#two rat menaces I see no difference

[ihatebrainstorm]

A horrible revelation I just had

+ some bonus doodles bc hhghahahahahghghhhehhahahhhhhhhhhh

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[linopls]

kinktober day six

teasing minho x fem!reader summary: minho can be a real menace at the movies warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, public teasing 0.4k words

“keep your hands to yourself, i’m trying to watch the movie,” you whispered.

“i’m just holding your thigh, relax,” minho whispers back. 

minho and you both loved movies, any chance the two of you got, you went. he loved surprising you with tickets and then treating you to all the snacks you could desire. you both learned after a while that the theater was freezing and to start bringing a blanket. this gave minho the perfect opportunity to grab at your thighs.

“well, it’s not helping me relax, knock it off.”

minho chuckles before rubbing small circles with his thumb on your outer thigh, moving his hand closer and closer to your clothed core.

“min,” you snap at whisper, “we’re in public.”

he doesn’t say anything, his eyes glued to the screen.

after a couple minutes pass , he still hadn't moved his hand. it’s all you can think about, his thumb rubbing circles on the top of your thigh and his pinky finger resting innocently against your core. 

“min,” you whisper again. 

“shush, i’m trying to watch the movie and you’re distracting me.” 

he traces his pinky up your clothed folds and brushes his gently against your covered clit. you whimper softly at the feeling. he then moves his ring and middle finger agonizingly slow back down so that they rest on where your entrance would be and his palm flat against your clit.

your hips slowly rise to try and feel more of his hand. you can feel your panties stick to your folds, wanting nothing more than for minho to relieve you in the theater.

minho chuckles at your body’s response, but his attention is still fully on the movie in front of you. you’ve completely lost focus on the movie, the only thing you can think about is him and how bad you need him.

minutes pass, could’ve been a hundred or five you wouldn’t have known the difference, before minho makes his next move. he moves his ring and middle fingers back up to your clit, at his same, slow pace. once he reaches your aching bud, he rubs small and slow circles on it. 

you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and set your head on minho’s shoulder. you hear him giggle and he places a kiss on your forehead. you close your eyes and let your body relax. all you can feel is pleasure.

for about two minutes. minho pulls his hand away and you open your eyes and lift your head up. 

“ready to go?” minho asks, a small smirk painting his face. 

you refocus your attention on the screen and see that the credits are rolling. you roll your eyes and lean your head back on the chair.

“come on, babe.” he leans in to whisper in your ear. “let’s go home and i can take care of you.”

a short and sweet one <3

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[derangedanomaly]

Woi!! You're still taking requests, right? If it's okay, can you do any sanses x fem!reader who's kinda like Niffty from hazbin hotel? You know, like obsessed with cleaning, extremely hyper, and a little,,, deranged? [Cute emoji]

Bonus points if reader is short. The chaotic little rat <3

Yes! I love my girl Niffty! I swear, she's so silly. I think that this is a fun request! Thank you! And since you left me to pick out the Sanses, I'll do those that aren't requested much! Thank you for the request!

Masterlist

SANS AUS X READER THAT ACTS LIKE NIFFTY

(Sci, Fresh, Epic, Horror, Ink)

Sci:

Likes having you around, because you clean up his lab 💀

I swear, he tries to clean it up, but he just doesn't have patience and the time for it.

You're a blessing for real.

The thing he's not very happy about, is how hyper you are.. you have too much energy, that you sometimes mess up an experiment of his on accident.

He tried to observe why you're so hyper all the time, but you just kept staring at him, doing absolutely nothing

He got shocked when he realized that you completely took over his normally busy schedule.

Doesn't comment on your height, but he will laugh whenever you're trying to get something that's too high up.

Do you need a lift?

He doesn't know why, or how, but you somehow wormed your way to his heart.. this needs to be figured out!

Fresh:

The first thing he immediately noticed, (besides your height), is that you like to stare. A lot.

He gets a little uncomfortable at your staring... So he will probably just leave while you're having your own staring contest. 💀 (Him?? UNCOMFORTABLE?! The skeleton that makes everyone else uncomfortable??? Well that's a first.)

Laughs whenever you're running around cleaning everything. But when he accidentally mentions that his house is a mess, he'll immediately freeze upon noticing the FATAL mistake he just did. 💀

Shares the same amount of hyper energy as you. Which makes you a pretty good duo. That's rad brah!

I swear, everyone audibly groans whenever they see you two together. They just know that it's gonna be pretty unbearable when you're both involved.

Likes your shortness. Gives him an excuse to hold you. ❤️

Epic:

Lmao this meme master constantly jokes about your height.

Tell the bugs I said hi.💀

Doesn't appreciate whenever you're cleaning because you pay no attention to him! :(

But you're a pretty good motivation if he does say himself. Like, you're always so determined to clean everything you come across! It's a motivation, really.

Doesn't know what to think about your derangement. Kinda creeps him out at times, not gonna lie.

Horror:

Horror is pretty big, so you look like a leaf next to him.

But the difference is, is that Horror is like a cuddly bear towards you, and you're like a menace to society.

It makes him feel warm whenever he finds you cleaning.

After awhile, Horror will probably start to think that you're a married couple. You're cleaning for him, cooking for him (which he helps you out with), hell, you do SO many things for him. (He's just confused with what your relationship is 😭)

He likes how deranged you are. Makes him at ease knowing that you won't freak out when he brings a dead human home.

He keeps saying that you're like his sun. (MY HEART)

Ink:

You're both short asf. So when he makes a comment about you being short, you make one right back.

You're both just stuck in a never ending insult game about your heights. 💀

Doesn't get why you're always cleaning. He doesn't see the point if it's gonna get dirty again anyways.

The only thing he probably likes about you is how hyper you are. (You're matching energies.)

You, Fresh and Ink would be a really dangerous trio 💀

Overall, you both don't really get along. But that's only because Ink is always salty. 🙄

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #science sans x reader #fresh sans x reader #epic sans x reader #horror sans x reader #ink sans x reader

[firebloodanddragons]

The Midnight Relief - Part 2 (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) NSFW

Summary: As a storm is raging outside, Aemond and you learn to discover each other around a game of Wolf and Sheep. But the game of confessions soon turns into a whole different experience, something you can almost call a lesson. But to learn you have to get naked first.

Tags: SMUT, Porn with Plot (sort of), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving), Handjob and Fingering, Aemond’s First Kiss, Prostitution, Targcest (Reader is Daemon Targaryen’s bastard), Light Angst, Insecurity and Vulnerability.

Author’s Notes: First I wanted to thank everyone for the positive response to the first chapter. It was definitely encouraging to read your enthusiasm and see all the likes (almost 500 atm 0_0). For the readers who are expecting drama, sorry but you will have to wait a little longer. I want to strengthen the chemistry and the relationship between Aemond and Reader before allowing troubles to settle between them. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter and sorry for making you read between the lines (but I love symbols and metaphors hehe). Can't wait to read your opinions.

(PART 1)

           There was a violent storm outside, a diluvian rain like no other flooding King’s Landing as if the city was a sinking boat. Even with the windows and the curtains closed, you could hear the huge drops crash on the glass and hit the roofs like arrow heads. You could have found this terrifying if you still lived in the Street of Silk for the brothel you used to work (and sleep) in was located down a sloping alley. But right now, this deluge was the least of your concern. Sure, you would most likely find a few more rats in your dorm when you would be back in the middle of the night but you still had a couple hours to spend before meeting the dirty rodents and you intended to use and abuse all the comfort they had to offer you.

Sitting facing each other, a cross shaped board between the two of you, Prince Aemond and you were studying the game of Wolf and Sheep in silence. It was a strategy game from the North with a purpose different for each player. The wolf had to capture the lambs to eat them and the lambs had to hem the wolf to trap him. Simple rules but it was one hell of a brain-teasing game.           It was the Targaryen prince’s favourite game and perhaps the only one he knew. He had ordered you to learn the rules back in the days when he used to call you his distraction, saying he needed an ‘adversary’ to play with him but the word had weirdly rolled off his tongue, almost with hesitation.       You remembered your first game. He had won of course but certainly because you had spent the entire time trying to understand why the pawns were green and black and not blue and yellow as they were supposed to be. You got your answers months after.

As usual, Aemond was playing the wolf but tonight he wasn’t showing any interest for the competition despite his natural inclination towards victory. Pouting, his body stiff on his chair and his arms resting on the armrest, his mind seemed elsewhere.   You doubted he wanted to talk about his troubles – he was the kind to constantly keep his thoughts to himself after all. But since you were certain it would do him good to speak his mind, you decided to sneakily lure him into a confession despite your mother’s proud voice in your head claiming you had inherited your father’s cunning.     “Life is like a game, isn’t it?”             The One-Eyed Prince immediately looked up at your face with an interrogative frown and you wondered if he heard you.     “There are sheep and there are wolves. Most of the times the wolves win and sometimes the sheep do.”     “Sheep never win.” Aemond said as he watched you take a black cube-shaped pawn from the board. “It looks like I’m winning.”     “You never win.” He sounded nonchalant but his lilac eye was studying your hesitating moves with a growing interest, the menace of the defeat perhaps.         ‘Only because I let you win.’ You wanted to say but as you chose to finally move your pawn to the left, you asked instead “And you always do?”   Aemond snickered a bit and with a lazy hand slid his green wolf to the right side of the board to avoid to be trapped by your black sheep.   You were a cautious player, analysing the situation for a long time before acting while Aemond was a quick strategist, constantly and unsurprisingly making fast and almost reckless decisions. But you couldn’t deny how perceptive he was. The Targaryen prince was always ahead of the game. Quick-witted, he could see all the possible moves (even your own) before you, the same way he could foresee his future.     He was no seer -only a few Targaryen had been dreamers - but he had an obvious talent to rapidly analyse things and a tendency to always be ready for a fight, fearless of the risks. Some people would call his gift longsightedness while other would say it is paranoia (inherited from the Hightowers) but all agreed on one thing; whatever it was it had been born from the victimized boy Prince Aemond used to be.         “We’re pawns you and I…” You continued. “…used by players who make us think we are free to choose our path.” “Hmm… And who might those players be?”           “The Gods?” You wondered and your adversary sneered before he eventually moved his pawn up to jump over one of yours and remove it from the game.       “The Gods didn’t choose my destiny or if they did then they’re blinder than I am.”       You scrutinized his contempt on his young face, knowing exactly what he was thinking. You had known Aemond for six years. You had seen him living the life of ambitious men day after day, witnessed his mornings training with the sword, his afternoons studying history and philosophy and his evening riding Vhagar until the night would sometimes bring him back to your company. You had an idea of what the prince secretly yearned and why he had been inflicting such a hard schedule on himself for years. He craved a life in which he would not be seen as the useless second son. And you could relate for you also wished for a different life. Being a serving girl was better than being a whore but you still wanted more.   “Are you saying the Gods can’t see the bigger picture?”   “I’m just saying that if they’re indeed responsible for my path then they see the wrong picture.”       “I thought you were a believer.” You had seen him pray enough times to be sure of that. “I thought you were a whore.” He retorted and your face fell instantly to keep the pain and the anger the name made you feel to yourself. It was one thing to hear the word in the intimacy of Aemond’s bed but to hear it in the middle of a serious conversation … It was more than insulting. But then, Aemond added “…not a sudden expert at Wolf and Sheep.” Did he realise he had hurt you? Did he just show concern for your feelings? You would not ask and even if he did that would not make you forget the insult.

“Let’s change the rules.” You suddenly declared as you swept all the pawns off the board with the back of your hand. Then you rested your chin on your crossed hands and frowned with a hint of defiance that left the Targaryen prince perplexed for a short moment. “Each time you win a game I remove one piece of clothes.”       The one-eyed man squinted. He didn’t like depravity but a part of him -the one who loved challenge (and your naked body) – seemed interested in this new game and was definitely wondering what the trick could be. Surely there was one, otherwise you would not look so confident. “And if you happen to win a game, what then, my bold flower?”             “You tell me something you believe in… Let’s rename the game ‘Believer and Whores’. You play the believer. I play the whores. Deal?” You offered him the green pawn and he took it almost immediately to place it at the centre of the cross-shaped board, accepting the proposition with no real hesitation, the certitude of victory louder than the apprehension to confess.           “You will end up naked anyway.”     “We’ll see.”    

And so, you played. During the first game, you let Aemond capture all your sheep without much difficulty to encourage him to keep on playing. You then started the second game by putting your hose on the table because so was the deal. This time, Prince Aemond didn’t succeed in removing all your pawns from the board and therefore he reluctantly admitted something “I believe you’d look better without your dress.” His words were so silly and disappointing you called him a cheater. “My confession fits the clothes you took off, fairest. Ridiculous.”           Therefore, you initiated a new game that ended when the prince reduced all your sheep to two pieces. So, you took off your dress, folded it neatly and placed it on the table right next to your stockings. Then you sat down again and raise your eyebrows at Aemond to challenge him once more. He was feeling so over-confident he accepted without an ounce of hesitation but the pride didn’t last for your quickly trapped his wolf on the board. “I’m all ears, my prince.” You declared with a mocking smile that made him grumble. What a sore loser.         “I believe you’re the best distraction.”       “No, no, no. Be honourable and follow the rules, please.” He glared at you and you contained your laugh to not vex him even more. You did not wish for this game to end for there was still so many things you wished to know about the prince. “Look! I’ve removed my dress.” You slouched on the chair and gestured at your body with a bright teasing smile as you watched Aemond’s look follow your hands go down. His lilac eye lingered on your breasts for a moment to gaze at their beautiful round shape and at the rosy nipples your sheer linen chemise couldn’t hide.           “Hmm” He smirked, liking the sight and then focused his eye back on your beautiful face. “You’re a brilliant manipulator, aren’t you?”       “You’ve just figured that out? After so many years in my company?” You giggled and Aemond allowed himself to chuckle briefly.

However, his smile died as soon as realized the secret that his tongue itched to reveal. He had never said it to anyone, keeping his opinion to himself only even though he had many times wanted to spill it.     But who would care about it? His mother? He was certain she’d eventually just give him another sermon on duty just like his grandsire. His siblings? They weren’t close and knowing Aegon, he would probably laugh and complain that his burden’s heavier than Aemond’s while Helaena – who would undoubtedly be a good listener - would merely give him a gentle and companionate smile. Criston Cole? What would he do about it except compare himself to Aemond and tell him how life is hard and unfair. But you… Somehow, he wanted to tell you. Somehow, he thought you might care. You were his midnight relief after all and for years you had never shown anything but loyalty to him. His secrets were safe with you. You had proved that many times. Therefore, he finally admitted it.             “I believe I’m a pawn in my family’s game of thrones and that I deserve better.”           You frowned, confused by the prince’s words and when you saw him avoiding your look, his eye staring at the black sheep pawn rolling between his fingers, your heart broke for him. You knew that Aemond was a lonely soul, that he craved for recognition and attention and wasn’t afraid to use his rogue attitude to get them. He was a middle child with a proneness to neglect and ignorance after all and as any second son in House Targaryen he had grown up in the shadow of his siblings and their glorious destinies. You knew that he despised his position - he had often disrespected his siblings and his father in your presence- but since he rarely looked insecure you thought he wasn’t so bothered. Clearly you were wrong. The young man was apparently a downcast man with an enormous chip on his shoulder and that was a facet of his intriguing personality he had remarkably kept to himself for years. You wondered what triggered him to reveal it tonight.       “And why do you believe that?”       “One win. One confession.” He said, faking a self-confident smirk as he threw the pawn on the table. “Those were your rules, starlight.”   “Now who’s the brilliant manipulator, my prince? You know if you just want to see me bare you can just tell me.”             He had a sad silent chuckle but at least it was sincere. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to erase his sudden gloom.

You stood up in silence and walked to him. Instinctively, he turned his chair towards you to face you and look up to you. With a soft smile you approached your hand to his face and asked for the permission to touch him. He replied by pressing his cheek and then the corner of his heart-shaped lips against your palm almost as if to kiss it. Your caressed him, trying not to linger your thumb on his scar because he hated being reminded of its existence, and admired him relax more and more under your comforting touch until his eye closed and you smiled at how peaceful he seemed.             “Do you want me to get naked for you?” You asked with a voice as soft as cotton knowing how much he liked the comfort of your bare body against his. Aemond’s eye opened in a flash and he gazed at you, needy but mostly begging.     “Are we still playing?”           “Only if you want to, my dragon.”   “If you take off your chemise right now that would be a very easy victory for me … it would almost be boring even.”         “Boring, really?”         You brought your hands to the sleeves of your sheer garment to slide them down your shoulders and slowly reveal your perky breasts. The thin linen instantly hardened your nipples when it brushed them and you observed Aemond’s fascinated stare devouring the two little buds. He craved to feel them. You could tell it. But he was resisting, his hands tightened around the armrests of his wooden chair so hard his knuckles were white. It was almost amusing to see him pointlessly forbid himself a thing he would eventually claim for himself in a moment. “I believe they want me to wed a Baratheon to secure Lord Borros’ support.”   So that’s why he was still keeping his hands to himself. He still wanted to play.   “How do you know?” “I heard my grandsire the Hand mention it a few times even before my brother’s coronation. Now, I’m sure it is just a matter of time before they send me to Storm’s End.” “Is that a bad thing?”             He gestured at the rest of your chemise, ordering you silently to show him what the ivory garment was still hiding, meaning your legs and your womanhood. You obeyed, having a feeling that Aemond only pretended to keep on playing your game and that he actually didn’t care about the rule that said to remove a piece of fabric to gain a confession. He just wanted to talk, to offload his thoughts, but he was too proud to show it. He had to feel like you were taking his words from him. A twisted kind of power play perhaps or a fear to betray his family.       The prince watched the chemise pool down at your feet and then he slouched on his chair to look up and down your body with a darkened eye.   “I believe I don’t like being considered a good you can trade. But I know my duty to my family and to the crown. I’ll wed the Storm girl, bed her if needed but I will not put an heir in her belly. One half-dragon half-stag creature is enough to know that Targaryen blood don’t mix well with the blood of lesser houses. In fact, I’d rather have a child with you than with a plain-featured Baratheon and you’re my uncle’s bastard and a serving girl.”   Even if it probably wasn’t the prince’s goal, his words sounded cruel and insulting again but at least he had had the presence of mind to not to call you a whore this time. So perhaps there was a hint of sympathy somewhere in his heart. “Thank you I guess … my prince.” You insisted (not so discreetly) on his title since positions were so important. He noticed and suddenly he grabbed you by your hips to bring you between his legs and press his forehead against your belly. You wondered if it was his clumsy way to apologize or to comfort you.     “All I’m saying is that Targaryen blood must remain pure. Mayhaps after the war I will be allowed to sire children with someone worthy of my bloodline.” He confessed before weirdly nudging his nose in your navel while you frowned at him.       “You would get rid of your lady wife?”       “I would not kill her, do not look at me like that.” He retorted although he didn’t even glance at you and simply guessed your frown, his face still nestled against you. You couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised. You would have never thought he knew you enough to divine your reactions. “But when the Baratheons won’t be needed anymore, I’ll ask my brother for his benediction to put an end to the marriage. That’s why I hope I won’t have to go through the wedding or the bedding ceremony. The preservation of my future wife’s maidenhead will make the annulment easier.” His wish for an annulment reassured you. “After all I’ve said, I believe you should take more clothes off.”   “I have no clothes left to take off, my prince.” “But I do.”

You smiled lightly, amused by his sudden boldness and gently put your hands on his chest to unbuckle his leather tunic. You could sense the Prince’s lilac stare on you and even though you wanted to gaze, certain you could remove his clothes without looking since you had done it countless times before, your eyes still remained on the task at hand. One buckle, two buckles, three buckles and the tunic opened enough to slightly reveal his hairless pale chest. You drew an invisible line along Aemond’s torso with your index, giving him discreet goosebumps, and when you reached his belt, you finally looked up at him.     He tensed when you pulled the strap but he never glanced away from your face even when you put the belt on the table. His look was impatient and lustful, as usual, but it was also fascinated and almost enamoured of your beauty… The beauty of a bastard whore? Come on girl, don’t be silly.             “I’ve heard Lord Borros has four daughters and that they are quite beautiful. Mayhaps, you will find one to your taste, one you’ll like.” “Hmm … I doubt it.”   You tried to hide your satisfied smile and focused your attention back on Aemond’s tunic. But then, as you freed him from the uncomfortable leather, a question or rather an image popped in your head. Other hands … hands belonging to another woman, to his future wife getting your prince naked. It left you with a heavy heart that you tried to ignore.         “I can see a question is burning your tongue. What is it?” When you caught Aemond’s eye again, he was studying your face, definitely intrigued but you shook your head and smiled. It’s nothing. But the Targaryen prince like any dragon was persistent.     “You play the believer now.” He declared and you chuckled. Fine.          

“What will happen to …” You started but then changed your confession completely. That was not cheating right? “What will happen to me once you’re wed? I know how dutiful you are, my prince. I know you’re a decent man who does not betray his vows. Will you …” You hesitated again. You couldn’t possibly ask him ‘Will you still fuck me?’ “Will you send me back … to the brothel?”         “Is that what you are afraid of?”       Yes and not really.       “Oh my starlight. Do you really think there’s a woman out there able to compete with you? You’re the accomplice who keeps my secrets, the distraction who makes me forget my troubles, the lady of my nights who burns my loins but most of all you’re my midnight relief. For my own sanity I can’t let you go. I thought you knew that by now.”           “I was a whore in a brothel, my prince. I’m used to being used and abandoned especially by people who said they would never leave me. I’m always the girl one abandons. This the curse the gods cast on me even before I was born.”     You could have witnessed the hint of compassion clouding Prince Aemond’s face if only you had not looked away to hide your pain.           “When I was thirteen, I fell in love with the son of a smith. I thought he loved me back. Turns out he only wanted to fuck me for free. Once he got what he expected from me, he left me. Two years later, it was a gorgeous Tyrell lord who tricked me. He used to be a client, constantly promising me to take me away from the brothel and marry me but he never did and eventually he wedded a noble lady.” You sneered, hating your younger self for the fool she used to be, a reaction that the Targaryen knew all too well. “But the worst happened when my mother died of syphilis… ‘Daemon’ she whispered on her death bed as she held my hand… Until her dying breath, my mother had only love for the man who never cared for us. She never loved the daughter who took care of her, stood by her and loved her unconditionally despite all the horrible things she had put me through. My life before you was just a succession ofdisappointments and heartbreaks, my prince, endless pains that broke me only to make me tougher and break me again. And when your brother brought me here, I made a promise to myself; that I would not let anyone shatter me ever again.” You last words could have sounded like a threat if Aemond hadn’t known what they truly meant. He too had experienced of the pain born from ignorance, the impression that love was something you had to earn and the neglect of a parent. He knew what it was to be treated like dirt or like a ghost, to crave for a place to fit in and for another life. He knew how you felt for your feelings weren’t so different from what he was keeping in his heart.                 “Sit down here.” Aemond’s voice brought you back from your miserable past and he placed his hand on the table to repeat his command he thought you had not heard. “Obey your prince.” You arched an eyebrow, wondering why he wished for you to sit down on the table. He was the kind of man that would rather take you in a bed so this couldn’t be to claim your body. And yet as soon as your arse touched the wood, the prince spread your legs and turned his chair towards you to admire your humid rosy flesh.           Aemond didn’t know much about the act of the flesh. This statement was one of the only truths he would ever admit to himself because he saw his ignorance as the proof of his decency. He didn’t want to be a depraved wastrel like Aegon, believing that every little thing that made him different from his brother was a strength.   The little (and everything) he knew about sex he had learnt by listening to Aegon or thanks to the obscene things he had witnessed in the brothel he had visited when he was thirteen, the brothel where he had found you. But there were things he had never dared try or even think about trying. And yet he was contemplating one of them right now because he had the feeling it would make you feel better. After all, he had experienced the bliss of your mouth around his cock enough times to believe that giving you a similar treatment could make you forget your tourment.

He was pouting, studying your womanhood with a frown for the first time in six years, not caring about you discomfort if you even felt some. He had shoved his cock in that hole many times before. He had even grinded it along you slit and covered your little bush with his seed. But all this had come quite spontaneously, naturally even, because a man’s cock belongs in a woman’s cunt. But a man’s mouth … was it made to eat the delicious-looking fruit between a woman’s thighs? Aemond’s mouth was watery, eager to taste the pomegranate before him. It looked juicy and tender. Appetising. But despite the hungry call, the young prince could still hear his modesty telling him to reconsider his desire. It was strong enough to stop his mouth, but it wasn’t to stop his hand.             You gasped when you felt Aemond’s fingertips touch and slowly slide down between your warm lips. His stroke was unexpected and more than unusual. And yet you didn’t dare comment on it, allowing the prince to discover your womanhood.     “Is it the thing you touch before you scream and clench around me?” He asked as he brushed the little opening above your entrance. “No, no it’s not that.”             “Then what is it?”       You could hear the curiosity in his voice, making him sound almost adorable. Quietly you led his finger slightly higher, up to your clitoris. “It’s that thing.” “Hmm” He sounded genuinely intrigued so you explained. “Men who believe a woman’s pleasure only lies inside of her are fools. You can make a woman feel good without shoving your cock in her cunt. Her neck, her breasts, her lower back, her stomach, her inner thighs, even her ears. Those are the parts that can make a woman scream if touched properly of course… But her ultimate weakness lies there.” Guided by his inquisitiveness, Aemond allowed his finger to briefly rub your little bud, wondering if he could make you squeak a little. As soon as he saw you squirm on the table and heard a little gasp, a smirk tugged at his lips. He seemed amused, proud even as if your little reaction was a victory.             Meanwhile the same question still burned your lips. Why was he doing that?     You thought about asking but then Aemond’s lips suddenly closed around your clit and you mewled in pleasure and surprise as your hands grasped the edge of the table to keep you still. “Oh my … aaaah”  

Aemond’s hungry grunts were muffled, his heart-shaped lips busy pulling and sucking on your little bud, his strong hands on your thighs to keep your legs opened. He did not regret having yielded to temptation for the taste of your tender warm flesh was the best taste of defeat ever. It was like a delicious honey sweet slowly melting between his lips and offering him the most exquisite nectar and it was so addictive the prince could imagine his mouth eating you for hours.       When your clit started hardening between his lips, the prince’s mouth opened wider to let his tongue come out to greet it. The tip touched it first, with curiosity but no caution at all for he was too famished to be gentle. As a consequence, you moaned loudly and clenched your legs around his head. Aemond’s instinctive reaction was to stare up at you and reopen your legs. “I’m sorry, my prince.” You apologized when you noticed he wasn’t looking away from your reddened face. But he didn’t not want your apologies, too seduced by the sound of your voice his tongue managed to get from you.     Wishing to hear you again and even louder, he lapped at your lips this time, following your slit from your entrance up to your bud. You cursed and brought a hand to your mouth to keep you silent. A mistake. Aemond pulled your little button between his lips, sucking on the tiny piece of flesh hard to make you scream in pleasure.           “Please my prince, it’s too good. I can’t … I can’t…” You begged, your cheeks burning hot. “Starlight, with that storm raging outside, I am quite certain you can scream as loud as you want. No one in this castle will hear you.” He declared, his lips glistening with his saliva and your juices. “Besides, I want you to tell me how good I am.”         “You’re amazing, my dragon.” You complimented. “But why—”   Aemond buried his face back between your thighs to tease your entrance with his tongue. It was clearly an attempt at shutting you up and it worked very well. “I didn’t say I wanted you to ask questions. I said I wanted you to tell me how good I am. Understood?”           You nodded.   “Sȳz.”(Good.) “Sȳz riña iksan?” (Am I a good girl?) You asked in his mother tongue, to let him know you understood the word. Aemond’s eye widened in pleasant surprise and he made a mental note to ask you later how you knew High Valyrian. Because right now he had to slap your thigh hard to punish you for your disobedience.           “I said no questions, my insolent flower.” You contained a cheeky smile and slowly placed your palm on the hand that had smacked you to cautiously lead it back to your fold. It was a bold initiative. Making the prince do something? You had only dreamt of that. You expected him to brush you off and slap your hand away. But he didn’t. Instead, he let you to bring his fingers to your soft and soaked lips with an inquisitive look. “Since I can’t ask question and can only tell you how good you are, allow me tell you this. You’d be more than amazing if you put a finger in there.” Aemond hesitated for an instant, wondering if what you were suggesting wasn’t too obscene even if a part of him craved for this lustful touch. But when your eyes called to him with a lewd gleam, he couldn’t continue denying you or himself.             One of his fingertips teased your humid entrance, spreading your wetness along it. It was sticky and warm, making his skin beautifully glisten. Nothing disgusting, merely arousing.  So Aemond slid his finger inside of you. Your plaintive long moan made his cock – that he had managed to ignore for so long - throb in his trousers and he discreetly squirmed on his chair. He never thought pleasing a woman could be so delightful.           You undulated your hips to feel his digit go in and out of you but also to show Aemond what he was supposed to do. Fortunately, he was not so clueless and he got the message. He pushed his finger in and out, alternatively glancing at your juices coating his skin and at your flushed lovely face with a smirk.       “Another, please.” You begged in a sensual whisper and he plunged a second finger in your hole. Your walls stretched around them and your back arched to take all his phalanxes. “Seven hells, you’re incredible.” You moaned, remembering he wanted to be complimented. “What if I add my tongue?” He asked with mischief and you furrowed your brow. Seriously? “How would I be?”       “Mayhaps, you should find out yourself.” You encouraged and he instantly buried his face back between your thighs to unceremoniously lick your cunt almost like a starving cat drinking a bowl of milk.        

Aemond’s excitement made his mouth hand coordination clumsy but it was still enjoyable enough to hit you with by a powerful wave of pleasure. You moaned loudly and instinctively knotted your fingers in his long silver hair to beg for more and offer your sex like a needy whore. Your hunger for his mouth and fingers was met with a new slap on your thigh and you grunted. “Aren’t you forgetting something, starlight?” He smirked and you whimpered, frustrated by the absence of his tongue along your slit.       “Please, my prince.”   “Such a whining needy flower. Is the pleasure I give you so heady you can no longer understand what I want? Tell me how I am.” He ordered with a harsh voice before he abruptly pushed his fingers deeper inside of you to purposely make you cry out.             “You’re prodigious.” The compliment satisfied him and after a new proud smirk he went back to tickle your throbbing clit with his amazing tongue.                       You begged him not to stop. You begged him for more. Even if you knew you should not beg or ask anything from him. You were supposed to be the giver, the pleaser. But nevertheless, Aemond responded to each one of your pleadings with guttural growls that vibrated against your swollen reddened lips and that ultimately sent you over the edge. You ended up crying out ‘my prince’ over and over again, loudly, not caring if the storm outside was powerful enough to cover your voice until your body became limp and all that was left of you was a panting breath and a pool between your thighs.       “Drējī sȳz riña iksa.” (You’re truly a good girl) Aemond purred and then he got up from his chair and took your chin between his fingers. You could smell yourself on them but you were too dizzy to make a comment.         “Teach me more.” He demanded with a dark voice and a perversity that you never thought existed. You wanted to catch your breath first but your prince was impatient, his lilac eye burning with excitement and the bulge in his leather trousers illustrating his eagerness perfectly.  

“As you might agree, the act doesn’t start when a man enters a woman.” You began breathless and he listened with an attentive ear. “It starts when their skins touch...” You brushed Aemond’s hot chest, slowly tracing soft lines with your fingers from his pectorals down to his abs. “…when their eyes meet.” You looked back at his young face, deep in his eyes and you carefully unstrapped his eyepatch to reveal his sapphire.       You had seen the fancy blue jewel many times, enough times to no longer notice its presence in the socket, enough time to treat the gem like another eye, enough times to make you believe you were the only one in the Red Keep capable to touch that eyepatch and look at Aemond’s sapphire without making him uncomfortable or angry.       “So much pleasure can be given with one look. Teasing is exiting. Showing your partner that you lust after them is arousing. But don’t just make them feel beautiful. Make them feel like they’re the most beautiful, the most desirable. Say it, show it.”     You pressed your forehead against the prince’s and rubbed your nose against his as you cupped his face in your hands to silently caress his cheeks with a tenderness and an adoration that made him forget his scar and his missing eye.   “My handsome dragon.” You whispered close to lips and you felt him shiver against your palms.         “I hope you’re not lying.” He admitted with a broken murmur.     “I would never lie to you. Ever.” You comforted him, forcing him to look at you in the eye to make your words a promise. “You’re beautiful, Aemond.”

Aemond felt your sincerity pierce his heart and in a moment of joy and gratitude, he unexpectedly caught your lips with his own. He had never kissed a girl before and he would be a liar if he said the thought of kissing you had never crossed his mind, because it had, countless times when he was buried inside of you to the hilt or even when you just smiled at him. Your lips had called his for years and tonight was the perfect night to claim them. His mouth brushed yours slowly, gently, quietly to discovered its texture, its taste, delicately as if it was sacred. Your lips were soft and full, accepting his caresses and giving them back without condition or without the reluctance a lady might have felt kissing a man as maimed as him.         You were kissing him with adoration and generosity and all he could feel apart from thankfulness was an amazing wellness that gave him the impression he was resting on a cloud. You were the one to end that kiss with a tiny peck on Aemond’s mouth, an affectionate gesture that made him smile softly. You beamed at his sweet expression and touched his lips as if to capture it on your fingertip.          

Neither of you knew what to say and you quickly came to the conclusion that perhaps there was no words to say, only things to do. Your bodies would do the talking. Your face still close to Aemond’s, you unlaced his leather trousers and pulled them down along his legs with your hands first and then with your feet until they reached his calves. He didn’t glance at your fingers when they blindly wrapped around his hard and erected cock, his purple iris devouring your eyes, but he winced in pleasure and brought his hips closer to your body to unconsciously fuck your hand. You watched him, his lips partially parted breathing hot puffs into your mouth until they decided to claim your mouth in a new kiss.         This one was more passionate than the first one. It wasn’t only lips. It was lips, hands and arms. Hungrier, it was eating you, suffocating you and sucking the air out of your lungs. But that kind of ravenousness was pleasant. It made you feel extremely desirable.

Aemond’s cock was throbbing in your hand, thrusting in your grip, aching, frustrating, craving for a sensation other than the one your palm around it was giving him, something warmer, wetter. You could feel it and you would not torture your prince any longer. He had given you so much tonight, he deserved the hole he desperately wanted.         You guided his shaft at your entrance and pushed the tip in. “A man doesn’t have to take a woman like a hound takes a bitch. There are so many ways two bodies can interlock, so many positions… like this one” And then you wrapped your legs around his waist and lead him inside you.       He slid into your cunt with an easiness that made you both moan and that encouraged Aemond to sheathe his cock to the hilt. His hands on the small of your back, he started taking a fast and frantic pace. You dug your nails in his back to let him hammer you the way he wanted, moaning and whimpering in his ear. “When you fuck a woman, listen to her.” You declared; your words occasionally interrupted by your cries of pleasure. “Her moans, her breath. Feel her body, study it. Her shivers, her undulations, the way she holds onto you and tense in your hands. Let her tell you what she likes, what she wants but not just with words.”           “What about what I want?” He asked, pounding you as he usually would.           “Speak, guide her. But if it’s that girl is me, trust me. I know what you want… what you can love.”     You let go of Aemond’s back to place his hands on your hips, making him stop his intense thrusting. Eye-to-eye, you began undulating on the table, your movements sensual and gracious as if you were dancing. Aemond watched your curves move and your pussy slide around his cock with awe but what he loved most was your eyes who had not looked away from his face even once since you started fucking him slow.           Aemond was a dominant and a rough lover but he had to admit that your languorous pace was more than pleasant. It allowed him to feel you on every inch of his long cock, a delicious sensation that his frenzy had never given him. But despite his pleasure, he still missed your screams and his cock was throbbing so much in your hole, begging him to just fuck you hard again and finish it. Even though Prince Aemond wasn’t the easiest man to read, your previous work had taught you to decipher the whims of the most mysterious men. And so, when you noticed his frustration growing and burning dark in his eye, you lied down on the table and placed your ankles on his shoulder.         “Go ahead.” You wanted him to feel amazing, to cum like he had made you cum.

Delight made him smirk and he grabbed your hips to bury his cock deep into you. Your warm wetness was enticing, encouraging Aemond to accentuate his moves after each thrusting until his balls began to slap against your drenched entrance and he became unstoppable. Watching your beautiful breasts bounce, he kept pounding you hard until your toes finally curled on his shoulder and your body arched on the table. “I’m almost there.” You mewled and he chuckled, proud to see you so close to coming undone without being forced to touch your clit. Your growing pleasure was his doing and it was the most satisfying thing to witness.         “Do you have one final lesson for me?” He teased as he continued his hammering, refusing to change the pace to help you talk.     “No.” You cried out and your walls clenched hard around his cock as you screamed his name and various onomatopoeias and curses, not caring about how loud or vulgar you could possibly sound.                       Aemond grunted when he felt you tightened but he delayed his orgasm to let you finish your own. However, as soon as you were done, your body exhausted and limp on the table, he pulled his cock out to cover your stomach with his white seed. It splashed without the help of his hand and made him growl intensely like a beast, his knuckles on each side of your face, his body bent over yours.           The prince hissed and winced as the last drops felt on your skin and you lay a kiss on his tightened lips that opened like a flower when they felt your mouth. The kiss was tired and sweet this time, lovely.           “Damn you, woman.” He joked, overwhelmed by the intensity he had just experienced. “What have you done to me?” 

(PART 3)

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fan fiction #the midnight relief #house of the dragon

[alkhale]

Ahhhh I’m so happy you’re back with all the memos tidbits!!! That little snippet of kid and his crew and the latest where he was literally thinking of throwing her into a crate and stealing her onto his ship really really realllyy makes me wonder what would happen is Hoku actually did join his crew (aka hokunapped) hahah. Been in love with their dynamic since the chapter they met hehe

Hoku would be an absolute menace on Kid's crew

His crew would actually begin to question whether or not it was a good decision to let their captain force her onto their ship

Would claim she's only working temp on his ship because she had strangely rationalized that this was a good way to get Luffy to give up on her/she could just ditch this crew whenever and go die peacefully in a hut somewhere after following the news of the Straw Hat's journey

Is constantly questioning/not listening to his authority, she never takes it to the point of being blatantly mean, but just kinda ignores his orders/does whatever she wants

Hoku makes sure to get work done for the crew to earn her keep, helping out with ship chores, figuring out who's the cleanliest and making sure things don't look too gross with all these grease monkeys hanging around (she's not that neat either)

pops up in strange places around the ship, gets along with random crew members, even offers to help ink tattoos for them from time to time once she really warms up to them

she's become a bit fond of these weird, punk rock pirates

is always fighting with Kid, it's either two-sided shouting matches or one-sided curses and shouts from Kid while she picks at her ear and ignores him

unironically ends up causing him to be both a more destructive and less destructive pirate, he causes less human bodily harm but ends up destroying more houses or towns from his fights with Hoku (she always tries to rebuild homes for anyone)

it's a running joke to see how long they can go at sea before Kid gets angry at her, he seems to get livid at the very sight of her just lounging on her back on top of some barrels, but his crew reminds him its his fault for wanting her

Hoku likes messing with Kid but she actually starts to warm up, very, very little to him. She kind of finds him more amusing than anything else, fun to mess with, likes that he's so bullheadedly passionate about his dreams but just hates how angry he always is

"I think he just needs to get laid," Hoku finally joked once to Killer, causing the first mate to pause completely in the middle of his meal. There's a few things Killer could say to that, but he decides it's wiser not to get involved with anything in that regard

Killer just isn't sure how to tell her that sometimes Kid's "anger" isn't quite "anger"...

Hoku and Kid spar often, mostly because it's a fight turned physical but Kid genuinely thrives when it comes to fighting with Hoku

one sparring match in particular ends up a bit...

"You're always runnin' around like a rat," Kid accused, kicking up a storm of sand as he lunged for Hoku. She leapt out of his reach, dodging his metal extended claws. "Afraid of getting caught, doll?"

"You're always grabbing," Hoku snapped back. She lowered herself briefly to the sand, swinging her foot out and catching Kid in his side. He grabbed quickly for her ankle, but Hoku swung her foot up and sprung back on her hands, just out of his grasp. "Always tryin' to hug me."

"Shut it!" Kid snarled. The shore line lapped right at their side, encroaching closer onto the sandy slope. A salty breeze tousled Hoku's hair out of her face, baring her completely to him. "One of these days you're gonna be cryin' because of this."

Hoku laughed, a loose, breezy sound that grated against his ears. Kid felt his pulse thundering louder in his ears. Hoku leapt nimbly closer, he knew this tactic well by now, her way of getting ready to try to finish him off. Her fingers reached for her sword. "Whatever you say, brat—"

Kid moved differently this time, lunging forward, arms raised. Hoku balked for a second in surprise, eyes wide at his frontal assault. Kid still had hulk and mass over her, the entirety of him slamming her down into the ground with a ghost of her breath rushing past his ear.

Hoku reacted quickly, scrambling with him in the sand as grains flew across the both of them. Kid wrestled with her, trying to force either both her wrists into one of his or pin her legs down—whichever he could manage first—a knee slammed into his ribcage, a foot managed to extend and catch the side of his head—damn she's flexible.

Hoku's hand grabbed at his hair, pulling roughly. Kid snarled, blood pumping at the sensation while Hoku glared fiercely beneath him. Something thrummed, a little louder in his ears, and before Kid could force her down Hoku was suddenly heaving with all her might—legs locked tightly around his waist. Kid felt himself go sideways before he could fight back, forced with a rough palm down onto his back and facing upwards as Hoku straddled him.

Her hair fanned out wildly around her face. Sweat dripped a bit from her chin from their brief and rough struggle. Hoku glared down at him, daring him to fight back. Her lips pulled into a little bit of a snarl, the faint glint of that sharp canine catching light. Kid's hand shot up automatically, gripping her waist, the other grasping her thigh—his entire hand could almost cover the expanse of her thigh, he realized suddenly, like a screw clattering to the ground in the back of his head. He could feel the heat of her skin through her rough pants, the taut muscle and still slightly plush flesh at his fingertips, dents pressing under his grip.

Her hip fit even easier into his hand, one firm grip. His eyes flickered up briefly to her face, still twisted into a daring look of triumph above him—the faint heave of her chest, the rise and fall, rise and fall—

A drop of sweat rolled down the column of her neck. Kid felt something heavy pull into his gut.

God, he should kill this woman.

More screws clattered to the ground in his mind, a ruckus of noise, each one a shattering image of Hoku laughing annoyingly amidst his crew, shoving Wire as she almost fell over her barrel. An image of her snoozing uselessly in the sun, glowing from its warmth, sprawled out with ease across the deck. Her hair catching the first rays of light as she peeked over the crow's nest from the watch the night before. Her eyes meeting his across a bar, crinkled at the corners in teasing annoyance—

He needed to wreck this woman.

Her fingers wrapped around her brush. The slow or quick turn of her hand across paper. The colors that spilled out beneath her fingertips. Her happy, grudging huffs of awe at his work. The soft, audible sound of her in his private workshop, gaze lowered to whatever project laid before her.

He needed to—

Her eyes, flickering to meet his gaze, reflecting his visage entirely.

Hoku suddenly went ramrod straight above Kid. She paused, her once firm grip of his chest and head faltering. Kid blinked, annoyed to have been dragged from his thoughts as he looked back up at Hoku—

Kid blinked, once, twice, going almost slack in disbelief at the sight before him.

Hoku's cheeks had flushed, a dark, flustered red. She looked stunned, stupified almost as though she was trying to comprehend and register the situation at hand herself. Kid watched, almost mesmerized by the way that blush seemed to creep from the back of her neck as well—did her whole body flush like that? How far did it go?

Why the hell was she blushing in the first place—

(Something hard pressed flush against the inside of Hoku's thigh, a size she did not need to consider, situated right beneath the weight of her pressing originally hard down against Kid to keep him pinned—)

Kid went carefully still in realization. His grip on Hoku instantly went slack.

(Her weight fit snug against him. A shudder threatened to run down the back of his neck. Shamelessly he imagined for a second her back against the sand, her hair sprawled out amidst it. Her eyes, round and wide filled with his visage, her cheeks flushed, his lips following it down her neck. Something hot pooling in his gut flushed upwards, right to his fingertips as they flexed, suddenly itching to hold—)

Hoku was off Kid in a flash, jumping to her feet as her hands flew up into the air as though she were under arrest. Kid scrambled up onto his elbows, jaw working—

"Hey, uh, sorry about that," Hoku said first before Kid could even think of what ought to come out of his mouth. He blinked dumbly at her. "It's—that's a totally normal thing to happen, so don't worry about it, yeah? No worries, bud. Uh—I'll um, go? See ya back on the ship!"

Hoku darted away, running off the sand before he could even grab for her ankle or hold her back. Kid sat there amidst the sand, heat pulsing against his skin, a very real, very personal problem tenting upwards against his—

Kid let out something like a slew of curses, shouting angrily at nothing and everything—

Killer was perplexed for only about five minutes later that evening when Kid returned, some time after Hoku, more angry and grumpy but strangely subdued around her in a way he was not before, and then Killer sorta figured it out

-basically Hoku on Kid's crew is 3/5 her giving him an aneurysm and 2/5s something else

#hoku #kid #eustass captain kid #memos #memos au #hoki #what was their ship name again

[digenerate-trash]

I desire yan!Whitney, him beating the shit out of people for just looking at what's his.

I would expect nothing less to be honest with you. you know that one scene in math where one kid looks at you in math and Whitney goes nuts??? I made it worse (this is gonna veer off into violence hope that's cool. also gonna trigger tagging this for blood/yan antics/gn pc/Whitney shenanigans.)

Whitney is always a menace. He has just been getting steadily worse. Usually, he's a big fan of whoring you out when he can for cash or approval from his less-than-stellar friends, but even that's come to a rather strange halt. He's more interested in spending time with you alone now. He even started to ditch school taking you with him. 

You’re actually starting to worry about him. He's barely the same guy you met at the start of the year. He's still an asshole sure. But he is /different/. More people are starting to avoid you. And they whisper Whitney's name when you walk by, even when you're alone. People don't dare touch you or even talk to you anymore. Even some of the teachers have started ignoring you. You can't shake the feeling that this is all by design somehow. 

It all comes to a head in the middle of math, however. River gets called away to attend to something, but you're not sure what, You weren't listening as you lean into Whitney's shoulder. He plays with your hair gently and zones out. He's not in the mood for chaos today. He likes the feeling of you relaxed against him.

When you look around the room just for a brief moment you tense. A boy is staring at the two of you. This seems to jolt Whitney back from his daydream and he immediately spots the boy. His face contorts into a scowl as his grip on your hair tightens. 

“Why are you staring at them?” *his voice is loud though he doesn't yell. His gaze is locked on the boy and the class goes silent as they look over at Whitney. Then their poor classmate as Whitney waits for an answer. 

Everyone knows there's no correct response. He's doomed. He's been caught /looking/ at something that's Whitney’s.

The boy stutters a bit. But no comprehensible words come out. Whitney pushes you back into your own seat and nods to one of his friends before he charges the poor student. It’s not long before the boy starts to cry out for help. At first, people are laughing or cheering. It’s fun when it’s not happening to them, but soon The screams and cracks of Whitney's fist against the boy only get worse as time goes on. Whitney's friend guards the door making sure no one leaves. The cheers die out the class watches as Whitney goes far beyond a regular beating. 

You can see it, Whitney is still enraged. He's biting down on his own lip so hard that its started to bleed. His fist is dusted with bruises and his victim's blood. His forehead is covered in sweat as he finally pulls back. The classroom is still silent apart from the haggard breathing of the boy. whitney straightens out his shirt and looks down at the boy before spitting on him before returning to you. He pulls you up by the arm dragging you out of the classroom. No one tries to stop him as he leaves. 

You don’t know what to say to him as you're pulled to the front gates of the school. Should you say anything? Should you have stopped him? Could you have stopped him? Whitney's grip tightens on your wrist as he takes you down into the alleys near the school. He shoves you up against the wall before leaning down and kissing you deeply. 

You can taste the blood in his mouth he seems to want you too as he holds you still against the alley wall. When he pulls back your panting, Whitney finally smirks. It's that cocky playful look that you haven't seen in weeks. He seems to have finally relaxed a bit as he brushes his hair out of his face with one hand the other still holding you still. 

“We should probably skip the rest of the day. I doubt anyone is going to rat on me, but I don't feel like answering any questions right now.” Whitney says before he rubs his bloody knuckles off on his shirt, It wasn't clean before but it looks worse smeared with blood. He tilts your head up slightly grinning “But it's worth it” he promises. “No one is going to ever look at you again.”

#dol #whitney the bully #yan whitney #tw blood #tw fight #tw beating #tw violence #trash fic #pc/whitney #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #gn reader #x reader

[bedoballoons]

can you do lyney with introvert male reader, who lives in the water that is bit far from fontaine? Reader is hydro polearm user who mysterious won't go wet once out of water, including what he bought. He mysteriously unable to dissolve into water, despite being fontainer. He's distant to anyone, including furina(to her awkwardness), but will provide help in need. He doesn't mind lyney being part of fatui, since he's a good guy with good reason in his own rules, will shows protectiveness to save him and his siblings in case something happens, but won't hesitate to fight him or anyone for a reason that caught his attention

Yay! I love writing Lyney!!! I did my very best to include as many things in your request as possible so I hope you enjoy!! Thank you <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Hydro introvert~༺}

CW: Male introvert reader! Evil men attempt to use Lyney and his siblings as leverage! Descriptions of fighting and fluff at the end!

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𑁍༄Lyney:

You gasped as the lights turned on, blinding you after you'd been left in the dark for what felt like hours...and revealing a large cage in front of you, in it Lyney, Freminet and Lynette, who despite the current situation, seemed delighted to see you. You on the other hand...were more than just panicked, "No! Let them go! You don't even need them! Please, they will dissolve in the water!"

"Hahaha...oh but you're very wrong, I do need them." Your eyes shot up to where a tall man stood on a tight rope, balancing in a brightly coloured suit with a sick smile on his face. You knew him well enough by now, the man who had attempted to trick you in to being his experimental guinea pig...and had failed all because Lyney had been there to see past the scheme, he knew you were different and even being apart of the fatui who could benefit from finding out why...he would never let anyone hurt you.

And you were going to do the same..even if it meant possibly giving up your freedom in the process, "You need them...so we can make a trade I'm guessing, my life...for all three of theirs?" You glanced in the siblings direction, your eyes meeting Lyneys long enough to see the worry behind them for you and his siblings.

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However the man on the tight rope seemed unbothered, actually he seemed rather amused by how attached you were to the people who not nearly as intriguing, after all you were the only person from Fontaine who couldn't dissolve in the water...who somehow was unaffected by all water in general and yet you'd give your life away for a diver, a magician and his assistant...how strange, "That's right, you allow me to find out the secrets behind your biology and I'll let the three of them go. Do we have a deal?"

You opened you mouth to respond, but Lyney beat you to it, "Absolutely not, he will never become your little lab rat! Whatever you do don't say yes! We'll find a way out of this!" You could see Lynette whispering something into his ear afterwards while the man above you groaned in annoyance, ready to start his studies and clearly done with the whole ordeal.

You made your polearm appear, unsure what the siblings had planned...but already assuming it would end in a brawl, "He's right! I refuse your offer! I want to live my life with the person I love and the few friends I have!" The man leapt from the rope to the ground, startling you and appearing far more menacing then he had moments earlier..."How rude...and here I was thinking we would have a agreement, seems I'll have to do things the hard way." He crackled his knuckles, a evil grin spreading on his face and making your skin crawl, you got into a battle stance, ready to attack.

CRASH

The two of you turned just in time to see one side of the cage fall to the ground, Freminet holding what was now a empty vial of jellyfish poison, which due to its high acidity...worked wonders against the flimsy metal bars, melting them so they could escape. Now there was no leverage...and even though a bunch of guards ran in to investigate the loud noise, they would be now trouble for the four of you.

You took the chance to attack the distracted villain, using your spear to hit the back of his knees, causing him to fall backwards against the hard wood floor. "Please allow me to make myself very clear...you try to hurt them again and I'll bring some primordial water with me, just remember, I'm the only one who's unable to dissolve because it. That makes your chances very low."

"My, you certainly sound menacing don't you." Lyney winked at you as he took down another guard with a stolen bow, his siblings doing the same and making a unstable team. Easy to say, you'd won this round and you'd probably find a way to win every one after too.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #lyney genshin #lyney and lynette #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyneyhcs #lyney headcanons #freminet #lynette

[izunias-meme-hole]

One Villainous Scene - Nibelheim Incident 2: Electric Boogaloo

The most iconic moment from the original has been entirely remastered.

Anyone who's played the original Final Fantasy VII knows who Sephiroth is. He’s easily the most iconic Final Fantasy villain and one of the most iconic villains in gaming. Doesn’t matter if you know him as the scary ass dude who stalks a twink, one the most notorious superbosses in Kingdom Hearts, a silver haired anime man, or even the “Alien Mama’s Boy,” we can ALL agree that he’s terrifying, especially in the Original FF7. However we are not focusing on the Original Sephiroth, we are focusing on the Remake Trilogy's Sephiroth.

In the original, we first hear this guys name after he stabs the false main antagonist, President Shinra, with his iconic sword, but we never see him. We are given an idea of what he’s like, but we never see him in the earlier portions of the game. Meanwhile the first installment of the Remake introduces Sephiroth way too early, which both creates a slight bit of intrigue and shoots down the chance for him to be the level of enigmatic that he was in the early game, and sadly reduced some of his menace. However, despite their differences, both incarnations of the character end up going down a similar road, and raise intrigue that gets paid off in the trilogy's second installment, Rebirth.

At the opening of this second part of the trilogy, Cloud looks back at his “memories” of him, and from what we can gather Sephiroth was cold and stoic man with some care for his men and some kind of… hidden sorrow. He’s still currently a mystery, but what we do know is that he is considered a “war hero” to Shinra, he and Cloud are heading to Cloud’s hometown, Nibelheim, and that this flashback is building up to something. Then we are introduced to the possibility of him not being human when both he and Cloud discover a hidden Shinra lab, find monsters, and the name Jenova, coincidentally the name of Sephiroth’s mom. So after having a small mental breakdown at the possibility that he might not be human, Sephiroth goes to the Shinra Manor, and he locks himself in there to find out what he truly was.

Then the madness begun…

When Cloud sees Sephiroth again, he isn’t welcomed with his traditional cold demeanor. Instead he’s welcomed to the sight of him rambling about the Cetra, the possibility of himself and his mother being Cetra, revealing that he was basically Shinra’s lab rat, and making notions that humans were inferior compared to him. He sounds like an insane person at this point, and just when things weren’t tense enough, he just knocks out Cloud, and exits the manor with a mission to see his "mother".

Now here's the biggest alteration to this scene. After waking up and exiting the manor, Cloud is fearing the worst, and his fears soon became reality. Nibelheim was being burnt to the ground, his hometown was being burnt to the ground, complete and utter panic is being spread, and its residents are being slaughtered. Cloud goes into the burning village to go look for his mother, only to witness her be trapped in her own home and burnt to a crisp as he lays on the ground completely helpless. A villager then tries to help Cloud, but is soon skewered by Sephiroth's blade. From there, Cloud begins drawing his way to the ruthless Sephiroth, trying to regain strength as his former idol slaughters anyone in his way. This entire sequence is slow and prodding, but its worth it because after Cloud finally gains the strength to stand on his own two feet and look Sephiroth in the eye, all he ends up seeing is an entirely different man, surrounded by fire. Sephiroth, the Sephiroth, the legend... BROKE DOWN, and Cloud is just realizing that fact by looking at this monster standing in the fire.

I still think that the original version of the Nibelheim Incident was perfect, but the small little changes that were made to how its all set up, somehow delivered the exact same feeling of dread, which is should be an impossibility considering how oversaturated Sephiroth was in the earlier part of the trilogy. Either way, Sephiroth is still A walking, talking, unethical, and tragic science experiment with a god complex, mommy issues, and a very clear terror that is alien compared to every other villain or creature, so far. He may be unable to properly invoke the same terror he could in the OG FFVII, but the Sephiroth we see in this trilogy has just made the promise that it's not going to reduce his monstrous he's going to be, and oh boy does he keep that promise after this scene.

#sephiroth #final fantasy #final fantasy vii #ff7 #ffvii #ffvii rebirth #ffvii remake #one villainous scene #analysis

[mini-kunoichi]

One Chance, pt.2

I wanted to add a little more to this before posting it, but I'll be busy for the next few weeks and I didn't want to leave y'all hanging. One of these days, I'll come up with my own header/line breaks. Just not anytime soon.

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon x OC

Summary: What happens when you put Daemon and Addie together? Peak Youngest Sibling Energy, apparently.

Warning: swearing, hints at parental abuse, Daemon being a menace.

Many thanks to @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for beta reading and translating the High Valerian for my lazy ass.

Part 1 Here; Read on AO3

Daemon waited a few days before bringing up the idea of Adelayde staying at the Red Keep for the duration of their courtship. He would stroll the gardens with her every afternoon, and it quickly became the highlight of his days. Despite her family being only slightly above Small Folk, the lady proved herself to be intelligent and quick-witted. Once Daemon was sure he wanted to continue the courtship, it was time to put his plan into motion.

It didn’t take much to convince Adelayde’s parents to have her stay. Her father was too ambitious to decline and her mother seemed intent on pushing her daughter on him. His brother was harder, but not by much. Once he was able to speak to Viserys privately (and therefore openly) about his reasoning, his brother did not put up too much of a fuss. In fact, he seemed to think it was a lovely idea. Though he did make Daemon promise to “do things properly.” The Queen and her cunt of a father objected on behalf of “propriety” or whatever-the-fuck, but Daemon didn’t really care about them. 

The hardest person to convince was, surprisingly, Adelayde herself. When Daemon brought it up to her, she suddenly became agitated. 

He was leaning against a wall in the garden, arms crossed, watching her pace and wring her hands.

“I don’t see the issue,” he said eventually. “You will have a much more comfortable life here. You can have a life away from your parents.”

Daemon really didn’t like Lord and Lady Mullendore. They were both overbearing, though in very different ways. He had already suffered through a handful of dinners with them. Adelayde was such a different person when her parents were around; meek, quiet, and submissive. Everything he didn’t want in a wife. He would have thought she would want to be away from her parents.

“Daemon, I don’t know anyone here,” Adelayde replied.

“You know me. And Rhaenyra.”

“That’s not . . . that’s two people out of hundreds.” The hand-wringing got worse, and Daemon pushed himself off of the wall to take her hands in his own. She started to shift from foot to foot instead. It was annoying, but not as self-destructive.

“You will flourish here. I know you will. Especially without your family holding you back.” He had learned early on that honesty fostered honesty with Adelayde. Though how she always knew whether or not he was being honest was currently lost on him. 

“My family doesn’t hold me back,” she replied with a frown.

“Well, your parents sure as fuck do.” Her frown deepened, but she didn’t reply. She knew he was right.

“Does not knowing anyone in King’s Landing really bother you that much?” he asked.

Adelayde let out a resigned sigh before saying, “I suppose I should be used to solitude by now.”

“So there should be no problem, then.”

“The place was familiar, though. I had my brothers. And a cousin.”

“I will keep you company,” Daemon said confidently. 

It wouldn’t be too much trouble, he figured. They’d had interesting conversations thus far, and she’d even asked him to teach her High Valyrian. Lessons would surely take up much of her time. But instead of happily agreeing (as most maidens would), Adelayde’s nose scrunched in distaste.

“Surely we would get sick of each other.”

Nonsense. No one ever got sick of Daemon Targaryen. Though, he supposed he might become sick of seeing her. Right now, Addie was like a shiny new toy, and he did have a habit of tiring of his paramours rather quickly.

“Well, I’m sure you can find a way to occupy yourself,” he replied eventually.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I suppose I can spend time in the library when you become boring.”

The nerve of this woman. 

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In the end, it was agreed that Addie would stay at the Red Keep for the duration of their three-month courtship. After that period, her return to the Uplands would be decided based on if and when a wedding would take place.

She was moved to more permanent (and lavish) quarters and assigned handmaids who tended to everything from dressing her to serving her meals and preparing baths. She found it discomfiting. 

Being from a minor house, Addie was not used to having such attention. Sure, her father employed cooks, housekeepers, and the like, but nothing as elaborate as handmaids. They were surprisingly understanding, however, and mostly kept to themselves when not performing their duties. One of them even took it upon herself to acquire thread, cloth, and needles so that Addie could work on embroidery.

The little bluejay visited a few more times. No one ever acknowledged the bird and it never sang, so she ignored it each time.

Now that she had been moved to a new room, her father insisted that they break their fast as a family every morning. He always insisted she dismiss her handmaids so that they could “talk as a family.” It was the worst part of the day.

“You will not fuck this up for me,” her father growled, the same as every other morning.

“I won’t, Father,” Addie replied the same as every other morning.

“You’d better not,” he continued. “My place at court depends on this match. If he finds out you’re fucked in the head, he’ll reject you and it’ll all go to shit.”

I am not ‘fucked in the head’, she thought to herself bitterly, though she didn’t dare say anything out loud. Such defiance had major consequences. 

She was saved from having to respond when her mother spoke up.

“Addie is a clever girl. She has navigated court politics quite well thus far. And the Prince seems taken with her.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion,” he spat. “Speak out of turn again and there will be consequences.”

The rest of the meal was eaten in tense silence.

— — — — — —

Addie was uncharacteristically reserved in the days leading up to her parent’s departure. Daemon still had certain duties with the city watch and Rhaenyra had taken it upon herself to entertain her, which he appreciated. 

It was kind of the Princess, but the two did not really have much in common. Rhaenyra enjoyed the many forms of hunting; and while Addie was perfectly happy to visit the hawks, hounds, and horses used in such activities, she disliked the killing of animals. Rhaenyra’s assurance that the meat would be used in the kitchens made her feel only slightly better.

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Daemon took it upon himself to tutor his potential bride in High Valyrian. Partly because the palace tutor had decided she was “too simple for such a task,” (where he’d gotten such an idea was beyond Daemon’s comprehension) but mostly because he wanted to spend more time with her.

Adelayde was a surprisingly quick study. And Daemon was a surprisingly good teacher. The only problem was their motivations; Addie intended to learn and Daemon intended to flirt.

This led to the woman’s never-ending frustrations and the prince’s never-ending amusement. 

“Would you get your hand off my leg?” she hissed through her teeth.

“Whatever for?” Daemon asked innocently.

“I am trying to learn.” She smacked his hand off of her thigh, but he quickly replaced it.

“Say it in High Valyrian and I’ll consider it,” he replied with a smirk.

 “Aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore ondurās.”

“Close. Kirimvose, aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore nādīnās. Manners go a long way, you know.”

Addie’s eyebrows pinched slightly as she processed the sentence. It’s rather cute. Not that he’d admit that out loud.

“What does ‘kirimvose’ mean again?” she asked eventually.

He answered with a smirk and she smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. Addie had taken to delivering light swats or kicks when provoked—as long as they were alone, that is. Daemon understood the importance of appearance within the court and society, but he appreciated that she had become comfortable enough to treat him as an equal. He once asked her if she treated her own brothers with “such brutality” and she replied that she did not. She hit them harder.

“I’m not saying please when I’ve already asked you several times,” she stated primly.

Daemon compromised by scooting his chair closer to hers and draped his arm over the back of her chair. Addie shot him an annoyed look that made her look a little bit like her mother. She opened her mouth to make a smart retort when they were interrupted.

“I believe the lady has asked to not be touched,” came the cold voice of Criston Cole, their assigned chaperone for the afternoon. He had been the one to chaperone them a lot lately, probably instructed to spy on them by either the Queen or the Hand.

Addie turned to look at him, gave him one of the most judgemental and condescending once-overs that Daemon had ever seen, and replied, “I am perfectly capable of handling myself, Ser Criston.”

The knight hung his head and mumbled an apology, thoroughly humbled. Once Addie’s attention was back on the books, Daemon shot the knight a haughty smirk.

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon x oc #daemon targareyn x oc #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic

[sadie-bug345]

could you do the gang at school please? (including the ones who graduated or dropped out haha)

yessss!! i did one similar to this already…

BUT I WILL ADD ON cause there have been some newer hcs i would give the greasers🫶🫶

ponyboy:

probably unironically eats lunch in the english teachers classroom or smth

but don’t get me wrong he isn’t a teachers pet by any means

considering how he mentioned how he’s like one of the only greasers in his classes cause my guy is an honor student🫶🤌, i think he feels left out a good amount

like he dreads group projects cause either there’s no friends in his class to choose to be on his group

or he hates it whenever the teacher picks groups themself and throws pony in a really awkward situation with a bunch of socs

gives middle to front row student

WILL HIT THE DEEPEST SIGH when the teacher says there’s homework

lile EVERYONE HEARS IT ITS SO FUNNY

he’s so put out lmaooo🫶

sodapop:

just there for the giggles

honestly there’s a good amt of kids in my classes that come to mind for this

its just hard to describe like similar to two bit he genuinely likes school cause friends yk

but some days for him just feel like they go on for YEARS AND YEARS

gets the most bored when it’s finals week and there’s like zero talking during classes

johnny:

i think just cause he’s the quietest of the group we forget he’s still like a 16 year old boy??

like he’s still a menace sorry

but he’s more aware of his actions compared to dally or two but definitely

he still a part of the rowdy group of greasers who yell when they pull up to rumbles and stuff

hes just a lot quieter in comparison to someone like two or steve

just the type to not talk to you unless you talk to him first but once you kinda get that friendship going in class it’s a bunch of fun

other than that just chills ngl

darry:

idk why it’s so hard to picture my guy in school like what is this😭😭

i think it’s just cause se hinton really set in stone how darry truly is young, like 20 YEAR OLDS ARE NOT SUPER MATURE GUYS THEY ARE NOT OLDIES

they probably make some of the dumbest decisions

but darry can’t afford to make those carefree mistakes cause he doesn’t have people to scold him about it but then help him get back up

dally acts more like a 20 year old than darry does and the only reason dally can make those decisions is cause he doesn’t think there’s people depending on him like there are for darry

anyways rant👹🤷‍♂️😐

dally:

whenever he sees his ex sylvia walking in the halls holding hands with another guy he gives them the worst side eye glare dirty look IMAGINABLE

either that or he totally avoids eye contact like just tryna act like people don’t get to him

i feel like he genuinely wouldn’t be popular

like yes matt dillon is FIIIIIINEEEE but looks arent everything to popularity

you gotta be willing to actually talk to people you think are cool

and when it takes short of a world war to get dallas to let his guard down, his circle is small

he def does have a reputation but i wouldn’t think he’s walking different friends to class every passing period

he just sticks to the same people cause that’s comfortable and he thinks that’s the only thing in his life that is stable🫡

two-bit:

i think we underestimate how much of A SUPER DUPER SENIOR TWO IS

LIKE 18 AND A HALF AND STILL A JUNIOR IS WILD

so when i tell you teachers either love him cause he been on campus for FOREVER now

or they absolutely despise him

i think in general teachers do like him cause he the typa guy that teachers use as an example of what not to do😟😭

definitely would eat lunch in his favorite teachers classroom and write the goofiest stuff on the chalkboards

steve:

it is so hard to hc steve omg

like i know my guy has nuances we don’t know about

but considering pony’s a little bitch and only rats on him for like half his description in the book

i think he just chills w soda yk

like they are suchhh a package deal

and it’s mutual

but steve’s the loudest of the gang, apart from two

whenever there’s like a get to know you thing in class he just says he likes cars like no other fact abt him is shared in front of the class LMAO

ANYWAYS TYSM FOR REQUESTINGGG🫶🫶

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders sodapop #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

[kazz-brekker]

hotd episode 8 thoughts

boy! this family really never can have a funky good time together without something happening, can they? (i say as a distraction from my immense emotional pain)

rhaenys you may never have been queen of westeros but you are queen to ME.

really liked the bits of daemon and rhaenyra’s life married that we got to see and how comfortable they were with each other. hbo, i’m just saying, but it’s not too late to abandon this whole “adapting the dance of the dragons” idea and just do a 5 season sitcom about the dragonstone household.

wow alicent really has become the westerosi equivalent of a christian housewife but also with girlboss ambitions.

the scenes with the dying viserys made me so sad. rhaenyra trying to talk to her father but he’s too incoherent to understand … introducing him to the grandkids … daemon helping him climb the iron throne … god it really got to me see how much they care about him and how much he was hurting :(

baby aegon iii and viserys ii were really cute though!

no … alicent … please don’t uphold the patriarchy and become complicity in the oppression of women … don’t continue the cycle of abuse begun by others that you now perpetuate…

i am impressed by how quickly this show made my opinion on aegon ii go from “annoying yet entertaining” to “die in a hole you rat bastard.”

congrats to daemon and rhaenyra (and rhaenys!) for raising some much better-adjusted teenagers, definitely liked what we saw of the older versions of the kids.

adult aemond is an absolute menace and i am going to enjoy every single second of his screen time.

jesus christ rhaenyra it’s been SIX YEARS and you still haven’t told rhaenys and corlys their son isn’t dead? please get on that! did love that those two had another scene together at last, though.

the scene where viserys dragged himself to court to sit judgement over the inheritance case was pretty powerful.

damn vaemond velaryon was kind of an ambitious asshole but he really didn’t deserve to die like that. kind of love that daemon was like “talk shit about my wife and you get a sword to the face” though, very in character.

those 30 seconds at the dinner party where everyone was getting along were so bittersweet, it did such a good job of establishing that the whole impending tragedy COULD have been averted if things went differently.

viserys really did need to put his foot down more often and be a stronger king, but it’s also so sad that he just wants his family to get along and love each other and it’s just not going to happen.

helaena honey i am going to rescue you and your ominous prophecies from your terrible husband, you deserve so much better.

the fact that viserys left the room and things immediately went to shit and the younger generation got into a fistfight was peak black comedy, not gonna lie.

the dramatic pause before aemond finished his “strong boys” toast … yeah i love him.

mentally chanting kiss! kiss! kiss! at rhaenyra and alicent as if this could someone how avert all the impending doom.

god, that last scene with alicent and viserys was so good and i am obsessed with how viserys’s obsession with prophecy and the future of his house is actually what dooms it.

PEAK asoiaf vibes to have the prophecy that was supposed to be the duty of the house instead lead to its downfall!

i’m really going to miss paddy considine as viserys, he brought so much depth and complexity to a character who was pretty flat in the book.

i know this whole show has been building up to the dance of the dragons but ohhhhh man am i not ready to see things actually begin in earnest now that the king is dead.

if anyone needs me i will be sitting here trying to process the hour of television i just watched!

#pie says stuff #pie watches hotd #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #vaemond velaryon #helaena targaryen

[roadtophantom]

Let your S(e)oul take you where you long to be (III) - Cho Seung-woo

(part three of my neverending travelogue, I thought I'll just write one but this already got long)

I think it didn't quite hit me that I was seeing Phantom even when I went in the theatre, likely because of travel adrenaline? I was still a bit dazed coming in and I didn't quite settle until the show started. But also it was so warm and tight that it's hard to get a semblance of personal space.

But it didn't take long because Charlotte Theatre is small and it kinda really wraps itself around the stage. At least that's how I felt.

Because when the overture started and the sparks came off, I was sucked right in.

But listen. Hearing the organ played in person and watching the chandelier make its steady ascent, coming from a lockdown of 3 or so years after fighting tooth and nail to be on that seat, were enough to reduce me to actual tears.

I was sobbing behind my face mask — a souvenir from the pandemic that is sadly here to stay— as reality finally hit me that I managed to live to see another Phantom show when such a possibility didn't exist then, and it's as real as the chandelier looming large before my very eyes.

Second was seeing the proscenium in its fullest glory. Unfortunately, 2delier and the stripped down World Tour revival stage cannot possibly hold a candle to the magnificence of a complete replica set. I haven't seen this setup since 10 years ago in Singapore (not counting HK coz that was an arena and it's a bit different).

I'm reviewing both performances at once because I saw them in 24 hours and it will help me make (healthy) comparisons.

But I think I want to write about the Korean production as a whole first. I've read that it took a while for the local production to mount another POTO KR because of the scale and the demands of the show and the producers want to get everything perfect.

And I think they really did, or at least one that approaches sheer excellence in acting, singing, dancing, all that.

The ballerinas are in step with each other, the cast harmonizes so beautifully even in Prima Donna which tends to go messy and overwhelming...As a full company they are undefeatable.

And I've seen some of the most heartrending performances and heard the most exquisite voices in these two shows.

During my week in Seoul, I managed to catch a movie on cable TV led by Cho Seung-woo called Inside Men and he played this prosecutor who is smart, ambitious, and hellbent for justice. He was all suits, yanked neckties, and cigarettes. A cool hero you wanna root for. And in the first movie I've seen of him (The Classic), he plays a young Romeo with such pure ideals on love and friendship, again a good guy you can't help but love and feel hurt for.

The Phantoms - Cho Seung-woo

Those are barely a scratch on the surface of the veteran actor's stellar filmography and theatre work. His versatility is undisputed, and he's played everything from Hedwig to Sweeney Todd until he finally took on the challenge as the Phantom, which is still so mindblowing to me.

There was no hint of swagger, coolness, or goodness in Cho Seung-woo's Phantom. He is basically the anti-cute Phantom. This is the sewer rat, the stone gargoyle on the roof, the cantankerous old neighbor you don't wanna deal with. He made that especially clear from the mirror scene, as he openly sneered at Raoul's attempts at Christine.

The Phantoms I've seen would try to play up being angel, ghost or even just try to present themselves as an educated gentleman forced under very unfortunate circumstances, but Cho Seung-woo's Phantom is well frankly, truly what you'd expect of a creature living in an underground lake. He isn't shy or afraid to be menacing because that's...what's on the script anyway, right?

With one caveat, he can't bear to be ugly in front of Christine who is his weakness from the very beginning.

His Music of the Night gives a sneak peek of the kind of desolation and yearning he feels for her. He also peppers his performances throughout with whispers of "Christine" (even after MOTN) which I realized is his desperate plea of help.

Cho Phantom loses his temper quite easily, he's delighted like Rumpelstiltskin dancing around the fire when he plays tricks at Carlotta, unafraid to play up his monster persona to get his way. But this evil facade falls in front of Christine. Of course he tries to put up that mean act, but eventually he is just this awkward teenage boy with a first-ever crush. He is so hyperaware of his appearance in front of her. He practically worships her.

So imagine in PONR, he groans at Christine's advances and in AIAOY reprise he is almost on his knees begging her to please take pity and accept him.

In Final Lair, he recoils after Christine kisses him in a 'Why would you do that to yourself? Why touch a cursed creature like me with your perfect being? Please don't corrupt yourself' way. And when she goes back to return the ring, he really tried to wipe his hands on his pants, fix himself because he had to at least try to be less horrible as he already is in front of his idol.

As a singer, CSW can carry the notes, but he is not the best singer, not in front of actual tenors in the cast.

Yet his nuanced acting, the level of sensitivity and hyper-awareness he has, the kind of vulnerability he exposes to Christine at Final Lair is one of a kind. You can see he dug into the psychology of the character, imagined how it was like living miserably like him and how it's like to lose everything when he lets Christine, his only source of light and happiness, go.

You feel a lot of things when he's on stage, I truly felt so sorry for him, because his Phantom was such that the world truly let him down. So many realizations you'll see of his character. I think his was the most humanistic rendition of the role I've seen so far. It's a solid performance, and I understand he likes to change the details up every show, no wonder his shows sell out so fast.

#cho seung woo #rtp goes to seoul #Phantom of the Opera #gonna do my best and write the rest and finish this whole thing 😭😭 #but the words they are not quite wording

[yourmamakira]

Smp Members W/ Thier S/O! ....But as Animals ;)

Smp members and You! As animals ;)

These are head cannons by me that I think fir the most! I feel in love with this idea when it popped into my head and I don't know if anyone else has don't this before, if you do get Inspired, @ Me! I wanna See you're HC's Too!! <33

Also next I wanna Do DUOS! As Animals or Duos Eith the Smp members and what you're duos with them would be called and why! So stick around :]

Off top you would be a cat, Any kind of cat. Maybe even different breeds depending on you're mood. You would most likely be the calm to the storm in this HC's and I find these Very hilarious

Wilbur

You and Wilbur would definitely both be cats, he gives off that cat vibe and also gives off the kind of vibe who's very protective and would go any lengths to keep people away from you. He's also very loyal and ALSO very much like a cats asserts his dominance by Laying on top of you....But you love him none the less!

Tommy

It's laughable this one is. I thought long and hard about Tommy and came to the conclusion that he is in fact, a raccon boy. Him ans you're dynamic is rare. Much like the animals you wouldn't expect the two of you to be together let along joined by the hip. Hes a little raccoon boi and you tell him all the time. He hates it and express that all the time. But deep deep deep deep deep deep down somwhere in all those pog Champs. He can't help but feel loves because thats secretly his favorite animal and he knows you know it too :)

Tubbo

Lil rat boy honestly, like I know people will be like "bUt tHe bEeeEee's i couldn't find a picture with a cat and a bee 😒 PLUS i think rat tubbo fits more. Lil rat boy is a fucking menaces to society. Like you either hate him or you live him and only Pussy's hate rats so...Anyways I think this dynamic fits because people expect Cats to eat Rats. Which is false. Unless it's Somthing They Like...idfk 💀

Ranboo

Duo speaks for itself! Long sleenky ahh Boy, I think this just. I think this just fits oh so perfectly, like Ranboo as a Ferrit just seems right! I have no idea what other animal would for because this is the first thing that popped into my head. Hes a tall lanky boy who hates Most things, but loves Sleeping in the most obserd Unhuman way. So I havw concluded. He is a Ferrit because they seem like they ain't got no bones, if the crown fits wear it right?

I have to make a part two Because I've reached my picture limit, but if you guys liked this make sure to leave a like, reblog, Follow and show some support. I love you all and have a wonderful day! ^^

Here's [Part Two]

#wilbur x you #dream smp #fluff prompts #dreamsmp #dsmp #dsmp au #fanfic #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #mcyt wilbur

[voluptuarian]

I've been thinking about werewolf designs recently, which has basically turned into analyzing my least favorite trends in modern werewolf media

pack focus - with a few exceptions, I find a pack of werewolves a huge downgrade from traditional singular ones (not you, Hotel Transylvania wolfman family-- you're angels and and we're thrilled you're here). How is a guy supposed to feel like a properly cursed and outcast abomination while hanging out with his 2 dozen friends who are exactly like him? "Packs" made up of lone lycanthropes who've adopted each other (for good or ill) is alright I guess, and if a whole family gets cursed The Quarry style, that's interesting at least. But I think getting back to solitary menace or lonely outcast werewolves is best.

too wolf-like - a lot of early werewolf accounts have people just turning into straightforward wolves. Some have a transformation into large, predatory creatures, more or less wolf-like depending on the region and the culture, but with features that differentiated them from wolves-- hybrid anatomy, missing tails, human eyes or other features. In others it's just "a creature," without an explicit lupine connection, or even just literally some guy but Powered Up and eating people. So there's no hard and fast "canon" folklore werewolf. Early monster movies (which established a lot of modern werewolf lore and the modern definition of a werewolf) gave us a creature that simply looks like a furry, monstrous humanoid, and nothing really like a wolf. What I'm saying is there's a lot of room for customization and new ideas. But instead I see very little experimentation or creativity, and a lot of Balto-meets-Van Helsing wolf-head-furry-body-man-pants thing (or worse, mangy pitbull rat hybrids) and a commitment to quasi-lupine traits and behaviors. BORING. If you're not married to literal-wolf werewolves, let's see some creativity! Be adventurous! Get inspired by old school werewolves, or do something completely new! Please!

not wolflike enough - if you are committed to generic wolf -based werewolves or anthropomorphic streetsharks-style man-wolves, at least be accurate about it! Wolves in the wild do not have true alpha-omega hierarchies (a pack in the wild is a family unit-- the parents are leaders, the rest of the pack are usually their children). Nor do wolves bite their mates to "mark" them (in fact, I went and looked into it, and didn't find any species that does, so now I'm curious where this whole idea even came from). ALSO it's kind of petty, but so many werewolf designs seem to look more like dogs than real wolves-- narrow nose bridges, too-close-together ears, etc. Basically, so much werewolf content is committed to this generic idea of werewolves that's not accurate to real wolves, frequently unconnected to any werewolf lore, originated in the last 10 or 15 years, and isn't even interesting for all that (with different versions of "generic" depending on genre)-- ditch it, and do something new, or at least accurate!

ugly = scary/boring = sexy - the two big splits of "generic" werewolves I'm seeing are in horror (movies mostly) and romance. Current horror werewolves seem to be stuck with this ugly, disheveled look-- mangy, molting-looking fur, extremely wrinkly, raw-looking face skin, beady eyes, no tails, skinny, bony-looking bodies, huge feet etc (honestly I think the Underworld designs are the progenitors of this); meanwhile romance werewolves are usually big and brawny, with lush fur and swishy tails and a very cartoony balance of human and wolf characteristics (I think this design is indebted to animated movies and furry art, but also think it was very influenced by Van Helsing's werewolves as well). Basically, I'd like some interesting, potentially scary looking werewolves! A scary design is not going to kill the sexiness! At the same time, a design does not have to be purposely ugly in order to be scary! (Case in point, it's not a werewolf, and much more feline, but I adore Angela Barret's design for the beast in Beauty and the Beast-- unique, bestial and potentially frightening, but also sleek and elegant.)

exclusively abo - I get it, I get it. But like, 90% of werewolf romance stuff is the "claimed as the alpha's mate" variety-- I would enjoy some diversity. Also, if it's heat you're into, that's in no way exclusive to either false real-world alpha hierarchies, or invented fictional ones.

#I have Thoughts and Feelings about this subject #and 90% of what's out there is Unsatisfactory #lore and more #werewolf

[enderwoah]

In the past you have classpected double life members and it was grest

So I ask After limited life has your assessment changed if so who has changed and to what also why is it different

Of course this is only if your opinion has changed after the latest season and if you are will to share

good question! ill start off by saying that it certainly did the opposite of change my mind about my classpect for grian; the concept of limited life is, quite literally, the most witch of time lookin ahh game i have ever seen, so! that checks out. (witch of time)

realising that scott has basically won the life series three times in a row solidified his place as an active class in my head, but the means by which he does it somehow push me more towards passive? my brain says that the fact that he just kind of stays out of the way and grows stronger while nobody is paying attention to him is more bard-like than prince-like, but at the same time, i think he's less passive and more benevolent. if he wanted, he could have won three times in a row (which is insane), but he just thinks that isn't fun so. yeah! long explanation to say that i wavered but ultimately he's still the same. (prince of mind)

limlife tango (and most other tangos, if i'm being real) sort of teeters towards a mage of doom for me. he's very VERY sollux-coded, and while classpecting based on one really big personality trait that is interesting is fun, it's nice to look at the more accurate one, too. even disregarding the 'death' part of doom, the 'technology' aspect of it obviously makes sense to fit with tango. i love the guy dearly, but all of his final deaths seem to end up being inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, harming himself and himself alone (for the most part). also, he is an excellent vibe checker and fuller predicted martyn being a little garbage rat to win limlife, and i think it's an excellent situation where he took all of his prior experiences both with the death game and also with martyn being a menace and made this accurate prediction. this isn't the most thought out thing ever, but i definitely think tango As A Whole and not just The Tango That Gets Mad is very mage of doom coded. (mage of doom)

jimmy died first again! nothing has changed! everything is awful! i'm in hell! (page of doom)

bigb did what i suggested he do in the classpecting post, which is stay a bit more low-key, and ill tell you this: he certainly survived for longer than he did in double life, that's for sure! also, being a nosy neighbour that just spies on people from a distance is very rogue of void-core- i'm sure you could argue seer, but. ehh. there certainly is an argument to be made for it, he does hold a lot of secrets to his chest, and he certainly did have a few in limlife...but i think most of the secrets he has are his own, not other people's. a rogue he stays! (rogue of void)

bdubs is one that i was already a bit ehhhhh on when i made the post. at this point in time, my brain is swaying me actually towards blummin light, which is deranged and i dont really know how to explain it. [imagine theres about a 15 minute pause between me writing these two sentences as i conduct a bit of research.] actually. hear me out: bdubs as a knight of light. i might actually change this for double life too (in my head, not for the au due to overlapping classpects). hes so light-coded, idk how i didn't see it before. goal-oriented…loves being in the spotlight…even the collecting knowledge aspect that i had pegged to him as a seer works better in assigning it to light. and the knight bit just feels right to me: doubts about his importance to the groups and teams he's been in and the people he's loved? getting a bit meta, you could even point out cc!bdubs saying that he's not posting his limlife pov because everything important that he did was seen in other people's episodes; his importance as a character has been defined by his effect on others. kinda love this. knight of light bdubs. letsgoooo (knight of light)

impulse deffo stays as a blood player, and im pretty sure his bard class stays, too. he made it to the end by riding off the promises he made with his team ("ties makes it to the final three!" T-T), and we must remember that bard also means destroying through blood. and his goofy ahh got betrayed AGAIN lmao (it was less 'betrayed' and more 'tricked,' but. same difference). (bard of blood)

martyn has, like grian, done the absolute OPPOSITE of changed. bro has CANONICAL SOUL FRACTURES THATS CRAZZYYYYYYYY LMAO. heart player (CANON + CONFIRMED). and no, him betraying scott does not take him out of the heart player faction: he defended scott with tooth and nail and blood until the end, him killing scott ONLY SO THAT HE COULD WIN is just furthering his damn arc in learning to fight for himself. he's still heart-coded as hell. (knight of heart)

scar, pearl, ren, etho, joel, cleo, mumbo, lizzie, and skizz have not changed! thank you for the question!! :D

#this was fun!! #i hope i dont come off like i gave any of this any thought before i started typing #i didnt #i hadnt #this was a fun thought experiment and a fun reason to redo some of this stuff #heart emoji #enderasks #enderwhat #trafficstuck #dlstuck #scott smajor #grian #tangotek #bigbst4tz2 #bdoubleo100 #impulsesv #martyn inthelittlewood #inthelittlewood #life series #limited life #double life #hey look at that! #ranchers are doom together! how lovely :blush: <- pained

[jedi-lothwolf]

A Month of Whump Day 2: Captivity

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Summary: Ezra is captured by the empire and tortured. Kallus stands in the room wondering what his next move is.

  The imperial inquisitor stood in front of Ezra and agent Kallus stood in the back corner of the room. "I need the location of the rebels you were with" the inquisitor hissed

    Injuries covered the boy's body. Since the interrogator couldn't get any information from him they decided on a different approach. "I'll never" he breathed, "tell you."

    Angrily the inquisitor slammed the hilt of their lightsaber on Ezra's head. With a pained yell he fell to the floor. When Ezra looked up the inquisitor stood menaceing before him. His eyes drifted to the corner to see Kallus slightly closer to him with a consurned look plastered on his face. Before the dark side user could see he stiffened up again and erased the emotion from his physical appearance.

    The room was spinning. Blood escaped from Ezra's head, dripping on the floor. Moving the boy brought his knees to his chest and held the injury. All the pain in the rest of his body became insignificant. He couldn't think straight.

    Kneeling down the inquisitor grabbed Ezra's face and forced him to look at them. "Tell me where they are street rat." Hate laced their words.

    "No." The Jedi spoke strongly. He leaned back into the wall, never letting go of his knees. Hot blood slowly trickled down his face.

    Alexander watched the inquisitor continue to interrogate the boy. His screams angered and consurned Kallus. When everything was finally over Ezra was slammed into the furthest wall and sliped unconscious.

    "Take care of this rat." With that they left. Kallus stood there. What did he do now? Only one thing came to mind, take him home. Would this risk everything he worked for in the empire? Yes. But Alexander didn't care about the empire, he cared about the people who the empire was supposed to help, to protect. That and he cared about the Ghost crew. More and for longer then he would like to admit.

    Carefully he pick up Ezra. How did he get through the building without being noticed? Though it was a grim plan the soldier decided if asked he carried the boy to the morgue out of spite. After all the trouble the rebel had caused made him want to see this through. But what about the injuries? Something had to be done. Walking out the door Kallus decided his room was first.

    Arriving at the room and opening the door Kallus entered for the last time. Quickly he wrapped Ezra's bigger wounds. The bandage job was terrible but the traitor didn't have the time to make them pretty. The glowing yellow rock sat beside his bed. Grabbing it he stuffed it into the small shoulder bag he owned. After that he grabbed the Jedi once more and set off.

    No one asked at first. It was only when the inquisitor had discovered Ezra was missing that there was any suspicion. In the last stretch of the last hallway stormtroopers did their best to stop Alexander. They failed and he was able to board a small ship and take off.

    When he finally found the Ghost he carefully but swiftly made his way to bring the boy home. Hera sat outside with Kanan beside her. As the two spotted him they stood and ran to meet him. "Agent Kallus?" Hera asked.

    "We can talk about it later." The three made their way back to the Ghost where Ezra would be taken care of.

    Ezra shifted. He was in his bed? Wait that wasn't right, he had been locked in an imperial cell. It had been a week since the padawan was in his own bed. He sat up slowly and looked around. Kanan sat nervously next to the bed. "Kanan? What happened?"

    Kanan looked up from the floor quickly. Not that he could see."Ezra how are you feeling?" He asked.

    "My head hurts" he answered bluntly. "How did I get here?"

    "Kallus brought you."

    "Agent Kallus?"

    "Agent Kallus."

    "Oh. Okay."

    A while later Kallus and Zeb came to check on the teen. The ex-imperial explained everything that had happened during the escape.

    "Hey Kallus?" Ezra got his attention.

    "Yes?"

    "Thank you."

    Alexander smiled "I'm just glad you're home kid."

#star wars #whump #Ezra #ezra bridger #amow tropeathon 2023 #captivity #Alexander Kallus #agent kallus #star wars rebels #star wars rebels whump #ezra whump #alexsandr kallus #kallus being a good guy #star wars whump