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animewhoree2 · 1 year

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MW2 Boys & Their Kinks

mmmm. yea. that's it. female reader bc i love boobs, but do lmk if anyone wants any other kind of reader i'm open to that!! i wanted this to be better but its kind of trash because your girl doesnt know how to write snippets.

i’m down to write a part 2 just lmk ig?

length: 1k

content warning: knife play!, daddy kink!, bondage!, choking, p-in-v (duh), grinding, riding, dominant reader in rudy's section, slight exhibitionism(?), car sex... hehe

spanish translations: "dilo de nuevo"- say it again

Simon "GHOST" Riley

mans is into knife play

cannot change my mind

definitely was scared to bring it up because he didn't want to scare you away

was utterly shocked when you got excited

it's not an everyday practice but you both do it every now and again

i know damn well if he ever cuts any clothes off he'll immediately say "i'll buy you a new one"

"Simon-" You groaned after he sliced through your panties. He rolled his eyes before diving in, your brain quickly forgetting about the destroyed article of clothing.

He was lapping at your pussy, eating you out like he's never had anything so good in his life. The mask was barely off as he had just gotten home, so you struggled to grab onto something. Your hands fisted the bedsheets while your back arched off the mattress.

"I'm close-" You whispered before he pulled away leaving you whining. He pulled his combat knife out of his pocket, putting the dull side to your neck.

"Good girls don't complain when they're about to get fucked," He said roughly, only pulling his pants down far enough to get his cock out. You nodded against the blade, feeling yourself get wetter. He pushed in slowly, causing him to groan. You bit your lip, throwing your head back at the feeling.

"Careful sweetheart, don't wanna cut yourself." He snickered before deliviering a hard thrust.

Johnny "SOAP" MacTavish

not full-on exhibitionist but has tendencies

likes everyone to know your his

everyone knows you're off limits but like-

will give you hickies and hide all ur makeup and make sure you can't cover them up if you wanted to

definitely makes you scream so everyone can hear

You, Johnny, and the task force were out for drinks. It was supposed to be a night in but last minute the boys wanted to go out and poor Johnny could have one too many sometimes. But you were planning to get your brains fucked out until it was late as hell and you were sitting in a booth bored out of your mind. You loved seeing him have fun but you also wanted your time with him. And you were extremely horny. He was busy all week, leaving you by yourself, which after him, was hard to finish the job. He had his phone in front of him while chatting about something with the guys, so you shot him a text.

I'm horny.

That's all you said. All you needed to say, actually. Because he looked down and immediately looked at you, with a raised eyebrow. You gave him puppy dog eyes to try and persuade him, and that's exactly what you did.

"S'cuse me lads, gotta take care of something really quick," He winked at them before grabbing your wrist and leading you out to the car. You were in the backseat, making out in no time, as he slid your jeans off far enough. You unbuckled his pants, stroking his cock as soon as you could get your hands inside his boxers.

"'m sorry, didn't even cross my mind. I'll make it up to you," He whispered, breaking away from the kiss. He kissed down your neck before pushing you back so he could be between your thighs.

Let's just say it was not "really quick". The whole squad stared at the fogged-up car when they left the bar, placing bets on what went down.

Alejandro "DADDY" Vargas (thats all i got)

daddy kink 110%

also would love you tied up?

begging him?

"please daddy please"

bye

deceased

You guys were at some fancy banquet to get intel. So naturally, Alejandro wore a suit and you wore an evening dress. With a slit. That showed off cleavage. You just looked so gorgeous it was hard for him to remember why you both were here.

But a couple hours later, your wrists were tied to the hotel bed frame with his tie from tonight as he stood over you. He had just stopped going down on you after you came three times. You were already losing your mind, your brain practically mush. He wasn't much older than you but something in you just made it slip out.

"You ready princessa?"

"Yes daddy," He paused, dick in hand, right at your entrance before slowly looking up at you.

"Dilo de nuevo." He said firmly. You just looked up at him, through your lidded eyes, already fucked out,

"Please, fuck me daddy," You practically whined out. If you had any sense of self left you might be embarassed. But he groaned and thrust into you hard when he heard that fall from your lips.

Rodolfo "RUDY" Parra

you can't tell me this man isn't a full on switch

like he can be firm with you but some days...

he just wants to be the little bottom baby he is

and we love that

we love a man who lets his partner TREAT HIM RIGHT!!!

he loves praise too...

"Who's my good boy?" You asked, pausing from the rocking of your hips to grab his chin and lean down. His expression was unforgetable and his noises egged you on. He nodded, trying to find the words.

"Words honey, I need to hear you." You said softly, kissing down his neck.

"M-me. I am. I'm your good boy-" He stuttered. You could tell edging him all night was taking a toll on him. But you couldn't help it. His whines and moans had you dripping.

You picked up your pace again, bouncing on his cock while your hands held on to his shoulders. You could tell he was becoming impatient with the way his hips would buck into yours.

"You close?" He nodded again, trying to speak but only moaning instead. You leaned down and nibbled on his ear before telling him to cum inside you. His eyes shot open and looked at you with bewilderment. You continued your rapid pace, while he was still trying to process what you said. But you felt his dick twitch and you smiled to yourself before he painted your walls white.

#call of duty smut #mw2 smut #ghost x reader #soap x reader #alejandro x reader #rudy x reader

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doromoni · 9 months

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Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer! reader

Max Verstappen x photographer! reader

Part 3.

fanfic + smau fic

y/n faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warning: angst , mild swearing , implications of cheating(?)

!song credits belong to Julia Micheals alone

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

You were never the patient kind , I could tell. You also didn’t like sharing — to this day I still grimace to the memory of your shouts that time I wore your hoodie when it rained out; I didn’t understand your anger … you hated that hoodie. You said that it was yours , you didn’t want it , but it was still yours. I was in shock, yet you could never do wrong in my eyes , always perfect and always kind.

There were times when your words were ugly and crass — more often than I would like to admit. I could understand french , did you know? I heard you mutter “la pute” under your breath when I didn’t want to go out partying 3 nights in row. I was hurt , did you notice? Did you look back? I didn’t see , the tears were blocking my vision.

Your friends pitied me when you took off with another girl from the party you invited me too— petit and brunette, you did have a type. I should be humiliated, I should’ve cried, but all I felt was the cold that numbness provided.

I guess, I should thank you, because if you haven’t left me, your friends wouldn’t have helped. Oh, did you know? your friends and I got along great; I knew that we were going to be the bestest of friends the moment they said “ I’m sorry about Charles. My name is Daniel , that’s Lando and this is Max, we were about to leave and get some ice cream , wanna join?” His lie was obvious, but I didn’t point it out — I only smiled and said “Sure , but only if it’s the cheap kind” because another expensive object forced into my hands is the last thing I needed.

We then found ourselves in the parking lot of McDonald’s — dressed in couture priced at hundreds and thousands of dollars on top of an Aston Martin, eating soupy ice cream from half empty McFlurry cups and munching on mostly soggy fries. We were laughing about nothing and everything. I was having the time of my life . I felt the cold wind of Monaco’s evening breeze in my hair as mindless chatter filled the air. It felt nice.

I did not think of you. You never once came to mind. That was the first time where I didn’t fucking care. I felt … free.

I sensed someone nudge my side, It was Max . “You grew quite, are you alright?” He asked , his eyes filled with concern ; I never knew that eyes could be that blue. I smiled and gave him a nod, and to my surprise a fry was suddenly pushed into my mouth. The only thought in my mind then was how salty the fries were and how beautiful the smile that adorned the face of the dutch racer was.

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y/n_stills. EMILIAN! how mean >:((

charles_leclerc Mate, is that y/n?

charles_leclerc She’s with you? She said she was busy.

y/n_stills. 30m

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maxverstappen1 : im sorry~ liebling, please let me hug you :((

y/n_stills. No

charles_leclerc Y/N?!

charles_leclerc You said you were busy, what the fuck is this then?

charles_leclerc please answer your phone, pick up my calls.

charles_leclerc i swear y/n… pick up the phone.

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F1wags Max and Y/N spotted at singer-songwriter y/f/n’s concert!!

A fan had seen both max and y/n arriving together in Max’s Aston Martin at the concert hall earlier this evening, It was reported that the two were hand in hand as they were escorted towards backstage and stopping to sign autographs for fans who recognized them.

During the Formula 1 summer break, these two were mostly silent until the most recent post of Y/N that features a mystery man - whom she called “my hero” to which Max left a 💙 in the comments. Could the unnamed guy be Max? Is Y/N finally an official wag?

Even before Max, fans have speculated something going on between Y/N and Charles — more than a employer:employee relationship. Yet nothing was confirmed or made official by the Ferrari driver.

Nevertheless, Y/N has been a staple at the paddock and is loved by both fans, drivers, and motorhomes alike.

Admin: We love Y/N so much it hurts >:((

tagged : maxverstappen1 and y/n_stills.

user1 WHAT?? Max and Y/N? I didn’t see that coming… yet they surprisingly suit each other ngl

user2 Ikr they oddly complement each other and the height difference?? they got me so softtt.

user1 grumpy x sunshine on track ~ they’re so cute!

user3 lmao off track these two are just crack x crack @user1

user1 facts, imagine them together with Lando and Daniel … complete and utter chaos.

user4 Charles and Y/N weren’t dating? Bruh fumbled and lost a 10. Should’ve bagged her when you had the chance.

user1 much like his team , his strategy failed.

user4 @user1 Lmao , and Red bull is here to overtake 🤭

user5 everything is clicking omg. It makes sense! Y/N is close to Max’s sisters and surprisingly Jos!

user6 dude imagine being bffs with your boyfriend’s dad. I swear everyone just loves y/n and if you don’t. That’s a you problem.

user7 oof big L for Charles 😭 , yo girl went to the enemy .

user8 well its a fact that villains love harder, I support you y/n! get the most payed athlete on the grid .Girl get the bag!

user9 tbh I never was a supporter of the Y/N and Charles ship… It felt one sided?

user10 @user9 I thought I was the only one! It felt like Y/N was always pushed to the side or smth.

user8 they’re both glowing in their recent posts~ must be nice to have someone. ha ha ha im not lonely at all.

landonorris they didn’t invite me, again.

user1 lando what are you doing on a wag page??

user2 what do you mean again… so this ain’t new huh. Interesting

user3 so it’s basically true, They are together! confirmed. I wont take no for an answer

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📍 AO Arena , Manchester

The light had again started to dim, only a single spotlight shone — illuminating my most dearest friend. A familiar arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back into their warmth . Sighing with content as I melted into his embrace

“How are you feeling , liebling?” Max whispered in my ear, drawing mindless circles around my waist . I couldn’t answer, as I was too overwhelmed with peace and comfort. I could only fall deeper in his embrace and letting my head lean on his shoulder. Feeling the soothing beating of his heart as my back pressed into him.

“alright everyone, I want to sing one last song. This one is not written by me, but my dearest and longest friend, y/n! She’s actually in the audience today. This song is dedicated to the person who she opened her heart to after going through every hardship she faced, and I was made aware that the certain person is here with her tonight. This song … It’s too beautiful not to share with the world. Y/N im sorry for putting you on the spot , I know how this song means so much to you. You deserve all the happiness and love in this world. You finally found it.”

Hearing what what y/f/n had said , my pulse grew quicker and my throat grew dry, yet I didn’t pull away from Max’s embrace. I wasn’t sure if I wanted for him to hear what I in wrote that song. That song held the contents of my heart, holding nothing back; baring my soul in each word. I laid all my cards for him to see.

“The summer before you

I thought love was Shakespearean

More or less a painful experience

Only ever real if you're delirious

The summer before you

I let it take up very little oxygen

Nowhere I'd rest my head, more like an ottoman

Never had someone like you to treat me like Solomon

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

The summer before you

You can't spell "drama" with consonants

And I admit, I usually was the cause of it

Now here we are, you got me changing all of it

Slow me down, I want you too

It's different when it comes to you

Hey, yeah

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Yeah, little did I know

You would be the one that would save me

Learn how to change me

Little did I know

Oh-ooh, just look at you, can you blame me?

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

The summer before you

I thought love was Shakespearean

More or less a painful experience

Only ever real if you're delirious

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Yeah, little did I know

You would be the one that would save me

Learn how to change me

Little did I know

Oh-ooh, just look at you, can you blame me?

Oh-oh-oh, little (yeah) did I know (did I know)

Oh-oh-oh (oh), little did I know (did I know)

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know that it could feel like this (yeah)

Oh-oh-oh, little, every time I got you on my lips (hey)

The summer before you”

Shouts and claps filled the stadium, but it grew deaf in our ears as we stood frozen in time- the beating of our hearts beating louder than ever. Then suddenly, I was again staring at the bluest of eyes that reflected every emotion and this time they were filled with unshed tears. My hand shook as I slowly lifted my palm to his cheeks.

“Do you mean it?” His voice soft , filled with yearning and hope . Slowly leaning his forehead against mine.

“Every last word” I whispered.

Then his lips finally met mine. We didn’t have to say it, we both knew that we were each other’s.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Little did I know , it was you before I ever decided. Little did I know it could feel like this.

Thank you for waiting for me , my love💙

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maxverstappen1 I would’ve waited for eternity if you needed me to, my Liebling 💙

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“CHARLES! Are you alright?!”

“Mom, what have I done… I lost her. I lost y/n”

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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I’m sorry…(Trouble Chapter 4)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 3043

Warnings: smut, fingering, praise, angst, fluff, possessiveness, jealously, homophobia, secret relationships, R’s parents being assholes

Series here:

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

It had been nearing a week since the last time Nat called you, talked to you or even looked at you. You felt hopeless and alone, she had never been this distant with you, what did you do wrong? Whenever you tried thinking of all the possibilities of what you might’ve done to upset her, you came up empty. It had been dragging you down all week, and everyone had noticed it.

“So, Y/N, I was talking to our neighbor. You know Mrs. Barnes, right?” You nodded with a mouthful of food, putting a finger to your lips to signal to wait.

“Yeah, I know her. Her son is in a few of my classes.” She smiled between bites, giving hinting glances to your father who sat on the other end of the table. You were too caught up in your own mind, you couldn’t notice the clear meaning behind their shared looks.

“Well, she’s told me that her son is single. We thought it’d be perfect to set up a little something for you two.” Your head shot up, your angered expression not matching your mother's cheerful one.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t give me that look. Trust me, you’ll love it! We can go shopping for a pretty dress and you can get all dazzled up, you’ll look so beautiful.” Were you not beautiful without the dress or makeup? Apparently not, that’s only what boys cared about anyways.

“Mom, I appreciate it but I don’t really like Bucky like that.” You tried stating calmly, only for your annoyance to grow the more she spoke.

“Why not? He’s a very handsome young man, you two would look so cute together. Don’t you think, Y/F/N?”

“Your mother is right, Y/N. You need to stop staying inside all day and go out. Make friends, go on dates, have fun for once.” You sighed, your appetite suddenly lessening as the thought of eating alone made you nauseous.

“Darling, you need to do more with your life besides sitting in your room and writing or drawing or whatever you do up there in that cave of yours. You’re 18, you’re not getting any younger.” It hurt hearing the words come from your own parents, the people who were supposed to love you. Nat’s words ran through your head, maybe she was right, maybe she was the only one that actually loved you. And you ruined it without even knowing.

“I’m sorry but I don’t want to go out with him, I don’t want to date anyone. I don’t want a high school sweetheart like you guys, I want freedom.”

“Y/N, no boy is going to want to date you when you’re old. They want a young, pretty girl to have their children, why do you always have to go against everything we say? Why do you always feel the need to start an argument? Can you not just listen to your own parents for once?” You quickly shoveled in the rest of the food, not caring to ask if you could leave the table and immediately standing up to head to your room. Your parents called after you, disappointment and angered words leaving their lips. It brought tears to your eyes, why couldn’t they just love you? Were you that unlovable?

Your body collided with the bed, the soft mattress almost immediately readjusting to your body and hugging you softly. You let it all go, all the frustration and worries turned into tears that quickly turned into loud sobs. You wished Nat would be here to hold you, take care of you. But she wasn’t. She hated you. And it was all your fault. You’d sit here, drowning in your sorrows and hoping that she’d at least call. Some would say you were acting dramatic, but they must’ve never known what love feels like.

Nat sat parked outside of your house, the limited light making it nearly impossible for anyone to see her there. She wanted to talk to you, not apologize, just talk. She didn’t think you deserved an apology after what you did. You knew it would hurt her and you still went out with Kate.

She got out of the musty car filled with smoke looming in the air and walked to the side of the building. She could see your light on and took her chance, using the firewood your father left out to her advantage. She stood on top of it, mentally thanking her height which let her just barely reach the first-floor roof. She was lucky your room was connected to it as she knocked on your window, seeing a figure through the blinds almost jump up. You knew who it was, Nat was the only person who’d ever climb the side of your house so idiotically. You rushed to unlock your windows and open them, seeing Nat’s beautiful face smiling back at yours.

“Nat!” You quickly covered your mouth to try and minimize the sound you made, fearing your parents would somehow hear you. “What are you doing here?”

“What? Am I not allowed to see my favorite girl?” She let herself into your room, knowing you’d let her in anyways. She cupped your cheeks in both of her hands, staring down at you and licking her lips.

“I missed you, baby.” Her voice was hushed and her breath reeked of cigarettes. You feared it was another high of hers, she’d act like she cared for you and then would forget everything she said the morning after.

“Are you seriously high again?” She chuckled and shook her head, grinning at the cute pout that painted your face.

“No, I’m not high. I only had a few cigs, nothing too dangerous.” You let out a relieved sigh, trying to fight the urge to have her in your arms but failing. Your tears returned as your wrapped both arms around her large form, your head resting on her chest as she cradled you closely.

“Shh, it’s okay.” She kissed the top of your head, smelling the sweet shampoo that she loved so much.

“What did they do?” She sat down on your bed, pulling you close to sit on her lap. Your legs were over her side as she used her thumb to wipe the tears pooling out of your eyes. You told her everything, failing to notice the angered expression she held.

“I swear, I’m going to fucking kill them.”

“It’s okay, Natty, it’s not your fault.” You both sat in comfortable silence, the only sound being the sniffling coming from your nose and the hiccups leaving your mouth. She had almost forgotten the entire reason she came to your house until you spoke once more,

“Natty?.” She gave a hum in response, signaling for you to go on.

“Are you mad at me?” Her silence was all the answer you needed. But you still wondered why, why was she mad at you? What did you do wrong?

“I’m sorry for whatever I did, I really don’t know what I did wrong.” She almost broke when hearing the soft and apologetic tone you used on her.

“I don’t want you hanging out with that girl anymore.” She muttered, but you could still hear her. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you had a feeling who she meant but why did she hate her so much?

“With Kate? But, Nat-”

“Don’t ‘but’ me, Y/N, you know what you did. And you couldn’t fucking even tell me.” She paused, releasing a troubled breath and flaring her nose, “Do you like her?” The question took you by surprise but you couldn’t deny there were small feelings there, ones you’d never tell Nat about.

“What? No! Of course not! She’s, just a friend.” She didn’t seem to believe you, but you couldn’t blame her, you couldn’t even believe your own lie.

“I want you to promise me something.”

“Of course. Anything.” She looked you dead in the eyes, her anger settling for something warmer and sweeter when seeing you.

“I want you to promise me that you’ll never talk to, go near, or even think about her. I don’t want you around Kate, she’s not good for you.” Your eyes widened at her words, the thought of losing Kate wasn’t one you liked, but losing Nat would be even worse. You were a wreck without her for only a few days, you couldn’t even imagine how crushed you’d be if you lost her again. So, you had to agree, it was the only thing you could do.

“But, what if I lose you again? Kate she- she doesn’t do the things you do. With her I can actually talk and not just be shut down, it’s nice, you know?” You regretted your words the second they left your mouth, Nat clearly didn’t like them either.

“What, so you don’t want me anymore? I’m too much for you?”

“No, that’s not what I-”

“Listen to me, Y/N, you’re mine. And so what if I have an occasional smoke, at least I’m actually having fun instead of hiding all day doing nothing. Kate is not good for you, she ruins people. I don’t want to see that happen to you. I would hate to see you get hurt because of your own stupid decisions.” Her statement reminded you of your own parents, were you really that boring that you couldn’t even break loose every now and then? Maybe that’s why she’s too embarrassed to have you around. Because she doesn’t want anyone to see her with someone like you.

“Tell me, baby, who do you belong to?” She was standing in front of the end of the bed now, you stuck in your old position. You held your hands in your lap and picked at your fingernails as the emotions that were bottled up started to arise. When getting no response, she tried again.

“I won’t ask you again, who do you belong to?” You sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with her as you muffled your response.

“You.”

“What was that?” She teased further, your voice only rising as you spoke again.

“I belong to you and only you, Nat.” She hummed, nodding her head slowly in agreement. She cupped your cheeks like earlier, this time leaning in close but not just letting your lips touch, she was waiting for you to make the move. You reluctantly did, pressing your mouth against hers for a short yet passionate kiss. Before you could pull her back in for more, she moved back.

“Nat-”

“Shh, just let me do all the work, okay?” You were pushed down onto the bed as you watched Nat remove her leather jacket along with her shirt. Her denim jeans were next to go, leaving her to be left in nothing but her bra and panties. You were still fully clothed, until she sat next to you on the bed, ridding you of your shirt and soon your pajama pants. Your bra was already been removed when you had gotten dressed, your freed nipples hardening as the cold air hit them. Your legs clenched together as she played with the hem of your panties, slowly dipping a finger in to feel your warmth.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.” She whispered, her breath ragged and short.

“Is this all for me, Y/N?” You nodded as it became too hard to speak, the fear of accidentally releasing a noise too loud and your parents hearing overcoming you. She seemed to understand and didn’t push any further. Her other hand played with your neglected breasts, running her fingertips over the buds gently. Her hips thrusted into the air, her arousal pooling in her damp panties when hearing your light moans. You had such an effect on her, she didn’t understand it but you did things to her nobody has ever done before. You made her feel cared for and loved while making her horny as ever, it was unbelievable.

“You’re so beautiful, have I ever told you that?” She had, but this was the first time she seemed to mean it when she wasn’t high. She wasn’t one to give compliments, but whenever she said them, meaningful or not, it made your heart melt.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and you’re all fucking mine.” Her digits teased your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as you soaked her fingers. She pulled them out of your undergarments, licking the two digits and moaning at the taste of your juices.

“You taste so good, love.” She pulled down your panties, you lifted your hips to help her in the process. Her eyes widened when seeing you bare, your precious cunt on display for her. She licked her lips as her fingers found their way back to your needy clit, her mouth finding place on your breasts. She circled your nipple with her tongue, your head tossing back as your hands grasped the sheets beneath you. You’d never felt so good before, not even from your own fingers. You had guessed Nat had practice before, the thought only made you envy whoever it was who got to be with her first. You always expected your first to be a man, but you also never expected to meet someone like Nat who’d change everything for you in just a few months.

She could feel how tense you were, and no matter how needy you were, she couldn’t get you to relax in her hold.

“Hey, relax. It’s okay, I’ll be gentle. If you need me to stop I will, just tell me, I won’t be mad.” The soft side of her calmed you down like a breath of fresh air. You needed her and she needed you just as much.

“I’m ready, Natty. Please, I want you to touch me.” She nodded, hesitantly pressing her lips onto yours and savoring the feeling. Oh, how she’d never get sick of those plump lips of yours. She pressed her forehead against yours, the tips of your noses hitting just barely. You felt her fingers prodding at your hole, begging to feel you. You gulped down your worries and nodded, almost instantly feeling two digits slide into your tight cunt. She didn’t move, instead letting you get adjusted to them and kissing you apologetically when you hissed in pain. She wanted to kiss your neck and paint your skin with her marks, but she knew she couldn’t. She could only ever mark you as hers where no one could see, her love for you would always have to stay hidden, even from you.

“You- shit! You can move now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes just- please! Please fuck me, Nat.” She didn’t say anything, instead doing as you asked and slowly sliding her fingers in and out of you. Your whimpers and whines only encouraged her to quicken her pace. As much as she tried to be gentle, it was nearly impossible to hold back.

“God, please! I just wanna- fuck, I wanna ruin you, baby. Wanna make you mine, show everyone you belong to me.”

“Please mark me, Nat, please. I don’t care if they can see it, just want you everywhere.” She compiled, moving her head towards your chest and kissing down to your nipples before leaving a small purplish hickey. She admired it as if it was gold, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it and she never planned on doing so.

“Shh, you don’t want your daddy coming in here and seeing his daughter all spread out for me, right? I can see the look on his face already, he would be so disappointed in you, such a shame.” Her words didn’t register in your brain, you were too out of it to even think. Your mouth formed an O shape as she thrusted into you repeatedly, a pit forming in the bottom of your stomach as you came closer and closer to the edge.

“Nat! I’m gonna-” Her hand covered your mouth to silence you. As much as she wanted to listen to your moans on repeat for hours on end, she knew there was no way she could without you being caught.

“Cum for me, Y/N, cum all over me.” She hid her head in your neck, sucking the skin softly, completely forgetting her rule of no marks that could be seen. Your coil snapped, your juices soaking her digits as she let you ride out your high.

“Good girl, baby, you did so well for me.” She takes a deep breath, the words she wanted to say were begging to get out, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t admit it. She worried that once she let you know how she felt, you’d leave her. She knew it was no excuse to hurt you, but she couldn’t help it. And deep down she knew you’d never take advantage of her, but it still was a fear she’d always have.

“I love you so much, Y/N. So, so much.” It felt relieving to get the words that had been haunting her mind out. She had only told you so when she was high out of her mind, but now, she was sober and she truly meant it.

“I love you too, Natty. I love you more than anything in the world.” She kissed you gently, easing her fingers out of your hole slowly as to not hurt you. She placed her digits against your mouth, dragging your lower lip down and making you taste yourself. You sucked on her fingers, staring up at her as she smiled back at you. You were so beautiful, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you.

“I’m sorry about everything, love, I promise I’ll change. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.” Before she could lie down next to you, a loud knock interrupted you both. She jumped to try and grab her clothes, but it was too late.

“Y/N, me and your mother wanted to-” He stopped in his steps, staring at the scene in front of him with widened eyes. Anger and disappointment took over him. You and Nat shared a look of fear, you were fucked.

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The White Knight - Chapter Two

-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER

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Summary: Although the search for your future husband has been put on hold, you still feel like your whole life you are being pushed around by the men in your life. None of them truly care about what you want.. except for one.

Words: 3,594

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, talks of arranged marriage

Your Point Of View

From the end of the hallway, you could see your brother standing in front of your bedroom door. It had gotten dark out and you decided it was time to leave the gardens and retire for the night. Your maid was already making her way to the kitchen to fetch your dinner and prepare a tea that the royal physician promised would help you sleep better through the night.

Of course, there was no knight with your brother. The only thing by his side was his sword. He still enjoyed the privilege of only being guarded when it was actually needed.

None of your previous guards had been assigned to follow you wherever you went. When they were with you, they were supposed to keep you safe and what was the point of keeping you safe inside the walls of your own home? It was the general consensus at court that only the king was to be guarded day and night. You have had knights who protected you when you left the castle or when you went to a big gathering like the feasts your father would hold on special occasions. But when no one other than the inhabitants of the castle were around, you had been free to spend your time without a knight by your side. After all, there were enough people that made sure that the castle was guarded and it was thought that no one who could harm you could make their way in.

That was until the last time your father had called together possible suitors for you, the only princess of the kingdom. Two of them had fought in the throne room, in front of theit king - a thing no one had seen coming. Your father was adamant about keeping the peace and keeping troublesome folks out of his castle. Of course there had been times when some of the men gathered at court had tried to settle their differences with a fight, but all of those fights had been caused by political differences or because someone had been insulted. This had been the first time that it had happened because of you. It scared both of you, your father and you. But the decision to tighten the circle drawn around you still hadn't been yours.

All your life, you had noticed the circle your family drawn around you. It limited all of your freedom. All of the space you had been allowed to explore. Where you could go. What you could do. Who you were allowed to talk to. And now, what you were allowed to do on your own - which was practically nothing.

Kita was supposed to be around you all the time. He had little time off, during the night and in the morning, someone else looked after your safety. Then, when you had woken up, gotten dressed and had your breakfast, he would start his duties for the day. He would only leave you for a little while to eat his lunch while you ate yours with your family, surrounded by your father’s guards. Kita would stay with you until you went back to your chambers to retire for the night, which was where you were going right now.

Your brother's eyes found yours and even from a distance, you could see curiosity glimmering in them. They moved from you to Kita, then back to you. Of course, he was here to interrogate you about the newest addition of royal knights.

“Ethan,” you nodded to greet him.

“My prince,” Kita bowed behind you.

Your brother smiled at the two of you. Oh, he was so going to ask you about him. “I've been waiting for you.” You wished you could just wipe that grin off his face. “I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. Why don't we go inside?”

He gestured towards the wooden door that rarely anyone other than you and your maids passed. He let you step in first and turned around to face Kita before following you.

“I think the princess is safe enough with me around. Why don't you go and find the night guard and then retire for the day, Sir Kita?”

Your knight glanced past your brother's figure to you, the slightest hesitation visible in his expression.

“It's alright, Sir Kita. I will see you tomorrow.” You gave him a reassuring smile without even wanting to.

Normally, you made sure that there was a certain distance between you and your knights. The last thing you ever wanted to do was make them believe that you were a woman who was interested in anything other than a practical relationship with her knight. It was your duty to marry a lord your father would pick out for you, so there was no point in searching for love and romance anywhere else. Though you were sure that a lot of the stories of ladys you knew being intimate with their knights while being married to someone else were true, that was not what you wanted to be. It was a princess’ duty to make sure she was respected and to make sure that there was no reason for every people to gossip about or speak lowly of her.

So that was why you always made sure to be a little distanced from your knights. But with Kita, you couldn't help but feel more at ease. It was obvious that he was one of the few people who believed in their duty, who wanted to serve and better their kingdom and lived for the things they believed in, who thought honor and duty to be above anything. He wouldn't make an inappropriate move on you - you hoped. So it was alright to show him a little softness, right? Especially after the scare you gave him earlier today, you still felt a little bad for him and didn't want him to feel like he was failing at his duty once again.

With your reassurance, he bowed again and moved to leave you while your brother closed the door to your bedroom.

“So,” he smirked. “Heard he's a scaredy cat.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and made your way to the table you normally ate at. “You people will twist someone's words to fit your gossip.”

You took two cups from the middle of the table and poured a little wine into each one.

“Not at all.” Ethan stepped behind you and accepted one of the cups from your hands. “It's just a bit unusual to hear a knight admit that he's scared of dying. Makes him sound like he'll run away from a fight instead of protecting you.” The mischievous gleam was now gone from his eyes and replaced with a serious expression you rarely saw on your brother's face during a private conversation. “Do you really believe that he is the right man to protect you?”

“I know what you're thinking. What you're all thinking.” You shot him a warning look over the edge of your cup. “But I don't know any of the men father has picked out to be my knight. I can't trust any of them completely.”

“Of course not,” Ethan huffed. “But why would you pick out the one man who admits that he is scared to die? Why not pick someone who is ready to fight and die for you if need be?”

“What, like the other one's I've had?” A pained look crossed your brother's face when you said that. “The last ones I've had were just like that, ready to jump into a fight head first - and jump they did. Jumped and left me defenseless.” You looked at the floor and felt like you could still see a puddle of blood by your feet. “I want someone who won't get himself killed in front of my eyes. That might be him. And I don't think that he's someone who will run away from his duty. Do you?"

Your brother sighed and pulled out a chair to sit down. “I don't know, y/n. I really don't know. All I know is that so far all of your knights have done nothing but bring more harm to you. I do not want to see you suffer like that again.”

You sat down next to him. It surprised you that he was expressing his concerns for you this freely. Your brother loved you, of course he did. You knew that - he was your brother after all. But usually, he would tease you and poke a little fun at you, like most siblings do. Your conversations were funny and light hearted. It was rare for him to talk to you so seriously about such a sensitive topic. You weren't even aware that he knew how much you had been suffering because of the deaths of the other knights. It was nice to know that at least someone other than Alysane really cared about your wellbeing.

“I know some other good knights that would make a good protector and could replace him if needed. Just promise me that you'll tell me if you feel like he isn't the right man for you, alright?”

“ ‘The right man for me’? I think father is already taking care of that,” you chuckled, though it came out dry and humorless.

“You know what I mean.” He gave you a stern look. “Anyway, father put the search for a husband on hold for now. I think he's worried about more fights breaking out. So you have to wait for that man anyway.”

Your fingers traced the edge of your cup. Would this be your escape one day? You've seen more than one woman succumb to the numbing properties of wine after getting married.

“I don't want any of them, Ethan,” you whispered.” None of them care about what I want. Father doesn't care about what I want. No one cares about what I want.” You had no idea what possessed you to say this to him, but it felt like you were just desperately trying to push a huge weight off of your shoulders.

“That's not true. You know that that's not true.”

“Oh, really? When has he ever consulted me in the search for my husband? Not once has he asked me what I want in a husband! All that he cares about is a good political match.” This was why you never talked about serious topics with your brother. Never did he understand you!

“He is the king. He has to keep the peace. That is his duty and the duty of the whole royal family. He did his duty when he made peace after the uprising in the east. I did my duty when I fought in a war for our house. Now it is time for you to do yours.”

The tone in his voice was harsh and cold, letting you know that it was best not to talk back. He lifted his cup to his lips before emptying it in one go and slamming it back onto the table.

“Think about that while you can.” With that, he pushed himself up and strode out of the room.

Perhaps you were wrong. Perhaps there really was no one but Alysane who cared about your wellbeing.

You followed your brother's example and emptied your cup in one go. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. You should probably ask your maid to bring you a different one.

The next day, Kita walked suspiciously close to you as he accompanied you to the garden once again. He was on edge and shot you side glances every few seconds. Every now and then, you would catch his hand moving out of the corner of your eye whenever you strayed a bit away from him, almost like he wanted to reach out and hold onto you. Of course, he would never dare and actually touch you unless his duties required it of him, but right now you felt like he wanted to make sure you didn't get lost, like he wanted to make sure that you were still next to him.

On any other man, that kind of behavior might have made you feel unsafe and on edge, but with him, it was different. It was obvious that he didn't mean to be possessive or to touch you inappropriately - after all, he didn't even touch you. All he wanted to do was not lose you. And the fact that he was doing this was probably a consequence of your own actions from the day before.

You knew better than to leave your guards' side. More than once you had witnessed knights being punished for leaving their charge unattended. It was their job - their sworn duty - to give their all, even their life if need be, to make sure they were safe. If they failed, the consequences would be dire. You knew that. You knew all of that. And on any other occasion, you would have been more attentive but having a knight with you in the royal garden.. that was an entirely new experience to you. You truly had just forgotten that he was even supposed to be with you. Today, you would make sure it didn't happen again.

The tea you had tried yesterday did not help you sleep at all. If anything, it made you stay up longer because you were so desperately trying to fall asleep. Maybe it didn't help as much because the herbs in it were already dried two years ago? Perhaps picking fresh herbs and making a new tea would help you.

Deep down, you knew, of course, that that was just wishful thinking. There was no tea to help you, no meal or drink that could make the images of death and blood dissappear from your mind. They were engraved into your memory forever and you could never get rid of them. But perhaps wandering around the garden and busying yourself with the searching, picking and drying of the herbs would keep you distracted from those thoughts.

As you strolled through the gardens you let the sun warm your face. Every now and then you would stop and just let its rays catch on your cheeks. The sun bathed the flowers and plants that had just started to grow after the end of winter in a beautiful light. Little bees and butterflies were busy flying from one flower to another and you could hear the quiet hum of their wings as the passed by you. It felt like everything around you was coming back to life. It almost made you angry.

Why did everything around you have to be so alive, so happy and free while you were being locked away? Why did every little bee and mosquito get to fly wherever they wanted but you, princess of the kingdom, were doomed to stay inside the castle walls forever? Only to be shipped off to the man who would kiss your father's arse the best! Why you, why did it have to be you?! And why didn't anyone see how you were suffering!

Without even meaning to, you had started to just rip out the herbs that were growing in front of you. The basket you had placed on the ground beside your knees to keep the plants you had already picked up bumped against your arm when you ripped our fresh flowers only to throw them onto the ground next to where you kneeling. Intuitively, you gripped the handle of the basket and slammed the poor thing into the flowerbed where is dug into the soft ground and took the last few flowers down with it.

All of the pretty blossoms were smushed, covered in dirt and ripped from their stems. You had beheaded the little ones in front of you and tossed their bodies around until there was nothing left. No more blossoms for the bees to sit on and get their legs covered with pollen by. None for the butterflies to drink from. None for the ants to wander up and down on. None were left. And it was all your fault. Everything was your fault. You were all alone, and it was all your fault.

Your tears had started flowing down your face all on their own and now you couldn't stop them. Your chest heaved with heavy sobs. All you wanted to do was bring back the flowers you had destroyed. You were sorry, so sorry for what you did. It wasn't their fault that these things were happening to you, you were just so irritated and tired and frustrated with everyone and everything around you that you took out all of that frustration on them. And as you got more and more lost in those thoughts, you had destroyed every lovely thing around you until you were all alone.

Your hands started wiping at your face, at your eyes and your nose, trying to wipe off the tears and snot that was dripping down towards your chin. A hand started to move into your blurry field of vision, revealing a small handkerchief.

“Here, princess. Take this.”

Kita was kneeling next to you on one knee. One hand was on his propped up knee, the other one was still holding the handkerchief he had just offered to you. His face was calm but you could tell that he was really just trying to keep his facade up as to not upset you any more. If he was angry or sad, you could not tell.

“Thank you..” You couldn't bring your voice to rise above a whisper but he didn't seem to care as he gently placed the cloth in your hand. It was much softer than you had imagined a knight's handkerchief to be and you couldn't help but wonder if a woman had gifted it to him.

The same hand that had given you the handkerchief was now picking up your sad, little basked. The handle was broken and a few of the wooden strands were sticking out from the sides, but it was still usable. Kita carefully brushed off some of the dirt and started placing the flowers in it that weren't completely broken. His hands were big and rough from the work he did, but they still moved quickly and carefully, not one flower was crushed in between his calloused fingers. Watching him work his way through the battlefield of plants you had left behind was almost calming. It was a shame you didn't get to see him pick flowers more often. Perhaps in another life, he was a gardener. Or maybe even a farmer.

After he was done, he placed the basket back where it stood before you decided to punish it for things it didn't even do.

“What can I do, princess?”

Dumbfounded, you just stared back at him, half of your face still hidden by the now dirty handkerchief. His eyes seemed to pierce into yours, like they were trying to look deep into your mind. It was too much for you to face. “Do?”

“You're.. upset. I want to know what I can do to help you.”

“Oh,” you gave him a sad smile while still avoiding his eyes. “Don't worry about it. It is nothing that you have to protect me from, no one is trying to harm me.”

“I am your knight, princess. It is my duty to protect you from whatever harm may come to you. Physical or otherwise.” He looked at you with genuine worry now. “Please, tell me what it is that is wrong. Or merely tell me what to do to make it better.”

He was really serious about this. He didn't just want to jump in front of a blade for you, he wanted to make sure you were safe. In every sense of the word. Even when it was out of his hands.

“..there is nothing you can do to help me.” You fiddled with the cloth in your hands. “I'm sorry I worried you. It's just..” what were you even doing? There was nothing this knight could do for you, to truly help you. There was nothing anyone could do for you. “I'm just really tired,” you smiled. “I get upset when I can't sleep well, that's all. I've been trying all kinds of things to help me sleep but nothing does.”

He could see right through you. You could see it in your eyes, he was reading you like an open book. You both knew that what you just said was a lie, that your insomnia wasn't the true catalyst of your outburst but thankfully, he decided to play along.

“My grandmother has shown me an herb or two that she likes to mix into her tea blends to drink before bed.” He rose back to his full hight. His broad shoulders cast a shadow over your face and stopped the sun from blinding you as you looked up at him. A few stray hairs stuck up from the sides of his face, ones you'd never noticed if the sun hadn't been shining right onto him. He offered you a hand to help you stand up. “Let me show them to you, my princess.”

His hand felt rough under your soft skin as you settled your hand into his palm. It made you dizzy how smoothly and quickly he pulled you back up to your feet, like he had been waiting his whole life just to do that.

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enemyoflactose · 23 days

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To start this off, I want to mention the extremely weird obsession you have with watering Ryou down to this dumb Femboy for having feminine characteristics. God forbid a boy- yes, a BOY, a 16 year old, anorexic and confused guy to not be the manliest guy alive. Also all the overly sexual things directed to him or in relation to him? They are just downright revolting and can be in no way justified. You wonder why people can’t recognize your Ryou art when you dumb him down to a fucking femboy. Ryou bakura is based off many other characters and is supposed to be ANDROGYNOUS. (hence his Female VA and overall appearance.) he is NOT a girl. Also, stop making him to look really fucking dumbed down. If you even read the manga, ryou is actually really fucking smart. He isn’t a bimbo, he isn’t some kind of fucking stupid silly uwu boy. HES A TEENAGER GOD FORBID HE EVEN EXISTS

The next thing I wanted to allude on, Marik's mischaracterization, oversexualization (again) and woobification? How are you gonna dismiss one of the best written Characters in the entire show just for a few petty arguments, rude and impolite at that too. You’re also a giant hypocrite. Being as Yami Bakura (your favorite character) is a bad person AND I WOULD EVEN SAY, HES AN AWFUL PERSON. more so compared to Marik. His redemption arc i can get as to why you’re so pissy about it but you need to realize that this is also a kids show with limited writing due to 4KIDS, manga is more well constructed. Honestly i just have a giant problem with your Marik. I’m not even gonna talk about the thiefshipping, angstshipping, and opinions abt YM..why is Marik in your head like a fuckass. Like, your perception of him is so weird. Marik is equally as bad as every villain in Yugioh, you constantly make him out to be a hypersexual sex craved MANIAC. Also not to mention the blatant racism on your blog (it’s self explanatory.) I don’t understand all the hate, from his arc to the character design…pick a side, do you hate him or do you only like him because he pounds ryou in your head :T

Also the pure, unadulterated watering down of SA in your "crimes of marik/yami marik" post? I can't put into words how extremely shameful it is, to disregard such an important and scary topic and to make a joke of it honestly. IT WAS NOT SA? the scene was ryou bakura about to FALL OVER because he is INJURED. Marik isn’t trying to do anything to him. Thanks for dumbing down real life situations you’re an awesome person

Where did you get that Ryou was anorexic? Being thin and not really eating a lot doesn't make you anorexic. I would know, I was almost diagnosed with it.

I head cannon Ryou as a femboy not because I'm sexualizing him, but because I want to draw a character that I like and relate to in outfits that I just want to see him in.

Do I end up drawing Ryou in sexual outfits? Yes. I'm sorry this upsets you, but I find certain typically sexual outfits such as maid outfits and MEIKO's Blue Crystal model to be very pretty and cute. Not to mention they're just fun to draw.

I have plans to draw Ryou in other dresses and skirts that aren't sexual, I wouldn't have this head cannon if I didn't.

I'm well aware that looking androgynous doesn't automatically make someone a femboy or tomboy. I may be dumb, but I'm not an idiot.

The kind of stupid that I think Ryou is, is the kind that makes you unable to see certain social cues or just be ignorant about a lot of things. I give him the same stupid that I have because I'm projected on to a character that I like and relate to.

I'm also still new to writing, so the way I characterize Ryou hasn't been shown to its fullest. I write him and acknowledge him how he's already written, but I add things to make myself happy. That's how fanfiction works.

I never said that Ryou was a bimbo, I said that he's stupid because he makes objectively dumb choices like keeping the millennium ring and not telling his friends about it. Also, yes I do know that he's being abused. From an outsiders perspective however, his choices just come across as looking stupid.

I am making light hearted jokes about a fictional character and projecting myself on to that same fictional character, and you have a problem with that?

And to talk about your insults to my art, I know that the reason I'm scared people won't recognize Ryou is because I draw him to like this:

Instead of this:

I'm well aware of that because despite my low intelligence, I can understand that he doesn't really look like Ryou.

Also, why are you so intent on telling me that Ryou is a boy? I know he's a boy. I constantly say that he's a boy and acknowledge that he's a boy. You need to identify as a boy to be a femboy 💀.

For your Marik takes, I have no clue what woobafication is. I also don't hate Marik because he's a bad person, I "hate" him (it's fucking theatrical you dumbass) because he has a poor redemption that needed to be explored more. Marik is a character that I genuinely like and I think he's fun and hilarious, I just have problems with how he was redeemed since in my eyes, he did nothing to deserve it.

Yami Bakura is also not my favorite character. Weevil and Joey are. I just talk about Yami Bakura way more because there's more for me to say. I like Ryou more than him as well because Ryou is my projection character.

I'm well aware that Yami Bakura is a worse person than Marik, he did almost kill all of Egypt is I'm remembering things right, but that doesn't mean that Marik isn't also a bad person.

Just because someone is worse than another, doesn't mean that that person's sins are cleaned completely.

Of course you don't wanna talk about the angstshipping thiefshipping discourse you little pussy.

Marik is objectively worse than Pegasus, Noah, Gozuburo, and the Douma trio. He kidnaps, brainwashes, steals, kills, abuses his brother, and all the while he still blames Yami Yugi for how he is.

Marik being hypersexual is just a fandom trop. That's why I think he is, because a pretty big number of people also think that way.

Where is the racism? I'm genuinely concerned about this one it is not self explanatory.

I do actually like Marik as a character, it's not because he pounds Ryou in my head, it's because he's entertaining. He's fun, I like fun villains. (His purple shirt is ugly as hell tho)

Now to talk about my biggest issue with you. You think I can afford to just read the manga and watch the sub, don't you?

Well guess what chuckle nuts, I'M FUCKING POOR

I don't have the money to buy more of the Yu-Gi-Oh manga or to pay for a Crunchyroll subscription.

I'm broke, no money, poor, jobless.

You're making the assumption that I can fucking afford to buy the manga. I have to ask my family to buy it for me as gifts for birthdays and shit. I literally have no money.

So let me put everything you need to know in a little list so you, and anyone else, can understand things about me.

I project onto Ryou

I think pretty boys in pretty dresses is cool

I actually really like Marik

My favorite character is Weevil

I happen to like angstshipping

I happen to not like thiefshipping

I think certain sexualized outfits are pretty or look fun to draw

I have media literacy

Fuckass is not a word in my vocabulary and I don't know what that means

Please block me 💕

#asks #they actually fucking responded #damn

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vae vae 🥹 not me still fangirling over the fact that we’re now mutuals andbdjdh but can i request a timestamp of 2:00AM, where you’ve just had a pretty rough day at work and you come home to sangyeon just pampering and taking care of you and just being the sweetest human being ever 🥺 ily vae 💗

[2:17AM]

Many aspire to have careers outside of their limitations, such as wanting to gain immense popularity or receive an income of seven digits, but your only want is to find a job you truly feel at home. It didn’t matter how many hours you would have to work or what time of day you’d have to show up—you grew up learning to appreciate what you could afford—as long as it made you happy.

You thought you were approaching that accomplishment at your newest job of being a waiter. Everything seemed possible—that you were potentially well-liked and praised, but that figment of your imagination was utterly shattered. From customers lashing out at you to your co-workers talking behind your back and rolling their eyes, all the pressure of you being the worst had built up. During your break, you would stash yourself into the further stall from the bathroom door and cry silently into your hands, your chest heaving as it struggled to understand why you were getting treated this way.

Nothing urged you more than to quit the moment you got home.

Yet somehow, throughout the busiest and most tormenting night of your life, you seemed to have forgotten the presence of your newly wedded husband. The moment you stepped inside your shared small apartment, Sangyeon’s tired state on the couch dissipated the moment he saw you. His slow blinks became rapid ones, forcing himself awake while he rushed over to you and greeted you with a hug.

What he didn’t expect was for his medicine—you—to shrug him off, tears pooling in your eyes as you kicked off your shoes.

“I’m going to quit.”

Your brain wasn’t functioning well enough to consider why Sangyeon was awake this late into the night or that you were heading in the direction of taking out all your frustrations on him. All you could think about was screaming at the world for treating you this way, crying until all the pain was gone, and never being passionate about anything again.

Fortunately for you, the love of your life knew you better than yourself. Despite being slightly startled by your outburst, he brings his hands to your hips, squeezing them in order to ground you.

“Tough shift?”

“More than tough,” you snapped. Your body was fired up with all the anger you’d accumulated over the night, yet you couldn’t find it in you to push Sangyeon away.

“They all looked at me as if I was worthless, Sang-...and I mean, you know…I don’t know-, maybe they’re right, you know? But that doesn’t mean they should-”

“Woah there, tiger,” Sangyeon murmured, cutting you off with the slight tilt of his head. His eyes would search your face, wondering how badly you were treated to be thinking this way. His mood matched yours with concern, the frown on his lips apparent after hearing yourself considering that you could potentially be worthless.

He kissed your forehead to soothe you, allowing you to settle your thoughts as he rubbed circles into your skin.

“How about we get you dressed for bed first, okay? Or a snack? Have you eaten?” The corner of his lips only deepened even further when you shook your head.

“Okay, then we get you something to eat first, then we get ready for bed so I can hold you and you can tell me everything that happened. Or if you don’t want to think about it, we could do something else together? Maybe play a game for a bit or talk about other things that make us happy? It would give me a chance to tell you all the things I love about you as you fall asleep, baby.”

You hated how quick you were to smile at his suggestions, shaking your head at him before hugging him close, wanting to remain as close as possible. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you thought about how grateful you were to have Sangyeon by your side at all times, never failing to comfort you.

“You’re spoiling me,” you mumbled. Your fingers played with the material of his shirt, rubbing it between the pads of your fingers as you sniffled into his neck.

“I love you, but let me finish, you dork.” He kissed the side of your head before continuing. “Then, no matter how late we sleep, I’ll be here with you in the morning to accompany you when you quit.”

Sangyeon reached for your hand, the one with your wedding ring, and interlocked his fingers with yours. He gave it a squeeze before pulling back to get a proper look at you. His other hand then met your cheek, allowing you to relax against his touch and feel the metal band rest on your skin as he made you look up at him.

“Does that sound okay?”

All the hurt and pain in your eyes faded when you gazed into his, unable to help but feel so light with love and reassurance.

“Thank you,” you whispered. His smile made your stomach flutter, like whenever he confesses his undying love for you. He was glad he could be your greatest comfort and distraction, wanting nothing more for the person he cherished most.

“You’re my everything.”

permanent taglist . . . @armysantiny @stealanity @zzoguri @nyujjan @tinisprout @the-kpop-simp @sunwoosberrie

author's note // for my lovely lovely LOVELY ALLY :( nothing makes me fangirl more than ppl fangirling over me? im slightly scared to put this out because im scared i didnt live up to expectations 😭 i hope you forgive me 🙏🙏 BUT ILYSM ALLY and i really hope this timestamp brought you some sense of comfort :(

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stranger-rants · 10 months

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Runaway Max Annotation Series

This is part of a series I am doing on Runaway Max by Brenna Yovanoff. To see previous posts including the annotation guide, check the [#rm annotations] tag on my blog. These posts will follow the general formula of summary, annotations, quotes, and any thoughts or analysis I want to provide based on my own interpretation of the text. You can use my posts as references in fandom discussions.

Runaway Max Chapter Two

Max and Billy experience their first day of school. Max talks about her life back in San Diego, and why she tried to run away to L.A. to be with her dad.

Annotations:

1) Background

Their first day of school was "a Tuesday, more than a month after school already started," which means they started school mid-October. Max had friends in San Diego named Ben, Eddie, and Nate. She didn't have female friends.

2) Family Context

Max ran away to stay with her dad in L.A. after she had been told that they were moving to Hawkins. Susan views her ex-husband as wasting his smarts on irresponsible things and inconsistent work. He did some illegal jobs here and there, and he lives in a dingy apartment.

3) Unreliable Statements / Limited P.O.V.

Max says that she thinks having Billy around is making Susan crazy, but there's little to no context explaining why she thinks this. Susan is getting them ready for school, and Billy doesn't say or do much of anything to combat this.

4) Evidence of Abuse / Neglect

Neil is the one making them move. Max thinks that Susan is just going along with it. Max's father is not a responsible parent. He is often late in picking her up and frequently falls asleep in front of the T.V. Susan doesn't trust him to take care of Max, which begs the question - why would she trust Billy to take care of Max?

6) Max & Billy Relationship

There isn't much antagonism between them in this chapter which is odd given the supposed circumstances that lead to the move not yet revealed or even hinted at early in the novel. Instead, there is an attempt at solidarity in being pissed off about the move - Billy says Hawkins sucks and says, "I bet you're already planning your next jailbreak right?"

7) Valuable Insights

Susan and Max disagree greatly on how a young girl should dress and act.

8) Billy's Characterization

Billy is enraged by the move. Max says he "lost it" when he found out, but he expresses this mostly by keeping to himself. He blasts his music in his room and refuses to eat dinner with the family. Billy is told by Susan to drive Max to the middle school and walk in with her to make sure she gets what she needs. Billy drops her off, refusing to go in.

Quote(s):

Billy rolled his head sideways to look at me. "But I don't want to, Max. They're not paying me to babysit you. If you don't like it, maybe tomorrow you can walk."

This chapter reveals just how poorly planned this book is because there's not a drop of a hint of a piece of evidence as to why the family moved to Hawkins, even though fans adamantly use this book as evidence that the move was all Billy's fault. There is no hint that Billy blames Max or that Max blames Billy for it.

I know that later information contradicts this by putting blame on Billy's violence, but information that is revealed later on isn't meant to contradict the entire tone of a chapter but rather enhance it. The feeling the reader gets from this chapter is that Max and Billy didn't want to move, and they're unhappy in Hawkins.

Not that they're ready to kill each other over it.

I am endlessly fascinated that Max's mom doesn't want Max around her father because he's "irresponsible" but then turns around and expects her step son to babysit Max for free. It's his first day, too, and she expects him to not only drive her to school but check her in when he has to do that for himself when he gets to the high school.

Billy explains himself clearly and logically to Max as to why he's not going to do what Susan wants him to do, and you know what? He's right. Not only that, but Max is perfectly capable of checking herself in. The statement that Billy is "driving Susan crazy" is also random and lacking context, making Billy out to be the "bad guy" for being an annoyed teenager.

This doesn't mean that Billy hasn't done anything to piss her off or drive her crazy, but there is absolutely no context for the statement that explains what he's saying or doing that's so wrong. I cannot emphasize enough that statements are just made about Billy with little to no detail backing them up, so the reader is just expected to believe Max.

Max was also unlikeable in this chapter for one main reason - the "I'm not like other girls" attitude she carries. It's fine that she doesn't vibe with femininity in the way that her mother expects her too, but she puts herself above other girls in many ways to make herself "different" from them. She is a child, though, so this can change over time.

Back to Susan... Again. I have to say this again.

If Susan really doesn't trust Max's father to take care of her, it makes no narrative sense to expect Billy, her step son who she supposedly can't stand, to be Max's babysitter. It's irresponsible. If she wants Max checked in at school, she can do it herself because that's certainly not Billy's job when he also has school to go to.

The main thing we learn about Billy is that Billy is basically parentified and somehow that makes him the bad guy.

#rm annotations #runaway max #billy hargrove #susan mayfield #billy & max

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ysbrydthespoop · 1 year

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Gorillaz Headcanons.

2D owns an extensive collection of band T-shirts and when Noodle was still small enough, she would "borrow" them and wear them as dresses. She still borrows them to this day. They just don't come down to her knees anymore.

Sometimes 2D still gets asked to show his ID, even though he's nearly 45.

Russel refused to let Murdoc or 2D teach Noodle how to drive. In fact after a certain incident that ended with a car on its back,he would only drive let 2D drive if he couldn't, if Noodle was in the car, and he wouldn't let Murdoc drive at all.

After Noodle joined the band, Murdoc forged every document she would need to live with them legally. This was a direct response to 2D asking him, "What we are going to do if social services come round?" He'd later find out that 2D quote. "Wasn't even thinking about any of that legal stuff. I was thinking about the state of this place. I mean, who'd let a kid live here? Especially with you?"

2D considers how they were able to keep Noodle in Kong Studios and even more so in their care to be one the greatest mysteries of the universe.

According to these fake documents, Murdoc is her adoptive father. Noodle has tried to burn these documents multiple times.

Creating these documents also promted the boys to give her a "real name" and this came from them realising they couldn't just put "Noodle" on these documents. They at least needed something they could put under "Last name". So, with five minutes, a couple of Google searches, and a session on Google Translate, a name was chosen. Etsuko Amainara. According to their research, Etsuko meant joy, joyful and child of delight, and no one stopped Russel when he wordlessly put it down on all the forms. Her last name was basically made up by 2D with the help of Google Translate is a probably badly translated version of sweetheart.

If you asked Noodle what she thought their choices, she'd say conflicted. She can't help but feel annoyed they didn't at least consult her before they chose a name that was going to be stuck to her on every document she carreid for the rest of her life. But it's not a bad name by any means. Though she does find her last name to be sweet and cringy at the same time

They hardly ever call her Estuko and she rarely uses it herself. Noodle is Noodle. No other other name suits her better. But they still use it sometimes, and they did so much more frequently when she was younger. 2D and Russel would say it with a stern tone. Their way of letting her know when they were serious. And Murdoc used it like a parent using their child's middle name. Growing up, she knew she was in trouble if she heard him yelling, ETSUKO!

One may assume (fairly because it's Murdoc) that he barely contributed to Noodle's upbringing. But in actuality, he was by far the strictest out of all her bandmates. At least in Noodle's opinion. He had a ton rules for her (and very few were rational) but the thing he was the thing he was the most controlling over was the internet. She wasn't allowed to use social media at all and chat rooms were absolutely forbidden. He wouldn't even let her use a computer unsupervised, even when she was fifteen going on sixteen. And he was hellbent on making sure Noodle didn't have a computer of her own. In fact, she once heard him saying to 2D and Russel that "if either of you get her a computer, I'm smashing it over your heads."He never gave an explanation as to why other than, "she's too young." But the truth was he was scared shitless of the internet and who could be lurking on there.

Rise of the Ogre is a tad inaccurate as well as outdeated. Russel has broken Murdoc's nose countless times before that book was written, druring, and after. Offences have included but are not limited to.

Letting Noodle get drunk.

Baking a batch of weed brownies and leaving them out for a then eleven-year-old Noodle to mistake for normal brownies and eat them.

Causing several car crashes that could have killed them all.

Hosting raves in Kong Studios and letting people trash the place.

Flirting with the bride at Russel's Uncle's wedding.

Hurting 2D (too many incidents to list)

Replacing Noodle with a robot.

Replacing him with a drum machine. But then he broke his nose an extra time for creating cyborg Noodle, for good measure.

Not telling him or 2D that Noodle was alive after the El maniana incident. This also caused 2D to snap, grab a random bit of driftwood, and beat the crap out of him with it.

Their reunion on Plastic Beach after spending years apart was UGLY. It started off wonderful. Tears and hugs and indescribable joy. Especially from 2D, when he finally knew his baby sister was alive. But then more revaluations came. Of the brusies all over 2D's body and that Murdoc had kept Noodle's survival a secret, and things went to absolute hell. For Murdoc. He ended up having to flee because everyone else wanted to kill him.

Their only regret about plastic beach being destroyed is that they didn't get to do it themselves.

After the band got separated and runited yet again and Noodle only agreed to rejoin the band on the condition they all go to therapy. Because, "Holy fuck! Every single one of you needs it."

She nearly had Russel placed on a phych ward when he started doing nothing but stare blankly at static. The only reason she didn't was because she started to see truth in the things he was seeing.

2D keeps quiet about his relationships and never tells the group if he's in one (for some reason. Not naming any names here) But if he goes quiet. Noodle imedietly notices and tries to find out why. If she finds he is seeing someone, she'll basically stalk them. Collecting information on them until she's satisfied 2D wont get hurt. She calls this "vibe checking".

Russel taught Noodle and 2D how to meditate. He learned it himself as a way to calm his mind from the things he was seeing.

After the Forever Cult incident. Noodle decided it would be best to put a tracker on 2D's phone so she'll always know where he is.

After, she also decided it would probably be best to put a tracker on all of her bandmates phones. None of them can be trusted unsupervised for very long. She hasn't told any of them about it. What they don't know can't hurt them.

A while ago, Murdoc managed to invent an elixir that keeps people from ageing and has been slipping into his bandmates' food and drink for years. He started doing this to 2D and Russel sometime around the Phase 2 era but decided to wait before starting it with Noodle, so she wouldn't be stuck living as a kid/teenager forever. And obviously, because even 2D would notice if she still looked thirteen ten years later. The whole reason for this, of course, was to keep his bandmates with him, and young and marketable forever. He hasn't gotten around to telling any of them just yet.

#gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz #noodle guitarist from gorillaz #gorillaz 2d #russel gorillaz

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cinnabun-faerie · 2 years

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Danganronpa THH: They learn you’re a vampire

Warning: Toko name calls you, slight mention of blood

Frightfest '22 Masterlist

Aoi Asahina

At first she might get a little freaked out. But once you promise that you wouldn't drink her dry or turn her, she'd think it was kinda cool. She would be asking you a bunch of questions. Wait, can vampires eat donuts?

"So what's it like being a vampire? Can you go to the beach? Do you only eat blood?"

Byakuya Togami

He wouldn't believe that you're a vampire for one second. Surely you're not going to be childish and pretend to be a vampire. He'd have quite the rude awakening when you get annoyed with him and bite him to prove it. And if he turns, he's going to have to live with the fact that he's a vampire too.

"No you're not. Vampires don't-What the hell!? Why are you biting me!?"

Celestia Ludenberg

Assuming that you like in a Dracula castle type place, she'll be most interested in you. If you were a vampire, how would you feel about wearing a butler/maid outfit? She would relay her dream of owning a castle with handsome servants dressed as vampires. Perhaps you can let her move into your castle. Even if you were a dangerous vampire, she'd gamble her life for her dream.

Kyoko Kirigiri

She probably won't react to this. You're you and that's that. And if you wanted her to react in fear, you'd be disappointed. She knows you're not going to hurt her. If you were, you would have done it already.

Makoto Naegi

He may be a little afraid at first when you tell him. But once you tell him that you won't hurt him, he'd relax a little. He might even ask if he could see your fangs and you're more than happy to show him. He would even be worried that you haven't fed enough and offer himself to you. You're very touched by this gesture, but are afraid you'll hurt him.

"You won't hurt me. I completely trust you, Y/N."

Mondo Owada

He won't believe you until you show him your fangs. Even then he would ask you to prove yourself and challenges you to a race. But it's mere child's play for you. You win in a matter of seconds. You're either really fast or actually a vampire like you say.

Mukuro Ikusaba

If she cared about you, she would be curious about this new information. What can you do as a vampire? Do you have good reflexes? Even as a human, she has excellent reflexes. Maybe you could test your reflexes together. However, if she doesn't care about you, considered yourself staked.

Toko Fukawa

Just at the mere mention of you being a vampire is going to have her freaked out. She hates blood and that's all that you drink. Just stay away from her, you freak!

Syo

If you're a vampire, you're immortal right? Do you mind if she uses her scissors on you to prove it. She's absolutely delighted to find that you're still standing despite all her attacks. Even if she was obsessed in love with you, she'd be very fascinated about your limits as a vampire.

"Don't worry darling, I won't hurt you too bad."

#frightfest 2022 #danganronpa #celestia ludenburg x reader #aoi asahina x reader #byakuya togami x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #makoto naegi x reader #mondo owada xx reader #mukuro ikusaba x reader #toko fukawa x reader

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gary-mu · 1 year

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Hi 😊 I hope you take anon requests. Could you please write was is like to have a lazy Sunday with Katana Man? Thank you so much 🙏🙏🙏

Oh, anon you just did my day. Thank you for requesting Katana Man 🧡💜💚 You don´t even now how much I love that idiot

Sorry for making you wait so long, anon. I hope you enjoy it :)

-HC- Lazy Sunday with Katana Man

Warning/Tags: g/n reader, domestic fluff. It gets spicy at the end ;)

*No beta read

He's a busy man. Always traveling for business... and some other matters he hasn't dared to tell you yet for fear you'd run away.

That's why it's not unusual to be weeks before you see each other again or even have a cozy lazy Sunday. But when it does happen, Katana is always eager to compensate for the time you've spent apart.

He usually would come back late at night when you're already asleep and take a long shower before joining you in bed. He wouldn't dare to bother you with the smell of death he always wears after every "business meeting."

If his week has exceeded his stress tolerance limit, which happens all too often, it's your turn to be the big spoon. Your warm body against his back makes him feel safe, and he'd drift off instantly.

Katana always wakes up first, and he hates it. When he sleeps with you, his dreams are usually calm and wholesome. He would dream of having dinner with you and his late granddad or of Denji's dead body lying at his feet... Nothing but sweet dreams.

When you finally open your eyes, he'd greet you with that rare soft smile he only displays for you. You would pull him for a welcoming kiss and sigh softly when his lips meet yours.

"Shower together and then breakfast?" You would suggest while stroking his back, and he just can't refuse.

Taking the lead to the bathroom, you would begin to undress, making sure his eyes are on you the whole time.

When Katana joins you in the shower, he'd be covering his erection with his hands and avoiding your gaze. He looks so desperate you almost give up and help him with the issue at hand, but he will have to wait a little longer because you're starving.

"We'll take care of that later," you would assure him with a wink and a playful kiss on his cheek. He may be a vicious Yakuza but blushes like a schoolboy whenever you discuss or do anything remotely sexual, and you love it.

Once the two of you are clean and dressed in comfy clothes, it's finally time to make breakfast.

Cooking with Katanana, it's like preparing a five-course meal with a toddler as an assistant. Trust me, It can't be extremely frustrating.

The man is totally clueless about cooking and other household chores. But you can't expect much from someone who's never even boiled an egg by himself because somebody else always did it for him.

Yet Katana's willing to learn and improve only to make you happy, and that's a start. Besides, he'll compensate later by helping you get rid of all that tension you're carrying... and damn! He's good at it.

While eating at the table, you'd tell him all the ups and downs of your week, and he would listen patiently. The man would stroke your hand when you're about to cry or offer to kill whoever gets on your nerves when you grit your teeth with anger.

His advice might be useless most of the time, but he gets extra points for caring.

Katana wishes he could give you a sincere answer when you ask him how his week was, but telling you he died a couple of times a was brought back to life using blood might not be something you'd like to hear. Instead, he chooses to complain about the incompetence of his subordinates.

"Wanna watch a movie?" You would suggest standing up to leave the dirty dishes in the sink before straddling him. "Or maybe you have something else in mind..." you'd add with a subtle roll of your hips against his crotch.

"S-something else," he would whisper before burying his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush. No matter how much he tries, he never manages to "keep it cool" when you tease him.

You would begin to move your hips, slow and steady, feeling him grow hard beneath you and smile at the desperate faint noises he'd make.

Hesitant lips would ghost over your skin, and his hands would move to your hips.

Your fingers would massage his scalp, his neck, then his shoulders. He would melt into your touch, moaning against the sensitive skin of your neck.

The moment your lips meet, a rush of lust will overcome you. Katana would pick you up and take you to the bedroom, unable to wait any longer. You've missed each other so much and in so many ways that it isn't long until you're making love for the first time in what feels like an eternity. The next day you'll have to deal with angry neighbors complaining about the noise, but it doesn't matter now.

You would spend the rest of the day alternating between sweet love-making and fucking each other's brains out.

Exhausted but happy, you would eventually fall asleep in each other's arms. Katana would be resting his head on your chest and wearing a peaceful smile on his face.

When he's with you, he forgets the mean, cruel, and insufferable snob he is with everyone else. With you, everything is always perfect.

#katana man headcanons #katana man x reader #samurai sword x reader #chainsaw man headcanons #chainsaw man x reader #katana man #samurai sword #katana devil #katana man csm #katana man chainsaw man #samurai sword chainsaw man #samurai sword csm #fluff #light smut #mentions of smut

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Jace Lightwood Wayland Herondale Quote Rp Meme

I don't want to be a man,I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."

Don’t touch my weapons without my permission."

You love each other-anyone can see that, looking at you- that kind of love that could burn the world down or raise it in glory.”

When you love someone, you dont have a choice. Love takes away your choices.”

There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.”

“Usually I'm remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn't end in y.”

If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat.”

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it is for the conceited like me.” “

I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone ‘he was heterosexual and had low expectations.’”

“It’s a pretty wet parade already.”

It means Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'

You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not?”

That does it,I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas.”

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you would have been dead as a child.”

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh.”

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially the unrequited kind.”

“To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed.”

Don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you.”

“Have a little faith.”

“To love is a contradiction.”

My hair is naturally blonde… Just for the record”

I guess it's true what they say, there are no straight men in the trenches."

Love is the most powerful force in the world. Love can do anything.”

I don't do what I'm told, but I might do what you what you want if you ask nicely.”

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.”

Keeping your clothes on? I could say I wouldn’t look but that would be a lie.”

My rapier wit hides my inner pain.”

I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe that it doesn’t apply to me.”

'It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.'

It will bring you light even among the darkest shadows of this world.

It's just this one night. In the grand scheme of things, how much can this one night matter?"

Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?"

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”

If I wanted to lie on a couch and

complain to someone about my parents, I’d hire a psychiatrist.”

My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.”

I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd everywhere.”

It doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you”

It’s me,Watching me play scrabble often makes women swoon. Imagine if I put in an effort.”

I'm not unhappy,Only people without a purpose are unhappy. I’ve got a purpose.”

I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.”

I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then.”

Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?”

We are meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from

the truth. That’s what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.

and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him, too."

"Theoretically the planet can crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other side, forever and tragically parted, but I'm not worried about that, either. Some things are just too unlikely to dwell upon.

Do you remember at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?"

"You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

You could have had anything else in the world and you chose me.”

Code names?I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”

Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."

“I got the wrong window at first. Gave your friend in the next cell something of a shock. Attractive fellow, what with the beard and the rags. Kind of reminds me of the street folk back home.”

"Neither does this,but I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?”

“I hate brooklyn.”

Are you sure? Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.”

You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. “

“Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.”

“That you seem to be dating my dad?You’re a little young for him, to be honest.”

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?”

Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,whereas pasta is rarely fatal.”

"I like anyone killing things, especially me."

I should have warned her about your habit of never doing what your told.”

You do seem obsessed with my look…Could it be that you're attracted to me?"

"I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?”

“I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”

"You may be right,I've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat.”

I've always known that about you. I don't know why I had to fall in love with someone who's more stubborn than I am.”

Nobody should get nothing on their birthday. Birthdays should be special.”

I wasn't planning to.I can't shrug anything off. My shoulder's dislocated."

"Exactly. Despite my staggering good looks , you actually don't like me that way.”

But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don’t want to want anyone but you.”

"I wish you'd stop desperately trying to get my attention like this,It's becoming embarrassing."

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.”

"You don't like 'hotstuff'? You think 'sweet cheeks' might be better? "Love crumpet'? Really? That last one's stretching it a bit. Though, technically my family is British-“

I could point out that that's not a dress, that's underwear, but I doubt it would be in my best interest."

He could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. It’s not my business. But if you’re asking me if I’ve brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I don’t want anybody but you.”

"Well, aside from mine, of course,And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic.”

There might be a God, and there might be none, but we are all on our own.”

“Because I’m tiny, blonde, and look good in pigtails? “

Despite everything, I can’t bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other.”

If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliche?”

"You're not happy to see me, then? I have to say, I'm surprised. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.”

Sometimes I dream you're gone,I keep wondering when you'll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.”

My eyes are usually described as golden… and luminous.”

Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.”

I can’t believe he took you to an actual restaurant. I assumed his idea of a date would be making you watch him play World of Warcraft with his nerd friends.”

Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

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floral-force · 1 year

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Sleeping Bounty - Chapter 4

Sweet Sorrow

din djarin x fem reader (no y/n)

summary: as the blue afternoon sky melts into a pink dusk, hopes and dreams are dashed from the forest to the kingdom limits. when despair is replaced with hope in a few, more sorrow rises to fill the void within others.

warnings: mention of alcohol; my blog is 18+ only, minors do not interact, consume your media responsibly.

words: 2.4k+

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“I’m home!” you announced, brow furrowing in confusion as you stepped into the darkened cottage. This was incredibly unusual, and it made your stomach turn and hands go clammy. You asked the dark space, “Aunt Peli?”

Your eyes then fell on soft candlelight, and a gasp escaped your lips when you saw the tiered cake that 21 candles sat on, rushing over to touch the dress that was laid out on a chair next to it. Its blue fabric was soft and light under your fingers. Even with the dim light, the dress shimmered, the fabric almost iridescent when you shifted it.

“Surprise!” your aunt shouted, rushing down from the stairs to greet you, the fabric of her simple brown jumpsuit rustling. It had a few splotches of blue on the torso and chest that she had failed to wipe off before your arrival. “Happy birthday, my beautiful rose!”

“Oh, you darling! You shouldn’t have done this!” You grinned, your cheeks hurting from how wide you were smiling. You bent down to give your short aunt a hug, her curls brushing against your cheek in the embrace. “This cake…This dress! It’s all so lovely!”

“Oh, I’m so happy you like it!”

“This is the happiest day of my life!” You exclaimed, straightening up. You twirled and clasped your hands together to your chest. “Everything’s so wonderful! Just wait till you meet him.”

“Him?” Peli inquired, raising her eyebrow. “Were you talking to a stranger?”

“Oh, he’s not a stranger. We’ve met before,” you stated.

“You have? Where?!” Peli gasped, clutching both of your hands in hers.

“Once upon a dream,” you sighed dreamily, swaying and humming the made-up melody from the forest.

Peli sighed, sadness escaping her lungs. “Oh, this is terrible…”

You stopped, turning to see Peli sitting down on one of the table chairs. “Why? After all, I am 21. I don’t know why it’s such a bad thing for me to speak to people.”

Your aunt shook her head. “It isn’t that. It’s—well, you’re already betrothed, dear.”

You gave her a quizzical look and dropped your hands to your side. “Betrothed?”

“Since the day you were born, you were betrothed to Prince Phillip, dear.” Peli got up and took your clammy hands in hers, fiddling with your fingers.

“But that’s impossible,” you laughed incredulously, shaking your head. “How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be—”

“—A princess.” Peli looked into your eyes and smiled, declaring your name and title. “Tonight, I’m taking you back to your father and mother, King Stefan and Queen Leah.”

You shook your head, trying to fight back the tears that were starting to flood your eyes. Your heart had started to speed up, warming your face, but ice flooded your veins. Your mind began racing with thoughts of the forest—the cold metal, the mysterious man, and how you’d spent the entire walk home thinking about how it would feel to be in his arms again.

“But…But I can’t. He’s coming here tonight. I promised to meet him!”

Your wavering voice betrayed your declaration. You took a step back, wrenching one of your hands out of your aunt’s grasp. As you roughly wiped away a tear that slipped down your cheek with the back of your hand, Peli sighed and squeezed the hand she still held.

“I’m sorry, child, but you must never see that man again.”

“Oh, no! No! I can’t believe it!”

You broke into tears and ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut despite your aunt’s pleas to stay and talk with her.

The gorgeous dress was forgotten, and the thought of eating the cake made you feel sick. As you sobbed into your pillows, all you wanted was to feel your mystery man’s embrace again, to hold his gloved hands in yours, to stare into the helmet that masked his face. Images of you in a crown, sitting on a throne next to a stiff prince that you didn’t love popped into your head, causing you to wail even harder, not caring how loud you were. You wanted your sobs of sorrow to shake the forest floor and topple over trees. There was no loss like losing something you didn’t even get the chance to truly explore.

Neither you nor Peli noticed the black raven hastily flying away from the cottage door that had been left ajar upon your arrival.

The sun was starting to lower in the sky, the bottom of it pierced by the mountaintops in the distance, the sky turning shades of pink and orange and pushing the afternoon blue away. It melted together in Queen Leah’s eyes as tears streamed down her face, and she released a wail from deep inside of her that she’d been holding in since the night she watched Peli run into the night with her precious baby in her arms. She folded over, leaning on the balcony railing, and let her face fall into her palms as she sobbed, whispering her lost daughter’s name.

“Oh, my angel, what is it?”

She heard Stefan’s voice, and her sobs subsided just enough for her to turn around and look at him, the painted sky behind her as tears fell down her cheeks, her palms wet from the waterfall.

Stefan’s face fell. When his eyes began to water, she rushed into his open arms, clutching at the sash over his tunic. His hands rubbed her back as she cried into him, and she swore she heard him choke back a sob.

She sobbed their daughter’s name as if it were a prayer, just as she had 21 years ago. He kissed the top of her head and murmured it back, a quiet acknowledgement of their shared pain.

“What if…What if she hates us?” Leah uttered, pulling back to stare up at him.

He shook his head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb running across her temple. “I don’t think she will. If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll understand.”

Leah weakly smiled. “Do you think she’ll be a dreamer like you?”

Stefan let a soft smile disrupt his tears. “You think I’m a dreamer?”

“I listen when you talk to the other monarchs about your dreams of opening this kingdom—no, the whole moon up to what the galaxy has to offer.”

“You think it’s unrealistic?”

“Mm, not that. I just think your dreams might extend beyond your reign.” Leah stood on her toes, planting a gentle kiss on his wet cheek. “But that isn’t a bad thing. It isn’t bad to dream.”

“No, I suppose it isn’t,” he exhaled, letting his wife twist around in his arms and lean back into them as they watched the sun continue the start of its descent.

Soon, their daughter would be in their arms again, and all they had to do was wait just a little longer—but the waiting was hell, worse than waiting nine months to finally meet the dream they never thought they’d have in this life. At least the pain Leah had gone through during the hours she labored for their dream resulted in something good, something filled with love; this time, they didn’t know if the life they’d entrusted to someone else would return full of love or resentment.

Leah broke the silence, asking, “I thought you were with Hubert?”

“I was, until he began blabbering about how he’s already built a castle for our daughter and Phillip.” Stefan heard Leah click her tongue in disapproval, grateful that she shared his feelings. “So, I left to spend a little time with my wife before we have to go and wait for our daughter on our thrones with the entire kingdom watching us.”

When Leah turned around and gently placed her hands on his jaw, he hoped his daughter would have her knowing eyes and soft smile.

“Even after all these years, you still find ways to make my heart a little lighter through all the pain.”

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t love my family more than some silly palace plans?” he asked, planting a kiss on the corner of her lips.

“A pretty terrible one,” she mumbled, kissing him gently when he chuckled. She took a tiny step back, smiling up at him and wiping his cheeks with her fingers. “Give me and my chamber maids a few moments, and then we can enter the throne room together as a family of two for the last time.”

Din was still in a daze from his dance in the forest with the literal girl of his dreams. He sat on a log and watched a nearby creek babble and splash, birds dipping their beaks into it and disregarding his presence. He noticed the way the forest floor was becoming tinged with pink light, blending into a murky green that signaled the sun’s descent. He supposed it wasn’t too early to head over to that little cottage; he remembered the direction she’d fled because he’d been focused on how graceful and gorgeous she looked while she ran off, and he’d etched the way her eyes smiled at him into his memory when she stole a few glances back at him.

His vambrace pinged, and he groaned, holding his forearm up and pressing a button to allow the incoming transmission through.

“Mando! Not busy, are you?” Karga bellowed, hands on his hips.

“I was about to go—”

“—Of course you aren’t. You live to hunt,” Karga interjected, denying Din the chance to speak. “Come back and have a drink with me. Apparently, the kingdom right next to us is celebrating something, and I want you to enjoy yourself for once.” Karga waved a finger at him. “Before you say no, just know I’ll give you a bail jumper if you refuse.”

Din sighed, rolling his eyes under his helmet.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“Excellent! See you soon.”

The transmission ended and Din growled, angry that he let himself be so easily swayed by Karga. The fact of the matter was that Karga paid him, and the dream girl in the forest didn’t—and, besides, what if she was leading him to a trap? What if she was just an actress hired by one of his past quarry’s cronies? Din got up from where he sat with a grunt and began heading east, away from the early sunset and toward where he suspected he’d parked his ship, scrapping his plan to find it after meeting her again.

Better to be safe than sorry, he thought with a heavy heart.

For once in his life, he wasn’t happy to see his ship and sit in his pilot’s chair. He headed west, flying above and away from the forest and his mystery woman, and toward Karga and the Guild. He flew low for the quick trip, and just seeing the green blur of the forest foliage beneath him made him feel the weight of the beskar he wore and caused sadness to creep into his heart, a blue cloud forming over his head. The sadness persisted as he landed the Crest and handed the hangar owner credits, that blue cloud hovering over him during his walk to the cantina. It wasn’t like him to be this…emotional. Emotion in his profession was a fatal chink in his beskar.

Din tried not to get attached to anyone or anything other than his work and his ship for precisely this reason. Emotion was a weakness. He’d always dreamt of having a family of his own; he could remember the way his mother and father adored each other and him before they were ripped away from him, leaving him scared and orphaned. Those muted bits and pieces were the only things he remembered from his life before the Creed, and he held them close and let them infect his dreams every now and then. In his line of work, though, that dream of domesticity—having a partner he could love, maybe even children he could dote upon—was unrealistic and unattainable.

Din was a fool for thinking he could ever have a dream come true if it didn’t have to do with catching the quarry everyone else deemed too challenging or becoming the most expensive and skilled hunter in the Guild.

He entered the dim cantina and tried to lose himself in the upbeat music and shouted conversations, his eyes searching for Karga among the diverse crowd. The air was thick with smoke and scented with sweat and spotchka; it stung in his nostrils and pulled him out of his thoughts. He didn’t have to look long. Karga yelled and waved his hand, and Din marched over to him, people moving out of his way without him even having to say anything. Jealous eyes investigated him as he moved—but he knew nobody would dare say a thing to him. As he slid into the booth, Karga placed a shot in front of him. Under the helmet, Din raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, kriff, I forgot,” Karga took the glass back and downed its blue contents. “More for me, I suppose. I see that new armor, Mando—looks very sharp. I think it’s getting you some attention in here.”

But not from the person who mattered, Din thought, leaning back in the booth and crossing his arms. He could still remember the way her eyes drank him in, running across his visor and glancing shyly down to see their bodies pressed together before looking up again. She looked through the helmet; she made him feel seen despite the beskar that separated them. Others like Karga looked at him—she saw him.

“So, are you just going to sit there like a bump on a log, or are you going to relax for once?” Karga asked, leaning forward. When a service droid passed by, he flagged it down and requested one of the flagons of spotchka it carried on its tray, depositing the credits in the box it held out.

“I’ll relax when I’m dead.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you dropped dead from stress alone,” Karga shook his head and poured himself another shot, throwing it back and wincing at the bitter taste.

Din turned his head, noticing the pink shade overtaking the sky through one of the cantina’s small oval windows. He hoped she really was just a random girl hired by some low-life idiot. Maybe that delusional thought would help drive the blue cloud away, even if only for a night. He was going to clench that delusion tightly in his fist so he could shrug off his guilt for the rest of the evening. He couldn’t drink it away—not yet at least.

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eluxcastar · 2 years

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Can you please do one where Urd missed Y/N too much and After finishing his paperwork in his office he comes to the bedroom and Kisses your lips continuously? Please love your stories btw<3

Urd when he misses his s/o ♡

FEATURES: urd geales

CW: f l u f f, I mention a cat so if you're allergic you get to d i e /j

WC: 900

NOTES: thank you ♡ this idea is honestly precious I'm ngl eat up Urd simps

I forced myself to finish this at two a.m. 😭 this is not the time and I have stuff to do tomorrow but nahh this is what I was doing instead of sleeping

a hard day's work is hardly rewarding in the material sense, certain not with what his work entails at least, the life of a man enslaved by his own utopia and who spends a dismal amount of time at a desk rather than doing half the things Kings of his days used to get away with-- suffice it to say being King isn't what it used to be.

the one plus side is not actually being a King by birthright in his day means his marriage is someone he chose, and someone he loves rather dearly, someone he can't see when he is tied down by his responsibilities, sitting through reports and papers for what can be hours on end with only a brief glimpse as he hears you walk past his office and looks up to see what little of you is visible in the barely cracked door.

that little glimpse is enough to motivate him, because he knows as soon as he finishes even just enough of this work he can get a lot more than just a glimpse.

in a way, he enjoys the innocent little fantasising he does when you peek your head in to check on him, of the many affections and gestures of love he will shower you in, all the cuddles and kisses and the little things he knows you enjoy when you lay together as well as his own possibly self-indulgent desires when it comes to intimacy. It's nothing too explicit, just little things he likes, but it's there, and as he finishes up the last of his work he feels the wave of overwhelming relief wash over him, like he's finally able to relax.

a look up at the clock says that by now you would've gone to bed, though you may not be asleep quite yet, readying yourself for bed and perhaps waiting up for him a while. He is greater by the pleasant sight of you curled up with the blankets, the cat curled up by your side and keeping you company in his stead, just as he intended it to.

he thought at a glance you were sleeping, but hearing him enter has your eyes opening to see who’s there, comforted by the sight of someone you recognise all too well and you begin to pet the cat who unfurls to stretch right out and extends its claws momentarily. He finds it adorable to heard you say something to it like a little child, about how that was such a big stretch, all the while he’s discarding some of his clothes to be a little more dressed down and able to feel comfortable enough to relax beside you who is already in comfy cotton pyjamas and ready for bed.

your little ramblings to the cat about how its Dad is here is endearing, even if he may have resisted the notion of you referring to him as a cat’s Dad at first, but he grew accustomed to it eventually. Though he hates to interrupt you, there’s a part of him that feels like he doesn’t want to wait on a cat, admittedly the louder half and what possesses him to kiss your cheek for your attention mid-sentence and mid-tummy rub leaving the cat to roll back onto its side to wonder why you had stopped.

"Come sit down." when you pat a spot for him beside you on the bed he barely hesitates, having been eagerly awaiting this for some time now, and you don't need to ask twice for him to come to your side and sit in the place of the cat who gets up and brushes your leg the second it sees him.

you let yourself relax again, this time leaning your head on his shoulder, and it's strangely comfortable even when you can clearly feel a bone in your head. It would be nice if he could get rid of those but unfortunately even to those with inhuman limitations, some lines simply mustn't be crossed. You believe your comfort comes from the distinct smell of his clothes and the slightest of chills to him, like it's winter and he has cold hands—it's very familiar to your mind.

he lays you down, prompting you to lay on your pillow instead of using him like one, and he took that as his opportunity to kiss you again, gentle at first trying not to startle you but once you came around and realised he wanted your attention far more than the needy little cat who had wandered off to paw at a blanket somewhere. His hand reached over you, resting next to you to just barely keep him from any awkward leaning, meanwhile he left your hands to touch him as you pleased.

the both of you are always somewhat experimental at first, with shy little touches turning to deliberate and slower movements that don't hesitate as much, as process of easing yourselves in until you're comfortable and all the while he's still quite intent on not letting you leave you kiss, letting you squeeze the hand you come to find yourself holding as a way to tell him you need a short break to recollect yourself for just a moment, then you'll be all his for the rest of the night.

#✦ — scenarios.#✦ — fluff.#♡ — anon visit.#owari no seraph manga #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #urd #urd geales #urd x reader #urd geales x reader #owari no seraph x reader #seraph of the end x reader

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jukashi · 7 months

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Power vs. Respectability in Fiction

The thought occurred to me today that a potential indicator line between fantasy (and fantasy-adjacent genres, such as scifi with fantasy elements, superheroes, etc) written by people who are personally into fantasy, and fantasy written by people who are not personally into fantasy, is that the former will probably understand that their characters don't need to be 'respectable' in order to be respected.

To start explaining what I mean by that, in real life (and in fiction that generally abides by the rules of real life), there is a sharp limit to how personally powerful one person can be. Some sort of professional-level athlete who's also picked up a wide set of technical, practical and combat skills is probably the theoretical maximum of the most capability you can pack into one human, and while a person like that would be very impressive, they're still just one person. They only have one pair of hands, need to eat and drink and sleep, can get sick, and if someone really, really wants them dead then it's not very hard to achieve. Just hit them with a car. In real life, real power comes from the ability to influence other people to do what you want to do. And, if you want to do that, you have to make the effort to seem like a powerful person - to be respectable, even if only by the standards of the particular people who you want to influence. Even with money! There aren't any billionaires lazing around letting themselves look like comfortable slobs in public, because not only their own egos, but also the egos of the people they need to buy off to achieve things, can't allow it. And that's before the general need to maintain the illusion that wealthy people deserve their wealth, in order to keep the non-wealthy from asking why they're letting them keep all the money.

This pattern replicates through all of society, in real life - in order to have power you need to have respect, whether you're a billionaire, a politician, a manager, a project lead, a teacher, whatever. Sure, you can just display competence to earn respect, but if you don't maintain the socially accepted standards of the appearance of respectability, you'll have to keep proving your competence with new people over and over. Plus, being competent is hard! Why not just do the tricks that maintain an illusion of respectability, by dressing and speaking a certain way, and following a few little rituals? You're sure you can do both, anyway - right? The appearance stuff can just... cover you when you occasionally slip up on the competence thing. Besides, as noted before, there are limits to how much one person's competence can do.

In fantasy, though, this isn't true. In fantasy, one person can do what it would take a hundred, a thousand people to accomplish. More. A necromancer can wrench an army from an ancient battlefield, compelling a mindless horde of corpses to obey his will without question or hesitation, murder a city's mightiest defender with a gesture and a single word of the black tongue, then use the confusion to capture the place and begin turning its populace into fuel for another legion of bone and rot with which to continue the march of conquest. A great hero protected by a pure heart and knowledge of the secret techniques of an ancient order takes up her sword and shield and single-handedly holds the army of undead at their gates so that survivors can escape. Another wizard calls the necromancer a scrub for needing an army at all and summons a storm that rains only lightning on the entire city for three days and three nights.

These people do not need respectability. The necromancer has an incomprehensible rural accent to go with the scythe he thinks is cool, the hero's on her fifth straight week of failing to get a date at the bar every night, and you're lucky if that wizard is wearing pants. But even knowing those things, looking at what they can do, they still get respect anyway.

For people who aren't familiar with fantasy, who aren't really into it themselves - maybe they've seen a few of the most popular movies or gotten a general idea of the plot of the biggest stories - this dynamic can easily be missed, because it's one of the subtler things that's different from real life. So, when these people are required to write fantasy work, and try to write characters who the audience are supposed to think are cool and powerful, they can get hung up on trying to make the characters seem cool and powerful rather than be cool and powerful. They dress them up too much, they write them like they're some corporate or political speechwriter trying to get a crowd to buy into the illusion of respectability. It's not necessary at all. In fact, characters who are classically disrespectable but who demonstrate personal power are often far more appreciated by an audience than those who are given the trappings of power to try 'sell' them. This is sort of just an extension of 'show don't tell', and even without that, it applies to an extent in normal fiction - the humble but competent character is generally liked if both of those qualities are sold well. But in fantasy it holds to a greater degree, and I think it can give away the presence of a writer who doesn't really 'get' fantasy when a piece of ostensibly fantasy media tries to hype up someone who shouldn't need hyping, or fails to give them the chance to do things they're supposed to have the power to do. Real life experience working in a business or other organization tells you that if someone has a position over you, you need to accept that and work with it - whether they actually have the ability to back it up is secondary, at best. So, these writers can fall into the trap of thinking the same holds for how characters in a story should be presented.

Short version - the writer who doesn't get fantasy will have a witch queen mostly doing queen things, with a token scene or two of witchy things. The writer who understands fantasy will make sure we see the witch queen do some cool fucking witch shit - and then the queen part will basically be established anyway.

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oc asks that reveal more than you think

I’m breaking this up and answering 10 per character to keep it interesting;

VESPER

Q. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Yes just one! A well loved budgie plush he’s had since he was very young.

Q. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Plants – yes, she actually enjoys gardening as a hobby and is proficient at it. Pets – yes, while she doesn’t currently have any she has had a handful of pets in the past who all lived long and happy lives :3 Kids – surprisingly, yes. She doesn’t see herself as the parenting type. However, if she had a partner that already had a kid she’d treat them as if they were her own.

Q. Ask them to describe their love interest.

Vesper is my shipping whore and has multiple LI's in multiple AU's so to keep it consistent and not use physical descriptors let's just say his love interest loves them unconditionally <3

Q. Do they look good in red?

Just visualize Vesper with a thousand yard stare covered in blood head to toe LOL

Q. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Vesper would rather die than give a public speech lol his anxiety could never BUT if he was somehow convinced to give one he’d do it on what he knows best, “ Why videogames are good for you”

Q. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

HIMSELF lol he's his own worst critic and advisor.

Q. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Emotional, a chaotic ball of nerves and is unironically in limerence. Vesper would describe himself as passionate, nervous and a hopeless romantic.

Q. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Frustrated, especially when she’s playing a video game with puzzle mechanics.

Q. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

Yes LOL He gets upset when his plants die. The longer they’ve had the plant the more attached they are.

Q. What age do they most want to be right now?

Vesper just entered the big 3-0 but his youth was filled with trauma and bad memories he wishes to forget. He’s just barely started his adult life living how HE wants to.

CLOVE

Q. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Clove would use it to better MC’s life. Financial stability? Pay off their debts? Buying their affections? All of the above lol

Q. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Clove too is a hopeless romantic, he daydreams and fantasize every waking hour.

Q. Name one thing their parents taught them.

Not everyone who loves you will say it aloud…

Q. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Cannibalism :3

Q. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Small talk, unless it’s with MC of course!

Q. If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Money ISN’T a limit and he still dresses like a discount E-boy.

Q. Do they like children?

I think he’s more indifferent about them? He doesn’t hate kids but in time having a family with MC would be in the cards.

Q. Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Both lol If it was a tender moment it would be with none but if it was a hot and heavy make out sesh he’d shove that tongue so far down your ass throat…

Q. Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

Yes but only to practice on how to act “normal”.

Q. What do they like that nobody else does?

I mean eating human flesh is a big one I would hope.

PHISC

Q. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

She isn’t keen on being committed and prefers to keep things loose with no strings attached. So it wouldn't take much if she had a partner who was too clingy or a nag she’d break it off with no hesitation.

Q. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Phisc isn’t big on being called pet names but she does like honorifics like “Sir”.

If you’re being good she’ll use cute names such as kitten, dove, doe, etc.

If you’re being bad she’ll use degrading names like brat, slut, whore, etc.

Q. Stability or novelty?

Novelty

Q. Honesty or charity?

Honesty

Q. Safety or possibility?

Possibility

Q. Talent or effort?

Talent

Q. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

V E N G E A N C E

Q. Would they date a fixer-upper?

Come now, let’s be real here. We all know that Phisc is the fixer-upper here lol

Q. What recurring dreams do they have?

Fun fact: Phisc doesn’t dream at all! But for a more fun answer I think losing the ability to shift into her wolf form.

Q. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

She doesn’t care about that lol she’ll kill, steal, lie and self sabotage with no remorse. She’s a nasty lady.

#some of these gave me a bit of trouble trying to answer #but it makes me really think and keeps me on my toes #plus it helps get my creative juices flowing #vesper OC #clove OC #phisc OC #not art

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