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themotherofblood · 2 years

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Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of Gold AU

A/N: Imagine Dany’s dress when she was presented to Drogo but in red, and instead of metal dragon pins they are golden lions.

tw: hands tied, manhandling, breeding kink, slight condescending Tywin but in a sexy way. overstim!!! cockwarming.

Ps. Aftercare scenes are a must for me!!

The hour of the owl held a certain anticipation, warmth and content in your heart. It brought you hours of unfiltered and honest moments of your marriage, whether it be a conversation, an argument or the pleasures of the flesh. These four walls were sacred to you, they protected you. That was the complexity of your union, to be in a loveless or unaffectionate marriage was one thing, being in marriage of intertwined souls was another. But the relentless mirage making that came with what you and your husband had was tiresome at best. To the rest of the world, your marriage was respected, Tywin protected you and you bore him heirs; that was it.

In the shadow of these walls however, your fear and yearning for one another ran wild, though Tywin was better at managing it, yours was in the testament of your duties as a wife. Here you sat in a yet another dress, sheer to the skin that clung to your body. A soft material against your goosebumped skin, and the cool metal of the lion pins against your shoulders. The sheer red material, exposed parts of you. Just enough to make a man want the rest of you but not quite give him the full gist of it. It was different than a trousseau, or perhaps a laced corset. More Essoi, in the fashion of seduction but you’d been rather open minded to most things that occurred in the bedroom.

You’d laid with your husband more times than you had fingers to count on, you’d birthed his children and he watched the blood flow from your core as his heir graced the world. Though every time his eyes raked down your body, a certain nervousness filled your senses. Like a lion anointing it’s prey before making the kill, it was silent and masterful. Just the way your husband loves you, a respectful and practical way. While you had been the nick of a dramatic lover beforehand, demanding of stars and dragons, his love towards you taught you to love better. To love within reason, and that love is stronger. It reminds you, each passing day that it could all wash away within a blink of an eye. Which made you desperate to love him harder, and to not mask any of your hearts wanton desires.

The handmaidens that dressed you took their leave, they were quite quick with it, changing you and getting your hair undone. Preparing you for your husband. You had moved around the room thrice, first you had picked the seating by the hearth, the second time- your bed and the third was the varenda. Long before circling back to the bedroom, you waited as your senses were shot to shit. You’d heard him coming before you saw him, his crafted boots crooned at the corridor of the tower before the door to your room creaked open. Your eyes met the green of your husband’s. Who still sported that same irked frown from earlier but one corner of his lip curled from seeing the ensemble you were in

You stood in the middle of the room, picking on your cuticles and fighting the urge to look at the floor. You weren’t sure where to put your hands, and nearly cursed your handmaiden for not talking about how stupid one might feel trying to be seductive. You stalked over to your husband, reaching your hand out to curl on the collar of the coat, pulling him further into the room. You knew he was still a bit bothered about you dancing with the lords that offered their hands, and you were only wondering what surprises awaited the sack.

His rough hands trailed down your body, feeling the sheer soft material against your skin, his hands coming to stop at the round of your bosom as his thumb ran over the now hardening nipple, his eyes fixated on how the cloth accentuated your figure, a soft hum left his body as his eyes trailed back up to yours. His eyes darted between yours, an emotion filled them that you couldn’t decipher but you knew your dress had an effect on him. He scoffed moving away from you and walking to the serving cart, picking up a cup and filling it with wine, bringing it to his lips as he turned to you. His chest rose and fell as his breath heightened, he scoffed again before closing his eyes and shaking his head. It made you a little nervous, not being able to understand what he was thinking about.

“You should go to bed.” Tywin finally spoke up, making your heart drop, did he not like your dress. Your brows furrowed as the gentle excitement in your face dimmed. Tywin still looked at you ravenous

“You should come with me then.” You threw back, he wasn’t just going to forfeit from this battle, he dragged this out for so long, only to deny you? You felt a little angry, you were frustrated and you were frustrated with lust. Your fingers reached to the gold pins on your shoulder, letting the dress come loose. Your thumb went under the straps to let the dress fall, in one swift push the dress pooled around your feet; leaving you naked in front of Tywin.

You body glistened in the light of the candles, the oils from earlier leaving your skin plump. You weren’t as talented in the art of pleasures and you were no whore, but your stood there naked, hands rested flat on your thighs. Your breathing a little heavier from the adrenaline rushing through you body. Tywin stood tall, leaning against the table, his hand clutching the edge and the other held the wine cup. His eyes shamelessly gave your body a once over as they slowly went down your body and back up to you eyes. He slammed the cup down on the table.

“Why do you find amusement in disobeying me?” He said as he closed the gap between the two of you in three long strides.

“You wanted a bride with more than half a brain.” You shrugged nervously smirking at him.

His pushed forward as your feet stood its ground, his hand came up to hold your jaw harshly, his nostril flared as his eyes raged on silently. You were a thorn to his side, and the more days the two of you remained married, your claws only seemed to have gotten sharper. Your husband however was well versed in how to tame you, how to make you obey. Though he quite enjoyed this rebellious and confident side of you, he preferred you on your knees for him.

“You truly want to toy with me, tonight. Hmm?” His head gently tilled to its side, his feet taking him forwards as your followed backwards. The grip on your jaw hardening. “Have your words lost you Lady Lannister?”

“Put my head on a spike, because yes husband.” You whispered back fluttering your eyelashes at him “I quite enjoy toying with you.” You gave him a smirk as best your could with your cheeks squished between his fingers. Were you poking a lion with a stick? You absolutely were, but there is just a sinful thrill to the things your husband does to you. It’s more like a prayer than a taunt, it’s begging for pleasure at his mercy.

“All those lords tonight, my wife.” He whispered as his lips grazed down your neck, his cool finger tips tracing down your spine making your flinch just a little. “Those pious, young and boneheaded boys.” He tutted slapping your hands away from his chest, the back of your thighs felt the edge of your bed. “Everyone one of them wanted you, I should know, I was their age at one point.” He let go of you jaw, reaching to undo his cuffs. You weren’t done toying with him though.

“Does that mean that your were boneheaded once, lord husband.” You bit your inner cheek to stop yourself from smiling, the thrill of teasing your husband made your stomach flip.

Tywin eyes menacingly raised to yours, his fingers still work on undoing his clothes, one brow quirked up as the green in his eyes appeared darker. “Do you think I’d be in my position if I was bone headed?” The look in his eyes made your confidence shrink, you gulped as your eyes stayed on him.

He pushed your body down to sit on the bed, you obliged and lowered down, the soft furs tickled against your bare legs. His hands reached to unbuckle the belt that held his coat together, letting it come loose and bending it in his hands. His other hand came right under your chin, his demeanour completely shifting as he gently tilted your head back to make you look at him.

“The second you feel discomfort, please tell me to stop. Is that understood?” Tywin’s voice ordered you in a softer tone as his thumb stroked your cheek. You nodded but that made him hold onto your face harder “Words, wife.”

“I understand.” You nodded again with your reply.

He held your hands up, looping the cool leather around your wrists, tightening them enough for you to not break free, his fingers lingered a moment as they held your tied fists in them his fingers caressing your hands as if to assure you that you were perfectly safe.

“Kneel for me, Y/N” His voice laced with lust as he ordered you.

You pushed yourself of the bed and onto your knees, the rug under you protecting your knees from being hurt. You looked up at him on your knees waiting his next command as your tied hands rested on your lap. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty knelt before him, your hair, your glistening skin and that pretty face with the sweetest eyes looking up at him. Your chest rising and falling as your breath quickened, your husband caressing your face as he looked down upon you, his fingers trailing from your cheek to your hair before flattening his hand you head to stroke it.

His other hand undid his pants and breeches, your hands instinctively coming up to tug them down his long legs, his cock sprung free of its clothed restrains, Tywin’s thumb grazed your bottom lip before tapping it, indicating you to open your mouth. As a good lady wife, you did as he said. Keeping your tongue flat and opening you mouth for him; all the while your gaze was fixated on him. His placed the tip of his cock on your tongue, on cue your lips wrapped around the red tip, suckling it in your mouth. The gentle weight of his length against your tongue as your mouth worked on him, he pushed his hips forward slowly until he felt himself touch the back of your mouth.

Not wanting to overwhelm you, he retreated out before pushing back in again. A hum rumbled through his chest in pleasure as the warmth of your mouth caressed his cock. His hips rolling into you mouth and back out, even in pleasure Tywin’s eyes watched you for any discomfort or hesitation while you sat there with you hands in your lap, letting your husband fuck you mouth. He gently picked his pace up, making you gag on his cock. The corners of your eyes tearing up from the strain of it before gagging again, making Tywin groan in ecstasy. He held you head there for moment as you focused your breathing through your nose, gagging shouldn’t feel good but with each thrust, your pussy pooled. You coughed as your head was pulled back, Tywin giving you just a second to breathe properly before going on to fuck your mouth again.

You mouth was covered in saliva as your husband’s assault to your mouth persisted, his hands had tightened their grip on your hair as he guided your head to meet him halfway through his trusts, gagging and choking on his cock.

“That’s it my girl, choke for me.” His breath hitched as he once more he held your head as his cock found itself deep in your throat. Your eyes watered even more as you gagged on his cock, you dug your fingernails into your palm to calm the panic coursing through your body while focusing on breathing through your nose. You were oddly enjoying your husband using you like this.

His pulled himself back, a trail of saliva from your mouth to his length connected as he gave you a moment to breathe and collect yourself. He watched you for any indication of discomfort but your eyes were flared in lust just like him. Once you cleared your throat and could breathe properly again, you looked up at him a smiled. With that he yanked you by your arms, your bobbly legs stood it ground but the speed of it all making your squeal as he turned your around and pushed your body onto the bed. Your marriage bed was tall enough for you to bend over and still have your feet on the ground. Tywin’s hand smacked the flesh on your back before groping it with both hands.

You could feel him lower down to his knees as he pressed a kiss to your ass, your pretty wet pussy presented to him like a meal on a platter, he used his finger to spread your outer lips open, hoisting one leg on the bed to give him more ground to work on. His fingertips grazed the sides of your cunt, teasing you and denying you from touching your most needy spot. Your hands laid under you, useless as your writhed in anticipation. You felt the tip of his nose nudge your clit before his tongue flattened on your folds, licking a stripe from your clit to your hole and repeating that few times. His tongue worked its magic on you as moans and whimpers began to slip past your lips.

“All mine.” He boasted as he ate your cunt, making your head fall in shame.

His thumbs pushed your lips further apart, making your clit grace the world bare. His tongue gently flicked the bare bud making your squirm and yelp out. Earning you a sharp slap on your ass by your husband. “Move any longer and you will go to bed right now.” He warned you before diving back into his assault. He loved paying attention to your sensitive nub, how it reddened and peaked through the hood in excitement making your sing the sweetest songs for him, it pushed your highs, brazen and crazed with pleasure. He took the flesh in his mouth to suckle on it, making you cry out. You were getting pushed to the edge the more he played with that part of you, his beard leaving the sweetest burns on your inner thighs as he devoured you.

You could feel yourself push right over the edge, and your wanton moans made Tywin aware too.

“Let go for me, my love.” He sat back on his knees to admire the mess between your legs, his finger rubbing circles on your cunt. His lips found your sensitive bud again, his tongue flicking the little bud until you felt the coil of pressure in your belly explode, making you scream out as your gushed on your husband’s face. He ate through your orgasm as you cried into the sheets, your nails digging into your palms.

Tywin’s beard glistened in your juices as he shamelessly licked his lips. Your cheeks heated in embarrassment as you tried to catch your breath, he gave you only a moment of respite before pushing both your legs onto the bed and holding your body weight up to turn you. You knelt on the edge of the bed facing him, he held your face to make you look at him. His fingers trailing down to cup your cunt.

“Would you consider this attention enough?” He whispered next to your ear as he dipped a finger in you, slowly thrusting it as he used his other hand to hold your face tighter. Your mind still disorganized from earlier, however his finger stirring your insides again made you pathetically whimper and nodded to his question before muttering out a quiet “Yes.”

Another finger slid into your cunt, his pointer and his middle finger filled your cunt as he slowly began to pick up the pace, his finger curling to stimulate the already sensitive nerves from the inside, your hands wriggled against it’s bonds. You wanted to touch him, you always touched him. Tywin looked intoxicated from the scene in front of him, your head fell forward to rest on his shoulder as he pumped his fingers fast, making you moan out. You felt hot and clammy and so sensitive but his fingers persisted as he began to urge you peak

“No, please, please.” You whimpered against his shoulder

“Please what, hmm?” Tywin’s voice held a amused tone to it, watching his wife break apart on his fingers.

You couldn’t reply but only grunt and then scream out as his fingers kept hitting the right spot inside you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, ready to blow through another orgasm that hurtled toward you. You took deep huffs of breath as your husband held you to stop your from falling forward, fucking his fingers purposefully into your pussy. Unlike the one before where pressure built up, your second orgasm bursted through like a dam. Your body weight held up by Tywin as you shut your eyes closed, tears of pleasure falling from them as a squeak and then a silent cry fell from you lips. A jolt of numbness shot through you body, the only thing you could feel was the constant throbbing between your legs and your husband whispering praises in your ears to coax you through the orgasm.

“You’re alright, so good sweet girl.” He whispered against your ear as your body shook from it’s post orgasmic state. Though your husband was not done with your yet. He gave you only a moment before pushing you back into the bed, climbing in after you, with absolute ease turning you to lay on your stomach. You were too engrossed by the sensations running through your body to protest. He lifted your hips up as your upper body laid flat against the sheets, your hands tied and yet again useless.

His tip was leaking with pre-cum and slick, and his body about ready to mount his wife into unconsciousness. He positioned his tip between your slick folds, rubbing his cock through them before circling his tip at your oversensitive clit making you flinch and cry out. Wriggling your body away from him, he told you this would stop whenever you told him to but you wanted this, you wanted his cock deep within you no matter how sensitive from pleasure you felt. He pushed himself in with ease making him groan, he took a tight hold of your hips for leverage before slamming his hips in completey. Making you grunt out into the sheets, Tywin’s body erupted in ecastsy as he thrusted into you hard, the sound of skin slapping filled the room with your incoherent moans.

“Perfect little wife.” He groaned between bresths as he fucked into you. “Made just for my cock, isn’t that right?” He slapped your ass to coax a reply out of you,

A mumbled “yes, made for your cock.” Slipped past your lips but sounded more like you crying for more cock. Tywin hands reached forward, pulling you up as his arm curled around your throat, the other went to greet your throbbing clit yet again. As his finger rubbed your nerves you cried out, tears covered your face from how oversensitive you were and Tywin relished in the pretty cries that left your lips. You felt yourself nearing again.

“Please, please I can’t.” You begged for mercy

“Yes you can, you will. Just relax.” Tywin grunted as he felt his peak reach him too.

He held your clit between his point and thumb and rolled it in between his fingers, it only took a few more thrusts before you came undone. Gushing yet again, wetting your husband’s cock. Your cunt fluttering around him, pushed him right to the edge.

“Take all my seed, nice and full.” He roared as his cock spurted it’s warm seed into your cunt. Your body falling forward into the sheets as he let you go, his hand slammed next to your head as he held himself up through his orgasm.

Your body felt like the apple pudding the kitchens make, any control of your limbs were lost to you as you felt as if your were floating through the seven heavens. In reality you weren’t but you sure were out of it, in an odd limbo of consciousness and unconsciousness. Once Tywin could move himself he gently pulled out, a rather full cunt this time considering he hadn’t laid with you in two moons. You whimpered as you felt yourself empty, clenching instinctively to keep his cum within you. Though even that turned to be a hard task. He gently turned you over to untie your hands, a gentle red mark had looped around your wrists which he lifted to inspect, rubbing them in his hands.

The sheets on your bed were absolutely destroyed, Tywin had walked over to the basin were the water was still rather warm, he dipped a cloth in to clean you up. When he reached to hold your legs open, you whined while lazily pulling yourself away

“No more, I can’t.” You whimpered

“No more my love, you did so well.” He cooed at you as he ran the cloth through your in thighs before wringing it and running it through your body. He wiped the stray tears that left your eyes as you blinked them open, sniffling before focusing your gaze on your husband. Who had a soft and comforting look to his face.

“Are you alright, Y/N” He inquired as his hand pushed your hair back, you nodded in reply; making him tap your lips for an answer

“Yes.”

He lifted you up effortlessly, taking you to the lady’s chambers. You lazily watched him with a post orgasmic bliss spread through your face. He put you down on the bed, you sat naked on the edge as you watched your husband walk around to your dressing table and retrieving your hair brush. You would have protested that he needn’t do that, you could have called your maids but when his fingers rubbed into your hair. You melted further. He took his time in comfortable silence, as he untangled your hair, one he was done he pushed you further onto the bed, maneuvering you under the covers before climbing in on the other end. You immediately curled up to him, he looked down onto your face. A small satisfied smile spread through his face as he took in the effect he had on you.

You however were fighting an internal battle, you were exhausted. Your husband nearly attempted to fuck you dead, but you needed his seed to catch. You tried your best to hold it in but youwere so tired, so you whined annoyed making your husband look down at you.

“Can’t hold it.” You pouted and your husband as usual had a solution for this too, he turned you the other way, his larger body spooning you. You felt him move around until you felt his softening cock enter your sore hole, you whimpered against his hold but he shushed you while gently pushing in. He stayed there still as his body cuddled into yours as every night before. He felt you flutter around, unsure of what to do until he spoke up.

“Sleep my love.” He whispered and so you did, your body grew heavier as your slipped into the world of slumber, content, warm and safe.

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not-poignant · 3 months

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Birthday Spotlight - Ash Glashtyn

[27th February - Pisces]

Ash Glashtyn, the fun-loving, cheerful, highly-sadistic and hypersexual Unseelie waterhorse from the canon Fae Tales series, adopted brother of Augus Each Uisge, and eater of humans, has been a beloved and then polarising character among readers. He's been a star in a couple of stories, but mostly he exists as a comedic, sexual, dangerous foil to his composed, sinister brother.

Ash Glashtyn is a monster who is ashamed of being a monster, but when he's a human, he normally has way less internalised issues with himself, and just wants to make the most out of life! He lives big, loves travel, loves everyone, but doesn't want any romantic relationships out of life. This boy will fuck everyone, and finds everyone stunning and beautiful and worthy of his time, but he's solidly aromantic and isn't planning on sexually cohabiting with anyone (with the exception of Strange Sights and The Wildness Within!)

An unlikely mediator, annoyingly charming, human loving, relentlessly curious, intensely protective, and appreciator of the sensual, Ash is one of the most 'human' of the Fae characters, and I've been happy to have him by my side for over ten years.

I’m a mess . . . I don’t even know. I’m not made for all this high political bullshit. I’m not made for any of it, Augus. I’m just some dude, you know? Just some guy. I’ve been waiting for things to go back to normal ever since you went missing.

The Court of Five Thrones

Shadows and Light - (fanfiction) First mentioned in From the Darkness We Rise, and his first official appearance in Into Shadows We Fall, Ash was a beloved character early on despite being on the enemy side and loving the worst villain in the story. An affable and obvious victim who just wanted the best for his brother, Ash struggled to come to terms with the fact that his brother needed to be defeated, and was vital in securing the win/victory for the good guys, even as it meant ruining himself in the process.

The Wildness Within - (AU) The truly sane part of an OT3 featuring Augus, Gwyn and Ash, Ash managed to keep his brother grounded, get Gwyn out of shackles, stop Gwyn from running away in the human realm, and keep Augus from losing his mind when the Raven Prince kept throwing obstacles into their path. Ash was the compass point that kept them on the path to their true north in this story, and we'd not have the relationship we have between them, or the happy ending, without him!

From the Darkness We Rise - (fanfiction) Mentioned only.

Game Theory - (canon) Ash's first canon appearance is also an intense one. The first time we meet him he is drugged out of his mind, the second time he loathes Gwyn, and is drunk, and the third time he punches Gwyn hard enough in the face to break his cheekbone.

The Court of Five Thrones - (canon) Ash works on a book called 'how to lose friends and my brother by trying to be so overprotective while not listening to anyone.'

The Ice Plague I - (canon) Ash, having reconciled with Gwyn, joins the ensemble cast as Julvia's unlikely protector, and a watchful, compassionate eye on the group.

The Ice Plague II - (canon) Ash, starving into insanity like his brother, Augus, doesn't have a good time.

The Ice Plague III - (canon) We learn Ash's heartsong as he loses it, and meet the Glashtyn for the first time. Not a fun guy, it turns out! Or super fun actually, if you like songs about rape and torture. Which the Glashtyn does!

The Wildness Within - (AU) An OT3 of Ash/Augus/Gwyn, Ash here is his waterhorse self, and this story imagines a world where Augus saves Gwyn from his family, and he and his brother learn how to deal with a semi nonverbal torture victim, and become an unlikely polyamorous triad.

Quid Pro Quo - (AU) Gwyn/Ash. A mostly PWP series of Gwyn finding Ash in the human world, and being coerced-persuaded into sex that has a lot of overstimulation. A lot of hurt/comfort and aftercare moments.

Strange Sights - (AU) Ash/Augus. The 'Ash rapes Augus and nearly ruins their entire relationship' one that features dark!Ash and vulnerable!Augus. This one is probably one of the darker longfics I've written, and it's the only story I've thought about deleting. Eventually I decided not to, and I still think it has some of the most beautiful writing in it. A lot of Ash perspective, for people who enjoy that!

The Shaking Shape of You - (AU) Augus/Ash oneshot, in the world of The Wildness Within. This one's porn, folks.

Tumblr Prompts - Fae Tales - (AU and canon) Ash is in a couple of these! In one, he's an unlikely companion while they all go grocery shopping in the human realm, in another, Augus reads to Ash.

Unwound - (canon) Part of the ensemble cast here, his best chapter is the one where he gets Gwyn high on marijuana and Gwyn gets the munchies.

The Ash and Gwyn Interludes - (canon) Chapters where Gwyn and Ash work to reconcile between the events of The Court of Five Thrones and The Ice Plague. Features rare Ash canon POV chapters.

Ten Minutes and Ten Minutes More - (AU) A Mosk/Eran PWP oneshot where Ash gives Eran 'advice' on how to basically sexually assault Mosk. He has black hair in this one, and looks as sinister and dangerous as his brother.

The Augus and Ash Interludes - (AU) Written in 2013, these started off as canon and some quickly became not canon. But features very sweet or silly or angsty moments between Augus and Ash.

Tumblr Prompts - Fae Tales AUs - (AU) I don't actually remember these O.O Very 'I have no memory of this place' Gandalf quote.

When the Tables Turn - (AU) Augus/Ash, Ash is a detective who decides he wants to rail drug trafficker and crimelord Augus Each Uisge. I never finished this, but it was fun

The Best of Broken Resolutions - (AU) The Architect AU (Gwyn/Augus), in which Ash is a member of a band, and gets way too drunk and manages to make his presence known even in this story.

Salt Water - (AU) Ash/Augus. An 11k Id Fic with magical healing cock. Augus is raped by Stertes (yes, that one), and Ash fucks him better e.e

The Day the Ferris Wheel Came Down - (AU) Before Spoils of the Spoiled even existed, I played with the idea of a high school AU here!

Underline the Silver - (AU) An upcoming Augus/Corbyn Prince omegaverse story, where Ash will at the very least be mentioned.

A fun-loving, booze-loving, human-loving, upbeat-appearing quick-thinker, who always looks on the bright side, is ready to back a friend.

Pansexual, aromantic, and loves everyone. Enjoys sex and making connections, but also is happy to move on and make more going forward.

Loves his brother so much. SO much. Too much? He'd say there's no such thing!

Memes

If cheerful emo manifested into a human person

Redheads have all the fun

What? The cheerful guy sometimes has some deep-seated issues that he's not really talking to anyone about? O.O

Most memorable in the canon for his internal conflict around eating humans but needing to eat them. He loves humans so much that he spends most of his time living with them, something Augus and most Unseelie fae view unfavourably.

An unlikely friend of the Nain Rouge!

If he's going to be attracted to another core Fae Tales character, it's going to be his brother first, and Gwyn second, but only in the AUs.

Getting himself half-killed by The Raven Prince

Betraying his brother to save his brother's life, and that creating bitterness between them.

Using pop culture references around Fae who are all talking like Victorians.

This guy can fit so much alcohol in him!

Betraying Gwyn, but not to save Gwyn's life. The mutiny in The Court of Five Thrones goes down as the biggest turning point for his character in the entire canon.

Ash always has auburn hair except in a single oneshot AU, Ten Minutes and Ten Minutes More.

Always cheerful, and that cheerfulness always hides a darker and more sexual side.

Fucks - does he ever fuck

Kinks are always some variety of overstimulation and overwhelming his partners with pleasure.

Curious about people

Protective over those he perceives as vulnerable, including the humans he eats in the canon!

Ash was initially conceived as a foil to the idea that 'all Unseelie fae are evil' in the same way that Crielle was conceived as a foil to the idea that 'all Seelie fae are pure and good.'

Ash Glashtyn's personality is based on actual folktales connected to the Glashtyn. He has been described as capable of great good and great harm, but he's also been described as a waterhorse capable of extreme evil and sadism. He's actually considered more sadistic than the Each Uisge, which I kept as a trait. In fact there is one story where the Glashtyn in human form stabbed long pins and needles into unsuspecting children and women through their buttocks, breasts and other fleshy parts.

The reason Ash looks the way he does was part of a complex storyline that never came together, which frustrates me, but otherwise Ash and Augus would look very similar so I needed something to differentiate them more easily! Plus I really loved the idea of a character who doesn't look immediately kind of 'dark and forbidding.'

Ash has been one of the most polarising characters. During the Shadows and Light era, most people loved him intensely. During the Game Theory era, people became split. People who never read SAL generally hated him until the very end of The Court of Five Thrones.

Ash's heartsong was a secret that only Augus knew for almost a decade. Even I didn't know it for a little while. I always told myself and others that the only time we'd all learn what it was, was when he lost it. When I knew what it was, I told everyone it began with an A. Only one person out of about 100 guesses got it right. :D

I mean, we’re not dead or being actively tortured so it’s like…prospects aren’t all bad.

The Ice Plague II

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not-a-space-alien · 5 months

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I just wanna see the aftermath of Valen escaping—specifically, Priscus’s family’s reaction. I absolutely ADORE Sebastian’s hunting party and would kill to see more of his relatives

This gave me a bit of inspo so please enjoy this bonus chapter/snippet/ficlet! <3

Warnings: Valen is subjected not only to misgendering, but also a heaping helping of plain old manic pixie dream girl misogyny.

Story masterpost

MMSS: Aftermath

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This was ridiculous.

It was made all the more ridiculous by the fact that Valen was absconding in her wedding dress.

She stood out a few feet from the door, standing in direct sunlight. She had her cat and her human–technically those both belonged to Priscus, but he doubted she would care anymore.

She flipped him off. “Real mature, Valen.” Why had he expected better? She was constantly acting like a child. It'd seemed like she was starting to settle down now that she had some sense of stability back at home, but…

Running off in the day? What exactly was her plan? She was going to get hurt again.

He thought about running after her. Trying to put on a cloak and hat and sunglasses and recreate that ensemble. But that was ridiculous. He couldn't even shout after her, because she wouldn't listen. Stubborn thing that she was, she never listened.

That had been charming, once upon a time. She was like a beautiful wild mare, refusing to be tamed. She had the right mix of fierce intelligence, quiet dignity, unconventional spirit, and charming grace to make something truly great in the Kithara empire. She would be an amazing mother, if she would just grow up enough to see it. You're in your eighties, you're far too old to be acting this way.

He watched her walk away.

Come sunset, he would be out looking for her. There was no way she would get very far like that.

***

He'd circled the neighborhood three or four times before he started to get frustrated.

How far could she have gotten? She wouldn't have been able to run like that, the carefully arranged garments the only thing keeping her from burning alive in the sun.

How was she hiding from him?

He asked around. No one had seen her.

He imagined her trapped somewhere, scared and hurt in the sunlight, crying for him to come save her from her foolish mistake, just like she had on that phone call. His heart twisted. His wife was out there somewhere, and she needed him to take care of her, but he couldn't find her!

He stomped back into the house and picked up the phone, finger slamming in the numbers and then impatiently waiting for the rotary to spin back so he could enter the next one.

“You've reached the Kithara estate,” said a voice.

“Put Sebastian on the phone,” Priscus barked.

The servant fearfully rushed to obey.

“Hello, this is Sebastian, with whom do I-”

“Where's Valen?” Priscus demanded.

Sebastian was silent a moment. Then: “How on earth should I know that?”

“You came back with her from human territory. Where are her hiding spots?”

“Hiding spots? Well, I guess there's that house with the two human females-”

“In human territory? She couldn't have gotten that far yet, surely.”

“You're the one who brought up human territory!”

Priscus rubbed his temples. “Fine. Where is the house?”

Sebastian was silent.

“You don't know.”

“It's human territory, you expect me to remember where things are? Why does it matter where individual humans are?”

Priscus slammed down the phone, then dialed again.

“Father,” Priscus said desperately. “Valen’s gone again.”

“Starting with a hello might have been nice,” Xavier said tiredly.

Priscus reined himself in. “I'm sorry, Father.”

“I told you not to bother me with your marital troubles unless it was important.”

“It is important, Father. She ran off and I can't find her.”

“How many times have I told you to keep track of your damned wife, boy!”

“I tried, Father, but she went outside during the day.”

“... During the day?”

“Yes, Father, I knew she was unstable, but-”

“We all told you marrying a commoner was trouble.”

Priscus's anger flared, just a little. “You all also told me marrying a commoner would be beneficial to the family, because someone without connections to another noble family couldn't claim-”

“All right, all right, settle down, boy. No need to mouth off about it.”

“I think she might be heading back to human territory. If you can help me-”

“Priscus,” Xavier said.

Priscus sat up straighter at the finality in his voice. “Yes, sir?”

“Give up already and find a wife you can handle.”

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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Name of the Game

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: When work separates you and Joel to opposite coasts, it's nice to know that things haven't changed [1.2k]

Author's note: IT'S HAPPENING PEOPLE

Warnings: famous Joel au, no outbreak :D, baseball talk, Joel being a shithead, yearning, the lightest touch of sexting

"I hate this, by the way." You say the second the ringing on the other line stops. Joel laughs, and his studio chair squeaks. You keep telling him he needs to replace it, but he's obviously not listening.

"Hello to you, too." He says. You swear you can hear the smirk in his voice. It's been three weeks since you last saw him and the girls. He started recording a new album in Los Angeles, and you got sent off to New York City to shoot for your latest movie. You really didn't think being on opposite sides of the country would affect you two that much, but with the time change, busy schedules, and general exhaustion, you barely have time to talk. Plus, the girls are finishing up this school year, which is always a crazy time for him. You think it would be even if he weren't famous.

"Hi. I miss you." You say as you rummage through your bag for your water bottle.

"This is just temporary. I promise," he says, and you sigh. It's temporary until the next project or album or tour, you think. Your and Joel's work ethic is very similar, and it would be admirable if you didn't both pile so much onto your plate. "I miss you, too."

"How are the girls?"

"They're good. Sarah is stressed with finals and barely comin' out of her room, and Ellie sent me on a wild goose chase last night cause she needed a poster board for a project she's known about for a month. I swear, these girls are gonna put me in an early grave."

"You love them."

"I'd love 'em a lot more if they let me sleep."

"Mhm," you hum as you move to another bag, still looking for your stupid fucking water bottle. At this point, you're ninety percent sure you left it in the makeup trailer. Joel likes to joke that you can't go anywhere without that huge pink monstrosity of a water bottle, but you might be proving him right by frantically looking for it. Joel chuckles at your half-hearted response.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I boring you?" He asks, and you smile. You give up on finding it and flop onto your hotel bed as if it were your own.

"Not more than usual."

"Very funny," he says. "How's New York?"

"It's good. I think we've got another week or two of filming. Everybody's doing great work, and the directors are fantastic, but I'm ready to come home."

"It'll go quick. Besides, you're not missin' much here."

"I beg to differ. It sounds like I missed world-famous rockstar Joel Miller battling it out with a fourteen-year-old in a Hobby Lobby at 9pm."

"It was actually a Michaels," he corrects. You can imagine him standing there with his hands on his hips as Ellie scans the different poster board types and asks his opinion. "The girls and I will still be here by the time you get back. They want us all to go out to dinner the second you get home."

"That sounds nice," you say. "Much nicer than long-distance phone calls at one in the morning."

"Yeah, why are you callin' so late? Not that I'm complaining." He asks, even though he's only three hours behind you. You yawn and stretch out on the bed.

"Shooting went late today, and I didn't want to go to bed without talking to you."

"You're getting ready for bed?" He asks, and you hum. His chair squeaks again, and he gets quiet. "What are you wearing?" You laugh at the question and look down at your ensemble.

"Oh, something super sexy."

"Like?"

"A ratty old Cubs jersey and a pair of sweatpants."

"A Cubs jersey?! You're breakin' my heart, baby," he says. "Send me the hotel's address so I can send you an Astros jersey to wear instead."

"I'll wear an Astros jersey when they can win a World Series without cheating."

"At least the Astros can win a World Series. What was the Cubs drought? A hundred and ten years or somethin'?"

"A hundred and eight, thank you very much."

"What if I got it signed by the whole team? Would you wear an Astros jersey, then?"

"No, but I'd give it to your daughters and take the credit for it."

"Now, that," he says. "Is evil."

"One day, I'll take you to Wrigley Field, and you can watch some real baseball. "

"Be careful. I'll take you up on that offer."

"I'm counting on it, cowboy." The line grows quiet on both sides, and you know this is the closest you'll get to him for the next few weeks. You listen to his breathing and imagine his elbows on the desk in front of him, lyric pages scattered around him, and his guitar within reach. You wish you were there so he could pick your brain about a melody or even just walk by and kiss his head when he's deep in thought. In the same way, you wish he was here so he could read scenes with you and bring your favorites in from catering.

"I can't wait for you to come home." He says so softly you almost miss it. You let your eyes close and take a deep breath.

"Me neither."

"It's late. You should probably sleep."

"Yeah," you yawn. "Tell the girls I say hi."

"I will. I love you."

"Love you." You say and hang up. You put your phone on the charger and try to fall asleep, but your brain is overrun with thoughts of what you need to do the next day on set, things to ask the intimacy coordinator for, and new ideas for scenes. Your phone buzzes next to you an hour later with a text from Joel— a video of him strumming a tune you haven't heard before. He hums lowly as he plays, and the gentle unfinished song continues in your dreams.

The next day is full of shoots, reshoots, touch-ups, and one exhausting scene of running through the streets of Manhattan that the director wanted to shoot at least seven different times. By the time you get to go home, you're sweaty, tired, and have at least thirty unread text messages from Ellie, almost all of them TikTok's that "Oh my god, you have to watch."

When you get to your hotel room, you go to throw your bag on the bed but stop when you see a big box wrapped with a red bow on it. You furrow your brows as you pick up the note attached and read it. For Wrigley Field - JM, it reads. You open the box, and a beautiful new Cubs jersey sits at the bottom with a signed baseball next to it. When you pick it up to look at it closer, it has your last name on the back, and you find an Astros hat at the very bottom of the box. For the World Series, the note reads. You laugh out loud and clutch the royal blue cloth to your chest.

You respond to any and all unread texts, emails, and notifications. After a shower, you slowly start to feel human again. Human enough to shoot a text to Joel.

Ask me what I'm wearing

Uh oh, he responds.

C'mon, you know you want to

What are you wearing?

You smirk at your phone as you shoot him a photo of you wearing the Cubs jersey, the fabric riding up your thighs just enough to show that you're only wearing a pair of lacy black panties underneath. Your phone lights up with his contact photo almost immediately, and you laugh as you answer his call.

"Goddamn," his voice is deep and gravely as he groans. "After that, I think I just might be the world's biggest Cubs fan."

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literaryfandomangel · 3 months

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The Promise Chapter Five

Chapter Five

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't sleep. I lay underneath the thin covers of my bedding, watching the moonlight stream through my curtains. The window was opened, allowing a breeze to flow into the room to dissipate some hot air.

My mind kept going back to those four men on the Boardwalk. Their appearance suggested wild and rowdy, but how they treated me was a direct contrast to their image. I remember teasing the blonde with the long hair and mesh top. His mannerisms indicated that was his usual personality.

I could imagine him teasing his friends as they relaxed, doing what guys do. He had a bright smile - I believe he was Paul if the brunette's warning was correct. I could picture this Paul with the wild hair playing in a rock band. He had a strange tuxedo-like jacket he wore, unlike the leather of his counterparts.

I thought with a giddy smile; I could see his image in my mind. He wore the strangest ensemble - football pants, a mesh shirt, and a tuxedo with coattails. It was a combination I would have never pictured together, but on Paul, the outfit just worked.

The male with the curly hair did have the weirdest jacket out of all of them. It was completely covered in fabric patches. I was curious to know if the coat was leather or denim. He also had fish lures on his shoulders, the glittery tendrils hanging down. This guy wore leather chaps over his denim pants, giving him a pseudo-cowboy look. The curly-haired guy looked like he laughed a lot and had fun like Paul.

The curly-haired one was the shortest of his friends but was still lithe and lean. Being smaller than his friends didn't make him any less masculine. When I last saw him, he was chewing on the ends of his fingerless gloves, which made me assume this was a habit he frequently exhibited. I wondered if it was a nervous habit or something he thoughtlessly did, regardless of feelings.

If I remember that moment, the brunette's hands still caused my skin to bubble underneath my elbows. I let my hands absentmindedly trail over the skin taut over my elbows, letting myself become lost in that feeling. The brunette was large, towering over my frame, but with an unexpected gentleness. His honey-brown eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner, and his jawline held a little stubble.

The brunette was dressed in only a leather jacket with a golden figure on the right arm and ripped black jeans. His ear held a dangling bear tooth, and a chunky necklace surrounded his neck. I realized that the necklace consisted of more bear teeth. His hands were large and calloused but gentle in a way that belied his strength. I imagined this man to know his strength and how to use it to his advantage.

The final man, the platinum blonde with the hypnotic blue eyes, was something that spelled trouble. He just exuded an air of arrogance and menacing, yet I had seen his gentle nature. A protective nature, which I hadn't expected. He seemed to expect answers to his questions, the more dominant group figure. The leader of the four men I had bumped into on the Boardwalk.

He wore a long peacoat overtop of a leather jacket; the collar of the leather jacket was layered upon the peacoat collar. He wore full leather gloves, contrasting with the curly-haired man's fingerless ones. This platinum blonde wore black leather pants, dirty and worn, that tapered down into his leather boots; he creaked when he took a step.

I smiled, thinking how our eyes connected, light blue meeting my deep green eyes. It made a bubble of something, possibly excitement, grow within my stomach as I thought about seeing these four again.

I couldn't understand the magnetic pull I felt towards four different men. I hadn't felt like this just meeting a male in the past. It seemed like fate. I could only hope that these four had also felt the same. I hoped they wanted to explore the feelings, or else I needed to figure out what would happen. I wondered what would happen later if the feelings bubbled to the surface just thinking about the four men.

I yawned, feeling the peace of sleep eluding me. I tossed and turned beneath the blanket, only able to concentrate on the four men. My eyes were burning, and I felt frustrated until suddenly, light blue eyes appeared beside my bed. I frowned, but my eyelids were fluttering closed, much to my protestations.

"Just go to sleep, darling," someone whispered, and I felt the blackness take me hostage for the night. Chapter Six

#david tlb #emerson sister #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys x emerson sister #david x reader #dwayne x reader #fanfiction

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dirtbag-linecook-kyloren · 6 months

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10 characters/10 fandoms

YESSS THANK YOU @jaynesilver FINALLY MY WIDE READING OF FIC COMES IN HANDYYY

We're gonna go chronologically through my life because I think that's REALLY FUN (I legit couldn't choose a west wing character just know that if there's a secret 11th character is the ensemble cast of the west wing)

Artemis Fowl, Artemis Fowl

My first antihero, and we started YOUNG on that, I was reading these books premiddle school. I was obsessed with these books as a kid, and I'm still obsessed with them today. There's rumors of a third, more adult series when Artemis and Holly may get together and I will EAT THAT SHIT UP I LOVE THEM

2. Vexen, Kingdom Hearts

I Legit think this man primed me to enjoy Hux as a character. Like, I'm not kidding, I was obsessed with him as a kid. I'm 90% certain I wrote deviant art fan fic, but I have since abandoned that account so it's hard to know for sure if it ever got published. I was definitely roll playing at age, like, 13? way too young but god I loved him he was BATSHIT

3. Ianto Jones, Torchwood

Man, I can't really explain how much Ianto Jones as a character, he and Jack's kiss on screen, their relationship, and the events of the 456 changed me? It was DEEP though, I woke up the next day a different person, with much less trust in television writer's and their good intentions.

4. Desmond Miles, Assassin's Creed

We have to jump a few years to mid high school, because no joke I was on that Kingdom Hearts train for a WHILE. I love him, he was probably my first blorbo, before the term was invented. I tried to play the games after (MAJOR SPOILER) but I just couldn't do it. They didn't have the draw without him.

5. Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf

Now we've hit late high school, arguably my second blorbo. As a kid with ADHD, he was no joke valuable representation to me, even if it was sometimes played for laughs. I was also the least athletic kid on multiple sports teams who still tried really hard, so I got him, yknow?

6. Will Graham, Hannibal

It's legit tough for me to chose if I like the Will Graham of the books or the TV show better. (Don't ask me about the movies, I haven't seen them, and I probably won't. Movies and I have trouble. See: ADHD.) I'm not sure if he's a blorbo or just like, a regular character I like? My hannibal phase was my last 8 year ship, so the line is pretty blurred.

Now we've reached the part where I dived into a lot of fandoms at once, because I dropped out of college and kind of did a weird spiral? Idk, we've lost chronology is what I'm saying

7. Artemis Crock, Young Justice

god I cannot say enough good things about her and I also cannot express how much (MAJOR SPOILER) made me mad FOR HER. Like it was cruel specifically to her and we should talk more about that, honestly. She was definitely a blorbo, but we're still PRE blorbo as a word in my vocabulary.

8. Darcy Lewis, MCU

My first real fandom bicycle, I ship her with everyone from Loki to Agent Coulson to Natasha. As someone who often feels like the comic relief character in their own life, I appreciate her.

9. Kent Parson, OMG Check Please

My sweet, sweet disaster son. My emotionally constipated hockey boy. The reason captain america is my SECOND favorite character with a birthday on the Fourth of July. I love him, he was amazing, and also my first experience with like, really toxic fandom was being so mad when people tried to equate his canon mental health issues with a noncanon, imagined abuse?? It was wild, I ended up so distressed about it i did have to leave the fandom.

10. Armitage Hux, Star Wars

I mean you've been on my blog for like ten seconds i think it's obvious?? The others needed explanations but like YOURE HERE YOU KNOW

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silverzoomies · 5 days

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i just bought some silver leather shorts and a giant silver fluffy coat and some silver nail stickers

(It’s kinda like this ⬇️ but just imagine it bigger and slightly longer)

When i saw the shorts my mind immediately went to peter and his jacket so i had to buy them

YOOOOOOOOO !!! GO OFF !!! you're goin' wild with the entire silver/grey motif !! i totally dig it !! you're gonna be so gorgeous in a silver ensemble. i just know it !!! 🤍⚡️🤍 takin' fashion inspo from your favs is such a dope move, and i love you for it !!! 🤍

also i love how fluffy the coat is !! looks cozy

#again im so lowkey jealous of y'all's silver fits i think they're so awesome !!#asks #txt #frankiesweird #need to invest in my own silver jacket already godddd 🤍 the grey pink floyd hat isn't enough

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that-was-anticlimactic · 5 months

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if class 1a performed "nerdy prudes must die", this would be the cast list (explanations under the cut):

momo: pete spankoffski

jirou: steph lauter

aoyama: grace chasity

denki: richie lipschitz, jon's bbq guy

mina: ruth fleming

midoryia: max jägerman

ojirou: detective shaprio

bakugou: officer bailey, miss mulberry

iida: mayor lauter, ensemble

sero: kyle, dan reynolds, ensemble

kirishima: jason, ensemble

tsu: bryce's nerd, bryce's reporter, ensemble

tokoyami: wiggly, mariah's bbq guy, ensemble

uraraka: stacy, reese, miss tessburger, nibbly, ensemble

shinsou: blinky, emma, ensemble

satou: boy jerry, joey's bbq guy, tinky, ensemble

shouji: pokey, corey's cop, ensemble

hagakure: karen chasity, brenda, ensemble

todoroki: mark chasity, angela's bbq guy, paul, ensemble

kouda: donna, ensemble

present mic: announcer

okay. jirou just has steph vibes, okay??? the spotify line... y eah. also, i just think momojirou being steph and pete would be ADORABLE and i want to hear momo sing "cool as i think i am" aND IMAGINE HOW ANGSTY THAT REPRISE WOULD BE???

i think aoyama would have the most fun being grace. they're genderfluid, so she wouldn't mind playing a girl. i also just think they'd KILL "dirty dudes must die" and "dirty girl". i just think he'd have the most fun with it

look at denki and tell me that he Wouldn't wear what richie is wesring??? i can literally see it. i just can also see him saying like all of richie's lines. same with mina as ruth... okay well not exactly the same, but i honestly think that mina is the Only person in 1a who could pull off the role of ruth. aND IMAGINE HER SINGING "just for once" LIKE GOD. the "the other day the johnson's borrowed my tap shoes... their eldest daughter is beginning tap. it was no bother, i never ever used them... i used to dance... i used to dance..." LOSING MY MIND PICTURING MINA SING THAT

i know bakugou is like... who we would all assume would be max. but look at officer bailey. watch him kick a chair when he remembered clivesdale beat them. is that not bakugou??? i just also feel like bakugou would be funny as mulberry lol. he also NEEDS to be in "go, go nighthawks". bc of the clivesdale part lol

anyways i think midoriya just needs a chance to go a bit wild, you know? like let him be feral. i think playing max would be kinda therapeutic for him. also i can see him just KILLING "literal monster" and "nerdy prudes must die". i think he and denki would act off each other really well, and sam with midoriya and aoyama!!!

ojirou and shaprio just have similar vibes you know? like the only human in a muppet movie. anyways i just think ojirou would do well :) and iida as mayor lauter... do i need to explain??? i just think he would both be SO GOOD and also SO FUNNY!!! like... the phone and hammer scene?? he and jirou would KILL it!!!

kirishima and sero as jason and kyle was one of the first things i thought of. they are perfect for those roles. i mean... can't you just Hear kirishima going: "we're all giving the butt slaps / with consent of course cause we care"??? and sero as dan reynolds is just funny to me. "i am dan reynolds... with action news, week days at 10pm" - they would KILL it!!!

tsu has the vibes of someone who doesn't really want a big role, so i think bryce's nerd and bryce's reporter would be great roles for her! she gets her moment, but also she isn't like always in it, you know?

tokoyami as wiggly... i mean,,, come on,,, also he's a theatre kid, so he had to get one of the bbq monologue guys. he got mariah by default lol

forgive me for giving uraraka like... all of kim's roles lol i just think she'd be great! i think she would absolutely slay the: "he roars and we cry / he's the reason with no why"!!! and i think she and iida would work well together as tessburger and lauter!!! also... yes, nibbly bc pink but also bc she will kill it okay

i don't think shinsou, kouda, shouji, and todoroki would want big roles. i think shinsou as blinky bc purple but also he'd be amazing, and i feel like he could really pull off emma tbh. donna doesn't really speak much, so i think kouda would like that. i think they'd just rather be in ensemble/working backstage most of the time. shouji would be a fun pokey, i think, and would look DOPE in the makeup and costume!!! i also think him saying that the bbq monologues was "f-ing transcendent" would be fantastic. todoroki as paul is a given, i mean... come on. i think he'd be really funny as mark, especially with the whole "you don't say... you don't say... etc..." iuyftrdtgyuio also. "family". iugytfrdftgyhuijo

then hagakure would KILL brenda and i think she would be the BEST kaen chasity. i genuinely believe that with my entire heart. i think she would LOVE accusing sero of "selling drugs to our children / we know they loves killing!"

i think satou as joey's bbq guy is pretty self-explanatory, but like. he would KILL IT OMG!!! and then okay yes he as tinky bc yellow but also bc he would slay. i also think he'd be a funny boy jerry oigfdghijk

and ofc most everyone who isn't a lead is ensemble. since npmd has a smaller cast, most of 1a would be in ensemble and would be in songs like "high school is killing me" and "literal monster", etc...

#i just think that i was so right for all of this #they would SLAY #yes this all stemmed from me thinking denki could pull off richie's outfit what about it #anyways #here's a random post from my drafts #i also did 1a as black friday and tgwdlm lol #and grace and i did b.sd characters as npmd characters too and we went OFF with that lol #bnha #class 1a #class 1-a #npmd #nerdy prudes must die

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When in Rome... [Remington Leith x Reader] Part II

Masterlist

A/N: Okay... so this is turning into a slow-burn imagine. As much as I love fast and wild romances, I love writing slow-burn even more. Anyway, another big shout out to @imabee-oralizard for the inspiration! Part 3 is not far behind!

Also, I have no ideas how modern accolades take place so I researched as best I could and this is the result.

Warnings: nothing major, just mischief

Boy, oh boy, did y/n feel her hangover the next day. The blaring sunlight stung behind her closed eyes and her body felt as though she'd been crushed under a large dumbbell. The memories flooded past her eyes before she found the strength to open them, remembering with giddy when she accidentally pulled Remington down on top of her. She probably wasn't the best fall-breaking material, anyhow.

Sitting up from her bed she proceeded to stretch her sore limbs, crocking her neck and glancing around the beautiful hotel room. Everything was crisp, white and taupe with lush carpets and sandalwood furniture. After two years of being cooped up in her small apartment, this spacious room was a welcome change.

The cold tile beneath her feet sent a chill up her spine as she meandered her way to the bathroom. Her reflection was dull, with her old eyeliner smudged beneath her eyes and lips brittle and dry. Y/n shook her head as she began to clean herself up. After all, tonight was Emerson's knighthood ceremony, and his closest friends had been invited to attend the private church. That just left y/n with the troubling notion of what to wear to a knighthood...

Y/n picked up her phone and scrolled down to Remington's name, her finger hovering over the button when she was rattled by another memory. His voice, calm yet brittle, traversed her ears and had settled in the folds of her brain, echoing his sentiment of... love? Had he told her that he really did love her? Or had she just fallen victim to hallucinatory drunk dreams?

Y/n shook her head, picking the latter of the two. After all, what would Remington want with her? She wasn't like the girls he'd dated in the past; tall, statuesque -- almost Kendall Jenner like but with an emo twist. After all, y/n was much shorter, a lot less graceful and her everyday life was comparatively messy to his. It was more likely he thought of her as a sister anyway, rather than as a potential girlfriend.

Nevertheless, the notion had crossed her mind more times than she was willing to admit, and she wouldn't object if Remington ever did think of her that way...

She didn't phone him, instead shooting him a quick text asking what he was wearing today. Although knowing Remington, she had a sneaking feeling it would simply be black-on-black-on-black -- her favourite ensemble on him.

They had to catch a plane to Rome for the ceremony, not a long ride and the scenery throughout the trip was spectacular. Y/n had always been fascinated by the patchwork Italian countryside. After that, the group took a couple of hours to recuperate before heading to the church.

Y/n emerged from the hotel elevator, her nerves settling once she exited the tiny space, and her heels clacked against the marble floors as she marched towards the doors. She wore a simple black, flowing dress with patterns of foliage across it. It was sophisticated and at the same time she made it look so young and sassy. Exiting through the hotel doors, she found her friends already clumped at the side of the road as they waited for their cabs to arrive.

And just off to the side was Remington, head down and shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun. And he was dressed just as y/n pictured: black slacks, suit jacket, and shirt with a chain necklace to match. His longer hair was slicked back, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose and he looked so effortlessly cool. Y/n took a deep breath, smoothing down the pleats of her skirt and walking over to him.

Remington looked up when he heard the clacking of her heels, and he wasn't disappointed to see y/n, looking like a Mediterranean princess in that gorgeous dress. He exhaled quickly, beaming as bright as the blaring sun as she approached him.

"-- Damn," the word slipped out before Remington could even process. He felt himself go red in the face, however y/n simply giggled.

"So, I look okay, then?" she asked, doing a quick twirl in her dress, "This is my first knighting ceremony, after all,"

Remington had to quickly gather his thoughts at the risk of looking stupid, "You look fantastic. Princess of Monaco worthy,"

Y/n scoffed, "Oh please. What about you? You expecting a visit from the Volturi?" she pointed to his black ensemble.

"Maybe I am," Remington smirked, adjusting his lapel with one hand and then extending the other to her, "Shall we, my lady?"

She took his hand graciously, subconsciously blaming her burning cheeks on the sun, "Thank you, sir,"

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The church was immaculate, almost as though walking into a high renaissance portal. They were surrounded by marble pillars, pews old but renewed with varnish, every mural and statue within was clean and regal, their eyes having witnessed centuries and centuries of wars, lords, and modernization.

Emerson was up at the front of the altar, kneeling down before the Italian prince as he gave his sermon. The others were silent, respectfully standing in the pews and listening to the booming voice in time to the atmospheric organ music. They had been directed by security to turn their phones off, hence this was a private ceremony.

Remington had his moments where he could be still and silently participate -- after all, he had spent a multitude of years in Catholic school perfecting his "church behaviour". However, he also had moments when the smallest, most insignificant things caught his attention, and once he was distracted his focus on the actual ceremony was ruined.

The priest went to speak of the heritage of this knighthood, behind him stood members of The Order of San Martino, and the Prince himself. Everyone was listening intently, even y/n as she stood respectfully beside Remington. However, Remington's focus zeroed in on one of the sitting barons, and a mischievous smile wormed its way onto his face.

He bumped her subtly, at first she registered it as him simply shifting his weight, but he did it again. Refraining from rolling her eyes, y/n turned to him, feigning patience.

"What?" she mouthed, just barely a whisper so he could hear.

He leaned in close, close enough so she could smell his classic, pleasant cologne, and he whispered into her ear, "Fourth on the left -- Spock,"

She glanced at him in disbelief, but when she switched her gaze to the intended baron she realized what Remington was talking about. The baron drew an extraordinary resemblance to the first officer of the USS Enterprise. She had always been a massive Star Trek fan anyways, she knew he could latch her attention like this. Y/n glared at Remington again, wishing she wasn't in such a delicate environment so she could smack him.

"Would you cut it out?" she whispered, a little louder this time, "We're supposed to be serious,"

"I'm being serious," he whispered back, "When did the Pope bestow Vulcans with Italian royalty?"

"Stop it," she chuckled quietly, "Or else I'll take you outside and spank you,"

Remington choked back a snort, much to the dismay of some of the other attendees throwing perplexed looks at the pair.

"You think I'm that easy? You have to buy me dinner, first," he grinned back.

Her already rosy cheeks went red hot and she turned her attention to the ground, shaking her head, "I'm going to kill you, Remi!"

"In the house of God?" Remington tutted, "How blasphemous,"

"I think she'll forgive me," she elbowed him gently, "Now pay attention to your brother!"

Remington relented, turning his attention to Emerson as he knelt at the altar before the Prince. Emerson kept his head down, unflinching when both of his shoulders were tapped with the blade of a thin sword. Once instructed to stand, the Prince placed a medal around his neck, broad and shiny as it hung by a thick red ribbon. Emerson turned to face the crowd, doing his best to keep his composure from breaking into a wide grin as his new official title was announced. The church erupted in applause thereafter.

Post ceremony the group flooded outside into the main piazza of Quirinal Palace. Y/n had fallen in love, gazing upon the ivory stone and marble infrastructures that reached so high, they could just brush against the sky. Cathedral bells rang heavily over the town square, thin veils of busking music echoed through the atmosphere, and the heat was intense despite the gentle breeze racing through the streets.

Y/n was talking with another one of her friends, standing at the top of the steps of the piazza. With her dress skirt flowing in the wind and the sun rays blanketing her skin in a gentle glow, Remington couldn't help but be transfixed by her effortless beauty. He stumbled forward suddenly when his shoulder was bumped, and Emerson grabbed him by his shoulders as he proudly held up his medal.

"You see this?" he beamed with pride, "This means that you and Sebastian have to respect me more. I'm a friggin' knight!" he didn't so much boast as he did speak with a sort of disbelief. And Remington didn't blame him, wrapping his brother in a tight hug.

"Hey, we're all really proud of you," he affirmed, then taking the medal in his hand "But don't let this go to your head; you can't just take my sunglasses whenever you want,"

"The Order says otherwise," Emerson giggled.

Their friend, Shae, suddenly shouted out for everyone's attention, "Guys! Guy's come on! Get in! Group photo!" she held up her phone, motioning for everyone to cram in together in front of the piazza.

"Shae! Can't we do this in air conditioning?" another girl, Rebecca asked.

"In front of a blank wall? Where's the occasion in that?" she replied.

The friend group clamored together at the top stairs. Y/n kept glancing behind her, careful that the end of her heel didn't slip off the stone step. Remington came up beside her, taking her by the waist and holding her up and away from the step.

"Don't worry, I got you," he assured her. Y/n smiled gratefully, slinging her arm around his shoulders as they smiled in Shae's selfie.

---

Dinner that evening was everything beyond Y/n's wildest imagination. She sat in a private dining area, overlooking the vast city streets from one of the finest restaurants in Rome. The atmosphere was lively, tables filled with rambunctious patrons and couples dancing together on the dance floor to the tune of a live orchestral band. The food was some of the most delicious y/n had ever tasted, consisting of fresh antipasto platters, delicious pasta, perfectly cooked fish and the most sumptuous wine she could ever have. It was better than anything they had enjoyed thus far in Italy. Y/n savoured every morsel, knowing she would never have another opportunity to eat like this again for a long, long time.

She was sat at a table with Remington and a couple of their friends, mixed with the crowd from the Order. They were older gentlemen, but friendly, captivated by some of the tour stories Remington had from over the years. Emerson meanwhile was sat at the head table with the prince, as well as some of his closest allies.

Y/n continued to pick at her rose hip and basil spaghetti, only haphazardly listening to the conversation before she heard her name being called.

"-- And you, Signorina y/n?" one of the barons suddenly called, "What do you do?"

Y/n dropped her fork momentarily, collecting her train of thought before answering quickly, "Oh, I'm a singer. I'm in the process of writing my second album, right now,"

Shae agreed from across the table, "Oh my gosh -- her first album? She basically wrote the whole soundtrack for 'Euphoria',"

The older man furrowed his brows, "Euphoria?" he turned to his aid. The aid quickly explained the dynamic and plot of the popular TV show.

Remington nodded in unison, "Yeah, she's really talented," he went on, "Sometimes even more so than us,"

Y/n chuckled bashfully, "Oh please, Remi,"

"Hey now -- I did say sometimes," he pointed out, smirking as he cradled his wine glass. Y/n rolled her eyes and playfully smacked his arm.

The baron laughed heartily, "I see. And how long have you two been together?" he asked.

If the room wasn't lit only be candles, everyone at the table would've watched the color drain from both Remington and Y/n's faces. They glanced at each other, him simpering awkwardly while she took a sip of her wine.

"Oh no, we're not - um --" however, Remington was cut short by a deep, reverberating ringing.

Lorenzo of Medici tapped his knife against his wine glass, effectively silencing the chatter and gaining everybody's attention. The older gentleman stood, addressing the room with the delight of such a jolly drunkard as he raised said wine glass.

"My friends!" his thick voice boomed, "I'd like to propose a toast!" the rest of the room raised their glasses in sync, "To my good friend and our newest member: Sir Emerson Barrett!" he beamed down at the youngest Kropp brother who was blushing furiously beneath his French cap, "May he continue to bless this illustrious world with his artistry in both the pencil... and the piano!"

The members of the order gave a boisterous 'Here! Here!" as they clinked their glasses with one another. Y/n jumped at the loud auditory break, laughing to herself as she bore witness to the most regal group of individuals in their prime.

"What's so funny?" Remington inquired as the festivities died down.

"I think it's just the disbelief that I'm actually here," she told him.

Remington feigned shock, "What? You've never been to a royal accolade before?" he asked.

"Sure I have. I've just never attended one with an Edward Cullen cosplayer,"

"Oh, fuck off," they giggled together like gossiping school kids in a cheesy teen rom com. And yet it felt so natural to them both, neither Remington nor Y/n would want to be anywhere else in that moment than with each other.

A deeper voice suddenly cleared from behind them, and they turned to find another one of the Prince's barons. He was younger than the other knights, likely in his mid thirties, a dashing dark-skinned man with deep blue eyes that looked to be straight from the regency era (think Simon Basset from Bridgerton).

"Pardon my interruption," he purred slowly, staring seemingly in y/n's soul, "But would you honour me with a dance, Signorina?"

Y/n was taken aback at first. She wasn't much of a dancer and no one had ever asked so regally for her hand. Her gaze fell to Remington, who's jaw was slack open seemingly in utter disbelief. Y/n waited momentarily, switching glances between the two men as she hoped that Remington would interject. For once, however, his voice was caught in his throat, and y/n accepted the offer politely before he could speak.

"S-Sure," y/n took the baron's hand, and Remington became utterly deflated as he watched the pair disappear into the crowd of the dance floor. Y/n peeked over her shoulder, deflated herself when she saw Remington turn back in his seat.

Get real, she thought, he wouldn't ask you to dance.

Across from the table, Ben just shook his head as Remington hung his over his plate, picking listlessly at the few pickled vegetables that were left.

"Dude, are you kidding me?" he said.

"What?" Remington queried.

"Why didn't you object?" Ben asked, "Y/n obviously wanted you to!"

"And what am I supposed to say?" Remington scoffed back, "Sorry Duke, you can't because she's not my girlfriend but I decide what she can and can't do?"

Shae then piped in, "Remi, I love you, but you're about as oblivious as a blind-folded duck flying South,"

"... What?"

"You have a crush on y/n! Everybody knows it!" she said.

"Everybody except for y/n, ironically," Ben uttered.

"Or maybe she does now," Shae remarked, "And she's waiting for you to put your big-boy pants on and make a damn move!"

Ben nodded, pointed his butter knife in Shae's direction, "Now, that's plausible. I mean -- did you see the way she was looking at him?"

"Same way I looked at Sebastian Stan in those Pam and Tommy sex scenes," Shae sighed.

Remington huffed, "Jesus Christ, you guys are ridiculous,"

The baron, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, stifled a chuckle at Remington, "And why are they ridiculous, signore?" he asked, "Because they speak a truth of emotions you think are worth denying?"

"And because he's being pig-headed," Shae added.

The baron chuckled heartily, pouring himself another glass of wine, "Signore Leith, if you feel so strongly for this woman, than I am perplexed as to what is possibly stopping you from telling her how you feel. You Americans... you tend to bury your emotions beneath your pride. Perhaps that's why they all have such a strain on mental wellness...?" he pondered to his aid.

Shae simpered, "That tracks,"

The baron continued on, "Women -- women want romance. They want to be swept off their feet! And I'm confident, as much as she may deny, y/n feels the same. Why -- if you were the man you want to be for her, you'd steal her away from Paolo right now. Show her some real maschilismo! And at the end of the night -- you make sweet, passionate love to her --"

Ben nearly choked on his food at that, partly at the shock and partly at the hilarity. He drew some concerned stares from separate patrons. Shae thumbed on his back and ushered him to drink water, meanwhile staring down the astonished Remington.

"The old man's not wrong, Remi," Shae shrugged, "But... maybe chat about a few things first before you do the boink-a-boink,"

Remington refrained from rolling his eyes as Ben continued to laugh his ass off. Instead he turned in his seat, his dark eyes finding y/n in the crowded dance floor. She chatted some with the baron, laughing at some funny quip he'd made. Remington was beyond frustrated; he had plenty of maschilismo when he was performing, and yet the notion of even hinting a date to y/n had him all choked up. It was his own insecurities that was keeping him from gaining the maschilismo that he needed, he was too in his head with his fears.

Ben cleared his throat, smacking his chest with his fist when he'd recovered, "Rem, go on. What do you have to lose? Just ask her to dance!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm going!" he took a deep breath, stood up, straightened out his suit jacket, and began to head for the dance floor.

The baron called after him, "Bravo, Remington! Bravo!" but his voice was lost in the climax of the band. Remington was only a measly five feet away from y/n when the music suddenly came to an end. The men bowed to their ladies and everybody went to take their seat. He was too late.

"-- Fuck,"

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richbrands2023 · 8 months

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tsuki-sennin · 8 months

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Two years have past since the end of the war with the Bugnarok Empire. Under the guidance of its new King, Jeremy Brasieri, the Bugnarok are now recognied by the other five kings as their own sovereign nation. However... centuries of pain cannot be undone so soon. Not when the world faces ever greater peril.

And... after that... Freaky Friday x 3.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Oh.

-He dead.

-Kamejim's an alien, huh?

-Ohhhhhhhh, that's a lot of bugs.

-Well, his majesty King Gira certainly looks older.

-Everybody seems to be resting on their laurels.

-Rita would be ashamed.

-"Oh... I see... Well, that's not the least bit surprising."

-What the hell happened to our worldwide government?

-"Please stop crying, it's not your fault! D:"

-The aliens are coming! We've been compromised!

-"I do, yeah!"

-Dugden Dujardin...

-"Right, here's the deal. You're all gonna hand your planet over to me.

-THEY THREW THEM IN JAIL?

-WHY THO

-RITA YOU RUN THE JAILS HOW-

-"Hey buddy, you lied to me, y'know?"

-Ohhhhhhhhh

-Holy shit

-This guy is just Bug-type Evolt.

-Oh my God.

-Y'know, I can't say I expected intergalactic genocide from this show.

-"Wow, you're right! I am mocking you."

-I have to say, the green screen halos add a lot to how surreal and terrifying he is.

-Hey, wait a fucking second, that's America on that earth model!

-All that with a flick.

-He nearly destroyed all of America.

-Racules you motherfucker

-Gira says "Up yours, Dugdump."

-Whoaaaaaaaa, who is that?

-J

-Jesters.

-Gorma...

-Man's got his own roster.

-Jimmy, of course, was here the whole time.

-I suppose God's sitting this one out.

-The Tyrant King returns.

-Ohsama Sentai! King-Ohger!

-Lovin' the new hair, Yanma.

-Kaguragi seems just about the same as he always is.

-Ran, on the other hand... Absolutely serving.

-Oh, short hair Rita. Love it.

-Rita's one gray eye...

-We are so back. ...even though really it hasn't been that long.

-"Freeze, stinkbug."

-Oh great, Jimmy slipped away.

-Oh

-Oh my god.

-What kind of fucking PC needs global power siphoning?

-HIMENO CAUSED A WILD FIRE

-KAGURAGI CREATED A FARM TANK

-RITA WOULDN'T FUCKING TAKE A VACATION

-Yes, kings are back, I saw last episode.

-Intergalactic clown bugs.

-We traded Dezzy for this jhkhkl

-Gorma's already come up with a perfect scheme~!

-Kaguragi's a flasher I see.

-Oh wait, no Himeno???

-Goddamn, Kaguragi's living it up.

-Yanma, you're in the middle of a tundra, why the hell did you take Rita's shoes off?

-There is literally no episode premise better for an ensemble cast like this than a Freaky Friday plot.

-Ohhhhh, I noticed that Rita covered Yanma's eye. It must be blind.

-The actors are absolutely nailing each other's mannerisms, holy crap.

-I'm glad Kaguragi and Jeremy are enjoying themselves :)

-Himeno's still absolutely serving in Kaguragi's body.

-"Yanma... please... hurry up, I need it."

-"Dude, c'mon, you're already making yourself home in my body, at least-"

-"GIVE!"

-My current theory as to why Rita covers their mouth so much is because they have an oral stim they view as particularly embarassing. I imagine it must've hurt a lot when Gira laughed so hard.

-It is so weird hearing Rita's voice speaking so casually.

-Apparently Ran's not built enough for Kaguragi's liking.

-"Oh, trust me, Mantis Lady! You gotta knead your dough and feel the burn to make a nice, extra crispy bread."

-Gorma Jumpscare.

-Gorma Rosalia...

-Ninpo! Body Swap Art!

-"Beat me, and you'll be heading right home."

-Ohgai Busou!

-Oh, right, just because the minds switch around doesn't mean the authorization does.

-Nin!

-Oh, Rita smiled, that's nice :)

-"Jeremy, you're thinking a little too generously..."

-And this is Gira saying this, so you know this is gonna be a geopolitical nightmare.

-Jesus Christ Himeno jkjhjkmnhl

-Well at least Kaguragi's employing a bit of aid.

-SEBAS WHAT

-"No fighting."

-C

-Cross-brained fox.

-"I'm arresting each and every last one of you bastards!"

-Yanma, Yanma, Yanma, Yanma!

-Aw, Jeremy :)

-Not the least bit surprising that Gira and Jeremy are taking this the best.

-"Whaaaaaaaat? Nooooo, nooooooo, I don't think the Bugnarok are responsible for this, nooooooo!"

-Huh

-I have to disagree Jeremy, that was insanely quick, considering.

-Heat stroked out.

-Having a bit of a wild day.

-"Suppose we've spent a bit too much money on healthcare..."

-There's a certain elegance in Kaguragi's interpretation of Kamakiri Ohger.

-That's a really cool way of tying the body swaps into the fight scene though, I won't lie.

-They mad.

-Bang!

-That's our Jeremy.

-We won! Technically!

-Now to remove the Ninja

-OH FUCK

-Ohhhhhhh, you're one tricky son of a bitch, aren't you Gorma?

-Oh man, shit's getting real now.

#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!#ohsama sentai kingohger #king ohger #kingohger #ohsama sentai king ohger #king ohger spoilers

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navysealt4t · 1 year

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pspspsps if you want you can tell me your thoughts on riptide: the musical :3

!!!!! very good because i love musicals >:))) i’ve seen like.

i think for the fey wild and noctis would be VERY heavy on lighting effects n stuff :) the fey wild would be sooooo cool. the place is very whimsical so i imagine there’s be like a harp and violin and very light instruments that can do rlly good high notes :) creating an out of this world feelings that’s just sooo off of the tone from previous locations

AND THE MONSTERS!!! like dugon and that plant in desire island !!! like. idk if you’ve ever seen the plant from little shop of horrors but that’s how i imagine the plant with “kind eyes” in desire island :)

and PUPPETS man . i love the lion king musical and their use of puppets and the OUTFITS OHH MAN <333 that’s how i imagine all the monsters. biggg puppets operated by lots of people n stuff .

ALSO THE BLOCK !!!! fucking . i think to symbolize all the turning and changing of the rooms they would be the ensemble carrying HUGE curtains/fabric that would be swishing around and stuff. idk they’d be running around and covering the stage and albatrio as the rooms change.

godddd the block…. during the fight between jay’s dad and everyone there would be a HUGE musical number. mainly instrumental and jayson would do a big monologue over the music and and. when jay “joins” her dad, it all goes silent expect for a few violins (idk how music works btw km just a choir kid) and she draws her bow it all goes silent. then she lets the arrow go and BOOM HUGE MUSIC!!!!!

god fucking <3333 musicals man. i love the sets and music and all the work that goes on behind the scenes and DANCES!! god there’d be so many cool dances in riptide: the musical….

hehe am big theater nerd thanks for letting me scream abt this :3 id talk more but i’m in class so maybe later lol

#i’ve seen sooo many musicals man..#matild and anastasia and little shop of horrors and lion king #I SAW LION KING ON BROADWAY BTW IT WAS SO FUCKING AMAZING #but man <333 #also i’m performing the wizard of oz this month and i’m SO HYPED #i get costumes this week :3 #but hehe this was fun to scream abt i love musicals <333 #bumbling thoughts

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quixoticrobotic · 9 months

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at4w fandom for that ask meme u reblogged :]

The first character I first fell in love with: uuh i've always really liked mark bc his backstory was like the most fucked up thing i'd seen in media when i got into at4w???? and i just thought that was so INTERESTING like IMAGINE HOW THAT WOULD AFFECT YOU AND YOUR ABILITY TO TRUST PEOPLE AND FORM RELATIONSHIPS AND SCREW UP YOUR MORAL COMPASS and if canon just ignores that i'll think about it myself!

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Linksano! at first i just like didn't rlly care about the super early stuff, including his intro, but no hes so great i adore him hes so good and weird and has a lovely color scheme

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: uhhh ninja style dancer is barely a character but hes in like all the character line ups and a ton of fanfic and like. hes not interesting enough to be an ensemble darkhorse hes just. a guy with cue cards. he adds nothing

The character I love that everyone else hates:

If Mirror!Margaret has million fans, then I'm one of them, If Mirror!Margaret has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE. If Mirror!Margaret has no fans, that means I'm dead. to be fair its less that shes hated and more that the narrative is really harsh to her

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: IM JUST GONNA PRETEND MOARTE DIDN'T YEET A CHILD INTO THE VOID AND EVERYTHING WILL BE OK AND I DONT HAVE AN ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION

The character I would totally smooch: every time erin or joanna re on screen im like NOT TO BE A LESBIAN BUT

The character I’d want to be like: 90s Dude! I wanna be that confident in my interests and not care if people think im annoying or dumb

The character I’d slap: idk i feel like theres a sufficient amount of hitting in the show

A pairing that I love: JAERISJOANNA LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO like wheres the jaerisjoanna content like LOOK AT THEM

THEIR MAGIC GUNS MATCH AND ARE POWERED BY THEIR LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER

A pairing that I despise: tbh there are parings im not wild about but none of them provoke enough emotion in me to warrant. being despised

#words to people #cosmignon #YOU CANT ASK ME WHICH CHARACTERS I GOT CRUSHES ON WHEN WE'RE DATING AND YOU ARE RIGHT THERE IN THE SAME ROOM DFGHGFG

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 2 years

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Hi! What’s your favorite Railway Series book? I have another question too, what do you think of the engines faces being the smokebox doors?

I'm not sure what I think about the smokebox faces? It's peculiar when you try to think through it and make it "realistic" but the notion is so natural that there's not much to think about.

People really get on Awdry's case for not having thought through the implications of his sapient engines but I feel like we gotta cut the man a break. He clearly never had any interest in worldbuilding. It's not like he had some wild oddball idea that he just then neglected to nurture to maturity. Almost everybody has imagined smokeboxes to be the face of a steam engine (and the grill and headlights to be the face of a car, etc.)

No idea if that answered anything. Anyway!

What isn't my favorite RWS book?

Honestly it changes every week or two. At one point or another it’s been:

Thomas the Tank Engine - the structure is so simple yet so sound. this is some Joseph Campbell bullshit right here (positive)

Tank Engine Thomas Again - simply a classic from the moment it was penned. not my personal favorite (i think the ffarquhar line is just a bit too twee as a setting for my tastes?), but you can't beat these stories or this character. objectively, the best stand-alone book in the series. you don't have to know anything about anything to read this and to fall in love and to sense at once that it's an indispensable part of classic childhood literature.

Toby the Tram Engine - this kicked off the era of somewhat darker themes of obsolesce as well as new characters having really great introductory arcs/backstories❤️ points off for the last story tbh—but points on for seeing the Fat Controller and his fam on holiday as well as the parts dunking on busybody cops

Gordon the Big Engine - another one that just has really good structure—plus some underrated character moments in this—plus stories 1 and 3 are hilarious

Edward the Blue Engine - the vibes are impeccable

Eight Famous Engines - altogether, just a really good ensemble romp

Duck and the Diesel Engine - I N T R I G U E

The Little Old Engine - another just-really-good ensemble romp

The Twin Engines - I N T R I G U E, also irony; it's just very ambitious, grow-the-beard stuff

Very Old Engines - the sheer layers going on. also i'm a sucker for prequels.

Main Line Engines - just very classic Golden Age rws stuff, witty and warm, nothing to criticize, all clover. it feels like home.

Enterprising Engines - hooooooooooly crap, it's so good. some bits are shaky or pudgy, i kinda wish i had been the editor for this one, but you have to forgive the nitpicky stuff in the face of all the wealth. a triumph.

Oliver the Western Engine - the books just kept getting better in this era? wtf?????

Duke the Lost Engine and Tramway Engines - i could write ESSAYS on both these books. i SHOULD. like at this point you can start doing high-grade LITERARY ANALYSIS (enthusiastic)

Christopher Awdry's stuff is alllll on a lower tier than the above but while i'm on a roll i gotta give some props here too:

Jock the New Engine - i don't know how to defend it, it just makes the mini railway feel very real to me in a way that their first book (funny though it was) didn't

Gordon the High Speed Engine - it's overrated by certain Thomas bros, who to my eye seem to be deliberately obtuse when they insist that it's every bit as good as any Wilbert book (WHAT??), but it is enjoyable, thoughtful, and certainly the most consistently high-quality Christopher book

Henry and the Express - i'm here purely for the arc and the book's ending. as a final word on Henry's character development, the last couple of pages are unmatched and give him a new and hard-won layer that even Enterprising Engines didn't quite get him to

Thomas and the Twins - the interactions between Thomas, Edward, Bill and Ben are delicious. even if the Trevor story is pretty lame, i'm still soooo glad this book exists, i can't believe it, it feels like someone wrote a self-indulgent fanfic... and i am Here For It

#chatter #the railway series #what even are engine faces #thomas the tank engine (rws)#tank engine thomas again (rws)#toby the tram engine (rws)#gordon the big engine (rws)#edward the blue engine (rws)#the little old engine (rws)#the twin engines (rws)#very old engines (rws)#main line engines (rws)#enterprising engines (rws)#oliver the western engine (rws)#duke the lost engine (rws)#tramway engines (rws)#christopher awdry #the fact that thomas and toby originally bonded over heckling a policeman is amazing 🙏 we stan

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