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#♡The Emperor
sorcerous-caress · 6 months
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Giving them a hug
[ Bg3, fluff, nb!reader, several characters ]
[ Omeluum, The Emperor, Nere, Nym, Sorn, Minthara, Raphael ]
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Omeluum
"Child, you have returned. Has your search been completed?" Floating just above the moss covered ground, the mindflayer you've grown quite accustomed to seeing as of lately, was in his usual spot.
Without saying a word, you saw the curiosity in Omeluum's eyes as you approached him.
He didn't make a move as he observed you move even closer, wrapping your hands around him and burying your face in the front of his robe.
You can feel the tentacles floating above your head, unsure of where to go and awkwardly moving away to give your body the proper space.
Pressing yourself closer into his embrace, you took a deep breath as you felt his long arms pat your back.
"It seems you have been in quite the stressful state."
You didn't let go. You didn't want to. Omeluum understood that in his own way, finding your specie's need for physical contact very fascinating.
More so that you chose him as your stress relief, he feels deeply honoured.
The Emperor
"Very well." A familiar voice spoke inside your mind. And just like that, a portal to the asteral plane opened up to you
Stepping inside, you were met with the person of your dreams. Every detail of their being moulded to your taste and liking.
"There you are." A honeyed voice called out to you from their soft lips. They approached you with the enthusiasm of an overseas lover finally coming home to their partner.
"No." You took a step back from their offered embrace, inviting you into their warmth. "Not this, I want the real you."
The most beautiful eyes you've ever seen in your life stared at you with a worried expression. That faux worry barely lasted a second before their face became neutral again.
"As you say." Dispelling the illusion, The Emperor stood above you with his towering figure. Cold tendrills and the same haunting purple eyes.
Making the first move, you took a couple of steps forward. The tentacles parted and made a space for you to slot your body against his.
Cold to the touch with a very unfamiliar texture, it was smooth yet hard in certain places. Still, you wrapped your arms around him in a resemblance of a hug.
His tentacles slowly curled around your body parts. Twirling itself around each part and bringing you even closer.
He didn't have a heartbeat. He head three instead, each of them drumming to their own rhythm.
The tentacles kept caressing you, his arms stayed at his sides.
Nere
"You should've left to deliver my important message to general Thorm." Nere's voice didn't hide his annoyance and neither did his look of disdain, "just what are you waiting around for?"
You shrugged, "a hug."
Preparing yourself to receive even more mocking and complaining, you were pleasantly met with a tired sigh instead.
"First that...filthy drider creature's bursts of insanity and now your perversion, why do I always get the defective ones." Nere impatiently made his way into your personal space.
Just as you started to explain how you truly just wanted a simple hug and didn't have ulterior intentions, you were rudly hushed and pulled against his body.
He smelled...like burned powder and rubble, of course he did. But below it, you could catch a faint scent of lavender.
His arms were firm as they held you in place, squeezing just enough to make you feel a comfortable pressure.
And when you wrapped your arms around him gently, hugging him back, you swore you saw his pointy ears droop just slightly.
This was...really nice actually. You never expected to even get a hug, let alone one this comforting.
And then you were unceremoniously pushed away from his body, almost losing your balance and falling into the pits of lava behind you.
He didn't show any signs of caring, "I've indulged your degenerate fantasies enough, now go and do your job."
Nym
"Of course, anything you want." She smiled so sweetly as she said it, "would you prefer we get comfortable on the bed? I'd be able to hold you much longer then."
Her body was so soft, holding you closer to her chest. Drawing soothing circles on yout back with her expert fingers.
The atmosphere was very peaceful, her touches very gentle and she smelled even better.
You had no doubt that she genuinely wanted you to have a great experience, no matter how insignificant one hug might seem in the grand scheme of things.
To you, it was clearly important at this moment, and that's more than enough reason for her to go the extra mile.
Occasionally, she'd hum a tone, soft spoken words in drow language slipping past her lips. Slowly and carefully pronouncing each syllable like a lullaby.
Sorn
"A hug? Really?" Confusion clear on his face, he crossed his arms against his exposed chest, "you know, you could've just asked for my sister instead. This is her domian more."
You shook your head, "I know, but I wanted you."
Sorn's eyes narrowed at you in suspension, "Just to be fully clear with each other, is it really just a hug? This isn't some niche fetish or form of foreplay?"
"Just a hug."
Seemingl convinced with you not having ulterior intentions, much to his displeasure, Sorn stepped closer to you with opened arms.
Lean muscles enveloped you, awkward at first before easing into a more protective hug. Sorn was clearly taking inspiration from his only other source of hugs.
You felt safe in his arms, like you had someone to relay on.
"It will be okay, you're safe." His words of comfort came shortly. And despite his earlier reluctants, it felt like he genuinely meant them.
He held you tightly.
You hugged back, feeling his body shiver at the soft, non-intrusive touches.
After it ended, he stepped back. His body clearly more relaxed and at ease.
"I have to admit, that wasn't as bad as I expected."
Minthara
You swore you could see her judging you as she appeased your request in her mind.
You hoped that the trust you've built between the two of you so far would assure her that you weren't trying to backstab her or trick her.
"Come." She finally gave her permission.
Her blood ran hot, you realised as you were met with the warmth of her embrace.
Still, her body remained stiff as you held her. This was clearly a very unfamiliar territory to her.
"Try to relax, i promise you'll be safe." You whispered against her ear.
She took a deep breath, taking what felt like was a leap of faith to her, she let her body melt against yours.
Holding onto your waist, her firm grip kept you in place against her body.
She didn't let go when you attempted to pull away.
"If we are to stop this, it will be on my own terms." She said as she kept holding you close. You've willingly walked into her web, and there was no escaping now.
Raphael
"Why, of course, anything for my favourite client." His pride was clear in his stance even as he extended an arm to you, "come to me, little mouse."
Listening to the devil on your shoulder, you did.
You were met with burning heat, flinching away the second you touched him.
A low chuckle came from his lips, clear amusement at toying with you. "Oh is it too much for you to handle? My my, and here I thought you knew what you were getting into."
With a snap of his fingers, a soft glow envelops your body from head to toe. It made you feel lighter and left a hint of a sweet taste at the back of your throat.
"Here, something to keep that deary skin of yours from melting off. We wouldn't want to tarnish your beauty now, would we?" Cupping your face in his hands, you felt absolutely none of the previous heat as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.
"Enough games, my hug, now." You said sternly as he laughed at your impatience.
But no teasing came. Instead, you were completely wrapped into his embrace. His wings enveloping you and caging you more into his body.
The expensive materials of his clothes did wonders to cover all the ridges and sharp angles underneath them that adorned his body.
For a moment in time, you managed to find rest and comfort in a devil's embrace. Willingly surrendering yourself to him as he pressed his nose against the pule point at your throat, inhaling deeply.
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honeybleed · 4 days
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two’s a crowd, three’s a party !
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content & warnings: fem!reader, ace & sabo are surfers, adult content (oral, f. receiving, handjob, fingering, breastplay, exhibitionism) mdni
author’s note: one piece theme saur why nawt, also yes sabo is british to me 🫠
at the beach ! ft. ace & sabo
All eyes were on you as you strode onto the beach. You’d reserved a recliner and you were planning on soaking up some rays.
It was some much-needed R&R after the hectic work schedule you’d had the entirety of the year.
There were some familiar faces from the resort as you lowered your sunglasses and rested on the lounger.
You’d bumped into the pretty blond with a burn mark across his left eye at the resort you were staying at.
He was standing by the tides with a man around his height, they were both tan and you remembered Sabo — the blond with the British accent telling you they were here for a few weeks now.
The man beside him had tousled black hair and the cutest freckles, you bit the inside of your cheek as the two of them kept glancing at you.
He told you his friend was called Ace and they always grew up around water. Whether it was the waterfalls hidden in the mountains, the wide lakes or beaches like this.
You shook your head as you snickered to yourself. They seemed to be vying for your attention with the tricks they were doing on their surfboards.
After you made some headway in your book, you decided to make your way to change into your swimsuit properly.
That was until a soaking wet hand gripped your wrist. You almost yelped in fear but you calmed down when you were greeted by the handsome freckled friend up close.
“You scared me!” You tutted, snatching your wrist away.
“Jeez, I’m sorry.” He said with a sheepish smile, eyes forming into mini crescents. “You were givin’ me and Sabo the eyes back there, now you’re leavin’ us out in the cold?”
You snickered. It was funny seeing these two men get so sulky because you weren’t folding so easily.
“Eh? What did you want me to do? I can’t surf.”
“We could teach you!”
Yeah, you could imagine their ‘teaching’ and how handsy they’d get. Hands on your hips. He looks like an ass man.
“Sure. Maybe next time.” You said airily as you turned away but you were practically ambushed by Sabo who was backing you up into Ace.
You turned to look at them each, they were practically salivating at you.
“Or why don’t we just cut to the chase and take what we want?” Sabo chuckled darkly as he pressed you into Ace.
“Sounds like a good idea.” Ace replied with a smirk.
Tugged into the beach hut, Sabo locked the door.
“We’re gonna have to be quick.” You murmured as he almost immediately captured your lips.
Fluttering your eyes closed, you settled your hand on the nape of Sabo’s neck.
You gasped as you felt Ace begin to palm and knead your tits over the bikini top, it nearly made your knees give out.
“Anybody interrupts and I’ll tell ‘em to fuck off.” Ace said bluntly as his mouth latched onto the side of your throat teeth grazing, practically digging his fingers into the flesh of your breasts.
You whined into Sabo’s mouth at Ace’s ministrations, and he used it as an opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue.
Sabo used his free hand to untie the indigo and turquoise patterned sarong watching it clatter onto the ground, licking his lips at your panty-clad mound.
You hissed when his thumb pressed against the fabric, and he revelled in the dampness, placing a tender kiss on your inner thigh as he used his thumb to tug your panties off.
“I think she likes that..” Ace remarked triumphantly between hot, wet kisses he laved across your collarbone, moving upwards to your neck.
“Course she does…was playin’ all hard to get, doesn’t she know we love to spoil a gorgeous girl?” Sabo responded smugly.
Ace cupped your jaw to turn you to face him. The entirety of the sensitive skin around your throat was tingling and coated in his saliva with bite marks.
You whimpered as Sabo gave an experimental stroke to gather the juices from between your thighs, pulling his fingers from your wet heat, bringing them up to his mouth, sucking them clean obnoxiously as his gaze remained locked onto yours.
You could barely focus, your mind was lost in a pleasurable haze from their actions. Your arm draped around Ace’s neck to keep your balance.
“Easy, baby…” Ace cooed as he bit your earlobe, twirling his tongue around the shell of your ear. “Don’t go passin’ out on us. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
He was powering through the way his arousal was throbbing painfully, your moans, the breathy and wet sounds of your kisses and the way you felt in his grip was too much for him.
There was a collective gasp from you both as your hand reached down his swimming trunks, and his hips jerked involuntarily, pushing his length into your hand, almost begging for more contact.
Sabo’s index and forefinger parted your folds to expose your swollen clit and his tongue swept across the sensitive nub causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head with a groan, sending shivers down your spine.
Through the lust fog, your thumb smeared the precum leaking from Ace’s tip, he whimpered losing his composure and Lothario-esque facade as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
Safe to say, there was a pretty long queue outside that cotton candy pink beach hut.
author’s note: thank u for reading! interactions & reblogs are always appreciated 💘
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chuuie-moon · 10 months
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hauntingfaerie · 3 months
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blueberrysans346 · 1 year
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I've no idea how lightning/shadows work💀
Here's without the other stuff:
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stellarwaffles · 1 year
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Drawing my Lego Ninjago minifigures pt 8
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enypneon · 4 months
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the emperor is WHOOOOAHSHDHA????
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smartylina · 3 months
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HI! It's the mun here!
I'm new on this site so I'm still trying to figure out how Tumblr works. I apologize in advance.
Anyway.
Hi! I'm Yaz. A veteran hispanic fan of the Kuzco movies and series.
I also want to contribute to the ENG/ENS franchise by finally sharing some ideas I've had for ages. Specially about Malina.
Sooo... I was thinking that since Kuzco and some others have established headcanons by fans (such good ones btw) I thought Malina should have some too. So I may start with this girls' headcanons on another post. Only to see if the mun for the best Kuzco here agrees or not aggshsjs. (It's @boombambaby)
Props to my one and only inspiration and new friend :D. Yes, every ENG fan is my friend even if we don't know each other xD ahgsgaj) that is the one I tagged for motivating me to share my stuff, making me overcome my shyness and fear ahaha. [Spoiler: I'm the one who told u on twitter I got crazy ideas but that I felt insecure about them, idk if u remember me aha xD]
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thedeadthree · 1 year
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𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 — THE ANGUISH OF ATALANTEA AND THE SACRIFICE OF SAERA. THE CAUTIONARY TALES OF HOUSE ANDORAL. [ TEMPLATE BY @unholymilf ♡]
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maddymoreau · 2 years
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lautakwah · 29 days
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reading this fan tl (which is btw far superior to the sole "official" tl in english) of the deer and the cauldron and the swears take me out every time 😭😭😭 they censor b!tch and b@stard like That and also "hot piece mama" gets thrown around like every other sentence which i can only assume is 他吗的 in the original??? also also special shoutout to the turtle(-related) swears which are always translated literally, they couldve used bastard/son of a bitch/piece of shit/etc but kept it as turtle which makes it a million times funnier
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sorcerous-caress · 7 months
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Putting makeup on them
[ Bg3, fluff, several characters ] [inspired by this ]
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Minthara
You straddled her waist as you held the makeup brush. Minthara's laying figure below you remained stoic even as she closed her eyes delicately when you started applying the eyeshadow.
A peaceful silence fell between the two of you. Time fading with each gentle stroke against her skin. Her stressful life and age showed in the subtle wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, you paid no mind to conceal them.
Instead, you focused on her eyes and thin lips. Picking the right colours to complement her violet skintone and grey hair.
When you finished, she made no move to remove you from on top of her, nor did she offer the mirror you handed her more than a mere glance before focusing back on you.
"You did well." Her freshly painted lips said, gloss still shining on them.
Gale
Deep brown eyes looked up at you from where his head laid on your lap, puppylike and lovestruck as he smiled.
"I can't say I had personal experience in this field, but you'd be pleased to find me a most pleasant student." His smile slowly grew into a huge grin as you applied a cream to his face with your fingers, rubbing it into his skin with care.
"Is that what your professors told you? A pleasure to have in class?" You replied, picking up the brush and applying the perfect blue to compliment his eyes, "close your eyes for me."
"Well, no." He closed them, "in the most generous of cases, I was and as they described, a menace."
You chuckled as you tried to keep your hand study with all of his squirming, "I'm starting to agree with them." Maybe he found the sensation ticklish.
Dammon
You cupped his jaw in your hand, tilting his chin up as you leaned in closer. His throat moved as he swallowed, hands fidgeting with the hem of his appron.
"We're almost done, I'm just adding the final touches." You said as you readjusted the brush between your fingers.
He attempted to nod before hesitating and deciding against it to not mess up your work.
The most lovely of blushes adorned his sharp cheekbones as you finished applying it, leaning back and admiring your work.
Dammon seemed more at ease now, as he saw the pride in your eyes at your effort, something he was very familiar with.
Picking up your hand that did all the work, He held it gently in his own as he gave it a small kiss.
The Emperor
You weren't sure where to begin, or even if makeup is safe for mindflayer skin. Tentacles floated and twisted in the air around your form, as if ready to envelope you. Their tips would occasionally brush and trail along your figure, although The Emperor made no effort to acknowledge them.
"I'm waiting." His voice echoed in your mind.
You decide to go with a kid safe makeup kit. If it's safe enough for kids to eat, then it's safe enough for mindflayers... you hoped.
In a strange way, he did make the edible glittery highlights work for him. You thought as you admired your work.
Only when you went to grab the small mirror from your pouch, did you notice that the tentacles have successfully entangled themselves around you while you were too focused to notice.
The Emperor kept pretending that nothing unusual was happening.
You handed him the mirror, and he picked the small thing with his hand as he took a look.
"Now that I've indulged you more than enough, I need you to focus on your mission." Was the last mental message you got before you were unceremoniously kicked out of the Asteral plane.
Gortash
Servants scuttered around the ceremonial hall, carrying food trays and putting the last touches on the decorations.
Gortash sat on his throne in the middle of the commotion, fully dresses in his best of robes, with each silver line and accessory shined just enough to almost resemble a mirror.
You stood in front of him, between his knees, parted to give you the space to get closer. Brush in one hand and your makeup pallet on the other.
If you recall correctly, you did finish helping him with the makeup an hour ago. But apparently, some incident happened that caused him to require your assistance again, and immediately, as the servant who came to fetsh you claimed.
Gortash looked up at you with half lidded eyes, a grin on his lips as you took in his perfect face of makeup.
There wasn't much for you to do, really, the makeup was the same as when you finished an hour ago. So you just stood there while pretending to do something as you brushed away at his skin with an empty brush, occasionally adding the most subtle of powders.
Eventually, it had to end when a servant informed both of you that the guests should be arriving soon.
"Be a dear for me and stay close during the coronation. Who knows when I might just need your expertise again."
Mayrina
"It's been so long, I haven't done this since..." her words trailed off as her lips quivered, "Connor's funeral."
You gently wiped the tear stained black makeup from around her eyes. She held on to your shoulders as you cleaned her face.
Her eyelashes fluttered when you applied mascara to them, her fingers holding onto you as if to anchor herself.
"You shouldn't have...I might just cry and ruin it." She looked away from you with shame brewing in her throat.
"Then I'll just wipe it, and we will start over again," you reassured her, "as many times as you need."
Tears threatened to spill from her glossy eyes as she gave a small smile, carefully wiping away the tears she took a deep breath as she faced you again.
"No, no, I won't. I can be strong, like you." She gave your shoulders a squeeze.
Cazador
Candlelight illuminated the room to make up for the tightly closed curtains. You wondered how anyone is able to tell night from day in this palace.
Your fingers were shaking, you took a deep breath to steady them.
Blood red eyes followed your every movement.
Clearing your throat, you presented the pallet of colours to him. "Which one would you prefer?...Sir."
His lips curled in a mock smile, fangs just peaking through for a split second.
"Black."
He always chose black, yet you always asked.
You worked quickly and efficiently. Your purpose was to give some life to his undead skin and conceal anything that might cause suspicion.
Maybe he was waiting for you to slip, you thought as you applied the subtle black liner. Maybe he's waiting for the day you forget to ask beforehand.
You almost shudder at the thought of what he might do that day.
Karlach
She is trying to kill you, you thought, she definitely is doing it on purpose.
"I said I'm sorry, come on," her arms wrapped around you, attempting to soften you up with a hug, "please?"
You weren't buying it at all.
Each single time you'd finish applying her lipstick, she'd lean forward and drown you in kisses. All over your face, your neck and hell even your ears.
The first time was endearing, and the second time was a bit much, but 5 times in a row? You'd be a fool if you fell for that obvious trap again.
"Can you blame you? How could I possibly resist." She whined as she buried her face in your neck, "You're just so focused when you do it, and I get this urge..."
She continues, "you know, sometimes I just can't believe it, the fact I can touch you and kiss you and hug you, I haven't even felt a single touch in so long and suddenly I'm free from that damn engine to do everything I've longed for and more."
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God dammit karlach.
With a sigh, you tell her fine, you'll do it again.
Maybe you really are a fool, but who wouldn't be after seeing that genuine smile of happiness on her face. You'd be the biggest fool in all of faerun if it meant keeping her happy.
Shadowheart
"What, like a doll? Are you sure you won't ask to dress me up next?" She gives a teasing smile as she sits next to you on the couch, looking over your side of makeup equipments and scattered brushes.
"You say that like you don't like the idea." You tease back as you get closer to her, one leg resting on her lap.
"Hmm, maybe I do. What are you going to do about it?" She lets you brush her hair behind her ears, using clips to keep it in place as you get a clear view of her full face.
"I'll let you pick mine if i get to pick yours."
That catches her interest, "You'll just hand me the power of putting you in anything I want... you do know how to persuade someone."
As you start applying her makeup, you feel her relax with your touches. Her skin is very soft against your fingers.
You take your time, making sure to pick something that suits her personal style. As enticing as the thought of going on with a full hot pink on her, you know there will be consequences later. She doesn't forgive nor forget.
After painting her lips, you hand her a mirror. She observes her reflection with a surprised expression.
"I knew you were good at this, I just didn't expect...wow" her eyes are mostly focused on the reflection of her lips.
With a smug experience, you ask if it her highness the princess has any complaints.
"Yeah....just one thought." She puts the mirror down as she leans closer, holding your thigh on her lap so you don't move away.
Pressing her lips onto yours, she kisses you with passion, making you chase after her as she pulls away.
"This colour looks much better on you."
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rotten--cotton · 2 months
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Adding another loser(affectionate) to the f/o list,,
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Love me a man w/ ZERO game, he's so bitchless🩵
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webtoon9715 · 2 years
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Don't be embarrassed baby (*¯ ³¯*)♡
Webtoon name: Remarried empress (재혼 황후)
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venalier · 2 years
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FLOWERS FOR EMPEROR KADRIAN.
it’s not that she hadn’t expected him to take maria’s idea seriously. but, after what’d happened at the luncheon...? for some reason, seeing him standing alone like that comes as a surprise. and, more than that still, it resounds with the mirror image of something painful and unbidden, as though the picture of the young emperor’s back, framed by the white railings, lost in thought, struck a kindred note like a tuning fork.
( wasn’t she also him so often? a summer field, blanketed in himawari.                                                                 he loves me. he loves me not... )
she’d been irritated and insistent at the hunt. but now, calmer — and after fighting alongside him and recognizing, too, that she had worried a little more than was necessary — she'd found it hard to approach him directly. what was it — pity? guilt? a recognition of loneliness when she saw it? eventually, shedding the noise and revelry and anxiety of the ball and everything to do with it entirely for a few brief minutes, she decided to make one small, willful choice of compassion.
when, less than an hour later, she returns to the lively fenrich estate, the masquerade attendees seem to have multiplied. more lights, more milling bodies, more chatter than even before. with any luck, she thinks, weaving her way with clipped, polite greetings through the dense crowds at the entryway ( who stands around blocking doors at a party? ugh! ), the emperor would still be where she’d last seen him.
    ♡   //   @goldoandragonprince
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darlingpwease · 2 years
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I mean, I don't think anyone would be surprised to know that I wrote a story about masculine!reader with internal misandry who consider themselves "n o t l i k e o t h e r b o y s" and are in a relationship with a masculine soft yandere!darling for whom this does not matter, since he adores too much — and everything ends with a dubious lovemaking, since "masculine persons cannot be so affectionate and understanding" and everything looks like a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I mean, do I look like a person who might feel like writing something discriminatory, but found misogyny too cliched?
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