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hotdaemondtargaryen · 7 months ago

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TOM GLYNN-CARNEY INTERVIEWED FOR VESTAL MAGAZINE.

REFLECTING ON YOUR JOURNEY IN THE ACTING INDUSTRY, DO YOU REMEMBER THE MOMENT YOU REALIZED YOU REALIZED YOU WANTED TO PURSUE ACTING?

"The moment I realized I wanted to pursue acting was probably when I was around 12 years old, in high school."

"I was performing in a production of Shakespeare's Macbeth at the Royal Exchange in Manchester."

"I saw older actors and wondered what their "proper" jobs were outside of the theater."

'When I asked one of them, they said': — "No, this is my proper job. This is what I do."

"I didn’t know people could do that."

"From that moment on, I knew that this is what I wanted to do as a career."

YOU'VE DONE MULTIPLE SHOWS AND MOVIES IN THE DRAMATIC GENRE. WOULD YOU EVER BE OPEN TO DOING OTHER GENRES?

"Absolutely, I'd love to explore new genres in the future."

"I'd love to give comedy a go."

"I think that would be a good challenge."

"It’s difficult because timing is crucial delivering a joke at the right time can feel almost mathematical."

"But I think that good comedy actors don't see it that way at all."

"It just comes naturally to them."

"I'd love to give it a shot."

"I'm also interested in doing biopics, bringing real-life stories to life."

"Chet Baker and Gene Kelly, in particular, would be fascinating characters to portray."

"But I'm open to any interesting projects that come my way."

HOW DO YOU CHOOSE THE ROLES YOU TAKE ON? ARE YOU DRAWN TO A PARTICULAR TYPE OF CHARACTER OR STORY?

"Honestly, I'm drawn to anything that makes me feel uncomfortable and pushes me out of my comfort zone."

"I seek out roles where the character feels distant and challenging."

"I like to test myself and see if I can bring such characters to life."

"If a role feels like something I might struggle with, that's exactly what I want to tackle."

"I often joke that these challenging roles might be my downfall someday." [laughs]

CAN YOU SHARE ANY INSIGHTS INTO HOW YOUR CHARACTER, AEGON II TARGARYEN, ENVOLVES IN THE UPCOMING SEASON?

"I found it fascinating to delve deeper into Aegon this season because there's so much more to uncover about him."

"In the first season, we saw quite a two-dimensional view of Aegon—not due to Ty Tennant's portrayal, which I thought was fantastic, bringing a lot of vulnerability and teenage angst to the character."

"When I took over, the time frame was too short to really explore Aegon's complexities."

"This time, I've had an extended period to sit with the character and dig into his deeper layers."

"Playing a character experiencing profound grief is always a challenge."

"I'm lucky enough that I've never gone through anything like that myself, so I had to imagine it as vividly as possible."

"This season, Aegon is shown as more of an empath than a psychopath."

"It becomes clear that he has the capacity to love, feel, and grieve."

"There are so many comparisons between Aegon and Richard II."

"People are saying Aegon is cold, calculated, and evil, and while he's certainly done horrible things—I'm not justifying any of those—it's important to note that, rather than being a straightforward villain, he's a crumbling tragedy."

HOW HAS YOUR APPROACH TO PORTRAYING AEGON II CHANGED FROM THE PREVIOUS SEASON TO THE NEW ONE?

"There’s definitely a continuation of the drama and theatricality from season one."

"It's huge, rousing, and intense."

"I've seen episodes one to four, and they are just unbelievable, especially the battle scenes — you can't get any bigger than that."

"This season, though, there’s also an element of humor."

"At some point, they called Aegon 'the Magnanimous,' and it was important to bring some levity to his character."

"Aegon has just stepped into the role of King and is trying to figure it all out."

"We're at a point where he’s found a spring in his step, enjoying this new responsibility and purpose."

"He’s also got a lot of power now."

"Power can go to people's heads and make them crazy."

"It was nice to explore his boyishness and playfulness, as it gives his character more depth and leaves room for growth."

WHAT WOULD YOU TELL PEOPLE TO GET THEM ON TEAM GREEN?

"I don’t think I need to persuade them—obviously, we’re the best."

"But if you really want to see why, this season is packed with surprises that will make it clear."

SINCE THE SHOW IS BASED ORIGINALLY ON BOOKS, IS THERE A SPECIFIC BOOK YOU'D LIKE TO SEE BROUGHT TO THE SCREEN AND FOR YOU TO BE A PART OF?

"I'd love to see a film adaptation of Douglas Stuart's book Shuggie Bain."

"Another great choice would be The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell."

"It’s a collection of beautiful and heart-wrenching short stories, and each one could make a compelling film."

"Looking at my bookshelf now, I see a lot of books on Bob Dylan, David Bowie, and Paul McCartney—mostly singer-songwriters."

"I also have a lot of poetry. I'd love to see a biopic of Patti Smith."

"That would be incredible."

YOUR CAREER HAS TAKEN YOU TO VARIOUS FILMING LOCATIONS AROUND THE WORLD. IS THERE A SPECIFIC LOCATION YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO YET AND WOULD LOVE TO BE THE BACKDROP FOR A POTENTIAL FUTURE PROYECT?

"Oh, that's a good question."

"I think somewhere that’s a hybrid between beautiful rolling countryside and the coast."

"A place that offers both stunning landscapes and the sea."

"On your days off, you could go for a swim or hike through the mountains."

"I’d love to work in a scenic and peaceful location like that."

SOMETIMES, ACTORS WHO PLAY 'VILLAINS' CAN GET AN ADVERSE REACTION FROM SOME FANS OF A SHOW. WHAT HAVE YOUR INTERACTIONS BEEN LIKE?

"I've been very lucky."

"Many people have approached me with kind words about my portrayal of Aegon."

"It's a challenging task to humanize someone so seemingly poisonous."

"Fortunately, I haven't had negative encounters with fans who can't differentiate between the character and the actor."

"I think we're in a different phase in society now."

"When Jack Gleeson played Joffrey, there was less social media presence, making it harder for audiences to separate the actor from the character."

"Today I think we are a more technologically advanced community, with more behind-the-scenes and a better understanding of the distinction between actor and character."

"I think people have copped on. I hope that's the case, anyway."

YOU'VE COLLABORATED WITH RENOWNED DIRECTORS LIKE CHRISTOPHER NOLAN. WHAT HAVE YOU LEARNED FROM THESE EXPERIENCES?

"Doing Dunkirk was my first significant experience on a film set."

"I really didn't know where to start."

"The canvas was completely blank."

"And it was just such a gift, a pinch me moment that I was able to learn from some of, if not the best filmmaker in the world."

"It was overwhelming."

"And I had to remind myself to be present and soak in everything like a sponge."

"Chris's patience and the support from the rest of the cast were invaluable throughout."

"We were all in it together, especially us young lads who were new to such a big production."

"We learned and grew together during that incredible experience."

IN THE KING, YOU PORTRAYED A HISTORICAL FIGURE. HOW DID YOU APPROACH BRINGING THIS CHARACTER TO LIFE?

"When portraying a fictional character, there's often more freedom because there's no definitive blueprint to follow—even if they're written in a book, they're still fictional."

"You can infuse your own understanding and personality into the role."

"However, there’s added pressure when it comes to a historical figure because you're portraying someone real."

"I never let that pressure overwhelm or hinder the process."

"Instead, I took the character as presented and focused on doing my best with the role."

A NEW HUNGER GAMES MOVIE WAS JUST ANNOUNCED, SPECIFICALLY A PREQUEL FOCUSING ON HAYMITCH'S STORY, AND MANY FANS ARE EAGER TO SEE YOU IN THAT ROLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THAT?

"No way, that’s the first I’ve heard of it! But I'm incredibly flattered that people would like to see me on screen again."

"If all goes well, I'll fight for my life in the Hunger Games!" [laugh]

WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE SHOWS DURING YOUR DOWNTIME?

"One show I watch repeatedly, and it never gets old for me, is the UK version of The Office."

"The humor is very relatable and comforting to me."

"I even laugh just thinking about it. It's one of those TV shows when it finishes, you're like: — “Oh no! What do I do with my life? I miss the characters already.” [laugh]

"I also enjoy the US version of The Office."

"Besides that, I'm fascinated by farming documentaries."

"Shows like This Farming Life on BBC are incredibly calming for me."

"And I have to mention The Great Pottery Throwdown — I'm a bit of a pottery nerd, and that show is brilliant!

WHO ARE SOME CREATIVES YOU WOULD LOVE TO WORK WITH IN THE FUTURE?

"The list is long."

"Firstly, there are directors I'd love to collaborate with again, like Chris Nolan and Sam Mendes, with whom I've had some of my best experiences and whom I consider friends."

"I'm eager to work with them again."

"Then there are filmmakers like Andrea Arnold, Yorgos Lanthimos, Greta Gerwig, Paul Thomas Anderson, and Ruben Ostlund, all of whom I admire and would love to collaborate with."

"When it comes to actors, there are many I admire as well."

"I plan to work with individuals who challenge me, from whom I can learn, and who are dedicated to their craft."

"I appreciate those who find joy and humor in their work because life is short, and it’s important to enjoy what you do."

LASTLY, WHERE DO YOU HOPE YOUR CAREER WILL HEAD INTO THE FUTURE?

"It’s more of a feeling than a checklist of achievements that I aim for."

"I understand that feeling because I can almost sense it in advance."

"It’s difficult to articulate—it’s a mix of happiness, creative fulfillment, diversity in roles, consistent challenge, and pushing boundaries."

"I aspire to transform and lose myself in characters."

"Equally important to me is collaborating with inspiring individuals whom I can learn from and grow with."

"I also value the freedom to select projects that resonate with me personally."

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd s2 #tv shows #team green #aegon ii targaryen #king aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #vestal magazine #tom glynn carney #interview #the greens #haymitch abernathy

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lassieposting · 1 year ago

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So on the back of my headcanon about the Prototype more or less raising CatNap, I've been watching someone play Project Playtime for the first time, and I'm fucking yelling

If you play as the monster, the Prototype literally teaches you (as Huggy Wuggy) how to hunt. He's the one giving the tutorial instructions.

And honestly? The vibe I got from that "interaction" is that Prototype likes children. More than that: Prototype is good with children.

Project Playtime takes place in the intervening decade between the Hour of Joy massacre and the start of the main game. Based on the fact that Huggy needs the Prototype's guidance, it's probably fairly early in that period - he's not used to hunting for himself yet. So Huggy here is a monster with limited intelligence - he's the most 'animal' experiment we've seen, though he is still able to write - and the soul of a child.

And the Prototype tailors his lessons appropriately. Like, I trained to work with kids, and he uses essentially the same approach I would to teach a young or special needs child a new skill.

Simple Instructions: what Prototype is teaching Huggy here is, at its core, strategy and tactical thinking, and that's a subject he seems to understand well and know a lot about. A more intelligent experiment - like, say, young CatNap - might ask a lot of questions, and Prototype could probably give them long, in-depth explanations of why doing X thing prompts Y response or why Z tactic is useful. But Huggy isn't on that level, so Prototype keeps his instructions and explanations short, concise and easy to understand.

No Guesswork: Huggy, described as having only "sufficient" intelligence post-transformation, likely has limited capacity for complex thought. Where CatNap might be encouraged to think ahead for himself and suggest problems that could arise, Huggy would struggle. So Prototype gives him all the information he needs: here are the ways the humans will try to avoid or harm or mislead you, and here are the ways you can fight back. He even points out little tips that might seem obvious, like listening for the breathing of a hiding worker, because he knows that might not occur independently to Huggy.

Positive Reinforcement: When Huggy successfully incapacitates a human player, Prototype laughs and praises him, treating a potentially upsetting conflict like a fun game. Once Huggy has gotten rid of all the human players and won the match, Prototype tells him he did a good job and that he can rest now.

The Bad News Sandwich: One technique I was taught for dealing with young children is that when you have to give them upsetting or disappointing news, sandwiching it between two good things limits the distress it will cause. And Prototype does this twice with Huggy:

[Praises Huggy for catching a player and putting him in the food chute] [warns Huggy that the other players could try to rescue their friend] [offers a way to stop them doing that]

[Praises Huggy for clearing out the factory] [tells Huggy that more humans will return] [reassures Huggy that for now, he can rest and relax]

Anyway. Prototype taught at least one child-aged experiment to fend for itself and defend the factory: confirmed. And so, scenarios I'm now picturing with Prototype and little CatNap: this

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I'm also 👀👀👀 at the fact that like. While it's directly stated that while his main motive for having the experiments attack the Project Playtime workers is to stop them making more creatures, he's got a secondary motive in that he's using the Bigger Bodies mascots *to gather food for the smaller toys*. The larger toys may have become hostile towards the smaller, weaker, "prey" toys, but the Prototype seems to be at least trying to provide for them, albeit in the only fucked-up way available to him.

Anyway I just think that's really interesting considering he's been implied to be the game's ultimate Big Bad. I think there's more to him than we've been told

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime meta #poppy playtime headcanons #experiment 1006 #the prototype #huggy wuggy #catnap

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sugar-omi · 2 years ago

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I need to know… for science… if when merman!Cove turns human, does he end up naked like Ariel in the Little mermaid?

ANON.... THE GASP I JUST GASPED pls i immediately started imagining it and i had to stifle a laugh 🙈🤭<3 anyway this spiraled but i hope this answers your question 🫶🫶 somehow i think i contributed more to your research than you asked for but were thinking (projecting much naeomi? LMAO /lh)

i got another ask before this one for (innocent) mer!cove hc's, it can be found here: ["merman cove headcanons"] related: ["D&D headcanons for OL1+2"]

tags : Suggestive + crack, drabble

+ NSFW under the cut, monster dick? jfc i never thought i'd type that out....., monster fucking (implied/ment)

synopsis : merman cove when he turns into a human. and a bit on what's under his clothes/scales.

well... i would like to tell you no but yeah yeah he is

cove keeps a "sash" around him, so when he wants to shift, he just ties it around his waist until he puts some pants on

(i imagine he has some fins around his hips perhaps? so he keeps it across his chest. at least keeps it there so it doesn't interrupt his swimming)

omg, imagine you plan to meet one day, and cove thinks he has enough time to run into the beach house and put on some pants before you arrive

so he shifts and starts going to the beach house but then, in the corner of his eye he sees a figure clad in your favorite color and-

it's you. wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and you're so obviously flustered

cove is frozen (a mistake)

and when you glance down, blinking owlishly, does cove yelp and dives back into the ocean....

well... needless to say i think you might need to reschedule n cove will see you in like 7 to 8 business days 😬😬

ofc it's before you're dating so cove is freaking the fuck out

for a bit after that, you meet at whatever location you've decided on until cove can stomach seeing you at the beach again <3 poor baby

i had no intention of talking abt his dick but... I must. and someone will ask anyway right? (im projecting n justifying myself LMAO)

+ in his mer form:

of course we got the typical slit in the tail whatever blah blah if you've read mermaid smut before you alrdy know

(im realizing how many.... interesting. fics i've read... no one say ANYTHING<//3)

his dick is so pretty like this but also so intimidating

because cove is so much bigger in merman form than he is in human form, although he's still impressive then.

anyway, cove's dick has the same gradient as his ears

the base is a deep blue-purple color, the tip of his dick is the same flesh tone of his tan but it has more of a purple undertone <3

now the shape

oh lord...

it's fat.

but to start light... his dick has a nice curve, and don't worry! its not a fight to put in kind of fat, but he has a knot of sorts though...

i wouldn't say it grows n you're stuck together like in a/b/o fics, but it is a small feat to pull out (this is the moment I realized imma end up writing a mer!cove smut fic 💀)

i was going to say he has a piercing down there, but i take that back. he does have ridges though on the underside of his dick

they smooth out the closer you get to the tip, and honestly, they are most prominent around the base

+ in his human form

it's normal!

well... if you ignore the way he's a bit thicker than the average man

(especially at the base, although it's not as prominent as his 'knot')

also that he still has the ridges on the underside of his dick...

other than that it's basically the same as a humans!

at least it's not as girthy as in his mer form

your finger tips can't even touch in his mer form, at least in his human form you're...

well you're closer than before <3

of course, he still has that sweet curve. and if anything, it's a bit more prominent since you aren't being stretched out n overpowered by this huge merman 🧜‍♂️

length is this the same 6-6.5 inches though <3

actually i take that back... I think in mer form, he's around 7 inches

if you're worried abt where all that dick is gonna go, dw a good couple inches is his 'knot' so just don't catch him during mating season and you're okay<3

speaking of mating season....

oh man i didn't even think abt it but he's feral

i think mermaids/sirens release a pheromone during sex, no matter what, but during mating season it's stronger

it's just to calm their partner and make them more relaxed. during mating season, though, it also becomes more like an aphrodisiac

and he's releasing more of these pheromones during this time, a more subconscious thing that otherwise he could control normally.

and ofc, unless you're not worried abt it bc you can't get preg, take some type of birth control potion, or want it. cove's one goal is to breed or mate you

if you're unmated, full expect cove to claim you during this time. now i'm not gonna say smth about biting your scent gland or some shit, but i do think it's like some kind of ritual shit

i imagine its something like cove adding a drop of your fluids (spit, blood, cum) into the special ritual juice and drinking it, then when you wake up next you find a matching "tattoo" on you and cove

or if you're basic (or a masochist) then yeah we'll go w the biting thing

besides that need to claim you, he wants you so bad

to fill you up, to fuck you dumb on his cock, and please you...

he just needs you. but he really does try to hold back, especially since if you're not a mer-person than you probably couldn't handle how rough mer-people can be during heat.

okay i...i think i'm done

excuse me while I reevaluate my existence after wtf i just wrote🫡

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden smut #smut #cove holden x mc smut

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pxgeturner · 1 year ago

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fifinnj ikn.

where.

where he.

hm. overstimulation-

you feel your in-the-spotlight boyf fade away. he reminds you that he is very much there for you (actor!finnick x not famous!reader in a current-day!au)

an. ok. mer my love, I tried hard you gotta understand ��. I had a plan. but it ended up not like raw sex how I wanted but more making love. yeah that's it. the main sex scene is so lovey dovey. I hope that's okie. it's what my brain wanted ig. I'm so, so glad I'm finally getting this to you. I hope you love it like I do.

ALSO. to the person who asked "where's my baby finnick???" I hope you're satisfied because this is a bigger piece than I've written in a long time.

warnings: bits of angst, smut 😇, cumming at the same time (we <3 a man w good timing), public sex (under the table), teasing, oral (f!receiving), finnick's smirk

wc: 2k

Lately, finnick is never home. that’s a lie, he comes home to sleep. finnick is never home at any time when he could actually see you. he goes out to the shoot, hangs out with his friends, and comes home whenever he likes. whenever you try to sit him down for a meal, his agent calls, or his manager, or the producer of the project, or the director, or the costume designer, or his friends.

you can’t say the love is gone, you still have little moments of affection. him kissing your temple as he slips into bed, him kissing your hand before he walks out the door, making breakfast together on the few days he doesn’t have to go in too early.

you know he loves you, and that once filming comes to a wrap, romance will resume to normal. But you feel so lonely.

…

“want to go to a dinner party?” you roll your eyes at him, continuing to polish your toes, perched on the tub ledge.

“no way in hell would katniss willingly throw a dinner party. And peeta would never make her.”

“it’s a haymitch and effie soiree.”

“oh, so it’s a soiree now?”

finnick lathers shaving cream with the kabuki brush & bowl set you got him for christmas last year. “you know effie,”

“i'm surprised you’re inviting me,” you say with a bittersweet honestly. he sets the brush back into the bowl, turning to you.

“sweetheart,”

You sigh, “you’re just so busy lately, finn. It’s like strictly work and friends for the past couple of months.”

he kneels on the bathroom tiles, you internally shiver because he’s getting his robe dirty.

you arch your brow at him.

“we need this, right?”

“you don’t. you don’t need me. you don’t need anyone... i need you, though.” your eyes start to sting and your throat closes up a bit.

finnick springs into action, gently grabbing your hand that’s paused on the nail polish cap “baby, baby, you don’t need to worry. it’s you and me.” he kisses the knuckles, transferring shaving cream onto your hand. he looks up at you with those sea-green, puppy-dog eyes. "be my date tomorrow night?"

he ate you out that night. down right making out with your pussy. every swipe of his tongue felt like an apology. so sweet, sugar-coated, he was making up for lost time. it was like he was telling you he loves you through your cunt. which felt so absurd a thought when you had it, you laughed out loud. that was the only time finn came up for air, “what? has it been that long? have i lost my touch?” he mocked worry. you told him you got distracted, and to up his game; which he did. you lost count of how many times he made you cum.

you roll over, wanting to bump into finnick, feel his warmth. you landed on cold sheets instead of your warm boyfriend. so you got up, put on the robe finnick left on the floor and made yourself some tea.

you’re starting to hate weekends. finnick’s job makes him work around the clock, and this place was finn’s place before it was your together place. you wish he moved into your place, that way you could look around and see memories that didn’t just involve him.

you put on this green maxi slip dress tha finnick loves on you and a white fur you found at a boutique a few days ago, some big hoop earrings and a green onyx ring. the door opens. finnick. you two are going to be so late for dinner, he still has to get dressed. He pops his head into the bedroom. he’s already dressed.

his jaw drops into that cheeky face he makes. “babe, you got all dolled up for me? you’re so lovely.”

“can you for once say something that isn’t at all smug?”

“something,” he flourishes his arms.

“very funny, finn. and this isn’t for you, it’s for me. I haven’t seen out friends in a while and i want to look nice.” that's mostly true, although you did actively decide to wear his favorite color.

“ah, yes, of course.” he slides up next to you in front of the vanity.

“how are you ready?” he grabs one of his cologne bottles.

“you know i have a change of clothes for every occasion in my trunk. and i'm not ready just yet,” he shakes the bottle slightly.

“ah, yes the travel closet. how very crazy rich asians of you.”

“i'm the real-life peik lin.”

…

being at effie and haymitch’s was like fresh air after holding your breath. typically, you didn’t need anyone else to feel alive. but, you don’t know anyone at your new job, and you feel kind of aimless. you’re not sure if you’re going in the right direction anymore

peeta nudges you, “how’s work?”

you fidget with your ring. “new things are always an adjustment.”

a warm hand lands on your thigh. you look at finnick, he smiles, squeezing your thigh.

“you’ll be fine, once you’re all settled, you’ll knock their socks off.” katniss smiles at you.

“effie, did you hire a new chef?”

“why, yes i did, dear! of course you are the one who noticed, you always have had the best test!” she giggles, “aside from me, of course!” you were relieved effie took your bait. You want to focus on something else other than yourself.

“doesn’t my sugar look absolutely divine?” finnick quips as he starts bunching up your skirt. a chorus of agreement comes in response. by the time someone resumes conversation, he has your dress piled at the bend of your hips. his fingers dance his way over to your clothed sex. immediately, he presses a finger right on your clit. it sends a jolt through you at you sit up a little straighter.

peeta gives you a look that says everything alright? And you give him a gentle smile back.

“hey sweetheart,” haymitch asks, looking at you.

“mm, mmm?” finnick’s making circles around your clit making you dizzy.

you try extra hard to listen to what he says, “i know you said you’re doing that day job but how’s your passion treating you?”

“fashion is a tough industry to get into, let alone do right.” hopefully your voice doesn’t betray you.

finnick tucks your panties to one side and slips a finger inside. you yelp, mouth closed.

“you alright, sugar?”

“bit my lip while chewing.”

“aw, baby, you have to be more careful,” patronizing ass.

finnick teases you on an off throughout the night. actively at least, he keeps his finger inside of you for the rest of the meal. Every now and then you’d purposely clench around it, to spur him on. sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

on the ride home, you sat scooted as close to the window as possible.

“you are cocky,”

you look at him, he’s smiling, big and proud. “low,”

“and sexy?” you glare at him. what a pompous boyfriend you have.

“...yes.” you roll your eyes.

he holds your hand, “you looked so sexy tonight, baby. i couldn’t resist.”

“that was the first time i’d seen them in months!”

“aw, did you not have fun, sugarcube?”

“i did, but damn you finnick, why does everything have to be a spectacle with you?”

“but you did such a good job of being discreet, babe, there wasn’t any spectacle tonight.”

you let out a small giggle.

“i’m trying to make everything better, baby.” you hold hands the rest of the way

…

Your boyfriend follows you into the apartment, practically nipping at your heels. He gets his hands on your hips, tugging you back into his chest. He nips and sucks at your neck, hands roaming.

“You’re so impatient,”

“You’re so tempting.” he picks you up fireman style, carrying you over to the bed. He slips the dress off of you.

he’s everywhere. your neck, chest, tummy, thighs, kissing your body up and down. yesterday, sure he had your legs shaking and you forgiving him, but today he’s loving you in the way he used to. In a way that has a piece of your soul click back into place.

you arch your back into him, finnick eventually settles on you chest, kissing, nipping, sucking, squeezing. loving you without words. he takes a quick moment to rid himself of his pants, literally smothering himself in your gorgeous tits.

“finn– finn– what are you doing?” you laugh.

he comes back up. he takes off his suit and rips his shirt. “i’m doing what needs to be done so i can love you and this beautiful fucking pussy, doll.”

You look at him, eyebrow cocked “so my pussy is more beautiful than i am?”

“you are the sum of your parts, baby.” he runs a hand through your hair. “it just so happens that you have the most exquisite pussy.”

“then why aren’t you touching it?” you test him. he slips a couple of fingers into you without missing a beat.

“what were you saying, sugar?” he rubs up against your g-spot. “c’mon you were about to say something.”

“just- just, finn–”

“it’s okay, sugar, I got you baby, I know what you need.” he slips his fingers out, and you whine. but he doesn’t leave you much room to complain, pushing himself into you.

oh. my. god. he hasn’t felt this good in so long. trying to stay in control during this hell of a month is torture. during the time you two have been together, he hasn’t taken on any projects. well, there was that one time he was brought on as a late-stage producer when one dropped out. but that wasn’t nearly as time consuming as acting was. finnick never noticed how isolated he is during a shooting period. other than the occasional fling with a co-star, he really didn’t have any sort of relationships. but know he has you and you are such a delicious little distraction. but honestly, celibacy does not suit him.

initially, he thrusts into you slowly. he wanted to savor this, but you’re just too good. and it’s been too long. and he missed this pussy. last night was just a taste. he’s prepared to keep you here all fucking week if he has to. he lifts your torso up, slipping a pillow under your hips, and as he lays you back down, he kisses you.

“I missed you,” you breath into his lips.

“i’m right here sweetheart. I’m all yours, I’ll be forever yours, my girl.” he kisses your temple, making a trail down to your breasts. “fuuuck,” he says before taking a nipple into his mouth. he has never (and I mean never) loved a pair of breasts more than your tits. they are goddamn perfect. no one could tear him away from you. if you’d let him, he’d spend an entire day under one of you (his) pajama shirts, his face to your chest, it would be the best day of his life. his hands squeeze your hips. the way you pussy-- it’s fucking glorious. he wants to cum, he wants to cum so bad--

“finn,” you feel him twitch,

if you keep saying his name the way you are, he might just explode. “finn-finnick!” he has a thumb on your clit. he needs you to cum first. You always cum first. It’s his rule. you're tugging at his hair. And your gripping him like a vice. “finn, please,”

“there’s my good girl.”

just in time. You two arch into each other an finnick bottoms out in you, losing himself in your warmth. and as he collapses to your side, and you give him your cute little sleepy smile, he thinks one thing.

I'm so serious about keeping you here all week. he decides that he’ll let you nap for half an hour. he collects supplies, food water etc. and emails your work that your amazing boyfriend has set up a surprise vacation and will be gone for a few days.

you wake up to the sound of an alarm and a nip at your thigh.

#nsfw.giselle #¡elia! 🪷#my writing #finnick my love #the hunger games #the hunger games finnick #thg finnick #the hunger games fanfiction #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick ordar x you #finnick angst #finnick smut

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interlockingpatches · 2 months ago

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How long does it usually take you to crochet a medium-sized patch? I love your designs!

Thank you!

This is going to vary so much from person to person, but I think of a mid-sized (~15x15 msp) interlocking crochet patch as an "afternoon project," or a solid 2-3 hours of focused work. I'd expect it to take me a bit over two hours to finish the body of the motif and up to another hour for the three rounds of a Blanket Border (other border treatments can be much faster).

Purse Dog (Long hair), above (pattern), is mathematically average in size for my patterns at 13x15 msps, and looking at my spreadsheet I would hypothetically bill almost exactly 2 hours for the patch without borders and 3 hours with a Blanket Border (shown). My formula is pretty conservative; in real life with the cats yelling at me things probably take a bit longer, but not that much!

My cumbersome beneficiary, Reel-to-Reel (pattern), meanwhile, is over four times that size, and my table tells me to bill 10 hours before borders or 12 hours after. It felt like longer than that honestly.

"Afternoon projects" really are what I'm aiming for, though. Here's a tragic origin story out of nowhere! (no specifics, don't worry)

I settled on this whole form at a time when I was doing a lot of sad, stressful caretaking (that's it; end tragedy). I specifically wanted things I could make a lot of, cheaply, without repeating myself or creating (that much) clutter, that would be engrossing without requiring much if any conscious thought (hence the diagrams for every row and mostly wordless notation) and that could give a predictable, sustainable sense-of-achievement hit without needing to be "for" or "about" anything bigger than themselves.

So yes, with practice, about 2-3 hours for a medium sized pattern

I usually listen to podcasts

#ask #crochet #just got home after 3 weeks of minor visa issues with a nasty case of rsv and my brain's gone sorry

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autisticlilith · 1 year ago

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Something that always struck me about this 'fight' is that it felt really one-sided. Not because the Raven Beast is bigger, but because she's also way more aggressive. We see throughout the show that Eda in her Owl Beast form acts mostly on instinct (and her inner beast, once she starts talking to it, seems to just be hungry or cranky most of the time). We don't get much insight into how Lilith copes with the curse (like none at all after this), so this is going to be a lot of inference.

Off the top, I would like to reiterate that Hayley Wong has repeatedly asked that nobody repost or edit her art without permission. I'm going to be referring to stuff from the boards in this post, so here's the link if you want to look for yourself.

So, in this episode, Eda and Lilith are both angry—specifically at Gwendolyn, and with good reason. They both end up turning into beasts due to a combination of that anger, stress, and the fact their mom thought she was "helping" by taking away their medication.

But here is where they differ. Eda was angry about the current situation: her mom refusing to respect her choices, and causing unnecessary harm to her all day. And Luz even joined in. As Eda says, she has a right to be upset, though I don't think she meant to lose control over the beast.

That's just what happens when she reaches her limit. And she knows her limits, she's been dealing with this curse for 30 years!

Meanwhile, Lilith has been dealing with the curse for... a few weeks, at most? Unless you count dealing with the guilt of cursing Eda as part of that. We see that she's quite unaware of the effects of the curse, as she experienced some symptoms for the first time this very day. She essentially gets told to take an elixir if she starts feeling stressed, and then is left in the house to stew in her guilt and insecurity all day.

Gwen's lukewarm greeting, and the realization that she's paid consistent visits to Eda over the years, is enough to send Lilith into a downward spiral. She starts stress-eating ice cream, and makes cruel comments about King's dad abandoning him (a clear case of projection, and I don't think he really internalizes it after this episode, but seriously that's no way to talk to your 8-year-old nephew), and unfortunately the only voice of reason around is Hooty. Well, he tried.

I want to note here that she doesn't cry. She mopes, she complains, she gets rude and cynical; these are all things we've seen her do before. But she doesn't allow herself to honestly express her feelings, her wants and needs. What's she gonna say? "Hey Mom, can you please pay attention to me?" You can't just ask for things like that. And she's a grown adult, she's more mature than this. She was the head of the Emperor's Coven, for Titan's sake. Didn't she get enough attention there to last a lifetime? And didn't she learn how to repress all her useless emotions and craft a perfect persona to hide behind until she could no longer tell the mask from her face?

She realizes she's indulged her worst thoughts a little too hard when the feathers start popping up, and goes to take an elixir and calm down...

And there are no elixirs.

And she panics. She has no coping strategies for this. She doesn't even know what's going to happen to her, only that it's going to be really, really bad.

It has to be terrifying, and painful... and maybe, just a little bit deserved? This is the fate she forced upon Eda, after all.

We don't see any signs that she damaged the house after she turned, unlike the havoc Eda caused back in The Intruder. King runs to get help, because Eda or Luz would know what to do better than he does, and Raven Beast Lilith seems to pursue him, but she's not after him. She goes after Eda directly. There is no distraction (King also notes that light glyphs had no effect on her), there is no behaviour that can be explained as animal instinct. There is a violent, visceral anger, and instead of addressing its source, she flies out there to take it out on Eda.

This is why I don't buy the interpretation that Gwen started favouring Eda only after the curse. By that point, Lilith was an older teenager almost out of the house, and it's completely reasonable for the parents to be focusing more on the younger kid with a new mysterious illness. I think Eda was always the favourite, or at least got more attention in ways that made Lilith feel overlooked. Part of it was that Eda got in trouble more, whereas Lilith was usually quiet and well-behaved, so everyone just decided that Eda needed more help (which she didn't necessarily want) and Lilith needed none. Lilith got very good at needing nothing. So good that instead of talking to her sister about their impending duel, she decided to curse her in the dead of night instead. And then to keep it a secret until she found a way to undo it, because she never wants to upset anyone or cause a scene. And then to give 30 years of her life to an evil man's crooked system for nothing—less than nothing, she's only going to realize later.

Lilith's breakdown isn't about the fact Gwen is paying attention to Eda again. That's just the trigger for a lifetime of repressed emotions bursting to the surface all at once, and it's been coming for a while.

The Owl Beast seems to be mostly defending herself. At a few points she tries to flee, but the Raven Beast catches her. The Raven Beast is malicious, with exaggerated expressions of rage and what can only be described as cruel glee when she inflicts pain. This seems to come out of nowhere... but only if you haven't been paying attention to Lilith.

We know what Lilith is like at her worst. It wasn't even that long ago she threatened Luz's life in order to capture Eda. All while convinced that she was doing the right thing. She doesn't even have that shield now. She doesn't have much of anything, really, except her sister who refused to leave her out in the cold even after everything she's done. And this is how she repays that trust...?

We also know that Lilith wasn't in control of her actions as the Raven Beast. But that doesn't mean the beast was just doing beast things. I believe it was acting directly on Lilith's intrusive thoughts. Hurting Eda was her greatest shame, and the idea that she could do it again is a constant fear that she has. Unlike Eda, who has long been seen by others as a monster and had to fight her internalized shame about it, Lilith considers herself a monster while everyone around her is unaware of her inner turmoil. She's afraid of herself; she thinks her feelings are ugly and violent and unmanageable. And so that's what they became.

There was a sequence in the storyboards that was cut from the episode, presumably for time, where Gwendolyn tries to use a beastkeeping spell in order to communicate with her beast-daughters. It proves completely ineffective, so she goes to plan B, which is just trying to talk to them like a normal person (also in the boards, Gwen summons firebees to lift roof tiles for her to walk on, which I'm glad got changed to the tiles themselves being flying creatures. it's less distracting). There was something really affecting about watching her try to do things her own way one last time before finally admitting that she's failed the both of them. It painted the picture of this whole family who never talk about anything that's difficult or painful.

Then the scene plays out the way it does: Gwen's words get through to Eda, and allow her to finally face the beast and have an important revelation about herself.

And Lilith? Well, for all the violence she just showed, she breaks down in tears the second she is shown loving care.

When they've changed back, her anger is gone. There is no sign of the monster; there is only a sad, lonely woman who hasn't allowed herself to cry in so long that she almost forgot how. But she's safe now, and she's seen, and she's allowed this healthy expression of emotion. She collapses in the arms of her mother and sister.

After this, Lilith and Gwen had an off-screen conversation, where Lilith admitted she was the one to curse Eda, and decided that she was going to move back home. I could write a whole other post on that first point, but we've reached the end of the episode. I think a major reason why Lilith wanted to stay with mom and dad instead of with Eda is because she's afraid of hurting Eda again. Any time the curse acts up, she becomes a danger to the people around her, but especially to Eda, because of how much of her energy and guilt and shame has been focused around Eda over the years. She needs some time away while she figures out how to deal with the curse, to recover and build up her own identity. And of course, to build the relationship with her parents that she needed as a kid. Better late than never.

#toh #toh meta tag #lilith clawthorne #some kind of a beast was unleashed within me

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wings-of-ink · 7 months ago

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I'm excited for the new update, writing a book its self is hard and your attempting to write a IF which is like a book but so so much more complex! You should be proud of yourself and pat yourself on the back for how much you have written. To think about a comparison The Hobbit is made up of about 95 000 words and you have currently written about 237 000 words in the span of only a few chapters at the moment! It's honestly mind blowing how much IF creators write. Keep working hard and give yourself a pat on the back!

Putting it like that does really boggle my mind. Like, I know it's big but the scope is getting more insane to me as it becomes real. I've read other IFs that were over a million words and I always thought, how. I think I get it now, lol. I don't know how big this project will get, it may be close to that though.

I'll take your words to heart, Anon, I really appreciate them. I find a lot of joy in doing this and I'm pleased with it. *pat, pat, pat* ^_^

I had no idea The Hobbit was less than 100k words. I would have bet money that it was much bigger!

This is where we are sitting with chapter 4 included:

#god cursed if #asks #twine if #if wip #interactive fiction #mind blown das a lot of words

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ticktockmyclockworkhart · 4 months ago

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Trolls redesigns part 5: country trolls!

"But there's only one actual country troll here--" QUIET HE CAN BE A COUNTRY TROLL IF HE WANTS!! I subscribe to the idea that he went off to go live the country troll life post second movie because living undercover got him kinda obsessed with that lifestyle.

Anyway, design notes under the cut as usual!

So due to my senior thesis project I'm working on I've been getting really into horses, learning about them and designing horse characters. That all being said this has... very little bearing on what I actually did with the designs lol. Has a little! Not a lot! But a little!

I didn't change much about the country trolls really, few tweaks not withstanding. I wanted to give each individual troll characteristics of real horses, at least for those who have their horse bodies exposed. I also gave them bigger ears with more taper than my other trolls, and made the ears generally perkier, to mirror horse ears.

For Delta Dawn I didn't change anything large, she was already so fabulously pretty to begin with! I just tweaked some smaller details. I kept her big hair of course in all her Dolly Parton glory. For her horse half, I decided to make her an appaloosa, mainly just for aesthetics as the horses are so strikingly pretty and I think it fits her style of doing everything "big" and having such an "extra" sense about her. I changed her belt buckle from a button to a classic sheriff's star so even from a glance, you can tell she's the boss around Lonesome Flats. She also has gold horseshoes! Not to mention a gold nose hoop, because even though it's much more associated with cattle than horses of any kind, it's still giving "big and powerful". I also made her arms bigger and more toned because I won't stand for cowgirls who couldn't crush your fingers with a firm southern handshake. Also changed her tail from teal to the same red as her hair. It's honestly not that big of a deal and didn't bother me the way King Quincy's shade of teal did, but I just like to really tie up my color palettes and keep them tight, so I thought it would be a better matching choice. I also gave her a tied-up tail, because her long dragging one looks like a NUISANCE AND A HALF! She's got all the dirt and debris of Lonesome Flats living in that tail, not to mention the tripping hazard it would be! So I shortened it a bit and tied it up. She's as practical as she is pretty, after all.

Hickory slays already, I mean, he was literally designed to be "the guy your girl tells you not to worry about". So maybe just have him serve a liiiiiiittle 🤏more? As a treat? ONE: I gave him the fruity ear piercing. He does only have one. I also gave him some fingerless gloves to match with his vest since, compared to other Lonesome Flats residents (And I do know he's in disguise and not a bona fide country troll, but still teehee) his upper half is kinda barren in the way of accessories. Which is also why I gave him the bandana. Partially bias, lol, I love bandanas.

Hope you like this newest batch as I get to the next ones!

#dreamworks trolls #my art #trolls #trolls fandom #country trolls #delta dawn #hickory trolls #hartley redesigns trolls

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tigerjolteo · 28 days ago

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— support from the sidelines

tora izumi x kei tsukishima

summary: kei is a bigger fan than he lets on. content: fluff — pretty soft kei — starts pre-timeskip and ends post-timeskip — featured yamahito — mentioned timeskip!keiji akaashi word count: 4.8k

author's note: i had a lot of feelings about the idea of tsukki being the most die-hard fan of tora's manga series as it goes on but he just refuses to let her know bc it's lowk embarrassing but she doesn't mind bc she's honestly lowk embarrassed at him seeing her stuff. i also hope my vision for his fuckass shelf was understood LOL

masterlist — ao3

“You published something?”

Tora felt her face flush at the sudden query from Kei, who was lazing on her bed on the other side of the room. Swivelling in her chair, she saw how he held his phone in front of him, though his hazel eyes were fixed squarely on her. He must have seen the (rare) post she made on her social media, promoting said publication. Well, to call it a ‘publication’ was brave - all she did was start properly creating the manga she’d had simmering in her head for the past few years, and on a whim she decided to post it online for people to read. It wasn’t exactly groundbreaking, but she thought that maybe putting it out there would finally push her to keep it going instead of endlessly rewriting it in her head.

“It’s, uh… nothing special.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I’ve been thinking about it all year, and since we’re on break, I figured, why not? Might as well give it a shot.”

“Are you gonna survive when school starts up again?” The smirk that played on his lips was one that she had learnt was only slightly condescending when it was directed at her. In fact, it was a sight she’d quickly come to like, for it added an edge to his already attractive features that Tora found hard to ignore. The only thing that stopped her from getting lost in admiring his face again were his next words. “It’s only gonna get tougher and tougher from here, you know?”

“I’ll be fine, I know my priority is meant to be school, or whatever.” She waved a hand dismissively and swiveled back to her desk, where her tablet displayed the rough storyboard of her next chapter. “It’s not like I have some strict update schedule or anything. That’s the beauty of doing it for myself; low stakes, no pressure.”

Kei hummed in response, clearly unimpressed, as he returned his attention to his phone. For a moment, the room was filled only with the faint buzz of the ceiling fan. Then, Tora heard a buzzing from her own phone, and she looked to its screen to see that Kei had reposted her announcement. Rivalling the speed of light she once again spun her chair around, eyes wide and smile growing.

“Kei!”

He was already lying on his stomach, face half-buried in her pillow, still scrolling on his phone. “What?”

Tora’s grin was uncontrollable. “You didn’t have to-”

“Yeah, yeah,” he cut her off, waving a hand lazily in the air, though his next words held enough quiet sincerity that Tora couldn’t help turning back to her tablet with a newfound vigour:

“...Good luck.”

Having an ongoing series was tiring, but it was probably the greatest thing Tora had ever started doing for herself. Sure, she didn’t have a massive readership or anything - after all, she’d only been releasing chapters monthly for four months - but the modest following she’d gained was more than enough to keep her motivated. It was a pleasant surprise to have any supporters at all, and she was grateful that her efforts weren’t going unnoticed.

She’d only explicitly told a handful of people, namely Hitomi, Shouyou and Kenji. Shouyou and Kenji were happy for her, though Hitomi was unexpectedly ecstatic on her behalf, and the information had then spread to Tadashi. Well, one additional person knowing about her little passion project was no problem, but she wasn’t sure what she was going to do if anyone else on the volleyball club happened to find out. She didn’t go by her real name online, and it’s not like she went around telling people about her work, so hypothetically it should be fine… it’d just be a little awkward for her.

(Sugawara had almost instantly found out and sent her a flurry of congratulatory messages. Despite his support and his graduation months prior, it still felt like she was being cheered on by a slightly overbearing mother. Daichi’s approval and Asahi’s reassurance that followed only reinforced the notion.)

The sudden weight of a hand on her notebook yanked her from her musings. Tora startled, her pen skidding off the page and leaving a jagged line across her latest sketch. Her eyes shot to the hand - long fingers, bony knuckles - then trailed up the arm to meet Kei’s unimpressed gaze.

“The bell’s rung, dumbass. It’s time for practice,” he said, flicking her forehead (very) gently with his other hand. “You’re lucky I saw you through the window.”

“Whoops?” Tora offered a sheepish smile, but before she could fumble out an excuse, Kei tilted his head, his eyes scanning the notebook he’d just covered.

“Drawing, again?” There was no hint of condescension or mockery in his tone, or at least none that was obvious to her. Tora didn’t know what to do whilst his eyes scanned her book, doodles and concept sketches in place of notes and actual useful information, while all she could do was sit there and tap her fingers awkwardly against the desk. She couldn’t help herself when it came to drawing in class, because more often than not it did help her tune into what her teacher was saying if she just stopped herself from getting overly immersed in her own little world. Sketching out rough ideas for a storyboard or redrawing the same character over and over again were typically what she opted for doing, though if she wasn’t careful she’d get a little too caught up in the inconsistencies of her own art.

Still, it was better than nothing, as dissatisfied as she was with the messiness of her concepts. She wondered why, of all the days Kei had come to snap her out of her little artistic daze, just then was when he decided to act a little more interested in her drawings… especially since they were very unorganised.

“Uh- y-yeah. I kinda understood the section that the teacher was talking about already, so I thought it’d be fine…” she mumbled, ignoring the thought and starting to put away the rest of her stationary so that they could leave for the volleyball club.

Kei’s lips showed the faintest smirk. “No way, did you actually do the assigned reading?”

“No.” For some reason, she responded like she was offended at the notion before she scoffed quietly and finally picked up her book from the desk, quickly shoving it into her bag. “I… watched a video summarising it…”

Kei’s laugh was a lot more hearty, supposedly at how shamefully she’d muttered her response. Tora was ready to huff in his face and head to the gymnasium herself, though realistically he’d be able to catch up to her within seconds…

“Well, that’s fine too.” Before she could react, there was a brief touch to the top of her head, and by the time she blinked, Kei was already making his way out of the classroom. As if someone held a lighter up to her cheeks, her face flushed with a heat she tried to ignore while jogging after her boyfriend, who was tauntingly calling out for her to catch up. She couldn’t quite place what he was thinking, which was par for the course, but maybe she’d saved herself from his iconic tongue click of disapproval with the fact that, at the very least, she bothered to sit down and watch a video about the history behind the usage of a handful of proverbs.

Tora found it nothing to be proud of, though admittedly it was a cool tidbit of information to know. Maybe she could use it somewhere in her manga; make a character that regularly incorporates proverbs in their speech, or create some sort of mystery using the meanings of different ones…

“Were you drawing Hasumi?”

Kei’s voice was quiet, but not inaudible. It didn’t sound like he was trying to keep it particularly hushed either, but Tora took a few hurried steps ahead to get closer to him. In those seconds, she gasped at a realisation she felt stupid for not recognising even a split second earlier.

“...You know about Hasumi?!” She whisper-cried out, since they were walking through the hallways where students were still lingering or slowly trickling out of their classrooms. She grabbed onto his sleeve and started lightly tugging with incessant fervour. Kei’s demeanour didn’t falter as he kept looking straight ahead, but Tora wasn’t blind to the slight dust of pink right on the surface of his cheeks.

“He was mentioned in chapter three… Hayase’s twin brother, right?”

Ah, she felt as if she could die happy right then and there. It was such a small detail she’d added in that update, that Hayase had a twin brother working in a different industry, but she hadn’t shown his face at all, nor was it the kind of mention that served as any sort of teaser for the character. The fact that Kei managed to pick up on and remember that fact was bound to do wonders for her heart and soul, especially since it proved one thing…

“What? What’s up with you?” Kei finally looked down at her when she could do nothing but stare at him with her mouth slightly agape.

“Y-You… you read my…”

“It’s not a big deal,” he interrupted quickly, brushing her hand off his sleeve only to take it in his own. His grip was firm but gentle, grounding her in the midst of her astonishment. “I mean, I’m just another reader, right?”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s-” He seemed to catch himself for a second, clearing his throat and avoiding her expectant gaze. “...It’s not bad.”

“Aw, no need to be shy, Kei. You can tell me you’re my biggest fan!” Tora cooed, hugging his arm tightly to her body, causing him to momentarily lose his balance due to their staggering difference in height. He let out a curt sigh.

“Yeah, right. Don’t let it get to your head.” There was another (equally gentle) flick to her forehead, to which Tora reacted with a dramatic noise of hurt, before she giggled and resumed her hold. Oh, she was certainly going to let it get to her head. If Kei didn’t want to fully admit to being a fan, that was honestly fine by her, but it was an undeniable fact that he read her work. The thought alone made her giddy, a newfound energy pulsing in her veins that she wasn’t sure if volleyball could help to expel, and with a slight tug she started practically skipping towards the gym, ignoring his protests along the way.

“Oh, your last chapter got a lot of traction!” Tadashi gleefully held his phone up to her face, with the latest post she’d made about Surrection clear on his screen. Tora was surprised with herself for being able to keep it going strong for a bit over the past year, but thankfully she wasn’t planning on getting into any fancy university, plus she had Hitoka to share volleyball club manager duties with, so more often than not she found had just enough time to work on it. Amidst her friends there weren’t many who were regular readers, but they were immensely supportive regardless, and even for that she was extremely grateful.

“Wow, that’s… unexpected,” she laughed, plucking a slightly overcooked slice of beef from the bubbling hot pot with her chopsticks. Steam curled upward in lazy spirals, carrying the rich aroma of simmering broth. Her latest update wasn’t anything groundbreaking in her mind, just the start of a major conflict involving one of the series’ fan-favourite characters. But seeing Tadashi so enthusiastic definitely made her chest swell with pride.

“What do you mean? Surrection is awesome, so I’m hyped about people noticing it!” Tadashi exclaimed, almost bouncing in his seat. His energy drew a small smile from Hitomi, who had scooped a helping of vegetables into his bowl with practiced ease.

“You seem much more excited than she is,” Kei pointed out flatly. Tadashi jolted at the remark, looking as though he were about to tumble into a flurry of apologies, but then he caught himself, laughed it off, and waved a dismissive hand in Kei’s direction - only to notice Hitomi’s silent gesture of generosity. With a yelp, he scrambled to repay the favour, hastily piling ingredients into her bowl in a way that was truthfully more chaotic than helpful.

“I agree with Tadashi, though,” Hitomi said, giggling as she poked at her now precariously stacked bowl. “I’m really happy for you, Tora. The attention your work is getting is well-deserved. Your story is amazing, and the art is stunning.”

Tora hadn’t prepared herself for such a compliment that all she could do was giggle awkwardly and bow her head as she prompted Tadashi for the ladle.

“I’m especially interested in the relationship between Sakuya and Ibara. I’ve seen a lot of theories about how they met, though I’m not set on one…” Concerningly, Tadashi’s smile lifted with a hint of mischief.

Oh lord.

“But of course, I’m looking forward to seeing what Koko Izumida has in store!”

Tora reflexively cringed at the usage of her pen name by someone she knew, groaning loudly and trying to drown out Tadashi’s laughter (accompanied with Kei’s terrible attempts at hiding his own snickering) by taking a long sip of sake. Of course, it didn’t actually bother her, but it was still embarrassing to hear it said out loud.

Most of the time, she found ways to dodge or deflect whenever people connected her to the identity she’d built online. Still, it amazed her how few classmates had figured it out. With Surrection gaining readers, she thought more people would have put two and two together, but she supposed she was lucky that it hadn’t reached more people around her. Her choice of pen name wasn’t exactly subtle or brilliant after all, yet somehow, for now, her secret remained safe.

“Are you gonna try and get it serialized?” The sudden query from Hitomi brought her back to reality. Tora would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of getting Surrection picked up by a publisher. It would be a dream come true, to be able to spread her series to a new, wider audience, to be able to physically open a book and have her art be all over the pages. Yet, at the same time, it was quite the terrifying thought. After all, if that happened, everything would change; she wouldn’t just be some online nobody uploading their work for fun. There would be new responsibilities, deadlines, expectations. Somehow, the thought of having her work process be part of some contractual obligation made it feel a thousand times more overwhelming.

But… that’s what I’m meant to be working towards, right?

“It’d be nice if that happened,” she said honestly, blowing on the piece of meat she’d initially picked out of the pot before popping it into her mouth, savouring the flavour with a delighted hum. After chewing thoughtfully, she swallowed with a shrug. “But I’m pretty happy with the way things are right now. More people are coming to me for commissions, so… I mean, it’s already kinda like running a business in my own way.”

“How modern the world is nowadays,” Hitomi mused with a wistful sigh, and Kei failed at suppressing a laugh, earning him a sharp look from Tora. Though, she couldn’t hold it for long - she wanted to scold him (lightheartedly, of course), but she couldn’t help giggling quietly herself. Hitomi was evidently confused, looking between them with a small frown on her face, but Tora quickly cleared her throat, trying to stifle her amusement.

“Sorry, sorry, i-it’s just… you sound like a grandma, or something.”

“Huh? R-Really?!” Hitomi practically cried out, turning to Tadashi in her moment of devastation. Unfortunately, his poorly concealed smile betrayed him, and Hitomi's troubled look turned into a pout of indignation. She snatched a piece of meat from his bowl in retaliation, Tadashi now apologising profusely despite the corners of his lips twitching upwards between words.

“You should try.”

Tora turned to look at Kei, who had just at that moment raised a spoonful of broth to his mouth, so it was a few agonising seconds before he said anything else. Though, once he put his spoon down, he raised a brow upon noticing the others’ eyes all on him.

“...What?”

“That… was that it?” Tora said.

“Yeah?” Kei slowly dipped his spoon into his bowl again. “Do I need to say anything else?”

Tora’s head flicked between him and the couple across from them, gesturing as if Kei was insane. His support had always come bluntly and without warning, but he’d never really pushed her. Over the months he’d established himself more so as a net waiting to catch her if anything happened, instead of a wind carrying her forward, so hearing him tell her to actually go and do something…

“I’ll try my best!” She exclaimed proudly, a little louder than any of them were probably expecting, and Kei quickly shot her a look that was screaming at her to keep her voice down. Unbothered and beaming brightly, Tora reached up to lightly pinch his ear before putting a few more slices of beef into the hot pot for everyone.

“Akaashi is your editor?”

Tora nodded with an affirmative hum as clicked to enlarge Kei's camera feed, letting out a small captivated sigh at seeing a familiar face, albeit just a little bit blurry and bathed in awkward room lighting. Kei seemed like he was about to toss out another question, before his gaze darted to his own screen. His brows furrowed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said with what Tora has learned to only describe as a scowl of endearment.

“What? I miss you,” Tora replied without missing a beat.

“We called last night. And the night before that.”

She shrugged. “There’s a quota you need to meet.”

“...Anyways.” Kei sighed almost theatrically, but Tora could hear him quietly snicker before returning his focus down to what she could only assume was a textbook. Ever the studious one, she thought. ”I didn’t know he worked at Weekly Shonen Vai. Didn’t pin him as the type who’d like sifting through manga for a living.”

Tora laughed, looking down to her own half-completed storyboards and pulling off her artist glove, flapping it around to air it a bit. “I was surprised too. And I don’t think he particularly likes or dislikes it, but he did tell me he actually wanted to be in literature, so I kinda feel bad for him…” Her words softened into a thoughtful hum. Akaashi’s expression at the time was masked in a politeness that Tora couldn’t read, though maybe it was only because they had known each other years prior did she manage to catch the flicker of disappointment across his features when he’d told her the reality of his career.

Kei snorted, but whatever attempt he made to stifle his amusement was short-lived. A laugh burst out of him as he leaned back in his chair, twirling a pencil in his fingers.

“I can only imagine how Akaashi would feel if he heard that the underclassmen he advised was laughing at his predicament…” Tora raised a brow, slipping the glove back on her hand before resuming her sketches. She didn’t miss the quiet clearing of his throat as he slowly regained his composure.

“I can only imagine how he’d feel if he heard that the artist he’s working with was gossiping about him behind his back,” Kei shot back with a mock smugness that made Tora roll her eyes.

“Don’t try to turn this on me. It’s not like it’s a secret I had to pry out of him.”

“You feel bad for him, though. That’s basically pitying him, right?”

It had been a few years now - Tora was more than used to Kei’s attempts at picking petty little battles he didn’t really intend on fighting. She’d grown adept at recognising when his stubbornness was just a facade, the way he used his jabs like a lifeline to preserve his pride. She didn’t exactly feel like bickering, having just found a rather good flow with her work, so she let out a soft sigh.

“He has to read my work in its roughest form, so yeah, I do feel bad for him,” she quipped with a smile. “Like, imagine sitting through that.”

Granted, she’d been working with Akaashi for the past month, and he’d only shared some helpful observations on a couple of panels at a time, which was usually the extent of his critique. It was never like she had to redraw her chapters from scratch or rewrite part of the story, much to her relief, especially since going from a monthly to weekly schedule was something she initially feared, but with enough coffee and the right focal environment, it was easier than expected. Then again, the bags under Akaashi’s eyes always seemed to grow a little deeper whenever they met, so maybe by the time he got to her he was just too worn out to dig for more flaws.

“Huh… yeah, that is a pretty tough job.” She could hear the smirk on Kei’s face, but otherwise ignored the smugness in his voice. “You barely leave any room for improvement - anyone would have a hard time as your editor.”

Tora wanted to snap at him for a multitude of reasons, but luckily she caught herself just in time to properly process Kei’s words and tune out the way he said them. Her lips curled into a sly grin as it was now her turn to lean back in her chair, gaze fixed on Kei - or rather, his camera feed.

“Oh? So, you’re basically saying that my work is perfect, right?”

Kei stiffened, glancing away from his camera and craned his neck down to scratch behind it. “...I didn’t say that.”

“But you totally did! If there’s nothing to improve, that means it’s pretty much flawless!”

“You’re putting words in my mouth-”

“And you’re getting all shy because you think my work is perfect~!” Tora couldn’t stop herself from giggling, lightly kicking her feet as she pulled herself even closer to her desk. Watching Kei’s face slowly turn pink as words failed to support his claims was something she’d gotten a little more used to as of late. Even the usual click of his tongue had lost the same edge as compared to a few years ago. To her delightful surprise, her boyfriend was becoming more and more honest with himself and with her as the days went by. Or at least, less willing to pretend like he was as apathetic as he portrayed himself to be.

She didn’t feel bad at all embarrassing him, but she decided to employ an apologetic tone as she moved her right hand to her mouse. “Here, I’m almost done with my chapter pages. I’ll show you, since-”

“No need.”

She stopped right as she was about to press the button to stream her art application. She raised a brow, looking back towards Kei as he sat himself upright with his gaze still fixed on his textbook. She was far from mad at his abrupt rejection, for it was hurried, almost restless, and very uncharacteristic, so she definitely felt justified in asking-

“Why not?”

“...No reason in particular.”

Tora quirked a brow. “Mm, there’s definitely a reason. What’s up, Kei?”

“It’s really noth-”

“Kei.”

“It’s-” Kei's eyes shifted up only slightly before darting to numerous surfaces around him. It was evident he was thinking about what to say as he always did, but the more seconds that passed by the brighter the pink hue on his face became. Tora was almost tempted to take a screenshot to could cherish the sight forever, but she chose to exercise self-restraint instead, mindlessly spinning her own pen between her fingers, though a lot less smoothly than Kei had moments prior. “It’s… unfair.”

Well, that was unexpected.

“Unfair?” Tora repeated. “To who, my readers?” Without another word, Kei stood up to turn around and walk over to the bookshelf where a variety of textbooks and encyclopedias were kept and a couple of dinosaur figurines sat neatly arranged on the countertop. His esteemed collection, as Tora and Akiteru would jokingly call it. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but when Kei knelt down and pulled one of the shelves out towards him, she almost fell out of her chair. “W-Wait, what the hell?! You have secret compartments in that thing?!”

Kei didn’t respond, methodically pulling out a couple of books from inside the compartment and stacking them on the floor. Tora learned forward and squinted at the screen. She couldn’t see the covers or spines of any of them with how far away he was from the camera, but she could tell right away that every single book he was pulling out was a volume of manga. Eventually he gathered the stack in his arms and walked back over to his desk, setting them down just out of frame and exhaling more forcefully than he probably intended. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, posture shrinking for just a second before he sat down in his chair again and held up a single volume to the camera. The first cover of ‘Soul Project’ came into view, clear as day.

“You… bought them?”

“Of course I bought them,” Kei replied, defensive and almost sulky. His ears and cheeks were visibly pink even under the dim lighting of his room. “How else am I supposed to read them?”

“B-but I thought you just read them online, o-or the weekly serialisations! I-I didn’t think- how many volumes do you have?!” She pointed a finger at the pile of books just out of frame.

“...All of them.”

“ALL?!”

Kei’s face flushed an even deeper hue, if that was possible. He shifted in his chair before folding his arms over his desk and repeatedly tapping a finger against his elbow. Tora could only laugh in slight exasperation, and to reflexively expel the overwhelming gratitude welling up in her chest.

“That’s so unnecessary, though,” she said through unintended giggles. “I mean, I’m the artist, so if you wanted to read it or if you wanted the volumes I could have probably just-”

“No.” The finality in his tone made her clamp her mouth shut. “It… doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?”

Kei finally looked right at his camera, though as if aware of how he was essentially staring straight at her that way, his gaze turned to where Tora assumed she was on his screen. His hands came together on the desk, fingers fidgeting as he clasped them loosely, thumbs smoothly rolling around each other in an absent, circular motion.

“I mean…” He hesitated, briefly pressing his lips together. “I want to see your work the way you want it to be seen. When you finally put it all together, and decide that you’re proud of it.”

Tora blinked, breath catching as his words sank in.

“I'm not saying your drafts are bad,” Kei added quickly, voice softening as if trying to explain something he’d thought about for a long time but never quite said aloud. “It’s just… when I read through the whole thing for the first time in a volume there’s… a different kind of feeling. Like it all clicks together.”

Tora stared at him and the way he continued fiddling with his hands, her chest tightening in a way that made her feel lightheaded. She wasn’t expecting such a heartfelt answer from Kei. Knowing that he read and enjoyed her works was one thing, but to hear that he held that much sentimentality towards it was surprising, to say the least.

He wasn’t done. “Besides you’re a published artist now, so it’s… it’s the best way to support your work…”

The words were muttered so quietly that she could barely hear them. Once she pieced the sentence together in her brain, her lips parted in stunned silence before she snorted and started laughing hysterically. “O-Oh my god, Kei-”

“Shut up.” He ducked his head into his hands, groaning as her laughter continued to where she’d bent over her tablet in an attempt to ease the strain of her stomach. His voice was muffled, but the clear mix of embarrassment and frustration only drove her further into hysterics.

“Kei you’re- y-you’re so cute-!” She barely managed between heaves for breath.

“I said shut up.”

“Wait! Is that what you mean by it’d be unfair? Because I wouldn’t be making as much money?!”

“Just get back to work!”

i would love to talk about tora's manga series one day but i need to flesh it out lmfao. also this format kinda drives me crazy so if i post more fics or writing in general erm don't be surprised <333

#haikyuu oc #haikyuu #oc x canon #yumeship #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #tiger writing #oc - tora izumi #oc - hitomi fukutaki #tsukkitora #yamahito

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wasyago · 1 year ago

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some rambles about gillion trans headcanons and other stuff

im realizing that i write these posts because i have no one to talk about riptide with, so this is like a monolog that is meant to be a dialog? sort of? the point is, the thought process is unpredictable and this is just everything that goes through my head and not like a structural point or anything and some things are random and not uhhh pretty(?). i dont even know why im writing these disclaimers, no one cares probably?

anyway. so, if gillion was a trans man, how would that work?

did he know from the young age, before the elders even, that he was a boy? was it just an obvious thing for him and his family? was he loved and accepted? and when the elders took him away, did they accept him as well? did they even see him for a kid/a person he was, or did they only think about the prophecy and didn't care what gender The One was? when gillion got older, did he get his top surgery inside the walls of the palace without anyone questioning him or looking down upon? or did he have to sneak out? probably definitely not sneak out, im not sure gillion ever left the palace or seen the world outside much. did he even get top surgery?

that's an interesting question to me actually, because if tritons (in this campaign at least) hatch from eggs, do females even have bigger boobs? technically no, right? do they even have boobs? i mean, they do have chest muscles and stuff, but do they have nipples? the one time i drew gill without a shirt i didn't draw him any, so im gonna say "no" for now. sorry im huge bore when it comes to these types of questions, i don't even know why actually... is it weird?

uhh what was i talking about... so i guess yeah, if female and male tritons don't have that different of a body structure, gillion probably didn't even need a top surgery to begin with. and maybe he didn't experience much in terms of dysphoria, which honestly? good for him, he had enough going on already...

but if gillion wasn't trans before the elders? if he was fine with his gender, he was only five after all, he had better fiveyearold things to worry about. what happened after he was taken away? was it his own realization, just at an older age?

or was it forced on him by the elders? (its definitely a darker concept and would be out of character for the elders, but as an alternative universe I think its interesting as well). because "the chosen one", the hero of the prophecy, the one who will decide the fate of the world and who will protect the undersea, in the eyes of the elders could've only be a man (if they were misogynistic). and when they come to this family and they see a 5 y.o. girl, what can they feel except disappointment? they will try anyway though, because what are they supposed to do? and if they need a man for a prophecy they will get him one way or another...

again, a darker concept, and i think i like it like an au better than a headcanon for the main campaign. because it's ooc and brings up slightly different topics from the original.

at the end i think i wont headcanon gill as trans? (although who knows, maybe I'll come around eventually, we'll see) maybe as nonbinary or a secret third thing though. gillion to me doesn't feel like a "man" man, his gender is "a guy" i don't know how to explain it hdgsbbs (maybe im just projecting idk o_o)

I love it when people hc him as trans tho, its very sweet!!!!!!! and i believe he does have the top surgery scars in the official art? so like, pop off king lets go???? (actually i just checked and no he doesn't, but im gonna think he does anyway)

im a little scared to re read this post and i think i'll delete it later probably, but uhhh yeah... again, just rambling and thinking out loud (not out loud but you get what i mean. writing all this down or drawing something really helps me to think and figure things out, so that's why)

#yagotalk #ask to tag #if someone wants to talk about it or add something feel free to

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the-heaminator · 8 months ago

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11 for england, and anyone you fancy alongside >:)

11- "You're going to regret that." :D I went less feral than last time and forgot this in my drafts for a few months enjoyyyyyyy

(please comment por favor.)

(TW gore, cannibalism, romes shitty parenting)

Why did he have to fight?

Rome had named him Antinous, no one called him the name his mama gave him. He had all but forgotten it too, trying to find it was like slogging through a deep mire and it was not worth the trouble.

He hated fighting on orders. He had no choice though, he would not be fed if he lost, and he couldn’t stand hunger as well as he should do. Rome said his mama had spoiled him rotten, that was what he was told, but now he was strong because of it. Yet he always felt bad attacking that scrawny little runt from Britannia.

He was so small, and because he could never win, he was never fed, grown smaller, madder. Less and less human by the day.

And thus it repeated, it was growing impossible to lose against him, small, blonde and feral, all sparrow bones and gnashing teeth with very little substance behind it, Rome had tried and to an extent succeeded in civilising him. He had failed with the runt.

The thing still bared its teeth when scared, or angry, they were sharp little things, he looked like he carried illness, it was not hard to fight him, he was small and weak, and utterly battered by hunger.

Yet a mad little thing, it was a head and a half shorter than Antinous, but older, allegedly at least, practically a mute because his Latin was not good and was beat if he spoke in much else, he tried not to look at its eyes for too long.

Mouse had a brother, taller, stronger and older, but only barely, the runt only spoke with him in hushed whispers. He could beat the bigger one with ease too, neither had been given names yet, they had only been here for a short time, but long enough to be named surely?

Rome could not be that indifferent to their existence, that was not wise, to ignore his most recent charges would be foolish. But as of yet he called the smaller one runt, because he was more mouse than man, a creature, afraid and skittish, ready to bite and snarl at the slightest touch.

Rome was watching now, he took some type of joy in watching them fight, he already knew the winner of course, it really was impossible for Antinous to lose, the runt could barely hold his gladius correctly and looked ready to collapse out of fear and exhaustion, Antinous was good with a gladius, the sword came from his people and all, he knew how to wield it.

It was insulting how little the runt even tried against him honestly, bared his belly and let Antinous do his worst, no doubt he would escape and go off to lick his wounds in the dark later. Like a frightened little puppy.

He hated such cowardice, he was not going to have his half-bred bastards to be cowards and weaklings, rolled over and took the blow, if he thought it would get him any amount of pity he was wrong.

It wouldn't, not if he was here, he could not afford to raise cowardice or pity. Antinous hated it for something different, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt him if the runt couldn't bring himself to fight.

No no no, he would not have this.

He almost squeaked when he was lifted from his side like an unruly little creature, there was some improvement in him, Rome noted, very little, but there was some. When speaking to him, he no longer snarled and just stayed quiet. Good, he had to learn obedience or he would not survive in such a world.

“Boy, why do you not fight?” He did not expect much of an answer, he only spoke his barbarian language readily, but he got an answer in Latin. Slow and heavy like cold honey.

“H-Hungry, no food.”

“You will only be fed if you win.” Flat, be all and end all “Antinous can attest to that.”

Rome turned over to him, blank-eyed and covered in mousey blood, he still needed training, and yelled “Don’t you, boy .” There was menace beneath those words and he almost bolted, he did not want to be here to witness whatever Rome was about to do to the mouse. But didn’t. He was not a coward.

“He can fight and is fed. You need to stop being a coward and fight." Rome knew it understood very little of what he said, too scared and starved and ill to even try. Once more he set him down to fight. Barely sinking into the sand under his feet.

He went in for the blow, and paused halfway through, no, he couldn’t. The mouse was standing now, but barely, a head shorter and so much thinner, how could he fight someone so much weaker than him? He had a heart yet, and it screamed at him that this was not right.

So much weaker, it wouldn't even be good training for him. He could spare him. He could, he should, it was not worth a death, dying hurt, regenerating hurt more. And you needed food to regenerate. He was always utterly starved after he had to regenerate, and the mouse had no food.

He would be more starved than before, and then he would lose more fights, and then he would be fed less, and over, and over, and over….

It was not right, no.

But orders had to be followed or he would end up on the wrong side of the sword, he was not noble enough for such a thing, to die for someone like that, some thing rather, orders would have to be followed, it was best to not think of him as a boy, and think of it as a creature. He had fought many animals, this would be no different.

Thrust the sword and tore a hole, slashed and cut at his skin, his gladius went through like a hot knife through butter, he knew it would be easy, it always was. Yet it was always a surprise how little substance the mouse seemed to have to him, paper-thin skin and sparrow bones, no fat and barely enough meat to feed a stray mutt. Blood spilling onto the sand, and both of them wrinkled their nose, even Rome had to admit blood should not smell like that, dipped his fingers in the hole, and tasted the blood, it tasted wrong too. Human blood should taste like iron. This tasted bitter. Already rotting and he had been dead barely a moment.

Rome knew the boy could have spared it he knew that, but his mutt would not be falling with such a pathetic creature, he was better than that

Yes. The mouse was pathetic, Antinous would keep telling himself that, over and over in his head till he believed it.

But it didn’t feel good, bile in his throat and a shiver in his hand. He felt powerful, yes, but the feeling made him ill and light-headed. Was this what being drunk with power felt like? How did Rome like this? It frightened him.

It was an odd feeling, terrifying, intoxicating, a dizzying concoction. Rome looked at him like he was a dog, his dog.

To make up for it today he decided to share his hard-won food with the runt once he was revived, Rome would not be pleased, but he would not kill him for it, hopefully.

Rome knew the boy lived for praise, like a dog, he didn’t often have to punish Antinous, a pat on the head and some food tamed him, a simple creature. He wouldn’t rebel, standing off to the side, covered in blood with a haunted look in his eyes. No matter how strong he was you could only be as ruthless as your heart let you, and the boy was still soft inside.

Looking down at the dead little mouse, gored through the abdomen, called Antinous over, forced him to look down at what he had done, his power “You will do great things, boy.”

“As you say, Master.” He could hear him swallow thickly, he didn’t cry, he was not a child.

He continued, staring down at the runt’s body, decaying faster than it should "You should have no place in your heart for pity, especially not for the weak.”

He could see the boy wrestling with his mind, mouth slightly open before snapping shut again and thinking longer, fingers entwined and wringing, it wouldn’t wring out the blood, it had started to crust, mouth open again, Rome wanted to see if the boy was stupid enough to try and speak.

And he was, it was not his brightest moment “Forgive me, Master, but why do you make me fight the mouse, he is not well and if he keeps dying he will only get smaller and weaker. Why do you not feed him.”

Still soft in the mind. He looked at the child coldly, and then to the bleeding corpse on the ground.

Always such a sight to see the small one heal, he was so fast, decaying faster than most, skin rotted fast and fell off in thick black clumps, blood dried and flies swarmed almost at double speed. Brittle bones bared themselves before he started to stitch himself back together, faster than the others too.

Flesh over his bones wove like a loom, thinner and weaker. But alive.

Painfully alive

He didn’t have it in him to get up and curled up in a pained little ball instead, licking his wounds surely, if he was to act more beast than man then he would be treated as such.

It made Antinous feel a little sick, to see the little thing shiver and suffer solely because he was just following orders, because he was too scared to do otherwise.

Rome’s eyes were cold “He is weak, yes, and he is sick, but why be soft with such a thing.” He was looking directly into Antinous’ eyes, “Would you rather he suffer now or suffer forever, finish him off now and he will not have to live like an animal.”

Antinous could feel Rome’s hand on his shoulder, it was a gentle grip yet.

“Besides, he is more animal than human, he is not like us. You are not like him. Pity is for the weak. Are you weak?”

He could feel the grip on his shoulder tightening, he could taste blood and he didn’t know why, swallowed thickly, he should not be afraid of his Master, but he was.

Rome could see the thoughts whirring in his head like a storm, “Then why don’t you name him?”

“Do you think he warrants a name, do you think he is enough of a person to deserve one.”

He felt his cheeks flush red, he should have kept his mouth shut…but well…he had already started to talk, what harm would a bit more be?

“Yes. He does. Sir.”

Rome did not expect such disagreement, not out of Antinous of all people, tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder till he heard him hiss in pain, he could draw blood, but chose against it, spoke so close to his ear that Antinous could feel his breath on his neck.

“Then what would you like to call him?”

Antinous had not genuinely given this thought, he hadn’t expected Rome to humour him, and now he was at a loss for words. Rome dug his fingers deeper into his shoulder, Antinous could feel the skin puncturing, it would have healed rapidly too, had Rome not kept the wound open.

Between the pain, he managed to hiss out “Ask him about it, Master, ask him his name.”

“He does not speak to me, if he wants to play a mute then why should I coax him out of it.” He withdrew his hand, Rome could see the blood stain his shirt. “He is mine as you are mine, and did I ask for your name?”

He did have a point there, a nasty little point it was, but a point nonetheless.

“You did not.”

Rome was looking through him, he didn’t know why.

"You will regret asking that. Boy." His eyes fixed somewhere behind Antinous.

"Regret what?"

He found out when a sword bit into his throat and the world faded to black, the last thing Antinous saw were eyes greener than they should be.

Greener than any gemstone, any leaf, and they were as mad as they were green. Hungry

Antinous knew he had let his guard down, but could you blame him, he had thought he had disposed of the mouse, it hadn’t even tried to fight, he was now.

To Rome fighting wasn’t the right word, attacking, desperation perhaps, he had indulged in human flesh plenty before, the feeling of warm flesh under your fingers, blood pooling and desperate writhing was a feeling you could not match. But this was different.

Simply put this was gluttony, animalistic gluttony, the mouse gutted Antinous barehanded, holding up his heart to the sun like a spoil of war to Mars.

Before biting into it.

Oh, the sweet joy of satisfying hunger left to fester for too long. He made such a pretty noise with his sharp little elbows buried in Antinious' chest. Rome would like to remember that sound.

#aph england #aph spain #aph rome #hws england #hws spain #hws rome #hetalia fanfiction #cannibalism #gore

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alarrytale · 4 months ago

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Harry has never said anything against his own fans, even though they've done and said horrible things to mainly Liam and Louis over the years. It's infuriating that the man who preaches love and kindness have that kind of fans and won't do anything to stop them from bullying, harrassing and hating on the people he love and care about. But it is what it is, Sony made it this way. My only consolation is that i'm convinced that Harry would if Harry could. //

Thb this makes me incredibly sad and angry, idk why but I keep thinking about this fact and I’m just sad. I can’t believe that someone who’s praised by literally everyone, nobody told anything bad about him and yet he has one of the worst fans. To be fully honest since his words about Liam my insecuries and doubts about his hit me again and I just wonder is he really loves Louis as we all think.

Btw I also find H moving to Italy kind of bs. Why would he move to Italy when his whole family is there and his first niece has been born. Also Niall’s IG says he’s based in USA and we know he’s been in LatAm for last few weeks and now he’s in London.

Hi, anon 💙

It's infuriating. Harry's brand and image portrayal, especially in relation to the other boys, has angered me for years now. It's so sad, and it just keeps continuing without any change. I feel so powerless and the one's who have the power to do something about it, stop the bullying and hate, isn't doing anything. I honestly don't know how long i'm able to just sit here and watch this go on without needing to remove myself from it. The industry is simply horrible, no morals just money and maximum exploitation, and nothing is changing. It's hell. And now they've got blood on their hands. How long can we just sit and watch, while knowing all we know, and not being able to stop it?

I think now, more than ever, it's very important to distinguish between Harry the person who had a sixth sense and called up Liam when he needed the most, and Harry Styles tm who gave a formal and impersonal statement about Liam's passing to protect his brand and image. Harry's brand and image is worth a lot of money and is protected and controlled by Sony with an iron fist.

The distance between Harry and his projected persona is growing bigger, and it's harder when he's been on a break and we haven't gotten to see the real Harry in a while. The real Harry loves Louis with every fiber of his being, even though Harry Styles tm has nothing in common with him and have little time and thought to spare his former bandmates. The real Harry is wearing old 1D t-shirts, his boyfriend's sweater and goes to see him in concert.

Harry hasn't moved to Italy, there is no evidence of it and it doesn’t make any sense why he would. Location data on social media isn't trustworthy and can be changed by anyone with access.

#rip liam #harry image #not broken up #boyband politics #syco

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starwarsmum · 5 months ago

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Day 9 of the Maribat BioFamily September prompts! This one is Ransom 😊

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Marinette thought that the universe was being pretty unfair. It wasn't like she had been walking around Gotham, alone, and talking to anyone and everyone she came across. Well, okay, maybe it was a little like that, but she was Parisian and she believed that a little kindness went a long way, so she wasn't going to ignore the people she interacted with.

And she was meant to be meeting up with Steph, but she had received a text to say she was running a little late because of a bank robbery so she didn't have a choice but to wait. The fact that she had headed to a coffee shop for a quick boost should be seen as responsible - she knew she would be struggling after staying up too late, so she went to get caffeine to keep herself alert!

She just should not be blamed for the fact that Mr Freeze decided that particular coffee shop to come to. Hell, even villains need a caffeine fix, right? But apparently her picture had been making the rounds in Gotham because he had taken one look at her and recognised this as his next chance to extort a billionaire.

“Listen, you know I'm not, like, Bruce Wayne's kid, right?” Marinette said, fiddling with the ropes that was binding her wrists. She had definitely turned on the tiny foreign kid act, flinching whenever one of the goons came near her, so they had tied her up much more loosely than they should have. She had already succeeded in freeing her hands and was rolling the rope to use later.

“But you are connected to them, are you not,” Freeze said, and Marinette couldn't think of a way to refute it without lying. He took her silence as acquiescence and decided he was safe to monologue. “Do not worry, child, as long as Mr Wayne pays me for your safety, you will be returned unharmed.”

“And if he doesn't?” She asked quietly, injecting a little fear into her voice. She was silently undoing the (admittedly loose enough to walk) rope around her feet, leaving it looped around them so that if he turned around all would seem the same. He didn't.

“You will still remain unharmed, but I cannot allow you to go home,” he said, and Marinette relaxed minutely, until he continued. “Perhaps you would do nicely in a cryotank, like my darling wife.”

She decided that she didn't have time to wait for someone else to come and save her. She waited a handful of minutes before asking in the most frightened voice she could for the bathroom. The villain grunted at the henchman standing closest to her and he hauled her to her feet. She made sure to shuffle as though still bound even though the rope had vanished into her hands as she stood.

As soon as they were out of sight of the others, Marinette span on her heel and slammed her fist into her guard's solar plexus. As he doubled over, gasping for breath, she slipped an arm around his neck and tightened into a stranglehold. The combination of her two attacks meant he put up very little resistance and she was soon a free agent.

She took a moment to activate the homing beacon in her shoe’s sole before weighing the ropes in her hands. Her mind whirring as she thought about the room she had just left, she tied a knot in the end of the longer rope and swung it around experimentally. Pleased at the weight, she dragged the thug she had knocked out into a hidden corner and got to work.

_ _ _

When Marinette's beacon activated, Damian had been doing a workout in the cave. When he heard the alarm blare, he assumed Tim had been half asleep at a coffee shop and picked up by the Riddler or Scarecrow again. Honestly, the man was only slightly bigger than Damian and quite clearly an easy target.

The moment he saw that Marinette had activated her beacon, he felt an icy calm settle over him. He hardly remembered suiting up but he could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage as he shot along the streets on the R-Cycle. The warehouse that she was apparently held captive in was quiet, which instantly made him panic.

He didn't wait for backup, merely grappled onto the roof to see if he could find a discreet way into the building. When he slunk in through a skylight, he felt relief wash over him as he saw Marinette, standing unharmed in the centre of the room. He dropped silently into the room, approaching her with caution, and finally caught what she was saying.

“...unhealthy. I didn't stand for it when Hawkmoth tried to excuse his behaviour as ‘love for a comatose wife', and I won't stand for it here. If she's sick, she should be in a hospital. The world is made of both creation and destruction, what you are doing flies directly in the face of it,” she ranted, hands on her hips.

Damian finished his approach and placed a hand into Marinette's shoulder, meaning to convince her to leave. But he should have announced who it was because no sooner had his hand made contact with her shirt than she had stepped backwards and executed a half turn that ended with him on the floor.

“Da- Robin, what are you doing here?” She shrieked, dropping the arm she was gripping to allow him to get back up. He glanced towards Mr Freeze, who was sitting on the floor, his cold suit unmoving. Whatever Marinette had done to him, he wasn't going anywhere until someone moved him.

“We were alerted to an abduction,” Damian said, tone amused now that he knew she was okay. She gave him a sheepish smile and he resisted the urge to pull her close. “Did one of my associates already come by and free you?”

“Oh, um, maybe?” She replied, grinning cheekily up at him. He bit back an exasperated sigh and called for backup, wondering how on earth they would explain it if word got out that the newest Wayne associate had freed themselves from a kidnapping.

“How did you get caught up in this mess?” He asked eventually once Red Hood had appeared to drag Freeze away. As she recounted her tale, he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. He tried to explain himself before she became annoyed, but he could see the frown line in her brow. “It is just that Drake is often abducted from coffee shops and held for ransom - I did not realise it was a genetic trait.”

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