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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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Woah! You did amazing with help me keep her!! The angst in that fic GOT MY LITTLE HEART RACING 😭 and I love how level headed you wrote the reader. Like they're not gonna accept the mating bond just because it's there and figuring out all three of them is gonna take time (chefs kiss). Also the way you wrote Aelin's determination and stubbornness and Rowens ability to calm and support Aelin and the reader! I LOVE IT! I've re-read it like 4 times already it's SO GOOD❤️ anyway I hope you have an awesome day ❤️ thank you for the great fics

have your little girlfriend, part three

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Aelin wanted to be there in case he took it a step too far, and would push them further back in their progress. She had a feeling y/n was close, close to accepting the bond - and she didn’t want to wait any longer than they had to.

Word Count: ~4.9k

Warnings: smut, light d/s, mentions of blood, flashbacks, possessiveness, minors dni!

A/N: oh my gosh I’m so glad you liked it, I hope you have a fantastic day! here’s part three, I have a part four planned but I'm still deciding what direction I want it to go

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The first morning she woke up with Aelin in her bed, y/n thought she looked like an angel. And was very glad she couldn’t read her thoughts, because she’d never let her live it down.

Her golden hair fell across her face, her lips parted slightly, she tilted her head the tiniest bit to see her clearer. As her thumb ran across her cheeks, the velvety smooth skin, Aelin sighed and dug further into the pillows, tugging her closer in the process. Y/n shifted to try and disentangle herself, but she wrapped her arms tighter around her, tugging her in closer with a grumble.

Y/n poked her cheek, and the turquoise eyes opened, still half-lidded with drowsiness. “Wake up.”

“No.” A whine left her throat, “a few more minutes,” and she closed her eyes.

Y/n wiggled, but couldn’t escape from her arms, and sighed. “Is the Queen of Terrasen begging?”

That caught her attention, her eyes narrowed. “That’s your job.” Her cheeks flushed. Somehow Aelin always managed to turn things around on her. She couldn’t come up with a reply, and ducked her head to ignore the female's smirk. Aelin did have her begging last night.

Every day the small thread inside of her, the one that wanted to reach out and bind her permanently to her mates, grew more insistent. But she wasn’t ready, not yet. Part of her needed them to prove things would change, to see, in action, that they could be different. Mostly that Aelin could.

That following weekend, Aelin showed up with Rowan in tow, at an ungodly hour and claimed they were going on an adventure.

Y/n rolled back over, throwing a pillow over her head with a groan, but Aelin ripped it right off.

“How are you so chipper?” She grumbled. Throwing a pillow at her - one she dodged.

“That’s what I’m wondering,” Rowan drawled, from where he stood near the doorway, eyes flickering with amusement.

Aelin dragged her out of bed, towards her closet, and picked out clothes for her.

Y/n was too tired to complain about it, and sat as Aelin dragged a brush through her hair, carefully braiding it.

Her fingers tugged on a tangle, and she hissed. “Be gentle.”

“Hush,” Aelin said, but pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck. Basically a groveling apology coming from her.

Her eyes scanned the room, before spotting the dagger on the window sill. “You need to sharpen this,” she frowned, examining the blade. Weapons seemed to be one of Aelin’s favorite gifts, and she had a small collection of very sharp blades now. After the third, she told her to stop, that she had plenty. Aelin had pouted but listened. This blade was one of her own, gifted to her shortly after magic returned.

“I clean it.” Y/n protested.

“That’s not the same.” Her eyebrows raised, but she tucked it into the small leather sheath she’d bought her, designed to wrap around her thigh.

“I’ll teach you how.” Rowan said, y/n looked up to see his lips turning up at the sides, amused by Aelin’s fussing.

Aelin dragged both of them out to the forest, intent on seeking out the little folk. Well, she couldn’t exactly drag them out of anywhere, but had hopes of introducing them to y/n. She had a sense they’d take well to her, and her gentle nature. Maybe it would be a re-introduction, she had lived in these forests - a small village now wiped off the map - before … before magic fell and Adarlan invaded. A thought that still flared some anger in her, but she learned to keep it tapped down, reminding her of how different Terrasen is now.

The Little Folk, that’s who Aelin was taking me to see. I crouched on my knees - not caring of the dirt staining them, and spoke to them in their own language, murmuring quietly. Spindly green hands, wings, scales gleaming, and beautiful bright eyes.

She had Aelin take her back to the forest as soon as she was able to, and she left some gifts out for the little folk. Trinkets, but smaller than the ones she usually made. Aelin watched as she carefully left them on the log, and that small act - small act of kindness - made her fall further in love with her.

She asked her why, why she did it, and y/n told her it was a thank you - for everything they did for her all those years ago. Saved her, guided her away from danger. And for everything they did for Aelin too.

“I didn’t ask but told me … more about your story,” y/n said softly, Aelin’s body stiffened slightly, knowing exactly what parts they’d told, and y/n kept running a gentle thumb across the top of her hand, where their fingers joined. She didn’t say much else about it, didn’t push or ask too many questions. If the Little Folk wants to tell you something, there’s usually a good reason for it. Aelin didn’t muse on it any longer, just focusing on the sensation of y/n’s skin against hers, keeping her grounded, and let her guide the way back home.

Y/n knew Aelin was over-protective, in her own way, but Rowan was taking it to a point where she thought she might lose her gods-damned mind.

She has a long temper, that’s for certain, but she’d been out in the forest on a day sacred to her, foraging for different herbs and berries, something she used to do with her parents, before … before everything happened. It was almost a sacred ritual to her, a time where she felt most connected to them. There happened to be a familiar white-tailed hawk following her. She supposes he thinks she’s being discreet, giving her space, but right now all it’s doing is frustrating her. Aelin taught her to protect herself, and the kings-flame was blooming in mass. She picked up a rock, pretending to inspect it, before launching it right for the bird. He squawked as he soared above it, she knew he wouldn’t hit him, but it landed right on the tree branch he was perched on.

She stood, hands bracing her hips, glaring at him, daring him to come closer or shift back. He seemed to get the message, temporarily, because he remained out of sight. But, y/n could sense his presence there.

“She threw a rock at me.” He told Aelin through gritted teeth.

“Why were you following her? And where?”

“Into the forest, and because she was going alone. At dawn.”

Aelin groaned, her head leaning back against the couch, eyes trained on the ceiling. “I’ve taught her how to protect herself.”

“I thought you would’ve followed her yourself.”

“I tried one year,” she turned her head to look at him.

“We go with her. Often.” He couldn’t figure out why this time was different, and why she hadn’t said anything.

“Her parents were murdered there, trying to flee Adarlanian soldiers.”

That … that explains why she wanted to be alone, but didn’t stop the other instinct from popping up. If someone related to her was killed there, would the danger be increased?

“Stop thinking so much.” Aelin chided, “if you’re this worried, train her yourself.” He could tell Aelin regretted the words as soon as they left her lips.

Why the hell did she mention that? Rowan training y/n was a bad idea for many reasons. The first being his style of training. She didn’t take well to yelling, or particularly harsh criticism. Encouragement was much better. She didn’t like blades, violence, or fighting. But, when Aelin had first approached her and offered, y/n was much better than she expected.

“Where did you learn to fight?” They’d started seeing each other regularly six months ago, and things blossomed from there - to the point where Aelin’s worrying began.

“With the Wolf tribe.” Y/n admitted, rolling her shoulders out.

“I didn’t know you-”

“Fought in the battle?” A sad smile crossed her lips. “You didn’t ask, but I don’t like to think of it.”

Aelin nodded, and thanked her - something she completely shrugged off, telling her she’s the one who deserves the thanks, and cut her off before she could begin arguing about it - distracting her with another technique question.

Aelin caught Rowan’s hand, pulling him down to sit next to her. “She’s very capable, already.” More than the average citizen or Fae.

“There’s always more to learn.”

“She has no interest in violence, or being a soldier.” Rowan’s lips pressed into a tight line. “I won’t stop you if you really want to, but you have to be gentle about it. When she confronts you about earlier - which she will, bring it up then."

Y/n was fuming. Absolutely fuming. She was cleaning her kitchen much more aggressively than usual. She hadn’t told him, for a reason, and Aelin knew why - and not to follow. But maybe she didn’t pass the message on to Rowan. She knew she can’t be that mad at him for something he wasn’t aware of, but it didn’t stop the bubbling fury inside her. Especially as she heard the door open, and scented him.

A wooden spoon in hand, she whirled around, “You couldn’t just -”

“I’m sorry.” He interrupted her, hands held up. “Aelin told me.”

Better late than never. She huffed, turning back to whatever she was doing - what was it? She couldn’t remember, but ended up staring aimlessly at the stove. Her memories seemed to whirl through her. Her parents sacrifice, running in animal form, ten years - as a child - spent scavenging where she could, before the wolf tribe found her and knew what she was, who she was, and took her in. Magic returning, reunion with her family, the deaths of said family.

A gentle arm, wrapped around her chest, tugging her backwards, and the spoon was plucked out her hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Does she? Sifting through those memories, reliving them, the past few ones had been enough. Today was enough. “Not now.”

He didn’t give a verbal reply, just led her over to the couch, shifting them so she was tucked into his chest, the silent tears leaving wet spots on his tunic, and ran a hand up and down her spine.

“I didn’t realize you didn’t know.” Rowan figures that’s as close to an apology as he’ll get, and only tugged her into his chest further.

“I know you can protect yourself,” he started, feeling her stiffen slightly against him. “But I want to see.”

She pushed back slightly to look at his face, “Is Aelin’s word not good enough?” y/n teased, a small smile - one she definitely learned from Aelin - the exact one that would piss nearly any Fae male off.

She saw ire flash through the green eyes, and mentally thanked Aelin for that little trick. Rowan wanted to see for himself that she was capable. Y/n didn’t blame him for it, even if it irked her a bit. “If you promise not to wear a shirt.”

“If you want to see me shirtless, all you need to do is ask.” He replied smoothly, almost unphased, and her cheeks flushed. Especially when he ran a thumb over the side of her breast, down her rib cage, before resuming the same strokes running down her spine. She shuddered as one hand entangled itself in the back of her hair, and the other made that same stroke - right over the side of her breast. She focused her breaths to stay steady, even with her heart pounding. His hand carefully tilted her head back to arch her neck, to bare it to him. All of it. She felt his warm breath against her skin, the lips barely brushing. Then - his canines grazed over her pulse point, the pulse that quickened, and his tongue flicked over it. He could easily rip her throat out with one movement. She shuddered - unsure if it was arousal of fear running through her and her lips parted into a soft moan, as he leaned back to rest against the couch. Casual arrogance, that’s the best way she could describe it. “Aelin did say you were responsive,” he mused.

That flared something in her. Made her want to prove some kind of point. Very intentionally, she shifted in his lap, to brush up against a certain part - one that was already hardening. “Did she know?” y/n said, her voice honeyed with false innocence.

This, this is the part of her he’d seen a year ago. Right before he fucked it out of her. Gods, he loved it. Before she could move again, utter another word, he shifted them so she laid, stretched out on the couch, caged in by him - his forearms bracing the space next to her head. He loved the shock in her eyes, the surprise, and grinned as he leaned down to kiss the hollow over her throat, and pushed one knee in between her legs, brushing against her core. Her entire body arched, keening up against him.

He took the next hour to tease her, testing her every reaction - how her body responded to each touch, to each movement, to each brush of his fingers, or press of his lips.

She lost track of time as he teased her, she thought Aelin was bad - but Rowan was merciless. His fingers curled inside her, and she felt it, felt her walls clench around him, right on the edge and … he pulled out completely and she nearly sobbed.

“You don’t cum unless I say so.” His fingers, still slick with her arousal, tilted her chin so she’d meet his gaze. He was dead serious. Meant every word he said. “Understood?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and something like approval flashed through his features. Part of her wanted to challenge him, but the other was so desperate for him to keep touching her, to finally let her finish.

“Good girl.”

Y/n whimpered, as he trailed his fingers back down her body, so damn slowly. Her dress had been thrown off long ago. “Please, please -”

He interrupted her, “If I want you to beg, I’ll tell you.” Rutting Gods he would be the end of her.

Rowan was pushing, to see how she’d take each command she threw at him. Only two, for now, and she took them beautifully. Someone who actually listened, that was a change for him. He pressed one of her knees up, pushing it towards her chest, and lowered his mouth, seeing the desperation in her eyes. He curled two fingers inside her, holding them for a second, before slowly pumping them, but harshly enough her body jolted with each movement, combinations of screams, moans, and his name rolling from her lips.

“You can cum now, Angel.” Those words had her walls clenching around him, and before he could think twice about it, his canines dug into the soft skin of her inner thigh - and sent her tumbling right over the edge. He carefully licked the small droplets of blood, and gently pulled his fingers out from her, pressing them against her lips, watching her clean them with a dazed expression on her face

She was left reeling, her chest heaving, and her thighs shaking slightly. Rowan scooped her right up, and she couldn’t find the energy to protest as he started running a bath for her.

“But … you -” She babbled, trying to convey the right words.

“Not today,” he said quietly, eyes observing her. She felt like he could read every thought running through her mind, his mouth turned up at one side when she pouted, and he flicked her bottom lip. “Soon.” He promised.

Rowan came back, and she could scent Y/n all over him. Her arousal, too. This was the first time they’d been … intimate, at least to that level, without her there. Instead of jealousy, happiness for them took over instead.

“I take it your apology was accepted?”

“It took a bit of convincing.” He had a very satisfied look on his face, and she rolled her eyes. Typical of him. If words didn’t seem to be enough, he’d show with his actions. Very convincing actions.

It took a while for Aelin to become comfortable with the two of them spending time alone. Rowan had put his foot down, told her that if this was going to work, she needed to trust the two of them together.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” she argued.

“She’s not just yours anymore,” he snarled, and Aelin’s eyes flared. “Trying means the two of us need time too.”

A hurt look crossed her face. That they wanted to be without … Rowan crossed the room quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Not in the way you’re thinking. You and I have a different relationship, don’t we?”

She nodded, lips pressed into a tight line. “Y/n doesn’t know where she stands with me. You see how she hesitates. If you want to keep her, for her to accept both of us, you need to give her the chance to figure that out.”

Everything about it made sense. It did. She wouldn’t tell him he was right, but he did have a good point. “You’ve made your case,” she huffed, turning her back so she wouldn’t see the satisfaction on his face.

“First time you train her - or she shows you, whatever it is, I’m monitoring.” Aelin’s eyes narrowed, daring him to disagree, but he didn’t. Aelin wanted to be there in case he took it a step too far, and would push them further back in their progress. She had a feeling y/n was close, close to accepting the bond - and she didn’t want to wait any longer than they had to. It had been three months already. They knew after the bond it would become more and more difficult for her to be away from them for long periods of time, so they planned to invite her - convince her if necessary - to stay at the castle.

They’d already started modifying rooms for her, similar to her own in the sense that they’d have space for her to experiment and make her crafts. A workshop, with a small library, but not a separate bed. Once the three of them were together, they fully planned on keeping her nights occupied. Both Aelin and Rowan played the long game. They’d do whatever it took to keep her.

Aelin had the reasonable audacity to show up early in the morning, to make sure she would actually keep to her word and go train with Rowan, instead of coming up with an excuse. She promised to be there, that she wouldn’t let him go overboard. Y/n remembers the story of how they met, of his rather brutal training techniques, and although he said he wanted to ‘see for himself,’ y/n knew it was a thinly veiled excuse to rope her into training with him. With all honestly, she couldn’t trust herself completely to set boundaries with him. Maybe Aelin knew that too.

Rowan was a bit harsher than Aelin, but based on the glares the female kept sending him, she knew he was holding back, probably a lot. They’d secured a secluded courtyard in the castle - nobody else in sight, and he put her through her paces until her body was glistening with sweat, and she guzzled down some water.

“There’s a few things we can work on,” she turned sharply to face him, but saw the gentle expression on his face. “If you’d like to.”

Her mouth quirked into a half smile. “What are those things?” Then she frowned. “I thought you said you’d be shirtless.”

Aelin’s laugh filled the courtyard.

Four months after the conversation, she finally felt ready. But, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, just wanted to let the part suppressing it loosen, and see what would happen. Aelin hadn’t left in the middle of the night - not without waking her to tell her, and she’d grown closer to Rowan, starting to figure out where she stood with them. They introduced her to a few people, and she introduced Aelin to some of her friends. Rowan said he wasn’t too interested, and Aelin said he would likely scare the hell out of them. And that meeting both the Queen and King of Terrasen all at once would be a bit much. Things changed enough she felt ready - that and the growing pressure in her chest was almost too much to handle, it nearly overwhelmed her at every turn, every time she saw them, and wanted to release it of her own control, before it would make the decision for her.

They both were coming over for dinner later that night and she was jittery. On edge, jumping at every sound. A small knock sounded on the door, before it opened and both of them walked in, Rowan grabbing Aelin’s cloak to hang it on the rack. Fall was starting to set in in Terrasen, and with it came the chill slowly creeping in everywhere.

They took a few steps in, and froze. That small thread in her chest reached out, splitting in two directions, and she felt it - the exact moment their souls connected. Everything around her slowed to a stop, and her vision tunneled, all she could see, all she could feel was them. Every part of her body and soul belonged to them - wanted them, yearned for them. It felt like the connection that was waiting for her, waiting for her to find and embrace. Ancient magic fluttered around the room as they took predatory steps towards them. The hunger in their eyes made her pause. But she felt it too, the draw to them, able to feel more of their emotions - sense them on a new level.

As soon as they were in front of her, she cupped one hand on each of their cheeks, searching their eyes for any anger, resentment, anything. She had sprung it on them, and just realized maybe they’d be angry or upset.

“About damn time,” Aelin growled, before gripping the back of my head, pulling me into a bruising kiss. Their lips moved together with a ferocious, almost frenzied passion. She felt rough hands grip her waist, and Rowan pressing behind her, pushing her further into Aelin. Caging her between them. His hand squeezed, before his lips met the spot between her neck and shoulder, sucking slightly. “You're ours now.” Aelin said as she pulled away for air.

“Forever.” Rowan said behind her, and she shuddered, but didn’t let the words sink in, only turning to press her lips against Rowan’s, her neck perfectly exposed for Aelin, who took full advantage of the chance to leave marks and kisses all down it.

With every touch, kiss, and caress she felt herself intertwining deeper with them, every part of her becoming theirs and every part of them becoming hers.

They barely made it to her bedroom before her fingers were tugging at the end of Aelin’s tunic, the female didn’t waste any time, pulling it off herself - and flinging it somewhere across the room.

Y/n reached to pull down the straps of her dress, but a large hand covered hers, “let me,” Rowan’s lips grazed across her ear. He slowly tugged down one strap, kissing the bare shoulder left behind, before gently nipping at it. She felt Aelin do the same, on her other shoulder. Their canines grazed against her, and she let out a small whimper. Even that small sensation felt let it was lighting her body on fire, like flames would be covering her at any minute.

Then there were soft flames gently tickling at her skin - not burning, just caressing.

“Aelin,” she heard Rowan’s growl, and a ice kissed wind brushed against her skin as well - but it didn’t extinguish it, instead they seemed to play together, brushing against her body, they both pressed closer, and she felt their canines graze either side of her neck, right at the spots where her neck met her shoulder.

There was no warning as their teeth sunk in. Marking her. Claiming her. Y/n thought she might finish from that alone, but was reduced to moans and whimpers as they each licked up the small droplets of blood left behind.

Their clothes were quickly forgotten after that, and Rowan tossed her onto her bed with a small squeal, tossing Aelin right after her, she laughed lightly, but that ended as Rowan tugged her back against his chest, using his knees to spread hers wide apart, and Aelin lowered herself, eyes on hers the entire time, and gave a gentle lick against her clit. Gods she was already so wet, her arousal practically dripping, and she felt Rowan’s hard length against her back.

Rowan and Aelin exchanged a glance over her shoulder, and Aelin pulled back slightly, ignoring y/n’s whines of protest.

She figured out quickly what was happening next, as Rowan’s hands gripped her hips, before lowering her onto him - inch by inch, stopping to let her body adjust, before finally pushing her all the way, leaving her feeling so damned full in this position.

She twisted her hips slightly, and he groaned, but grabbed her - holding her still. Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, but before she could think further Aelin was back between her legs, sucking at her clit.

She could feel Rowan trembling with restraint, but he held her there - not moving, as Aelin licked and sucked at her clit - finding a perfect rhythm, and one of Rowan’s hands pinched her pebbled nipple slightly, before pinching harsh enough she threw her head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly. She felt herself growing closer and closer.

“Ask,” Rowan's teeth tugged at her earlobe.

“Please,” she nearly sobbed, “please can I cum?”

“Go ahead,”

Y/n looked down at Aelin, just as the female sucked her clit particularly harshly, looking up at her through her lashes, and she went over the edge, her walls clenching, body starting to shake. Gods she felt like she might explode, burst up into flames.

She heard Aelin’s laugh and felt her kissing her way up her body, leaving small bites and marks on her way, until their lips met. She sighed into the kiss, tasting her own arousal on her lips and tongue.

They switched, Gods she could never figure out how they moved so fast, and she was on her back, legs thrown over Rowan’s shoulders, and Aelin slowly lowering herself over her face.

She had no warning as Rowan began thrusting inside her, his pace punishing and nearly brutal. Aelin’s hands were braced against the headboard, and she moaned into her, alternating between licking and sucking her clit as her breaths became more ragged - harsher.

She ran her hands up her ribcage, gently tracing a knuckle under one of her breasts, before gliding her thumb over her nipple. Aelin wasn’t having it, and covered y/n’s hand with her own, squeezing harshly. She got the message, repeating the motions, and it was so gods-damned hard to focus. With Rowan slamming into her, the incredible taste of Aelin on her tongue, the feeling of her soft skin under her hands. Aelin finished first, screaming her name, panting heavily, before climbing off, and Rowan’s body folded over her own, pressing her legs up to her chest.

Aelins nails dragged down her arm, leaving small scratches in their wake, before she grabbed her hand, squeezing before laying a gentle kiss against her shoulder.

“Who do you belong to?” His breath was warm against her neck, and she fought to regain her breath - her voice, apparently her answer didn’t come quick enough, because he grasped the base of her neck, he repeated himself, his voice lower, “who do you belong to?” emphasizing it with a light squeeze.

“You,” she screamed, half sobbing, “I belong to both of you. Rowan and Aelin. Oh gods.”

“Then cum for us love, again.” Rowan shifted his hips just enough to hit the perfect spot, and she did, screaming their names the entire time as his walls clenched around her.

He finished shortly after, with a groan and his teeth in her neck. Her legs shook violently as he pulled himself out of her, and her eyes were glazed, heavy with lust.

Rowan exchanged a satisfied smirk with Aelin at the sight of her, blissed out, but her hands still reaching for both of them. Theirs. She was, finally, completely theirs, and everyone would be able to tell - based on the two bite marks on either side of her neck. He rolled off, coming back with a glass of water and a washcloth, Aelin sat, propped against the pillows, running fingers through her hair as Y/n curled into her side.

“We’re not done with you yet.” Aelin said, her voice soft and smooth but with a teasing edge to it.

“I’m not done with you either.” A half grin formed on the female’s face, as she accepted the glass.

They didn’t get much sleep that night.

Aelin felt incredibly satisfied, y/n sleeping curled up between her and Rowan. She felt safe enough to finally accept it - surprising them with it or not. She was theirs. She always had been, but now in a way that went so deep, their souls could never be completely separated.

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c-schroed · 9 months

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Okay. Well played, @re-dracula. The "But I am captain." line had me tear up, the Ratcatcher shanty had me grin, and today's entry really almost left me fucking sobbing in a tram at my home commute.

I guess it's that sense of a story ending, of the Demeter meeting her final fate. Using the newspaper article as epilogue to the Voyage of the Demeter is congenious.

Especially when it's so darn well made! The voice acting bringing the Correspondent to charming life, the sound design giving a marvellous feeling of the place, the absolutely on-point pacing of the story... It's all just *chef's kiss*

Excellent job, everyone, thanks so much for all that lovely emotional distress you caused me! And fare well, poor Demeter. Thanks for that hell of a ride!

#re: dracula #re: dracula is so darn good #dracula daily #can't wait for my next source of emotional distress #schroed's thoughts

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knowyourplace-fool · 1 year

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mind games until you lose control

Attack on Titan

Pairing: Yandere!bully!Eren x Shy!female!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

Synopsis: Eren claims to hate you, and often torments you for simply existing, yet he can’t keep his hands off of you.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Part 1 (2 in the making and possibly a bonus too)

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

A/N: uh, hi. First off, I want to apologize for disappearing literally right after starting this blog. I’ll try to post more often now that I’m back on my eren shit. The ONLY reason I’m back is that there are seriously no more good dark fics anymore and no one seems to be doing SHIT about it, so ur girl’s coming in clutch for all u peeps who are into dark shit. Ong tho, I’m tired of re-reading fics (shout out @father-time-and-baby-new-year , IVE BEEN LIVING OFF HER FICS, so good, chefs kiss) anyways, happy very belated Christmas and new year :) also, the song that inspired this fic is “Mind Games” by Sickick. Definitely giving toxic eren😩

Warning(s): Physical abuse, slapping, squirting, toxic behaviour, toxic Eren, dacryphilia kink, sadist!Eren, choking, manipulation, rough sex, abandonment issues, mean!Eren, groping in public, degradation

THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

“There’s another side that you don’t know, you don’t know.”

You peer over at Eren whose left hand is firmly at the 12 o’clock position on the steering wheel. His other hand gripped your bare thigh, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down on your tender skin. His eyes were direct, jaw tight. You took this as a chance to observe how Eren looked tonight. He was wearing mid-rise, black, ripped jeans. Matching his pants with a black designer t-shirt. Initially, he wore a black hoodie over the top, but now it’s over you. His long, silky hair was in a loose man bun and a thick silver chain hung around his semi-tattooed neck. Both of his arms were littered with tattoos and veins. Around his left wrist was an expensive watch and down to his fingers were a few silver rings.

You look down at his hand that was on your lap. You brought both of your hands down to his and played with the bracelet that you made for him. It made your heart flutter a bit that he was still wearing it, despite it acquiring bright colours which he contrasts with.

“I can’t wait to get you all alone, all alone.”

Eren was driving back to his house after a night out with a few friends. As much as you wanted to tell him to take you back to your place, you knew he would become more aggravated with you. You decided against poking the bear and buried your face into his warm, soft hoodie.

You closed your eyes and thought about the events that unfolded tonight. It was your first time going out. After being endlessly bullied throughout middle and high school by Eren, you ended up with no friends. At first, you were fine with being independent but as you got older, you realized how much you were missing out on. Ironically, your first outing was with Eren’s friends. You knew Eren was bound to be there but you couldn’t give up on the opportunity of making new friends.

You wore a short, emerald green, bodycon dress. You wore your hair down with a few accessories to put your look together. Originally, you were going to walk to the arcade — where you planned on meeting up — but your friend Sasha offered to pick you up.

The night was going swell, you were genuinely having fun. The hangout moved from the arcade to a bar where Sasha’s boyfriend served you guys a few rounds. It began to get late, and the bar started to fill. While Sasha was dragging you to the dance floor, you made eye contact with him. It made you stop in your tracks because you know that look. You recognize it by heart. Goosebumps run up your body and you begin to think back to the last time he gave you that look. It was a warning look. As she was being dragged away, Sasha quickly let go of your arm and you made the sensible decision to sit back down at the booth.

“Once I’m in there ain’t no letting go, letting go.”

Casually, Eren ended his conversation with his friend and strolled over to you, nearly sitting on top of your thigh. His arm rested around the seat and he leaned into you. “Who invited you, trailer trash?”

You attempted to move down the booth, but Eren lowered his hand to your thigh and squeezed it. “Answer me.”

“Sasha invited me.” You meekly say, clearly uncomfortable and intimidated by his presence.

“Oh? When did you and Sash become besties? Does Sash even know where you come from?

You don’t answer. You know he’s referring to your home which is an old, rented-out trailer that’s at a trailer park. You had running water, a bed, a cramped kitchen and a living space. You were practically raised in it. It was good enough for you but for someone like Eren who comes from mansions, yachts and money, could never see how one can survive in it. He let the whole world know that you were poor and grew up with a single mother who abandoned you at 14. It hurt, every time he spoke about it like it was his trauma.

Yet, you have kept a charming smile on your face and allowed him to run all over you. You were a person who avoided conflict. You’ll apologize even if you did nothing wrong. You never saw the point in fighting, especially with someone like Eren.

“She picked me up from there.”

He raised an eyebrow at this. “Oh? Are you sure she saw the trailer park or did you wait at the corner of the street so she wouldn’t see?” Eren could read you like a book. You loathed yourself for hiding or at least trying to conceal the fact that you lived there. You live in a relatively wealthy town — mostly wealthy senior people who’ve retired reside in your town. Then there are people like Eren, whose father is a successful travel doctor and whose mom is a successful travel nurse who retired early and now lives her life as a housewife. His dad could retire early too, but he chose to be the town’s family doctor.

Eren grew up in a mansion with nannies and butler’s running to him at the snap of his fingers. No one has ever said no to Eren. Except for you, but would he ever listen to a nobody like you? You’re nothing but trailer trash to him. You hated that Eren made you feel self-conscious about where you lived. You hated that he made you feel ashamed of yourself for being poor, even though it’s out of your control. You know you don’t fit in the standard of this town, but it’s not like you had money to move away either. Regardless, it felt inhumane to criticize someone simply because they don’t have as much money as you. Any available condos here were a minimum of $1,000 per month vs your trailer rent which was $200, including utilities.

Furthermore, it was the last thing your mother left you. She paid the rent for the next 5 years then vanished. All you needed was money for food. You recall how you struggled to get a job at 14, most of the businesses running in town were family-based. They didn’t hire outsiders. Eventually, Eren’s mother Carla offered you a job as her sewing assistant. You were passionate about fashion, clothes and designing, so the job was right up your alley. Not to mention, Eren’s mother was a fallen angel. Truly a second mother. She was somewhat aware of your situation and frequently had you stay over for dinner, so you wouldn’t go home hungry.

Initially, you thought you hit the jackpot with this job, but once Eren started interfering, you began to scramble home as soon as you were done. It started small, like mean, typical insults to a little physical aggression like pushing and pulling to straight abuse. Every so often when Carla wasn’t looking, Eren would grip you by the neck and slam you into the wall, choking you out. Other times he’d slap you, pull your hair and spit on your face. You thought you could manage, but the final straw was when he ripped through your virginity, dismissing your pleas to stop.

You had to quit afterward and budgeted your saved money until you could find another job or better yet, get the hell out of here and away from him. But of course, that never happened. In fact, after Eren had stolen your virginity, he kept coming back for more. Early in the morning, he would show up at your door and force you to the back, where the bed was. You recall it all too vividly, you were lying on your stomach, unfortunately already aware of what was about to go down. You couldn’t help but cry. You were unsure of how to stop him. His whole body weight kept you down, and he had both of your wrists pinned. You were wearing a nightgown, only providing easier access for him. He fondled your body for a couple of minutes before ripping your gown off, leaving you bare on the bed. Eren had a ridiculously huge dick. No matter how many times you fuck, you can never adjust to his cock. Eren was completely aware of this and used it to his sick advantage. Without properly prepping, he pierced into your tight pussy, letting out a deep groan after bottoming out. You were sobbing your heart out, kicking, squirming, whimpering, doing anything you could to attempt to get him off. Little did you know, Eren was fully getting off to this. He pulled out his cock again and shoved it back in with no mercy. Pretty quickly, he picked up the pace and began fucking you like an animal in heat. He had a hold of your whole body; he wouldn’t allow you to slip away from him. After adjusting to a comfortable speed, he leaned down, burning breath fanning your ear, “stop fucking crying, you like this.”

“No, Eren please!” you cry out, gripping the bed sheets harder than before. He lets go of your wrist and pulls your hair back to get a proper look at your pathetic face. “Tell me no again, baby. I fucking dare you.”He pressed his cheek against yours, moving his hips harder and faster from behind. He was provoking you to say it again. It’d give him more reason to punish you. You knew it was a trap and tried your best to avoid it, but it wasn’t enough. After hours of relentless fucking, you felt the hope in your body crumble and decay. It hurt to inhale because of his cock that was nonstop impaling you. It didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon either. You couldn’t help but beg him to stop. Every inch of your body was aching, screaming at your brain to figure something out to make this all stop. Your poor mind was helpless. You couldn’t do anything but beg for mercy.

Eren quite literally fucked you all night. By the morning, you were smothered in sweat and tears. When you woke up, he was gone. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you waddled over to the bathroom before bursting out into tears after taking a look at yourself. Dark hickeys decorated your neck, collarbone and cleavage. His big hands left some bruises on your wrist and ass. Lips are swollen from being sucked on for too long and hard. You used the washroom and freshened up a bit before crawling back into your bed.

Unfortunately, for you, this would merely be the start of it.

“Watch me turn your mind into my home.”

Eren's house is located in the outer part of town, also known as, where the rich people live. The drive from town to his house was about 30 minutes, even with Eren’s speeding. Eren’s hand was now holding yours; he was fidgeting with your ring.

It belonged to your mother. After she “had disappeared, ”you went to the police station after 72 hours of her not contacting you. You knew your mother’s work required her to be away for a few days, but normally she’d call you. It had already been three days and you hadn’t received a single phone call. When you informed the police officer, they informed you that your mother had already spoken with them and that she was not missing. She’s moved into the city. A wave of confusion strikes you. Did she move… without you? You understand the city was far more expensive to live in, especially with a teenager, but an explanation would’ve been nice. Once you reached home, you opened a few of her drawers and saw that most of her items were gone. You must have been in deep slumber when she packed her bags and left for good. Your heart breaks a little, every time you think about it. It made you feel worthless.

Although you’ve never acknowledged it, your mom was the one who triggered the crack in you. She raised you to be independent and obedient because it made her job as a parent significantly easier. By the time you were eight, you already knew how to wash your clothes, cook and even walked to school by yourself, despite it being a 15-20 minute walk. Because your mom left early in the morning, it was your responsibility to wake up and get ready for school. However, you never complained because you knew your mother was working her ass off to provide a better living for you. Or so you thought. But could you blame her? You hated that you constantly found a reason to be empathetic toward someone, even when they outright wronged you. Your mother left you to fend for yourself, and that’s how you landed into the palms of Eren Jaeger who completed the crack and completely broke you.

I fucking hate Tumblr. It took me longer to format this fic than to write it.

Anyways, hope you somewhat enjoyed it.

I know that there wasn't much smut in this part but the next part will!!

Thanks for reading :)

xoxo,

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justmenoworries · 11 months

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RotB spoilers

Wow. That sure was... a Transformers movie.

The Positives:

The human characters were amazing. I love Noah's relationship with his little brother, the Sonic and Tails thing made me squee both because I'm a Sonic nerd and because it was just so darn cute! Anthony Ramos does a great job of protraying both the comedic and the more serious sides of the character. I hope he gets big after this, I'd love to see him in more. Same for Dominique Fishback, who also did amazing as Elena. Elena is a gem of a character, I loved her genuine passion for history and how openminded and willing to help she is. Her relationship with the Autobots and the Maximals is so genuinely respectful on both sides and the way the movie makes it clear that the gang probably wouldn't get far without her knowledge - I'm just really happy that the first POC human companions in a Transformers movie were handled this well.

Mirage and Noah's odd friendship is wholesome and funny and one of the highpoints of the movie. Mirage in general is a pretty well-written comedic relief. He's quirky and does his own thing, but never to the point that it gets grating. I think a big part of his likability comes from Pete Davidson's performance, he gives this character such an inherent charisma and joy for life you can't help but warm up to him eventually. I found it pretty interesting that Noah and Mirage seem to be a sort of mirror to Bumblebee and Charlie, heck, their last scene together is literally Noah repairing Mirage to bring him back from a coma. Human-Transformer friendships are pretty hit or miss in these movies, but these two absolutely hit. Btw, we're definitely in for tons of ship-art after Mirage's "You were inside me!" - line and I, for one, cannot wait. Hot take, Noah and Mirage should have kissed.

The Transformers designs were awesome (for the most part, but we'll get to that)! They're very different from the old Bayverse designs, but not in a bad way at all. I think they're a perfect mix of the old traditional G1 but wth enough elements from more modern depictions that they can be seen as their own thing. I'm especially a fan of Arcee's new look, the visor that becomes her windshield in motorcycle-form is aneat touch.

It was cool to see less known Transformers get to be part of the maincast. Mirage is the obvious one, but we've also got Stratosphere, whom I honestly didn't think they'd ever bring back, but it was a nice surprise. I think it's an interesting decision to not have Bumblebee the one who bonds with a human, since in every mainline movie so far he was basically the bridge between humans and Autobots, as the only one with a permanent human companion. They even reference it. But I can get behind it, Bumblebee's kind of become infamous for hogging the limelight. Giving another Autobot a human friend allows someone else to shine for once.

The underlying commentary on instituional racism in both Elena's and Noah's stories was *chef's kiss*. The way Noah struggled to get a job, despite having all the qualities, but being dismissed at the first excuse hi would-be boss gets? Elena being obviously more qualified to be a curator than her boss, but being stuck as an intern who does all the actual work while the white woman gets all the credit for it? Real. Frustrating, but real.

Optimus being portrayed as more jaded and bitter and needing to relearn the meaning of Til All Are One was an intriguing direction to take the characcter in, I enjoyed it for the most part. Also ngl, I got a bit teary-eyed when Optimus pleaded with Noah not to destroy the Transwarp Key and that they could save both of their worlds without one needing to suffer. The paralells between Optimus and Noah were also neat. They're both soldiers who adopted a "Whatever it takes" mindset after countless instances of life just absolutely dumping on them and need to re-learn that sometimes, it's not just about you and your loved ones. You can't just dismiss the fate of others because they're not in your general orbit and working together so no one will have to sacrifice or be sacrificed will always be better than bulldozing through with a "Fuck you, got mine" attitude.

The movie gives the middle finger to the Ancient Aliens trope so fucking hard. Yes, the Maximals were on Earth for a long time and had contact with humans, nope, they're not responsible for stuff like the Nazca Lines or the pyramids, those were all still the humans. The Maximals only contributed their own artifacts to hide the Transwarp Key and even those are clearly distinct from humanity's ancient artifacts, absolutely no overlap. If anything, it's heavily implied the Maximals were imitating humanity when creating their artifacts and I think that's great.

The Negatives:

The story isn't really the movie's strong point. It's a standard Macguffin-hunt, ending with a world-ending threat. If you've seen even one movie with those plot-points before, you've seen this one. There's very little there in terms of fresh new takes or originality. The pacing's too fast to give much attention to the characters, who should have been the main focus, and the climax is a drag that takes about half an hour too long, has about three separate Darkest Hour moments and severely undermines two major characters (more on that later).

The secondary conflict about Noah wanting to destroy the Transwarp Key to protect Earth from Unicron and going behind both the Autobots' and the Maximals' backs is resolved way too quickly. I get why it is, going more in-depth with it would have taken time that the movie simply didn't have to spare, but I feel like that was a potentially enaging discussion that we've missed out on. It's one of the very few examples where a story portrays a gray conflict in a competent manner: You can't really blame Noah for not wanting Earth to be torn apart between all those factions of giant robots, one of whom has shown nothing but disdain for humanity and seems to care only about his own people. On the other end, you can understand why Optimus is so desperate and hyperfocused on using the key to return to Cybertron: There's still a war going on there, dozens of his friends are in the line of fire and he's been forced to sit the conflict out on Earth twiddling his thumbs, with no way to contact the other Autobots. Optimus' speech to Noah during Airazor's attack was good, I won't deny that, but I wish we could've seen other characters react to what Noah almost did. Would they be accepting like Optimus? Or would they feel angry and betrayed, especially Mirage? Speaking of Mirage, how would the fact that Noah almost took away his one hope of going back home affect their relationship? How would Noah defend himself? Or would he accept that what he did was understandable but not okay and try to apologize?

I'm sorry, the Mirage-armor was just silly. It looked silly too. Granted the movie did kind of foreshadow it with Noah's Mirage-glove, but a simple glove is leagues away from 'dismantling my entire body to give my bestie a mech-suit made out of me'. And no hate to the CGI artists, but they messed up big time on the armor. It's obvious Noah's face is photoshopped in there and the movements are just way too video game character-y.

I'm not sure how I feel about the G. I. Joe teaser. I've never watched the cartoon, but I am aware they've had a history of crossovers with Transformers. Still, this feels like another attempt at creating a cinematic universe a la Marvel and I'm really starting to get sick of those. Plus, are we supposed to just ignore that a government organization was spying on Noah the whole time, meddled with his family's medical business and is already looking to weaponize the Autobots for their own purposes through Noah's connection with them? I gotta say, that's a whole lotta yikes that we're just supposed to accept because the Joes are, allegedly, the Good Guys. And come to think of it, how come they only contacted Noah? How come Elena didn't get contacted as well? She was right there, they never would've been able to save the world without her contributions! But that transitions neatly into my next point.

This movie does it's female characters dirty. All of the main groups suffer from Smurfette Principle (each group has only one female character who is mostly relegated to sidekick or background role for the sake of the male characters). Like, the male-female ratio isn't balanced at all here. Two of the four main girls don't get to do anything but be there, more or less, one gets fridged and one gets shafted for the sake of her male companion. Airazor's death was an insult, I'm sorry, but it was. You're telling me that Scourge has the ability to corrupt and brainwash other Transformers and out of the dozens of characters he fights/comes close to over the course of the movie, the only one he uses that on is the sole female Maximal? Oh and just to add insult to injury: Bumblebee gets fatally stabbed in the first act, but gets magically revived during the climax through energon. Not Airazor though. She stays dead. I guess healing springs are boys only. Don't get me started on Elena. The movie spends so much time building her up as the Heart, the Brain to Noah's Brawn whose contributions are just as if not more important and then it screws her over in the climax by removing the one way for her to save the day so Noah and Optimus can do it instead. She literally gets dragged off the battlefield so the men can do the "real" fighting. Oh, and remember Airazor? The movie was teasing that Airazor could be to Elena what Mirage is to Noah, but not only does Airazor die, she attacks Elena beforehand and Elena is forced to witness Primal mercy-killing her. Fucking wow. Elena wasn't allowed to have anything in this movie. (Yes, it was nice to see her being credited with the discovery of the old underground city in Peru, but again: The fact that Noah was given major credit for helping save the world while she was more or less shoved into the background and ignored speaks volumes). You're probably wondering why I haven't said anything about Arcee and Nightbird yet. That's because there is nothing to say. They're barely characters in this movie. Arcee is flat as they come and Nightbird is just a villain who spouts eeevil one-liners. Thanks, I hate it.

We did not need a return of the Realistic Old Man robot designs. Stratosphere and Wheeljack look so deeply out of place next to the others. Why couldn't Wheeljack keep his design from Bumblebee (the movie) and just have it tweaked a bit to fit in on Earth? Seriously, were the "realistic" faces anyone's favorite part of the old Bayverse series? Optimus, Arcee's, Mirage's and Bumblebee's designs were already perfect. Just human enough to be readable, just otherworldly enough to be alien, why did we have to do Jackie and Strats like that???

I'm gonna say it: It was way too early to bring in Unicron as the Big Bad. In Transformers canon, Unicron is basically Thanos. You can allude to him, hint at him as a Greater Evil that's to come, but you do not bring in fucking Unicron as your Starter Villain! Imagine if in Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 1, Thanos just showed up at the midpoint, teamed up with Ronan and got beaten by the Guardians. That's this movie with Unicron and Scourge. You already had perfectly serviceable villains with Scourge's team, you didn't need to waste the planet-level threat like that! Unicron should have been this constant looming presence in the background, someone we regularly see Scourge interact with and him managing to cross over should be a Worst Case Scenario, not the actual climax. He should not have appeared in person! Because now that the bubble's burst, the tension is gone. We don't need to be afraid of Unicron anymore, because the heroes already beat him once and he has no way to return. And where do you go to escalate from a literally planet-sized Transformer god who eats other planets as fuel??? Where do you escalate from there?? What or who could be more of a threat than a god??? There's a reason Unicron was the Big Bad for a whole separate movie in G1. Now that you had him, every other threat will inevitably look like a step down in comparison. The Decepticons will look like a step down in comparison! Good job Jody Harold, I didn't think anyone could shoot themselves in the foot that badly, but you've proved me wrong quite expertly. Bravo!/s

The Autobots and Maximals feel so underdeveloped. It's been an unfortunate trend in live-action Transformers that the actual Transformers are more window-dressing than anything else ever since Transformers (2007) and sadly, that's very much the case in this movie. Apart from Optimus and, if we're being extremely generous, Mirage, none of the Autobots get anything resembling a character arc or good character moments. Same for the Maximals. The Terrorcons are just generic villains who are neither hammy nor cool enough to leave a lasting impression. There are hints of potential, with the implication that the Terrorcons are remnants of worlds destroyed by Unicron that Unicron brainwashed into his service, but we never really elaborate on that. They're really just goons for the heroes to get whooped by in the first act, so they can be triumphantly defeated in the third act. They had something going with the Optimus/Scourge rivalry and the potential Scourge/Primal rivalry, but none of it is executed in a way that feels narratively satisfying. Optimus gets his ass beat once and Bumblebee gets stabbed trying to help him and from then on Optimus kinda wants revenge until he doesn't. Primal's brother Apelinq dies to Scourge while holding the line so the Maximals can escape their planet, but that's literally only mentioned once and then Primal just forgets he was supposed to hold a grudge, I guess. Watching the movie, it's pretty obvious the Transformers were an afterthought, which really shouldn't be the case in a movie series that has their name in the title.

The action is extremely underwhelming. The fight choreography is kind of okay, but everything feels way too floaty and weightless. There's no 'oomph' behind any of the punches, kicks or any physical attacks. Same goes for the gunfights. The characters might as well be firing with pea-shooters for all the damage any projectile does in this movie. Airazor's fire-breath is the closest thing a weapon comes in this movie to being actually threatening, because she's allowed to do actual damage that isn't shrugged off. If there's anything to be said for the original Bayverse movies, it's that the fights were phenomenal. You could actually feel the characters were heavy, you could tell they were getting hurt. Nothing about this film's fight-scenes feels tense or engaging. Just a bunch of robots shooting blue pellets at one another and doing flips in-between. That's it. Bumblebee (2018) only had like three major fight-scenes and it still managed to outdo this one in terms of solid action. The big battle scene in the climax tries to feel grand and high-stakes, but it doesn't work because you don't care for most of these characters. Though I will admit, Primal kill-stealing from Optimus and Optimus being indignant about it was funny. Maybe I would have cared more if we'd had more interactions like that between the characters.

Conclusion:

This movie was mid in every way. Some characters stood out, most didn't. The story was nothing to write home about, the acting is solid for the most part but the action doesn't deliver and you constantly feel like there could have been more if the movie handled its time better.

4.5/10, Bumblebee (2018) did it better.

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winxrus · 11 months

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Miraculous Awakening Movie - Review

WARNING

There are big spoilers in the text below and its author sucks at expressing her opinion which, guess what, absolutely no one asked for!!!

When this movie was announced, not only I struggled to welcome it as it was hard to understand how this would fit with the universe of the show, but also the character design was just odd. We adore the one from the series so why alter what is loved?

All this to say that I was never particularly hyped about the movie, but as a miraculer and a person who wanted to experience something that involved so many fans celebrating this show we all love, I just had to go.

I was square punched in the face by the visuals. This movie is a MUST to see on the big screen. Despite my hesitation towards the character design (which eventually grew on me), the musical numbers, particularly the romantic ones taking place in the sky brought me to tears. The colours, the low lights, the quality of the animation, the detail, the intensity of the characters (namely in the eyes)...*chef kiss* absolutely hit the spot.

Plot wise? I mean, it is literally if you wanted to compile the first 3 seasons of miraculous (no senti theories, lukanette, adrigami or,zoe though, more like season 1 plus Chat Blanc because we do get a WARNING SPOILER ALERT

"Chat Noir is Adrien, my son?" but with a Gabe completely out of character (based on his previous reactions to this in the series) and we get another reveal scenario which was very sweet but I felt like they could have played it differently ~SPOILER AHEAD~ I really loved Marinette putting his mask on and saying you can also call me ladybug but this doesn´t really prove she is who she claims to be right? I think she could have ended the one-sided reveal by using my favourite quote from the movie

Chat Noir "To everyone you´re the girl with the mask that saves the world, but to me, you are the girl who saved my heart" DUDE I sobbed (screaming internally because Marinette could have played with this quote as Chat Noir told this to her in private).

I sobbed with the romantic scenes in this film. Despite having to rush the romantic development between Adrinette and Ladynoir, it still felt very natural to my eyes which I was really happy with. Plus miraculous ladybug always knows how to play with my heartstrings regarding the love side of the story. It completely made me swoon (a big personal factor to have enjoyed it).

Nevertheless, the character development of Marinette, namely her overcoming her fears and believing in herself - exaclty what made me fall in love with her in the show and admire this charcter- instead of balancing out the romance, it became repetive and a bit exhausting. We are in the last 10 minutes of the film and Tikki is still preaching the same thing (don´t get me wrong, it is important to emphasise such message to the audience but I think they saturated it a bit).

Anywho, I think the fact that I went with no expectations for the film and accept whatever might come made me actually enjoy it more than I thought. A great part was also due to the atmosphere, which was so much fun. The audience was super vocal with their reactions, bringing a sense of community despite each of us being in our own little groups. We laughed (a lot, I completely forgot to highlight the humour of the movie *looks at careless whisper playing in the background everytime Adrien thinks of Ladybug*), screamed, cried and gasped together. So much fun.

I left the theatres quite elated but frustrated with the bloody teasing "almost kiss* scene at the very end. I actually believed I was gonna see Adrinette´s first kiss on the big screen but :)))))) JDNDJESINVIFESN. I also left incredibly confused because as I said, the movie doesn´t match whatsoever the series, and ended on a vague note - HEADSUP - After Gabriel is revealed to be Hawkmoth to both Chat Noir aka his son and Marinette/Ladybug, the dude just disappeared and we don´t get a reaction from Adrien?? It immediately skips to Adrinette (no complaints LOL) and then you hear Gabriel narrating a message to Nathalie to protect Adrien and never let him know that he hides Emelie´s body in the basement? The dad´s a bloody terrorist what difference doesa another crime make? Does this mean there will be a second movie? Will we forever live with God knows how many miraculous ladybug universes? "AMERICA EXPLAINNNN"

I have heard people who didn´t like it beacause it was purely fanfiction and didn´t make sense, I personally advise you to go with an open mind, chilled and with the intention to have a good time. I sure did! I will carry this experience with me forever <3 all this to say that my score may be also highly biased by that hahah. Byeee!

P.S - I did not comment on the music because I was a bit disappointed that the original French voices (warning the French dub is my favourite) were not the singing ones. They used Lou and Lenni-Kim which despite them being talented I didn´t feel like it suited them. So...I´m gonna wait for the English soundtrack to formulate an opinion. I liked the lyrics of the new song though (Last Dance soundtrack)

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Anne-Jeanne Theoxanne du Bocquale is a time traveling adopted daughter of Lukadrien Adrienette

This is the first of my crack theories I've decided to tackle, is very much a major crack theory.

I have no actual proof of anything, except that:

According to this now deleted interview that can be read via Internet Archive, Wilfried Pain tells a fan that there would be a new character from the future.

The Fandom Wiki seems to think this interview is discussing season 5, but after some back and forth with a mutual, we've come to the conclusion that it's actually discussing season 4, which just so happens to be the season that Anne-Jeanne is introduced.

I've seen multiple posts of people noticing that she has quite a bit more detail than you'd expect for a small side character. She doesn't look out of place at all next to our main girl Maribug, which you can't say for a lot of the designs of minor characters.

She was slotted to be a teacher to the kids in season 5, but apparently that was scrapped. Perhaps she'll be a teacher in the new school for season 6?

As for being Lukadrien's Adrienette's daughter...

The fandom wiki claims that the vision of a T-Rex Ladybug sees in the Burrow during Chat Blanc is foreshadowing of Anne-Jeanne's existence. I'm a bit skeptical on this, but Anne-Jeanne would have needed to somehow get DNA in order to bring the T-Rexes back to life, and in Time Tagger adult Bunnyx has a pet T-Rex named Denver.

Anne-Jeane is officially introduced in season 4's Hack-San, an episode that irrevocably fractures the LadyNoir partnership.

She shows up again in Rocketear, another episode that kicks LadyNoir while it's down. (After wrangling her T-Rexes, she says she's not really sure what to do with them, and wonders if it was really a good idea to bring them back to life... Kind of an ominous statement for a show where the deuteragonist is a boy born of magic, and whose creation caused the events of literally everything in the show.)

She has a short mention in Jubilation, where her T-Rex pigeon hybrids escape and go on a rampage. Nadja Chamack asks if she has gone too far with her science creations? Another ominous statement.

It's important to note, that Ladybug accidentally wears her friend's Alliance ring while capturing the hybrid dinosaurs, and thus, gets her friend who has been pretending to be Ladybug in hot water for possibly actually being Ladybug. It's interesting that Monarque doesn't even know Socqueline was impersonating a hero, he just sees her name in the Alliance alerts and goes after her. Of course Maribug thinks it's because she's been cosplaying being a hero and Monarque found out!

Anyway, I want to make a point that the dream sequence in Jubilation is very odd. It doesn't read to me as anything other than a child's idea of what love and marriage is. For one, both French citizens and foreigners need an entire forest of identification documentation, and they need to be married at a town hall in order to be legally binding. Only then can a religious ceremony take place. Obviously Ladybug and Chat Noir cannot do that, so they are only symbolically married at a church. The babies the couple are, for lack of better words, in possession of are inanimate dolls. There's a strange haze around the entirety of the dream sequence, just like the strange haze of the season 5 finale.

One of these days I'll do a line by line rundown of the Jubilation dream sequence, but that isn't the point I'm trying to make here. The point is this: the juxtaposition of Anne-Jeanne, the actual future daughter being the catalyst for whatever the hell Jubilation was, would be *chefs kiss* excellent storytelling.

FINALLY we have the final episode of season 5: Re-Creation. Anne-Jeanne makes a cameo in an interview where she gives an ominous message:

"We all remember the worldwide nightmare epidemic followed by the victory of Ladybug over Monarch...and how the swarm of magic ladybugs swarmed the planet to repair everything and free us. This even raised global awareness. We humans have accomplished incredible things throughout history. But still, we often fall victim to our emotions, because no one teaches us how to understand or deal with them... If we don't listen to what our fears, sadness or anger are trying to tell us—

Alya turns off the monitor, and the audience doesn't hear the lesson Anne-Jeanne is trying to convey. Gabemoth had taken advantage of negative emotions in order to akumatize his victims. Presumably, future Lilamoth will do the same.

The Paris special made it very clear that our universe Adrien is just distracting himself from his grief. Bottling up and ignoring doesn't do any good. He can avoid his hurt all he wants, but it's not getting to the core issue. He needs to address his emotions in order to heal.

More propaganda!

Anne-Jeanne's dress has moonflowers on it! Guess who loves flowers and has a lot of baggage concerning the moon! Yes, that's right, our boy Adrichat! Once again, Adrien being represented by the moon is a post for another day, BUT I DIGRESS.

Plagg is the reason the dinosaurs are extinct, and has a very particular grudge against T-Rexes in particular. Well, AnneJeanne brought the T-Rexes back to life!

More of a "Lukadrien's daughter headcanon", but I think Anne-Jeanne would be using a fake name if she's actually time traveling. I like the name Aurora because Luka's hero name Viperion is based off of Hyperion, the father of the dawn who was named Eos. Eos' Roman name is Aurora. Funnily enough, I checked the Luka Couffaine tag tonight and someone else thought his daughter would be named Aurora. I promise it was just a coincidence we both came up with this name! It also sticks to the Couffaine naming tradition of ending in "A", so it's still a pun on the French acouphène :D

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #miraculous ladybug season 6 #luka couffaine #anne-jeanne theoxanne du bocquale #miraculous ladybug theory #mlb theory #ml theory #meta #love square #ladynoir #adrinette #adrienette #lukadrien

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vestaclinicpod · 8 months

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Audio Drama Sunday - 17th September ✨

Happy #AudioDramaSunday! Here are the wonderful shows I’ve listened to this week. You should listen to them as well!!

SPOILERS!

🌲@hellofromthehallowoods (133) Honestly not even joking when I say that I’m more upset having to listen to Polly and Yaretzi divorce than I was my own parents’ divorce. The too-little-too-late realisation being thwarted by Lucy’s arrival is GUT-WRENCHING. PLEASE, just let them be okay. Oh, and it was so good to hear from Moth again, I’m so glad that moth is going to try to escape, even if it is so bittersweet that people are getting left behind.

🦀 @thesiltverses (32) I have to take a moment to say how much I bloody ADORE the use of music in season three so far. The sound design is already *chef’s kiss*, but the addition of the music and the panning is somehow playful and sophisticated and just generally masterful. That ending!! Hooo boy, this is SO fun in a stressful, kind of perverse way. I just love this show so much!! I really hope Carpenter gets a chance to share with Paige (who it was a delight to hear again!) about what happened with the Trawlerman saving her. These gods do be picking favourites, though it seems like Paige’s is less than impressed with everyone…

📻 @monstrousagonies no-one does bloopers like Hero!! They clearly have SO MUCH FUN recording and you can feel the joy diffusing into each episode. It’s so delightful! 🥺

🤴Had the pleasure of starting season 2 of InCo (@itmeblog) this week! There is so much delicious backstory to uncover about why Nova is the way she is and why it’s everyone else’s problem. I love that the eps are so short because I think it actually creates the opportunity for more world-building not less as there’s a focus on the present and not the story’s overall arc. I really like it!!

🧛‍♂️ @re-dracula oh my god. The re-dracula cast are so incredible. I keep saying it, but they are bringing this book to LIFE. It’s so much more intense, emotional and engaging like this. We all know that Beth Eyre is is incredible but GOD Beth Eyre is INCREDIBLE.

🧬 Regina Prime (8) This episode had me gasping out loud! HOW MANY?! Omega and Epsilon have such an entertaining dynamic and I love the exploration of the wider ethical concerns of what Regina has done.

🥾@doyoucopypod (9) The dead zone moves?! I did wonder what could be so urgent that Alex would interrupt Reese’s explanation of their experience in the dead zone. Eeeeek, I hope Alex gets out of there in time!!

🐬 @patterspod P Files #3. Seems like Ryan is wearing ill-fitting footwear in his mind palace. You need to put those crocs in sports mode to get anything out of there, dude.

⛪️ I finally started listening to KILL FM and loved the first few stories! That one with the cat food though . . . MAN. It was so disturbing, and I was listening so close to bed that I had to pause haha. Maybe I’ll take a morning walk to listen to the rest this week!

Wishing everyone a great rest of their weekend and a fantastic week ahead!! 🥰

#audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #audio drama #hfth spoilers #tsv spoilers #monstrous agonies #inco #re dracula #regina prime #finding pattersby #kill fm

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theladyjssem · 10 months

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Tagged by: @greenskellyblob

Last song: Pop! Cherri's Assault by Paranoid DJ

I have a full playlist of songs I use for both bopping along to when I'm out and about, or doing something be it art, gaming, or what have you. Cherri's Assault is just one of those songs that has the right energy, starting slow and building up to being the exact level of bouncy I enjoy. Paranoid DJ is just one of a host of brilliant artists I absolutely adore for their fan musics and original works too.

Currently watching: Just finished both Nimona and the latest season of Dragon Prince. Stars above I loved Nimona, so so SO much! The memes out there, (especially one I shared from @wishingstarinajar ) are so right, Baltizar's sad kitty face throughout is everything. PLEASE go watch the movie the animation, the voice acting, everything was so GOOD. Dragon Prince is still a lovely story and it feels like they've finally dealt with the janky animation, it didn't look nearly as jittery as is used to, still a little quick but not jittery. Dragon designs are still top teir and the humour is brilliant.

Oh and I also have been binge watching Aavak and Lady Shelab's playthroughs of 7 days to Die, I admit it, I'm a huge schadenfreude fan. I love watching Markiplier or Wanderbot in scary situations (Wander's little laughing "Aaah!" as he runs away from spiders in Grounded, looking back at the spiders then run away again laughing and saying "Guys, help!" always gets a giggle). But Aavak and Shelab are so enjoyable and calming, I've watched some of Aavak's playthroughs for very chill building games to fall asleep to a few times. Shelab gets a little upset from time to time when things go wrong but Aavak is so gentle and patient when he reassures her its lovely to hear, espeically as a Youtuber couple who both do their own things as well as game together.

Currently reading: At the moment I'm re-reading The Adventure Zone graphic novel series. I just finished the Enchanted Forest Chronicles (for the millionth time), and wanted more humor and shenanigans. I loved the Balance arc, it was so good for their first dnd campaign and while the others have been good, they haven't hit the mark for me like Balance did. I have ALL of the graphic novels that are out, even preordered the latest one, the artist who does the series art is brilliant, and I love the little nods to the silliest things from the show, while making it a proper BOOK so the ooc conversations get translated into ic convos that make perfect sense, but also how the artist has made certain to tie in the overarching story into EVERY book! If you haven't listened to the series, you are in for a LOVELY surprise. Gah! I can't wait for the other books! They are going to be so good, and I am going to cry when they're done. Oh and Kravitz.... I love Kravitz... that character design *chef's kiss*

Right... now who to tag, (and please don't feel obligated!)

@anonbea , @hydaen , @silverryu25 , @xsuicunex2 , @epic-and-kitty , @dreemurr-skelememer , @renmarrr , @owlygem , @ronkoza

#ladyjssem speaks #hope these links work #or I shall be annoyed!

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blysse-and-blunder · 1 year

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in lieu of a commonplace book

10pm sunday, jan 29, 2023

your gentle blogger has entered her next decade of life, thank you to @dying-suffering-french-stalkers and @redstar-winterorbit for the good birthday wishes last week!

reading not a ton if i'm honest, i've been deluged with gift books and library loans while at the same time crashing back into the semester, and the overall effect has been, uh, to freeze my recreational reading a bit. stuck trying to finish things like my audiobook of through the whispering door and ebook of maybe you should talk to somebody (have i talked about this one? it's a memoir of a therapist and reading it is like reading an episode of the gossip podcast, but i can also tell it's giving me occasional useful ideas and perspective on things to think about or ask for in therapy. but i can only take so much of it at once). the gift book i'm most into right now it lindsey ellis' axiom's end, which is a first-contact, aliens are real and the government has been hiding them scifi-- it's quick and readable, lindsey does a great job for a first novel, and i'm loving the alternate-history flavor of it being set in the Bush era and the southern california details i actually appreciate now. also the way the aliens are described, i love the design of them. beautiful and terrifying. but i haven't made progress in a few days.

through the whispering door is perplexing me right now, in that the gentle romance has developed pleasingly (predictably), but there's been a lot of talk about the main character 'having changed' and 'not being the same as he was when he arrived' and i can't actually. point to why or where that happened. this is part of the problem with me and audiobooks, i think, because i don't care enough to go back and re-listen to the parts where i tuned out.... there's been a new heightening of the stakes now that there's a time-limit, and i always like the flavor of an eldritch stag character.

EDIT: finished the monster baru cormorant, still recovering, immediately checked the third one out of the library though the psychic damage this series does to me without warning (dear seth: i'm taking away the word 'clotted' from your lexicon for a bit. also ‘lobotomy’.) is hard to rectify with how smart and good some of the new narrative details are. the introduction of ‘trim’ and its associated reliance on / trust in other people, to a story where the main character's stated weakness is thinking about things from others' perspectives? or anticipating others' reactions? chef's kiss. and the navy full of rugged, determined, salt-weathered women is just very good to me, personally. aminata my incredibly violent beloved. the end of this book was- devastating. not in the same way as the last one: this time i have the kind of fascinated-horrified-sickened-fixated feeling that i get about horror stuff sometimes, and i’d say body horror is what i expect from book three.

watching i got unlucky with weather-based flight cancellations last week, and spending a night in a random detroit hotel room created a great opportunity to check out my university's criterion collection access. for some reason i decided that this was the right moment to experience wong kar wai's in the mood for love (2000), which i have since finished in slightly calmer circumstances. despite knowing that tony leung and maggie cheung were both active in the 90s i somehow totally thought that this movie was like. actually a historic film and not a period piece? probably because of how much the visuals / how it’s shot and colored / the overall design feels so classic, feels like old school film in the best possible way. having now read the wikipedia page for this film i can tell i missed a lot of the actual plot, or rather, thought that there was more experimental / nonlinear story-telling going on than there might actually have been-- but that’s okay, it just means i’ll have to watch it again.

listening i don’t remember when this song first popped up in my spot ify, possibly on a discover weekly playlist a while ago? but it landed for me last week, somehow brand new and meaningful as i was contemplating the musical direction of my next playlist. listening to it with better headphones revealed lots of nice layers, depth and harmony, i like that bass throb under the chorus, it’s produced well and rewards paying attention to the extra stuff-- the contrary motion of the background vocal line in the opening to the chorus is nice.

something something i will get up regardless. currently repeating to myself, all you gotta do now is walk.

playing had the pleasure of hanging out with my Dnd friends on my birthday last week and playing a whole new style of game with them! Y introduced us to gloom, which is very Edward Gorey-core and therefore was delightful, and got our game-design nerds all excited about the cards themselves, and then K skunked us all at anomia. the adrenaline in this one is addictive? it is somehow so fun and yet so infuriating, and I have yet to regret suggesting it to a group or party.

making cleaned my room finally (somewhat) and have a stack of mail to send and cards to answer, now with the help of the beautiful fountain pen my roommates gave me for my birthday! It’s one of these, and while I can try to promise not to become a fountain pen nerd, time will tell…

working on this award letter for a prof is somehow the hardest thing to just fucking finish. I think because I want it to be better than just okay, and am worried that it’ll counteract its own message if it’s not? But also—I have palaeography homework now! and the abstract of a talk to finish, and that talk + associated chapter to outline! not to mention finishing reading and commenting on a friend’s chapters! taking it slow last week was nice and probably needed, but fuck.

#in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #weekly roundup

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