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kneelingshadowsalome · 4 months

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Genuinely so obsessed with the ask you answered about reader being associated with König’s childhood bullies and coming back years later to try and make amends……. I need the angst, the drama, the nasty disgusting degrading sex, the absolute turmoil on both of their parts 😭 I am starving for this, the way you portray König especially there is exactly how I’ve always envisioned him in my mind!!!!!! And then with reader desperately trying to make him happy now out of guilt and her crush that’s grown 10x since she saw him in school, delusionally hoping and believing there’s a *relationship* between them and she can fix what she thinks she allowed to happen back then 10 years after the fact, while König is constantly fighting himself to not fall for reader despite his own buried crush resurfacing, and convincing himself he’s only using her to release stress and tension after assignment while simultaneously holding so much resentment for her and her sheer proximity to the people that tormented him back then, I am foaming at the mouth for the toxic dynamics to be found there !!!!!!!!! The old him begging to fulfill some childish need to have her, while this new monstrous version of himself only wants to watch her suffer to repent for how he had to suffer !!!!!!!!!!!!

I know right?! I’m obsessed with this too!

I’m so here for the toxic relationship dynamic (sue me), also me and @bucca2/@wordstome had a whole conversation about this yesterday because König would bend over backwards to self sabotage this shit.

(The following is mainly a summary from our brainstorm session from last night + I have bucca to thank for the precious meme at the end, it’s König in a nutshell with his high school crush lol)

First of all our girl is sooo in love. She was in love when they were young, but now? She’s a goner, König is out of this world. He's so handsome, so confident, the epitome of cool if there ever was one... and God, would you look at those muscles?

Now she can finally drool all over him but back then, what was she to do? As the shy one of the clique, she always tried to avoid attention; she could never have endured what König did. Perhaps it was cowardly of her, but she really was just scared. She could only dream about him from afar, and in her dreams, they would both change schools due to their parents moving or something... Ending up in the same area, finally getting to be together like it was a miracle, Deus ex Machina.

Her silly dreams never came true, but it looks like they're coming to fruition now. And this time, she's going to make everything better! Now that they're both grown up and free from their tormentors she can finally admit that she has feelings for him, feelings that are only sparked fast aflame when she sees the man he has become.

And König can’t stand it.

Where was she when he was odd and scrawny? Where was she when he cried himself to sleep over her?? Of course she wants him now that he’s big, independent and menacing, an odd nerd who discovered guns and gym... He thought she was better than this.

Deep inside, he’s still like this:

...but we just need to forget about it because König is NOT going to fold for this girl.

He’s not.

And the sex is so NASTY. Bordering on degrading, König wants to be a gentleman when it comes to ladies, but this one? This one he wants to fuck like he paid for her. She brings out the beast in him, and he finds himself asking her to get on her knees and blow his cock on some filthy cruise... Fucks her like he doesn’t love her, and she’s absolutely lovestruck, when did König become so mean? (God, that she loves him)

Trying not to fall in love with her (as if he ever fell out), König is so incredibly mad at this girl – is this what she wanted this whole time? A buff jerk who fucks her doggystyle until her knees bleed, who gives her the bare minimum, who barely even calls her when he’s away? (He has to physically restrain himself from doing that because of course he’d like to hear her pick up the phone with pure hope in her voice)

While changing his tactics and devising a plot to make her pay, König doesn’t even understand that he’s falling fast for her again while becoming now (seemingly) the best version of himself. It's only to dump her later, of course. He's just being nice so that she'll cry over losing him later. He brings her flowers, eats her out for hours, getting sick satisfaction from the way she cries about how it’s the best sex she’s ever had. He’s going to bring her to her knees, in more ways than just one... She’s going to remember him for the rest of his life when he rearranges her guts, ruining her for any other man.

König is becoming the thing he hates the most while she’s learned her lesson, now wearing her heart on her sleeve. No more shame and secrets, she’s not afraid to tell him how she feels! How she always had a small crush on him… And not even that small… How she loved to hear his presentations, no matter what silly subject they were about because he had actually done his research. How she could’ve swooned when his voice changed. After a short breaking period, he started to talk lower than anyone else in the class, earning himself more of that bullying because he sounded so manly at such a young age.

König is about to burst a blood vessel when hearing all this: she had a crush on him back then? What the actual fuck??

And then come the cuddles, the slow mornings, the coffee and toast, the showering together… She leaves her toothbrush in his place, and it stares at him accusingly from the side of the sink. She wears his t-shirts and looks absolutely gorgeous, mouth-watering and sweet in them. His sexy little minx, the one who didn’t get away…

Wait, what? No. No. No!

And when his high school sweetheart confesses her love for him for the first time, she's so open and vulnerable and sweet about it. Like she has been from the start, his sweet, sweet girl, exactly the kind of woman he always wanted to bring home to see his mom. König is about to lose his mind when she tugs at his shirt, almost cries when she says how much she loves him and couldn’t bear to live without him… She would cry herself to the grave if anything ever happened to him…

(König is like:)

#könig angst #könig fluff #mmm this is so nasty and delicious #they're practically soulmates #collaborating with other writers #könig x highschool sweetheart

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khristie16 · 8 months

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Can I please request toxic Charles Leclerc x innocent naive reader, where he gets delusion thinking reader would leave him and maybe isolates her. Smut please with oral and daddy kink and spanking

“You didn’t have anything for dinner. But no worries. You’ll be having yourself from my fingers today.”

“Hi Charles!”

“Bon Bon Bebe.”

Charles made his way towards you to kiss you on the forehead. You’ve always loved his affection towards you. You smiled hazily to his T-shirt.

“Something wrong?”

“No no, I was just thinking.”

He nodded as he patted your head. You went to the table in the dining room. Spreading out your work sheets since you were getting ready for the uni project you’re having.

“What are you working on?”

“Oh- just some material about political correctness in a nutshell for the sake of the people in charge.”

“Hm, interesting.”

“I’m heading to the cafeteria to do the work.”

“Why, you have everything you need in here.”

He brushed his fingers on your skin and smiled hazily on your profile.

You stopped planting the pages in a correct order and just looked up to meet his eyes.

“I know Charles. But I’m meeting my study partner there.”

“A what?”

“A study partner. You know, you study together.”

His gaze stopped moving and solely was on you. He may stopped breathing for a second. You got worried if he’s in pain or something.

“Are you alright sweetheart? You look pale.”

He just gulped. Trying to remain his standing and talk to you but you were faster.

“You know if you’re getting sick or have a cold or something I can take care of you afterwards and then I’m gonna crash at my parent’s place. You need to rest. And I cannot get sick. You know my sister is getting married in the next three days.”

You started packing your stuff to the bag and heading to the kitchen.

“Charles where do you have some medicine? Or some pills”

Charles was out of sight as you were searching for him from where you were standing. You had a trouble getting the pills from the top shelf.

“Charles?”

Nothing. You were getting worried where he disappeared. As you were making your way out of the kitchen, someone slapped his hand across your mouth with a rag. You got dizzy from the smell, falling to sleep.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

Your eyes were glued shut and you had a hard time getting used to the light in the room. As you were getting used to it, you tried to get a hold on the environment around you. You didn’t recognise anything. You just felt your hands are tied behind you, behind the back of the chair and you had something in your mouth preventing you from the talking. You panicked and shivered on spot. Trying to lose from the embrace but in vain. You slowly started remembering how your day went. Uni, then meeting with Charles at his place. Now you’re somewhere you don’t know. You thought what could have happened to Charles! Someone must have got to the apartment and do something to him. You looked around to see if there is Charles tied up next to you. But nothing. Instead you saw a tall figure coming from the corner. You saw it was Charles.

You wanted to ask him what’s this all about but you couldn’t since you’re mouth was not free so just mumbled sounds came out of you.

“Sh sh YN. Don’t make yourself lose energy yet. You’re gonna need a lot of it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and felt how watery your eyes are getting.

“You think I’m stupid YN? You think I didn’t see that you were trying to run away from me? Trying to drug me with some fucking pills to put me to sleep meanwhile you pack all of your stuff from our place??”

You hummed on the chair looking confused as ever. You thought you had to hit your head or something because you could comprehend absolutely nothing.

“You think that I didn’t know you’re running to some fucker for a shelter? You’re so stupid for putting this up on me. ME!”

You writhed more and started crying. He was getting closer and louder which terrified you.

“Stop crying belle. You are the one who wanted to drug me.”

You blurted out everything you wanted to say. Anxiety growing more inside of you making you cry even harder.

“Don’t bother crying YN. No one will hear you.”

He moved forward and let your mouth free. You gagged and coughed a little from the sudden intake of air to your lungs.

“Wh-what are you saying? I didn’t-“

“Cut the bullshit. I will show you exactly what you got yourself into. Because I’m not letting you go. Ever.”

You looked at him in shock, at lost with your words as he was making his way towards some wooden box. The sound was absolutely terrible, making your ears bleed. They were chains. Heavy one.

“Do you see it? On one hand there is a clip you put on the wall with the clinch. The other end of these are handcuffs. I will put it around your wrists darling. Your beautiful little hands so you won’t move.”

You shivered so much you could put a dance competition like this. You felt the cold sweat run down your spine and tears falling on your bare thighs.

“Ch-Charles please.”

“No.”

“I didn’t do any of this!”

“Stop it YN”

“I swear I didn’t plan anything like you said!”

In a matter of a second, he was at your sitting position looking absolutely furious as he cupped your cheeks.

“I said shut the fuck up or I’ll put more toys on you you won’t be able to do anything beside having this beautiful mouth wide open for me to stick my cock into your throat.”

He let your face hang low again and went for the chains.

You cried quietly as he was working on your hands with the chains. He stood up right afterwards and undermined the chair so you fell down. He took the knife out of his pocket and held it in front of you.

“No no please Charles no!”

He grabbed your t shirt and ripped it open. The same went for the rest of your clothes leaving you bare in the cold room.

“You think I’d let some study partner to touch what’s mine? You’re so dumb YN.”

You yelped in pain as you shivered even more from the cold air around you and your knees rubbing against the harsh ground.

“Look at me.”

You did. Eyes full of tears.

“How a baby calls his dad?”

You didn’t know what he was implying. You stayed silent. Which you shouldn’t have. He grabbed a hold of your hair and put your face closer to the knife that reoccurred again because of your disobedience.

“I asked you something.”

“I don’t know!”

“Fucking think. You should be smart enough.”

You tossed a cry a little and then spoke to him.

“Dad.”

“Wrong answer baby girl.”

Tick tack. The answer came to your mind.

“Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

He put you standing by your hair and spreading your legs with his feet. His fingers made their way toward your core.

“This sweet little pussy is forever mine. You understand?”

He slipped one finger into you. You felt ashamed how easily he could get in. You were wet all down there and you didn’t know why this is happening to you.

He played with his finger, slowly pushing in and out, adding a second one to your heat. You started to writhe on your legs trying to gain some support and not be held putty like this for him. But his thumb circled your clit and you moaned. You knew you lost it this exact second.

“My baby girl wants a release?”

You cried out but moved forward his palm. Head falling back. Eyes shut. He added a third finger making you yelp in pain as he was spreading you wide.

“My baby girl needs to be ready to take daddy’s cock doesn’t she.”

“Please…”

He was working your core you’ve heard how slick you are and felt the feeling in your stomach to build more and more to bring fireworks. You moaned more you didn’t even held back anymore.

“Please what.”

“Please Daddy.”

More tears filled your eyes and fell down on your cheeks. Charles grabbed your breasts and squeezed them. Making you throb even more. You were close. He laughed all of a sudden. You snapped your eyes open to look at him, feeling the loss of his fingers from your core.

“You didn’t have anything for dinner. But no worries. You’ll be having yourself from my fingers today.”

He moved his fingers to your mouth, signalling you to open it. You did. You licked his fingers with your wetness and sucked his fingers dry. It was like some other entity used your body to submit to the devil itself.

“Say thank you to your daddy for giving you the dinner.”

“Thank you daddy for the dinner.”

Charles kissed your lips softly and smiled at you. His dimples on full display.

“I’m gonna give you more. We don’t want you to starve don’t we?”

He went to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. Freeing himself he spread his legs hips wide apart and nodded once for you to come to your knees. You knew since you can’t use your hands, he will mouth fuck you. You gulped and hissed at the thought of the upcoming soreness.

“Open your sweet little mouth baby girl.”

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. He chuckled at you.

“YN, I don’t even have to tell you. You’re better at this than I thought.”

He cupped your right cheek as he slowly led himself inside. He was long and thick and you’ve always struggled to take him fully. You tried your best but he grabbed you by your head from both sides, using his both hands and fucked your mouth. You gagged and cried, you felt drool over you chin falling down on your thighs as it was progressing. He was panting hard and loud, still looking at you. His eyes kept you captivated at his embrace and your pussy clenched at such sight. He moved faster now, his movements sloppy and he came right after the second groan he let out. It was a big load it leaked out from your nostrils. You tried your best to swallow all that was left in your mouth.

After he caught his breath, he looked at you and patted you.

“Good job baby girl. How did you like your diner?”

#charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you

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allovesthings · 1 month

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Batman plus Arsenal in nutshell:

Roy: Woah, I really dislike you, please stop endangering my life and you are a bad parent, also at least praise your kids a little bit more sometimes.

Bruce: I miss Ollie too.

#roy made some very valid points #dc comic #dcu #roy harper #batman #bruce wayne #arsenal #also what was that costume Roy ?

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thatscarletflycatcher · 7 months

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Okay you got me. Tell me about PP 1980

Okay, so XD

Imagine you had a BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice that was 5 hours long, faithful to the book, and yet having a different perspective/understanding/interpretation of the characters and the story? That's P&P 1980 in a nutshell, and I think it is worth watching just for that. But here are some other concrete things it has going for it, specially in relation to other adaptations:

The casting is closer in age than 95, and on one specific important case, closer than 05 too: Lady Catherine de Bourgh is played by an actress in her mid 40s, and she nails the absolute Opinionated Facebook AuntTM thing that the character has going in the novel.

It's not the only case of closer accuracy to the book in characters: Mr Collins is a young, tall, big guy, whose main issue is being very small minded, petty, and obsequent, instead of recurring to "he's greasy or slimy" as other adaptations do.

If you agree/like the "Darcy has autism" headcanon, this is the adaptation that leans the most heavily into it (it does overdo it, in my opinion, but there's a very interesting contrast between the flat affect of his facial expression, and the richness of inflexion in his voice)

Elizabeth Garvie's Lizzy is just... extraordinary. This adaptation circumvents the Jane-as-prettier-than-Lizzy issue by casting as Lizzy an actress with big, dark, very expressive eyes, small features and a very lively, sharp countenance and manners, whereas Jane's actress is tall and graceful and has a general air of kindness and sweetness, but in a very youthful way.

Speaking of Jane, this adaptation focuses much more on the sisters as sisters, and gives special emphasis to Lizzy's love for Jane, which I appreciate a lot.

Also speaking of Jane, Jane and Bingley are the cutest in this. They are given time, and he's kind and sociable and sweet without being an idiot. This adaptation includes that great line of his about how he wouldn't mind Darcy so much if he wasn't so tall, and the following comment about how Darcy can be fastidious of a Sunday evening.

That way, this adaptation includes several fan favorite scenes/lines that don't usually make it to adaptation, such as Darcy asking Lizzy to dance a reel, Lizzy playing and singing at a party in Meryton, Caroline teasing Darcy about putting uncle and aunt Phillips on the Pemberley portrait gallery, and the "I cannot fix the hour or the spot..." line. EDIT: also, the coffee pot scene!! and the rivalry between Mrs Bennet and Lady Lucas!

I also think it balances well how awful, in different ways, both Mr and Mrs Bennet (EDIT: and she's not insufferably shrill!!!!) are as parents (unlike how 95 and 05 "pick sides"); it emphasizes how self centered her efforts are, and how lazy and callous he can be in his mockery and indolence.

The opening sequence of each episode is a roll of a hand-drawn summary of the events of the episode and that's such a lovely detail.

Mind you, the adaptation is not without its faults. The production values are not what we are accustomed to nowadays. Some acting and lines are stilted and/or awkward. It has the odd choice here and there that is involuntarily funny. But I don't think people need discouragement from seeing it. I don't even think most of the general Austen fandom is aware of its existence. For my part, it has become my favorite adaptation of P&P (that I have watched so far; I haven't gotten yet to either 1967 or the Italian one).

#ask #kajaono #pride and prejudice #Jane Austen #pride and prejudice 1980

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kurim-chis · 10 months

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this post in a nutshell: the Vidyadhara cycle can get a bit fucked up. sometimes. a lot of times. all the time, if you really think about it.

Note: i also blame my philosophy teacher. he was an awesome teacher, but philosophy class always made me question my own existence…

i think Dan Heng is right in wanting absolutely nothing to do with Imbibitor Lunae’s past and very clearly states he is NOT Lunae. However despite Dan Heng’s wishes and many people empathizing with him, in my opinion, it boils down to this:

the mentality of being a Vidyadhara

A case of “shut the fuck up and don’t spout bullshit, you don’t know how it feels, experience it yourself and then you know how hard it actually is”

First Note: Vidyadhara are just built differently — physically, mentally, and psychologically

For the vidyadhara, it’s their natural life cycle to be reborn with a clean slate every 700 years, possessing no reproduction capability and being immortal as long as they underwent the reincarnation process. They see it as normal and a “matter of fact” thing, and xianzhou natives do too, but can other non-vidyadhara species truly understand this? It’s kind of like how other species see things differently and have different morals from humans.

It’s a bit of a mind-fuckery because a vidyadhara is always the same person, but they always will get a clean state, and yet depending on each incarnation they might turn out completely different.

So they’re the same, but they’re also not.

Second Note: don’t say any bullshit until you’re the one going through it, then you will realize how hard it is

Basically this. Perhaps some aren’t going into a breakdown when their vidyadhara friend just deletes them from their life (or well, the vidyadhara is deleted and born anew), and they try to accept it because they’re too old and are wise enough to accept their lot in life, but there are others who are just bamboozled by it, even though they must have thought they were prepared for it. exhibit 1) Jing Yuan

Even the vidyadhara are not excerpt from this.

There’s a vidyadhara mirage who says his vidyadhara lover just went into an egg. To the race, this is a normal cycle of life. She won’t remember him. She will be the same person born anew. She will be a different person too. She can’t be burdened with anything of her past incarnation. He knows she is not dead, but he stares at the rolling waves and feels as if she is because he cannot and as a vidyadhara he must not see her reincarnation as HER.

But his feelings won’t matter, do they? This mirage said he couldn’t wait for his turn to come, but this wouldn’t guarantee him another future with his lover because CLEAN STATE you know? After returning to his egg, being reborn anew, then all of this — his grief, his solitude, his love — won’t matter anymore because he will also stop caring about it as well. It won’t matter. They won’t matter. The only thing that matters is their new life, but at that point that is NOT going to be the life of their incarnation, is it?

This is such a contradiction, isn’t it? Perhaps in “another life” he had also thought this, had also grieved for someone else or been grieved in return, but those lifetimes don’t matter in the same way his current one won’t matter after he reaches 700 years old.

“So you’re gonna be reborn after another 157 years? That’s how your race keeps being immortal and wards off the mara disease? Just the way you were created by Permanence? Cool.”

“So you’re the SAME but also a DIFFERENT person every time you go into an egg? That’s kinda trippy, but OK.”

“What will happen after that? Will we still be friends when you wake up?”

and the next time your friend appears, they are a child and you are absolutely no one to them

(…)

(how is this immortality?)

(my friend/brother/sister/parent/mentor/student/comrade/lover has not forgotten, because this is not something as simple as forgetting, this is a clean state — in a way only the vidyadhara, transcendent and celestial, can achieve. a cruel severing of everything you had to do with them.)

(they are gone, and in their place is a child with a clean state)

(it’s as if they are dead and you’re left to deal with a legacy—)

So despite what Dan Heng says and the Vidyadhara culture, I can also see why Jing Yuan struggles and is pained by the sight of Dan Heng. And also why Xianzhou deems Dan Heng guilty.

I also can understand why Blade is so enraged at Dan Heng and refuses to back down or stop trying to kill him (Blade being insane put aside) due to his incarnation’s sins, because how UNFAIR would it for Imbibitor Lunae to get a clean state just like that? What, they’re same person? But they get to start over as a NEW person? All his sins like that, gone? What sort of bullshit is that?

Just. This whole vidyadhara reincarnation thing can get very, very fucked up, you know?

#kurim writes hsr #dan heng #imbibitor lunae #jing yuan #a vidyadhara thing?#honkai star rail #hsr vidyadhara are so pretty and I like how they’re basically hatching from an egg over and over #and despite dan heng making it clear there’s a distinction between him and dan feng #they’re also the same person #jing yuan seeing this kid who is supposed to be the same but he’s not #this is kind of fucked up #??? my brain is exploding #this is kind of a tragedy to be honest #just me scratching my head at 3 am #hsr #hsr blade #hsr spoilers #honkai star rail 1.2

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