#//wish that had been a bunny but it’s still accurate

[ducktracy]

Conspiracy theory I didn't come up with: Part of why Hollywood is so weird with Looney Tunes and Muppets is that they resent the voice work involved. Even dumbass execs know you need Kermit to sound like Kermit and Daffy to sound like Daffy and they HATE that they can't just recast them with some random celebrity.

HMMMMM… i unfortunately don’t know enough about the Muppets to throw my two cents in there, but with LT—i both see where you’re going with this and somewhat object at the same time.

i guess my point i’m about to bring up just as much proves you right, but they DID get away with some celeb stunt casting with Space Jam 2 (lol) thanks to Zendaya and Gabriel Iglesias. and hell even going back to TLTS, you have Kristen Wiig and Fred Armisen… Frank Gorshin voices Daffy in Superior Duck.. so there IS the fair share of celeb stunt casting with these characters, which i guess does in a way sort of prove your point, but to me still makes me think it’s not entirely it

one of my biggest complaints with modern LT revivals IS, however, that they never seem to write the characters with Mel Blanc in mind. i realize the man has been dead for 35 years and we obviously can’t raise him back, but the originals were so often written to cater to his voice talents and his quirks and his specificities, and while you have incredibly talented voice actors like Eric Bauza or Bob Bergen or Jeff Bergman or Joe Alaskey (RIP), the one little ingredient missing from their deliveries is because they aren’t written with Mel in mind. Mel’s involvement is just as important to the characters and their personalities as the directors and writers and animators

which leads me to my next point in that i just think that nobody understands the Looney Tunes characters, simple as. they don’t! they are not some big happy family à la the Muppets, who, in turn, are not some big happy family. likewise they are not mindless drones who drop anvils and blow each other up and repeat the same 2 bits over and over and over again. i don’t think Space Jam 2’s ineptitude is a product of execs losing their minds over the inability to stunt cast—i just think you don’t know your Looney Tunes if you’re going to genuinely play up a Bugs Bunny death scene as a sincere, heart felt moment. come on!!!!!

i still think a lot about the excerpt in Jerry Beck’s 100 Greatest LT Shorts book where one of the contributors—whose name escapes me—had a WB exec tell him in the ‘90s that nobody likes Porky because “people don’t like pigs”, and his quip in the book was “well, i’m people and i like pigs!”. likewise the whole political correctness bit in Back in Action is true to life! the Speedy complaint surprises me less but the whole “first they tell me to lose the stutter, then they tell me i’m not funny” actually happened! WB hasn’t known what to do with these characters for half a century at this point and it’s unfortunately nothing new. i wish it were just a matter of grievances at celebrity voice casting, but i really do think it’s just because nobody knows how the hell to characterize or approach the characters.

likewise, that is very much by design. the original run is lightning in a bottle. its brilliance is the product of so many ultra specific circumstances and benefits and histories and trial and error that you just can’t really replicate. i mean, you can, but even with the most meticulous studying and planning and adaptation and mathematical calculations and all that other jargon, even if you put all that into your work… you’re still not Chuck Jones with Chuck Jones’ life experience, you’re not Bob Clampett with Bob Clampett’s life experience, not Friz Freleng, not Bob McKimson, not Frank Tashlin…

i am a loud proponent of thinking that honoring these characters correctly and accurately and respectfully is possible. i think it can be done. i think it is possible to study all of the quirks of the directors, of the writers, the animators, the characters, how the characters talk and walk and play off of each other, how the directorial tone is dictated. you have to be a complete nut to do it, but i think it’s possible. but that just goes back to the original question of: well… why try and make carbon copies of the originals when the originals are right there? (which, i admit, is another question that i myself get huffy about and am like “just because!!!! why not!” but i can’t act like i can fully deny it either. it’s a valid question.)

ANYWAY. i just went on a huge tangent, some of which is completely unrelated to your ask and your point so MY APOLOGIES! i do think you have something there, but i really do think the main perpetrator is just a lack of understanding and awareness. or, we do have adaptations that show potential and they aren’t given the light of day to be realized and help set the course a little because we need to think of our tax write-offs first. god forbid!

#i do like the timing of you sending this the day the Chris PraI Mean Garfield trailer came out #anonymous #asks

[justabackroundcharacter]

Thoughts while watching Wish:

- base princess personality trope

- Never getting over the face that the goat is named Valentino

- 7 dwarfs vibes with the friends

- Hans type character

- Weird ass love song to wishes

- Evil Chris Pratt went from 1-100 really fast

- The wife was 1000000% the kings wish and he used magic to get it

- Angry guy is played by GIZMO MY BELOVED

- 100 year old man move like a 60 year old fr

- Asha also goes from 50-100 real fast

- My favorite song was a little disappointing:(

- What she’s singing and what the animation gives dosent match

- Wifey is CLUELESS

- We could’ve had A STAR BOY INSTEAD WE GET THIS THING

- Star is still cute

- When you are a Star and accidentally make a devils trap in the tree lol

- IM A STAR ⭐️

- thanks for not eating me John

- Throwing books like your cramming for a test

- King is bipolar like actually tho

- EVERYTHING IS FINE

- What are you five ?

- DANCING CHICKENS

- Best friends help each other commit crimes against the kingdom

- King really is evil he made everyone go to an assembly and they aren’t even in school

- WAIT WAS KING SUPPOSED TO BE AN ALIEN

- how old is the king ? Do we know at all ?

- Casually dooms yourself to an eternity of pain because you got insecure

- HE HAS A SECRET LAIR LIKE HAWKMOTH

- ok how do wishes work again ? Was gramps not free to still inspire people

- Not the mom pleading for her daughter to only get her wish trampled on (definitely don’t need to look at how accurate that is)

- Star said SQUARE TF UP

- He’s literally just your king hit him with your bookshelf

- Returns to your stable if anyone asks pLaY dUmB

- when you have to speed run the 5 stages of grief bc you are the main character damnit

- I know what your thinking- WELL I DONT girl that star doesn’t have an expression on his face

- I can not swim *proceeds to jump into the water with reckless abandon *

- You’ve been hit by, you’ve been stuck by LOSS OF YOUR WISH

- ‘AMYIA darling your just in time come meet my new TOY’ why would you WRITE IT LIKE THAT

- Hot take anyone who calls their partner darling is on THIN FUCKING ICE

- King man went insane that is fun

- HANS KNOCK OFF BETRAYED THEM I FUCKING KNEW IT

- Dont worry im a talking mouse but very clean

- When you only want to be a loyal knight but you end up betraying your friends- happens to the best of us dude

- Good find Valentino - my butt found it

- introverts deserve sanctuary— louder for the people in the back

- STRIKE, STRIKE newsies vibes

- YES fulfill your Sabos wish

- doc and dopey slayed

- They all did

- They are like any queer friend group fr

- the chase scene is cool

- YAZ QUEEN GET YOUR HUSBAND

- I was fooled by the love I felt- Its ok queen you were definitely manipulated not your fault

- Don’t destroy never land you bastard

- A stick ? What am I supposed to do with this ?

- The MUSHROOMS 🍄

- Poor gizmo can’t catch a break no matter what universe he’s in

- a dress on a tree more likely than you think

- Dude bro dear got into the mushrooms fr

- Sometimes a plan is just you and your six friends jumping from a high place

- FUCKING HANS GOT ME AGAIN

- thanks John

- Your so right bunnies are terrifying

- Nope nope nope nope nope

- StAr GeT aWaY fRoM tHeRe

- WAIT IS HE MAGIC MIRRIR GUY

- Yay singing again

- THE power of collective singing will always save the day

- GREEN SMOKE

- MyWiShEs dude get a grip

- Simon and queen should be besties now

- LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

- Peter Pan origin story 👀👀

- ZOOTOPIA ?!?

- bippty boppty boo the magic wand is fixed

- Give GIZMO THE WAND 😭he deserves it

- Fireworks yay

- 5/10 movie

#disney wish #wish movie #wish #wish asha #movie thoughts

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟭 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Suitor's POV's are getting shorter and shorter (っ- ‸ – ς) and more flashbacks for this one

CW: Gil strangling Emma/Reader

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

I knew that if I brought her to Obsidian, she would notice it at some point.

My body is already at its limits, and I have been sentenced to die at any moment.

If I have a seizure, I will leave immediately, and even in my daily life, my heart hurts and I cannot even breathe.

Until now, I've been able to deceive them, but the current situation is that even that is becoming more and more difficult.

(… I'm giving up.)   //   (… I'm sorry.) **

When I woke up, the seizure had subsided, and the little rabbit was sleeping by the bed.

I wish it had been a dream, but it seems that the fact that the little rabbit found it is real.

(If someone finds out about my illness, I'll have to kill them.)

Emma: "Nnn..."

When I move, the little rabbit almost slips off the bed.

I quickly grabbed her and gently pulled her into the sheets so as not to wake her up.

Even though I covered her with a blanket and treated her like a hugging pillow, her eyes would not open.

She was apparently quite tired.

(... Your eyes, they're all swollen...)

(Damn, that Walter...)

I can't even hope to hear anything about it.

(What should I do when she wakes up?)

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Eventually, as the morning sun rose and the room was filled with light, there was still no conclusion reached...

I sighed a big sigh, and the little rabbit began to squirm in my arms.

Gilbert: "Good morning, Little Bunny."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(After all… if you open your eyes, you'll understand even if you don't like it.)

Gilbert: "Wow, you look terrible. You have dark circles under your eyes."

When I trace my finger around her eyes, I see a wrinkle between her eyebrows, as if they are swollen and sore.

Emma: "Lord… Gil… bert."

(... I wish you didn't know anything about it.)

After waking up from sleep, the little rabbit grabs me by the shirt and presses her forehead against my heart.

She’s warm enough to be hot for my cold body.

Gilbert: "From the way you reacted... that guy must have told you everything."

(Now that my illness is known, I can't let the little rabbit go.)

(... Otherwise, it would be a problem for the plan.)

Even if I die of an illness, it must be a secret.

Just as Rhodolite covered up the death of His Majesty the King,

My own death at Obsidian has a wide range of effects.

And the absence of the royal family could lead to an invasion by an enemy nation,

There is a possibility that the remaining aristocrats in the country will do as they please and return the country to its former state of corruption.

(I'm ready for a "substitute," but the little rabbit will definitely notice that it's not me.)

Even if the little rabbit promised not to tell anyone, she is not good at lying.

There's no guarantee that she'll do well without being noticed.

(But if you don't know anything about it...)

(If you decide not to go any further—)

Emma: "I was told... that you had little time to live."

(. . . . . .)

Emma: "I can't... pretend that I didn't know."

Gilbert: "… Yes."

(I'm not going to pretend this didn't happen...)

(—… You stupid little rabbit.)

Gilbert: "If that's your choice."

Pulling away with strong force, I straddled the little rabbit's body.

(You would have guessed that if you stepped in, you would be killed.)

(But... with this, I wonder if I can die with no regrets.)

(If the little rabbit has died, I, too... have nothing left to regret.)

I put my hand on her slender neck and tightened her windpipe.

Emma: "…haa…ha……aah."

Gilbert: "I don't make exceptions, even for you."

Gilbert: "If you knew, I'd kill you."

The little rabbit grabs my hand so hard that her nails dig in, and she resists death.

For the time being, she had no intention of getting killed quietly. **

(I've been nice to you for so long, I guess you misunderstood me.)

(I wonder if it was an illusion that she was the only one who wouldn't be killed or something.)

Blood oozes on the back of my hand.

It was painful.

It hurt even more than when I was having a seizure and couldn't breathe.

Emma: "I won't... tell... anyone."

Gilbert: "I don't believe in humans."

Gilbert: "I'm a beast who decided not to love anyone. I can pretend to be good friends and calmly kill you."   //   "I am a beast who has decided not to love anyone. I could pretend to be a good friend and kill you with impunity."

Gilbert: "I think I've said something similar before."

The more I strangle the little rabbit, somehow, the more painful it becomes for me.

I even had the illusion that my own neck was being tightened.

(When I kill someone, I don't think or feel anything. I threw those feelings away a long time ago.)

If so, then what is this pain and suffering?

I don't understand what it means.

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Emma: "... I caught you off guard, didn't I?"

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "I got you!"

Gilbert: "Even though you're scared of me."

Emma: "That's not what I'm talking about. I hate to lose."

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Emma: "Even if the other party is a prince of an enemy country, even if he doesn't see people as humans."

Emma: "That's not a good reason to lack civility."

Emma: "This thank you is just self-satisfaction. It felt good to be able to tell you."

Emma: "I think I'll sleep better tonight."

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(Ah... why at a time like this—)

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Emma: "I don't think you killed them."

Gilbert: "… A hunch?"

Emma: "Just a hunch..."

Emma: "If you've forgotten about loneliness... it means that you used to be lonely a lot."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

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Gilbert: "Ah, Little Bunny... Are you thinking of something naughty again?"

Emma: "I'm not thinking of it!"

Gilbert: "Haa… Little Bunny is as warm as ever."

Gilbert: "Obsidian is such a cold country, so I want to take you home with me."

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(This isn't even my first kill... Why—)

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Emma: "Lord Gilbert is my friend."

Emma: "… If you're my friend, don't try to leave me."

Emma: "I... did not dislike Lord Gilbert's malicious kindness."

Emma: "Why would I want to kill such a person?"

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Emma: "—Please…"

A hoarse voice spills out in shallow breaths.

Emma: "I-I'm…—"

Emma: "… Your friend…"

(. . . . . .)

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Albert: "Listen, Gil. I'm on your side no matter what."

Albert: "I promise. I promise I won't leave you alone. Okay...?"

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Gilbert: "… What friend."

I found myself letting go.   //   I found myself letting go of my hands.

I didn't mean to let go, but it was moving on its own.

The little rabbit remains limp and does not open her eyes.

When I touched her mouth with a slightly trembling hand, I felt her breathing weakly.

At the moment, the breath that came out of my mouth was tinged with relief.

Blood drips from my torn skin and stains the little rabbit's white blouse.

Gilbert: "It's that guy who betrays me the most."   //   "Such a person betrayed me." **

Gilbert: "… You'd betray me, too."   //   "Even you would betray me."

(I can't kill her...)

(… I couldn't kill her.)

This is a serious situation.

Emotions that should have been there in the past burst forth and overflowed.

I thought it was something I had let go of since I became the trampling beast, but,

It remained firmly in my heart, apparently.

(Love… no one.)   //   (I love …no one.)

(… I had decided not to love you.)

I grasp my fingertips and put my forehead on the shoulder of the little rabbit, who has stopped moving.

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Emma: "… How can I turn you back into a person?"

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It's painful. It hurts. It hurts——…

(I...)

(I didn't want to be a person again.)

#サイバード #イケメン王子 #ギルベルト=フォン=オブシディアン #ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince jp #ikepri jp #ikeprince translation #ikepri gilbert route spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikeprince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #dahlia's bad translation

[senespera-ffxiv]

I feel like the story needs to more obviously indicate how Yotsuyu sublimated her anger towards her parents for being pieces of shit into just straight up hating all Domans.

Cuz it took me a bit to realize that it's supposed to parallel the relatively common thing where second generation Asian Americans seem to feel some sort of shame towards their parents' culture compounded with the generalization made from having shitty parents that "oh it's just a cultural thing, all Asian American parents are assholes" which is. not accurate lmao.

Like I can see where Yotsuyu's coming from if only because I've had similar thoughts before and am kinda familiar with the stuff she's going through but it does feel kinda disconnected without having a lived experience like I do y'know. Wish the writer's could've conveyed that specific feeling a bit better, of hating the people that have hurt you so much that you start to direct it towards everyone that looks like them, even yourself.

It's even reflected in Tsukuyomi's design I feel, what with the bunny ears. It's a reference to Chang'e and her bunnies on the moon, and the addition of Chinese mythology to Tsukuyomi feels a bit Off until you realize that this is Yotsuyu summoning Tsukuyomi so there's parts of her reflected in her appearance. Her Doman heritage is something she can't get rid of so even though she hates it and tries to minimize it, it's still there. It just ends up relegated to a functionally useless piece of what is essentially decoration, but is still glaringly obvious enough to be ashamed about if you are. And I mean, what with all of the self-loathing and hate towards Doma in general, I'd say Yotsuyu's got a lot of that.

I kinda joked about this in chat with a friend but Yotsuyu really just. Did not survive the generational trauma and proceeded to traumatize an entire fucking country alskdjhlkdjsf. And I don't know what her parents' parents were like because the story didn't need to mention them, but she did not end up deciding to break that chain of trauma. It always seems to be harder to do that with the first generation, anyways. You don't really know about the concept, you don't feel like you have any obligation to prevent such a thing from happening, all you know is that your parents were pieces of shit and if they've fucked you up then, well, it's not a you problem. Except it is, it is 100% a you problem because you yourself are choosing to be a piece of shit to other people.

Anyways a few more thoughts about Yotsuyu's character, referencing back to my previous analysis that she might've been a parallel to Daji, I kind of rescind that if only because the path they decided to take in the patch quests felt keenly like they wanted to do something specific with her character that wasn't done in the original story of the overthrow of King Zhou of Shang. I still feel that her role in the base Stormblood expansion was more or less that of Daji's, just an interesting inversion hinting at some sort of traumatic past that's caused her to be this way, humanizing her past a typical femme fatale trope. They just decided to turn it around into commentary on this specific flavor of self-loathing that's kind of relevant to members of the Asian diaspora. I could also just be projecting here but, y'know, media is what you make of it and all lol.

tl;dr Yotsuyu good. Not as good as she could've been because I think they stumbled a little on truly showing the sheer rage and confusion that causes someone to become like her, but good nonetheless.

#ffxiv #stormblood #ffxiv stormblood #ff14 #yotsuyu goe brutus #yotsuyu #god i mean i *wish* yotsuyu were handled better because this is honestly such an interesting topic #but also i'm not even entirely sure if this is actually Very Common or if just my own little circle is like that #also fuck asahi that guy's a little fucking bitch

[tranquilpetrichor]

as we navigate the stars

synopsis: it is never easy following the path of an aeon, let alone one whose existence came to an end unexpectedly. however, hongjoong and the rest of the astral express crew do their best, following the tracks of the star rail.

cast: hongjoong, yeosang, wooyoung, seonghwa (ateez)

genre: sci-fi, honkai: star rail!au

wc: 638

warnings: n/a, but not proofread

a/n: i love the idea of ateez in space. could expand on this au because i love this game so much but i wanted to write a few paragraphs to start out with and see how i feel from there. might need to make a glossary of all the unfamiliar terms i used lol. consider this very rudimentary because i want my inspiration for writing back and this piece just made me happy.

navigator kim hongjoong has spent a long time traversing the universe on the astral express. since the first time he was able to get the train to even start, to meeting the express's conductor and beginning to stride on the path of the nameless, he's seen countless events, enough to fill many lifetimes.

naturally, passengers come and go like the passing of seasons, becoming a small part of the express's journey. of course, there were a few passengers that have stayed for a while now and made a memorable impression on hongjoong.

there's kang yeosang, who's cold and somewhat awkward on first impression. hongjoong likes him, though for being a hard worker and protective of his friends. since his arrival, he's wholly dedicated himself to recording timely and accurate data entries in the express's database and guarding the express with his trusty spear, cloud-piercer.

sometimes, hongjoong wonders if yeosang is pushing himself too much, but it's yeosang. he's capable of quite a lot—perhaps, even more than hongjoong is aware of. still, that boy needed to rest sometimes.

note: check up on him in the next few days.

his own past on the xianzhou luofu is something he rarely talks about though, and the crew (mostly) respects it, even the perpetually talkative wooyoung.

ah, speaking of wooyoung. he too, was memorable in his own way. hongjoong still remembers the day the express encountered a boy floating in the middle of deep space, frozen in a block of ice.

after saving him, hongjoong asked the stranger what his name was.

he looked at the red-haired man before him with confusion. "well i... i don't really know," was his response. "can i choose one?"

the captain nodded, and the boy continued.

he was more hesitant back then, less sure of himself. "how about... wooyoung?"

hongjoong gave him a warm smile. "alright, then. welcome aboard the astral express, wooyoung."

as a passenger, wooyoung has been bright and energetic, capturing photos and making those around him smile. those who didn't know him well enough would never guess that he harbors a deep-seated desire to uncover his past. hopefully, he would get his wish.

hongjoong spots a sketchbook on a side table, no doubt belonging to park seonghwa, another seasoned member of the astral express. as someone with a wide breadth of knowledge on various topics, he is a valuable companion to have when visiting other worlds.

he also used to be an animator but still maintains his passion for art, hence the sketchbook.

but beyond that, seonghwa is perhaps the closest friend that hongjoong has ever had. everyone's paths are different on this train, but the two seem to be destined to be intertwined on this celestial voyage for a while.

maybe it was due to them being the senior members of the crew, but there's something to be said about a long-lasting friendship.

hongjoong walks into the passenger cabin. his energy is dropping, and even though he could probably get by with another coffee, a nap would probably be more beneficial. he opens a door leading to a long hallway—his room is further down.

on the way, he runs into the conductor, pom-pom. they're quite short and cute-looking with bunny-like ears, but hongjoong would never doubt the creature's experience. the cuteness of a child with the responsibilities of an adult.

(actually, he's not sure if the conductor's considered an adult within their species—well, he doesn't even know what the conductor's species is. an inquiry for another time).

"off for an afternoon nap?"

he stifles a yawn. "yep, the usual."

"alright then, get some good rest! wouldn't want you tired when we reach the space station."

hongjoong can't help but smile at their caring words. "thank you, pom-pom."

such is another day on the train that travels throughout the universe.

#ateez x reader #kflixnet #kwritersworldnet #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines

[sabrinariverdalefan]

I’ve Got My Eye On You

Xavier Thorp x Original character

(This is going to be many chapters long. I’ve been having this plot bunny in my head for weeks. It was time to put pen to paper.

Chapter Two

The next time Xavier made it into town was with Ajax, Enid, and Wednesday Addams who was hell-bent on solving yet another mystery. Straying away from the others he couldn’t help but think about that beautiful girl standing outside an AA meeting. What he certainly didn’t expect was to see her at the Weathervane at the counter with a couple of friends. They seemed to be in some animated conversation with one of the older employees who worked whenever that imbecile Tyler didn’t work. He tried to not seem obvious that he was staring at her, but his friend quickly noticed and jabbed him in the ribs. Xavier glared at him “What?”

“You’ve been staring at that girl for like fifteen minutes,” Ajax said with amusement in his voice. Here we go; some idiot remark in the making. “I bumped into her a couple of weeks ago. That’s it.”

“You’re staring at her like she’s your prey…” Wednesday commented idly as her own eyes never left the menu that they were inspecting.

“Am not…” He scoffed, but shut up as he noticed the employee walk away from the boys and girl only for the blonde to shout out in their direction “Hey Mike! It’s your birthday today right?”

Elizabeth watched her older friend turn around with a frown.

“Now Lizzie you know damn well I don’t want to be reminded of that.” A loud sigh left his mouth “You’ll get it when you turn thirty. And don’t you dare start singing happy birthday.” The guy warned in a low voice.

The blonde smirked as she got up and walked to the other side of the diner past Xavier and his friends. Not evening noticing him she sat down at an old piano and started pounding out a strange tune that certainly wasn’t ‘happy birthday’.

“Stop the clock, take time out. Time to regroup before you lose the bout. Freeze the frame. Back it up. Time to refocus before they wrap it up. Years are getting shorter. The lines on your face are getting longer. Feel like you’re treading water, but the riptides getting stronger.”

At least Xavier wasn’t the only one paying mind to the girl now. ‘Elizabeth…her name is Elizabeth…’ He let her name bounce around his head. Looking at back at the counter Mike had his hand over his mouth laughing. There was pure joy on his face as he called out “Come on Lilibet!’ Xavier couldn’t help but be slightly jealous. When was the last time he felt joy in his life? Still, the girl kept playing and belting out this strange song that became quite catchy.

“Don’t panic! Don’t jump ship. Can’t fight it, like taxes. At least it happens only once in your life! They’re singing ‘Happy Birthday’. You just want to lie down and cry. Not just another birthday. It’s 30/90! Why can”t you stay 29? Hell, you still feel like you’re 22! Turn thirty, 1990.”

“What an odd way to wish someone a happy birthday…” Wednesday remarked, yet she looked intrigued. “But it’s accurate…” Enid and Ajax simply were baffled at this impromptu performance. Xavier could see that the rest of the diner didn’t exist. She was singing this song for her friend. The way she’d move from standing to sitting as she pounded away at that piano like a professional was simply breathtaking. Yet she didn’t even notice him, how badly he wanted her to look his way, but her eyes remained glued to the person she was dedicating this tune to.

“Clear the runway. Make another pass. Try one more approach before you’re out of gas. Friends are getting fatter. Hairs on your head are getting thinner. Feel like a clean-up batter on a team that ain’t a winner. Don’t freak out, don’t strike out. Can’t fight it, like city hall. At least you’re not alone. Your friends are there too. They’re singing ‘Happy Birthday’. You just wish you could run away. Who cares about a birthday? But 30/90 hey!”

Elizabeth hit the high notes as the song wrapped and felt slightly dizzy. Smoking affects your lung capacity, but her voice never wavered. Even coming down from an early high, she still looked clean to the outside world. She had gotten so good at hiding. Fingers then left the keyboard as clapping could be heard from the other customers.

Turning around she took a bow before she headed back to the front counter. That’s when she saw him. Giving him a small smile Xavier watch her walk past and followed her with his eyes. He couldn’t help but follow her. Why did he wish she was singing to him instead of someone else? He didn’t even know her name until he heard Mike say it, and yet he found himself annoyed and jealous. The teen wanted to know what she felt like; what she tasted like. He knew that he could walk over to her anytime he wanted, but for now he watched in the distance, completely fascinated.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday fanfic #wednesday netflix #fanfic #yadare #writing #wednesday addams

[caffedrine]

Keith Howell - Chapter 21 Dramatic - Summary

I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t trust me, and you shouldn’t either. This summary is not guaranteed to be accurate, it’s mostly written for myself to follow along with the route.

The Court of Rhodolite was always peaceful on the surface. Doubtlessly there were still court intrigues and politics flowing under the surface, but it lacked the tension found in the Jade Court.

Oddly enough, today was an exception to the rule.

Rio speaks to a servant, asking if they visited the east side of the palace. The servant did, but there was nothing out of place. Out loud, Rio contemplates the possibility that they need to look outside of the palace.

From a distance, Keith watches Rio scramble back and forth obviously looking for something. He wonders why Rio looks so unusually panicked.

Well, that’s because someone stole Ms. Bunny.

Turning to face Gilbert, Keith desperately works through Gilbert’s nickname scheme. Is he saying someone stole Emma?

Gilbert admits that even he lost track of her right around noon. And knowing Ms. Bunny, he doubts she would just run away without letting anyone know. That’s why Rhodolite Court is in such a mess right now. Ms. Bunny has been kidnapped.

Still smiling, Gilbert places a hand on Keith’s shoulder, as if worried about how pale the latter is.

Gilbert has heard an interesting rumor recently, that Keith and Emma are lovers. Is Keith familiar with third-rate villains? They’re the kind of people who will kidnap a loved one and hold them hostage to control a person. And now, who knows what will happen to Emma if Keith doesn’t obey them?

So, it’s his fault Emma is in danger.

Probably. Gilbert noticed it was shortly after the messengers from Jade arrived that Emma went missing.

Slowly Keith covers his face, hiding an expression of dismay. Gilbert smiles at him and asks if this is the first time someone has been held hostage against him.

Well, it is the first time, but Keith had known about the possibility and thought he had prepared himself.

Gilbert muses that if Keith is being attacked, he must fight back. But he’s known to be a pushover who can’t stand up for himself. Is Emma doomed to die now? What a cruel fate.

Slowly Keith raises his face from his hands. He admits that Gilbert has the right to it, and thanks him for his advice.

If Jade’s involved, Emma is headed for the border. If he doesn’t hurry up, he won’t be able to track her after the crossing.

Laughing, Gilbert wishes Keith luck. He wonders if Emma will be able to see the true darkness that lies within those with power.

He wonders if the Royal family and the nobility will both perish due to the events today.

Keith assures him that he won’t die. He refuses to let anyone hurt Emma, and he has to be alive to do so. With an unfathomable smile, Keith turns his back to Gilbert and walks away.

Watching him leave, Gilbert muses that it’s bad to be part of the nobility in any country. He has a bad feeling about this.

(Gilbert dipping his toes into being a wingman)

~Several Hours Later~

Entering Keith’s room, Clavis cheerfully calls out to Keith, asking him to forgive the sudden intrusion. However, there is no reply since Keith isn’t actually there, though Dill in his cage flutters about. Following him, Licht complains that he just broke into Keith’s room.

But how can Clavis break in if the door isn’t locked? Besides, Licht witnessed him knocking first. Clavis was just concerned when Keith didn’t reply.

Licht is about to argue when his eyes alight on a letter laid prominently on Keith’s desk. Clavis sees it at the same time and asks Licht to read it to him. Immediately, Licht refuses - looking at the page it’s far too long.

Big brother Clavis believes in him! Just summarize it.

(He believes in Licht)

Complaining that Clavis shouldn’t act like a responsible brother, Licht scans over the page. He tells Clavis that it’s full of apologies, at least one hundred of them.

Okay, is Prince Keith by chance apologizing over anything specific? Maybe something important or relevant to their particular situation?

Licht reads on. From the beginning, Jade was suspecting Rhodolite and Obsidian of having an illegal weapons trade, and Keith’s main purpose was to investigate it.

Okay, that lines up with what Keith had told Sariel and the faction leaders earlier that morning.

Keith originally approached Emma, suspecting that she was an intermediary to the deal. However, using a truth serum, he had found out her true identity as Belle instead.

Truth serum? Clavis’ eyes narrowed in speculation. It sounds like Keith has just volunteered to be Clavis’ new favorite test subject for every last drug he dreams of.

Licht pauses, as if to contemplate this, and then continues reading. Keith has left to go rescue Emma - who has been kidnapped by Jade in an effort to control him. He takes full responsibility for this and promises to send her back to Rhodolite unharmed. The rest of the letter is apologies for the situation.

Clavis considers the implications of the letter - and what Keith is doing. Even though he’s being accused of attempted regicide, he’s run off by himself to rescue Emma.

Right now, Rhodolite is being questioned by the messengers from Jade about Keith’s current whereabouts. Does Licht know what will happen if they can’t produce Keith? The messenger will report that Rhodolite is aiding him. So, what can they do to delay the messenger until this kidnapping gets sorted out?

Seeing Clavis’s gaze on him, Licht immediately refuses to participate.

Oh, but look at the situation. Keith, man with few friends, is daringly running off to rescue the woman he loves. Smiling at Licht, Clavis tells him that he just came up with a wonderful idea. After all, Licht is friends with Keith and must want to help him.

~Some Time, Some Place~

Emma wakes up in a carriage, feeling the vibrations run through her. She is still very drowsy and only woke up because of the carriage running over a large bump.

Struggling to keep her eyes open, Emma looks around. She is unbound in a carriage, and it takes her a while to figure out why she’s there. The last thing she remembers is trying to find Keith in his room. No - wait, the last memory is of a cloth laced with a sweet smell covering her face.

She is alone in the carriage, and she wonders why her hands and feet were unbound. Maybe there was a reason they couldn’t tie her up.

Emma heard a loud noise from outside the carriage. It sounded like voices shouting but the windows are opaque and she cannot make anything out. Is the carriage being attacked?

Emma tries to open the carriage door, only to find it locked from the outside. Then again, she doesn’t know if she should leave. Does the carriage belong to an enemy and is taking her to her room? Or does the carriage belong to an ally, and is bringing her to safety?

The carriage rocks with a sudden blow, and the door buckles. Emma realizes that someone is forcing it open, whether she’s ready or not. Listening closely, she can tell that the outside is eerily quiet, except for the person at her door.

Looking around, Emma can’t see anything that she can use as a weapon or block the door with. The best she can do is cram herself in the farthest nook away from the door.

Suddenly Keith shouts out to Emma. Surprised, Emma calls back and sees that Keith has pried open the door wide enough for her to slip out. It suddenly feels like all the tension in the world that Emma has been unknowingly carrying is gone.

Keith asks if she’s okay, and Emma assures him she is. Then she takes a good look at him and grows afraid. She demands to know where Keith got hurt.

Uh, the blood isn’t his. Keith apologizes for showing up looking so frightening.

In any case, it’s still dangerous here, so Emma needs to exit the carriage and come with him. He warns her that once she exits the carriage, to look directly forward, and not to either side.

Well, Emma isn’t an idiot and can read between the lines. She nods, trying to not show the turmoil she feels on her face. It must work as Keith breathes a long sigh of relief.

He peels off a bloody glove and holds his hand out to her, helping Emma down from the carriage. Very quickly, he circled around to her side, as if trying to use his large frame to block Emma’s sight. Taking a deep breath of the iron-laced air, Emma focuses directly forward as Keith told her to, and walks forward.

They don’t get far into the forest before Keith’s hands are on her shoulders, stopping her. He mutters that there is no end to them, and Emma realizes that there is a man in plain clothes just ahead, with a bare sword in hand. Is this a roadside bandit? No, as more men come out of the trees to surround them, it becomes obvious that they’re particularly hostile, and had been waiting for them.

Keith tells Emma to close her eyes, just for ten seconds. Ten seconds is all he needs to deal with this. Looking at Keith, Emma understands that this is as kind as he can be in this situation. Nice!Keith is bottomless in his kindness, and she accepts it.

Seeing her nod, Keith smiles and steps in front of Emma, his back blocking her sight. He tells the group of assailants that he hates hurting people, but if they refuse to pull back then he will take the appropriate action.

Since her eyes were closed, she can’t grasp all that is happening, but Emma still has ears. It sounds like a life-and-death battle is being fought around her, and the screams of the injured ring in her ears. When Keith guides her forward and tells her to open her eyes, all she can see is the new splatters of blood on his cloak.

Accepting his kindness, Emma doesn’t look at anything behind them.

Keith grows obviously relieved when they come across a villa, and they enter it. He explains that although it belongs to him, few people know about it, as was able to purchase it under a false name. This is his refuge, where he comes to when he wants to be alone.

If it’s a property that Keith owns, Emma surmises that they’re in Jade. Nearby, Keith strips off his blood-soaked jacket as she sits on the sofa. For the first time in a long time, she feels like she can breathe. As the events all catch up with her, her body starts trembling. She clenches her hands, trying to stop shaking and avoid worrying Keith.

Keith kneels in front of her and looks closely at her face. He asks if she’s injured, and she assures him that she’s fine. More importantly, she’s worried about Keith.

Keith quickly assures her that he’s fine, but Emma disagrees. His face is pale, and he looks like he’s about to collapse. Now that things are calmer, she can look at him and really see him, and right now, a strong breeze might knock him over.

Because of Emma, the gentle, and kind Keith drew his sword and killed so many people. She places her hands on his cold cheeks, watching a shadow fall over his golden eyes.

Keith apologizes; he was afraid this entire time. He was convinced that just like his brother, he would lose her too. If he wasn’t fast enough in chasing after her, If he made the wrong choice, if he didn’t arrive in time . . .

Keith didn’t think anything through, instead, all he felt was the need to find her and rescue her as quickly as possible.

Keith’s trembling gets worse, and Emma decides to pretend to not notice it. Abruptly, Keith stands and hugs her tightly to him. Emma is still alive, and at least safer. Emma agrees and thanks him for rescuing her. If Keith hadn’t come for her, who knows what might have happened to her by now? Thinking about it only terrifies Emma more, so instead, she focuses on the warmth of Keith’s arms. His warmth, his smell, all come together to calm her down.

Abruptly Keith realizes what he’s doing and apologizes. It is wrong to hug her without her permission.

. . . so can he hug her?

(Keith is very pro-consent)

Emma gives him permission, on the caveat that he lets her hug him back. Surprised, Keith allows this, and she wraps her arms around him. Their bodies line up without any gaps, and Emma is surrounded by the smell of the forest.

Keith sighs, he’s in trouble now. When she hugs him like this, he wants to hold her for the rest of their lives. He might never be able to let her go. Laughing, Emma tells him that he’s exaggerating. Keith tells her that he’s not, by now she must know how he feels about her.

Emma’s heart jumps strangely, and she asks him if she was kidnapped. Keith admits that she was and apologizes for dragging her into his affairs. He is really, really sorry.

Emma tells him not to apologize, he’s done nothing wrong. She explains that Sariel already told her about how he was accused of regicide and was in the process of being extradited to Jade.

Drawing a deep breath, Keith muses that Emma has heard pretty much the whole of it. Emma agrees, and she has a general overview of Jade’s internal affairs now. The King of Jade’s younger brother, who is Keith’s uncle, is aiming to ascend the throne. To do that, he needs both the King and Keith out of the way.

Keith confirms Emma’s knowledge, adding that she’s probably been recognized as his weakness. When he gets to Jade, Keith is going to be put on trial and questioned about his role in the assassination attempt against the king. Of course, forgeries and false evidence have already been prepared in advance, so there’s a very high chance he’s going to be found guilty.

In a noble trial, the truth doesn’t matter so much as your popularity. It’s an opportunity for nobles to enact their own will and vote on what benefits them, as opposed to finding the true culprit.

Emma is aghast; Keith is a kind prince who cares deeply about Jade, but he’s convinced he’s going to lose based on his lack of popularity. Keith strokes her hair soothingly, and Emma realizes that her anger was showing on her face.

Keith has many enemies among the nobility of Jade, and Emma recalls Sonia’s party. She had met a very unpleasant duke who took delight in telling her disparaging rumors about Keith. The memory angers her, and she admits this to Keith. Smiling, Keith tells her that she’s the only person he knows who would get this angry on his behalf. His arms tighten around Emma as if he’s recovered some of his stamina.

Despite everyone agreeing that he was a failure prince, Keith’s uncle must still be wary of him. There are times when Keith has outdone himself and even he has to agree that he’s succeeded. Keith’s uncle must recognize this as well, and kidnapped Emma to ensure that Keith would announce his guilt at the trial.

Emma grumbles that this is a dirty way of operating, and this farce can’t be considered a real trial. Keith apologizes. Emma asks why Keith is apologizing.

The more they talk, the more upset Emma gets. If Keith didn’t like her so much, she never would have been dragged into his affairs. He was too selfish, letting himself develop feelings for her.

Emma doesn’t agree, the person in the wrong is Keith’s uncle, not Keith. And if he’s selfish, so is she; Emma had plenty of opportunities and warnings to break off whatever it was between them. Even knowing that Keith was a Prince, and a foreign prince at that, she stepped into this mess.

Keith apologizes again, and Emma interrupts him. She reminds him that she doesn’t want him to apologize to her, he’s not to blame for every bad event that happens in their lives. She recalls a similar scene, where she warned Keith that his words don’t just hurt her, but himself.

Ever since Sariel told her about Keith’s circumstances, Emma has been thinking about how few people Keith has to rely on. Rhodolite can’t get involved with foreign politics, and he has few allies in Jade. But the malice he is facing is too much for a single person to face; so, Emma wants to help him. She doesn’t know what she can do, but since she’s been dragged in, she must have some rights and abilities.

Emma promises to fight together with Keith, she refuses to sit on the sidelines and watch.

Keith is amazed, he mumbles that she really –

Suddenly Keith stumbles, almost falling on top of Emma. As she shouts his name, Keith falls down.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #keith howell #main route

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Day 4- New PBs

This poll is for which fic you want to see updated on July 16th as part of my 7 day birthday gifts to the fans! If you are unfamiliar with my works or need a reminder, check out the links and summaries below the "read more" before you vote. Other poll information for this week can be found here.

And any fics that don't win but still collect a substantial amount of votes are eligible for a Redemption Vote on June 24th! Otherwise, thank you for your participation! 😍😁

Missed out on a chance to vote in a previous poll? Shoot me an ask or comment on the poll and I'll factor your vote in! Voting officially ends for all polls on June 26th.

Just Out of Reach- Ladyhawk AU; Bilbo and Thorin were getting married in Laketown in secret when a curse was placed upon them. Now Thorin becomes a raven by day and Bilbo a raccoon by night so that they can never be together as hobbit and dwarf again unless they fulfill the catastrophic wishes of the curse bearer, whoever he may be...

Oakenshield: Prince or Thief?- Robin Hood AU; Everyone knows the story: After King Thrain took his best warriors, including Crown Prince Thorin, only to be slain by the orc forces in Khazad-dum, his advisor, Lord Smaug, was placed in charge and all the lands of Erebor suffered. Fortunately, rising past the oppressive tyranny was the one and only Oakenshield, to rob from the rich and give to the poor. In reality though...that's not quite accurate. For one thing, there are actually two beings claiming to be 'Oakenshield' with vastly different objectives, and then there's the small problem of them not being aware of the other until Bilbo comes across a rather interesting Company of dwarves in Mirkwood.

The Raven Prince- Swan Princess AU; Thorin never gave much thought to his fiancé past how much he didn't want to have a fiancé, especially not this hobbit. However, after the mysterious death of the Shire Kingdom's monarchs and Bilbo's disappearance, Erebor is approached by a sorcerer who flexes his power and influence on Thorin. Now he's a raven and he must somehow save Bilbo, save his kingdom, and get his father's blessing before it's too late.

To Spoon Feed You Comfort- Accidental Marriage AU; Marriage in the Shire is a relatively easy process. All you have to do is get your intended to eat from your hand crafted Love Spoon, and return the gesture. Bilbo was already displeased by his unexpected house guests but when the newest arrival used his Love Spoon to eat from...well none could blame the hobbit for fainting if they knew the circumstances.

An Unexpected Gift on a Journey to You- Dwobbit Frodo; Bilbo went back to the Shire, and Thorin couldn't necessarily blame him. However, eight years later, he starts to miss what once was and what could be and decides to journey to the Shire to plead forgiveness. Only problem, Bilbo supposedly had left for Erebor months before. Why had he not made it? Where was their former burglar? And what was with this little hobbit child who supposedly had been living with Bilbo?

#birthday plot bunnies #the hobbit #bagginshield #new plot bunnies #you choose which fics you want to see updated

[thornheartcat]

Fiona's 2023 Anime Awards

Thoughts on anime this year!

Top 5:

Pluto (even has my mom's seal of approval!)

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End

Heavenly Delusion

Undead Girl Murder Farce

probably Scott Pilgrim Takes Off once I get around to it (I KNOW I'M GONNA I SWEAR)

Show that most came closest to making the top 5 but I think I'll still like Scott Pilgrim better: My Happy Marriage! I want what they have...

Most underrated show: BULLBUSTER. I know robots aren't very in right now or whatever but it's a robot workplace dramedy! Give it a chance!

Runner up: Synduality: Noir. Also robots. This one has such Eureka seveN vibes and I mean that as like one of the highest compliments I can give! I missed shows like this! Bring shows like this back! Also it's from the writer of Bunny Girl Senpai! If I say that will you watch it?

Most overrated show: Oshi no Ko. This shit was 60% monologues about how "the entertainment industry is bad, actually" by volume. Snore.

Runner up: JJK2. I mean it's like fine I guess but at this point JJK is like a vehicle that delivers cool fight scenes to my eyeballs. If you ask me to care about the characters or the mechanics behind the cool fights I will laugh at you.

Most niche show I enjoyed: 16bit Sensation: Another Layer. You have to be in so deep in the world of visual novels and eroge to really appreciate this show but I've been in too deep since I was like 14 so I love it!

Show that most should've been bigger: Undead Unluck. I know it's floundering here because it's a Hulu exclusive and Hulu has literally not even spent a single fucking tweet promoting their exclusive anime for some goddamn reason but give it a chance I am BEGGING YOU. Heavenly Delusion and Synduality: Noir had this same problem but Undead Unluck is based on a SJ property so you'd especially think it specifically would be bigger!

Show that most surprised me: Tearmoon Empire! I didn't know I wanted a show about Marie Antoinette getting sent back in time to prevent her own guillotining, or that I wanted that show to be primarily a comedy, but I got it and I love it! I hope it gets another season, I want to watch Mia bumble her way into becoming a better person and making the world a better place some more!

Runner up: Helck! I'd heard good stuff about the manga so I wasn't surprised it was good but I was surprised at just how well it shifted from comedy to drama and how emotionally invested it got me. Every week of that flashback arc had me yelling "NO!" at my computer when each episode ended because I wanted to know what happened next so badly!

Show that most was just sorta there but I had fun anyway: Mononogatari. It's such standard shounen fare and the art and animation rarely rises above the level of even "competent" but by the end of the second half I found myself genuinely invested in the characters? Also the second OP goes hard as hell

Runner up: Spy Classroom. It's not the best spy show out there, but if you've already watched Princess Principal and Spy x Family and you want more anime spy content it's there for you. I liked the girls and their unique abilities, and the narc episode is counterbalanced by the extremely hilarious and period accurate WcDonald's that is "White Fortress".

Worst anime: A Girl & Her Guard Dog. The premise is already not my cup of tea (not a huge age gap fan and especially not a huge fan of the girl falling for the guy who basically raised her, Bunny Drop style, though at least this series is up front about all that rather than luring unsuspecting people in with wholesomeness), but its execution is what really kills it. There's nothing more profoundly unsexy than the love interest behaving like an overprotective sitcom dad. Also doesn't help that the art and animation are straight DOGSHIT. I feel so bad for the animators, they must've been on an insane crunch, you can really feel that they kinda just shit this one out and you just know they're not proud of it and wish they could've done better work. I also feel bad for fans of the manga, the art there isn't terrible and while translating it to animation was always gonna be a little hard this is a particularly tragic attempt.

Most anticipated of 2024: Delicious in Dungeon and Dandadan!!!!!!! GET HYPE BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

#Fiona's Anime Reviews

[lala-writes-fetish]

They are safe with us. Always.

Today we witness an arrival in lady Janas house. And we learn that sometimes, a boy asks for the cage.

The circular room that adjoined the grand entrance hall was lined with soft cushions and was designed to subtly mislead the viewer. An extraordinarily realistic fresco on the ceiling simulated a roof open to the sky, slyly placed columns gave the impression that countless corridors led into the room, yet only formed further niches filled with soft couches and armchairs. “Filled with cushions” was an accurate description: the room had a floor that was best summed up as a circular mattress nine meters in diameter. Janice and Jana paused at its edge, where the marble floor merged into the mattress. A housekeeper waited on the other side of the room in the same position. A large, black leather suitcase stood upright beside her. It reminded one of a coffin. Jana liked this thought. You will be reborn in my heaven, whoever you may be. Janice nodded and the housemaid, who was not a slave but a candidate for a position as another mistress in Jana’s house, opened the suitcase clasps. Someone audibly startled and a man fell from inside it onto the mattress, into the heavens. The housemaid silently moved away.

The tender little bundle of man looked around, confused and afraid. He was naked, semi-long hair covering his forehead in a modern interpretation of a Beatles hairstyle. Breathing heavily, he soon spotted the richly decorated ceiling where fantastically drawn clouds hung.

Janice clasped her hands together and put them to her chest. “Cute.”

Jana nodded.

The young man was eighteen years old at the very most, his body still that of a teenager. He was slender, almost thin. A small pimple sprouted on his neck. He had scratched it. Silly. Jana and Janice got rid of their shoes and stepped onto the mattress barefoot, ready to play.

“Where’s Lady Elaine?” he asked in the croaky voice of youth. Janice crouched; Jana did the same. The slave looked anxiously at the two attractive ladies. He was trembling.

Janice pursed her lips. “Lady Elaine told us you want to learn how to be a good boy?”

He nodded sharply. “…yes? But where is she?” Jana almost sighed in sympathy and brushed his hair aside. He gulped.

Janice placed her warm hand on his thin chest. “Lady Elaine will come pick you up in a while, honey. Do you know where you are?”

He nodded cautiously. “The house.”

Jana bowed her head affectionately. “You’re with us because Lady Elaine wishes only the best for you.” He did not stir, but the trace of a proud smile flitted across his face. “And she told us all about you.” The smile disappeared and the two women exchanged a glance.

“You’re signed up for six months, honey bunny. So much time to bring out the best in you.”

He cleared his throat. “I… I’ve been accepted?”

Jana nodded. “You’re very important to her.”

He stuck his chest out and settled into a less exposed position.

Jana almost perished at the sight of him, his innocence and sweetness. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” she asked, playfully stroking his belly, which made him jerk back with a giggle.

“Michael,” he said.

Janice embraced him and gave him a kiss on his flaming red cheeks. “It seems like you’re a good boy already, Michael,” she breathed into his ear.

He smiled nervously. “Thank you, Mistress.” The two women’s lips formed an astonished O, and they looked at each other. “Such a good boy that you’re using correct titles already?”

He nodded shyly, but proudly. Jana put a hand on his chest and sensed a frantically pounding heart. Janice cheekily bit his ear, to which he responded with a sharp gasp.

“Well trained,” Jana said, looking deep into his eyes, her lids lowered lasciviously.

“…the face of an angel,” Janice continued, the tip of her tongue playing with his lips for a second.

“Slender and healthy,” Jana finished, placing her hand on his knee.

Michael quivered at the compliments.

“Wonder why you’re here then, wabbit,” Janice purred, her hand sliding up his thigh.

Jana pursed her lips in feigned cluelessness and let her hand slide up toward his crotch as well. “Have we been lonely before we met Lady Elaine?”

He nodded.

The women grinned. “Do we have,” Janice gripped his arms, “more muscle on one side than the other, little wabbit?”

He fell silent, embarrassed.

Jana’s eyes snapped open. “Michael! Did you ruin your pretty head with those women from the Internet?”

He was about to say something, but Janice closed his trembling lips with one finger. “He sure did, Jana. Look at him. No erection.”

Jana drew a sharp breath. “No erection?”

Janice shook her head in dismay and pointed between Michael’s legs. At this embarrassment, he instinctively pulled his thighs together. Jana thrust her arms to her hips. “Well, where did your manners go all of a sudden, young man?”

He looked back and forth between the two ladies and did not say anything for some time. Jana shook her head in displeasure, “I think we need to cut the excess of self-tenderness out of you, Michael.” He kept silent.

Janice seconded her. “I’d say. Arms tied behind his back and a blindfold outside of meal times for two weeks, followed by spankings, good old true school. Plus, if he’s one of those cheeky little mattress humpers, an additional restraint during bedtime.”

He shook his head. “Mistresses, no, I…”

They laughed. “Ah, so a penis cage is enough to get you out of the habit?”

He nodded at this option. “Yes, Mistresses. A penis cage, please.”

MEDUSA awaits you here.

[variantia]

Anonymous said : (Springtrap) So... do you... like being in Fazbear's Frights? Do you wish you were doing something else? I mean, besides the Afton thing, because that obviously objectively sucks.

//   SPRINGTRAP.

          Well, there’s a LOADED QUESTION if ever he’s heard one.

          It’s true, William Afton is the worst part of the fate that Springtrap has been left to.   Nearly every horrible thing that has happened in the history of Fredbear’s and Freddy’s is his fault, and none of this tragedy had to happen.   It’s terrifying and infuriating how not only can one man cause so much pain, but also how he can persist so violently even after death.   How he can not have change one single solitary bit.

          How he’s still here, inflicting any torture he can on anyone his claws can sink into.

          ... Springtrap would be lying, though, if he claimed that Afton was the only thing he disliked about the current state of his life.   Insomuch as he even can claim to have a life these days.

          He can’t say he hates Fazbear’s Fright.   No, no, that’s not quite accurate.   This place serves its purpose, and there will always need to be experiences like this for the thrill-seekers of the world.   Adventures where they can come to get their adrenaline fix without doing anything that risks their safety or others’.

          It’s more like an aching nostalgia.   Like a wound that never healed properly ; a cut that refused to close, a broken bone that still gets stiff and sore when the weather is bad even once it’s fixed.   As much as he has to accept reality, Springtrap simply wishes that a new establishment would have been created rather than the original one being turned into something it was never meant to be.

          Fredbear’s and Freddy’s weren’t supposed to be horror attractions.   They were supposed to be FOR CHILDREN.   Somewhere that kids could come to have a good time, eat and play and be happy.   He’s sure it was part of Afton’s plan to turn it into Fazbear’s Fright, to make sure that the animatronics and the entire concept would spark fear instead of joy.

          More than anything, Springtrap feels tired.   He’s exhausted.   He wants his old life back, or for it to have never changed.   All he’s ever wished for was to make children smile, to be a source of happiness.   Now he does nothing but frighten everyone around him.

          As it stands, there are worse situations he could have ended up in.   He could be completely isolated.   He could be alone with nothing other than Afton’s voice in his head all the time, driving him insane.   Instead, at least he has other animatronics here who try to support him as best they can after-hours.   A tour guide and a security guard who won’t give up on him.

          It’s because of them that Springtrap won’t let Afton win by taking over his body or breaking his will.   If he has nothing else in this world, he has hope.

          Even so, with the small spots of good things he has in his life, being ‘   employed   ’ in this ghost of what once was isn’t what he would have chosen for himself.   He can’t pretend he enjoys it, though he doesn’t want anyone to pity him for that.

          And, when all’s said and done, he’s become a bunny of few words.   Maybe those few words will get the point across that his feelings about this are ... complicated.

          “   .̶.̴.̵ ̵M̸i̵s̵s̵-̶m̶i̴s̵s̵-̷m̵i̸s̷s̸ ̵t̶h̴e̵ ̶L̶I̶―̶―̵―̵―̵T̷T̶L̴E̶ ̴O̵N̴E̶S̶.̵  ”

#tw fnaf #you scream into the void ; the void screams back. ( ANSWERED ASKS. ) #is that a mask ? ( ANONYMOUS. ) #you’re in for a sight ! ( SPRINGTRAP. ) #(( YOU SLY DOG !! YOU GOT ME INNER MONOLOGUING !!! #anyway I love him pLEASE SAVE HIM hhhhhhh )) #why put off till tomorrow what I can queue today ? ( QUEUE. )

[peppermint-chocolate-cherries]

19, 21 and 28?

19 - Share a snippet from a WIP without giving any context for it.

"My intention last night was to persuade you to change your political position.  We need you to side with Francis and declare war on Spades."

"You already know that I am staying neutral on the matter.  It’s harder than you think to defy Lilli, especially when Matthew is involved."

"Unfortunately for our sweet Lilli, that’s the price to be paid.  Having romantic relationships with a Royal from another Suit has always been a recipe for disaster.  The two of them have known all along that this was a risk, and now Lilli must set that aside for the benefit of Diamonds."

"You want me to defy my sister’s wishes and emotional well-being, for the sake of Diamonds joining your side of a war.  I still fail to see how our actions last night were supposed to aid you in persuading me to change my mind."

"Last night was just a taste of what could happen.  If you ever want that to happen again, you will let Francis declare war on Spades."

"It was a seduction.  You’re using sex to persuade me."

"Now you see the full picture."

21 - Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what’s your secret?

I have it pretty good. For one, I outline all my story's chapters before I really get into writing, so I know how many chapters there will be and what will happen in each chapter. Second, I personally want to get at least 1,500 words to a chapter, ideally averaging 2,000, in order to set up the chapter, address the main plot twist, and find a solid closing (or cliffhanger...)

28 - Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

Ooh, this is definitely a tougher question. I suppose the way I outline and organize my stories might be useful advice to give, for someone more logistically detailed who can't just write on a whim form start to finish. Read past the cut for my outlining method!

I do everything in Google Drive, specifically Docs with a couple uses for trackers in Sheets. Having everything digital and on the cloud makes it easier to share across devices, and I can even be naughty at work share the Doc links to the Trello board that my personal and work emails share.

Outline the new story in a single Doc. Plan out the key events, add character descriptions and timelines as needed, plug in sections for filler chapters. Once a solid roadmap is figured out, add in chapter numbers and part numbers where it feels right.

Create a subfolder in Drive, then create a Doc for each Part of the story. I like having only 5-6 chapters per Part, because that can get above 10,000 words (re my average word count) per Doc and that's a lot of pages to scroll through once you start writing. Copy-paste the chapter outlines to the applicable Part Docs. This is where you can write out your drafts!

A newer thing that worked great for The English Quixote was to create a writing progress tracker in Sheets. I was able to track my updated chapter word counts, chapter drafting status, and plan out the publishing date and key deadlines for drafting and editing.

I use conditional formatting to highlight the different statuses for the chapters: Outlined, Started Drafting, Half Drafted, Mostly Drafted, Fully Drafted, Ready to Publish, Published. I'd have the posting schedule be once or twice a week on key days of the week, Saturdays are nice.

Chapters must be "Fully Drafted" three weeks before they are scheduled to be published, allowing time for editing. The "Half Drafted" deadline is the month-end before the "Fully Drafted" deadline. I had twelve chapters fully drafted when I published Chapter 1 of The English Quixote, that was a great buffer.

This all works quite well for me, as I usually know from the plot bunny stage what the key plot twists and drama are later in the story, but I have to figure out how to set up the story and get there in the first place. My progress this past week has been on Parts 3 + 4 of Only Aces Remain, while I have yet to have any writable ideas on dialogue or action for Part 1. Parts 6-9 are already playing as recurring movie scenes in my head and just need to translate into key strokes, while the epilogue will definitely be last.

#answered ask #only aces remain #wip snippet #writing method

[queen-dahlia]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞~𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?~𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

How I wish we could have more suitors' POV in the future. Gil is seeking comfort with Emma 😭🖤

Now that I've read and confirmed some of the lines that I'm having trouble translating it 2 weeks ago, I've edited the first 2 parts for this event.

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | ***** : I tried my best to translate and understand it but... T.T

I suggest to read Emma's POV first before's Gilbert's POV -ˏˋ. The front sideˊˎ- | -ˏˋ. The other sideˊˎ-

Obsidian is a country of corruption.

Dictatorial aristocracy is rampant, and thick obstacles stand between the people in power and the commoners.

They were often executed for 'being impudent' or 'challenging the nobility'.

By comparison, Rhodolite is still a better choice.

It is not as unreasonable as Obsidian, partly because the noble beasts are watching closely. **

(However... If you ask me if the authorities are well educated…)

Leon: "Where are you going?"

I was stopped by an allied leader who passed me in the corridor.   //   I was stopped by one of the leaders who passed me in the corridor.

The other one of Rhodolite's top leaders, along with Chevalier, did not even try to hide his doubts. **

Gilbert: "Don't ask me the obvious question."

His face grows increasingly grim as I pull out an envelope from my pocket containing a lion's emblem.

Leon: "I don't recall sending you an invitation."

Gilbert: "I could have easily gotten it if I'd asked."

(Because there are two traitors among the princes of Rhodolite.)

As long as you have an invitation, even the party organizers cannot stop you from attending.

Leon: "Why are you so obsessed with Emma?"

(He's very capable of getting that question right away.)

(It would have been fun to use him as a pawn if he had been a more incompetent leader, too bad.)

Gilbert: "Hmmm, I wonder why."

Leon: ". . ."

Gilbert: "Do you have something important to do that would require you to leave the party?" // "I don't think you should be in here anyway, you know..."   //   "You shouldn't hang around here now, either." *****

Leon: "Oh, I didn't know you knew that. You didn't set this up, did you?"   //   What? Wait, I wasn't expecting... You didn't set this up, did you?" **

Gilbert: "Hahaha, funny you say that, huh? I'm a bad guy, but I don't do anything without merit."

Gilbert: "If you had been at the party in the first place, I wouldn't have had to interfere."

I am here to speculate that something will arise that will force the leader of the domestic faction to leave in the middle of the party.

Gilbert: "Would you mind not being her escort when you can't even take responsibility for her?"

Leon: ". . ."

(I know you're thinking, "It'll be fine if I leave you alone for a little bit...") 

(This is too naive and repulsive.)

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Malice bares its fangs in the absence of a powerful authority.

When I entered the dance hall, with no sign of my presence, the maliciousness had already begun.

(It's like harassing a child.)

The little bunny with her wet dress and the man and woman laughing vulgarly at the sight of her are in my field of vision.

The nobles around them seem to pretend not to see it,

It was easy to imagine that the aristocrat involved with Ms. Bunny was a centrally powerful person in the inner circle.

Noblewoman:  "Unsightly... Why don't you leave right now?" // "It's unsightly... Why don't you just leave now?"

Nobleman: "I will tell Prince Leon. Go now, you don't want to catch a cold."

Emma: "No, I--"

Nobleman: "I am saying this out of the kindness of my heart. Do you want to be laughed at in such an unsightly appearance?"

(I'm the one who made the little rabbit exposed to the malice of the nobles, but…)

(All I want her to taste is the ugly essence, not the harassing insults.)

Especially childish mischief is lesser than the nature of the nobility.

The buzz in the hall was instantly drowned out as I picked up a nearby glass and let my muffled presence come to the surface.

Noblewoman: "Oh... You are..."

(In Obsidian, at this point, you'd start begging for your life but as expected in Rhodolite.... It's too peaceful.)

Gilbert: "You all don't have to be so afraid, but you're so disciplined."

I approach the little bunny from behind and put my hand on her slender shoulder.

Meanwhile, I splashed the ugly woman with a glass of water I was holding in my other hand.

Gilbert: "Haha, sorry, my hand slipped."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert…"

When I threw the empty glass, shards of glass splattered at the woman's feet.

Unlike the battle-crazed emperor, though, I wouldn't kill anyone.

Although in my mind, I was piling up the shattered glasses with the man and woman who had mocked the little rabbit.

Gilbert: "Poor little rabbit. You got so drenched. But don't worry, you're still cute too, you know?" // "Poor little rabbit. You got so wet. But don't worry, you're still pretty in a bad way, too."

I praised her, but the little rabbit's expression was awkward.

Emma: "Why are you here at the party?"

Gilbert: "I was curious, so I took a peek."

Emma: "To the party?"

Gilbert: "No, to you dressed up."

(In case you're wondering, it's not.)

(I know you're not used to wearing dresses, but you look better than the real nobles.)

Although there may naturally be some favoritism, I felt that the cleanliness of their hearts was reflected in their outward appearance.   //   I know that some people may have a prejudice, but I felt that the beauty of their hearts was reflected in their outward appearances.

(Well, now it's more than that. .....)

I smiled at the woman standing there dumbfounded.

Gilbert: "I apologize for making you look so ugly, but I'll listen to you."

Gilbert: "Do you have something to say to me that would make you want to splash water on the little rabbit?"

Noblewoman: "No, no--"

Gilbert: "Hmmm, I hate lies."

(There are people like this in every country.)

As I intentionally emanate murderous atmosphere, I hear sobbing voices from the surroundings.

I'm still trying to be moderate.   //   Even so, I'm still the one who's adjusting.

(If I overdo it, the little rabbit will hyperventilate.)

I can feel the trembling in my palms, and I gently embrace her.

Gilbert: "This girl is a friend of mine, and she's been trembling since a minute ago, right? I don't know what would make you do this." // "This girl is a friend of mine, and she's been trembling for a while now, hasn't she? I don't know what to say to make you shake like that."

Gilbert: "Tell me. Depending on my mood, everyone here might not see tomorrow."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert! It was an accident." 

She raises her gentle voice in place of the woman who can't say anything. **

Gilbert: "You're lying too?" 

Emma: "I want to say it was an accident, not a lie."

Gilbert: "... Hmm?"

(How nice of you to defend her after she doused you with water.)

(I've known you for a long time.)   //   (I've known you're like that for a long time.)    //   (Although, I know you've been that way for a long time.)

Gilbert: "Hey, little rabbit."

I whispered in the gentlest voice as possible, while stroking her soft cheek.

Even though I am smiling, I am actually not calm inside.

Gilbert: "You might catch a cold in that dress. Why don't you go and get changed?"

Emma: "Later..."

Gilbert: "Now."

Gilbert: "Don't make me say any more, okay?"

Emma: "Well... Then, would you please come with me, Prince Gilbert?"

Gilbert: "Haha, you don't mind if I watch you change?"

Emma: "That's not what I meant--"

Gilbert: "That's what it would mean. An unmarried woman inviting a man into her room is very bold."

Gilbert: "Oh, but unless you want that kind of relationship, that's a different story."   //   "Oh, but if that's the kind of relationship you want, we can talk about it."

I'm still unsure about the 2nd translation.

Emma: "... Then promise me. You will not lay a hand on those who are here today."

Gilbert: "After they mistreated you?"

Emma: "It doesn't matter."

Gilbert: "Hmm, you're so sweet it's almost repulsive, aren't you? But okay, I won't hurt them."

(... Too bad.)

The atmosphere in the hall returns to normal after withdrawing the murderous intent.

Still, the people around remained tense.

Emma: "... I'll be right back."

The little bunny looks anxious, but then bows and leaves.

(Now, I can't do more than I promised, but…)

Gilbert: "Good for you. There are too many nobles in this country who are kept alive by the kindness of the little rabbit."

Noblewoman: "... Ah."

Gilbert: "Hey, do you know what they call me?"

Gilbert: "'The Trampling Beast' literally tramples. Dignity, will, everything."

The sound of a cane is heard.

Fear must have seeped into everyone in this place, even if they were not killed.

Gilbert: "Next time my friend gets in trouble... What do you think will happen?"

With a smile on my face, I trampled the pieces of glass that were scattered on the floor.

The shattered piece of glass made the woman sit back.   //   The shattered piece of glass made the woman fall back.

(You don't have the guts and you're too stupid to fight me.)   //   (You don't have the courage and you are too stupid to pick a fight with me.)

Gilbert: "The little rabbit seems to want to get along with you guys, unlike me."

Gilbert: "Everyone in this room right now-- you'll get along with her, right?" **

When I smiled, all the nobles nodded their heads.

(Noble creatures in every country... Ugly.)   //   (In any country, noble creatures are ugly.)

With my business done, I turn on my heel and leave the dance hall.

I could have gone straight to the guest room, but the feeling of being bugged remained.   //   I could have gone straight to the guest room, but the feeling of being in the wrong place never left me.   //   It would have been nice to head straight to the guest room, however, I felt like I was in the wrong place.

(Now I want to be healed by the little rabbit.)   //   (I wish I could be soothe by the little rabbit now.)

(... That's it.)

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After the party, I catch the little rabbit returning to her room and take her to the rose garden.

I asked her to accompany me for a walk instead of thanking me for helping her earlier.

The person herself was sitting on the bench, lost in thought.

(It takes a lot of courage to let your guard down in front of a man who was trying to kill you like that.)   //   (You've got a lot of nerve to let your guard down in front of a man with such a murderous presence.)

(... I feel like my heart isn't here. It can't be helped.)

I got up from the bench and gathered the rose petals that had fallen to the ground.

This is unusual because Obsidians do not have a culture of admiring flowers.

When I had both hands full of flower petals, I rained them down on the little rabbit's head.   //   When I held a handful of petals in my hands, I made them rain down on little rabbit's head.

Gilbert: "Hahaha, you're covered in petals, you poor thing."

Emma: "... Prince Gilbert."

(You finally looked at me.)

Emma: "These petals are..."

Gilbert: "I had some free time while you were lost in thought, so I picked up what was on the ground."

Gilbert: "How can you be so distracted when I'm here?"

Emma: "... I was thinking of you, Prince Gilbert."

(Oh, yeah?)

Gilbert: "What specifically?"

Emma: "Was it a coincidence that Prince Gilbert came to the party venue... I wonder..."

Gilbert: "How could it be such a coincidence?"

The memory of The Day of Bloodstained Roses 10 years ago is ingrained in the people of Rhodolite.   //   For the people of Rhodolite, The Day of Bloodstained Roses of 10 years ago is deeply rooted.

As long as it is there, anyone involved with Obsidian should be loathed.

(A party is the perfect opportunity to release my daily frustrations, and I wouldn't miss it.)

I get on the ground again and gather up the petals.

Emma: "What is your purpose?"

Gilbert: "Do you need a reason to help a friend?"

Emma: "... I feel like that help is strangling me."

(I know.)

Gilbert: "You seem to have forgotten that I'm the bad prince."

Gilbert: "I helped you because I wanted to help you. I don't care if you're in trouble or not."

(... Honestly, you're bad too.)

A large number of rose petals are scattered in the air once more.

The petals that fell on the little rabbit tangled in her long hair.

Gilbert: "Isn't it beautiful?"

Emma: "... It's beautiful, but please stop."

(Yeah, that's it. If you had said those words, I wouldn't have been involved.)

I sat down next to the little rabbit with a smile on my face.

Gilbert: "How come you could say 'stop' to me and not to them?"

Emma: "What…"

Gilbert: "When the water was poured on you, you tried to settle the matter by keeping quiet, didn't you?"

Emma: "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it." 

Gilbert: "You're an idiot."

Gilbert: "If you tolerate poor harassment, eventually it will become the norm and you will be despised every time."

Gilbert: "Instead of making a big deal out of it, you're going to escalate it, okay?"

(Keeping quiet is not a solution to anything.)

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???: "-- I'm fine… Big brother is not the kind of person to do such a thing."

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(——... Just a fool.)

Gilbert: "If someone pours water on you, you just have to fight back."

Gilbert: "Did you hesitate because you were dealing with a high-ranking aristocrat?"

Emma: "There's a little bit of that."

(Even the little rabbit, aristocracy is rooted in the unconscious.) **

I take a breath and look up at the night sky.

Gilbert: "No matter how accomplished the nobles are, they're still the same people."

Gilbert: "That's not a reason for you to be watered down, nor a reason for you to swallow your frustration."

Gilbert: "Don't worry, no matter how many fights you put up, you won't get killed. As long as I'm on the court, I'll always be watching you."

Gilbert: "I hate disgusting things. Be careful next time, okay?"

I spun sweetly with an extraordinarily gentle smile. **

But Miss Bunny raises her eyebrows.

Emma: "That, too..."

Emma: "Does that count as 'trampling'?"

(Err...)

As I said, there is no malice in my words now.

I covered my face with my hands as if to convey my feelings of emptiness.

Gilbert: "Oh, man. It's sad that even my good intentions are taken that way."

Gilbert: "... Sniffle."

Emma: "No, it's not that! It's just that Prince Gilbert is such a great guy..."

Gilbert: ". . ."

Emma: "... My apologies. What I said earlier was too rude."

(... It's easy.)

Gilbert: "You can make as many verbal apologies as you want."

Emma: "Then I'll show you how."

When I felt the little rabbit stand up, I stopped my false crying and looked up, and petals rained down on my head.

The petals cling to the hair and give off a faintly sweet scent...

(I never thought anyone would do this to me.)

The person responsible for raining petals was smiling with satisfaction.

Emma: "This is because you seemed to like it... It's beautiful when I look at it again."

(I still like the little rabbit. The more we get to know each other, the less reserved I am towards her.)

It is rare to find a man who sets aside the title of Prince of Obsidian.

(But...) 

When I smiled at her, she breathed a sigh of relief——

Gilbert: "Do you really think you are allowed to do this to a royal guest?"

Emma: "Wasn't it Prince Gilbert who said, "If something is done to you, you must do it back"!?"

Gilbert: "I don't think you're dealing with the right person. We are all equal, but the law has its own rules, right?"

(For some reason, it makes me want to be mean.)

Gilbert: "No need to show any restraint or mercy to the young lady who has been disrespectful, right?"

I get up from the bench and grab the little rabbit's hand.

Emma: "Um...?"

Gilbert: "Hmm?"

( If I recall correctly, I read the book that the little rabbit loves to read before coming here...) 

Until the little rabbit came back from the party.

While remembering the story I read to pass the time, I bring my lips to her wrist…

Her slender hands trembled as I sucked her skin as hard as I could without mercy, like a scoundrel.

Emma: "... Ouch."

(Wow, I didn't know it could leave such a beautiful mark.)

he look so proud xD

Gilbert: "You like that, don't you?"

Emma: "I don't think I'm the one who––"

Gilbert: "Because there was this scene in that book."

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Gilbert: "I see you like these stories, little rabbit. The evil emperor was converted by the love of a village girl––"

Emma: "Why is Prince Gilbert in my room!"

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It seems I'm not the only one who remembers the conversation we had before coming to the Rose Garden.

I couldn't help but laugh at the little rabbit with red ears.

Gilbert: "I'm looking forward to what kind of rumors will come out of this."

Emma: "Would you do this to anyone to achieve your goals?"

Gilbert: "You think I'm naughty like that with anyone." // "I can't believe I'm considered such a slut."

(If someone who knows me sees what I'm doing now, I wonder if they'll pull back.)

I twirl the little rabbit's hair around my fingers and whisper softly.

Gilbert: "I only do it to you."

please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks he's seducing her xDD

Emma: ". . ."

Gilbert: "In the first place, I came to Rhodolite――to you."

Emma: "To me?"

Gilbert: "Heh, it's nothing."

Gilbert: "Because I want you to like me."

(The kinder I am to you, the more you will be cornered.)

(Like today, you become more and more isolated, knowing so much malice... Stagnant, muddled…)

(Maybe you'll learn to trust me only.)

(If that happens, I'd love to take you back to Obsidian.)   //   (In that case, it would be nice to take her back to Obsidian.)   //   (In that case, it would be nice to take her home to Obsidian.)

(It's not exactly what I came to Rhodolite for, but I'm starting to think about that recently.)

After all, it is a tower on the sand - but everyone should be allowed to at least dream about it. **

(So you shouldn't be bothered by me any more than you already are, little rabbit.)

(Even though I put on a friendly face in front of you...)

(That face I showed you at the party is the real me.)

#サイバード #イケメン王子 #ギルベルト=フォン=オブシディアン #ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince jp #ikeprince translation #ikeprince spoilers #dahlia's bad translation

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

//That feel when even your bunny realises your flat mate is an asshole and starts kicking his ass whenever she sees him

#//wish that had been a bunny but it’s still accurate #//if only I could fist bump her #//she legit has started attacking him for no reason at all #//and I low key love it #//hahahah #//ooc

[thesevro]

wanna watch / gojo s. + nanami k.

𝖌𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 + 𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2.3K words

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: where gojo and nanami decide to get greedy. together. 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: explicit smut, voyeurism, polygamy, one mention of bondage, cum play

HIS AND THE other man's legs cross at almost the same time. Both are trying their damnedest to hide the largest secrets they could ever keep.

Gojo watches you move about with probing eyes. Ignores the innocence of your routine, how you bustle innocuously about with a distracted frown on your face as you kindly prepare coffee and tea for them and yourself. The scent of ground beans fills the air with thick redolence but he can only imagine the smell of your hair as he pulls it back with his hands. This happens in one of his fantasies. In another, he has his face buried in your locks as he fucks you from behind.

I bet she would taste sweet. The thought is such a prominent fantasy that he almost sees you there on the counter, legs spread, clothes as much of a mess as he can make you. He imagines sticking his head between your legs. Listening to the melody of your name spilling from your mouth. He swallows, tries to calm his nerves. He's never been more grateful for the blindfold over his eyes.

Nanami's eyes, hidden from behind his goggles, conceal none of his other tells. He half-fools himself into believing no one can see how his head tilts downward ever so slightly to eye the swell of your ass as you bend over to fetch a bag of coffee grains from a low cupboard. How he lets his eyes greedily devour the sight of the skin on your stomach as you reach for a coffee mug on a shelf high above your head, shirt rising. His jaw tightens. He has too many tells.

Want to bend her over that counter and fill her up.

He wants to run his hands over your stomach. Hook your thighs around his head as he eats you out. Slap your ass until you beg for him to keep going because he knows he can just be that good.

Must she really maintain perpetual seduction? I would like to enjoy her here. School policies could go and suck my—

The two men have the same thing on their minds. The same hedonism. The same nasty thoughts of fucking you until you see stars and cry their names. Makes their brows furrow ever so slightly, their breaths stutter in their chests.

Natural seductress, the pair concludes at the same time.

And you are the first to break the immense focus that has narrowed their visions to mere thoughts of fucking you into oblivion.

"What are you two looking at? You've been staring at me like a bunch of hungry dogs since I came in." You pretend to wave them away, still grinding up coffee with one hand. Boiling tea whistles in another pot. "Shoo, shoo~~ I don't have any food on me."

"Bunny," Gojo starts, rising from his seat with a hand already at the hem of his uniform. Ready to pull it off. Nanami follows. "There's something much tastier right here in front of us."

"Yes." Nanami reaches you first. He will never admit it but he has not always been the best at repressing his need for you. "I must agree with Gojo, for once. You would taste so much better."

"Oh." You smirk. "So you were watching?"

Gojo pauses. Then he laughs. Realizes something.

"You put on such a show for us... on purpose?" Nanami asks this with his teeth nipping at your ear. Gojo lets the man enjoy himself. You two have always been able to show him the naughtiest shit. Sometimes he wonders if Nanami was a sex god in his past life. Occasionally... the blonde had been able to show him, his natural enemy, a very, very good time as well.

"Well. I don't see why I couldn't have done that." You chuckle softly in response to Nanami's query, reaching for Gojo. He kisses your hand. The inside of your wrist. Then he gently pushes Nanami to the side so he can raise you up on the counter.

Nanami cocks his head at Gojo as the other man pulls back to switch the boiling tea off. The blonde raises a question with his eyes as Gojo only crosses his arms and leans back into the counter.

"Only feel like watching today," Gojo says, shrugging.

"Aww," you whine, pouting at him from your place. "But I want you to join us! That was the whole point of my show. Won't be the same without you."

"Careful bunny," Gojo warns, wagging a finger. "We both know that Nanami gets jealous easily."

"...Uh, no, he doesn't." You and Nanami share a dubious glance with each other. "Well, Nanami and I both know you can be a very big dumbass sometimes. Always bouncing around with candy. Always copping a feel of my ass and Nanami's man tiddies whenever you get the chance—"

"Alright honey. That's enough." Nanami molds his mouth into yours. His hand clasps your hip. Another hand grasps the side of your neck in one large palm. You shiver at the hold he has on your neck. Spread your legs wider so he can stand between you.

Nanami slips a hand between your thighs. His fingers explore very familiar territory. He's touched you here many times before.

Your shoulders tense as he slides two fingers along your slit. You wind your fingers through the back of his hair. Let it be a small anchoring point for you as Nanami fucks you with his fingers.

"Nanami, fuck," you swear as he flicks your clit, and this makes Gojo and Nanami himself shift in place to adjust their pants. "Don't make me wait. Let's make this a good show for our audience."

You lace your fingers through his tie. Pull it off and toss it in Gojo's direction so that it lands to hang over his shoulder. Gojo cheers. You and Nanami kiss once more. His tongue warms yours in your mouth. You get the smallest openings to get a taste of his mouth.

He makes sure you keep your shirt on. If anyone were to walk in... well, Gojo wouldn't be fired on the spot, he was much too valuable. You would be allowed to remain with your position as the second strongest sorcerer, too. Him... well, maybe he could just become your concubine.

But he slips two of your buttons off. It shows enough skin for him to mark. He is careful not to leave any above your collarbone as he pulls away from your mouth to nibble and bite at the flesh bulging from your bra.

"Wish we could take it all off," Gojo murmurs as he watches Nanami ravage you. His pants have come undone. He holds his cock in one hand. Strokes it languidly as he listens keenly to your pants and Nanami's grunts. He loves the sounds you both make.

"Maybe putting your cock in my mouth would make things a little better for us," you suggest with a wavering smirk. It disappears completely as Nanami pulls your panties off. He throws it in Gojo's direction as well. Let it be another token of appreciation for their most loyal viewer.

Gojo shifts again as your pretty undergarments land right on his shoulder. He almost strides over to you and does exactly as you asked of him. But control has always been his one point of mastery, unlikely as it seems.

"Let's let you and Nanami enjoy this by yourselves, bunny."

Nanami fingers your slick folds with insidious circular motions. He doesn't stop these motions as he undoes his belt. You push both his hands away to undo it yourself, and to do it properly. It's always been satisfying to unbuckle the length of leather from around his hips. More so to let him wrap it around your wrists. But you have no time for that.

The tongue of the belt hangs just by his hips as you pull his boxers down. You conjure a condom from a pocket in your skirt, grinning slyly at Nanami as he stares down at you in bewilderment. You slide it over his cock. He tenses with the work of your skilled hands, stomach clenching. Absent lube, you briefly wet the rubber with spit to let Nanami's travel to your cunny be a smooth one.

Nanami cups your bottom with a hand. Half your ass hangs over the counter, just enough for the position to stay comfortable but far enough off the counter for him to lead his cock into your cunt. His eyes close as you grab his goggles between two fingers and pull it off his face. He presses his forehead to yours and gives you a chaste, simple kiss. You wrap your hands around his neck to kiss him with the same affection, smiling gently into the kiss. The moment between you is so intimate Gojo nearly feels guilty for bearing witness.

"Gonna get inside you, darling," Nanami murmurs, pulling away from the kiss. He buries his face into your neck with his first slide into you. His breaths come out in grunts. When you whisper his name with that wonderful breathy tone that comes from you every time he or Gojo fucks you, he almost moans.

Nanami possesses this sweet inclination towards fucking you nice and slow in the beginning of a round. But the threat of a peeping Tom (would likely be, unintentionally on the boy's part, Yuji) looms over your heads and frees him of his inhibitions. His first thrust is slow. Gentle, even. Then he pounds into you so hard your body reacts and twitches on its own.

"Fuck! Nanami!"

He does this. Again and again. Creates a rhythm violent enough to crack the counter as his knees meet it with each thrust. Even Gojo doesn't notice. Too much of his focus lies on enjoying such a glorious show.

The sounds of his cock fucking your pussy are downright filthy. Force Nanami to be forthright and he would accurately call them pornographic. Your moans are just as salacious, and the closeness of each sound of pleasure that escapes your lips makes him rut into you with harsher vigor. You bury your head into his shoulder. Cry out into his neck. He can feel the sounds on his skin.

The cold metal of his belt buckle cools the hot skin on one of your thighs. The roughness of that leather rubbing to a part of you so close to your cunt makes your pussy convulse. Nanami pants quietly at the overwhelming sensation of your hole squeezing him. He turns to Gojo with hooded eyes. They widen once the sight before him comes into focus.

"Darling," he grunts out into your neck. "Look at Gojo."

Gojo doesn't notice yours or Nanami's gazes. He ruts into his hand, pumping it over his cock in wild motions. He's thrown his head back in ecstasy, luxuriating in the memorized images of you drooling while Nanami fucks you and the face Nanami made only a minute ago as you clenched around him particularly tight. His throat bobs as he feels himself near his peak. He pants. Breaths the beat of a hummingbird's wings. The man looks absolutely ethereal fucking his own hand.

He notices how the sounds of your fucking have stopped. He pulls his head back forward, concerned but still dazed with lust. He blinks at you and Nanami. Eyes following movement as you hold a hand out to him once more.

"Join us, baby," you insist.

"You look needy," Nanami intones with a ghost of a laugh.

Still, Gojo hesitates.

"Gojo." The firmness in Nanami's voice makes him impossibly harder. He and the other man stare at each other with sin in the eyes. "Come." Nanami curls a finger, beckoning Gojo over. "Make her cum."

And this time he is not willing to protest.

Gojo saunters over to you. Presses a kiss to your bruised mouth and another to Nanami's. He strokes his cock while slipping a hand between the close proximity of yours and Nanami's hips. His fingers find your clit quickly.

You start another rhythm. A more desperate one. You hang just on the edge of your high. The muscles in Nanami's abdomen are tight. Gojo is just as close. Not so far behind. And when your hand slips downward to let him fuck your palm and fingers, he has to lean into your shoulder to keep himself from falling over.

You are the first to unwind. The two men look up to commit the sight of the peak of pleasure on your face to their memory. They savor your moans. Nanami fucks you a little harder. Groans as the hot fist of your pussy squeezes him, milks him. His balls tighten as he empties load into you.

Gojo leaves a mess on your hands as he cums. Sighs into your neck as his eyes roll back. His body shudders with Nanami's as he cums with the other man almost simultaneously.

It takes some time for your bodies to relax. It is dangerous to hang around here, with Gojo's cock in your hand and Nanami's length in your cunt. But this was a good show. One you put all efforts into perfecting.

Nanami kisses your neck tenderly before pulling his cock out of you. You shiver as it slides from your cunt. Nanami wipes at the wet slick between your thighs with a handkerchief while Gojo buttons your shirt up again. They baby you while their cocks hang out like monstrous masses. You almost laugh. It's vulgarly comedic.

Nanami smooths your hair and kisses you again, then steps back to fix his own clothes. Gojo sets your collar straight and smiles tiredly at you, then rests back next to you on the counter to pull his pants up. You raise a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning against Gojo in exhaustion.

Your eyes catch something, and before you can fix your hair you see the white streaking your hand. You blink dumbly at the mess on your palm. It's sticky between your fingers. When the idea comes to you, a feline-like sense of danger returns to your features.

"Gojo, Nanami," you call. Gojo looks to you with a smile that falls immediately as you perform what you know will not be the denouement of your show. Nanami observes your actions with a dipped head and a growl forming in his throat.

The two men are forced to undress once more as you lick at Gojo's cum with the indecency of a starved minx. Tongue between your fingers. Cum sliding down your throat as you lap it all up.

This time, you lock the door. A good idea on your part. Because the round lasts well into the afternoon. Many knocks sound on the door as you enjoy yourselves.

It is a delightful way to spend a day at work.

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hiii may i request sfw and nsfw hcs of megumi x a reader that reminds everyone of a little bunny?

yes absolutely u can i love furthering my bunny reader agenda thank you for this, also i hope this is what you wanted!

CONTENT WARNING: sfw & nsfw (MDNI), teeth rotting fluff, megumi being a jealous stoic fuck, swearing, sukuna makes an appearance (and is his own warning), yuji is too nice or a simp you decide, gojo being himself, dom! megumi x sub!reader, fem bodied reader (kinda not really), size kink, slight corruption kink if you read into it, megumi can get a little mean, rough sex, oral (reader receiving), mating press, reader is a lil dumb n we love them <3, that being said there’s a slight dumbification kink here, very slight degradation and dacryphilia

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SFW

over the log and under the brush... no one can find out how the hell someone like you got with megumi— or, more accurately, how someone with megumi got with you.

a classic case of opposites attract? perhaps. even still, at first glance, the two of you seem wholly incompatible, regardless of balance, and megumi has not heard the end of it since the first time his friends saw you bounce up to him and peck him sweetly on the nose. (that was the first of many times he wished a curse might burst out of the ground and swallow him whole, but still, he didn’t push you away).

gojo, obviously, gives him a special type of hell. the grin on his face when he first saw you, sweet and skittish and bubbly as could be, was nothing short of wolfish. you were such a cute little thing, and even as he nudged megumi about how weak you might’ve seemed, he was never rude to you. that would’ve been too easy, and as dickish as he is, you didn’t deserve it.

no— megumi was his target, after all, and he didn’t have to be mean to you to mess with him. every subtly filthy and vulgar joke imaginable left his mouth, and he was always torn over if he enjoyed the way you flushed and hid behind megumi, or the way megumi’s stoic facade shattered so easily. he’d called him every name in the book after that; not that it’d had much effect. gojo got too much of a kick out of it, and you were just too cute.

“where’s thumper?”

megumi glanced up, brows furrowing.

“come again?”

he didn’t need to peek beneath gojo’s blindfold to see him roll his eyes. and, worse, he didn’t particularly care for the growing grin that quirked his mentor’s lips.

“thumper? yea-high, only sorcerer scared of their own shadow, cute little ass—“

megumi recoiled in immediate disgust, glaring daggers at his friend.

“i get it, asshole.” he paused, seemingly torn between indulging his curiosity and desperately wishing to break gojo’s teeth in. “why thumper?”

gojo shrugged.

“the nose thing.”

megumi couldn’t disagree. you did have a habit of twitching your nose whenever something bothered you; it was one of many reasons why you were so easy to read. (you also had a tendency to tap your foot when you were anxious, but he didn’t need to fuel gojo’s fire).

yuji was, expectedly, equally as stunned when he met you, seeing you peek out shyly from behind megumi’s back and waving at him, smiling brightly despite your apparent shyness. when he’d smiled back, you perked up immediately, rushing to greet the boy with stunning enthusiasm. (megumi had tried not to grind his teeth. he, of course, failed miserably).

unlike gojo though, yuji seemed to understand you two together more than anyone else. sure, it was a little weird, seeing someone as excitable and friendly as you standing next to a man he wasn’t sure knew what smiling was, but when he really thought about it, it made sense.

megumi, for all his nihilistic spew, had a hero’s heart. he wanted to save the world, protect the innocent, and you were about as innocent as it could get. and further, you weren’t the type to fall prey to the encroaching thoughts of inevitable misery many of the other sorcerers did, that megumi did, and it kept him from drowning in them.

you also trusted megumi, that much was glaringly obvious. you bounced around beside him, clinging onto his hand and ducking behind him when you were unsure (if someone looked a little closer, they would’ve seen the way megumi was the one squeezing your hand tighter so you wouldn’t let go, and gently pushing you behind him when he thought there was a threat). as scared as you sometimes seemed to be at every little thing, if megumi was around, you acted like you could take on the world.

you were skittish, yes, but not stupid. you knew your limits, and megumi knew you would be okay without him. still, it was easy to forget, because you just seemed so small sometimes. perhaps not physically, but when you curled into yourself or shied behind him, or when you bounced excitedly or twitched your nose, it was hard to remember how powerful you really were.

this was especially hard to remember when sukuna had gone after you, just to fuck with megumi. he failed, and since then, had made countless comments about missing ‘the little bunny’. strangely, you didn’t seem scared when sukuna emerged. you didn’t even hide behind megumi (and he desperately wished you did).

toji is a complete pervert towards you im so sorry

NSFW

megumi is, at his core, a raging fucking hypocrite. for as protective as he is, and as delicate as he insists you are, he seems to have no issue rutting into you like a goddamn animal.

he doesn’t mean to be rough, but sometimes it’s the only way he can reign you in. you’re so bouncy and so flitty, especially when you ride him, he has to bring you back down to earth.

you’re so easily excitable and sometimes you get these dumb ideas in your cute little head and, as usual, almost hurt yourself. you never want to let him prep you, always insisting that you can take him when you know you can’t, pawing at his belt and whining, begging him to let you ride him.

he usually ends up having to pin you down so he can take care of you, making you cum on his tongue at least twice before you even think about taking him.

sometimes, though, he just lets you do it because you just won’t fucking listen, and mocks you for crying because you did it to yourself

he lets you bounce yourself on his cock, and, as usual, has to grip your hips and force you to slow down because you overwhelm yourself so easily, you’re so sensitive and it’s like you forget that every time

it’s easiest when he has your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he drives into you, almost chuckling at each little squeak you let out. then, at the very least, he doesn’t have to worry about his dumb little bunny hurting themselves.

* he always takes such good care of you though, especially after, cradling you close to him like you’re the most precious, fragile little thing he’s ever held (and like he didn’t just rearrange your insides), happy that he can keep you safe from the world, even if only for a little while.

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