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Fox and the Hound

Sandor Clegane x reader

1 — 2— 3 - 4

Chapter 3

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more.

Cw for this chaper- Cursing, 18+ themes and langues, mention of consumation, joffrey (yes hes a warning we all know why), brief mention of suicidal thoughts. Alcohol consumption.

You open your eyes, the soft plush covers engulfing you as you arise. Your vision catches sight of a dress that has been laid out for you. You sit up and look at it frowning.

“Lucinda?” you call tiredly to one of your maidens. The door opens and a guard comes in.

“Apologies my lady, your handmaidens were interchanged.” he says bowing to you.

“By who?” you ask slightly annoyed with waking without sandor and now without your maidens.

“Her grace the queen, my lady.” he says.

“C-could you tell me who brought this dress in.” you ask

“H-her grace the queen…mylady” he responds. You nod at his comment and sigh, noticing him uncomfortable being in your chambers as you're still in bed.

“Could you send someone in to help me dress?” you say. He bows before speaking.

“Of Course my lady.” he rushes out closing the door behind him.

Minutes pass as four ladies walk in and curtseys to you before you get out of bed and begin dressing. As you step into the dress your mind remembers the events of yesterday. The wedding, sandor leaving.

“Was he kind to you my lady?” one maiden asks.

“Pardon?” you ask looking down at her as you step into the dress.

“Ser clegane? Was he gentle.” she asks Nodding her head towards the bed.

“W-we didn't…he left.” you say.

“You didn't rest together?” she says

“No.” you say

“If it's not above my saying so, I feel it is for the best. I've heard many horror stories from the women of the pleasure houses who've played with the hound.” she says.

“Horror stories? “You ask her to continue.

“Yes my lady. How he's too big and how they fear him not only in the face but fear of being ripped apart.” she says.

“O–oh…” you answer.

“A man of good size is a luxury but one that could hurt is one of fear…if i were milady i'd run away never touch the lord hound. He's frigenting.” she says

“Now that is above you.” you scold.

“Apologies my lady.” she says

“I dont think hes scary…he's just…tough he hasn't had a good life is all.” you say

“Yes milady.” she says. You sigh, you continue to get dressed, sitting down having the others clean up the room, making the bed and doing your hair keeping it down as it's beginning to get colder in king's landing.

“Apologies my lady, her grace the queen requests your presence.” another lady walks in.

“Oh.” you say and walk over to her.

“When?” you ask.

“Now my lady.” she says. You sigh and nod.

“Could you tell me the whereabouts of ser clegane?” you ask brushing your hands down the dress smoothing out the skirt.

“He's out on a hunting day with his grace.” she says you nod as you walk out of the room with her as she follows you to cersi’s chambers. On the way countless people congratulate you on your wedding and wish you many sons which to say the least makes your stomach churn in fear once more bubbling up into your throat.

The door opens to the queens room as you see you standing there waiting for you. She opens her arms to you as you walk in taking your hands.

“My dove..” she says pulling you into a hug.

“Your grace.” you say

“Are you well this morning? I do hope last night was…satisfactory for you?” she asks.

“The food and song were very much enjoyable. I thank you for your showing of kindness, and for the dress this morning.” you say not bothering to mention the staff change and the lack of sandors presence.

“Good..and it might not be my place but. The hound did treat you with respect I presume.” she says

“I regret to tell you that Ser clegane did not spend the night.” you say

“You did not consummate?” she asks her brow furrowing as she walks to a table with her books and wine.

“N-no your grace. He was called away. He's still a member of the king's guard.” you say lying knowing full well he did want you.

“Hmm, it's not a wedding until now. I shall have the master sent to your chambers tonight to oversee, king's guard or not, consummation is very important. King Robert consummated ours and I was just ... .so..happy.” she says through her teeth as she looks down at the book. Before she speaks again.

“And i hope your chambers are suitable speaking of the matter of fact?” she continues.

“Yes, your grace.” you say. She smiles and glassy smiles as she pours herself a cup of wine offering you some but you refuse not liking the taste. You then watch as she chugs the glass.

“My brother Tyrion has sent my daughter off as a peace offering to dorne…my only daughter, my flesh and blood, my love, my life.” she speaks before pouring herself another glass of wine.

“I wish her good fortune.” you speak.

“Would you do it?” she aks

“I beg your pardon?” you ask

“Send your only daughter off an ocean away…” she says coldy.

“No your grace. If I may speak freely my mother did not want to send me here, only that it was my duty as a princess to be part of a royal family and ro carry out the blood line.” you speak.

She nods her head taking another sip of the wine.

“That dress you're wearing I had made just for you. I wish nothing more than to see you in fine colors and wear just as I did my marcella.” she speaks

“It would be my pleasure, your grace.” you answer she nods.

“A tribute will be held for her in 3 hours as we see her off. You will attend, yes?.” she says

You nod and she smiles waving her hand as the guards open the door. You curtsy to her before exiting out of the room but not before glazing at her seeing her chugging the rest of the wine in her cup.

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The entire is filled with boredom and the same repertoire over and over, passing in the halls as some other court member has to congratulate you on the marriage, counting the doors and windows in the red keep then once again roaming the castle halls and courtyard, then back to count the red keep, visit the library read the same three books and then back to castle courtyard and the routine starts again all the while your new ladies in waiting following you closely.

On your way back to the courtyard you view sansa. She stands with two guards as the gates open and Joffrey rides in with Ser merryn trant, three other guard the dogs and sandor. He hops off his horse and gladly shows Sansa, who is disgusted but hides it, the large deer boar sandor no doubt killed so Joffrey could say he killed it himself.

Looking down, making a mockery of joffrey in your head, you don't realize that sandor had been looking up to you. But when you look over at him he's hauling the pig over his shoulders and Joffrey mutters the words.

“Come along dog.”

You watch as they disappear from above view. You stand there for a few minutes only feeling like a second , the overwhelming feeling of something making your heart race as your vision seems to blur as you step closer to the edge of the railing.

The gasp of your ladies brings you back as you feel a hand on the small of your back. You look to your left, seeing Sandor as he leads you back slightly from the edge.

Your eyes glaze over as you look up at him. He frowns at you as he scans your face.

“Your cheeks are blotchy and your eyes are red,” he points out.

“Spring daze.” you say.

“It's fall. You were crying? Why.” he barks not meaning to sound rude but it comes out as such.

“Like you care.” you say turning away but grasps your arm keeping you in place but you refuse to look at him.

“Look at me,” he says. You don't.

“Look at me!” he demands. You finally obey and look at him woefully.

He looks at the ground of your handmaid's not recognizing them from the ones before, your hair is also done differently and you're wearing a color dress that he knows you wouldn't have picked for yourself.

“Cersi dress you up like a doll?” he asks gruffly you don't answer which gives him more of an answer than he needs.

“Mm.” he answers in response letting you go as soon as he does you turn and walk the rest of the way to the library leaving sandor in his place. Continuing the cycle or keep courtyard library you end once the bells ring as the time for marcella’s send off to begin.

#sandor clegane #Sandorclegane x reader #Sandor Clegane x reader #got #game of thrones x reader

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ao3commentoftheday · 5 months

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i feel really frustrated sometimes and i don't know to deal with it. i create both art and fic, and i've had to deal with people who never were rude to me directly but vagued about me by making some really hurtful remarks about my interpretations of certain characters we all liked. maybe this wouldn't sting so much if it weren't for the fact that these people have a significantly larger following than i do, and get so much praise for they way they interpret the characters in a way that clearly they like.

(context: these are characters who we never meet in the source material let alone have a physical appearance; there's very little we know about them. naturally, there's a good amount of fans who are interested in what we do know and make up their characterization from there.)

the worst part is i can't really feel like talking about it because obviously, there've been people who have been subject to direct harassment - while i'm positive that these people were making vagueposts about me and my work, i can never be one hundred percent sure. and it's really frustrating to put so much care into my work and how i approach these characters only to realize that the people who've (maybe) whispered about me behind my back get far more love and attention for their work.

i wish i had a more constructive way to go about dealing with this; so far i preemptively block people who i think might be rude to me about the way i portray these characters - they don't have to see me, and i don't have to see them. but somehow the jealousy and anger at these other artists and writers still gnaws away at me. i'd like for it not to.

I'm sorry you're going through this, anon. That's not an easy situation to be in. I'm glad that you're taking care of yourself and blocking the people you don't want to see. That's a good practice to keep up.

It's important to remember that jealousy and anger aren't bad emotions to have. Emotions are just information. Our body's way of telling us something. Any badness associated with those emotions comes out in the way we express them.

You need to allow yourself to feel angry and jealous. Trying to bottle it up or shut it down don't make it go away. It will just make it fester. Allow yourself to be angry. You're hurt and annoyed and frustrated, and those are all good reasons to feel angry. Allow yourself to feel jealous. Those other artists get more attention and likes and reblogs on their art than you do, and that's a valid reason to feel jealous.

But after you've let yourself feel like that for a little while, close your eyes and take a really deep breath.

The only person you can control in this life is yourself. That means that you can't control the people who are vague posting about you. Blocking them was your way to exercise the control you do have. You can't control whether people like or reblog your work. You can decide what tags you add to your posts, how you describe images in your alt text, whether or not you reblog your own work.

If people are liking and reblogging your work, considering following them. That could in turn encourage them to follow you back. Open up your ask box for requests. Post something on Work in Progress Wednesday. You might need to put a little more effort in, but you can find people who see things the same way you do. And don't assume that someone liking one artist's representation won't like another. I have fandoms where I've seen the same character look radically different from one artist to another, but they're all so amazing I have to like them all.

What do the rest of you think? Have you got any advice for anon?

#asks and answers

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slasherlouvre · 2 years

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nsfw ask game !! 49. what is your main masturbation fantasy at the moment?

*For the nsfw ask game!

49. What is your main masturbation fantasy at the moment:

- This one's a bit embarrassing but,,, lately it's been cnc Lester taking my virginity outside like a wild animal wanting to breed 🤡. My car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, my cell phone doesn't have service, it's hot, and I'm alone, so I just start walking. The first person I come across is Lester when he happens to be driving down the dirt path I was blindly following . . .

He keeps up an innocent act when it's a whole group of people who've wandered into Ambrose to lure them all in, but me? I'm so obviously defenseless. So unprotected, and easy to take advantage of all alone.

And I'm kind to him; giving him the politeness and respect that should be standard when meeting new people. I don't grimace at his appearance, don't treat him like he's got a disease. Maybe I look like a city girl to him; I don't exactly have the accent, and I don't wear collared button ups or work boots with my jeans, but I was born and raised in the rural south, so I'm not squeamish about the whole roadkill thing.

He's nice to talk to, he makes me laugh, and I genuinely like him, but there's an instance where his eyes darken like when he looked over at Carly when she had to change her shirt. He forces the truck to a sudden stop causing everything to lurch forward, and for a second I'm confused because he's just looking silently ahead with that same dark expression when nothing's there. Mulling over what he's about to do. Bo would bitch about it, but fuck it. Bo was always having his fun, and it wasn't every day Lester met someone even halfway decent. There'd be no harm in claiming me first, if I was just going to end up at the twin's mercy anyway.

Lester would get out, round the truck, and pull his knife. Yanking open the truck door, warning me not to try anything stupid as he forces me down and out, onto my back. I think maybe he's going to kill me, and I struggle, but he's far too strong, and I'd rather not die by being stabbed to death if I can help it. He'd bind my wrists with rope he snatched from his truck bed, and drag me to the nearby grass among the trees just a few feet away from the dusty, dirt road.

He'd make quick work of his belt- unbottoning his jeans, and sliding his underwear down just enough to thrust comfortably as I try to recover the wind knocked out of me on the forrest floor. He's less considerate of my clothes; tearing at my jeans and ripping them off along with all the rest before stabbing his knife's blade into the earth, not far from my head as a threatening reminder.

There'd be a moment where our eyes meet; everything becoming still as I pant from anxiety, and he does the same out of anticipation. The moment's shattered when Lester forcefully shoves himself inside; completely bottoming out in one painfully intense motion.

I'd hear Lester moan in satisfaction. My mouth opening in a silent scream at feeling my hymen tear. Tears already pricking at my eyes from the unfamiliar burn before Lester begins to fuck me wildly without giving me even a single moment to adjust.

There's no point in screaming out here, no one will hear me, and I feel ashamed as I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and hook my wrists over his neck. I want to keep him as close as possible so the intensity of his thrusting eases up, even if only by a fraction, but Lester takes this as reciprocation and bottoms out even deeper. His cock reaching my cervix, and his mouth on me- kissing me deeply, swallowing my pained whines.

He wouldn't fully grasp my position until he looks down to admire his dick stretching me out and sees the blood; effectively causing him to stutter still, and look up at my pained and teary face in disbelief.

"Hell, sweetheart, this yer first time?", he'd grin wickedly, "Didn't know ya was savin' yerself fer me".

I'd be trembling, clutching at his shirt pathetically in a silent attempt to beg for something I can't even think of anymore.

"Sorry darlin', I'll treat ya softer", he'd say before forcibly bottoming out in me once more.

I'd scream once from the sudden intrusion; my voice weakening to choked up sobs, but he'd lick away my tears, and kiss my neck like a man starved. Eventually moving up to my lips and telling me to part them so he can spit in my mouth. He'd be rolling his hips deep within me rather than thrusting which starts to feel good, and then starts to feel better than good, and I can't stop myself from shamefully moaning in pleasure as he resorts to jackhammering in me once more.

I don't care anymore, I want this. We're sweaty, covered in dirt, and made warmer still with the way Lester lets his body fully engulf me, but I want this. I begin kissing any part of him I can reach in such a manhandled position with my wrists tied and now pushed back above my head with one of his strong hands. Desperately keening and pressing my mouth to his neck, his jaw, his cheeks, until he captures my lips all over again. He's surprised. Pleasantly so, but surprised all the same. Did I enjoy being fucked like an animal, or was his dick enough to make me go stupid?

"Fuck, yer really gettin' off on this, huh?", he'd mock thrillingly, "Want me t'fill ya up? That it? Need me t'breed this virgin cunt?"

"Yes, I need you- ngh, I need you, Lester!"

It's begged, and it's the first coherent thing I say to him since he's claimed me. I find myself instantly orgasming around him; clenching him close, and trying to milk him for anything he'll give. My ability to speak replaced with delirious moans and a euphoric exhaustion now rendering my eyelids heavy, and my virgin-sensitive body limp and violently trembling all at once.

He'd bruisingly still my hips attempting to jolt away from his electrifying touch, and force himself as deep as physically possible before releasing directly into my cervix. I wouldn't be able to control the sigh that leaves my lips at the feeling of his warm seed filling me up; my legs tightening around his waist further still to prevent him from pulling out even if he wanted to.

Lester would remain fully sheathed within me to keep his now softening cock warm- his body weight completely pinning me down as he pants and catches his breath against my neck. Going so far as to even press a few thankful kisses to my skin and mumble out a few words I don't entirely catch in my fatigue.

However I do hear when he says, "Think I'm gonna keep ya t'myself after all", just before I'm taken by sleep. ♡

#don't...ask me why this was so long & detailed please #i overstim myself to TEARS with this fantasy; just need lester PLEASE #house of wax #lester sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #nrambles #ask game answers #boringauthor #nwrites

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tellywoodtrash · 1 year

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Hey TT! Firstly, this is kind of a deep question so feel free to take as long as you need to answer this.. I have been burned by love badly and that made me want to turn off the attraction I feel towards men (and it hasn’t been super successful), but the experience made me think that it would be better if I were asexual cause I now think that the whole concept of romantic relationships is absurd since I have seen so many people (including myself) suffer from it. This may come access as ignorant and please know that I have no intention of disrespecting the asexual community, but I just want to hear your perspective on this. Do you think it’s possible to change one’s sexuality and become aromantic or asexual at will (as in, does it happen because of certain experiences), or are people born that way? Again, I would like to apologize if this offends anyone. But I only asked this because the guy I loved was one of the worst human beings in the world and traumatized me beyond belief and made me question everything (as men do apparently 🥲). Thanks in advance for reading my question ☺️

Hi anon!

First off, big big hugs.

Secondly, are you me? Lol. I can't tell you the amount of times I've bemoaned my attraction to men. People who've been long time followers certainly have read a lotttttttttt of me whining about it.

While sexuality certainly is a spectrum, unfortunately, I don't think we can "turn" into something we're not. What you're feeling right now is a result of something traumatic that you went through; this is a reaction to the hurt, and this is your brain wanting to protect yourself from it ever happening to you again. And that's a perfectly valid response. But by changing yourself into something you're intrinsically not, you're not going to be any happier. Because deep inside, you'd know that this isn't your most authentic self.

What you can do, is keep yourself open to growth. Like I said, sexuality is a spectrum. A lot of us THINK we're 100% heterosexual purely because that's what we've been shown is the norm. And I simply don't think that's true. There's a lot of orientations and preferences and identities out there that we simply lack knowledge and vocabulary of, because we just haven't been taught this stuff in a conservative educational setup. I'd encourage you to do your own research and learn about what else is out there, and maybe you'll find that you're not what you've labelled yourself so far!

Another thing; just because you ARE attracted to men, doesn't mean that you have to end up with one, no other end in sight. I can give you my own example. I am attracted to men, but have decided to be single for all foreseeable future. I just don't see any value a romantic relationship would add to my life. I am financially independent (to the level a Millennial can be in the current economy hahahahaha *sob weep sniff*), I have the relationships (familial and friendships) that I foster and cherish and nurture, and focus all my energies on what's best for me. And you know what? It's a pretty good life. It's not the one I envisioned growing up (purely because I didn't know this was an option) but now that I'm living it, I can't see myself living any other way. You don't NEED to have a romantic relationship if you don't want to. It's a fun bonus, not something mandatory; that without it, you'll never find peace and happiness. All you need to be is secure in YOURSELF as a person. That comes from introspection and constantly evaluating what works best for you at the time. It's about personal growth; nothing is set in stone, you're always allowed to change your mind and pursue other things!

I hope my words made you feel a little better, and soothed your heart. I am sending you alllllllllll the healing vibes and love and light I have. 🤗✨✨✨

#big sister tt gives life advice #tt answers

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whatimdoing-here · 1 year

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weird personal update under cut, mostly for those who've been around awhile. i guess i can put an intro too.

honestly there are so many new followers here i'm assuming for gif reasons but... like.. sorry guys. it's a fairly rare thing. others do them better and quicker than me for the most part. my poor 7 year old laptop i make them on is a struggle. new person intro to me below, but first let me get to the part where i journal so it's off my chest.

i use tumblr as a journal of sorts. and honestly it's thanks to tumblr in general i started questioning my sexuality when i was in my mid 20s. living in a very white, conservative state - even if you live in a liberal family, that shit just gets ingrained. i was never homophobic or anything, just didn't consider anything other than straight an option. long story short, figured the bi was the best label for me at that time, definitely made me feel better, and more like myself. my partner (husband) was like yeah that's cool all good i support you let me know if you need anything from me and it's been great since.

another... long-ish story in a shorter form... i started struggling the last year or two with all of it again. just feelings and s.x feelings and whatever, a big reason of why i started therapy. basically come to the decision i land on the ace spectrum somewhere. i know much less about being asexual, and it definitely doesn't feel as "good" coming to this realization. i think i probably fall close to the demi- label. but labels and feelings are hard. and since 1) i'm pretty uneducated and 2) no one wants to hear about my sx life, i'm not going to go into things. i just wanted to throw out there that... i'm still figuring shit out. this convo with m was a lot harder, went a lot worse. then there was a better second convo. he's still supportive, it's just harder for reasons that are personal to him so i won't delve into. our relationship is okay, he doesn't want to open our marriage, and not much has changed honestly. i'm still trying to figure out my boundaries, and where my 'am i doing this because i want to or feel like i have to' lines are. it's... not fun. adding to that that if things ever came to the point where our marriage wouldn't work... that completely changes not only my life in a large way, but the kids, and m's. that is the fuckin scariest thing. sexuality discovery would be way less scary if i wasn't scared it will eventually negatively affect people in my life. i'm very much a "i will accept this thing that's not great for me and be quiet to keep the calm and happiness of those around me" in most cases. i don't like taking up space for myself. it's been a rough couple months.

anyway if i had to label i'd go with biromantic, asexual (with some ace labels i may or may not ever figure out)

getting older is a fuckin trip. you think you should know what you want and who you are but no one really knows. and life changes us and we discover more about who we are. for those newbies that are not even 20... your 20s and 30s are great. just... be prepared to shift and change and evolve and be okay with that.

anyway. new folks. i'm alex. i live in the middle of the us. i have two kids (boys, 8 and 5) that... i've been on tumblr longer than either of them have been alive. i work from home in (broadly) a data role within a corporation. i enjoy my work, its flexibility, and just data in general. give me numbers. i've been married for 14 years this june, and i'll be 34 in july.

i watch nwsl and uswnt for sports mostly. working on reading more novels again. obviously my tv obsessions are clear within minutes of looking at my blog. i talk parent stuff too sometimes, it's obviously a big part of who i am, but i'll leave their names and pics off the blog for their safety. i'll show my stupid face here though. sometimes i'll talk about seizures (i have them occasionally, unfortunately, and my brain isn't feeling great right now) and other medical stuff if it's bothering me because this place really is like a journal release for me. i hold some stuff back but yeah. i'll tag with 'personal nonsense' if you want to mute. sometimes i post and delete because i read it again later and decide no one needs to read that shit.

you're always welcome to say hi. i'm fairly harmless, but also keep walls up until i know you better.

uhhh i think that's it. mmmbye

#personal nonsense #it's long under the cut heads up #i've seen some 18 year olds follow me and honestly yall are gonna be so bored here #i didn't reread this and it was very much a ramble so good luck

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chuckdraug · 1 year

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Margarita Cid Prado.

Maggie Cid.

Pretty M.

The Diminatrix.

These names have been following me for three years. For those who've been following me over here or on my size & smut Twitter already know Maggie, but for those who don't or need a refresher, let's start from the beginning...

Maggie didn't start as an actual character, so to speak. She was born as the result of a few prompts for a "let's make a Magical Girl together" meme. I only got four, but they were more than enough.

By then, she was just known as The Diminatrix, her dom alter-ego. But she soon got her name and backstory...

Maggie Cid is a former magical girl (though "girl" isn't accurate, since she started at 18). Back in the day, she was known as Pretty M, leader of the Pretty Saviors. She was cursed by a mysterious foe and shrunk down to her current size, six inches. Despite the shock and her group disolving after the incident, she managed to adapt to her new condition, as no one seemed to figure out how to reverse it. Aside from finishing her studies and becoming a nursing assistant, Maggie took advantage of her new size and became a sensation in the BDSM scene, enacting her size difference and dominant fantasies as The Diminatrix.

She had tons of potential, yes.

Funny enough, her debut was during a Growth Drive and her regular six inches were soon replaced by feet... and close enough to miles... But that was kinda OOC: she's a shrunken woman, after all, why would I introduce her like this? Because I was following the Macro March trend, of course, but soon she'd be back to her tiny shenanigans.

Maggie would slowly appear in different ways as the Murnoeverse was developing around her as well. There was also another detail that was revealed in her early days: Maggie is a trans woman.

Contrary to popular belief, she isn't my first trans character. Prior to her, Nuri Vega (NB) and Randy Mann (trans man) were already around, but none were featured as much as Maggie has been all this time. It just... came to my mind, she's the way she is, nothing else.

However, the time I showed her naked for the first time, someone was complaing about a big macro/micro artist misgendering a character, and that triggered my worst fears: was Maggie harmful? Did I create an offensive character?

I won't lie, I was very worried and even thinking of deleting her altogether, as if no one would ever remember she even existed. The least I wanted was for me to hurt real people, to make a character that mocked their lives. After all, I'm a cis man, and despite all I've listened to and learned from trans people... I see there's a lot to do, and I don't know the experience first-hand. I've only listened and learned...

I was scared I'd be hurting other people.

However, the few trans people who know Maggie are OK with her. Some even love her.

Because there is no ill intention, she's who she is. Despite being a dominatrix, she isn't a fetish, but a character, someone with her own thoughts, dreams, desires and feelings... And I know, and so do others, that I will keep learning.

I do believe in diversity in fiction, and I do also believe in Human Rights and will stand and fight for them.

Aside from that, she's been an inspirational character. She's quite the opposite of who I am: she's smart, she's cool, she's extrovert, she's confident (maybe too much) and she's open about her feelings and sexuality. And I'll keep quoting my own words about her:

"I believe Maggie represents me breaking the chains that didn’t allow me to enjoy the macro/micro community and their love for extreme sizes, she’s about BDSM, sexuality, confidence and self-esteem… She might not be perfect, and I know, but she can help me in communicating and exploring many more topics…"

Maggie has been around for three years, she's a character I love so much that since 2022 I draw her at least once per month, and I'm looking forward to doing the same this very year. I've had plenty of characters who've been around and been inspirational as well: my namesake's elven druid and warrior Fëadraug; the serious and raging Reploid Sekhmet; the zany Pantheon drone Monty; the sizeshifting superhero Clara; the cartoony fox Chiki Vulpin... And I love them too, but there's something about Maggie that is very different, something about her that takes her beyond the others.

I can't put that into words, but she's awesome and I hope people can see that. And that I keep doing better with her or with any other characters.

But today, on March 5th, let's rejoice, for Maggie Cid is still here and she won't be going anywhere.

Thank you so much, everyone.

And thank you, Maggie.

#arte #art #propio #maggie cid #diminatrix #pretty m #personal post

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dumbegglife · 2 years

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long blue spring ride anime rambles

the soundtrack is so pretty and tender. so i'm thinking about it again.

i'd really like to see more stories like this, where two people befriend each other in their childhood (a period of innocence) but separate and then meet again years later. except now, they're different people, are older, have gone through hardships that change them, and have secrets to keep. but they meet each other again and want to know the other person again.

it's so simple but so poignant.

even though blue spring ride frustrates me in many ways, i think it does tell a compelling, emotional story about people who've grown apart but come back into each other's lives.

it's so bittersweet to watch kou and futaba evade, confront, close and open to each other again and again.

they know sides of the other that no one else knows at their new school. it's a connection only they have, because no one from their previous schools are present. as an adult, i realize that being friends with someone in their youth is really precious. it's really intimate knowledge of someone, regardless of who they become in the future.

i know the gap in the story is only from middle school to high school, but, i take what i can get.

both kou and futaba are unhappy when they meet again. the story shows that, in each other, they try to find the happiness and innocence they once knew. but they can't, of course. they're different people now.

it's so interesting to watch them both try to do this, kou to a lesser extent, until there's a confrontation. that confrontation is done soooo beautifully. but futaba finally understands that if she truly wants to be friends with kou, she has to want to know him as he is in the present. he's moody and abrasive, but through their conflicts, she recognizes that he is always trying to help and support her. the beloved 'jerk with a heart of gold.' as for kou, i think he accepts futaba for who she is in the present FIRST because ultimately, he comes to admire her first. this is also done really well, i think, partially because kou has surprisingy amount of depth.

kou acts like he's too cool for everything, futaba included. he seems like the more competent one ('good at everything without trying') so futaba feels inferior. BUT IT'S FLIPPED. kou sees that futaba takes action (when she volunteers to be class rep) even if she's afraid. he follows her. his dialogue where he says that whatever she does is better than doing anything 'half-baked' like him is extraordinary to me. it reveals so much about him and why he likes futaba so much, even if it appears he's 'cooler' or more skilled than she is. he's been depressed and burned out for a long time and he's inspired by futaba's optimism and drive to better herself and her circumstances.

even if their relationship can never be the cute, sweet childhood friendship/romance of the past, they come to mutually respect and admire the best parts of each other in their present friendship. they overcome their interpersonal hardships together like this...ahhhhh...

blue spring ride has weaknesses that made it difficult for me to get into at first. most of the side characters are really iffy to me (except yuuri), and i feel that the character interactions even between kou and futaba can be...idk stiff? something's a bit off at times? but i always went back to it because of what its core is about (gestures to everything above). i thought futaba and yuuri's friendship was also really sweet and adorable.

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composermadnessofficialpage · 1 month

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Hey guys, no update on the comic today, I just have a few things to say....

Ever since I was young and started to draw... Stories never really were my strong suit- i'd always get a story in my mind, build on it- but it never went anywhere...

I usually compared myself to the mother from the unfinished swan... Always starting something but never completing it... I loved making these stories where the main protagonist is based around me... I live in my own stories as it feels like I'm part of the world that I created.... But I had trouble doing this right... Or even finishing a story.

For years I felt as if my art possessed no purpose- as if I possessed no purpose.... I felt essentially, unfinished myself... Yes id still make things and draw things, but it felt empty and I slowly was losing love with art... Though I rarely share that with others.... I love art and I love to draw... But for me drawing without a purpose just made me feel empty, I would just do it to get something new on my page rather than actually create something.... It didn't feel right....

So I prayed and prayed to God for anything.... Any idea.... But it felt as if he was telling me to wait... So I did...

But this hopeless feeling of being lost in my talents and slowly falling out of love with art fell apart when I discovered the game that inspired me to create Composer Madness...

I installed this rhythm game called pianista and discovered music and people I had NEVER really got into... I only knew a few classical composers and musicians, Mozart and Beethoven being the only two I REALLY knew.

But that game opened my eyes to classical music and I wanted to know more, I did some digging on the composers who have their music in the game and I was hooked... But composer madness wasn't in my brain just yet.

It was when I was sleep one night and I had a dream where I was just vibing with these people from centuries past, but in the funniest ways possible- and then a lightbulb activated in me- What if I took this idea and expanded on it... But what if no one would see it or even care? And then, as if God heard my thoughts, gave me the inspiration I needed in the form of a call to action by nerds like myself to create something!! That was my sign to GO FOR IT.

So I began to do that, and I kept building on it- essentially I created art with a purpose... The purpose to spread happiness in the form of a young woman engaging in silly antics with people who've been dead for years...

Why did I want to share this rather than keep it to myself and just let the idea fade.... I spent weeks developing it before I even made a Tumblr for it.... I wasn't expecting any fans or anyone to even care... But when I had my first follower, I genuinely felt like crying.

What I'm saying is, I found my purpose in creating Composer Madness... I found my purpose in creating a self insert with a bunch of caricatures of dead composers, even though it sounds silly... I found... Myself.

You guys just don't know how happy I am for every single follower... You just don't know.

Thank you all... So much.

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idletransgenderfication · 6 years

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I'm a dumbass to cope and that's valid

#half the people i followed back yesterday immediately unfollowed me #fake fucking fans #i'm joking but it is dumb that i lose followers practically every time i post #there is a handful of people who can tolerate my ramblings #and they are the real mvps on this site of people who just want me to shut the fuck up #y'all are all that's keeping me from deleting my whole blog <3 love u guys #thinking of maybe taking requests to draw people's ocs sometime soon #but i'd have to keep it only open to people who've been following me for a while #bc there's a lot of people who just lurk in the request tags #to mooch art off of random artists they don't really care about #either because they're too poor or too cheap to actually commission artists #and i'm not really interested in drawing for someone who's gonna take the art #and never interact with me again except to possibly ask for more free art #and if i open it to any followers new or old then i'll get people who follow me to request #then once it's done unfollow me and never even think about me again #meh. it's probably easier to just snoop on my followers blogs #and see if they have posted anything about their ocs #and just surprise them with art of them #but almost none of y'all tag shit so i can't find if you ever posted your ocs agdhsn #it's a dilemma #bee babbles

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enjeolmii · 3 years

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10 questions - p.sh

synopsis: to ask questions isn't too bad. but to end up doing something you never expected from the intention behind every question? way better!

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

word count: 2.4k

warnings: make out sesh (not written in depth), lots of teasing but it’s all playful you nasty

"Next question! Did you like anyon-"

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? I'm supposed to go next." Sunghoon blocks you with an audible tap on the soft mattress, tsk-ing at your smooth but not slick enough scheme to get more answers from him.

It's a Saturday - the day of the week when assignments, works, chores, and duties are temporarily thrown down the window. On these days, you and Sunghoon go on a carefree date. It's a routine you made once a week to maintain your relationship amidst the setback caused by lockdown, and it was going great.

At a time when real interactions between people became an inappropriate thing to do, and everyone turned to technology as a resolution, you made sure that everything is done by Friday, despite it being so dreading, just so that procrastinating wouldn't be a problem dragged over the next day. And when those pressuring times occur to you, you would send each other texts, exhorting to go easy on yourselves. That's why Saturdays are the only thing you wait for every week. You weigh it up as a chance to see the only light that keeps you going, the one that helps you see clearly the path you are taking in this obscure world.

So here you are with Sunghoon in your bedroom, sitting on the bed and leaning on the wall beside it, covered in your blanket as you cuddle under the warm, comfy covers. The day has been an uneventful one. If not for him reminding you of the conversation you had prior in the week, where you asked him to gather questions he had for you, you would have slept the whole day over without accomplishing anything.

"Fine, what's your eighth question?" You admit, frowning at his attentive remark, and he snickers.

He lifts his phone and scrolls through the questions he has saved in his notes. "Have you ever had a dream about me?"

Your eyes roll around with a finger on your chin, recalling the scenarios you had of him. There were many, some surrounding the time when he decided to confess to you, and most of them came from the fantasies you had of him. Those dreams scare you more than the stare of a fiery lion. It almost even feels illegal to think about it because you aren't well over twenty. Though they were just outlines of you and him kissing innocently, you always end up making out at the end of the story.

You weren't one of those twelve-year-olds who've had their first kisses already. Your mother kept a close eye on you in situations like this, so you would rather make out with your pillow than hear her nagging your ears off. Because of that, you grew up as a child unbothered by her love life, and the mere thought of kissing someone in real life makes your hair stand up. That's when you knew he brought out a lot of changes in you.

You swallow the lump of saliva in your throat. "Yeah, I have." You answer truthfully but still cautious of the words you put out.

"Really?" His head perks in your direction. "What did I do?"

You got a little nervous knowing he would undoubtedly interrogate you on this. But thankfully, you were prepared with a streamlined answer. "That's three questions, genius," You say, reaching for his head to give it a light smack, from which earns you a groan. "Save your chances for better questions."

"What do you mean? It's a good one. What did you dream about? I want to know."

"Okayy~ Next question. Where is that..." You switch the topic hastily, hands occupied with finding the question you were waiting to ask him through your notes. "Found it. Did you like anyone before me? If so, who are they?"

"That's two questions, though?"

"Nope. Not if you put them together." You smile at him cheekily, and he throws his head back in astonishment, mouth wide open, spewing out breathy wow's.

"You're playing it dirty, I see. Well, I had two other girlfriends before you." He brings his pinky finger out. "One was my sixth-grade classmate, and the other one was my best friend from the rink." He shoots his mouth off to chaff at you yet again.

A stiff frown crawls on your face as you nod at him sarcastically. "Oh, wow. Impressive." You hum in wonderment, silence unfurling in the suddenly insipid room.

Sunghoon knew you weren't easily irritated by these circumstances. If he were talking to a random girl on the street, more often than not, you would only think of them as one of his fans from the arena, nothing more. Even if he had to accomplish things with a girl in his class, you trusted him very much with your relationship to doubt him in his actions. And so, seeing you hush after a talk like this...

Of course, he would take it as a chance to play with you.

"Aww, is my precious little y/n jealous?" His voice sharpened one octave higher as he pats your head with a pout and mock sadness in his eyes. "What do I do? I kissed them, too."

You were okay with him having two other ones before you, but at the mention of a kiss, your figure skews his way. You weren't sure if he was hoaxing you or not, but to say so honestly, it troubled you. This wasn't the intention you had with your question. All you wanted to get out of it was something to tease him about when he says he has none, yet it was still you who got ragged of your own query.

However, that's beside the point. Was it necessary to point out those last words? It wasn't you to be agitated over something as dispensable as this, but of all things, why did he have to attack your weakness?

Sunghoon's sounds of laughter tear you away from your thoughts. "Got 'em~" He pulls a finger at you in another fit of laughter, seeing you in a state of total shock.

"What the heck? It was a lie?" You pull away firmly from his body, hitting him on the shoulder with force enough to make him wobble on the bed.

"You fell for it." He provokes you, head bouncing up and down in silent titters, and you smack his hand away, leaning back down on his shoulder.

"No, I didn't," You feel him nod abut your head, seeing mentally what teasing expression he has plastered on his face this time, but you only shrug it off. "Which part was the lie, though? You kissing them or being with them?"

"Can't answer that. Save your chances for better questions, cutie."

"Touché," You scoff. "What's the next question?"

"Well, since we came to the topic of kissing... When was your first kiss?" He converts his stare to a peer of glistening fervour. Though not as subtle as he would have probably wished it to be, you could sense the perceptive intent he was hiding behind his tone.

You render motionless. Never did you tell him anything about your dreams, nor would you ever have plans to tell him. It's a product of your wildest imaginations to feed your untold desires. It's what helps restrain the ungodly in you, but it also fuels you with the need to see what it actually is like. It's a continuous internal war going on in you, its purpose being to stop you from creating trouble for yourself. And now that you finally have him here, not going to lie, it's kind of embarrassing to acknowledge the profuse amount of dreams you had of him, moreover that he stole your first kiss... Except it was in your dreams, literally.

"I never had any," You answer, trying to stay as cool as possible. "I'm a good child who listens well to her mother, so don't think no one tried to hit on me once. I turned a lot of them down." A small smile trudges its way onto his face, but the way his eyes were fixated on you remained untypically the same.

"I don't know if I should be happy that you picked me out of all of them or be sad for those 'poor hearts' you broke." He draws an air quote along with his words, and you shake your head at him. "Don't worry. I won't tease you on this one. I just wanted to know." He mumbles quietly through a simper, moving to rest his head on yours.

Hearing that he'll cut you some slack relieved you, but one thing about his utterance caught you off guard. "Why do you want to know that?"

"That's the only way I'll get to know you deeper, Einstein," He retracts his head and nudges you on his shoulder, causing you to bump your head against its edge, a grunt following you. However, while you were still in the midst of justifying the whack he did on your head, he spins his vision to you in an adventitious celebration. "Oh- that's your tenth question, then!"

"Wait, hold on!" You haul over to straighten your posture, the creaking of the bed barely audible from the loudness of your opposition.

"It's my turn again." His eyes grow invisible from his cheeks, pushing it up into a smile. He just never gets tired of making fun of you. How you wish you could do the same to him. If only punching someone straight in the face denotes no wrongdoing, you would have done that ages ago.

"Bitch, why did you answer that?" You call him, blaming him with the irritation that you weren't able to control yourself.

"You ask, I answer. Isn't that how it goes?" He grins at you matter-of-factly, and you tousle your hair around in frustration.

"Ugh, you're crazy," You send glares up his way. "Whatever. Your last question, throw."

As if that was a signal he has been waiting for, Sunghoon shuts his phone and tucks it in his pocket. "How does it feel to kiss someone?"

You were confused. You just said you've never kissed anyone before.

A dry giggle leaves your mouth after much processing. You knew you shouldn't have trusted his words. No matter what you do, he'll find the cracks and holes to slip in his every jest. "I think you got the wrong person, kid. How do you think I'd know?"

"Hmm..." He drones, the ticking sound of the clock suddenly increasing in volume with every minute passing by. "Should we try it, then?" He suggests.

"What?" You were taken aback, a sudden chill sweeping through your body like a surge of cool air gashing through the enclosed room. What is he going on about?

Inch by inch, you feel him gravitate towards you, your torso backing up from his inclining frame until the warmth you caused on the cold wall completely presses against your back. Like the fire of a gun's bullet on a steady path, your heartbeat raced in a trice. His eyes stared at yours, tracing down to your parted lips as he led his other hand across your body, trailing up your arms to your shoulders, just until it reaches your jaw. Your breath hitched, lips shutting tightly as you gulp down at the presence of his queer boldness.

It's like the scenarios you formed in your head where he pins you against the wall, lips hovering yours with soft breaths that tickle your skin. Him studying your face with obstinacy to make you his, doing whatever it is that would make you happy. Nevertheless, he made sure to be cautious of things you wouldn't want him to do. He still respected you.

He's doing just the same thing, and it's getting you set on thinking whether this is all a dream taking too long to reach its climax or if your dreams are miraculously made into reality. But his next set of words were enough to tell you the clarification to your uncertainties.

"Please don't be mad." Without warning, his lips found their place on your light, pillowy ones. It felt like he was pouring out all emotions he's been holding in until now. He always controlled himself whenever you're around because he didn't want to disappoint your mother. But with this instance is a chance to do something he has long been dreaming of. He wasn't about to lose it.

The way his head tilts to the side to get a more comfortable position, eyes closing and immersed in the pleasure of your lips against his, got you clasping onto your blanket to ease the havoc he's causing in your guts. You froze at the contact. As if time had halted and the world stopped spinning, everything seemed to slow down at that moment. Maybe it was the sweet scent of his bergamot fragrance. Maybe it was the tightening of his grip on your jaw, or perhaps the longing you had for him that's enticing you in this position.

It's not every day that we get to see our dreams come true, and for one, it's a matchless feeling, especially when the dream is worthwhile. Slowly, you give in and close your eyes in the warmth of his touch. His lips parted to bite at your lower lip, and you overtly open your mouth to let him in.

"Do you think you could answer it now?" He questions you, but you couldn't comprehend what he was saying. You were too caught up in your own feelings during the whole session; you almost forgot what happened before it was done. Just when you thought he’d stop pulling out all the hidden quirks of yours, he caught you once again. And it didn't take long enough before you recollected yourself.

"Right. It's way better than I could have ever imagined." You smile at him, giving rise to the same smile as you.

"If this is how it will usually end, maybe I should start gathering more questions for you." He proposes, his head wheeling over to you with sheer excitement.

"Uh-huh... Just make sure you don't catch anything from the streets before you come over." You reply with a cackle, getting off his lap and sitting back down on the soft mattress.

It was supposed to be a dull and boring day. But with another chance that you two meet comes another something to remember forever. And you can't help but grin from ear to ear.

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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You're Back! (Part Two)

The Lost Boys x reader, slight Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Top Gun) x reader

Warnings: none

Context: The reader brings Maverick along on one of their trips to Santa Carla, but the boys aren't too happy about it.

A/N: I've been meaning to write this for a little while now, but here's part two to my Top Gun/The Lost Boys crossover! Thank you to @jawline-of-steel for reminding me to actually do it!💛💛💛

Masterlist

Part One

"Damn, what is this place?" The pilot beside me, my good friend and wingman, Maverick, wonders aloud, eyes wide with awe as he looks around the crowded attraction, taking in the huge variety of people around, as well as the odd shops lining the side.

"This, my friend, is the Boardwalk. It's where I spend nearly all my time when I'm off-duty." I inform him, grinning as I lead him through the bodies gathered around the area, gesturing to it as I do so, oddly proud of it, "I traipse the tourist attractions of the Murder Capital of the world."

At my words, he gives me a quizzical look, eyebrow raised in questioning as he adjusts his uniform, the heat making it stick to his skin, as mine is.

"Murder Capital of the world?" The pilot inquires, looking slightly more worried as we push our way along the beachside stretch, my attention on trying to find four particular people.

"Yeah, the Murder Capital." I respond, smirking at him.

"Any particular reason for this name?"

"Well, let's just say this: if all the corpses in Santa Carla were to stand up and continue living, there'd be one hell of a population problem." I explain to him, referencing the words of an old taxidermist I'd met here a little while ago, "Come on, loosen up! You're on holiday!"

I slap his arm lightly, grinning mischievously as he playfully pushes me back, laughing as I throw myself onto his back, gripping on with my arms and legs as he instinctually moves to hold me up, only to start trying to dislodge me seconds later. Giggling, I make sure to hold on tight as he starts rocking from side to side, muscles tensing and loosening under my fingers as he does so, annoying a few people around us. I make a show of clamping on tighter, only to loosen my grip when he suddenly tenses up and stills, head cocked to one side as he regards some newcomers. Following his gaze, I grin brightly as I recognise who it is, climbing off of Maverick with haste, eager to greet them.

"Hey guys! We were just looking for you!" I exclaim as I move over to them, going to throw my arms around Paul, who carefully returns the embrace, before pushing me away a little, ignoring the slightly confused look on my face. I go to Marko and receive the same treatment. Fully expecting it from Dwayne (though not sure why I deserve it) I stand back a little, only to be a little surprised and more reassured when he crushes me against his chest, smiling happily.

"Hey, (Y/n)! How're you?" The dark haired vampire greets, pulling away a little to look into my face.

"Not bad, not bad. How about you guys?" I respond, grinning at him as I step out of his arms, eyeing the others, though they are all preoccupied with something else entirely. Or rather, someone.

"Pretty good, yeah. Who've you brought with you?" He asks, looking up with a smile at Maverick, who stands a little way away, uneasy under the stares of the other vampires.

"This is Maverick. The one in the picture, remember?" I remind him, gesturing for the pilot to come over with a nod of the head, smiling encouragingly at him. Politely, Maverick holds out a hand to Dwayne, waiting for him to shake it.

"It's good to meet you, I've...err, heard a lot about you guys and this place." He supplies, eyeing them nervously.

"Oh? All good, I hope." Dwayne chuckles, being perfectly civil with him, "It's good to finally meet you, too. We've also heard a lot about you."

"You have?" The pilot looks over at me in surprise, eyes locking with mine.

"Don't worry, I never said anything bad." I inform him with a playful wink, grinning at his joking scowl.

"I'm Dwayne, by the way. This is Paul, Marko and David." The dark haired vampire points to each of the others in turn, though their expressions don't change at all as they continue to stare at the pilot, almost hostile.

"Guys? You don't have to scare the hell out of him on his first day here. At least say something." I butt in, looking pointedly at David, who's look at this moment could probably kill Maverick, if that were possible.

"Nice to meet you." The platinum blonde finally growls, extending his hand out for Maverick to shake.

"Err, you too?" The pilot responds, taking the proffered hand, before wincing as David decides to give a show of his superior strength, probably very nearly breaking the bones. The vampire only smiles cynically, blue eyes lit with cruel mirth.

Neither Paul nor Marko say anything, leaving the tension to grow.

"Are you hungry? There are some great food places around here." Dwayne interjects, turning to lead the two of us away from the silent vampires, brown eyes sending me an apology as he does so. Nodding imperceptibly, I follow on, making sure Maverick has fallen into step beside me, feeling bad for him.

"Those are your friends?" He mumbles to me, trying to keep his voice down, though I know full well that they can hear us.

"Yeah."

"They don't say much, do they?"

I laugh at this, knowing this is a new concept for the boys.

"This is new to me. They can never normally shut up." I respond, knowing I'll get in trouble for saying that later.

For the rest of the night, we walk up and down the Boardwalk, going into shops and going on rides, Maverick and Dwayne getting on pretty well, whilst the others do their best to stay as close to me as possible, expressions cold as they watch Maverick and I interact. It's only when we excuse ourselves to find our hotel that they actually say anything.

"See you later, (Y/n)." David promises ominously, eyes betraying exactly what he means as he stares at me intently.

The others corroborate this, completely ignoring Maverick as we walk away, quickly locating the hotel on the main road, where we enter and obtain our room keys.

Finding our rooms, we part ways with a brief farewell, my mind intent on having a shower and getting into bed, though I am well aware that it probably won't happen. Unlocking my room, I enter and drop onto the bed, sighing as I relax against the sheets, tired as hell after the long journey I've had. My rest however, is soon interrupted by the sensation of a hand running down the length of my arm.

Opening my eyes, I swiftly find Marko sat beside me, his doe eyes boring into me as he looks me over.

"Wanna explain yourself, (Y/n)?" Another voice says from a little way away, alerting me to David's presence in the room.

"Explain myself? What for?"

"You and Pilot Guy. What's the big idea?" Paul interjects, sounding annoyed.

"Pilot Guy? You mean Maverick? There's no "big idea", we're friends." I inform them, rolling my eyes.

"Not the impression we got." Marko chips in, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Oh, I'm sure." I sigh in exasperation, incredulous that they're being like this.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Paul questions, audibly moving closer.

"It means that I think you're being stupid. There's nothing going on between Maverick and I. I'm your mate, remember? Why would I go out with someone else?" I point out, trying not to sound too patronising.

"Watch your tone, kitten." David snaps from across the room, tone annoyed.

"Make me." I return.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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