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indigoipsum · 1 year
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We were deprived of this OVA and it makes me so mad!!!
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batneko · 1 year
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A "wicked enchantress" is running around inflicting people with fairy-tale-inspired curses. Peach's castle gets hit with a Sleeping Beauty curse, and the usual solution doesn't work so Mario and Luigi go chasing down the enchantress.
They catch up easily enough, but she blasts Mario with a spell that turns him into a wolf in a red hoodie. Luigi has just enough time to think "wait a minute, Little Red Riding Hood isn't about a curse," before he's zapped with a "Cinderella" curse. He's stuck in a green ballgown and masquerade mask that won't come off.
Of course, that doesn't bother him much, and turning Mario into a wolf only gave him natural weapons, so they kick the enchantress's butt for a few rounds before she runs away.
Meanwhile, Bowser's castle was hit with a Beauty and the Beast curse... while Bowser wasn't home, meaning Junior is now stuck as a beast and honestly having a great time. The servants are pretty unhappy though and it'll be a pain having Junior shed all over everything (and privately Bowser feels bad he wasn't there to protect everyone, plus kissing Junior's newly-fluffy head didn't break the curse which makes Bowser terrified that he doesn't fully love his son and really is as selfish as people say) so he sets out to find whoever did this and rip them apart.
Soon thereafter he runs into what appears to be a princess with very cool taste in pets, and can't resist turning on the charm.
Luigi would have cleared up the misunderstanding right away, except Bowser is so bad at being charming that it loops around to actually being charming. Telling him who he is after flirting back would just make things awkward and maybe get Luigi set on fire. And Mario, despite lacking thumbs or proper vocal chords, is making it extremely clear that he doesn't approve of Bowser and "Princess Emerald" getting too close. Better to cooperate until they find the enchantress and high-tail it out of there as soon as she's defeated.
Unfortunately it turns out the curse still follows Cinderella rules, so at midnight the ballgown disappears and Bowser finds out after all. He's just as pissed as Luigi was afraid he'd be. There's some fire breath tossed around. But he's more embarrassed than anything else, and the fact that he's the only one without a curse (and that the "dog" is actually Mario) cheers him up enough that he decides to stick it out as part of the team.
He doesn't admit that he'd really started to like Princess Emerald in the afternoon they spent together. She was nice. She listened to him. She laughed at his jokes. And he can admit he's got a thing for big blue eyes. The fact that all those traits are the same whether Luigi's in a dress or in overalls is not one he wants to think about.
(The curse affects Luigi from noon to midnight so he still gets mornings to look like himself. Honestly it wouldn't be bad at all except a ballgown isn't very practical and Luigi's mildly offended that the curse also shaves him.)
So they go on, Bowser tries not to flirt, Luigi tries not to fall for his flirting, they both fail and wolf!Mario suffers.
Eventually they do catch up with the enchantress (probably after a lot of other curse-induced fairy tale shenanigans) and try to fight her. The gang is winning when she suddenly blasts Bowser with something that seems to kill him outright. Luigi, devastated, kisses him before getting up to keep fighting.
The enchantress sees this and goes, "Eewww!"
Turns out she's a little girl who got her hands on a powerful magic artifact. True Love's Kiss didn't break any of the curses because she's seven and kissing's gross! Now that they know she's a child (and that Bowser is just sleeping like Snow White) Mario and Luigi are reluctant to fight at full strength. Instead Luigi distracts her with his pretty pretty princess accessories, so Mario can dash in with wolf speed and steal the artifact.
Bowser is extremely confused when he wakes up, saying something about a weird dream he had, but all the curses are broken and everyone can go home. Problem solved. Definitely no lingering feelings and awkward secrets.
Definitely nobody is going to keep thinking about that teary goodbye kiss when Luigi thought Bowser was dead...
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captain-mj · 8 months
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Hmm what if—
Little red riding hood Soap and big bad wolf Ghost but—
Soap is not a little girl going to grandma’s house but a hunter in disguise trying to lure the wolf out to kill it, however—
Ghost has been watching the hunter with interest for a while and didn’t fall for Soap’s little trick, so—
They somehow ended up fucking :)
OH absolutely!!! Been a while since I wrote straight smut
CW: slight Dubcon? It’s super clear that Soap is interested, but he won’t admit anything because he’s a hunter
Ghost spent a giant portion of his time hunting, so he didn't fall for the little act of Soap's. He knew exactly what he was doing. The little glances around were not the actions of a nervous little prey item, but the experienced actions of someone who knew what to look out for.
It was currently February, meaning it was smack dab in the middle of his normal mating season. The scent of this hunter set his senses alight. They smelled of wolfsbane and... wolf? Right above human? Either way, they certainly got his instincts going if nothing else. Something just rugged enough to tie it up in to a nice little present for Ghost was there too.
He wondered what this hunter would do if they knew the monster they were hunting was not only hunting him back, but thinking of how he'd look knotted and fucked out.
This guy looked very much like he'd whimper if Ghost railed him just right.
Soap went down the trail, spreading their scent. His crossbow was clipped to his belt, Ghost just barely seeing it.
He snapped a twig and silently disappeared in the other direction, watching Soap whip it out and shoot a bolt exactly where he had just been.
Ghost circled around, doing it a few more times until Soap was on edge and aiming at one specific spot. All of his focus was on the small area where twigs kept snapping and not Ghost sneaking up on him.
His hands fit around Soap's waist as he dragged him to the ground.
Soap tried to defend himself but they were too close now and he couldn't get the crossbow between them to hit him. Ghost put one giant clawed hand around Soap's throat and pinned one of other arms, leaving him to pathetically kick and hit at him.
"Stop squirming."
Soap paused. "You can speak? Wasn't expecting that."
Ghost flipped him over and shoved his face into the ground, looking at the red hood that covered him. It went down his back like a cape and it was in the way.
Ghost shoved it to the side and paused.
Soap grabbed one of the knives on his belt and embedded it in Ghost's arm. He quickly bit him where his scruff would be and snarled, both of them at a stand still.
"Knife catch you by surprise?" Soap referred to when he paused, wondering if it was because he had more weapons.
Ghost laughed. "How fat your ass is."
Soap became belligerent. Quickly gasping and thrashing and acting like Ghost had been wildly inappropriate. "You! Don't look at my..." his ears were bright red.
Ghost bit down a tiny bit harder. "Take that fucking knife out of me before I break your spine."
Soap hesitated before yanking it out. "You murderer."
"I've only murdered deer." Ghost crouched on top of him. "No human murdering here."
Soap scowled. "Liar." He finally got the upper hand, kicking Ghost directly in the ribs.
Ghost yelped and leaps back. “I haven’t. Humans have too many bones And the meat is too sweet. Might make an exception for you.”
Soap frowned at him but didn’t move. They both stayed still and just stared.
“Huh.”
“What?”
“For some reason, I believe you.” Soap sat up and slowly got up. “You really haven’t eaten anybody?”
Ghost shook his head. “Plenty of deer to go around.”
Soap slowly raised his bow. “Why did you attack me then? Why not leave? And why make that weird comment??”
Ghost stretched to his full height of 6’4 and his fur stood on end to make himself look bigger. “You hunted me first.”
“Fair point. And that comment?”
“An observation.” Ghost growled softly and Soap scoffed, glancing away. He took advantage of that moment of weakness, running at him and grabbing him again, letting them both fall. Soap’s hands were trapped under Ghost’s legs and he couldn’t move more than an inch. “You should really research creatures you hunt.”
Soap scowled at him before flushing as Ghost forced his legs open. He didn’t plan to do anything to Soap. Especially not anything unwanted. However, he definitely wanted one thing and that was to find out where the scent of wolf was. And also to maybe enjoy more of him. Perfect material for later.
He pressed his nose to the inside of his thigh where his arteries were.
Soap was hard. He felt it against his cheek. His entire face was bright red as Ghost kept his legs open. There wasn’t an ounce of fight in him as Ghost continued to sniff over him. He found the piece of wolf hide in his pocket and felt a tad betrayed.
Soap hummed. “It was that or dog piss. Heard both attract you guys.” He glanced down and saw the way Ghost was tensed.
Ghost ran his nails gently over his chest. “How evil. To trick a wolf looking for a mate like that.”
Soap turned bright red. “Oh. Oh.”
Ghost grinned, giant teeth showing. He started to drag him to his cave and Soap started to fight again. “Wait. Wait!! I wouldn’t be a good mate. I’m terrible at cooking.”
“Got thick thighs. All I really need.”
“You can’t even breed me!”
“I’m sure I could try.” Ghost looked down, noticing that Soap was not bothering to grab his crossbow. “I should at least try knotting you a few times.”
Soap flushed as he was put in Ghost’s nest. The bow was clearly dropped by the entrance. “What about…” He went quiet as Ghost grabbed him and undressed him roughly. His thighs went around Ghost’s shoulders.
“You smell sweet.” He ran his tongue over the vein in his leg before nuzzling into the soft skin. “Really sweet.”
Soap tried to kick him but Ghost wouldn’t let him. “Awa' an bile yer heid.”
“Speak English. If I can learn your language, you can speak the one I know.”
That red cape stayed on.
It was the only thing that stayed on Soap as Ghost started to lick at his body. He couldn’t use his claws to prep him so his tongue would have to do.
Soap did whimper. They were small and stunted, clearly he wanted to cover them. But Ghost heard everything. So he pushed his tongue into him instead of just teasing.
Soap jackknifed, hands scrambling to tangle into his hair. He shook slightly before a tremble ran up his spine. “So good. So deep, Jesus.”
Ghost didn’t bother responding. He just enjoyed his meal until Soap had saliva running down his thighs and he had been loosened up. Soap had long started begging for something. Ghost wasn’t sure if it was for him to stop or give him more but he was yanking Ghost close and crying in pleasure every second he could.
Slowly, making sure to draw it out, Ghost pulled his tongue away from Soap’s now gaping hole. Soap whined and clenched desperately around nothing.
Ghost yanked him around, positioning him so he was presenting. Soap arched his back like he was trained to do it, hiding his face in his arms as if embarrassed.
“Are you big?”
Ghost lined up, not answering verbally. Instead he just started to press himself inside.
Tight.
So tight.
His brain stopped functioning, only able to focus on thrusting more of himself in.
Soap panted in arousal and he spread his legs a little to give Ghost more room. Despite how big Ghost was, he made it look easy as his eyes rolled back. He whimpered once Ghost had almost finished sliding in.
“So big. What the Fuck.” Soap wiggled his ass enticingly and Ghost slammed in the last couple of inches. He wailed at the feeling and then broke off into little whimpers. “Splitting me open.”
Ghost’s head felt fuzzy from a mix of Soap’s compliments and the tight, hot thing around him. He was supposed to let him go for other people after this? No. He’d convince him to stay. Only Ghost got to enjoy this.
Maybe he could train him so he could only cum on his knot. Imagining Soap having to come back, sexually frustrated and needing something only Ghost could give him.
He finally started moving, now sure Soap wouldn’t break apart if he did.
“Soap right?”
“You can call me Johnny.” He said, looking blissful. Tears were running down his face and one hand was now pressed to his stomach where Ghost was. “Oh god, it’s so good. So much.” He cut himself off to scream as Ghost found something.
Ghost sped up and planted by his ear. He bit at his throat gently, slamming in over and over and over again.
Soap sobbed as he came all over himself, eyes rolling back. His legs were shaking so hard, they gave out, only held up by Ghost’s hands.
Soap sobbed harder when Ghost started to knot him. Ghost worried for a minute he might actually be hurting him until he heard the frantic pleading for him to break him open. He was clearly enjoying himself.
When he finished knotting him, he came, rocking insistently right against his prostate the whole time.
“There we go.” Ghost slapped his ass. “Told you, nice thighs were all I need. An accent doesn’t hurt.”
Soap nodded. “Aren’t you going to pull out?”
“You don’t want me to do that.”
Soap growled at him before shifting and gasping. “How long until your knot goes down?”
“Long enough for me to recover for round two.”
“And how long do you plan on keeping me here?” Soap sounded cheeky.
“As long as you’ll let me.”
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Ghost proceeded to pin him to the wall and fuck several orgasms out of him. Soap barely seemed coherent towards the end, legs trying to keep Ghost moving.
Cum was running down Soap’s legs as Ghost continued, searching for his own release. He felt Soap shudder and cry into his shoulder.
“I can’t keep… Fucking hell, you’re going to drive me insane.”
Ghost picked up the place at that and Soap held him tight. He screamed properly when knotted this time, sensitive and sore and open enough that there was a sweet sting of pleasure to it and Ghost watched his cock twitch.
Soap stared at the ceiling, clearly trying his best to collect himself.
“So what position do you want to do next?”
Soap whimpered but when Ghost licked at his tears Im apology, he leaned in.
“Can we do it on the floor again? Me facing you this time?”
Done.
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Ghost regretted not doing this first. Soap’s ankles were by his ears as he pounded into him. His whole body was getting more and more instinct driven. It was a shame Soap simply wasn’t capable of really coming anymore. The little masochist was still enjoying it, but he was tapped out.
That didn’t mean Ghost didn’t put all his effort into making him. Poor thing looked positively broken.
“Johnny.”
“Mmh.” Soap managed, clearly in a state of bliss.
“You alright?”
“Please keep knotting me.”
That was all Ghost needed. He adjusted his position and started to pound into him, making Soap twitch and clench around him with every thrust.
“You were made for this. Being bred by me. Wonder what everyone would think if they knew you. A great hunter was so easy.”
Soap whimpered And his cock started to leak again.
Ghost grinned. “Forgot to check the month and now does nothing but take a monster’s knot. Being bred and broken, yeah?”
Soap nodded immediately. “I want that. Yes.”
Ghost knotted him right then and there’s, watching him almost pass out as they came at the same time. He knew he could drag another one out of him.
“I’ll give it to you, Johnny. Don’t worry.”
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helplesslyblue77 · 10 months
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Stray Kids-Fairy Tales with a Twist
a series of fics, each one focusing on an individual member, and placing them into classic fairy tales, each with their own little twist for flavor 
They will come out one at a time, at a random pace, but hopefully i'll be done by september(But with me its hit or miss)
and most of these will have smut
So why dont you sit down, and listen to my tales...
“Once upon a time, in a far away Kingdom...”
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Bang Chan...Snow White
“Years ago, your father had died and your mother had remarried. You never liked your step father, simply because he was not your real father, and you made no secret of your dislike. Many years later, your mother died and your step father became the temporary reigning monarch. You vowed the feelings you were feeling were anger, but when you fall prey to a mysterious curse you realize maybe those feelings weren't hatred after all…”
Completed!
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Lee Minho...The Little Mermaid
“Merpeople have been disappearing, and your Father, King Triton, gives you a mission. Go to the surface and investigate. You are excited to explore the surface, but upset that you have to be accompanied by the Sea Witch Ursula’s son, Lee Minho, because you think he hates you. But bad things are brewing on the horizon, and you will need all the help you can get, maybe even from the man you ‘don't like’…”
(Coming Soon...)
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Seo Changbin...Little Red Riding Hood
It's your birthday and you're on your way to visit your grandmother in the woods. Your mother always told you never to stray from the path, and you had listened, never following the clever words of the wolf. But maybe the wolf didn't want to eat you, maybe he was just lonely…
(Coming Soon...)
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Hwang Hyunjin...Beauty and the Beast
You are an enchantress, and long ago, you had punished a spoiled prince with a curse. He would turn into a beast until he felt true love’s kiss. Many years later, you finally decide he has suffered enough and send a sweet girl named Belle to help the cursed prince. But for some reason, the beast refuses to fall in love with her and keeps trying to talk to you…
(Coming Soon...)
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Han Jisung...The Frog Prince
Once upon a time while gathering wild mushrooms for dinner, you find a peculiar golden frog. You decide to keep him, not knowing that the frog is actually a cursed prince. You carry on with your daily life, musing about how weird your new pet frog is, until one day, you slip and fall, accidentally placing a kiss on his warty forehead…
(Coming Soon...)
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Lee Felix...Cinderella
Once upon a time, you had lived a happy life, with your loving mother and kind father. You had been best friends with a sweet boy who would come to visit you every day. But one day, it all changed. Your mother fell ill, and soon after passed away. The boy suddenly disappeared and your father remarried. Your step mother was kind to you at first, but as soon as your father would leave on his merchant trips, she and her daughters would bully you, forcing you to do all the chores. One day, you hear of the prince's ball. In hopes of meeting a nice man and escaping from your stepmother's house you try your best to go. When you arrive at the masquerade, you are fortunate to dance with the prince. But you have the strangest feeling you have met him before… 
(Coming Soon...)
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Kim Seungmin...Rapunzel
Once upon a time, a beautiful princess was born, with golden locks that shined brightly. Fearing for her safety, the king and queen entrusted their daughter to a powerful witch friend, to keep her safe and hidden until she came of age. Years later, on Rapunzel's tenth birthday, a prince came knocking on the tower, mistakenly informed that Rapunzle was much older, and trapped by an evil witch. You quickly drive him away, after explaining the story but for some reason he keeps coming back and bothering you…
(Coming Soon...)
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Yang Jeongin...Hansel and Gretal
You are a powerful witch living deep in the forests, whose only wish is to be left alone. One day, a young girl and her older brother venture into the forest, trying to escape their evil stepmother. They both eat part of your candy house, and to apologize, the boy agrees to be your housecleaner for a few months. In return, you promise to help them with their evil stepmother. You try to keep your distance from the boy, but for some reason, hes always following you around, trying to get your attention…
(Coming Soon...)
(This announcement post was mostly made so that i would guilt myself into actually finishing all of these stories, because if i don't leave a record somewhere, i probably won't finish this series to completion.
Oh yeah and the summaries for these might change slightly, i never quite stick to my plans. Don’t worry though, the basic themes will be the same)
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roserunodays · 4 months
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Kotoko's Connection with the Fairy Tale of Red Riding Hood
So THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE POST, but I kept looking into it, and now here's a full blown analysis instead lol. I realized that Kotoko has many allusions to the story of Red Riding Hood besides the wolves and her signature red jacket. The themes of familial love, protection, and deception all seem to be reflected in Kotoko's actions and what we know of her past and personal life so far. So this post will detail more of the connections between her and this tale, as well as theorize on certain parts on what her story might reveal in the future!
MAJOR THANKS to my English major himejoshi librarian bunny mutual @lillyviarabbit for proof reading this so that my writing doesn't sound clunky af 🙏
A Quick Aside: The Other Side of this Tale (TW for sexual assault and rape mention)
So...there's another side to the original tale of Red Riding Hood, one that deals with much heavier themes on what the story as a whole is supposed to symbolize. I didn't want to analyze these themes of rape, sexual assault, and analogies of being 'turned' into a woman (such as hoods/veils representing both marriage and bereavement). They are there though, and easy analogies can be made, but that's not the content I want to cover. This is mainly because I just don't think we have enough evidence or hints as of now from Kotoko's past that suggests these parts from the Red Riding Hood story are also in her story. I did not want to speculate on these parts either because I wanted to treat them with respect and sensitivity, rather than simply speculate that they have to do with a fictional character's past when we don't even have any evidence to theorize that they do. So this post will only touch upon the more well known parts of the story instead!
Also I won't be talking about Jacques Roulet and his weird ass story because none of it makes sense to me with how it's related to Kotoko, so I will leave that to someone with a bigger brain to analyze that 💀 and I'll be sticking to analyzing similarities with Perrault's version of the story, though the analysis referenced at the end also includes the Grimm version!
Allusions to Red Riding Hood Herself:
One of the major similarities between Kotoko and Red Riding Hood is — well — the red hooded jacket!
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This jacket is the most recognizable part of the fairy tale, and it clearly sticks out in Kotoko's wardrobe as the outfit she wears while she's in her forest world, notably with the wolves she's running with in HARROW.
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Appearance wise, Kotoko also seems to fit the bill for how Red has been portrayed throughout various iterations of the story over time.
Red's appearance generally describes a girl with short black hair and a bob that reaches down to be exact.
"Another difference lies in the fact that, in addition to [her hair] being black, Little Red Riding Hood’s hair is generally short, reaching to her chin at most, with a charming bob that frames her face."
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The signature hood is also noted, with Kotoko's prisoner uniform being the only one to notably have a hood on it.
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"It becomes a powerful indicator of sense. History shows that an object that goes on a woman’s or girl’s head has always been ambivalent, not to say ambiguous. It covers, it conceals, it protects, but it also alludes, adorns and attracts."
Not only does Kotoko's hood uniform reflect her similarity with Red Riding Hood, it also highlights Kotoko's tendency to protect/conceal all the aspects of herself she does not want to reveal to anyone else.
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It's clear that Kotoko doesn't trust anyone else in the prison, wanting to conceal as much stuff about her as possible so she can analyze their behavior and how much they change following the time between trial 1 and trial 2. This secretive nature, interpreted by her actions and the hood she wears as a way for Kotoko to protect herself and her fragile self-worth, is also highlighted in Streaming Heart's lyrics.
"Though I seem to say many things, please try and seek out the real me. In the space between truth and lies, hidden away so well."
The Grandmother:
Another major fact that gets overlooked is how Kotoko offhandedly mentions in her family structure that she has a grandmother. As a lot of us already know, the main plot of Little Red Riding Hood is that the girl delivers food to her grandmother, who is sick and lives in a house in the woods. This detail from her interrogation is rather...specific, given that she doesn't even mention having a grandfather, just a grandmother along with her parents and older brother.
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One additional piece of evidence that connects to this is the symbolism of her birthday flower, Monstera Deliciosa!
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In many Asian cultures, this plant can also symbolize a respect and honoring of the elderly. Interesting, considering that this is the plant Yamanaka picked out for Kotoko.
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While we don't exactly know the details between Kotoko and the relationship she has with her grandmother, her birthday flower seems to hint that she has some kind of respect for her, or at least they are most likely on good terms with each other.
"Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood."
And that is why I wonder: did something happen to Kotoko's grandmother that made her realize how flawed and unfair justice can really be? Well, we know that in the story, the wolf disguises himself as Red's grandmother to try and trick her. But why litter Kotoko with all this wolf symbolism (besides the dog/tool dehumanization she's associated with) if she's supposed to allude to the character of Red Riding Hood?
The Wolf:
There is a major difference when it comes to the Tale of Red Riding Hood and Kotoko’s MV symbolism, which is the wolf’s role in each of their stories.
For Red, the wolf is the enemy. The wolf is one who tricks her from the very beginning, and the one who tries to eat her and her grandmother.
"Grandmother, what big arms you have!" "All the better to hug you with, my dear." "Grandmother, what big legs you have!" "All the better to run with, my child." "Grandmother, what big ears you have!" "All the better to hear with, my child." "Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" "All the better to see with, my child." "Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!" "All the better to eat you up with."
But Kotoko…she’s with the wolf. The wolf is instead her companion it seems, the one who runs and sits beside her when she’s doing her vigilante stuff.
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And more importantly, the wolf seems like the one to be enabling her, helping her continue with rescuing the little girl and beating up the child kidnapper. It is the one thing by her side that encourages her to bare her fangs and protect the weak.
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People have speculated that this wolf represents a person in Kotoko's life, a vigilante partner she used to have? Her older brother perhaps? Who knows really, but I think we can all agree that this wolf is a person who has influenced Kotoko a lot. It is the one thing that pushes her continue with this, to continue with the cycle of cruelty and violence in her act of handing out her own form of justice. And that brings me to Kotoko's jacket again.
The Red/Pink Jacket:
I want to address the difference between Kotoko's jacket in her forest world, as opposed to it in the real world. In the forest world, we see that the jacket is more of a hot pinkish color.
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I'm not sure if this is fully because of the lighting, but the color difference for the jacket is very notable if you compare them side by side. In the real world, the jacket is clearly more red than pink:
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So why make this jacket be two different colors in two different places? Well, I'd like to theorize that the answer has to do with this girl that appears for a brief few seconds in HARROW, in the flashback sequence while Kotoko is beating up the child kidnapper dude.
Or as I like to call her: PINK SHIRT GIRL ✨
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One final thing I wanted to talk about is how this girl relates to Kotoko, the different colors for her same jacket in the MV, and the sole reason why I think she wears a pink shirt. A lot of people have speculated that this girl is a younger version of Kotoko, possibly back when she was a child. Pink for Kotoko seems to emphasize her ideals at their most pure level.
When Kotoko is wearing her jacket when it's pink, she's in her forest world that emphasizes Kotoko's purpose in protecting the weak. She's emotional there, she falters, worn out by the running and desperate to continue going. There is nothing shown in those scenes that shows her childlike ideals being tainted, yet.
But when Kotoko alludes to her self-hatred and the wolf urges her to go on with the attack, HARROW switches back to the real world where the jacket is red. We Kotoko smile after she presumably kills the child kidnapper guy as she declares that she wants to be "drowning in the knowledge that [she] is right", and thus, this seems like we the audience realize this is the moment when Kotoko's ideals begin to become more distorted than how they were presented in the forest world.
We see that she finally gains a satisfaction that everything that she did wasn't for completely nothing, and that she now has the purpose that makes her existence useful. While she does want to protect the weak and give out justice, it is not entirely motivated by altruism, as HARROW points out. When Kotoko's pink jacket becomes red, it seems to signify how her pure, child-like ideals become tainted and much more flawed compared to them initially.
This, along with Kotoko having the wolf as her companion, all seem to point at just how much Kotoko herself has become the very monsters she wanted to destroy. The child-like pink has now become a red stained with blood, or rather a shade of magenta. A mix of red and pink that highlights Kotoko's immature and child-like view of a black and white world, while also noting that Kotoko is not the innocent Little Red Riding Hood she once was anymore—
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She is the wolf. She is a Red Riding Hood who has been led on by the wolf's ideals, the prey that has been ensnared and eaten by the wolf at the end of the original Charles Perrault story.
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She is the wolf, the monster now.
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She is now the sinner she hates so much.
Sources:
https://journals.openedition.org/strenae/6423 This one is the Red Riding Hood clothing analysis!
https://core.ecu.edu/parillek/littleredcinder.pdf "Little Red Riding Hood" Charles Perrault version
https://medium.com/@monsterahelpful/the-symbolism-and-history-behind-the-monstera-leaf-unveiling-its-meaning-11ba828837c2 Monstera Deliciosa symbolism!
https://twitter.com/pug_maniac/status/1735912110423732687 Yamanaka's tweet for Kotoko's birthday flower!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Red_Riding_Hood The Wikipedia page for Little Red Riding Hood! This also contains the heavier themes I was talking about in the beginning, so if you want to find out more, they have a whole section about it here. Trigger Warnings for sexual assault and rape for this Wikipedia page.
https://youtu.be/VrAW8zyoEiY?si=a3p4nb8B1TTza-x_ Translation video for Kotoko's first voice drama, Task.
https://youtu.be/_gTTtS0Fvxk?si=Y1Zwu3XOI_nRHgex HARROW MV
Also I'd love to read more analyses if anyone writes them, especially on topics I avoided, so tag me if you write any!!!
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call-sign-shark · 6 months
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Hi Shark. I was wondering if I could be cheeky and request something from you. I was wondering if you could release a headcanon for Heaven with a list of fun facts about her (i.e. fave food, color, animal, vacation spot, book, song, drink...if she went to university what d'you think she'd study that kind of thing). She's just so interesting that I'd like to know more about her. Also, I read a fic she was mentioned in the other day and I thought you'd be interested. It was just a mention but I thought it was cool. Also, I can't wait for The woods whisper part 2. I'm on edge.
Hi sweet anon, thank you so much for your wonderful ask! As for the fic, please do send me the link. I probably have it in my reading list if the mutual has tagged me but I reckon I need to catch up with a lot of things. I've been feeling quite tired lately and I’m starting a new job as a bartender so it's quite tiring. I’m delighted you find the murderous angel interesting so here we go. 🖤
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𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓎 𝒮𝒽𝑒𝓁𝒷𝓎 headcanons
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𝒫𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈
♢ Her favorite animals are hyenas. She dreams about owning one?? She’s weird asf I know.
♢ I personally imagine her voice like the singer of Sohodolls (by the way, this song from the group is her main theme song)
♢ Surprisingly enough her favorite color is not white, but red and gold.
♢ She's multilingual and speaks: French, Russian, German, and English all fluently.
♢ She's 25 at the beginning of HYE, even if throughout her life people struggle to give her an age since she has this very woman-child aspect.
♢ Her style is quite modern for the era. When she doesn’t wear elegant and revealing dresses with gold jewels, capes or fur coats, she loves stealing one of Arthur’s shirts and tuck it in her skirt. Similarly, he had to buy a second coat ‘cause she had stolen his. Most of the time she either dresses like a goddess or a forest nymph.
♢ She loves fun fairs and circuses! When they started flirting together and meeting at church every night, Arthur sometimes brought her candied apples.
♢ She might be an enchanting singer and she might love music but she's awful at playing an instrument. She tried piano, guitar, harp, and violin but she was terrible at all of them.
♢ She has empathy issues she hides quite well. Now, I’m not saying she has 0 Empathy but she lacks of it most of the time except with Arthur or on a few occasions. It leads her to be cold and sardonic with people outside of her private circle when she doesn’t “mask”.
♢ Did someone said “lemon pie”? She’d kill for lemon pies. It’s her favorite dessert of all time.
♢ Her Birthday is the 22 January.
♢ She's fond of myths, legends, and fairy tales. If she had to pick one tale and one myth she would go for the Red Little Riding Hood and the Beast of Gevaudan. But her favorite story is Alice’s Adventures.
♢ She's a "mama bear", which means she doesn't lose her temper easily despite being gifted with an ability for extreme violence but touch her husband, kids or family and she'll go f e r a l.
♢ She talked several times with Linda at church, unknowing Heaven was already fucking her husband (and she enjoyed it). I know, that's a dick move.
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𝑀𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝒜𝒰
*most of the hc above still works for her modern!self
♢ Her favorite book is The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris.
♢ She works as an exotic pole dancer and aerial performer. Considering this, she also masters aerial hoop, silks, and Chinese pole.
♢ She is currently applying to study forensic medicine after several years of gaps.
♢ She has spent years locked up in a mental institute, in the dangerous patients ward.
♢ Her favorite food is Japanese Udon soup with gyoza and Nikuman as side dishes.
♢ She loves listening to brutal music, such as metal, hard rock, or alternative trash/bimbo music even if her playlist is actually quite varied. You can go from Rammstein and Angerfist to Britney Spears and Lana Del Rey.
♢ She smokes weed.
♢ If she had to choose a drink it would be red wine for alcohol and pumpkin spice latte for sweet. But in truth, she’s that annoying gym girl so she mostly drinks water and homemade protein smoothies. She also loves boba milk teas.
♢ She's a huge fan of horror movies and games (especially FNAF), with a fascination for cannibalism. With that being said, she organizes the best girl nights ever, especially during Halloween.
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Heaven is reader in the Arthur Shelby x you series Heaven in Your Eyes. Why don't you join the ride? We have drama, sex and gore.
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mattsturniolosmuse · 22 days
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Steve Randle x Reader
This is also from the poll.
Summary: You ask him to fix your car, and you keep him company while he does so. You drive him home after, making a little pit stop *wink wink*
Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, face sitting, cum play, car sex, dom! steve, sub! reader, this is probably the filthiest thing i've ever written
"Fucking piece of junk." You mutter, pulling in to the DX to get your car fixed.
You get out, slamming the door. It had been a gift from your father 2 years ago.
"What's up with it?" A boy asks. He had dark hair, and it was grease back, and he had a DX shirt, unbuttoned, to reveal nice toned abs. You glance at his name tag. Steve.
"My car is making a weird noise. I'm sure you heard it." You say, gesturing towards the engine.
"Yeah. I think that the axle is rusted. I can fix that up for you." He says. You nod, sighing a breath of relief.
"Yes, thank you." You say, plopping down on a nearby bench.
"You been working here long?" You ask. Steve nods.
"Four years." He says.
"Mm." You hum in response. You would offer him help, but you were wearing a short leather skirt and a white tank top that showed quite a bit of cleavage.
You made small talk with him while he worked. You learnt that he is part of a greaser gang, and that he lives with them most of the time, unless his dad offered him money.
"There. All done." He says, slamming the hood shut.
"Thank you so much!" You say, smiling.
"That'll be $150." He says. Your heart drops. You didn't even have $50.
"Shit. I-i don't have that. Is there any other way I can pay you?" You ask, fidgeting your thumbs.
"Nah. Just give me a ride home, would ya?" He says, hopping into the drivers seat.
"Well, I'm not really giving you a ride home if you're driving, am I?" You chuckle, getting into the passenger seat.
"Wow. Real beauty." He says. You note that he's talking about the car. The first minute of the ride was silent.
"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do to pay you back?" You ask.
Steve thinks about it, and when he stops at a red light, he quickly unbuckles his jeans, and pulls them down. His erection smacks against his abs, and your eyes widen. He smirks.
"Come on, gorgeous, you can do it." He says, chuckling. You are suddenly aware of the wetness in your panties.
You bend over the console and take his tip in your mouth. Steve moans quietly.
"Wait, what's your name? I need to be moaning the right one." The boy asks. You take your mouth off of him.
"Y/N." You take him back in your mouth, and the car starts moving. He takes one hand off the wheel and tangles it in your hair, pulling your head up and down on him.
"Fuckkk, baby, just like that." He moans, bucking up into you. He hits the back of your throat and tears start rolling down your cheeks. You gag, momentarily stopping, but then you get right back to it.
Steve hits a speed bump, and you jump, his dick going farther down your throat this time. You whimper, and Steve twitches.
The car comes to a stop, and he bucks up into you, both hands now on your head.
"I'm so close." He moans. Soon enough, his seed is shooting down your throat. You swallow it all, and he pulls your mouth off of him. You pull yourself over the console, straddling his lap as your mouths collide in a hungry kiss. Steve grabs your hips and grinds his waist into yours, letting out a loud moan.
"I-i need you." Steve says, pulling away. You pull the handle on the side of the seat, to make the seat go back. You start grinding into Steve, who hastily pulls your tank top off. He smirks when he sees you're not wearing a bra. He grabs your wrist to stop you.
"It's almost like you knew this was going to happen." He says. You shrug.
"The top has a built in bra." You say, grinding into him again. You stand up momentarily, to unzip your leather skirt, pulling it down your legs.
Steve smacks your hand away when you go to remove your panties. You look out the window, and you guys are outside a house.
"Steve! Is this your gang's house?" You ask, covering your chest.
"Yeah, but they're too busy watching the football game to see you, I swear." He says, removing your arm from your chest to admire you some more. He takes your panties and puts them in his shirt pocket, removing the shirt after.
"Those are mine now." He says.
Your lips collide again, more heated this time. Steve licks your bottom lip, but you deny him entrance. He squeezes your tits and you gasp, and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. You whimper as his tongue collides with yours.
"Ready?" Steve asks you. You nod. Steve picks you up and you slowly sink onto his dick. He made you feel so full.
"S-steve!" You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. You start moving back and forth, and Steve grasps your waist to push you down farther.
"Y-yeah, gorgeous, just like that." Steve moans, bucking into you. You pulled off of him completely, and slammed back down.
"HOLY FUCK!" Steve moans loudly, forcing your hips to go faster. Your hands are on his chest, boobs hanging in his face as you bounced on his dick.
"God, oh god, Steve!" You moan as you lean down to kiss him. His tongue immediately clashes against yours. You leave his lips to lick his neck, leaving hickeys.
He does the same to your breasts, leaving hickeys everywhere.
"I'm so close, Steve." You moan out, digging your nails into his chest.
"Yeah. Cum all over my cock. Do it for me." Steve moans. You bounce a couple more times, until you release all over his cock. He pulls you off of him and releases all over your chest.
He scoops it up, guiding his fingers to your mouth. You suck on the digits, not breaking eye contact with Steve. His boner grows again.
He scoops up more of the mess on your chest, and draws a big SR on your chest, chuckling.
"I want you to sit on my face." Steve says.
"No, i'll suffocate you!" You say, blushing.
"No, you won't. It'll be fine. Please?" He begs.
"Ugh. Fine." You say. You bring yourself forward, and hanging onto the handle above you, you hover over Steve's face. His hands grasp your waist and he pulls you onto his face.
"Oh! God..." You moan. It was a different feeling, and his nose brushed against a soft spot.
"Steve! Fuck, that feels so good!" You moan as his tongue slips in and out of you. His hands start moving you back and forth on his face, and tears leak out again. The pleasure was too much, you were seeing stars.
You couldn't think straight. You didn't know which way was up and which way was down. You could only think of Steve.
Steve. Steve. Steve.
Your orgasm came very quickly. You gasped and pulled yourself off of Steve, his face covered in your cum, and he had a stupid grin on his face.
"Thanks, babe." He says, grabbing a cloth from the console and wiping his face.
He flips you over.
"Round two?" He asks. You nod, and he pushes into you, pistoning his hips into yours at a fast pace. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing his lips to yours. Your clit was pulsing with pleasure, and it was added to as Steve rubbed it gently.
"I love you, Steve." You say, accidentally. He stops.
"What? Say that again?" He says.
"I-I love you." You say quieter.
"Fuckkkk" He moans, going faster than before.
"I-I love you too, g-gorgeous." He says, twitching. He releases into you. He dresses you, but you are wearing your tank top and your very, very short skirt with no panties. You step out of the car and into the Curtis' house, Steve's cum still dripping down your leg.
"How was that for paying me back?" Steve asks, grabbing your ass and kissing your neck.
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f1-giuki · 21 days
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pls pls do your eyes tell by bts to lestappen and angst cause istg the way they look at each other 😭
Hi darling anon!!!!!!💖💖💖 thank you so much for the song prompt, I fucking love bts and this jk song is so good!!!!!! Hope you like what I wrote, it's nearly 1k!!!💖💖
your eyes tell - prompt post
Max looks at Charles in the club, dancing and enjoying having a random girl grinding on him, drunk but with still a drink in his hand. The heavy bass of the drums makes his heart feel like it’s leaping out of its place. He watches as Charles drags his free hand from her neck down her curves, resting on her ass, underneath her dress. Max bets the skin is impossibly smooth and plump.
He shakes his head and goes back to his gin and tonic. Alex and George, next to him, are lively talking about some stupid mechanical component of their cars. Max feels tired of cars for the first time in his life. He goes back to watching Charles eat that girl’s mouth out with drunk fervour. He’s rapt because of the sight. She keeps one hand on his face and the other sliding down his chest, feeling his defined abs.
Max rolls his eyes. It’s going to be a long night. Charles is staying in the room in front of his, and Max doesn’t have enough depravity to witness that too. He takes the last sip of his drink and casts one last glance at Charles. He’s sucking on the girl’s neck but he’s staring right at Max. Max shakes his head and raises his empty glass to him before turning around and walking away.
He pats George and Alex on their backs as a goodbye and calls a cab to get back to his hotel. Looking for someone is not something for that night.
He meets Carlos and his girlfriend in the lobby and stays for a little with them to talk. Charles and the girl walk past them, too busy grabbing and kissing to notice them. Carlos sighs and complains about Charles’ behaviour. Max laughs it off, but Carlos knows they share the same concern. It’s been going on for a while and it would be better for him to stop.
“I’m going to sleep, see you tomorrow at the airport?” Max says after a good chat, hugging Carlos and kissing his girlfriend’s cheeks.
Carlos nods and Max walks to the elevators. The ride is quiet and Max enjoys the silence while it lasts. He walks to his room and the whole hall is silent. Weird. He shakes his head and swipes his key inside. He takes off his clothes and treats himself to a nice hot shower. When he's done he dries himself up, dries his hair, puts on a comfy white cotton t-shirt and a pair of underwear. Everything is still so quiet. He opens a bottle of water and takes a sip. He had just a drink that night, so the morning would be nice to him.
Max considers watching a movie, but a knock on his hotel door gives him other plans. He furrows his brows and sets down the water bottle. Thinking it could be either Carlos or Lando, he opens the door.
Charles is standing right in front of him. He ditched the club outfit for a simple oversized red sweater, covering his upper thighs. Max is surprised, but he lets him in without uttering a word. Who is he to give Charles Leclerc the talk?
“Early night?” Max asks after Charles sits on his bed, soft hair hidden underneath the hood.
“Too drunk. She didn't remember my name and I was sick. Called a cab and her friends and sent her home…” Charles explains. Max wasn't really interested in knowing the truth. Charles doesn't owe him anything.
“Movie?” Max asks and Charles nods.
“Don't laugh, but I bought the Devil Wears Prada on the payTV of the hotel, is it okay?” Max continues. Charles nods again with a small smile.
Max puts on the movie and sits on the bed next to Charles. It’s a strange situation, they’ve never done anything like it. Their comfort zone is the track, sometimes a padel court. Sharing a bed is something Max never allowed himself to think about.
“Do you think I look for girls every time I go out because I’m scared of being gay?” Charles asks, as the first scene rolls by.
Max stops the movie and turns around to look at him. His eyes are glassy and there’s a sad expression on his face.
“What do you mean? There’s nothing wrong with being gay…” Max tries to articulate and Charles nods, half convinced.
They get back to the movie but Max can’t stop thinking about the words Charles spoke a few minutes before. Why did Charles decide to tell him this? Max stops the movie again and looks at Charles straight in the eyes.
They’re so green and so sad. Full of tears too. Max can read them all too well. A forest to his sky.
“You don’t have to tell me anything now, or ever, okay? But whatever it is, I’ll listen and won’t judge, okay? Like a debrief…” Max tries and Charles nods, blinking away a few tears.
“You can sleep here if you want…” Max mumbles, taking a tissue from his nightstand and giving it to Charles. He blows his nose and nods.
Max puts back on the movie and Charles lifts the duvet, snuggling next to Max, but under the covers. Max would like to say that he doesn’t know what to do, but his brand is honesty, so he wraps an arm around Charles and soothes him, trying to keep his feelings at bay.
“It’s okay…” Max mumbles, more to himself than to Charles.
He hopes he will find Charles next to him in the morning.
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adarkrainbow · 7 months
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Spooky season fairytales (3)
We saw how the myth of the witch was reinvented with "Hansel and Gretel". Our look at "Snow White" led us to vampires. To complete our triad of Halloween monsters, we just need a werewolf - and you know exactly which fairytale will come next in my "Spooky season" series.
It is no surprise that "Little Red Riding Hood" gave plenty of material to horror-movie makers and creators of dark fantasy. It is after all one of the darkest fairytales of France (because yes, fairytale historians have traced back the story's roots to France, before it was passed on by French immigrants eastward to Germanic countries). And when it comes to movies about Little Red Riding Hood, there is ONE movie that must be talked about...
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"The Company of Wolves".
Who among fairytale fans hasn't heard of this brilliant, wonderful, poetic movie? It is one of those movies that truly manage to create a dark and haunting fairytale that FEELS fairytale-like. The plot is simple. It is a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, in a "soft fairytale world" (things seem pretty normal, but there and there you have weird details, such as fur scarfs coming to life or eggs hatching jewels), and with a werewolf as the "big bad wolf". Or rather, the plot SEEMS simple - because this whole movie is framed as the dream of a modern-day girl, allowing for the story to unfold using dream logic and a heavy use of symbolism (perfect for a fairytale adaptation). Because this movie also explores the underlying motifs present in the original tale of sexuality, and the sexual maturation or blossoming of a young girl - this is due to the movie's original inspiration being the dark and feminists short stories of Angela Carter's "The Bloody Chamber". And because in the bigger Little Red Riding Hood tale, the movie intertwines folkloric European legends of werewolves, in all their disturbing glory.
This movie is truly great, and I cannot recommend it enough. It manages to be everything at once: a poetic dream, a magical fairytale, a disturbing horror piece, a sad tragedy... And it allies with greatness the creepy werewolf folklore of Europe with the fae charm of fairytales. Plus this 80s American fantasy movies goodness. And Angela friggin' Lansbury plays the grandmother! What else do you want? Even outside of a simple "Little Red Riding Hood" adaptation, this movie is one of the great "dark fairytale fantasies" of cinema.
This movie also calls for another piece, that is frequently put side by side with it (for... thematic reasons more than shared quality). I am talking of 2011's "Red Riding Hood".
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I am placing this movie here not because I want to praise it, but just because... Well it exists, and I must make a mention of it.
This movie is not... not good. It's not bad, not good. It is definitively not the best Red Riding Hood movie, and if you want to see a werewolf Little Red Riding Hood movie, go watch "The Company of Wolves", it is the best and will never be overshadowed. But this piece... It is conventional and expected. It takes all the plot directions expected with a "dark fantasy mature take" on Little Red Riding Hood - nothing surprising or inventive. It is a "village plagued by werewolf" story, mixed with a "wolf hunt" making it a dark fantasy "whoddunit" which is not even trying its best to engage the viewer in the mystery, making everybody a superficial candidate... And it is also a very conventional "girl stuck between two boys" romance-teenage-triangle.
It has everything that is needed to explore Little Red Riding Hood, and everything that was well-done in "The Company of Wolves"... But it is all treated in a very flat and superficial way, making it a sort of "empty" piece. Little Red Riding Hood, the original tale, is meant to be a tale about desire and female sexuality and seduction, and so making the main character a young girl stuck in an impossible romance outside of the "straight path" of marriage is an interesting take... But it goes nowhere. Here and there you have this little sparks of interesting ideas or clever concepts - the pig-and-sheep masquerade at the celebrations, the silver fingernails of the werewolf hunter, the werewolf speaking telepathically to the character of Red Riding Hood (Valerie)... But they're just little crumbs in a big bland soup.
And there's also the problem of this movie taking itself too seriously and not having any self-awareness - making it so, personally, I couldn't take it seriously in the beginning. If you watch it,you'll see what I mean - by taking itself too seriously during specific moments, or playing too straight some passages, the movie makes itself ridiculous. Overall, not a great movie AT ALL, and to watch only if you enjoy your bland, neutral, average "dark romance in the middle of werewolf hunts" piece. But it exists, so it must appear somewhere.
After this stale piece, let's move on to...
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Freeway, the 1996 movie
You'll frequently see it pop up in the lists of "dark fairytale movies" and "horror Little Red Riding Hood" adaptations - though to call this a "fairytale movie" is not a good description. As the tagline of the movie says, "Her life's no fairytale".
"Freeway" is an attempt at completely deconstructing the "Little Red Riding Hood" story by removing all form of magic or wonder from it, only leaving a disturbing, bleak, though still excentric and extravagant story. It is a dark comedy constantly oscillating between a violent and crude slapstick comedy, and a realistic horror movie. Featuring stars such as Reese Witherspoon and Kiefer Sutherland (and with music by Danny Elfman, no less!), this little cult movie is still the story of a girl wearing a red piece of clothing going to see her grandmother's house and encountering on the way a predator... Except the little girl in red is here a semi-illiterate teenage delinquant with anger issues in a red leather jacket... She is on the run from child services after her prostitute of a mother and her junkie of a stepfather got arrested... The "huntsman" is a pair of inefficient, though well-meaning, cops... And the wolf is a sociopathic, necrophiliac, serial killer.
This makes it all sound as if the movie was a dreary full horror piece - but it is actually not. The main character is a very excentric, fiery, fierce, though not that bright, girl who constantly fights backs with sass everything and everyone, there is a dark and morbid humor all throughout the movie balancing very sad and uncomfortable moments, many of the characters are disturbingly realistic caricatures or stereotypes pushed to cartoonish levels, and overall it all feels more like a very violent and grand-guignolesque crime piece/road trip.
I want to mention another movie while talking about "Freeway" - the 2000s movie known as "Hard Candy". You will often find this movie on lists of Red Riding Hood adaptations - DO NOT GET FOOLED! "Hard Candy" is not a Little Red Riding Hood adaptation. It is a very bleak, very hard to watch, very creepy horror movie about mental and physical torture, and exploring the various aspects of human perversion, in a confined setting with a limited cast of characters - and yes, it does invoke a "Red Riding Hood" imagery... but just in the opening and advertising, and the movie has nothing to do with the fairytale. You can watch it if you want, but be ready, because it is one of those movies that mess up your stomach and your soul, and it is not for the faint of heart, as it is a VERY very bleak piece.
"Freeway" is also bleak, but in a more campy way (yes, you can have "campy bleak") typical of dark comedies. And "Freeway", unlike "Hard Candy", is an ACTUAL Little Red Riding Hood adaptation. Not only does it base its story and characters on the fairytale, making sure to have the key-moments of the original plot, and the character archetypes explored (the big bad wolf becoming a serial killer predator) or deconstructed (Little Red Riding Hood is still a dumb girl hunted by the wolf, but she fights back and is ready to kick ass and is used to the most vile sides of humanity), but it also fully embraces one part of the Little Red Riding Hood heritage. The cartoon adaptations of the first half of the 20th century - those little short cartoons that heavily explored the fairytale in a caricatural way, especially sexual (like the very famous Tex Avery short). Not only are there direct references to those cartoons in the movie, it also fully embraces the entire ambiance. The "slapstick" and "cartoonish" feels of this movie come right from there. Yes, they removed all the magic and wonders to have a sordid realistic tale, yes this is a borderline true crime story about a serial killer, and an ineffective police system, and what it is like growing up in poverty, drugs and prostitution... But it embraces the feel of the classic Looney Tunes/Tex Avery cartoon world, with extravagant caricatural characters, and an abundance of senseless unexpected violence that doesn't even feel real sometimes. And by making all that, the movie reinstills a form of "magic" in the tale - but this "cartoon" magic which is able to make disturbing moments about a human-looking monster trying to kill you look ridiculous and almost laughable as if it was some sort of clown performance.
Overall this movie is a really bizarre little piece that reflects a very specific type of cartoonishly-comedic-but-still-bleak-and-morbid small movies that tend to frequently pop up in the USA. You know the ones, these pieces that are about disturbed subjects or tragic characters, but are still made in such bizarre and unexpected ways they almost verge on surreal comedy - like Lynch's Wild at Heart (which itself was a "fairytale" take somehow, since it is technically speaking a Wizard of Oz movie) or the Harmony Korine movies.
And to close off this post, a special mention to a classic movie of the Halloween season...
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Trick 'r Treat, THE Halloween horror movie by Michael Dougherty (the man who later was behind THE new classic Christmas horror movie, "Krampus")
Trick 'r Treat was Dougherty's attempt at creating an iconic "mascot" for Halloween, in the person of Sam, the little creepy-costumed child/demon enforcing the rules of the old Celtic holiday... This dark, fun, morbid, perfectly Halloween-y movie, developed out of previous animated short-films, is actually an anthology piece collecting a handful of various stories... And the reason this movie appears on this list is because of the segment "Surprise Party", which is heavily referencing "Little Red Riding Hood". An unsecure young woman is invited by her outgoing friends at an Halloween party in the woods, and she picks up a Little Red Riding Hood costume, but as she is making her way throughout the city in a full Halloween parade, she realizes a strange man is following her... There is a twist, so I won't reveal much (beyond the fact it all implies vampires and werewolves stories), but the important thing is how the twist is delivered, and how the segment ends. A scene wich has marked the cinematic lore of the creature it depicts, and which has also influenced a LOT of people on the Internet during the end of the 2000s (for example, boosting up the "Sweet Dreams" cover of Marilyn Manson)
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kanacozmez · 3 months
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Analysis Post #1 ^^
Her stuff with the wolves is so interesting. I can't get over the fact that she's so like an attack dog in her own eyes. But she's not very wolf like in her independence and stuff. Right?? Like her whole thing is she might follow someone's direction but she seems to be doing all her vigilantism alone. I don't look into analysis at all I just base everything off of my own thoughts so I'm totally gonna be repeating other peoples thoughts but she's so obviously connected to the idea of Little Red Riding Hood.
She's become the monster and maybe she's had moments of clarity about that. (Credit to @mayoiayasep for the image)
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She looks horrified about something. But the wolf seems like it's experiencing like. Pleasure makes it sound weird because of it's connotations but you know what I mean. Like it's just eaten a full meal. And she's covered in blood around her mouth which is possibly supposed to be an allegory for her murdering someone because she's always on about her fangs. The descriptions of HARROW and Deep Cover say ”I’ll gouge you out with my fangs.” and “That’s why I became your fangs.” It's pretty clear it's meant as a metaphor for her killing/attacking someone. The screenshot above makes me feel like it was her taking a life instead of just attacking someone perhaps, and this was a moment of "I didn't think I could do that" but she can't deny that she enjoyed it. It's a realisation that she's becoming like the people she hates so much but she clearly doesn't stop because it's cathartic and it feels good and we know this because she literally attacked people inside the prison.
Also, the "past" version of her - the shots with the young girl where Kotoko is in the jacket? Yeah that seems to be a direct continuation of the last MV. It opens here:
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Where HARROW ends here:
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So these parts of the MVs are directly next to each other on a timeline. The girl clings to her and Kotoko is obviously emotional about what's just happened and she hugs her back, right before the song has the like "That's why I became your fangs". So was this sort of. A way of indicating that this sort of reaction is what she does for at this point? She's doing this to help people and seeing them safe is worth it all. Or maybe seeing them grateful like that is worth it all. Unsure. She's either genuinely doing this because she thinks it's right or she's also motivated by the need to feel like she's moral and she's chasing the idea of that approval. Which would link to why she did what she did after being voted innocent - she got the clearest "your actions are right" she could have possibly gotten.
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Then we end up back here, but this has been all drawn over. This was the setup she had that was presumably used to find that girl, but it's now all scribbled over?? It looks like she got frustrated that she's succeeded because now she's stagnated? There's moon imagery here but I'll get to that in a bit. The reason that I think that is just because of the outfit choices. Kotoko is shown in 4 (I think?) outfits total over the 2 MVs - the red hoodie, the blue and yellow jacket & cap, the white outfit and then her very cool Es cosplay. Maybe it's supposed to convey a jump back in time or something when, in Deep Cover, she's back dressed in the yellow and blue. But I think that it's sort of her "disguise". Blue and red are also (almost) complimentary colours but we will get to that. The blue of her jacket isn't technically complimentary to red but it's close enough. (Except it's not. Orange is it's compliment. I'll. Get to it).
ANYWAY.. the other time we see the blue and yellow jacket is when Kotoko is looking for information in HARROW. It's like it's her "civilian" clothes in contrast to the red hoodie being her "vigilante outfit". She's sat in the park with the girl she saved but she's not paying much attention to her because she's back to looking through her phone for information (or anything that could be seen as a go ahead to start another hunt). Another reason I think she has a motivation of needing validation for her actions is in the lyrics here. She sings "come on, rely on me, go on. I became your fangs as the long-awaited hero" - presumably to the girl. She's reliant on this girl to provide her with validation that she's doing the right thing but it's clear that whatever has happened was too far. The lyric "tell me you tell me "stop"." (Or, in a way that easier to read, 'give me the reason behind why you want me to stop this') which is followed by the line "don't you dare stop now, I want a reason for judgement execution, I want it". Notably Kotoko is back in her red hoodie and has entirely blanked the young girl - possibly because she's not giving her the backing Kotoko wants. She also throws off her hat as she walks before she transforms into the werewolf, and that item is what the girl had been playing with earlier. She removes it as she gets more aggressive, saying "I want it, give me the next target, I want it, I want it, give me the next target". It's desperate and animalistic especially with the visual of her transformation.
(A note on the transformation: it's clearly her becoming a monster or giving into her violent desires in some way, portrayed as a werewolf or some other creature like that. But she doesn't become that until we cut to the next shot where she's dressed as a guard. Her downfall began after saving that girl and then getting her flow of validation stopped, but she didn't completely transform until she'd been voted innocent. Because that was a go ahead that she was right, that she was able to go back to how she used to deal with criminals. But she couldn't do that properly because she'd long since started changing into the werewolf / the worst version of herself.)
So. Yeah. This is the first analysis post of at least two, if not three that I'll make. I think that what happened to Kotoko before entering the prison was this:
She discovered a kidnapping case of a girl (it could be trafficking as well considering the girl doesn't ever get shown to be reuniting with her family? Maybe it was hard to get to them?) and went to rescue her. To protect her, she killed the man who did this and this then began the realisation she had that she can use violence to her advantage. This is only confirmed to her because she gets verification that it was worth it from the young girl. Kotoko begins to fixate on this need to be supported in her actions and in looking into more things to solve that would get her this, she stops paying as much attention to the girl. Eventually, the girl tells her to stop doing this - probably because she misses Kotoko? - and this denial of validation makes Kotoko upset. Then she brushes off the girl and presumably goes to either: kill someone else and then get caught an put into MILGRAM, start killing multiple people (over a chunk of time probably) before getting caught, or to get caught for MILGRAM before she can take another life.
Being caught and put in this situation where she can protect people but doesn't need to be violent puts her cravings on hold until she's voted innocent and others are guilty. And we know what happens after that.
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seasaltandcopper · 10 months
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vampire hunter AU Pt 3
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Summary: Teddy takes a moment alone with Mal. She and Will talk on the drive home.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Profanity, (implied) torture, violence, manhandling, dehumanization
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The truck’s headlights cut a swath through the darkness, spilling across chalky gravel, stubborn weeds, and jagged chips of concrete. Moths and bugs flit through the light, throwing flickering shadows as they knocked against the bumper of the vehicle, and pinged gently off its hood.
Out in the dark, past the lights of the truck and the old factory, beyond the high, razor-wire topped walls, a pack of coyotes yipped and howled. Crickets and frogs sang their nightly lullabies. Critters screeched.
A nice, mild summer night. Routine. Almost peaceful.
Teddy glanced to the side, giving the vampire another look over as she steered him towards the truck. Mal kept his head down as he stumbled along, every few steps needing her to tighten her grip when he didn’t lift a foot high enough and caught it on the loose gravel, either tripping himself or sending it skittering off into the dark.
It looked like the effort of even walking this far was about to put him on the ground. Or maybe the gravel just hurt his feet.
Boo-fucking-hoo.
When Teddy looked closer though, she noticed the dark red smudges trailing behind him, only visible because the loose rock out here was a dusty, powdery white.
She sighed. Even if this shit was rough to walk on barefoot, it shouldn’t cut him up that bad in such a short distance. Another lingering token of the hunters' hospitality, probably. Teddy briefly wondered if he’d tried to run recently and they’d taken steps to make it a little harder if he got it into his head to try again.
He didn’t look like a flight risk. But Teddy gleaned enough from the past half hour to agree with Brooks’ original assessment: Mal wasn’t broken. Not all the way; not permanently.
Not yet.
Teddy sighed again, face rearranging into something less pensive and more irritable. “Something wrong with your feet?”
Head raising so fast it might’ve been attached to a pull-string, Mal pushed out a sharp breath through his nose. Anyone else, any other context, Teddy would’ve called it amused; she didn't know what to call it with him.
He shook his head, brows pulled together in a deep line. “No,” Mal lied, voice hoarse from disuse. He swallowed, and tacked on a more automatic sounding, “Uhm—no, sir.”
Sir, huh?
Well, Teddy wouldn’t argue with that. It sent a weird, tingling thrill all the way down to her fingertips, like grabbing hold of a live wire. Wrong in the same way it felt right, the intoxicating high of knowing you had your oldest enemy completely under your thumb.
No wonder vampires got so drunk on that kind of power.
Uninterested in pressing him for the truth—anything and everything she wanted to know she’d get out of him later—Teddy gave Mal another firm tug, and pulled him to a stop beside the old, white appliance truck.
The open bed in the back was crammed full of various tools and equipment and (mostly Will’s) junk, but a good third of the space was taken up by a white, chest style freezer.
Not the fanciest transport, but for the hunter on a budget, it’d do just fine. Secure, for her peace of mind, and sun proof, for the vampire’s. Supposedly they felt safer in small, dark places, which had led to the whole coffin-sleeping myth in the first place. Regardless, Mal would be safe on the hours-long ride back, even if it was a tight fit. He might even enjoy the chance to rest, which was sure as hell more than he deserved.
Climbing into the back, Teddy reached down to pull Mal up after her, and hauled him bodily into the truck bed with surprising ease. He grunted as he landed hard on his knees, Teddy’s iron grip around his arm the only thing keeping him from eating shit.
The side of Mal’s jaw ticked, like he was biting down on something, but he stayed bizarrely quiet. Just like he’d been the entire time. The Mal she remembered had never shut up; it was disconcerting to see him rendered practically mute.
Whispering unease slipped through Teddy’s ribs like a cold wind through bare tree branches. It rattled and sighed with the voice of doubt. She shook her head and let it pass. Grimaced.
No, it was him. It had to be him. The tip, everything the hunters here confirmed over the call, even his own reaction to the name was all but proof.
But—
You’d feel pretty damn silly if you went through all this trouble and got home with the wrong guy.
“Alright, stop,” Teddy ordered, halting the vampire before he could get up off his knees. He’d been staring at the freezer uneasily, but one word was enough for his attention to snap back to her. “Hold still. I wanna get a better look at you.”
Reaching down, Teddy cupped his jaw, tilting his head back so they were staring eye to eye. She felt the subtle flinch, the way Mal’s whole body seemed to pull taut at the contact, how badly he obviously wanted her hands off him.
But other than the flare of nostrils as he pulled in a breath, he maintained a surprisingly good poker face. No fighting, no struggling. Not even a peep of sass.
Teddy grimaced again at the tackiness of Mal’s skin, built up residue of god knew what covering him. Patchy stubble scratched at her fingertips. She brushed loose strands of hair out of his face, roughly tugged a couple chunks free where’d they’d caught under the muzzle straps, ignoring his wince.
His hair looked longer than she remembered, hanging just past his jaw. Uneven in places, like he’d lost patches of it at some point, and was only partly regrown. With all the filth, the color was indiscernible—it could’ve been red. Or anything from medium blond to brown originally. And if he had freckles, Teddy sure as hell couldn’t see them beneath the filth.
Eugh.
A sigh. “Mal,” Teddy said, like she was testing the name against some metric. “You are Mal, right?”
She felt his throat work as he swallowed. The look he gave her reminded Teddy of a wild animal, caught in a trap. Slowly, Mal nodded. Then managed a raspy, “Who—who are you?”
“Teddy,” she answered flatly. A steel bite undercut the words. “But you know what, I kinda like the sound of “Sir”, so let’s stick with that.”
She noted the complete lack of recognition at the drop of her name. Mild confusion that seamlessly melted into acceptance, hastily buried under a glaze of apathy. Another jerky little nod at the second half of her statement.
Something about it pissed Teddy off; the surge of her own fury took her by surprise, capsizing her better judgment before she could reign in her temper.
Fingers curling, she dug her nails savagely into Mal’s jaw, wrenching his head back until she felt the tendons in his neck straining at the angle, needing—something. A real reaction. Anger, pain, fear, it didn’t matter, Teddy just needed to know the monster still felt something the way she did, some dim reflection of the turmoil raging inside her like a storm.
Mal made a sound, quiet, against her hand. He wasn’t looking at her with apathy now. Blinded by her own rage, all Teddy could think was that it wasn’t enough.
Both of them shook. Little tremors traveled between them seamlessly, like an electric current.
Just get him home, a more sensible part of herself insisted, you’re so close, don’t blow it all now for a cheap shot.
Teeth grinding, Teddy stared down, wild eyed at her captive.
Shit.
Teddy released Mal abruptly, shoving him away from her. He landed hard, metal rattling against the truck bed. “Just go.” A disgusted noise rumbled in her throat, and she scrubbed the hand clean on her dark jeans. “Fucking leech bastard.”
Rising, Teddy pulled Mal along with her to the freezer, ignoring his startled yelp and the clatter of limbs hitting the truck bed as he tried to help rather than simply get dragged. He ended up on his side, slumped against the freezer, wide-eyed and staring up at her.
“But you wanna know who I am—?” Shoving open the lid, Teddy paused long enough to answer Mal’s question. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
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Teddy pushed out a rough sigh and slammed the driver’s side door closed behind her. Both hands braced against the wheel to stop them from shaking. She curled them around worn, familiar plastic, tightening her grip until it creaked, and the crisscross of white and pink scars stood out across the backs of her hands like lines on a map.
Her pulse slammed in her own ears. Too loud. Something under her ribs ached, like a stitch in her side from running too long.
Ten years. Ten fucking years.
And a whole damn lifetime of nightmares, jumping at shadows, wondering if she’d ever get closure for any of it.
Slouched quietly in the passenger’s seat, Will tapped out a cigarette and the world finally shook itself back into some kind of order. She waited for the familiar flickflickflick of his lighter, the sharp burn of tobacco and paper, before breaking the silence.
Rituals, Teddy came to realize over the years, were important. There was a reason magic thrived on them, that countless human societies were structured around them. Even mundane ones carried weight.
She breathed in deeply, taking comfort in the familiar burn of secondhand smoke. Let it out again, slow and controlled.
“Yeah, it’s Mal,” she said. The words came from someone else’s mouth. “Son of a bitch didn’t recognize me, but I got that much out of him. Shit.”
Teddy wished she’d kicked him in the teeth before locking him up. Given the bloodsucker something to think about on the ride home.
She’d stayed calm until her slip a moment ago. Cool, collected, distanced from it all—outwardly, at least. But once she gave it some slack, the dam keeping all those ugly emotions and nearly thirty years of pain and fear-fueled rage at bay started to crack.
“Dude looked pretty messed up already.” Spoken as mellow and unruffled as everything else that came out of Will’s mouth. He took a drag and blew the smoke out the window, one long, thin stream. “Guess these guys had him for a while, huh?”
Something sharp edged into Teddy’s voice. “I don’t give a shit what those hunters did to him.” She held the wheel in a death grip. “Hell, whatever it was, it wasn’t enough. That isn’t even close to what that leech deserves, not after what they did to us.”
Briefly, her gaze slid sideways, settling on Will. Unlike Teddy, he rarely bothered to hide his scars. On a warm night like this, a t-shirt left plenty of exposed skin. All of it told a story.
An ugly, bloody one.
Dozens of bite scars crawled from his wrists up past the crook of his elbows. More bloomed from beneath the neck of his shirt. And those were just the ones she could see—
Teddy sneered, then buckled her seatbelt. She threw the truck in drive and pulled out, flinging gravel and fishtailing for a second before she regained control. She flicked a salute to the hunters at the gate as they waved her through.
Humming in annoyance as the abrupt acceleration knocked a clump of ash loose onto his shirt, Will grimaced and brushed at it. It smudged, gray crushing into the warm yellow fabric.
“Jeeze, Teddy, ease off a little.” Sighing, Will abandoned the effort to save his shirt. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I know why you need this.” Even if Will didn’t.
But he got it, and no matter how gruesome or bloody a path Teddy chose to walk, Will followed. She had no doubt he’d follow her to hell and back, something that brought equal parts reassurance and guilt these days.
Teddy knew all of that. Just like they both knew it wasn’t really him she was mad at. “Yeah. Sorry.”
Forcing herself to ease off the accelerator, Teddy fixed her gaze out the front windshield. Now that they’d passed out of the compound, the sky opened up overhead. Like the ceiling of a black cathedral, speckled with thousands of points of dim, distant light.
Here, in the swath of no man’s land between established territories, very few dedicated settlements persisted—human or vampire. Just hunters, lone wolf types without a coven to claim them, and a handful of civilians too stubborn to leave their homesteads, preferring to protect their land or die trying.
It wasn’t all bad, though. Just quiet. Dark. Empty.
Things most humans feared. Things that had frighted Teddy once, too, but didn’t anymore.
“Whoa, Teddy, check it out—you can see the Milky Way tonight. Awesome.”
Pushing out an amused snort, she glanced over at Will. “You can always see the Milky Way out here.”
“Not when it’s cloudy,” Will pointed out brightly, grinning. “Or raining.”
“Right.” A good natured roll of her eyes, and Teddy leaned back into her seat. Relaxed the white knuckled grip she’d had on the wheel and pulled off the gravel road onto a proper paved one.
Little tremors still zipped down her arms, but the distraction kept the threat of spiraling into darker memories at bay.
Picking a thumbnail at the wheel, Teddy kept her eyes on the road as she said, “Thanks. For staying.” For everything.
Nothing would go back to the way it was before. The kids they’d been, all those years ago, were dead and buried. Even vengeance couldn’t change that.
But maybe closure could give them a better future to look forward to, after.
Smiling, Will slouched lower in his seat and flipped on the radio. Only a couple stations reached out this far, and of those two only one played music. Old country. Blues. Folk songs that had a distant crackle to them even without the fuzz of interference.
Will’s easy-going chuckle drifted over the crooning of a singer who'd died before they were born. “Well, someone’s gotta keep an eye on you.”
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AN: those of you who saw the teaser I posted a while back might be wondering where that went, and the answer is the second half of chapter three is now becoming chapter four because this is already so long lol
I want to lay the ground work now though, and start establishing these characters properly. Even if that means taking a little more time.
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zepskies · 5 months
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I am so happy to see your posts about Dark Angel! I love that show so much, it’s definitely one of my all time favorites, and I’m glad to see you’re enjoying it.
I was wondering what your thought are so far and who your favorite characters are if you don’t mind answering (for me Alec is definitely my number 1 but I really love Zack, Joshua, Original Cindy, and Sketchy for sure.)
Also I was wondering if you’ve seen season 2 episode 11 (The Berrisford Agenda specifically) what you thought of it? If not, I’d love the hear your thoughts when you do watch it:)
Hey lovely!!
Yesss I'm midway through season 2 of Dark Angel and I love this show. I wonder why it was cancelled. The writing was strong enough, the world is so interesting, the cast is great...maybe it just didn't have a broad enough audience at the time.
There were a couple of sci-fi shows like this that got cut too soon in the early 2000s (like Almost Human with Karl Urban and Michael Ealy).
My thoughts so far are that despite the relative simplicity of Max's "everyday" life as a Jam Pony messenger with her ragtag group of friends, this is a big show in a decaying dystopian world -- with interesting (and often horrific) elements of human experimentation, childhood trauma and indoctrination, and a struggle for transgenics like Max and Alec to form emotional connections because of that trauma (their training). It's very Winter Soldier-esque in a way.
And then with Joshua's character, they reinforce in season 2 one of the central themes of the whole show: people are confused by (and afraid of) what they don't understand. It leads Max and other transgenics to hide in plain sight. To try to live "normal" lives while trying not to expose themselves to the curiosity and the potential scorn of the world -- as well as the people trying to hunt them down; there's that too.
But similar to the show Being Human (also of the early-mid 2000s), what does it mean to be normal in society? Especially in this fallen, eat-or-be-eaten world after the Pulse.
My favorite characters:
The entire cast is awesome, but these characters really have my heart for real:
Alec
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I mean duh. 🤣 But not just because it's baby Jensen. Alec's character is complex. He's cocky and endlessly flirtatious. (His brother/sister-like bickering with Max is hilarious.) He's highly intelligent and adaptive to change, due to his genetics and training, but because of that cockiness he can also be reckless. It gets him into some "unforeseen situations" that Max has to pull him out of.
But I literally just watched 2.11 "The Barrisford Agenda" last night, and I wept like a little bitch. 😭💔 Not only did we get Meghan Ory guest starring as his first love (she would later guest star on SPN and was Little Red Riding Hood/Ruby on OUAT)...
We also got the layers peeled back on this guy, to reveal just how deeply Manticore fucked with his mind. Rachel, along with her father, was his mission. His first undercover job.
He falls in love with her, despite the fact that he doesn't understand why she's got his head all turned around, cutting through the training in his head that insists he needs to fulfill his mission. (And that alone is so damn sad.)
He realizes too late that he wants to save her (and her father). But without giving too much away for those that haven't seen it, the scene near the end in the hospital room absolutely gutted me.
"I didn't understand. I didn't understand...how much I loved you."
Max
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Played by the lovely Jessica Alba. I love to see a fellow Latina at work! 💅🏽
She's a badass. But she also learns how to fight for more than just herself. And how to actually face and deal with her trauma and start to help others (like Alec) do the same.
Original Cindy
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Another lovely badass who I would lay down my life for! She's funny, unapologetically herself, and she has Max's back, come whatever, while still keeping her honest.
Joshua
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My heart breaks for Joshua. He's so delightfully weird, childlike at times, while deeply insightful in others.
He longs to belong to the outside world, knowing he can't, without risking exposure to his transgenic friends. He discovers he's an artist! And he's a protector and a lovely friend. As a character says to him, "You're too good for us."
I can't wait to finish the back-half of season 2, though I also don't want it to end!! 😭 But in typical me fashion, my mind is already buzzing with a couple of story ideas for Alec x Reader. 🤣
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homomenhommes · 1 month
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STORY : Kink Aid Part 3
This story was written under the command of, under the influence of, and for the entertainment of, hungkinkbot. As such, the story is really his. It wrote it as his instrument.
Its reward is the opportunity of serving him by writing this and receiving his guidance.
It does not always say this, but this is always the case with all these stories. They would not exist without him, and it is immensely grateful to him. 
In every way, he makes this it better.
Content Warning: leather, rubber, mind control, bondage, non-consensual activity, gayness
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It was one of those gorgeous sunlit fall mornings, with a slight chill on the wind, leaves blowing lazily from the trees into the street, the pale grays and slates of the city adorned with golds and reds. 
Bryce was waiting outside Luke's door, rocking on his heels. He glanced down at his phone and scowled at the time. Finally, the door opened.
Luke popped out. He was plainly out of sorts somehow He was still sporting his bedhead rather than the careful, almost retro combover he usually wore. His shirttail was out, his pants had clearly been worn yesterday. And it wasn't like Bryce cared about any of these things particularly, he had actually grown comfortable over time being the messier, less put-together half of this friendship, but he knew that on Luke it all added up to tell him something was seriously wrong.
"Are you okay?"
His answer was a face from Luke telling him he was being ridiculous. "Of course I'm okay," he scoffed. "Why would you think I'm not okay? Don't be stupid." Of course, Luke trying so hard to make it sound like he was okay was what, more than anything, let Bryce know he wasn't. But neither did he want to push his way into an argument. "So do you want to grab breakfast here, or get on the train first?"
"The train, definitely. I really don't want to miss that first panel. Do you have any idea how much I loved that show when I was a teenager?"
"But is that going to be weird, though. You seeing these people you're used to thinking of as eternal twentysomethings, with dad bods and facelift scars? Come on now, be honest."
Luke chuckled a little despite himself. "Maybe? A little? But believe me, I'm thrilled enough just to see them I'll power through it."
"Holy fuck!" Bryce came up short and stopped dead on the sidewalk. "Do you think that's cosplay?"
"What--?"
  Approaching from over the bend of a hill down the block were three men. They wore black latex hoods, only eyes and lips visible. They were in identical leather dress-uniforms like what they sold at the shop Luke had visited the other day, leather dress shirts with leather ties stuffed neatly into tight-fitting leather jackets. Beneath, leather riding breeches with balloons were terminated in high, laced boots. Their gloves were dramatically flared black gauntlets. One of them carried a large duffle on a strap over his shoulder.
Though he had been an atheist since he was fifteen, Luke now found himself frantically praying for them to pass him by. Somehow, he already knew he was who they were there for. 
Somehow through the latex masks he could tell they had recognized him. Their heads had turned ever so slowly. They were slowing down so as to talk to him, like they had spotted a neighbor on their way to the market and wanted to catch up on the gossip.
Two of the men stopped directly in front of Bryce and Luke. The third walked around Bryce and Luke, and then turned around so as to stand directly behind Luke. There was no hiding the attempt at intimidation.
Luke was too terrified to say anything. He was terrified of it all, the men, the situation, knowing somehow he had been discovered, the possibility he might secretly welcome what was about to happen. Instead, it fell to Bryce: "So what can we do you for, fellas?" The fool.
"We need to borrow your friend here for a bit," the masked man standing in front of them, on Bryce's right, answered. "We're just going to go back to his apartment now."
Bryce's eyes shot nervously towards Luke, as if he was expecting or needing Luke to say something. But Luke was not obliging. "I'm sorry, but we're planning a day at the sci fi convention downtown. You can ah, feel free to come with us though. I mean, you're pretty much already dressed for it. With just a little bit more work, you'd be absolutely smashing for Watchmen, V for Vendetta, maybe even--"
A jab from Luke's elbow stopped Bryce from going further. Finally finding some words to throw at the situation, Luke tried civility. "I'm sorry guys, I don't think I know you, and my friend and I really do have plans for today, but let me give you my number and maybe you can send a text or something explaining what this is about. Does that sound good?"
"It does," said the masked man on the left. "It does at that," agreed the friend next to him.
"But you know what sounds better?" asked the man behind Luke. Suddenly, with surprising speed Luke found the man had grabbed both his hands. "Taking care of you now." The man from the left approached and produced handcuffs, which he quickly and deftly locked around Luke's wrists, behind his backs.
"What the fuck?" Bryce called out, having had to step out of the way. "Whatever you guys are, you're not cops, you can't do this!" Immediately Bryce took out his phone to dial 911. But then he looked down and saw that it was dead, as if it had a drained battery. But it was still early in the day, and he had left his place with it fully charged, he knew.
  "Legs out," one of the men instructed Luke, tapping the inside of both of Luke's feet with his boot.
  "You can't fucking do this, this is broad fucking daylight!" Bryce threatened, at close to maximum volume.
"Yell like that again, and you will find out exactly how much we can do." The words were stated so matter-of-factly Bryce visibly shrank back, terrified.
Two of the men in the head-to-toe leathers were now tending to Luke. The one standing in front of him undid his belt, the one standing behind him pulled his pants down, right there on the street.
"Luke, what's going on?" Bryce called out.
Ignoring him, the man standing in front of Luke produced an object. "This is an impromptu initial training module. Just until we can get you set up. This is the front, it fits on, this is the rear, it fits in, and basically once it's attached if I so much as blink hard, you will feel the worst pain you have ever experienced in your life. Understand?" Only belatedly did Bryce understand the function of the object's shape, with a ring in front, and a bar leading to the back that curved at a hinge terminating in a ball that apparently fit inside.
The hooded man handed the object to the one standing behind Luke, who had already slid down Luke's underwear beneath his ass right there on the sidewalk. Luke, for his part, just looked like he was going to cry.
"Holy shit, you can't be serious," Bryce shouted. 
The man standing in front of Bryce put up a cautionary hand. "We brought two, just in case."
"How can this be happening?" Bryce glanced up and down the street. It was still relatively early, but here and there a few shopkeepers were opening up their storefronts. In the distance, an early-rising married couple were taking a stroller into the nearby park.
Bryce looked back toward Luke in time to see him grimace as the ball of the device slid up him and disappeared inside his bare ass. "Guys, this is assault," Bryce started back. "You can't do this."
"Please," Luke managed, looking like he wanted to cry.
  The man standing in front, who somehow managed behind his latex mask something like the look of a stern but patient father, pulled up Luke's jeans, and then zipped, and buttoned them. He didn't bother with the belt. "You're in the atlas."
He said it as if that explained everything.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Luke now started to softly cry.
"Guys, I have money," Bryce tried. "Seriously, just let me go to an ATM and you can have, like, all of it--"
"Oh," said the figure of leather and latex standing in front of Luke. "You didn't realize."
  "What?" Luke said, beneath his tears.
"You thought all the images you were creating with the AI, with all its complex modeling of your core desires, just existed on your computer."
"Fuck!" Luke cried out.
"No, everyone else on the system can see it. We can see your preferences, we can see their evolution, we can see the underlying data points of intensity, frequency, the minutiae, even, of your emotional response to it all."
Suddenly the man still standing behind Luke piped up, leaning in toward his ear. "To be honest, matters had reached the point where it would have been rude to go on ignoring you."
Bryce could tell the man standing in front of Luke, whom he now took to be the leader, was grinning inside his hood. "So the actual truth is that none of what has happened just now is at all unwanted."
"Fuck you!" Bryce roared.
"No it isn't," Luke answered, meekly. "Bryce, it's okay, you can go on."
"No way in Hell."
Ignoring Bryce, the lead man addressed Luke again. "You've not been listening to the binaurals on the mp3 player and headset you were given the other day, have you? If you had, you would be much more pliant and calm, and there'd be no need for any of this drama."
"I," Luke struggled but spat it out, "I was worried that it would control me."
"Well yes, that is rather the point," chuckled the man beneath his glossy black hood.
"Guys," said the third man, still standing between Bryce and the rest, "Can we get a move on? I can feel that breakfast burrito coming on."
"So," answered the leader, responding to his friend but addressing Luke, "We're going to go back to your place. We're going to do a little bit of work on your shower. We actually consulted the floor plans of your building so we have a pretty good idea of what we need to do. And then you're going to, quite literally, live the dream. How does that sound?"
Luke was silent. Tears were rolling down his cheeks.
"Luke?" Bryce called out. "I still don't understand any of this."
The lead man now looked at Bryce, and immediately Bryce wished he had said nothing. "Well, if you really want to, you can come back with us, you just have to behave yourself."
  With that, the leader nodded. The second man produced another set of handcuffs and stepped behind Bryce. Briefly Bryce struggled but he was surprised by how strong the man was. His wrists were pressed together behind his back and locked in place.
  "And a bit extra for this one?" The leader nodded to the third man, who produced from ouf of the duffle what looked like a bondage gag complete with a plastic piece that fit in the mouth. But there was no strap, instead it looked like there was an adhesive that attached it to the skin around the mouth.
"Motherfu--"Bryce began, but a gloved hand pinched his nose, forcing his mouth open, and another pressed the leather square against his mouth. The hard piece was forced between his teeth.
"There, so much better. Then let's head back to the apartment and get properly acquainted with our new friends," said the leader, patting the quietly sobbing Luke on the shoulder.
"Finally," said the third man. "Not a moment too soon. I should have known to hold off on the chipotle peppers."
   With that, they started making their way back to the apartment. And all around them, people were leaving their buildings, walking their dogs, going out for coffee or groceries, and paying the five men no mind.
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The evolution of Wednesday Addams (2)
I saw in a few big articles online people write about how the Wednesday from the 1960s sitcom was “changed” from Chas Addams’ original concept, and how the 90s movies returned to the “true roots” of the character. To that I will disagree heavily: Wednesday Addams, as played by Lisa Loring is actually a more fitting adaptation of the original Wednesday. 
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In the sitcom, the character of Wednesday was designed to play fully on the idea of a “creepy child”. She is creepy because she has morbid and unnerving interests: she keeps a beheaded doll named Marie-Antoinette in honor of the French Revolution (that her grandma told her about) and likes to bury her in the graveyard ; she likes raising spiders as pets, her favorite one being named Homer ; she plays with explosives just like the other member of the family (and in fact gets into trouble for using her uncle’s explosives instead of her own)... 
But she is also a “child”. She is a full six-year old girl, with all the “six year old-girlishness” it implies. She is sweet-natured, friendly, gleeful. She is a ballerina who likes to dance (in a black tutu, of course), and she is innocent enough to not understand that a “family tree” is not an actual tree. This contrast is what makes her character: she is this cute little girl who plays with dolls... if only to recreate a version of Little Red Riding Hood where Little Red gets eaten by the wolf and dies. [Which in itself is actually, ironically, the original version - but Americans back in the 60s still had their dreams]. 
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Kept from the original cartoon too, beyond her quiet cheerful nature, is her sensitivity. She is an artistic child who likes to paint and write poems (even though they are quite disturbing ones), and she is very sensible when it comes to all sorts of child-beliefs and child-content. When she heard from a neighbor that witches weren’t real, she became really scared, until her family held a séance to invoke the ghost of their old aunt who was a witch ; and when she first discovered Grimm’s fairytales, where dragons were killed by knights, she ran crying into her room ; and there is an entire Christmas episode dedicated to making her believe in Santa Claus again. 
But one should not underestimate Wednesday Addams, because her sensibility makes her as much distressed and sad as it can make her fierce and angry. When a boy insulted her family, it was she who punched him in the eye (and not Pugsley as everybody believed), and she is deceptively strong as she can use martial arts to bring to the ground her own father. Let’s just say she is one tough little girl. 
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What else to say about Wednesday Addams? The sitcom identifies her middle name as “Friday”. She has a particular kinship with Lurch the butler, that she usually treats more as a friend than anything (she notably convinced him to dance ballet with her). The sitcom removed the occasional “bullying” of Pugsley so that the two are now siblings going along perfectly with each other (well... can the actions of the original Pugsley be even considered “bullying”? Since from Morticia’s point of view, it is clearly Wednesday who acts in an abnormal way for not attacking back...). And it was the first adaptation to have Wednesday’s hair be in braids (as I pointed out, in the original cartoon Wednesday’s hair isn’t braided). But beyond that I don’t have much to add, because in truth Wednesday was a secondary character of the series, which was much more focused on Gomez, Morticia and Uncle Fester. 
The only thing I could add comes from “Halloween with the New Addams Family”. It is definitively a... weird piece of media, but I have to bring it up as it is the special designe to conclude the original sitcom and that gathered back almost all of the original actors. And it is the only canon answer we have (for the 60s sitcom chronology) about the future of a grown-up Wednesday. Wednesday, now between 17 and 19 years old, is shown to be a student at a music academy, where she trains to master the piccolo (and she masters it well enough so that each sound she plays out of it breaks the glasses around). Her musical ear is also what later helps her family when she notices coded sound-messages being sent to her for help. Wednesday is still wearing a bigger model of her childhood dress but, in a fascinating way, the switch to color in this special makes it so that you can actually now see the actual colors of Wednesday. As in, in the sitcom her hair and dress seemed black due to the grey palette - but in the special, her dress is revealed to be blue and her hair brown. And she also still carries her beheaded Marie doll around as a young woman! Which is either cute or disturbing depending on how you see it...
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Latest book buys + some thoughts and short reviews under the cut??
Cursed pirate girl (vol 2) by Jeremy Bastian
I bought the first volume last year, and I really can’t get enough of the gorgeous art in this. Look at this!!! The minutious etching, the paneling, the way the speech bubbles play and change shapes on the pages….
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The story is a pirate girl looking for her legendary father in a mysterious world with a sea full of pirates and strange creatures. I’m a sucker for this kind of medieval inspired aesthetic and I am having a fantastic time. The look is so wonderful and weird, including in its narration, it’s definitely a unique one. A solid recommendation on my part!
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I also managed to get it signed hehe
Millenium Darling (Sennen Darling) vol 1-2 by Iwasawa Midori
In the 80s, a jock with a big heart is saved from a strange robot attack by a young clockmaker who turns him into an overpowered cyborg (as you naturally would!) that he names Millenium Darling. Then follows the battle against a series of mysterious robotic cyborg monsters powered by magic magatma stones.
Look, I shouldn’t even be surprised that I’m eating this shit up. It was tailor made for Me specifically. I mean, LOOK at this synopsis. The dynamic between the main duo feels good to read, the artstyle is full on 80s goodness despite it being a modern work, it’s fun, it’s kitschy, it’s queer, and I can’t wait for the next volume. I don’t think this one is available un english, though. But keep an eye out for this one!
Red riding hood’s wolf Apprentice - Final testament to the stars (vol 1) by Sayaka Mogi
This one caught my eye at the FIBD So I brought it home. It’s a coming of age story of two little werewolf twins. I don’t have much to say except that it’s pretty cute. I will try to get the next one to see where this is headed though.
#DRCL Midnight Children (vol 1) by Shin’ichi Sakamoto
The new manga by the master Shin’ichi Sakamoto, I cannot overstate how much I like his previous work Innocent and Innocent rouge… This one is a retelling of Dracula.As usual the art is gorgeous and detailed, the ambience is mysterious and even feels unreal at times in a way that he really knows how to nail. I’ve heard that he’s made a lot of changes from the original novel, but since I haven’t read it (…yet) I am going in completely blind on that part, but so far I am really liking it!
I saw his masterclass in Angouleme where he talked about his influences for this work. A world where beauty is slowly fading away, the advent of the modern world, the changing status of women in society at that time… Also Dracula looks like Michael Jackson and he likes to come in dancing. What can I say. It works and it’s so fucking good.
That’s it for this batch! I don’t have the ambition to make full fledged reviews so this is more like a stream of thought, but if you read it all, thank you! And I hope you saw something that interests you.
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For Thalia x Hawke - A steaming mug of something hot, pinned down and mirror sex. If you please <3
All riiiiiight I've resurrected this terribly mediocre ship for one night only!!
For @dadrunkwriting
WC: 2319
Rating: E for the smuts
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The mug of mulled wine steamed on the table between them. Thalia watched the vapor rise off it as an excuse not to look at him. Hawke had his own mug in front of him, also untouched. The silence between them extended as the Gull and Lantern’s minstrel tuned his lute. His last song, about Scout Lace Harding, had been off key. 
Hawke cleared his throat. “So. You got my letter.” 
So she had, a couple days earlier. She’d been perfectly baffled by it. Inquisitor, it had read, I really enjoyed having a drink with you the last time we were together. Perhaps you’d like to have a drink again. I’ll be staying in Redcliffe village for the next week, if you’re available.
South Reach was only a day’s ride away on the Imperial Highway, so Thalia had saddled her horse and left Garlic with her sister-in-law that morning. Now at evenfall, Hawke sat before her, looking much the same as he had the last time she’d seen him: still too tall and too muscly, the unkempt beard and hair hiding an otherwise handsome face. She chewed her lip. Getting an answer to her question almost certainly hadn’t been worth the effort to come here. 
Thalia picked up the mug and took a sip of the hot wine, sweet with honey and strong with cloves. 
“Did we?” she asked. “Have a drink together last time?” 
She watched Hawke flush a deep red, almost as vibrant as that strange bit of war paint he always insisted upon smearing across his nose. A forty year old man, playing dress up. 
“I don’t seem to recall that part,” Thalia continued. 
Hawke cleared his throat, averting his gaze. “Yes, well. I don’t know. Spies could be anywhere. And it sounded less absurd than ‘I fondly think back on the night your mabari bit me.’” 
“You think back on that night fondly?” Thalia asked, bemusement only deepening. 
Hawke looked at her sharply. “You don’t?” 
Thalia frowned, now worried they might have two very different memories of the night in question. “I’d assumed you’d—” She glanced around the tavern, which was full enough that the din drowned out their conversation, but his mention of spies had spooked her. He kept the hood up on his cloak and her prosthetic arm was well-hidden in hers. Her hair was much shorter than it had been when she’d been traipsing through Redcliffe those years ago, long enough that everyday citizens rarely recognized her by sight. Still, the Champion of Kirkwall was technically a wanted man. She had a penchant for those, it seemed. “I’d assumed it was perhaps something you’d wished to forget.” 
She had, certainly. A dumb, impulsive thing she still couldn’t quite believe she had done while half-mad with grief. A knot of guilt formed in her ribcage when she thought about it for too long, especially while living in the cottage she’d shared with Cullen. 
Hawke leaned back in his seat, his expression difficult to read. She didn’t know him very well — that was the truth. One could read a great man’s biography, and still come away understanding little about him. Varric had told her all about the phenomenon, and the burden of being a chronicler of history. The lies he put in there, to protect his friend. The lies he put into All This Shit Is Weird, to protect her. 
“Why on earth would you think that?” Hawke asked, more startled than ever. 
Thalia was beginning to regret coming. “You said I reminded you of your sister!” 
“Once. When we first met. When you were young and in over your head with all that Inquisition business. Certainly not when we were—”
He broke off for modesty’s sake, but Thalia’s memory filled in the blanks. Fucking on my living room floor, she wanted to supply, but didn’t dare voice the words. She sipped her wine demurely. Hawke’s grip tightened on the edge of the table. He had evidently not expected resistance from her. Which made her wonder what he had expected. 
“Anyway,” he cut in again with a twitchy smile. He was less charming than Varric’s book made him out to be, that much she had learned when they’d first met on the battlements of Skyhold. He carried too much pain for that. To be known as a hero, only to have so few of your actions matter. Thalia felt a small bit of pity for him, suddenly. “I just thought it would be nice to see you, that’s all.” 
He wants to do it again, Thalia realized, her face flushing hot. He sent the letter on a whim, unsure if she would show up, but show up she did. It was far too late in the evening to turn around and go back to South Reach; she’d be riding all night. So she’d have to stay here and leave in the morning, no matter what. He’d already told her he was staying here, had a room upstairs. The more she thought about it, the less surprised she was. 
“Does Varric know about this?” Thalia demanded. 
“Why would he know?”
“I don’t know.” She wasn’t sure why the idea made her so queasy.
“Why would he care?” Hawke leaned forward, his bright brown eyes searching her face. “He’s not my father. Nor yours.” 
Thalia stared deep into her mug of wine so she wouldn’t have to look at him.
“If anything,” Hawke continued in a musing tone, “I think he’d approve. I think he’d want us to be happy.”
“Oh, being happy, is that you’d call this?” Thalia shot back. “And not just desperately, pathetically lonely?”
For such a large man, Hawke shrank with impressive volume when hurt. His eyes grew distant as he drained his mug in one grimacing gulp. He slammed it down on the table with enough force to rock it, and lurched to his feet. “I see I have been made the fool once more, Lady Inquisitor. Forgive me for thinking you held me in higher esteem than it appears you do.” 
Well, now you’ve done it. Regret flooded through her. “Hawke. Hawke, wait.” 
He paid no mind, shouldering through the crowd. 
Thalia let out a sigh, but resisted the urge to go after him. She nursed the rest of her drink, growing warmer and more morose with each sip. When she finished, the minstrel seemed determined to butcher Andraste’s Mabari, and Thalia stood. She thought about finding the innkeeper and renting her own room for the night, but the thought depressed her even more. 
She left the tap room and ventured up the stairs, searching for the room number Hawke had casually dropped at the beginning of their conversation. She found the correct one and knocked before her shame could kick in. 
After a few minutes the door opened. Hawke filled it with his massive frame and leaned against it, scowling down at her. His face and ends of his hair were damp; cheeks and nose were pink from where he must have just scrubbed off that ridiculous war paint. He looks better without it, Thalia thought, her stomach flopping. 
“Yeah? Can I help you?” His posture and tone were not kind. 
“I wanted to apologize,” Thalia said quickly. “I was terribly rude before.”
“You certainly were.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest, biceps straining against the fabric of his tunic sleeve. 
She licked her lips. “Can I come in?”
His eyebrows shot upward. “What for?” 
Thalia felt herself blushing. She averted his gaze. “I’d rather not stand in a public space and argue with you, that’s all.” 
Hawke took a deep breath, held it, let it out slowly. “Right. It’d probably be all over the broadsheets by morning.” He opened the door wider and stepped aside. 
She stormed inside, and he closed the door with a firm click, leaning his weight against it. The Gull and Lantern had nice rooms: a wide featherbed with an embroidered cover dominated the room, and the stone walls were covered with oil paintings of the Ferelden elite. A full length mirror with a gilded frame stood in one corner, in front of which stood Hawke’s pack and belongings. But she didn’t come here to gawk at the decor. 
She turned to face him. Hawke stood before her, his expression stony. “Well? Have you come to keep throwing my feelings in my face, or do you wish to beg for forgiveness?”
Thalia swallowed thickly, her gaze straying to the bed. “Are those the only two options?”
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“As I was trying to say,” Thalia said, straddling his naked waist, “it’s just that I don’t know you very well.”
Hawke’s hands gripped her hips as he helped her line up with his erection. He chuckled. “And you don’t think this counts as getting to know each other?” 
“I don’t know what this counts as.” She inhaled as they pressed against each other. It was both a relief and terribly annoying to feel him inside her again. She wriggled for purchase — he was sitting at the side of the bed, her in his lap, kneeling on either side of him — and let out a sigh. “Maker. Okay.” 
“Just okay?” He rolled his hips against hers and leaned in for a kiss. “I’d like it to be a little better than that.”
Thalia pressed her hand against his chest and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the feel of him. “It’s just— last time, ah—” She matched his slow rhythm and felt a nice little ache spreading from her pelvis. “It took us awhile.” 
“And that’s why you’re on top this time, yes?” He nipped at her ear. “I can be a quick study.”
“Be that as it may,” Thalia said, breath growing shallow, “This isn’t normally something I do, you understand.”
“And what is ‘this’?”
“Sex.” Thalia gasped as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed. “With near strangers!”
“I wouldn’t say we’re that. We saved the world together, remember?”
“Mm. I suppose.” His chest was warm and sculpted, beneath the thick hair that covered it. She ran her palm along its contours. She had always found the largeness of his body comforting. 
“Survived the Fade, side by side.” Another slow, purposeful thrust, as he stroked her nipples with his thumbs. This drew a little cry from her; he grunted in appreciation. “I admired your tenacity then.” 
“You didn’t say anything.” She tested out how it felt to slowly raise herself up and down on her knees, feeling the length of him. Good. Pretty good. She shuddered pleasantly. 
“You were busy. And young. Fuck, yes, just like that.”
“I’m still young,” Thalia reminded him, the thrill of the encouragement mixing with her ire. Cullen had never sworn when they made love. 
“Younger than now. And I was full of bitterness, grievances.” He adjusted her, tried a different angle. Better, she thought. Maker, I think I’m enjoying this. 
“Well, what a coincidence—” She gasped, grinding against him. “Now I’ve got those too.”
“So it works?”
“Maybe.” She was growing impatient. She shifted, and with better leverage, began to bounce harder and faster, abandoning pretense, her breaths coming in short gasps. 
“Bloody hell—” Hawke yelped. He leaned back, groaning. He fell flat on the bed, and Thalia gleefully straddled his waist and rode him, her breasts heaving. He cursed and muttered her name and pawed at her. “Fuck,” she said back, trying it out. Crude, but she liked it, if she allowed herself to, this messy copulation with a man she barely knew. She thought maybe she could bring them both to climax like this, call the deed done, but she slowed before they reached the tipping point, her knees betraying her. She sat back a little, her one good hand splayed on his panting stomach, hair obscuring her face, and tried to catch her breath.
“You’re real gaatlok when you get going, you know that?” Hawke demanded.  
Thalia bit her lip. “Thanks. I think.” She felt strangely shy all of a sudden, which was absurd because he was cupping her breasts and moving slowly inside her to get her going again. “Do you think — we can get there together this time?”
Hawke smirked. She didn’t see him smile much, and she had to admit the softening of his face made him more attractive. “We’re the Inquisitor and the Champion of Kirkwall. I believe in us.”
“I don’t think our previous accomplishments qualify us for this task.”
“Not with that attitude.”
She laughed, genuinely surprised at his humor. Garrett Hawke had always seemed so dour to her, preoccupied with the world and all its failings. Her laughter died, however, when he reached between her legs and found a certain spot with his thumb he had massaged last time on her living room floor. She gasped. “Oh, Maker….”
“Why don’t we try it?” he asked, putting some pressure there. Thalia bucked against him, causing them both to moan. 
“That isn’t fair,” Thalia whined, meeting his crescendoing pace, feeling herself losing more and more control. 
“Why? You think you’re the only one who can drive someone wild?”
Words were lost after that, lost to panting and grunting and epithets hissed through teeth. “Hawke,” she said, like an accusation; because that felt impersonal, she tried, “Garrett.” He returned the favor, saying her name fervently, like a prayer. 
Just as she felt herself about to slip over, she arched her back and threw her head back into the feeling. It was then she caught a full reflect of herself curled around him in the full length mirror. “Sweet Andraste!” she cried in horror. 
Hawke angled his head, amused. “So that’s what we look like.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. How unseemly.”
“You don’t think we look thrilling?”
“Certainly not!”
“Keep looking,” Hawke urged, and Thalia, too absorbed to disengage, obliged. 
She begrudgingly admitted it had a certain appeal, after. 
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