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ierofrnkk · 3 months ago

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Many Moons Are Deep at Play

werewolf!Steven x reader (~3.1K)

Summary: Ever since you and Steven were attacked on the last night of your camping trip, he’s been different. Six months after the fact, you learn exactly how different he’s become.

Content: 18+, gn!reader, the other MK boys aren’t around (sorry), body horror, graphic description of a werewolf transformation, Steven is a werewolf, he’s in pain for like 400 words sorry, overuse of italics

a/n: does this count for monsterfucktober? who cares. the title is from ‘dark necessities’ by rhcp!

It’s been exactly six months, eight days, and fifteen hours since you and Steven barely made it back alive from that camping trip.

It was your idea; you suggested that this was the perfect time of year to go camping—the weather was incredible and honestly, the two of you needed a break from the city, even for a few days.

What a mistake that would turn out to be.

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The first few days were great; the spot you two had picked to camp out was perfect, there was nobody around to bother the two of you—it was great.

The last night was when things went terribly, awfully wrong.

You and Steven had put out the fire for the night and were preparing for bed when you heard it. At first, you both thought it could’ve been a bear or perhaps a neighboring camper’s dog that had gotten loose, but you very quickly—and too late—realized that it was something much, much worse.

The beast had lunged at the two of you from beyond the clearing, cloaked in darkness beside the taunting, hopeful glow of the full moon. You two barely had time to react—you managed to just get knocked back by the sheer force of such a creature, but Steven was less lucky.

The thing had gotten the best of him, but only for a second before being startled and running off. It still left its mark on him—a nasty scratch that ran from the top of his shoulder down near the middle of his chest.

You both are lucky to have made it out of there with your lives—thankfully, Steven’s injury was no more than a flesh wound, and healed with little scarring. When law enforcement arrived at your aid, you had been told that there had been sightings of wolves in the area, and were told that this was just a ‘freak accident’ and that you two were ‘not in any more danger’.

It was a difficult few months after that; poor Steven, as skittish and anxious as he already had been, was a total mess after the incident. He was grateful to have you around, though, and you helped him to return to some sense of normalcy.

Things have been generally pretty normal, but once a month, Steven is…different.

It’s like for a few days, he’s less like himself—he’s more reckless, clingier, like he can’t tear himself away from you even for a second. He’s abandoned his veganism, too, which you’ve found most strange.

He’d given you some rushed, stilted response; something about how he’d gotten tired of tofu scrambles and veggie wraps. It was very unlike Steven, but he’d been through a lot, so you’d forgiven it.

There’s a lot more steak in your fridge than you thought you’d ever have.

One day a month, though, he goes away overnight—tells you that some of his mates invite him over to have dinner and play some games, and you let him. He never tells you which friends he’s with, or where he goes.

A part of you thinks he’s lying.

He comes back all disheveled the morning after, a bit worse for wear, but he always insists that it’s just because he and the boys got a little wild the previous night.

It all doesn’t add up. You figure he’s just going through some kind of crisis in the aftermath of such a horrific attack.

But after months of this same routine, you’re fed up—it’s been too long of him lying and dancing around questions, skirting away from giving you any sort of solid, definitive answer.

“I’m coming with you tonight,” you tell him as the two of you sit on the couch together, spending time before he vanishes overnight.

He looks at you like he’s seen a ghost.

“No! No, you—love, it’s not—there’s nothing for you to worry about. Promise.”

You’re not convinced.

“I am worried, and I’m going to come with you. I don’t care what your friends say.”

He’s flustered now, nervous and looking like he’s trying to find an escape route to get out of this conversation. A part of you feels guilty for pressing him like this, but you need to know.

After what feels like an eternity of Steven struggling to find the right words to say, give some decent response to what you’re suggesting, he speaks up, voice soft.

“You can’t come with me, love.”

You make a face. You never knew Steven to be so insistent that you stay away from him, even if it’s overnight. So, you give him an ultimatum.

“Fine. If I can’t come with you, then stay home.”

He makes it seem as if that’s the worse option of the two, but he knows that you’ve got him backed into a corner. Either let you come with him, or stay at home.

That seems to have gotten through to him, and he nods, resigned. It was inevitable that you found out, and he knows that he’s damned no matter what he chooses.

“I’ll stay home, but we have to talk about this, yeah?”

You nod right away. Finally, you’re getting somewhere with him, so you’ll take whatever you can get.

He shifts in his seat beside you, suddenly feeling awkward and much more nervous about having such a conversation, but he eventually speaks up.

“After what happened to us a few months ago, I’ve been…different.”

No shit, you think. He continues, fidgeting.

“At first, I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I thought I’d just gone mental, yeah? But I didn’t. Something, er, worse happened.”

Your brows knit together in confusion, and you’re immediately able to tell that he’s stalling. Playing with his words and trying to put off this inevitable confession. You need him to tell you.

“Steven, just tell me.” You interject, tone a bit more firm than it usually is.

He tenses, and immediately blurts out the confession like the words burned in his throat.

“I’mawerewolf.”

What?

The words were rushed, all jumbled together but it was so obvious what he’d just said. You can’t believe it.

“Say again?” You ask, desperate for clarification.

His face is flushed red with embarrassment, and he can’t meet your gaze anymore—he’s awful at this, but he eventually gathers the nerve to repeat himself.

“I’m a…werewolf,” he cringes at the word, hating the way it sounds from his mouth. To further elaborate, he gestures vaguely in the direction of the window, where the sun has set and tonight’s full moon has begun to rise.

“You know; full moon, lycanthropy and all.” He makes a sad, awkward little howl noise, probably in some attempt to be funny or lighten the mood.

You stare at him, dumbfounded.

Unfortunately, it all makes too much sense.

The “wolf” attack, the disappearances once a month, the sudden change in his appetite.

Steven’s a werewolf.

The glow of the moon through the window is suddenly much less comforting. You realize he doesn’t have a lot of time before he’s unrecognizable.

“I go out to the woods every month,” he starts again after a beat of silence.

“I don’t want to hurt anybody. Don’t want to hurt you.”

You feel the guilt burn in your throat—that’s why he’s been so flighty, hiding away from you every month.

You don’t even have anything to say. What can you say to something like that?

You aren’t given much time to dwell on your thoughts before Steven doubles over in pain before you, and immediately all of your senses go on high alert.

“Oh fuck, Steven, are you okay?”

It’s a stupid question. Obviously, he isn’t.

You wish there was something you could do, but you don’t exactly know the protocol for what to do when your boyfriend starts turning into a werewolf.

“Fine! Fine, just—ah-“ he grimaces in pain, arms wrapped tightly around his middle.

You give him as much time as he needs, and he manages to get a few words out through his pain.

“Put away anything fragile—ah, fuck—please. I can’t-“ he doesn’t finish his thought, dropping to his knees from where he’d sat on the couch, and your heart aches for him.

After a few seconds of standing dumbly in place, you move with nervous speed, grabbing anything immediately fragile—glassware, the framed photo of the two of you in Cairo, anything breakable—and toss it all onto your bed, before shutting and locking the door.

By the time you return, Steven’s gotten rid of his clothes, and it’s the least of your concerns.

“I don’t want you in here when I—“ he cries out in pain, and your heart aches for him.

He doesn’t want you in the room with him when he turns.

You nod unsteadily, trying to wrap your head around this situation. An hour ago you figured that he might’ve been hiding something from you, but you never had thought that it’d be something like this.

Even though he’s warned you, you can’t take your eyes away from him.

The first thing that changes are his hands; his nails elongate into what you can only describe as claws—sharp and deadly.

You keep a safe distance.

With a pained shout, he arches back, and you bear witness to the grotesque sight—and sound—of his breastbone and ribcage cracking and stretching, expanding his chest to better accommodate the anatomy of a wolf.

It’s killing you to see Steven—your Steven—hurting and knowing there’s nothing you can do about it.

His canines stretch and sharpen into points. You back away from the living room.

You watch as he falls forward, leaning on his hands and knees; his back arches, his spine cracking and popping as his entire form is rearranged.

The sounds of his bones and joints cracking and shifting are awful enough on their own, but combined with the sound of Steven’s cries and shouts in agony, it’s that much worse.

His joints are rearranging, moving and grinding against one another. It’s grotesque and horrible, and you can’t believe that this is what Steven goes through every month.

It’s awful, and it gets worse when you see the way his face distorts, his nose and his cheekbones cracking horribly as his face stretches into something more canine than human.

It doesn’t take long until he’s completely unrecognizable. A hound; a werewolf.

You stand a fair distance from the creature that used to be your boyfriend, watching as the beast paces around your living room, sniffling and snarling as it takes in its surroundings.

“Steven..” you murmur, and the beast turns in your direction.

You can see Steven’s eyes, deep and brown—and even as unrecognizable as he is in this state, you still know that this is your Steven.

Against your better judgment, you step closer, treading softly and praying that he remembers you.

The wolf’s ears flatten against his head, and it takes a cautious step backward. It—he—growls, something low in his throat. Not quite a threat, but a warning. You can’t tell if it’s out of anger or fear.

He looks like a wolf, but bigger. You don’t know if that scares or excites you.

Every alarm bell in the back of your mind is blaring, telling you to run, get out of there, but you can’t. Not when you know that the wolf in front of you was your boyfriend a handful of minutes ago.

Slowly and carefully, you lower to your knees—you vaguely remember a documentary you and Steven had watched about wolves, how if you approach them on their level, they’d be less inclined to attack you. They’d be less threatened.

The wolf steps forward cautiously, sniffing the air in front of you as it tries to determine if you’re a friend or its next meal. It takes another step forward, and you put your hand out—palm facing upward—in front of it.

Those deep brown eyes you recognize so fondly as Steven’s never leave yours as the wolf sniffs your palm, its nose nudging your fingers as it does its best to understand who you are.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding when it presses its nose against your hand, a large, warm tongue swiping across your fingers.

He remembers you.

“Steven,” you breathe, and he huffs in response.

You move your hand carefully across the wolf’s snout, brushing your fingers over the fur on the top of its head gently.

You’re petting your boyfriend like you would a dog at the shelter.

The wolf takes another step forward, and you can see more of Steven in its eyes; that care, the affection, it’s all still there, just expressed differently.

He’s a lot bigger up close, definitely larger than any dog you’d ever seen, and that’s more obvious when the muzzle of the dog (if you can even call it that) nudges against the side of your head, then under your jaw. You can hear the way he sniffs and huffs as he takes in your scent.

Your hand slides from the top of his head down behind his ears, and you’re able to feel how soft his fur is. It’s dark, dark brown, much like Steven’s own hair color.

My boyfriend’s a werewolf, you think. Yeah, no big deal. I can roll with this.

You scratch behind his ears briefly, before you let your hands trail across more of that soft fur. With every pass of your hands, you can feel the strong beat of his heart, the way his chest expands with every breath.

After he’s gotten a good idea of your scent, he nuzzles against you for a few more moments. You can’t deny that the feeling is nice, like subconsciously, you know that it’s him.

You continue to pet him, before he shifts, and lays across your lap, putting all of his weight on you.

It doesn’t surprise you at all that Steven’s werewolf form is as much of a cuddler as he is. He’s warm, impressively so, and you take the tranquility of this moment to truly process the way this evening has gone so far.

Steven’s a werewolf. That night six months ago when you were attacked, he’d gotten scratched by what you can only assume was another werewolf, and that was all it took.

You resume brushing your hand across his fur, wondering what happened in your life to bring you to this point—sitting on your living room floor while Steven’s oversized werewolf form lays across your legs like some big lap dog.

Most of the night passes the same way, with the wolf curled up as best as it can in your lap, until you move him off of you when your legs fall asleep. There’s no complaint, though, and he settles down on the floor right in front of you, going right back to sleep.

Much to your surprise, nothing was broken like he thought when he told you to hide away anything fragile, and the two of you end up falling asleep on the living room floor.

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When you wake up the next morning, Steven’s back to himself. You take this time before he wakes up to take in the sight of him now, and mentally compare it to the way he looked last night.

You drag your hand lightly down his bare back, fingers tracing his spine, remembering the feel of his thick fur beneath your touch. He stirs, so you retract your hand, allowing him to wake up on his own.

He does, turning and stretching as he comes out of sleep, sitting up to get himself more awake.

Before things can get awkward, you grab the blanket that rests on the back of the couch, pulling it down to cover his lap, since his clothes lay in a haphazard pile on the other side of the room.

He turns to you, a sheepish grin on his face as he takes in the sight of you.

“Hiya, love,” he murmurs, voice soft and still thick with sleep.

“Sorry about…everything.” He gestures to himself, before letting his hand fall lamely back to his lap.

You shake your head, moving so that your head rests on his shoulder, now sitting beside him as the two of you wake up in the aftermath of an interesting and unexpected evening.

“It wasn’t as bad as you probably thought it’d be.”

Now it’s his turn to look at you, dumbfounded.

It’s only then that it dawns on you that he might not remember everything that happens when he’s turned, so you fill him in.

You recount the events of the previous night to him, from witnessing his transformation to the way his wolf had cuddled and nuzzled against you for most of the night until you fell asleep.

“Oh, uh, I didn’t—“ he shifts, keeping the blanket across his lap.

“—didn’t know that I’d been such a lap dog.”

He says the words sarcastically, in that self-deprecating tone that you always associate with Steven.

You take it in stride, chucking softly.

“Oh, yeah, total pooch,” you tease.

“We even played fetch at one point.”

He flushes a bright red, the color bleeding down his neck, and you swear you can hear the way that his heart rate skyrockets.

“Shut up.”

After a few beats, you speak up, voice a bit softer and more sincere.

“You go through that every month?”

He pauses, eyes falling to the blanket in his lap, hands fidgeting with the fabric. He nods, taking a slow breath.

“Not really a good way to spend the evening, is it?”

You both chuckle softly, taking this quiet morning to become accustomed to what very well might be a new routine for the two of you.

“You were pretty calm, all things considered.”

He hums, nuzzling against the side of your face as you speak. You can’t help but make the mental connection between the way he did that same gesture as a wolf last night.

“Maybe you should just stay here when you..y’know. Turn.”

You can feel him pause for a moment, thinking, but after a few seconds, he resumes his nuzzling against your jaw and neck.

“I don’t want to put that responsibility on you,” he murmurs, tone low.

You shrug, bringing a hand up to card gently through his curls. You remember the texture of his fur beneath your fingers.

“I didn’t mind it all too much. It’s not like you tore up the apartment or anything,” you gesture around, his lack of destruction apparent.

You can feel the way he grins shyly against your skin, and your hand continues to brush through his hair.

“Thank you,” he hums sleepily, breath warm against you as he speaks.

You’re definitely not opposed to one morning a month turning out this way.

tags: @winniethewife , @faretheeoscar , @silvernight-m

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stump-not-found · 15 days ago

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A03 wrapped 2024

tagged by @tempusedax-rerum >:DDDDD

1.) Biggest surprise while writing this year?

how much people responded to bill cipher saying daddy . how people have interpreted ford's relationship to mabel in theseus' guide; i've really tried to write him as really caring for her so seeing that interpreted as him disliking her is so interesting haha

most of all tho i'm just surprised and very grateful that theseus has received any attention, it's been so so wonderful reading everyone's thoughts and seeing them engage with the fic . it really makes the entire process so gratifying, and i hope folks continue to enjoy where the story goes next :D

2.) How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

i've got my erotic billford rom com Can of Snakes that's over 20k right now . it has banger titles such as "sad handjob" and "penicular sounding", so someday i'll be posting that . i think they can make it work

i also just started Weirdmageddon 2: Electric Boogaloo: Lost In New York, an AU where ford gets stan to help him finish the portal after kicking fidd's to the curb . stan and bill become besties, ford hates it, and bill isn't allowed to destroy new york until he tries a slice of 'za .

this is not accounting for the mountain of comic WIP's i have but that shit aint goin on ao3

3.) Favourite character to write this year?

ford for sure . you give me a character who's autistic in a way that isn't cute and it just means the world to me . i get to give him evil autism . the autism where we acknowledge growing up autistic is traumatizing and makes you not a nice person all the time . fuck i love him . i get to dump so much of my own shit on him its so funnnnnnn yay lalalala

there was a whole paragraph i wrote that was just describing the perfect eye angle to maintain when walking through a farmers market to avoid social scenario's, which i had to remove because it was just me rambling about my own social survival strategies . farmers markets are dangerous places

i also love writing him in the context of bill . what a fucking mess they are i hope they never get better . but together <3

4.) The character that gave you the most trouble this year?

honestly stanley pines . i feel like i soften him too much, and lean in to his more positive traits than his more negative ones . it's hard because i feel like folks don't talk about the fact he was homeless for like 10 years & also had a breaking bad style adventure in columbia

the other problem is that he IS a big softy so idk . but he should be bitchier god damn it . he should be talking about his cataracts

6.) Did you receive any gifts this year?

I DID YOU INSANE PEOPLE thank you all it make a me smile:

@stemmmm @ancharan @kronehaze @sillyhyperfixator @ezrathean0n

7.) Did you do any collaborative works this year?

i feel like all my writing is collaborative!! i spend hours talking fic stuff with my wife & brother and my stuff is all the better for it . would love to do more of that w/ other folks i love it talking and thinking and playing is so fun

8.) What do you listen to while writing?

i don't like listening to music when i write lol ...... i sit in the cold silence and type in a frantic spiral .

i listen to a lotta different things while i think of things to write tho . atm all i want in the world is to make a theseus animation to this song it's very hammercore :

youtube

9.) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

oogh that's hard to choose . i'm just gonna share a bunch that make me laugh

from theseus' guide step six:

Dipper, clearly, doesn’t get it, and Ford acknowledges he is too young to understand a professional working relationship.

also from step six:

“Oh, sure, I can move on,” Stan grins, “To the other items on my list. A, the shack’s toilets all suck, and the seats keep raisin’ automatically. B, your handwriting sucks. C–”

from theseus' guide step three:

“You think you’re coming back anytime soon?” “No, 8-Ball, I don’t think I’m ‘ coming back ’ anytime soon.” Ford snides, though 8-Ball either doesn’t register that, or doesn’t care; hard to tell with the guy, “I’m sure you’re aware, but your boss wants to kill my family. And destroy my universe. ” 8-Ball sniffs. “Cool. Mind if I eat your leftovers then? Teeth keeps eyeing them.” Ford frowns, “You couldn’t have just brought them with you?” “Nah, man, I want to eat them.”

lots of lines from step eight but we ain't there yet

uuuuhhghhg who to send this chain mail along to uuuhgghgh

@beccadrawsstuff if u wannaaaa . anyone else feel free to pick this up as well i'm bad at this lol

#stump talks #Youtube

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angelst4re · 2 years ago

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heyy!! so I was wondering if you could do a like a oneshot of being enemies with jace and him teasing you about liking him and then it ending with him eating the reader out?? IM SO SORRY ITS VERY SPECIFIC LMFOOAOAOAOOA 💀💀

hi love!! ahh i had so much fun writing this!! i was tired when i wrote this so i got a bit carried away at the end and kinda turned this into an enemies to lovers... but i hope you like it!!

Heavenly Fire- Jace x Fem!Reader (he has too many last names.)

summary: in the request!

warnings: NSFW!! smut! porn with minimal plot... oral (f recieving)(jace is the king of giving head), fingering, first time(?), but no actual sex </3

notes: i couldn't think of a title for this :( fun fact: my shower isn't working right now that is what inspired me to write this! also i feel like i nailed jace's personality in this one, i always find it hard when i'm writing for jace because of his personality but this one...

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“God! Do you ever shut up?!” You turned around to Jace, who was following you towards the kitchen as Isabelle had just made lunch.

“Now, I know I’ve been called heavenly, but a God? I’ve not heard that before.” He teased, earning an evil stare from you.

“What are you talking about?” Isabelle asked, placing some bowls on the table of what appeared to be soup?

“Jace is being a-“

“Y/n confessed her everlasting love to me, we’re getting married next week, I better go and inform Alec and Magnus-“

“Oh shut up, Jace! You know I don’t like you!” You gave Jace a shove before you sat down at the table. He snickered as he sat down opposite you, clearly happy with your reaction.

“Keep telling yourself that, love.” He said under his breath before Isabelle joined the two of you at the table.

There was no denying Jace was attractive, it was almost annoying how he always looked perfect. His perfect blonde hair and his perfect eyes and his perfect smirk and his perfect body- But that wasn’t why you hated him. You hated him because he was such an asshole all the time. He knew he was good looking, and he was overly confident- or so it seemed to you. He never had an issue when it came to one night stands, but you noticed he could never hold down a relationship. You would never see him with the same girl more than once, sometimes twice on the odd occasion. Even you had longer relationships than that (although Isabelle would say being together for 5 days didn’t count as a relationship.)

After finishing the soup Izzy had made, you gave Jace one last glance before standing up and placing your bowl by the sink.

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After a long day of training, it was no surprise that you were sweaty and needed a shower. So, naturally, you headed to your bathroom, locked the door and began to undress. But there was a problem.

Your shower wasn’t working.

You sighed and stepped back out, taking your robe which was hanging up by the door and slipping it on, tying it up, and unlocking the bathroom door again.

You hoped that Isabelle would let you use her bathroom, as the spare bathrooms were tiny and quite frankly disgusting. But as you got closer to her room, you could hear music being played, and as you put your ear to the door you heard not only Isabelle’s voice but also Simon’s. You quickly dismissed this idea.

But that meant you only had one more option. Jace.

Alec was most probably at Magnus’ apartment, so you could use his shower- but you wouldn’t want to do so without asking him first. So you had no other choice.

You felt a strange buzz of anxiety in your belly as you knocked on Jace’s door, all you wanted to do was have a shower, there’s nothing to be anxious about!

As he opened the door, you were met with a shirtless Jace, his hair damp and slightly wavy, his-

“Come to discuss our wedding, love?” He teased you, eyeing you up and down, trying to figure out if you were actually wearing anything beneath your robe. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and shook your head.

“Jace, look, my shower isn’t working and Izzy has Simon over. I didn’t want to have to bother you but-”

“You want to take a shower with me? Without taking me to dinner first? Wow-”

“No, no! I meant, I- You-” You suddenly became quite flustered, unable to think of anything other than the sight of him in the shower, hair dripping, the way the water would fall on his body- Stop! You were sure you were blushing now, and as you looked back up at him, he confirmed it with a devilish smirk.

“What’s got you so pink in the face, sweetheart? I thought you hated me?” He taunted you, and you couldn’t take it any more. The throbbing between your thighs was becoming almost painful as you wrapped your arms around his neck and captured his lips with yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t help but think about what this would do to his ego. He was going to become unbearable to live with, but in the moment you couldn’t help yourself. He was so fucking hot, you could never truly hate him.

You pushed him backwards a little, so you were both in his room with the door shut. If Isabelle saw the two of you right now, she would never shut up about it, telling you I told you so. You always denied your feelings towards Jace, hiding them with hatred, and he always expressed his feelings through teasing you, causing you to ‘hate’ him even more.

Quickly, you pull away from Jace before he had the chance to rest his hands on your waist.

“Oh, fuck!” You hid your face with your hands, turning away from Jace. You were such an idiot.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong, I-” Jace genuinely seemed confused, and quite panicked by your sudden change in attitude.

“No. Well, actually, yes you have. You’re such an asshole, Jace. But I can’t help every time I see your perfect fucking face, or your… What I’m trying to say is this was a mistake. I-” You were shut up by lips crashing into yours once more, this time more passionate than the last. His hand cupped your face as the other held your waist, leading the two of you closer and closer towards the bed. He must have seen the way your eyes were so lust-blown only a few moments ago, as his hand creeped towards the place where your robe was tied, and within seconds it had fallen to the floor.

You would have felt nervous, even anxious about your body being on display like this, especially in front of Jace as he pulled away from the kiss, but as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, your worries disappeared. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became heavier.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hand gently placed on your shoulder. He slid it down your body, touching you for the first time. He gently caressed your breasts, massaging the soft flesh as small whimpers left your lips and your eyes fell shut. He took a moment to toy with your nipples, and that was when you let out an almost pornographic moan. At that, he dropped to his knees, his hand sliding down your torso until it rested just above your cunt.

He placed kisses along your thighs before looking up at you, as if asking for permission. You eagerly nodded your head, you desperately needed him to touch you.

He moved slightly and took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder to put your slick pussy on full display for him. He parted your lips with two fingers, before leaning in and swiping his tongue along your clit. The action was so sudden that your knees buckled beneath you, so he moved once more and pushed you down onto the bed. As your back fell onto the mattress, he pulled you closer to him so your knees were hanging off his bed. Then, he resumed his attack on your clit.

“Oh fuck! Jace!” You groaned, slapping one hand over your mouth and tangling the other in his hair as he ate you out.

He sucked you clit between his lips, earning a string of moans to fall from your lips, and that’s when he decided to trace his finger over your hole, before replacing it with his thumb. He eased the tip of his thumb in before pulling it out again, watching as your hole pulsed, begging for more.

Without any warning, he slipped his middle finger into you and curled it upwards in a ‘come here’ motion as he continued sucking, lipping and nipping at your clit. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around the man between your thighs, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Shh, it’s okay, angel. Think you can take another one?” He teased, bringing a second finger to your entrance.

Jace had assumed you were a virgin, and he was right. However, he knew you had touched yourself before. Occasionally, you would think you were home alone and your hand would travel between your thighs, small moans and whimpers would fall from your lips as Jace passed by your room. It took all his strength to simply walk past, especially when you would moan his name.

He slipped the second finger in, and you felt that familiar feeling in your belly. However, this time it felt ten times stronger. You were worried that you would actually explode when you reached your high.

“I know you’ve been wanting this, angel. Coming undone on my fingers, my tongue. Pretending you hate me, but I could see straight through you. I knew all along you were just a little slut, isn’t that right? I knew just how jealous you would get whenever a girl would come home with me, just how angry it would make you. But it’s okay, they never meant anything,” his thumb replaced his mouth on your clit as he spoke, and his words went straight to your core, “I knew all along you wanted to be my girl. Cum for me and I’ll make your wish come true, cum on my fingers, darling, I know you’re close.

Just as your orgasm washed over you and your thighs began to tremble, Jace leaned down and captured your lips with his. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, followed by strings of profanities as his fingers continued to pump inside you, working through your high. You had never felt so… wonderful. You were gasping for air but Jace’s lips were still on yours, you could even taste yourself on his tongue.

You wrapped both of your arms around him and held him close, hoping he would lie by your side when you finally came back to reality. However, he escaped from your arms and went into the bathroom to retrieve a soft, damp cloth to clean you up with.

“Stay still for me, darling.” He chuckled as he spread your legs to clean up your messy cunt, but your thighs kept pressing together. However, he managed to clean you up and threw the cloth to the corner of the room, to a pile of clothes that needed washing.

He helped you up the bed, so your head was against the pillows, and lied beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm embrace as your head rested on his chest.

He stroked your bare back, causing you to shiver slightly as it tickled, which seemed to amuse Jace.

“So what does this mean?” You asked, moving your head to look up at Jace who was sitting against the headboard, one arm behind his head.

“What does what mean?”

“Everything you said, about being yours?”

Jace took a moment to think, and you were filled with a sudden panic that he didn’t mean what he said, that it just felt right in the moment.

“You can use my shower, sweetheart. When you’re finished, get changed into something nice, or not- but I don’t think you’d want to wear leggings and a hoodie on your first date.” He said, a smirk creeping up on his lips.

“Are you, the Jace Herondale- who never dates- asking me out on a date?”

“No, I’m not asking you,” he chuckled, playing with your hair, “darling, I’m telling you.”

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muiitoloko · 4 months ago

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hiii! I adore ur fics. may I request a colin firth/reader fic wherein they’re secretly dating but are super touchy and sweet during interviews that fans speculate that theyre together? something fluffy (maybe even smutty) thanks so much!!

Title: Behind the Veil of Stardom.

Summary: In the heart of Paris, two co-stars share more than just a script. When their secret romance becomes the subject of speculation, they must decide whether to keep hiding or embrace the truth.

Pairing: Colin Firth × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Author's Notes: Thanks so much for your order! I hope it brings you all the joy and smiles! 🫶😊

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You smiled and said thank you as one of the staff helped you attach the microphone to your outfit, the small device fitting snugly against the fabric of your blouse. Today was a big day—an interview in Paris to promote your new TV series, a romantic drama that had already started to generate buzz for its intense, passionate scenes. And sitting comfortably next to you, talking softly to the interviewer as everything was being prepared, was your co-star and secret boyfriend, Colin Firth.

Colin looked effortlessly charming, his relaxed demeanor and easy smile making him the perfect partner for this interview. The two of you had shared many intimate scenes in the series, your on-screen chemistry undeniable. But what the public didn’t know was that the chemistry extended off-screen as well, and it was hard to keep that hidden when every glance, every touch, held a deeper meaning.

When the microphone was finally secured, you made your way over to sit next to Colin, who greeted you with a warm smile. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. Because your characters were a romantic couple in the series, Colin had more leeway to be affectionate during the interview—a fact that he clearly intended to make the most of.

As you settled into the chair beside him, Colin leaned in slightly, his hand resting casually on the back of your chair, his thumb brushing lightly against your shoulder. It was a subtle gesture, one that could easily be interpreted as part of the interview performance, but you felt the warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric of your blouse, sending a thrill down your spine.

The interviewer began with a few light questions about the series, asking about the challenges of filming such a passionate romance and how the two of you had managed to create such believable chemistry on screen. Colin, ever the gentleman, was quick to praise your talents, his voice low and warm as he spoke.

“Well, she’s an incredible actress,” Colin said, his eyes locking onto yours with a look that made your heart skip a beat. “Our scenes together were so… intense. It felt natural, really, to just lose ourselves in the moment, to bring that raw emotion to the screen.”

You smiled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at his words. “Colin’s too kind,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “He made it easy to connect, to really dive into the emotions our characters were feeling. I think that’s why the scenes turned out the way they did.”

The interviewer nodded, clearly intrigued. “There were several, shall we say, very intimate scenes between your characters. How did you approach those, especially knowing the audience would be watching so closely?”

Colin’s hand slid from the back of your chair to rest on your thigh, the gesture hidden from the camera but sending a wave of heat through your body. His touch was firm but gentle, a reminder of the connection you shared both on and off screen.

“We approached them with a lot of trust,” Colin said smoothly, his thumb rubbing small circles against your leg. “When you’re filming scenes like that, it’s important to feel safe, to know that your partner is there with you, fully present. And I think we both understood the importance of making those moments as real as possible.”

You nodded in agreement, trying to focus on your response despite the distracting sensation of Colin’s hand on your thigh. “Exactly,” you added, your voice a little breathier than you intended. “We wanted to make sure that the passion between our characters was authentic, and that meant being completely open and vulnerable with each other.”

The interviewer smiled, clearly sensing the chemistry between you. “It certainly shows on screen. The tension, the connection—it’s palpable. How did you prepare for those scenes?”

You exchanged a quick glance with Colin, your heart fluttering as you prepared to answer the interviewer’s question. It was always a delicate dance, balancing your genuine affection for each other with the need to keep your off-screen relationship private. Still, the chemistry between you was undeniable, and it was hard not to let that slip through in moments like this.

“Well,” you began, casting Colin a playful look, “preparing for those scenes was all about trust and communication. We spent a lot of time discussing how we wanted to approach them, what our characters were feeling in those moments. It helped that we’ve worked together before, so there was already a level of comfort.”

Colin nodded, his hand still resting on your thigh, though his touch was so light it could be interpreted as entirely casual. “Absolutely,” he agreed, his voice smooth and warm. “We wanted to honor the story, especially since it’s based on such a popular romance book. There’s a lot of expectation there, and we knew we had to get it right.”

The interviewer smiled, clearly intrigued by your dynamic. “It sounds like you two had a great partnership on set. Speaking of which, I’ve heard that you’ve worked together on several other projects before this one. How well do you think you know each other?”

You could sense the interviewer’s curiosity as he leaned forward slightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Why don’t we find out?” he suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “How about we play a little game to see just how much you really know about each other?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, exchanging another look with Colin. “What kind of game?” you asked, your tone light and playful, though you couldn’t deny the flicker of excitement at the idea.

The interviewer reached under his chair and pulled out two small whiteboards and markers, handing one to each of you. “It’s simple,” he explained. “I’ll ask you both a series of questions about each other, and you’ll write down your answers. Then we’ll see how many you get right. It should be fun!”

Colin chuckled, his thumb brushing your leg one last time before he reluctantly removed his hand to take the whiteboard and pen. “I’m game if you are,” he said, his eyes twinkling with the same playful mischief that always made your heart skip a beat.

You smiled, taking the whiteboard and marker with a nod. “Let’s do it,” you agreed, feeling a mix of anticipation and amusement. It would be a fun way to test just how well you really knew each other after all this time, though you’d have to be careful not to give away too much about your real relationship.

The interviewer’s first question was an easy one, and you both scribbled down your answers with a smile. “What’s Colin’s favorite food?” he asked, clearly starting with something light to ease you into the game.

You grinned as you wrote down your answer, glancing over at Colin to see him doing the same. When you both revealed your answers, you were pleased to see that you’d both written down “fish and chips,” a classic British favorite that you knew Colin couldn’t resist.

The interviewer laughed, clearly enjoying the camaraderie between you. “Well done! You got that one right. Let’s see how you do with this next one. What’s her favorite book?”

Colin hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought. You knew that he knew the answer, but you also knew he was trying to think of a way to write it down without giving away too much. Finally, he scribbled something on his board and turned it around with a grin.

You burst out laughing when you saw what he’d written: “The book our show is based on, of course!”

You playfully nudged him with your elbow. “That’s cheating,” you teased, though you couldn’t help but smile at his clever answer.

“Hey, I’m just playing it safe,” Colin replied with a wink, his tone light and teasing.

The interviewer laughed, clearly enjoying the banter between you. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you that one. Let’s move on to something a bit more challenging. What’s Colin’s most embarrassing moment on set?”

You and Colin exchanged a glance, both of you stifling laughter as you remembered the incident in question. Trying to keep a straight face, you quickly wrote down your answer, knowing that this would be a good one.

When you both revealed your answers, they were identical: “That time he walked into the wrong dressing room… several times.”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh, now this sounds like a story. Care to share?”

Colin chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Let’s just say I was a bit distracted that day,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “I walked into the wrong dressing room not once, but several times. Luckily, no one was… too indecent.”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the memory, and as the interviewer looked at you expectantly, you decided to tell the full story, knowing it was too funny not to share.

“Well, the truth is,” you began, still chuckling, “Colin was actually looking for my dressing room that day. We’d agreed to practice our lines before shooting a particularly intense scene, and I told him to just wait for me in my dressing room while I talked to the director. But there was one little problem… Colin didn’t know which one was mine.”

Colin groaned good-naturedly, shaking his head as he rubbed his temples. “In my defense,” he interjected, “all the dressing rooms looked exactly the same. They were like a maze. I thought I could figure it out, you know? Just a quick peek in each one, and I’d find yours eventually.”

You grinned, nodding as you continued the story. “So, instead of asking me or just waiting for me like we’d agreed, he decided to go on a little adventure of his own. He figured he’d just relax on my sofa while I finished up. What could go wrong, right?”

Colin rolled his eyes, though the smile on his face betrayed his amusement. “Except I had no idea which one was yours,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “So, I tried my luck with the first door I found, and, well… let’s just say it wasn’t yours.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter as you remembered the look on Colin’s face when he finally told you what had happened. “The first dressing room he walked into belonged to one of our co-stars, who was in the middle of getting changed. Poor Colin nearly died of embarrassment when he realized his mistake, but instead of retreating and asking for directions like any sane person would, he just apologized profusely and quickly shut the door.”

“And then,” Colin added, holding up a finger as if to make a point, “I tried the next door, thinking, ‘Alright, this has to be it.’ But no, it was the director’s assistant’s room. She was having a cup of tea and looked at me like I was completely lost, which, to be fair, I was.”

By this point, you were both laughing so hard that you had to wipe tears from your eyes. “So there he was,” you continued, trying to catch your breath, “wandering from room to room, getting more and more flustered, until he finally gave up and just sat down in the hallway, waiting for me to finish talking to the director. When I found him, he looked so defeated, just sitting there with his head in his hands.”

Colin shook his head with a wry smile. “I was a broken man by that point,” he said with mock solemnity. “I’d seen too much.”

The interviewer was grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the playful banter between you. “It sounds like quite the adventure,” he said, trying to contain his own laughter. “I’m sure that’s one day on set neither of you will forget anytime soon.”

You nodded, still giggling. “Definitely not. And after that, I made sure to text Colin detailed directions to my dressing room whenever we had to meet up, just to avoid any more mix-ups.”

Colin leaned closer to you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Lesson learned,” he said with a playful wink. “Next time, I’ll just ask for directions.”

The interviewer smiled, clearly pleased with the lighthearted energy in the room. “Well, it sounds like you two have a great rapport, both on and off-screen. It’s no wonder the chemistry between your characters is so believable. Thank you both for sharing that story—it’s always nice to hear about the fun moments behind the scenes.”

You exchanged a warm glance with Colin, feeling a deep sense of affection for him. It was moments like these that made you appreciate just how much fun you had together, both as co-stars and as secret partners. No matter the challenges that came with your relationship, the laughter and love you shared made it all worthwhile.

The interviewer, clearly enjoying the playful energy between you and Colin, decided to keep the game going. “Alright, let’s see how well you know each other when it comes to preferences,” he said with a grin. “What’s Colin’s favorite way to unwind after a long day on set?”

You exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Colin before turning your attention to your whiteboard. You didn’t even need to think about it; you already knew the answer by heart. Colin’s routine was one of the things you loved most about him—simple, yet so quintessentially him.

You quickly scribbled down your answer and then turned the board around for the interviewer to see: “A glass of wine and a good book.”

Colin revealed his own board at the same time, and sure enough, he had written the exact same thing. “She knows me too well,” he said with a smile, his voice warm and affectionate. “There’s nothing like relaxing with a nice glass of red and losing myself in a good novel.”

The interviewer nodded appreciatively. “That sounds like the perfect way to unwind. You both seem to know each other quite well so far. Let’s see if we can find something a little trickier. How about this—what’s her favorite comfort food?”

Colin chuckled softly, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he considered the question. This was a bit of a tough one, mainly because you had a few different comfort foods depending on your mood. But there was one particular dish that you always gravitated towards, especially after a long day or when you needed a bit of a pick-me-up.

As Colin wrote down his answer, you quickly did the same, feeling a bit of anticipation as you wondered if he would get it right.

When you both revealed your boards, you couldn’t help but smile. You had written, “Chocolate cake,” while Colin had written, “Chocolate cake or anything with chocolate, really.”

You laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “He’s got me there,” you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through you at how well he knew you. “Chocolate is my go-to when I need a bit of comfort. And Colin’s been kind enough to indulge my sweet tooth on more than one occasion.”

Colin grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I’ve learned to keep a stash of chocolate on hand whenever we’re filming together,” he said with a wink. “It’s become part of the routine.”

The interviewer smiled, clearly enjoying the easy rapport between you. “That’s sweet—literally. It’s great to see how well you both know each other. But let’s throw in a bit of a curveball now. What’s Colin’s guilty pleasure TV show?”

You stifled a laugh as you immediately thought of the answer. Colin had once confessed this to you during a late-night conversation, and you had teased him mercilessly about it ever since. You quickly wrote down your answer, glancing over at Colin to see a slightly sheepish grin on his face as he did the same.

When you revealed your boards, your suspicions were confirmed. You had written, “The Great British Bake Off,” while Colin had written, “The Great British Bake Off (don’t judge).”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow in surprise, clearly amused. “Really? The Great British Bake Off? I wouldn’t have guessed that!”

Colin chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “What can I say? It’s strangely addictive. There’s something incredibly soothing about watching people bake under pressure. Plus, it gives me ideas for when I want to surprise someone with a homemade treat.”

You gave Colin a playful nudge, your eyes twinkling with affection. “And he’s actually pretty good at it,” you added, trying not to let too much of your admiration slip into your voice. “I’ve had the pleasure of sampling a few of his baking experiments, and I have to say, he could give some of those contestants a run for their money.”

Colin’s smile softened, and you could see the affection in his eyes as he looked at you. “Well, I do have a great taste tester,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth.

The interviewer watched the exchange with a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the interaction between you. “It sounds like you two have a lot of fun together, both on and off set. It’s always nice to see co-stars who genuinely enjoy each other’s company. Let’s do one more question—something a bit more personal. What’s her favorite memory from filming this series?”

You paused for a moment, considering your answer carefully. There were so many great memories from filming, but one particular moment stood out in your mind—something that was special to you, not just because of the series, but because of what it meant for your relationship with Colin.

As you wrote down your answer, you noticed Colin hesitating slightly before he began to write. You wondered if he was thinking of the same memory or if he would choose something else entirely.

When you both revealed your boards, your heart skipped a beat. You had written, “The day we filmed the final scene in the rain,” while Colin had written, “The final scene in the rain.”

The interviewer leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “That sounds like a significant moment. Can you tell us more about why it’s your favorite memory?”

You exchanged a glance with Colin, a shared understanding passing between you as you remembered that day. It had been one of the most challenging scenes to film, both physically and emotionally, but it had also brought you closer together in a way you hadn’t expected.

“The final scene in the rain was… intense,” you began, choosing your words carefully. “It was the culmination of our characters’ journey, and there was so much raw emotion in that moment. We had to dig deep, both of us, to bring out everything our characters were feeling. But what made it really special was the way Colin was there for me every step of the way. He made me feel safe, supported, and that allowed me to give everything I had to the scene.”

Colin nodded, his expression softening as he listened to your words. “It was a challenging scene, but it was also one of the most rewarding,” he added. “There was this incredible energy between us, and I think that’s why the scene turned out the way it did. We were both fully present, fully committed to making it as real as possible. And I think that’s why it’s my favorite memory from filming—because it was a moment where we were completely in sync, both as actors and as… well, as partners in this journey.”

You could feel your heart swelling with emotion at his words, and you had to take a moment to compose yourself before responding. “It was a moment I’ll never forget,” you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. “It wasn’t just about the scene—it was about the connection we shared, the trust and understanding that made it possible. That’s what made it so special.”

The interviewer smiled warmly, clearly touched by the depth of your responses. “Thank you both for sharing that. It’s clear that your bond goes beyond just being co-stars—it’s something deeper, something that really shines through in your performances. I’m sure the audience will feel that connection when they watch the series.”

You and Colin exchanged a glance, your eyes meeting with a shared understanding. The interviewer might not know the full extent of your relationship, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the connection you shared, the love and respect that had brought you together both on and off screen.

As the interview wrapped up, the interviewer thanked you both for your time and insights, clearly pleased with how the conversation had gone. “It’s been a pleasure talking with you both,” he said with a smile. “I’m sure the series will be a huge success, and I wish you both the best of luck with it.”

You smiled in return, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to share this moment with Colin. “Thank you,” you replied warmly. “It’s been a lot of fun, and we’re both really excited for everyone to see the series.”

Colin nodded in agreement, his hand once again resting lightly on your back as he added, “It’s been a great experience, and we’re looking forward to sharing it with the world.”

As the cameras stopped rolling and the interviewer said his goodbyes, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. The interview had gone better than you’d expected, and it was clear that the chemistry between you and Colin was undeniable—even if the full extent of your relationship remained a well-kept secret.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave the set, Colin leaned in close, his voice low and filled with affection as he whispered in your ear, “You were amazing, love. As always.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering at the sound of his voice, and you turned to face him, your eyes shining with the love and admiration you felt for him. “So were you,” you replied softly, your voice filled with warmth.

For a brief moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, standing together, sharing a connection that went beyond words. It was a moment of quiet intimacy, a reminder of the bond you shared—a bond that had only grown stronger over time.

Over the weeks that followed, the whirlwind of interviews, press events, and promotional activities for your TV series only intensified. The undeniable chemistry between you and Colin became a hot topic, not just among journalists but also within the ever-watchful fan community. As each new interview aired, fans dissected every look, every touch, every shared laugh between you and Colin, speculating wildly about whether the on-screen romance had spilled over into real life.

The speculation was impossible to ignore. Fan forums buzzed with theories, shipping hashtags for your characters—and for you and Colin—trended on social media. Fans analyzed your body language, scrutinized your words for hidden meanings, and even compared your outfits for any hint that might confirm their suspicions. It was all in good fun, mostly, and the attention certainly helped build excitement around the series. But as the days passed, the constant scrutiny began to weigh on you, making it harder to enjoy the playful charade you and Colin had been so careful to maintain.

Late one night, after another exhausting day of interviews, you found yourself alone in Colin's hotel room. You had fled there as soon as you could, desperate for the comfort of his presence after the pressure of the day. The suite was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tightly shut against the prying eyes of the city below. Colin was in the bathroom, the sound of the shower running a soft, steady backdrop to your thoughts as you lay on the bed, your iPad resting on your lap.

You couldn't help yourself; you opened YouTube and clicked on one of the interviews from earlier that week. The video had already racked up thousands of views, and the comments section was overflowing with fan speculation. You scrolled through the comments, your heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and curiosity.

"Did you see the way Colin looked at her? They're definitely more than just co-stars."

"I swear, they have to be dating. The way they touch each other... it's not just acting."

"That chemistry is too real. I bet they're together in real life."

You sighed, rubbing your temple as you stared at the screen. The comments were relentless, and while some were playful and lighthearted, others hit a little too close to home. What if the fans were right? What if they found out about your relationship? The thought of your private life being dragged into the spotlight, of the media frenzy that would surely follow, made your chest tighten with anxiety.

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up to see Colin stepping out, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp and tousled. He noticed the troubled expression on your face immediately, his brow furrowing with concern as he crossed the room to join you on the bed.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked softly, sitting down beside you and gently taking the iPad from your hands. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

You hesitated, unsure of how to put your worries into words. "It's just... the fans," you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "They're starting to speculate. A lot. About us."

Colin glanced at the screen, quickly scanning the comments before setting the iPad aside with a sigh. He reached out, pulling you into his arms, his embrace warm and reassuring. "Let them speculate," he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. "They're going to talk no matter what we do. But that doesn't mean we have to let it affect us."

You buried your face in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him, the tension slowly easing from your body as he held you. "I know," you whispered, your voice muffled against his skin. "But what if they find out? What if this all gets out of hand?"

Colin pulled back slightly, lifting your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were warm, filled with a quiet intensity that made your heart ache. "If they find out, we'll deal with it together," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "But for now, let's not borrow trouble. We're here, we're together, and that's all that matters."

His words were a balm to your frayed nerves, and you nodded, feeling the last of your worries begin to melt away. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, lingering kiss, needing the closeness, the reassurance of his touch. Colin responded eagerly, his hands slipping under your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin with a familiar, electrifying touch that sent shivers down your spine.

As the kiss deepened, all thoughts of the outside world faded away, replaced by the heat of his body against yours, the taste of him on your lips. His hands roamed your body with a knowing touch, igniting a fire within you that only he could satisfy. You moaned softly against his mouth, your worries forgotten as you lost yourself in him, in the moment.

You stretched out your hands, placing them against Colin’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, still slightly damp from the shower. As you looked down, a smirk tugged at your lips when you noticed the telltale sign of his excitement—a distinct tent forming under the towel wrapped around his waist.

Raising an eyebrow, you met his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. “Already excited?” you teased, your voice low and sultry, the words laced with mischief.

Colin’s breath hitched slightly at your touch, but his lips curled into a grin, his eyes darkening with desire. “What can I say? You have that effect on me,” he murmured, his voice thick with need as his hands trailed down your sides, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt.

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “I haven’t even started yet.” Your hands slid down his chest, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles before slipping lower, teasing the edge of the towel. “But I’m more than happy to do something about it.”

Colin’s breath quickened, his hands tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer, the tension between you palpable. “Is that a promise?” he whispered, his voice rough with anticipation.

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you let your actions speak for you, your hand slipping beneath the towel, fingers brushing against his hardened length. Colin let out a low groan, his hips involuntarily bucking into your touch as you wrapped your fingers around him, feeling his arousal pulse against your palm.

His reaction sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you began to stroke him slowly, your thumb grazing the sensitive tip. “Feels like someone’s been waiting for this,” you teased, your voice a husky whisper as you watched the pleasure play across his features.

Colin’s response was a deep, guttural moan, his head falling back against the pillow as he surrendered to the sensations you were building within him. “You have no idea,” he breathed, his hands gripping your hips with a desperate need as he fought to maintain control.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his neck, trailing kisses down to his collarbone as you continued your slow, deliberate strokes. Each touch, each caress was designed to drive him wild, to push him closer to the edge without letting him fall.

“I want to hear you beg for it,” you whispered against his skin, your voice a seductive purr as you nipped at his ear, your hand still working him with a tantalizing rhythm. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Colin’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. But he couldn’t resist you, couldn’t deny the fire you’d ignited within him. “Please,” he finally groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I need you. Now.”

His words sent a surge of heat through you, and with a wicked grin, you released him from your grip, only to quickly discard the towel.

You praised him, your voice soft yet laced with undeniable command. "Good boy," you murmured, your breath warm against his skin as you slid down his body, your lips tracing a path of fire along his torso. Colin shivered at your touch, his body taut with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with the promise of what was to come.

As you reached his hips, you glanced up at him, meeting his gaze with a sultry smile that made his breath hitch. You could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire that burned just beneath the surface. It thrilled you to see him like this—so vulnerable, so completely at your mercy.

Without breaking eye contact, you leaned in closer, your tongue flicking out to taste him, running along his length with deliberate, tantalizing slowness. Colin’s breath caught in his throat, his hands fisting the sheets as he fought to maintain control. But you weren’t going to let him keep it—not tonight.

You took him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him as you began to work him with a rhythm that was both slow and relentless, your tongue swirling around his tip before sliding down his shaft. Colin’s moan was low, guttural, his head falling back against the pillow as the pleasure you were giving him overwhelmed his senses.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice strained as he tried to resist the urge to thrust up into your mouth. But you weren’t having it. You wanted him to surrender completely, to give in to the pleasure you were so expertly drawing from him.

You took him deeper, your mouth hot and wet as you bobbed your head, the suction building with each movement. Colin’s hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers tangling in your hair as he fought to hold back, the tension coiling in his stomach like a tightly wound spring. But you didn’t let up, your hands sliding up his thighs, urging him to relax, to submit to the waves of pleasure crashing over him.

He was panting now, his body trembling as he hovered on the edge, so close to the release he desperately craved. “You’re so good,” you whispered around him, your voice vibrating through him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. “Such a good boy, Colin. Let go for me.”

The words were his undoing. With a hoarse cry, he surrendered completely, his release crashing over him in powerful waves as you took everything he had to give, your mouth working him through it until he was spent and trembling beneath you.

But you weren’t finished with him yet. Pulling away slightly, you looked up at him, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a hint of mischief. “Not so dominant now, are you?” you teased, your voice dripping with playful irony. “Who’s in control here?”

Colin’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, but even in his post-orgasmic haze, you could see the flicker of defiance in his eyes, the challenge that you had thrown down. He wasn’t about to let you have the last word.

With a sudden burst of energy, he surged up, flipping you onto your back with a speed that took your breath away. Before you could react, he was on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as he loomed over you, his eyes dark with renewed hunger.

“Oh, love,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve had your fun. But now, it’s my turn.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond. His mouth crashed down on yours, hot and demanding, his free hand sliding down your body to cup your breast, squeezing it just hard enough to make you gasp. The sudden shift in power sent a thrill through you, your body arching up into his touch as desire reignited between you.

Colin’s lips left yours, trailing hot kisses down your neck, biting and sucking at your skin until you were squirming beneath him, desperate for more. His hand slid lower, fingers deftly slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, finding you already wet and ready for him.

“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. “Did you want to push me until I took control?”

You moaned, your hips bucking up against his hand as his fingers found your most sensitive spot, teasing you with light, torturous strokes. “Yes,” you gasped, your voice breathless with need. “God, yes, Colin, please.”

Colin’s eyes darkened with a mix of lust and amusement as he watched you squirm beneath him, his fingers teasing you with just enough pressure to drive you wild, but not enough to give you what you desperately craved. He was in control now, and he intended to make you feel every ounce of it.

With a mischievous smirk, Colin pulled away slightly, his fingers leaving your core just as you were on the verge of begging for more. “Let’s get you out of these,” he murmured, his voice a seductive growl as he deftly began to undress you. His hands were quick and skilled, sliding your panties down your legs, then slowly peeling off your shirt, exposing your flushed, sensitive skin to the cool air of the room.

Once you were completely bare before him, Colin leaned back slightly, his eyes raking over your body with a look of pure, unfiltered desire. “Now,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “I’m going to let you choose, love. My fingers or my mouth. What’s it going to be?”

You bit your lip, pretending to consider his offer, even as your body ached for his touch. The heat between your thighs was almost unbearable, and the way Colin was looking at you, like he was ready to devour you whole, only made the anticipation even more intense.

Finally, you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Both,” you whispered, your voice breathy with need. “I want both, Colin.”

His eyes flared with approval at your boldness, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re such a naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “But I like that about you.”

Without another word, Colin shifted his position, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your body, his lips and tongue leaving a burning path in their wake. When he reached your core, he didn’t hesitate, diving in with a fervor that made your entire body jolt with pleasure.

His mouth was relentless, his tongue flicking and swirling over your clit with expert precision, his lips sucking and nibbling at just the right moments to keep you on the edge, never quite letting you fall over. It was maddening, the way he played your body like an instrument, each touch, each movement calculated to drive you wild.

But true to his word, he didn’t stop there. As his mouth continued its torturous assault, Colin’s fingers joined in, sliding into you with a smooth, practiced ease that made you cry out in pleasure. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your back arch off the bed, your hands fisting in the sheets as you lost yourself in the overwhelming sensations.

“God, Colin,” you moaned, your voice breathless and desperate. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. If anything, he doubled down, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, building you up higher and higher until you were trembling with the effort to hold on. He was ruthless in his pursuit of your pleasure, his mouth never leaving your clit, his fingers moving with a relentless rhythm that made your entire body sing with ecstasy.

“Come for me,” he growled against your skin, his voice sending vibrations through you that only heightened your pleasure. “Come for me, love. I want to feel you.”

That was all it took. With a cry of pure, unbridled pleasure, you came undone, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm as waves of pleasure crashed over you, one after the other. Colin didn’t let up, his mouth and fingers drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.

Finally, when the last aftershocks had subsided, Colin pulled away, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at you, a smug smile on his lips. “There’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, his fingers gently stroking your thigh as you came down from your high.

You could barely find the strength to respond, your body still tingling with the aftereffects of your orgasm. But as you looked up at Colin, his face inches from yours, you couldn’t help but smile, a deep sense of contentment settling over you.

Colin gave you a sweet, lingering kiss, his lips soft and warm against yours, the taste of your shared passion still fresh on his tongue. As his mouth moved gently over yours, his fingers lightly played with your breast, his touch tender and unhurried, a stark contrast to the intensity of just moments before. He wasn't pushing for more; instead, he was savoring the closeness, the intimacy of the moment, as if reassuring you with every caress that he was right here, and that everything would be alright.

When the kiss finally broke, Colin rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke in a low, soothing voice. "Let them think whatever they want, love," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipple. "We’ve kept this between us for so long, but if they find out… then maybe it's time. Maybe it's time we stop hiding and let the world know what we have."

You sighed softly, the weight of his words sinking in as you wrapped your arms around his back, holding him close. "I know," you whispered, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But it’s just… the media. They twist everything. I hate exposing my life to them, to everyone. It feels like nothing is really mine anymore."

Colin’s embrace tightened, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, his touch grounding you as he kissed your temple. "I understand," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "But no matter what happens, our love is ours. They can speculate, they can write their stories, but they’ll never know what we have, what we share when it’s just the two of us."

His words brought a sense of calm over you, the anxiety that had been gnawing at your heart easing just a little. You hated the idea of your private life being splashed across tabloids, dissected by strangers who knew nothing about the real you, the real Colin. But at the same time, there was a part of you that was tired of hiding, of keeping your relationship a secret from the world. You wanted to be able to hold his hand in public, to share a kiss without worrying about who might be watching, to live your love openly and freely.

"Maybe you're right," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of him. "Maybe it’s time we stop hiding. I just… I don’t want to lose this, what we have. I don’t want the world to ruin it."

Colin pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with a quiet strength that made your heart swell with love. "We won’t lose it," he said firmly, his voice carrying the conviction of a promise. "What we have is stronger than anything they can throw at us. And if we decide to share it with the world, it’ll be on our terms, not theirs."

You couldn’t help but smile at his confidence, his unwavering belief in the strength of your relationship. It was moments like these that reminded you why you had fallen in love with him in the first place—his kindness, his patience, his ability to make you feel like everything would be okay, no matter what.

"Okay," you whispered, a sense of peace settling over you as you met his gaze. "We’ll do it together. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together."

Colin’s smile was soft, his eyes shining with love as he leaned in to kiss you again, this time slow and tender, his lips moving against yours with a gentle passion that made your heart ache in the best way. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours once more, his hand cradling your cheek as he looked at you with an expression so full of love it took your breath away.

"We’ve got this, love," he murmured, his voice a warm caress against your skin. "No matter what, we’ve got this."

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion as you held him close, the warmth of his body against yours a comforting reminder that you were in this together. You didn’t know what the future held, but as long as you had Colin by your side, you knew you could face whatever came your way.

And as you lay there in the quiet of the night, wrapped in each other's arms, you found solace in the simple truth that you were loved, deeply and completely, by the man lying beside you. No matter what the world might say, no matter what challenges lay ahead, that love would be your anchor, your refuge, your home.

#colin firth x reader #colin firth

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kaythefloppa · 10 months ago

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Wild Kratts: Our Blue and Green World Trailer.

Underneath the cut for those who consider it to be spoilery, but we have a trailer for the one-hour special, Our Blue and Green World, airing April 1st, 2024.

The Kratt brothers disagree on what's better; blue oceans or green forests. Aviva takes on the role of referee to demonstrate how oceans and forests work together to make our living planet, just like Martin and Chris need to keep working together. It's up to the gang to get Martin and Chris back in sync in time to save planet Earth from Zach and Paisley's villainous plans.

This special was first mentioned back in May of 2023 during an interview with Martin Kratt heralding the show's premiere of its 7th season. The original title was Blue and Green: The Living Earth before it was chaned to our Blue and Green World. The episode will feature climates and habitats corresponding with the Kratt's "blue and green." With it, will come the introduction of new Creature Power Suits: The ones we have seen thus far in the trailer are Indri Power, Green Anaconda Power, and Blue Whale Power.

My thoughts:

HOLY SHIT THE BLUE WHALE SUIT

*calms down.*

Ok but I'm starting to see a weird pattern in the PowerSuits in this season. For some strange reason, they have to retrofit the wearer's mouths to match the ACTUAL anatomy of the animal the suit is based off of. They did it with the Wild Pony and the Mountain Goat Power Suit and both of them were.... ugh. Now they did it with the Blue Whale Suit and to be fair, while I hate that particular feature, it's not enough to make me hate the suit. In fact, I kinda like it more because of how silly it looks (Martin is the perfect person to wear this suit tbh). Still though, I wish they designed it like the Crocodile, Hippo, or Puffin Suit where the giant mouth is simply an attachment that doesn't move while the wearer speaks.

For those who don't know, Indris are the largest species of lemur in the world (alongside Diademed Sifakas). They are the only animals besides humans that can find and use rhythm using "wailing songs" to communicate. They're also critically endangered due to slash and burn of their habitats and poaching for their flesh as delicacies (yeah, very odd that Gourmand isn't here, but I digress). There's an estimate to be less than 10,000 left in the wild and are expected to have a population net decrease by 80% within the next 30 years... yeah, considering that they're endemic to Madagascar, not a very good sign. I didn't even know what an Indri was until reading the article, and if I'm not the only one who had no clue about these guys, it's probably definitely a good sign that they're getting some spotlight in this show.

The Indri Power Suit looks so goofy, but again, something about how silly it looks just makes me appreciate it all the more. I... weirdly expected it to be way bigger like the Puffin Suit, but again that's just me.

I am a huge fan of how they designed the snake-inspired Creature Power Suits in the show. But the Anaconda Creature Power Suit... holy shit.

LOOK AT IT /POS

Look at the markings! Look at the green! Look at the patterns, and the color schemes! Chris FINALLY got a green Creature Power Suit to activate! Our boi won! It's also a pretty clever callback to the Amazon special where Chris met the Anaconda (I really hope the Power Disc for this suit is green because god that would be so aesthetically pleasing).

Ngl, if the old flash games were still on the website, and this was one of the Power Suits I could earn for my character, I'd play it in a heart-beat.

I'm really interested to see the Zach/Paisley team up. This season already started to utilize her better by giving her another solo appearance, and now we're seeing a 1 on 1 team up with her and another villain. I was always gunning for a Paisley/Donita teamup but this works too. They're both very similar characters that can bounce off each other in similar, yet different ways (I actually headcanon that they're related - second cousins to be exact - because of those similarities). The final battle is gonna be kickass.

If you were to tell me without any context at all that this was a screencap from the upcoming WK feature film (that this episode is often mistaken for), I would believe you. Because HOLY SHIT! The linework, the lighting, the hues, AND the shading! I am becoming more and more grateful for the 2-year long hiatus - the animators needed time to cook and they fucking COOKED. For an extended TV episode, this is pretty damn impressive.

People don't talk enough about this, but fun-fact: A lot of the animators of this show had experience working for Disney. Erika Worthylake was one of the artists on this show, doing several beta designs for animals such as wild ponies and salmon sharks. In 2019, she was the lead designer for Anga, one of the new characters in Disney's The Lion Guard (which, much like Wild Kratts, was animated in Toon Boom). Ben Balistreri had collaberated with the Kratt Brothers and Luc Chamberland in 2007 to work on the show's pilot episode, creating several different designs for the animated characters. Ten years later, he became the executive co-producer of Tangled: The Series. Kendal Brouet, who animated A Creature Christmas, worked on The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder in 2022. Just to name a few. It's just a fun little thing that comes up in the back of my mind whenever the topic of WK animation comes up, and this instance of animation is so fucking good that I HAVE to talk about it, because I have MAJOR respect for these guys, and if there were ever moments in the show that remind me "Oh, this slaps," I just remember what these talented artists worked on through the years and it clicks together nicely in my brain.

According to Whrokids, this episode is gonna have a runtime of 58 minutes. I found this screenshot of someone who did far more searching and sleuthing for new episode content (they were the ones who found this trailer actually). I'm not sure how valid this particular screenshot is, but if this is the case, then this will be the longest episode of Wild Kratts in history, and will be the closest thing we get to a Wild Kratts movie (until the actual WK movie is released in theaters).

Fucking. Hyped.

#wild kratts #pbs kids #kratt brothers #martin kratt #chris kratt #wk season 7 #wild kratts fandom #wk #wk chris #wk martin #wild kratts creature powers #blue whales #indri #lemur #animals #I officially have a new reason for living thank you very much #2024 #This better not be an April Fools' prank I stg.

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bluelolblue · 2 months ago

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Wine Red

Wicktober prompt day 6 - Vampirism | event organizer @wickblr

Summary: With rising tensions between vampires and hunters, Santino can't risk going to town to eat. He resorts to drinking animal blood and suffers the consequences. John, the prodigy hunter and his secret lover, is the only one that can help him. Doing this, John also realizes a new thing about himself and it lead to a far more deeper meaning for both of them.

Rating: Explicit, smut, hurt/comfort

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: There we go, vampire Santino is real YAY! It took a while due to writers block and irl situations and I thought it wouldn't be done this month but I pushed through, now it's here and it was worth it :]. I decided to gift this fic to @thewhumpcaretaker because I know you like vampires, we talked about vampire Santino before and since the beginning of this fic, I thought it could be perfect for you. Of course hurt/comfort for you ehehe this one is a little different ;), but fun fact: this was supposed to be only hurt/comfort... BUT Santino took control over the fic and it turned into also smut. Also, title "Wine Red" inspired by that song by The Hush Sound, I thought it could fit this fic ^ ^. I hope you'll like it >:]

☆ SPECIAL THANKS TO @mrssimply ☆ you helped me a lot with everything (like always ehehe), and this fic wouldn't be nearly as good if it weren't for you, thank you so much!! <3

So, yes! Enjoy these two silly freaks 💙🖤

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Santino was hungry, and hunger meant he needed to hunt. Surrounded by the large forest surrounding his estate, he could hunt game freely... If not for the fact he was one of the vampires that couldn't stand animal blood. Not that it didn't taste fine, but it made him violently sick and yet, he found himself trying once again, because the alternative was going to the city to find a willing or unsuspecting soul to drink from. But with the escalating conflict between vampires and monster hunters, the risk was bigger, maybe just too big right now. Especially since Santino was having an affair with a hunter, and not just any of them but the very best. Their golden child, their most perfect soldier, John Wick.

On the grounds near his mansion, he quickly found deer tracks, and it didn't take him long to find the majestic animal. He hated killing them, they were beautiful, fragile, sensitive, the royal animals of the woods. Yet he was out here, killing one of them for his own sake, even if that would only bring him a very fleeting satiation. But hunger and desperation were stronger this time.

He sank his teeth into its neck, feeling the warm blood spilling over his tongue. It was always comforting, no matter whose blood it was, even if he always disliked the feeling of fur against his lips.

The energy he got from the blood was enough to keep him up for an hour before he started feeling the side effects. The awful headache, like a migraine stabbing through his head. But what was worse was the nausea and stomach pain. It was awful, he ended up being violently sick, every strain shot a wave of pain through his whole body, making him whimper each time. He was a mess, knelt in front of the toilet, panting when he got a chance to try and catch his breath.

Santino cursed under his breath, regretting his decision. He tried to breathe through the nausea to stop feeling light headed. It felt worse when he closed his eyes, even for a moment, it was like the whole room was spinning, making him more vigilant. He was not sure how long he spent there, considering how awful he felt, it felt like an hour. Panic rushed through his body, making him shake slightly even as he tried to hold back his noises.

After some time, he felt well enough to stand up and wash his face in hopes that it would help him calm down. Maybe he drank too much blood this time. He took a few steps back, wanting to get to his bed but got too dizzy. He stopped and sank down, leaned against the wall, all he could do now was sit and wait for the side effects to go away.

He was thinking about John, how it has been weeks since he had seen him. The situation between hunters and vampires got worse and they had trouble meeting, even if it was in secret.

Santino leaned his head against the counter and feared he would pass out, he felt even more drained than before taking the blood. He shut his eyes closed and tried to rest like that. The pain was unbearable.

There was a faint noise in the background, he wasn't sure what it was since he was falling into unconsciousness. He was worried it was a hunter, but he could barely open his eyes, his vision blurry. He still detected a familiar figure walking towards him.

“Are you okay? What happened?” It was John, the only hunter Santino loved and cared for. “Your door wasn't locked and I saw you through the window.” He was already checking for any injuries on Santino's body, taking a hold of his hand for support.

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#YAAY FINALLY IS HERE YEEPIE #vampire prompt ^ ^#Hi Whump it's me with another gift MUAHAH >:]#I was being sneaky again HEHE #i hope you'll like it ^ ^#john wick x santino d'antonio #vampire!santino #hunter!john #santino d’antonio #santino d'antonio #john wick #wickedsaint #wickblr #wicktober #wicktober 2024 #my writing

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ajxrn-archive · 4 months ago

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Obviously I know (some) of your thoughts on Childe, but what do you think of the other harbingers?

YIPEE I love the harbingers ‼️ I’ll rant under the cut.. I had a huge obsession with the harbingers a few months back and I still do (in fact my brainrot is coming back so this is a perfect time for you to ask this)

Starting off with Pierro. I find him so interesting as a character because when I was diving into the lore of the harbingers I originally thought that he was number one?? Apparently he’s the director because capitano is no. 1.. I think that’s interesting. So what mainly intrigues me about him is the fact that he’s khaenri’ahn. The Tsaritsa has got to be different from the other Archons because of the fact she literally has a Khaenri’ahn man help run her military. I wonder what their relationship is with each other. Is it anything like dainslumi? I can picture it being that way but more cold, you know? The fact he’s based off the commedia dell’arte stock character Pierro (the fool/jester) is really interesting to me too.. they all have their connections to the characters in one way or another so I wonder what exactly his is.

Now onto Capitano. So far I think he is SO fucking cool he might be one of my favorite harbingers atp. Design wise it’s definitely a favorite but also the fact that he has so many similarities to Kaeya? If hyv were to make him related in some way to kaeya that would be so funny to me.. a lot of people do the pierro is kaeya’s dad thing but honesty I think Capitano would be a cooler connection lowkey? Also generally the ragbros situation would be 10x worse if kaeya was related to the fatui in some way, no matter which one it is. Anyways back on capitano, I’m mostly interested to see how his motives lay out and what his relationship with Mavuika is. The fight seen with him and her was so neat like the way they laid it out was so.. idk. I have a thing for fire/ice character relationships (not in a romantic way.) also what interests me even more about him is that The Captain in the commedia dell’arte is described as a ‘braggart’ type of person, so I’m wondering if he would use his ability to “convince people who knew nothing about him beforehand” to try and manipulate people in Natlan to revolt against Mavuika for the current issues and whatnot.

like I wonder how this'll play into his character in game/story wise. I hope he'll be playable sniff sniff.. Anyways, now onto this fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dottore is one of my favorite harbingers. I am an avid Dottore enjoyer. He’s cunning and genuinely awful and there’s no redeeming his ass he’s going straight to hell 🙏 and that’s what makes him such a GOOD character. He genuinely has zero redeeming qualities about him. He literally uses people and children for his experiments without second thought. He has clones of himself. He possibly killed his girlfriend in his school days. (If the zandik lore is right.) He was literally expelled from the Akademiya because of how awful he was.

I cannot fathom how amazing of a character he is. I think in games we need to have more characters who are just genuinely fucking evil and we don’t just “hate” them for it. I honestly dislike how people hate him JUST because he did bad shit, like have a better reason than that tbh? "He hurt collei/He's the reason crepus died/he gave scara so much trauma" I LOVE ALL THREE OF THOSE GUYS AND DOTTORE</3 Don't hate one character only to love the next. anyways dottore supremacy..

Anywho, onto Columbina. Honestly she intrigues me so much. She's so powerful that not even childe wants to fight her, what is up with that??? I think its also interesting how in the commedia dell'arte her title is technically Little Dove but it’s Damselette in the game. we like,, do not know much about her at all to be honest?? The harbingers voice lines about her interest me so much, especially arle's. It's very. vague??

Arlecchino: "She is a very special Harbinger. Pose her a question, and the answer you receive will be entirely unpredictable, if she sees fit to give a proper answer at all. Regardless, any answer you do receive is sure to be an interesting one."

Childe: "The Fatui Harbingers are ranked by strength, and I have no idea why that girl is No. 3. I'd test my skills with every Harbinger who ranks above me if I had the chance, but when it comes to her... something just doesn't feel right. Anyway, you should be careful around her."

Scara/Wanderer: "Let me ask: what should you do if you were to encounter a "damsel" who is oblivious and innocent at any given time, and unconcerned and unfeeling in any given situation? If it were me, I could at least challenge her to a fight. But if it were you... with your conscience, I would stay away from her."

Judging by voice lines alone, columbina is very, very powerful. she seems to beat around the bush with questions (arles voiceline) and is very mysterious even with the other harbingers. (childe saying something doesn't feel right) I've seen theories that she belongs to the seele race which is honestly pretty cool, but I think i'd need to see her in game or hear more about her first. I'd assume that Arlecchino has a rather close/interesting relationship with columbina. Not purely because of the fact they do in the commedia dell'arte, but because she was the only one out of the three to not tell the traveler to be careful around/stay away from columbina.

Arlecchino herself is a really well written character to me and I notice that a lot of the fandom don't understand her entirely (myself included.) Something i notice the most is how people tend to dumb her down to the Father of the house of the hearth, either portraying her as a wonderful parent (incorrect) or as an awful one (also incorrect.) She's definitely a highly flawed person who does put her children in danger, although she absolutely cares about the children of the hearth. I wouldn't say she's a child abuser/groomer/any other stupid shit the fandom says about her. Her wiki quite literally says that she's flawed but not as awful as Crucabena:

Her (possibly?) being khaenri'ahn is also so interesting because WHY does the tsaritsa keep having connections with khaenri'ah in her military of all things. I have so many questions.

We do not know much about pulcinella at all but I do find it SO intruiging/interesting (can someone give me another word for this HELP) that he's close to childe. he visits childes family for him, iirc, which is suspicious when you read the commedia dell'arte lore.

I do think he's doing this for self gain to be honest. He's a manipulative person, so he could be manipulating childe into relaxing around him to the point of letting pulcinella get near his family, which could end really badly to be honest.

Next up is scaramouche. I feel like the scara stans themselves don't even understand his character that much, because they're too busy yelling at people about raiden/dottore instead of focusing on his character itself. I think he's a LOT more than mommy issues short boy and actually his character is really deep. His name in the commedia dell'arte is also Little Skirmisher (instead of balladeer, though I'm not too sure what that means) and what's most interesting to me about his commedia dell'arte connection is how (IIRC, this could be wrong but i found this out last time i was talking about the harbingers and the commedia dell'arte) scaramouche's "mask" was later removed, which him being removed from irminsul could be a nod to that.

What's also a neat nod to the commedia is how scara "influences the audience to do his bidding." I think in game they referenced this by him influencing/controlling that one woman in sumeru (i forget her name) to be his first follower and do as he says.

Okay so truthfully i don't have many thoughts on sandrone but something that makes me curious about her backstory is the fact that in the commedia she is known as "Peasant.” what else is neat with this is that she looks like that one girl from Fontaine (Mary-Ann) I don’t really know/remember the the lore of her but hm.

What’s even weirder abt the similarities is that Marionette (her title) means Little Mary IIRC? I don’t think she IS Mary Ann since she’s dead but she could have connections to her. Anyway I don’t have many thoughts on her ngl.. </3 genshin give us sandrone lore PLEASEEEE

Next up is my fucking WIFE ‼️‼️ (la signora)

everyone who hates her sucks lowkey she’s such an overlooked character like her lore is so fucking?? sad?? Everyone reduces her to “haha ashes” and it annoys me tbh. Her boss fight was a pain in the fucking ass though ROSALYNE WHY.. it took me 20+ tries

I genuinely love her backstory it makes me so sad honestly. Through her grief and rage she became feared and hated. Idk I wish people would talk about her a little more?? Because she’s so interesting?? She has ties to ancient mondstadt isn’t that sick.

something that interests me the most about her character is how they made her somewhat different from La Signora in commedia dell’arte? She’s continually described as a woman who often cheats on her husband in the commedia, but when you read genshin Signora’s backstory it’s interesting to see how it’s mostly focused around how her loss of her lover threw her into a grief induced rage (basically, it’s centered around her grief and love)

as for her similarities, these two images explain it well:

Honestly I wish we had got to explore her character more than the information we have now. Genshin is so evil for killing her off tbh.

Pantalone I know like NOTHING about. I think he’s a really neat character. A lot of people dumb him down to “evil baizhu” but I do think he has a lot of potential to be a really good character

Basically he’s a capitalist ‼️ kidding but for him, he seems so far to be REALLY similar to Pantalone in the Commedia. I dont have too many thoughts on him either because we don’t know much about him yet </3 pantalone lore when….

and you already know most of my thoughts on Childe so I will save the rant for another day because that would get me fired up (I am losing words this rant sucked the life out of me HELP)

oh wait another thing that is neat about the harbingers entirely is how the trailer for them was called a Winter Night’s Lazzo (I think) but that’s another reference to the commedia dell’arte :)

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mistyheartrbs · 3 months ago

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vengeance would have been a perfect special if not for doc's death, and i think the reason for that is like. it changes vengeance from a fun sort of "optional" epilogue tv movie (that also doubles as a sizzle reel for andras to pitch a fifth season) to something that irrevocably changes the directions of the characters' lives. if this is the last entry in wynonna earp then doc is dead, wynonna has lost the love of her life, alice grows up without her father. it changes the beautiful ending of s4 - something that was so ruthlessly, defiantly hopeful when it was borne of a genre and a timeframe in which shock value and grimdark character death were the norm, when it was filmed in the middle of a devastating pandemic - into something much more cynical.

now, let me tell you about homestuck.

i love it when stories engage with their role as stories, and two projects that have done that (which also not so coincidentally had massive tumblr followings) are steven universe and, yes, homestuck -- specifically their followups, steven universe: future and the homestuck epilogues/homestuck^2: beyond canon.

steven universe future is a series that posits, "what happens when there's no one left to fight and you have to face yourself?" it's something that existed to tie up the loose ends left by steven universe's hasty cancellation/ending - and so it looks at an action hero's struggles with ptsd when he isn't saving the world anymore. it recontextualizes everything we thought was just another action scene, just another monster fight, just another thing he won with love and kindness and great, great injury to himself, and says, no, this hurt him, you cannot take on the world for yourself, you deserve a good life too. it's in conversation with steven universe's endless empathy and self-sacrifice and doesn't ridicule it but acknowledges that it's a philosophy that you can only hold for so long before you crack.

it's a lovely show that, while much darker than the original series, still ultimately ends on a hopeful note. of course steven isn't going to drive off into the sunset and never have any problems again. he's a person. he's going to drive away when it's already nighttime, and he's going to phone his therapist, and he's going to have good days and bad ones and he's never going to have some clean break from the things that still haunt him but he'll be okay.

the homestuck epilogues are bad, and they're mean-spirited, and they spit in the face of audiences who wanted happy endings for the characters. they're written to mimic ao3 fanfiction, and pretty openly mock the fandom and the people who got homestuck to this point in the first place.

creator andrew hussie thankfully seemed to realize that and changed course with homestuck^2: beyond canon, where they started making it a visual webcomic series again, and it started grappling more directly with homestuck as a story.

the first shot of homestuck^2 is of a spaceship with "theseus" scrawled onto the side. the title itself isn't "homestuck 2," it's homestuck squared. homestuck multiplied by itself. it's a writing team - people who started out as fans of homestuck and are now arbiters of it - with only minimal involvement from the original creator. who determines what is and isn't homestuck? is it the god-creator who wrote himself into the story, then wrote himself being killed off? is it this new writing team? is it you? after all, homestuck itself started with audience prompts. somebody who is not andrew hussie named john egbert. somebody who is not andrew hussie gets to decide how it continues, and if it ends, and why.

"misty, what the whiskey-shooting hell does any of this have to do with wynonna earp?"

what's weird about vengeance is that it doesn't do any of that. and in fact its very existence is antithetical to doc's death speech - it, like doc, is something that's dodged death. it's a followup to a show with one of the most satisfying series finales in recent memory. it's nothing so cynical as a cash grab (as i've seen people on the tag posit) - everyone involved genuinely loves this show. but it's basically a ninety-minute wynonna earp episode. aside from a few brief references and nods to the fans - waverly saying "welcome home, wynonna" - it's not interested in the three and a half years between the end of the show and this new special. it's not interested in whether it should exist, or how long people fought for it to exist. it does explore avenues that the series didn't have time to look into - wynonna's traumatic childhood, the lack of support from the adults in her life - but it's not looking at What "wynonna earp" is. it's not a story about Wynonna Earp (2016-2021), a SyFy Original Series that crafted lifelong friendships and conventions and stories and art and romances and careers and acted as a beacon of hope for thousands of young people during dark times. it's a story about wynonna earp, the character, who doesn't know if she can be a good mom to alice, who hurts the people she loves, who loves those people so, so fiercely she'll literally go to hell and back for them.

and i don't like that her ending is one full of grief. that doesn't feel fair to me.

but that's what season 5 is for, right?

#wynonna earp #we spoilers #homestuck #steven universe #i promise those tags will make sense #natsuki's terrible disco pants

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surrealisticduvet · 2 months ago

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Album Review: And the Hits Just Keep on Comin’ (1972)

With a title that snarkily alludes to his record company’s demand for hits, which he had not been producing, this album somehow manages to be deeply personal - to me and to Michael. From the liner notes:

“One of the great advantages of being an artist is that I am able to utilize my craft periodically to write messages to myself. Basically that it what this album is all about. I have tried to be as skillful as I could in the hopes that you as a listener would not feel left out. I have tried to make music as honest and beautiful, as harmonious and graceful, as I know how to make music ... But I am afraid that I must admit, and somewhat unabashedly, that I did it for me. I hope that on whatever level of unfoldment this music may find you that it will reward your attention and contribute something to your consciousness. I personally enjoy singing along to it all... But then it's very easy for me. I know all the words. Papa Nes.”

Not only is this album very beautiful and graceful musically, it is deeply sensitive, touching, and introspective. With the base album clocking in at just over 30 minutes, I suggest you just give it a listen yourself in order to really see what I mean.

(and the review just keeps on comin' - below the cut!)

Favorite parts of the album:

In conjunction with the points mentioned above, perhaps the dearest part of this album to me is the fact that he did not cave and try to write a hit by assembling a third instance of the National Band which would have probably been fairly mediocre, or quit music altogether (he was under a contract, but so was he during the Monkees, and he was willing to pay a very high price to quit that one.) Instead, he whittled down his lineup to just himself on guitar and Red on pedal steel and recorded ten very simple but perfect songs. Even with the inclusion of the hit “Different Drum” this album did not make any waves during its time - such was the extent of Michael’s dedication to his craft, that he was not afraid (although he could certainly be frustrated and cynical) to put out a quality work that was at best unappreciated and at worst overshadowed by a poor copy. Personal favorites off of this album are “Tomorrow & Me,” “Harmony Constant,” “Roll With the Flow,” and the instrumental and initially unreleased “Cantata and Fugue in C&W” (which you may recognize from the background of a few Headquarters Sessions tracks) which I find to be a very soothing and almost nostalgic ending to the full album with all of its bonus tracks. One last note - every time Michael says “Go, Red” before a pedal steel solo, an angel gets its wings!

Critiques:

If there is a weak link to this album, or a song that seems out of place, it is probably “The Candidate” - it’s a perfectly good song in its own right, but its cynical lyrics and darker tone might have been better suited for an album like Nevada Fighter or Tantamount to Treason. Finally, “Listening” is one of the few times that his poetic lyrics do not translate particularly well to the format of a song - the timing can be a bit awkward or forced at times. That being said, Red saves the track with a trippy sort of melting-chord pedal steel backing, so it retains its place on my no-skip list.

Conclusion:

Michael himself seems to know this album was one of his best, as he usually played several songs off of it when doing shows in the ‘90s, and he even did a reprisal tour in 2019 highlighting the full album. There’s something very special about seeing him perform these songs decades after they were written; you can see that he still stands by the words, and I hope wherever he is now he knows that I do indeed enjoy singing along to all of them too.

#michael nesmith #mike nesmith #and the hits just keep on comin #album reviews

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philtstone · 7 months ago

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title: we close our eyes and dream (the world has turned around again)

in the year of our lord 2024 i wrote psych fic ... wow there was this hilarious list of reverse prompts floating around tumblr a little while ago and one of them, instead of high school au, was "nursing home au". something somewhere fundamental in my brain clicked and i thought "this would be perfect for shules. i just know it" and then after many years of being generally too terrified to try my hand at the very unique narrative flavour that is psych, i wrote this. title is from "we close our eyes" by the oingo boingos which plays over the final scene of the series finale and always makes me cry. i hope u enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

Juliet is sitting alone by the couches when she meets him.

They’re in the dining hall at Glorious Pines, and she’s chewing her lip and staring impotently at her fancy-looking plate of risotto. She hates that risotto is making her feel so weird and insecure. Dinner with Sarah was usually a lot simpler than this; Juliet has never really been a good cook, and her granddaughter was often too busy with work to manage anything more than a mis-mash of premade Trader Joe’s delicacies. Now she’s in this big beautiful building, surrounded by vibrant and dynamic old people who’ve been living here long enough to all know each other and have interesting hobbies and be in on the latest gossip. Juliet’s always loved making new friends, but the risotto is reminding her how out of practice she really is. Up until four days ago she had been taking her meals with Sarah, who’d moved Juliet to Santa Barbara in May so she wouldn’t be all alone in that old house of theirs. And before that – well, she’d been alone. Her hobbies have gotten progressively more old ladyish over the last five years, and while it’s true that she sewed her own pajamas while in her twenties, too, that wasn’t all she spent her time doing. She’s pretty sure her glamorous neighbors by the lemonade bowl who still have the guts to wear red lipstick won’t be too interested in her recent return – for nostalgia purposes only , and not because she likes solving the mysteries before the book does – to her ancient childhood box of Nancy Drew novels. And, gosh, the last time a man flirted with her was … oh, twenty years ago, now.

She’s pushing the sticky, fragrant rice around and trying not to think too hard about the prospect of socializing with strangers when he materializes into the armchair beside her.

The sudden and graceful materializing is on its own impressive, considering most of the residents of this place have had hip replacements.

“Oh – hello,” Juliet says, mostly just to be polite

“Hi!” says the man. “You’re in my seat.”

Juliet freezes with one spoonful of risotto finally halfway up to her mouth. She narrows her eyes at him from behind her bifocals. “Excuse me?”

“My seat,” he explains. “I was sitting right there. I had, in fact, just gotten up to go grab Gus some orange juice – you know Gus –” Juliet doesn’t “-- And now I am back, and, so, as you can see, that was my seat.”

Juliet blinks. He’s around her own age, early seventies, with a full head of thick grey hair, bright hazel eyes that crease liberally at the corners, no glasses, and a big nose that probably gave him a striking profile in his youth. He’s wearing a garish red polo shirt that says FASHION! on the front in block letters, and house slippers.