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redflagshipwriter · 3 months

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Check Yes (to go on a date with a dead guy) ch3

“So, what’s your deal?” Jason asked, when Danny’s mouth was full of food. “You’re dead, I notice.”

Danny choked. He gave Jason a betrayed look with big blue eyes, a hand clapped over his mouth to contain any mess.

Jason smirked back, unrepentant. “I died once,” he shared. “Got better though.”

“You got be-”

“You were surprised about what it’s like to fight humans,” Jason continued. It was hard not to laugh at the confused outrage on his date’s face. “So that implies you fight someone else? You’re fighting ghosts or something? Or do ghosts have some kinda natural enemy? Vampires or some shit?” He might have been a bit flippant but sue him, it sounded a lot more magical than his daily life.

Danny opened his mouth and no words came out. He looked like he was in pain when he grudgingly admitted, “I do have a lot of beef with this one vampire guy, Vlad.”

Jason threw his head back and laughed. That was such a vampire guy name, what the hell?

“No, no, it’s not funny,” Danny protested. He waved his hands wildly, flinging a bit of bean from his burrito across the roof they were perched on. “He’s also a ghost- well, he’s a half of a ghost, but that’s a long story from when he was in college.”

“The half-ghost vampire has an undergraduate degree?” Jason interrupted. He needed to know what this fucker studied. Was it like, social science? Literature? Theater? That might explain Danny’s implied belief that a theme was an inherent rogue thing. No, wait, business administration?

Danny gave him a withering look. “He’s got a Doctorate.”

Jason flung his hands up in defeat against the world. That made more sense than an undergraduate degree somehow. There was just something about the type of person who got a Doctorate that made them, you know, creeps.

‘Or maybe they’ve just got enough specialized knowledge to act on latent creepiness,’ he mused. ‘...Shit, am I developing an anti education stance? Can I blame this on Crane and Quinn?’

Danny was continuing with his explanation of the vampire’s background. Every word made it nuttier. “He’s a scientist, actually, and the mayor of a small town. And he lives in a cheese mansion.”

This was a sharp divergence from vampire stereotypes and he needed to know everything.

“Is the mansion made of cheese?” Jason interrupted. He was leaning in, intent on every word. Why was this vampire the most interesting man in the world?

He got a weird look for that. “No, it just belonged to the Dairy King,” Danny said, like it was everyday knowledge that you could expect a layperson to have.

“Of course, the Dairy King,” Jason said wisely.

"Enough about me though!" Danny flailed a bit. "How did you get my uh, number?"

Ah. Jason took a big bite to delay while he chose his words.

There was no point in trying to hide his vigilante identity from Danny. The guy probably didn't even understand the concept.

So he might as well top whatever story Danny had.

"The bat guy who taught me all about being a child soldier got grabbed by this group of loser cultists, right?" He gestured in a way that did absolutely nothing to illustrate the situation.

Danny cocked his head. "This is off to a good start."

"They tried to sacrifice him. You gotta remember him - big ugly guy, dressed in black and gray, underwear on the outside of his pants in a way that's never been cool?"

Danny didn't seem to have words, but he lifted his hands to make two ears on top of his head.

He pointed with both hands. "That's the guy," Jason agreed. "At the time, we didn't know what kind of sacrifice it was. We were thinking more along the lines of blood sacrifice?" He shrugged as if the idea of B biting it meant nothing to him.

Danny made a pffft sound of air escaping between his lips. "I tossed him back." He flailed in place. "I- isn't- wasn't that- that was a while ago," he stuttered. "I kinda forgot about him."

"...You got offered a cape, then a few weeks later a bunch of others, and you didn't make a mental connection?" Jason checked.

Danny flushed. "Time doesn't match up between the realms and anyway, I'm really busy!" He crossed his arms and accidentally knocked over his drink. "I've got a lot going on in my life. Anyway, for a ghost?" Danny blew a raspberry. "I'm sorry to break your heart, but none of you dress wild enough to stand out in the Infinite Realms. We've got robot dudes and child pirates and giant eyeballs and stuff." He gave Jason a smug look. It was cute.

Jason acted on impulse and reached out to ruffle Danny's hair. He realized what he was doing too late. His hand froze above Danny's head.

Danny tilted his face up and made an inquisitive sound.

"There was a bug." Jason pulled his hand back. What was wrong with him? He didn't go touching other people just because they were cute. "It flew off."

"...Right," Danny said. "You're being very normal." He seemed delighted by this, the little gremlin. "So. You were a child soldier too?"

Jason nearly fell off his perch.

Danny shrieked a laugh and pointed. "Ha!" He crowed. "I win! I shocked you first!"

"There wasn't a competition!" Jason lied. His face was bright red. It was too late to save face. "What do you mean too?" He demanded. "Were you a child?"

"Somewhat recently," Danny said. He gave Jason a catlike smile. "Adults come from teenagers, teenagers come from kids, kids come from babies. Do you need to know-"

"I know where babies come from." Jason cut him off. He tried to look off put at the way Danny laughed at him but fuck it, it was funny, in a dumb way. "Of course you were a kid, that was silly of me," he admitted. "Ghosts are made from humans, right?"

"Well yes, but actually no," Danny said, philosophical. "Some of us. I was. Other ghosts are made from like, vultures, or ideas."

It kinda seemed like ghost taxonomy was more complicated than he was ready to get into at the moment. Those two things were pretty fuckin disparate.

Jason sighed heavily and picked up his food again, just to have something to do with his hands.

A thought occurred. He didn't let it show on his face but he felt sick to his stomach.

Danny was dead. Danny said he'd been a child recently, and a child soldier.

Someone needed their ass kicked.

Danny: we are having such a whimsical time!

Jason: sirens screaming

#dp x dc #red check yes #dead on main

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gabigabigabby · 6 months

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front row of her dreams | l. norris

lando norris x sainz!reader

part one / two / three

the landosainz saga

a/n: charles lando and lewis on the front row I AM REJOICING AND I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE TOO

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criminalamnesia · 2 years

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Let’s Stay Here

warnings: fluff, not proofread, targaryen!reader, she/her pronouns used, reader is 18+

summary: having been born the second Targaryen daughter, you were used to being overlooked. however, there was one person who always had his eyes on you.

author’s note: this is purely self indulgent. I am obsessed with Harwin. also fuck house of the dragon I’ve got beef with that show now

When Rhaenyra had been named heir to the iron throne, you had been happy for her. Of course you had– you two were sisters, and although born a few years apart, you were close friends.

But with Rhaenyra’s naming, chaos had followed. Whispers in the halls of the Red Keep; sour looks from disapproving lords; passive aggressive comments from the queen.

Some days you felt as though you would explode if you remained in the castle any longer.

So, logically, you began to sneak out.

It was harmless fun at first; just seeing how long you could go without being noticed. The City Watch was relentless with their nightly patrols, and so it became somewhat of a game to evade them.

Over time, you became more bold. You would wear less to disguise yourself. You would stand closer to watchmen. A few times you even swiped trinkets and food from vendors in the street.

As all things do, however, it eventually became boring. What used to be exhilarating became mundane, and you once again ached for excitement. That excitement came in the form of one Ser Harwin Strong.

You knew who he was; his father was hand of the king, after all. And Harwin was certainly memorable by himself. You and Rhaenyra had whispered about him more than a few times before, but she had never been taken with him– not like you had.

So, when you finally spotted him one night in Flea Bottom, patrolling the streets in his armor, you couldn’t resist the urge to test your luck.

Grinning to yourself, you pulled off the torn cap barely hiding you hair and shoved it into the pocket of your trousers. With silver hair on full display, you started your trek towards Harwin.

He had his back turned to you as he walked down an empty alleyway. You cautiously approached, deciding to just walk past him to see if he would notice.

Your shoulder brushed his armor-clad one as you passed him, and instantly the knight reacted. His hand that had been resting upon the pommel of his sword gripped it, beginning to unsheathe the blade.

You just kept walking, until his startled “Princess?” stopped you.

You turned with a smile, curtsying to the knight. You saw as he tried– and failed– to mask a smile.

“Ser Harwin. Lovely night, is it not?” You spoke as if you were out for a stroll in the gardens at the keep. He shook his head, sheathing his sword and dropping his hand to the side.

“Forgive me, princess, but you shouldn’t be out here. Especially not alone.”

You hummed in agreement, nodding your head. “Would you care to accompany me, then? I’ve grown quite bored by myself. I’m sure you would provide great company.”

“Princess, I cannot– I must take you back your quarters.”

“You mustn’t. I am in need of some fresh air and excitement. My quarters have become quite stuffy as of late.”

He looked at you, and you could tell he was torn between his mischievous spirit and his duty. Deciding to make the choice for him, you took a step back.

“Well, Ser Harwin, I understand you must do your duty and return me to safety. However, I fear that you must catch me first. I hope that armor is lighter than it looks,” you teased before turning and running out of the alley. You could hear him curse and then the clanging of armor as he ran after you.

“Stop!” He called out, causing a few heads to turn as he followed you into a crowded street.

You laughed with glee as you slipped between people, turning your head every so often to catch a glimpse of Harwin’s gold cloak far behind.

As you rounded a corner, you were met with a dead end. You turned to leave, only to be met with the armor of a city watchman once again.

Looking up, you grinned as Harwin scowled.

“Hello again, Ser. It seems you’ve caught me.”

“It seems I have,” he grumbled, reaching for your arm. You willingly gave it to him, watching as his hand grasped your bicep. His grip wasn’t tight– but it certainly wasn’t lax, either.

He began to steer you back towards the castle, and you sighed. You easily could’ve evaded him longer than you had– you’d been doing it for years. However, maybe a part of you had wanted him to catch you.

Harwin had always been kind to you and Rhaenyra. He wasn’t like the other lords at court– he wasn’t fawning over your sister and vying for her hand. He was watching from afar– occasionally up close– and his focus wasn’t on her. It was on you.

“Forgive me if I speak out of turn, Princess,” he begins, and you nod your head absentmindedly. “But I cannot believe that the red keep could be so bad that you have to sneak out every night.”

You stopped, causing Harwin to tug slightly on your arm as he took another step. At your halt, he turned and looked at you with a grin.

“You can’t think you’ve gotten through the streets so safely all these years without help, Princess. I am better at my job than you think.”

“Why haven’t you stopped me before?” You questioned, resuming your walk.

“I have… noticed certain things during my time here. Certain things pertaining to you.”

“You’ve been watching me, then?” You replied, to which he chuckled.

“Everyone watches, Princess. Some more closely than others.”

“So it seems,” you responded. The two of you fell silent as Harwin steered you back towards the keep. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he led you right to the secret passage you had used to get out of the castle.

Smiling sheepishly, you removed your arm from his grasp and turned towards the passage. He bowed, giving you a quick “princess” before turning to head back towards the city streets.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Ser Harwin.” You called over your shoulder, causing him to stop mid-step. He didn’t turn, but you heard him chuckle as he continued on. You smiled to yourself as you watched him leave for a moment, before turning and slipping into the passage.

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Your game continued from then on, except you weren’t the only player. You would deliberately search for Harwin, and he would always take you right back to the keep– but you two became closer as time passed. You would drag out your walks to speak to him for just a minute more. He would insist on hiding in the shadows for a moment so he could survey the nearby crowd, only so he could get closer to you in the darkness.

Eventually, you could no longer entertain your nightly trips to the streets of King’s Landing. You were being watched more closely as tensions within the castle rose. It didn’t help that Rhaenyra’s scorned suitors were now turning to you, as their first choice had been wed to Laenor. If they couldn’t have the heir, at least they could still have a Targaryen.

Your father became engrossed in finding you a match– just as he had done for Rhaenyra. Of course, you had already made up your mind on who you wished to wed.

“What are you thinking about?”

Harwin’s rumbling voice broke you from your thoughts of marriage and politics. You smiled as you rolled over in your bed to face the man beside you.

“Marriage,” you replied honestly, closing your eyes as he brushed a strand of silver hair behind your ear.

“Marriage, hm?” He spoke, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. You nodded, your eyes still closed.

“Which lucky lord shall be your husband?” He asked, and you reached your hand up, resting it atop his.

“No decision has been made yet. Perhaps a Lannister? Maybe a Baratheon?”

“You wound me, Princess,” he said, and you giggled as you opened your eyes. He was smiling at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Oh, how about a Tully?”

“Truly, you have no heart,” he told you, to which you laughed. You removed his hand from your cheek, intertwining your fingers.

“Of course I wish to wed you, my love. I could not imagine marrying another.”

“The son of the hand and the daughter of the king. I’m sure the king will be thrilled,” Harwin spoke.

“The king will be thrilled to be rid of me,” you replied, shuffling closer to him. “I am a burden keeping him from focusing on his heir.”

“You,” Harwin said, “are no burden. The king is lucky to have a daughter as great as you.”

“Flattery suits you, Ser Harwin,” you giggled. He chuckled and released you hand in favor of reaching over and pulling you into his chest.

“Tell me more of how great I am.”

“That would take years, Princess,” he responded.

“I have plenty of those.”

Harwin chuckled again, a deep and soothing sound to your ears. You rested your head on his chest as he slipped his fingers through your hair.

“Let’s just stay here forever. No eyes watching. No family quarrels. Just us,” you whispered.

“Just us,” he repeated.

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rosegoldenatlas · 2 months

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They're siblings, your honor

All of the hermits are one great big psychotic family. Here are the roles of the ones I know enough to point out properly and even reasoning. Might make this a foster au BTW.

Xisuma is the father, obviously. But like he's the kind of dad that works night shift just to see his kids more often. He's the kind of dad that adopts kids by pure accident. He's the dad that is always there to give advice and definitely got half of those tips from the internet and the other half from personal experience.

Doc is the eldest child, he was adopted by X because one day he just fucking appeared with his three friends at X's house (its basically a mansion because of how much space he needs to keep all of these kids in check) trying to steal food and supplies. He got caught because he hit his head on a doorframe an it woke up X lol. Doc would be like 17 in the au and he would immediately find a reason to not like Grian.

Beef is one of the people who arrived with Doc, he is on month younger than him and he's the reason X let them stay he night because he immediately invoked pity.

Etho also arrived with Doc, he is two months younger than him and he was supposed to be the only one going in to steal because he knew how to be sneaky but he had no conception of what was needed to survive on the streets so the rest had to join him.

Bdubs was the final person who arrived with Doc and he is a year younger than he rest of the NHO (he came up with the name in the au) Bdubs and Doc have this weird sibling rivalry where they'll have a huge argument over something important then Bdubs will ask for a ride two minutes later and suddenly all is well with the world.

Grian is classic middle child vibes except he's the kind of middle child that causes so many issues that he actually gets attention constantly. When Doc arrived (Grian was adopted a year before Doc was) he immediately accidentally broke Doc's robotics project he had been working on since before they met. Immediately he realized he effed up while Scar was only scared because Grian was. Grian is like 15 btw

Scar is three weeks younger than Grian and he is the kid who always gets in trouble for the most obscure things in school. Like comes home early cause he was suspended for creating a pyramid scheme for monster energy drinks kind of obscure. Also he has scammed most of his adoptive siblings out of their allowances.

Cub is Scars twin in this, he helped with all of the scams and pyramid schemes. But he never gets caught. Nobody knows how but he never got into trouble in school even though he sold pens that had test answers written on a piece of paper in them.

Cleo is 17 in this, she is the on who is put in charge of the house when X is gone because the NHO was deemed irresponsible after the incident which ended with Grian, Scar and Mumbo locked in a closet with the NHO taunting them through the door. Cleo is the only child who owns a car and the one who is consistently begged to drive people places. She has since used this to her advantage and now has the others pay by the mile.

Ren is younger than Cleo but is older than Mumbo, he apparently knew Doc before they were adopted and was adopted first. Ren is the classic theatre kid and does drama after school every Wednesday and Friday. One time he was supposed to watch the younger kids because X was at work, Cleo was shopping and the NHO group was doing stuff. This ended with X coming back to Ren about to be sent to exile (the yard) because he had crowned himself as king of the house and the TV remote was his magic scepter and he wouldn't let anyone else switch the channel.

Mumbo is a year younger than Ren and he used to be considered the most mature, for all of five minutes until he started doing things, these include; making a custom lock on his door out of rubber bands and twine which proceeded to somehow work two whole times before it ripped the doorknob out of the door, making a semi sentient robot out of an old furby and a gameboy, naming it Grumbot then adopting it with Grian, and then accidentally setting his curtains on fire while he was testing a homemade microwave because he wants one in his room but couldn't afford to buy one.

Pearl is the same age as Grian in this, she is labeled the demon child by every other sibling except for Gem and Cleo but she embraces the title. She is called this because she is known to bring dangerous animals into the house and her room is half full of terrariums and tanks of animals. She has brought in multiple spiders and snakes from outside and kept them as pets, she also has a running joke of taping objects to the ceiling so they're upside down. Her biggest prank was attaching everything in grians room to the ceiling including his bed and nobody except Doc, Cleo and Pearl herself know how it happened.

Joel is somewhere between Grians age and Bdubs' age. He is known for getting caught while pranking people in the house consistently. Which is a good thing because most of his pranks will end in something catching fire. He has started multiple cults and has convinced people to give him money to 'support the religion' He makes way too much money from it because he has multiple siblings convinced that the made up gods are real. He uses this money to buy insane amounts of Lego's to build with. He shares them sometimes. He also has a girlfriend at his school (Lizzie) and also whatever odd thing with his friend (Sausage bc c!Joel is probs poly) whom he has 'joint custody' over a small child they babysit sometimes.

That's all of the hermits in the au, here is all of their age in order of oldest to youngest ig

Xisuma (32)

Doc (18)

Beef (18)

Etho (18)

Cleo (17)

Bdubs (17)

Ren (17)

Joel (16)

Mumbo (16)

Grian (15)

Pearl (15)

Cub (14)

Scar (14)

And here is the order in which they were adopted;

Cleo & Ren

[Two months later]

Grian & Scar

[One week later]

Cub

[Three months later]

Pearl

[Two and a half weeks later]

Mumbo

[The next day]

Joel

[Seven months later]

Doc, Beef, Etho & Bdubs

Here is how/ why they were adopted.

Cleo and Ren were both originally foster kids and X was fostering them. They were about to age out of the system and be forced to live without any real help so X offered to adopt them.

Grian and Scar were runaways from their sucky homes and survived on the streets for a total of three days before X found them while he was at a picnic with Cleo and Ren. He took them in pretty quick.

Cub was actually Scars friend from school who tutored him sometimes, while staying over for dinner one night X asked about his home life. Cub explained that he had been emancipated and lived on his own. X offered to let Cub stay for a bit and Cub never really left.

Pearl just appeared in X's yard one day trying to catch a frog who had hopped into it. X was trying to find out where her parents were and she just sat there very confused on the concept of a parent and she claimed she had just appeared in existence one day. X was going to put her in the foster system but decided to just adopt her.

Mumbo was a kid up for adoption that Grian knew and Grian spent about three weeks convincing X to adopt him before X finally agreed.

Joel was found injured am knocked out in the forest one day and a pink haired girl (Lizzie) carried him over to the first safe looking house and knocked on the door. She was let in until Joel woke up, Joel said he was from space and X had decided that wasn't the weirdest story he's been told and yoinked him. X was close to adopting Lizzie until he found out Lizzie already had parents.

Doc, Beef, Etho and Bdubs were lab escapees who were apparently tested on in a shut down lab a few towns over. They had been living on the streets for a few months before they were caught trying to steal from Xisumas kitchen at five in the morning. They were adopted instantly.

Should I write this as a multi POV book of one shots from the same universe and put it on ao3? This is an idea just now occurring to me.

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ottosbigtop · 3 months

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Hey trolls fandom may I offer you a concept for Poppy’s other parent. May I offer you a jaded old queen. His name is Vito.

I got brain blasted with the concept and I wanted to doodle him for fun. He goes missing during the Bergen attack that Viva went missing in (not through the exact same one that got Viva snatched though, something that causes him to be completely isolated from everyone.)

So like. Trolls 4 where King Peppy tells Poppy about her secret lost dad and they go and find him. But he’s old and jaded and tired and like half of the movie is her and Viva playing matchmaker for their old dads who are beefing with each other (Vito is beefing with Peppy because of. Idk. Insert trolls level writing contrivance here.) Dreamworks hire me to put gay trolls in your next movie.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls poppy #trolls king peppy #trolls oc #art :0]#this post is brought to you by me getting my friend to binge the three movies. peace and love!

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mpregfrance · 5 months

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APH South Italy/Romano Headcanons 🇮🇹

(SFW, Spamano/RomaSpa centric)

He wears a lot of jewelry, but it's classy never flashy. Several rings, one of which is engraved with an 'A' for Antonio. Usually wearing at least a solid gold chain and a crucifix.

He's very Catholic, in a uniquely Italian way (iykyk i cannot elaborate)

He smokes like a chimney, high quality cigars and cheap cigarettes. If you ask him to put it out he will blow it right at you. This is on top of heavy cologne (Versace Eros) so you can smell him from a mile away.

Certified Short King™, maybe around 5'7? I can see him with almost any sort of physique, that being said I don't think he's a twink, he at least has some wiry strength. He's lean but solidly built, maybe even has some pudge esp as he ages?

He's very warm toned. His skin is a light olive, not pale yet not quite bronze. He tans well but isn't tan all year round. Honestly he probably uses tanning beds during winter lmao

He's got a fair amount of body hair and often leaves his shirts unbuttoned to display this, intentionally or not. He's a sharp dresser when out in public, but at home he sits around in sweat stained tanks and boxers.

He loves his red wine, and apertifs. Grappa or Sambuca for something a stronger. Doesn't mind the taste of hard liquor at all. Definitely holds his alcohol better than his brother or Antonio.

Loves sailing and yachting, leisure sports. Has a bit of a gambling habit. Not to a destructive point, just in good fun.

When he's in a good mood he hums to himself and you might even catch him singing if he thinks he's alone.

Dances to Dean Martin in the kitchen with Antonio. He actually likes cooking together. Normally he'd be the type of person to hate others in his space while doing something, but Toni is an equally talented chef so he allows it.

Makes a big pot of sauce and polpette on Sundays. Italians will know. Eats wayyyy too much meat than is healthy. You can pry his salumi out of his cold dead hands.

He's sensitive and not always rational - the type to make mountains out of molehills and deflect real issues with humour. Explosive temper. Born to argue. Quick to throw insults (and hands). Just as quick to forgive and forget. If he holds a grudge you really fucked up.

If he likes you, he'll tease you and call you names. If he doesn't, he won't bother to talk to you much. He likes to fuck with people to an extent but has little patience for unnecessary conversation.

He can be extremely condescending; and to Tonio exclusively, extremely sweet. He's a smooth talker and romantic when he feels like it, laying on the pet names and sweet nothings, especially when he wants something in return.

He's honest and loyal, but generally a very private person. It's difficult to earn his trust and get on his good side but once you have it you're one of the lucky few. He's hospitable and generous and often does that for show. Loves to give meaningful and lavish gifts. If he cares about someone not only will they be spoiled in a material sense, but he'll do favors for them to make their life easier.

(note: this might be controversial re; accuracy but i don't actually have beef with his canon human name. 'lovino isn't a real name' well yes and no. it's not common or representative. but there's so much variety in italian naming that it certainly could be a first name. according to forebears there are 259 ppl named lovino on record but only 9 are in italy lol. or u could just call him ~romano~ which is a more popular human first name. i kinda like lovino, its unique.)

#can we just retcon his chibi arc im talking about adult romano here #no ship hate pls #can you tell from this post that my dad is italian #aph south italy #hws south italy #aph romano #hws romano #spamano #romaspa #hetalia headcanons

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drops-of-moonlights · 3 months

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Next with the redesigns we get to the WarioWare cast! which oh god there's so many people here what the fuck! anyways! Here we have basically the cast of the og with two from later games. The Warioware cast designs are peak so not a lot is changed, but hey, I still changed some things, so let's get to them! (shoutout to the official WarioWare website it was so useful!)

Mona and Joe are the easiest since they keep themselves more or less the same - still the deliverywoman extraordinaire and her lovable boss. Mona here like everyone else is a bit older - a college student, majoring in archaeology, and has upgraded from a scooter to a motorcycle (quite literally upgraded, Crygor took her scooter and turned it into a bike). Joe keeps himself more or less the same, except a bit afraid of losing the best employee he ever had.

The man with the beat Jimmy T and the silly lil alien, Orbulon! With the former I just added some stars on his pants and also gave him melanin, because frankly the bright colors work better with darker skintones and the Mario cast is pale as milk, some variety is nice. for Orbulon I just put him in his human disguise's cute little minidress, because we stan a gender-non-conforming king. Fun trivia: Jimmy has beef with Waluigi over who has the better dance moves. They get along otherwise but if there's dancing happening it is ON. SIGHT.

Diamond Taxi's speed demons, Dribble and Spitz! I similarly didn't change much, just more detail on shoes, Dribble wearing his coveralls differently, and their earrings, which are actually their wedding rings, because look at me in the eyes and tell me these two aren't fucking. that's right you can't. Spitz finally got to publish his novel! It's doing better than Dribble expected.

Mad Scientist and Beleaguered Karaoke Robot Assistant Duo, Crygor and Mike! The levels at which Crygor is a cyborg vary SO OFTEN I just gave him the full helmet, a robotic left hand and a robotic foot. Mike I only changed up a smidge and changing his face to an LED display for better emoting. Still Penny's loving grandfather, he's gently trying to steer her towards a focus on the mechanics rather than chemistry, believing that she can achiever her idol dreams without having to rely on questionable homemade beverages. Mike on the other hand encourages to focus more on chemistry out of the selfish desire she can make a drink that will give HIM a perfect singing voice lol.

Nintendo Fanatics 9-Volt and 18-Volt! For fun I gave them the real names of Nikola and Edison. Now middle schoolers, they still enjoy skating and Nintendo games. I did the same with 18-Volt as what I did with Jimmy T. 9-Volt's helmet is more clearly a firefighter helmet - it's his dad's old model that he gifted to him.

And to finish it off, Kat and Ana! I wanted both of them to have more unique color palletes, and as a further distinction Kat has freckles. Like the rest they're a bit older, now elementary-school kids, and while he's not in this post they also get along a LITTLE better with Leo.

#Drops's Art #Drops's Super Mario #WarioWare #Mona #Joe #Jimmy T #Orbulon #Dribble #Spitz #Dr. Crygor #Mike (WarioWare)#9-Volt #18-Volt #Kat (WarioWare)#Ana (WarioWare)

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I wanna eat it. * Points camera at Jimin * Arrest me. Do Cardio with Me/Grunts. Do you want Rameyon? Rabbit spit is spicy. I want you. I will give him a kiss. I can handle it. Yes, he can handle it. Jungkook you're no joke. You liked being tied up, don't lie. Runs fingers through hair, breathes heavily, licks lips before wishing his bro a happy birthday. Hickeys, neck biting, neck kissing, ear sucking, tiddy slapping, thigh pinching, crotch footsie, hand licking, neck stradelling, hands all up on each other's asses at every opportunity. You like me that much? I'm shameless, so is that why you like me more? Jk starring Jimin down when he tied his own hands up and was being walked around on a leash. Both getting in each other's face & lip space, inching closer and closer til one backs off, multiple times. What are they even doing? If they haven't acted on it, I know they both got blue balls because of all the teasing they been doing & basically daring the other to just go for it & come and get it already.

For real hun

Arrest me.....

Like which bro says that to his bro free me

It's even more disturbing when we've seen Jimin creep out and cringe hard at other members trying to flirt with him. He be hitting them with the don't do that. And I recall two members almost washing out their mouths with soap after an accidental kiss

Pretty sure I'll get burnt at the stake if I said to my sister, Arrest me. Yet they want us to believe two bros would have no problem saying that to eachother.

I want you- then Jimin giggles and tells him that sound isn't good if people hear him say that- dude knew Jungkook wasn't thinking of him as a brother when he was saying that shit. Why warn him off if it's harmless and most important of all STRAIGHT.

Jungkook is bent on being gay with Jimin. Yall should call a spade a spade. He means that shit from his gay chest when he says them and he understands what it means to flirt with a man yet he does it anyway no matter how bad you want him to present a clean hyper straight facade.

Let's eat ramen- GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR HORNY GAY ASS

We ate beef- yea sure. Get all that meat King. Beat it up eat it up catch all that bull meat charge it up add that gizzard lips to it munch on it lick your finger sprinkle the fruits on top of it and get away with it cos the naive straight bunch have no clue what the fuck you talking about.

And if we say anything then suddenly we are the crazy ones

How a bunch of boys who grew up together even develop the desire to play flirt with one another is troubling to me not gonna lie

I have female besties I've known since kindergarten- one tried to grope me while we shared a bed and that disgusted me to the core cos I will never with her she's a sister at this point and so so so so not my type LIKE AT ALL.

The only way I can flirt like that with a friend is if I harbored romantic feelings about them from the very start or if I never thought of them as "friends" but as potential suitors

It's wrong to give each other a boner in the name of "fanservice" cos at the end of the day blue balls a bitch, bitch

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 5 months

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Fit for a King - "Jealousy looks good on you, Colonel" (dual POV)

Fit for a King - Masterlist

After the incident last week, König is pent up, all he can think about is f*cking Müller and it’s making him uneasy, so he snaps at people and is a grumpy mess in general. It really doesn’t help that she is becoming friends with one of the other recruits. Müller has got enough of this and a plan to get the Colonel up and working properly again before their next mission… (5.5k words)

a/n: this got kinda long, but i wanted to give them the proper first time they deserved... also we love a good switch moment around here

(NSFW under the cut, explicit scenes)

König POV:

I’m so wound tight I can’t even think straight. All I can think about is Müller and her perfect fucking pussy. But I restrained myself from visiting her again because well… it didn’t fucking help the last time. Tasting her again, feeling her come against my mouth, just made everything worse. Ich bin so knietief in der Scheiße (I’m so knee-deep in shit). The others that are getting on my nerves are not helping either. Horangi buggers me to talk about what happened last week (and with who), Ridgeback is on my ass because of the next mission and one of the recruits keeps hanging around Müller which is driving me up the wall. And I can’t let any of this get to me.

Today is training day and all of the old and new operators are running drills, Horangi and I are riding them hard, not letting up on the tempo. They’re currently crawling through the mud on the obstacle course, the people leading in the race already climbing up the ropes of the tower. With satisfaction I see Müller amongst them, right beside Aksel and the other new recruit, I think, his name is Santos. Spanish dude specialized in bomb defusal. When I see him, he’s almost always talking to her. A thing that was hard to ignore before, but keeps grinding my gears, the closer I get to her. He’s more like the guy she should be with. Younger, easy to talk to, handsome (definitely not hiding under a mask if he doesn’t have to), makes the others laugh (definitely making Müller laugh as well), shit like that.

Not like her Colonel who was perving on her before, who behaved like a total asshole when he first met her, almost turned her into human mush when he ran into her. Who basically stalked her, ever since… she turned up here. Whose idea to give her comfort was to finger her until she came in his arms. Which was totally selfish even if I told myself that it was just for her pleasure. Who did the same shit again when begging to eat her out. Who made her come until sweet hot tears streamed down her face. And who dreamt of nothing more than making her take his dick. And whose guilt is eating him up right now.

Now I’m standing here, barking orders at the team because that’s what I know how to do. That’s where I’m most comfortable.

Horangi leans to me: “I think, we can let them to the feed trough, huh, Köni?” Köni. He always calls me that. And after all this time I stopped trying to dissuade him from this pet name. It’s kind of endearing, really. “Fine.”, I grunt, then I call out to them. “Feeding time!” They all scramble to get to the mess tent first, to get something to eat. Gulasch is on the menu today, a beef stew from Hungary which always reminds me of home because it was one of the dishes my grandma made regularly on Sundays. I sigh. And follow them. My eyes are on Müller again in an instant. She’s standing in line, with Santos and Aksel, and they’re all chatting and laughing. I hear her contagious laughter which makes me smile, but nobody sees anyway how the sides of my mouth turn up. She’s sweating and there’s dirt all over her arms and front, her cheeks have a slight red tint to them from the physical exertion which looks oh so similar to the blush that covers her face when she’s all hot and bothered. Verdammt noch mal (Damnit).

Her laugh chimes up again and then I see her touching Santos’ arm for just a moment and the glance they exchange… It’s been a while since I felt the ravaging of jealousy in my gut, but it’s familiar enough, and I have to slowly breathe through it to calm myself down. Get a grip of yourself. This woman doesn’t owe you anything. It’s all in your head, du Hund (you dog). She thought you fucking hated her for the first few weeks that she was here. “What’s gotten into you, Colonel?”, I hear Horangi’s voice from right beside me. He only calls me Colonel to get on my nerves, it infuriates me even more (have I mentioned how fucking unlikeable I am even to the people that like me?). I shoot him a look and he just laughs. He knows not to take me too seriously, ever. “God damn, who were you looking at with those eyes? I don’t see any dead bodies.”, he just keeps on joking and follows my gaze that strays back to Müller, Santos and Torvald. Because I can’t stop looking at her. They’re laughing again and the faint sound of her laughter dissipates my frown, even if it’s somebody else that’s making her laugh.

“Why would you…” His sentence trails off as the gears in his head are turning. “Has that something to do with… last week?”, he asks. “When, you know-“ I shoot him another look in hope to make him stop speaking. It does not work. ”Müller?! Are you fucking kidding?”, he says, way too loud for my liking. “Keep your voice down, G’schissener (shithead).”, I press through clenched teeth. He looks at me incredulously. “오 젠장 (oh shit), for real? Fraternizing… you?!“, he asks. I don’t dignify it with an answer, ignoring him completely now, but my eyes rest on her again. He just giggles, and I sigh deeply. I’m so knee-deep in shit. Who could’ve thought that the mouse really can fell the tree?

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I don’t need to look around to know that his eyes are on me. Every time I find him in my point of view, our gazes meet because he’s already there, watching me. And it shouldn’t get me all hot and bothered. But those gazes are the only thing I get. He’s avoiding me otherwise after he visited me last week. I try to play it down like it might have been a one-time thing, but then I catch him looking at me again and the way I heat up under his gaze alone… It can’t be a one-off. Also, when he cornered me and told me what he wanted to do to me, he didn’t stop at eating me out. So, why would he now? The last few days I’ve kind of waited to get cornered by him again, for him to steal me away in a moment when we both can’t take it anymore and just need to rip each other’s clothes off. But that didn’t happen. Quite the opposite. He avoided me at every possibility.

My eyes scan the line behind me and there he is. Standing tall, half a head taller than everybody else. Horangi is right beside him and he’s all upbeat and chatty (a state I’ve only ever seen König in when he’s drunk or fighting), but the man himself looks like Drei-Tage-Regenwetter (a term I still remember quite fondly from my German lessons because three-day-rain is nothing for a norse men, but apparently, they don’t like weather like that on the continent). Oh, he’s in a bad mood and we’re on the other end of it, feeling the effects in today’s drills. When we make eye contact, the familiar tingles erupt all over my body and even across the distance I feel the heat in his stare.

Aksel chuckles beside me. “What has gotten up the Colonel’s ass?”, he comments. More like who’s ass has he not gotten into. I think to myself. That’s pent-up sexual frustration if I’ve ever seen it. “I got my ass handed to me yesterday.”, Santos pipes up. “In training. I actually thought he was gonna rip me a new one.” He shakes his head, but his grin doesn’t falter. “It made me so nervous, I actually cut the wrong wire. Which only made him madder.” We laugh. “Oh no, Santos.”, I say as I’m still laughing. “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.” He just grins at me. “Ah don’t worry, if I can defuse bombs when the literal diavolo is spewing insults at me, I can do anything.” My eyebrows shoot up as his words register. Goddamn, the literal devil. Man, I don’t want to get on his bad side. I glance at him and his eyes – again – are already on me. But, oh boy, do I want to get on his good side.

“I’m gonna talk to him later.”, I simply say. The two men look at me in disbelief. “Like what?”, Aksel wants to know. I shrug. “I don’t know, ask him what’s going on. We can’t have him wired up like this when we’re about to go on a mission next week – which he is going to lead.” – “Greit, du blir gal. Maybe try it after he had a few drinks and is babbling Austrian nonsense.”, Aksel suggests. I laugh, a hollow sound that doesn’t reach my eyes. I know when someone’s drinking away their troubles, I’ve been there before. “Good idea.”, I just say.

Tracking him down at this time of night is not difficult. If he’s not drinking with Horangi, he’s training in the gym. So that’s where I’m headed as I didn’t find him at the bar, with a plan in mind that doesn’t really involve that much talking. I’m taking initiative for once, because it seems like he won’t do it despite being all wired-up and grumpy.

I enter the gym and as I thought, there isn’t anybody here except him. He turns around at the sound of the door and stops in his tracks as he sees me. “Colonel.”, I greet him. “What are you doing here, Müller?”, his voice is thick with exertion and something else entirely. “I wanted to talk to you.”, I tell him as a half-truth. Oh, I want to do so much more than just talk to him. “What do you want to talk about?”, he asks, sounding a bit hesitant. He’s still just standing there, in short gym shorts and a grey tanktop that shows off his arms and the tattoos on them. Even when training he has his mask on. Does he ever take that thing off?

“Jealousy looks good on you, Colonel.”, I tease him as I come a few steps closer. “Not jealous.”, he rumbles. “No?”, I ask. “Then I was imagining the whole ordeal with Santos today?” He doesn’t even look at me, his eyes are fixed on the ground before him as he mumbles something in german. “What?” – “I said, it was nothing, I’m sorry, okay?”, he deflects. “So, you weren’t at all mad when I talked to Santos and Aksel today?” His head whips in my direction when I say Alejandro’s name. Bingo. I take another step towards him, just inches between us now. “And the bad mood you’re in ever since last week doesn’t have anything to do with… sexual frustration?” Boldly, I put my hand on his chest, slowly trailing down his abs. He catches my wrist, his eyes boring into me with a stare of pent-up frustration and lust. “What’re you doing?”, he asks, leaning down a bit. The slight menace in his voice only spurs me on. “Doing what I waited for you to do the whole week.”, I tell him with a sultry smile. I pull my hand from his grip and get the chair that is always standing in the corner and nobody ever sits on. Until now.

“What are you doing?”, he repeats his question from before as I set down the chai beside him. “Relieving some of the built-up tension that clearly has you on edge.”, I say calmly as my hands move to his shoulders as I stand behind him, massaging lightly, and it’s like flicking a switch as soon as my palms dig into the tensed-up muscles. He relaxes against my touch, groaning ever so slightly. “Let me take care of you, okay?”, I whisper moving to his front, my hands squeezing all the tense spots as I trail them along. When I look up at him again, the frustration has already dissipated a little bit, curiosity shining through the pent-up lust. I can’t help but smile at him a little bit, then I take a step back. I look down, seeing the way his shorts are tented, and my smile turns into a smirk.

“Pants off.”, I tell him. “But-“, he tries to protest, yet I interrupt him with the click of my tongue. “Pants off, Colonel.” He strips without hesitation, letting the shorts fall down to the floor and- he doesn’t even have anything on underneath. My eyes drop down of their own volition and they snap back up in an instant when I see his dick. He’s grinning at me, even through the mask it’s obvious. It only gets more prominent at my reaction. My god, I must look like a deer in headlight, the way my eyes widened. I mean, I knew he would be big like the rest of him. I felt him against me before. But my god. I don’t think he’s going to fit.

I clear my throat. “Sit.”, I tell him, just as he told me a few days ago in the van. He takes a few steps back until his calves hit the chair and he takes a seat, leisurely leaning back, his thighs spread, his dick hard, resting against his shirt-clad stomach. The way he casually sits there, looking at me with the confidence of a man who just made someone’s chin drop over the size of his dick, the macho-esque attitude shouldn’t be this fucking hot.

The cockiness in his expression falters a bit as I pull out the rope I had hidden in the waistband on the back of my pants. “Arms to the chair.”, I order him, and after a slight hesitation he follows suit. I tie his arms to the side of the chair, taking my time with the knot on each side, making sure it’s not too tight, but tight enough to keep him strapped to it. I mean, we both know that tying him to a chair with just some black rope doesn’t really restrain him, but he still accepts it.

I bend towards him, so that my boobs almost hit him in the face, and whisper into his ear: “Being so good for me.” He thrashes against his restraints and I know he could escape them. He totally could. But it doesn’t seem like he wants to. I straighten up again, looking at him, relishing the way his shoulder muscles tense and even through the shirt I can see the way his abs and pecs move with every rugged breath. His gaze is on my face as I strip my own pants and then the panties. I let his eyes follow me over to his shorts and bend down, stretching down enough to show off my ass and flash him my pussy. “Fuck.”, he grunts and the rope around his arms is aching under the strain he’s putting it through. I put my panties in the pocket of his shorts and as I straighten back up and strut in his direction, I tease him: "For later, right?" His breath goes fast and ruggedly, but he doesn’t answer.

I come closer and closer until I'm standing over his right thigh. I lay my hands on his shoulders and from the way he's looking at me, he's totally enraptured by what I'm doing. And that's before I take my seat on his thigh, my already embarrassingly wet pussy against his firm muscles. He groans and his head rolls back as I roll my hips tentatively, once, then another time. "You feel so good underneath me.", I whisper to him while my hand trails down his stomach, itching to finally touch his dick. He's had his fingers inside me twice already, he made me come with his mouth, but I didn't get to play with him yet, so I'm going to take my time.

I drag a finger over the tip that is already leaking pre-cum, and not just his cock, but his whole body twitches. I repeat the movement a few times, then bring my finger to my mouth and lick his arousal off it. Taste him like he tasted me. He almost whines, his eyes fixed on my lips. Maybe I enjoy sucking on my own finger right now, putting the idea of sucking him to the forefront of his mind, and maybe I also enjoy it a little bit too much with the way it's making him squirm in the chair.

I release it with a pop, then I drag the digit, now wet with my spit, over his whole shaft. "Fuck, you're killing me.", he grunts, soft sounds and held back moans rising up his throat. "Hmm, the whole last week I imagined what it would feel like to finally touch you... To take you in my mouth...", I tell him as my fingers close around his dick and I oh so slowly start to move them up and down his length. His eyes flutter shut and his hips jerk up, pushing into my hand impatiently. “You want it faster, huh?”, I tease him, and he nods with a heavy swallow which makes me chuckle. I let go of him for just a moment and he groans again, another jerk of his hips. “So impatient…”, I say with a little ‘tsk-tsk’, then I lick my hand to make it more slippery. I grip him again, barely reaching around his dick with my fingers. I jerk him off with hard strokes, trying to find a rhythm with his desperate movements. Holding onto his shoulders with the other arm, I start to move myself, grinding on his thigh in the same tempo. Almost like I’m riding him, just not quite where he’d want me to be.

“Oh fuck, I never thought I’d be jealous of my own thigh.”, he mumbles which pulls a giggle from my lips. “Well, as I already said, jealousy looks good on you.” I twist my hand around his dick, going up and down his length, while I hump his thigh, dragging my pussy over his hard muscles, relishing the friction against my clit. “You’d like me to ride something else rather than your thigh, huh?”, I tease him, moaning as I roll my hips again. He nods desperately. “Please, oh fuck-“, he breathes harshly. His eyelids flutter as I squeeze his cock harder.

It is intoxicating to see him at my mercy like this. And from the way he looks at me, he seems to enjoy it as well, his gaze all hazy and fixed on me, almost begging. I let go of him and stand up, a stain of wetness left on his thigh. He whimpers and that fucking sound sends a shiver of arousal down my spine. "I'm going to fuck you now." I straddle his lap, lowering myself onto his dick. We both groan in unison as we’re close like this for the first time, and then I start to move, grinding on him like I did his thigh before. “Wait, wait a second.”, he suddenly says. I stop in an instant, searching for his eyes. “Is it save? I don’t want to… you know.”, he whispers, searching my expression with worry, not finishing his sentence. I nod softly. “I had my tubes tied a long time ago. So don’t worry.”, I tell him, adding: “And I’m clean.” He takes a labored breath. “Okay, me too…” He halts for a second. “I didn’t want to… ruin the mood or anything, I just… had to ask.” My hand reaches for his face, laying where is cheek must be under the fabric of the hood. Realising that this is the first time I actually touched him like that. His breath hitches, then he relaxes again, snuggling ever so slightly into my touch. “You didn’t, it’s good we talked about it.”, I say, in earnest. His gaze is pulling me in and I could have stayed like this forever. Forget about everything else. Maybe also wishing that we were somewhere – someone – else. Boring, save civilians. With normal jobs. Not mercenaries. Normal people with normal problems. Not soldiers with more baggage than they can carry, even between the two of them.

“Then please, woman, fuck me.”, he asks, with hoarse desperation. I smirk at him. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” I pull back a bit, grabbing his dick to position him at my entrance. Slowly I sit back down as he pushes into me, inch by inch. “Oh fuck.”, this time from my lips. He stretches me out way beyond what I’m used to and suddenly I’m glad that I’m so embarrassingly wet already. “I don’t think I can-“ – “You can.”, he interrupts me. “You’re doing so well for me, taking my dick like this. Come on, Liebes.” His praise washes over me and I timidly move my hips to get him to fit. I’m finally sitting on his lap again, this time with him fully seated inside me. “All good?”, he asks softly as my head falls onto his shoulder. “Yes, just… so… full.”, I breathe. He chuckles lightly, a sound that I’m positively addicted by now. I roll my hips, slowly starting to find a rhythm. He huffs and groans, straining against the ropes again. “My god, you’re so fucking tight, you’re gonna make me burst.” My movements get more confident as I slide up and down his length, coming back down hard, which hits spots inside me that make me moan with every pass. “You sound so fucking good.” His mumbled praise spurns me on, so I’m fucking him harder, skin slapping against skin as I jerk myself down on his cock. Our moans intermingle, echoing on the walls of the gym and I can feel how my wetness coats him, spreading over his lap as he pushes inside me. His chin drops down to his chest, his eyes fixed on the spot where we are connected. I slow down a bit, my hands digging into his shoulders as I fuck him slowly. Up until he almost slips out of me, then down again, feeling his whole length deep inside me. He groans as his dick pushes into me over and over again, my pussy stretching around him. “Fuck, this- ach du schei-“, he curses softly, his gaze not straying away, as he pulls on his restraints. "Please, I need to touch you.", he pleads, the whole chair aching by now. “Please, let me touch you.” – “I can’t deny you when you beg so prettily.”, I coo which only elicits a less than satisfied grunt from his throat, that makes me giggle a little bit.

I free his right hand, and I don't even get to the other one, because he's faster, and with that he already picked me up and I could only hold onto his shoulders, as he carries me over to the training mattresses. The very same I threw him down into, just a few weeks back. Seems like forever ago now. I’m getting pushed onto his dick with every single one of his heavy steps. “You little brat.”, he rumbles. “Teasing me like that…” His right hand comes down on my ass cheek, spanking me, just once but hard. I yelp in surprise, but it turns into a moan when he presses inside me again, bottoming me out. He’s carrying me so casually like I weigh nothing. “When all I want to do is fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”, he growls. I want to retort something cheeky like ‘Oh, you seemed to enjoy it plenty.’, but he drops onto the mattresses and sets me down in front of him.

"König!", I squeal, yet he doesn't even wait a second until he starts fucking me into the ground. "Yes, Liebes?", he grunts between two pushes of his hips as he sits back on his knees. This position hits me deep inside, stretching me around his dick deliciously. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me against him with every stroke and all the possible answers get drowned out by the flow of moans from my lips. Oh, how the script has flipped and now I'm at his mercy, getting jerked on his cock as he pleases, deep, hard, with a force that almost makes it painful to take him, even with how wet I am. Incoherent ramblings are the only thing I can manage right now as he hits the sensitive spot inside me, over and over and over again. "Oh, don't say you can't take it after teasing me so mercilessly, Prinzessin?", he playfully mocks me - the gremlin voice coming out to play - as one of his hands trails up my body until it closes around my neck. Leave it to the human battering ram to make this kind of missionary into the most intense position I ever had sex in.

I look up at him, his mask moving with every snap of his hips. It’s a miracle that it stays on like that. His eyes find mine and I think I don’t ever want to look up at somebody else. Fuck, the way he looks at me while fucking me rough like this, it makes me want to burst. I don’t think anybody else could compare anymore. The waves of arousal tear me from my thoughts before I can dwell on them for too long. “You like that, huh?”, he asks me, his voice all gravelly. And I just nod, unable to do anything else than just take what he’s giving me. I’m already all fucked out and my vision blurs as hot tears stream down my cheeks, and he squeezes my neck ever so slightly as he pulls my whole body against him. I can feel the orgasm coming on swiftly, building up with every roll off his hips. The room is filled with his grunts, my moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the erotic noise stoking my arousal.

"Oh, you’re taking my dick like such a good girl.", he coos, not letting up on the rhythm. The praise washes over me and pushes me over the edge. I come around him, high sighs filling the room until his hand clasps over my mouth drowning out the noise. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good.", he presses out between two heavy breaths as he fucks me through my orgasm. He rolls his hips one more time, then he spills inside me, filling me up with his cum. He slumps down on top of me, still inside me, and the only sound is our intermingled heavy breaths. His weight on me is heavy, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

I find my voice again first. "That was... Fuck." I mean, that's almost an English sentence. I have an excuse though, I just got my brains fucked out in the most delicious way. "Fucking torture.", he says gruffly, finishing my sentence, and it's clear he's referring to when I had him strapped to the chair. I chuckle as my hands reach for him, desperate for his comfort and warmth. "So, a new torture method you say? Maybe I can get some of the targets to talk like this.", I joke breezily, taking a jab at him and his little jealousy spree today. He shoots me a glare that says 'don't start, missy'. "I don't think that is in accordance with the rules, Mü-" He wants to say my name, but I stop him, putting a finger over the mask where his mouth should be. "My name is Karina.", I tell him. He looks at me all confused for a moment. "Well, people who've had me on my back, get to call me on a first name basis.", I repeat to him back his words. That's all it takes to pull a hearty laughter from him and I can't help but grin like an idiot. "Very well, Karina.", he says then with a twinkle in his eyes. He rolls off me, giving my hip a little spank as he gets up, then me pulls me onto my still wobbly legs.

We both get dressed, which only involves putting on our pants again, because apparently, he goes commando and my panties are sitting snuggly in the pocket of his shorts. He pulls me with him by my arm and out of the gym. The door falls shut behind us.

I want to ask where we’re going, but as we reach the sleeping quarters I know. He’s taking me to my room. We’re stopping right at my door and for a few seconds there’s just silence between us. We don’t know what to say. How to say goodbye, after what we just did. He’s taking a step toward me enclosing me between him and the wall. He looks to the side, first left, then right and finally down at me again.

“I don’t want to stop this…”, he says at last. “We don’t have to.”, I tell him, simply. He looks to the side dismissively. I grab his face – again – to make him look at me. “We don’t have to stop. I don’t want to stop either.”, I repeat with emphasis. He closes his eyes for just a moment, sighing deeply, and when he opens them up again, I see emotions in them that I never saw before. “It’s not gonna get better, Mauserl.” My brows furl in confusion. “What is?”, I want to know. “The… jealousy, if you want to call it that.” He makes a dismissive wave with his hand. “Me looking at you, even when you don’t even know I’m there. My urge to look out for you, even when I very well know that you can do that yourself.”, he confesses. “That’s okay. ‘Cause I’ll be here to tell you it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”, I tell him calmly, ignoring the flutter in my stomach that erupts because of his words.

“And the fucking?”, he asks then, his voice rough as his hand cups the side of my face. “We can keep doing that as well.”, I answer, sounding a little bit too breathless while looking up at him. “Yeah? You sure about that?”, he says, his eyes searching mine for any hints of doubts. I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes.” He nods. “Okay then.” Easy. Simple. Existing right next to each other and fucking when we feel like it. The unsaid implications linger in the air around us.

He leans down and presses a small kiss to my forehead, just like he did after he “comforted” me, through the hood, so I only feel the fabric against my skin. “Sleep well, Liebes.”, he says, then he lets go of me and leaves. I look after him. He always leaves after we’re done. I shake my head, not able to hold back the little smile forming on my face. I stretch, already feeling sore from the physical exhaustion of getting fucked. Oh yes, I’m gonna sleep well, I think to myself as I enter my room.

Aksel sits down next to me at breakfast as I gulp down my porridge. He looks at König who is waiting for his breakfast, putting an apple on his tray not before tossing it in the air once and catching it again, all while cheerfully whistling. The Norwegian beside me pulls one eyebrow up and says: “Hva sa du til ham (What did you say to him)?” I laugh a little. “I told him that if he keeps being a pain in the ass like this, I might miss my next shot.”, I joke. Aksel joins my laughter. “I see. Keep your secrets then.” But I don’t miss the side eye he’s giving me. I feign innocence and keep eating my porridge.

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jamneuromain · 1 year

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No Use Running

Andy Barber x You / Reader

Warning: NON-CON/DUB-CON, Dark Content, Smut, Angst and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor!Andy Barber, Student!Reader, Student!You, Clit Stimulation, Pet Names (Angel), Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Overstimulation, Angst, Angst With A Happy Ending, Dark!Andy Barber, sex toys, vibrator, bondage element

Word count: ~4k

Summary: What are you going to do when Andy is mad at you?

A/N: Big shout out to vera @rogerswifesblog and her amazing moodboard, both help me tremendously with the conversation in bold, also help me spiral a thought into a 4k smut. Fair warning, lots of angst, which surprises me, really, because I was mostly thinking of the smut when talking to vera (sorry not sorry XD).

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

A year into your relationship, Andy has only one rule for you.

One rule, and one rule only.

Don’t get drunk when you are partying with your friends. If you are partying, tell him beforehand in case he gets worried about you not coming home.

Just this one rule. Don’t get drunk, call him first.

Simple as that.

In your defense… face it, you have no defense. You screwed up. Big time.

You were so excited about the little getaway your friends planned (and told you about it the minute your last class of the semester ended “we’re partying tonight guuuuuuurl”) that you completely forgot about the rule of “calling Andy”, and happily got yourself more than tipsy.

“More than tipsy”. That’s an understatement. Your very last memory about the night was you doing shots with your friends. You find yourself in the shared home of you and Andy in the next morning, lying comfortably in bed with a minor migraine and fresh PJs, trying to remember what had happened.

Tipsy? You were wasted.

Knowing Andy? If he was home last night, he’d be so mad.

You search for your phone around your pillow, finally locating it on the other side of the bed, linked to the charger.

Your gut sinks to the bottom of your stomach. You’d charge your phone on your side. Your phone is now on Andy’s side.

Oh no.

Oh nonononono.

This is bad.

This is very bad.

This is Godzilla versus King Kong bad.

You can honestly hear every ounce of your luck shatters when you turn on your phone and a dozen missed calls from Andy pop up, dating back to last night and this early morning.

Holy fucking shit.

You are doomed.

Andy has already left because he has a full schedule today.

You frown as your phone gone cold. There was no message asking whether you have woken up. No sticky notes on your forehead as usual if you are sleeping late, telling you that he left a sandwich for you in the fridge. No nothing.

He’s really mad.

You frown more when you find excessive food in the fridge. Some leftover beef stew, chicken kabab, and a whole lemon cheesecake. That’s strange. Andy’s not the type to cook excessively.

And no sandwich.

You make yourself some food to eat and clean the house for a bit.

Your memory pieces some fragments together. You remember stumbling into Andy on the porch. You remember dancing in the club, raising your shot glass, and giggling with your friends.

Your memory is still incoherent and you don’t know what happened exactly.

You vacuum the living room, read for your upcoming assignment, and finally, you decide to cook dinner to show that you are sorry.

Leaping up when you hear his car pull up in the front, rushing to the door to welcome him home: “Hey Andy. How’s your day?”

Andy has a large box under his arm, which you pipe up to help him carry it and put it anywhere he wants.

“Just an average day.” He pecks you on your lips, insisting he carries this on his own. You are nervous as hell when he doesn’t smile, not even after kissing you.

You peek at the box, can’t help but ask as you see the black tape circling the cardboard box: “Amazon? What did you buy?”

“Nothing important.” He shrugs, heading up the stairs with the big box.

Maybe he’s not that mad?

You cross your fingers, hoping that everything works out with luck on your side.

Dinner is as uneventful. However, you can feel that he is distracted and uncharacteristically quiet. Andy used to say what he doesn’t want or what he doesn’t like. He’s vocal about your relationship, but this new Andy is so lukewarm that it is scary to you.

You choose to cuddle on the couch after dinner, playing a Netflix show as background noise on TV.

“I’m sorry about last night, Andy. I should’ve called you. I’m sorry.” You loop his arm around your shoulders, looking up at him apologetically, “and I shouldn’t get caught up partying either. I wouldn’t do that ever after.”

Something flickers in his eyes that you cannot catch. In the end, he says nothing, only tightening his grip on your arm, leaning for a kiss.

You rather wish he spanked you or edge you, just like what he did with your previous few wrong-doings. It wasn’t fun but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. You’d rather have him cuddling you after rough sex than to have him ... distant?

You deserve it, to be honest, you know he’d be angry with you.

You only are aware of how angry he is the second you step into the bedroom.

He is fixing the four cuffs tied to the bed, black leather with shiny metal chains. The now-empty Amazon delivery box lies wide open on the floor, giving you the slightest clue of what could have been inside.

Spoiler alert, you didn’t have cuffs in this house. He used to tie you up with his ties.

“Oh good, you’re here.” Andy smiles, for the first time today. He unbuttoned his cuff link and his collar to adjust the length of the metal chains. This normally looks extra hot to you, but knowing what could be waiting for you, you just want to run.

You carefully take a sneaky step back, “umm, Andy, I know you are mad. And I’m so very sorry.” Another step back. “But we can talk this out.” Another step. “Pl-Please don’t be mad?”

Andy rests his hands on his hips, his blue eyes icy cold.

“Sit on the bed, Angel.”

“Andy-” You visibly gulp, tensing all the muscles in your body so that you can dash to the stairs the second he drops down his guard.

“Don’t make me fuckin’ repeat that.” He shoots back at you.

You are going to die on the bed for all you know. You are going to be edged to the brink of your life. A chill runs down your spine, every sense in your body warning you of the menacing danger you are faced with.

“Please, Andy, we can talk this out, I’m begging you.” You plead to him, slowly dragging your feet to the door instead of the bed, “please, Andy.”

Your fight or flight response kicks in the second he prances on you. Of course, you choose to run from him.

You barely make it to the stairs when he grabs your wrist and halts you by your waist, clutching your body so tight like you are a prey struggling for its life. Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat. Your body, although unwillingly, clings to him for dear life, fearing that he slips and drops you on the floor.

“Andy, please! I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again!” You yelp when he throws you onto the bed. You try to sit up when he clasps your ankle with one cuff, you are forced to lie down when he clasps your wrist with another cuff.

“Can’t believe you even tried to run - save it, Angel. You’re in for a long night.” He huffs disapprovingly.

Clasp. Clasp. All your limbs are secured and tied up. He didn’t even bother to take off your nightdress, only pulls your panties to your ankles.

You think it couldn’t be worse.

Oh but it did.

He takes the vibrating wand from the bedside drawer and loosens his belt.

You watch in horror as he fastens his black leather belt around your thighs, squeezing the wand between your legs, where it nestles on your clit.

“Andy-”

“See, Angel, I was planning to hold that wand myself,” he kisses your forehead. The darkness seeps back into his eyes. With a flick of the remote on his phone, the wand buzzes to life. A warm grin on his face, he retreats to the corner of the room, where he sits on a chair and opens his laptop, “too bad I need to work first.”

The vibration is low yet brutal. It triggers your body into moving your hips to avoid it, not that there is much space to move. Without his kisses and skilled fingers working your body, your pleasure builds up high and dry, your skin heats up reluctantly, seeking the attention it deserves.

“Andy-” You choke when your squirming accidentally has the wand brush your clit again, “please, I’m sorry.”

He glances at your frame briefly; his eyes soon return to his laptop. Crispy strokes from the keypad seem to be mocking your fruitless begging.

Your core twists in agony. It doesn’t take much to force an orgasm out of you.

“Pleaaase, Andy, please don’t edge me.” You whisper, moaning when the stimulation to your clit brings a fresh wave of arousal pooling down your pussy. Your channel expects his shaft, but you get nothing. Tide riding higher in your veins, rushing to your core, you are on the verge of cumming any second.

He raises his head from the laptop, a smirk curls his lips when he dials the vibration up a notch.

“Andy-!”

The buzzing grows louder, no longer a soft vibration, but a stronger torture to your clit.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t cum.” He buries himself back into his “work”, his calm voice ghosts your ear, “you can cum as many times as you want. You’ve got all night, Angel.”

Your hips buck into the air, pressing your clit tightly on the wand, drawing the first orgasm out of you. Your body bounces on the bed as the orgasm hits you, doing all it can to run from the incessant stimulation on your clit. You wish you could run, but you are chained to the bed,

“Andy, please.” You cry out, tears rolling down from the corner of your eyes, “I-fuck-I said I’m sorry!”

The loud snap when he shuts his laptop makes you shiver.

“The thing is,” Andy sits perfectly still, he watches you writhing on the bed as the second orgasm builds up, "I don’t think you are." His tone barely contains his anger, “bet you totally forget about what yesterday was, huh?”

“Wha-”

“It was supposed to be our one-year relationship anniversary.”

Your brain stops working altogether.

Oh no. It was.

You started dating around this time last year.

You didn’t think you were doing an anniversary this early. If you are counting from the day you became boyfriend and girlfriend, you are two months away from your anniverisary.

“I cooked for candle-lit dinner and bought roses and shit, and what did you repay me with?” He crosses his arm and scoffs, “no texts. No calls. Get fuckin’ drunk with boys.”

Your mind clears its fog, letting you remember you stumbling into Andy while waving goodbye to Mike (or Michael?), who volunteered to uber you home when you were all getting “tipsy”.

“It’s nothing-He just-oh fuck, he just came along to make sure I got home. I’m sorry.” You whimper, your sentence cut off as you feel arousal leak from your pussy, “I’m really sorry about-ah-what you planned. Please, please stop the wand and we can talk.”

His words drip with sarcasm, “and I’m just a poor old fool who thought I could capture a young girl’s heart.” Andy snorts, “that work out well.”

Even as pleasure gradually clouds your brain, you understood what he said and a pang of pain rips your heart to shreds. If you knew about his plan, no, if you remembered, or thought about your anniversary, it wouldn’t end up with both of you in agony.

This is all your fault.

“No, Andy,” you croak, trying to ignore the buzz between your legs, “don’t say that.” It’s not true. I love you.

Andy doesn’t reply to your pleading, his cold expression molded on his face again, “you asked me to be ‘thoroughly fucked’.”

You did, trying to peel him out of his black T-shirt, trying to have him kiss you, saying tons of things that you utterly regret now.

“You wanted it last night, no? Wish granted.” Andy growls, “now take it.”

He turns up the vibration again.

If the previous vibration was barely endurable, this time it is way beyond what you can handle.

You cum with a scream, tugging the chains with your tied-up legs. The rattling of the chains doesn’t stop when you finish cumming. You jolt and kick, as the buzz is incessant on your clit, and you are on your way to your third orgasm.

“Andy, I’m sorry.” You whimper, “it hurts.”

“I don’t give a shit.” Andy picks up a book on the table, glancing at you one last time before he shuts his mouth and starts reading.

Another orgasm hits. And another. You can’t tell what hurts more, your swollen clit or his indifference. You scream and plead, stammering between moans and words, some of them mumble into one. Your skin is coated by a sheen of sweat. Your body reacts to the wand with overruling pleasure above your mind, having you think of nothing but the sensation from your bundle of nerves. And then it starts to hurt. With every second of the wand between your thighs, your mind cannot decide if it wants more or to get away from the stimulation. Another orgasm punches all the air from your lungs. Your cry is silent, mouth agape, tears roll into streams, your body refuses for you to breathe in, running low in oxygen that your vision has spots.

The stimulation between your legs dials down to a full stop.

You draw in a lung full of air. Coughing as you feel your chest is about to explode.

Your body buzzes. Or your clit still feels the buzz ghosting your legs. Your pussy twitches, quivering as it feels cold, soaked with your arousal. Your chest rises and falls, your heart pounding by your ear, your vision blurry with tears.

You want to curl up to your side. Your body is stressing as if it has just run a marathon.

The tugging from your wrists and ankles reminds you, you can’t.

A pillow is stuffed under your head, helping you to breathe a little.

You blink a few times before you make out it’s Andy sitting by the edge of the bed.

He held your head, bringing a cup to your lips.

You swallow on instinct, nearly choking yourself when you are taking big gulps of water.

“…?”

His lips open and close, saying something that doesn’t make sense to you.

Or your ears are ringing so that you can’t hear.

“Wha-?”

“Still talking, I see.” He nods nonchalantly, “do you need more water?”

You shake your head.

He takes the cup, standing up to leave.

“Wa-ait!” You tug the chains desperately, trying to get a hold of him, “Sorr-sorry.” You sniff, “can’t. Can’t cum.” You realize how hoarse your voice is when you open your mouth to speak, like someone rubbed it on sandpaper. You feel sorry. You are sorry. You do. You just can’t do this anymore. Even if you are not screaming, your body is screaming bloody murder.

“Shhh, just a little bit more.” Andy coos, turning up the vibration again.

“No. No-!”

Andy watches as you make a mess on your shared bed over and over again. Your mumbling pleas and begs melt into crying and screaming. Arching your hips as your body reflexes, even though it adds to your misery. Your orgasm hits stronger and slower every time, lasting longer, depriving you of your breathing. You lean your head to the side, panting, struggling. Not out of your will, but when your body instructs you to.

Your thighs flex instinctively when he sits down and caress your buzzing thighs, which are still bound together.

“Don’t think about anything.” He bends down to kiss your belly, coated in sweat. His beard scratching your sensitive skin, having your core tensing once again. “Talk to me, Angel.”

Your brain is clouded. Hearing his voice, you mumble something that you don’t recognize yourself.

“Do you want this to stop?” His voice sounds muffled. Blocked. Like speaking, but with cotton in your ears.

But you understand.

“No-No-hmph.”

Your brain mushed. It hurts. You want more. Keep it going. Till the end of time.

Andy chuckles.

He dials the vibration down to a full stop. You, however, cry out again, one word slurring into another, “More. Want-more.”

He turns a deaf ear to your begging, unclasping his belt to reveal your thighs, having the belt digging into them so hard that leaves a red mark on both of them.

You burst into tears when he pulls the wand out between your legs. Your hips bucking for more pain and pleasure.

The wand is wet. From your arousal and your sweat.

Andy drops the wand to the side, unclasping the restraints on your ankles.

“More…” you whimper like a wounded animal, “more, Andy.”

Andy pries your legs open. Red marks from the wand between your thighs. A puddle of creamy arousal underneath you. Your legs shaking, trembling. Your pussy is red, swollen, covered in slick. Your clit puffy, peeking out from your pussy lips.

“More.” You mewl, as if that’s your whole vocabulary, “more.”

Andy kisses the red marks on your thighs gently, “you like that, huh?”

“Yes. More, Andy.”

Tears stain your cheek but you are about to cry again. Anything to have the wand back. To have something stimulate you to orgasm. Anything to stimulate you, burn your body with pleasure.

This is what he’s been waiting for. To overstimulate you until you are truly overwhelmed with pleasure. You will want more pleasure you can take until you pass out. You will agree to anything for it. Most importantly, you will want him again.

He unclasps your wrists too, prying your legs open more to touch your clit.

“Yesyesyes.” You grind your abused pussy to his hand eagerly, whimpering when he draws his hand back.

“My Angel…” He sighs, stripping himself out of his suit and trousers. His thick shaft straining in his boxers when you moaned and cried. He kneels on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, hovering above you to kiss you, “my beautiful Angel. You’re mine.”

He sheathes himself in entirely at the last word, having you cry out. Having you moan his name. Having you digging your nails into his arm.

Your walls grip him. Sucking him in. Welcoming him with warm wet heat. Your walls crave his cock, craving to be filled to the brim again, craving the stretch and burn as you try to accommodate him.

The pain blends into your pleasure. You can’t tell them apart. His cock brushing your clit on his way out. Your walls convulse. Him slamming back in to rearrange your guts. Your walls clench down. He takes your long-ignored nipples into his mouth, sucking and tugging with his lips. You could only sob because of how good it feels.

You want more. You want him. You want his tip kissing your cervix.

“Say it.” He grits his teeth and spits out, “say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours.” You chant as he knocks the breath out of your lungs, his shaft thrusting deeper, harder.

“That’s right, Angel.” He snaps his hips into you, “you’re fuckin’ mine. I’m the only person who can make you feel this good.”

He interlaced his fingers with yours, pinning your arm next to your head.

You stutter his name when you cum, your vision blacks out, everything is slowed down to a halt. You feel a few more thrusts, and his hot spent flood your pussy.

Then you drift to a dreamless sleep.

Your arms hurt. Your legs hurt. Your stomach hurts.

There’s not a fine muscle left on your body.

You curl yourself into a ball, facing the opposite direction of Andy, wincing as you hug your knee.

Your pussy hurts too. Sore and tired from the orgasms ripped out of your body.

Your eyes are dry as if the Sandman blinded you, but you still shed a couple tears onto the pillow. Some of them traveled across your nose bridge and blended into the tears from your other eye.

You can’t believe he overstimulated you. You can’t believe he punished you so hard for disobeying one rule. Most importantly, you can’t believe he had no faith in your relationship. After the class, after the drama with Laurie, after his participation and encouragement in your writing, he means everything to you.

The heartbreak from last night catches up to you, piercing your chest, so painful that you couldn’t breathe.

You open your mouth to ease the pressure of your puffy nose, but the pain just follows your breath like a knife, slashing everywhere it could reach.

You try to cry as subtly and quietly as you can, but your shaking body betrays you, having Andy push himself on his elbow to rub your arm.

“Hey. It’s okay. It’s just a bad dream.” He whispers softly.

He notices you are not responding, leaning closer to check on you: “Shit.”

He grabs the Kleenex box, places it in front of you, and moves to spoon your naked body, kissing your bare shoulder: “I’m sorry, Angel. I’m such an asshole.” Kiss. “I’m sorry. I pushed too far.” Kiss. “Please don’t cry, Angel.”

“I got too angry over the night before and…” he sighs, “I’m sorry I lashed out at you.”

“How can you say that?” You turn abruptly, staring at him with watery eyes, tears falling from your cheeks. You can almost hear your spine crack for turning so fast, “how can you say that like you mean nothing to me? Like I’m some gold-digging bitch exploiting you?”

“Angel, I-”

“You mean the world to me, Andy.” I love you. “You are everything I write, you are every reason I come home to, you are every piece of my heart.” I love you. “And I…”

Maybe it’s your insecurities. Maybe it’s the unsuccessful marriage of Andy and Laurie. Maybe it’s your stories that you are certain every hero and heroine would be the perfect match for each other, but you can’t be certain in real life.

You would return Andy’s excessive interpretation in class right back to his face. You would challenge him academically in his office. But you suddenly feel your tongue way too heavy to say the simple word, “love”.

Andy hears your silence.

Andy cups your chin, having you look him in the eye.

Andy, as a writer, knows there are a million ways of interpreting this silence, but choose not to.

He chooses to look at your bed hair, your puffy nose, your teary eyes, carving every detail into his memory.

He wipes the tears from your cheek.

“I love you, Andy.”

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moony-2001 · 3 months

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Lore Olympus ch. 257-262 critique pt. 2

Aaaand we're back

Ch. 260

Hermes, Hebe, and trauma dumping

Jumping right into it, Hermes pissed me right the fuck off. I don't know why Demeter didn't want to accept the aid from the underworld, but I'm sure pride must be some of it. But for Hermes to call it an "in-law tiffy-tiff" was beyond wrong. I don't know or remember what, if any, beef he has with Demeter but read the fucking room, man.

I'm so glad Demeter took Hebe in though, like the absolute Queen that she is. One thing that disturbed me a little when Hebe and Demeter got to talking is how Rachel tries to pass off Hera's trauma dumping on Hebe as if it's nothing.

First of all, 18-year-olds are still kids. I know (at least for the vast majority here in the US) that 18 is the legal age of adulthood, but the human brain doesn't finish developing until around age 25. Even if that's how the rules in LO work (I have a sneaking suspicion they're not though, seeing as Persephone is technically stuck at age 19 for the rest of time) Hebe is 7 years off from having a fully developed brain.

Additionally, I don't like how Rachel frames the idea that Hebe found out all of this information from her mother as a now 18-year-old. I don't know if Rachel is forgetting her own damn timeline (not that there was a cohesive one in the first place) but Hebe wouldn't have been 18 at the time of finding out this information.

Remember the 10-year time skip? Yeah, that whole thing? And how 5 of the 6 Traitors were in a coma? For 10 years? In case you haven't picked up what I'm trying to put down, Hebe was 8 years old when her mother went into that coma. Which means that Hera dumped all this information on a literal fucking child who was 8 or potentially even younger since we have no frame of reference for when Hebe was told this information.

Demeter is right. It is wrong to burden your kids with that. I don't know Rachel, but from this writing, I would venture a guess that she's never had a parent trauma dump on her.

I have. Rachel has no idea how mentally taxing it is to have a parent trauma dump on you or have them drag you into the middle of their fights or vent about their spouse/your other parent to you behind their back. That is not something a parent should EVER do to a child and I'll be damned if I ever do that to mine.

And while there is a shred of truth to what Hebe is saying, about how that information helps her understand her mom, Hebe does not (and in fact should not) be part of her mother's journey to work on herself, especially at that young of an age. Your child is not your therapist.

Demophon, the not child of Demeter

I will say, I am glad that Demeter finally decided to open up to her somewhat adult daughter. Oh, what's this? Persephone looks upset and-

😀😐

of-fucking-course

Is this it?? Is this the moment when we finally find out what happened to Demeter in Attica all those years ago-

Anyway, what we find out is that while in Attica, Demeter supposedly fell in love with the King of Eleusis and had Demophon, a my little pony-looking abomination not worse than whatever the fuck the above pictures are supposed to be. But if you note my title for this portion of the chapter, you'll see it says "the not child of Demeter". And that, dear readers, is because Demophon is in fact not a child of Demeter in the original myths. And Rachel also spelled his name wrong. (You can read more about him here: Demophon of Eleusis)

It seems to me that Rachel is doing what most couples with a failing relationship do: throw a baby at it and hope it will fix the problems.

What technicality? Do you mean the "technicality" that Demeter was punished for insubordination (regardless of her intentions) and lived as a mortal for 10 years? And during that time as a mortal had a son who was born as and died as a mortal? Forgive me if I'm being slow here, but I don't see what this "technicality" is supposed to be. How is Demophon's death any different from the mortals that Persephone killed and asked if it was possible to bring back?

I'm gonna sound a little nitpicky here, but Hades is the god of the dead (and wealth) not the god of death. Believe it or not, there is a difference, and the brushing aside of that difference is the reason why people still get Hades and Thanatos mixed up to this day. Plus does no one remember what happened to Asclepius when he figured out how to raise the dead? tl;dr: not good things.

I have a feeling that all this is happening because Persephone and Hades are trying to buy off Demeter. They want brownie points with the woman who is rightfully upset about everything that is happening right now. And I'll be willing to bet that this smooths things right over with her.

Ch. 261

Off-topic, Demeter looked really pretty in this chapter #standemeter

The "technicality" and Hades' BS

I am glad Demeter gets this small bit of happiness but also:

Nice try, but that's not how that works. Get your smug, ugly-ass mug out of here. Once again, why is Demophon the exception? Because you're whipped for Persephone? Because you want a gold star from your MIL who has perfectly valid reasons to not like you?

Ah. I guess his name is Triptolemus now. Triptolemus who is the older brother of Demophon. Who is also not a son of Demeter. Sure.

NO DON'T FALL FOR IT DEMETER. IT'S A TRAP-

The sisters

It is nice for the most part to see Hera, Demeter, and Hestia interacting. I don't think that's something we've seen outside of flashbacks.

I don't, however, like this interaction between Demeter and Hera:

Yeah, no, that's not how that works. Demeter has every right to be mad at you for helping Hades and Persephone get around the fact that they "violated the laws of Xenia (hospitality)". It doesn't matter if Persephone was a "wild card". Hera had no right to marry them.

In fact, I had a conversation with anoldplace and something we discussed is how much Hera's responsibility/involvement in Persades is kinda just... brushed off. Especially if you look back at the way early chapters (I'm talking s1 early) when Hera changes her tune from "wtf, that's so gross, what is wrong with you" to "Let me get this whole ball rolling". Persephone wouldn't have even had half the interactions she did with Hades had Hera not put her in that internship for the underworld. And Demeter doesn't even know about the early stuff. Think about how livid she would be if she found out Hera was pulling the strings from the beginning. Yikes.

Different topic but the fact that both Demeter and Persephone love to swim is cute.

Ch. 262

Jfc, finally. I'm so tired lol.

Hera's prophecy

In honor of Hera's ugly highlighter-looking color, the sections shall, too, be in yellow.

I was pretty excited to see that Hera got a vision. I'm also sad that this isn't something we see utilized more often in the series. In fact, we don't really see any of the goddesses use their powers besides... oh, for Christ's sake. I don't even want to say it, it just adds to her Mary Sue-ness.

Place your bets on how long it takes for Rachel to dress Persephone in something similar, if not identical, to this.

Moving on, we see Kronos smush and kinda throw Hera away and she's left wondering:

That's cute and all, but no. Like I huffed and puffed with the whole "attempted murder" bullshit with Zeus, for one to die, they must be mortal. If gods could die, they wouldn't be gods. They would be human looking at you Demophon. I understand why the sentiment of dying is upsetting, but Hera, Zeus, whomever cannot die. I suppose similar to Egyptian mythology, they could be chopped up and have their parts scattered to the winds but from what I've seen, there's nothing in Greek mythology that details anything like that.

I did see a really funky theory that I agree with that Hera must be some kind of fertility goddess. In fact, I've seen a lot of people speculate that she was the fertility goddess on the wall of that cave that was destroyed. It would be really wonderful if that greyed-out goddess in Hera's vision was her and not Persephone. Kinda like the ultimate "taking back the power" moment. But tbh I'm not hopeful.

Persephone and Hades... yay/s

*gag* anyway-

Hades decided to give the MORTAL Demophon his whole stash of ambrosia but he doesn't really know if it will actually work and he's salty that Zeus is stingy with it.

Okay, first of all, if it's that damn important that you have ambrosia and you're going to be a salty mofo that the only person who has it is stingy with it, make your own damn ambrosia. You're telling me you've been alive for thousands of years yet the thought hadn't occurred to you once? Bffr. Watch this come back and bite them in the ass in the series finale.

Secondly, if you've never done this before, how do you know it's going to work for Demophon? I mean, it probably will because plot armor, but seriously? What would happen if Demophon just kicked the bucket all over again? Like congratulations, you re-traumatized your wife's mother who already doesn't like you.

Final thoughts

This is all just unraveling so quickly. Watch Demophon disappear and never be addressed again. I am really hoping that this series wraps up between March and May like genericpuff predicted because I am tired. I mean, I'll miss the ability to make content while the material is still piping hot, but also reading this comic is taking a toll on my health. I have never seen my blood pressure in such a state. And I'm not even the one writing the comic.

I can't imagine being in Rachel's shoes rn. I know this point has been beaten to death by everyone and their moms (myself included), but it's so clear that Rachel just doesn't give a shit about this comic anymore. And it's sad. But I also get it.

Rachel has talked about after LO she wants to do a comic along the lines of this but involving Egyptian or Norse mythology. I hope she doesn't for very obvious reasons, but if she decides she wants to step up to the plate for what will inevitably be LO pt. 2, I hope she takes the time to actually research the cultures and learn from the very egregious mistakes that she made here. I won't be there if she does.

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Curious, in this au what is Marx’s role in this story. Is he changed at all or different

I try to incorporate and mix anime & game lore in order (to try) achieve a good mix of both... (but everyone is 10 x emotional & sympathetic...)

So Marx was the last creation of N.M.E and was to be the "pièce de ré·sis·tance," a monster in the guise of a friend. Not just that, but the "perfect friend for Kirby." (Planning to take advantage of Kirby's soft heart and friendly nature.)

Similar to how they used the following monsters (Chill, Galbo, Kirby's Robot-dog, etc.), but he was never finished... the Nightmare's base was destroyed when Kirby & the townsfolk blew up the base.

Marx was just left there all alone... the only thing that survived. But he didn't know what was his purpose. And the minute he's born, all he can see are these soldiers (Star Warriors) hunting him down.

Thankfully, our friendly N.M.E Salesman saves him and tells him all about it, basically his last act of revenge against King Dedede & Kirby. And he honestly feels fulfilling his purpose is what's going to make him feel whole.

He even tells him that it was Kirby and the gang's fault he's left all along up here with no one. His beef wasn't just with Kirby but with everyone in Dreamland (but the anger is mostly towards cappies... they blew up his home).

Marx is pretty central to Kirby's stories and is one of the core reasons why he wants to become a star warrior. He does serve as one of Kirby's most loyal allies and one of Kirby's closest friends.

HEAVY SPOILER WARNING FOR (KNIGHTMARE'S END & KING DEDEDE REMPTION ARC)... Keep reading if you'd like... I'm going to water down everything and skim over some details in this explanation. And there's some art content as well)

(After the events of The Knightmare's End)

After remembering his past with Meta Knight... Kirby wanted more than anything to rekindle his relationship with his long-lost guardian. With Kirby regaining his memories it was easy for him to slip and reestablish the closeness he had with Meta Knight back when he was an infant. (He missed him so much...)

Meta Knight (on his part) was determined to make up for all the lost time, teach him everything he knew, and eager to reconnect with his boy after all those wretched years alone. He was ready to give him the world... (Basically, he spoiled him rotten for a while! XD)

Being under Meta Knight's tutelage, Kirby began to mature properly, even learning how to talk... but he taught him in a way that made him excited to learn. With each lesson, he'd weave tales from his past... which allowed Kirby to learn more about Team Halberd (their family). He'd even invite Knuckle Joe & Sircia for lessons & sparring so they could learn about their parents.

For Meta Knight, spending time with Kirby managed to heal the wounds around his heart. As for Kirby, he felt like this was what he had been missing all this life (a parental figure), someone who could always be there for him & love him no matter what. The bond they shared made each other feel less lonely, and it was one in which they helped each other grow.

But unknowingly this had consequences...

With Meta Knight reclaiming as Kirby's guardian leaves Fumu in this status of limbo. Fumu basically got everything she wanted... being free of the burden she was as the keeper of the warpstar. But she didn't know how drastically his relationship with Kirby would change.

Fumu still doesn't know Kirby overheard what she said... he just doesn't want to trouble her anymore (like she wanted). The events of the whole anime series took a toll on Kirby. (Namely, with the cappies wanting to kick him out.) He found himself staying away from town.

While everyone in Cappy town tried to make it up to Kirby... and forgave them. He never really trusted them or allowed them to get close to him like they used to. Fumu sees this and tries to remedy the situation, which backfires terribly. (Is the same thing similar to the "Kirby Takes the Cake,"- episode where he runs away.)

Fumu: Kirby this is your home, everyone lo-

Kirby: Then why doesn't it feel like home-

Fumu: Kirby but why-

Kirby: Poyo... going to Meta Knight's...

This was the moment when she realized just out of touch she was with Kirby. Bun could only watch this trainwreck... and couldn't help but be upset with Kirby turning down all his sister's party. Causing a rift between the friends. (They still didn't get it Fumu & Bun.)

This divide is made even further with the (redemption arc) of King Dedede. (Events involving Dark Matter)

Kirby forgives Dedede and now considers him a friend!? This leaves Fumu & Bun desperate to convenience him otherwise... believing him to be too trusting & too naive... But who should come to back Kirby on his decision is none other than Meta Knight!

Kirby: But he means you don't see what I-

Fumu: He's tricking you, Kirby! Like he always does...

Bun: Yeah, how many times has he pulled this "turned over a new leaf junk" on everyone!

KD: It's fine kiddo... I won't stay where I'm not wanted I'll-

Kirby: Poyo, (sees KD visually uncomfortable) but Dedede...

Fumu: Meta Knight, aren't you going to do something, stop-

Meta Knight: I stand by my pupil's decision... This is Kirby's choice... I trust him... do not overstep your boundaries, both of you!

Resulting in Kirby spending more time with Dedede & MK than with them (helping the king to better himself). The siblings want nothing to do with Dedede's betterment. Bun & Fumu... they can't help but resent Dedede but this also minimizes the time their time with Kirby.

It bothers them how increasingly chummy he's they've been getting with King Dedede. (There's also a little incident that Kirby & Meta Knight swore to keep secret for KD's sake that they two don't know about... which would have probably made them more sympathetic to King Deded, it just wasn't their (Kirby & MK) story to tell...)

In truth, Marx didn't have to do that much... he just had to expose Fumu & Bun's deepest insecurities about their friendships. With Bun being the main chess piece in it all.

(Marx's arc takes place after "Kirby and the Crystal Shards" )This is Kirby's first major adventure... without them.

Fumu bottles up her feelings... but Bun is furious and extremely jealous of King Dedede: it almost feels like they've both been replaced with the guy who tried to get rid of him before.

Causing tension from the once-knit, tight group of friends (Fumu & Bun). And the dynamic of the trio has been altered... causing the cracks in their relationship undeniable... And who should take advantage of these cracks... Marx.

Marx's major role in this arc serves to expose the cracks in the friendships he has with Fumu & Bun. And show how a pile of little problems can destroy a once-strong friend.

So, without going into detail...: Marx manages to manipulate the heck out of Bun & the other kids (the group he hangs out with in the anime) to bully Kirby, leading to the kids pranking and almost killing King Dedede.

Bun receives the brunt of the punishment and reveals his jealousy and anger at Kirby, leaving him and Fumu behind (especially after the Ripple Star saga).

This leads to Kirby calling Bun a horrible friend, resulting in "Empathic touch" being accidentally used. Bun & the kid gang are forced to see and feel what they've been doing to Kirby... even before the incident. All the times they made him feel small, left out, stupid, and different...

It's finally to revealed Fumu that Kirby heard her rant about "How she never wanted to look after Kirby..."

Everything all clicks to her now and she starts to apologize profusely. But it's far too late for that... because to Kirby... Fumu's actions lately (Marx also manipulated her into ignoring Kirby) prove it otherwise.

And they (Bun & the kid gang) feel awful (AS THEY RIGHTFULLY SHOULD!) And META KNIGHT IS ABSOLUTELY LIVID, no longer trusts Bun, and says, "I'm utterly disappointed in you..." And doesn't want him and those "gutter children" (Meta Knight) near Kirby... again...

But he (MK) apologizes to Fumu... "I'm sorry Fumu... I should have never got you involved... I will try better not to..."

Fumu: Not that's not what I wanted, Kirby- *reaches out to him*

Kirby pulled away from her, disheartened... Meta Knight trying his best to comfort Kirby... with Dedede carrying him in his arms... they both bring the poor baby home.

Marx relishes this! During this incident managed to paint himself as an absolute saint... (being the one who told MK of the bullying, warning Kirby about the car, etc.) while Bun was the evil mastermind (when in reality it was Marx).

While Marx may have been the main puppeteer, these were issues that were already beneath the surface... Marx just dug them up. (This is why this friend problem is carried into the next 2 arcs... okay back to Marx...)

Taking full advantage of Kirby's low state and doing his job as the perfect friend. And he actually manages to cheer him up! He plays with Kirby and listens to his problems (slowly accidentally gets attached and realizes how alike they are and... NONONO! Marx you've got a job to do!) But the more he spent time with Kirby the more his inner guilt grew...

A few weeks later, the game plot begins with a bit of a change.

Meta Knight is still suspicious of Marx... so rather than letting Kirby go alone to collect the stars, he goes with him (plus he's too young to travel alone.) Basically, Meta Knightmare Ultra & Kirby Milky Way Wishes combined. In short, the trip ends up being a fun father-son trip... just with them having to stop the Sun and the Moon from fighting at the end.

Meta Knight takes this as an opportunity to have him unpack the situation with Fumu & Bun. However, he doesn't give him the false hope that everything will be patched up instantly... it's going to take time and effort. And friends just sometimes (unintentionally) drift apart... especially when you're growing up... they change.

Meta Knight then reveals that he had a friend like that too and they ended up drifting apart as well... but it ended terribly (Galacta Knight). They collect all the stars (yada, yada, yada) same plot line happened, "Marx Villain reveal" but with a little twist.

When it comes time to make the wish... Nova attempts to grant the wish, but they cannot grant the wish. They tried multiple times as a result of this happened:

Nova: Are you sure this is what you want?!

Marx: OF COURSE THIS IS MY PURPOSE! MY DESTINY GRANT MY DANG WISH ALREADY YOU DAM-

Nova: That's not what you want... You don't really want this...

Marx: What are you...

Meta Knight takes this as the opportunity to fly into Nova... Basically, it was Meta Knight the one to destroy the Nova Clockwork, instead of Kirby on the Starship.

While Kirby takes on Marx... he tries to talk to Marx, but he's not having it... This is where Marx's Soul kicks in as he rages on all the while tears, are leaking from his eyes. Blaming Kirby for his failures, claiming he must have done something.

Marx constantly angrily asks, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!," "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME! YOU AND YOU'RE STUPID CAPPIES ARE THE REASON I'M ALONE IN THIS WORLD! YOU DESTROYED MY HOME AND RUINED MY LIFE I HAVE NO ONE! I HAD A DESTINY! I HAD A PURPOSE, AND YOU! I WAS CREATED TO WRECK HAVC! ... so ...WHY... Why... *begins to cry* I'm supposed to hate- You and your stupid friendship... why do I feel-*

Then Kirby hits him with an "empathic touch," which shows pretty much a montage of Marx and Kirby's moments together. He pretty much shows that "he was enjoying his time with Kirby...", and "he does care for Kirby..." (Oh no did he actually want to be friends with Kirby- This wasn't so supposed to happen!?)

Kirby understands it all: feeling lost, trying hard to fit in, finding your place in the world. What happened to him after the destruction of Nightmare's base. (how he was abused by a certain someone) Kirby just felt so sorry for Marx and was oozing with empathy for him.

Kirby: It's okay Marx I forgive y-

Marx: DON'T... Don't I... I don't deserve- AAARGH!

Due to Kirby's "empathic touch," he was able to also feel how much the friendship meant to Kirby. Marx can't help but he failed on both ends... he couldn't do what he was made for and he may have just lost his first and only friend...

And just before Kirby has a chance to forgive Marx: he flees anger at himself for everything he's done. He doesn't want Kirby's forgiveness (he doesn't deserve it...), leaving behind his balancing-ball.

Marx does make a wish, however... but it's not what you think...

Once destroying the Nova Clockwork Meta Knight, rushes to console his Kirby.

Meta Knight: Kirby, are you alright-

Kirby: If had just one person in his life... maybe he wouldn't have... he could've been my friend- poyo~*starts crying* I can't hate him, I just can't... ARE ALL MY FRIENDSHIPS GOING TO AMOUNT TO THIS IN THE END... LIKE THIS!?

Meta Knight: Oh my poor boy you've been through so much-

Kirby: Am I dumb, hoping he'll come back as my friend... IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!?

Meta Knight: It doesn't have to... *hugs him* this friendship meant a lot to you... it helped you through a tough time * Think back on his friendship with Galacta, although it hurt him in the end, he was grateful for the good it did* it made you less lonely I think that part's worth cherishing... and I don't think you're dumb...

Kirby: Huh?

Meta Knight: After the war, I kept seeing the worst in everything... expecting the worst... to stop me from-... but it blinded me from the good as well (he's referring to Kirby) and... I fell into despair. *pats his head* I'm sorry to say this probably won't be the last something like this will happen, but...

*wipes tears with his cape*

Meta Knight says something that resonates with Kirby... and it's something he carries even to this day.

Meta Knight: So keep your eyes open and beware of the bad in the world... but also *takes Marx's ball and gives it to Kirby* hold on... hold on to the good as well... you don't have to look, just know that it's there... it'll keep you from falling...

For a while, Marx wonders galaxy... I'm not gonna reveal what he does just yet, but... the path he takes leads him back to Kirby.

One thing leads to another, and Kirby gets saved... BY MARX?! Marx tries to flee after saying Kirby, but he gets gravely injured... which forces him to have to stay put. Well, he tries to escape and is literally a feral cat the whole time. He just feels too darn guilty still about everything about Nova's Wish... and doesn't believe Kirby actually forgives him.

So, as a compromise, they let him recover in Halcandra. They cash in a favor from Magolor. Marx gets to know Magolor and basically talks about his story with Kirby. (Literally, Mags just redeemed himself recently...) This interaction makes him feel a little better... but he's still a little anxious that is until Kirby shows him his ball...

I really love Marx's story arc... I hope I didn't spoil too much there are a few secrets still hidden, but like I said this is a very watered-down version of everything hope you stick around for the full story!

Look forward to it!

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