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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Say it Back

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: you stay playing with your man's feelings lmaooo

Synopsis: You play a prank on Jack that involves you not saying 'I love you' back to him

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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You had been watching Tik Tok for the past few days and came across the prank in which you don't tell your partner that you love them back when they tell you that they love you before they leave.

You decided that you wanted to do it to Jack and have Urban set up his camera to record it.

You knew that Jack had a lot going on this week and that he would be leaving out soon in the hopes of getting everything done.

It was around 10 in the morning when Jack had finished getting dressed and was about to leave.

He leaned down to kiss you since you were still laying on the bed before you heard the famous three words.

"I love you."

It was showtime.

"Mm hmm. See you when you get back."

Jack then did a double take not hearing you say it back to him.

"Mamas?"

"Yes boo bear?"

"I said that I love you."

"I know, I heard you."

"Uhh am I missing something?" Jack asked before sitting back down next to you.

"Missing what?" You answered as you played on your phone which was quickly taken away from you by Jack.

"You didn't say it back. Did I do something?"

"No."

"Are we… oh shit are we getting divorced?!"

"What!?! Jack, no. Definitely not."

"Do you not love me anymore!?! YOU ALWAYS SAY IT BACK!"

"Why are you being so dramatic?"

"Because we literally never leave each other for an extended period of time without saying it!"

"You know I do, so why do I have to say it?"

"I'm not leaving until you do."

"Babe, you're going to be late."

"Not if you say it right now."

"Say what?"

"Come onnnnnn mamas! Say you love me backkkk." Jack was now laying on top of you in an attempt to get you to comply. All you did was play in his curls before deciding to answer him.

"I guess I'm fond of you."

"Fond of me? What the hell is that? We have never gone a day without saying it to each other in nine years!" Jack was now sporting his famous pout as you simply looked at him.

"Damn, we've been together for a while huh?"

"Stop changing the subject!" Jack had now held onto you tighter and had his chin resting on your boobs.

"I really like your outfit today. You look good, gimme kisses."

"I'm not giving you shit until you say it back."

"Are you really acting out like this on a bright Thursday morning?"

"Y/N Y/M/N Harlow….."

"Uh oh. Full name basis?" You asked while trying not to laugh.

"I guess I'll just take your Birkin back that I got for you." Jack said while shrugging and your eyes went wide.

"You will do NO SUCH THING. WHERE IS IT!?"

"It doesn't matter. Your short ass can't reach it and you didn't say you love me so you won't be getting it."

"Why are you so stuck on this?"

"BABY! We can go back and forth all damn day. I'm not leaving until you say it."

"Neelam is going to kill you."

"Shit she'll get over it. I'm over here trying to save my marriage."

You busted out laughing and shook your head in disbelief.

"I'm a rapper, not a comedian and ain't shit funny right now."

"Pookie?"

"Don't call me that unless you mean it. I gotta call a lawyer now and shit. You want half of everything, right?"

"Look towards the tall dresser."

"For what!? Is the dresser going to say that they love me?"

"No silly. Say hi to the camera. I pranked you."

Jack slowly turned his head and saw the camera for him to roll his eyes before looking back at you.

"I love you, Pookie."

"I'm calling my lawyer."

y/ninsta: I love you Pookie 😘🥰

jackharlow: y/ninsta kiss my ass 🙄

saweetie: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU JACK?!

urbanwyatt: saweetie he’s mad because y/ninsta played a prank on him lmaooo

theestallion: urbanwyatt what prank was this?

urbanwyatt: theestallion she didn’t say i love you back to him and my mans was in SHAMBLES for the rest of the day even after she did tell him

druski2funny: jackharlow lmaooo she had you shook huh?

y/ninsta: druski2funny so shook that he was ready to call a divorce lawyer because he was convinced that I didn’t love him anymore 😭

jackharlow: I’m glad yall find this shit funny because I DON’T 😡

y/ninsta: jackharlow come here you big baby and let me kiss you 🥰

jackharlow: y/ninsta NO

dualipa: damn I’d never thought I’d see the day where jackharlow turns down kisses from y/ninsta.... well y/ninsta my lips are available

jackharlow: dualipa I have no hesitations to shoot your lips off with a bb gun. don’t test me

normani: NOT THE BB GUN 😭😭😭😭

dualipa: such a hater like always

claybornharlow: y/ninsta so when can I move in?

jackharlow: claybornharlow move in where?!?

claybornharlow: jackharlow so we’re not proceeding with the divorce? I thought my time has come with y/ninsta

jackharlow: claybornharlow your time to WHAT?!

y/ninsta: claybornharlow he real sensitive right now. we’ll revisit the topic at a later date

jackharlow: y/ninsta REVISIT WHAT TOPIC?!

claybornharlow: jackharlow nothing. never mind. forget I said anything.

jackharlow: claybornharlow nah say it with your chest

claybornharlow: jackharlow I should have been the one to put a ring on y/n’s finger since I am her favorite Harlow child. Kbye!

jackharlow: claybornharlow I will throw you off a cliff right after I deal with dualipa

dualipa: jackharlow now why am I in it?

jackharlow: dualipa don’t play dumb 🙄

jackharlow: y/ninsta....

y/ninsta: jackharlow I love you bae! 🥰

jackharlow: y/ninsta if you love me so much, I need my dick wet

urbanwyatt: here yall nasty asses go

saweetie: jackharlow when does it not need to be wet? I mean I’m curious at this point

jackharlow: saweetie when it comes to my wife? always

y/ninsta: jackharlow oops sorry, no can do!

jackharlow: y/ninsta WHAT?! After all you put me through today?!

y/ninsta: jackharlow I’m on my period 🙄

jackharlow: y/ninsta what the hell does that have to do with your mouth? And you act like that means something to me?

jackandy/naremyparents: well shit lmaooooo

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#jack harlow #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow instagram au

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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With your language AU, I remember watching a video about a guy speaking angrily nonesense in an Indian accent and people thinking he was very angry. Imagine this as the Creator speaks angry gibberish to people and they just assume that the Creator is cursing them or something. (Or like when they speak gibberish to babies and everyone's like, "Aw the Creator is teaching that baby their divine language")

*AUDIENCE DRAMATICALLY GASPS.

✨️I look pretty good for a dead bitch✨️

She's alivveee!!!

Whats up i almost passed away from sheer academic workload, but im not in the ground yet 🥰 And with drafts outta my ass! :D

Hope yall ready for ur regularly scheduled Bullshit Genshin Sagau <3

SANDBEES THATS SUCH A GOOD USERNAME & ALSO SORRY I ANSWERED THIS SO FUCKING LATE JESUSSSSS 💀💀💀

SORRY ABT THE POLL I CANT BELIEVE I COULDNT FIGURE OUT HOW TO DELETE IT IM FUCKING CRYING I WOULD DO THIS-

Well at least i can do polls thru this in the future?? Idk tumblr is ass so we'll see how this accidental test works out...

☆

So these were the first thngs i thought of and its not super long bc ASKERS R GENIUSES OKAY

SOMTIMES I JUST WANNA PROFUSELY THANK U GUYS AS A REPLY FOR SHARING WITH THE CLASS THRU MY BLOG 💖💘💫

Saw the gif and couldnt help but think this is how ppl like Alhaitham or Diluc would react to u "speaking ur langauge"

"Our langauage" aka being a SIM 💀

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Stop Albedo would ask you to teach him ur lang/grammar rules 😭

What u gonna do when Zhongli asks you to teach him some words-

OH NO

NO DONT PASS ON YOUR BULLSHIT LMAO

U GIVING ZHONGLI SOME STUPID SIM WORD LIKE

Your ass: "GIGGLABAH means beautiful :) "✨️

Zhongli: "Oh thank you, how different from our own version, so excited sounding..."

You walk by him strolling the harbor and he just smiles at you and says

"You look gigglabah today my liege."

HIS REGAL FACE AND FANCY WALK WITH HIS HAND BEHIND HIS BACK AND EVERYTHING

(honestly ppl paint him as oblivious but he kinda seemed like the type of bastard who seems like he's not aware but sometimes he secretly knows the truth, he's just getting too much amusement out of it to stop doing it, LOL he does shit like the above to see YOUR reaction- LMAO)

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You're a maniac pls tell me u dont pass on simlish to all the serious characters-

XIAO WOULD SECRETLY THINK IT SOUNDS GOOFY BUT WANT TO BE INVOLVED BC ITS YOU ANYWAY LMAO

SO HE'S JUST SLIGHTLY SQUIRMING AND GETTIN PINK EVERYTIME HE SAYS A STUPID SIM WORD BC HE FEELS LIKE A GOOF HAHA

(& he's not the only one, others too like Kaveh, YELAN, Ningguang, Nahida, DILUC, AYAKA LMAO-)

◇

Some ppl i could see taking ur gibberish bullshittery and whether they believe its real or not is irrelevant bc theyre using it anyway-

And i dont mean in a good way 😭

LIKE IM THINKING OF VENTI.

CRAZY BARD INCLUDING SIMLISH ASS GIBBERISH WORDS IN HIS SONGS BC OF YOU

"Be cheerful like the hugkukie,

and may your cup never leaky!"

And Diluc loves you.

Really he does, deeper than he thinks-

But his eye is twitching LMAOO

◇

(Ok but if you did like multiple of these language shenanigans thruout the asks ive gotten, Kaeya would literally grow so fond of you and associate you with goofy funny shit that makes him laugh so hard that everytime he sees you he automatically is beaming with a smile, or trying to supress a warm grin- this got away from me but its 1:44am for me rn so i would love a smiley Kaeya rn -)

♡

Speaking language bs I have my 2nd oral exam for spanish tomorrow, pls send whatever good vibes u got and i am also really open to prayers from any religion as well. sobs

Hope anyone got any enjoyment out of my response bc tbh the ask is what rlly matters to me atp lmao

Until the next shenanigan-

Safe travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds mwah ♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

#hope u guys like those follower event posts when they here 😖🙏#so u would think the opposite but no-#those headcanons r gonna be so much more lore than u probably wanted #and the oneshot the opposite 💀#more absolute baffoonery than u ever wanted from me #genshin impact #genshin sagau #my asks #sagau #genshin imagines #genshin isekai #genshin sagau language barrier au #genshin sagau language au #should i attempt to make these tags #does it even matter or is it a fruitless endeavor #the language brainrot is endless #yall have lost brain cells reading my writing i stg #genshin sagau ideas #gender neutral reader

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athenagranted · 8 months

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sentences sunday

thank you for tagging me @jeeyuns and @wildlife4life 🥰

more from madney wedding fic, which i really hope will be *fingers crossed* posted by the end of next week 🫶

Eddie politely averts his eyes as Buck discreetly tries to brush away the tears that are forming. “I’m sorry,” he says, letting out a weak laugh. “I really am happy for them, you know?” he gestures to where Maddie and Chimney are jumping up and down with Jee in the middle of the dance floor. Chimney holds Jee up high and twirls her and Maddie around, and Maddie’s face is radiant in the glow of the fairy lights around them. “She looks so happy. She deserves to be that happy after everything she’s been through. Both of them do. I just wish…” Buck cuts himself off, looking embarrassed. “That you could have that too?” Eddie knows. He sees it in the way Buck looks for love in every place he goes — the way Buck’s eyes light up and his smile turns fond at the sight of a teenage couple holding hands over the table at a coffee shop, the way he waves at every single baby he sees, often pulling silly faces to get them to giggle when he passes them, and the way his eyes linger on every older, greying couple they pass while grocery shopping. He sees it in the way Buck reassures every anxious, worried partner of the victims they meet on calls.

tagging @housewifebuck @diazblunt @shitouttabuck @captain-hen @loserdiaz and anyone else who wants to do it :)

#tag games #buddie #911 #rae writes #rae.txt #fic: how forever feels

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heartshapedbubble · 10 months

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Hi love. Hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you would be ok with some general Frederick and/or Helena headcanons for the birthday requests. Hope you have a nice day and thank you for your content 🥰💕💕

hello and i am, thank you sm! 💓💓 you've just requested both of my faves (for the first time too on here too) so who am i to deny🤲

helena adams and frederick kreiburg general/random hcs👁🎼

helena adams👁

first of all, i hc her as american (not CAWWWW MURICA🦅💥🦅💥🦅💥 (well now that i think about it...) american, but rather mid-atlantic accent american. yeah. the early 20th century american) and obviously quite short, standing around 158cm (~5'2") and being of a bit chubbier, pear shaped build

i'd say that she's a pretty picky eater honestly. she really likes eating sweet foods and is used to the food that's generally on her repertoire at home, so eating out makes her feel a bit anxious since it's a whole different way of preparing food (and whole different dishes/meals, after all) and she's worried that it might have the wrong texture and that it's not going to taste as well as it does at home. she'll always give it a try before judging it though!

it's been made quite obvious in the previous hc but helena loves routine and needs it to function. she only feels completely calm once all the furniture in the house is at the same place it usually is and when her duties/tasks are organized throughout the day. although the manor forced her to adjust to an unpredictable lifestyle, she kept on doing some of the "rituals" she did at home to feel more at ease

definetly has gotten education in the music field! poetry and music go hand in hand, so i'm sure she at least had singing lessons or listened to a lot of classical music growing up. she is very knowledgeable on the topic and can quickly analyze any given composition

prone to meltdowns when she's very, very upset. she bottles it up 99% of the time and hides it well, but sometimes she just snaps and it results in a very self-destructive meltdown. she's a calm person in reality, so if you've managed to anger her you seriously had to fuck up BIG time

she dislikes getting any pity because of her disability, she knows that once her teacher and her father pass away she'll have to be able to stand up and fight for herself. and hell, she has been living like this since infancy, she's prepared for a lot of situations! might occassionally accept some gentlemanly aid, but anything else is a no, thank you. despite her short stature she is incredibly stubborn and strong willed, never giving up even when it seems the most reasonable option

frederick kreiburg🎼

slim and of proper posture, frederick stands at 175cm (~5'9") tall and is of austrian descent

very paranoid about cleanliness and keeping everything tidy, refusing to take off his gloves unless necessary

he likes piercings very much! has a double helix piercing on one ear, an industrial on the other and snake bites, he's not sure why he's so fond of them but it's probably because they're (usually) not very flashy, easy to remove and safe (as long as the piercer is experienced)

very thick body hair/hair in general and has a greek nose!

not incredibly talkative, and when he does talk he often drifts away mid conversation and gets easily disturbed by the background noises or chatter - has a very light lisp and sometimes struggles with pronouncing english words as it's his second language and he was forced to learn it during his homeschooling program, fred's kind of insecure about it so it's one of the reasons he doesn't talk a lot

uses a cane to support himself as he limps, the reason behind it is that some other health problems of his built up over time and resulted in him struggling to walk and becoming exhausted quickly - being frail and sickly all of his life took a serious toll on him and his mental health, constantly making him paranoid about becoming seriously ill and even resulting in a lot of early gray hairs

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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Hii, if you're still taking request I wanted to ask if you could write a Gareth fic where he sees the jocks annoying you and steps in (I feel like I'm feeding the 'damsel in distress' stereotype but it's Gareth🥰💞). If you won't or can't write this thank you anyway<33

I also wanted to say I love your work and writing!

my hero.

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 703

warnings: swearing, jason and his goons being assholes, jason carver in general, brief mentions of anxious!reader, fluff

a/n: hi my sweet!! thank you for your request!! this is a really precious concept. i hope it’s to your liking!! i just kind of went for it and this is the result. and thank you for saying that you like my work. it really does mean the world hearing that and i am sending you an enormous hug. enjoy! <333

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You didn’t need to be saved. You were completely capable of defending yourself—you did it all the time—and you knew that.

But the relief you felt at Gareth’s appearance was palpable.

You were having a shitty day. One of those where everything hurt your feelings, every little thing went wrong.

You’d slept through your alarms and woken up twenty minutes before you needed to leave. Gotten toothpaste on your shirt and had to change it.

Then you’d gotten stuck in traffic because of a wreck and made it into class right as the bell rang, out of breath and a little sweaty despite the freezing temperatures.

You’d been handed back your essay in class and not done nearly as well as you hoped, despite having worked your ass off on it.

Your lunch had been rushed and tasted like shit because you had an anxious stomach ache.

But it all met a peak when you were getting books out of your locker in between classes.

“You look like hell. Do you ever sleep?” Jason Carver’s voice rang out like a shotgun from where he stood next to you. You had the unlucky advantage of his locker being a few down from yours.

You were too frazzled to even answer him. “What, you mute or somethin’ now too?” That was Andy.

You shifted your math textbook. “How’s your mom Andy? She looked like shit when I left her last night.”

Jason moved in, slamming your locker door shut. Good thing you were finished with it.

“You really shouldn’t say things like that. It’s not polite.”

“Fuck off, Jason. Just because you can’t get Chrissy off doesn’t mean you have to take that frustration out on me.”

He blushed a dark shade of red, borderline purple, his brows pushing together angrily. “You’re such a bitch. You know what—”

“What, Carver? What are you gonna do, huh?” Gareth took your books out of your hands, moving behind you to put them in your backpack for you.

Jason crossed his arms, letterman jacket crinkling as he did so. “Just making conversation. What do you want freak?”

Gareth laughed. “Original. So, what’re we chatting about this afternoon?” He crossed his arms, mimicking Jason’s pose and pouting at his fussy expression.

You looked up at him for the first time since he’d appeared. He looked like he always did. Gorgeous. Brown hair fluffy and moving with each turn of his head, shoulders enveloped in a black corduroy jacket. He looked warm.

The ache in your chest that had surfaced when Jason and his goons started bugging you vanished. Gareth was good at that.

“How your friend here is a bitch and could learn a lesson in respecting their higher-ups.”

A shadow crossed Gareth’s face. Asshole, he thought, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, Carver?”

“Yeah?” The blonde looked confused.

“Suck my dick.”

You coughed out a laugh, making Gareth smile and rub his hand over the top of your back before pulling you away.

Clearly, even the idea of that was bothering Jason. He spun around at your retreat. “What the hell is wrong with you? Creep!”

Gareth turned around, grabbing hold of your hand. “Aw, you know you want to. I bet it’d help release some of that tension. Bet Andy’d help you out if you’re not so fond of me!”

Jason flushed that cruel pink again, and Gareth tugged you off in the direction of your next class, which you shared.

He stopped you in the hallway, checking his watch to make sure you had a few minutes. “You okay?” He asked, blue eyes boring into yours.

“Yeah. Thank you, Gareth the Great. My hero.” He shook his head at you in disapproval, but it was hard to take him seriously with that cheesy ass grin on his face.

“You’re such a shit.” He leaned in and kissed the top of your head, lips warm and curls brushing your skin, just as the bell rang.

He made sure to wave at Jason in the parking lot after school, which only caused a more violent blush than before and a slam of a car door. Gareth, however, laughed in triumph and practically jumped he was so giddy.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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gingerbreadmonsters · 1 year

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blood sugar, baby!

or: out of the frying pan...

gn!reader, warnings for imperium grimdarkness, confidently unsettling and i love it. at last, the man of the hour arrives!! i’ve said it once, and i’ll say it again: this fic could NEVER have been possible without the combined brainpower (and capacity for keysmashes) of the gang over on discord, and for them i am forever grateful - @zozo-01, @daveyistheloml, @autisticempathydaemon, @haradasaya, @milophiliac, and of course my beloved @sri-rachaa, vampire enthusiast in residence, to whom we owe the ENORMOUS debt of creating the southern siblings AU which this fic takes place in 💕💕💕 i love you all immensely, and i hope this was worth the wait!! 🥰🥰 takes place after the cataclysm finale ‘All Cruel Things’, so beware spoilers for that. william developing terrible coping mechanisms in 4800 words or less.

a handful of warnings: kidnapping, manipulation, implied stockholm syndrome, lovely is restrained and unable to move (and not in a sexy way), non-consensual trancing, grief and bereavement, extended discussion of blood, light gore, murder, and dead bodies.

i strongly encourage you to mind the warnings, and to stop reading at ANY point if you feel uncomfortable. reader discretion is heavily advised. minors dni. please consider yourself warned.

“Time to wake up, little one.”

It hurts.

If you could find the energy to move, you would. Is that someone talking? The voice isn’t entirely unfamiliar. Your eyes don’t want to open.

“Come on, there you go,” Gloved fingers gently run across your jaw, soft leather smooth against your skin, and an involuntary shudder slices down your back. “Wake up for me, darling, that’s it.”

You’ve heard this voice before. But where? And why can’t you- why can’t you move your- why are your hands-?

"Ah - hold on, darling, don't sit up just yet."

God, your head is spinning. What happened? You were on your way to… wait, what were you trying to do? The fighting, the video, the- the video! You were going to see Sam, that's it, he'd sent those vampires to come and find you, you'd been on your way when-

"We wouldn't want to test those bindings too soon, would we?"

-when it had happened.

It had all been so fast. You're not really sure exactly what had happened - just that sound, rippling through your body, and the world falling away. You can’t run from that sound. You hadn’t wanted to. The sudden rush of displaced air that you know means something coming and fast - for just a single, wonderful second, you’d almost been able to believe it was him. Impossibly fast footsteps coming down the basement steps, echoing through your brain, the promise of warmth and teeth and water. Your mind, full of the world you know best, until all of a sudden your blood turned to ice and the empty earth fell away.

Down, down, down. Yes, that’s it. That was just falling. This is hitting the ground.

“I do apologise for the… circumstances of our meeting. I’d hoped it would all be a bit more civilised, but you know what they say about best laid plans.” Blearily, you squint up at the figure next to you - it feels like you’re lying on a bed, neat lines of rope holding you flat and helpless, and the mattress dips where they’re sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. “Thank goodness I found you in time, hmm?”

Who is this? Everything’s still a little blurry, but you can just about make out the vague lines of the face, the hair, the clothes - although none of it rings a bell. Sounds like a man’s voice, softly accented, but from where? The shape of the vowels, letters sticking and sliding where you don’t expect them… There’s something off about the things he’s saying, too. The cadence of it all is slightly old-fashioned, formal but strangely fond. It doesn’t make sense. Who do you know who speaks like that?

"In any case, do allow me to introduce myself to you.” The man leans down to politely kiss your hand where it’s tied above your head, ever so lightly, and all at once you remember where you’ve heard this voice before. Of course. His face comes into focus, and you understand. He sounds different when you’re not eavesdropping on his phone calls.

“My name is William Solaire, darling. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

Sharp teeth in the freezing water. You’re never going to get away, are you?

It’s a question you already know the answer to, but it doesn’t change the fact that both of you feel it when your heart rate starts to climb - he inclines his head slightly in acknowledgment, but thankfully he has the good grace not to mention it. It’s always a bit embarrassing when they point it out. What can you say? It’s not like it’s really your fault. Of all the things you can’t control, your heart has never been the issue.

(...Well. Actually, the jury’s still out on that one.)

“Breathe, little sweetheart,” His smile is soft and easy, deep red eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. Belatedly, you realise that you probably shouldn’t have looked him in the eye. Although, does it really matter? It didn’t help the first time. You wouldn’t be able to do anything either way. “There you go, that’s better. How are you feeling? Not too overwhelmed, I hope.”

If only. It takes you a minute to clear your throat, but you shake your head at the offered glass of water, watching as he places it gently back onto the nightstand by your head. Like hell you’re drinking anything he gives you.

“Where is this?”

He laughs, and it stings a little. “The bedroom, darling. I would have thought that was obvious.”

“No, but-” you press, a little more forcefully this time. “But where? Where are we?”

“Hmm. You must be confused.” Why won’t he tell you where you are? He looks over to the clock on the mantelpiece behind him, and makes as if to get up. “Perhaps I should leave you to rest a little m-”

“No!” Both of you are surprised by how quickly you refuse, but you know that if he leaves, there’s no telling when - if ever - he’ll come back for you. Call it personal experience. And perhaps it’s coming on a bit strongly, but you’re never letting it happen again. Does this one have a murderous other half too?

“I, uh- I’d rather stay awake for a bit.”

William raises an eyebrow at that, but doesn’t push it. “Fair enough, little one. I’m more than happy to keep you company.”

He turns away for a moment, slipping his gloves off and placing them in the box on top of the chest of drawers by the window, and you might as well take the opportunity to look at him properly. He doesn’t look anything like him - although, thinking about it, you probably shouldn’t have expected him to. His hair is much longer, for a start, falling loosely over one shoulder, and the colour is a little lighter too. Physically, he must have been older when he was turned, right? He looks to be in his late twenties, maybe mid-thirties at most. Or maybe that’s just the way he carries himself? You’re not sure. William is all angles, where his face was curves. Ruby studs, long eyelashes, silk and wool and brocade. The sort of gentleman that belonged to times gone by.

Beautiful, so very beautiful, but not quite in the same way. Still, something about the set of his mouth, the arch of his brow - he tilts his head as he catches you staring, and for a split second you’re reminded of him. Maybe this is where Vincent got it from?

Idly, one elegant finger skims back and forth along the line of rope that keeps your middle down against the mattress. “I suppose we ought to address the elephant in the room, while we’re here.”

Here it comes. What’s he going to want? They always want something. “I can g-”

"You were Vincent's, weren't you?”

Laughter. The name burns through your blood, a lit match dropped in petrol, and the words don’t come. Vincent. Locks turning and hands grasping and it’s so, so cold. Hours and hours in his arms, and even more spent wishing that you were. Spinning, drifting, light as air as he anchors you down, your helium head floating as his lips leave your neck. The world outside sounds better in his voice. Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. Honey, I’m home. Footsteps down the basement stairs. How long until it’s dinnertime?

“It’s alright, little one.” Oh. You should probably have actually said something. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, which is nice. “You don't need to say anything. I can tell.”

Of course he can. You’ve never really thought of yourself as an open book, but maybe you ought to reconsider. These vampiric sorts seem to have a thing for knowing you a little too well.

Silence, for a little while. You take the chance to look a little more closely at the room around you - it looks old, like the set of some kind of period drama, all rich and dark and plush. An elaborately-carved armoire, tasteful paintings in ornate frames, a dark inkwell over on the writing desk. How unusual. You didn’t realise anyone still wrote with those any more.

“You were with him for quite a while, weren’t you? One of the longest, I believe.”

The curtains are drawn so you can’t see outside, thick and heavy to keep the sunlight at bay, but that’s not really a surprise. Is it even daytime at all? The mantel clock ticks away, and you shift a little bit under your bindings. They’re not tight tight, but they’re kind of uncomfortable without something to distract you.

“Forgive me, but I feel I ought to ask.”

Distraction, however, doesn’t take long to arrive. A heavy breath and a heavier question, spoken into the still air like a death sentence, and there’s something strange about the executioner’s voice.

"Did you love him, little one?"

You're not sure you know the answer. Love was something different in the basement.

"I’ll tell you the truth, darling. I couldn't tell you exactly how he felt about you. The bond doesn't work like that - I could feel a little of his emotions, the strong ones, but not all the time.”

The strong ones. Makes sense. It always was about strength, with him. Tested and tied up and taken apart until it all made sense again, the power in blood and the blood that bestows power. A warm meal, or a bedwarmer, or sometimes both at once. What was it all for, then? Devotion? Loyalty? Obsession? A legion of puppets, lovers that never were, fighting and dying to die by his side. Heartstrings all in a web, the ghost of a spider’s soft, bloody touch hanging over you.

In your mind, all the time, Vincent had been everything. At first it had been scary, until it wasn’t anymore. When had it happened? When had you known? The pieces falling into place, his hand in yours as you kiss the key that holds you cuffed to him. Had you loved him? Do you love him now? You can’t say for sure, and somehow that’s scarier than any yes or no you could give.

Soft lips, sharp teeth. Everything has its price, and love is no exception.

"He cared for you, that much is certain. In what way, I don't know for sure. But - oh, darling, don't cry - here, let me get you-"

The handkerchief is soft and delicate, trimmed with elaborate lace, and his touch is impossibly light as he brushes the tears from your face. Ugly, ugly crying, pretty thing. If you could hide your face, you would - as it is, you’re resigned to your embarrassment. The blade doesn’t stop swinging, and the axe speaks again.

"I don't know if he loved you. Love and vampires don't tend to run in the same circles, nowadays. But he was my son, and he couldn't lie to me - you were special to him, little one, even if he never told me how."

Perhaps it’s just wishful thinking, but he almost sounds… sad, in a way you don’t really know how to describe. Maybe sad isn’t the right word at all - regretful? Mournful? Bittersweet? You can’t find the words for him, and for some reason the thought makes you sad too. He doesn’t sound like a murderer, or a kidnapper, or a monster. Just a man. A father, waiting at the door for a son who won’t come home.

"Indulge me for a minute, won’t you?” He asks, and you agree - although, to be honest, it’s not like you have many options right now. “Let me tell you about my children."

"My daughter's name was Alexis, and she was my pride and joy. I found her some time ago, now - it must have been maybe fifty years or so? A long time, I imagine, for you. But for me, it feels like only yesterday. An empty, lonely sort of girl, even if she tried not to show it. We met, and I felt at once a great sadness in my heart to know her pain - after a little while, I offered her a choice, and she took it freely.”

You’d never known Vincent had a sister, and the thought that he’d never bothered to tell you… It stings. What had she been to him? Listening to William talk about her, it’s hard to figure out what sort of person she must have been, but you think you get the picture. Lonely. Empty. Nowhere to go. You know a little something about that.

“My first progeny. It was an… unusual feeling, to begin with, but not an unwelcome one. I have always felt that family comes first, above all else, you know. It was a relief to once again find myself with the beginnings of a real family again, although perhaps it’s a little misleading to call us blood relatives. It was no matter. I loved her all the same, despite those who didn’t believe me.”

He must see your confusion on your face at his words, palms upturning as if to say there was no choice. “I gave her to the Department, you see. And yes, I know. A callous, rotten thing to do to my own daughter, betrayal on an unforgivable scale. But you have to understand - I did not hand her invocations over for nothing. My clan was growing, and as their king I knew that we could not survive without a place for us to stake our claim.”

Oh. Of course, he’s a vampire king. Vincent had mentioned it a few times, but mostly just in passing - and he’d never bothered to explain what it really meant. “I needed territory, and for that I needed to appease the Department. And what the Department wanted, more than anything else in the world, was the mind of the Solaire princess.”

“They thought she would not be loyal to me any more, that they could turn her against me and I would be helpless to defend myself against my own daughter. Or perhaps they simpy assumed that we held no love for each other, as happens to so many Makers and their progenies these days.” He laughs, gentle and a little bit mean, and you get the feeling that the joke isn’t at your expense this time. “They sent her to kill me, and… well. Let me assure you that neither of those things were true.”

He reaches across to offer you the glass of water again, taking a sip from it himself when you shake your head. Long fingers wrapping around the glass, eyes closing for just a second. If he notices your gaze fixed on his throat as he swallows, he doesn’t say anything.

“Vincent, on the other hand, was less intentional, I suppose you could say. Did he ever tell you how he was turned?”

Did he? “No, I don’t think so,” you say, shaking your head slightly. He hadn’t said, and you hadn’t asked. “It never really came up.”

“I see. I’ll have to tell you the full story another time - it’s quite a long one, and I wouldn’t want to bore you, darling. Suffice to say, I turned him only a short while ago, about twenty years, but what wonderful years they were. Difficult at first, but wonderful all the same.”

“I can’t imagine he mentioned me much to you, but I don’t begrudge him that.” A quiet sigh, resigned, and your heart breaks a little further. “Vincent and I did not often see eye-to-eye on certain matters, it’s true. But he was my progeny, always, and I loved him anyway.”

His tone turns bitter, smile souring in his voice, and the air thickens like a storm rolling in. Lightning striking the sea, waves thrashing in the darkness of the open water, and the spray threatens to swallow you whole.

“My son is gone, now, and my daughter too. I felt it as they disappeared, and do you know what it was like? Little one, I am very, very old, and yet it was like nothing I had ever known.”

“I found Alexis the night she died. The King-Imperial,” he spits, like the words themselves are poison, “thought he had taken her from me, but that has never been true. She was my daughter then, and she is my daughter still. I will always know her, and I will always bring her home to me.”

“My beautiful girl, in pieces on the floor, and not even the dignity to close the door behind them. I wanted to close her eyes and pretend that she was sleeping. I wanted to kiss her face and make sure she had peaceful dreams. I wanted to smooth away her hair and place her pillow underneath her, so that when she woke up, she would wake up happy.”

He smiles, ice and grief and rage, and all at once the earth is cold again.

“But I could not do those things, because the creatures that killed my daughter had also stolen her head.”

Oh.

There’s nothing you can say to that. You cast your eyes down politely, sympathetic silence, and give him a second to compose himself, if he wants it. Some things should not be intruded upon, after all, even if he’s the one who brought it up. It would be rude to stare.

“Don’t worry, little one.” A half-hearted, hollow sort of laugh. “I told you I would always find her, and I did. Do you know where I found her? Now that I think about it, you might even have seen her - although you probably wouldn’t have realised it at the time.”

…What?

“Those wolves that took you from Vincent’s house. I assume they didn’t let you look.”

You nod. You don’t remember his name, but the one who had unlocked your door had been very careful to cover your eyes as he brought you up and out of the house. He hadn’t told you why. You hadn’t asked him, either.

“Well, they did not extend the same courtesy to me. After I brought you here, I returned to Vincent’s house, and I found what I was looking for.”

Oh, God. You can see where this is going. “They may not have been twins in the traditional sense, but they have always been cut from the same cloth. When I found my son, torn to ribbons in the hallway, cooling in his own blood, I found my daughter’s head alongside him.”

…So it’s true.

So he really is dead.

So he really isn’t coming back for you.

“My Vincent, my only boy.” Close as he is to you, you can just about hear the faintest tremble in his voice as he speaks again. “I had never had a son before, you know - but for him, I would have done anything. I will still do anything. My blood is his as well. If there is one decision, in all my many years, that I will never come to regret, it will be the choice I made that night - to give that boy my name.”

Tears gather, but don’t fall. You look up at him, at this man who by all logic you must despise, and he looks so very sad that you can’t help but feel sorry for him. Nobody deserves that. It must be very difficult to keep a crown upon your head, especially when your head is no longer attached to your body. The children of William Solaire lie dead and rotting, royal flesh dripping off of golden bones, and a father learns how it feels to not be a father anymore.

(It doesn’t make sense. Who in their right mind would feel sorry for their kidnapper?)

(...On second thoughts, don’t answer that.)

He leans over to pick up the glass again, free hand discreetly brushing across his waterline, and takes another sip. Once again, he offers it to you, but after a little hesitation you refuse once more.

“I’m sorry, dearest,” he says mournfully, “But I can’t tell you why they died. To tell you the truth, I wish I knew myself. Perhaps, then, we both might be able to find a little peace.”

So he doesn’t know either. Will you be left wondering forever, then? “I have my suspicions. Some die as they lived, and my children were always at each other’s throats. Alexis and Vincent are gone, and I know how. But there’s no way of knowing why - you and I will simply have to settle with that.”

He reaches over to stroke one hand softly over your cheek, cool palm cupping your jaw. “That being said, all is not lost, little darling. Don’t worry. I know who I’m looking for.”

A cruel grin, all fangs. “I’ll get us both revenge.”

The promise of revenge is a tempting one. The small, rational part of your brain tries to tell you that it won’t bring him back. An even smaller part of your brain tries to tell you that you probably shouldn’t want him back at all. Neither voice is difficult to ignore, especially not when you nod in agreement and William’s satisfied smile answers you.

“I- ah-” Behind him, the mantel clock chimes on the hour, startling both of you - he looks faintly annoyed as he turns to look. “Sorry about that, darling. I’d completely forgotten the time.”

“It’s, uh…” Again, you’re not really sure what to say to that. It’s not like you could really go anywhere right now. “It’s fine.”

In any case, it seems to have reminded him of something. Glass still in hand, his fingers tap against the cut crystal. The pattern seems deliberate, but you don’t recognise the rhythm.

“I confess, my dear. I may not have been entirely forthcoming about my reason for bringing you here.”

It’s almost funny, how aware of your own pulse you become. Deja vu, maybe.

“I don’t know if he ever told you, but my son did not care for very many things, in his time. I believe you were one of those rare exceptions. It might not be much, but I hope you can find a little comfort in that.” Delicately, he rests one hand on your side, in the gap between the ropes that span your waist and your hips. You don’t move at all.

“I have been alive for many years, little one, and in that time I’ve learned a great many things about what it means to disappear. Names and faces and stories that I thought would last forever, which now only I, alone, remember.”

“It is said that as long as a person is loved, they are alive, is it not? I have seen what happens when that love, too, disappears. The torch-bearers meet their ends, and the flame is lost forever. Love only lasts as long as the life that remembers it, and my life has been very long indeed. My blood has always known the sun, and I wonder that my heart has not yet turned to ash with all the love I force it to hold.”

He raises his nearly-empty glass to you, a polite suggestion of a toast, charming and melancholy in equal measure. “You love him. I love him too. In us, may he never disappear.”

To that, you have no reply.

“You and I, bearers of the flame.” An empty glass, placed lightly back on its coaster. “Perhaps I did not know him as well as I should have, and that will be my burden. But what little of my son remains, I have no choice but to protect.”

“Vincent, Alexis. I have already lost them once. Never again.”

He shifts slightly, angling himself to face you slightly better, and you have the sudden, urgent sense that whatever you do, you must not look him in the eye.

“Proof, that my son existed at all. That he lived, and was loved, and was known. He cared so much for you, and I cannot hold him all on my own.” His voice, so impossibly soft and kind. “Won’t you help me, little one?”

“I…” He makes it sound very tempting, but there’s doubt still. “What should- what are- what do you want me to do?”

“Not very much, darling,” he replies. “All you have to do is look at me.”

He must hear your heartbeat quickening, as he presses a gentle hand to your chest. “I know it’s scary, little one, I know. But I’m giving you the choice, no? I did the same for Vincent, when I met him, and Alexis when I met her. Do you think they regretted it?”

“...No?” It comes out nervously, eyes firmly fixed on the mantel clock behind him, but he seems pleased nonetheless.

“Exactly. I know what I’m doing, sweet thing, it’s alright. I want you to be happy, don’t I? I don’t want to hurt you. What on earth would I want that for? A sweet, precious little thing like you - I don’t want to make you cry, or make you scared, or make you sad, darling. There’s just one thing I want from you, my dear, and it’s very simple.”

One more time, a kind hand comes up to hold your face. Gentle pressure lifts your chin, turning your gaze upwards, and as ever you are powerless to resist. You look, and look, and keep looking - dark crimson eyes catch your own, and for some reason it’s impossible to look away.

“There you are. My little thrall-to-be, hmm? Aren’t you good.” Mesmerised, you’re only faintly aware of the rope that still binds your body to the bed - the whole world shrinks until there’s just this room, and this voice, and these eyes. You shiver slightly, but you’re not sure why. “Oh, is that it? That’s what you want - to be good for me?” A playful smirk. “You spoil me, darling.”

The haze in your mind is thick and heavy, swirling through your brain, taking any words you might once have had along with it. Vaguely, you remember having something you wanted to say, but what was it?

“I know, I know. It’ll only be a second, I promise.”

Oh, it can’t have been important.

“Can you focus on me, my dear?”

It’s difficult, but you try your best. Gradually, the world comes back into focus, and he’s so very, very beautiful.

“That’s it. Breathe, sweetheart,” he smiles, and your lungs obey. “I’ve got you.”

If anyone asks, you don’t really know what happens next.

It’s funny - the waves crashing over you, tide winding around your waist and pulling you out to sea. Wood and salt and sand, the moon on your mind and blood in the water. Life is soft, all of a sudden, and it’s a pair of kind, red eyes that create reality. You’re floating, washed smooth in the ocean, and that’s all that matters.

Maybe the mantel clock chimes again, once or twice or not at all. Who’s to say? Easy, easy, easy. Cool hands lowering you into sleep, and the faintest kiss, pressed against your salt-soaked hair. Your head spins in the surf, and for a moment it feels like deja vu. Perhaps history really does repeat itself. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t know.

He leaves, and you dream.

There’s a house in the woods, a very long way away, to which no living person owns the key. It’s a very nice house, or perhaps it used to be - there are not many people left who have ever seen it, so it’s difficult to say. Leaves tumble to the dirt, and the lock freezes in the bitterness of night.

Nothing moves, in this house. Not any more. The bedroom curtains are still closed, and the tap drips eternally. Clothes that will never be ironed, a cabinet door that rusts still half-open. A kettle that doesn’t boil. A calendar that never reaches year’s end.

Dark wood for a hallway floor - a shame that not all stains can be hidden. Spilling, gushing, splashing, and can you really call it lifeblood if there’s no life left in it? The floorboards soaked in blood, dried down to a thick, tacky film that clings to the roof of your mouth like toffee. How sweet. A man who was a boy who was a monster, black eyes forever open, the pieces of him all but stuck to the floor. William Solaire leaves the lights off as he cries, carrying the spun glass that used to be his son in his arms, and nobody ever finds this house again.

Houses in the woods are supposed to be haunted, people say. This one is not. There are no ghosts in the house of an undead man.

You, perhaps, are the exception.

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Hello! I have been reading your morpheus little narrations and I LOVED THEM. I wanted to ask you for one, a bit long, based on the song Ballroom of Romance by Celtic Woman, where the reader is a human dreamer that, as friend of Lucienne, wanted to celebrate the Day of the librarian (september 13), and somehow convinced morpheus to do a ballroom on that huge throne room he has for nothing and she sings and dance this song between dreams and nightmares alike, dressed and all. Mutual pining of course 🥰 thank you for your time if you accept. ✨

Here's the song:

Bleesings!

Yeesssss!!! Lucienne would 100% be pulling the strings behind this just so her two closest friends could end up together and happy! 😂😍🥰 Thank you waiting!

You had known Lucienne for a few years, not as long as some people had known her, but definitely longer than most. She was hard-working, loyal, and absolutely dedicated to her library. You admired her. Her tenacious way of keeping the books in order and her fondness of particular volumes that made homes at her desk every now and again when the mood struck her to re-read them. It was because of your deep friendship with The Dreaming's royal librarian that you found yourself standing face to face with Lord Morpheus, The King of Dreams.

Though you'd spent much of your time within his realm, you and Lord Morpheus rarely interacted. You'd had conversations, small and fleeting and sparse, but you didn't know him like you did others. Everyone else assured you it was just his way, but sometimes you felt him looking at you... felt the burn of his piercing eyes fixed on you while you read or while you sat in the quiet of Fiddler's Green. You were convinced he hated you and given the speck of information you'd managed to gather on his previous interactions with your kind he had good reason to.

Morpheus tilted his head slightly, "You want to throw a ball?"

"I mean we don't have to call it that, but yes. The Day of the Librarian is coming up and I think it would be nice if we celebrated Lucienne's hard work."

"Lucienne has been by my side for eons," he answered. "I could think of no one more deserving of celebration than her."

You were finally able to take a full breath, unencumbered by the nervous weight that had made your lungs tight. "Good... Thank you. I can get everything figured out. You're probably busy."

He shook his head. "I am free at the moment, I shall provide you with whatever you require."

Working alongside the king was not exactly in your plans for the day, yet you found yourself enjoying it. Lord Morpheus was a meticulous planner. Everything had to be perfect, which would normally cost you valuable time and resources, however a being that could create anything one could imagine didn't exactly have to worry about that. He'd listened to your color recommendations and arranged for some dreams and nightmares to play instruments. He'd even gone so far as to make everyone new clothes to wear to the celebration, you included.

You ran your hands down the soft silk gown he'd made you. It was simple, yet so much more. The rich blue fabric looked like a night sky, seemingly twinkling with stars and cosmic light when you moved a certain way. You'd taken your hair out of its normal ponytail and carefully fixed it before nervously exiting the side room Lord Morpheus had offered to let you change in. He stood with his back to you, quietly instructing the handyman, Mervyn on where he wanted tables moved to maximize the space of the throne room.

The pumpkin head's eyes went wider as he turned to look at you. "Lookin good kid!"

Morpheus turned as well, the hard planes of his face going slack for a moment as his whole demeanor shifted to a softer one. That gaze you often felt burning you from afar was now closer than ever, and if you were being honest you didn't dislike how it felt. You blushed and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Thanks, Merv."

Lord Morpheus straightened up and cleared his throat. "It does not appear to need any modifications."

"Oh," you looked down at your now bare feet. "Could trouble you for some shoes? I don't think it'd be appropriate of me to be walking around your palace barefoot."

For a second you could have sworn he smiled as he waved his hand and peered at you through his thick dark lashes. "You are always welcome to trouble me, dreamer."

The shoes were simple flats, perfect for dancing long into the night. "Thank you, Lord Morpheus."

Lucienne was nose deep in one of her favorite books when you skipped into the library and placed your hands loudly on her desk. "Loosh!"

She didn't even look away from her book as she answered, "Yes, bookworm?"

You scrunched your nose at her nickname for you and smiled even wider as your ruse was set in motion. "Lord Morpheus is looking for you."

"He is?" Her dark eyes lifted and she quickly stood from her seat. "Where is he?"

"Throne room," you answered following in her hurried steps. "He sounded quite cross."

"Oh dear," she muttered.

It took all you had not to giggle when she'd stepped into the throne room and froze at the sight of the whole of The Dreaming gathered. Everyone respectfully bowed their heads and uttered words of praise to her as she looked around the room. Once her eyes landed on the banner "Day of Lucienne" that Mervyn and Matthew had hung over the stained glass windows she turned to look at you. "You did this?"

"Not without help," you replied nodding to Lord Morpheus, who stood on the bottom step with a tender look in his eyes as Lucienne turned to him.

His hands were wound behind his back, as they often were, as he spoke. "The day of the librarian may be a human custom, but from this day forth it will be a beloved holiday in The Dreaming. One in which we all thank you for your loyal service."

You could see Lucienne's eyes fill with tears as she shook her head in disbelief. "My lord... I'm afraid I do not know what to say."

"Absolutely nothing," you answered giving her a hug. "You deserve it Loosh. Happy you day."

"Thank you," she whispered, looking back up to her king. "Thank you both."

The party began the second the band began to play, and with a lot of coaxing from your friend - and a not-so-subtle abuse of her new holiday - you began to sing.

"On summer nights when the barley's high The stars are twinkling in the sky Take a walk by the riverside And let the music be your guide

Follow where the pathway takes you On your bike or arm-in-arm Through the crossroads, to the dance hall Down the road to Murphy's barn

We plant the seeds and till the soil We pray for rain and pray for sun Now it's time to stop a while Forget your worries everyone

Once the barn was full of grain But then old Murphy took the chance Cleaned it out and hired a band Now it's the ballroom of romance

Whack for the danna, swing your partner Leave your troubles at the door We will dance until the morning light Come take my hand and we'll take the floor

Whack for the danna, swing your partner Around the floor, now one-two-three We will dance until the break of dawn So take my hand and dance with me"

You danced with the music as the instruments filled the silence left after your voice faded off the pillars. Grabbing Matthew's tiny crow foot you swirled around giggling as he flew to "spin" you.

"The week is over, work is done So now it's time to have some fun The place is old and there's money owed Tonight forget that heavy load

The sky is clear without a cloud The air, it hums with music loud The moon is full and shining bright They'll come from far and wide tonight

And will I get to steal a dance With the one who puts me in a trance? If not, at least you'll get to dance Down at the ballroom of romance

Whack for the danna, swing your partner Leave your troubles at the door We will dance until the morning light Come take my hand and we'll take the floor

Whack for the danna, swing your partner Around the floor, now one-two-three We will dance until the break of dawn So take my hand and dance with me

Shined his boots and combed his hair Chosen something fine to wear By hand in glove, could this be love? Is there magic in the air?"

Lucienne grabbed hold of your hand, smiling so brightly as she danced beside you. Her movements were both clumsy and oddly elegant as she attempted one of the many dances she'd read about in her books. The happiness and life that filled the throne room was overflowing.

"The one that chases every day Now is lost for words to say To the girl in the flowing dress This night they never will forget

Whack for the danna, swing your partner Leave your troubles at the door We will dance until the morning light Come take my hand and we'll take the floor

Whack for the danna, swing your partner Around the floor, now one-two-three We will dance until the break of dawn So take my hand and dance with me

Whack for the danna, swing your partner Leave your troubles at the door We will dance until the morning light Come take my hand and we'll take the floor

Whack for the danna, swing your partner Around the floor, now one-two-three We will dance until the break of dawn So take my hand and dance with me"

A cold hand touched your arm, gently pulling you into one last twist. Morpheus looked down at you with no expression, but stars shone in his eyes as he slowly danced with you until the music faded. With a breathless laugh you bowed your head. "Thank you, Lord Morpheus."

He bowed, kissing your hand. "Thank you, dreamer."

Lucienne watched the pair of you from afar, proudly smirking at the outcome of her devious plan. She'd long known of Lord Morpheus' feelings for you and even longer suspected yours for him. Seeing the two of you together at last without the intimidation or the awkward fumbling for words she quietly noted that this was the perfect end to her day.

Weeks later you found yourself soaking wet standing on the steps of the palace. Your dreams that night had changed from a smooth sailing boat voyage to a storm and rough seas. You found your way into The Dreaming when you'd fallen overboard, but sadly you remained wet. "Lord Morpheus!" You called out.

The darkly dressed Endless emerged from the large doors and regarded your disheveled appearance with a raised brow. "Yes, dreamer?"

"Why did my lovely dream suddenly turn to a cold wet nightmare?" You pondered.

He merely shrugged. "While I rule over the unconsciousness of your world I do not have full command of it."

"Bullshit," you insisted, quickly remembering who you were talking to and adding, "My lord."

His lips quirked into a thin smile. "I shall look into this nightmare of yours."

"I don't suppose I could trouble you for some dry clothes," you replied with a sheepish smile. "Lucienne won't let me into the library if I'm wet."

Morpheus took a few steps toward you, gently setting his hand against your cheek. "You are always welcome to trouble me, dreamer."

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starrysnowdrop · 3 months

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Top 5 Locations! :D

Also asked by @ishgard!! Thank you both so much for the asks! 🥰💖

Alright, Top 5 locations, here we go! (Don’t worry, I will spare you all from showing off pictures of each location, so I’ll just do the #1.)

1) Ishgard

Is anyone surprised? You shouldn’t be if you’ve followed me long enough! 😉 Ishgard stole my heart all the way back when HW debuted, and I still love this city above all others. It’s mainly due to my obsession with FFXIV starting with HW, and I have many fond memories there. It’s also Hali and Aymeric’s home, soooooo there’s that too.

2) Old Sharlayan - Hali’s hometown and in my opinion, the most beautiful city in the game. I can’t stop taking pictures here because it’s so damn pretty everywhere I look.

3) Ultima Thule - I am in LOVE with outer space, so you give me a whole zone at the edge of the universe?? I’m in heaven. And it’s the main reason why I’ve almost maxed out the Omicrons tribe quests before any other tribe. I can’t stop going there!

4) Elpis - I don’t think a lot has to be said for this. The beauty, the feels, and story significance put it on the list.

5) Amaurot - Everything I said before about Elpis applies here, but I just find Elpis way more beautiful to look at personally. But Amaurot is a winner for the feels alone in my opinion.

Honorable Mentions - In no particular order: Labyrinthos, Mare Lamentorum, Il Mheg, Ahm Araeng, Kugane, Azim Steppe.

#asks and replies

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yunhohours · 2 years

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hiii!! just wanted to drop in and say that i enjoy reading your thoughts on wonwoo & dk’s chart ☺️ i also was wondering your thoughts on mingyu’s chart haha i feel like this is gonna turn into a series or something since this is the third one from svt. i am just intrigued by it honestly 😅 anyways i hope you have a lovely weeknd 🥰

ahhh hi thank you so much! i’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my other analyses 🫶🏻 i’m definitely not an authority when it comes to astrology by any means but i do think it’s fun to look at the basics!

here’s my analysis on mingyu’s (very interesting) chart:

the first thing that strikes me is mingyu’s pisces moon. he’s very sensitive. he is also dreamy and empathetic, but he can be consumed by his feelings sometimes if he’s not careful.

let’s start with mingyu’s type. similar to wonwoo and dokyeom, mingyu needs someone who will not bore him. wonwoo and dokyeom need a lot of mental stimulation, but mingyu just needs stimulation. end of. his aries sun and venus are impulsive, competitive, sensation-seekers. i don’t think he would necessarily gravitate towards people that like to have highly involved conversation. i think he would prefer someone who is more physically exciting instead. going out and trying exciting, new things is more important to him than good conversation (but still, don’t let what conversation does take place be boring). heart to hearts will be important to him in the case of a committed relationship (pisces moon), but before you’ve reached that point with him, it’s probably not going to be considered.

mingyu is the pursuer. he sees what he wants and goes after it. he can be a shameless flirt, but to make it worse, his pisces moon gives him the ability to understand you so his flirting will hit different. it will feel more personal. it would take a strong person to resist giving into him right away. but worry not, he likes the chase (aries sun/venus). his virgo mars is methodical and excellent at accomplishing “tasks” so that only helps to keep him focused. he will be persistent (not in the creepy, can’t take a hint kind of way), and you’ll be even more charmed by his “commitment.”

the problem is… he still might get bored. the chase can be very exciting for him, but once he gets what he wants (you), the excitement may die there. this is where his pisces moon comes into play, though. he will be drawn to a partner that feels warm and safe. of course, you also have to be exciting and adventurous, too, in order to grab his attention in the first place. but you’ll only keep it if you can make him feel at home with you. he can find fun and excitement anywhere. he can’t find home just anywhere.

in the bedroom, he is high energy, high stamina. fond of quickies and spontaneous sex. not likely to have soft, slow sex unless he’s in love with you, and even then, it’s probably not his preferred style. he saves that for days he’s really in his feelings. his virgo mars ensures that he knows exactly what buttons to push to make you lose it and his aries placements give him the energy to see it through. 10/10 sex-haver.

once you’ve gotten him to commit to you, he is everything all at once. he is loving. he is spontaneous. he is fun. he is understanding. he is jealous. he is passionate. he is mouthy. he is driven. he is protective. you get a little bit of everything with mingyu. and that’s precisely why he needs someone who can give him a little bit of everything back.

#svt smut #seventeen smut #th: svt #th: mingyu

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Hey, big love for the Desire fic! ❤️ Just had a thought, if you like it? Perhaps a oneshot of Desire and reader in bed, non-sexual intimacy but just enjoying each other’s company before work/duty pulls them away. Maybe some playful begging them to stay a little longer. Cheers 🥰

Bless you, nonnie! Coming right up xx I hope you enjoy!

AO3 Link

"This is the longest you've been here."

The sunlight was warm on your face, beaming down from the gap in the curtains above you. Warmer still was the body beside you; the scent of peach musk strong in your nose as Desire snuggled closer.

You still hadn't put a name to this. Hadn't even discussed what was happening between you. You couldn't remember exactly what they were like in your old life, but there was an instinct in your gut that told you Desire was hardly the committed type. Putting a name to this might drive them away and the last thing you wanted was to lose them, now.

Still, the time you spent with them was becoming evermore precious to you despite everything, and Desire themself seemed eager to stay for longer every night.

This was the first time they were still here when you awoke, curled contently into your side like a sleeping kitten. As you spoke, their eyes opened to look up at you and you were sure you felt your heart stop for a moment. The sunlight glinted supernovas into their gaze, burning brighter and sharper than the grin they offered and your breath was stolen entirely by how beautiful they were.

"If you wanted me to leave you shouldn't have been so adorable while you slept~"

"Who says I wanted you to leave?" You smirk at them as they shift to sit up with you, nuzzling against your shoulder with a fond hum.

"You're absolutely correct: why would you ever want me to leave? I'm delightful~" They beam at you again, and continue speaking before you can tell them that yes, they are. "But. Unfortunately I do have..." Desire pulls a face of disgust, "...responsibilities."

You give them a mock-sympathetic pout, wrapping your arm tightly around them as if they'd actually made any effort to leave. "Then it's a pity you're stuck here~"

Desire groaned, laughing softly as they snuggled closer still, "You're mean..."

"Aw, am I?" You chuckled, "I'm sure the Threshold will be fine without you~"

"Mm, I could abandon my duties and just cuddle here for eternity..."

"The absence of desire from the world can't hurt it that much as long as I still have them~"

"The only important mortal," they agreed, nuzzling against your neck and staying against you for a moment longer.

They had to leave, of course. But the empty bed still warmed by their presence gave you a content glow as you snuggled back beneath your covers, the ghost of a smile on your lips until you, too, were forced to face your daily life again.

#the sandman #sandman #desire of the endless #desire x reader #reader insert #request #writing #mine #anonymous #answered

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 2 years

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Currently watching - October

Because I love a good little list 😊

Regularly updated during the month - colored = finished

This may contain spoilers!

Currently airing

Choco Milk Shake (2/10)

🥰🥰🥰🥰 This is so good! I love it! I enjoyed every little second of this first episode. I hope it will go on like that. The story about Choco and Milk, a cat and a dog becoming human and live with their former owner. The acting is really good! I can see the dog and the cat in them 😅 So far perfect casting!

Love in the air (11/13)

I like how much Phayu cares about Rain. I definitely have my problems with some of the things that happend and I guess there are going to be things I don't like in the upcoming episodes, but overall I enjoy it. And yes I had a very big issue with the 8th and 9th episode...what the fuck? That is all I am gonna say.

Kabe-Koji-Nekoyashiki-kun Desires to be Recognized (4/8)

It is so well shot and edited. I was just blown away by the art. The story…Well we are in episode one, but I guess it will be interesting. I am interested. The story of two people who meet again after years, one an artist and the other an idol. And I really want to know what happened that their paths drifted away like that and of course if and how their paths come together again 😊

Eien no Kino (2/8)

I am curious in what direction this will go, but I did enjoy the first episode. I like the aesthetics of the show. The way scenes were shot and the coloring. Really pretty!

Ghost Host, Ghost House (4/8)

This one is a funny one, well for now. I love the family 😅 The two mains have so much chemistry! The plot is intersting, Kevin and Pluem are soft and tender and passionate and so in love and yet there are some secrets and wounds which need to heal. And I am here for the ride. This show is so good!

War of Y (10/20)

I finally watched the next chapter...And yeah, I think I can't watch the stories week for week. I need to wait until one chapter is closed and binge the five episodes. This is one of the few bls I watch with a lot of tension in my body and no smile on my lips...I need to calm a bit before I can dive into the next drama...

Big Dragon (3/8)

I would say a promising start. Kind of a dub con situation on both sides? The main characters are both not really sympathetic😅 I like the bodyguards, if you can call them that. And I indeed like the chemistry between the mains.

Roommates of Poongduck 304 (6/8)

This one I like...Perhaps it is the enemies working and forced living together thing for me. I enjoy those storylines way too much! Overall it's funny and I enjoy their dynamic and acting so much more than in Kissable Lips.

My Tooth Your Love (4/12)

I guess this could be called a nightmare for people with a dental phobia. But it looks so messy and lovable and I am totally in for it! I enjoyed the acting and the sister is so bossy, but in a good way 😀 Never thought I would like a series about a dentist this much! But I do!

My only 12 % (12/14)

Okay, I can see why people like it. It is growing on me a lot with more episodes in. And now I can't watch any further because I want to know how this ends and I can't watch those two hurting. But I am still not fond of the amount of times the name "Cake" is said...This is really unpleasant for my ears 🙉

Fahlanruk (7/12)

This series is a mess! Fah is a dominant prick who tries to get his man by forcing him to everything (besides sex)! The dialogues are crap, the acting is sometimes really not that good, the chemistry…I don’t know. At this point I don’t know what story the series wants to tell us. You can’t be friends with benefits? If you are persistent enough your love/fuck interest will give in to you? What is it? But I have the time of my life watching this mess and with episode 5 it has happend...I am invested 😒

Ai Long Nhai (5/12)

Ai likes Nhai. Nhai kind of likes Ai. To test if their relationship could have a future they decide to test-date for a month and show all their habits, good and bad, in front of each other. That is what I got from the subtitles 😂 They are a mess 😅 So funny and yet so frustrating, because sometimes you just don’t get what they are saying at all 😂

To Sir, with love (2/28)

The first episodes are on youtube with english subs! First episode told us about their history and of their family. I really can't stand the secondary wife and her maid. Hateful bitches! But I like Bua. She would have been a great mother and in a way she is more of a mother to the children than their mums.

Self (3/6)

I have my problems with mirrors, so this one was kind of creepy for me, but I am intrigued how this is going on and if there are more episodes than two!

Remember Me (3/12)

Okay what happend? I am emotional invested in this story! Why did it become so good within two episodes? I love the domesticity and the wholesomeness of the third episode so much! It touched me and moved me and now I am looking forward to the next episode!

2 Moons: The Ambassador (3/12)

This might be the first series I will drop. And I watched Check Out...But the subtitles are a mess, the acting is cringy and the story is boring...okay, I am on ep 2, so perhaps there is some good plot coming, but right now I can't see it.

Already broadcasted series

Fish upon the sky (2/12)

I don't know how to feel about this. I don't like Pi that much, but the series managed to make me cry with their first episode. Of course I want to see where this jorney is taking me. I catch myself weirdly grinning from ear to ear and that is a good sign most of the times 😅

Mama Gogo (2/10)

There are too many series on the side to satisfy my need for second-hand embarrassment that I’ve neglected Mama Gogo a bit. There are sexy dancing men…so I will definitely keep watching, really!

Finished in October

Series

180 degree longitude passes through us (8/8 on Gaga) - very highly recommended

Damn, THIS WAS SO GOOD. The cinematography, the acting, the relationships, the tension. I am blown away! Every episode delivered. Definitely one of the best series I have watched, like ever! If you like sophisticated stuff, please give this a try. 10 out of 10 longing looks

Once Again (8/8 on Viki and Gaga) - highly recommended

This is a unique one and got me by surprise. I loved it even if I have cried the whole time watching the last episode. It is such a devastating and real ending. I knew it would be like that, but I hoped for something different. Nevertheless, it is a beautiful story about fate and love and grief. 10 out of 10 necklaces

My Ride (10/10 on Gaga) - highly recommended

This was some fucking wholesome shit! Damn! I love it. Why haven't I watched this one sooner? I had a smile on my face probably for the whole series. And Mork's smile? Pure sunshine and love and happiness. There might not be the strongest story, but it was well written and acted. 9,5 out of 10 sunshine smiles

My Bromance (2018/Taiwan) (12/12 on youtube) - recommended

This one was fun and light and I had a good time watching it. The focus is on the relationship between the mother and her two children. As funny as it gets, the series deals with serious issues and managed it not to be silly. 8,5 out of 10 sleepwalking fails

Craving You (10/10 on Gaga) - I can recommend without a doubt

This is as sweet as the desserts. It is not all lovey dovey and I didn't understand the concept of the collaboration, but I enjoyed this drama about a pastry chef and a singer who collab together. Best line of the drama: What I mean is, I decided to like you. That touched me deeply. 8,5 out of 10 madeleines

The Eclipse (12/12 on youtube) - recommended

It is really not easy to find the best words and the ebst rating for this one. I do like it very much, well until episode 11 happend...This is difficult. I wish they would have dealt a little different with all of the protests and homophobia and the revolution. It feels unfinished even though it is. After all I enjoyed watching it most of the times. The ending felt just too rushed. 8 out of 10 curses

Boys' Lockdown (6/6 on Youtube) - recommended

If you want something that makes you just feel good, watch this! I am still smiling :) The stroy is simple, but well done and acted and the characters are lovables. Two boys, who met in a drugstore and mixed up their meds, learn that they are each other's crush. So sweet. 8 out of 10 small dicks

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun (8/8 on Gaga) - recommended without doubts

I like this. It made me smile with every episode. At the end of every episode there was always reconciliation and they talked with each other! Their relationship is healthy and they care so much about each other! There is not much happening besides their story, but that is okay. 7,5 out of 10 blushing Takara-kuns

Love by Chance (14/14 on Viki) - recommended for Perth

Do I like the main story? Sure. I love Ae! He has such a cute pair of heart-eyes. And he so naturally loves Pete! I am in love with his love for Pete. Pete on the other hand, not my favorite. And the side stories! What in the holy hell was that? The amount of violence and SA, was that really necessary? But MAME...Do I have to say more? Guess not... 7 out of 10 of Ae's heart-eyes

Love by Chance 2: A chance to love (13/13 on Viki) - recommended for all of you who loved TinCan in the first one

I like TinCan. I like their story and that they are quite open and honest with everything. But the chemistry was difficult...It was there as long as there was no physical sexual contact. The story with Tin forgiving and helping his brother felt kind of rushed in the end, but Tul and Gonhin had more chemistry than everyone in this series together, so I am not mad that Tin helped his big brother to be together with his love again. The whole Ae/Pete storyline...was that necessary? And why couldn't you explain it better to your audience? Because it didn't make sense that they broke up? That made me really angry! 6,5 out of 10 for TinCan and TinCan only

My gear and your gown (12/12 on Youtube) - recommended if you don't know what to watch

This was okay. I liked the way the story was told. And I liked the couples and their energy, even though Itt had just one facial expression for anger, sadness or annoyence...that was a little bit annoying 😅 The story of those people falling in love was nothing new, but it was good enough to keep me hooked. I really appreciate the fact that they kind of educated about safe sex. 6,5 out of 10 earrings

I'm a fool for you 1 (4/4 on Gaga) - not really recommended

Confusing as fuck. I guess a few more minutes per episode could have helped. Most if the times I felt like someone just threw me into the scene or conversation without backstory or anything! I felt lost very often! But it is the best one for me out of the three. 5,5 out of 10 What is this all about

My Roommate (32/32 on Youtube) - not recommended

I don't know what this was. Barely two minutes per episode? Really? How can you tell a story with such a small amount of time? Well...I am, yet again, confused! This is just something else! 4 out of 10 I don't even know what...

I'm a fool for you 2 (4/4 on Gaga) - low recommendation rate

Guess what, I am still confused! At some points I got the impression they didn't know what they had talked about ten minutes ago and so the whole story changed without making any sense! Just no... 4,5 out of 10 why is this happening now

I'm a fool for you 3 (5/5 on Gaga) - only recommended if you like to suffer and watched the other seasons

Well that took a very dark turn! Still confused, because you don't get any backstory or explanation. But why so dark? Why so deeply devestating? And ending on a cliffhanger? Damn it...now I need to watch season four when in comes out...I need closure. 3,5 out of 10 dark turns

Evening Café (4/4 on Youtube) - not really recommended

This was bland and boring. It is a low production, but that doesn't mean it needs to be this bad. There are some good low productions out there which make just fun. This I couldn't enjoy. The acting was not good, the pacing was difficult, the scenes were cut together in a not so good way... 3 out of 10 too loud glass breaking noises!

Short films

Attraction (on Gaga) - recommended

What if you are in an established relationship, but developes attraction for someone else? You can't control who you find attractive, but you can decide to act on it or not. It is all about choices. This short was really good and it left me thinking. 8 out of 10 shared headphones

FUFU (on Gaga) - recommended

This is wholesome. Both lived a happy life together and in the end they stayed together. Of course the ending is sad but at the same time beautiful and an ode to love! While both are dealing with the inevitable ending they remember some happy moments. Worth a watch. 8 out of 10 times they felt like a married couple

Military Dog (on Gaga) - recommended if you're old enough and interested in those topics

A short film about a military officer who wants to be dominated by his master whose specialty is the training of human dogs. Yes, this is a short film of 10 minutes on GagaOOLala. I love Gaga for all the content they provide us with. I really can't watch any horror movie besides something with vampires or aliens, but I can watch those movies. 7 out of 10 doggy positions

One Last Order (on Gaga) - recommended if you like coffee and a good feeling in your heart

The story about a regular guest of a coffee shop who has a secret admirer who writes him love poems. That was a cute one, but at some points a little bit too long. But it has a good atmosphere and coffee. 7 out of 10 love poems

Some (on Youtube) - a mediocre recommendation level

You see how unrequired feels like. It is heartbreaking and devastating and full of wishful thinking. But in the end it is nothing but a friendship. At least a friendship so you have some parts of this person and you can be near them. But reality can just punch you in the guts sometimes. I liked it. 7 out of 10 daydreams

How to die young in Manila (on Gaga) - recommended if you have some spare time

I guess it is my month for disturbing things to watch...Well, I am more confused than disturbed. It is a little bit over artsy and missed the point it wanted to make, I guess? The dangers of being a male prostitute in Manila or just anywhere? But in the end I really don't know what exactly the point of this story should have been. The summary is not helpful at all... 6 out of 10 very graphic depiction of dead/dying people

Nabang Spark (on Gaga) - recommendation level low

This one was not my cup of tea. The bland story about two students and one og them wants to be close to the other and invites him to his birthday, but the other didn't show up. 5 out of 10 non existing sparks

Movies

The shortest distance is round (on Gaga) - not recommended at all

What a fuck-fest...I guess this movie was produced to show the dark sites of prostituion, sexual assault and just what could happen if your life takes a wrong turn...BUT! What the actual fuck? The plot was bland and with the ending (both versions) just stupid. I thought it was about a teacher-student-relationship as a main point, but that was just a catalyst for the following shit-show. The message is drowning in the flood of sexual content and that I think is really sad. It could have been so much more. Do I like it? Nope. Will I watch the rest of the movis? Probably... 3 out of 10 noises...oh those noises

What I’m looking forward to in October:

To Sir, with Love (Oct 3)

Kabe-Koji (Oct 4)

Ghost Host, Ghost House (Oct 5)

Two and One (Oct 5)

Big Dragon (Oct 8)

My Roommate (Oct 8)

Remember Me (Oct 9)

2 Moons 3 (Oct 10)

Roommates of Poongduck 304 (Oct 13)

Self (Oct 13)

My Tooth Your Love (Oct 14)

Hard Love Mission (Oct 15)

Doukysei (Oct 19)

My Tempo (Oct 20)

Eternal Yesterday (Oct 21)

Choco Milk Shake (Oct 25)

Grand Guignol (Oct 28)

Till the Worlds ends (Oct 29)

A shoulder to cry on (no exact date yet)

Happy Ending Outside the Fence/Happy Ending Romance (postponed until november)

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beevean · 8 months

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Top 10 reason why Hecula is best ship, go!

Oh, but what a fortuitous coincidence :) I vaguely imply that I'd like more asks about Hecula, and lo and behold :) it's almost like you're in hell with me :)

I'm not sure I can rank them, but if you know me, you know which ones are the peak reasons I'm suffering from terminal brainrot <3

I am very weak for the narrative of a person trapped in an abusive relationship who manages to escape and learn that they deserve more. Fits Hector to a T :)

And yet Hector can't fully escape from Dracula. He's still cursed. He's forced to re-learn Devil Forging, the art taught by him from Dracula. He still lost much of his childhood and youth in Dracula's castle. He has to unlearn everything he has learned about being a weapon.

Hector is Dracula's specialest little boy and I love all the hints of how he was favored <3 because he was talented? Because he was cold and efficient like Dracula strives to be? Because he doesn't beg for love like Isaac does? Because he kinda looks like him? You decide. Point is, the mentor/protégé dynamic is very <3

But no, really, Dracula being possessive and overprotective of his precious Hector makes me swoon <3 it's both creepy and lowkey cute <3 he'd gouge the eyes of anyone who deludes themselves to be worthy of looking at Hector's splendor <3 only he can <3 because he deserves the best <3

I love to imagine that Dracula feels ownership towards Hector because he infused him with his own magic. Yes, same goes for Isaac, but... well, he's just not as good at using it :) Hector always makes Dracula proud <3 he's his very precious perfect weapon <3

Hector would care about his Lord. Dracula cherishes him like no one else does... like no one else would, because Hector only knew hatred before running to Dracula, and he welcomed him, and Hector is so grateful to his Lord and would obey him with pride <3 ... up to a certain point.

The symbolism of blood sucking meaning giving away your life, whether you want it or not. Hector threw his life away for Dracula because he needed it, or so he would feel. That's what my idea of Hector having bite scars all over his throat symbolizes. That, and a metaphorical collar he can't get rid of.

Dracula doesn't need any magical tricks to keep Hector on a leash, unlike someone else we know :) He knows his boy well enough to know what to say to him to keep him in line :) I like to think it as psychological warfare, Dracula expertly manipulating Hector, his feelings and what he craves to keep him nice and obedient vs. Hector's unbendable moral code and budding sense of pride (that I imagine that Dracula himself caused by spoiling him too much lol)

In short, I love that there is the potential for two "main" narratives. The one where Hector is groomed from youth to be as perfect and pliable as Dracula wants him to be, and while at first he naively trusts his Lord because he has zero world experience and just wants to be loved, he slowly but surely takes a stand and confirms his worth as a human being. Or the one where there are mutual, genuine feelings between the two - the relationship can never be truly healthy due to the massive power imbalance (which is a big 🥰 for me), but maybe, before Dracula went completely insane, there was a window of time where the two were fond of each other, Hector of his Lord who is always so kind to him, and treasures him, and gave him a reason to live, and Dracula of his strong knight who does his will and is so intelligent and devoted and whose valor may remind him of Leon.

Size difference :P Hector is very pickable in CoD, he gets picked up by normal enemies like the Red Ogre and the Harpies and also by Isaac (which is pretty chad ngl), but ofc, he looks especially small when Drac sips from him :)

I will spam my screenshots until people understand my Vision 😤

There was no need to do this, Drac. No need at all. You just missed you boy. Understandable, but really. yes this does things to my brain

and remember guys: Hecula canon <3

#hecula #thanks for allowing me to gush <3 #i love the them and the more people i drag into my hell the better #but even if it's just the... 4 of us?#it's okay because i have fun <3 #castlevania #<- i have no shame anymore i am the cringe

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 6 months

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OFMD 2.05 - "The Curse of the Seafaring Life" Thoughts - Part 2

The Ed and Stede edition! This also includes some more general thoughts on the show and how I'm feeling about it right now. (Spoiler alert: very good, almost unendurably emotional.) Spoilers under the cut!

Here's a link to Part 1, more general thoughts on this ep edition!

Look how much I wrote before getting to Ed and Stede. Am I a hero, a sort of goddess of self-restraint? Who’s to say? But yes.

Their chat in the corner was so cute and I really liked how it was a return to their easy friendship; it felt so nice after so many episodes of separation and drama to see them in their element again, just doing their thing! Stede being so unfazed and unintimidated by Ed, despite The Past Horrors, will always delight me. And I find it so charming how Ed has no resentment of Stede whatsoever for being captain and just wants to help him figure it out and come into his captain-y power. Echoes of their early days!

So, I felt like we were probably going to get some sort of echo of “You wear fine things well” in this episode due to it being number five, but gosh, they really just did it exactly perfectly beyond our wildest dreams, huh? 😭 As soon as they were standing in the same spot, and then it cut to the wide shot with the moon as Ed showed off his fish – oh, the heart-skipping thrill of that! (Also, Stede’s reactions to his story were SO CUTE. So supportive!) And Ed echoing “You wear fine things well” in this way where you can totally tell they both remember that moment so hard and it’s so seared into their minds and hearts and he knows exactly what he’s evoking – ugh, so sweet. The way it’s working on levels – where it’s evoking a romantic memory for them that they’re now in a place to openly acknowledge as romantic, but also functions as a love letter to the fans since the show knows just how pivotal that moment was and how that was sort of the moment that changed everything … it just worked so seamlessly packing an emotional punch (or perhaps the lovely opposite! An emotional hug!) both within the context of the story for the characters and for us. It reminded me a lot of when “Reflecting Light” started playing at the beginning of Luke & Lorelai’s wedding montage in the Gilmore Girls revival. Just that sense of, Hi guys, we see you, we love you, we love this fictional love and it’s so important from the show itself. Idk. I’m a mess! It’s so thoughtful and kind! It feels like being held by your television show!

Ed sidling up to that kiss so pretend-nonchalantly!!!! And that kiss!!!!!!!!! In the moonlight!!!!!!! And Stede wanted to keep kissing!!!!!! Passionate hands in Ed’s beautiful hair!!!!!!! I loved that, like with Pete and Lucius earlier, this scene didn’t just end on the kiss as is often the cinematic tradition, and that it went on to have the handholding and the relationship chat and then just a more general fond chat. I just thought that was so nice. And the whole vibe of them spending the episode apart and then coming together at the end to love on each other and share stories from their day – ugh, what is romance if not that??

Them walking away together chatting fondly instead of sneaking last glances at each other and then going in separate directions like in 1.05!!!!!!!!! The new flag is up!!!!!! Sometimes, just for a bit, everything CAN be perfect, actually. 🥰 David Jenkins & Crew, nobody’s doing it like you. Thanks for the love.

General Thoughts

I MISS ZHENG AND AUNTIE, COME BACK ASAP!

(I also miss The Swede and Spanish Jackie. Come back too!!!)

I’m kind of embarrassed by how heartbroken I feel that we only have three episodes left. I think I wish they’d dropped episodes 2.01&02 together and then done one a week afterward, just because it was such a long wait and it’s going by too fast, nooooo! In particular, I think I would have really liked a break between 2.04 and 2.05 just to really sit with the feeling of Ed and Stede’s relationship mending before it hurtled so beautifully and sweetly forward into another kiss and tentative coupledom. Like, having to wait for 2.05 for a week after 2.04 would have been nice, I think. But I’m just in total fangirl despair because I love this show so much and nothing will ever be like this show again and I’m so terrified we won’t get a third season and so this is just a total emotional mess for me. I wish I was still more of a crier than I am, because I could use a good cry about this one!

I know this is just one small thing in the larger abyss of suffering in the industry right now, but the fact that the cast can’t post about or do interviews about this season as it airs just breaks my heart for them. I feel so keenly, perhaps embarrassingly sad about it. That it was so highly anticipated and made with such love and that they’re having to miss out on this incredibly special time and keep silent, when we don’t know if we’re going to get a third season or know how long the strike is going to go on or if they’ll ever get to talk about the show as it’s airing again, is so god damn sad to me. GREEDY STUDIOS KEEPING THIS STRIKE A NECESSARY ACTION, I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!! FOR A LOT OF REASONS, BUT THIS ONE’S EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND IT STINGS AWFULLY. HOW DARE YOU POISON OFMD SEASON. I hope that the cast are seeing the love they’re getting online and feeling the love in its vast, warm glow. We love you and your glorious work!!!!!!!! Thank you for this love letter in the shape of a perfect season of TV!

This post [that had to be divided into 3 posts on tumblr!] is almost 3,000 words long! 🤪 And I’m sure I forgot to talk about so much! It is incredible to me how much they fit into these half hour episodes. Just a veritable antique shop in the middle of nowhere of riches!

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