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Five Long Years (Chapter 1)

aemond x niece!reader

A/N: i've been wanting to do age gap aemond with his niece for a while so when someone requested it, i was going to do a smut oneshot but it turned into this so weee new miniseries

WARNINGS: angsty, there will be incest and future smut

WORD COUNT: 1,059 words

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Five years since you saw him last. Two years since the death of his wife, Cassandra Baratheron and he is now finally coming home. He has travelled much, or at least that is what he says in his letters. Aemond Targaryen is a man of few words in everything but his letters to you, his dear niece who has spent the majority of her life doing no less than adoring him. Seeing him has been the thing you have spent the last month looking forward to and the day has finally come as you make your way to the courtyard.

“Ñuha rūs mandianna, look at how you’ve grown.” (my baby niece) 

You hear the voice from behind you, whipping around to meet his eye. Oh, and grown you have, into your name and into your body.

You hold in your squeal of delight as you walk up to him. “I have missed you, Kepus. I didn’t think you had already arrived.” You breathe out as he takes both your hands in his and brings them up to his mouth for a kiss. You feel your cheeks flush.

“I missed you more.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. He must have noticed your blush by now.

“Tell me everything. I want to hear all about Pentos and Naarth and Lys.” You take his arm, leading him forward for a walk so you don’t have to look him in the eyes.

He smiles at how flustered you are. “You would have loved it, darling. There was so much to learn, so much history in every city.”

You listen to him with such interest as he goes on about each city, their people, their clothes. He’s pleased about how you want to hear it all. You’ve walked through the gardens twice by the time he had gotten through the bulk of it but even so, you can feel that he hasn’t told you everything.

“Tell me more, Kepus.” You beg him, never wanting to leave his side again.

“Not all things are for your ears, sweetling.”

You pout. “What do you mean?”

“You are still just a little girl in many ways.” He holds your hand, his thumb drawing small circles on your knuckles.

“I will be married soon. I won’t be a little girl after that.” A hint of emotion flashes through his eyes as you speak the words.

“I’m not so sure you’re ready for that.” He murmurs, looking at your soft hands before you yank them from his grasp.

“How should you know what i’m ready for?” He’s surprised by your sharp response. He never would have expected you to use such a tone with him.

“Because I know you.”

“You knew me. We have not seen one another for years.” There’s hurt in your voice, in your eyes.

“I had a wife to attend to… a child.”

Both who are now dead.

“A woman grown would be able to understand that.” He says, patronizing you.

“I do understand that.” There’s such jealousy in your voice. You just want to be seen by him, in a way that is different from a little girl who is only now slightly less little.

“You have flowered, yes and you have gotten so beautiful but your petulance has yet to escape you.” He speaks so tenderly as he lifts your chin to force you to look in his eye, but you find his words cruel.

“I’m not petulant.” You protest, pulling your face from his hand. You hate his gentle touches when he’s being mean.

“A well-mannered girl wouldn’t speak to her uncle the way you do.”

“I am well-mannered, just not a pushover.” You say back to him.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t have looked at a man on his wedding day the way you looked at me.” It stings when he says it. You didn’t even realize he noticed the way you gazed at him when he said his vows, all your longing wrapped up in a single look.

“Will you truly hold me to a look I gave you five years ago?” You want to scoff or say something mean but you hold your tongue instead.

“I was too old for you then.” He sympathizes. You didn’t even realize he knew. Men aren’t unusually so perceptive, especially ones who are barely twenty years old.

“Eight years isn’t so long. Daemon and my mother are sixteen years apart.” You murmur, knowing there’s no point in pretending.

“Her Grace wasn’t twelve when she married him.”

“Lots of girls get married at twelve.” You think of your grandmother who married even younger.

“Yes, lots of girls do get married at twelve… and then they die in childbirth at thirteen.” He states seriously. Aemond has little interest in fucking children, whether they have bled or not. “It was not because I did not like you, mandianna.” He reaches for you again to bring you demeaning comfort that you do not want.

“Stop touching me.”

“I didn’t know it would hurt you so. I had assumed it would pass.” He knows you still yearn for him.

“You think I still desire you? I want a man who will treat me like a woman, not a babe!” You’re angry and humiliated and you lash out, wanting that childhood crush to finally die, because that’s all it could have possibly been, frivolous and childish.

“I apologize. I should not have assumed.” You know he’s saying it just to calm you because a man like him is not so stupid, just arrogant enough to think he could never be wrong.

“I don’t want your purportless apologies.” You say with venom.

He sighs. “Then allow me to give you the gifts I brought for you-”

“You wish to distract me with trinkets?”

He isn’t too sure of what to say. You were much meeker as a girl, easily won over with pretty things and kind words. You’re more confident now… more Targaryen.

“I just do not wish to argue when it’s been so long since I saw you last.”

“And whose fault is that? You’ve had two years to see me… I’m starting to think it’s now too late.”

And with that, you stomp off, leaving Aemond dazed and confused… and slightly impressed. Maybe you aren’t just a little girl anymore.

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A Village Raising (2) | Yandere Platonic Twisted Wonderland

Yuuka silently cooed at the sight of precious little (Y/n) sleepily clutching at a sleeping Grim. She no doubt hit the jackpot. Having such an adorable little sibling gifted to her by the mysterious summoning of the mirror. It was a nightmarish thought: that you’d one day return to someone who couldn’t love you like she did. But it was soothed by the reminder that more than likely those at Night Raven would never allow for that to happen. 

“Mmm Yuu? Mmm C’mere.” 

“Yes baby? You ready to wake up, maybe help me cook?”

“Mmmm today I-mmm g’to work…don’t I?”

“Ahhh, yeah.”

She sighed as she recalled the way you came to a revelation, of course spurred by Grim’s whining, that you needed to work to get more tuna. She wasn’t even sure you understood the topic of currency but nonetheless you wouldn’t stop yapping about it to her and Yuuken. 

“Can-I get ready for work?” Your little voice spoke so clearly, having fully-woken up at the excitement from the thought. She couldn’t bring herslef to relay the hard truth about the workforce. Surely Azul wouldn’t torture a little angel such as yourself! 

“Yes of course baby!” 

“Yay!” 

Sending a groggy Grim to pester her fellow prefect Yuuka busied herself with helping you into the mini uniform Jade delivered not long after her baby’s declaration. How he knew your measurements she wasn’t sure but then again why ask when all he’d do is smile cryptically. 

“Already into the workforce I can’t believe how old I’ve gotten.” 

Yukken mockingly held his face in his hands as he pretended to cry as you carefully finished descending the stairs with your back turned to him, slowly making your way down the steps. With both your feet safely on the ground you waddled over to the ‘crying’ giant. 

“Ken-Ken is okay! I’ll be back after a hardsday work.”

Patting his pant leg, you waited until he bent down to your level. Giving a firm hug with your little body, he sent a worried look over your shoulder. Yuuka could only huff out her nose in stifled worry. She wasn’t trying to ignore her worry of letting you out of their watchful eyes. Pulling out her phone she sucked her teeth as the clock ticked closer to the designated time. Time for her final instructions before sending you into a battlefield.

“Alright (Y/n) now listen to me, you can’t sign or write anything while you’re there okay?”

“Hmmhmm.” 

“(Y/n) are you listening to me.”

You continued to fiddle with the locks of your backpack briefcase before turning to the crouched Yuuka. 

You kissed her cheek and in a voice imitating a character from your tv-shows you said,”Don’t worry Honey. I’ll be home soon, take care of the kids for me.”

The knock on the Ramshackle door had you skipping in its direction. Already beaten by Yuuken who opened the door to none other than the tweels. 

“Good morning, Prefect.”

“Hiya shrimpies! Where’s the little business eel!”

“Here I am!” You squealed, running past Yuuken’s legs to be scooped into Floyd’s awaiting arms. Immediately abandoning your working persona you enjoyed the way Floyd playfully pretended to chomp at your cheeks.

“Remember, (Y/n)! No signing anything!” 

“Weee-ah okay!” 

You spoke breathlessly as the eel mer caught you from your descent from the sky, shouting from over his shoulder as he was already trotting away. Yuuka sighed again, turning her gaze to Jade who happily accepted the little bento box Yuuken had made.

“Back by sundown.”

“Yes, yes it will be before nightfall. Otherwise the doting parents will stay awake and worried until then.”

“Jade!”

“I jest I jest. We’ll see you later.”

With that the vice-warden went on his way catching up to the waiting Floyd before traveling over to the school’s hall.

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“We’re back!” 

“Hi hi, Azul!”

The dorm leader couldn’t help but genuinely smile as he saw you in your mini-Monstro-uniform. 

“Morning (Y/n), ready start your first day of work?”

“Yup!”

“Then follow me, to the kitchen.” 

You did just that skipping beside Jade who stopped at the kitchen. 

“This where we make all the drinks and food for everyone. And your job is to take whatever we make to the customers.”

“Okay!” 

“How about we practice, okay (Y/n)?”

“Yes, yes!” 

In no time at all you were handed a smaller tray and told to not spill as a plastic cup of water was placed on its center. Azul went to the far end of the kitchen along with Floyd who anxiously awaited your wobbly and shaky journey. Jade originally planned to only keep his hand on your back from where he was originally standing but he decided to follow along as he watched the water jiggle dangerously in the glass.

“W-woah!” 

“It’s alright I’m right here. Take your time.”

“This is really h’rd.”

“It’s okay you’re doing great.” Azul chimed in, eagerly awaiting you to reach his side. Both Floyd and Azul anxiously leaning in tandem as you tilted dangerously to one side. The dorm leader did his best to keep his mouth shut as he quantified more than 50% of the water on the checkered floor or coagulating at the bottom of the tray. 

“How’d I do Mis’er Bossman?”

Smiling up at him with sparkling (y/e/c) eyes–only one decision was clear. 

“You did perfect. We are happy to have you work with us at Monstro Lounge.”

He’d have to remember to account for the smaller amount of the drink.

“Yay! Hear that Floyd, I’m hired!”

“YES, I knew you could do it-mini eel! Now I can give you the little apron!”

Or maybe he’d just upsell it anyway.

“Jade, do I get to cut my hair too!”

“Sorry (Y/n), I’m sure all three of the prefects would have my head then.”

“Awww.”

“But I do have a hat you can wear.”

“Yay! Gimme gimme.”

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“What in the Seven’s is everyone getting so worked up about?”

Ace groaned and sucked his teeth as if Deuce was the stupidest man on the planet. His friend was already frowning at the action but still waited nonetheless. Ace began to smirk as he casually followed the crowd. 

“Pft you don’t know? There’s a special event going on in the Monstro Lounge. With a special edition menu too.”

Deuce gawked as he tensed up. “Then we’ve got to get going! By the time we arrive…”

He trailed off as Ace continued to smirk while shaking his head. 

“I had an inside scoop and got us reservations ahead of time.”

“Whoa, that’s real nice of you Ace.”

“Yeah yeah you just got  to pay for whatever I get!”

“And that’s the Ace I know.”

The two Heartslabyul first years took their time to the mirror hall. Avoiding the crowd fighting to become a line, Ace flashed an email on his phone to the intimidating guards of Monstro Lounge, where they directed the duo into a specially gated section.Sitting in the booth Deuce couldn’t help the pit that formed in his stomach; as if reminding him of his past servitude. He shook the feeling off, sending a questioning look towards his friend, who was busy browsing the menu.

“I’m curious, Ace. How did you afford this?”

Ace faked offense,”What?! You think I can’t get on the list?”

“Not without us, you couldn’t.” 

Hearing that familiar country twang, Deuce turned to see the short Pomefiore student: Epel. Sporting a prideful smirk on his face he motioned for Deuce to scooch away to make room for him. Behind him was Jack from Savvannaclaw who was a mix of embarrassment and determination. 

“Epel? Jack?”

“Of course this guy didn’t have the energy to wait to get on the waiting list.”

Jack scoffed, “He’s lucky he asked those of us with healthy morning routines.”

“Your morning routine’s start before the sun is out! I No way was I ruining my sleep for that.”

Sooner than they could think they had begun joking and laughing per their usual hangouts. It almost let Deuce forget why they had gotten the reservation. 

“Oh, you don’ know do you? Check it.”

Epel handed the menu to Deuce.

“Uhm a Aqua Smoothie a special delivery? A clam cake for special delivery? What is this special delivery that’s bringing up the price?”

Epel and Ace just continued to snicker and laugh at him before arguing about what to order. Which left Jack to sigh and explain.

“For one day only the Monstro Lounge has a very…special employee working. Everyone’s been very excited to cheer them on.”

“Special employee? But who would all the school want to cheer on? 

In that moment whispered praise and excited voices start to get louder as the sound of clicking loafers were heard. 

In an Octavinelle uniform and a tray small enough for them to hold little (Y/n) hurriedly walking by with a beautifully decorated dessert. The group of four, as well as everyone in the special section quickly pulled out their phones. 

“Here’s your scrone, mister!”

“T-t-thank you (Y/n).”

Sooner than everyone would like the little one hobbled back into the kitchen. The crowd collectively awwed before the excited chatter began to start back up again. With a renewed sense of vigor Deuce picked up the menu.

“What should we get? Should we stay away from drinks? I wouldn’t want them to spill.”

Clank!

The sound made him jump as he and his friends looked up at the intimidating faces who so aggressively delivered some waters.

“I assure you our employee is more than capable.”

“Yeah Mackarel. So is your school going to order or would you rather be on the menus yourselves?”

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Yuuka shook the sleep that plagued her face as she recognized the creaking of the Ramshackle gate. Leaving her other prefects behind, she nearly trampled Grim on the way to the door.

“Finally! The sun’s nearly finished setting!”

She eagerly took the backpack and sleeping child as Jade smiled coyly. 

“I did say before nightfall, did I not?”

She scoffed, turning back into the living room where she passed off the backpack to Yuu heading up the stairs. 

Yuuken sighed, “Sorry about Yuuka. She’s been anxious all day.”

“I understand the feeling but you shouldn’t worry they had a fun day, a full meal, and lots of work experience.”

Yuuken chuckled. “I bet.”

Jade’s polite smile stretched a bit as though he remembered something, calling Floyd he snatched a container from his brothers clutches. Turning back to Yuuken he delivered the tupperware to him. 

“Of course (Y/n) couldn’t finish our larger portion sizes so I figured I’d package the rest for you all.”

“Oh wow thanks Jade. Ah but this container I’ll empty it now so you can take it back-”

“No need! Whenever you're done just have you and (Y/n) bring it over.Maybe then I can convince Azul to maybe give out a discount.”

“Thanks Jade.”

“No problem.” “Ughghgh can we go now!? It already sucks we’re not sleeping over.”

Jade smile returned to his polite one as he sent a piercing side-eye towards his brother. 

“Well we all have responsibilities to put to bed. I’ll see you at the next club meeting.”

“Yeah, see ya then.”

Yuuken watched as the Leech brother’s left with a glaring tension between the two. The prefect could only guess as to what the annoyance was about. With a shrug he closed the door storing the food away. 

He could only guess what tales you’d have to tell when you woke the next day. It’s only a shame he couldn’t be there himself. Even though Yuu assured him they’d get photos he wondered who’d they entrusted with the task.

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The student stood rigid in the heart of the Monstro Lounge, unbothered by the emptiness and the unusually alone dormleader waiting there.

“We here to collect our prize.” 

Silver’s monotone voice filled the space. Azul smiled presenting the box filled with horribly shaped pastries,“It’s always a pleasure doing business with Diasomnia.” 

Lilia opened the box, smiling happily as he approved of the contents. 

“It’s a shame you’re not willing to send the pictures you took of them while baking these. It would have made Malleus so very happy to see their smiling face.”

Azul’s smile twitched. “Well as I’m sure you know, some things are just invaluable.”

Lilia matched his crooked grin with one of his own. “Oh do I know it.”

______________________________________________________________

“Hey Tsunotarou, want to look at the pictures Ace got for me?”

Green eyes lit up with anticipation as though a chest full of treasure had been found. 

“I would love to.”

Yuu smiled flipping through the various polaroids of the little server. 

Unexpectedly Malleus spoke up, “These memories are very precious.”

Yuu didn’t look up from the photos. 

“Right?”

“It’s a shame that they don’t last forever.”

Yuu shrugged. “Yeah but that’s what makes them so special right?”

Malleus tilted his head. “Wouldn’t they be more special if they lasted longer?”

Yuu giggled leaning against his shoulder. 

“I’ll let you keep this one if you want it.”

“I would love that.”

[denaphoenix]

Why Bildaddy vibes so hard

It's me and my thoughts again, wielding a long, sharp knife and aiming directly at your heart, because if I am suffering, why not do it together? Weee...

So, I was thinking, why are we vibing so hard with Bildaddy, the cobbler/midwife of our hearts? And I feel like, if we're looking at it objectively, it's quite obvious. Of course, part of it is his stunning beauty, gotta love a man with a squirrel in his face rocking a headband and sunglasses roughly 3000 years before they were invented, but that's not all. At the core of it, I'd say, it's first and foremost: his smile.

A lot of the pictures we see of Crawley as Bildad is him widely, and openly smiling. We love Bildaddy, because he is HAPPY. Genuinely happy with what he's doing. Sure, there are moments of melancholy, but Crawley as Bildad has the distinct air of someone who thinks that he's finally hacked the system. He's happy, because he's NOT doing his job. He's defying heaven and hell at the same time, and he's doing good in the process.

And I've got a distinct feeling that it was working out for him for quite a bit, given that he went out of his way to show Jesus "all the kingdoms of the world" just because he was a carpenter with limited travel opportunities. It goes together with his name change. Not his original, hellish name, but one he gave himself. You can't tell me that what he did with Jesus happened on hell's orders. Sure, he may have spun it to them as a temptation, but what exactly was that going to tempt Jesus into doing by showing him more of God's creation? Just listen to his voice when he's talking about it to Aziraphale. Once again, he's proud of what he's done.

But, sadly, we also know that his Bildad era did not last forever. We see true sadness on him when Jesus is nailed to the cross. After that, just 8 years later, all of that is gone. No real sadness on his face, and no happiness either. In Rome he just looks... burdened. It's the death of Bildaddy. We don't really see him genuinely and wholeheartedly smile after that.

Not for a long time. Until...

So, I am happy to announce: Bildaddy is still in there.

[seven-seas-of-rhye-bread]

A Fate Worse Than Death- Part 1 of ?

Weee okay I've shirked the responsibility of my big girl job this afternoon to work on something that is kind of a mix of a few ideas that lovely readers suggested. There's a few different ways this could go in my head, so I've got some planning to do (suggestions always welcome...)

There will be more than just Geta in this one, so please, if General Acacius and/or Lucius Verus are your faves, STAY IN LINE.

Warning: None so far...?

Disclaimer: ONCE AGAIN-- I am merely a dreamy, horny bitch-- this is not historically accurate besides what google could tell me in the first couple results. I am here for a juicy, slow burning time, not a historically accurate time.

The cart rattled and swayed down the steep road leading into Rome. It carried 10 prisoners, including Aia, from all across the northern part of the empire. It had been a journey full of sickness and hunger, she had lost count of how long they had been traveling-- a month? 2 months?

She could feel the pit in her stomach grow as the view of the Colosseum, once far off in the distance, was getting closer. What would become of her? Aia tried to imagine each fate that could await her and every one she imagined was worse than the last. 

"oh look at this one!" a dirty Roman man clung to the cart and touched her hair.

She tried to hit him but he jumped down quickly upon seeing her fist pull back. Was this to be her life now? Fending for herself at every turn? She fought back tears for the thousandth time since she had been captured. Rome would never see her cry. 

As they approached the city proper, carts of the caravan fell away, until it was only the prisoner carts left. They had made their way to what she assumed was the slave market. Romans dressed in elaborate togas roamed the market place, inspecting slaves like they were pieces of fruit-- it made Aia sick. 

"Alright! Everyone out!" it was the grating voice of her captor, Titus. 

Aia was herded out into the market and made to stand in a line with others that had made the journey with her. Titus grabbed Aia's arm and dragged her through the maze of stalls to a grand tent that stood on the outskirts of the market.

Titus lifted the tent flap and pushed her in.

A man sat back on a divan, nursing a goblet of wine, "Titus! What have you got for me today?" the man stood up and greeted him.

 " Well, Faunus-- this is Albina, a very pretty thing we picked up in Gaul. She was trying to sabotage food stores at a legion outpost up there. She's a feisty one, put up a good fight before we could subdue her. She's quiet though, you won't get much backtalk from her."

It was true, Aia hadn't spoken a word to Titus or anyone else in the caravan for that matter, since she was captured. 

"Albina! Will I see her beauty and radiance when she's... clean?" Faunus asked, surveying her with an air of disgust. 

Titus laughed, " once she's clean, you'll see why I brought her to you!"

Aia's stomach dropped, what was she destined for in Faunus's grip? Why would she need to be beautiful?

 'Well Titus, you have never let me down yet with the women you bring to me-- do we have ourselves a deal? At our usual rate?"

Faunus and Titus shook hands and roared with laughter, like old friends. What had happened to the other women Titus brought to Faunus? Aia was taken to a thermae and ordered to clean herself up, with the help of an attendant and under the watchful eye of Faunus's henchman. In spite of her worries, she allowed herself to enjoy the hot water, the beautiful smelling soaps and oils that the attendant washed and coated her in. However, it was never lost on her the fact of her situation: she was being prepared for someone.

The question was, for whom?

A painful ache of memory found it's way into Aia's mind-- this preparation-- it reminded her of her wedding night. She pushed the memory of that night, and her beloved husband, Dago, out of her mind.

   As the sun set over Rome, Aia was further prepared by one of Faunus's slaves.

She was a kind looking older woman, who smiled sadly at her. She dressed Aia in a beautiful stola and brushed her hair back into a sweeping style. "

Do you know where I'm going?" Aia whispered to the woman, desperate for any hint of what awaited her.  

The woman answered barely above a whisper, "the palace"

"Please do you know anything more of what awaits me?" Aia pleaded.

"Emperor Geta..." the woman whispered singularly. 

So that was her fate: to be a plaything for one of the twin rulers. Aia felt a numbness seep into her being at the thought. Even in Gaul the cruelty of the emperors was widely known. 

Despair wanted to burrow deep inside her, but as scared as she was, she promised herself then and there that Geta would not break her. No matter what happened, she knew who she was, and not Geta, nor anyone in Rome, would cause her to forget herself. 

The door opened suddenly and swiftly, causing both Aia and the old woman to start. It was Faunus barging in, a sickening smile on his face. 

"Titus was certainly right! You were worth every denari, Geta will be pleased!" he exclaimed to himself. 

He grasped Aia's face roughly and looked her in the eyes, "yes...you'll make him a very happy man, I'm sure..." 

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The Imperial palace was an intimidating and domineering presence in the darkness of night, and Aia's heart thumped wildly as Faunus's carriage pulled them along the road up Palatine hill.

" You are not to speak unless spoken to-- which shouldn't be a problem, since you seem to be mute!" he chuckled to himself before continuing, " You will obey Emperor Geta's every command in the instant he states them. You must maintain your beauty, of course you'll have other slaves to assist with that... and don't even think about trying to escape-- this is as much a fortress as it is a palace, and you will be caught-- and severely punished."

The carriage came to a halt and Faunus ordered her out, a guard immediately taking tight hold of her arm. Before the carriage pulled away, Faunus raised a finger towards her, "if you somehow displease Emperor Geta and you tarnish my reputation as a trader... I promise you, I will kill you."

And with that, the carriage disappeared into the night. 

The guard escorted Aia to a back entrance into a kitchen and through several hallways. She was in a maze,-- a beautiful, terrifying maze of marble columns, grand mosaic floors and frescoes at every turn. Incense burned in every corner creating an intoxicating haze that made her slightly dizzy.

They rounded a final corner where a sentry stood outside a magnificent set of doors. The guard released his grip on her arm and walked away, without a single word. 

Aia was now on her own. 

The sentry stepped aside and Aia approached the doors, turning the intricate handle of one and pushing it open with great effort. To her surprise and great relief, the vast room was empty.

The sentry pulled the heavy door closed behind her as she stepped further in. She had never in her life been in the presence of such opulence and it overwhelmed her.

A small pond stood front and center and she could catch the glimmer of small fish in the light cast from the oil lamps; the bed, which seemed to loom ominously to Aia, was larger than any she had seen before, the frame cast in bronze and decorated intricately with mother of pearl. She found herself lost in thought, taking her new surroundings when she heard the creaking sound of the door opening. 

Geta walked in with an air of confidence that Aia found immediately off-putting. He smiled when he saw her and rubbed his hands together as if he was about to devour her.

"You.. are beautiful" he stated singularly, surveying her head-to-toe and up again. He had clearly expected a reaction from her, but Aia stood stock still, mostly out of fear, as much as she would hate to admit it. 

He gave her an amused look, " what is your name?" 

Aia again stood still, not saying a word. Geta stepped towards her and she caught the scent of myrrh.

"Your name." his voice had lost it's amused edge and Aia recalled Faunus's warning.

 "Albina" she answered quietly. 

"Albina" he repeated with a smile, satisfied for at least the moment.

He took a seat in a lavish, carved chair by the pond, not taking his eyes off her. 

"And what corner of this glorious empire are you from?" She could feel her fist clench slightly, a movement that Geta caught.

He met her eyes again and smiled cruelly, " what conquered land are you from?"

" Gaul." 

"Ah, a beauty from Gaul. Faunus always knows how to please me," he exclaimed with a clap that reverberated off the impossibly tall ceilings. She winced at the sound, the nausea and nervousness ever mounting in her stomach. 

"Albina... Albina.." he said to himself as if tasting the name.

He sat up very suddenly and smiled at her, "Now, I venture to guess that as a prize caught in Gaul.. your real name isn't Albina, is it?"

Aia said nothing and kept her face neutral. 

"What is your real name then?"

Aia again said nothing.

 " Tell me your real name, now."

She could see a flush of anger rise in his face as he stared her down. 

"Guard!" he shouted in an instant, causing Aia to nearly jump out of her skin.  

The sentry walked in and Geta beckoned him closer till he was whispering in the guard's ear. She could hear nothing but the sound of her heart beating wildly.

Geta dismissed the guard who then took Aia by the arm, leading her hastily out.

Had she sealed her fate?

Tagging @bridgertonbee1814 and @quuinyoung

Let me know if anyone wants to be tagged for part 2.

[thefirstknife]

Weee!!!!! IKORA CONFIRMED FOR NEXT SEASON!!! This means that Zavala's mention of how Ikora and Eris will make sure to monitor the Savathun situation was a hint. It has to be. Ikora and Eris in my season please. If anything, at least Ikora is confirmed for now.

Also cool new Hive-themed armour! Probably seasonal set or season pass set. Bigger picture without having to go to Twitter:

And of course. The bastard is here. Hello Immaru. No clue what's the area here. Might be the Moon or maybe that one temple of Xivu in the Throne World. I'm partial to it being the Moon, it reminds me of the Shrine of Oryx where we found Crow and "Osiris" in Season of the Hunt. Going back there for Immaru/Savathun again would feel cool. Interesting regardless, I wonder if this is the start of the season already with us negotiating with Immaru right away. He's going to be such a bitch, I can't wait.

The showcase page link as well. Nothing much on there but there's an interesting description:

The Vanguard has rallied, and legends from every corner of the galaxy step forward, lending their bravery to the oncoming conflict. Together, we must travel to a place of new wonders and old memories where the Witness continues its unrelenting corruption, promising oblivion should we not fight. Join us as we prepare for the start of an impossible journey.

A place of "new wonders and old memories" you say? Interesting wording. So far my speculation for the portal space is that it's a place where the Darkness domain of memories and history of the universe can be accessed/interacted with.

[smiley-star]

Prey

(Sfw tickling, tce$t and feti$h ppl, DNI!! THIS ISN'T FOR YOU!! Tw: a bit of teasing (added just in case that's not ur thing!!))

Donnie is in a really, really, really bad Ler mood. As in, almost as bad as the one that resulted in him tickling Leo for six hours, so this was not good.

It gets even worse when his brothers suggest splitting into teams on patrol and Leo starts a harmless game of tag.

Turtle hunting instincts + Massive Ler mood = A disaster.

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Donnie💜

In all honesty, Donnie had been about a minute from dragging Leo to his lab to mercilessly tickle. He hadn't woken up in a Ler mood, but it had built throughout the day as he got frustrated from random parts of his projects and not being able to come up with project ideas.

So the mood had gotten worse and worse. He needed his fingers to tickle at a sensitive spot, it was almost like a stim for him, something to get lost in thought in and relax him. Not to mention improve his mood.

Naturally, with how bad the mood had gotten, he'd been about to literally drag Leo to his lab, but then Raph gathered everyone for a patrol.

So now here he was, on a rooftop with his fingers twitching and in almost the worst Ler mood ever.

And Raph split them into teams.

As the sunset duo ran to patrol a different part of the city, Leo turned to face his twin with a mischievous grin.

“Boop!” Leo said, booping Donnie on the snout, “Tag! You're it!”

Leo immediately bounded off laughing as Donnie processed. And he felt the Ler double. Watching Leo run like he was prey to hunt down and catch.

He is so getting it when I catch him.

Donnie immediately began sprinting after the slider, hearing Leo laughing as he sped up.

Donnie grit his teeth, Leo was the fastest but he was not letting him escape.

His battle shell opened and he launched forward with the jetpack.

Leo turned around and screamed as Donnie rocketed towards him.

Donnie grabbed him by the waist, lifting him in the air and traveling through it.

“WEEE!” Leo cheered, watching the rooftops fly by. Donnie however, was heading somewhere specific.

His scanners detected no one around for a few miles at the abandoned warehouse he landed on.

Leo laughed, “You caught me! But you didn't say tag!” He tried to run, but Donnie kept his hold firm.

“Uh, Dee?” Leo asked awkwardly, turning to face him. And Donnie watched in real time as his eyes widened and he recognized the danger he was in.

“Wahahait!” Leo giggled as Donnie began teasingly tracing his sides with his fingertips, “Deeheehee!”

“Here's the game, ‘Nardo,” Donnie chuckled evilly, “I'm gonna gently trace all your ticklish spots and tease them and you're not gonna laugh.”

“Whehehe- why?” Leo giggled, already giggling from the ticklish teasing from Donnie's fingers tracing and teasing at his sides.

“Because when you do, my true fun will begin~,” Donnie said evilly, one hand tracing Leo's tummy and making him squeal, “And I'm in a tummy tickles mood.”

“Wahahait!” Leo begged, giggling as the hands returned to his sides.

“And I'm gonna tickle your sides nonstop~,” Donnie cooed, “I have the perfect protocol for it, the game starts now!”

Leo immediately snapped his mouth shut, clenching his teeth tightly as Donnie teased his sides. Oh man- it already tickled bad! And the anticipation and how teasingly Donnie was tracing was making it worse.

Donnie grinned evilly, “When you laugh, I'm gonna tickle your sensitive little tummy so much that you can't stop laughing after.”

Leo squirmed, clenching his teeth harder as Donnie's tracing got a bit closer to true tickling.

“And then your sides are gonna be sooo ticklish after, you love your side tickles, right~?” Donnie cooed, remembering how Leo's specific Lee moods always involve him wanting only his sides tickled, “You'll never want anyone to ever help you in that mood again, but me~.”

Leo's resolve and stubbornness was strong, only a few shaky breaths escaping him, and Donnie was starting to grow restless.

He reached down to one of the more sensitive spots on Leo's side, and started tickling it with one finger, wiggling it against the smooth outer shell.

“Wahahahahat-!” Leo squealed, “Deeheeheehehehe! No fahahahahair!’

“Oh~! Was that a laugh I heard?” Donnie chuckled evilly, and four metal arms emerged from his battle shell.

“Dee- we can talk about THIHIHIHIS!’ Leo shrieked as the metal arms yanked his hands up and began mercilessly tickling his sides.

“DEEHEHEHE! YOU CHEEHEHEHEHEATED!” Leo squealed, laughing hysterically as the hands tickled his sides.

“Calling me a cheater?” Donnie shook his head in kick disappointment, “Tsk tsk. Telling lies, I think you deserve a punishment.”

“NOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed as more hands exited the battle shell and began tickling his sides. He had about five on each side, all wiggling their fingers and tickling ruthlessly.

“My turn~!” Donnie cooed, reaching around to start tickling at Leo's tummy.

“NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHRE! NOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHA DEEHEHEHEHE! DOHOHOHONIE!” Leo screamed, throwing his head back from laughter and squirming and thrashing, trying to break out of the hold of the metal arms.

“Fighting too? Really, Leo, you're forcing my hand here,” Donnie said, shaking his head but not bothering to hide the evil grin on his face as he pressed a button on his wrist band.

More hands began tickling Leo's sides, hips, and thighs. Leo lost it. He started screaming out laughter, cackling like crazy.

And then Donnie began tickling at his stomach again, making the laughter worse.

“Does this tickle, Lee~?” Donnie cooed, wriggling his fingers on Leo's sensitive tummy.

“STAHAHAHP-! YOHOHOU- HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo squealed.

Donnie grinned, making all the hands start tickling feather-light, making Leo squeal as it went from unbearable tickling to gentle yet somehow more unbearable.

“DeeHEEEheheEhEE!” Leo squealed.

“What~?” Donnie giggled, “I wanted more time with your ticklish tummy~!”

“Whahahat- HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo shrieked as Donnie started mercilessly tickling his tummy, wiggling his fingers over his plastron and scribbling over it.

The hard tickling compared to the extremely gentle tickling everywhere else made the sensation even more noticeable. And it was on his most sensitive tickle spot, making Leo shriek even more and laughing harder.

“I think I could use some backup,” Donnie chuckled, more robotic hands appearing and joining at tickling Leo's tummy ruthlessly.

“NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHP!” Leo squealed as the new hands tickled the areas Donnie's hands alone couldn't tickle at the same time.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle~!” Donnie cooed, making Leo shriek, “A tickle tickle~!”

“DOHOHOHONIE! TOOHOOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH- HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“I guess you want the others to start up again,” Donnie teased, and all the hands began tickling mercilessly once again.

Leo shrieked, throwing his head back and laughing hysterically. He squealed and snorted and thrashed.

Suddenly, all the hands converged to only tickle his sides, with some specifically tickling at the most sensitive spots on his sides.

“DOHOHIHAHAHAHNNIE-!” Leo squealed, thrashing to escape. He arched, trying to free himself from the torturous yet amazing tickles, but the hands dug in more as he arched.

And then he realized he made another mistake.

Arching revealed parts of his plastron and made it so the hands had more to tickle while he arched.

“HEEHEEHEEHEE SNRT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA-! I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!” Leo squealed as the hands engulfed his sides, tickling relentlessly and somehow managed to tickle more.

“Does it tickle too bad, Leo?” Donnie cooed, tickling Leo's tummy and making him even more tickling. The tingles in his sides doubled at the word.

“NOHOHO-! DOHOHOHN'T SAHAHAHAY IHIHIT!” Leo shrieked, eyes scrunched tight from laughter.

“Aw, but doesn't this just tickle your fancy~?”

“DEHEEHEEE!”

“What!? You don't want me to say ticklish? Or tickling? Or tickled? Or tickles?” Donnie cooed teasingly, leaning up towards Leo more as he began tickling his tummy harder, “Or is it tickle? Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~!”

“DEEEHEHEHHE!” Leo squealed, squirming as the hands finally moved, but each moved to its original spot by tickling him on it way down.

“I warned you,” Donnie chuckled, “But you laughed, giggles.” He tickled at Leo's tummy harder, making the slider squeal and snort.

After about two hours of relentless, merciless tickling, Donnie finally withdrew the robotic arms and let Leo slink to the ground.

“Well?” Donnie chuckled as Leo hugged his sides and giggled on the ground.

“Yoohohohohou- hahahahah! Suhuhuhuck!” Leo giggled, the phantom tickling intense.

Donnie laughed, “I came up with so many new project ideas and solutions. And you look wrecked.”

Leo giggled, shaking his head and rubbing at his sides.

“I bet you'll come to me next time for side tickles,” Donnie teased as Leo began giggling harder at the word, “I bet you feel so ticklish, can still feel my tickling tickles~!”

“Stahahahap sahahahahaying it!” Leo squealed, hugging at his sides harder.

In the end, Leo ended up still going to Mikey for his side tickle Lee moods, because when Mikey found out Leo had gone to Donnie instead. . .he was ruthless.

[winterchimez]

Redemption of Love - Prologue

SUMMARY: Choi Chanhee—better known as the Phantom of the Opera, has dominated the Paris Opera House with his lifelong partner, Christine Daae, for years. Until one fateful day, an incident forces them to be separated and never to be reunited again.

Decades later, you have begun your journey here at the famous opera house with the help of your fiancé, Lee Sangyeon. After several performances, it was then that you would come face-to-face with the renowned phantom himself, and he is determined to never let you go again, convinced that you were his long-lost partner whom he has not seen in many years.

It is now your choice to make. To give your heart to the once-forgotten phantom? Or to stand firm and marry the love of your life.

PAIRING: phantom of the opera Chanhee x singer f!reader x fiancé Sangyeon

GENRE & WARNINGS: phantom of the opera au, angst, supernatural, thriller, crime, fluff, time travel, reincarnation, major & minor character deaths, otome, pg-13

WORD COUNT: 661

A/N: and she is finally here!! weee im so so excited to kick start off the series yall 🤩 anyways i hope this prologue has somehow served as a good start to the series & i can't wait to bring yall the rest of the chapters to come 😚

September 1881

Flames. 

That was the only thing within Chanhee’s sight as the blazing inferno surrounded him. But it did not start like this, at least from a few hours ago. 

It was an ordinary day at the Paris Opera House. Tonight was the finale of the current ongoing show of the season, Romeo & Juliet, which the entire town had been enthusiastic about for months. Since it was the finale, the hall was filled more than two times the usual norm of attendees. 

However, perhaps it was karma, or someone decided to sabotage the performance as the rope tied tight above the ceiling to keep the chandelier in place was slit. 

Throughout the performance, the chandelier's weight seemingly became too heavy for the rope to keep it in place, and finally came crashing down onto the stage during the climax. 

Almost immediately, the flames from the chandelier candles started spreading across the wooden stage, eventually leading up to the curtains on both sides of the stage and the entire opera house. 

Everyone was frantic as they ran, screaming at the top of their lungs, trying their best to push against one another to head straight out to the exit. It was only a matter of time before the smoke started engulfing each of the attendees and the performers’ airways, where it got increasingly hard to breathe by the minute. 

As Chanhee was the appointed master of the opera house, he was responsible for ensuring that everyone evacuated safely. 

This included his long-time lover, the best singer in the opera house’s history, Christine Daae.

She was the first person Chanhee immediately jumped to rescue as the chandelier dropped down directly onto the stage. After ensuring she was safe and unharmed, he also elicited her help to ensure everyone was evacuated from the building. 

With the help of both of them, they managed to get everyone outside of the building within twenty minutes, leaving them the last of the bunch to stay behind to deal with the inferno that was increasingly becoming out of hand by the minute. 

“Chanhee, please, get out of there! We have to go!” Christine shouted as one of the pillars came crashing down in front of them, separating them as they were blocked on each side. 

“No, Christine. You should leave first. This is my opera house, and I am responsible for dealing with this mess.”

“But please—You know how well this is all too much for us to handle!”

Immediately, Chanhee tried his best to come close as he reached both of his hands out to cup Christine’s face, resting his forehead against hers. 

“My love, you know that I would do anything to save this precious place of mine, and you know how much this building means to me. So I will stay behind to deal with this, and don’t you worry, for I will make sure that we will meet each other again real soon.”

Chanhee used his thumbs to wipe away the tears falling down her beautiful face and gave her a quick peck on the lips, trying his best to savour the moment as if it were his last. 

“Promise me. We will find each other someday. And that I will always love you, no matter what. So please, go, now.” 

Christine nodded as she returned the kiss to Chanhee. “I promise. I will come to find you if that’s the last thing I’ll do.”

With that, Chanhee lets her go as she turns her heel back and runs out for the door before another pillar comes crashing down, fully blocking the only exit from the building.

Chanhee then turns his heel back in the opposite direction, he walks into the burning flames, hoping to save his beloved place that he has worked tirelessly to build up over the past two decades. 

Little did they know that this was the last time they would cross paths and never hear from each other again. 

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Sam/Dean x Brother!reader - together again

I was wondering if I could request Sam and Dean Winchester x Male reader who's there older brother by maybe a couple years? Their older brother has always been more independent and took to hunting quickly, he was always running off on his own hunting monsters and scaring the shit out of their dad lol. After years of not seeing their brother (though he did make sure to stay in touch) they get their asses saved by reader and get a lil family reunion between the brothers - @xweirdo101x 💜

Sitting in the bar, you sipped your drink as you celebrated a completed hunt, trying to figure out what to do with yourself now.

You weren’t sure when the next hunt was going to be, so you decided you would just travel around a little until you had something to do.

You knew your brothers were nearby on a hunt, so you debated swinging by to lend a hand since they said they’d see you when they finished.

Finishing your drink, you set some money on the counter and stood up, looking at your phone you found the town they were in and decided to head there.

You weee bored and wanted something to do.

They were on a hunt so an extra set of hands couldn’t hurt.

Thankfully it wasn’t far, only a few hours and pulled up to their motel and walked to the room they said they were staying in and knocked on the door.

It didn’t open and you sighed, putting out your phone trying to call them both but neither of them answered and you frowned.

Your hunter instincts were telling you was something wrong, so after looking around you picked the lock and let yourself into the room.

Closing the door, you started to look around.

“What did you two morons get into…?” You mumbled to yourself.

You looked through papers and books and found Sam’s laptop, so you sat down and looked through it, using it to access his phone.

You weren’t just good at hunting, you were good anything related to technology as well.

Writing down the last known location of his phone, you left the room and jumped back into the car to get there as soon as possible.

You didn’t know what they were hunting so you decided to play it safe, taking a couple of guns, and your demon blade you slowly started to make your way towards the building.

It was already cleared, so you wondered what was taking so long, and it made sense when you saw them pinned to the wall by a demon.

Hiding behind the wall, you slowly raising the demon blade and just waited.

“Hey ugly bitch!” You yelled.

The demon spun around and you jumped out throwing the blade, lodging it in the demons chest.

Your brothers fell to the ground and you walked over, picking the demon blade up, you tossed it in your hand a few times.

“How’d your find us?” Sam asked.

“Hacked your phone.” You grinned.

Dean chuckled and pulled Sam up, both of them walking over and hugged you, and you hugged them back, leading them out of the building.

You all went back to the place you were saying, and you went into their room, sitting on the bed.

“Why’re you here?” Dean asked.

“Can’t a guy come see his brothers?” You asked.

Dean walked over with a beer and Sam walked back into the room with some food in his hands and set it all on the bed.

You looked so different from them, but they could recognise you anywhere.

Dean looked at you, seeing the scars running along the side of your face, from your temple down to your jaw and you noticed his staring.

“Werewolf, think I was 16 at the time.” You replied.

“Dad let you hunt alone?” Sam asked.

“Nah, he just didn’t really care at the same time.”

You told your brothers about what you had been up too, telling them about all the monsters you came across and what you found along the way.

They listened and told you about some of the stuff that they had been doing as well, letting you know about Cas and Crowley.

“Here.”

You tossed your wallet at them, letting them open it and they saw a photo of you stood with with them when they were younger.

“You still have it?” Sam asked shocked.

“Course I do Sammy.”

He smiled and tossed the wallet back over and you put it back in your pocket.

You hadn’t seen them for a while, and you were always worried about them, so to see your brothers so happy and healthy and okay it made you feel better

[thereisnolumos]

Unpopular opinion time:

I keep seeing people on TikTok crying for Simon to be recast, because Rege doesn't want to be in Bridgerton anymore but Simon and Daphne "need" to be in it

No. No, they do not

First of all - recasting is bad 90% of the time and works only when the original wasn't that good or wasn't a developed character. None of this applies to Rege's portrayal of Simon. Hell, Bridgerton took of as it did BECAUSE Rege was so fantastic as this character and had fantastic chemistry with Phoebe. You can't just recast any other tall black actor and think that'll do it

Second - Simon and Daphne both have NOTHING to offer to the story further. They had their love story, they're happily married and are currently raising their own family. Their estate is canonically far from London, so they can't just come whenever, with their kids and all. More than that - they have not a single reason to come to London during the social season. They don't have a daughter that needs to find a husband, and Daphne's sisters are not their responsibility in that regard. Like it or not, but Simon and Daphne have their own, SEPARATE family. Simon canonically stated to dislike London during the social season, why would he even want to subject himself to it, unless he absolutely had to? "But Daphne likes balls!" Yes, and she can throw her own at their estate outside of social season, as she stated to wish to do in season 1

I believe the vehemence of some fans over this has come from the fact that Kate and Anthony are present for season 3. So of these two can be there, why not the Bassets?! Kate and Anthony are Bridgertons. They're literally the heads of that family. Anthony now has two sisters out in society, both of whom need to be chaperoned to the balls, introduced to suitors etc. Of course Violet and Kate would share the responsibilities in this. And Anthony is literally the Vicount, with many family business to attend to, so that's where he's at - with his family. But Simon and Daphne are not and were never supposed to be a part of Bridgerton family in the same capacity as Kate had become. They're beloved relatives, no doubt, but they have THEIR OWN FAMILY

The only moment where I think Simon was really missing, was at Anthony's failed wedding. But then again, Simon is a Duke. He's a Duke of an estate that has canonically been left in a disarray and had problems with crops that probably wouldn't be solved in one year turn. They just needed to address it more directly in season 2, that he had an urgent estate business to attend to. After all, that wedding WAS on a too short notice

I can't understand why so many fans decided that if Bassets aren't present with Bridgertons during the summer, it means they don't see them at all. In season 2 we weee all shown that all of Bridgertons have met Auggie before we first met him, even Colin who's constantly at travels. The detective work isn't that hard here. The series notoriously only takes place during the summer because of the social season. We're not shown what's going on the rest of the year but it's SO EASILY DEDUCED I can't!

In conclusion: no, Simon should not ever be recast. His and Daphne's character arcs have been perfectly finished and they're happy together, raising their family in the country as they wanted. They visit Bridgertons a lot off screen, when everyone is free to do so. Would I like some appearances? Sure, they'd be lovely, Simon and Daphne are my favorite Bridgerton couple and season 1 will always be superior for me. But those appearances would just be lovely nod to the fans, because they don't have any further storyline to offer. And such appearances wouldn't mean anything with a recasted Duke. Rege is the only Duke of Hastings that can ever be

[adultswim2021]

HIGH-ATE-US

Hey, everyone. It's me, your erstwhile blogster. Sorry or not updating this blog for months. Things got "real weird", as they like to say in the UK. But now is the time to resume my bad life's bad work: blogging about all of Adult Swim (within reason). Umm... here we go! (I am doing an insulting gay-voice when I italicize)

It is thanksgiving. I cooked myself a nice big steak and decided to get high for the first time in a while. Really! It has actually been a while! I mostly just been doing low-dose THC CBD gummies to manage anxiety, and have not touched my more potent "fun" edibles in months. The CBD ones sorta work? I haven't intentionally highed-myself in a big while, and me being high is your big boon: in this state I have decided to come back here and start posting again. I need to get back into writing. It may still save my life yet... (sigh!)

I am watching old Letterman clips (from 1985; Milos Foreman is talking about god-knows-what). Old Letterman is very soothing to me. It is one of the first shows I ever fell in love with. I am keeping a text list of my favorite bits from a big collection of clips that I cut up into chronological order so one could roughly experience the timewarp effect of watching not only an old thing, but a lot of the same old thing in chronological order as some facsimile of time travel, or express some desire to live a parallel life where I am the same age I currently am now, but it's the 1980s. I can't be a kid again? Okay, fine. But can't I at least continue being an adult in some other time? I have be here RIGHT NOW? NO. THAT SUCKS.

why I'm trying to keep track of my favorite bits have to do with some absolutely delusional idea that I have, where I create some kind of monument to some idea of an all-encompassing television canon that I have. I'm too embarrassed to speak of it in depth, because it is truly loser shit. It isn't exactly this, but it is close to it in some spiritual way: imagine ranking every single comedy sketch you've ever seen. Is there a website that lets you do this.

I yearn for a simpler life where I live an era where physical media perfection was laserdisc, and you had to spend over $100 on a movie if Criterion happens to be the ones releasing it. That is to say, I'm in a pretty good, fairly productive mood. Let's face it: pontification is stimulating, and sadly, it's been a long while since I've felt STIMULATED. Let's take the old thinking cap out for a spin shall weee!

This post is not an episode recap, but it is me catching up on all my mails that piled up during my "real weird" exile. Some messages may be very old/irrelevant and I'm sorry if I can't answer them correctly. I will do my best.

snusuwiwjs asked:

Have you watched Jellystone S3E14 - Space Con?

I saw the RELEVANT CLIPS. This show looks very fun. I haven't been watching it for some reason. Too busy watching old Letterman. I watch stuff that doesn't require me to sit down and ACTIVELY watch it because I moved and don't have a nice big TV yet, because logistical issues persist (I received "TV Money" from my parents in the form of a Target gift card and buying the TV I want from them would require a third party such as u-haul because for some fucked up reason they won't deliver large televisions). I watch everything on a computer monitor, and I stray towards podcast and youtube junk as a result of that.

I have issues with procrastinating, too, so it's taken me this long just to get myself a couch, a laptop table for use with a couch, and a coffee table for nearby supplies and devices. I am in a very slow-moving phase lately. Pray for me that it ends soon. Anyway, I wasn't pissed off about Jellystone recasting Zorak and Moltar, unless they were going to try and have them voice Coast to Coast versions of them.

Sorta related: I have an idea for a Space Ghost finale, that would be in book-form, and I don't know if it'd be inappropriate to try and give the IP-holders in charge the idea for it, and also I think it is lame and embarrassing to have ideas for things like this when you're not actually in charge of this type of decision-making. It makes me almost worse than a fan-fiction writer. I on some level imagine myself in a pitch room saying this stuff, and that is objectively gay.

I am just going to talk about that here, because fuck it. It would be a post show-biz memoir from Space Ghost, at least by the cover that's what it'd look like. Then the memoir part (which is insane and full of very untrue sounding things) ends abruptly, because Space ghost didn't know how to fill up the required page length. So the book switches gears to make up for that, and it becomes an in-character oral history of the show, with the characters talking about the making of the show, focusing on fictional installments of the show, the conceit being that there are episodes of Coast to Coast that never aired on Earth.

Because you're describing all new-episodes, you could get famous people to riff out a fake talk show scenario they supposedly experienced in one of these unseen episodes. The cornerstone of this section of the book will be the characters describing the finale of Coast to Coast. Maybe they honor Toonami canon and have Moltar depart the galaxy, never to be hard from again. Oh yeah the book would also go out of it's way to include this as is the in-universe reason that Moltar's sections in the oral history are all specifically said to be from archival sources and attributed to previous publications, like he wasn't interviewed specifically for the book.

I do not have actual story ideas for this. Just concepts. I am sorry if you thought there'd be more. I am just describing a Space Ghost book that I would be very excited to read. Anyway, that section of the book ends and then there's a series of all-black pages with white text, resembling adult swim bumpers. They read: "Space Ghost and co. are not real. They're not even human; they're cartoons. Some of the things they do would cause a person to get hurt, expelled, arrested, possibly deported. To put it another way: don't try this at home."

Then the rest of the book will be an actual making-of the real show, like an for-real oral history (and there will be glossy pages with cool Space Ghost art and behind-the-scenes photos), and then the cornerstone of THAT section will be a big list of every guest star they could possibly ask or piece together anecdotally what every guest star on the show thought of their episode after it aired. Give Sean Medlock an entire page to vent.

THAT IS MY IDEA FOR A SPACE GHOST BOOK AND I HOPE THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE ACCESS TO THAT PARTICULAR IP READ THIS AND STEAL ALL OF THESE IDEAS (please let me come to one pitch meeting for it)

Here's another from snusuwiwjs!

Oh hey, you watched Barenaked Ladies! Honestly that’s the only GameTap episode I liked. It is also the only one I watched because I got baited by the title. Anyway, you said there was a Fox fakeout promo for Family Guy on Adult Swim, but I don’t think I could find anything? All reuploads only show the Adult Swim bump, so it would be nice if you could show some proof, mister.

Found a reupload here! Barenaked Ladies is the closest the Gametap episodes came to feeling like a real episode.

I’m sorry to jump ahead, but are you keeping up with the apparent falling-out between Eric Andre and his writing partner Dan Curry over Johnny Knoxville? Curry alleges Knoxville tased him like a week into that ABC prank panel show that Knoxville and Andre were part of, causing Curry a broken bone, and Curry further claims Andre told him not to make a big deal about it. He also claims Andre canceled some of their book tour over this dispute.

I didn't know Eric Andre would ever accuse someone of being a drama queen. I have not followed this, I'm not sure I care about it though just sayin!!! I respect you with peace and love but I don't now if I can have an opinion about this. I need to receive a big check from my car insurance before I can start thinking about stuff like that. I am sorry, but some parts of my brain are simply on hold right now.

Another from snusuwiwjs

member the antenna episode of athf? it’s kind of sad how adult swim fucked their employees over, isn’t it? george, clay, andy were often portrayed as living in the dumps and looking for a job, but it isn’t too far from truth, is it?

No it is not far from the truth at all! It is very sad. The elites ruling over us are denying us god's grace and we must become evil and violent towards them soon. I am parroting something frequent mail-bagger KON said to me while chatting in PRIVATE CHANNELS: They really should just do a Jellystone spin-off with that iteration of Brak. Or "The Calarts Brak Show" as he called it. Get Andy out of those trucks. Somebody could get hurt in those things.

simpsons

That's nice slugger... (BIGGEST EYEROLL IN THE UNIVERSE)

From KON, who is actually just a character I do:

it's time for the blog to come back

No Kon! NOT YET

janeane garofalo in the cable guy

I once had a phase where I tried to become a Janeane completist and I watched all of her movies I think up to MATCHMAKER, which was too bad to bear and made me stop doing that. I still love her. I wish that I could meet her. I had a very good chance once and I let it slip by me. I should maybe attend one of her standing-up comedy engagements, if she still does that.

If anybody has a copy of that Mr. Show commercial where she's dressed like a mallrat and mary lynn rajskub does the Macar-anus but it's an actual HQ video taped from TV and not a guy pointing their phone at the TV screen please let me know.

There are a small number of Promos for Mr. Show that have not been collected on DVD. I want them all! GIVE ME THEM! (the series of ones where they jump through paper hoops for season 4, for example). Also I do not have a nice copy of the season 2 best-of, which was supposed to bet put on DVD but wasn't. That's the one where they are doing a news conference.

i have a special late-breaking scoop just for you: Justin Roiland has passed. he's gone, for good. you have my blessing to inform your readers of this JUICY story

Goodbye Justin Roiland! We loved your funny video games and rabble-rousing rhetoric on bluesky. I hope you thrive in him/he-aven

happy "jimmy carter gets to vote for kamala harris day" to those who celebrate. which adult swim chars do you think are cheering him on :)

Everyone in town is expected to turn out

FROM KON:

Blog's gotta be coming back any day now

♪♫ OH, KON... :D ♪♫

[oasisofgalaxies]

who Is Rhodes

tell me all of the things

HEHEHE OK

This is Rhodes, aka Riley Caboose, aka Spartan P-011, aka Agent Rhodes Island! Shes a mix between a Halo oc and a Red vs Blue oc!! She’s my beloved baby girl and the only thing stronger than herself is the guilt on her shoulders !!!!!

She was abducted inducted into the Spartan 2.5 program (look the mortality rate between II and III dropped from 56% to ~0% that technological leap had to come from somewhere) at age six along with her brother, Caboose, age five. She grew up in the program and they both graduated. In their third mission as full Spartans they were cryo’d for a trip and that’s when Everything Went Wrong !!

This part I’m still ironing out but the essential idea is that the ship they were cryo’d in was attacked or tampered with causing the onboard systems to “defrost” Rhodes as she was the mission’s leader. She was doing a check when whatever was fucking things up made itself VERY known. Through a series of terrible events she ended up being the only one surviving that mission. I have a very strong mental image of her floating outside the ship in her suit watching it slowly explode. And just watching in horror because her men are on that ship. Her brother is on that ship.

Anyways I have no idea how Caboode survived that and I’ll figure it out eventually but Rhodes thinks he’s dead and it’s all her fault! Yay! Anyways years pass and weee Project Freelancer hurrayyyy! There she meets Agent Arizona, Ari for short, and they immediately become friends! Just kidding Rhodes is a brick wall friendship wise because she’s terrified of vulnerability and becoming attached to people. Ari does not care and takes this as a personal challenge. Eventually Rhodes sorta warms up to her but it takes. Fucking forever.

Anyways during PFL she meets Lambda, the AI assigned to her! Lambda is the Patience fragment! They’re the grey figure floating on her shoulder in the first picture! (By the way, Ari gets Xi, who’s Curiosity!) They get along fine, but they become friends after PFL once Rhodes opens up more. Shes. Very cagey still. Poor thing.

Anyways PFL goes to shit and Ari loses an arm in the crash. Rhodes carries her for forever, fighting off the Meta while they’re going, until they reach some kind of outpost and are able to get Ari medical attention. Everything sucks and they travel for a while, not knowing what to do with themselves. At some point in this part which isn’t really fleshed out too much, they discover that they’re actually sisters!

So when Rhodes was little, she was the ringleader of her trio of siblings among the many she had. Rhodes was the oldest, Caboose was the middlest, and Ari was the youngest. Ari was a pretty sickly kid so Rhodes and Caboose took care of her. When Rhodes and Caboose were taken, she didn’t believe the flash clones that replaced her siblings were, well, her siblings. So she’s been searching for them ever since and one of them was right under her nose this entire time!

Anyways Ari wants to look for Caboose but Rhodes has to break it to her that he’s dead. Again this part isn’t very fleshed out but either way they somehow end up on Chorus because the tractor beam of fate decreed it. They end up there and realize, oh fuck, this planet is in the middle of a civil war. Rhodes is immediately hellbent on helping these people because this is the thing she was literally made to. So they become. Actually now that I think about it, opposites of Felix and Locus. They split up, Ari going to Armonia and Rhodes to Mirage. They keep in touch and discuss ways to help reunite the two warring factions. Here they meet the Red and Blues, they find Caboose, SO many tears are shed, and yeah!

That’s. A super brief summary of her backstory and I still left out so much even tho it’s so fucking long I am so sorry

TL;DR Rhodes/Riley is a person who was abducted into the Spartan program along with her brother, eventually became a freelancer after the believed death of her brother, and finds her siblings and also her sense of humanity along the way!!

A huge part of her story is remembering how to be a person after the program. She has the “I’m just a weapon and a tool” mentality to struggle with and OH BOY DOES SHE STRUGGLE. But with help from Ari and Caboose and the friends she makes along the way she learns how to be a person again :) and how to be happy!!!!!!

Oh also she is a car guy. She loves working on cars and vehicles in general it’s her specialty !!

I love her so much she is everything to me !! Also fun fact I associate her with lions a lot

^ Rhodes fr

[antihero6912]

Resolutions

Hereee weee gooo again. December 28th, 4 days away from 2023. Holy crap.

This year flew by and at the same time it didn’t.

Anyway, same procedure as every year: here’s what I’m hoping for in 2023:

- above all: health. For me, my mom, my family, my friends. I hope each and every single one of us is staying healthy. Praying for my mom to finally stop drinking and being the healthiest version of herself that she can be, so we can have the best year with lots of travel and amazing experiences :) 

- plan the for me most perfect wedding and try not to do what other people expect or want me to do

- get married in the summer and have a party in our backyard with our closest friends.

- get married in September in the church that I grew up with and have the most amazing day afterwards. I hope we will remember it forever for all the amazing reasons and that everybody has the best time. Let’s also hope for only a little bit of stress for everyone involved lol.

- Lots of money haha! But really though, let’s hope for people to be nice with giving gifts so I don’t stress as much with how the heck I am going to afford all the jazz

- Honeymooooooooooon: good weather, good food, lots of alcohol, lots of what married people do and just the greatest time with just my then hubby and I

- Play Tennis in a team and have the best time

- Do lots of Sports

- Have the best time with my entire family on the AIDA in April. I can’t wait for all of us to travel together and see the warmth areas of europe :) 

- stop taking birth control. like for real.

- celebrate my 30th birthday

- ask for a raise towards the end of the year

- go on 10 business trips and see the most of Germany

I reaaaaaally wanna enjoy this year as much as possible as my last year in my 20s. Not thrilled about the big 3 but so excited for what’s about to come the next year :) Really manifesting the best year ever with my entire family happy and healthy by my side and overall just positive vibes surrounding us. And the patience to handle my work and the obstacles thrown at me lol.

Let’s do this 2023!

[thattimdrakeguy]

for what it's worth, you're not alone with feeling like this for dc comics nor the upcoming movies. I lost 99% of my interest in the dceu too when I saw the line up and I've seen a fair few others express the same. I'm mostly just having fun going through the old comics atp and appreciating what I've always loved about the universe, but I'm not about to settle for mediocrity just to fit in to dc's current fandom. celebrating what we enjoy and leaving the rest seems a good way to move forward

I genuinely thought James Gunn was gonna fix some stuff up, 'cause I loved his Guardians of the Galaxy, and laughed hysterically at all the jokes in The Suicide Squad no matter how immature a lot of it was. So I thought 'Oh, okay so this is great'.

Losing Henry Cavill sucked, but ya know, I don't feel like a strange one thinking "Well, if everyone's being recast I guess that makes sense."

Now it's just "Well, okay, fuck you James Gunn. I love your movies that I've seen so far, but also fuck you. This new shit is insulting"

If the movies end up being a big success, I won't be surprised. I know most people don't really give a shit about characterization. You can literally write the characters as anything and little shit-munchers will do some mental gymnastics to defend it. It really doesn't matter.

But oof I've just had enough. I blocked a lot of stuff on Twitter, so I won't even get updates on anything anymore. I'll check out the casting and costumes probably, but anything beyond the Superman project, which I must admit I do have an interest in, because I feel like that could still be good, I'm checking out of.

Then with the comics it's like, oh boy, Tom Taylor? Woo-weee, can't wait to read severely out of character characters people praise because it did a lot of fan service no matter if it makes sense or not.

Like what is it, and modern comic book writers, and being unable to successfully write a satisfying book that gives something people wanna buy without relying on out of character fandom shit? Are they that incapable.

Dick's just a sitcom character, you wouldn't even recognize him if you were a time traveler that came from back when Dick was actually treated seriously, like who he was as a specific character mattered.

Tim's stuck in someone's fan fiction--like him calling Damian his baby brother? Bernard looking like that? That thin writing? Hahahaha give me a damn break, it's sooooo freaking bad. And his comic is so ugly. I know that artist would be perfect for something else, but not Tim, jeezus.

I was pretty excited when I thought Tim was going to be gay, because in my head I assumed it really took someone that new Tim's character well, and saw all the moments other gay people did that really connected to them and their experiences and let them relate to him.

Instead nah, it's instead "I really shipped Tim and Conner, and I wasn't sure if they let me do Conner. So I heard about Bernard, I don't know much about him, but he'll do I guess". Like there is no shame what so ever.

I don't even have a clue what's going on with Jason but I don't care, 'cause he hasn't been a good character since Under The Hood. I'm not down this this retconned filled copycat they've been peddling for over a decade. I want the actually interesting, stand-out Jason that had some of the biggest potential for character arcs. Not the one they fucked up time and time again.

Batgirls sucks. Like admittedly I haven't read it, but come on, don't pretend like enough hasn't been shared for it to be obvious. I know the characters well enough. There's a difference between 'Bad Faith' and 'Their is literally a massive gaping flaw right fucking there, look at it'. It has ruined them for the time being. I don't need to buy the entire sofa to inspect it further, when the massive coffee stain is RIGHT fucking THERE.

Damian hasn't been a consistently good character since Morrison. I seriously don't care what anybody says. If you have to put the character in situations and moments that would never happen or make no sense to make them likable, I think you're a bad writer, because fuck off, the original Damian as he grew was a great character, and I'm not here for this babified version made to appeal to the easiest common dominator. There is a difference between a character growing and just being out of character. I heard his solo wasn't that bad with him, but I still have no interest in it regardless.

So I can't read any of the Bat-Family. I thought about reading 'Batman' 'cause I heard after that really messy, badly paced, awkwardly written first arc it got better. But then again, I heard Teen Titans (2003), Tom Taylor's literally anything, Steph's Batgirl run, Super Sons and Red Hood and the Outlaws were all good, and those were some of the most frustrating reads of my life because they all changed the characters so much, or bad some of the most logic-less decisions that I was at a total lost at what made people like them.

I wanna read a comic the same way I enjoy a movie or TV franchise. Enjoy the stories, characters, arcs, and simply being able to enjoy it.

Reading and going "Okay that makes no sense" or "They so wouldn't do that" again and again feels like being grounded and punished.

Plus, old comics aren't even flawless, not that something has to be for me to like it. But when I read it so much that the flaws start sticking out more, then I'm making myself miserable again.

Like I used to be able to read Dixon's Robin run despite his shitty way of being, because it was good, and it still is, but those moments were Dixon projects parts of his own personality into the characters stick out to me way more now.

And the way fan's treat Bart made me too sad to read the good part of Impulse, and Cassie never had a solo I liked.

At least the mighty Ultimate Spider-Man is there, that never fails. But all this other stuff has me timid to read it.

--

Apologies for the rant and all, but all things considered what else do people do on Tumblr? Have polite conversation?

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And for a long time just trying to share what I liked was enough for me, but I think I literally eventually simply said all I could say, and I felt I was repeating myself for ages.

Then there was seeing other fans just be total weirdos and lie about what happened, or at the very least stretch and hide details of the truth, just to make their favorite or what ever look better just to make people believe their desires:

Which is fucking creepy. Yeah you, who does that, in the event that you read this, it's fucking weird. Who does that, and why? Move onto something you actually like you kraken.

It's inevitable I might remake old posts for the sake of newer people, because some of the best vibes I've ever had was when I was making long informational posts for people to learn about the characters in easy to understand direct ways.

It satisfied my Autism and got me some praise, and compliments that made me feel like "Hey that mental thing I have isn't all bad!"

But when the people who used to care about that kind of stuff stops, and you're eventually left alone. It's pretty much back to the bottom for me, and my mental quirks are back to being a thing that causes me to be yelled at, by people who don't understand how I actually function.

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I don't understand Ben 10 Alien Force in hindsight, why is everyone so different in a way that doesn't seem plausible within 5-seemingly-uneventful-for-the-most-part-years.

It felt like more of a reboot then the actual reboot looking back at it. And I loved it as a kid, and would probably still love reading it, but I feel like people don't talk about that enough.

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Also the Eleventh Doctor makes me sad because I felt like he could've been the best, but when he stopped being "Old Quirky, formerly senile man in a young energetic intellectual body" and started treated more like a child it sort of ruined him. How you gonna give him moments where he's treated like the ultimate bad ass, he's just quirky, and then completely drop all of that to make him a joke. That's sad.

--

I also like WWE, but can't think of anything to say besides I think Roman Reigns is the worst part of the Bloodline and that he'd be better not being champion, because he doesn't make the titles feel like they truly matter. They're set decorations, rather than a plot point that feels important anymore.

Love the Sami stuff, and Roman's character work, but his matches without someone against him that's super great are really boring ignoring any storyline shenanigans that happen in them. It's a drag to have to wait to those moments.

[eagle-raider]

For those reading Eye of the Beholder: chapter 25 is in my beta's hands :D

No update this weekend though. Maybe the next one!

(You'll like it, I promise.)

(or maybe not.)

(Who knows. )

(I do.)

[fahhhhq]

Never Say Never - Part 5

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (Fem)

WaRnInGs: Explicit content and imagery. Sex. (Don’t read if you’re not mature enough to handle hot and heavy situations😛)

Summary: The connection between you and Henry is indescribable, but will both of you continue with what you’re doing or will your fear of everything get the best of you.  

Thank you for reading, whoever reads this. Love you, my babies🤍

              To be honest, you had never had sex in a shower, and you would be lying if that wasn’t the best sex you had had in your life. After both you and Henry had the most amazing orgasms, you finished washing yourselves. You grabbed some towels for both of you, you wrapped a towel around your head and around your body, but convinced Henry to do the same to his hair, after you teased him.

“Come on, it’s just you and me,” you poke at his side as he dries himself.

He wraps a towel around his waist and stands behind you, both of you looking into the mirror, “Fine.”

“Weee,” you say excitedly and grab a clean towel and turn to him expectantly. Instead, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head like a dog when you get close to him. “Henry!” you squeal and grin.

He laughs and stops, “Fine.” He whips his head forward and you wrap the towel around his hair. He lifts and he looks adorable, but sexy as fuck.

“Oh my, god, you look fucking cute,” you excitedly say and run to the room and grab your phone. You run back to the bathroom and he is waiting for you with a hand on his hip, smiling. “Pose,” you say grinning and he does. He mimics flipping his hair back and he cannot hold back his laughter, and neither can you.

“The things you make me do,” he sauntered towards you and you do not move. You were still not used to him wanting to touch and hug you all the time, because you were not a very touchy-feely person, but that was changing every time Henry touched you.

“What else should I make you do,” you fake a thinking face. When he got close you, you set your phone down and place your hands on his taut stomach and travelled up to his chest. You did not like hairy men, but for some reason, you thought this man was perfect, hairy and all. His body was trim, and his height added a menacing demeanor that drove you crazy.  His broad shoulders and chest were glistened under the bathroom lights like if he had been lying in the sun for hours.

Henry grabs your chin with his finger and his lifts your head, “You can make me do whatever you want, and I’d still say, ‘what else?’”

You look straight into his sapphire eyes and he is serious. Your heart teeters. Your only response is to give him a no holds bar kiss. Your lips fit perfectly to his. He gives a hungry moan, and he hugs you harder towards him. You know your lips are swollen from so much making out, but nothing compares to kissing this man.

You moan into his mouth and he separates from you and gives you a warning look, “If you keep making sounds like those, I’ll be tempted to make this last all night.”

You giggle and bite your lip, “No, I’m sooo sensitive, if you would of touch me right now, I’d come in ten seconds.” You do not care if it was too much information, it was the truth.

He pecks you lips, “Fine, but I’m not responsible for what happens in the morning.” He winks at you and slaps your ass before exiting the bathroom. You are left with your mouth agape and speechless. You walk out and he’s putting on his briefs, the towel still in his head. The muscles in his back moving with every movement he makes. You just stare and try to not get wet, again. You grab the boxers and tank you were wearing before Henry discarded them and put them on. Henry turns off the light from his side of the room, lays under the blankets and motions for you to join him.

“Wait, you’re sleeping here?” you didn’t mean to sound so surprised; you were more excited than anything.

He does not seem offended, he just gifts you a cheeky closed-lip smile, displaying his dimple and nods, “Is that ok?”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Fine, but just because I like you.” He grins and you playfully stick out your tongue at him. “I’ll be back,” You go to the bathroom and do your nightly routine. Just because Henry was waiting for you in bed, that didn’t mean you were going to set aside your beauty regime. You dry and put oils in your hair, moisturize your face and body and make sure you smell nice.

You walk into the bedroom and Henry is already tucked in without the towel in his hair and checking something on his phone. You close the drapes, turn off the lights and get in bed like if you had gotten ready for bed with Henry a million times before.

“I’m so freaking tired,” you say as you scooch over to him. He wraps an arm behind your head. He puts his phone in the table next to him and when he turns, he engulfs you in a bear hug.

“I’m sorry I wore you out,” Henry looks at you, smiling. He is so close to you that your breaths intermingle with one another.

You snuggle into him and run your nose alongside his jaw and neck, “You definitely did, but I don’t mind.”

He hooks his right leg on top of your leg, and you place your leg between his. He kisses your forehead and hugs you closer to him. As if there was any more space.

“When do you leave for Italy?” he says after a while. You were almost asleep, but his question disrupts it.

You look up and he stares straight into your brown eyes, worrisome in his, “In three days, why?”

“Ok,” He nods and looks away, “Can we spend those days together?”

You separate yourself away from him a little, and he seems concerned, “Really?” you cannot help to sound surprised.

“I don’t know if we’re going to see each other again after that, so I want to spend all the time I can with you before you leave,” he says genuinely and your heart swells.

“I would love nothing more, if that’s what you want,” you say as you caress his chin.

“That’s what I want,” He smiles and bites your thumb, the one that was now touching his lower lip. You yelp playfully. He grabs your hand and kisses your palm. “Go to sleep now, sweet girl. I have a signing tomorrow at noon and I want you to go with me.”

You look at him with what can only be explained as a puzzled look, “Wait what? Really?”

“Yes,” he chuckles, “Is that too forward?”

“I mean, a little,” You sit up a bit, this was moving too fast, you wanted to spend time with him, but you weren’t ready to be seen with him in that magnitude. Having that much attention for “dating” someone was not something that sounded appealing to you.

“You don’t have to be in there with me, we can meet afterwards,” his hands still around you, not wanting more space between the two of you.

“Yeah, that sounds better,” you say and lay down again.

Henry’s grin was all that you needed to have sweet dreams, “Brilliant. Now rest, it’s 3:30 a.m.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Sir, you’re the one keeping me up.” He tries to grab you by the waist to tickle you, but you grab his hands stopping him. “I will kill you,” You try your hardest to sound serious but fail miserably, he does, too.

“Fine,” he suppresses his laugh, “I’ll let you sleep.”

“Thank you,” you say smiling and you feel the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. You give him a peck on the lips, but he does not like that, he pulls you towards him and you let him. The kiss is deep and filled with longing. As you divide from each other, you sigh a deep sigh. You lay back and turn the other way, so he’s spooning you. Which he likes. He wraps a strong around your midriff and sets his leg atop yours. It feels like a 50-pound weighted blanked was just draped on top of you, and you welcome the heaviness.

“Sweet dreams,” he coos into your ear, kissing your neck. You intertwine your fingers with his, not yet ready to let him go either.

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You wake up with jolt. You were too hot. But then you understand why you are feeling that way when you look down. Henry is almost completely on top of you. His head on your chest, his strong arm around your stomach and his right leg wrapped over yours. Only a sliver of sunshine coming in through the curtains.

You smile to yourself. The night before was not a dream, it was real. You pass your fingers through his curls, careful not to wake him. You stare at the ceiling, remembering everything that had happened last night: the dinner, the drinking, the laughing, the orgasms. Your stomach doing summersaults at the thought of how good he was at fucking you. He stirs a bit, and your hand stops caressing his hair. He rolls to his back, finally giving you some room to breathe. He takes a deep breath and exhale with a snore.

You roll to your side and look at him. This man was molded by the god’s himself and he walked around like if was just another regular person. You couldn’t help but stare at him sleeping so serenely. You lift your hand to his face as quietly as you can. With your index finger you slowly trace across his strong jaw, to his beautifully pouty lips, then down his sharp jaw, you trace the dimple on his chin, then down his neck, over his Adam’s apple, to the hair that caresses the dip between his collar bones and big chest.

You splay your hand over his hairy chest, and feel his chest rise and fall slowly. But then out of nowhere his hand covers yours. He doesn’t say anything, because he’s still asleep. You happily leave it there.

You gently look over to the close and see that it’s 10:30 a.m. You struggle with the decision to wake him up, so he can get ready to go to the signing or stay there a little longer and wake him up like he has probably never been woken up before. You go with the latter.

You gently pull your hand from under his, he does not move. You look down and see his morning wood straining his briefs. A Cheshire smile exhibits across your face and dirty thoughts freely travel your mind.

next parttttt here

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