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What if... Who Killed Markiplier... but it's Ace Attorney Investigations...
"Ace District Attorney Investigations", if you will.
(Everything you see here was drawn by me, with some backgrounds/that one evidence photo being either screenshots from the show, or edits of official photographs of Mythea Castle, where WKM was filmed)
#who killed markiplier#wkm#ace attorney investigations#wkm fanart#wkm district attorney#captainsona#captain yona masters#''a burgundy-wearing prosecutor teaming up with a kooky detective? now why does that sound familiar- OH YEAH!''#anyway you guys ever notice that the da from what we're shown is a pretty piss-poor investigator?#they just kinda wander around aimlessly and allow people to shoo them away before offering up any information#like their alibis or lack thereof#it doesn't exactly help that wkm is a choose your own adventure without any choices#and I know mark's team was limited on budget and time or whatever and they meant for it to be more involved than what we got!#it's not their fault!#but still you can't deny that what we got isn't very satisfying as far as murder mysteries go#and I don't feel all that compelled to pretend otherwise!#so in the version of wkm that exists in MY head#da!yona is going to take the prospect of solving her dear friend's murder SERIOUSLY goddammit!#(the conclusion she's gearing up towards in the last two pictures#is that the party was a cover for mark's plan to kill the colonel; but it obviously backfired and mark wound up getting killed instead)#(that's her theory. as we all know it's not /quite/ accurate to what really happened but it's pretty close!)#(obviously she's unaware of any supernatural element to the whole thing at this point)#(or heck maybe in this version of events there actually isn't a supernatural element at all and she's right. I haven't decided)
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tavina-writes · 1 year
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NMJ, JGY, and Vices/Hobbies Meta
So, I’ve been thinking a lot about this particular quote from MDZS chapter 49, which is often cited as “NMJ has no hobbies canonically besides killing Wen and practicing saber” and I have to say that after reading the Chinese version I don’t? Necessarily agree? I don’t think this is what that scene was about at all. 
This is going to be long, so meta under the cut. 
The Fantranslation of the passage in question:
Jin GuangYao nodded lightly and sat as he had been told, “Brother, if you’re concerned for HuaiSang, softer words would do no harm. Why this?”
Nie MingJue, “Even when a blade’s at his neck he’s still like this. Looks like he’ll always be a good-for-nothing.”
Jin GuangYao, “It isn’t that HuaiSang is a good-for-nothing, but that his heart lies somewhere else.”
Nie MingJue, “Well you’ve really discerned where his heart lies, haven’t you?”
Jin GuangYao smiled, “Of course. Isn’t that what I’m the best at? The only person whom I can’t discern is you, Brother.”
He knew of people’s likes and dislikes so that he could find suitable solutions; he loved running errands and could do twice the work with half the effort. Thus, Jin GuangYao could be said to be quite a talent at analyzing others’ interests. Nie MingJue was the only person whom Jin GuangYao couldn’t probe out any useful information about. Wei WuXian saw this already, back then when Meng Yao was working under Nie MingJue. Women, liquor, riches—he touched none; art, calligraphy, antiques—a pile of ink and mud; the finest green tea leaves and dregs from a roadside booth—there was no difference. Meng Yao tried everything he could think of yet still couldn’t find if he was interested in anything beside training his saberwork and killing Wen-dogs. He really was a wall made of iron, impenetrable by even the sharpest blades.
And here's the official translation of the passage in question:
Knowing a person's likes and dislikes, and then catering to them accordingly, made getting things done easier. You could accomplish your goals with half as much effort. As such, the ability to discern people's desires was truly Jin Guangyao's forte. The only person he could never seem to pry any useful information out of was Nie Mingjue. Wei Wuxian had seen this firsthand, back when Meng Yao had worked under Nie Mingjue's command. The man never laid his hands on women, alcohol, or material wealth; paintings, calligraphy and antiques were all piles of ink and mud in his eyes. Top-grade premium tea tasted the same to him as dregs from a roadside stall. Meng Yao had racked his brain and still failed to identify anything Nie Mingjue might have a taste for, other than training with his saber every day and killing Wen dogs. He was truly an iron bastion, with no weaknesses to exploit. Volume 2, Page 319
I’ll go through with the chinese, my own translation based on what the Chinese says, [explanations of a few word choices along the way] and the analysis of what this actually means.
金光瑶微微颔首,依言落座,道:“大哥既是关心怀桑,稍平和些劝诫也是好的,何必如此?”
聂明玦道:“拿刀架在他脖子上逼都这样,看来是打死也不成器了。”
金光瑶道:“怀桑非是不成器,志不在此而已。”
聂明玦道:“你倒是把他志在何处摸得一清二楚。”
金光瑶笑笑,道:“那是自然,我岂非最擅长于此?唯一摸不出来的,也只有大哥了。”
Jin Guangyao nodded slightly, sank into a seat, and said "Since Da-ge is worried about Huaisang, wouldn't it be better to persuade him calmly?"
Nie Mingjue said, "Even when I've got a knife on his neck [aka even though NHS is being forced to do whatever] he's still like this, it seems like even if one beat him to death it wouldn't make him become good at it." <-- this seems to be a response to JGY's "why don't you try to persuade him to practice saber gently and calmly? to which Da-ge is like "if I can't get him to do it while yelling at him, lmao you think gently critiquing him will help? lol"
Jin Guangyao said, "It's not that Huaisang is useless, it's just that his strengths don't lie here [with the saber]" <-- I'm assuming that since NMJ and NHS were yelling about saber stuff before JGY got there that JGY and NMJ are still talking about NHS and the saber business
Nie Mingjue said, "It seems like you've got him entirely figured out."
Jin Guangyao laughed and said, "isn't that natural? I'm predisposed to this [figuring out people/finding out what they like] the only person who's still murky is Da-ge."
This particular conversation is not particularly antagonistic! JGY is trying to persuade NMJ that he could persuade NHS to practice the saber with honey and NMJ is like “I don’t think that’s probable.” and then JGY says “oh, saber isn’t really NHS’s skillset!” and NMJ says “looks like you have him all figured out!” and then JGY laughs and goes “I’m a natural at figuring people out, but Da-ge you’re really mysterious to me. (also the only person mysterious to me, people who are called Jin Guangyao)” Like, idk, this doesn’t sound particularly terrifyingly argumentative or upsetting to me.
知人喜恶,对症下药,最好办事,事半功倍。因此金光瑶在揣摩人嗜好上可谓是一把好手。唯有聂明玦,金光瑶试探不出来任何有用的信息。
Knowing people's likes and dislikes and [here the prescribing medicine is an idiomatic saying for "and then appealing to the root of their nature"] is the best way to get things done, to get the most reward for one's effort. Jin Guangyao, therefore, could be said to be a good hand at figuring out people's hobbies. Only in the case of Nie Mingjue, could Jin Guangyao not find any useful information.
The word for “hobbies” herein is 嗜好 which is another word for addiction. Now, there ARE other more common words for “hobbies” in Chinese and they are more commonly used when not referring to addictions, they are: yule and aihao. Yulei being “amusement, entertainment, recreation,” and aihao being “hobby, interest, thing one enjoys and takes pleasure in.”
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So the more accurate translation here is "Jin Guangyao, therefore, could be said to be a good hand at figuring out people's addictions."
当年孟瑶在聂明玦手底下做事时魏无羡就见识过了,女·色酒财一样不沾,书画古董在他眼里就是一堆墨水泥巴,绝酿佳茗和路边摊茶渣在他喝来没有任何区别,
孟瑶挖空了心思也没试探出来他除了每天练刀和杀温狗以外有什么特别喜好,简直铜墙铁壁刀枪不入。
听他语带自嘲,聂明玦反而没那么反感了,道:“你少助长他这幅德性。”
In the past, when Meng Yao was still working under Nie Mingjue, Wei Wuxian had already experienced this: feminine charms, wine, and wealth were equal in that [nmj] did not touch them. Painting and calligraphy, antiques were just a pile of ink and mud. There was no difference between him drinking excellent tea and the dregs from a roadside stall.
Meng Yao hollowed out his brains [spent a lot of effort thinking about this basically] and didn't figure out besides practicing the saber every day and killing Wen-dogs if he had anything else of particular habits. <-- THE XIHAO HERE IS NOT HOBBY. THE XIHAO HERE IS HABIT, ESP ONE THAT YOU'VE WORN A GROOVE IN.
He [NMJ] was just like an iron wall, neither swords nor spears could penetrate it.
Hearing [JGY's] self deprecation, Nie Mingjue, on the countrary, became not as upset, and said, "stop encouraging that part of his character" <-- talking about NHS's love of painting and fans again.
Now, the important thing to remember about this analysis of both 1) the dynamic between JGY and NMJ and 2) what JGY thinks NMJ’s hobbies, preferences, vices, addictions are is this: neither JGY nor NMJ are implied to have been talking or thinking about NMJ’s wartime preferences during this conversation or even during the war.
What JGY and NMJ actually say in this scene are peppered through with WWX’s own thoughts on observing this scene between them, and neither JGY nor NMJ actually say “JGY believes that NMJ’s only hobbies [during the time JGY served under NMJ at Langya front] are practicing the saber and killing Wen-dogs.] In fact, JGY and NMJ don’t mention 1) the Wen at all in this scene and 2) the only time they talk about saber training is the fact that NHS is doing 0 of it.
What they DO however, say to each other is this:
JGY: you could probably persuade Huaisang to train by persuading him gently!
NMJ: lmao if threats don’t work, bribes won’t either.
JGY: Huaisang isn’t useless, he’s just talented in other ways.
NMJ: you’ve got him all figured out haven’t you?
JGY: haha, you know me Da-ge, I’m a natural at figuring people out. Except you, Da-ge, you’re very mysterious.
NMJ: don’t encourage his [NHS’s] bad expensive habits.
In the middle of this conversation, Wei Wuxian from his own (not unfiltered or unbiased) perspective observes this about NMJ during wartime: "yeah that JGY, he's great at finding out people's addictions, he sure is! but Chifeng-zun doesn't really have any of those lmao. at least from back when I knew Chifeng-zun during the war. He doesn't like girls, doesn't like wine, doesn't like wealth, doesn't like calligraphy or paintings or antiques. Wow! Meng Yao must've worked really hard and found nothing!"
JGY and NMJ in fact, don’t talk about 1) the war 2) the wen or 3) NMJ’s interests, hobbies, vices, or addictions here at all. Nor does JGY claim that he spent a lot of time searching for NMJ’s hobbies and found only saber practice and Wen-dog killing. Nor does JGY claim to be good at finding out people’s addictions, he just made a joke about how NHS’s interests are really obvious and “but you Da-ge are a mystery to me.”
And thus concludes my dissertation about how this really says nothing about NMJ’s hobbies, interests or vices, he could be collecting incense burners and a lover of bubble baths for all we know.
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cantdanceflynn · 1 year
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SO HERES THE ACTUAL VERSION OF THE ANIMATIC. SORRY FOR THE TROUBLE (((((:
MOSTLY JUST ADDED SOME TRANSITIONS, IMPROVED ON THE SYNC AND FIXED A CONTINUITY THING W HELLFIRE
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I'm attending a murder mystery dinner party tomorrow night, hosted by the local public library, that's themed around the turn of the 20th century and I've been scratching my head trying to figure out how to dress to theme, but actually I've decided that I'm going to fulfill a years-old dream of dressing like a Newsie
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carica-ficus · 7 months
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Recenzija: "Da Smo Zlikovci"
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Originalni naslov: "If We Were Villains"
Autor: M. L. Rio
Datum: 13/09/2023
Ocjena: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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Iako ljeto još nije službeno završilo, mnogi se već naveliko spremaju za jesen. Blaže temperature, zlatne boje krošanja, hladne kiše i topli napici donose sa sobom razne promjene, pa tako i u odabiru književnog štiva. Jer jesen je, između ostalog, sezona dark akademije, i iako inače ne pratim neke generalne trendove u čitanju, moram priznati da me naveliko uhvatila želja za čitanjem mračnih misterija u akademskom okruženju. "Da Smo Zlikovci" već neko vrijeme gledam na policama knjižare, a napokon sam ju odlučila pročitati nakon što ju je nedavno nahvalila jedna bookbloggerica.
Pripovjedač je Oliver, student glume, koji se nakon izlaska iz zatvora prisjeća događaja tijekom zadnje godine svog studija na umjetničkom fakultetu u Illinoisu. On i njegovih šestero prijatelja prolaze kroz stresno razdoblje dok pripremaju posljednje izvedbe svog akademskog života. Napetost se razvija u suparništvo, a suparništvo u nasilje, sve dok jednog dana ne eskalira u nešto strašnije. Oliver nalazi Richardovo utopljeno tijelo te zajedno sa preostalim kolegama odluči zataškati događaje protekle noći. No osjećaj krivnje ih polako počinje proždirati iznutra, a njihovo prijateljstvo počinje pucati po rubovima.
Roman je čvrsto vezan uz Shakespearova djela. Likovi su okarakterizirani kao popularni arhetipovi, no autorica im daje dovoljno osobnosti kako bi ih odvojila od povijesnih djela. Uz pomoć njihovih nesigurnosti i strahova pridodaje im dodatnu dubinu, što ih čini vjerodostojnijima, a čitatelj se popratno može sa njima vrlo jednostavno povezati.
Njihova opsjednutost Shakespearom ide im u korist. Rio se pomoću mnogih izrečenih citata poziva na djela i stihove koji nadopunjuju radnju, misterij te same likove. Iako na prvu njihova ljubav prema Shakespearu djeluje pomalo uobraženo, Oliver nekoliko puta tijekom radnje napominje kako je svaki od njih jednostavno neraskidivo vezan uz njegovo stvaralaštvo. Shakespear definira njihov život, njihovu povijest i budućnost, stoga nije teško razumijeti da opsjeda njihovu svakodnevicu.
Sa druge strane, Oliver i njegovi prijatelji toliko su zaluđeni sa Shakespearom da počinju gubiti vlastiti identitet. Mučenički se bore razaznati gdje završava njihova osobnost, a započinje njihova dodijeljena uloga. Autorica se poigrava sa tom idejom upravo sa činjenicom da Oliver i njegovi kolege pripadaju određenim arhetipovima. Na početku knjige to nije očito jer, baš kao u stvarnosti, nijedan čovjek nije u potpunosti definiran nunutar nekih prepoznatljivih granica, no uz sve veći pritisak akademskih obaveza, privatnih razmirica i potpunog uništenja unutrašnje ravnoteže njihovog prijateljstva, likovi polako gube svoju samosvijest.
Napetost je sveprisutna, no njezin izvor nije uvijek jasan, što stvara savršen, konstantan osjećaj rastuće tjeskobe. Atmosfera je teška, a svakim činom postaje sve tmurnija. Neugodna je, gotovo zagušljiva, ali vrlo djelotvorna. Iako se tijekom čitave knjige sporadično postavlja pitanje tko je pravi krivac iza ubojstva, glavni misterij je ipak motiv. Richardovo ponašanje tijekom četvrte godine je odjednom postalo izrazito nasilno, zbog čega njegova konačna smrt djeluje gotovo zasluženo. Svatko je imao razlog za osvetom, ali zašto se netko ipak odlučio za takav drastičan čin predstavlja teže pitanje nego tko je to učinio. Motiv otkriva stvarni izvor Richardovog gnjeva, a time i temeljnu bit knjige.
Iako je Rio genijalno nagovijestila konačno razrješenje, još uvijek ga je nemoguće u predvidjeti, a tek na samom kraju se razotrkivaju svi dijelovi misterija. Slagalica se napokon upotpuni te ukaže surovi završetak priče. Ipak, on djeluje nedorečeno, gotovo isprazno, no upravo ga to čini toliko snažnim. Realističan je, odan ostatku knjige i svim proteklim događajima.
Veliki sam ljubitelj prevedenih knjiga, no ipak moram naglasiti kako je jednostavno nemoguće vjerno predočiti ovu knjigu na Hrvatskom, primarno zbog količine Shakespearovih citata. Dakako, priznajem kako bi mi original bio teži za pratiti, ali ipak ću je idući puta čitati na Engleskom.
"Da Smo Zlikovci" je nezaboravna oda Shakespearu i polazištima dark akademije. Mračna, tajanstvena i napeta - teško ju je ispustiti iz ruke, a njezin kraj nikoga neće ostaviti ravnodušnim.
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apfelhalm · 2 years
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THE SHADE.
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Hallmark Sets Four Movie Premieres for May: See the Schedule (ET Online Exclusive)
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HALLMARK CHANNEL All premieres are at 8 p.m. ET/PT.
Dream Moms Starring: Tamera Mowry-Housley, Chelsea Hobbs, Roger Cross and Andrew J. Hampton Premieres: Saturday, May 13 Danielle (Mowry-Housley), a one-time off-Broadway performer and former backup singer, and Claire (Hobbs), a once-aspiring dancer, both had dreams of making it to the Broadway stage. Many failed auditions and years later, Danielle is married Mark (Cross), a successful lawyer, and has a ballerina daughter, who is positioned for NYC ballet, living in the Upper East Side. Claire is a single mother raising two sons and working as a bookkeeper in the Garment District. Now consumed with motherhood, they no longer have time for themselves and have deferred their own dreams. Danielle’s brother RJ (Hampton) introduces the two after Claire begins taking classes at his dance studio. He is impressed with Claire’s dance technique and wants to bring the women together to compete in a nationally televised talent contest. As they start practicing for the show, Danielle and Claire begin to regain their sense of self and passion they once had as performers. When competing priorities arise with their families and cause them to reconsider, the pair ultimately realize they need to show up for themselves and set an example to never give up your dreams. They compete in the talent contest and with the support of their families, Danielle and Claire learn it’s never too late to become what or who you want to be.
Love in Zion National: A National Park Romance Starring: Cindy Busby and David Gridley Premieres: Saturday, May 20 Lauren (Busby) is an assistant curator who is out to prove a set of ancient vases belongs with the Pueblo Nation. She journeys to Zion to find what she needs to make her case and along the way meets Adam (Gridley), a native Puebloan park ranger, who helps her on mission.
HALLMARK MOVIES & MYSTERIES All premieres are at 7 p.m. ET/PT.
A Jane Da Silva Mystery: Case of the Broken Song (working title)
Starring: Jodie Sweetin and Stephen Huszar Premieres: Sunday, May 14 Singer Jane DaSilva (Sweetin) inherits the family foundation which is a non-profit detective agency that helps people who aren’t able to help themselves. Jane’s Aunt Sadie (Paris Jefferson) and Detective John Cameron (Huszar) act as her mentors as she takes on her first case surrounding a mother’s untimely death years before. As Jane investigates a multi-level marketing company that took advantage of her client’s (Danielle Smith) fragile mom, she realizes that digging up the past can be dangerous... 
Carrot Cake Murder: A Hannah Swensen Mystery (working title) Starring: Alison Sweeney, Cameron Mathison and Barbara Niven Premieres: Sunday, May 21 The discovery of a skeleton amid the rubble of a building undergoing renovation reveals that one of Lake Eden’s beloved citizens is not who he claimed to be. Much to the dismay of her fiancé, Detective Mike Kingston (Mathison), Hannah (Sweeney) begins to investigate the case on her own. As she tries to piece together the events that led to the murder and tries to learn the victim’s true identity, Hannah even calls on her mother Delores (Niven) as she works to bring the killer to justice and uncover the truth.
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hotsumiozaki · 2 years
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Sawat di khrap hrūx di kwa ratri swasdi,
das Wochenende neigt sich dem Ende entgegen und so traurig mich das macht, so froh bin ich euch wieder die brandheißen News die die Welt bedeuten präsentieren zu können. Denn es heißt einmal mehr: Wie habe ich geschlafen?
Die letzten beiden Nächte werde ich wieder kompakt zusammenfassen. Habe versucht meinen Schlaf Stück für Stück nach hinten zu verschieben. Bin recht zuversichtlich das mir dieses Vorhaben geglückt ist, auch wenn die letzte Nacht bzw. der Vormittag im Bett nicht gerade die Bezeichnung durchschlafen verdient. Meine treue Leserschaft weiß warum ich das so manage. Diese Woche werde ich die Nächte, wie schon so oft zuvor schlaflos und einsam in der Dunkelheit, anstatt verträumt im flauschigen Bett verbringen.
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Apropos verträumt, über mysteriöse Umwege wurde ein Traum an mich herangetragen und da lasse ich mich nicht 2x bitten und werde in die Psyche der träumenden Person eintauchen um die verborgenen Wünsche, Sehnsüchte und Ängste die im Unterbewussten schlummern, ans Tageslicht holen. Als erstes aber zur Handlung:
Eine junge Frau besucht einen Freund mit der Bahn, er holt sie gentlemenlike vom Bahnhof ab. Im Anschluss begeben sie sich Arm in Arm auf Sightseeing Tour. Während der Freund voller Begeisterung versucht unserer Protagonistin die Sehenswürdigkeiten der kleinen, verträumten Stadt näher zu bringen, sieht sie nur eine immergleiche Monotonie aus gelben Häusern und grauen Zäunen und Straßen.
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Die beiden begeben sich zu einem Haus in der Nähe, klettern über den Zaun und brechen durch die Balkontür ein. Sie, sichtlich irritiert, wird durch ihn mit den Worten, das das alles schon in Ordnung sei und hier eine Freundin wohne, beruhigt. Es geht ins Kinderzimmer des Hauses um Netflix zu schauen. Nach einer Benachrichtigung das die Besitzer heimkehren, versuchen beide fluchtartig das Haus zu verlassen. Die Balkontür die eben noch als Eingang diente, ist verschwunden und so bleibt nur ein kleines Fenster durch das sich unsere beiden Einbrecher nach draußen quetschen.
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Im Garten angekommen werden sie von der hier wohnhaften Familie, bestehend aus einer kleinen Tochter, der Mutter und einem Bodybuilder Vater, gestellt. Das Mädchen fragt den dubiosen Freund danach was er hier mache und das er doch wüsste das er kein Netflix mehr schnorren dürfe. Es geht zurück ins Haus, in dem die Herrin des eben genannten zu einer Moralpredigt ansetzt und wüste Drohungen ausstößt.
Ohhhh Leute wen diese mitreißende Story nicht packt, der hat nie gelebt. Und das ist nur Teil 1 des Traumes. Auf Grund der Länge mache ich aber erstmal einen Cut. Teil 2 folgt morgen. Seid nicht zu ungeduldig!
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 2 years
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this movie is bad btw. 😔
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i really dont know how people say detroit become human is better than heavy rain even on like a purely technical game design level like i guess it has less moments where you can deliberately make a mockery of the game through willfully rejecting the experience in front of you but thats because it literally forces itself to be a mockery no matter what you do
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cathygeha · 3 months
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REVIEW
A Deadly Game by Laraine Stephens
Reggie Da Costa Mystery #3
Excellent in every way ~ Couldn’t put it down ~ First time reading this author but not the last!
What I liked:
* Reggie Da Costa: seasoned well respected crime reporter, dapper dresser, has plenty of sources, enjoys the finer things in life, loving & protective son, willing to share his experience, thinks he might be ready to settle down soon, intriguing, deeper than his first impression might suggest
* Ruby Rhodes: intelligent, responsible, quiet, sedate, close to her brother, doesn’t believe her sister’s death was an accident, willing to go undercover to find a murderer, stronger than she realizes, grows a lot in this book and begins to truly come into her own
* Dusty Rhodes: younger than his sisters, budding journalist, hired to work with Reggie as an assistant-apprentice, protective, would like to see more of him
* Horace Striker: criminal-gangster, wants revenge-justice for the murder of his nephew, assists Ruby in her undercover endeavor
* The backstory that explains the secret Ruby is carrying and why she feels so strongly that she needs to find her sister’s killer
* The tie-in to archaeology, Egypt, and stealing of antiquities
* The plot, pacing, setting, era, and writing
* Some of the news stories tackled in the book
* The costumes, settings, and details pertinent to the era and being able to “see” things as they no doubt were in the 20’s.
* All of it really but mostly, reading an excellent book by a new-to-me author
What I didn’t like:
* Who and what I was meant not to like
Did I like this book? Yes
Would I read more in this series/by this author? Definitely!
NOTE: This is third in a series but easily read without reading the previous books
Thank you to NetGalley and Level Best Books – Historia for the ARC – this is my honest review.
5 Stars
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A secret life exposed Melbourne, 1925. Reggie da Costa, The Argus ’s celebrated crime reporter, takes a break from investigating gangland crime to assist Ruby Rhodes, whose identical twin sister has died in mysterious circumstances. Together, they investigate how Katherine could afford a house, motorcar, expensive jewellery and a wardrobe of the latest fashions on the wages of a museum assistant. With Reggie’s assistance and protection, Ruby assumes her sister’s identity and infiltrates the illegal gambling dens and risqué social clubs of 1920s Melbourne to uncover the truth. A Deadly Game is the third in the Reggie da Costa Mysteries .
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After nearly forty years of working as a teacher-librarian and Head of Library, Laraine Stephens decided to experience life on the other side of the bookshelves and became a writer of historical crime fiction. Her debut novel, 'The Death Mask Murders', the first in the Reggie da Costa Mysteries, was published by Level Best Books, in 2021. 'Deadly Intent' followed in May 2022, with 'A Deadly Game' slated for June 2023. When she isn’t writing, travelling or playing golf, Laraine finds inspiration from her work as a volunteer guide at the Old Melbourne Gaol. Laraine lives in Beaumaris, a bayside suburb of Melbourne, Australia, with her husband, Bob, and her maladjusted red toy poodle, Zoe.
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movieloversposts · 11 months
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The Da Vinci Code (2006) 8/10
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A murder involving mysterious clues and symbolism needs the attention of Robert Langdon (Tom Hanks) , a symbologist, and Sophie Neveu (Audrey Tautou), a cryptographer. Using their knowledge of symbols, religion, and history, they must uncover the truth behind the gruesome homicide.
This is a very interesting movie, but it's so long. Like a little over two hours.
On the other hand, it decodes symbols that everyone is familiar with. For example, the devil's pitchfork, is actually Poseidon's Trident. An artist just used it in their work and totally twisted the meaning of it, and that's why it's associated with Satan.
Another example is the Ku Klux Klan (KKK) robes. Those robes are actually inspired by what Spanish priests wear, just in white instead of colors.
This isn't the type of movie to watch if you're bored, because there's so much thinking involving religion, history, art, and symbolism. It makes you think of earlier details that weren't noticed until it's later recalled. It's about mystery, it's about intrigue, and even the type of fascination that goes a little into horror.
Tom Hanks is excellent in this character. He's very intelligent, knowledgeable, and curious to find out what happened. Audrey Tautou is also very strong-headed, and determined to find out the truth behind the homicide.
Together, they complement each other, in Robert's vast knowledge of art, symbols, and religion (due to what he does for a living) and Sophie's intrigue and tendency to dive head first into situations.
There are some action scenes, and stalking, but that's about as intense as it gets. It's mainly a historical thriller mystery type thing going on, with a touch of the cult stuff. (Some scenes might be disturbing to watch, involving cult stuff, just be warned).
There are some aspects of the story that are kinda far-fetched, and just not realistic. I won't say what, but it's quite ridiculous to think about when you understand it.
This is definitely one of the movies that makes one think and pay attention to while watching, because it's complex how the clues and symbolism tie in together. It ties in history and religion (Honestly, it's easy to see why this movie is banned in some countries for that very reason. It plays on religion and adds stuff to exaggerate some stories).
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liu-yu-xin · 1 year
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No wonder wonder winwin hates being in sk hes just there eating sad fried eggs and cereal by himself like yeah i would want to go home too
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zablife · 3 months
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One Way or Another
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Summary: When your brother Bonnie warns you about the darkness lurking beneath Tommy Shelby’s charming exterior, you heed his advice and break up. However, a vengeful Tommy vows to get you back and his ruthless tactics are worse than you could have imagined. 
Author's Note: Requested by a lovely anon who wanted to see dark!Tommy manipulate a reader into staying with him using Charlie as leverage. 
Warnings: language, dark!Tommy, manipulative behavior, allusion to non con (no graphic description), assault, discussion of pregnancy and adoption
You'd noticed the handsome, blue-eyed man the moment you and your family arrived in Small Heath. Intrigued by the mystery surrounding his enormous wealth and influence, you disobeyed your father's orders and began sneaking into town to catch a glimpse of Mr. Thomas Shelby. He soon took note of you as well, lavishing attention and gifts on you.
You even met his son Charlie a few times in his father's office. Giving voices to the toy horses and soldiers he would bring, the chubby toddler would laugh and grasp at your cheeks. You loved his laughter and often wished he was your own child. "You're a natural, sweetheart,” Tommy praised with a wide grin, which made you anxious for something more with him. You found yourself daydreaming about becoming Mrs. Shelby and giving him another baby.
Tommy wasn’t shy about expressing his own desire to you. A bottle of whisky and a sour mood had led him to confess that Charlie was not his son. He claimed it was an error in his judgement of character that would not happen again. This time he wanted things done in the proper way with the right woman, he said. You’d melted on the spot when he took your head between his large palms and kissed you full. His advances would escalate in the following meetings as he learned of your purity, more enamored with you than ever. You knew it was only a matter of time before he proposed to make you his completely.
However, someone in camp must have taken note of your frequent visits to Shelby properties because word quickly got back to your brother, Bonnie. "Y/n, what are you doing with him? He's not good for ya," he said furrowing his brow in concern.
"What do you mean, Bon?" you asked curiously.
“Don’t you know? You must,” he insisted, underestimating your youthful naivete. 
"He's the leader of the Peaky Blinders, Y/n. He's responsible for cuttings and beatings…murders. No one is safe round him. Not even you," he warned ominously.
"Surely not," you said, shaking your head in disbelief. Tommy was an upstanding businessman, or so you thought.
"Y/n, please listen to me," your older brother begged, sliding closer to you. "I wasn't supposed to tell you,” he said in a low, conspiratorial tone, “but Da and I are here to kill his enemies. And there's a long list. You don't want anything to do with Tommy Shelby, trust me," he stressed twisting his cap in his hands. 
After a lengthy conversation about everything he knew, including the murder of Tommy’s first wife, you were shaking with fear. Bonnie wasn’t easily spooked and it bothered you to see him this upset. “Alright, I'll keep my distance," you agreed, witnessing his agitation.
Bonnie sighed with relief, but you noted an apologetic tinge to his voice when he said, "I only want to keep you safe.”
You reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know," you assured him and he relaxed back into his chair.
True to your word, you broke things off with Tommy the next day. You tried to be careful, explaining it in every conceivable way except the real reason. In your usual self effacing manner you babbled away to ease your nerves. "I'm much too young for you, Tommy. You'll get bored of me and everything I don't know. Surely you want someone more...experienced," you blushed.
Although he seemed to listen intently without judgment, inwardly he was fuming. It was your omission that told him everything he needed to know. Someone close to you had warned you off and he was certain it was your father or brother, perhaps both.
As you left his office that day, Tommy began plotting to get you back. Preferably in a manner that would punish you and your family. He would win you one way or another. Gambling was his livelihood after all and the odds were always in his favor.
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Two weeks later...
You heard Tommy's footsteps thudding on the stairs behind you, slowly and methodically. The rhythm pounded inside your skull like a drum, driving you to the brink of hysteria and quickening your own steps. He was frighteningly calm despite your obvious distress as though he enjoyed humiliating you. 
"Come back to bed, love," he urged in a saccharine voice that turned your stomach.  
Your body shivered in reply as you headed toward the sitting room in search of your coat. Blinking back the tears at your lash line and biting your tongue until it bled, you promised yourself you wouldn't let him see you cry. It had been the same tactic you used that morning when your father admitted he'd gambled away your innocence in a scrap metal yard when Tommy goaded him into a coin toss.
"You're going to allow this?" Bonnie yelled at your father, pacing the floor in anxious rage reserved for fight days. 
Placing yourself between him and the two blinders who had come to collect you, you mumbled, “I'll be alright.” It was a meager attempt to convince him and yourself. Turning to your father you asked, “It’s only one night?”
Watching from the corner of the room, deathly still, your father replied "I hope so." But his eyes were wide and filled with terror, the likes of which you'd never seen. 
A harsh tug on your elbow startled you out of yourself as Tommy towered over you. "Where do you think you're going, eh?" he asked tightening his grip, all attempts at gentle tactics now vanished.
"I'd like to go home to my family," you choked out desperately, fingers ghosting over his in a vain attempt to soften his grasp. If he held any affection for you, perhaps he would allow you to leave with a shred of dignity.
He smirked wickedly at your cowering form, “I don’t think you understand, love. This is your home now." Tucking your disheveled hair behind your ear to reveal a bite mark on your shoulder he added, "We're just getting started, you and I." His thumb traced a dark bruise forming higher up on your neck and you winced as he pressed into it. He placed a kiss to your lips and murmured against you, “Going to tell me how much you loved having me inside you, filling you up?” 
His nose brushed against yours as you pulled away. Taking a deep breath, you attempted to steady your voice. “Tommy, how can you expect me to stay after you hurt me like that?” you asked, eyes burning with tears as you relived the pain inflicted on your body and heart as you realized he’d never meant a word he said to you when you were courting.
“Everyone’s first time is like that, sweetheart. It couldn’t be helped,” he replied, caressing your cheek. You felt the bile rising in your throat as you thought of how rough he’d been, holding you down and rutting into you like an animal without any regard for your comfort. 
Mustering all your courage you asserted, “I don’t want it like that ever again.”
Tommy chuckled, “Every woman says that until she wants a baby. Then you'll be begging for it.”
You shook your head as you spat, “I don’t want a family with you.”
His eyes narrowed, large hand sliding down over your midsection as he tsked, “A bit late for that. You might already be carrying my child. What will you do then?” he asked with raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t ask anything of you and I don't want..."
"I don't give a fuck what you want," he interrupted, eyes blazing with fury. "You belong to me,” he hissed, hand snaking down to your throat. 
“I'll never be yours!” you shouted, fighting against him. You were paralyzed by the feeling of your airway constricting under his crushing grip, reducing you to pathetic whimpers. He squeezed until your lungs burned from lack of oxygen, your fingertips scrabbling for his wrist and clawing uselessly. 
Leaning to whisper into the shell of your ear, hot breath fanned over you along with his terrifying words, “You don’t want to make things worse now, do you?”
Just as your vision turned dark, he relinquished you and you fell to the floor gasping for breath. Between coughing fits, you became aware of the housekeeper, Mary, standing in the room. When Tommy had summoned her you weren’t sure. Perhaps you had lost consciousness at some point because she stood with Charlie in her arms and the ringing in your ears soon turned to shrill crying. 
“Ch-Charlie?” you asked, reaching for the child with a hint of a smile in hopes of cheering him.The brightness returning to your eyes told Tommy all he needed to know. With clenched jaw, he  jerked his chin and Mary left the room as quickly as she had appeared. “What’s she doing?” you mumbled, attempting to stand despite the fuzzy feeling swimming inside your head.
Tommy didn’t answer, pretending as though he hadn’t heard you. He picked up the phone, adopting a business like tone, and began, “Good evening, put me through to Sister Agatha.” 
You could still hear Charlie’s desperate sobs echoing down the corridor as Tommy greeted the woman on the other end of the line. Standing on wobbly legs, you hesitated with uncertainty, wishing to comfort the boy. However, your attention was brought back to the cruel words you overheard next. Your jaw dropped as you heard Tommy proclaim, “Send someone to collect the child tonight.”
You scrambled toward him, a look of horror crossing your face. “What have you done?”
Tommy stood like a brick wall, cold and impenetrable. “What necessity dictates, my darling.”
“I d-don’t understand,” you stuttered in confusion, unable to think clearly while being tormented by Charlie's unending screams. Finally you begged softly, "May I hold him? He's upset." You stared at Tommy's stone like features, wondering how he could be so heartless toward a baby.
Taking his time to light a cigarette and toss the match into the fireplace, Tommy smoked quietly for a few moments before ushering Mary back into the room. He took Charlie from her and placed the toddler in your trembling arms. Within a few minutes the boy settled, his chubby cheek resting upon your shoulder. As your hand caressed his golden curls, his cries turned to quiet hiccups and you felt the gentle motion of his thumb sucking before his limbs grew heavy with sleep.
“Tommy, what’s going on?” you pleaded as fresh tears slid down your cheeks. “Why are you behaving this way?”
Tommy stalked to you in three long strides, forcing your chin to meet his gaze. Icy blue stare cutting into you sharply, he scolded, “You’re the one forcing me to do these things.”
You tried to shake your head in adamant denial, but his harsh grip kept you in place. Through pinched cheeks you sputtered, “I never told you…”
“But you did,” he bit back. “Weren’t you the one saying you wanted to leave? That you didn’t want a family with me?” He threw your chin away in disgust as your brain reeled.
“You’re twisting my words…” you protested, voice cracking with emotion. Looking down at the sleeping child in your arms you began, “Of course I didn't mean Charlie..."
Just then a knock came at the door, followed by two nuns announcing themselves as representatives of St. Hilda’s. You backed into a corner, holding Charlie to your body protectively, heart beating wildly as you thought of a way to save him.
“What a darling little boy," one of the nuns chirped despite the late hour. Then she added carefully, "May I take him now?”
Tommy caught your eyes from across the room, “Go on, sweetheart,” he urged. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?” 
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Miracles don’t exist | Masterlist
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Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Riddle!Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Shitty parenting in capitals / torture / murder / the whole shebang A/n: This is going to a pretty long story. It stretches from year four to after Hogwarts. So beware, there are going to be a lot of chapters!! [Masterlist] [Playlist] [Trailer]
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Chapters Year 4: Chapter 1: The Quidditch World Cup finale | Chapter 2: Nice Slytherins | Chapter 3: Well-mannered friends | Chapter 4: The tri-wizard tournament | Chapter 5: The first task | Chapter 6: Christmas is in the air | Chapter 7: 12 Grimmauld Place | Chapter 8: Friends? Friends | Chapter 9: Something fishy | Chapter 10: The greatest nightmare
Chapters Year 5: Chapter 11: Home not so sweet home | Chapter 12: Innocent defiance | Chapter 13: An eventful summer | Chapter 14: A DE in the DA | Chapter 15: Like hot coals | Chapter 16: Mother knows best | Chapter 17: Exploding hippogriffs | Chapter 18: I'm on her side | Chapter 19: The Department of Mysteries | Chapter 20: Just like the lot of them
Chapters Year 6: Chapter 21: Bliss | Chapter 22: Protection | Chapter 23: The Greatest Gift | Chapter 24: Popcorn, sandalwood, and tulips | Chapter 25: Floating snails | Chapter 26: Heavy heart, truthful words | Chapter 27: Teddy | Chapter 28: Without you, my heart doesn't know peace | Chapter 29: Sectumsempra | Chapter 30: The Battle of the Astronomy Tower
Chapters Year 7: Chapter 31: Important tasks | Chapter 32: Love | Chapter 33: Heavy silks | Chapter 34: Stay and leave | Chapter 35: The cellar | Chapter 36: Extreme security measures | Chapter 37: Heartbroken and vengeful | Chapter 38: The day I lost you | Chapter 39: Till Death do us part | Chapter 40: As the world caves in
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Edits: Le Monde | Harry x Reader
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pwncez · 8 months
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eren fingering his little bunny girl????
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꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 2.7k word count , fem bunny hybrid reader , readers sorta black coded , daddy kink , pet name usage ( daddy, papa, da’, mama, doll ) , fingering hellooooo - . ^ , sick reader [ like . . physically ill ] , somnophilia for abt two secz , reader’s pussy is referred to as ‘ she ‘ sumtimez , mentions of dubcon ? , eren is gross ! [ + dis is sort of a pt two to dis fic 🐾 here ]
milkie’z note to you .ᐟ . . . had fun writin dis one cuz ‘m esp * * * * * :o cuz my cycle is comin soon Sobz ! ૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა Minors Do Not Interact !
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it’s a slow day today . . .
that’s rare for eren. no trips, no meetings, no busts — nothing. ‘s jus you and him . . and him and you.
generally, during days so dawdling and drawn out, he’ll admit it . . . he goes a bit fucking crazy. what the fuck can he do? work out for the umpteenth time? finally finish that fucking murder mystery novel he’s been reading — what is it — . . the secret of chimneys! . . fuck no, he has about forty pages left. he doesn’t want it to end just yet.
eren sighs.
fuck it all. in all honesty, he means it.
because doing all that would require him to move from underneath you.
his baby.
he reckons that the real and true reason that he’s so comfortable lazing about — letting the sun fade away from soaring high within blue skies minute by minute is because you’re sick. a disgusting, fucking cold. and eren’s not mad at you for catching it, no, he’ll never be. he’s fucking pissed at connie for giving it to you, followed by damn near half of his coalition.
all night you stayed up, weeping and hiccuping due to the pain of a sore throat so bad, you said it felt like a burning carpet had been shoved within your esophagus. your nose is clogged with mucus and snot so thick that it makes your sweet, gentle voice weak and low and you keep shivering . . body running hot as a furnace one second, then freezing cold the next.
eren can’t do much but continue to force you to take the pills necessary for you to knock this virus out of your precious, little body every six to eight hours. when you’re sick, you’re needy. you want nothing more for everyone else to go away and leave you two be.
he lets that happen. given all the responsibilities he’s prone to carrying everyday for the past thirteen years, of taking heed and care of other people’s lives — he places all that on hold for you and he’ll do it a million times over.
it’s currently two pm . . or rather, somewhere around that time. you sleep atop of eren, sweaty face buried within the pocket of his neck, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his lower torso, and your arms pulled in close to your own chest between the both of your bodies. you’re running hot again, he feels it. even with the air conditioning set to a cool seventy degrees, opened vent positioned carefully to run across you, you still burn warmer than what feels like the sun.
eren aches for you. he can’t imagine the amount of discomfort you’re in.
sighing quietly, he reaches for the duvet that covers the both of your bodies, tossing it away to allow some cool air to waft over you. your body responds with a shiver, though he feels you give a tiny coo of solace and ease. “i know,” eren utters. he rubs his heavy hand over your back in slow, wide circles. “i know, baby.”
he continues to do so while he points the remote at the television suspended on the wall directly across from him. an episode of the haunting of bly manor spreads across the screen as he clicks play onto the last one he left off of about three months ago. usually, you hate to watch things so horrid and terrifying — eren figures that he might as well take this time while you’re sleeping to an advantage.
while the episode ticks off to a slow start, he turns his head to peck a soft kiss right underneath your human ear. your soft, fuzzy ones hang down your shoulders, one black and the other a bronzed caramel, blotched with inky spots of black as well. he sees how your matching tail idly twitches at the base of your back due to your tiny, little, night shirt riding up. it’s a bubblegum pink and the shoulder and bottom hemimngs are laced with white, matching the one on your tight shorts that are adorned with a precious bow in the middle.
eren slides his hand down to give a light squeeze to the puff ball — nothing too serious or harsh. he finds it too sweet sometimes.
you give a slight whine . . a quiet thing, low and broken. he knows you’re more sensitive there than almost every other place on your body ( aside from one . . just one — eren wants to roll his eyes at how juvenile he sounds ) and he knows he should quit it.
you’re fragile right now. sick, weary, and tired — ‘ hngchoo! ‘ you sneeze into his shoulder . . and eren doesn’t mind not one bit how you slow and heedlessly rub your nose from side to side along the surface of his pillow, spreading your germs all over it — but you’ve been sleep for almost ten hours now and he’ll be true, he misses you.
“baby,” he kisses across your shoulder and arm, wiggling your hand from between you two to intertwine it with his. “mm, c’mon . . wake up, baby.”
your responding groan of agitation is predicted. you turn your face to the other side so that it no longer hides within his neck. he hears your wheezy inhale, “s-sleepy, papa,” you quietly murmur. “noooo.” you pull your hand away from his to return it back underneath your chest. “sleepy.”
eren sighs. he tried. “alright, mama.”
you’re gone not even a second later, back relaxed and breathing in deep breaths through your mouth, occasionally sniffling through your full nose. eren tunes himself back into the show, inadvertently rubbing his hand across your back again — this time, up then down. his palm inches a bit lower with each downwards stroke until it grazes your tail while on the way nether to your butt that sits nice and full in your little shorts.
your body twitches.
with little to no effort needed, eren divides his attention between you and the television and low eyes of sage shift down to his own hand, flicking over the contrast of darkly inked skin on soft, pink cotton. the differences between you both are stark — him, dark, jaded, and mellow opposed to your bright softness . . such a fucking cliche, but damn, if eren doesn’t love it.
he pinches the fabric of your shorts between his index and thumb, quickly letting it go so that it can snap back against your butt.
. . . the sound and sight kindles fond memories of times not too long ago . . more specifically, eight days ago. of you bouncing on his dripping, heavy cock, cute panties pulled to the side as the two, large buns on your head, decorated with bows and butterfly clips bounced with you. how cute.
eren closes his eyes — no. he clenches his jaw, slowly tilting his head to the right until he hears two, plangent clicks. he won’t.
but . . . fuuuuck . .
how pretty you looked on your knees for him two days ago, before you both knew you’d gotten sick, soft, little fists wrapped around his sleek shaft, tight and firm, following your lips that had been suctioned at his throbbing tip. you worked them in counter clockwise motions, pace messy and quick. you coughed and sniffled, blinking up at him with those long, spiked lashes while your mouth built up so much saliva that it all began to fizz and inflate thin bubbles that popped at his balls.
eren simply can’t help himself.
slowly, not wanting to disturb you once more, he pulls your shorts to the side with one fist. you never wear panties to bed, a preference of yours that eren modestly adores and has not a single problem with.
his right hand comes up to stop at his lips. he licks three of his fingers — index, middle, and ring — prior to giving them a quick suck. “there we go,” he utters underneath his breath when he has them on your clit, dragging careful, smooth circles on the soft prill. “mm, fuck.”
he sees your tail twitch again, before it, what he likes to call, starts to buzz. with each time that you find yourself aroused, your little ball of cotton gives you away. when eren finds you acting a bit more stubborn . . a little more bratty than usual, he merely has to tilt himself over an inch to look behind you to gauge what was clear you wanted.
with each heat, and each time you unfussily just needed eren’s cock to shut you up and get you to act right, this lump of fuzz and nerves was your dead giveaway.
eren watches your hips slowly begin to move, hesitant and shaky at first, as if you were confused, until more slow, sure circles.
“you up now?” his voice is quiet as he quickens his fingers to a more steady rhythm. “hm?”
you turning your face back into his neck and granting him a soft whimper is all the answer he needs. eren smiles, “yeah,” he mumbles. “thought you’d finally open your eyes for me.”
your pussy starts to drip down to his abs, slow and thick, akin to an imitable honey. eren swats a nice, firm smack on your ass to make you cry when he pulls his fingers away to swallow a taste, “mm, wake up for me, baby,” his voice is but a mere grumble. he feels as though he’s trying to speak over the want that builds within his chest, dark and full, overpowering his usual sound mind. “you like when i touch you right here?”
you nod, slow and soft, “y . . yeah,” you sniffle while your toes curl when his middle finger traces the tight ring of muscle that opens up into your cunt. “. . ‘m s-so sleepy though, pa.” it feels good . . so, so good, then again, you can’t seem to fully open your eyes. the virus runs thickly through your veins, rendering your body a heavy, boneless lump.
“i know,” eren shushes your sniffs and grumbles with a kiss to your cheek. “i know. can’t i play with you, though?”
you can’t help but shiver at the condescending pitch of his tone, low and soft. your hands glide from between your bodies to slowly veer up into his hair that hangs free today, messy and soft.
“slide my fingers inside this warm, little pussy,” he whispers while the middle breaches your entry. you twitch and hic out a long moan, turning your face fully into his shoulder. “can’t i make my doll feel good?”
your knees shuffle, pushing yourself higher up his body so that you can lay yourself against him even more comfortably. there’s no need for you to nod nor shake your head, eren’s going to do whatever he wants to. whether you agree or disagree, it doesn’t matter. your pussy is his, you both know this, and if he wants to feel it clench against his fingers . . feel it drip and cream and squeeze and squirt, he’s going to do any and everything in his power to.
“daddy,” you gasp the title quietly, pushing yourself further back against the long, thick appendages, curling against your walls. “ ‘s . . tight. gentle, please?”
“mhm.”
he listens. gentle. he strokes his tatted finger in and out of your cunt as if he has all the time in the world, loosening you up. your pussy drools around it, moistening and dripping until the pad of eren’s finger starts to prune from the sheer amount of it. “little pussy’s jus’ beggin’ for me to fill ‘er up,” he sighs, not hitching a breath while his left fist, the one holding the crotch of your shorts out of the way, gives one, firm snatch to rip the fabric wide open, leaving two, dangling scraps hanging from your waist.
your breath snags on a moan. “more, da’,” you circle your hips now, pressing further back. “m-make me cum . . pretty please?”
his arm falls across your hips. it’s heavy — keeps you still with no trouble and your heart thuds just the tiniest bit harder at the picture you know you both make. a little bun in the arms of somebody known to empty clips within a person’s skull just for looking at him the wrong way, pretty pussy aching for him and leaking down to his stomach . . sticky liquid piling within the deep crevices that map out his abs and v.
“ngh, shit,” eren’s hips sharply thrust up so that his cock can push against your mound. his voice is more breathy, “want me to make you cum? yeah? . . say, ‘ daddy, bunny wants to cum. ‘ say it.”
“b-bunny — h-h-hah!” he slides in his ring finger with minimal ease . . squeezing it right alongside the other. “bunny wants to c-cum.”
eren’s lips, soft and a dusty peachy light brown in tinge, latch onto your neck. “mm, yeah, i know,” he mumbles around the soft skin, scented of peonies and irises. “not until i say so, hm . . not until daddy allows you to.”
he knows what face you’re making — your eyebrows relaxed, eyes closed, mouth wide open, as if you were in a permanent state of nirvana, floating away on a fluffy cloud. your neck is sensitive and coupled with a few fingers toying with the inside of your little cunt . . it’s not a faraway statement to make that you were in heaven.
it squelches thick and loud, drowning out the sudden orchestra on the television to signal a jump scare. eren closes his own eyes as his warm tongue and lips wrap around a nice section of your neck, suckling and pinching until the skin starts to bruise. he feels your body start to jerk . . sudden and repeatedly.
your pussy seems to pull harder at his fingers, walls dragging against them as if begging for him to never tug them out.
all this time, eren’s been stroking them — keeping the digits shoved deep inside while his fingers brushed back and forth over that tender little spot nestled far inside of you. he knows how you like it — knows just how to fuck you right.
when your body starts to jerk is when he finally starts to thrust them in and out . . . nice, quick, and firm. little quips of slick squirt out of you with each push in. eren’s cock is akin to a leaking faucet, drooling precum against his thigh, dripping along the inside of it across smooth, hard muscle. “m’little cunt feels so good, daddy,” you quietly slur the uttering into his shoulder, nibbling on it with your two front teeth. “y’bunny feels s-soo good.”
“ ‘s all i want,” he groans, letting his heavy hand, fingers spread agape, fall onto one fluffy cheek of your ass to then grip. “make you feel good, baby. that’s all i ever want.”
he pulls his fingers out to begin to swiftly rub at your pounding clit. your pussy pulses and flutters around cool air, icky and needy. “o-oh — h-hah, mmm,” you squirm atop of him, pulling at his hair, his arms, any piece of him you can.
“cum,” he demands, jade eyes firm as he makes you finally lift your head up by wrapping a hand around your neck and stretching his arm out to hold you from afar. “go,” he huffs. “do it.”
you tilt your head back, holding onto his wrist with both your hands as the swoop in your stomach deepens. it’s hard and rough — rolls over your entire body, similar to a wet shirt in a ringer until it hits you. your knees knock closed and body pulls in tight. “yeah,” eren chuckles, snatching your knee from the other with ease, landing firm pats against your pussy as she pulses out warm, milky jets of cum. he wants to see it. “oh, fuck. yes. keep it comin’, bun. c’mon.”
you shiver, sniffling, voice just a hair away from being completely gone. “d-don’t stop,” you beg weakly, circling your hips down into his hand. “k . . keep goin’, daddy. keep goin.” you’re still so tired, but you don’t think you’ve ever felt this sated and floaty in such a long time.
eren lifts up with you, grabbing you by the face — four fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other. with that, he kisses you, uncaring of your leaky nose or yucky germs, he kisses you with all that he has, hoping that you feel his everlasting love pouring into you with each passing second. “c’mere,” he whispers, reaching for your top to soon peel it off of you. “lemme do that, yeah? . . let daddy keep goin.”
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