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ufnathaniel · 2 years

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hello and happy opening day to uf and all of us! let me introduce you to nathaniel. he’s the heir to the city of ouros located in gleerium and serves as the captain of the city’s army! he personally fought in the final war of the states in eltia so he’s considered a glorious war hero and all that. i’ll leave more details under the cut as well as some wanted connections i had in mind, so please like this post if you’re interested in plotting!

(discord available upon request! i prefer it over ims but i don’t want to put my id out here lol )

backstory

firstborn son of ouros nobility, a sigh of relief as an heir is secured.

raised by the state’s finest to succeed his father’s legacy (a decorated and well-respected war general)

most people see him as an obedient pushover, and to a certain degree, he is. growing up, he’s learned that his life didn’t belong to him, but instead the nation, and slowly loses his sense of identity and self.

secretly craved freedom and independence, but as he grew into his late teens, it looked more and more impossible.

when he turns seventeen, his fiancee is decided upon, fellow gleerium nobility. neither of them seem very happy about it.

he’s proven himself as a excellent son and future ruler so far, but when he turns eighteen, his father presents him with a test: to go to war.

he’s to take charge of ouros’ main army and lead them into battle against eltia, to conquer and come home victorious, or he would have his right to inheritance revoked.

it may have sounded like an escape if he failed–finally, a chance to be free and live on his own terms, but it devastated him. having lived his entire life dedicating time and effort, blood, sweat, and tears to fulfill his duty as heir, suddenly having that one sureness in his life threatened was terrifying.

who was he if not future baron nathaniel von ouros? after everything he’s done and sacrificed to get here, there was simply no way he could fail now.

and so he takes on the test, to wonderful results. with the combat and tactical training that had been drilled into his head since a young age and a sharp mind that surpassed even the brightest of scholars, he led ouros’ army to victory, and with the help of their allies, he fulfilled their family’s legacy as a military power, putting his name down in history as one of the bringers of gleerium’s peace.

but it wasn’t without loss. brilliant men he dined and laughed with, shared stories around the fire with, he could not return them to their families. he himself had suffered a critical blow to the back as his company was ambushed, and would’ve bled out if not for the healers on site. it took months to recover, but he learned much about commanding from the back lines in that time.

upon returning to ouros, three years after he left, a foot taller and with a deep sadness in his eyes but a warm smile on his lips, he was welcomed home as a hero.

since then, he’s been learning to live life in peace as plans for his marriage draw ever closer. he’s still trying to cope with having lived out life in war, and it isn’t going as smoothly as he would’ve hoped. as with the previous years, he’s simply waiting for the next step in life to be decided for him, the next order to be issued. the very least he can do is make his family, people, and future wife happy.

that all being said, he’s found himself making more and more excuses to travel outside the boundaries of nobility, even going as far as to create an entirely different identity to pass off as a civilian. he excuses it by saying he can protect the people better if he knows how they operate, but deep down he knows it’s because he likes the feeling of escapism it brings.

that is, if everything goes to plan.

wanted connections (* = requires further plotting, somewhat picky)

* younger brother (around 17yo give or take a year, south korean fc) / the second and youngest son of the ouros family. their father doesn’t consider him worthy of inheritance/the baron title, and however way he reacts to it is fine with me.

* fiancee (female gleerium nobility around his age) / engaged for political/power reasons, first met around 14-16yo, i don’t mind if she’s genuinely attracted to/in love with nathaniel or not, but he will see her as his duty to marry more than anything. he will play the part of a loving fiance/husband though, so it won’t be obvious.

fellow gleerium nobility / he socialized a lot during his teen years so he would know most other nobility by name if anything. we can come up with whatever sort of relationship for them, though!

enemies / having fought wars and all, he’s bound to have enemies, especially ones that were involved in the war with eltia.

comrades / similarly, others he might’ve fought alongside with during the war.

visitors / now that he’s no longer expected to fight, he’s taken to patrolling the streets of ouros on horseback (though his father says it’s not fitting of someone of his standing). a chance encounter between the two of you?

friends who know no better / people who know him as his civilian persona, leo. it says friends but i’m down for any sort of relationship you can have with a dude who’s just a little bit mysterious but ultimately harmless looking.

and honestly, i’m open to any sort of ideas you may have! just hmu <3

#uf:intro #ooc.

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lgwilliams · 1 year

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asrisgratitudejournal · 2 years

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June

Lol sebel nggak, baru aja ngepos 2 biji post terus tiba-tiba ngetik postingan baru. Berhubung udah lama banget ga update rekap kehidupan (jujur I kinda need this actually, karena ngerasa kok hidup ga berprogres gini ya… ngapain ajasih non kok tiba-tiba Juni-nya habis), mari kita list apa saja yang terjadi dan kulakukan recently:

Dari yang paling recent dulu, hari ini… literally ga ngapa-ngapain dengan dalih bangun siang tadi malem sleep late karena baru balik dari Cherwell Boathouse super-duper late yaitu jam 22.20-an… DAN dingin banget semalam!!! Ga bawa coat karena siangnya super sunny, terus tiba-tiba malem 13C aja kan. Dan karena sudah late, bus juga udah jarang-jarang akhirnya memutuskan untuk jalan dari Wolfson situ ke city. Untung bis no 8-nya datangnya cepet.

Kenapa ke Cherwell Boat, karena ada summer dinner SeedWISE dan RisingWISE yang si DPhil dan Postdocs women kupernah ikut Oct-Nov 21 itu. Seru sih jadi banyak ketemu orang. Ada Gurpreeth, Amy temannya Kalina, Annie post-doc juga. Kemarin juga jadi menambah teman Ally anak chemistry dan Daisy salah satu EDI officer di MPLS. Makanannya enak, cuma keluarnya lama aja… Mulai drink reception tu jam 7pm makanya kupikir ah jam 21.30 beres kali ya, yaudah gausah bawa coat. Oh betapa salahnya saya…

Kemarin (Senin) pagi dari jam 7.30am hingga 10.30 am jadi interviewer internal Jardine! Sangat seru ketemu 6 kandidat-kandidat yang super brilliant dan passionate in what they are doing jadi membuatku terpacu juga. Wishing all the best to these 6 wonderful people!

Kemudian Minggu kemarin! Ngapain ya… oh gaada kegiatan apa-apa sih. Lupa pagi ngapain aja, tapi yang jelas siang pesan Deliveroo Korean rice bowl gitu terus keluar ke Starbucks jam 13-an sambil telponan sama Aji dia di-invite buat internal interview Jardine-UGM jadi kami ngobrol banyak banget, sampai 40menit-an(?) Terus videocall mama… Tadinya mau lanjut jalan ke makamnya CS Lewis tapi ternyata ku mau pipis lol terus jadinya memutuskan buat pulang. Dilanjut sorenya jam 16.30pm udah dibookingin badminton court sama Archu tapi akhirnya ku baru datang jam 17.30 sepertinya lol. Yang dateng adalah Baron, Parth, Archu, dan saya.

Sabtu the whole day dari jam 7 pagi sudah di Bonn square buat prep mosaic. Btw mosaicnya diliput sama Teh Rosi masuk indozone!: https://indozone.id/s/mnsdvVl Dari sepagi itu langsung mengisi air buat pemberat di westgate. Terus selepasnya Alhamdulillah lancar-lancar acaranya. Sempat gerimis sebentar tapi nggak yang sampe interrupting acara. AKHIRNYA SELESAI!! HAHA senang banget Alhamdulillah YaAllah. Tapi emang ga stress samsek sih pas hari H karena tahu ramai dan banyak yang bantu. Siang nuker kupon panitia £8 buat beli siomay. Jam 19pm-an udah sampai rumah terus kata Kalina suruh abisin pizza dia, jadinya dinner nge-bake pizza. Makan pizza sambil chat sama Iqbal Lail yang gatau tiba-tiba kebangun jam 3 pagi katanya.

Jumat ke office tapi juga sangat tidak efektif… ketemu Bu Yani dan Nadia buat ngambil angklung yang di rumah supaya besok paginya nggak usah jemput aku dari pagi-pagi Pak Bambang. Kamis lupa ngapain. Rabu dateng seminarnya Richard Katz dan di situ ketemu Tamsin ditanyain progress paper lol. Jujur udah 2 hari ini ga kepegang tu paper hadeh. Selasa Senin juga asli lupa ngapain. Kayanya di antara hari-hari ini ada episode ke Boots nyari Loratadine sama anti-itching cream terus nelpon GP disuruh beli hydrocortisone 1% itu deh.

Minggu tanggal 19 Juni gabut juga jadi makan siang ngajak Diny makan di Grounded Kitchen Headington. Mayan lama ngobrol di situ karena makanannya keluarnya lama. Habis itu jajan Starbucks lalu malamnya jam 7pm ada meeting terakhir buat persiapan H-7 mosaic. Awalnya udah pengen di Socials Westgate tapi apparently dia tutup jam 7 pm HADEH (BETUL-betul tidak bisa nongki di hari Minggu memang di Oxford tuh). Akhirnya kami ke common room akomodasi-nya Bumbum. Dari situ ke Bonn square buat ngeliat layout. Beres dari meeting nyari dinner, beli Hassan’s terus di hari itu yang ada double rainbow! Super cantik.

Sabtu pagi ke rumah Bu Shinta buat ngambil angklung dan mindahin ke rumah. Bu Yani sempat mampir juga duduk buat sort some things out. Terus dikabarin Mba Wulan kalau sisa angklung ada di rumah dia di Summertown tapi Mas Ubunnya lagi covid, akhirnya tapi tetap kami ambil angklungnya. The rest of the day sepertinya ku hanya di rumah saja��

Jumat yang ini sepertinya pas ada Quiz day di RCR. Cuaca juga panas banget kayanya sampe 31C jadi kupake summer dress aja ke office. Siang Gilang ke dept buat ambil print-printan kartu Bodleian dia. Terus aku lupa makan apa… kayanya ga makan apaya. Sempat ke westgate pas siang hari buat beli hand cream di The Body Shop karena tangan betul-betul sekering dan jadi segatel itu begitu masuk summer ini. Malamnya memutuskan untuk nonton Lightyear (yang sangat bagus karena sangat ringan), tadinya mau sambil pesan pizza eh tapi hot foodnya lagi ga bisa di-order akhirnya makan popcorn aja yang besar. Kayanya sesampainya di rumah masak indomi apaya kalau gaksalah.

Kamisnya ke Abingdon School! Nonton Irfan ada konser sekolahnya. Dia main obo! Dan juga ada solo piano. Seru banget udah lama banget nggak ngeliatin atau berinteraksi sama anak-anak sekolah… Weekdays ini kayanya tried to get my feet back to work after Malta. Terus Rabunya nonton Jurassic World: Dominion (yang shootingnya di Malta dan BSG juga!). Senin kayanya langsung ngajak Diny makan di Antep kitchen

Minggunya, hari besoknya setelah sesampainya dari Malta, langsung dijemput Pak Bambang jam 9.30am buat bantu-bantu set-up hall di Beckley village. Btw murah banget lho hire/rent village hall di sini seharian gitu sampe jam 16.00pm ga sampai £100! Itu udah dapat hall indoor + kitchen + kids playground + field luas juga buat acara outdoor. Seru banget perayaan ulangtahunnya Bu Yani dan Pak Bambang yang ke 50. Makan enak banyak bangettt. Main game dari balap karung sampe tarik tambang juga. Huhu makasih Bu Yani udah diajakin. Sebetulnya mereka ulang tahunnya pas kami di Malta sih… kayanya pas tanggal 10 Juni itu deh… apa bukan ya, apa 9 gitu. Anyway, kalau jadi orang sini, aku juga akan sering-sering bikin event di village hall deh kayanya… murah gitu.

Hmm.. udah sih kurang lebih seperti itu saja event dalam hidup saya belakagan ini. Pas di-scroll banyak juga ya… Marilah kita tutup chapter semester 1 2022 yang sudah mulai lively ini dan bersemangat menyongsong last half 2022! Yey!

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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Prinzessin 👑

Zemo x Reader

Zemo is out of prison and gets to see his wife (you) for the first time in years. No mention of past trauma, just fluffy romantic smut. Still absolute filth though. Set during episode 3 of FATWS. Originally posted on AO3, the paragraph formatting on tumblr went a bit wonky lol, more wholesome than I’m used to writing tbh but Zemo just really wants an heir to inherit his title.

Warnings: 18+, slightly Dom Zemo, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), Zemo has a huge praise kink, fingering, multiple orgasms.

Word count: 3,050

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When you had seen the call pop up on your phone you were hardly sure whether to answer it or not. You were never keen on answering calls from unknown number but you accepted the call and held the phone to your ear nonetheless.

“Prinzessin?” Your heart almost stopped. Only your husband ever called you that. He had been in prison for years now but you could recognise that voice anywhere. It had to be him.

“Helmut?” You questioned, hoping you were right. You could practically hear him smiling down the phone at the sound of his name on your lips. It had been far too long since he had last heard your voice. “Where are you? Are you out?” You asked, barely more than a hushed whisper, hoping against all reason that you were right.

“Yes Prinzessin, I am free. I am safe. I will send you coordinates, meet me there my love.” With that, your husband hung up the phone. You couldn’t help but notice how his accent was still thick after all the time spent in prison. In the back of your mind you had always a known this day was coming. Helmut Zemo was a brilliant man with a fantastic brain, it was only a matter of time before some other interested party found a way to free him from prison. You were just glad no harm had come to him in the process. Soon enough your phone pinged with a text message from the same number. Before you knew it, you had a bag packed and were on a plane to Madripoor. You were practically trembling with excitement as you walked into the safe house, careful you were not being followed. You stepped inside discreetly, careful not to draw any attention to yourself.

Once inside you were greeted by a beautiful welcome area. Your shoes clicked softly on the wooden floor beneath you. The room smelled of fresh coffee and dust, while it was obvious that this safe house didn’t see a lot of use, you could tell it had been recently occupied.

“My love?” You heard your husband call before he appeared, walking in from a room to your right. His warm smile when he saw you was infectious, just as loving and giddy as he had been all those years ago when you had first met. He wasted no time in crossing the space between you two, your bag dropped to the ground unceremoniously as your arms laced around his neck. His hands moved to your face by instinct, fingers cupping your jaw in a light but insistent way as he crashed his lips against yours. You could feel how his lips were still curled into a smile as they moved against your own. His left hand wandering to your hair, trying desperately to pull you closer, doing everything in his power to make up for all the lost time with this one moment. You couldn’t even guess how long you had stayed that way for before both of you separated, flushed and gasping for air. The need for the other’s touch being greater than the need to breathe. Even as your lips parted, he didn’t let you go entirely. He kept your face close to his, thumb stroking along your cheekbone, almost as if he was scared you would be gone again if he let you go. You had to admit, the Baron looked stunning in his dark, high-necked sweater but the fur lined coat interested you most. To anyone else he may have looked imposing but you knew your husband better than to believe he was capable of causing you any harm. He was absolutely devoted to you, as you have been to him. His lips were pink and swollen and looked absolutely perfect as he drank you in. He smelled of the same cologne he always had, something lavish and expensive. Smelling it again almost made your knees weak after such a passionate kiss.

“H-how did you-.” You began but weren’t given the chance to finish asking your question before your husband had crashed his lips against yours once more, the same passion returning tenfold as his tongue moved instantly against yours. You let out a tiny, breathy moan at his urgency which didn’t go unnoticed by your husband. He would have been more than happy to admit he was desperate to feel your body again. You had both spent so long being denied the pleasures of each other’s bodies that despite how much he longed to tell you all the details of his escape from prison, feeling you again was higher on his list of priorities. Despite himself, he pulled away slightly, only long enough to swoop you up in his arms and carry you to a lavish bedroom. Before you knew it, you were being dropped gently onto silk sheets, with one strong arm either side of your head as the Baron continued his assault on your mouth. He was needier than before, the years of neglect driving him almost mad now that he had you here with him in the flesh. Tiny gasps escaped from you as he bit your bottom lip between his teeth, his hands moving to make quick work of your jacket. Back when you two first met he would have been embarrassed by how much his lust was consuming him in this moment. He was always known for holding his cards very close to his chest, never wanting to give anything away but as his wife, you knew him better. He knew he had nothing to hide from you. You sucked at his neck, marking him as yours while he worked to rid you of your shirt and bra, tossing both on the floor unceremoniously. He pressed, nipping, open mouthed kisses down your chest before biting gently on your right nipple in the way he always knew you liked. Your moans of his name falling from your lips only encouraged him to continue, tongue driving you wild as he pressed it flat against your nipple after a particularly rough bite. While switching sides to give your left nipple the same attention, he used one hand to unbutton your trousers, slipping his hand under the fabric to play with you over your panties.

“Oh my love, you are a soaked little mess.” He practically groaned, feeling how slick you were without even having to move your panties out of the way. Truth be told, you had been like this since you took your seat on the plane to Madripoor but between the continued assault on your nipple and the gentle teasing the Baron was providing between your legs, you could hardly find the words to tell him. He looked up at you with a hunger you had never seen before. Of course, your wedding night had been passionate but this was something else. He was looking at you now like he was ready to entirely lose himself in you. You were an angel in his eyes, all that kept him sane in prison was the thought of making it back to you. And now here you were. He pulled your shoes off before pulling your trousers down your legs, letting them land on the carpeted floor in a heap. You probably should have felt exposed like this, in only a tiny pair of soaked through panties, with Helmut Zemo still fully clothed but you were too lost in your desire to notice.

“Helmut please, please touch me.” Your little needy cry came after he had spent too long tracing one finger over the length of your clothed pussy.

“Anything for you, my Prinzessin.” He whispered softly, watching your face as he slipped just one finger under the thin material and into your soaked pussy. He studied your face as it contorted in pleasure, your little gasps encouraging him as his finger curled just right. His pace was slow but it still felt magical “God my love, you are so tight.” He mused, watching from between your legs as you lay spread on the sheets in front of him. Without warning, he pushed your panties aside and added a second finger and at the same time, pressed his tongue firmly against your clit. The sensations were nearly overwhelming as you involuntarily bucked your hips against his hands and mouth, trying desperately to get more. He had you right on the edge and you knew he had only just started. You could tell by his confident smirk that he knew it as his fingers flexed inside you. “Such a good little kitten for me, you have no idea how much I’ve missed tasting this sweet little pussy.” He praised, finishing his sentence with a broad stroke of his tongue, from where his fingers were driving in and out of you, up to your clit. “You’re so good for me. Look at how you’re practically riding my hand, hmm? So needy and wet. Can’t get enough can you?” He teased with his thick accent, knowing it would only heighten your pleasure. Your legs were shaking with need and he didn’t have the heart to make you wait any longer. He leaned down and sucked gently on your clit. The hand that wasn’t driving into your pussy reached up and tugged your nipples and you knew you were done for.

“Oh my god, Helmut, fuck!” You squealed, feeling your orgasm hit you like a train. Clenching tight around his fingers, your thighs also tightened around his head, keeping him in place as you took the chance to ride out your orgasm on his tongue. Your husband didn’t stop his assault on your body until he sensed he was giving you too much. Your body was tense with over sensitivity when he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean while you watched.

“So delicious my love, you did so well for me.” He sighed softly, leaning over to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue and if anything it made you want him more. His hand tangled in your hair as you moved to push his coat down his arms. He removed his sweater, leaving him in just his dark trousers. His skin was undeniably pale from spending so long deprived of sunlight, or perhaps the dark material of the trousers just made the contrast even more noticeable. Either way, you couldn’t give it much thought at that point, working instead to undo his belt and push the trousers down his toned legs. His boxers were undeniably tented and you took great pleasure in ridding him of them, letting his hard cock spring free. His tip was dark and already slick with precum, his eyelids heavy as you gave him a firm stroke, remembering exactly how responsive he is as a deep moan caught in his throat. As much as you wanted to draw this out, neither of you had the resolve for that. It had been far too long. You gave him a couple more strokes before climbing on top of him, straddling him. The head of his cock between your wet lips felt heavenly, teasing as you rutted back and forth on top of him, not allowing him to enter you just yet. His little gasps were encouragement enough as he groaned praises against your mouth. “You feel so good on me Prinzessin. Need you my love. That pretty little pussy is already dripping onto my cock. Can you feel how wet you are for me?” His praise never seemed to stop as he grasped your waist, letting you slick his cock thoroughly. After a few moments you reached down and grasped him, positioning him at your entrance before slowly sliding down on his length. The stretch had both of you gasping, your bare chest pressed against your husband’s as you gave yourself a moment to adjust to his size. “That’s it my love, taking me so well, just like I knew you would.” He encouraged as you slowly started to bounce up and down on his member. Your little needy moans getting louder as you became accustomed to his size. God, you just felt so full. Anchoring your hands on his shoulders, you bounced on his cock as the praise continued. “Yes my love, I can tell you’re enjoying this, you missed feeling me fill you up. You don’t need to tell me, this pretty little cunt is giving it away. Squeezing me so tight.” If Helmut Zemo had one thing, it was a filthy mouth. Your body ached from the position, your legs growing tired but his head was hitting so nicely inside you it would have killed you to move.

“W-want you to fill me Helmut.” You moaned out, turning quickly into a panting mess.

“Really my Prinzessin, is that what you want? Want me to cum in this sweet little pussy? How about I do just that? Fill you up with my cum? You would look so beautiful carrying my heir for me. Is that what you would like? Do you want me to make sure your little belly is full of my seed?” He mused filthily against your ear, beginning to thrust from underneath you. His words and the intensity of his thrusts had you practically falling apart, orgasm building in you before you even had a chance to warn him. Before you knew it, your pussy was clenching around him and you were babbling nonsense about wanting to give him his heir. Prison really must have given him plenty of time to think. Your fingernails had left deep scratches down his arms but he did not seem to care as you came down from your second high. “You know cumming without my permission is against the rules, my love. But I’ll let you off just this once.” He smiled softly, placing loving kisses against your neck as you fell boneless against his firm chest. He let you take as long as you wanted like that, neglecting his own pleasure to ensure you knew this moment was borne out of love. As much as he longed to be giving you another orgasm, he needed to ensure you knew how much he deeply cared for you. After a few minutes of you regaining your strength, he urged you to lie back on the bed, one hand coming to cradle your face, the other pushing his cock back inside you. You certainly had no objections to this new position, given that your legs felt weak from riding him with such intensity. He kissed you lovingly as he established a decent pace, letting your moans and whimpers help him gauge when he needed to speed up as your pleasure built up once more. His lips only left yours to suck bruises on your neck and his praise continued against your ear. “You’re taking me so well my love, you feel amazing. God I have missed you, missed being buried deep inside you like this. Gonna cum in this little pussy, I will make sure you and my baby never want for anything.” He was practically trembling with the need to fill you, his own release building quickly.

“We will need nothing now that we have you Helmut.” Your promises broken by soft moans as he thrust into you. Carefully, you lifted one leg over his shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper into you than you could even have imagined was possible. His eyes fluttered shut as he increased his pace once more, chasing a high that was long overdue.

“Touch yourself Prinzessin, cum one more time for me.” He moaned, knowing that he was close. You did as he asked, fingers moving skilfully against your own bundle of nerves as he watched your face contort in pleasure. Within minutes, you were just as close as he was, ready to fall over the edge with him. “Cum for me my love.” He encouraged, watching as your fingers sped up, pussy twitching deliciously around his throbbing cock. Once he felt your orgasm start, he knew he was done for. He fucked you through your high before giving one particularly hard thrust as he filled you with his seed. The force of his orgasm had him trembling above you, barely even able to hold himself up. You reached a hand up to cup his face, stroking your thumb lovingly over his cheekbone as he came down from his explosive high. The sound of your heavy breathing mixing with his was all that could be heard as he slowly pulled out of you and rolled onto the silk sheets beside you. You wasted no time curling up beside him as he wrapped his arms around you, feeling absolutely boneless from three orgasms. He loved these moments, the ones with his loving wife pressed against him, knowing she was safe and satisfied, knowing that everything he cared about in the world was right there in that room with him. After a brief moment tracing little shapes over his bare chest with your fingertips, you spoke. “Did you mean it Helmut? About giving you an heir?” You asked softly, noticing a slight flush creep over his cheeks.

“I did, my love. I have always longed for a child, a little one to inherit my title when I am gone.” He admitted, pressing a hand lovingly to your lower belly. His face made clear that he was being sincere. The love he had for you was almost radiating from him and you had to admit, it had been lonely while he was in prison. You knew, no matter what happened that both of you would be taken care of. You placed your hand on top of his on your belly and kissed him gently, the fingers of your other hand carding softly through his hair. The silence was not uncomfortable, just heavy as he awaited your response.

“Then I guess there’s no time to waste!” You smiled, his laugh at your eagerness was light and carefree, warming your heart that he felt so relaxed with you. Neither of you made any effort to move.

“Do not worry, my Prinzessin,” he breathed softly, thumb stroking lovingly over your lower belly, “we have all the time in the world now.”

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tendertokyo · 3 years

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My take on NCT at Hogwarts

what is it with me and being active on this god forsaken app all of a sudden... anyways, i know that we've thrown jk rowling in the garbage but listen i can't just throw away my whole childhood for one stupid rich white cis woman. also i have no idea what's going on with the neos but when do i ever? alright here we go

taeil: he's giving me frustrated hufflepuff, like he really wished to be in gryffindoor but it didn't work out. think he'd be a halfblood and have a pet toad. likes to visit hagrid for tea sometimes. simps over some bad bitch in slytherin, really thinks she's into him too, everyone tells him she's way out of his league. broke his wand twice already trying to open a can of sardines

taeyong: also strong hufflepuff energy. he's the keeper and captain of their quidditch team and a prefect too, picked purely cause he's good with kids. walks around without his scarf in the cold winter because he wrapped it around ten's neck one morning and nagged on him for not taking care of his health properly, never got the scarf back and doesn't mind. i feel like snape would intimidate the crap out of him, like he would not be able to stay calm during his classes rip. he'd be adored by all the other teachers though, especially flitwick who believes he's really gifted in charms

johnny: a gryffindoor pureblood and keeper and captain of the quidditch team. always the one who tries to talk things out with mcgonnagall when they pull some stupid shit and get caught, never successful. has the marauders map and likes to throw underground raves in hidden rooms and tunnels. buddies with peeves and the house elves. buddies with everyone actually. and regardless of liking him like that or not, every girl in school has fantasized of fucking him in the quidditch locker room showers ooooop-

yuta: omg the heartbreaker of the school. a halfblood slytherin prefect and beater. snape's favourite student, like he gets whatever he wants from that man without trying. everyone is lowkey into him cause of his hot and mysterious vibe and there are so many rumours about his sex life circulating around, but no one actually knows if he's seeing someone. people also speculate he's a metamorphmagus but no lol he just dies his hair a lot. has a pet cat who's mean to everyone except him and mark. likes to explore the forbidden forest cause he's a weirdo

doyoung: a ravenclaw pureblood who hates quidditch, only shows up for taeyong's matches and nags him afterwards if hufflepuff loses. he's the headboy and happily uses his title to threaten haechan. hates divination with a passion and idolizes mcgonnagal, as he should. knows everyone's bussiness in the whole damn castle, never starts drama but almost always ends it. used to tutor some younger students but they quickly realised he's a mini mcgonnagall and zoomed straight outta there. snape lowkey wishes he was in slytherin but don't tell anyone

kun: gryffindoor headboy, probably the calmest person in that entire house and the only one who can kinda control the chaos. if yangyang or hendery annoy him too much he'll give them the wrong password on purpose, mcgonnagal has this unspoken respect for him for that reason. feels really bad for the house elves and wants to help them as much as he can. known as the dad or daddy of gryffindoor, depending on who you ask hehehehe

ten: the artsiest ravenclaw but fucking terrible at riddles, so he's always stuck at the door unless someone let's him inside lmao. is super into divination but purely for the aesthetic. never wears his uniform properly, always wears taeyong's scarf and lots of witchy jewelry. started a dance club in the room of requirement, loves hogwarts halloween with his whole heart. set a classroom on fire once and managed to sneak away undetected. always hooks up with someone at johnny's parties

jaehyun: the fucking fratboy of gryffindoor. he's a halfblood and a chaser on the quidditch team. left so many girls on read oh my god. sneaks alcohol and weed into school, coorganizes parties with johnny, yuta and mark. people think he's this hot bad boy or some shit, lol no bitch he's a dumbass don't waste your energy on a doofus like him, have you heard his laugh he sounds like a 45 year old man. mcgonnagall doesn't trust him at all, always looks at him with shifty eyes. the fat lady flirts with him everytime he approaches the commonroom door

winwin: on the snobby pureblood side of slytherin, like he gives off really judgy vibes. is in ten's dance club, there's a rumor going around that he's an animagus 'cause he moves gracefully like a cat or smth, but he isn't he's just really talented. spends most of his time in the owlery petting birds. the bloody baron freaks him out, most of the ghosts do. tried to be a big brother figure to renjun and chenle but they bullied his ass like crazy so he dropped them like hot potatoes

jungwoo: the most confident gryffindoor y'all. he's a muggleborn and a chaser. has the cutest pet owl, is really into care of magical creatures. snape hates him because he's too "sunny" of a person. wild at parties but looks fine in the morning somehow. the biggest flirt you'll ever meet and has so many bitches wrapped around his little finger lol, there's a rumor going around that he's real beast in bed. awesome at dueling, uses his cute airhead shtick to apsolutely destroy people. can you tell i love his pisces ass?

lucas: a hufflepuff halfblood and beater. wannabe fuckboy but can't because he cares too much lol, those muscles are made of feelings dawg. hits on every girl he sees and is almost always successful 'cause we're weak for cute and sweet himbos. is the biggest show off on the quidditch field and has his own fan club. really into care for magical creatures, like literally wants to befriend every single one of them, hagrid has to pull his ass away from them before he gets hurt rip

mark: a gryffindoor prodigy, a muggleborn and a chaser. the most stressed prefect you've ever seen. mcgonnagall has a soft spot for him and everyone knows it. snape dislikes him but respects him because he's fucking brilliant at potions. a lot of people like him and are into him but he doesn't know how to respond to them lol socially awkward king. plans parties with johnny yuta jaehyun and ten, is always roped into the dreamies schemes against his will. no one can fucking tell if him and haechan are on good terms cause they're at each other's throats all the time, but slobber all over each other like crazy when they get drunk

xiaojun: the most emotional ravenclaw. a halfblood and a prefect. he dated a girl for a long time and she broke his heart, moped about it in the prefect's bathroom for ages. lowkey believes she cheated on him with yuta but isn't sure, is extra weary around him though. says he's done with love but then simps over a new girl every two weeks smh. no one understands how he's such good friends with hendery and yangyang, like the combination of the two of them is a recipe for disaster. whenever they rope him into their bullshit, he always manages to drop their asses in the perfect time and doesn't get caught. many portaits are jealous of him 'cause he has better bone structure then them lol

hendery: the best definition of a gryffindoor. comes from a rich pureblood family, is a beater on the quidditch team. he's the life of the party, man. out of all the students he hates, he is the one snape hates the MOST and he's so proud of that. a really fast runner so he never ends up in detention 'cause it's just too hard to catch him. buddies with the ghosts and hagrid. tries really hard to impress girls, it only works half of the time when he's not being too intense

yangyang: also a gryffindoor pureblood, tried out for the chaser position but didn't make it, is still bitter about it. has a really fucked up owl that always messes up his letters. constantly in detention, like he's cleaned that entire castle by himself 43 times already. also in ten's dance club, also really good at dueling when he actually tries. really into muggle culture, explores it in his free time and shows everyone cool, new music he found all the time. gives kun daily headaches cause he's way too energetic in the morning

shotaro: imma say he's a hufflepuff but don't quote me on that cause i don't know him that well. he seems like he'd have lots of friends though and would be in ten's dance club

sungchan: don't know him well either so i'll just say gryffindoor??

renjun: i'm torn between ravenclaw and slytherin, gonna go with slytherin for him. he's a halfblood and a prefect, also uses his title to threaten haechan. loves defence against the dark arts anď herbology, might become a healer someday. gets tricked by the moving staircases all the fucking time, ends up at madam pomfrey's way more than he likes to admit. likes the slytherin aesthetic but can't stand the evil stereotypes. most people think him and chenle are brothers, wants to strangle chenle when he plays into it. once told the bloody baron to fuck off, no one dares get on his bad side since that day

jeno: pureblood hufflepuff prefect and a chaser. he's the cute, athletic guy everyone has a crush on. is on snape's good side 'cause he likes cleaning up his brewing station after finishing the task the lession is about. is the best flyer in the entire school and has the best chance of getting scouted in the future, everyone knows it but if you mention it to him he blushes like crazy. i feel like he's been in many fwb situations but they all ended well because he's a gentleman

haechan: a slytherin through and through. halfblood and seeker on the quidditch team. thought he was gonna be prefect and was hella pissed he wasn't chosen, i mean hello you're a snake who would want to give a snake authority goddamn it. also always complains during quidditch matches, calls everything a foul just 'cause he wants to win. puts up this persona of the mischevious slytherin boy but it falls flat on it's ass because he's peeves's favourite target

jaemin: a muggleborn hufflepuff, because of that reason he's sworn to himself he'll take care of jisung like a mother. a chaser on the quidditch team. such a sweetheart my gosh, like that dude is always so happy, unless he hasn't drunk his 6 cups of coffee. speaking of, mcgonnagall and pomfrey worry for his health like crazy but won't admit it. excells at care for magical creatures and charms, horrible at ancient runes like he didn't think there'd be so much math involved. girls are also crazy into him but he's such an introvert, the thought of someone wanting to be around him so much scares him. still flirts with everything that breathes lol

chenle: a slytherin and a pureblood, from one of those rich old families. because of that people expect him to be a lil brat, turns out to be the coolest guy you'll ever meet. he's friends with everyone regardless of house, a chaser on the quidditch team, known as the one who scores the most points in a game. he's great at defence against the dark arts and transfiguration, is thinking about becoming an auror 'cause that dude fears nothing i'm telling you. was made a prefect instead of haechan, rubs it in his face like crazy, but ultimately just let's people get away with stupid shit like "haha nice one, respect". memorized all the secret passageways of the castle in his head, helps johnny, mark, ten and jaehyun with their parties. pisses off filch like no other, was in detention all the time with yangyang until they realised how terrible it is when the two of them are in close contact lol so he gets let off the hook all the time. also fucking flirts with everything that breathes, the biggest fucking tease like you never know what he means smh

jisung: jaemin's muggleborn hufflepuff son, though most people are surprised he isn't in gryffindoor 'cause god the reckless shit that boy pulls... always late to breakfast with his uniforn all messy. people think he's very innocent but like his bestfriend is chenle, so how pure could he be. he's a seeker on the quidditch team, goes extra hard during hufflepuff-slytherin matches 'cause he wants to knock haechan off his high horse. blushes like crazy whenever he sees a cute girl which only gives chenle more reason to tease him 'cause he's a lil bitch like that. is the star of ten's dance club but has tripped and fallen down multiple flights of stairs, this kid's a walking paradox

to conclude:

gryffindoor: johnny, kun, jaehyun, jungwoo, mark, hendery, yangyang, sungchan

hufflepuff: taeil, taeyong, lucas, jeno, jaemin, shotaro, jisung

ravenclaw: doyoung, ten, xiaojun

slytherin: yuta, winwin, renjun, haechan, chenle

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nightwingmyboi · 4 years

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Your top Nightwing artists for cover and for interior? You can say colorist-penciller teams too!

Okay, I just kind of made a list of my favorite Nightwings? Probably missing some good ones, but, hey, this is all very subjective. This is in no particular order, here we go:

Jim Lee

I love the body type that Lee gives Nightwing--muscular, but lean. Seems very fitting. I also like the energy and mischievousness that Dick has because of the way Lee drew his posture and expressions. From what I’ve seen, Lee’s very good at balancing making Dick look approachable and sympathetic at the appropriate times, while also making him menacing and fierce when he’s up against criminals.

P.S. Nice hair man.

Jerome K. Moore

Ok, so I’m pretty sure this is one of the only times Moore drew Nightwing, during what was at best a mediocre run in Teen Titans history, but you know what? He’s on my list. This is the only artist that has truly managed to capture the teenage angst inherent in the discowing look, and he deserves a spot here for that alone. And look at how beautifully he drew Dick’s hair, all windblown and tousled! A+ man.

Guys, Dick’s wearing a leather jacket with discowing. That is freaking innovation. Give the man a medal.

George Perez

This one might be my fondness for 80s Titans talking, but even though it’s pretty old fashioned, I really enjoy Perez’s Nightwing. Sue me. The way he depicted Dick gave him a lot of leadership vibes...but Perez also took the time to draw Dick with a softness too, especially when he was with Kory, which served as a great reminder that no matter how on top of things Dick might have appeared he was still young and in the process of growing up and figuring things out. Very fond of this Nightwing.

Also, Perez always drew the collar for discowing at an appropriately ridiculous but respectable length--unlike later artists who drew it so high that it was above Dick’s head! Disgraceful. This is how it’s done fam.

Joëlle Jones

Jones’ art across the board is just really nice to look at. Specifically, I really like the maturity and understanding she was able to give Dick. It fit, especially in these issues when he was going full on family therapist lol. For some reason the line work on this was really appealing to me too. I also really appreciate the way she drew Dick’s arms--this man looks hella strong! Bet he gives great hugs.

For some reason I am obsessed with the nuance of this expression in particular. Dick’d spent the whole comic joking around and explaining/justifying Bruce’s reasoning for leaving them behind and excluding them in order to comfort Damian. But briefly, while Damian is distracted by Bruce’s approach, we get this look, this brief glimpse of Dick’s own pain and disappointment and love and resignation, the complicated cocktail of emotions that Dick’d kept hidden for Damian’s sake this whole time. Drives me crazy how much one panel can tell you.

Travis Moore

Do I even need to explain this one? Moore’s Nightwing is spectacular! Love the hair, love the expressions. Very charming and pretty. List would not be complete without him on it fam. Can even make Ric look nice.

I don’t pay as much attention to cover artist or colorist as I should, but I will say that I was super impressed with Yasmine Putri’s Nightwing variant covers:

Really stunning, jaw-dropping work. I also think about the coloring for Batman: Black Mirror all the time. I think it was Francesco Francavilla and/or David Baron? They did something really interesting...usually, Batman comics tend to primarily deal with darker colors, and have Batman becoming one with the shadows of the city. But, since it was Dick Grayson under the cowl instead of Bruce Wayne, the colorists decided to switch it up and have Batman be on predominantly white backgrounds.

This was such a bold choice, because I feel like having so much white space means you run the risk of pages looking empty, but they pulled it off so well! And thematically this was a brilliant decision! Dick was a different type of Batman; he didn’t stick to the shadows like Bruce did, he stepped into the light. And the comic itself showcased and reflected that idea. The symbolism of it all...incredible. The sort of attention and care that was given to the smallest details in Black Mirror is just one of the many reasons that that run of comics is one of my favs.

Anyway, thanks for the ask anon! Really had fun answering this one ;)

#ask #nightwing #dick grayson #batman #comics #DC comics #george perez #joelle jones #jim lee #travis moore #jerome k moore #Dick!Batman #analysis #long post

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therenlover · 3 years

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heyy jac I first wanted to say you are amazing, thank you for going out of your way to give us tfatws content. it brightens up my day whenever I see you post. I was just listening to your zemo playlist and I’m one of those people who when I listen to a song I love to make scenarios in my head. I was wondering if you could walk us through some of your favourite songs on the playlist and tell us how you associate them with zemo. I’d love to hear your thoughts on some of the songs. (if that isn’t too much hassle sorry if I’m being annoying lol).

Anon, you are currently my favorite person in the whole wide world. I absolutely want to give you my favorite songs on the playlist and tell you exactly what I see when I hear them, and you have given me an excuse to do so. This post will probably be long as hell, so I’m putting it under the cut.

Foolish To Think from A Gentleman’s Guide To Love and Murder

We all know Zemo is a baron, but like... we don’t know how powerful baron’s are in Sokovia. We also don’t know pretty much anything about his childhood or rise to power. I am a firm believer that he’s been ever so slightly unhinged even when he was still just a normal dude, so this is him deciding “you know what, I’m about to climb my way up the Zemo family ladder however I need to,” This, in my mind, is the epitome of fresh faced, 18 year old, canon Zemo ready to go fuck some people up for power.

If Music Be The Food Of Love arranged by David Dickau

During his rise to power, still just a normal dude, Zemo falls in love with his wife. I’m a big believer in the fact that, because Zemo was raised as royalty, he knows a whole lot of pretentious shit like Shakespeare and recites it to his partner to be romantic. The line “Though yet, the treat is only sound, sure I must perish by your charms unless you save me in your arms,” is what he used to woo her early in the relationship. So cute, it would be terrible if something bad happened to her...

Bogoroditse Djevo arranged by Arvo Pärt

This one is more of a scene I get in my head. It’s a Christmas tune, and I can see him, his wife, and their infant going to their first Christmas market as a family in Novi Grad. Just... walking from stall to stall, giggling at the performers, eating the food, buying little gifts for the baby to remember the occasion. It’s a calm before the storm.

The Swan by Camille Saint-Saëns

This song, in the playlist, marks the death of Zemo’s family. In the past, dancers have interpretted the melody as a badly injured swan, slowly struggling as they die but still being graceful and elegant as they do. As he searches through the rubble, his hope slowly dies, and in the end his hope dies where his family did. Thus begins his descent into madness in...

Daemon Irrepit Callidus arranged by György Orbán

Daemon Irrepit Callidus is Zemo’s descent into madness. From this point on, he slowly loses his softness. The tone of the songs is often much more modern, pulling away from his roots as a baron and man of high status and leaning into something more gritty for much of the Civil War era in the playlist. He has descended into hell and he believes there is no turning back from here.

Songe d’Automne performed by The White Star Orchestra

Reportedly (by Harold Bride, surviving Jr Telegrapher who was washed off the deck as the ship sank) this was the last song the orchestra played as the Titanic sank. Zemo is going nuts. ‘Nough said.

If I Believed from Twisted

This song, along with a few more, is an outlier in the Civil War era. It represents his reasoning for what he’s doing. I imagine this song is the feeling he has after he listens to his wife’s last voicemail. He’s doing everything for her, burning a whole superhero organization to the ground so that he can assure nobody else has to live through what he did, but he can’t deny that a part of him wishes he could just bring her back no matter how illogical that is.

How Does A Moment Last Forever (Music Box) from Beauty and the Beast

This is, again, a softer moment. He looks back on the time he spent with his family and tries to keep it safe in his mind. It anchors him to reality and keeps him focused on his goals. The end is coming soon in his mind, so he clings as hard as he can to those remaining memories of peace.

Dies Irae arranged by Giuseppe Verdi

He sets the Winter Soldier loose murders all the remaining soldiers in the Hydra base on his day of reckoning. Yeah, that’s basically it, it’s just hype music as he has his big moment.

As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese

His plan has been carried out and now Zemo is simply watching as the world caves in around him. He’s succeeded in all of his plans, the avengers are crumbling, he’s listened to his wife’s voicemail one last time and now he’s ready to be dead. He thinks this is it. Well, until he’s taken into custody and locked up forever.

Leonardo Dreams Of His Flying Machine arranged by Eric Whitacre

My man Eric is coming in clutch once again. This is Zemo, brilliant mind and all, stuck rotting in jail. He has nothing but his dreams of grandeur to tide him over So, he dreams. He dreams of escape, of his family, of what waits for him once he dies. 8 years of dreaming pass before Bucky finally approaches as Lacrimosa plays.

Lacrimosa by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Fuck you, Mozart. You’re only here because you played in the show. Moving on.

The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani

You cannot tell me that this isn’t what was playing in Zemo’s head as he escaped from maximum security prison and rolled up to that warehouse looking all hot and mysterious.

Sibella from A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder

Look who’s back! This time, though, I included this because I am adamant that Zemo fucks someone he used to know while he’s escaped and they have a big dramatic love affair. Like, he just does. I don’t make the rules.

WAP by Cardi B featuring Megan Thee Stallion

Zemo would just love WAP. He says all that woke shit, so like, he vibes with female empowerment and the idea of them taking back their sexuality. He also loves the annoyed look on Bucky’s face when he plays it, so it stays on the playlist.

The Man I Used To Be from The Count of Monte Cristo

Now, this one is more speculative, but I feel like Zemo will have a minor change of heart. he won't suddenly be a morally straight good guy to the bone, but I think he’s seriously rethinking his ideology and at some point, he might find a way to let go of a lot of the pain and remorse he’s been carrying around.

No More from Into The Woods

This song, in my mind, takes place at the Sokovian memorial. Zemo is there and he’s so tired of running and fighting and grieving. He just wants to be okay again but he doesn’t know how to. He has this mental moment where he’s asking his deceased father for help and yet the memory (ghost?) of his father, who he resented for most of his life, isn’t helping him straightforwardly. He has to figure it out for himself in the end. This line speaks to me most. “No more giants waging wars. Can’t we just pursue our lives, with our children and our wives? Till that happy day arrives, how do you ignore...”

and finally...

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep arranged by Laura Farnell

Of all the songs on this list, this one was the only one I was absolutely certain of including and I knew it had to be the last song no matter what else I included. Its contents, a famous poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye, could refer to either Zemo or his family. In the case that he visits the monument, it could be the feeling he gets there. Finally, he knows that his family is somewhere better, not buried under the rubble of his home. He’s finally free.

If he dies at the end of the series though, it takes on a whole new meaning. It’s about him, how he isn’t trapped by his mortal body anymore. He’s now everywhere, both a constant reminder to the world of the atrocities committed in Sokovia and a testament to how powerful a father’s love for his family can be. Once again, he’s finally free to reunite with those he loves, but this time it’s he who isn’t truly dead so long as people heed his life as a warning.

Wow, this was longer than I thought it would be even when I cut a few songs... I hope you enjoyed!

#jac rambles #playlist #zemo #helmut zemo

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eternalglitch · 4 years

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Can you recommend me some rise fanfics to read? I’m boredddd

Oh, sure! I read a lot of fanfic, although I will admit I read less Rise fanfic than others since that’s what I’m currently working on and am still trying to keep my characterization pulled primarily from the show.

Also keep in mind that I like reading long form, heavier topic stories. Not all of them will be like that, but please check all tags so you know what you’re reading if you have any topics you want a heads up for.

That being said, I would recommend the following Rise fanfics:

One Two Three (Four) by @cringe-phase

Post "Shadow of Evil", Pre "How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will"; Draxum is working with the Foot but not yet conned his way to the top.

Four brothers entered a battle, three returned home. Meanwhile, Baron Draxum has a new side kick, with a catch.

Time Ticks By by @void-inked-pen

Mikey is stuck under a sewer pipe and has to wait for his brothers to eventually realize he’s not in the lair… how long does he have to wait?

The Lost Sun by @soldrawss

Mikey smiles like the sun and laughs the way stars shine and when he looks at you, eyes full of mirth and mischief and wholehearted love, there's few mountains on the planet that you wouldn't move for the kid. He's just so brilliant. Bright and shining like the sun on the surface of the water and is a warmth folded like gentle fingers around your heart.

And when he goes missing, taken under all your noses like a flame going out in the night, you become cold with anger that almost makes you feel brittle.

But you'll get him back. You'll do everything to get that precious sunlight back within the circle of your arms again. Topple and destroy every mountain in your path if you have to, to bring your lost sun home.

Half of What You Think of Me by Andromedabrown

The situation shouldn't have even been this big a deal, Leo could have fixed it by now and Donnie wouldn't be here, typing and retyping into his computer, kept awake by the sound of something- someone ramming into the glass cylinder currently housing them.

But Leo couldn’t fix this, and neither could Donnie.

note from glitch: This is based on a Steven Universe Rise AU I actually came up with myself LOL. You don’t really need much su knowledge to read it though, and Andromeda did a great job with the whimsical AU world I set up.

Also not fanfics, but the comics Puppet on a String and the Brains and the Brawn by @jadethest0ne!

and finally one non-Rise fanfic that is currently one of my favorites! It’s an ATLA fanfic.

Salvage by MuffinLance

Mid-Season-One Zuko is held ransom by Chief Hakoda. Ozai's replies to the Water Tribe's demands are A+ Parenting. Hakoda is… deeply concerned, for this son that isn't his, and who might be safer among enemies than with his own father.

#glitch speaks #fic recs #rise recs #atla recs #Anonymous

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period-dramallama · 3 years

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Spanish Princess episode 7: the episode that had no right to be as good as it was

Come with meeeeeeeeee and you’ll beeeeeeeeeee in a wooooooooooooooooooorld of English Reformation~

-OK I had a lot of thoughts on how this ep handled Protestantism but the TLDR is: they misunderstood the theology of it, IMHO, but they actually were much more balanced than I was expecting.

-Maybe it’s my bias, but the printing press scenes were awesome.

-the word ‘Protestant’ is being used 30 years too soon- but I get why they’re using it.

-”You’re dead Sassenach” some people have pointed out the guy called that is a Scot but I think the boy’s just using it as an insult and they’re play-fighting so I think he’s pretending his opponent is English Scum just as Hal Stewart’s pretending to be killed

-Accuracy! Thomas More did indeed lead a raid on the Steelyard, IIRC, though again it’s prob happening too soon, and he’s not undersheriff any more. They continue to knit sweaters out of the thread of linear time

-”the answer does not lie in here but in there,” I was highkey worried Henry was going to point at his own testicles.

-Please get Henry a barber. He has superglued a party city wig to his own face.

-”we were going after deer!” he sounds so much like a spoiled child i have to laugh

-the way Georgie says NO i love the inflection so much, I should make it my text alert for my least favourite people.

-”She creates bad humour in our land” “You mean she’s rude about your poetry?” “SO RUDE *sobs*”

-Wolsey has a reputation for relative tolerance and inaction on heresy, but historians seem to be finding that he was more invested in punishing heresy than previous histories and depictions (eg Wolf Hall) have shown. (At least so far as it was his job to do). He’s still hella villainized in this show.

-Allying with Angus? Sounds like Bad Decision #785

-CGI London looks way too big for a city of ~70,000 people

-Lina, I love you, but it has never been safe for a woman to walk around London alone at night. Not in 2020, 1820, or 1520. Especially before the invention of street lamps.

You can tell this episode was written by men

-”an army is for valiant purpose” Oviedo I love you but you’re a soldier, you’ve seen wars fought for political gain and not for moral reasons. Why you only shocked now? You should be more concerned that you’re attacking civilians instead of fellow militarymen.

-”what are you doing in the church?” “bitch i live here”

-”where are your ladies?” good question

-”it’s her own soul she risks, not mine” when you’re so selfish you accidentally become the most religiously tolerant person in the room.

-Wolsey’s face was a joy this episode. I want to make a moodboard of his beautiful sassy faces.

-the way Wolsey said “Thomas...” at More and Maggie looked angry... I think she was thinking “Really? You’re going to steal MY man now?!”

-why’s Henry Pole guarding More?? He’s a baron?? He outranks More??

-”maybe even have some lemon cake” it’s official, Margaret Pole is Sansa Stark

-”bathe me better and I will relax” she is literally a toddler omg

-”I have bathed you for years, no lady could do better” you can say that again, any other lady would have dunked katherine’s head under the water by now

-”to love the king why do you have to hate so many others”

what happened?? the lines?? are so good?? i am SHOOKETH

-shot of the wavering compass...heavy-handed but i loved it

-Ursula geeking out over her garden :’) i get it girl i got into gardening myself this year.

-”my wife is the only sight I care for” *smooch* the second man in England to have rights! Thank god they’re so in love, given the real couple were married for 40 years. (They totally left the room to go make out, didn’t they.)

-Raiders of the Lost Inheritance Deeds

-WHERE ARE THE BOLEYN GIRLS?? THESE ARE STARTING TO BE THE YEARS THEY’RE AT COURT??

-God Stephenie was amazing this episode. I felt her pain, she became such a more well-rounded character, I’m so glad she got to speak her mind to Catherine instead of continuing to simp for her and excuse her behaviour. If she betrays her secret next episode, her character arc will be complete. Also, after whitewashing Isabella’s actions as Gurl Powah, it’s so refreshing to have Lina call out religious persecution of all flavours, not just against Lutherans.

-”my own husband?” Lina...did you just... tell Catherine your husband isn’t Christian? Run?

-My theory was correct! TSP!KOA is indeed trying to be her mother!

-”ugly altar boys” Aardvark is on FIRE this episode. Everyone is bringing their snark game.

-good use of spooky strings

-mention of humours! Accuracy point! Also I’m glad that Katherine hanging out in her nightdress with men was called out for being hella sus in the Tudor worldview.

-the whole torture dungeon reveal reminded me of a similar scene in the 1999 movie Sleepy Hollow, but apart from that, it was perfect. No dialogue, just the camera, the props and Laura, and you tell the whole story with her face. This is why show don’t tell is so important!

-yes i am biased bc i never liked the ship, but the break up scene was great, for both their characters: More’s allowed to explain his worldview and Maggie is able to call him out. Also it answered the question “why Thomas More and not some tutor OC?” I’m not sure the bombshell justifies writing their romance, but at least it explains its existence. At least it built to some Juicy Drama.

-poor Maggie though. The man she wants to sleep with won’t sleep with her, the man who wants to sleep with her she doesn’t want. Then she befriends both of them, only to lose their friendship when one dies of the plague and the other she wishes died of the plague because he’s terrible. Also her cousins keep being executed, her daughter’s terrified, and her son is way too fond of violence. Give the girl a hug.

-”watch your step” yeah we wouldn’t want you to get a splinter on your way to get your head lopped off. That would really suck.

-the way the crowd groaned when henry’s letter was read out... they sounded like football fans when their team misses a goal.

-”Henry” just henry? not henry the king? No “PS: I’m so random lol” “PS: blow a kiss to Wolsey” No “Henry ex-oh-ex-oh-ex-oh”

-the obligatory gross thing obvs is the sideways beheading. His head bounces!

TLDR: By far and away, the best ep in the show so far in my opinion. It almost feels like it’s set in the sixteenth century. The history was still dodgy af, and so was much of the dialogue, but the drama was much more solid and less plot-holey, the pacing was good, and the foolish mistakes of Stafford and Catherine had actual consequences for the plot, the actors knocked it out of the park, some of the lines were accidentally brilliant.

#the spanish princess

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mylittleredgirl · 3 years

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trekathon: disco 1x7

“magic to make the sanest man go mad”:

the one and only episode of star trek discovery i could watch on a bus

because every other episode makes me cry at least once

i don’t know who said “what if we did a time loop disaster episode, but a comedy with beer pong and glowsticks where everyone gets sloppy drunk and makes out a little in between death montages,” but i would like to travel back in time to a pre-covid era and then kiss them on the mouth

give the people what they want:

time loops!

romance!

explosions!

giant space whales!

harcourt fenton mudd!!!

let’s do the time warp again:

i never in my life thought i would be this nostalgic for plastic cups full of cheap beer in a frat house basement but here we are, in month 95 of quarantine

my inner dr. fauci is losing it. rhys and tilly share a DRINK, keyla is making out with some RANDO, do you know? how many hands?? that ping pong ball touched???

we can now divide the crew into “horny drunk” and “not going to attend that party full of horny drunks”

blah blah copyright whatever but can you imagine if the party had the rocky horror picture show theme this episode rightly deserved

mostly for pun purposes, but are you going to tell me that mary wiseman DOESN’T have a magenta costume in her closet ready to go whenever?

at first i was a little weirded out that the crew of the future spaceship discovery were attending the exact same party i did every week in college, but then i realized that’s how my father must have felt when tom paris turned up wearing a 1962 big daddy-o surf special.

the vulcan science directorate:

“a time crystal. we learned about these at the vulcan academy” WELL WELL WELL

elderly admiral archer writing a lengthy memo that could be summed up as “i told you so”

can we take a moment to just appreciate:

michael 🥺

and tyler 😏

they’re just pouring gasoline on the fire of my feelings and I KNOW THEY ARE and i’m LETTING THEM DO IT

i freeze-frame these character moments so you don’t have to:

the “admit you love each other or draw 25” meme for saru and michael

saru stopping michael from attacking mudd to protect her (“please 🥺”) and then grabbing her arm for support when mudd threatens him and then she steps in front of him

rhys drunkenly trying to kiss tilly and her like lol byeeee

her face was right there, that was an honest mistake dude

mudd calls bryce “random communications officer man,” which honestly should have been his name in the credits instead of “comm officer 2”

michael and stamets dancing and they hold hands when the ship blows up and i swear to god, discovery, if you don’t fucking fix this in season 4 i will be so upset i will write LETTERS i will put my tears in an envelope and MAIL THEM

speaking of that scene, stamets describing the meet cute with hugh as basically “shut up and go away” “no ❤️” and now they’re married

i enjoy the ever-loving heck out of captain lorca. “i don’t give a damn” “i still don’t give a damn” like sir, you may be evil and horny for implements of torture, but you crack me up

other moments of delight:

honestly every single mudd moment was note-perfect. all of the discovery re-casts and the writing for established characters have been brilliant, but mudd is flawless and it makes my heart SING

stella didn’t actually say “harCOURT!!!” like that in this episode but i was thinking it and that’s enough for me

it’s been mentioned before how great the costuming is for stella and the baron and how it’s so in keeping with the technicolor look of classic trek, but i would like to celebrate everything about them. that is what comically opulent space wealth should be like.

all she has to say is “i’m michael burnham *eyebrow*” YEAH YOU ARE!!!

no wonder sybok had to fuck off to the center of the galaxy to find god, how else is he supposed to get any attention in this family

#trekathon #discotrek #star trek discovery

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frumfrumfroo · 4 years

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What are your favorite movies and TV shows outside of SW? I’m looking for new things to watch since SW was so disappointing

My tastes are pretty eclectic, so I will stick to just things that are either similar to sw or are in the reylo-esque romance wheelhouse and have happy endings:

Chuck. It is a goofy, light-hearted action-adventure show with extremely endearing characters and a very prominent central romance (seriously, heavy romance and there is a lot of payoff for it, you will be FED- it's kind of slow burn but also shockingly NOT slow burn, they are deep into it pretty much immediately). The main couple is the classic Stoic Badass gradually softened by an innocent they have to protect who is a liability in battle but full of the Power of Heart. Chuck is The Heart btw. He is of that vanishingly rare male Beauty (of B&tB) type. He's incredibly generous and open, Sarah is prickly and closed-off. It is Quality. Very much a gender-swap of your typical cliche anime couple lol. I would recommend stopping at the mid-season finale in season 4, because it's downhill from there. The beginning of season 3 is very rough, but it's definitely worth it to stay for the back half, imo. There are several great endings to choose from before things go to shit, so we don't need to talk about the finale. Probably the most tonally similar to SW thing possible without being high/space fantasy. More humour, more silly, but definitely has a spiritual kinship. Has the best THE BEST 'secret revealed' scenes I have ever seen in anything. If you're into that and were hoping for that in ep IX, you need to watch Chuck.

The Shop Around the Corner. 1940 romance/drama film. You've Got Mail is a remake of it. Jimmy Stewart being profoundly adorable, Frank Morgan (aka the Wizard of Oz), various amusing side characters, and an absolutely deathless double blind 'secretly in love with the workplace nemesis' plot that can and probably has been a great reylo AU.

Mirromask. Fantasy/coming-of-age film. Touted as a 'spiritual successor' to Labyrinth by the filmmakers (one of whom is Neil Gaiman) and let me tell you, that is extremely apt. Beautiful, magical, laden with symbolism and Mask Discourse, and has a great ship. I quote it regularly.

Speaking of which, I'm sure you've seen Labyrinth? If you haven't seen Labyrinth, drop everything and watch Labyrinth.

Legend (the Ridley Scott director's cut, not the theatrical cut). Sumptuous fairy tale, runs on proper fairy tale logic, stunning to look at and overall captivating. Tim Curry. Tim Curry as a lonely tragic lord of darkness who tries to seduce the heroine and has drippingly overwrought monologues.

Howl's Moving Castle. Fairy tale adventure/romance film. Beautifully animated, has the ending you want.

The Silence of the Lambs. Thriller/drama film. Actual masterpiece. Use it as a gateway drug to read the books and rejoice that Clannibal is canon and it is spectacular. Just SotL and Hannibal, you don't need to read the other two. Stan Clarice Starling and revel in that ending. Most triumphant 'villain'/heroine ship of all time (he is not technically a villain but for shorthand's sake).

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. Terry Gilliam 1988 fantasy/adventure film. THE TRIUMPH OF IDEALISM OVER CYNICS I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW HEALING IT WAS TO WATCH AFTER THE TROS BULLSHIT HIT. Jonathan Pryce's spiritual villain is basically Chris Terrio and it is cathartic to see imagination and sentiment conquer him.

Sabrina. 1995 romance film. Modern fairy tale with Harrison Ford. Rejecting what you thought you wanted all your life for the thing you actually need, growing up but still believing in magic, beautiful character development across all the leads. Could be (and is irrc) a fantastic reylo AU.

The Scarlet Pimpernel. 1934 adventure film. High romance, secret identities, play-acting, people who aren't at all what they appear to be, falling in love with your own spouse, Big Heroism, guile and wit and audacity. It makes me do little kicks like a happy baby. This is one of the 3-5 films constantly tied for my favourite film of all time. There is a good quality rip free on youtube. Watch it and fall in love with Leslie Howard (this is possibly my favourite acting performance of all time).

Oh, related note. Pygmalion 1938 or My Fair Lady. (The musical is based on this film and borrows from it heavily, including its much more romantic ending compared to the original play.)

The Mummy. 1999 action/adventure/romance film. Very tonally similar to sw. A fucking great time, A+ characters.

EVER AFTER. 1998 romance film. The flawless and perfect and best ever Cinderella adaptation. This is the most satisfying film in history, maybe, the ending is so good it is amazing it exists. Also, it has Richard O'Brien being slimy. Huge selling point. Grapples with identity and stewardship, is brilliant.

Fruits Basket. drama/romance anime. I haven't watched the new version yet, but it's following the manga so I know the story. The original anime didn't do the whole plot (because they caught up with the source material) but it's wonderful and I still recommend it. The central ship is (spoiler.........) a B&tB type where we eventually discover the main love interest both feels like a figurative monster and turns into a literal monster. He has an incredible speech about his relationship with people's fear, it makes me weep. I called the endgame from the first episode and always thought it was obvious, but there is a red herring love triangle dynamic. It's really not annoying, though, because it is a red herring. (I hate love triangles)

I am Dragon. Russian monster romance film. Beautiful, simple fable with a really great heroine.

Jane Eyre. 1943 Gothic Romance film. It's Jane Eyre, byronic hero x sensible heroine love story with much atmosphere and Gothic drama. I stan this version because I am an Orson Welles fangirl and I'm also not convinced it can be improved upon. Elizabeth Taylor's film debut btw.

Hellboy. 2004 action/adventure/romance film. Defying destiny, reconciling identity, monster romance. The complete package and a great time. Tonally similar to SW and probably thematically closest to it out of this whole list. Don't watch the sequel.

Beauty and the Beast 1987 tv series. Exactly what it says on the tin. Deals with the classic B&tB themes, but in a different way. He's not cursed and will never transform into an ordinary man. The first season is very episodic and 'case of the week', but the second season gets more into character drama. It's dated, but if you give it a chance you can get past some of the cheese factor and it's really a unique experience. Its concerns are SO atypical that it feels like something fandom would make rather than a mainstream network show. It was so massively, insanely popular with women at the time that a record of Vincent (the beast) reading poetry topped the album charts. Also Ron Perlman and Linda Hamilton. Stop at season two. Point of interest: George RR Martin wrote for this show.

Stargate (the movie not the series) sci-fi fantasy about a nerdy guy who accidentally a hero.

Possession. 2009... mystery/supernatural/romance. Okay. This is a whole thing. Lee Pace and Sarah Michelle Gellar. It's based on a Korean film I've never been able to find for some reason, but being Hollywood they ruined the romanticism and nuance of the original in the theatrical cut to make a shitty punative ending. However. If you buy it on dvd and go to the alternate ending (which follows the original story) with around 20 minutes left (scene after Lee Pace's character wakes from a bad dream-go to deleted scenes and select the alternate ending), you will get a very, very interesting character study/thriller/redemption about sincerity within deception, compassion, and a major question about second chances with a positive answer. It's kind of dark and kind of astonishingly idealistic at the same time. The heroine makes a very powerful choice, twice over. It's fascinating. If you're into the conflicted and uncertain period in reylo, the part where he is most ambiguous, and you wanted more of that and much darker shades to it, you might be really into this. Also, it should be noted, there is a MASSIVE height difference and they show it off. The film is flawed (and the seams show on the Hollywood rewrite) but idk, it's fascinating. Shocking to me that they even got to shoot the original ending. It is pretty balls to the wall with its themes on forgiveness.

I would recommend getting into kdramas because there is a wealth of female-gaze tropey amazing content, but always check the ending before getting invested. My all-time fave is the 1st Shop of Coffee Prince, but it's not sw related at all lmao. It has a happy ending with all the elements you'd want, but it's not satisfying in execution, so that's it's major flaw and I find that pretty common with kdramas. One that is maybe more relevant is My Love from Another Star, which has a hero who is a little bit like Ben in personality. The heroine isn't my favourite, though. It does have a decent ending.

Oh yeah- brain fart. Kurosawa films and classic westerns were both very influential on SW. Or you can combine both and watch The Magnificent Seven.

#this somehow ended up a wall of text??? I'm so embarrassed #anyway it should be fixed now #recs #anyway 40s movies are fantastic they used to CHURN OUT rom coms and even the bad ones are entertaining #and they were not in the romance ghetto they had prestige actors and directors #I don't know what happened and why this isn't done now because that shit was profitable #another edit:#I messed up my directions on Possession bc I first saw the alt ending on YouTube from the fridge point #but actually the full thing starts way earlier and covers more of the loose ends than I remembered #so I've fixed that now as well #(because I just rewatched it after writing this rec) and serious SERIOUSLY someone watch this movie and scream about it with me #I can't stress enough how important it is you switch to the alt ending and watch that INSTEAD of the theatrical cut but but but #If you do - OMG the ending is incredible #the coded conversation the subtle optimism #it is a meeting place where we Soft Reylos and the edgier villain/heroine stans can meet in the middle

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aenwoedbeannaa · 4 years

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Toe-To-Toe | Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Summary: Life as a Nilfgaardian in the Northern Realms is not exactly wonderful. In fact, it’s dreadfully boring – at least until a Witcher shows up, responding to a message left on the local notice board.

Word Count: 4,111

Warnings: Smut with, like, a dash of plot. Mostly just #DaddyGeralt vibes. (I’m going to hell lol.)

A/N: This one-shot is based off one of these writing prompts. If you like my work, check out my masterlist for more!

You hate everything north of the Yaruga. Except, of course, the steady stream of your father’s money that he feels guilty enough to provide you with. He’d been sent to this gods-forsaken hold by Emperor Ehmyr two years ago now, and in those past two years, it’s been nothing but a bore. The populace is rude, and just about everything else is dull – not to mention the weather, which is shite.

So, naturally, you are intrigued when you notice a man with two swords slung over his back heading up the winding path leading to the estate the Emperor oh so kindly provided your father with when he informed him of his new position as the baron of this dump of a hold in Velen. You are not particularly fond of it, even if it is objectively beautiful.

You watch from the window as the stranger approaches, eyes fixed on the two swords slung over his back. You don’t even need him to draw close enough to see his eyes to confirm that he is a Witcher. The peasants around here are lucky if they own one sword, let alone two. The only people on the Continent who walk around with two swords like that are Witchers; or so you assume. You’ve only ever read about them in books and heard stories of their exploits sung in ballads.

And this is no ordinary Witcher. You’ve heard the ballads about this one – the one with the long white hair that rides a mare and carries two swords on his back and walks with a confident swagger. Oh, you know who he is straight away.

* * *

“Geralt of Rivia,” you eye the man up and down as you stand blocking the entrance to your family home.

If he’s curious to know how you know who he is, he doesn’t show it. More likely than not, he knows all about the bard, Jaskier, who has made quite a name for the both of them, singing about their exploits across the Continent. The man just nods in acknowledgement.

You study the Witcher for a moment longer, eyeing the yellowed parchment in his hand. You know everything that goes on in this town, so you happen to know that the piece of paper he is holding has been tacked to the village notice board for at least a month; unlike the numerous Imperial notices that the villagers tend to rip from the weathered wood within a day or two of them being posted.

“So, going toe-to-toe with the big bad then, are you?” you ask with a smirk.

The white haired Witcher, to your surprise, returns a sort of half-smile, raising his arm to wave the water-damaged paper in front of you, “If you still intend to pay the reward, I suppose I am.”

Your father posted the contract before he set off on some Imperial business you didn’t deign to ask him about because the villagers had been bugging him about a couple of ghoul nests in the area. No surprise that they were there – there seemed to be no shortage of bodies turning up left and right thanks to the bloody war. More seems more likely than not that even after the Witcher dispatches the creatures, new nests will crop up within months; but you’d prefer not to have a hoard of angry villagers on your tail.

So, you push open the door, talking over your shoulder as you walk into the large hall, trusting that the Witcher will follow you inside. “My father posted the contract a month ago,” you inform him, “Left a bag of coin for me to give to whoever takes care of the ghoul nests north of town.”

When you turn around to face the Witcher, you find his yellow eyes set on you, as if he’s studying you or something. You’re not sure whether to be amused, offended, or flattered, but you don’t have much time to think on it before he speaks again.

“So happens I took care of the ghoul nests already,” he speaks in a deep and gravely voice quite unlike any other you’ve heard.

“Hmm,” you muse, studying him for a moment and realizing for the first time that his black leathers are smeared in places with fresh blood, “That ghoul blood or human?”

The Witcher smiles impishly, shrugging, “Smells like ghoul blood to me.”

You raise your eyebrows, taking several steps toward him. “I don’t have superhuman senses, Master Witcher.”

He cocks his head to the side, looking down at you, “Guess you’ll just have to take my word for it.”

You are silent for a moment, though you are not actually concerned. The Witcher seems trustworthy enough, and you were fairly certain that if there’d been some sort of slaughter in the wilds around the village, you’d have already heard complaints about it. After all, with Father gone, you were the only one here for the villagers from across the hold to complain to.

“Fine,” you finally say. “You do smell of a thousand deaths.” That much is true. From your position only a few inches in front of him, you have to admit he does not smell particularly good. You’d witnessed more than one death, and human blood smelled more metallic than anything – it took a while for them to smell quite like this.

“What a lovely compliment,” he says with a slight laugh.

“It wasn’t a compliment,” you say matter-of-factly. The Witcher does not respond.

“I’ll get your coin,” you tell him, “And have the servants draw you a bath.”

The Witcher seems to be intrigued; at least the expression on his face leads you to believe so. The suggestion had been a serious one. You are enjoying the banter with this stranger, and you aren’t in a hurry for him to leave. It grows awfully boring here, especially with your father gone. You are alone with the servants and guards, which is not necessarily the greatest of company. The servants dislike you, no matter than you treat them respectfully enough. The guards, on the other hand, like you a bit too much – as if you would be interested in some hired guard from the Northern Realms.

You expect him to say something about taking the coin and being on his way but, for whatever reason, he did not. He just nodded gruffly, eyes scanning the empty entrance hall, do doubt wondering what servants you were speaking of, as there were none here.

Catching his searching eyes, you cross you arms over your chest and look at him, “I don’t need servants trailing after me all day.” It was true enough. Of course, you are accustomed to life as a noblewoman, but one thing you did not enjoy was being tailed by servants at all hours of the day. You were perfectly capable of dressing yourself in the morning, thank you very much. “But they’ll come if I call,” you add hastily.

“Hmm,” the Witcher says, as if he is musing over something. When he doesn’t follow up with anything, you look at him curiously.

“What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, “Going to let me in on those mysterious thoughts?”

“Am I supposed to keep you informed on my mysterious thoughts when I do not even know your name?” He smirks, amber eyes locking on yours.

You ignore the heat creeping into your cheeks and answer quickly, “You never asked.”

“Then I suppose I am asking now,” he says. You are sure that you are blushing now, thanks to the look Geralt has fixed on you. It is hard to describe, really, but there is a slight glimmer in his yellow eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“Y/N Aep Hedhal,” you respond. Your name would, among many circles, cause as stir. With so many Nilfgaardian noble families vying for power, those who are successful in that endeavor are looked to with a mixture of adoration and jealousy. But if the Witcher knows anything of your family, his cool and even expression does not give it away.

He nods, repeating your name as if tasting it on his lips adding, “From Nilfgaard?”

“How’d you guess?”

“The guards outside, for one,” he responds easily, “Your last name for another, and even without those two, your accent would be enough for anyone to guess.”

You laugh, somewhat bitterly. Your accent did indeed mark you as other here. Even when you were out in public without guards, servants, or other nobility, your accent gave it away nearly immediately. You thought, of course, about adopting the Nordlings’ way of speaking, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to do it. You did not intend to stay here and changing your way of speaking would only make it seem as if you did.

“Brilliant deductive reasoning skills,” you quip.

“Necessary skill for a Witcher,” he says casually. “Have to deduce what monsters people have me chasing after.”

“Ah, I see,” for a moment, you feel uneasy.

Perhaps he was only engaging in this conversation for that purpose. You were, after all, seen as a monster by most of the people here. What’s more, it might even be true. You had no idea who occupied this land before Emhyr cleared them away to provide your father with this grand estate. And, you could not deny that very often, the bodies found in fields and on the sides of the road were victims of violence perpetrated by your fellow Nilfgaardians.

“And have you found a monster?” you ask.

The Witcher studies you for a moment longer before finally answering, “Don’t believe I have.”

You hold back the sigh of relief you had the strong urge to release and speak instead, “Interesting... Thought everyone here hates Nilfgaardians.”

“I’m a Witcher,” he says, “We don’t take sides.”

“Ah yes, I’ve read about that,” you muse, “Apolitical monster slayers.” You not your head toward the man, “Honestly thought that part was made up.”

“Out of all the things that book probably said about us, that is the part you thought was made up?” You are slightly caught off guard by the fact that he seemed genuinely interested in your answer. Not many people seemed to be interested in your opinions; even when your father was away on business and the responsibility of responding to issues in the hold fell to you. Oftentimes, they’d be in the great hall, standing in front of you as you sat in the plush chair in the center of the room, but they would be looking past you all together, looking to the guards at your sides. Typical.

“Does that surprise you?” you ask, eyebrows raised. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t take sides, especially during wartime.”

“In my experience,” he says slowly – thoughtfully, as if he is carefully weighing every word, “Two warring nations care little about their people’s wellbeing. If they did, they certainly wouldn’t send their youth out to kill and be killed for the sake of redrawing some lines on a map.”

You realize you are nodding in agreement only after your head is already moving, quickly responding, “Well, Master Witcher. It seems like you do take sides after all.” He looks back at you, eyebrows knitted together in vague confusion before you continue, “You’re right next to me with all of the other cynics.”

“Next to you, Lady Aep Hedhal?” You swear he’s inched closer to you, but you cannot be sure it isn’t just your own wishful thinking. “I’d be honored.”

Well, perhaps it wasn’t in your head. Unsure of how to respond to his words, you fumble for a moment before finally settling on the easiest response, “Oh, Lady Aep Hedhal is my mother, Master Witcher. Call me Y/N.”

“If you call me Geralt, Lady Aep Hedhal.”

“Fine.”

It seems as if there is an invisible thread linking the two of you together becoming more and more taught as the conversation continues. Loose strands of you hair flutter as he breathes out. You could easily close that small distance by rolling up onto your toes, and if you were to tilt your head…

But that smell, it is impossible to ignore. As much as you’d like to tangle a hand in his long white hair, you’d rather not come away smelling of ghouls’ blood. And besides, you enjoy keeping men on a string – like a cat with a mouse. It’s a game for you; to see how far you can push it before they cave in. And, well, most of them do.

So, you take a step back, taking care not to wipe the small smile from your lips. “Your bath, Master Witcher, just down that hallway, the last door on the right. I’ll send someone in after you.” After studying his soiled clothes for a moment more, you add, “I’ll have some clothes sent for you as well, so the servants wash those.”

The Witcher holds up his hands, about to protest, but you silence him with a hand, “You will stay for dinner, won’t you? With father gone and mum still in Nilfgaard with my siblings, dinners are dreadfully lonely.” You blink up at him all doe-eyed, the way that you’ve learned most men cannot resist.

“Of course, Lady Aep Hedhal,” he says, “A feast for cynics.”

* * *

“So, you tend to business while your father is away?” the Witcher asks before taking a sip of wine.

You nod, taking a sip from your own goblet as the servants clear away the empty plates, “Someone’s got to,” you say. “Parents got dreadfully unlucky; four children and not one of them a boy.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm, betraying your displeasure with the way of the world.

“Why are your mother and sisters still in Nilfgaard?”

You hate to admit it, but you are basking in the glow of his attention. It is rare that anyone asks you any question that doesn’t involve lowering their property taxes or trying their very clearly much more successful neighbor as a witch. Though, the wine is probably also a contributing factor in why the words seem to fall from your lips so easily.

“My youngest sister is sick, wouldn’t have been good for her to travel. And mum didn’t want to come, anyway. ‘Supposed to be a temporary position,” you explain, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that last bit.

“Not so temporary?”

You laugh, shaking your head as a rueful smile plays on your lips, “Two years now, and no sign of anything changing.”

You see Geralt’s expression soften to something akin to pity, and you immediately narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that,” you snap. “I don’t need anyone’s pity,” you say, waving an arm to indicate the grand room you’re sitting in, “I mean, look at this shit.”

Geralt glances around the room and laughs, “I suppose it is a decent setup.”

The décor is simple enough, much different from when you arrived. You’d taken the liberty to remove most of the gaudy, ridiculous décor and replace it with equally expensive but simpler ones. You aren’t quite sure where they put the boar’s head that used to hang in there, but you are nevertheless glad that it’s gone.

“Thanks,” you say, draining your glass, “Had to spend the illustrious Emperor Emhyr’s money somehow.”

He smirks, eyes settling on you, “Fancy décor and pretty dresses.”

This time, you do blush. Of course, he isn’t wrong. One of the few things you like more in the Northern Realms are the clothes. There is no shortage of fancy silk and gauze, linens, chiffons, and lace for you to buy. And the colors—you can find such lovely colors here, like the dark navy silk you’re wearing now.

“Geralt,” you drawl, “I had no idea you had an eye for fashion, especially since you didn’t bother to put on the doublet I sent you.” Not that you really care – the shirt he’s wearing is white linen and the loose tie at the middle leaves a good deal of his chest exposed. It is not a bad view, you have to admit.

“I hate doublets,” he insists, shaking his head. “Can’t stand them.”

You raise an eyebrow, shaking your head. You can’t say you’re surprised. You highly doubt that Witchers ever have much occasion to wear fancy clothes. Even you can’t be bothered to wear a full corset. You don’t like wearing anything that requires help getting in or out of.

Silence settles over the two of you for a moment before Geralt turns to look out one of the large windows. You are surprised to see that the sun has set and the only thing you can see out the window is a smattering of stars. It must be quite late.

“It’s late, Lady Aep Hedhal,” he says, “I should probably be on my way, wouldn’t want to keep you awake.”

You look at him, eyes alight, “Oh, I didn’t know how much you cared about my bedtime, daddy.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, his eyes widen, and you swear that they’ve dilated slightly. You grin to yourself – who knew it would only take one word to disarm the Witcher. He has that look on his face – one you are quite familiar with from several of the guards and townsmen alike.

“But, since you are,” you speak slowly, taking advantage of the moment, you stand up, letting your dress rustle about as you take a few steps around the table, dragging your hand along the backs of each chair until you reach the Witcher’s. “Maybe daddy could tuck me in?”

It takes all of two heartbeats for Geralt to stand up, pushing the chair off to the side as he turns to face you, eyes drinking in your form as you blink up at him. “Gladly, princess.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he places one hand at the side of your face, letting the other slide over your shoulder and down your back, coming to rest firmly on your waist, pulling you flush against him. You shiver at the feeling, nerves on fire as you look up at him towering over you. You would very much like to kiss him, but you’ll wait for him. The game of cat and mouse was fun, but now that you’re held flush against him, you fully intend to let Geralt take it from here, especially after the way he looked at you as he said princess.

He presses his forehead against yours, talking slow steps, backing you toward the oaken wall, the hand on your face sliding down ever so slightly so that his fingers are on your neck, raising goosebumps on your skin. All the while, he speaks in those slow, deliberate sentences, “I cannot guarantee, though, Princess,” his fingers press slightly harder into the soft skin of your neck, making you bite your lip in anticipation, “That you will sleep very much.”

He finishes his sentence at the exact moment you feel the wall behind you, and it takes all of your self-control not to melt right there. You heart races as his amber eyes lock on yours for a seemingly endless amount of time as he pins you there against the wall.

Finally, you break the silence, biting your lip and looking up at him with wide eyes, words sounding innocent as possible, “Why not, daddy?”

That seems to finally snap his resolve. He presses his body against yours, pinning you more tightly against the wall. “I’ll show you why not, Princess,” he growls, finally capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

Your lips part for him almost immediately, allowing him access that he fully takes advantage of, tongue exploring your mouth as you whimper into the kiss, lost in how good this all feels. With the men from here – the guards, the occasional traveler – it has always just been a diversion. This is the first time in quite a long time that you’ve ever actually felt anything.

The Witcher pulls away, leaving you gasping for more. He stops for a moment, grinning just centimeters from your lips. You grip at his shirt, his shoulder, trying to draw him closer so that you can kiss him again, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he just laughs silently, cocking his head to the side. “You’re an eager little one, aren’t you Princess?”

Your only response comes out much softer than you intended. You aren’t used to being this, well, charmed by anyone. “Y-yes,” you whisper, “I do.”

Geralt breathes deeply, as if memorizing your scent, and hums appreciatively before pressing his lips to your neck.

You sigh, tipping your head back to give him better access, and he takes full advantage of it. His lips trace across your neck, gently sucking and licking at the skin there drawing several moans from you. You grasp at his shirt, clawing at his chest with both hands, vaguely aware that you are trying to rip the thin material from his chest.

He obliges, pulling back to pull the material over his head, tossing it behind him. You grin appreciatively as you drink in his form. Strong muscles and a body full of scars that somehow look good on him. You bite your lip before wrapping his arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck, tasting the skin there. He grunts appreciatively, gathering the silk of your dress and pulling it up using firm but gentle fingers. You are all too happy to allow him.

His hand snakes up under your dress, traveling higher and higher, leaving you breathing heavily, wanting more. For a moment, you pull away to look at him, eyes silently begging him to move his hand just a little higher. And, much to your delight, he does exactly that.

He snakes his hand up underneath the thin material covering your core, fingers gliding easily thanks to the wet heat pooled there. “You are eager, Princess,” he whispers, letting his fingers ghost over your clit – his touch so feather light it only stokes the flames, doing nothing to abate them. Until finally, he looks you in the eyes as he drags a calloused finger from your entrance to your clit, moving over the bundle of nerves in small circles – first slow and then faster, applying more pressure as your eyes roll back in your head, his name spilling from your lips.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he works you with his skillful fingers, massaging your clit just the right way so as to keep you like putty in his hands, legs bucking beneath you as he holds you upright, firmly against the wall – begging him for more but earning only a smirk as he continues to tease you.

“Open your eyes,” he demands in that intoxicating baritone. You never listen to anyone, but something about the way he says it has you snapping your eyes open immediately.

His amber eyes fix on yours as he toys with your clit, a smirk on his lips. You whimper, trying in vain to move your hips against his hand, but he has you locked right where you are.

“I bet you want to come,” he breathes, leaning down to nibble your ear.

You can only whimper in response as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive skin of your earlobe. His breath his warm on your neck as he speaks again, “Don’t you want to come, little Princess?”

You not emphatically, finally able to make your mouth form somewhat coherent words, “Y-yes…,” you breathe, “Please.”

“Please, what?” He growls in your ear as his fingers continue to rub slow circles that have you seeing stars.

“Please, daddy.”

He grunts in approval, lips moving to your neck, as he begins to work his fingers faster, flooding you with so much pleasure your body can hardly keep up. Between his fingers working over your clit and the soft kisses and licks he is placing all over your neck, you let out a desperate mewling sound as you come undone, hips bucking against his fingers as your knees buckle beneath you.

You would have fallen, but his reflexes are fast as lightning, and he catches you with one arm around your waist, holding you upright as your body slackens and you slump against his chest, breathing heavily.

Geralt slowly moves to brush back a few strands of your hair, moving his mouth up to whisper in your ear, “Oh, we’re going to have fun tonight, Princess.”

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let’s talk about the themes of the Sly games

Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus (2002):

Paris: this might not be the game’s main theme but it’s the theme that is most omnipresent. Paris is the glue that connects everything together. it immediately has such an impact on the player, even though it’s just the tutorial and the gang’s base of operations. Sly being a thief but also living in Paris just sounds so right, like it’s the way it should be. it fits.

The Thievius Raccoonus: this is the main theme and what provides the game with its premise. it’s the book that needs to be glued back together and its importance is highlighted throughout. almost every level has a page included so we’re constantly reminded of its significance. the skills we earn by retrieving the main ancestors’ pages elevate the gameplay and force the player to respect it. other than that it’s a clever way to spotlight the ancestors and establish that Sly does come from a long line of thieves.

Family: this doesn’t need much explaining but i’ll do it anyway. we start off with Sly’s parents getting killed and him landing at an orphanage where he creates a new family for himself with Bentley and Murray. you’ve got 3 different types of family: (A) Connor and Sly’s mom getting murdered and Sly’s aim to avenge them, (B) Bentley and Murray being true brothers when Sly was left with no one (i’m tearing up), and (C) the ancestors, which are explored more in-depth through the theme of The Thievius Raccoonus. Family as a theme explores Sly’s motivations and drive, even though Connor’s role is minor, especially in comparison to his role in Sly 3

Morality: Sly 1 is rudimental in its gameplay. it was a little game with a big promise at the time it was released, hoping to serve Sony and the Playstation 2 with a worthy mascot and an even worthier title. but right off the bat the player is bombarded with a shit-ton of lore about the world Sly lives in and how he operates. we immediately find out he’s an antihero, an honourable thief who has a code of conduct. this comes into stark contrast with the game’s villains who are basically filthy crooks. thief takes down thieves and the theme of Morality is SP’s attempt to make the player distinguish between good criminal and bad criminal. Morality as a theme is spotlighted immensely in Cold Heart of Hate when Sly saves Carmelita because he truly is the good guy, but also when it’s revealed that what’s been keeping Clockwerk alive all these years is the lack of morals and the hatred. the game establishes Morality as the outlining theme of the entire series, placing Sly on a pedestal because he’s honourable. morals trump hatred, so fuck off Clockwerk (even though ‘perfection has no age’ might be one of the coolest lines in the game lol)

Sly 2: Band of Thieves (2004):

Paris: this is the theme from the first game but on steroids. like make it x10. when you take the plot of Sly 2 and boil down to its core, it turns out to be a full-on race against time to save Paris. it provides both a nod to the first game and a sense of closure at the end: the game begins in Paris and ends in Paris. It’s both a setting and a catalyst, and it is absolutely brilliant in the game. you spend most of the game globetrotting, away from home but as soon as you find out ClockLa is on her way to unleash her psychotic brain waves and turn the city evil, you find yourself at the edge of your seat, caring more about Paris than anything else. it’s omnipresent and powerful and i don’t know why but i love it.

Spice: if you wanna be my lover. here’s an amazing replacement for drug trafficking as a plot device in a children’s game: spice. the spice trail is what pushes the narrative forward but also gives the gang something to face before the pieces fall into place and the larger scale of things is revealed. before ClockLa steals the show, spice is the main antagonist in the game. it brings the villains together, leads the gang from one location to another, provides some memorable missions and obstacles (Spice in the Sky and a raged, spice-infused Murray). but it’s not to say that it fades away in the long-run. Spice is actually the subtle thread that connects the episodes together but also is significant to the final master plan of hypnotising Paris.

Deception: obvious one here. Neyla pretending to be an ally is the major example. we’ve got the Contessa pretending to be loyal to Interpol, we’ve got Arpeggio seemingly being the mastermind behind everything (which he kinda was until he wasn’t), we’ve got the whole evil plot reveal on the spice, we’ve got Neyla ripping off Arpeggio on her journey to become the most well-written villain in video-game history. lots going on here. overall great theme. on a wider scale (and i’ve touched on this before in some recent posts) we’ve got SP deceiving the player into thinking the plot is all laid out at Rajan’s ball until it all turns to shit and nothing goes as expected. Appearance V Reality is a sub-theme that pops up when Bentley fights Jean Bison and Bison constantly underestimates Bentley until the turtle fucking blows his lights out. it’s not an instance of Deception per se, but it’s worth mentioning

The Past: Clockwerk’s return makes this a theme instead of a motif. before ‘saving Paris’ becomes the main objective, it’s Sly’s determination to prevent Clockwerk’s revamping that kicks off the game’s events. the events of Sly 1 play a pivotal role here as they lay the groundwork for the plot of Sly 2. it’s not just Sly 2: The Sequel. with its own set of characters and an intricate story it becomes its very own thing. but Clockwerk is the link that connects everything.

Morality: this one sneaks up on you in the game’s second half and just bites you right in the ass when you least expect it. Contessa, who until her boss-fight seems to be just another selfish spider bitch witch, manifests into this advocate for Sly’s inner demons through simple dialogue. fucking brilliant. ‘You’re an ignorant child playing dress-up in his father’s legacy’ (in my opinion, the best line in the entire series) kicks it all off. and then the theme becomes obviously present throughout. it explores the fine line that Sly walks between robin hood and scumbag thief, it shows how the villains are down-right criminals who want to benefit from their crimes, it cracks black and white into a million pieces because in a single game there are like a million layers of good and evil: Barkley at the very top as the authoritarian white, Carmelita as a sympathetic cop who tries to grasp onto her own code of ethics while occasionally running with the thieves, Sly and the gang as antiheroes, the villains as... villains, and Neyla as the embodiment of satan. it’s a scale and the game spotlights this. i had a different bullet point for Justice but i think it falls under Morality. basically, Carmelita’s story arc in Sly 2 deals with blurring her views a bit and re-defining justice

Sly 3: Honour Among Thieves (2005):

Ancestry (Cooper Vault): this is what the game is all about, or at least the premise. after stitching the cottdamn book back together by the end of the first game, Sly 2 doesn’t give any attention to the Thievius Raccoonus. in fact, Sly 2 exists on a completely different plane, using its amazing plot to elevate itself away from the lore of the first game. ancestry is rarely mentioned. flashforward to Sly 3, where SP takes us back to the mythos for a new caper involving a new reveal: the Cooper Vault. what we thought we knew about the ancestors is thrown out the window to pave the way for this mystical place where the Coopers buried their secrets and their loot. i’d like to point out that the theme of Ancestry is great and all but SP does a shitty job in spreading it throughout the game. whilst recruiting the new gang members we often forget why we’re doing so and it’s not until the last episode of the game that we get the fulfilment of the theme’s promise. it’s also worth mentioning that the theme pops up in A Cold Alliance when Tsao is comparing himself to Sly and he speaks of his ancestors but we somehow get the feeling that his ancestors were all colossal jerks like him and had absolutely 0 honour

Family: this is not the same as Ancestry. the new gang members could have very well been distant with each other if not for the adventures that made them bond. Bentley’s fascination with the Guru, Murray being the Guru’s apprentice, Bentley falling for Penelope, Penelope and Panda King helping Murray with the van, Panda King and Sly working alongside each other to kill vampire mantises and the Crusher. these are all moments that helped sell the ‘group of thieves’ aspect of the game. but Family also explores the bond of the original trio and how, even when they face their differences (Bentley and Murray living in the shadow of Sly), they can still make it through, even stronger than before. other references here might include: Panda King and Jing King, Dimitri and the Lousteau diving legacy, Dr. M and McSweeney being Conner’s “sidekicks”

Honour: this replaces the theme of Morality from the previous two games as the situations the characters face allude to honour (doing what’s right for the greater good) rather than morality (black and white, good vs evil). what i mean by that is SP making an effort to distinguish why Sly is a different thief and ultimately an antihero. this was sorta explored in the previous games by having Sly put an end to the villains’ various operations but the overall plot overshadowed those instances. Sly 3 on the other hand fully explores the theme of Honour by including the word in the title and having the gang save the day in every episode. stopping harm to the environment (polluting the Venice canals, destroying the Australian outback), helping Penelope come to terms with her inner demons by encouraging her to drop the facade of the Black Baron, saving Jing King from forced marriage, etc. the theme also ties into the theme of Redemption (below) but what i’d really like to point out is that Carmelita gets in on it as well. i can’t think of a more honourable moment than when she finally, after 3 games, puts the petty cop bullshit aside and comes to Kaine Island with her squad to save Sly from Dr. M. she makes Sly’s battle her own and doesn’t give up, showing up at the very end to save him from Dr. M’s horrific boss-fight (ugh)

Deception: although not as major as in Sly 2, i’ve said this time and time again: Flight of Fancy perfectly encapsulates the theme of Deception. Penelope dressing up as the Black Baron is not the only instance of deception. you’ve got Bentley and Penelope blowing their online avatars out of proportion, you’ve got Dimitri who was initially a villain finally turning sides, you’ve got an episode card full of sunshine and bright blue and gold fonts for a hub that’s all gloomy rainclouds. beyond Flight of Fancy, i can think of a few more instances: some Shakespearian shenanigans when Carmelita disguises herself as Jing King, or when the gang doesn’t reveal their Dead Men Tell No Tales plan to the player and we’re left thinking that Sly is going to get eaten by sharks

Redemption (Choices): speaks for itself, really. this one ties in with Honour and is a sub-theme, maybe a motif. we’ve got Murray’s desire to redeem himself for feeling guilty over Bentley’s accident. we’ve got Dimitri and the Panda King joining the gang after previously being villains in the series, and eventually redeeming themselves through helping with the heist. we’ve got Penelope redeeming herself as the Black Baron by joining the gang. i also named it Choices because these characters chose to redeem themselves. Choices are all over the game, whether its the lack of free will or the sacrifice characters make: Jing King isn’t in a position to choose whether or not she gets married during her capture, Sly sacrifices his cane at the very beginning of the game to save Bentley and then jumps in front of Dr. M’s shot to save Carmelita (!!!)

Closure: or the lack of, smh. SP’s trilogy comes to a close and therefore the theme has to exist even if the game doesn’t provide the player with mass satisfaction. Sly finally gets together with Carmelita, Bentley finally gets over his fear and self-doubt and lives the good life (with Penelope), Murray kicks off his racing career, and we get happy-ever-afters for the rest of the gang as well

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