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starkeyletters · 2 years ago

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•̩̩͙⁺𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 P1

Forbidden Masterlist | Part 1 |

Warnings - 18+, Mature theme, Drug & substance use, Violence, smut, mental illnesses, crime, etc.

Wordcount - 2,1K+

Pairing - 𝑅𝐴𝐹𝐸 𝐶𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑁 x 𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝙊𝘾 [Reader] | 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 [ 𝑎𝑢 ]

Summary - Supposed enemies. Forbidden to ever even think about dating eachother. But what will happen when they break that rule?

A/n - Another start to a story, I hope you like this one!!

It all started when Rafe came up to you and kie as you were picking up the drinks. Kie walked away before he even started talking. You, on the other hand, stayed. It wasn't like rfe treated you the way he did the rest of the pogues, but still, he didn't treat you the greatest. He told you, and I quote, 'Tell your boys, We know what they did.’ And with that he smiled, walking away as you did the same.

You were just as confused as kie was when you told the boys, you thought it was a joke, well, almost until you watched the fear being portrayed on both Jj’s, and Pope’s face. Its not like any of you let it ruin your night, the four of you just fucked around, trying to ignore the cold stares from all three of Rafe, Topper, and Kelces faces.

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That night.

“Hey, we're just gonna go take a leak,” Jj said, getting up from the seat, pope following. You and Kiara looked towards each other as you saw Jj dig into a bag. Putting a gun into the waistband of his shorts. “JJ!” Kiara shouted-whispered at the boy, you just sat there.

Wonder why the hell you weren't surprised at the fact Jj brang a gun to a Family- might i add- movie night.

“Jj, why do you have a gun?” you did the same as kiara and whisper-shouted at the boy. He chose to ignore both you, and kiara. “Can Never be too safe!” He yelled over the crowd, running through it with pope, eventually disappearing behind the projector screen.

Your suspicious raised high at the fact both rafe was bothering you about the two boys who just left with a gun, and the fact that they brang a gun.

You knew your suspicions as to what was about to begin were right as soon as you looked behind the crowd to no longer see any of the three Kooks standing where they had been. You know Kiara felt the same as the both of you exchanged looks of horror. Your stomach dropping.

Meanwhile The three kooks, and two pogues got into it with each other behind the large projector screen. As you and kiara slowly approached all of them, yelling and grunting from the fighting was filling the air.

“HEY!” Kiara yelled running into the middle of Five guys all tackling at one and other in pairs. “Guys stop!’ You also yelled, following behind kiara as she jumped on one of the boys back, Rafe pulling her off as you swung your arms at the other two, getting pushed to the ground.

You watched from a distance of where your sore body sat on the ground, Kiara was taking a match to the projector. Lighting it on fire. There was nothing you would do in that moment but watch in complete, utter shock at not only the action but the way it quickly became one big flame.

Two of the three kooks were quick to flee the scene once the fire broke out, one, being rafe, was held back by Jj and pope. They had him on the ground. Pope held him down as Jjs hands were wrapped around his neck. Jj was choking him while cursing at him. You watched as you ran over to what was happening, Rafe trying to breath as his hands went up to try and pry Jjs off of his neck in despair.

Your eyes watered as you got over, trying to push Jj off, and once you almost had him off, kiara came and kicked him in th side. Jj ell over, letting go of rafes neck. He was coughing out blood. And a red outline of where JJ was choking him formed rather quickly.

You cried out, going up to his head and resting it in your arms, taking his hat and placing it next to you. His yellow shirt was quick to be filled with blood and you sobbed at the boy in your arms. “I-its okay rafe w-we just-”

You watched jj, kiara, and pope all get up, screaming at eachother. The fire was still burning pretty bad, and you could hear a faint sound of sirens begin from a distance. “Y/N! Come on!” you heard pope yell as you shook your head, watching kiara scold jj as they were also quick to flee the scene. Pope gave up after about a minute, shaking his head as they all left you there. Which only made you sob harder.

You watched the boy in your arms head go back and fourth as he looked up at you in despair. You don't exactly know why you chose to stay that night, or what you were going to tell the cops when they showed up, but you were not going to leave this poor boy all alone like this.

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“I don't know! Maybe not choke him to the point where hes coughing up fucking blood!?” You yell back, at everyone, Your voice breaking mid-sentence, You were sat on the opposite couch towards the other five. Someone both Sarah and John B were brang into this mess. You were crying. But why? Why are you trying to defend Rafe Cameron?

“You’re only like this because hes your ‘friend’. Which a little reality check for you - He probably doesn't even like you. He's probably just using your gullible ass to get fucking information off of us! God, he probably has a fucking camera planted on you somewhere, or when you leave here you go to him and tell him every little detail of information we fucking got! That's all we have Y/N, All we have!” JJ yelled, you couldn't see anyones reaction to his outburst. He was supposed to be your best friend, why did he think so low of you? Why didn't he say something about how he was feeling sooner?

“JJ!” You heard Sarah scold, watching her get in his face through blurry tear filled eyes. Everyone else sat these, these mouths hung open from the remarks that were made by jj, the accusations. Everyone knew he went too far. Yet, The only one to act on it was sarah. You stood up, not being able to deal with anymore of whatever this was. You walked into your room at the chateau, slamming the door behind you, locking it, and falling onto your bed as loud sobs escaped from your mouth.

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A few hours had passed, it was the evening. Tonight was the bonfire, a Keg-stand get-together on the beach that is annually held, one, if not multiple times a month. You calmed yourself down about an hour ago and got yourself ready for the bonfire. You weren't letting them ruin something else. Plus, you needed this. To get out of the house. And maybe this wasn't the brightest of ideas, but you wanted to see Rafe, You knew he would be these for you.

You drove to the bonfire in the twinkie with all of them. Earning looks of sympathy from Sarah, and surprisingly kie. You didn't speak to any of them. The looks from Jj said everything you needed to know. The others left you alone completely, at least they had some sort of decency.

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You stood up from your seat on a log, with your red empty solo cup in your hand that was recently filled with whatever beer from the keg. Walking back over to the keg to refill your cup. It was only your second drink, you were still sober. Once you had reached the stand, the guy serving the beer took your cup out of your hands and filled it. As you stood waiting for it to be refilled you completely zoned out, Until a hand landed on your shoulder. Wearing an awfully familiar gold ring, Causing you to turn towards the person.

“Hey,” You turned to see Rafe, Him saying hey softer than usual, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You couldn't feel anything but relief knowing it was him and not one of your so-called friends.

“Hi.” You replied, taking your beer from the guy as he finished filling it. “So I- uh see you're not with your friends- pogue friends.” He started to go on, you just helplessly nodded, taking a sip from your cup. “I'm a pogue too, asshole.” he laughed, “Yeah but you're different,” you rolled your eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Finally realized you're too good for them?” He ‘joked’ as the two of you began walking away from the stand.

“No, there just mad at me right now. And i'm mad at them. Well- not all of them, jj mainly.” You sighed, taking another sip from your cup. “Really? Why?” he asked, “uh-um. Because when you guys were fighting- at the movie, Well, i may’ve told them they went to far.” you gulped, looking at the still very visible red hand prints and line that circled his neck. “So, because you took my side?” he smirked at the thought of you defending him. “Mhm.” you grinned back at him. Not caring if the act seemed desperate.

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A couple hours after you first spoke to Rafe, the two of you had been sitting on a log around the bonfire. You had been quite tipsy. Rafe had stayed sober. Only having drank one glass of beer. You had spent the entire time with Rafe since you had gotten that beer and he joked with You to make you feel better, which worked. Just his presence supplied you with enough happiness. The pogues on the other hand, your friends, kept eyes on you the entire time. Giving you looks you simply chose to ignore.

“You cold, princess?” Rafe questioned you, watching your body shaking at the slightest, the cold night breeze was starting to fill the air.. Your hair moving just barely with the breeze off of the water. You nodded, snuggling further into his saide. He took off his grey jacket, which looked extremely comfortable, and put it on you.

“I-I think i'm gonna go use the bathroom really quick-” You slurred, drunkenly, “Here I’ll help-” Rafe offered as he took you over to the porta potty bathrooms. He waited outside them as you used it.

Rafe turned as he felt the feeling of a hard smack to his shoulder, turning, he was met by an extremely drunk Jj. With pope not too far behind following.

“Hey man!” jj laughed loudly, ‘joking’ as he pushed onto rafes chest, causing him to stumble back a bit. As You opened the door of the porta potty, you stood there for a moment, trying to realize what was happening. You couldn't process a thing. You were drunk. But what you could tell was that Jj was pissed, he was laughing as his eyes watered and tears streamed down his face. What could you say? It's not like he didn't deserve to feel that way.

Rafe was laughing, his tongue resting on the inside of his cheek. Oh, He knew what this was about, exactly what. “What is-” You slurred coming out of the porta potty.

“R-Rafe?” you drunkenly slurred again, tumbling around. Not being able to walk straight if you were to even try. You looked at the two boys, confusing yourself as you couldn't make out which was which, your vision was horribly blurred. Your eyes shutting in an attempt to make out who they were.

And just before Rafe was able to grab you, to try and help you, you were quickly stumbling into another figure, Jjs figure. As pope pushed on Rafe. Making an attempt to knock him to the ground.

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5.18.23

@ starkeyletters 2023

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theamityelf · 8 months ago

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I enjoy calamity and details too much so I have to ask RE: your Undead Hope’s Peak AU… do you think Makoto and Komaeda would suffer SOME sort of side effects to being constantly exposed to the zombie virus? At the very least I can’t imagine either of them were able to be as vigilant on caring for themselves as they could be, especially being surrounded and essentially drenched in blood, rot, and death. If the virus was ever reversed, I have to wonder if that wouldn’t be the greatest time for both Makoto and Komaeda’s bodies to tap out and get some rest whether either of them volunteered or not lmao. Also judging by how awful the reserve course is getting the brunt of things I can’t imagine vengeance isn’t close at hand for them. This could end up causing the reserve course despair attack without Junko’s influence.

To your first point, I can definitely see them at the very least getting sick pretty regularly. They try to keep the room and their classmates as clean as possible, but yeah, the amount of stuff they're exposed to and the amount of times they get bitten and maybe forget to bandage it until later or just are too busy for a while, at the very least some of those bites get super infected with just regular pathogens. These guys have unbandaged bites while bathing with a bunch of undead people; I think at the very least, they feel sick.

I'd say one plausible way that the undead virus could affect them is that they develop a higher tolerance for those blood and meat smells. By which I only mean their disgust instincts are decreased, but they will still have a physical reaction if they're exposed for too long. So being around all that decay will still make them physically ill, but they won't feel the disgust leading up to it, so they won't know to be as vigilant as they need to be.

The smell of rotten meat doesn't bother them all that much anymore, but they will still vomit if they're in the room with a lot of it for very long. And they will still get sick if they're handling something that carries disease.

Their immune systems are definitely in a bad place on the basis of exposure, diet, and not getting enough quality rest, so they'd also be getting regular colds and stuff pretty often.

(If we wanted to, we could definitely also say that the undead virus that they're immune to, the regular infection in the bites, and whatever regular cold or flu they might come down with, end up mixing together and create whole new cultures of disease.)

To your point about the reserve course, I think Hajime could even be the catalyst for that. Maybe the reserve course didn't know that any of the lucksters were setting traps for them, because those who found out were already caught in the traps and so never got to tell anyone before they got eaten. Maybe Hajime is the first to make it back to the others with news of having been caught in an actual human trap to be fed to the main course.

I'm thinking, before that point, they didn't feel slighted by anyone in particular; they just felt like they got caught up in a zombie apocalypse, like in the movies, and it's no one's fault; just bad luck. They felt the faculty had no choice but to lock them here, since the disease had spread so much, and now they just have to survive until there's a cure. Maybe it occurred to some of them that they were here to be food for the undead, but those people were treated as conspiracy theorists. Hope's Peak may have its faults, but they wouldn't feed students to anyone. They just weren't evacuated in time, and the school had to barricade the campus so none of the undead could get out and hurt way more people.

But then Hajime gets back with news that there are human main course students setting traps to feed the talentless to the Ultimates, and that even the nice luckster who protected Hajime from such a fate is just being used by the school to take care of the Ultimates, and that causes an uproar. They realize they're being sacrificed, and they want to fight back.

Maybe they want to attack the undead, but more likely they want to charge the barricades and escape. They refuse to be the school's disposable sacrifices, even if it means the undead are able to leave the campus and infect more people outside.

#danganronpa #undead au #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata

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stvrl0st · 3 months ago

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guys for the past like 2 days I've been going insane whenever i think abt my s/o so I'm gonna do the thing that I did with neville&enzo/zhara&mattheo.

also idk if I've ever said who he is so s/o reveal ig

ALSO. I WILL BE USING MY REAL NAME. YES IK IT MIGHT BE WEIRD. ILL PROBABLY CHANGE IT IN 1 OR 2 HOURS.

I ALSO DONT RLY KNOW HOW TO DO THIS ONE.

ME. (cindy kimberly as my fc) & if you don't know who the guy is (you should tho. he's amazing🤨‼️ .ᴊᴏᴋᴇ.) he's an actor (mainly on broadway) named (IDONTFUCKINGKNOWIFTHATSTHERIGHTWORD) jeremy jordan😻🫶

I LITERALLY CANNOT ACT NORMALLY WHENEVER I THINK, SEE A VID, OR LITERALLY ANYTHING OF HIM ITS NOT FUNNY.

anyway.

so idk of those pics make sense but I'm trying okay😭

HOW WE MET. alr so i sorta explained this in a post a few weeks ago but i deleted it so if you wanna know just ask or smt idk. OKAY SO. year 2024 or 2025 I'm still deciding anyway so there's this new movie coming out (the greatest showman) & I end up having the role of anne wheeler & he gets the role of phillip carlyle (HE ACTUALLY WAS SUPPOSED TO BUT THEY GAVE IT TO ZAC EFRON😭) & ofc I'm gonna do this troupe because why tf not. anyway so I didn't know who the cast was because they cast me rly sudden & I'm like well known because I was in hannah montana & in the mcu ANNDDDD was in multiple musicals on broadway🤭 (also keeping most of the og cast) so anyway first day on the set AND YES I SCIRPTED THE FIRST SCENE WE DID WAS THE PART AFTER THE OTHER SIDE KNOWING ME YES. anyhooo so yeah in costume & all that (ALSO THIS IS THE SCENE IF YOU DONT KNOW.)

SO FILMING THIS SCENE. FIRST SCENE WE DID (not the whole movie just like the first scene I did) so we had to do a couple retakes & stuff (I KNOW HOW IT IS IN MY HEAD I JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT.) okay so like the 2nd ir 3rd retake everyone took like a 15 minute break & we like fully met idk if that makes sense. BUT BASICALLY. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT IDC WHAT YOU GUYS THINK😭😻🫶

annddddd ofc we started hanging out more & stuff😻

I have more things I'm just sure this is enough for now

#fame dr #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifters #shifting community #shifting blog #desired reality #anti shifters dni

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kikuism · 8 months ago

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hi mariam!! how about you? any books you're looking forward to reading? ooh, or manga?? any shows or movies that you enjoyed recently? or new tasty meals or baked goods that you've been proud of? 💌 🥐📚

hi jenna! 🤎🤎🤎 ooh let's see

for books, there are a lot on my tbr, but i'm excited for lady macbeth by ava reid! i really love how lyrical her writing is and i always look forward to anything she writes. i'm also tentatively looking forward to the familiar by leigh bardugo — i've only read the six of crows duology and ninth house, but i love a historical setting so i think i might like this one more than ninth house. oh, another book i enjoyed whose sequel i'm eagerly waiting for is the art of prophecy, it's a martial arts fantasy and it's exactlyyyyy what i wanted to read for so long! i needed something to fill in the green bone saga hole left in my heart, and while this isn't exactly a serious epic family saga, it had just the right amount of martial arts and compelling characters to leave me satisfied. it's honestly like if fujimoto wrote a novel. none of these characters were taking themselves too seriously and the writing wasn't taking itself seriously but at the same time there were epic fights scenes and emotional scenes that packed a punch (no pun intended). i really enjoyed it, i loved how funny it was. the fact that the main characters are majority women and one pathetic chosen one warrior is sooooo fujimoto coded. this boy can't do a single thing right and it's up to one of the greatest martial arts legends, an old woman, to take him under her wing and make sure he lives up to the prophecy that's been foretold. included in the cast is the most cringe fail assassin i have ever read in my LIFEEEEE, she's soooo embarrassing when it comes to flirting with other girls it's crazy. she's an insane killer but can't pick up a date to save her life. and who's she trying to flirt with? the other main character, a stoic warrior who's fighting for her people's freedom, she's soooo 🫣 so it was hugely entertaining and i can't wait to get the sequel from the library. i honestly Need to read more fantasy books like this, it's so much fun.

oh, i also finished bel canto last night, and it was.....strange. it's about a mass hostage situation that eventually morphs into something surreal and romantic. yeah, i think romantic is definitely the word bc there is no way this would happen in real life, it was just so impossible to me that these high profile hostages, foreign dignitaries and ceos and whatnot bonding with their captors who want to start a revolution like 😭 in the end they all become a huge family which was equal parts charming and equal parts baffling. so i had to really suspend my disbelief. they were really under house arrest with their captors for 4.5 months, that's crazy. but eventually i stopped asking how they didn't push for negotiations more fiercely and how the police and crowds outside didn't just break in and deal with it and just enjoy the language. i think it's about how people can form impossible bonds in impossible circumstances and so from that aspect it was charming and surreal. i've read 3 books from ann patchett and there's no doubt she writes really beautifully. it's just that after about 100 pages i was like okay....i get it, really. do we really need 200 more pages of this? and the epilogue was stupid i'm sorry...so it was a strange experience.

for manga!! tbh it's been soooo hard for me to get into manga lately, i really think this is because as the years go by it's just harder and harder for me to read on my phone, it's just not a comfortable experience. but then on my laptop, the screen is too big 😭 BUT i did actually start an ongoing manga called firefly wedding, which is about an aristocratic girl with a chronic illness who ends up marrying an assassin for her safety after she's captured. the premise sounded really interesting, so i started reading, and i actually really loved the beginning. the girl really just wants to abide by her duties and marry someone respectable for the sake of her family (she's quite no-nonsense about it, which really reminded me of naomi....) during the course of the story she realizes that because of her condition, she doesn't have much time left, and wouldn't she want to spend it doing what she wants instead of what's expected of her? so what ends up being a marriage of convenience ends up becoming more complex as she starts developing feelings for the assassin. and the assassin, well, he's kind of insane 😭 he's a yandere and like ofc he's written like that, very possessive and toxic, and at times he can be a little too much for me. i really liked their dynamic at the beginning, when they were constantly trying to one-up each other in little sly ways—sooooo good. and obviously someone like him has never known love, so he's always testing her limits to see if she's really committed to him because in truth he also just wants someone to love and be loved in return. and he's really cocky which i really love, which made me really drawn to him....but i liked how she didn't take any shit from him and she made sure he knew it too. i really liked watching their feelings develop.

it's just, when she starts developing feelings in return, and their romance further develops, so does his possessiveness.....'the thought of you with another man is more agonizing than death' ummm 🧐🤔🤨 so like, moments like that made me go oh! is that supposed to be romantic? and i'll admit some parts i was like 'girl he's crazy!!!!! how can you be falling for him???' hgkshfjdj but i get it, he knows nothing of the world of people and relationships and he's learning slowly. he's obviously written like that on purpose, this is the only way he knows how to operate in the world, he doesn't know better. AND something else i really like is that during these scenes, she's visibly unsettled; she makes her discomfort clear to him, so i really appreciate that, and that takes him down several notches. i like how he listens to her that way.

they're slowly shaping each other's worldview, which i like. i like how they both learn from each other; she learns how to take chances, and he learns how to listen to others and take accountability.

plus the manga does this thing where it presents double meanings all the time and i just had to screenshot this moment, it's from a scene where she has to pretend to seduce a client in order to get something valuable from him, and he starts getting physical with her, and the assassin comes to the rescue, and obviously everyone outside can hear that something's going wrong but they won't intervene bc it's a brothel:

'we wouldn't want to be in the way of someone who is trying to make their beloved fall more deeply in love with them' hellooooo?????? i gasped.

she has a scar on her chest from a surgery she had to undergo because of her weak heart, and she's self conscious about it, but then the assassin shows her all of his scars and says there's nothing to worry about, it was really cute.

and then some time later her bodyguard shows up, and he's like 'im gonna take you back home no matter what! i can't believe you've been out here like this for so long' and i was like ohhhhh my god please don't make him an annoying overbearing love interest please please please BUT i was pleasantly surprised!!! he's concerned for her, of course, and he has feelings for her and they've known each other since childhood, but he also ends up coming to respect her wishes and autonomy and hes now cooperating with her and the assassin to make sure she can live out her own life. it's really sweet. i do roll my eyes at the rivalry he and the assassin have though, but i love how they're all working together and they both respect her, it's great. anddddd i'm obvious like this but like the bodyguard more hgjshfhf he's the nice one (and his name his kou!!!) and i've always liked the nice guys instead of the bad ones.

so yeah i'm enjoying this manga quite a bit. plus it takes place in the meiji period which i love. i just wish it was already completed, because it's very hard for me to consistently maintain an interest in ongoing manga bc it only takes a few missed chapters for me to end up abandoning it oops. and it's soooo funny that my main complaint is that the love interest is just too much of a yandere bc that's literally the whole point 😭😭😭 it's exactly what it says on the tin, but i have to share my truth....i'm just not used to it at all so it's a bit much at times. sometimes the scenes that are supposed to be romantic make me go oh 🤔 but i'm excited for him to meet her family.....

the art style is so nice too!!! i really love it

as for anime, i did watch two episodes of the apothecary diaries and i liked it, it didn't hook me, but i plan on continuing it eventually. i think maomao is an interesting protagonist! there's some new anime i want to watch, like windbreaker, it just looks really nice. and i need to catch up with dungeon meshi, i haven't watched the last 3 episodes oops. as for movies, i watched the sound of music recently (everybody clap, i watched an old movie) and i liked it, it was charming! too long, but it was cute and corny. i also watched the classic korean thriller old boy, which was crazyyyyyy....that's all i'm going to say. also watched midsommar, which was.....kind of....mid 😭 sorry. i think my expectations were too high, because hereditary scared the shit out of me. but this was just.....okay. it was too overt for my liking. florence pugh was great though. oh, and for shows, i want to watch shogun, bc i just can't believe it's as good as everyone says it is 😭 idk why, i just have to see it for myself to believe it.

no updates on baking and cooking, it's just been the same old...i'm actually trying to just perfect the basics. i want to make the tastiest eggs and the perfect pizza. lately i've been kneading dough by hand and it's so satisfying and i can actually feel when it's ready instead of relying solely on the mixer, and my pizza has been coming out fluffier and softer so i love that.

i'm also getting back into crochet (it's like an on and off relationship at this point) and i always think i've forgotten but i'm pleased to note that it's muscle memory now. i'm crocheting a basket and tbh i really love crocheting things like that. i don't know if i would wear crocheted clothes but i really love making baskets and bags and whatnot. i just wish this wasn't an expensive hobby.....for this basket i had to buy 4 skeins of yarn and a new hook which ended up costing $50 😭 so i think that's why i just don't do it as often as i want to. however, i really do want to get into tapestry crochet/intarsia, i did it when crocheting my kobo sleeve, but it was messy and i want to make another one and improve my technique, maybe even make some wall hangings.

sorry for this novel length response omg!!! are there any new books you're looking forward to jenna!!

#answered #schech #ugh i Need more historical shoujosei manga....

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dufferpuffer · 7 months ago

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Opinions on flonks (fleur/tonks)?

I have never thought of this before - because I am not typically as interested in f/f relationships over m/f or m/m. Its dumb straight woman disease, I apologize.

It would be easy to assume that they would be besties over their body-related magic - Tonk's ever shifting appearance and Fleur's 'perfect' charming Veela blood... But I don't think they would see it that way. I don't think they would see each-others powers and say 'same hat'.

I think, at first, Fleur would annoy Tonks. (approx 1000 words)

Tonks isn't insecure. She is strong, she is talented, she is training under Alastor Moody - and she is right to be proud of it. She might have a 'real' self under all the shifting, but she doesn't really care about it - all of her faces are her 'real' face. She is proud to show all of them. Ugly or pretty or inhuman. She thinks in a similar way for others - she doesn't judge them on their appearance or first impressions, because she knows how pointless they are. She knows how Moody looks when grumpy: an insufferable knotted up hunk of driftwood... but she also knows how his face transforms when he laughs. In a way, everyone has powers like being a metamorphmagus: everyone is multifaceted, everyone has their different faces. Different emotions, moods, times where they act unlike themselves and times they are predictable. Not to mention how people can lie, can pull up walls and wear masks to hide... She knows people are more than their moods, their expressions, their greatest feats and their worst choices, their magic, or their illnesses. She is mature and wise enough to take people as the multi-faceted beings they are.

Fleur is also proud of herself - but she had been trained to wear a mask, to hide her authentic self even just a little, for protection. (Like Remus. They are both on the 'Magical Creature' spectrum, after all.) Fleur is desired. She probably has been from a young age, as dark as that is. She has had to be head-strong for herself and her little sister. She has probably been raised primarily amongst other Veela. Her wand core is of her grandmothers hair. She is tied to family. And yet she fights in another countries war. Because it is right. Because she is strong.

That is the basis of her cold, haughty demeanor, I think: People have an image in their head of a Veela being a beautiful but scary mistress, one you will desire but shouldn't underestimate - because they will break you. What an unfair idea to have of a person, just because they have a quarter blood of another sentient creature. But when people expect someone to be both desirable and untouchable... then they show vulnerability? If they are not untouchable then they're just desirable.

Of course Fleur is rude, cold - every bit the stereotype of a snobbish, rich French Veela. She would be stupid not to be. That doesn't mean she isn't also genuinely like that. She absolutely is. Pride runs strong in her. But it is not all she is. Make no mistake - Fleur isn't insecure either. She does not act that way because she is vulnerable. But to someone who can tell when someone is wearing a mask… it would look insecure, wouldn't it? Tonks would plainly see her mask. A rude one, that hurts people with cold, biting words - for seemingly no reason. Fleur is strong, healthy, rich, admired - why is she pretending to be an ass...? Fleur is welcomed into the Weasley house and she has the nerve to complain that it is boring. That would rub Tonks the wrong way - especially if she thinks it is fake. Tonks appreciates outspokenness - but the mean girl shtick grates.

But… Tonks doesn't judge people like most do. She wouldn't judge Fleur for being a Veela. She would judge her for 'pretending to be a bitch'. And I think it would be funny to her, endearing even… to find out quite bluntly that she '...iz a bitch, actually.' That… is something she can respect. That roughness, that realness. “She’s as much a fairy Princess, as I am.” - movie moody Fleur would appreciate that too in Tonks. Two peas in a pod, they are: Talented and strong and stubborn.

As a couple I think they are almost too much. They are not a sweet fem and a tough butch, nor a haughty girly girl and her feral alt firecracker. They are two warriors. Absolute beasts. Tanks that don't accept anything but their own way. I have no doubt that, with Tonks, Fleur would join in on more Order missions and Auror work. They are terrifying together. That can go badly, for others and for themselves. They are stubborn, hard-headed, easy to flare - imagine their arguments. Moody has his fucking work cut out for him.

None of that has anything to do with their powers - because both of them are not so shallow as to even really think of such things. Tonks could see the use in Fleur's charm ability - like her own metamorphmagus powers. A useful tool. Perhaps Fleur will be a little jealous in Tonks' ability - not because she is unhappy with how she appears at all, but because to have a break from how others see her Veela charms sometimes would be useful. To hide away, just for a little… is an alluring idea.

Overall… we know what both of these women are like when it comes to love: They burn brightly. Too brightly for anyone to touch. They both had a partner that cooled them down a little.

Two flames together…? That sort of love… risks burning out spectacularly, if the flames are not tempered. Whether they go out with a bang, or go out with true tragedy, or learn the hard way how to temper each-other - Intensity is the best word for what they would have together. Also Moody getting so stressed he throws up can you imagine having to juggle both Tonks and Fleur's attitudes

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Sorry for the wait, anon. Do you think I did them justice? Any Fleur or Tonks pro's feel free to weigh in and tell me I am a fool B^)

#fleur delacour #nymphadora tonks #fleur/tonks #hp #flonks #headcannons

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"Love Story with Zsasz" (good lort, sorry River, lmao)

Send “love story with ____” for my muse’s reaction on finding a romantic fanfiction about themselves paired with that character @sanguine-salvation

"Goodness, there's really more under this thing? Maybe I should change my name, and splurge for a brand new look." But alright, who's the next 'lucky duck' to be sacrificed upon the Altar of Ship with another piece of her sanity?

...Viktor Zsasz.

Okay-... She can kind-of see why some heart-eyed Gotham shipper might want to pair the two of them up. They both like knives, they both like knifing things, they both probably dance and finger-paint a little in the bloody-red aftermath. Tale as old as time and all of that good jazz, what more could a super-fun relationship need?

But is the fic any good? Now that's the million dollar question... Though considering Wattpad was batting 0-2 in her tag right now, River's not sure how much lower the bar can even go at this point.

"Well, here goes nothing, I suppose." She muses with a soul-steeling sigh, tentatively clicking the title.

But in the end, to her absolute shock, it was-... Quite the good read. Amazing even, considering the competition raised against it. A multi-chapter cross-over set in the world of that crazy car movie her daughter wanted to watch, Mad Max: Fury Road. It had the knives and knifing, madness and blood by the bucketful of course, as she and Zsasz wrested control of some clan called The Buzzards from their former leader.

Two Warlords, tearing across the dusty desert dunes in rusted, spike-covered Hell-cars. Raising chaos and the group up from the muck, from crusty scavengers into the greatest and most fearsome faction the Wasteland had ever seen. Sure, there might've been one too many hot n' handsy make-out sessions over corpses, that were more tooth than tongue; and the whole part of them choosing to die together, in a Bond-esque explosion-death ending was a bit ill-fitting. But at this point, River's just happy to see that neither of them were insultingly woobified; it could've been so much worse.

Witness them, indeed.

River never backed-out of a website so fast, how quick she was to pull-up her text messages.

2:30am [Tally Apple]: Hey.

2:30am [Tally Apple]: Hey you! ᕕ༼⌐■-■༽ᕗ

2:31am [Tally Apple]: Sleep is for the weak lookit this now [LINK]

2:33am [Tally Apple]: Be my hypothetical apocalypse bestie, Y/Y? I'll let you sit shotgun sometimes. ( ͡° ε ͡°)♥

#sanguine-salvation #Long Post #River: 8T #River: “Welcome to the fanfic harem I guess Viktor! Here's ur gift basket or something.”#(YOOOO BUT THESE TWO COULD PROBABLY LEGIT TEAR SHET UP IN MAD MAX LAND???)#(MAYBE NOT SO MUCH TOTAL WARLORDS LIKE FANFIC WRITER-PERSON DID. BUT THEY'D EITHER BE ABSOLUTE BADASSES.)#(OR TOTALLY SINK INTO THEIR MURDER-VICES AND BECOME EVEN WORSE VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES IN THE ABSOLUTE CHAOS. 8'D;;;;)

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Halloween 2023 marathon: 22-23

Wait Until Dark (dir. Terence Young, 1967)

Blinded a year ago in an accident, housewife Susy Hendrix (Audrey Hepburn) is still adjusting to her new reality and struggling with trauma from the event. When her photographer husband has to leave for an evening assignment, at worst she expects an annoying few hours getting her bratty kid neighbor Gloria (Julie Herrod) to actually go the damn grocery for her and not play pranks. Instead she's targeted by a trio of criminals who believe a shipment of heroin ended up in her husband's possession. Led by the psychopathic Mr. Roat (Alan Arkin), the criminals are only supposed to trick and terrorize Susy psychologically without resorting to physical violence. When Susy proves sharper than they expected, it does not stay that way for long.

After watching a terrible 1967 home invasion thriller based on a stage play, I needed to watch a good variation of the same and what better choice than Wait Until Dark, a movie I consider one of the greatest thrillers ever made.

If you've been on my blog for years, you'll know I'm obsessed with I love this movie. Only a handful of movies ever actually scared me on first watch and this is one of them. It's perfectly paced and exquisitely crafted, with a strong eerie atmosphere and great acting from everyone involved, especially Hepburn and Arkin. It's one of those movies where I usually notice new little details in the background every time I see it.

This is the first time I've rewatched this movie since Alan Arkin died, so it was a little bittersweet. Aside from Samantha Jones (who plays Roat's ill-fated accomplice Lisa), the entire adult cast of this movie is no longer with us. An era is slowly vanishing.

I've always seen Wait Until Dark as a transitional movie between Classic Hollywood and the New Hollywood of the late 60s and 70s. A lot of the behind the scenes crew were old-timers with careers going back to the 1930s, and of course Audrey Hepburn was one of the greatest Classic Hollywood stars, but you have more contemporary influences creeping in, mainly with the bad guys being "criminal hipsters" (to steal a line from critic Tim Brayton) and the lack of Hollywood glamor in the costuming and setting. This isn't the fairytale New York City of Sabrina and Breakfast at Tiffany's, but a far more dangerous one.

The other thing I want to mention is just how amazing Hepburn is in this movie and how her performance bowls me over every time. It's a generally acclaimed performance, but I feel like people don't always discuss the psychological nuances of it. While The Nun's Story is Hepburn's best hour as an actress, her work in Wait Until Dark will always be my favorite because her character seems so relatable in her vulnerability. Susy isn't just adjusting to a recent impairment-- she also suffers from PTSD (fire and smoke are literal triggers for her) and deep insecurity regarding her self-image and relationships.

There's one line which stuck out to me this time. At the end of their first conversation, Mike tells Susy, "You're very lovely. Sam's lucky." Susy frowns as though she doesn't believe it and says quietly, "So's Susy." This woman's self-confidence is so low that she can't even take a compliment. She fears that on her own without Sam, she can't possibly be competent or strong. It's also why she latches onto Mike (Richard Crenna) so much: he's a surrogate for her absent husband and he's superficially helpful in a way Sam isn't.

All this adds to the stakes: even if the men don't get violent, their charade will have a psychological toll on Susy, who is so terrified that no one could possibly love her as she is, and that she's really helpless. When she realizes Mike isn't going to be her savior-- and in fact, might kill her-- she realizes she can only rely on herself to get out of this bad situation and she's more than up to the task.

That emotional arc is a major part of why this film resonates with me so much, even more than the suspense or horror elements.

The Invisible Man (dir. James Whale, 1933)

When Dr. Jack Griffin (Claude Rains) finds a way to turn himself invisible, he initially has mixed feelings. On one hand, he doesn't know how to turn himself back. On the other, you can run around naked and no one will ever know. Oh and you can commit murders easily and possibly rule the world. Unable to find a reversal, Griffin embraces the power invisibility gives him and starts a reign of terror on the local population. Will he be caught? Can he be brought back to sanity? And will the screechy innkeeper played by Una O'Connor ever shut the hell up?

With each of his subsequent horror films, James Whale injected more and more camp humor into the proceedings. Some people dislike this, but I don't, especially in the case of The Invisible Man. I always forget how much I enjoy this movie-- I check it out from the library every year to watch around spooky season, but I need to buckle down and just buy the bluray already. This is peak 1930s horror.

This movie is such a delight with its great special effects and fast-moving story, but Claude Rains as the title character is definitely the shining star of the whole thing. He's brilliant. He's hilarious. He's menacing. Dracula is sinister and remote, the Monster is tragic and vulnerable, but Dr. Griffin is just so damned gleeful once he embraces being invisible and all the power that comes with it. While the film's logic for his behavior is that the solution he uses to turn invisible also makes one insane, Griffin's backstory as a lower-class, impoverished young man hoping to make a name for himself and a rich life for the woman he loves strongly suggests this power madness was latent inside him. It's his shadow, to use Jungian terminology.

On this rewatch, I was most struck by the film's similarities to Whale's Frankenstein. Tonally, they're unalike of course: Frankenstein has moments of humor but is generally serious, while black comedy is dominant throughout The Invisible Man. Griffin himself comes off like a prankster, getting childlike joy out of bamboozling and freaking out passerby. He makes great pre-kill quips (he asks one of his victims if they have insurance before murdering them in a car wreck). The townspeople are hilarious too. I LOVE the deadpan delivery of this line from the constable after he realizes Griffin's condition: "He's invisible. That's what's the matter with him."

But back to Frankenstein. Structurally, the two films are similar, much like Dracula and The Mummy are. We have a mad scientist who tampers with nature, creates a "monster" (in Griffin's case, he unleashes a monster within himself), that "monster" terrorizes the locals, the locals form a search party, there's a love interest who represents the ordinary and unambitious world that the scientist ignores, and the film ends with the "monster"'s destruction.

(At least Griffin wasn't stuck with the unprofessional, bastardly Fritz as an assistant. Imagine how THAT would have turned out! Actually, now I want a crossover between Griffin and Henry Frankenstein. That would be a mad scientist team up made in hell.)

Overall, this is a fantastic film: well-paced, funny, creepy, beautifully shot in black-and-white, and psychologically richer than it would appear on the surface. It's a good example of why the 1930s are my favorite period for horror.

#halloween 2023 marathon #thoughts #wait until dark #the invisible man 1933 #the invisible man

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grimescum-2 · 1 year ago

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saw you were reworking ocs tell me about them :>

HIIII!!!!! i'm looking at yoy SOO evilly rn. rubbibg my little hands together soo mischievously you dont even know what you signed up for

long ass paragraphs under the cut 😈😈 i dont think its a lot to read but i tend to talk a lot ... so... i dont blame you for not reading all of it but if you do i'm literally grabbing u and shaking u and hugging you

basically i have.. like. a LOT of ocs i'm unhappy with (be it their design or backstory) and for a long while i've been working on them passively.. though as of recent i've been taking a more direct approach to developing some of my favourites AND working on a few new concepts at the same time :o3 (this might sound like a lot but i dont do anything EVER i literally only lay in bed and sleep)

for the new concepts i've been focusing mainly on this guy (any pronouns)

considering the boogie man or just boogie for a name. they're 7 ft tall and they love to scare and confuse the shit out of people.. but only sometimes. they're relatively chill otherwise, though they keep their intentions unclear. if the spirals didn't say this then they were very inspired by michael (the magnus archives) and uzumaki !! basically they're michael but with 60s-80s aesthetics (i plan on giving them more purple and a hippie/disco vibe)

a few other less notable ones are a sona, a jester (inspired by jevil) and a VERY self indulgent zombie scientist oc to feed the reanimator brainrot

for pre-existing ocs- all of my mains are getting some kind of revamp so i won't speak on all of them, but the closest to being finished is Frenzy!! heres one of a few concepts i'm happiest with:

she's like... a partial sona in a way. i might insert her into fandoms i like if i can get over the embarrassment and shame (i love seeing other people do it but when i do it i feel bad BHABAHA) BUT in short she's a 22 year old neet hikikomori who's only hobbies are watching horror movies, anime and browsing the internet. that + her family trauma and her poor health and mental illness naturally makes her a little crazy, to say the least. she's also transgender mtf because i support trans wrongs!!!!! i plan on giving her design a v-kei, menhera, pastel goth and yume kawaii vibe.

lastly, claudine is still in the works but I've made a fair bit of progress :o3 she's going to be a lot less harmlessly silly and just a little tiny bit more evil in the sense that she feels like recruiting vampires and giving them access to blood and people in exchange for working at her circus is a necessary evil that must be done to put on the greatest show in the world, an aspiration fueled by both her genuine desire to leave a positive impact on the world and her greed for fame. still as silly as ever.. if not more so, since watching The Mask gave me a LOT of inspo for her character BHABAHA

#flea.ocs #flea.talks #dear god i love talking #THANK U SO MICH KAYLA!!! hope youre having a good day today!!!#also know that youre free to ramble about anything in my dms at anytime and i'll 100% read and respond to it <33 love u girl #I MEANT INBOX BUT DMS ALSO APPLY TOO OOPS #but both u and i know how i am with dms HABHAAB

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Ello! I can't see your OC asks post any more :( but I wanna know more about Chimera! I've forgotten what asks were on there, so legit anything tbh! Fave food, fave songs, fave movie! Random facts! X

Yes its not there anymore because I took it down in favor of posting some actual art later today instead! My posting schedule is all kinds of wishy washy atm, but I will probably return to the oc asks at some point in the future cause those do look really fun.

BUT OH BOY CHIMERA IS MY GIRL!! I have the asks in another tab so ill just go down the list for some of my favs.

Bubble gum or cotton candy?

She IS that bubble gum bitch, any and all flavors. She loves the stuff.

Earbuds or Headphones?

Neither! She's just real obnoxious and plays her music out loud. Not so much a problem in her own home, but when she's out and about its very annoying for everyone. And she could not give less of a shit.

Favorite Media?

She really likes stuff like Moulin Rouge and Chicago. Anything that has to do with a badass lady killing people is always high on her list.

Favorite Summer activity?

She's a beach girl! Have you ever seen those videos of the big cats in zoos (tigers mostly) splashing around the water with a huge ball? Thats her at the beach. And afterwards she shakes herself off like a dog and drenches everyone else in the process.

Favorite Winter activity?

She's never cared for winter much, so she likes to stay in when it's cold. Her place is already quite warm and heated, but a hot bath of pure ACID really works wonders for the skin and fur!

Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Because all oc's are basically just self inserts waiting to happen, I have given her my own never ending love of Lemon Cake! I figure it has to do something with the acidity of the fruit. I think she might just also be able to eat straight lemons. Like bite into it like an apple.

What saying or quote do you live by?

These bitches could NEVER!

Favorite flowers?

Being a potions MASTER she'g got her own greenhouse in her home somewhere full fo THE MOST DEADLY plants on the planet. Some of her favorite flowering ones would include: Foxglove, Deadly nightshade, Belladonna and the Corpse flower!

Nicknames?

Mare, Mera, Marzipan, and for her snake tail (that doesn't have a proper name yet) Cobra Chi (pronouned Kai)

And now for some Miscellaneous stuff!

Ive said before, but she is the inventor of the poisoned lipstick, and considers it her greatest work and most popular product.

She a bit of a business woman! She's an entrepreneur, sells her wares and services to those needing deadly poisons. She's a very grey character so she really doesn't care if you gonna murder some innocent soul with these, go nuts!

And thats why her and Kills are such good friends, because they can both be morally dubious together.

I can see them singing a lot of 80's hits together (Good ol Fashioned Lover Boy is defo a fave)

She IS on the Killian protection squad! She HATES Jack with a burning passion! She's tried to poison him on Kill's behalf multiple times before Kills himself had to ask her to stop.

And yes their respective snakes are also friends.

She is a GOSSIP. She's all about that rumor mill, very nosey, all up in peoples business. She spreads rumors SO FAST.

#asks #oc #her and Kill's friendship is EVERYTHING to me you have no idea

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (754): Wed 10th Apr 2024

Continued reading Philip K Dick's Voices From The Street and although this is from the early days of Dick's writing career before he started encorporating science fiction elements it's still very enjoyable and gritty. This particular story has the feel of something from Charles Bukowski in that the protagonist is someone slowly going crazy with his inability to find purpose in life (unlike me who found his purpose long ago which was to stay the fuck away from people). There are also long drawn out scenes featuring monotonous every day situations that are drawn out so long that they start to feel surreal such as a moment where the main character Stuart Hadley runs into a man who lengthily implores him to read an article about how meat causes cancer and keeps going even though Stuart's done his best to convince him he will read it. Then there's another chapter where an old woman comes into the TV store and asks where her normal repairman is as he's the only person he trusts to repair her radio and although Hadley keeps assuring her that her normal repairman isn't working today she keeps badgering him nonetheless. I think this is done to drive home the fact that Hadley think's that he may as well not exist the way people seem to disregar everything he says. When I was on the final few novels of my Edgar Award challenge I was looking at all the Philip K Dick books I was going to read after that challenge finally ended and I anticipated that the first few novels he wrote would turn out to be duds because he produced them before he found his groove. However nothing could be farther from the truth as Dick had a knack for mood and character well before he even decided to make sci-fi his bread and butter.

Later on I rewatched possibly my second favourite movie of all time (after Catch Me If You Can) the incredible Sunset Boulevard. It's remarkable how much this movie still holds up to this day because the subject matter i.e the trappings of fame are still as relevant as they were back then (possibly even more so since the invention of social media). Gloria Swanson's performance I think is one of the greatest ever commited to film. I can see how her over the top and cartoonish delivery of her lines might put some people off but this is a character who would have been classically trained and would have been used to over projecting herself so that everyone in the theatre would be able to hear her and gesticulating so that silent movie audiences could get the emotions she was portraying so it stands to reason that this would have rubed off on the character. One scene that I never realised the creepiness of before is when Norma is throwing a New Year's Eve party but it's just for her and Joe, her butler Max is handling the refreshments and there is a band playing in the background. Joe and Norma have an argument and both storm out and all the while the band continue to play. The fact that they're there at all playing for just two people is bad enough but that they're playing or such a delusional woman who's acting like there are a thousand people there is what makes the scene so unsettling. The musicians must feel like the relatives of dementia patients feel when they go to visit them, carrying on to engage but knowing it's probably not making a difference. Speaking of illness, previously I thought that the fim was merely a study on the trappings of fame mainly thanks to Swanson's amazing performance but now I see that there's another story being told too. Sunset Boulevard is also a brilliant depiction of the personal sacrifice that goes with caring for someone with mental health issues. Joe feels like he has to be there to feed Norma's delusions so she doesn't do something to harm herself much like those closest to people struggling with their mental health. It's a noble sacrifice and commitment obviously but not being able to pursue your own hopes and dreams as your attention is needed elsewhere can also feel soul destroying. I think it's the mark of a great movie that sixty four years after it was made and upon possibly my tenth viewing I'm still discovering new and wonderful things about this all time classic.

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locklylemybeloved · 2 years ago

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OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OKOKOKOK THIS IS HAPPENING OK FINALLY MY THEATRE KID-NESS IS HELPFUL OK. SO. This might be a little long so pls hang in there :,)

if youre into old timey movies and whimsical fun stuff, theres the obvi sound of music type things. my top three of all time all kinda fit into this genre, and theatre kids often hate on them (for stupid reasons) but i love them sm.

so theres My Fair Lady, the one with Audrey Hepburn and Red Harrison. it is probably my favorite ever, and i love it so much, but it is three hours long so if you a lot of ppl say its “boring” (it is not, but not everyone can stand it and i get that)

theres also the music man, the 1962 one with Robert Preston. this one is like hilarious and goofy and i love it, yet its another one the theatre kids hate on for no reason :/

the last old timey one im gonna talk abt it singing in the rain, which is a CLASSIC, its an integral part od my childhood, its hilarious, goody, sweet, got a fun storyline and amazing songs and STUNNING choreography and costume design :))

now, i must also throw in something abt grease here. grease is a classic, its just so good. its got the like, the 70s/80s vibes, its just so good. every theatre kid has seen it, heard the soundtrack, or at least knows abt its legacy.

Anastasia is a disney princess vibe-ish one thats got a beautiful soundtrack, and i know personally i love. the lion king, newsies, the little mermaid, frozen, hercules, the greatest showman all of those are also great intros i think.

also, in the heights and west side story (the originals) are wonderful and classics and i recommend those too. the remakes all have very mixed opinions, so im not rlly gonna say anyrhing abt those

ofc i have to throw in six, which is just a rlly fun one, and yes, im sorry, hamilton (its ok let out the collective groan)

some modern(ish)/funny ones are mean girls, legally blonde, kinky boots, be more chill, dear evan hansen, etc. i havent rlly watched any of these, but i love the mean girls soundtrack.

anyways, i kinda went off there, and theres more i could say, but i think ill leave it at rhag for now. have fun and enjoy it and i hope to see you on the other side :)))

hey guys i wanna get into musicals but i have no idea where to start and all my mutuals seem to like it so tips on where to start pls?

#went on a real rant there lmao #and thats only a sliver of them #the theatre kid in me just took over #mae-rants

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Since It’s Coming Up To Halloween, A Good Time To Repost And Update This - Your Handy Goth-U-Like Reference Sheet!

Readers! Have you ever been stuck with trying to think of a Goth band your Gothophobic friends might like and thus give a chance at Halloween?

Here’s your handy cross-reference sheet courtesy of your super soaraway Mare’s Nest!

The Cure: People who still watch ‘Bagpuss’, play the American McGee’s ‘Alice’ series, think Tim Burton is the greatest animator of all time, 99.99999% of all Cosplayers, and people who like eating toast.

Sisters Of Mercy: Politics undergraduates, Guardian readers, people who when they get drunk will defend General Woundwort in Watership Down as a ‘misunderstood victim of events’, people who deny being Goth dusk till dawn.

The Mission: Harry Potter/Worst Witch/Doctor Who fans and weekend pagans who like cosplay. A lot. Those who think The Hobbit movies were better than the Lord Of The Rings ones even if they were less canon, and Captain Campion was a better Chief Rabbit of Efrafa than General Woundwort anyway ...

All About Eve: Fans of My Little Pony, The Chalet School/Mallory Towers/St Claire’s, essential oil baths with scented candles, and buying Amazon rainforest sized amounts of quaint writing paper which they never get around to using.

Die Laughing: See All About Eve and The Mission.

The Cult: people who like heavy metal but could do without the whole Dungeons And Dragons or pretending to be teutonic knights vibes. Also people who like tassles. Lots of tassles.

Merry Thoughts: Sisters of Mercy and Cult fans into Pokemon.

Fields of The Nephilim: ‘Sandman’ comic book fans, people who binge watch ‘Stranger Things’ and ‘The Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina’, theology students, Spaghetti western fans, adrift prog rockers thinking ‘oh well, suppose it will do,’ actual pagans that haven’t gone down the all-out-and-listening-to-Fairport-Convention route yet.

Killing Joke: Science and Engineering students who read a lot of old school SF but regard the fanbase as boomer stoners. Those who fancy Geordie. DC Comic fandorks who only like them because it entitled their favourite Batman story. Star Wars fans who only like them because Mark Hamill played the Joker in the tortuous ‘film’ version of said Batman story.

Bauhaus/Love And Rockets: people who insist that all original classic horror movies in black and white are far superior to their colour remakes.

Rosetta Stone - Miserylab: people who insist all original classic horror movies in black and white are far poorer in comparison to their colour remakes - even the remakes done by Hammer Horror.

The Horatii: those who like old school New Romantic videos with yachts and marigold glove monsters.

Aurelio Voltaire: They Might Be Giants/Pinky And The Brain fans.

Marilyn Manson: David Bowie fans who wished he’d gone more hard rock.

Dronning Maud Land: Fields Of The Nephilim fans who liked the Monty Python movies and post-Python spin offs better than the TV series.

Forthcoming Fire: Retro 8-bit computing fans.

London After Midnight: rubber and silk perverts and people who still believe villains on TV/in film should talk in a silly croaky voice and cackle loudly at the end of every sentence.

Siouxsie and the Banshees: Jon Pertwee and Tom Baker era Doctor Who fans, people who like hanging around big f**k off sized museums, punks, anyone who likes the Beatles or their copycats. eg. ELO, Oasis. Also your parents and grandparents. Just keep them away from the ‘Join Hands’ album.

The Damned: Those who will defend to the death every single Addams Family reboot, no matter how ill conceived in plan or execution. People who think Captain Sensible is ‘funny’. Harry Potter fans who think Rat Scabies would have made a better dad for the Weasleys in the movies.

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ohnominamino · 3 years ago

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An Essay on Love in Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time

Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time is a movie about love in all its forms. From the love of family, friends, and neighbors, to the compassion we feel for people we have never met. The movie reminds us that love is something we continuously gain, lose, and choose, again and again. Which love is greatest? In my opinion, the answer to that question is left up to interpretation. In this essay, I will give my own personal interpretation on certain character interactions and what I believe we are meant to take away from their Rebuild portrayals.

The character I will start with is one I’ve noticed the most outrage over from people who haven’t seen the movie and read out-of-context spoilers: Kaworu Nagisa.

Kaworu is a beloved character among many Evangelion fans, especially those who are members of the LGBT+ community. He is a canonical love interest of Shinji Ikari and I want to reassure people that this final movie does not change that fact. However, it does not make the couple blatantly endgame either. This skirting around the couple might make some fans upset, and while their feelings are completely valid, I do not think they fully understand the difficulties faced by LGBT+ people in Japan, nor do they understand the way that romance is typically conveyed in Japanese storytelling. (I recommend watching “Is ‘Yuri On Ice’ Good Gay Representation?” by James Somerton for more about storytelling nuances.)

What have we been shown about Shinji and Kaworu’s love? The good news is, anything you read into the original TV series and End of Evangelion is completely true for the Rebuilds— because Kaworu is the same Kaworu. This movie proves Evangelion is a single universe set on repeat, and that Kaworu and Shinji meet each other every loop, and in each, Kaworu is trying to make Shinji happy. Within the final movie, Shinji becomes aware of the loops and chooses to break the cycle and free Kaworu from his pain.

What does the relationship between Shinji and Kaworu teach us? I believe the purpose of their love is to show the audience that first, in the words of Kaji, “love has no gender.” Second, I believe Kaworu’s love in particular is a warning about basing your own happiness solely upon another person. There are parallels drawn between Gendo/Yui and Kaworu/Shinji. Gendo could not exist without Yui, and so he was willing to destroy the world to be reunited with her. For Kaworu, it was not the destruction of humanity, but the destruction of himself that defined his tragedy. What’s important within the final movie, in my opinion, is that Shinji does not reject Kaworu’s love. With the insight he’s gained from remembering past loops, he sees Kaworu’s love and appreciates him, but he also sees his suffering and wants to ease it. He helps Kaworu into a new world where he can seek his own happiness and find balance in his life (something his father did not have).

While Kaworu and Shinji are not seen as an explicit couple at the end of the movie, it’s significant to note that, when he sets Kaworu free, Shinji holds out his hand to Kaworu as a promise to stay together. Over the course of the movie, Shinji comes to accept his connection to others through accepting touch (in the form of hand holding and hugs from Rei, Misato, and Gendo); however, Kaworu is the only character in the movie who Shinji initiates physical contact with and that speaks to how much Kaworu means to him. This simple gesture, in my opinion, keeps the door open for Kaworu and Shinji to be a couple one day, after Kaworu has found more balance in his life.

If I were to write an entire essay about Kaworu, it would be titled, “Out of the Coffin: How the Resurrection of Kaworu Nagisa Buries the Tragic Lovers Trope” because this movie truly does just that.

Another potential love interest for Shinji for many years was Asuka; however, unlike with Kaworu, the nature of this relationship is not left up to interpretation by the end of the movie. Before her big final battle, Asuka tells Shinji, “I think I loved you back then” (regarding their time in middle school) and Shinji, during Instrumentality, tells Asuka, “Thank you for saying you loved me. I loved you too.” It is past tense.

What does this relationship teach us? It’s a beautiful way of showing that we can love people, and grow and learn, and let go when we no longer fit each other. Letting go is an integral part of life. Whereas other Instrumentality scenes involve touch, Asuka’s, mirroring the ending of End of Evangelion, has a distinct lack of touch. Shinji sits with his arms around his knees and Asuka turns her body away from him. He gives her his thanks and he sends her off to find her peace. Asuka and Shinji teach us that it’s okay to grow out of relationships. You can appreciate what they were to you at the time they happened and move on.

What about Rei? To be honest with you, this movie is less about Rei’s relationship with Shinji, and more about her relationship with the world. Rei teaches movie viewers about the simple pleasures of living. While Shinji is in mourning for the first quarter of the movie, Rei (as “Sokkuri”) is learning about crop growing and community, the wonder of babies and kittens, the joy of the bath after a long day of fruitful work, and the power of words and picture books. At the end of her life, she only regrets not having more time to spend with the people she loves. In Instrumentality, Shinji accepts her hand when it is offered to him, which I hope signifies he is ready to see life as she had come to during the final movie.

Rei teaches us that we can love living and to not take our limited time for granted.

Next, we move on to parent figures: Gendo and Misato. I think they both represent people ill suited to the role, who do the best they can despite it. Gendo, as mentioned for Kaworu above, is a warning about defining yourself by your relationship to another person (Ikari, afterall, is Yui’s name). He is also a lesson in how people mourn and how they can lash out. Misato, like Gendo, felt herself a poor parent, and while mourning the loss of Kaji, she gave up her child to be raised by other people, but, unlike Gendo, went forward to put all her energy into protecting humanity. Both of them reach out to hug Shinji within the movie and he accepts them where they are.

While I wouldn’t say the movie shows that Shinji forgives Gendo, it does show his making an effort to understand and make peace with what others have done. For Misato, it is fair to say we can still hope for a better future, even when it feels like everything is crumbling around us. Her self-sacrificing love for her son and the whole of humanity is what enables Shinji to then save the people he loves (via the spear of Gaius).

In the movie, we are also shown friendship. Touji, Hikari, and Kensuke are important members of their community who maintain open communication with those around them and respect others’ boundaries. They are patient and kind and represent the importance of being present. They teach us to meet people where they are and support them how we can, whether it’s giving them a warm meal or giving them space when they need it.

There are many more characters that could be talked about, but today I am going to end on Mari. Mari’s love is physical. She enjoys being in people’s personal bubbles. She cuddles Asuka and helps trim her hair, she gets into Gendo’s space at college, and at the end of the movie, she reaches out her hand to Shinji to help him stand up from his seat. Upon first glance, some viewers might take Mari and Shinji’s final scene to be romantic, but the reality of it is this: We do not, and cannot, know what kind of love she is meant to represent in his life.

We do not know Mari’s relationship with Shinji because they hardly interact in the movie. She clearly cares about him, but in my opinion, it comes from a place of duty and compassion— Mari was friends with Gendo and Yui. She has been there since he was born. (If we take the manga to be canon, then Mari even had romantic feelings towards his mother. Her hairstyle and glasses are from Yui. At the end of the movie, Mari has changed her hairstyle, which to me implies she has moved on, and “getting” with Shinji would be a thematic break.)

Additionally, their conversation, while flirty, is very much one that implies they haven’t seen each other for a while. Mari is someone who is very physically affectionate. With everyone. If someone ignores that and focuses on the fact she gets into Shinji’s space and claims that’s romantic, they better acknowledge it’s possibly romantic with Asuka, who we see far more intimacy with. When Mari flirts, Shinji flirts back and her initial reaction is surprise, “Wow, you’ve learned to talk back!” Her purpose is clear. She is there to remove the DSS choker from his neck.

Personally, I love that Mari is the one to close the movie, for the exact reason that we do not know her relationship with Shinji. For Mari to have an assigned role would be to say, “This kind of love is most important,” when the entire movie was spent showing us each love is of equal importance in the balance and building of our lives. (It’s wonderful to see those types of love embodied across the platform from Shinji at the end of the movie: Rei and Kaworu, who, just like in End of Evangelion, could signify the ability to connect with others and be loved.)

If you view Mari as a romantic love interest, then I think it speaks to the value that you as an individual give to romance rather than what the characters themselves are feeling. To me, Mari, the character who was created to “destroy Eva,” is a symbol of all love. When Shinji takes her offered hand and then pulls her to run into the new world, it’s a symbol of balance. The give and take of any kind of relationship.

We are the product of every relationship we have ever had, from our parents to the people we once loved, from our friendships to any other person we want to stay connected to. Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time is a story about these relationships. It is a story about love.

#rebuild of evangelion #kaworu nagisa #shinji ikari #asuka shikinami #mari makinami #rei ayanami #misato katsuragi #gendo ikari #thrice upon a time #kawoshin #essay #movie review #shinkawo

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honeypiehotchner · 4 years ago

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kiss me on the mouth and set me free (Damon Salvatore x fem!Reader) -- one shot

Hi my lovelies! I know this is not my usual content whatsoever, but I’ve been watching TVD with my best friend (@treat-winchesterswith-kindness) and she was begging for a Damon smut, so this is the result. And I have to say...I enjoyed the hell out of writing this one xx.

Beta’d by @treat-winchesterswith-kindness and @a-radical-notion <3

Warnings: (Birthday) SMUT! (Slight) virginity kink, Daddy kink, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), biting (of course), size kink

Damon’s fingers touch gently underneath your chin, tilting your head, forcing your eyes to meet his. Not for compliance, he’d never do that to you. But for attention, for focus, for sincerity. He wants you to know his true intentions, the kind that only you can see when you’re looking into his eyes.

The usual mischief isn’t there. Instead, swirling in his eyes, are the softest emotions you’ve ever seen. The most genuine. The warmest.

Slowly, you nod. Your silent, willing compliance. Your silent, please.

As he leans forward to connect your lips--

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Your dream is ripped right out from under you by the smirking vampire standing in your bedroom. “Damon, what the hell?” You sit up in bed, rubbing your forehead. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Yikes, what’s with the attitude? My feelings are fragile, you know.” He grabs a pillow off your floor and hugs it to his chest as he quite literally falls onto the reading chair you have by your window.

Your only response is a glare.

“Come on, do you not know what day it is?”

“No,” you mutter, dropping your hands onto the bed in defeat. “What day is it?”

His expression is surprise, sadness, and unamused all at once. “Your birthday.”

“Oh,” you chuckle. You guess that is today. You’ve been so busy lately. You knew it was coming up, but you weren’t aware it was coming up this quickly. And now it’s here, and you have no plans.

Or at least you thought you didn’t have plans.

“Up, up, up,” Damon orders, waving his hands at you as he stands. “We’re celebrating, you’re not allowed to say no. Up.”

One thing you’ve learned about being friends with Damon Salvatore is that once he’s set in his ways, he isn’t budging. So, despite feeling like lead has been injected into your bones, you let him drag you out of bed -- literally. He reaches both hands out and you accept, wrapping your fingers around his and allowing him to tug you to your feet.

You and Damon have always been close. More than close, actually. You’ve never kissed or anything, at least not on the lips. He kissed your forehead once when you were sobbing over something. You kissed his cheek once in public when a guy wouldn’t stop hitting on you. And the two of you have held hands before, but more as an ��I don’t want to lose you” measure in large crowds. You love concerts, and Damon does too (especially rock) but he hates the crowds because he hates losing sight of you.

You wouldn’t be surprised if everyone just assumed you and Damon are dating. You know the two of you aren’t -- because he’s definitely had sex with other women while you’ve been friends with him -- but you also know his behavior might lead others to believe otherwise. You also know that’s kind of his whole intention.

He’s protective. It’s what he does best. When you’re next to him, no one who isn’t your friend will look at you. And when you’re not with him, you’ve noticed the number of people who approach you with ill intentions has considerably decreased.

Once you’re known indirectly (or directly, you guess) as Damon Salvatore’s girl, no one comes near you. Exactly how Damon likes.

You don’t mind it. You hate being bothered. You’re surprised you let Damon bother you for as long as you did before you caved. You can’t lie, you liked it. You liked him. You still do.

But Damon isn’t the settling down type. He’s not the type to be monogamous, at least not from your experience. You do wonder at times what his goal was whenever he’d tell you about his sexual encounters. It wasn’t like he was bragging, but you couldn’t help but feel like he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

So, obviously, you didn’t give him one.

Damon doesn’t always get what he wants. He just thinks he does. And you like to make him believe that.

“Are you ready yet? I’m starving,” Damon calls from the hallway.

You roll your eyes. “No. And you can’t be starving, you’re dead.”

“I know,” he smirks, sauntering into your room. “Look at you.”

“Look at me?” You scoff. “I wore this outfit last week.”

“Yeah, but you look...hotter, I don’t know. Maybe it’s your birthday.”

You roll your eyes again, a habit you do most often when you’re with Damon. “Whatever. Where are you taking me?”

“Oh, just, all your favorite places.”

“You’re full of shit, Damon.”

+++

After a full day of doing all of your favorite things, most of which Damon hates, by the way. You have no idea why he’s been entertaining you all day, but you’re assuming it’s only because today is your birthday. He’ll go back to his usual self tomorrow and hang out with you only when it doesn’t involve things he hates doing.

“Which one of your comfort movies are we watching to end the day?”

You eye Damon skeptically from the kitchen. He’s currently on the couch, flicking through Netflix lazily.

You don’t want to question any of this until tomorrow, so you tell him which movie to queue up, and you hear him muffle a groan.

You return to the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn, plopping it in the middle of you and Damon. He presses play on the movie, and you eat your popcorn with a smile.

Of course, you should’ve known it was too good to be true for Damon to keep his mouth shut all day because about halfway through the movie, he drops the bomb you had been waiting on.

“So...you’ve really never had sex?”

You roll your eyes, but don’t respond.

Earlier today when the two of you were walking around, Damon kept pointing out cute guys. And they were cute, you’ll give him that, but you had no idea what his deal was. After five or six guys are pointed out, Damon asks you, “Come on, you’ve never had birthday sex? A one-night stand on your special day?”

You had laughed and shoved his arm, and confessed, “I’ve never had any sex, period. So no thank you. Can we please go?”

You knew it was way too good to be true when Damon dropped the subject immediately and moved on, letting you drag him away to your other favorite spot.

Of course, you should’ve known he was only waiting for the right time. You did know. Which is why you haven’t answered him right now.

But he keeps going.

“What about held hands? Kissed anyone on the lips?”

“First of all, you’ve held my hand, and second of all, of course I’ve kissed someone on the lips, I’m not a nun!” You lie.

He looks skeptical. “When was it?”

“I was…” He gives you the look harder, not compelling you, but might as well have been. “Fine. I’ve never had sex, and I’ve never had my first kiss. Are you happy now?”

“Of course I’m not happy!” He gives you another look, this one like you’ve gone batshit crazy. “You’re missing out on one of life’s greatest experiences!”

“And this is exactly why I never told you,” you toss a popcorn kernel at him, watching it bounce off his forehead. He looks up at it, but he doesn’t blink. “Not everyone thinks sex is all there is to life, Damon.”

“Okay, that’s not what I meant--”

“That’s exactly what you meant.”

“I just mean if...you’re waiting…”

“Please, stop. Talking.”

“You don’t need to wait.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Because I’m right here.”

You stare at him blankly. “What?”

He shrugs nonchalantly like he’s not the biggest manwhore around. “I’m here.”

“You’re joking. Quit fucking with me.”

“I’m not fucking with you-- Well, at least not yet--”

“Oh my God, shut up!” You laugh, swatting at his arm, hating the way you’ve gone hot all over.

Damon Salvatore is attractive. Scratch that-- He’s more than attractive. He’s the kind of attractive everyone says they want in a guy, but obviously, it’s too much to ask for, so they settle for a little less. You can’t ask everyone to look like a God, but Damon does -- though you’ll never let him hear those words leave your lips. Never.

The prospect of having sex with Damon has crossed your mind more than once. Probably a thousand times, if you’re honest, but you always knew it would never happen. He’s Damon Salvatore. First of all, he doesn’t do anything besides casual sex, and second of all, you’re pretty sure his sex only includes experienced partners. You don’t exactly fit either of those criteria.

You never even thought he looked at you that way. You figured if he had, he would’ve made more jokes or insinuated things. But he never has with you.

“I’m being serious, you know.”

At this point, fifteen more minutes of the movie have gone by. But you haven’t been paying attention.

“Can I ask why?” You say, keeping your eyes focused on the TV screen.

“Why what?”

“Why now? Why are you suddenly interested? Because if it’s just to get your dick wet, I will kick you out.”

“What do you mean suddenly interested?” He counters.

“What do you mean?” You fire back, finally looking at him. “The whole time we’ve been friends, you’ve had more one-night stands than I can count. You never flirt with me. And just today you were trying to find someone for me to have birthday sex with. Are you serious?”

“Okay, yes, I have had a lot of one-night stands, and yes, I was being...obnoxious today, but I have flirted with you.”

“Since when?”

“Since every day I’ve known you!” He cries. “Did you not notice?”

You slump back into the couch cushions. “Well, I guess not.”

More minutes pass. The movie plays and you try to pay attention, silently wishing the couch would swallow you whole right now. This shouldn’t be embarrassing, but it is.

“I’m not saying you have to have sex tonight, but whenever you’re ready...I’m here.”

“Of course you’ll always be there for that.”

“You know I didn’t mean it that way,” he says, and you would’ve brushed him off again if he wasn’t looking into your eyes so deeply, and reaching for your hand. Not in a way that insinuates anything, but for comfort.

Silently, you turn your hand over and let him hold it. “What if...What if I’m not ready for sex yet, but…”

“But?”

“But…” You sigh, averting your eyes back to the movie. “What if I want you to kiss me?”

“I can do that.”

You nod, but you don’t move. Your hand stays gently held in his, your eyes glued to the movie. You suggested it yourself, yet you’re nervous.

Distantly, you hear the bowl of popcorn moving to the coffee table. You feel the cushion beside you dip slightly as Damon scoots over. And then…

“You’re going to have to look at me if you want me to kiss you.”

You feel his fingers gently lifting your chin, turning your gaze toward him.

“Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes, not as harsh this time because you’re too busy buzzing with the fact that his fingers are still on your chin. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Okay, okay,” he teases, his thumb stroking your jaw.

He moves slow, not wanting to rush you, but he moves so slow that you wish he’d use his speed. Before you can make a comment about it, though, his lips are finally on yours.

Kissing isn’t what you expected. But since it’s with Damon, it’s amazing.

He still moves as slow as possible, his hand moving from your chin to your jaw, cupping your face, pulling you closer. You have no idea what to do with your hands, so you leave them in your lap, curled into fists.

Damon pulls back, pecking your lips once, then twice, before finally pulling away.

“How’s that for a first kiss?”

You don’t bother responding. Instead, you grip his shirt in both hands and pull him back to you, kissing him harder. A growl releases itself from the back of Damon’s throat, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip in retaliation.

You open up for him instantly, fists releasing his shirt when his tongue strokes into your mouth gently. His hands find your waist and squeeze, massaging your skin, tugging you closer until there’s practically not even a centimeter of space between the two of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, a small whine leaving your lips when he pulls back.

“Damon…” You whisper, your vision hazy, but in the best way.

“Look at me,” he says softly, his lips ghosting over yours.

You blink slowly, looking back into his eyes. “Hm?”

“Do you want more?”

You nod pathetically, still annoyed with him for stopping.

“Words, little one,” he taps your nose with his index finger. “What do you want?”

“More,” you say almost instantly. “I need more, Damon.”

“More it is,” he smirks, giving you what you need.

You inhale deeply when he kisses you, and when you exhale, your breath fills Damon’s lungs. Your fingers thread through his hair at the base of his skull, your arms keeping you steady around his neck. His lips devour you in every form of the word, claiming you, coaxing you to open up to him. His hands tug on your hips, pulling you into his lap, straddling his legs.

Your comfort movie plays on the TV in the background, the volume turned down, but still there. Somehow, it makes more of your nerves melt away. Damon’s touch makes the rest of them disappear.

Damon pushes your hair back from your face as he holds you captive with his kiss. Another nip to your skin and he pulls back.

“I want more,” you blurt, “but I’m not a one night stand.”

“You are most definitely not a one night stand,” he replies softly, pecking your lips. “If you want more, I’ll give you more.”

“Give me more,” you all but demand, rocking your hips. “Now.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tightens his grip on your hips, stopping your movement. “Just because it’s your first time doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want.”

You fully stop your movement out of surprise and annoyance. “Why not?”

“Because…” He thumbs the pout from your lips. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Damon,” you groan. “Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t fingered myself.”

He chuckles lowly, grabbing one of your hands and lifting it up into view. “I am a lot bigger than your fingers, princess.”

You shudder at the nickname and fail to hide it.

His usual mischievous smirk stretches across his lips. “You like that?”

You nod. No use in trying to hide it.

“Princess,” he murmurs. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me,” you say proudly, already tired of the teasing.

He smooths his hands down your arms. “That’s not asking nicely.”

“Please, will you please just fuck me already?”

“Nice of you to say please,” Damon replies, pressing a kiss to your lips. “But I need to get you ready first. Don’t pout, kitten. Come on.”

He shifts his weight to lift you up, laying you back on the couch. Slowly, your pants are dragged down your legs. You wait for him to take your panties, too, but he doesn’t.

You lift your head, but Damon stops you before the comment leaves your mouth. “Patience, princess.”

You throw your head back into the pillow with a groan, one that quickly morphs into a moan when he mouths your clit over your panties. His tongue darts out to tease your hole through the fabric, smirking into your pussy as you squirm. He thumbs your clit before massaging your lips.

“There we go,” he murmurs. “I can feel you getting wet, and that’s what we need, Princess, I don’t want to hurt you...not unless you ask.”

A flash of a wet dream you had a few nights ago, where Damon’s mouth was in your neck, his teeth breaking skin only barely, but enough to taste.

“Did you just get wetter? Oh, Princess…”

The sound of ripping fabric fills your ears when Damon’s teeth tear your panties away. The sudden cool air on your wet pussy causes your hips to buck, and Damon’s hands promptly push them back down.

He crawls up your body, briefly paying attention to your collarbones and neck, daring to nip there, but not breaking the skin, and leaving as quick as he came.

His entire body covers yours as he leans down, pressing sweet kisses to your lips, smirking when he finds your lips already parting for him. And when your hands find the buttons on his shirt, he chuckles, but keeps kissing you, fiercer now as you unbutton every last one, leaving his shirt hanging wide open.

“You feeling good?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

“Just checking, baby,” he coos, kissing both of your cheeks, then your nose.

He slides back down your body, settling over your hips. Now, without the barrier of your panties, you can feel his breath on your pussy. Before you have time to process that feeling, though, Damon is diving in headfirst -- literally.

Damon is not a stranger to going down on a woman, and it’s actually his favorite thing in the world to do.

He doesn’t even try holding you down. One arm is stretched across your hips, while his other hand is busy massaging your lips, coating his fingers in your wetness. You expect him to thrust his fingers into you then, but a loud moan has you looking down to see Damon’s fingers in his mouth, tasting you.

He opens his eyes and catches yours, smirking around his fingers as he pulls them out of his mouth. “You taste good.”

You scrunch up your nose, earning a laugh from him.

“I’ll make you taste one day, kitten, you might like it.”

“Hmph.”

“Don’t start pouting now,” he says, keeping his eyes locked with yours as his fingers trail down to your entrance. “Just one for now, Princess,” he whispers, spreading your lips and pressing in.

One isn’t much, so all that you feel is pleasure and heat in your core.

“More,” you whine, lying back down, breathless. “Please.”

“There’s my good girl,” he coos, kissing your hip bone. “Asking so nicely. I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.”

Another finger enters you and it is a bit of a stretch, but still not much. He was right, his fingers are bigger than yours -- and you’re sure his cock is bigger, too -- but it’s still not enough.

“More,” you cry, the word breaking into a choked moan when he scissors his fingers, opening you up.

“There it is,” he smiles, leaning down to flick your clit with his tongue before sucking gently on the bundle of nerves. He continues scissoring his fingers until he hears your moans growing quieter, and that’s when he adds a third finger.

Now you feel the stretch, but it isn’t painful. Your moan is louder than you expect, your back arching off the couch, and Damon swears for a second he might’ve stumbled upon an angel.

A small whimper leaves your lips when he curls his fingers, pressing into your g-spot ever so slightly. Not hard enough for immense pleasure because he doesn’t want to wear you out immediately, and he knows you aren’t used to that level of pleasure -- not yet at least.

He pauses his assault on your hip bone, never biting hard enough to leave a mark, to return to your clit. He’s not sure if you know it, but you’re close. He can feel your walls fluttering and squeezing his fingers, the tell-tale signs.

Once you feel his mouth back on your clit, sucking and nibbling gently, you’re blinded by the pleasure that crashes into you. It’s as if the skies opened up and struck you with lightning straight from the sun.

When Damon moans into your pussy, the vibrations send waves of pleasure through your every fiber, and you have no choice but to cum all over his fingers.

Something you do when you’re pleasuring yourself is you stop almost immediately, but Damon continues, milking every last bit of your orgasm until you’ve calmed down. He leans his head on your hip while he continues massaging your walls until he can pull his fingers out without hurting you or startling you.

The emptiness you feel when his fingers leave you is a little startling, but only so much so that you need something else inside of you. Which is why while he’s busy sucking on his fingers again, making a complete mess, you’re sitting up and tossing your shirt over your head.

“Woah,” Damon says around his fingers, his eyes widening when your bra comes off, too. “Hello.”

You almost glare at him. “I need you inside of me.”

Damon raises an eyebrow, licking his lips. “Pardon me?”

“Please,” you groan. “Please, I need more, I…”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, his fingers massaging soft circles into your thigh. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

He nods. “Lay back, Princess. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

You obey, mostly out of exhaustion than compliance, and Damon knows that. You’ve always been a bit of a brat, but he’s seeing even more of it tonight.

He makes a show of shrugging off his shirt, watching you watching him, your arm bent underneath your head to prop you up. One leg is up and the other is down, and you look like Heaven.

Damon undoes his belt and tosses it away, taking note of the way your eyes follow it all the way to the floor. You don’t even look back to him until his pants are hitting the floor, and him stepping out of them catches your attention again. Black boxer briefs are all that is left, and they’re barely containing him.

He loves how intently you’re watching him. The genuine curiosity sparks in his eyes when he pulls his underwear down, kicking them aside. You blink slowly, marveling at the sight of him. He’s...pretty.

“Like what you’re seeing, baby?”

You nod slowly. “Mhm. Taste?”

“Next time,” he promises, kneeling on the couch, pushing your legs apart. “Tonight is all about you, Princess.” He presses a kiss to your lips to seal the deal, and you accept it, reminded of how empty you feel now that your legs are spread again.

You go quiet when you feel his cock nudging your entrance. He stretched you, but he feels so big.

“Is it...Is it gonna fit?” You ask, your arms wrapping around his neck again for support.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. “You tell me when to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kisses you again, sweeter and softer this time, but it’s only a distraction for when he initially enters you. He could tell you needed the distraction, and he was correct.

When you begin to feel him, your nails scratch his skin and he stops, staying there, waiting for your word.

He goes slow as promised every time you ask for more, and stops whenever you say so, or when your whimper is louder than expected.

Soon, though, he’s fully seated inside of you, and you feel sufficiently full. At peace. And ready for him to fucking move.

“Move, please, Damon, I need you to--”

He pulls out slightly and snaps his hips, knocking the breath out of you. He watches your face, but there are no traces of pain, only pleasure.

A rhythm slowly forms, one that you enjoy, until you need more and when you ask for more this time, Damon doesn’t hold back.

So much so that it forces a new name from your lips.

You didn’t mean to say it, but when he stops moving out of surprise, you can’t help but whine it once more. “Daddy, please.”

“God,” Damon groans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. The rhythm this time is slow and dizzying. “Say it again.”

“Daddy,” you whimper instantly, bucking your hips, pulling him in deeper.

“Just like that,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your vein. “You have no idea how hard it is not to just…” He pauses, letting his teeth graze over the sensitive skin there. “And when you call me that…”

“Daddy…” You cry out, feeling him nudging against your cervix.

“My sweet little girl,” he breathes. “Letting me take her virginity. That’s my Princess, my baby…” His teeth graze your skin again, teasing you, and then…

“Please,” you mumble, closing your eyes. “Do it.”

He freezes, and you feel it, but you’re tired of him freezing, so you wrap your hand around the back of his head, pressing his mouth into your neck.

“Do it,” you repeat, even more breathless. “Please.”

Damon can’t resist, not when you feel this good wrapped around him, when you’re begging, when you’re pushing him closer, yearning for it.

He speeds up his rhythm, chasing his high. He doesn’t trust himself to cum with his teeth in your neck, but he can cum right before, and sink them in while you’re cumming. The pain won’t be as intense while you’re mid-orgasm.

Almost as soon as you feel Damon’s seed spilling inside of you, your back is arching, your own waves of pleasure shooting through your body, your second orgasm of the night capturing you. And when you least expect it, because you assumed he had decided against you, Damon’s teeth sink into your neck.

It’s a feeling you’ve never felt before, but it’s one you’ll be asking for more often.

Your body relaxes, Damon’s now half-hard cock sitting snugly inside of you while he drinks from you, and when he finally is done, you’re floating blissfully.

You catch only a glimpse of his face before it returns to normal, and he kisses you gently to get your attention.

“How was your first time?”

“Amazing,” you murmur, scratching gently at the base of his skull. “Really...amazing.”

“Do you want me to move?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Stay.”

“Okay, well I need to pull out of you, but then we can cuddle.”

“Fine,” you huff, dropping your arms from his neck.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, leaving you empty once more, despite the pleasure still thrumming through your body. “You can warm my cock another time, okay Princess?”

“Hmph.”

He stands and shakes his head. “Alright, it’s nap time for you.”

You look up hopefully. “Bed?”

“Yeah, come on.” He slides his arms underneath your legs and back, lifting you up bridal style.

You’re asleep in his arms before he even makes it to your room.

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