#I’m not sure I’ll enjoy any of the vibes or plot

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(So you don’t have to deal with all the annoying ads on The Mirror’s website, here’s the whole article interview)

EXCLUSIVE: David Tennant reveals his wife Georgia's role) in his 'huge' Rivals series decision

By Nicola Methven

“David Tennant says he jumped at the chance to star in Jilly Cooper’s 1980s bonkbuster Rivals - because his wife said it would be “sensational”.

The former Doctor Who star said she was thrilled when the first script arrived. “I told Georgia and she was convinced that this was something I had to be involved with,” he explains. “She said, ‘This series is going to be huge. This is going to be exactly what the country needs, exactly what the world needs.’

"She knew the books from her teenage years, as I understand, and knew that this was going to make sensational television.”

He duly accepted the role of Lord Tony Baddingham, one of the show’s main villains and was delighted when Georgia eventually got to watch the episodes, and loved them.

"Her reaction was so positive and so joyous," he says. "I know when she's being genuine."

Tony is a grammar school boy with a chip on his shoulder about not being a proper toff. His character runs a regional TV station facing franchise renewal and has a dependable upper-crust wife, played by Sherwood's Claire Rushbrook, but is also having a very steamy affair with the new TV executive he's lured over from New York (Nafessa Williams).

The actor, 53, argues that poor old Tony is just horribly misunderstood. "From the inside, no character believes they're a villain, do they? I think Tony's motivations are very clear. He's very easy to understand in many ways. Tony sees himself as hard done by and someone who's just struggling to survive and to win."

While he can remember the 80s quite clearly, Tenant says that filming Rivals felt very much like being on a period drama. "It's almost like being on the set of a Dickens novel," he muses.

"The 80s seems quite recent history to me, but once you start recreating that world, you realise it's actually very different. That's wonderful fun to film - to be on a time capsule of a set is glorious."

As the Doctor he got to time-travel all over the place in the TARDIS but Tenant says he loved spending time in the 80s, not least because of the music. When you're a teenager at the time, a lot of it, however good it is, is uncool, and therefore you're not really allowed to like it," he says. "Whereas now, as a jaded 53-year-old, I can just go, 'Oh, do you know what I loved? A-ha'."

And what else did he love? "I didn't have to ride a horse, which was a mercy, because I'm a little bit allergic."

Tenant admits that filming the incredibly saucy bedroom scenes was a bit awkward but he felt there was safety in numbers thanks to the huge number of them. Barely any of the cast don't end up getting involved in one way or another.

"| mean, sex scenes are never comfortable, you know? But again, because everyone was in the same boat, there was a lot of discussion about, 'When are you doing that scene?' and 'Have vou done that yet?'

He believes it's fine for Rivals to be labelled a “bonkbuster" - it's full of sex at the end of the day - but only if it's said with due respect for what Dame Jilly achieved with the Rutshire Chronicles. "There are a generation of readers who were so influenced by her, and for whom these novels meant so much, it means that that writing is obviously better than some would have you believe," he says. "The way she writes character is timeless, and people having sex is pretty timeless. So these books have been tenacious for a reason." The actor says an early scene where the pathologically competitive Tony leaps from his helicopter onto the croquet lawn is his favourite career moment so far.

"That hole-in-one, I would like you to know, was probably the greatest day of my professional life," he laughs. Instructed by the director to "whack it" from 30 feet away he was told the cameras would keep running until he managed it. "I thought the crew are gonna hate me by take 402," he remembers. "And I nailed it on take four. I've never felt more pleased with myself than that moment. I felt like a sporting God."”

[bbyleiah]

daze.

| reader is new in town and goes around with her bestfriend. She meets Onyankopon who is entranced by her at first sight and is set on making her his. |

cw : strangers to lovers. dom! Ony, fem! sub shy awkward reader, reader is black, doggy style, anal play (ony eats her ass), oral sex (f receiving), spit, fluids, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (mamas, princess, lil ‘ma, etc.), praise, biting, pussy slapping, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock drunk reader, slight pussy drunk ony, overstimulation, crying, pwp.

word count : hella long bc there’s lots of plot 🥹

sn : wrote this for fun, hopefully y’all will enjoy it 💞

You had been away for college for a long while but now that you graduated with your masters degree and had a break, you came to visit your best friend. You were hesitant about being in a new environment again but you were excited to see your bestfriend because it had been so long since the two of you spent time together.

The two of you were polar opposites, her being loud and charismatic, feisty and unafraid to show off her rambunctious personality. You on the other hand were shy, mostly quiet and meek, only getting out of your shell when you were comfortable with people. You guys suited each other perfectly though, the true definition of opposites attracting.

You squinted your eyes, your car now in a slow stroll along the street as you searched for your friend’s address. You perked up once you found it, pulling into her driveway and parking. Excitement built up inside you as you hopped out the car and approached her front door. You knocked a little too eagerly but you couldn’t help yourself. Nao was excited as well, rushing to open the door and hug you.

You both squealed as you hugged dramatically and spun a bit. “Bitch I missed your ass so much! Oh my god I have so much tea for you!” Nao exclaimed excitedly. You giggled, “I missed you so much too. You always have something going on. I can’t wait to hear all about it though.” You smiled at her. “ugh, my baby is back with me.” Nao sighed dramatically before she kissed your cheeks. You loved the affection, Nao always giving motherly vibes.

Nao helped you get your bags from your car and she didn’t waste any time to start ranting to you as you two began to unpack your things in her guest room. “—He really tried to play in my face like I’m one of his lil hoes. Can’t stand these niggas out here. He keep tryna blow up my phone but I’m ignoring his ass.” Nao expressed while shaking her head. You just took in the info, laughing a little. “Which one was this? Eren?” You asked, trying to keep up.

“Nah, Eren my baby boy. I’m talking about Connie hoe ass. Connie mad now because him and Eren homeboys. I don’t give a fuck though.” Nao said honestly with a cackle. “Oh my god, that’s so messy. I support though. As you should!” You encouraged with a laugh. “What about you though sis? Any dude try to pull up on you at college?” Nao asked.

“Nope. Well I guess some tried but they were all weirdos, I wasn’t interested. Plus you know I need someone who will take care of me.” You said honestly with a hum. “Girl, you need to put yourself out there more. You’re a bad bitch, I’m sure guys will drool over you. You’re just too picky.” She said while shaking her head in disapproval. “I could put you on.” She suggested as she perked up.

“No, no. I refuse to be put on with one of those guys you hang around. You know that’s not my vibe.” You refused immediately. “Ugh, come on! Just give it a chance!. We could literally pull up at Connie’s crib, everyone be over there.” She persuaded with a pout as she pulled on your arm. “Eh, the guys you hang with wouldn’t even be interested in me.” You sighed.

“You don’t know that!. Just come with me, please? Pretty please? Cherry on top? Love and adore you forever?” She begged as she laid her head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, laughing “alright, I’ll come. But! I’m not getting put on with no one.” You clarified. “Yay! So exciting!” She cheered in victory. “Isn’t it gonna be awkward for you to be at Connie’s house though?” You asked once you realized.

“Eh, he don’t mind. He too obsessed with me to leave me alone.” She confidently said with a shrug, you laughed. “Y’all are a mess. That’s exactly why I will not partake in that kind of relationship.” You stated. “You will when you find some good dick.” She blurted causing you to gasp and hit her with a pillow, she burst out laughing at your reaction. It was nice spending time with Nao again, the two of you spent the rest of the night catching up and enjoying each other’s company.

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You were dreading this gathering now, you hated meeting people. You had Nao by your side though so you figured it wouldn’t be so bad. Nao looked sexy as fuck, dressed in a red corset top, a black jean skirt, and some ‘university red’ dunks with her crinkle curl black lace front, gold jewelry to compliment the outfit.

You differed in style, dressed in a lacy white tank top with a white cardigan, you wore a pink skirt with white leg warmers and pink converse, your hair was in a half up half down look and you had on hoop earrings with a little charm bracelet. “You look so adorbs!” Nao gushed over you. You blushed, “thanks, you look so good. They’re gonna drool over you forreal.” You complimented with a giggle.

“That’s the goal.” She sassily said as she flipped her hair. The two of you walked up to what was apparently Connie’s house and Nao didn’t even bother to knock, just walking on in like she owned the place. Luckily for you it wasn’t overly crowded, just a couple people hanging around. It appeared this house was a true hang out spot. “Yoo, losers. The baddest bitch has arrived.” Nao greeted theatrically.

Everyone greeted her too, she was clearly comfy with everyone here, you just followed behind her like a clueless puppy only uttering ‘hi’s’ and ‘nice to meet you’s’ whenever Nao introduced you to people. Unbeknownst to you, someone had taken a particular interest in you. “Yo, who’s lil mama?” Ony asked Jean as they stood together sharing a blunt. “Uh don’t know but she came with Nao. They’re homegirls” Jean shrugged.

“Mm.” Ony hummed in response to the information, still observing you with his low slightly red eyes. “What? You tryna hit that?” Jean asked with a laugh. “Nah, just curious.” Ony dismissed. It was rare to see a cute thing like you around so it intrigued Ony, he didn’t typically go for girls like you but he wouldn’t mind taking his chances. You caught his stare when you began to mindlessly look around, it caught you off guard seeing the male staring at you so intensely.

It also confused you a bit, you didn’t understand why he was looking at you. You unconsciously pouted a bit and tilted your head as you tried to think of what the reason could be. Ony felt his heart swoon a little at the adorable sight, you were just too cute. “Lying ass. You definitely wanna tap that.” Jean laughed as he peeped the scene. “Shut your ass up.” Ony snapped.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked Nao. She looked at you confused, “No, why do you think that?” She asked as she thoroughly inspected your face. “Because some guy was staring at me so I wanted to make sure. That would’ve been embarrassing.” You said in slight relief. “Which guy?!” She perked up, eager to find out. You subtly pointed to him, standing against the wall with some other guy.

He was dressed in black cargo pants and a white tee, a black durag on his head with some white forces on his feet. He had little diamond stud earrings in his ears and a silver chain around his neck. He had a tattoo on one of his hands and one on his collarbone. “Oo! That’s Ony! Girl that is crazy! Ony doesn’t get interested in many girls. You should go speak!” Nao excitedly encouraged.

You sheepishly shook your head, “Noo, you know I hate approaching people.” You said as you played with your sweater paws. “I know but you need to put yourself out there!. You want me to call him over?” She offered. Your eyes went wide, frantically shaking your head, not liking that idea at all. Nao sighed, “Well I’m not gonna put you in an uncomfortable position but I really think you should feel him out.” She hummed. You chewed on your lip, debating it as you glanced at him.

He was definitely attractive but he seemed way out of your league. You wouldn’t even know how to handle a guy like him. This time he was the one who caught you staring, blowing smoke from his mouth after taking a hit from a blunt. You immediately looked away, flustered that he caught you looking at him. Ony smirked at your shy reaction, “she’s too damn cute.” He mumbled to himself. “Bro just go over and talk to her at this point instead of drooling, damn.” Jean said, annoyed.

Ony rolled his eyes, elbowing Jean in the side before he actually did take the initiative and walked up to you. You didn’t even notice him approaching, turned towards Nao and focused on what she was currently chatting about. Ony cleared his throat once he stood behind you, instantly gaining your attention as you whipped around to see who it was. “What’s up little ‘ma.” Ony greeted once he had your attention. You stared at up him like a deer in headlights, “Uhm..hi~” you replied shyly.

Nao’s eyes flickered between the two of you knowingly with a mischievous grin on her face. She didn’t waste any time slipping away so that you and ony could talk privately. “You new around here?” Ony asked you, starting small talk as he took a sip from his red solo cup. “Yeah, I just got here the other day” You said as you began to nervously play with your hair, you knew you were probably being awkward but you sucked at conversation. Ony didn’t mind your shy awkward demeanor though, finding it adorable.

“Oh my bad, I’m onyankopon by the way but you can call me ony.” He introduced himself with a smile, allowing you to see the silver grill on the bottom row of his teeth. He was definitely not the type of guy to go for a girl like you. “Nice to meet you~” You said your usual textbook reply, smiling back at him politely. Ony fixated on your pretty smile, your little dimples appearing on your cheeks along with your glossy lips. In that moment he felt like he’d do whatever to keep that smile on your face.

“You close with Nao?” He questioned. You nodded, “Mhm, she’s my bestfriend, we’ve been close for a long time and I love her a lot.” You expressed happily as you grinned. “That’s cute.” Ony smiled, enjoying seeing you happily ramble. Ony’s stare was so intense and intimidating as he ate up every detail of your figure with his eyes, it made your heart pound furiously in your chest. That ba-boom ba-boom ba-boom nonstop in your system.

“My homie Jean convinced me to approach you since I kept staring at you, hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” Ony chuckled as he rubbed at his chin. “Oh!, I wasn’t uncomfortable, just mostly confused..I didn’t understand why you were staring at me.” You admitted honestly with a soft laugh as you shyly fiddled with your charm bracelet.

Ony’s eyes tracked the movement, fully attentive to your every action. “Because you’re beautiful. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t keep my eyes off you mama.” Ony’s low sultry voice spoke honestly as he stared into your now wide eyes. “I-I uhm..” You stuttered out, speechless and beyond flustered now. You even let out a faint whine in embarrassment as you shifted from foot to foot.

You weren’t used to such shameless and honest flattery so you didn’t know how to process it and respond. Ony was torn because a part of him loved watching you squirm and crumble because of his words, and the other part of him wanted to ease your turmoil and comfort you. “You can relax mama, it’s alright. I just wanted to clear up your confusion.” His comforting side won, his voice soft and soothing.

“Sorry, I’m not used to accepting compliments, especially from a guy like you..thank you though.” You managed out after awhile, breathing out to calm yourself. “A guy like me? What’s that mean mama?” Ony prodded with a teasing grin. You swore you’d fold and burst at the seams if he called you ‘mama’ one more time. The way it rolled off his tongue just sounded so nice.

“I-I mean..uh..” You stammered out as you smiled shyly. “You know, you’re attractive and intimidating..and you go for girls like Nao” You explained, completely embarrassed. Ony was highly amused as he listened to you try to elaborate, a grin on his face. “Cute. You think I’m attractive sweet girl?” Ony asked, continuing to tease. “Also I don’t go for girls like Nao. I want you.” Ony said honestly.

You felt your heart skip a beat hearing that, getting a little giddy as you bit down on your bottom lip to hold back your huge smile. Ony eyed the action of you biting your lip, his mind drifting to a not so innocent place. “Let me take you out on a date.” He suddenly said. You looked at him in slight shock, his straightforwardness catching you off guard.

You contemplated your answer because you were unsure. You did think Ony was very attractive and you liked talking to him but you were afraid of this not going well. You decided to take Nao’s advice though and take your chances. “okay, I’d love to~” You smiled. Ony felt like he won the lottery. The two of you then exchanged numbers before Ony got pulled away by his friends.

“I’ll text you later mamas.” Ony told you before y’all parted ways. You were giddy to tell Nao all the details about your interaction with Ony. He stayed true to his word too, texting you sooner than you expected. You texted him on your way back home with Nao. “This is soo exciting! Do you know where he’s taking you yet?” Nao questioned excitedly as she drove.

“A restaurant, I think it’s fancy.” You informed her. “Oo can I dress you up? Pretty please, I wanna make you all sexy. Make him lose his shit.” Nao laughed. “Of course that’s what you wanna do.” You laughed too while shaking your head. “You can dress me up though, I want the sexy bad bitch vibes.” You agreed, thinking it’d be nice to switch it up for this occasion.

“Yessuh!, You’re gonna get dicked down real good.” Nao cackled evilly. You gasped, “You’re nasty! Horny ass.” You laughed in disbelief. “Girl you know damn well you’re not miss innocent, with your kinky ass.” Nao called you out as the two of you laughed together. “Hush, I still have class~” You huffed with a grin.

Throughout the night you and Ony texted nonstop, him constantly flattering you and giving you butterflies with his sweet words. Despite you being really shy in person you were more bold through text, saying things you’d never say directly to his face but it was fun to play around. Little did you know though, Ony was gonna make you stand on your words.

onyanbear 😫🧸: why you keep playing with me ma? you think I won’t put you in your place?

you : bc it’s funnn, you’re not gonna do anything. You’re scaryyy, all talk, no action

onyanbear 😫🧸 : ight, keep talking that big girl shit. We’ll see.

You were giggling and kicking your feet reading his responses, you knew you were probably digging yourself a hole but it was too fun to tease and provoke him. You honestly didn’t think he’d actually act on his words. You’d learn soon enough though that he was not playing.

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You were honestly a nervous wreck as you prepared for your date with Ony. You hadn’t been on a date in awhile and you’d say you had a crush on Ony at this point so it was exciting and nerve-racking all at the same time. Nao provided you with a little silk black dress that shaped your curves in all the right ways and showed off your figure. You paired the dress with black heels that wrapped up your ankles.

You curled your hair, doing a natural makeup beat and putting on red lipstick. This was definitely different from your usual cutesy style but you looked good. You put on jewelry, just some stud earrings and a bracelet, along with an anklet. “You look good as fuck! I’m so proud.” Nao exclaimed before she began taking pictures of you like a proud mom.

“Thank you” You laughed and posed for some of the pictures. “When’s he pulling up?” Nao asked. “Uhm in about 10 minutes or so I think.” You hummed as you checked your phone, seeing his text saying that he was on his way. “You excited? You like him so far?” Nao prodded teasingly and eagerly. You giggled, “I am excited but I also feel like throwing up from nerves. I do like him so far..he’s nice.” You admitted with a shy smitten grin.

“Oo, this is so adorable. I’m happy you’re giving him a chance.” Nao smiled. Soon Ony pulled up, calling you to let you know he was outside. “Okay I’ll be out soon!~” You told him. You quickly got up, spraying on your favorite perfume and grabbing your purse before you walked out to see Ony standing outside his car waiting for you. His attention was on you the second you stepped out, eyes eating up your figure.

“You look so sexy ‘ma. breathtaking.” Ony hummed, not being able to take his eyes off you as his hands found their way to your waist. Your face flushed, growing shy as your stomach swarmed with flutters at his words and the feel of his hands on your body. “Thank you” You said with a smile. “You look good too, really good.” You returned the flattery as you eyed him as well.

He was dressed in a black and grey hockey jersey and some black jeans, ‘panda’ dunks on his feet. He had on the same chain and he had rings adorning his fingers this time. He smelled so good too, his intoxicating scent so yummy in your nostrils. “thanks mama.” Ony grinned before he pecked your cheek. He was being extra touchy this time around but you didn’t mind it at all, you were soaking it up actually.

“Let’s go.” Ony said as he opened the car door for you, allowing you to slide into the passenger seat. He closed the door after you and then rounded around the car and sat in the driver’s seat. He adjusted the air and the radio before he began to drive. You just watched him the whole time, completely infatuated with him and his whole aura. Your inner thoughts screaming about how he was ‘fine as fuck’. You wouldn’t say it out loud though, too shy to do so.

“You staring real hard lil mama, see something you want?” Ony asked in that smooth low voice of his that made you melt, his eyes still focused on the road but his attention completely on you. ‘slow down’ by bobby valentino played lowly on the radio, creating a mood in the car and further adding to the building tension. You didn’t know how to respond, mouth parting but no words coming out, flustered by his question.

You did see something you wanted, you wanted him, really badly too. You weren’t gonna admit that though. “N-No..just like staring at you..” You partially confessed sheepishly as you played with the hem of your dress. Ony chuckled, the sound filling your ears and consuming you, so pleasing to your senses. “That’s cute baby. You’re so shy now, what happened to big girl in my messages? Talking all big about how I can’t handle you, you gon’ make me nut in my pants, how I ain’t gon’ do shit, I’m not daddy material, Hm? Where’s that energy at ‘ma?” Ony called you out, making your eyes blow wide.

You didn’t think he’d make you eat your words, it was embarrassing hearing your own words repeated back to you. “I-I..I was playing!” You defended, not wanting to bury yourself further. “Ah, so you’re the one that’s scary then? All talk, no action? Ain’t that what you said?. After you said I wouldn’t bend you over my lap and spank your little ass.” Ony continued, loving seeing you fall apart from being called out.

You were pouting now, “I’m not scary, I did say that and I was right. You still ain’t do shit.” You huffed, now standing on your words because you weren’t gonna let him doubt you and call you ‘scary’. “Mm.” was all Ony said in response as he grinned, he was glad you were still being a brat, just so he could turn you right back out. The two of you arrived at the restaurant and once Ony parked he was quick to snatch you up by your neck.

You let out a choked gasp, staring at him wide eyed as he pulled your face towards his, his large hard squeezing around your throat making you whine. “I love that attitude shit ‘ma. It makes my day. You keep fucking with me because you want me to fuck that attitude out of you, don’t you?” Ony uttered against your lips, your breaths mingling together, the proximity and his words putting you in a daze.

“You want daddy to fuck you stupid? Turn you into my good girl?” Ony hummed, you let out another whine. You wanted to kiss him so bad, your lips parted, tongue practically about to fall out from how desperately you wanted it. Right when you tried to lean in, Ony pulled away and let you go. “Come on, we’re gonna be late for our reservation.” He said as he got out of the car.

You were bewildered, stuck processing what just happened as Ony opened the passenger side door for you. Ony was completely amused at the lost look on your face, it was priceless. He contained his nonchalant appearance though. “Come back to me mama, let’s go.” Ony hummed, trying to snap you out of your trance.

It worked, you immediately got out of the car and began to follow him into the restaurant, a slight embarrassed flush on your face as you realized how desperate you must’ve looked moments ago. Ony led the two of you to your table once you entered the restaurant. Being the gentleman he was he pulled your seat out for you, “thank you” you said softly with a smile as you sat down.

He hummed in response and pushed your seat in. The two of you got settled and ordered. “You gonna act like a good girl now?” Ony asked you after the waiter left, slightly joking as he looked at you. You pouted, “No” you huffed softly. You were gonna stand your ground, plus you were still disappointed that he didn’t actually kiss you. Ony chuckled at your response.

“You’re lucky you’re cute as fuck.” He expressed with a grin. You were flattered, folding again at his sweet words as you smiled and grew shy again. “I tried to look sexy today though” You muttered as you adjusted your dress a bit. “You do look sexy, very sexy. You also look cute though, cutest thing ever. You have a nice mix of both.” He told you honestly, only flattering you more as you grinned giddily.

“Not cute enough for you to kiss me though..” you mumbled, you intended to say that in your head and not out loud but it slipped. Ony couldn’t help but to laugh, he was satisfied with getting you all sulky. “don’t laugh~ it’s embarrassing.” You whined as you covered your face with your hands. “My bad baby, you don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s adorable you want me to kiss you so bad.” He comforted with a soft laugh as he pulled your hands away from your face, kissing your hands as he did.

You felt those now familiar butterflies swarm in your system at his soft plump lips against your hands. You could only imagine feeling his lips elsewhere..the thought giving you shivers. “You happy now?” He asked as he now held your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved it so much, his hand in yours, it was so comforting and intimate. You wished he’d kiss your lips but you were happy with what was given to you. “I am, very happy” You giggled.

“that’s good mamas.” He smiled before he kissed your hand again, kissing down to your wrist. “You smell good as fuck..got me wanting to eat you ‘ma..” he sighed as he looked into your eyes. You stared back, silent now but your heart pounding loudly in your ears. That ravenous look in his eyes had you stuck, your breathing slowing as anticipation began to build inside you.

Ony constantly kept you on edge but you loved it, and sometimes you felt the urge to go over that edge. “Why don’t you then?” You uttered out, not backing down from his stare. Ony smiled at your words, “You’d like that wouldn’t you mamas? My head between your legs? That sweet pussy suffocating me?” He teased. If you weren’t wet already, you definitely were now. His words effecting you and making your pussy ache to be touched.

“I would like that, soo much, please” You hadn’t intended to beg but it seemed Ony made you desperate with ease. He chuckled, “We’re gonna eat first babe and have our date, you can be a good girl and wait.” He stated before he kissed your cheek. You pouted but agreed, wanting to be good and also wanting to finish your date since you’d been excited for this date.

Soon the food arrived and the two of you began to eat, the food was heavenly. You two talked and got to know each other even more. “—So you’re beautiful and smart as hell, I hit the jackpot.” Ony grinned. You had just finished telling him about your college accomplishments, “oh hush, you probably have had plenty of smart beautiful women.” You giggled.

“Nah, none like you at least. You’re a gem mamas.” He said genuinely. His sweet words always made you swoon, falling for him more and more by the second. “You’re so sweet to me.” You said softly as you smiled. “You deserve it and I’m tryna make you mine so I have to be sweet to you.” He smiled as he finished off the dessert you ordered. You gasped, “You ate the last bite!” You whined in disappointment stomping your feet in your heels.

Ony couldn’t help but to laugh, cackling as you pouted and sulked like a baby. “You’re not sweet anymore.” You huffed as you crossed your arms. “God, you’re so cute it makes me sick.” He said with a grin while shaking his head as his laughter died down. “Here ‘ma, you can taste the last bite too.” He said before he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you deeply.

It caught you off guard, you took a minute to process what was happening before you began to kiss him back. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing through the seam of your lips to fill your mouth, allowing you to taste the residual of the dessert. He dominated the kiss easily, his tongue tangling messily with yours and pushing against the insides of your cheeks. He began to suck on your tongue, making you moan into the kiss.

“shit..” he groaned lowly as he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips still. Your head was fuzzy from the kiss, your breathing heavier as your now low lust filled eyes stared into Ony’s pretty brown eyes. He licked his lips, breaking the saliva string between your lips. Your eyes fixated on the movement, completely entranced by the man.

Ony was just as enamored by you, your red lipstick now slightly smudged on your plush lips. That needy look in your eyes that seemed eager to be satiated. You were just so beautiful and he couldn’t get enough of it. “Mm, you taste better than the dessert mama” he said, it was kinda a cheesy line but he meant it. “Should’ve kiss you sooner..” he mumbled before he pecked your lips again repeatedly.

You loved every second of it, kissing him back as much as you could, smiling into the kisses. You felt completely head over heels at this point. “Let’s head out mama” he hummed as he pulled away. He paid for the meal and held your hand as you two exited the restaurant, getting back into his car. You were in a relaxed state on the night drive, ony’s hand resting on your thigh and your head leaned against the window, shamelessly watching him as he drove.

“You wanna go back to my place baby?” Ony asked as he gave your thigh a small squeeze. “Yes please” you said, a little too eagerly causing ony to chuckle. You couldn’t help it though, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, be completely consumed by him. It wasn’t long before you guys arrived at his house.

You observed the place with curiosity, “You live alone?” You questioned as the two of you got out of the car. “Mhm, roommates aren’t my style. Too much of a hassle. I like having my own shit.” He said as he unlocked his front door. You nodded in understanding, “Makes sense.” You hummed before letting out a squeak in surprise when Ony suddenly picked you up.

You didn’t get a chance to get a word out before Ony started eating your face, kissing you with desperation as he gripped your ass. Truth be told Ony couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, being tempted the whole time as you provoked him and he snapped after he kissed you, wanting to devour you whole after that. You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you pulled him closer.

Ony began to carry you upstairs to his bedroom as the two of you continued kissing. He sucked on your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and making you whine out. He loved all the cute noises you made, wanting to pull more of them out of you. He left opened mouthed kisses down your neck prior to running his tongue up your neck all the way to your ear, pulling your earlobe into his mouth. He wanted to taste every inch of you.

You shivered at the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive ear, your nails beginning to dig into his neck as you whined pathetically. He threw you onto the bed once you guys made it to his bedroom, making you gasp. “Mhm, I ain’t forget about all that big girl shit you talked. You gon’ learn not to play in my face.” He reminded you as he pulled his shirt off, allowing you to see his bare upper body, his chest covered in tattoos.

You gawked at him, your eyes eating up every detail of his body. Ony pulled you by your legs, treating you like a rag doll as he parted your thighs causing your little dress to rise up. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful ‘ma” Ony sighed in delight as he began to kiss from your calf up to your inner thighs, goosebumps following the trail of his kisses. You flushed at his compliment, you loved the nonstop flattery.

You wanted him so badly, watching him as he took his time getting to the place that ached so desperately to be touched. Ony paused once he reached your wet cunt, his breath ghosting against your clothed cunt in an agonizingly teasing way. You quickly grew impatient as you began to whine and squirm, “stop teasing me” you huffed as you whined. He chuckled, “So fuckin’ needy” he tsked as he slapped your thigh to get you to stop squirming.

You whimpered and pouted but ceased your movement, “you’re taking too long. still no action…” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “You ain’t getting shit from me unless you start actin’ right mama” he stated as he stared up at you. You stared back at him, huffing once you realized you weren’t gonna win in this situation. “fine, I’ll act right..” you obliged. “good girl.” He praised and placed a kiss on your clothed clit.

You swooned at the praise, soaking it up more than you thought you would. Ony didn’t waste anymore time, pulling your panties off and tossing them aside before he delve into your sweet pussy, dragging his tongue through your slick folds. You moaned out in satisfaction at finally getting what you had been craving since you saw ony standing outside his car waiting for you.

He suckled on your throbbing bud, his fingers spreading your lips apart as he focused on the sensitive ball of nerves. You gripped the bedsheets as you whined and moaned out shamelessly in pleasure. You were a dripping mess, ony making sure to lick up all of your fluids, the lewd slurping and sucking sounds filling the room as he did.

“such a pretty fuckin’ pussy” he awed as he pulled away and stared at your messy cunt, glistening with your slick. Ony spit on your pussy, adding to the filthy mess before he pushed his tongue into your entrance. “oh fuck” you moaned as you threw your head back, falling apart at the feeling of ony’s tongue fucking into you. Ony hummed as he devoured you with ease, enjoying every second of it and loving the sight of you becoming an incoherent mess.

His eyes fixated on you and your every reaction. Your dress bunched up around your waist, your hair sprawled out on his bedsheets, mouth parted in bliss and your eyes fluttered shut, cheeks flushed and nipples hard. You looked so beautiful, Ony felt like he was looking at a work of art. Ony licked up the fluids that ran down to your ass, you gasped and instinctively tried to close your legs when you felt his tongue prod at that hole that hadn’t been touched before.

“nah, none of that shit. stop playin’ with me.” He said as he pulled your legs back apart, gripping them in place so you couldn’t move them. You whined, shaking your head and squirming when you felt Ony’s thumb pressing on your ass hole. “n-not there..” you whimpered, not used to being touched there. “relax mama, let me take care of you. You can handle it.” He soothed as he placed kisses on tummy.

Ony used the mixture of his saliva and your juices as lubricant to ease his thumb into your tight hole, “onyy~” you cried out at the feeling as you clawed at the bedsheets. “You’re doing so good mamas” he praised before he started to eat you out again while his thumb continued to stimulate your sensitive hole. Tears brimmed your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, your senses on overdrive at the combined feeling of ony’s tongue on your achy pussy and his thumb stretching your backside.

Ony stretched the tight ring until he was satisfied and then he pushed his tongue into your puckered hole, making you squeal as your back arched. He groaned as he fucked his tongue into you, starting this pattern of licking from your ass all the way back up to your throbbing clit, messily eating you out as drool pooled from his mouth onto your cunt down to your ass crack. You were a moaning mess underneath him, never experiencing such immense pleasure before.

The lower half of ony’s face was soaked in your juices, wetting his pretty beard that adorned his face. He loved every second of being buried between your legs, drowning in your essence. “sweet fuckin’ pussy, so good mamas. fuck.” He groaned as he ate you out like you were the best meal he’d ever had. You were a mess, makeup runny from your tears, eyes rolled back, legs trembling as your orgasm approached you like a truck.

“m’ gonna—ah fuck gonna cum mmph!” you cried out in bliss as that knot in your stomach bubbled to burst. “cum for me princess” he rasped, pulling your clit between his teeth and tugging at it. You screamed as you came, gushing all over ony and soiling his bedsheets in your fluids. Ony licked up all of your mess, moaning as he swallowed up your sweet juices like it was his favorite treat.

You sniffled and whined in sensitivity as he continued to lap at your cunt, feebly pushing at his head only for him to slap your hands away. “s’ too much” you whimpered with a pout, head still fuzzy from your orgasm. “Nah, I’m not done with you yet. Shut that shit up.” He said and he slapped your twitching pussy causing you to let out a sob. “You a big girl, right?” He taunted as he grabbed your hips, flipping you over and pulling your hips up into the air, pushing your back into a painful arch.

“Mm, my pretty girl” He cooed, rubbing his hand soothingly over your ass as he admired you in this position. You relished in the adoration, loving it and its contrast to his mean attitude. Ony took off his jeans, releasing his hard cock that was painfully hard and pearling precum at the tip. He sighed in delight as he stroked his cock and placed kisses down your spine, using his free hand to pull your dress off the rest of the way, you assisting him and throwing the dress aside.

Ony ran his cock through your puffy wet folds, his tip nudging your clit as he teased you making you whine. “Such a whiny slut.” He remarked in a mocking tone. “I wan’ it, please.” You begged shamelessly with a sob, you were so desperate and craved him so badly, you couldn’t care less about how pathetic you were acting at the moment. He grinned at your begging, “I thought it was too much?” He teased.

He pushed into you, throwing his head back as the two of you moaned in unison at the feeling. “shitt” he groaned out as he got lost in the feel of your tight walls swallowing up his cock. “feels so fuckin’ good mama” he grunted as he began to pound into you, not wasting a second as his gripped your hips tight enough to bruise. You became a babbling mess as he fucked you mercilessly, pulling your hips back hard against his each time he thrusted into you.

“love this pussy, so fuckin pretty and wet and warm..shit princess.” Ony rambled as he got fixated on how good you felt around him, your cunt gushing around him with every thrust. “s’ soo g-good daddy~” you babbled incoherently into the mattress, mouth parted, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and your head in the clouds as ony used you like his own personal fleshlight. “Mhm, you like it ‘ma? Love daddy’s dick rearranging your guts?” He said as he wrapped a hand around your throat, leaning over you as his cock drilled deeper into you.

All you could do is nod in response, unable to form words as your body was consumed in pleasure, ony’s dick hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. “you’re so fuckin’ cute. so fuckin’ pretty. wanna ruin you sweet girl.” He couldn’t get over how pretty you were, especially in this state. Your hair a mess, sticking to your sweaty body, back arched and ass up, pretty brown skin glowing under the moonlight shinning through ony’s window, inner thighs covered in your slick, lips swollen and red, cheeks squished in ony’s grip on your face, eyeliner and mascara runny underneath your eyes and down your cheeks, hands trembling as you struggled to hold yourself up.

Ony couldn’t get enough of the sight, wanting it engrained in his mind forever. He pulled your face towards his, kissing you passionately and messily as he continued to pound into you, the filthy mixture of your slick and his precum coating his pubic hairs and his happy trail. You moaned into the kiss, kissing back with just as much passion as you sucked on ony’s tongue making him groan. You loved it everytime he kissed you, the intimacy of it making your heart stutter.

Ony let his spit pool into your mouth as he broke the kiss, his opened mouth hovering over yours as you stuck your tongue out like a greedy pet, swallowing up every string of his thick saliva. “fuck..nasty fuckin’ girl. Gon’ make me nut mama” He groaned as he pounded into you incessantly. By now you were fucked dumb, not a single thought behind your dilated rolled back eyes.

All you knew at the moment was ony ony ony, his scent, the feel of his muscular framed body pressed against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue, the grip of his large rough hands manhandling your body as he pleased, the way his cock filled up your plush wet walls and satiated every ache, itch, and burning desire inside you. He overtook your entire being, bringing you to pure ecstasy.

Your climax hit you before you could even prepare for it, letting out a high pitched moan and sobbing into the mattress as you creamed all over ony’s cock. “that’s it mama, oh fuck- good fuckin’ girl. making a mess on my dick” he talked you through it as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Your body trembling as you fell apart completely, no longer able to hold yourself up as you whined in overstimulation.

Ony felt his head go fuzzy at the way your pussy pulsed and clenched around his dick, the lewd squelch echoing with every thrust as ony chased his own orgasm. “c-cum’n me please wan’ it” you manage to babble out, your words slurred and muffled into the bed. It took ony a moment to process your words, his brain muddled as he became pussy drunk, obsessed with your filthy warm walls sucking up every inch of his dick.

“You want it baby? Ah shit- want daddy to fill up your greedy cunt?. I’ll give you whatever you want pretty girl.” He moaned as his pace got desperate and sloppy as he felt that sensation build up inside him. “fuckk fuck!” He moaned out, throwing his head back as he finally came, his cum spurting out in loads and coating your walls, filling you up to the brim. You whined at the warm feeling as your cunt milked him dry.

Ony breathed heavily as his thrust slowed to a stop, “you okay sweet girl?” he asked softly as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You only hummed and nodded in response, half passed out at this point. You were completely fucked out, body relaxed and exhausted from the overwhelming pleasure. Satisfied with your response, ony slowly pulled out, the mixture of your fluids pouring out messily and bubbling as he did. Ony loved the mess, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs and his dick covered in the filth.

You snuggled deeper into the bed as ony got up and began to clean you up gently, not wanting to add more stress to your already spent body. He cleaned up himself as well before he tucked you in and climbed into bed with you. He admired your peaceful state, looking so beautiful and claimed by him. “I like you..onya~” you mumbled out in your half conscious state.

It caught Ony completely off guard but it made him smile, his heart swelling at your adorable confession. “I like you too sweetheart” he replied softly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You smiled drowsily, happy to have met ony and taken a chance on him.

[thank you to everyone who read this, I appreciate it sm 🥹]

[kyunghwannie]

Hello, dear readers.👀

This is a Random Rant Post, But I Need to Address Some Real Nonsense.

Alright, let’s talk about something that’s been bothering me: why do some people have a personal vendetta against Male Reader x GG Idol stories? Like, did a self-insert male reader steal your lunch money or something?? Because the level of anger some of y’all have is INSANE.

I swear, most of us writing these stories have never slandered GG Idol x Female Reader writers. Hell, I even even read those stories because a good plot is a good plot. But suddenly, people act like we committed a war crime just for existing.

And then there’s the real unhinged people—like the one who literally posted that writers like me deserve a painful death for writing Male Reader x TWICE or any GG idol. EXCUSE ME?! Ma’am, sir, entity from the void—are you okay? Because that’s not “criticism,” that’s psychotic behavior.

I personally got DMs from someone (possibly a woman, as their profile said) cursing me out for writing TWICE x Male Reader because, and I quote, “TWICE belong to the girls.” First of all, NO. TWICE belong to themselves. Not to only men. Not to only women. Not to the person throwing a tantrum in my inbox. They’re idols, not Pokémon—you don’t ‘own’ them.

Look, I don’t care about your gender, your sexuality, your preferences (Iam a straight boy and that's what matters to me. Other shit be damned)—write what you want, read what you want, and let others do the same. It’s really that simple. But when you start sending death wishes or acting like my mere existence offends you… yeah, I’m gonna be rude right back.

To the crybabies who get triggered just by seeing GG Idol x Male Reader stories: We will continue to write. We will continue to enjoy our stories. And you? You can go cry into your pillow or start a Male Reader Eradication Club, I don’t care. Your opinions, threats, and bad vibes? Straight to the trash where they belong.. Or just your parents need to refund you to the hospital you were born in because people like you who sends literal triggering death wishes are just disappointments.

All we want is a chill, supportive community where everyone can write, read, and have fun. Too much to ask? Apparently. But hey, I’ll be over here, vibing and writing more TWICE x Male Reader, because nothing fuels my creativity more than annoying haters. 😘

Oh, but wait—we’re not done yet. Because the hypocrisy in this situation is giving me whiplash.

So let me get this straight: I’m the villain for writing Male Reader x TWICE, but you can write GG Idol x Female Reader and that’s totally fine? OH OKAY, GOT IT. So when y’all do it, it’s “artistic expression,” but when we do it, it’s suddenly a crime against humanity?? Make it make sense, because right now, it’s looking like delusion with a side of double standards.

The damn G!P thing is basically imagining girl with a dick. If you hate male read inserts so much, then don't use male genitals then. Heck i dare you to stop writing about strap on or any male genital related stuff (Don't come with 'How can i have pleasure or shit' at me. If you hate it so much, you dont need it. No?) Then i will see how 'dedicated' your supposed fanfic prophecy is.

And to those truly unhinged ONCEs who cursed me out in my DMs, let me ask you something real quick: DO YOU OWN JYPE? Like, did you wake up one day and legally become J.Y. Park? Are you sitting in the boardroom making executive decisions on who’s allowed to write what? No? Then why are you acting like TWICE’s personal gatekeeper? Sis, bro, mysterious keyboard warrior—go touch some grass. 🌱

Meanwhile, I’ll be along with other goated writers over here, writing more Male Reader x TWICE or GG Idol content just to spite you. Maybe I’ll even make it spicier. Who knows? Life’s full of surprises. But one thing’s for sure: I’m not going anywhere. And neither are my fellow writers. So either sit back and deal with it, or keep screaming into the void. Either way—I’m still writing, and you’re still mad. 😘

And my fellow people who supports my sayings here, SPREAD MY WORD AND LET THEM HEAR THAT WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS BULLSH!T"

[kikyoupdates]

Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

yandere!ocs x reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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After Annabel leaves, your father excitedly bounds over, and it’s clear that he seems to think the lesson went well.

“So?” he hums. “Did the two of you get along? She came highly recommended. Many refer to her as a prodigy. In that sense, you have a lot in common. Both bright young ladies with a promising future ahead of them.�� 

Dude. I may be smarter than average, but please stop hyping me up so much. I’m not gonna be the next Sir Isaac Newton. 

You awkwardly scratch your cheek. “Yes, Annabel’s a very good tutor. I can see why she has such glowing reviews. I wasn’t at all dissatisfied with her teaching style, it’s just that…” 

“Hm? What is it?” 

Your father leans in closer, eyes wide and attentive, still with a smile spread across his lips. Honestly, he kind of gives off Golden Retriever vibes, and you hate to disappoint him when he’s so clearly excited about all this… but you don’t exactly have a choice. 

Annabel hates your guts. This is probably torture for her, and it’d be unfair to keep doing this.

“I think she’s extremely smart, and talented, but I personally don’t think she’s a good fit for me,” you admit. “Unless I was mistaken, she didn’t seem entirely comfortable being here. I did my best to be welcoming towards her, but I fear my infamous reputation had long since reached her ears. I’m worried she’s forcing herself to follow through with this because you personally requested her, even though she doesn’t actually want to tutor me.” 

“Why wouldn’t she be comfortable around you?” your father asks, and his smile drops for the first time. “You’re so charming and vibrant. And since you’re both involved in scholarly pursuits, your like-mindedness should bring you closer. Not to mention that you’re of similar age. Don’t you think you’re reading into it too much, my dear? I think you’re being overly critical of yourself. Who wouldn’t enjoy the company of a fine young woman such as yourself?” 

Uh, probably someone who’s been bullied and harassed by this supposedly ‘fine young woman’. By the sounds of it, quite badly. 

Also, you’re not really sure why he’s surprised that people don’t like you. Hasn’t he heard some of the rumors circulating in regards to his daughter? Then again, both your mother and father spoil you rotten, so in their eyes, you can do no wrong. You’ve been really enjoying having such loving and easygoing parents, but they’re partly to blame for the villainess turning out the way she did. Clearly, she wasn’t ever reprimanded for her behavior, nor did she learn the meaning of the word no. 

Anyways. That’s neither here nor there. The villainess is gone, and you’ve taken her place. Needless to say, you have no intention of tormenting poor Annabel any further. She doesn’t need to be bound to you in service when it so clearly brings her immense pain. 

“It’s alright,” you reassure. “Not everyone gets along. I won’t take it personally. She must have heard some things that made her wary of me, and that’s fine. I’m trying to change my ways, but I can’t expect everyone to suddenly like me. I’m sure I can find another qualified tutor. They may not be as young and prodigal as she is, but that’s fine. I’ll cooperate and do my best to learn, no matter who it is.” 

“But I just don’t understand. What could have possibly displeased her, especially after you gave her such a cordial welcome? Why, it all sounds rather ungrateful on her part. She’s under our employ. What gives her the right to act out and treat you poorly?” 

Your father is angry now. When it comes to you, you’ve learned that he’s far too soft to discipline you properly. The worst punishment you got after breaking off an engagement one-sidedly was having to do some math problems—which he’s since been celebrating you for nonstop. 

No, your father likely won’t ever get angry with you. Neither will your mother, for that matter. They’re far too enamored with you. You’re their precious only child, their sparkling star amidst the night sky, or whatever other artsy-fartsy expression they’ll use to describe you. In any case, you mean the world to them, and they handle you like glass. 

But they’re not above getting angry at other people. And based on how fast your father’s expression is darkening, you can tell that he doesn’t take too kindly to this supposed affront. 

For the first time, the words this sweet, seemingly harmless man utters are enough to make you shiver. 

“If that woman dared to disrespect you in your own home, to try and hold you responsible for her foolish, prejudiced beliefs, then I think I’d like to have a word with her family. And I’ll make it clear to them that she shouldn’t dare offer her services as a tutor ever again.” 

You gulp. Oh, shit. Daddy’s actually serious this time. 

If you end up being the reason Annabel loses her job, it goes without saying that she’ll just hate you even more. Which is pretty counterproductive. Not to mention that you’d feel downright awful, because it sounds like the villainess has already ruined her life more than enough. 

In that case… fine. Perhaps you’ll just have to consider another approach. If firing her won’t end well, then the best you can do is try to figure out what the villainess did to her and mend your relationship. After all, you set out to restore your reputation, and that’s exactly what you’ll do. Even Annabel, who clearly despises the villainess, can’t possibly resist your charms. Everyone loves a good character redemption arc, right?

Well, in theory. 

“O-On second thought, you’re right, father. I suppose I was being overly critical of myself. I may very well have just imagined the whole thing. She never outright stated she didn’t like me, after all. Like you said, I was perhaps reading into things too much. Haha.” 

You chuckle awkwardly, and much to your relief, it only takes a few seconds for your father’s smile to return. 

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” He ruffles your hair affectionately. “You’re adored by all. Didn’t you see how eager Rowan was to marry you? And he’d only just met you for the first time. Everyone who basks in your presence is all the better for it. So, don’t ever put yourself down. You’re as perfect as can be.” 

Man. Unconditional love really is something, huh? 

“I’m glad to hear that your lesson went well, and that you’re satisfied with your tutor’s teaching abilities. I can hardly wait to see how much more that beautiful mind of yours will develop,” he beams. 

As always, he walks off with a spring in his step, looking as if he’s about to turn into a Disney princess and start singing at any given moment. 

Well, it’s good to know that he’s happy, at least. And it’s not like you have a problem with Annabel, but you hate knowing that she’s being forced into something that makes her feel like shit. 

Hopefully those feelings won’t persist for long. Hopefully—with the power of god, anime, and rizz on your side—you’ll be best pals in no time flat. 

…but something tells you it won’t be that easy. 

“I heard your first tutoring session went splendidly, so to celebrate, I reserved a table at one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. They’re usually all booked up, but I pulled a few strings here and there.” 

That was what your mother proudly announced before whisking you out of the manor for a candlelit dinner. Apparently your father is tied up with business and he couldn’t spare the time tonight—for which he apologized profusely, tears brimming his eyes—but your mother waved him off and insisted it was fine. She said it would just have to be a ‘girl’s night’ for the two of you. 

Anyways, you’re definitely not complaining. All of the meals you eat at home are hand-made by talented cooks, but she’s taking you out someplace where there’s supposedly even better food? Talk about hitting the jackpot.

It took a while to get ready, though. You’re still not good at all this fancy high society stuff. Half the time you unwittingly wear dresses that are far too casual for entertaining guests and the like. One time you wandered through the halls in your nightgown and your mother nearly had a goddamn heart attack. 

But with Fiona’s help, you changed into something suitable for a classy evening at a luxurious restaurant, and presently, you’re stepping down from the carriage—looking hot as hell, might you add. 

“I’m stunning,” you state, staring at your reflection from outside the carriage window. “I always knew I was, but… damn. It’s no wonder Rowan wants to wife me up.” 

It’s not technically narcissism, since this isn’t your real body to begin with. Or at least, that’s how you try to justify shamelessly checking yourself out. 

“Yes, yes, dear, you’re as breathtaking as always,” your mother agrees, impatiently tapping you on the shoulder. “But let’s hurry along. We have a reservation. We wouldn’t want to be late.” 

“Okie-dokie.” 

The carriage didn’t stop too far from the restaurant, but it’s a bit of a pain to tackle the cobblestone path with the stupidly high heels you’re wearing. They’re not practical at all. If it were up to you, you’d be in sneakers right now. 

Nevertheless, you successfully make the trek, and a servant is posted by the door, ready to open it with a charming smile. 

“Welcome, ladies,” he greets pleasantly. “Thank you so much for joining us tonight. You have a reservation, I presume?” 

“Yes, of course,” your mother nods. “For Countess [Last Name]. Two guests. Myself and my lovely daughter.” 

“Excellent. We’re honored to have such esteemed guests dining with us. We’ll do everything in our power to answer each and every one of your requests. We hope to provide you with a lasting, memorable experience.”

He holds the door open as he steps aside. His smile hasn’t even wavered once. Plus, his ass-kissing is on point. Truly a professional. 

“I bet he says that to all the guests,” you whisper to your mother as you step inside. 

She nudges you in the ribs. “Hush, now. This restaurant is highly exclusive. I was fortunate enough to find a last-minute reservation. Your father’s reputation truly precedes him. Not everyone gets the chance to eat here.” 

You can kind of understand why, because holy hell is this place decked-out. Your manor was already luxurious enough. Plus, the one time you went to a party and ran into Flynn, that place was pretty damn extravagant, too. You thought you’d just about seen everything there is to see in terms of wealth and grandeur, but apparently, there’s always bigger fish in the sea. 

You soon discover that the reason this restaurant is so exquisitely ornate is because it’s owned by the most powerful duke in the entire kingdom. The king’s famed right-hand man and most devoted retainer. The duke is getting up there in age, but he refuses to relinquish his title to any of his children or grandchildren, not until he officially passes. He was in the previous king’s service too, so his seniority and reputation can’t be understated. 

No wonder this restaurant is so exclusive. It’s just shy of belonging to the king himself. 

“Um, is it really okay for us to be here?” you ask, fidgeting nervously as you sit down. “It sounds like it’s a huge deal. Shouldn’t we have saved this outing for a more, I don’t know, special occasion?” 

Your mother snaps open her folding hand fan. “Nonsense. You must already know that your father is a very impressive man. He’s made quite the name for himself, in just a short span of time. Our household wasn’t especially famous historically, but thanks to his many accomplishments, we are gaining steadfast. And I simply couldn’t let this momentous occasion go to waste. There was an opening, so naturally, I jumped on it.” 

“Uh-huh…” 

With the way she describes securing a reservation at a restaurant, you would think she just led an army to victory or something. Seriously, it’s not that deep. 

But you suppose you should be grateful, because it’s true that not everyone gets to dine here. You may as well profit from this, erm, momentous occasion and stuff yourself silly with all the finest meals this kingdom has to offer.

Oh, yeah. Bring on the food, baby. 

You wish you could say you exerted some self-restraint. You wish you could say you acted the part of a picture-perfect lady, equipped with all the poise, grace, and etiquette that would be expected of someone in your position. 

But realistically, what follows is almost too grotesque to put into words.

Everything is fine at first. You take the first few bites of your meal, and by god, it tastes absolutely sublime. You swear your taste buds have never been happier. It’s like tasting a slice of heaven. It’s so delicious that you can hardly believe this is real life.

The more you eat, the more you seem to lose yourself in the moment. Your mother occasionally chimes in, reminding you to pace yourself. She worries that you’re not savoring the food enough, but you are savoring it. You can’t seem to stop savoring it. And so, you order more. Then more. More, and more, and more, and more. 

Simultaneously, you’re treating yourself to the lovely wine they keep serving. You don’t even have to ask for more of that. By the time your glass is empty, someone comes along to fill it up again, and it ends up being filled quite a few times that night. 

Perhaps too many times, because the nobles seated at others tables are starting to whisper amongst themselves. They stare at you with unmatched revulsion, and you realize, with a pang of shame, that you’ve been gorging yourself without a care in the world. You’ve been acting like you’re in the comfort of your own home, protected by those familiar walls, when the reality is that everything you do or say in public is being scrutinized by those watching. 

The realization comes crashing down on you, and suddenly, the beautiful illusion is broken. You’re painfully aware that everyone is judging you. 

And then your stomach gives up.

Everything after that point is a blur. You briefly hear your mother calling out to you, with a look of sheer horror on her face, but her voice soon fades into the background on account of you literally booking it out the door. 

The servant posted at the front cries out in a panic, similar to the way your mother reacted, but it’s far too late to turn back now. Your body is doing things, whether you like it or not. 

“Pardon me,” the servant frets, “are you quite alright? Shall I fetch you some water, or a hot towel, or perhaps—” 

Cue you puking your guts out, and as it so happens, right onto one of the nice rose bushes decorating the entrance.

“Oh, dear heavens!”

He doesn’t seem to know how to handle such a gruesome sight and proceeds to rush into the restaurant, probably to get help, or maybe to have a quick mental breakdown. Could be either one.

You fall to your knees and groan. Well, that was more than enough humiliation for one night. You’re definitely ready to go home now, and for some reason, you get the feeling that you won’t be allowed to come back.

The cold air helps, though. So does the peace and quiet. That atmosphere inside was way too stifling, to be honest. It’s different than being back at the manor, where you’re not being judged for your every action. You’re in the comfort of family and friends (well, you consider the servants to be your friends, at least), and people aren’t glaring at you left and right. You hate to admit it, but being the target of everyone’s hatred is harder than you thought it’d be. Especially since you’re not to blame for any of the villainess’ misdeeds. 

Although you are to blame for tonight’s incident. Yeah. This one is most certainly your fault. 

You take a few moments to try and soothe your poor stomach, which seems to be terribly angry with you right now. Not that you can really blame it. Your gluttony got the best of you, admittedly. This time, you might actually have to be bedridden. Like, for realsies.  

You thought that having to run out of the restaurant and puke in the rose bushes would be the unfortunate highlight of tonight’s outing, but apparently, you haven’t suffered enough embarrassment yet. 

“My lady? Is everything okay?”

A familiar voice. Oh, no. That means it’s someone you know. That means it’s someone you know—and unless you’re mistaken, it’s not someone you planned on running into ever again. 

Carmine approaches you with a frown. Goddammit. Of all the people to stumble across you in such a sorry state. This guy always seems to show up when you’ve just made a damn fool of yourself.

You lift your head and barely stifle another groan. “U-Ugh. Yes, I’m fine. I’m perfectly… fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m sure you must be busy with all sorts of knight… stuff. Don’t let me take up your time.” 

You try to wave him off, but surprise surprise, he doesn’t leave. 

Perfect. Just what you wanted. 

“I remember you,” Carmine blinks. “We ran into each other once before. When you tried to apprehend that thief all by yourself. Goodness. Are you ill? You seem to have—”

“—puked,” you finish for him, noting the way his brow creases. “Yeah, I puked. The food in there didn’t exactly agree with my stomach. Um. Probably because I ate way too much of it. Like, a concerning amount.” 

“Well, uh… that isn’t good,” he adds, rather unhelpfully, in your opinion. 

“No. No, it isn’t.” 

You sigh and hug your arms around your knees. The ground feels nice and cool. It’s helping abate your nausea, even if only a little. 

“My lady, you shouldn’t sit there,” Carmine insists. He offers you his hand—which seems to be a recurring theme between the two of you. “Please. Stand up for the time being. I know you aren’t feeling well, but I fear you’ll catch a cold.” 

“If I stand up, I’ll puke again,” you state matter-of-factly.

“Pardon my rudeness, but I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Shall I prove you wrong?” 

“I’d rather you didn’t, but all the same, please try to stand up.” 

After a brief pause, you begrudgingly take Carmine’s hand, and he pulls you to your feet. You sway unsteadily for a few seconds, but he keeps an arm firmly locked around your waist to hold you in place. The vertigo seems to settle quickly enough, and much to your relief, you don’t puke again. 

Carmine offers a small smile. “There. Isn’t that better? A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be sitting on the ground like that. It’s beneath you.” 

“Technically, the ground is beneath everyone,” you point out.

He blinks, clearly pondering your words. It was a pretty crappy joke, to be honest. Definitely not your best work.

And yet, Carmine still laughs. 

“I-Is that so?” he chuckles. You hate to admit it, but he has a nice laugh. It’s low, and it rumbles a bit, resonating in the pit of his stomach. But it sounds nice. It’s comforting, somehow. Pleasant. 

It’s a far cry from the emotionless demeanor he showed when executing the villainess.

This side of him is definitely better. He’s pretty stoic most of the time, but he would let his guard down around the heroine like this as well. I guess it’s good to know that he doesn’t dislike me, at least. 

You take a deep breath. You’re starting to feel better now that you purged all that excess food from your stomach. It’ll take a while to get back to your full strength, but at least you’re not puking on any more bushes. 

For now, anyway.

“I’m going to drink so much water when I get home,” you sigh tiredly. “Probably enough to make me puke all over again.” 

“Well, it’s good to have a plan, I suppose.” Carmine hastily clears his throat, in an attempt to keep the amusement out of his voice. “Please forgive me. Our meeting last time was so brief, and I was occupied with arresting a criminal, that I never stopped to properly introduce myself. My name is Carmine Mortis. It’s a pleasure to properly meet you, my lady. Apologizes, once again. I hope you aren’t too offended by my lack of manners.” 

Of course, you’ve known who he is from the very start, so you feign ignorance and smile while nodding your head. 

“I’m [Name]. Daughter of Count and Countess [Last Name]. It’s a pleasure to meet you too. And don’t worry. You can probably tell, but I’m not too fussy about manners and the like.” 

“Now, what could have possibly given me that impression?” 

You point towards the rose bushes. “That. The yucky stuff that came out of my tummy. I’m willing to bet other ladies would have sooner died than puked in public.” 

“It’s a natural reaction,” Carmine reassures. “When something disagrees with our stomachs, it just happens. You shouldn’t be ashamed. Are you starting to feel a bit better now, at least?” 

“Yeah,” you admit. “A lot better.”

Before Carmine can say anything else, the door swings open, and out rushes your frantic mother, along with a handful of servants.

“[Name]!” she exclaims, grabbing hold of your shoulders firmly. “Are you alright, my dear? Goodness! You gave me such a fright, taking off like that!” 

“Don’t worry. I puked, so I feel way better now.” 

The servant from earlier points a shaky finger towards the rose bushes you vandalized, and beside him, his colleagues outwardly gasp. Fair enough, it is pretty disgusting. Still. They could try to reel in their shock a bit.

Your mother steps back to frown. “O-Oh, my. Well… there’s no changing what’s already done. You must have been feeling very sick. I worry for your body lately. You seem to be falling ill far too often.” 

You wouldn’t exactly call eating a grotesque amount falling ill, but whatever. At least she’s not mad. Probably quite embarrassed, based on her expression, but not mad. 

“Here,” one of the servants says, passing you a cold glass of water. “Drink this, if you’d like.” 

Another servant hands you a hot towel at the same time, and fortunately, you don’t have chunks of puke all over your face or anything, but you wipe your lips off all the same. The cold, refreshing water hitting the back of your throat helps. You no longer feel like death, in any case. It’s a start. 

The servants then politely ask you all to step aside while they deal with the… mess you left on the rose bushes. You can hear some of them struggling to keep from gagging aloud as they clean the area. Sorry, bros. 

“I don’t think we’ll be invited back,” you remark. 

“No,” your mother sighs, “I don’t think so either. Not that they extend invitations in the first place. But it’ll probably take a miracle to book another reservation here.” 

“I’m sorry, mommy.” 

“It’s alright, my darling. I did warn you to pace yourself, but… I’m just glad you’re not too sick. That’s what’s most important.” 

She smiles lovingly and ruffles your hair, just as your father so often does. It really is incredible to have such supportive parents. Your real parents, back in your old world, could be quite strict at times, but they were good people at their core. You know they loved you to the moon and back. It’ll never quite be the same, but it’s nice to feel that familial warmth again. You’ve been missing it. 

Your mother then turns towards Carmine and tilts her head inquisitively. “Pardon me, young knight. Did you have business here?” 

“Oh, he was just worried about me because he saw I wasn’t feeling well, so he came over to check in. He kept me company while you were sorting things out inside,” you say. 

“It was my pleasure,” Carmine bows. “I’m relieved to hear that Lady [Name] is starting to feel better. I wish I could say I was able to help, but she’s a strong, resilient young woman. She regained her spirits all on her own.” 

The ass-kissing never stops, apparently. Well, it’s his job to protect people, you suppose. He must be used to this sort of thing. You feel kind of weird being praised after puking your guts out, though. 

“Thank you for watching over her,” your mother smiles. “I’m very grateful. I should’ve settled the bill faster. I tried to smooth things over, but now that I think of it, I should have chased after [Name] right away. Something could have happened to her if you hadn’t shown up. Some criminal could have attacked her.” 

“That’s why I’m here, my lady. To patrol the area and ensure everyone’s safety. I’ve been doing the rounds so that no unsavory characters turn up.” 

In a rich area like this, constantly frequented by nobles, it’s no surprise they have knights posted nearby. But your mother’s right. You could have run into some drunk, reckless asshole so late at night. You’re lucky it was Carmine who found you.

“Thanks for staying with me, Carmine,” you smile. “Sorry. It was probably a little gross. This may be a lot to ask, but could you try wiping tonight’s memory from your mind? I’d really appreciate it.” 

“I wouldn’t think such crude things. I’m sorry that you weren’t feeling well, but I got to enjoy a lovely evening chat. I find myself feeling quite fortunate that our paths crossed again.” 

“Oh?” your mother blinks. “Do you two already know each other?” 

Balls. It probably wouldn’t be good for your poor mother’s heart if she finds out you were nearly stabbed by a thief thanks to your own recklessness. Both of your parents are so damn protective, it’d be a miracle if they ever let you leave the house ever again. 

You desperately try to signal Carmine with your eyes, but it turns out that you don’t actually need to, because he knows better than to run his mouth. 

“I was patrolling through town one day, nothing out of the ordinary,” he says. “Lady [Name] was out with one of her maids, I believe, and she dropped something she was carrying, so I picked it up and handed it to her. We only met very briefly, but I recognized her straight away. She certainly leaves a lasting impression.” 

“That she does,” your mother proudly beams. “She’s the center of attention, wherever she goes.” 

Usually not in a good way, though.

“In any case, thank you again for helping, Sir… Carmine, was it?” 

“Yes, my lady,” he nods. “And I said, it was no trouble at all. I enjoyed speaking to Lady [Name]. It was a nice change of pace from my usual tasks.” 

You can finally go home now, and even though you’re feeling a lot better, you’d rather not hang back at the scene of your crime any longer than necessary. You wonder if more rumors will start, given that you ran out of the restaurant looking green in the face. This will surely be a hot piece of gossip among the nobility. And also the restaurant staff. 

Your mother loops her arm around yours to help steady you while you walk, and Carmine accompanies the both of you to hail a carriage. He holds your hand and helps you up the stairs. It’s not just the amount of food you ate, but all the drinks you had too. The alcohol’s starting to hit you pretty hard. You seriously need to lie down when you get home. 

You start swinging your legs out, giggling stupidly. “Whoo! I feel so much better now. I’m nice and floaty. Like I’m on a cloud. Or the back of a Samoyed.” 

“Oh, darling, you’re drunk,” your mother sighs, shaking her head disappointedly. “Well, at least we’ll be home soon. Just hold out a bit longer, and then I’ll have the servants draw you a nice, soothing bath.” 

Carmine arches a brow. “Forgive my ignorance, but what is a Samoyed?” 

“I’m not sure, to be honest. Sometimes she just likes to say things.” 

“Farewell, Carmine!” you salute, getting hotter and dizzier by the second. “Thank you again for keeping me company. And for not judging me for puking. And for calling me pretty. I especially liked that part.” 

“I’m glad to hear it,” he chuckles. 

Your mother sighs again. “Excuse her. She’s a bit tipsy, as you can see. It’s been a long evening. She just needs to rest. Have a good night, Sir Carmine. I assure you your kindness won’t be forgotten.” 

Carmine bows his head once more before shutting the carriage door and signaling for the carriage driver to take off. You excitedly wave him off through the window, but hardly five seconds later, you're seized by an overwhelming fatigue, and your head slumps against your seat. 

Soon enough, you're out like a light.

Carmine watches the carriage leave, and all the while, he can't seem to keep a smile off his face. 

You're a strange one, admittedly. He's only had two encounters with you so far, but both of them will probably play on his mind for some time to come. 

He wonders, with amusement, what the third encounter will be like. 

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[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  steddieasitgoes! @steddieasitgoes has 27 works posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and 23 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @steddieasitgoes:

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours)

for a fortnight there, we were forever

honey i'm still free (take a chance on me)

You Were All Yellow

Eat Your Heart Out, Big Boy

"Her fics are SO FUN. I have enjoyed every single one that I've read IMMENSELY and am always talking about them to my friends after I've read them <3" -- anonymous

Below the cut, @steddieasitgoes answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Was I supposed to watch Eddie throw Steve his vest – the quintessential 80s romcom moment – and be totally normal about it? But in all honesty, there’s just something about them that compels me. When you dig deep into their personalities and arcs, they’re really two sides of the same coin and there’s so many ways for that to manifest in fic.hen

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I had to consult my ao3 bookmarks for this one and “getting together” tops my list, which really isn’t a traditional trope but I absolutely adore that mutual pining, idiots in love sort of thing that happens in those fics. Bonus points for slow burns!

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Idiots in love for sure. Again, not a typical trope but I’m pretty sure it’s tagged on just about every fic I’ve written. It’s just so easy to slot them into those roles and banter their way into a love confession. The show is so life and death all the time, that I like letting them be goofy boys.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

This is like asking me to choose if I’m more of a Steve girl or an Eddie girl – impossible! But if I had to narrow it down to a top few, I’d say: the most remarkable thing by greatunironic, rounding third, sliding home by througheden, better by you, better than me by palmviolet, and is your light on? By Adure

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Outside of fic I’m a huge fan of enemies/rivals to lovers so I think that would be fun to explore between Steddie. There’s a hint of it in Signed, Sealed, Delivered but I think their hatred fizzles out really quickly and I definitely want to play with something where that takes longer to happen.

What is your writing process like?

It sort of depends on the project, but typically I get a kernel of an idea. Somethings that’s a setting, sometime it’s a bit of dialogue, sometimes it’s just ✨ vibes ✨ Then I’ll add it to my jumbled mess of a notes app on my phone and keep adding to it as I get ideas. When I wrote my first fic (Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore) I had no outline whatsoever. I just knew I had this one scene in mind and kept writing and building the world until I felt the moment made sense to happen. Nowadays, I’m a bit more organized when it comes to longer fics. I’ll usually do a bare bones outline with the major beats I want to hit outlined. This gives me enough structure to not feel lost, but also lets the characters breath one the page and make their own choices. Every fic, but the one I’m working on now for the steddie big bang, I’ve written chronologically which helps me because I can see the progression of the relationship dynamics in real time.  For one shots, it’s somewhat similar. I start with a kernel of an idea and a general plot in my head and just write and hope for the best lol

Do you have any writing quirks?

I think I use the same sentence structure a lot which drives me nuts, but I can’t always help it. Motif-wise I don’t think I have a unifying theme amongst all my fics, but I can almost guarantee that there will be some kind of third act break up. Happily ever afters are always going to be in my fics, but I like to make them work for it. Also they do a lot of gazing at each other and things in my fics. So much gazing!

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Generally, I like posting when something is completely finished. But I get antsy and have been known to start posting when the fic is 85% done and then procrastinate on writing the end until my deadline is looming.

Which fic are you most proud of?

I’m proud of all of them for different reasons, but I was really blown away with Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore. I hadn’t written fic in years and had never written a third-person mlm story before. At the time it was also the longest thing I had ever written. It definitely made me fall back in love with fictional prose writing and the steddie community as a whole.

How did you get the idea for Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours)?

It was actually inspired by a ficlet I had written earlier that year and decided to use as inspiration for the full length fic. I was driving around and I kept seeing mail trucks everywhere and I remember getting an image of Steve in those short khaki shorts, carrying a satchel full of mail. And then I remember thinking “I wonder what Eddie would think” and the worms took over. I will say, expanding it into a full fic did take some time though because the ficlet was just vibes

When writing Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours), what was something you didn’t expect?

How long it ended up being lol I think it came in double what I had predicted it to be. I also didn’t expect to write it in the way I did. All my other fics are very traditional in that each chapter is a day or a couple days and it follows a clear timeline. With Signed I really went for a vignette, slice of life sort of storytelling which was a bit difficult initially but I think it paid off in the end.

What inspired honey i'm still free (take a chance on me)?

That one was written for a valentine’s discord server so it was based on the prompt steddiealltheway on Tumblr had submitted. It took me a minute to work out the plot, but I liked the idea of Robin getting to be the wingwoman for Steve.

What was your favorite part to write from for a fortnight there, we were forever?

There was a metaness to that one that was so fun to write. You have Eddie falling in love with Supernatural, a show that was known for making questionable decisions in the end and talking about how fanfic saves the day and that’s exactly what I’ve spent the last two years doing for him lol I love the idea of Eddie being a fandom kid like all of us, and dragging and unknowing Steve into it with him.

How do/did you feel writing Eat Your Heart Out, Big Boy?

At the time I think I just wanted to write something fun and silly because I was deep into Signed, Sealed, Delivered at the time and was feeling bad about not sharing anything. It was like a palette cleanser.

What was the most difficult part of writing You Were All Yellow?

Definitely deciding which yellow objects I was going to use and figuring out how to string them together in a clear narrative arc. It was a puzzle of sorts that took a lot of patience to figure out. It was also a bit reverse-engineered where the objects dictated what the story would be. I think it would have been easier if I had the story first and then found things that fit that narrative.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I struggle with writing poetically, so I was really proud of this line from Duck, Dodge, Don’t Fall In Love: “He feels like an astronomer falling in love with stars for the first time in the untouchable night sky. Because that’s what Steve is, right? A dazzling force that Eddie can steal glances at but never touch, never reach.” But also any and all smut scenes I’ve written. That was an incredible challenge at first and I literally wrote the first make out scene ever under the covers of my bed lol

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I’m planning to participate in this year’s Steddie Week with some (hopefully) short one shots. And then I have my big bang fic When The Buzzer Sounds that will come out later this year. Other than that we’ll see. My notes are overflowing with ideas it’s all about finding the time and the right one.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

As I write this I’m not sure who nominated me, but I want to say thank you to them! It’s so wild to me that people resonate with the silly stories my brain comes up with and I’ll never take that for granted. There’s so many creative steddie fic writers out there and I’m so happy to be one of them. We really blew up overnight and it’s been so fun watching everyone grow together. And I want to thank all the mods behind this blog for helping share writers hardwork!

Thank you to our author, @steddieasitgoes, and our anonymous nominator! See more of steddieasitgoes's works featured on our page throughout the day!

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[rokurookajima]

help i need to know why you hate season 3 of mtl. it’s my personal fave however i know it’s very divisive amongst fans (s2 is literally perfect though agreed on that)

SEASON 2 IS PERFECT NO ONE CAN DENY THAT

ok so many issues..and i’ll say i’m not counting the first episode or obviously doublebookedklok bc those two are SO good, match the normal tone, AND are so important to the plot.. they are fully excempt from my critique

but some of the biggest issues i take:

there is a very weird vibe shift in season 3 to me, it feels overall so much mean spirited? idk there is a feeling of so much love and care in the first two seasons—in the writing from the creators and within the band themselves (in their very stupid Them way ofc). season 3 just. doesn’t feel that way? i wonder if the team was going through shit with adult swim at the time that manifested in a more spiteful tone overall? idk the band just doesn’t feel like the dysfunctional family they usually are in a lot of the episodes in season 3 and personally… it just feels like a loss. murderface is treated so much stupider than before to where it genuinely feels like they all dislike him, skwisgaar is lowkey forgotten as a character other than Guy Who Fucks (except ofc fatherklok which i also enjoy). rehabklok is undeniably also very good bc the music SLAPS and it’s fun to see brendon go full on theater kid with it, but even still — the band’s treatment of pickles is SO out of character too?? in season one they all lost their minds at the thought of losing pickles even temporarily to snakes n barrels, had to get wasted to watch him perform with them? but now he’s in rehab and they don’t give a fuck and replace him with a robot? HELLO??? i choose to interpret that episode as actually just a manifestation of pickles’ personal worst nightmare

THE PLOT.. WHERE DID THE PLOT GO? obv it’s a show where the overarching storyline is always the backbone and not the fronting part of the story line, but we had episodes twice as long as usual, and there’s barely any tribunal? we could’ve done soooo much more with that time was salacia just on vacation? in the same vein, i feel like the pacing within episodes is.. off?? the writers are SO good at fitting soooo much into 10 minutes, it almost felt like they didn’t know how to fill time, and scenes linger longer than they should, the comedic timing is not quite right, it’s just OFF

the two episodes i reeeeally hate are fertilityklok and dethsiduals…. they both just like epitomize the tone shift that doesn’t work for me. there’s something profoundly uncomfortable about fertilityklok to me that i can’t place, it’s just so unpleasant imo like everything about it lmaoo. i also .. don’t like that being back to back with fatherklok for skwisgaar it just feels like we got really good character insight and growth for him, and then.. COMPLETE shutdown. guy who fucks, that’s all (i’m also obv very very partial to skwis so biased haha). dethsiduals feels like THE most hateful toned?? i don’t like how anyone behaves in that episode lmaooo it’s just so OFF, all i can say can be summarized in vibes are OFF

i also do actually like the rockzo episode as well tho uh… y’know some things could be different (14???? come on man) but i actually enjoy all the rockzo episodes bc they always bring out interesting parts of toki. i love that we got more childhood toki insight!! a highlight for sure. and then uhhh dethhealth is one of the better ones as well - i think it suffers from the off pacing, but it still feels more like the past seasons AND toki’s cat song is a certified banger that gets stuck in my head all the time STILL

ok that was fr so many words that didn’t necessarily need to go this long BUT obv i have been needing to talk about this for years lmaooo tldr i wish they’d stayed truer to the tone and characterization set in the first two seasons, and REALLY wish they’d utilized the time better for the actual plot

[onlymurdersintheafterparty]

The Residence was way different than I expected it to be and I mean it in the best way possible. I was introduced to Shonda’s work with How to Get Away with Murder and after finally starting Bridgerton I got hooked so it makes sense I would get hooked on this show too. I think I can actually post a series recap without spoilers but just in case, I’ll put it behind the read more tag.

The Plot

Ok so as stated in the synopsis, Cordelia Cupp (played by Uzo Aduba) is called in to investigate after there is a death at The White House during a formal party. The show is advertised as having 132 rooms and 157 suspects but it is actually less than 20 suspects and there weren’t that many locations in the White House that were investigated.

But that doesn’t take away from the fact that it was a solid mystery. The character that was murdered was disliked by everyone making it difficult to immediately pinpoint the killer but if you’re really observant I’m sure you’ll figure it out before the reveal. After starting the show I chose to just sit back and enjoy it and it was indeed entertaining. In an era of tv shows with frustratingly dark lighting I think they did a fairly good job at not plunging the set into darkness when doing flashbacks or dark rooms were being investigated. I also didn’t have to keep adjusting my audio so that’s another bonus. If I had to describe the vibes I would say it’s a mix of A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Afterparty, and other contemporary series that involve a mystery.

The Characters

The side characters were all so interesting and it was cool to see how the stories weaved together. I do wish that we got to see more of Cordelia’s personal life outside of birding rather than it being her whole personality. Her origin story was really sweet but still didn’t give us more about who she is as a person. Marvella the cook and Sheila one of the butlers were hilarious. Those ladies were overworked but still managed to have a time on a night so stressful. A.B. (played by Giancarlo Esposito) did well as a stern chief usher but I wanted more for his character besides handling any crisis that popped up and just ordering people around in general. Edwin (played by Randall Park) was a nice assistant type of character and his kind of friendship with Cordelia was really sweet. Please don’t ruin this platonic ship with one sided romantic nonsense.

The Killer

Like most murder mysteries there’s a million red herrings and plot twists. You may think you’ve got it and then suddenly Cordelia reveals that’s not quite the solution. I did find the reveal and ending satisfying and that comment made by the president’s mother almost took me out. There wasn’t a cliffhanger for a new mystery and there weren’t any loose ends so I don’t know where we go from here but I want more.

Final Thoughts

8/10 please renew because I’m sure the writing and mystery will be even better in season 2. Also shoutout to whoever came up with the names of the episode titles and accompanying artwork.

[devilheartsblog]

Here’s my very delayed World of Winx Season 2 review

Ok so it’s been like a few weeks since I watched it so I won’t have too many complaints, I’ll just list the major ones I have.

Firstly the episodes were super boring and felt dragged out. In season 1 the side plot of finding the talents was entertaining and honestly I miss the WoW show as it was fun and Ace despite being a dick, was neat. Now there’s this Neverland bullshit which makes even less sense with Captain Hook’s mega forehead and Peter Pan actually growing up, or implied to. And the Evil Queen being Tinkerbelle feels wrong especially with the romance with Matt (Peter Pan’s son)

Now, the Nemesis. Most of them were disappointing and the worst offender was Bloom’s. I didn’t vibe with the clown aesthetic. Despite being the worst one at least her creation made sense, with the shadows stealing part of her magic to corrupt. The other Nemesis just…spawn. Otherwise Virus and Banshee were my favorites and Eclipsa was alright. I liked Stella’s backstory but it contradicts things like them being on Earth for a few months. Sinka also felt she should have come before Matt’s character growth. Speaking of Matt…

I was expecting to absolutely hate him but no Sky is still the worst by a long shot. Matt is very annoying with his “I’m know more than you” attitude when he a LOSER, but at least everyone hates him for it until he gets turned to stone. Other than that I enjoyed his character and how he’s incorporated into the Winx group like when they disguise as art enthusiasts. He’s also one of the only non-villain dudes in the series to use magic, yay! However, the fact he suddenly gets better at sword fighting by acquiring a fairy blade despite pro warrior Tiger Lily saying he sucks ass at it is just plot convenient, I instead prefer his deception and acting skills which do come back when he deceives the mermaids. Another is I wish Matt got involved in Hook’s defeat, like some on. He made a great point about trusting Hook and Hook’s the one who sent Smee to kidnap him.

The Winx are alright eh, I mean, I wasn’t invested in any of them and they don’t have any story going on, they just stole Anabelle’s dream of being performers and this hot lady named Venomya hates them, and omg just bring Ace back please. The WoW show was fun as Bloom had arguments with Ace but now she and the others have near nothing as Venomya isn’t important until the very end. Onyrix isn’t really better than Dreamix, I can’t decide which one’s worse, but yeah they get it out of nowhere, at least let the Forest Spirit gift it to them it have them earn Onyrix after defeating their Nemesis smh. I’m also not sure what Onyrix does like…what’s the point?

Anyway let’s get to the villains now, starting with Jim and Smee. He’s on the Winx’s side but for the majority of the plot he’s not involved in anything, just tells Smee to kidnap Matt twice and that’s about it. He could have done like Valtor where he directly involves himself but nooooo, forget the Switzerland stuff, he’ll not do anything until the end. Smee is also a terrible comedic relief. However, I love Smee. The fact he was painted as the villain by Hook despite following his orders and was ultimately the one to take Jim down and save Neverland, MUAH, perfect. Onto not perfect, Tinkerbelle. So her whole motive was Peter Pan liked Wendy instead of her and now she mad I guess, then she falls in love with Matt and suddenly she’s…good..now? I mean, yeah that’s, Winx should just stick to one-dimensional villains. Not to mention her youtuber ass “I have made a severe and continuous lapse in judgement” ass apology, like I like that she acknowledges she treated the Neverland people horribly but don’t add “please forgive me” at the end it really shows her priorities. Another villain I like is Shaman. He’s the Shaman! He sounds like if Jack Black stuffed himself with brownies and got sleepy! Him being by Tinkerbelle’s side after she got weakened and even trying to save her and talking some sense in Tiger Lily made me wish he ended with Tinkerbelle instead of Matt.

And yeah the fact Tinkerbelle ends up with Matt, aka Peter Pan’s son, when her whole motive for being evil is Peter Pan didn’t love her………need I saw more? It’s just wrong. She should make out with the Shaman.

Anyway onto some other characters. I loved the zombie pirates in their spotlight episode but they went back to being evil kinda and don’t correct their mistake like Tiger Lily, so rip I enjoyed them a lot, and I miss the wizards. The sirens were annoying as FUCK. I only like their human designs augh. Alligator man was eh alright? He looks more like a crocodile and Crocodile man looks like an alligator. I wish they’d talk even if it was a Knut impression, it’d make their significance more meaningful.

And lastly, the plot twist in the final episode where Venomya’s a witch, Baba Yaga and got an old ashy granny design. God, the whiplash I got, I was so upset because the best part, aka her design, was not just an illusion Mrs Baba Yaga used. Bruuuh 😭. The idea of Witches being rivals with fairies is interesting but eh I don’t think we’re getting a season 3 anytime soon so yeah. Maybe they’d have introduced the Trix so maybe that was a bullet we dodged? The Trix are so overused. Anyways the ending was alright but that cliffhanger and Venomya being a granny ruined it.

That’s all I have to say. I’m getting a wicked headache and I’ll see you guys on the flipside.

[bellaxgiornata]

Hi Bella. I’m not sure if I’ve asked this before (my memory is terrible and I think I do remember making an ask before, but I cannot for the life of me remember what I asked) so I’m sorry if I have but do you have any tips for coming up with writing ideas.

I’ll often end up in a situation where I’ll want to write something for a specific fandom but then get stuck because I don’t know what to write about it, or I’ll have the shortest idea of a scene (like two lines of dialogue and a vibe) that I’ll want to turn into a fic but I won’t be sure what to put around that tiny idea, if that makes sense.

I really enjoy writing fanfiction and yours and a few other writers here on tumblr really inspire me, so do you have any tips for developing a plot for an actual story rather than just the faintest idea ever? XD

Hey, friend!! I don't think you've ever asked me that specifically before, but I'm happy to answer! I always love encouraging others to write (whether its fanfic or original works). Writing has quite literally been my passion since I was a kid so I like spreading the love of it!

This is honestly one of the toughest parts of writing a fic, whether its a one shot or multiple parts, so don't feel discouraged. A lot of us get a scene, a plot, a character, or a few lines in our head that we want to do something with and then you've got to somehow figure it all out around that, and it can feel daunting. So always try to break things into chunks and take it a step at a time. This is also why I have a million ongoing fics and random one shots, sometimes I need to step away from one because I've hit a wall and I'm working through ideas before I come back to it. And that's okay! Unless you're some published author on a contract 😆

I'll post a bunch of things that have personally helped me below the cut because I'm sure this is about to get long. Hopefully any of my tips help others that are reading this and are curious about the same thing!

First things first--when people say to write what you want to read, it's absolutely the best advice. Don't focus on what you think everyone else wants to read because you'll lose interest in it yourself, and if you're not that passionate about what you're working on, you'll struggle with ideas and get frustrated. Write something you're excited about. There will be people that enjoy it regardless, so don't just cater to an audience. Writing fanfic shouldn't be about getting as many likes/comments/reblogs/notes/followers, etc. It's about sharing your passion for the fandom/characters and making connections with others. That's why a lot of us share our fics, and that's why it's best to focus on what you like.

Now, if you've already got a couple of lines and a vibe, try to expand on that by asking yourself an absurd amount of questions and try to figure out what feels right. What's the 'vibe' of the dialogue/situation? Is it angsty? Fluffy? Humorous? Smutty? Hurt/Comfort-y? Figure out what the tone is and then figure out the situation next. Who are the characters in the scene--friends? Lovers? Exs? Rivals? Co-workers? Something else? What situation are they in and why are they in it? What's going on in this scene, essentially. Why are they having this discussion--what's the point of it? Usually if you start asking yourself a lot of questions, you'll slowly start to find some things taking shape. And particularly with a dialogue, if you know where it's meant to go, you can probably figure out the scene from that (or hell, maybe some plot).

Personally, my absolute main way to come up with new fic ideas is by thinking about a lot of 'What If...?' scenarios (something I link back to an old creative writing course of mine that is STILL a useful tip). My favorite things to do with What If scenarios are 1) finding a character flaw and playing with it (using Matt Murdock as an example--his guilt, his fear of abandonment, his lack of concern for himself, his extreme desire to protect Hell's Kitchen, etc.). I also like 2) creating a very strong personality that would be fun to pair with a character romantically (if that's what you're writing). Or 3) finding ways to twist tropes into something unexpected.

Then I often sit and think about how I can use those to create drama/plot. Some examples--Seeking Forgiveness plays on Matt's abandonment fears and his flaw of putting Hell's Kitchen and the need to help others above pretty much everything else--which creates a massive issue when his girlfriend turned ex ends up pregnant and he had no idea. Falling for the Devil came about by wanting to pair Matt (charming, smart, deeply damaged, and charismatic) with a vastly different type of Reader than we usually see in fanfic with him (anxious, a little timid, a massive overthinker, and awkward) just to see how the hell that would pan out because they're so different and unexpected. And in All These Years, I'd gotten the idea of wanting to do a version of the trope 'being in love with your best friend and them not knowing' sort of a thing, but Matt's heightened senses proved a FUN way to add to the drama, considering it's hard to keep ANYTHING from him.

So my best advice for coming up with ideas? Focus on the characters--whether they're in the fandom or your original. Use your understanding of them to play on their flaws to create conflict, or use those to throw them into situations that will create conflict for them. Sometimes using tropes, past life experiences, even a writing playlist (the lyrics in songs) might help you figure out ideas for said conflicts. But I think the best ideas come out of understanding your characters and intentionally using their flaws against them so they need to find a way to overcome a situation/problem, and I think that helps to find a plot idea of what to throw at said character.

Sometimes even just chatting with people in the fandom could spark an idea, too. That's where Catcalling the Devil came from for me--a late night conversation with a bunch of fandom friends where we were just joking around and then BOOM, wouldn't it be funny if someone saw black suit Devil when they were wasted and started catcalling him? I wrote it thinking it would be something just really silly and stupid, but apparently it was funny. So chatting in the fandom about characters can sometimes be a great way to come up with Ideas of Situations to Stick Your Favorite Characters Into.

But basically, once you just have the tiniest tidbit of an idea, I always circle back to asking a thousand questions about everything (like I said above with the few lines of dialogue) in order to start developing things more fully. Eventually, something should start taking shape. And it's okay if you scrap it and move onto a new idea, or if it goes in a different direction! Don't put pressure on yourself!

This was super long, but hopefully some of it helped! This is just what I've come to do for my own writing process over the years, though. So I'm just speaking from my own experience on how I come up with far too many ideas 😅 But absolutely focus on having fun with what you're doing--we don't get paid for writing fanfic, so you might as well be having fun writing it!

[timeislikemusic]

name. kip!

pronouns. any.

preferred comms. IMs first, but I’ll offer my Discord if we vibe well.

name of muse. Qiao Ling, Xia Fei, Vein, Liu Xiao… been staring at Li Tianchen lately, but I’m not sold yet. Just trying as many characters for my hyperfixation as I can!

experience in RP. I don’t remember the exact date I started, but I only got serious in mid-2018. I’ve been writing ever since. Moved to Discord 2-3 years later and still participate in groups there.

best experiences. I’ve been in so many fandoms and done so many different AUs, it’s hard to pick which is my favorite! Outside of servers, I’ve most loved rambling with friends in DMs. Low-stakes brainrotting about tiny what-ifs is my ideal pastime. Love being able to send fanart to someone and talk for a couple hours about wherever it takes us.

pet peeves / dealbreakers. COPYCATS AND HEADCANON THIEVES SOUND TERRIFYING SO UM? New fear unlocked. My biggest ick is entitlement from others towards me, my time, and/or my muses… I have one too many horror stories of people pushing me for replies, godmodding my interactions, or throwing creepy fits when I express lost interest in a ship or character.

muse preference (angst, fluff + smut). I don’t always enjoy fluff if it leans toward cracky territory… so I can be selective. Hmu with hurt/comfort, angst, and all sorts of complex debacles. Not sure about accepting smutty interactions yet, since I’d have to rework my rules and give folks time to filter out a tag first, but I was considering it. Finally, fight rps (as in, pure combat) are not my cup of tea.

plots or memes. Memes are super new to me (as is Tumblr as a whole)! I… still don’t know which I like more. I’m used to plotting longer interactions, but if memes are as low-pressure as I’m beginning to think, maybe I need to start asking for more or sending more out? I worry about annoying folks tho, so I heavily lean on OOC convos to gauge interest.

are you like your muse. I’m not assertive enough to parallel QL, and I sure as hell hope I’m not like LX (I say while lovingly petting his hat). I’d say I’m most like XF, then? Except… even before I got into Link Click, I would joke about my friends’ characters being tasty/yummy and how much I wanted to just. stick them in my mouth and violently chew. I thought it was cute aggression. Maybe it was actually untapped Vein muse LOL

tagged by : @hourdive ty, this was very fun!! tagging : @repeatingdeath ...? Everyone else I know has done something like this before or was previously tagged, I think, so I hope you haven't yet;;; otherwise I look silly, um. glances around

[squidthusiast]

I know it’s an older fic, but thoughts on “may I offer you an egg in these trying times?”

Heyo Anon,

Been wanting to answer this one for a while, but life! It gets busy.

It’s been so long since I heard about that fic; pretty sure I read it back in late 2023 or so, but my memory’s foggy..

Two things straight out the bat:

1. I’ll base my thoughts on what I recall, which is a bit vague but i’d like to think mostly accurate;

2. I have written prior thoughts about pearlina moms (specifically with agent 8) that you can find through the ask tag. People who have read that post may know i’m a bit finicky about this stuff!

Thoughts below the cut ⬇️

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Disclaimer: These are just my thoughts and opinions. Do not let me dampen any fun or headcanons you may have! I’m in no way or form a pearlina authority lol. You go write the fics you want and have a good time.

In regards to the fic, the general plot I recall and understand is that Pearl and Marina are off-duty for a while, and Marina turns out to have been gravid for some time without knowing. All of this is stated in the first chapter.

Pearl and Marina end up with a biological egg of their own, and the rest of the fic has them figuring out whether they intend to keep it, plus going through how their relationship is affected by this event.

When I originally read it, I was still fresh on the pearlina scene and I didn’t quite have my own, more solidified, version of both of their characters.

Right now, I do have a more matured/developed taste and preference on how they are depicted, plus my own headcanons (some are generally accepted and others not as much!).

However, i’ll base this post mostly on what I recall was my original impression, with some current thoughts sprinkled in as well.

I found that, as a general vibe, this was a fic that was definitely very self indulgent, and didn’t necessarily have a goal of exploring themes more in depth throughout its run. This is not a bad thing; I can certainly say that the author seemed to have had fun writing it, and they both completed this series and (if my memory serves me right) wrote a sequel as well. This leads me to believe that the process was enjoyable both for them and the readers, which I very much hope it was!

In a nutshell: A fun/entertaining not-that-deep read that is very niche (pearlina moms), and has very rapid peaks in regards to the angst -> fluff pipeline, sometimes coexisting at the same time. A classic ‘binge this whole series at midnight for entertainment’ kind of fic, if the plot & theme align enough with your preferences (or if you don’t care that much).

I gotta say though, I really think that fics in general don’t necessarily have to be deep to be meaningful or worth reading; I think as long as someone enjoys it (may it be the reader, the author, or both), it has served its purpose thoroughly. Art is something we use to express ourselves (and it can be fun!).

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In regards to the characterization, I can say now that my current version of Pearl and Marina are much more different than those of the author. I feel it may have leaned a little too heavily on the extremes of their personalities (ex.: Marina being very sensitive and Pearl being very brash) with not as much nuance or less intense depictions throughout. The angst may have been a bit too intense and lacking build-up at times too. However, at the time I first read it, I didn’t mind and/or disregarded some of this, given that I didn’t have solid preferences AND I was reading it for lighthearted fun.

I am not a writer; most of my knowledge on story and character development/depiction is based on illustration, college english classes, and whatever else that i’ve gathered from reading + interacting with writers.

Because of this, I don’t think I am quite qualified to really give proper advice on what could be improved when it comes to literary works. Also i’m just a guy who likes pearlina & made a blog for fun, so take this all with a grain of salt lol.

What I will say is that people who enjoy pearlina moms, multi-chapter fics with one main storyline, and are looking for digestible entertainment-oriented plots will most likely enjoy it or at least give it a read.

I will gladly invite those who check any of the above interests, and/or who are simply curious, to try it and form your own personal opinion :)

***(I think the author is currently rewriting it and I don’t have any current opinion on the rewrite. I’m unsure if the og fic of which this post talks about is still up. In the case that it isn’t, sorry!)

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My final thoughts & closure:

In regards to the general tag itself (pearlina moms), i’m just not huge on depictions of Pearl and Marina being parents at a young age (anywhere from early to mid twenties), all while hitting the stardom/peak phase of their career. I just feel like it doesn’t align with theiir personalities, but that’s really just my own personal preference more than anything!

I *have* read other pearlina moms fics (along with… most of the pearlina ao3 archive..), and there are some others that I did enjoy. This one in particular I recall that it was simple fun & it entertained me during college, though the sequel kinda lost me, i’ll be honest. (I have a hard time with fankids, but that’s me!).

I’m a sucker for fluff, and there are parts that are definitely enjoyable in regards to a familial setting, plot, etc. that these fics often explore. I am, however, also particular about what I like from these types of fics so not a lot make it to my reading list. Still, I will more often than not attempt to keep an open mind & give things a try, (or if I happen to not like them I just go on my merry way and mind my own business)

In regards to fanart, it would take a fic from this category to really strike a strong emotional cord in me to make me want to draw something for it unprompted. Otherwise I may do it for a commission, or a close friend maybe idk.

I might just like, draw a random pearlina egg or smth though (unrelated to the fic), just for the fun of it lol. I love painting & looking at translucent-esque things (it may be a bit of a visual stim, idk!), and I love creatures/embryos cus they’re fun and quirky and I love creatures <3 mm creatures..

So if I draw that, this ^ is most likely why lmao.

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Hope this satisfies your curiosity anon, thanks for the ask :)

If you (or anyone else) wants to see me draw specific things for fics or other kinds of work, you can shoot me a DM for commission info.

Unfortunately, I’m unable to take comms in the next few months as of this post, due to portfolio work & a secret fun project. I can, however, give you an approximate quote :)

Cheerio!

[theflixdiaryproject]

"I found a British guy in a cave! I thought he was a little boy, but he has a full beard!" - Beth Hatten

author Loretta Sage (Sandra Bullock), known for her steamy adventure novels, is kidnapped by an eccentric billionaire, Abigail Fairfax (Daniel Radcliffe), who believes her fictional story holds clues to a real-life treasure. her well-meaning but hapless book cover model, Alan (Channing Tatum), launches a rescue mission, leading to a madcap jungle adventure full of mishaps and unexpected allies.

read my review below (may contain spoilers):

watched July 28th, 2024 on netflix

The Lost City had me curious, and I’ll say, it’s got that fun kind of vibe. Sandra Bullock’s character, Loretta, spends a good bit of the film in a pink sequined jumpsuit; and honestly, thank goodness it didn’t stick around for the entire runtime. that sparkly outfit is probably the real hero of this movie, enduring mud, sweat, and who-knows-what else! Sandra Bullock is as graceful as ever, and I have to say, she does not look a day older than she did in her last rom-com; but she really looks scrawny. her chemistry with Channing Tatum? well, it’s there.. like, it’s okay. they’re both charming, and even if I didn’t totally buy the romance, the banter’s fun. Channing’s character, Alan, is that classic loveable oaf, trying to be the brave hero but tripping over vines and his own feet. he definitely brings in a few laughs with his clumsy attempts at rescuing her, and his knack for looking completely clueless is half the comedy.

now, I have to admit, Daniel Radcliffe as the villain caught me off guard. haven’t I seen him as an evil archaeologist before? turns out, this is becoming his thing, and I’m honestly not mad about it. he has that perfect mix of arrogance and lunacy, and while it’s not the most original character, he brings enough quirk to keep it entertaining. then, oh man, Brad Pitt. I was NOT expecting him to show up, and when he did, it was in the most Brad Pitt way possible—charismatic, effortlessly cool, and, surprisingly, pretty funny! this guy shows up as some wild-card mercenary, and he’s just so nonchalant about all the action happening around him. usually, we see him as the smooth, mysterious type, but here, he’s leaning into the comedy, and it’s a pretty good fit. honestly, I’m convinced Brad can pull off any role he wants. he’s in and out way too quickly, but he makes a memorable impact for sure. overall, The Lost City is just a fun, light-hearted ride. it’s one of those movies where we don’t think too hard, laugh at the goofy bits, and just enjoy the ridiculous plot. sure, it’s predictable and has some cheesy moments, but it doesn’t try to be anything it’s not. this is pure popcorn fun, with a bit of adventure, a hint of romance, and a lot of laughs. if you’re after a movie with a mix of escapist adventure and humour, this one’s worth a watch.

final verdict: I think it was okay/watchable

maturity rating: 13+ genre: action, adventure, comedy, romance duration: 1h 52m (112 mins) country of origin: USA language: English, Spanish, Latin screenplay: Oren Uziel, Dana Fox, Adam Nee, Aaron Nee major cast: Sandra Bullock, Channing Tatum, Daniel Radcliffe, Da'Vine Joy Randolph, Brad Pitt

[yukine-sakamoto]

Review of Cells at Work: Code Black

I know it’s in the name, but this show was dark. I was expecting something a little closer to the light-hearted slice-of-life of the original, but this was depressing. It was interesting to see how the body responds to adverse conditions, so the educational draw was still there. However, they throw a lot at you pretty quickly, so it’s not like I’ll really remember any of it. I certainly don’t remember much from the original. I did appreciate that there was a bit more characterization and plot in this one. The issues that the body faced each episode built up and the stress affected the characters. But I can’t say I really enjoyed watching all these characters nearly or fully lose it because of the stress and trauma of their work, and there really wasn’t much character depth other than that.

I mainly wanted to watch this show because it featured a strong girl (WBC) protecting a relatively weaker boy (RBC), which is a dynamic I like and is so very rarely seen. (Kinda messed up that role reversal is only seen in the unhealthy body, not sure what they’re trying to say there.) I thought I was just being a perv, but apparently the artists had a similar idea. I won’t lie, I liked the WBCs’ designs. They’re tall, strong, confident, busty, dressed for action, and wield katanas. And, I could have appreciated a bit of fan service, but I think they went a little too hard. The tonal whiplash between watching the cells’ repeated near-death experiences and the copious boob shots was very difficult to process. The uniforms were nice but the plunging neckline felt out of place, and honestly some times the chests looked like they were drawn by amateurs, like, two big circles sticking straight out instead of the sort of tear-drop shape with actual gravity. And the characters weren’t deep enough to have any kind of real romance anyway. There were some cute moments but not much. I mean I knew it wasn’t a romance show going in but still.

I thought the show was a tad preachy as well. Like it felt very clear that it was urging people to lead healthier lives as well as commenting on work culture, especially Japanese black companies (thus the name). I think the weight of the work commentary is somewhat lost on a foreign audience, and while it’s not bad to encourage people to care for themselves, I don’t want to feel guilty while I’m trying to relax and watch tv. It was odd in the ED episode especially that they seemed to take a negative stance toward casual sex. I think that’s actually a very unhealthy stance to espouse, and it wasn’t really as scientific. Sperm die all the time no matter what your sex life is, so it’s weird for a cell to get worked up over it. Plus it felt strange coming after the episodes on smoking and alcohol, which are different and obviously unhealthy. It was honestly strange to spend a whole episode fixated on this guy’s boner. I mean sure, the follow up episode on STIs kind of makes sense, safe sex and all that, but those two came off with a different vibe for me.

Overall, it was decently enjoyable though somewhat forgettable: 7/10.

[violettathepiratequeen]

May 25th, 2025

Hello there, gentle viewers! Welcome back to Buffy Slays, where I’ll be going through all 144 episodes of BtVS over the course of a year, highlighting as many of the GOOD moments, lines, character choices, worldbuilding moments, etc. etc. as I think people will have the patience to read. 

So, here we go! 

Season 2, Episode 11, “Ted.”

When Buffy's mother is romanced by a computer software salesman named Ted, Buffy's uneasy feelings prompt her to look into his past. (Pulled from Hulu.)

If you're reading along and haven't finished the show, consider this your Spoiler Warning for discussion of future episodes and major plot points in any and all of these posts.

Episode Number: #23 Episode Ranking: #134 out of 144. Writer: David Greenwalt & Joss Whedon

Top 5 Quotes:

“You make me feel bad that I don’t feel better.” —Miss Calendar

“Buffy, I believe the subtext here is rapidly becoming, uh, text.” —Giles

“But I'm sure it wasn't your fault. He started it.” “Yeah, that defense only works in six-year-old court, Will.”—Willow and Buffy

“That's right, little lady, you killed me. Do we have something to say about that? Are we sorry?” —Ted

“I guess you should know, since you helped raise that demon that killed that guy that time?” “Yes, do let's bring that up as often as possible.” —Cordelia and Giles

How “Ted” Slays:

Buffy’s Overalls of Sadness. I don’t know a lot about clothes or fashion in general, but I do know that so much of the time, what Buffy wears reflects what she's feeling or going through inside. The term “Overalls of Sadness” is not mine and is something I’ve seen floating around in this fandom, but at least three times in her high school years, she wears these baggy, shapeless dungarees when she’s deeply upset about something. And this episode is the first occurrence, when she thinks she’s killed a human Ted. Reverting back to the innocent child she aches to be, or just thinking she doesn’t deserve to be beautiful or girly while wearing them, I’m not sure, but either way they’re a big screaming signal to me that she needs to be hugged and taken care of, and I love her in these overalls so much.

Buffy’s besties. Who come over to hang at her house at the beginning of the episode. Who instantly click with Ted, talking animatedly to him and gushing about their interests, and letting him take them mini golfing. Of course, this guy is a sick twisted robot and he’s drugging them into complacency, but the fact that it just feels so normal to have Willow and Xander vibing with the boyfriend of their best friend’s mom is really great. Because if he was an actual potential stepdad who enjoyed having them hang around and liking his cooking, I bet they would eat that right up, so starved for parental attention as they are, my poor loves.

Giles’ role in this episode is curiously elsewhere while all the drama with Buffy’s potential father figure is going on, but when he’s not with Jenny, he’s still looking after Buffy. He accompanies her on patrol while she takes out her Ted frustrations on the vamps, and listens to her rant about vampires and their stupid mini pizzas. Giles knows she’s not talking about the vampires anymore, and presumably he does know about Ted because his kids tell him everything, but he simply asks Buffy what’s bothering her. When she deflects, he presses again, asking if there’s anything she wants to share. After Ted’s supposed murder, Giles announces that Buffy’s in no state to patrol, and loads up a bag of weapons, heading out on her behalf. This episode very much could have been angled towards the fact that Giles is the only stepdad Buffy will accept, but instead he stays out of most of it… and yet takes care of her anyway. The parallel of Buffy walking in on her mother kissing Ted in the beginning, and then walking in on Giles kissing Jenny at the end, equally disturbed by both, is another indication of this. She has to watch both her respective parents kissing other people, and when Giles and Joyce actually kiss each other in Band Candy, Buffy is even more wigged by that, haha!

When Ted invites the Scoobies for mini-golf, Buffy tries to come up with an excuse not to go, but all she can say is “Unfortunately we have to do that… thing on Saturday.” She gives Willow a meaningful look, who catches on and offers helpfully, “Oh, that thing. That thing!” and gives Xander the same meaningful look. And Xander waves it off, saying “We can do that thing anytime. I’m tired of doing that thing,” in a twist of the “clueless friend” trope that I adore to death, because Xander is not clueless, he catches onto their ruse right away and recognizes that his role is to play along, but he really wants to go golfing and have mini pizzas so he absolutely destroys it for them, without ratting them out. This is the kind of writing that makes for interesting characters and interactions!

Jenny and Giles. She sees through his flimsy excuse to come visit her, and says it makes her feel worse to see his puppy eyes when he fusses over her. He’s meek and apologetic, saying he didn’t mean to make “dog eyes” at her, and I absolutely believe him, but, my dude, you’re giving her puppy eyes while saying that line. He’s so fretful and concerned, and I love that for him, but then Jenny gives him honestly one of my favorite lines in the whole show. “You make me feel bad that I don’t feel better.” Which I think, a lot of the time, is what others’ worry feels to those of us with mental or chronic or even terminal illnesses. It’s nice in small doses, a recognition of our suffering and brokenness, but ultimately makes us feel bad that we don’t feel better, especially because we know we’re causing other people pain, causing them to worry and fuss over us when we’re already doing and shouldering all we can. So anyway, I love this line, and this interaction. But then, of course, Jenny later follows Giles on patrol, startling him and blurting out that she wants to apologize for dismissing his worries and being harsh! And in spite of what I said about loving her line, I love this too, because she has been shutting him out, something poor Giles just simply hasn’t known how to handle, and he deserves that apology. He’s attacked by a vampire and Jenny pulls out a crossbow in an attempt to help, only to shoot Giles instead, which she’s also extremely apologetic for. She laughs as he leans on her and she takes him to the hospital, saying he really knows how to woo a girl back, teasing and flirting in the way she’s always done with him, and we know they’re gonna be okay. 

Xander gives Cordelia a genuine compliment on her outfit, which throws her. He has several other disparaging comments about her clothes when he’s still in the phase of hating her, so I love that first of all, he’s aware enough to know that girls, and particularly this girl, like to be complimented on their clothes. And second of all, he only says mean stuff about her clothes when they’re fighting, but it’s not actually what he thinks. I love a guy who tries, that’s all, and Xander truly tries his best.

As part of her investigation of Ted, Buffy goes down to his office and has to make up a lie about being a temp for the day when someone strikes up a conversation with her. She is known to suck at undercover, but I really enjoy this scene. A middle-aged office dude who’s probably been there for twenty years, instead of giving her a hard time or bossing her around or trying to mansplain anything to her, gives her a friendly greeting, recognizing that she hasn’t been here before. And when Buffy asks about Ted, he’s only too happy to share her hatred of the guy, and give her the info he knows. I’m so pleased with this random character, and I enjoy how seamlessly Buffy slips into that office to get the facts she needed, and it’s not even a very remarkable scene! But it’s executed flawlessly.

Buffy on the swing. She patrolled with Giles after first meeting Ted, and took out her frustrations on the vampires. And now she’s wanting to work out some more frustrations when Ted says he’s thinking about marrying her mother, but all we see is her alone on a swing in a park, holding a stake and calling out softly, “Vampires? Heeeere, vampires!” And just like when she wears the Overalls of Sadness, I want to hug her and love her and not let her be so damn ALONE. 

When Ted “comes back to life” Joyce is overjoyed, and bewildered, and instantly claims that Buffy never meant to hurt him. And for a second, he’s all calm and reassuring and the man that Joyce is falling in love with. Until suddenly he isn’t, suddenly he’s insisting they leave, and that he already packed all her clothes for her. Joyce is still in the dark about supernatural activity and she’s still reeling from shock and grief and feelings for this guy, but she catches on that something’s wrong and he’s being a creep. And instead of confronting him, she tries to pacify him, saying she’d better just go upstairs to get her things, when in reality she was trying to go call the police. At least the second instance this season, with School Hard being the first, of Joyce recognizing the danger she and Buffy are in, and handling it calmly and resourcefully despite having no idea what’s wrong. And that’s definitely a win for her character, especially in yet another episode that doesn’t put her in the greatest light.

Ted’s 50’s middle-aged suburban family guy phrases. “Hell of a day! Makes you feel like you’re eighteen again!” “Want a little gravy with that?” “How about a nice game of parcheesi?” These don’t appear until Buffy’s ripped him open and left his wires showing, meaning he’s starting to short-circuit, and go back to probably his original programming. It’s disconcerting to hear these phrases though while he’s openly threatening Buffy and Joyce, and even dying right at the very end. It gives him that extra level of creepy, that underlying note that he really was messed up from the very beginning, even under all that nice family man exterior, and just adds an extra level of brilliance to this episode.

The Scoobies so often take just a little bit too long to realize that Buffy’s intuition is right about the bad stuff happening, and this episode is no exception… except that they were drugged. And it’s nice to see that as soon as the effects started to wear off and they realize what’s going on, they’re on board with her, all the way. Willow starts looking into Ted and how he could be evil, and Xander finds the bodies of Ted’s first four wives in a closet. Cordelia is still trying to avoid Xander and their humiliating kisses, but even without being drugged, she comes with them to investigate Ted’s house, and helps find his secret underground bunker. And it’s just great to have an example showing that when the Scoobies are thinking clearly, they do what they do best, which is research and investigate until they find the answers to Buffy’s questions, leaving her to slay whatever beast is running around.

The ending scene, of Buffy and Joyce eating snap peas on the porch, in such a sweet and domestic moment between them. They’re at odds the whole episode, and Joyce’s drugged complacency made her say some stuff to Buffy she shouldn't have, but at the end, all is forgiven. And Joyce wants to watch a movie with her daughter, something that has no romance or horror or men in it. And it’s just a nice little window into their lives when there’s nothing terrible going on; only the aftermath of it where they can just be, and recover together.

Evil Stepparents:

There’s an “evil stepmother” (or stepfather) trope for a reason, that’s in all kinds of myths, fairy tales, and hell, even Shakespeare. Of course there are some cases IRL where it works out that the subsequent spouse of a parent is great and works out just fine with their children, and I need to slap on the disclaimer right now that I am in NO WAY belittling those; I know they exist, and I’m happy they exist!

… but in many cases, it’s not ideal. And almost never does it go well in stories. 

This episode is one of the worst of the show, in my opinion; it’s tough to watch and Ted is just creepy and uncomfortable the whole way through. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love what it’s showing. Buffy’s mom has a new boyfriend, one who looks nice and normal, who cooks and gets along with her friends, who asks how Buffy’s day is going and takes them mini-golfing. And she hates him from minute one. She hates that he’s there, she hates that he’s so perfect and that everyone loves him. She rants about him to Giles and Angel and this is all before even we the audience see that there’s anything actually wrong with him.

And of course, Buffy being Buffy, she’s right about him being up to no good. And the Hellmouth being the Hellmouth, he’s actually a robot who has been kidnapping women for years. Which makes this an extremely satisfying tale to anyone who has ever hated their stepparents and were convinced they were evil, because Buffy gets to kill him, twice, and no one ever hears from him again.

But even if he wasn’t a robot. Even if he wasn’t actually bad. Buffy feels uncomfortable with him there, she doesn’t want to accept him by eating his food, and she’s upset with her mother for finding another partner. Something she will work through by S5 when her mother goes on a date with Brian from her gallery, but right now Buffy is still growing up. She still feels the sting of her parents’ divorce, and thinks longingly of when they were all one big happy family. Angel suggests to her that maybe her mother needs someone in her life to make her feel not so lonely, and Buffy begrudgingly admits that he’s right, but it’s still rough on her.

Angel also asks if there’s anyone Buffy would think was good enough for her mother, and Buffy’s answer is “my dad.” Which is so interesting… because she knows her dad has been a little absent in her life, I’m sure she knows that her parents weren’t happy and needed to be apart, and as soon as Angel gives her a pitying look for her answer, she immediately backtracks, saying she knows it’ll never happen. But the little girl in her still wants that: her parents happy and together and taking care of her.

If Ted had been Joe Normal, kind and fun and genuinely loving her and her mother, Buffy still would have hated him and wanted him gone, and she would have been within her rights to do so.

Because no stepparent can make up for the real thing, no matter how great they are. And a lot of the time, their stepchildren are just gonna see them as evil.

Killing a Human:

There’s a point in this episode where Buffy thinks she killed Ted, who at the time she still thought was human, normal, innocent, even if she’d just been waiting for him to give her a reason to fight him. But she didn’t mean to hurt him, definitely didn’t mean to kill him, and she walks around in this numb, tearful state after it happens, in her trademark Overalls of Sadness. She hated the guy, and yet she feels terrible for his death. Joyce tries to cover for her to the police, claiming that Ted just fell, but Buffy immediately confesses to hitting him, allowing herself to be brought in for questioning.

She’s horrified with herself, and tearfully apologetic and sorrowful over the death of a man she wanted gone, and although she’s been careful not to deliver a killing blow to a human before now, this is the first we see of how much she truly does try to spare humans from death at her hands.

It’s why she will be so bothered by Faith killing Allan in Bad Girls, and her own perceived murder of Katrina in Dead Things. It’s why she tries to save the groundskeeper in the Pack, and the swim coach in Go Fish. Why she can’t kill Ben in the Gift. Why she argues so hard against killing Warren in Villains. Why when Anya became a demon again, Buffy waits until she’s actually killing people in Selfless before attempting to slay her. 

Why in Touched, when Spike tells her there are always casualties in war, she stresses the fact that he makes it sound so casual, but these are girls that she’s getting killed.

She cares, deeply, for any and all humans, even the truly terrible ones. And that’s not a Slayer thing, because we will see other Slayers and Potentials who are more focused on the death of demons than the collateral damage of humans. It’s just Buffy, just her own Buffy heart, her own human empathy. The warrior in her will know not to cry over the deaths of those she’s fighting in battle and the general in her will recruit people to her war that she knows will die for her. The Slayer in her, obviously, fights and kills demons and vampires and humanoid creatures every day. She’s very familiar with death, blood, guts, and the fleetingness of life and existence in general.

But Buffy Summers will always hurt for the deaths of the innocent, and will bend over backwards to avoid delivering the fatal blow on any human she doesn’t have to. 

Because it absolutely crushes her when she kills someone, and this episode is the first to show it.

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And that’s a wrap on Episode 23! Thank you so much for reading this far!

Previous: “What’s My Line? Part 2.”

Next up: “Bad Eggs.” 

(Credit for GIFs in this post: @detectivedawnsummers)

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Hi everyone! I'm not new to roleplaying at all, but am looking to get back into it after a little break and hoping for some new writing partners. I only write on discord!

Sorry in advance for the long post:

I'm 25f and have been roleplaying for a looong time. Please be 21+ before interacting (I will be checking and blocking if not). My availability fluctuates, but I’ll keep you in the loop and I won’t leave you in the dark for weeks.

I've been having so much inspiration recently and am dying for some new roleplays. I'm a real sucker for writing deep and complex characters, and very much enjoy writing for the plot and character development as opposed to poorly written smut just for the sake of it. NSFW / romance isn’t required if it’s not something you vibe with, or if it fits in with the rp I'm happy to write smut, or fade to black, whatever you're more comfortable with.

I like writing MxF, and MxM. I prefer writing complex male characters, but have a handful of female muses I adore writing.

I love playing multiple characters in a rp, but you're welcome to play as many or few as you like. The guys I play are pretty well thought out, with lots of depth, background, emotion, and usually a bunch of trauma (please tell me any limits in advance). All I ask is your character is not dry and impossible to work with. If you present me with an overly subby character who's lacking personality, I’ll probably drop the rp, sorry.

I prefer quality over quantity. I can get carried away and write pages upon pages, but if you can only manage a couple of good paragraphs, that's fine with me. I'll try and match your length in replies as long as they're not one liners, please.

I have a special soft spot for horror roleplays, and roleplays which have a lot of plot more than a dry romance between two characters. I don’t like playing the villain / victim trope constantly. I’m not going to write a kidnapper to a cutesy innocent character, sorry. But apart from that I’m open to pretty much anything, so if you’ve got any plots you’d like to try out please let me know and I’m sure we can work something out together.

Very few dark themes are off limits with me, which can all be discussed through DMs, but at the same time I love soft and fluffy plots just as much so please don’t be afraid to ask for anything!

Here’s some tropes which have been nagging at my brain recently:

Cannibal family x prying detective (or something equivalent)

Apocalypse (zombies, plague, etc — I’ve got so many characters to play for this)

Your characters car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and he stumbles across a shitty looking motel, my character is the receptionist but he’s a morally grey ghost who was murdered in the motel 20 years ago

Haunted house (I’m thinking we play a family, one parent and one teen / kid each kinda vibe - or a group of friends on vacation)

Pirates

1960s catholic orphanage with lots of religious trauma

1950s criminal x good girl

Victorian era - I have a thieving conman character who would love to scam your character out of everything they own

Supernatural creatures: vampires / werewolves / sirens (mixed with small town vibes?)

WW2 - I’ve got a couple of injured soldiers to pair with a sweet lil nurse

1930s outlaws

Stripper x gang member

Killer x cop

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