm around him, venti noted.
but love?
“oh master diluc, you’re so kind to my poor y/n..!” venti smiles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and diluc frowned. you hug him back and he swears you can feel his fast-beating heart.
venti’s heart might’ve stopped sooner than he had thought. “you mean, my y/n?” diluc continued to clean glasses but the aura definitely shifted. he knew what he was capable of yet he didn’t care.
venti’s glare matched diluc’s while you’re still oblivious to everything being said.
“aww, diluc! you’re so sweet.!” you whine. diluc gives you a soft smile that melts your heart and hardens venti’s.
he lets go of you, not bothering to try to hide his obvious annoyance towards your words but you two are drunk—he’ll definitely forget about this later (he won’t).
he didn't mind staying with you outdoors. whether it's on the rooftop of the inn or a beautiful stop you convinced him to take you, xiao always managed to love your sense of adventure. it often came with hassles, of course.
you were an adventurer, you lived on the road, never settling down like xiao so desperately wanted to with you (not that he'd ever tell you that). you also got hurt a lot, a vision can only heal so much, and without proper care, he was sure you were gonna die in teyvat's mother nature.
you had a scraped knee, it wasn’t as bloody as he had anticipated when the inn’s owner had told him you were gonna die but way to make him rush, no?
you were sitting on a rock as he teleported right next to you. his eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pressed into a thin line. he was worried.
aether was right in front of you, kneeling, which surprised the adepti. his gloves were off and his hands tended to your injured knee. xiao wished he could take his own gloves off, hold your hand as tightly as you hold his, not worried about his karmic debt going to you and eating you alive.
you wince and the blond in front of you rubbed your other knee, “hey, it’s okay. it was a simple scratch, nothing more.” he bandaged your injury and kissed it, like a mother would with her child’s ‘booboo’.
xiao looked at him. if you asked anyone who didn’t know him how he looked like at the moment, they’d tell you anger, disgust, contempt, or something in the lines of hate. they weren’t wrong.
his heart drops even further to his feet when you pulled up aether to his feet so he loomed over your sitting figure and kissed his cheek. “thanks, cutie.”
ah.
he helps you stand up from the rock and gives you over to aether. his hands, his gloved hands, settle on your shoulder and your waist, like a lingering hope that it was a simple tradition that humans did as a sign of appreciation. but he knew it wasn’t that.
he lets go of you, his hands in place as you hug aether. something so simple but so endearing made him sad. he’s giving you other to someone else. someone who could travel with you and protect you when you’re in need. xiao still has to help the people of liyue.
“i’ll be leaving now.”
alongside his fluttering and well-mannered words, he really liked you. kazuha stays up at night, looking up at the stars, wondering if you got home alright or if you ate something for dinner last night and such. he cared about you just like he would care about others but something seems off.
he'd pack your lunchs occasionally, taking his sweet and precious time to write a elegant note of how much you mean to him as well as delicious food! you must've been blind or uninterested to not notice his lovesick behavior.
on the crux, you and kazuha were simply talking the night away with a little drinking on the side. he clung to your shoulder as he slurred his speech, letting out some hums and incoherent hymns. it was cute, like your beloved thoma back in inazuma.
”you know… you remind me of home.” you say. kazuha looks up to look at you. the wind blows softly, brushing your hair in your face and he couldn’t help but fall in love with you more.
”may i ask why?” he manages to say clearly, his breath soft on your neck. you clear his thoughts, his past life in inazuma didn’t matter as long as he was held by you.
”the food you make, the lines you say, your smile…” kazuha swears he has heart in his eyes. your calm and collective words makes the samurai’s heart beat faster than before, his face almost as red as the simple strand in his hair.
“it reminds me of my boyfriend, thoma.” kazuha ignores whatever you said and clings closer to you.
”that’s encouraging to hear.” he mumbles. he still has a soft smile on his face. he’s not gonna let go of you now. he won’t let you go to inazuma. you can’t be in that wretched place, not the place that hurt him so much as an adolescent. you can’t possibly be happy there, your words have a different meaning, he gaslights himself.
“i’ll make you some breakfast in the morning if you wish.”
”that’d be nice.”
heizou enjoyed the time you two spend together. whether it’s on a simple date or a investigation he personally made, seeing you, being near you was all he needed to have a good day.
luckily for him, he had a day off today! kujou sara finally let him speed-run his work yesterday to get today off.
( kujou sara narrowed her eyes at the detective’s bold request. “you’re not plotting anything, right, shikanoin?”
heizou grinned. “of course not, sara! can’t a man catch a break?” he winked. kujou sara still had a face of suspicion but sighed after heizou didn’t stand down or retract his statement.
”i’ll allow it. make sure your work is tidy and you will have tomorrow off. just don’t do anything stupid during that time.”)
he met up with you, his signature smile on his face as he prodded right beside you. “hey, partner! didn’t expect to see you here.” that’s a lie. he may or may not track your schedule from time to time.
you turn, a bunch of sauce on covered your mouth. you were always a messy eater but those stains looked quick and rushed. you usually ate slowly, so you must be with someone—
”oh hey compadre!” that’s who.
itto only smiled as the smaller male looked up at him. you were with him, but why? did the oni invite you to eat? most likely, but—again, why? how did he know you, how did you know him; those are the answers he needed.
“if it isn’t mr. arataki! how’s your day?” heizou didn’t really care about the answer, as rude as it sounds. he just wanted to spend his day off with his beloved y/n but teyvat is so cruel.
”it’s been awesome! i woke up and then—“ itto’s voice was drowned out by his thoughts. he must be missing something, but what? he looked back at you, maybe you had a clue.
you watched itto intently, focused on his words with a smile. you two were close, but how close? collages, friends, besties? you chuckled at itto’s jokes, or what heizou assumed was a joke (he’s not paying attention to the oni, just you. only you).
“—and then i decided to invite my beautiful lover out to eat! and here we are!”
ding, ding, ding! there’s the answer! you two were—
…lovers?
he pressed his lips together before covering up his shocked face with a smile. “my, my, that sounded like a hell of a day! i’ll leave you two love-birds to it; don’t wanna get any tooth-rotting cavities from you two!” he laughed and you laughed with him.
heizou walked away with a smile and waved. you two waved back and he turned.
he never wished to be another person but maybe today is a good day to start.
the aranaras always seemed to follow the poor wanderer. whether he was carrying out a task from lesser lord kusanali or taking a simple stroll.
it was a tiring thing, making sure none of the aranara got hurt in the mission or ate anything suspiciously purple or blue. luckily you managed to keep them entertain while wanderer fought anything.
you let the small creatures play with your hair and hands, tugging them to either play with you or to divert your attention to them. “y/n-nara! look at hat-nara!”
he sat still on a log as a group of aranara’s sat on his lap and hat. his eyes were closed and you didn’t know if he was simply letting them do as they pleased or was asleep. you decided it was the former and just smiled. it was a cute thing, indeed.
what you two didn’t know is that they were hiding. hiding from the fungi that wanderer failed to detect and hunt down (he says that sounds too animalistic, but he basically locks his eyes on the target and doesn’t stop ‘till they’re eliminated). an aranara stepped into your arms, trembling.
“wanderer?” you speak, impatiently and anxious. he let out a small hum, not bothering to open his eyes. “you missed one.”
“missed one wha—“
before he could finish his sentence, the fungi rushed towards you. it was obviously angry, wanderer had just killed his entire fungi family! he didn’t even have time to drop the aranaras on him, let alone prepare to send an anemo-fueled blow to the monster before a green arrow hit it straight in its chest, followed by three little seedlings exterminating the fungi.
you were cuddled up with an aranara or two, trying to protect them before a hand found itself on your shoulder.
“you shouldn’t leave your guard down in a forest, you lummox; you’ll get yourself killed.” tighnari!
you instantly relax hearing his voice and you let go of the protected aranaras to hug him. you nuzzle your cheek on his own, tighnari’s ears rolling back and his eyebrows furrowing. “i thought i was a goner! thank you ‘nari sosososo so much!”
”yeah yeah, just make sure next time you check the perimeter of your resting place.” he patted your back twice before looking forward to the hatted fellow.
“wanderer. i saw your work on the fungi, i’m impressed but think strategically next time.” wanderer’s eyebrows were furrowed and his hands felt clammy. his eyes, filled with panic were replaced with a glare. who did this guy think he was?
“so you were following us?” he huffed and crossed his arms. the aranaras dispersed, leaving the three of you alone.
tighnari’s tail swirled around your waist as you continued to hug him for dramatic effect. he snarled, “i was doing a patrol when i noticed the fungi’s elemental trail. i knew y/n was near so i followed it for their safety.”
wanderer huffed again. it was clear he didn’t believe him but how did the fennec fox know them? he let out a small ‘right’ before diverting his attention to you.
you had a big smile on your face. “aww, tighnari! you care about me?” tighnari looks away but it’s obvious he did. it rubbed wanderer the wrong way.
“of course i do. you forget you’re my mate.”
wow.
wanderer felt his fake porcelain heart break. he was actually that stupid to fall in love with a mortal. he cursed himself, he swore he’d never do such a thing again, that he’d never love again, but he did.
what a stupid thing.
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K!nktober day 5
Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day five: blindfold; forced orgasm. You can find all my stories on my wattpad as well. Toodles!
(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)
Simon Riley x reader
(Boyfriend!Simon)
cw: oral (m receiving), sensorial deprivation, unprotected piv, forced breeding
word count: 1680
a/n: a little rushed because I have to go to a big party and can't post from there lol
He had been thinking about the perfect anniversary gift for you for the last three months. Clothes? Basic. Lingerie? Sexy but he would've looked like a creep. Plushies? Your room was already drowning in them. Books? Same things. He spent his lunch breaks checking website after website, yet he couldn't find the perfect gift. He knew he probably shouldn't be rocking his brains over this, but five years was an important milestone, so he thought it deserved a proper symbolic celebration.
A promise ring? Simon imagined a future with you, he was sure he had found his wife from the moment he'd met you, but to ask for your hand in marriage now seemed a bit too rushed. You both still had a lot of things to figure out on your own. A promise ring sounded perfect, a reminder that he would stay by your side and support you as long as you had him, but not something as final as an engagement ring. A simple white gold band, with small sapphires running along the whole circumference, since it was your favourite stone.
You had decided for an intimate dinner at your place, feeling like playing chef for the night, you had spent the whole day perfecting the right sauce to put on the steak, almost burned down your apartment complex when you forgot the truffled carrots in the oven, but the second batch luckily survived. Garlic bread in a cheesy dip for starters, handmade pasta with a plain buttery sauce, then the stake and carrots. You had even handmade the menus, using your fanciest handwriting and tracing every letter with care. Everything was ready, the bread lying in a pretty basket in the middle of the table, a bottle of expensive red wine right next to it. You hadn't exactly bought a gift for the occasion, because what you had in mind for Simon was far more...original.
"Baby!" You threw your arms around his neck when you opened the front door, Simon standing there with his best dress shirt and slacks, a black tie cutting down his broad chest. He carried a small gift bag and a bouquet of wildflowers (you weren't much of a roses girl). "Hey, pretty girl," he chuckled, his voice smooth and warm as he encircled your waist with one strong arm, placing a chaste kiss against your temple. "So you really weren't kidding when you said you would've been the chef tonight, hm? Smells bloody amazing in here."
The two of you had a lovely dinner, talking about your day, the small living room of your flat filled with laughter and the clinking of your glasses as you chatted and drank away. Despite all the food you had cooked, by the time you finished the last course, a pleasant buzz made your head feel lighter. You lounged on the couch, nursing your wine glass between your slim fingers as you watched Simon wash the dishes, sleeves rolled-up, exposing his thick forearms. The sight made you bite down on your bottom lip, anticipation making your body tingle.
Once all the dishes were on the drying rack, Simon made his way back to you on the couch, folding a leg under himself before he sat down. He leaned with his shoulder against the backrest, facing you. "Would you like to see your gift now, love?" He asked, his voice a gentle purr as he reached for the bag on the coffee table. "Now, now," you stopped him, reaching out with your hand, gently guiding his hand, still mid-air, back on his lap. "I appreciate the thought, but I would really like to give you mine first." Simon raised a bushy brow, a puzzled expression etched over his features as he relaxed into the cushions. He fixed his stance, now sitting normally, eyes fixed on you as you got up. "I'll have to take this, thank you." You chirped, bending over to undo the knot of his tie, making it slide off his neck.
You grinned, a mischievous glint in your gaze as you carefully tied back the tie, this time, around his head, covering his eyes. Simon opened his mouth to speak, but you silenced any of his questions with a quick peck on the lips. "It's a big surprise, babe. Can't risk having you ruin it." You swiftly took a few steps back, suppressing a snort when you saw Simon press his lips together, aimlessly moving his head from one side to the other as he awkwardly patted his thighs. You slowly started to peel your dress off, sliding the straps of your dress down your arms, followed by the skimpy little lace thong.
Standing naked, you gingerly made your way back to the couch. "y/n?" Simon called out, sensing your presence as he caught a whiff of your sweet perfume. "Can...can I take this off now?" You shook your head, then, remembering he was blindfolded, you spoke up. "Sorry, not yet." You denied with a sweet voice, leaning forward to place your hands on his thighs, smiling when he involuntarily winced. "Realx, Simon." You commanded, gently coaxing his legs apart. Your knees found the rough wooden floorboards, nimble fingers working the buckle of his belt, consequently pushing down the zipper. Simon cooperated, lifting his hips a bit when you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his slacks, sliding them down with his boxer briefs.
The simple thought of what you were about to do to him had him standing erect, his heavy cock springing free, hitting his abdomen. His tip was oozing with precum, making you lick your lips in anticipation. "So eager already?" You cooed, giggling when his cheeks grew a pretty shade of pink. "P-Please, y/n..." Simon hissed between gritted teeth. "Please what?" You prompted, looking up at his covered eyes, his mouth slightly agape as his breathing picked up. "Touch me...please." He could feel your hand, hovering a breath away from his length, teasing him with the heat radiating off your body. You chuckled, finally answering his pathetic pleas by circling his shaft with your lithe hand, feeling his dick twitch in your hold.
"F- Oh, fuck!" Simon groaned deeply when you wrapped your lips around his rosy tip, slowly lowering your head until he was halfway inside your mouth. A hand wrapped around the edge of the leather couch, the other fisting your soft hair in a makeshift ponytail. "So good...you're so good, baby. Think you can take all of me?" You hummed 'yes', the vibration running along his sensitive length and making him groan again. Coaxed by his gentle guidance, you relaxed your throat until his blonde pubes tickled the tip of your nose. "Fuck...that's right, good girl." He purred.
You slowly started to bob your head up and down, moaning around his fat cock to send delicious vibrations that turned him on even more, making him throb in your mouth. You had to use your hand as well to keep a proper pace, stroking him and alternating it with more circular motions. You looked up at him from your spot on the floor from time to time, enjoying the way his parted lips released ragged breaths and soft moans, the blindfold still resting over his eyes. "y/n...baby, don't stop." He suddenly hissed, his voice harsher, his hand on your head guiding you up and down faster, and you matched it with the strokes of your hand. Soon, Simon's hips stuttered, a low growl rumbling in his chest before your name followed in a string of prayers, hot ropes of cum being shot right down your throat, filling you with the familiar salty taste.
Your lips released him with a wet pop, and you swallowed his cum as you watched him catch his breath. Poor thing, you thought, you weren't done yet. His dick still stood straight and proud, the release you weren't able to clean off still coating his shaft. "Lovie, can I take this-" A strained groan left his lips, breath hitching as you suddenly climbed onto his lap, caging him with a thigh on either side of him. "No, no, y/n, what are you- shit..." Simon hissed, feeling your gummy walls envelop his cock, twitching with another impending load.
You finally freed him of the blindfold, his wide brown eyes meeting yours, looking speechless as you descended all the way, his sensitive tip kissing your cervix. Smirking, you tied his tie around your neck, letting it sit between your breasts, then started to slowly move your hips. "Baby...I'm gonna cum again if you keep it up, I-I..."
"Cum for me, Simon." You whispered, cradling his face in your hands before you placed a kiss on his lips. "Cum inside me, please. It's your gift." Simon's eyes lit up for a moment, but he still seemed sceptic. You deepened the kiss, silencing his doubts as you started to ride him faster, your ass slapping against his muscular thighs, making the loosened belt clank. "B-Baby..." he was begging, blunt nails digging into the fat on your hips, leaving red crescents. "I-I don't think I..."
"Yes you can, Simon," you purred into his ear. "Cum inside me." He took one of your tits into his hand, guiding it to his face before latching his lips onto your erect nub. You moaned, tipping your head back as heat quickly pooled in your belly. "Gonna...'m gonna..." The knot snapped, your walls clenching his cock so tight he couldn't help but release another heavy load deep inside you, both of you moaning out the other's name in your shared orgasm.
You rested your forehead on his shoulder, feeling his dick twitching slightly as he went soft inside of you, your cream mixing with his cum and leaking onto your inner thighs and his lap. Simon was completely spent, breath ragged as he leaned against the backrest of the couch. You peppered a few tender kisses over the side of his neck, a hand rubbing his chest as you both came back to your senses. "That was...well, definitely original. You surely caught me off guard, lovie." You chuckled, raising your eyes back on his flushed face, grinning.
"Can I open my present now?"
•This is an original work of fiction, please do not translate or share on this or any other platforms without credit•
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Comprehensive Veilguard Review (FULL SPOILERS)
What They Got Right:
-The environments. My God, seeing some of these locations that we’ve only read about for a decade had me getting legitimately choked up just looking at them. I cried entering the Grand Necropolis. I cried at Weisshaupt. I cried at Kal Sharok. The Ossuary. The Crossroads 2 Electric Boogaloo. Just all absolutely stunning, and so lovingly crafted.
-The art direction, on top of that. They kind of go hand in hand, but genuinely, it’s great. I think the art director deserves a raise for the candlehops alone.
-The music. I love it. I know it’s not what it has been, but I think it’s fucking great. The Blight theme is far and away the best, but so many of the other tracks really fully commit to the fantasy-futurism aesthetic that has been crafted by the art direction and I think it’s so fucking cool that the music has evolved as we travel to new locations and the world of Thedas really opens up.
-Companions. I’ve spoken a little about this already. But yes, the companions are incredible. The pacing of getting to know each of them is so well executed. (It feels unfortunate that the same cannot be said about the story as a whole, really). They are each truly so memorable and I think BioWare knocking it out of the park with its companions is nothing new.
-Vocal Performances. Gareth David Lloyd should be lauded for his work as Solas. You can hear how that performance has evolved and matured over the years like a fine wine. His vicelike grasp on the nuance of that character transcends even the game’s often questionable writing. Truly incredible stuff. I also have to mention Jee Young Han for Bellara, and Bryony Corrigan and Alex Jordan for two versions of Rook. The rest of the cast is fantastic as well, those four are just so incredibly standout to me.
-This feels very specific but The Siege of Weisshaupt. That quest. Is. *chefs kiss emoji*. It’s giving game of thrones season 8 episode 4 the long night where i cant see anything but also i have existential dread!!!! Love that
-Codex entries are as well written as they ever have been, so no dip in quality of the writing there. Particularly a huge fan of the passive aggressive emails sent between Solas and the Evanuris like they were all shitty coworkers. Elgar’nan screaming “i’m the ELDEST BOY!!!” at the top of his lungs à la Kendall Roy while he and solas bicker about who was conceived of by the Fade first. Very good stuff
-Ghilan’nain is an eldritch horror lesbian witch and that is so so cool. Thank you bioware
-Maevaris Tilani
-Combat and performance. Because neither of these are story stuff, I’ll throw these together. The game performs like a fucking dream and is incredibly optimized. The combat feels amazing and I genuinely look forward to combat encounters rather than dreading them. No notes.
….The Rest, in No Particular Order:
- Morrigan forgiving her mother and the game erasing Flemeth’s nastiness was truly vomit-inducing so thanks for that one bioware
- Is Mythal good or bad bioware please answer the question and you CAN’T look at your notes
- They do get Solas mostly spot-on but Mythal is so inconceivably bad and it’s hard to divorce the two. Ironic, considering that they should be the most divorced couple that ever lived
-"Flemeth's piece of Mythal was the good version actually and was completely uncorrupted" bitch HOW?!!??!??!!?! FUCKING HOW?!?!? Literally A GAME AGO she screams at Morrigan and Lavellan about "a reckoning that will shake the heavens" promising vengeance for her betrayal because she's done nothing but stew ALONE in her anger for 2,000 years, ALSO piling on the rage and betrayals of Flemeth and (I think it's safe to presume at this point) Andraste and EVERY OTHER host she's had. If we have learned ANYTHING about spirits and "abominations" through four games it is that the spirit becomes corrupted "against its original purpose" when fused with the negative emotions of its host. What was the point of Anders, if not to foreshadow what Flemeth truly was? A spirit of justice corrupted against her purpose by living inside righteously angry women for millennia? If anything the Dagger-version of Mythal would be the uncorrupted one. Sure, she'd be lonely and pissed too but that would be the truest version to who Mythal ACTUALLY was from before. A mixed bag of grief and anger and hurt and pride. But the rage inside Flemeth's Mythal would be wild and unfettered. She would be almost unrecognizable.
-I'm moving on from Mythal now because ranting any more about her in this game is actually going to give me an aneurysm.
- Yeah this game suffers from lack of roleplay and choice carryover. It’s impossible to avoid. It was okay to suspend roleplay in a game like, say, Dragon Age 2, because Hawke as the game wrote her was such a strong personality and memorable protagonist. Rook is…. not that. Which is okay for a blank slate protagonist, but they’re also not that either. And i think they didnt commit, fully, to the idea of less roleplay. Because they *tried* to give you origin stories, but they don’t end up feeling like they truly inform the character in the way that they do in Origins, or even in Inquisition. Say what you will about Inquisition’s roleplay options, but Lavellan being Dalish DEFINES her character.
- And what do you know. Yeah. It was bad that they only let us carry over three choices. Who could have seen that one coming. It’s almost like everyone ever was like “wow. That sucks. Please reconsider.” And then they didn’t.
- And it also gets extra confusing when you realize that the three choices they said were going to matter a LOT literally don’t. At all. So that was a lie. I guess. Even Solas romancers who were being PANDERED to apparently get…like two mentions of something that feels like it should be so pervasive throughout the whole story. And one ending.
- Solavellan writing failure gets its own bullet point actually. There was so much ample opportunity for Lavellan’s presence in this story to be amplified. For the Lighthouse to contain more traces of her. In codex entries, in murals. I get that Solas probably wouldn’t talk about her to Rook much. But the fact of his yearning is downplayed when it should be overplayed. He yearns for this woman who made him think he was worth something for the first time since he took a physical body, while clouded by regret for his feelings for a long-dead woman who made him hate himself. That’s the saddest fucking story ever. Why does this game not lean into it more? I don’t know. You don’t know. None of us know.
- BioWare kind of forgot that fifty percent of the Tevinter population is slaves. What do the shadow dragons even do? There are apparently no slaves left to free!!
- BioWare kind of forgot that the Crows are very cool and yes very Italian!! 🤌🤌🤌 but also buy child slaves and turn them into soldiers by systematically weeding empathy out of them. So where was any of that.(*where is Zevran or someone who fills the role of that character. He is so desperately needed to portray the Crows with any nuance.*)
- The depiction of the Qunari/kossith, outside of Taash’s storyline (which I actually think was a very thoughtful examination of the intersection of gender and Qunari ideology), is actually the craziest most stereotypical one-note racist bullshit i’ve ever seen and i am shocked any writer allowed that to be the final product.
- You know what yes i also noticed that you couldn’t ever be mean in this game and also Rook smiles so much. She smiles when saying things she should not smile about. Idk why but that bothers me. And why are her hands always on her hips? What is she hiding
- The exposition-heavy dialogue is terrible at the start, gets way better around the first act break, then turns dangerously close back around to Avengers-style “Well, that just happened!” and it’s a mixed bag that I don’t know what to do with. I can’t blame bioware for the exposition, I’m sure that’s an EA directive of “pander to the people that want to come into the fourth installment of a series knowing nothing and not be completely lost”. But the rest…..let’s just say I can feel how many people had their hands in writing this. And I can feel it because the quality swings back and forth so wildly it gives me whiplash.
- Because of no choice carryover cameos feel like cardboard cutouts of characters. Dorian worked for me because he was doing things he would be doing anyway and it is passively mentioned that he and the Inquisitor are in close contact. Isabela is skinny like a twig now i guess (??? Hate that) and i’m happy for her whole lords of fortune thing but she is made lesser by being completely divorced from Hawke. Same for Varric, although at least he has more to do. Morrigan…………………………………………………………………anyway moving on.
- The Dalish.
- BioWare kind of forgot that Solas doesn’t hate blood magic. Doesn’t use it personally. But doesn’t hate it. Also what he does to gain a connection to Rook is LITERALLY blood magic. I don’t fucking know WHY he/the game insists that it’s not. I’m beside myself with that one.
- BioWare kind of forgot about the brewing elven uprising led by Solas that they set up at the end of Trespasser and instead now he’s a lone actor and everyone hates him. Like no. No actually some elves would have found what he was doing very cool and a great alternative to the terrible hand the world has dealt them. Perhaps all those elven Tevinter slaves you forgot to put in the game.
- BioWare kind of forgot about Briala in their rush to say “but nothing in southern thedas matters!!!”
- Cole should be in this game and the fact that he is not is actually fucking baffling.
- VERY BIG SPOILER Varric dying is fine actually and the one thing i’m literally perfectly okay with so idk why i put it down here other than it feels wrong putting this spoiler at the top lmao. But yeah that’s fine. We knew it was coming and Peepaw needed rest anyway. Good reveal, no issue there.
- Lucanis’ bugged romance ruined my life
- I made a separate post about this but Veilguard has single handedly eradicated mystery in the Dragon Age series without creating any new mystery and it’s what I’m legitimately the most sad about.
All in all, a mixed bag. I enjoyed my time with it, but it left me sad at times and not in the good way. The idea I have of Dragon Age in my head will always be more true to Dragon Age to me than this was, and I can live with that, I was just hoping for better on a lot of writing fronts.
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*bangs fist on tables* q!Phil originally said that if they were never going to see the eggs again, if they were just straight up gone forever, that he'd isolate himself far away from the main area and basically become a hermit. Basically cutting himself off from the rest of the island.
cut to post-purgatory where cc!Phil already has plans to build an area for Team Bolas, filled with memorabilia and pictures. And I dunno, I feel like they'd wanna add a base there, as well. Just for them to gather if any of them want to just chat or relax or find comfort in one another. Like, I don't think they'd just stop at walls of pictures and all that, you know?
So now just imagine q!Phil building this new place for these people that he grew so attached to in the course of merely two weeks. And I find that kinda beautiful, bonding with a group of friends in what was essentially hell itself, being able to call them a family of sorts. And now, I don't really think that isolating himself will be so easily on the table. Because even if he tries to, I don't think it'd last long, because he has sooo many people who will reach out to him and try to pull him right back (even more than before). And to think this all came from their shared suffering in purgatory is *chef's kiss* poetry.
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I will forever be thinking about Red Hood's fall in the vat. Just the angst of it is just *chef's kiss*
The sentiment of betrayal from Joker at Batman, the shame and guilt of Batman for failing Joker. I bet they both think about that moment a lot, wondering what could've been (specially Bruce on that) Did they remember the exact date? Have nightmares about it?
I wish comics would dwell on that more
Not entirely sure if you're the same Anon, but it felt like these two asks are connected. And I gotta say, yes, 100% agree.
I love the original portrayal of the fall into the vat, the way it was done before Zero Year. I do love what Snyder did with Joker, but I really dislike what he did with his origin in that comic. Making Red Hood obsessed with Batman from the very start, making him let go and smile as he does it to spite Batman... it entirely redefines his motivations and makes him too much about Batman. The way I personally reconcile Zero Year and The Killing Joke plus all other depictions of the acid vat fall (like in It's Joker Time) is through what Bruce and Joker need to believe.
Snyder's already established that Bruce and Joker remember things differently. In Endgame, Joker accuses Batman of having pushed him off a cliff in Death of the Family, when in actuality it was Joker himself who let go. In a similar manner, I think that Bruce is remembering Red Hood's fall as done intentionally to spite him because he'd rather not see it as a suicide attempt, done by someone scared and at the end of his rope. It's easier to think of it that way, isn't it? Red Hood was crazy and refused to let Batman save him on purpose; it wasn't that Batman failed to do it, it wasn't that he scared the guy so much he chose to go over a railing.
But well, I do forgive Snyder for this, because he's the one to write most of these moments of conflict when it comes to Joker's feelings towards Batman... like in Endgame, and Batman (2011) #48.
I can't help but gush over some more depictions of it though, like in the following story:
Batman: Black and White (2020) #2 -- The Spill
I love this little comic for this, for showing Joker pissed off at his supposed dependence on Batman and being like "You know what, fuck you, this time I'm letting you die". And then Batman being incapable of not saving him, even after Joker was going to walk away.
Then there's Joker's nightmare in Knight Terrors, even more recently:
Knight Terrors: The Joker (2023)
Beautiful imagery of Bruce stuffing his mouth with lobster aside... Joker's nightmare is basically Batman dying, and then him being incapable of finding another purpose. Him managing to kill Batman isn't shown as something victorious for him, it's realizing that he put too many of his eggs in one basket and thinking that perhaps he doesn't like that. That being so obsessed with Batman is not something he wants. God, there's so much to say about Knight Terrors and Joker's portrayal in it, but perhaps the most potent imagery is at the end of his nightmare. Joker's always wanted to infect everyone else with his laughter, with his way of thinking... and it finally happens. But then, he doesn't want it, because what Gotham wants to do now is destroy Batman. To kill order, sense:
Knight Terrors: The Joker (2023)
This is a literal depiction of Joker's conflicted feelings over Batman, because his psyche split after Batman's death. Part of him became Batman in the absence of him, and part of him remained a Joker who refused to admit Batman was dead. And then these two parts each acted in different ways, gave different orders... the part of him that was pure Joker ordered his followers to not listen to the part of him that needed Batman. Rosenberg, I am kissing you on the mouth for this one.
Oof, I got this long and didn't even mention Joker War, but yeah! In case you haven't read these two stories, I recommend them for showcasing Joker's conflicted love/hate relationship with Batman, and what he means to him.
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Okay after I talked about the casting of Telemachus in the iconic RAI mini-series "The Odyssey" in 1968 time to talk about an even greater casting! Penelope! Penelope was given life in this masterpiece by the Phenomenal Irene Papas (Ειρήνη Παπά)
For those of you who enjoyed her as Anticlea in the 1997 movie "The Odyssey" I can guarantee you there is no better cast for the role of Penelope than her!
For startes like with Telemachus casting her age is simply PERFECT! Irene was born in 1929 making her 39 during the shooting of the series in 1968, which is probably one of the realistic possibilities of her age (somewhere in her mid-final 30s till early 40s given how she was still courted for her hand and hoping to bear heirs so she probably was not in the same age group as Odysseus)
Not only that but Irene Papas originally was born in freaking CORINTH! She was literally born in PELOPONESE! Which is also for your information the same geographical compartment of Greece Sparta is located in (Penelope's birthland). Irene Papas was "critisized" (not really because she was phenomenal actress) that she had a very heavy peloponesian accent. Guys the next best thing would be for her to be born in freaking Sparta itself!
As you reember from my little analysis on her appearance she simply is perfect! Tall, stoutly and regaly built and exceptionally beautiful woman for her age (the type of beauty that would make 108 men turn their heads to look at her!) and with beautiful ivory-shade skin with her light olive shade to match her description! Her curls and her black hair simply make her the perfect cast!
Her chemistry with Bekim Fehmiou (Odysseus) and Renaud Varley (Telemachus) is simply unparalleled as well as the way she plays her role! Her dignity and the sadness inscribed in her eyes! Is just *chef kiss*
One of my favorite moments of hers is her emotional collapse when she realizes her son has also left for a trip even if he is not trained to navigate. She basically yells to her maids how they hid this from her and Euryclea stands in the middle defending them and immediately Penelope sits down defeated mumbling why now her son is left (especially since she knows how much in danger he is in! The collapse of a woman that had enough pain already is simply and yet amazingly portrayed!
I also loved her prayer scenes! The director not only makes her handmaids chant together in repetition like an ancient greek tragedy choir but also they are clasping their fists together making noise to send away evil. Penelope is also seen praying by clanging two bracelets together while pacing up and down her rooms.
And of course the scenes with Odysseus!!! Just can't! In fact she immediately goes to disguised Odysseus when he describes the robe and the brooch he wore by saying "Odysseus! Is that you?" and the longing in her eyes is unparalleled! And of course Odysseus backs up coming up with a lie. But their chemisty is just amazing!!! The way Fehmiou cries watching her and Papas brings the longing of Penelope out! I also loved that she didn't really abandon completely her instict because when Euryclea arrives to wash Odysseu's feet she says "He has the same age as your master but his torments aged him prematurely" like...yeah she knows deep down she was not wrong!!!!
GUYS!!! This adaptation is just gold and diamonds together!!!!!
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