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strwberri-milk · 2 years

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helloo?? just found the best Kaeya fics I've ever read?? thank you!!?? may I request reader's first time with Kaeya? or if I may, Kaeya taking readers virginity? If you do end up writing this thank you!

hello this is my favourite trope idk if i think kaeya is like super duper experienced but i like to imagine that hes got enough exprience under his belt mainly bc?? it just works better w the way i go into this but i do not subscribe to manwhore mondays kaeya not to slam anyone who does i just!!! also love the idea of him being so shy w someone he loves anyway goodbye - also aefawfaw i went so overbard and thank you for the compliment and request!!

Kaeya's a sweetheart. When he asked you out he did it with a shy smile after an insane amount of deliberation that he hasn't even used to do his job. Clearly, he's got his priorities straight and you're dead center in his sights.

You were worried that some of the less than savoury rumors about him were true. You two were close enough that you could determine such things about him were indeed just falsities but that didn't stop the voice in the back of your head trying to warn you about him.

But, thankfully the concern was unfounded with the way he was treating you. Kaeya was more than patient with you, not minding waiting at all. After all, as long as you were happy he was happy! And he's got an overactive imagination that can help him out when needed.

However, once you told him you were willing to move to the next step in your relationship physically he can't deny just how excited the prospect made him. He wasn't ready to do it right away, no, he wanted to make sure everything was perfect, meaning he's set up everything mentally to make sure you would have an amazing time period, forget the whole first thing.

Kaeya can feel his heart pound painfully in his chest at the way you look up at him. The haze of lust sits comfortably over both your shoulders, his hands gently resting against the hem of your shirt. You answer the unspoken question in his eye, hiding the urge to cover yourself as his gaze roams over your now fully nude body. His knee sits between your legs, keeping you in place as he leans down to kiss you again.

"You're still okay, right?" he asks when your lips part, checking in with you for what feels like the gajillionth time. It just makes you laugh, nodding as you rest your arms on his shoulders.

"Just be gentle, okay? I can't handle all of your pent-up libido at once," you tease, laugh dissolving into slight whines when he starts trailing kisses down your neck to your collar.

It takes him no time to work you to a whining mess, fingers working skillfully over you as your hips buck into him. You want him to press inside of you, craving him in a way you've never felt before but he only shushes you, wanting to prepare you first.

Kaeya takes note of every reaction you give him, making sure to focus his attentions on certain parts or motions when you keen especially loud or hard into his body. His cock bounces against his stomach just as eagerly, holding back his own desire to make the most out of this moment.

The way you spill over his fingers with your first orgasm makes him almost cum untouched, mind racing as he desperately tries to imagine what it'll feel like to have your body clenching over his cock. He kisses you hard as you cum, swallowing all of your moans eagerly as his hands hold your thighs apart to spread you wide for his girth.

"Kaeya!" you whine breathlessly, shoulders digging into the sheets as he begins to press into you.

You knew he was big, already unsure if you'd be able to take him when you saw him undress. He promised to make it as painless as possible, making sure to lubricate both of your bodies effectively to lessen the burden of the stretch. However, even just getting the bulbous head of his cock seemed to be too much for you right now, pain coursing through your body as he buries your face into his shoulder.

"Just be patient, okay?' he grunts into your ear, moaning loudly as he sinks inside of you a little deeper.

"It'll hurt right now but if you can bear it with me just a little it'll feel good, I swear. Just let me take care of you sweetheart."

You nod against him, nails that were once digging into his back from pain becoming marks of pleasure once the two of you adjust. His pace is steady, not too fast or harsh, but just enough that you can feel his heavy balls slapping against your ass in a way that's so lewd when mixed with his low moans in your ear. You struggle to move against him, the foreign intrusion and burn in your thighs almost distracting you from the numb pleasure burning in your mind and core.

His pace gets rougher when you begin to buck against him impatiently, finally finding a rhythm that the two of you can match together. It takes everything in him to not hold your hips down and ram into you the way he's been dreaming of, saving it in the back of his mind for another time. Now, he's more focused on the way you call out his name, words melting off when he hits a particular spot inside of you.

"Feels good, doesn't it? You're doing so good for me right now - you feel so much better than I thought you would," he praises, biting back his more filthy thoughts as you nod.

"I wanna cum, please, Kaeya, I want you so bad," you cry, hands moving to press against his chest as he obliges to your wish.

He brings a hand back down to where your bodies are joined, resisting his urge to cum when you clench over him from the touch of his fingers. It makes you so tight he can barely move, thrusts getting rougher to accommodate the adjustment.

Soon enough, the two of you are cumming together, your release something Kaeya thinks he'll never forget. He memorises the way your brows draw together, the way you sing for him, the tightening over his dick as he feels your walls milk him for all he's worth.

You've absolutely ruined him, his brain rotting at the reminder he's the only one that you've shown this lewd expression to. He can't wait to show you even more things.

#kaeya #kaeya smut #kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact smut #genshin smut

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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A/N: heyo so this was a request from a super sweet friend of mine who wanted to remain anonymous! They wanted a little sweet, romantic, and wholesome fic with BTAS Mad Hatter just truly perplexed that someone outside of his wildest fantasies can actually exist! It was such a sweet and wholesome idea, I couldn't not write it lol. Hope y'all enjoy!

Trigger Warning: none, just really super fluffy and romantic, you may get cavities it’s pretty sweet.

Word Count: 627

BTAS Mad Hatter x Reader - Better Than A Dream

For once the sun pierced through the thick depressing smog that often plagued Gotham City.

A frabjous day indeed for Jervis to spend time with his beloved.

The bright rays showered the both of you, warming you two like a weighted blanket

Jervis’ head was nestled in your lap. His eyes closed, not yet asleep but on the brink of dozing. He was almost certain he was dreaming, he had to have been…if he was, he was sure he didn’t want to wake up.

Your hands steadily raked through his golden hair. Occasionally, you would pause the book you were reading out loud to grant him a small kiss on his forehead. Sometimes you’d kiss his cheek or his nose instead, both willing victims to your kisses.

Jervis couldn’t help but feel a little remorseful. He had long forgotten what you were reading, not that he wouldn’t catch up, it was his favorite book after all.

He just couldn’t help himself. You were just so enchanting…so wonderful.

Jervis slowly fluttered his eyes open to gaze at you.

There you still were, just as radiant as before. Even more than the version he saw when he drifted off for a bit.

In all his years of solitude, longingly seeking companionship in the recesses of his mind in his dreams or through his machinations in reality.

None of them could compare to the real deal.

The real you and the genuine love between the two of you.

Oh, no Wonderland beyond his wildest imagination could conjure up a vision such as you.

“Jervis?”

All of a sudden your voice cut through the white noise. Your voice soft and sweet like a tea party delicacy.

“Yes, darling?” He asked, slightly propping himself up to properly face you.

“Is, is everything okay?” You inquired with your face slightly flushed red.

“Why, everything is grand, darling-why do you ask?”

“You were just…quiet and,” you giggled nervously as your cheeks continued to redden. “You were staring.”

Jervis hummed amused. It tickled him how utterly unaware of how beautiful and magnificent you are. Especially to him.

What he wouldn’t give for a looking glass that showed you how you look to him. Maybe you wouldn’t doubt yourself so much.

Jervis sat up fully in front of you. He gave you a soft smile and reached out his hands to frame your face against his palms. His thumbs began gently caressing your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, darling. I was just…ensuring you’re real…being with you is much like living a dream. I had to make sure you were truly there.”

You giggled breathlessly, your hand came up to hold one of his own. “Oh, Jervis…shush! I’m real. I’m not a dream.”

“But you are beloved…you most certainly are! A dream within a dream! A dream that I’ve dreamt of for so long! So long…I thought for the longest it would just be that…a fantasy…a Wonderland I could only enjoy in my mind.”

Your eyebrows furrowed softly, as you thought back to how Jervis mentioned how lonely he was before meeting you. How he felt like love and companionship was just constantly beyond his reach.

You smiled at him after gently kissing the inside of his palm. “Well, the same can certainly be said for you too. Every time I’m with you it feels like I’m on Cloud 9.”

Jervis’ smile widened as he leaned his face closer to yours, resting his forehead against your own.

One of his hands moved upward into your hair, he combed back a few loose strands that obscured your face.

“It means the world to hear you say that, my darling.”

You beamed happily, playfully rubbing the tip of your nose against his own which made him chuckle.

Jervis leaned in closer to you. His lips finally meeting yours in a sweet loving kiss. When the need for air became greater than your love, you two reluctantly pulled apart.

“I love you…so much, darling. You are my Wonderland.”

“I love you too…and you are my Mad Hatter.”

#ri writes #btas mad hatter x reader #btas jervis tetch x reader #batman the animated series mad hatter x reader #batman the animated series jervis tetch x reader

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pain-indeed · 2 days

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Let's talk about Mecha Knight

Well, well, well, would you look at the time. It's "me writing too much about Kirby" 'o clock ! And it seems like Mecha Knight will be the topic.

So, the reason I am writting this is that I see more and more people say that Mecha Knight is an overused subject and it doesn't deserve to have so much angsty fics, art, etc. I strongly disagree and I will explain why. I know people won't change their mind with a single, random rant, but I just want to share my opinion on the matter. With that in mind, here I go, describing how the whole Mecha Knight thing is indeed messed up.

First I want to objectively describe the situation. So the Haltman Company invades popstar, starts mechanising everything and everyone. Meta Knight has the Halberd blown up, and we don't hear about him untill world 4. We discover that he had tried to fight the corporation by himself, then failed and was captured. Then he was turned into a cyborg forced by mind control to work for the guys who are actively destroying what he was trying to save against his own will, and forced to try killing one of his friends/rival twice, before being freed and helping the heroes.

I think we can all agree that this a bad thing to happen to anyone. Kidnapping, enslaving and modifying someone without consent is pretty horrible, and there is no denying that. Everyone who has basic ethics and empathy would know that. So logically, people sympathise with Meta Knight, and they can show it by imagining what it must have felt like for him trough art.

So, why the heck would some people try arguing why it actually was'nt that bad and artists should stop "milking angst" out of this ?!

Here's their argument ; Some have said that Meta could'nt have been badly hurt, as he is seen seemingly fine after fighting Haltman. As if being fine physically means you are fine mentally. If you were mechanised, do you think you would'nt feel at least a little bad ? Is it wrong to think the victim of this situation may keep some scarring memories ? Or is it that you think Meta Knight having trauma is contradictory to his character and he should'nt be allowed to ?

Well, in fact, if you look back at his personality, having trauma out of being Mecha Knight make perfect sense as it goes against his most defining trait ; stenght.

Normally he is very powerfull, physically, mentally and politically. His character practically revolves around power ( he is often shown trying to be more powerfull ). So imagine what it must be like, having all that strenght completly taken away from you and used by his ennemies against his allies. How it must feel to go from leader to slave. Not being able to move an inch by yourself while your body moves on its own. And it's only made worse by how in every other instance of him being posessed, he was shown to have tryied resisting evil influence. Even in RoMK he was revolting against lazinness. Here, the only clue we have about him trying to resist was the title of his battle theme, commonly known as "inner struggle". But the fact you can't even see that in game prooves how powerless he was, how vain his resistance was.

Even if having been turned into a robot did'nt disturb him, not being able to do anything against it definitly could have made him question himself. It could have shattered his ego and confidance in his abilities. It make perfect sense.

And, well, being turned into a cyborg must have been terrifying anyways. We don't know how mechanisation actually worked, but according to the number of screws in the mechanised people's design, how we only see him after a while and Kumazaki's habit of impliying terrifying stuff going on behind the scenes, it's understandable to assume it was painfull. And it must also suck to be treated as an actual object.

So, yeah, the situation was indeed pretty fucking bad, and seeing people trying to say it’s not unnerves me. I think they either are Meta Knight fans who feel like him being allowed to feel the slightest of insecurities would make him weak, MetaSusie fans who are trying to defend her actions by minimilizing them or just fan that have enough to see it over so many other topics. Like, bro, feel free to make your own art instead of complaining. Or potentially write countless paragraphs to share your opinions like I do ( just kidding, it’s actually pretty anoying ).

Basically, it's normal to see angsty art and fics of an event that was objectively pretty horrible and complaining about it is weird.

Either way, if you’ve read trough all this, congratulation. Must have been long. Thank you for your time and patience, and I hope you have a wonderfull day.

#kirby #kirby planet robobot #meta knight #mecha knight #personal rant #i spent way too long on this

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saintsenara · 1 year

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bookbinding tom riddle/myrtle warren teen | 35.5k words

‘men like practical women, pudding,’ had always been mum’s advice. men who like country walks don’t want girls in vertiginous high-heels, they want girls in wellington boots. men who like hearty meals don’t want girls who’ll only eat lettuce. men who are in trade unions don’t want girls who don’t pay the greengrocer on time.

men who are orphans, who believe themselves damned and are too thin and don’t sleep properly and live their lives sustained only by a current of murderous fury, require a different type of practicality. they don’t need to be soothed by a wet blanket - with those girls, they’ll push their luck and get into trouble and end up either in hospital or in prison.

they need a girl who’ll take charge and keep them on the straight-and-narrow, since they've made such a hash of managing their own lives so far.

which will win: sixteen years of planning for brutal world domination, or one (1) teenage girl?

this piece was written for week nine of @ladiesofhpfest, on the theme of heartthrobs and heartbreaks [you can find the masterlist for this week's fics here].

tom riddle and moaning myrtle may not be an instinctive pairing for that theme, but i like a challenge...

fortunately, so do they.

bookbinding is, at its heart, a romantic comedy, which means that it’s crammed full of lovely tropes and character archetypes.

there are some author's notes under the cut. let’s dive in.

our cast of characters

our heroine is, of course, moaning myrtle.

myrtle is someone who is not treated particularly kindly by the canon narrative, even though she ought to be objectively sympathetic by virtue of being a murder victim.

on the one hand, this is because she is sincerely and extremely annoying, and harry - from whose perspective the narrative is written - is a teenage boy with a low tolerance for irritation.

but, on the other, she is a victim of one of jkr’s worst tendencies: defaulting towards describing characters whom the audience is not supposed to regard as heroic as physically unattractive (and, especially, describing them as either fat or unusually thin). jkr also has a tendency to write women whom the narrative considers insubstantial in character as emotionally volatile and demonstrative: myrtle’s theatrical wailing and oversensitivity, for example, puts her in the same category as characters such as lavender brown and cho chang - not villains by any stretch of the imagination, but not people whose emotions really deserve to be taken seriously. the ‘good’ women of the series - ginny and hermione chief among them - are not emotionally repressed, but they are emotionally controlled.

i’ve always really disliked this - indeed, i’ve always thought that there’s a slightly victim-blaming tone to myrtle’s canon death (that is, that if she wasn’t crying in the loos about something trivial - olive hornby teasing her about her glasses - then she’d have been fine), rather than a message that voldemort’s bloodlust was unstoppable, and most of his victims were ordinary people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

the flip side of this is that myrtle makes a great rom-com heroine - the awkward nerd who ends up with the hottest boy in school is a popular trope for a reason. but, all too often, the heroines of these pieces of media end up conforming to stereotypes in the other direction; the ‘weird’ girl is actually cool, the ‘ugly’ girl takes off her glasses and is hot. the harry potter series already uses this trope with hermione - who only needs one hair product to transform into someone who looks as though they belong on the arm of an international quidditch star - and i thought it was trite when it was first published and i still think it’s trite now.

so it was important to me, then, that the myrtle of bookbinding wouldn’t transform either physically or emotionally beyond the changes which happen to all of us as we go from being fourteen to almost-nineteen. [after all, one of the reasons why the canonical myrtle acts the way she acts is because being perpetually fourteen must be hell - as she tells us here.]

it was also important to me that the characteristics and actions which jkr tends to take a dim view of in women would end up being myrtle’s greatest strengths. her pettiness can be a bad thing (she saves tom from dumbledore - her least favourite teacher - the night he kills the school roosters, allowing the chamber of secrets to be opened), but it also brings her power, not least since she is unwilling to let tom win any arguments. her tendency to seek out gossip and eavesdrop on the staff table ends up saving the world, when she informs tom that the school will be closed if the basilisk’s attacks continue. her predisposition towards wallowing and her own experience of sadness and loneliness makes her emotionally sensitive and good at reading people (as draco malfoy can attest). the fact that she is bullied gives her a certain devil-may-care attitude towards embarrassment. after all, buying chocolates for tom riddle and being rebuffed is probably less humiliating - in the world of the teenage girl - than olive hornby pointing out your spots.

so why shouldn’t myrtle get a hot (and only mildly terrifying) boyfriend? as a treat.

dear old tom marvolo riddle is many things.

he is a connoisseur of dark magic, a brilliant pupil who aspires to be a mass-murderer, a profoundly- traumatised orphan seeking a place in the world.

he is also a cringe teenage edgelord, who spends most of his time in the library doing extra reading and making up anagrams of his own name for fun. [which is of course why, like all teen edgelords in the 1940s, he has a performative interest in communism.]

i always think it’s worth remembering this: that lord voldemort was once actually young. so much about the adult voldemort is presented as inevitable in canon - even the eleven-year-old tom we meet in half-blood prince is written off as fundamentally inextricable from the shape his adult self takes - that the potential that even tiny things would have had on the outcome of his life aren’t considered. i think this is a shame - and i think it’s a great oversight from the series, given its emphasis on the value of choice.

and these tiny things could have been profound - dumbledore making any effort to deal with the young tom’s crushing grief over the death of his mother, for example - but they could also have been the sort of thing which seems more frivolous - a first kiss, a friend you can chat shit with, a really good piece of chocolate - but which can have a huge impact on the rest of someone’s life.

the tom of bookbinding, then, ends up on the straight-and-narrow through a series of lucky accidents. and this does not require him to be all that different from his canon self - he’s just not a murderer. this tom retains all of the canonical voldemort’s best character traits - he has a surprisingly well-developed sense of honour (the voldemort who castigates wormtail for betraying the marauders would certainly be scathing towards the bullies who don’t have the courage to attack myrtle to her face), he’s very camp, he’s extremely thin, he’s prickly and sickly, he’s a magpie (that the canonical voldemort loves working in the antiques trade is a headcanon i am completely wedded to), he’s a pragmatist, he has a series of very defined mannerisms (he tilts his head to one side when considering things! he examines his hands! he paces!), he’s not somebody incapable of empathy but just someone who sees these things primarily through the lens of himself, he has a tendency towards magical thinking and a very idealised view of his lineage and his place in the world (it’s good for all of us that he never realises how wrong he was about the gaunts)...

and he is absolutely desperate for affection.

which myrtle gives to him, one chocolate frog at a time.

and it turns his whole world upside down. not that he’s prepared to admit it until the very end of the story, of course - before then, he justifies his affection for her as pragmatism (he doesn’t allow the basilisk to hurt her because that would make it obvious it was him who’d opened the chamber), but he’s lying to himself.

i’ve never liked the fanon that tom was bullied at school - he dislikes being condescended to about his background, but i don’t think anyone would dare mock him for it - and i’ve always assumed that his descent from slytherin is widely known in his house. this leads to the belief among the student body in bookbinding - which he is only too happy to encourage - that he is a rich pureblood from exactly the sort of background as his friends.

and i have always preferred the idea - in contrast to dumbledore’s belief in half-blood prince that voldemort has no actual interest in them - that the teenage tom’s ‘devoted friends’ are exactly that. he feels a great deal of affection for the knights of walpurgis in his own little way and they’re not ‘rigidly controlled’ by him (another dumbledore special - in bookbinding we see all of them clearly thinking that tom’s obsession with the chamber of secrets is insane, and conspiring to make him less of a boring workaholic). the issue is that - since all of them are loved and well-off - they can’t entirely appreciate the depth of his need to be paid attention. it’s a good job they have myrtle to pick up the slack.

fans of my other writing will recognise the standard cast of knights - romulus lestrange (having a much better time in this piece than in one year in every ten), abraxas malfoy, tarquin rosier (brother of domitiana), eadmer avery, iago carrow, augustus rookwood and so on.

[if tom has a best friend, though, it’s definitely the basilisk, who is an absolute sweetheart.]

the knights are certainly not good people - none of them have any qualms about disparaging myrtle for being muggleborn - but, crucially, they’re teenagers who have the option to choose a better path. [i’d like to think they’re all sincerely delighted for tom when they hear about his upcoming marriage, and salazar and merope jr. have a devoted team of uncles who don’t spare their blood status a second thought.]

and, as with tom, i therefore wanted to give them a chance to be teens. they’re all deeply uncool piles of hormones who drink in the hog’s head - which trips the adult voldemort up in half-blood prince when he comes to hogwarts for his job interview, exactly as it does for hermione in order of the phoenix - because they think it makes them look interestingly dangerous. [it doesn’t.]

they’re also all obsessed with getting their ends away.

writing tom’s sexual awakening made me chuckle self-indulgently at numerous points - the poor thing was spiralling! and i will never get over how a commenter pointing out that he behaves like ‘a chaotic slut’ at several points in this story made me scream! - and so i think that we ought to give props to the two other women who end up saving the world beside myrtle. antimony tremblay is named after a poisonous metal, but her willingness to throw herself at tom in slughorn’s cupboard ended up curing him of his tendency towards isolation and detachment. domitiana rosier - sister of agrippina rosier lestrange, tom’s scourge in one year in every ten, who is minding her own business here - has an imperious demeanour to match her name, and her lack of interest in tom’s muggle blood ended up curing him once and for all of his flirtation with blood supremacy (she also trained him very thoroughly on what to do in bed). she will get her lovely pureblood marriage and be happy enough, but she will always regard tom as the one that got away. even though he considers himself to have hit the jackpot with myrtle, he will be insufferably smug about this.

we have two final shout-outs.

the first of these is to myrtle’s parents. in canon, all the muggleborns we meet seem to extract themselves from their world of their birth - hermione, who ceases to spend any meaningful time with her parents from the summer before prisoner of azkaban onwards, and whose violence towards them in deathly hallows is never interrogated, is the main example. i’ve never liked this - since it’s undermining the point the series thinks it’s making about how blood-supremacists’ beliefs that the magical and muggle should never mix are wrong - and so it was important to me that myrtle came from a loving home which she regards as infinitely superior to the cruelty of the magical world, with parents who respect and encourage her magic.

like their daughter, the warrens are ordinary people who show how being ordinary can change the world. myrtle’s mother, in particular, is the best sort of activist - a normal woman who snaps one day and throws an orange at the prince of wales, who believes that the hard work of compassion is best done through plying tom with iced buns, who is stubborn and never gives up, who isn’t afraid of taking on the state (she’ll get her review into wool’s orphanage), who is happy to be giggly and silly, and who gives extremely good advice. men do indeed like practical women.

the second deserves to go to albus dumbledore.

beyond the fact that he takes against the young voldemort immediately on the basis of his own self-loathing, one of the canonical dumbledore’s flaws is his tendency to prioritise interesting people and take a lack of interest in those who are not spectacular. as a teacher, i can imagine him having little time for the average pupil - as myrtle certainly thinks.

but he learns an important lesson here. there is, as he tells us, beauty in the ordinary - and he recognises, long before tom does, that the beautiful ordinariness of teenage friendship, and girlfriend trouble, and chocolate frogs, and a brilliant (but strange and lonely) boy realising that the love of his life is the world’s most normal girl has altered the course of history. he throws himself sincerely into match-making from then on.

and he’s definitely invited to the wedding.

our setting

we get some hints in canon - especially in half-blood prince - that hogwarts is a school full of teenagers, doing what teenagers do, but harry’s whole ‘saving-the-world thing’ means that he’s a bit too preoccupied to notice what must be a fundamental truth: that hundreds of hormonal creatures, locked up together for months at a time with virtually no adult supervision outside of lessons, will be insatiable.

our setting is also the hogwarts of the forties. i had great fun with the period slang, as well as with the names - beyond the anglo-norman names i use for most of my purebloods (tremblay, duhamel etc.), reginald chive and hubert fawley owe something to p.g. wodehouse, autonoë dashwood-brandon’s mother had clearly been reading sense and sensibility, isabella spats is a distant relation to carmelita spats from a series of unfortunate events, sandraudiga rowle has a norse name like her nephew thorfinn, henrietta savernake is from the poirot novel the hollow, and igor bagman - canonically friends with augustus rookwood - is just as good a quidditch player as his son.

this time-period is, of course, when the second world war was taking place. i’m on the record as disliking the fanon that the canonical voldemort is traumatised by the war (especially the blitz, which he’s at school during), and here his main hardship - as it was for many people - is rationing. myrtle’s shared detestation of the practice is one of the things which really makes his feelings for her (something he’s not quite understood yet when they run into each other in chapter two…) click into place.

our themes

jkr’s lack of sympathy for myrtle contrasts with the fact that she clearly has a sincere dislike of female bullying - and, especially, the sort of petty sniping about appearance which is so profoundly damaging to teenage girls [i do really advise reading what she says about pansy parkinson on this matter.]

however, it’s always seemed to me that her view can be assumed to be that ‘good’ women simply suffer through this torment, knowing that they have the moral high-ground - hermione must, like myrtle in bookbinding, be isolated by being the only girl in her dormitory not in a cliquey friendship-group, but she never seems upset about lavender or parvati excluding her; luna, whose shoes are hidden like myrtle’s are (i think this must be a standard ravenclaw thing), simply shrugs everything off.

but i think that’s bullshit. myrtle is allowed to wallow in her devastation at being bullied and ostracised - and, especially, at her devastation at not ever knowing what she’s done wrong. bringing your own packed lunch, or spilling pudding down yourself, or being happy to receive a birthday present, or having an attractive male friend are such benign things, but they are also the sorts of things which trigger so much cruelty in the teen ecosystem.

i also thought it important that lot of myrtle’s bullying should be connected to being muggleborn. olive hornby doesn’t have the sort of name which indicates being pureblood in canon, but here she is one, and her relationship with myrtle is absolutely driven by the fact that she is an inherent insider to the magical world and myrtle isn’t.

in canon, we get the hint that bullying people over blood status is the preserve of slytherins with death eater sympathies, but this has always seemed reductive to me (not least because blood status drives so much of the ‘good’ side’s narrative - the weasleys are protected by their class, for example, and this changes how they interact with the world to a significant extent, as ron’s view of house elves shows). after all, the trigger for so much teenage bullying is difference of any kind - and muggleborns are objectively different from those raised in the wizarding world. [especially since, as tom himself points out, wizarding society is pretty medieval - they should think about opening cinemas.]

they are also subject to plenty of pressure. i liked myrtle’s fury at dumbledore trying to make her work hard in transfiguration simply because she wouldn’t want to let other muggleborns down (with dumbledore never stopping to think, for example, about how myrtle might be disadvantaged by things like the trace, which never applies to her pureblood classmates). tom, too, is a victim of this pressure. i’m always struck in half-blood prince that dumbledore never tells mrs cole that he’s a wizard, meaning that he must be the only child in hogwarts whose guardian - whose relationship with him is already poor - must have no idea where he goes all year. this is one of the main examples of dumbledore failing to understand the canonical voldemort’s disjointed sense of belonging, and how his isolation feeds his rage, and it was nice to resolve it here, as tom’s colossal abandonment issues become something he finds more manageable once he’s created his own place in the world, with his house, his rabbit, his job, and - of course - a family of his own.

our love story

because, of course, bookbinding is really about one thing: how love can save the world.

tom and myrtle are a crack ship, of course, but i do think that they can be made to sincerely work as a couple because they both have a fundamental need for attention - it’s why he flounces over to her when she’s crying in the library, it’s why she storms off after him when he snaps at her, it’s why their meet-cute is neither of them allowing the other’s emotional state to distract from what they want to say.

but their need for attention manifests slightly differently in each of them. myrtle needs affection as reassurance, tom needs it as validation - dumbledore presents his belief that he’s special, his breathless glee at someone taking an interest in him, his joy at being listened to by his death eaters, as arrogance, but it’s clearly caused by the fact that he wasn’t allowed to develop a sense of being wanted and liked as a child. together, tom and myrtle can provide each other what they need - his expectation that she should take an interest in his interests ends up making her feel cleverer and braver, her expectation that he should hold her hand and walk her through things she fears ends up making him feel comforted and wanted for the first time in his life.

after all, the chocolates upend tom’s whole world. and the idea of love-as-comfort - something which the canonical series relegates to a subordinate position far below love-as-suffering and love-as-sacrifice - is one of the key themes of bookbinding. tom always refers to his attraction to myrtle using metaphors of things which are comforting - the roses round the door of the house, honey (after all, he has a famous sweet tooth), the cinnamon sprinkle on the top of a rice pudding, milky tea, a feather bed, a blancmange which cools a sore throat - which seems to be something which has really stood out to many readers. and he seeks out this comfort despite not really knowing why - in chapter two, it should be emphasised that it does, in fact, take that long to walk from spitalfields to walthamstow; tom is making at least a fifteen-mile round trip daily to see myrtle’s house.

and myrtle - who is much more insightful than she’s given credit for, even in canon - understands this. it’s why she notices that tom’s need to comfort himself is lying under the sinister things he reveals to her in the cave. his belief that he killed his mother is something i’ve written about elsewhere, as is his belief that he was always a wizard but nobody understood that - and the self-protective anger in which he wraps his loneliness and grief is a favourite theme of mine to explore when writing him. the shells and sea-glass - a motif of his childhood throughout my writing - turn up in bookbinding too, when myrtle forces him to think about his childhood for the first time in years.

it’s also why she gives him the marriage certificate. it’s implied in canon that voldemort never knows his mother’s name, and myrtle finding it for him is - therefore - one of the most sincerely lovely things anyone has ever done for him and his sense of self. i think it’s for the best that he believes that his parents’ marriage was happy, even though i know that many readers have found this bittersweet to consider.

of course, the fact that they’re both equally stubborn also helps myrtle set tom on the straight-and-narrow as well. the fact that myrtle doesn’t share his love of hogwarts or his obsession with magic is something tom initially can’t comprehend, but he comes to understand how his feeling of not belonging in the muggle world is what myrtle feels in the magical one. by chapter six, he’s a paid-up muggle defender, proud of his background, much to his friends’ initial dismay.

this is a rom-com, though, so they still manage to break up for a bit - although tom, whose canon version is capable of a surprisingly steadfast faithfulness, remains loyal to myrtle the whole time (as she does, bar some igor-bagman-wrangling, to him). but myrtle manages to show some self-growth of her own and realise that she is being a bit of a drama queen. [who among us?]

the course of true love rarely does run smooth… but everything works out in the end.

and the love between the soon-to-be mr and mrs riddle brings about glimpses of the changed future which numerous readers have told me have moved them. my favourite? it has to be tom riddle sr. falling in love with frank bryce, a concept which now has me in a chokehold.

after all - to borrow a life lesson from tom marvolo riddle - there is always something that can be done to fix things.

#asenora fics #tom riddle x myrtle warren #tom riddle #myrtle warren #bookbinding #ladies of hp fest #moaning myrtle stan account #annoying him into changing #i can fix him #and you did baby

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About the time a guy was being creepy to me on a professional setting and my gut feeling told me "GET OUT NOW"

Ok, so hi! This post has to do with a reblog recently here in my blog, on one of my fics regarding Dante and Vergil with an s/o suffering from being hit on without their consent. I write Devil May Cry fanfiction and that was my way of coping with a CREEP being, well, a creep.

Who would've known, fanfic is therapeutical

My answer got so big, I decided to make a separate post about it - and I'm talking like this because, if this gets out the DMC sphere and other people read it, they'll understand the fandom talk a little bit. This is not just for the fandom, but everyone out there.

Including men. All of us are prone to being targets of creeps - even if I'll be telling about my experience as a woman, take this advice to your heart NO MATTER your gender.

When this episode happened in my life, I was 27 y/o, I think...? I got pushed into such a stupid corner by this guy who kept messaging me with "work related" stuff... And my family wasn't validating my "this is weird" feeling.

So... What happened?

(TW: I mention the words "rape" and "sexual abuse" but none of that has happened. It was a red flag and I want to talk about avoiding it like the plague and how people might dismiss your gut feeling when something is wrong. I write with brutal honesty, curse words and don't censor anything, because I'm here to tell people how it is not curating content to go viral on clean ~family friendly~ social media. This is honest advice I'd give someone else, so it's just a heads up. I'm a little jaded with all the censoring of "forbidden words" when you have to discuss serious subjects like this nowadays hahahaha)

First context, I'm a Lawyer. Hi. I know it doesn't sound like it Second context, I'm from Latin America. Hi again!

Well, in my country, we have to vote every couple of years for the National Lawyer Association President and Vice-President (for my USA people, it's like the BAR association for Lawyers - meaning only lawyers who have passed the BAR and are, indeed, full-fledged to the association and with a lawyer permit can vote). I hate it, but it is what it is, I have to vote every time for one of those posh speaking clowns or else.

This much older guy stopped me at the entrance to the voting building to do some political propaganda of one of the candidates. Expected. They weren't the ones I was gonna vote 'cause their agenda didn't fit what I wanted for the Association - nevertheless, I smiled and was polite. Guy wouldn't shut up, but that's a lawyer thing. Kept being polite, dismissed him kindly and went inside to vote.

As I came back, guy is there and stops me. I had called my mom to give me a ride home - by that time, I had been broke and without a job for 2 years up until that point, trying to get back into the ~lawyer business~ and recover from a very bad burnout, so paying a ride back home was a big no. I had my phone on my hand and kept chatting because, you know, networking. You never know.

Now, mind you. I'm about to celebrate my 30th birthday this year, but people seriously think I'm underage wherever I go. I have to literally show them my credentials and ID so they can believe a single word I say. This guy, must've been around his 50s or something - and I look like a teen or, at best, 20 years old. I graduated when I was 22, so that's the most he could've imagined I was.

As we're talking, dude is flexing his career so hard I start to do the same. He says he has known the President and influential people in politics (back then, far-right government, so red flag already waving in the horizon), he has an office both here and in New York and Miami, he has worked with the FBI (we're in Latin America, the USA stuff is a flex for far-right people). I say I have worked as the Labor Lawyer in a huge worldwide known multinational company, coordinated with people in the USA and UK, had around 100 cases to manage monthly and keep the company in order when the directors were not around.

Guy is impressed and asks for my contact on LinkedIn. I'm down for it, I'm looking for a job and he could be one hell of a way to get back on business. Dude mentions he's in digital law and, heck, I wanted so bad to get into digital law! It was like he was put in my way by the angels to help me get back on my feet!

He asks for my resumé and my cellphone number, so he can have me in his office to have a cup of coffee. I am soaring by now. "That's it!!" I think "That's my ticket back to being a lawyer, to having my own money, to breaking the cycle of unemployment and having my career back!" - so I do it! I give him my number!

hello, workaholic aunt here speaking, my career was everything to me, I'd do everything for it

After I got back home, told my mom everything, and everyone was so happy. That's when he started sending me messages - asking for my address so he could send me some lawyer magazines and such... Even though he had asked when we were talking before and I changed the subject. I didn't give him of course, but instead sent him my resumé.

So, next day he asks me about that coffee and I said we can make it happen... Even if he got my name wrong. I have a pretty exotic name in whatever country I go, so it's a common mistake, known to happen, no one can pronounce my name right if I don't teach them how to, so yeah. I'm willing to gloss over that.

I'm assuming he read my resumé, saw how smart, capable and hardworking I am, and wants to talk business. Wants to offer me a job. I'm super ready. I'm taking my business clothes out of the closet, I'm cleaning my high heel black boots, I'm checking my references and vocabulary so I don't screw up. Guy sends a message saying he wants to take me out for lunch.

Red flag. My instincts flare up and I'm just staring at the screen. I start reviewing everything. I mean... Business lunches are ok, right? I had lunches with my manager and director plenty of times back in the day and it never got weird. So... Why was I feeling weird now...?

Guy says we can go out for lunch and then back at his office so he can show me around. I was like "hmmm... ok? shouldn't be weird. this is normal." but nevertheless I went to check with my mom and my sister.

Both said it was fine. I was feeling weird because it's a guy and me and I shouldn't be feeling uneasy - it's my social anxiety/workplace trauma talking. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. I shouldn't screw up.

I keep talking to him. I ask where we should meet up for this lunch and he tells me to give him my address, so he could pick me up and we can go to "a nice place to have lunch" (his words, not mine).

Red flags are dancing around my head. I keep thinking "have I lead him on something????" and going mad. What was I wearing? Only work clothes, that's all - suit pants, black high heel boots, dark silk shirt and only a nude lipstick so my lips wouldn't get chapped. My shirt didn't even show cleavage.

It's ridiculous how I feel this is a thing I should add 'cause heaven forbid the cleavage

What about what I've said? Did I accidentally flirt?? 'Cause that's been known to happen - I'm a clueless ace who can't for the life of me notice when people are flirting or not or notice when people think I'm flirting with them. And usually when they are not flirting or being attractive, that's when the magic happens for me! So... What gives?! Did I do something wrong, that sent the wrong message?

I mean, I was nice, yes. But you're supposed to be nice to people. I'm not gonna be rude just because most guys can't keep it in their pants.

I go over the messages. I didn't do anything strictly not business like. I'm very good at that. I have only worked responding to men as bosses in my life, had four male bosses before him, all different ages, marital status, star signs, backgrounds, lives. The best colleagues and co-workers I used to spend hours having coffee and laughing with were men. So I know how to keep professional and not mixing things up. It wasn't a slip up from my side.

Well, then there's always the chance I was going crazy and overreacting, soooo... I go over to my mom and sister. They think it's weird, yes, but they do think that's exactly what's going on: I'm overreacting and my social anxiety/workplace trauma is blocking me from pursuing this opportunity that can help my career - and make me have a salary again so I can help at home.

Ok. I though up and go back to talking to him. I tell him fine but I'll go to the place myself, so he can tell me where he's thinking about having lunch. Guy tells me nothing and keeps insisting I give him my address and he will give me a ride so we can "get to know each other better".

My GODS I've never felt so uncomfortable. Not even when I had to stay ONLY with my boss working until 1 am, only the two of us in the company building, every light out except the one in the room we were in, him being around 15 years older than me and very confident, with the two of us having one of the best work chemistry I had in my LIFE.

He could've done ANYTHING to me, but we only talked strictly work. We were tired, he waited for my mom to pick me up at 1 am outside so nothing bad would happen to me, both of us under an umbrella, he apologized to my mom for having me stay at work so late and then went back home to his wife and kid. I NEVER, at ANY moment felt unsafe around him. He was my mentor, he was my boss, he was a good colleague and even somewhat of a friend.

So why on EARTH was I feeling SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this guy I had only met ONCE face to face in my life?

I start to voice my concerns. My mom and my sister think I'm only saying that because I don't want to go back to work. That I want to throw my career away because I can't control my anxiety and my feelings. We fight a couple of times and a couple of days. My mom tells my aunt about it. My aunt goes full FBI and does a background check on this dude.

That's when she told my mom some things weren't adding up. His LinkedIn profile was a little too weird and he had no ties whatsoever with the elected President of the Lawyer Association - was he really someone in their team for propaganda? Nevertheless, he did have an office and did work with digital law, both here and in the USA. I shouldn't let this opportunity slip.

I got so mad. SO MAD. To the point my sister decided to ask her boyfriend for his opinion on all of it and he was like "hey... your sister is kinda right. guy wouldn't offer to take ME to a nice restaurant to have lunch and go to his office later for a coffee, would he...? I mean, this never happened to me" - and sis' boyfriend is on the business meetings and negotiations/selling part of the spectrum. He knows what he's talking about.

So now I finally have a man validating my concerns.

I take the decision to shut the whole thing down. I go "very well, I will NOT meet him, I will NOT maintain contact with him, he's treating me like a whore he picked up on the street". At this point, I am FUCKING FUMING. But still, my sister and mom gave him the benefit of the doubt and made me feel like I was doing something wrong.

So I decided to marinate him for a while.

I should note that all his messages were sent close or around midnight, not at working hours. And I only answered at working hours. Since I was taking a while to respond, my dude just goes like, and I kid you not, "ooooh she's not answering, she's ignoring me, I don't like that *sad emoji*" LIKE A FUCKING 13 YEAR OLD (no offense, 13 y/o peoples, but this dude is a FULL GROWN ASS MAN).

I am offended, I am flabbergasted and I wish I could suplex him to oblivion.

I show my mom the message. She just stares at me in awe. She FINALLY is like "yeah, ok, this isn't very professional". ALL THIS TIME, I never really told her what I was thinking and what was really worrying me. And then I break her the news that, what I'm really afraid of, is that this guy is going to rape me in his car. Or he's going to drive me somewhere I can't fight or scream and then he'll rape me. Whatever the scenario, it ended up with me being raped and I was scared. SO. FUCKING. SCARED.

My mom goes into Sphinx mode - that's when she doesn't answer and doesn't even look at me and just ~thinks~. It's a brutal reality she doesn't like and I don't like it either, I mean, it's my safety we're talking about here.

I shut down the guy completely. I tell him there's a family emergency and I couldn't continue to give him any attention nor I could go out for that lunch and I couldn't talk anymore. He SUDDENLY goes cold and "I am sorry if any of my messages seemed inconvenient. Do answer when you have the time so we can make an appointment." And that's it. No more messages. He's done in my book.

My mom tells my aunt. Aunt goes Sherlock Holmes mode this time and, lo and behold, they find an website of this guy's office. My mom is shocked at how 90's internet it looks for a guy who works with digital law. She then recognizes the address of the office but the doesn't remember of any office building in that street - so she Googles it.

His "office" is actually a residential building - meaning, it was his home address. She shows it to me and I want to cry - out of rage, shame, fear, sadness. I go like "yeah, this is the place he wanted me to go, to his home. What was he going to do to me there, huh?" - and I think the answer is pretty obvious.

Later, speaking to my sister, she's like "I dunno why you're so mad" and I'm like "WELL MISS I just got PICKED UP LIKE A WHORE outside of an OFFICIAL EVENT for the NATIONAL LAWYER ASSOCIATION while I was DRESSED UP PROFESSIONALLY and looking for PROFESSIONAL opportunities and I COULD HAVE BEEN RAPED. I think I have all the right in the FUCKING WORLD to be FUMING."

That's when we diverged some more. She just said like "hey that's how the world works: women are treated like whores - you weren't the first one to have this happen to you and you won't be the last. What are you gonna do about it? Get over it."

Oh. Boy. I looked at my sister's eyes. I saw her just staring at me weirdly. A storm was approaching. The skies darkened. Bury the Light started playing in the background. Vergil's doppelgänger was standing behind me like an angel of death. (All DMC references for my non-DMC peoples)

"Well. I wanna have power. So much fucking power in this world that no one ever even thinks about treating me like that again. So much power they will fear standing in front of me and saying those words - they will look into my eyes and shut up. So much power I will never be afraid to walk on my own again and I will never have to doubt my feelings when I'm feeling unsafe because some lowlife pitiful little shit decided I should be a whore to satisfy him. I want to have power so I will never be this helpless again."

Cue in my sister just sitting there with butter in the slice of bread in her hand, staring at me like "wtf man... do you need a hug...?" and me doing a dramatic exit back to my room to, well... Write the fanfic in question.

(For my DMC creatures: I never even thought of Vergil when I said all of this, I just noted that thought later in my diary and reading it a couple of days later I was like "omg I have become my worst enemy, fuck you Verge" because I kid you not, I used to hate this man with all the fibers of my being - hence where my longfic Nemesis came from. I realized I lived long enough to become my worst enemy - and maybe I hated him because Vergil made me look at the part of myself I didn't like and didn't want to admit existed *I'm laughing while writing this, I do find it weirdly amusing*)

DMC things aside, this WHOLE episode made me feel so frustrated. I never had anyone to validate me, only people doubting me or asking me if I lead him on, or what was I wearing, or if I smiled too much, if I was being too nice, if I said something inappropriate, and so on. I had to get it all off my chest and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, Dante and Vergil would've been more supportive regarding that.

Because, you know, they know trauma and they are protective as fuck. They can have all the red flags and mental issues in this world, but I don't think they would EVER dismiss their partner - especially a woman - feeling unsafe and fearing being abused or raped. In order to trust, you have to give the person and opportunity and room to open up to you without judgements - and I do think they aren't very judgy people.

I mean, they are demons, for fuck's sake. They can't judge anything especially Vergil

Also, I don't blame my mom nor my sister (even if I got really mad at her). In the end, both of them wanted what was best for me, they thought it was an opportunity and wanted me to get my career back. Truth is, no woman knows how to act when this happens. And they didn't know how to act as well. They didn't want to think of the worst: just like I was doubting myself and my own feelings, they were doubting theirs as well. We ALL had to be validated by a man to admit something was wrong and we weren't hysterical.

Ok, ok, storytime over. But I felt like sharing this because people, you are ALWAYS valid in your concerns - and there's no clothing, no smile, no attitude, no NOTHING that JUSTIFIES abuse. If you're abused or feeling like someone wants to take advantage of you, especially sexually, YOUR FEELINGS AND FEARS ARE VALID. Don't shrug it off or water it down just because people are saying you're overreacting - if I had listened to everyone around me instead of my gut feeling that something was REALLY wrong, only the gods know what would've happened. But I'll tell ya, it probably wouldn't have been good for me.

At best, I'd be mad this guy would want to pick me up like a whore and I'd have to turn him down and take a ride home. At worst, he would've raped me - in his car, at the "restaurant", at his "office". We don't know, but I didn't want to "give luck to bad luck" as we say where I live.

I didn't have support, so I wrote a story to feel supported by the fictional characters I look up to - I wished SO bad I was dating someone, especially a man, who'd tell me he'd go through hell and back to keep me safe and wouldn't allow anyone to hurt me and validate my feelings. Someone who would make me feel safe and I wouldn't have to only rely on myself.

cue in V saying he too wanted to be loved and protected, I tell you, all this time I thought I hated Vergil when I had only found my nemesis in a mirror

So, don't ever doubt yourselves. Don't ever doubt your gut feelings. We might want validation and someone to keep us safe, but sometimes we don't have that and have to rely on our survival mode. It sucks, but there's a reason why that thing is called "survival": it keeps you alive. It keeps you going.

And no one, NO ONE has the right to say you're overreacting, you're being hysterical, you're reading too much into it, you're just trying to find the easy way out, you just don't want an opportunity because you're lazy, you're crazy and deranged, etc, etc.

If your gut is flapping red flags all around, then overreact. Be hysterical. Read too much into it, find the easy way out, be lazy, be crazy and deranged. Be the villain. Be the bad person. You're not perfect. You're not a princess. Be comfortable with people telling you you're bad - but never NEVER let go of your gut feeling when your safety is on the line.

That fucking thing WILL save your life. Being too nice, though, might not. Listen to yourself, be TRUE to yourself, and, again, don't be afraid to be bad.

Someday you might just find your half-demon man who will support you, protect you and treat you as an equal powerhouse, but until that day, keep on conquering your self-esteem and unwavering will.

I'm just saying all of this now because:

1 - I was too scared to talk about this for a looong time afraid the guy in question would find this, know it's me and my safety would be on the line again

2 - Just now I'm getting comfortable with the concept of being "seen as the villain" and being "seen as bad". My whole life I have been dancing around this because people always said I had a "difficult" personality. I watched Cruella recently and it hit home so hard. We do have things to learn from villainous characters and maybe this is just who I am. People are going to see me as bad so, who cares. Even if I'm not, it would do me good getting used to that idea - I can be more assertive to my boundaries and not allow any of this to happen again. So, there you go. It's an exercise everyone should do. Are you comfortable defending your ideas, your boundaries and your integrity even if people are mad you're not being a pushover/perfectly polite?

It's something I think all of us should think about ;)

Also

thanks for coming to my TED Talk :')

#polaris speaks #story time #red flags #workplace #work life #job hunting #I don't even know how to tag this #so if you guys have any ideas you're welcome to add #I just think it's a bit of experience we all have to share #so other people will be aware and know how to avoid this kind of shit #because like I told you not even all the women in my family knew how to act #and we all have this thing of not being rude or cutting off relationships or networking contacts and such #of being perfect all the time #hence why I'm on this 'be bad be villainous be fabulous' phase #'cause I do think some of us could benefit from that #don't be a bitch by all means #but know how to set and protect your boundaries #alsoooo it's a huge post #I know #but I felt it might be good #so thanks for reading if you read all of it HAHAHAHA #I HOPE it has helped you xD #still scared of that guy finding me tho not gonna lie #but it is what it is

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pacific-rimbaud · 1 year

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Thank you SO MUCH for your panville works. I find it therapeutic to read the caring and deeply loving dynamic you embed in them. Also love how you deal with Pansy's background and trauma. While she is by no means unprivileged, I think her wounds resonate deeply with anyone for whom parental love was unstable in childhood. Your writing inspires me so much. I hope you know the positive impact you have on fellow internet strangers. Fr I've reread a dress with pockets more times I care to admit and RoT is on its 3rd re read because it helps me deal with shitty days.

I have two questions regarding your own visualization of the characters in RoT that may fall out of the scope of the actual story (I imagine you might not delve into these too much even if you do have an idea of them in your head)

1. Do you imagine Pansy's mother's own trauma too, when you write? Like what are the wounds that made her such a cold/unloving parent to Pansy?

Ive been thinking of it as being classic objectification of pureblood women for future marriage. Like Pansy's mother never wanted to have a child but was forced to because she's a woman and that's her duty. Would you agree with this or is she a much more sinister character?

2. In what concrete ways would you say Pansy's strengths complemented Neville's weaknesses when they began dating? We see their relationship in a super specific context where they are in their late 20s but Pansy's growth got somewhat reverted to her teenage/younger years (so it makes complete sense we see her mostly being taken care of by Neville!!). But I ask because Harry's witty response to Pansy regarding Neville "deserving what he wants" made me feel a bit sad.

Like I get that Neville's a lot more emotionally sound than she is, but I guess it made me think about whether Pansy's life is "earned" beyond her trying to be better just for Neville's sake.

I imagine her fierce protectiveness of those she loves and her ability to set boundaries without taking people's shit must have been very attractive to a younger Neville?

Sorry if this question is too obvious. I think it hits close. I relate with Pansy's trauma and waking up one day as Neville's wife would indeed feel like heaven (thank you again Harry!). But I could not imagine being able to correspond to a love like that in ways that society traditionally categorizes as love.

Much love. Thank you again for sharing your beautiful brain with us xx

Thank you so much for reading! Truly so appreciative that anyone takes the time to follow a novel-length rare pair fic.

Answers under the cut!

Pansy's mother did not want kids. Full stop. Her father was indifferent to the idea, but definitely didn't want to marry Pansy's mother. My headcanon is that Pansy's mother had an ill-advised fling with Pansy's entitled rake of a father as a young woman, became pregnant, and was compelled to enter into a miserable, lonely marriage and raise a child she had absolutely no affection for. Pansy's father was interested when he chose to be, which wasn't often. Nonexistent or unreliable attachment all around. And so it's clear, this characterization isn't an excuse or attempted explanation for Pansy's cruelty as a child. I've known many casually cruel children over the years. It's not at all unusual. Heartbreaking and yet garden variety example: a few socioeconomically privileged kids in my son's class recently approached another group of children, some of whom have serious challenges at home, and told them that their mothers didn't love them as much as their mothers. Kids can be mind-bogglingly vicious people, even with the "right" parenting. They're kids! Their brains aren't fully cooked yet. Moving the empathy needle and fostering healthy culture in a school requires skillful adult intervention, which obviously was not happening at Hogwarts. Pansy's upbringing in this story is an explanation for why she struggles to be vulnerable, why she's so deeply haunted by a history of feeling unlovable, and why the prospect of motherhood in general and an unplanned pregnancy in particular carries a special horror for her. Basically what makes your second question a little tricky to answer....

...because she's such an unreliable witness to her own life in this. I love fanon Pansy more than anything. She's abrasive, sometimes filterless, terrifyingly perceptive, doesn't suffer fools. Which I just love so much. She's someone who cannot be other than herself, and that self is often pretty spiky. But if someone can get inside, she's also unrestrained in her tenderness. Once Pansy is on your side, you're ride or die. She'd do anything for you. Definitely would help you bury a body. And what I deeply love about Panville is that Neville gets to go further: he gets the innermost parts of her, which truly are so, so sweet and open and loving. She's an incredible partner. Neville has it made and knows it. And to try to answer your question, I don't tend to think about what they bring to the table, or whether anyone "deserves" anything, which is the error Pansy keeps making. I see them very much in the vein of, "I was in the middle before I knew I that I had begun." They're the catching feelings pair, whether it's friends to lovers or casual hook up to something more, because absolutely no way does she ever go into anything at all intending to be vulnerable. But he has the intuition of someone used to paying attention from the sidelines. He's curious. There's something there. He doesn't know what it is, but he'd like to. With enough patience, she unfurls. It's about the power of attentiveness and the inexplicable magic of deep connection. The payoff for Neville risking getting close enough to Pansy to peek inside is a spiky little wife who can't get enough of him in bed, has a full life of her own with passions and interests and relationships and is also deeply invested in their domestic happiness. She is profoundly, unswervingly in his corner. She sees and knows him. The payoff for Pansy risking her heart is this beautiful, kind, loyal man who adores her and whose sensibilities and preferences perfectly align with her own practical nature. He also happens to make great scones. Neither of them grew up understanding what they have was even possible, and I hope it's clear in the story that they both deserve every minute of it. 💜

#you asked I answered #remember one thing #panville #pansy parkinson #neville longbottom #long post

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jeongyunhoed · 5 months

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Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Another terrible attempt at poetry ahead, and introducing Henry Abbott (if we were to link this to the canon, he may be a great great uncle/great great grandfather to Hannah Abbott hee hee). I might do more of these in the coming chapters. It's fun brainstorming another relative to the canon characters.

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Chapter 7

It had been a while since Norah had a girls-only hangout with Natty and Poppy. The three of them opted to study together near the kneazle pens, at the spot where Highwing used to drop in. Norah gladly let the hippogriff out to hang around them while she had her time to fly in the open before returning to the vivarium again.

The more there is, the less you see The answer to this riddle is another step to find me Your wit, your banter Most are truly lucky to encounter Indeed like the wife of the famous sleuth The answer to this may reveal some truth Whisper it to a close friend, and remember, The answer also means foreseeing danger.

You will know if you are right, Wait for my note on another night.

Your Nick

"Merlin, this Nick must think I'm as smart as a Ravenclaw," Norah sighed as she read the note over and over again, making the two girls look up from writing their assignments.

Natty and Poppy giggled. "You say that yet you managed to do everything you did in fifth year," The Gryffindor pointed out. "You will figure it out."

"Darkness," Norah blurted out, still staring at the note. "The answer to the riddle is darkness."

The two girls broke out into fits of laughter. "What did I say? I told you!" Natty pointed out, almost looking victorious. "No wonder this Nick admires you. I say he's truly mad for you, and this is his only way of expressing it."

"I've been reading this since last night, so it's taken me a while to figure it out."

"That's so romantic," Poppy swooned. "Can you imagine it? Norah might end up getting a boyfriend from Ronen's assignment."

The thought seemed to make Norah stare at the note even longer, nearly spilling her ink bottle. She didn't even know how she felt about this person. "Easy now, Poppy, it's too soon, don't you think? Ronen just started this assignment," She said with a slight chuckle. "With everything we're doing, I'd rather fight Ranrok again."

Natty somewhat sensed how uncomfortable she had gotten, and patted her on the shoulder. "Poppy's just too enamored with the one who took her name, leaving her love notes and gifts. She was like that during Care of Magical Creatures earlier," She said. "I think she already knows who it is."

Poppy's smile only grew wider as she nodded. "Andrew! It's Andrew Larson!" She said, holding up the yellow card that had her name on it.

"How did you know it was Andrew?" Norah was curious.

"He told me he was going to take my name from the board," Poppy replied.

They stared at her. "Merlin, he must fancy you loads," Norah said. "He was the one who left you bonbons in Herbology, wasn't he?"

Poppy nodded excitedly. They knew of her crush on the Ravenclaw boy since they started hanging out more often. She couldn't admit this to Amit, out of fear that he might tell Andrew, but surprisingly, it seemed like Andrew felt the same way. Norah guessed that if they had gotten around to brewing amortentia, Poppy could only smell things that would remind her of him.

"Who do you think took your name?" Norah rounded on the Gryffindor this time.

It was when a smile crept up on her face, shyness somehow coming over her. "I have a feeling it's that Ravenclaw boy, Henry Abbott," She said, showing her the red and gold card with her name on it.

"Whoa, it seems like two of my friends are fancying Ravenclaw boys," Norah chuckled. "It must be their wit and charm. If Amit didn't become my good friend, I think I would've fancied him too."

Natty shook her head profusely, but Norah could tell that a blush was spreading across her cheeks. "No, no! I don't fancy him! Not at all!" She tried to deny, but the Slytherin girl only gave her a look. "Well, he is rather handsome. He tried his hand at Crossed Wands the other day, and he made it to the second round."

Norah looked impressed. "He must have been fancying you since we took down Harlow in fifth-year," She said. "That's always a story you can brag about. And breaking into that Ashwinder camp."

The blush on Natty's cheeks only seemed to be more evident. "I wonder what my mother would think, me possibly getting a date to the Yule Ball, or possibly a boyfriend. Ronen's assignment ends the day before the house party too. I hope he comes."

"I hope so too. I don't think I've got any classes with Abbott this year," Norah tried to recall, shaking her head when she couldn't. She smiled, amused at how her two friends were gaining romantic attention. She was absolutely happy for them. Poppy with Andrew, Natty with Henry, Amit and Samantha maybe, but what about Sebastian and Ominis? She didn't really get to ask them about their efforts. But did she really want to know? There was a nagging thought at the back of her head that maybe she didn't, but she wanted them to be happy after what they went through in fifth year.

Highwing landed while Poppy and Norah gave her some of the cauldron cakes the Hufflepuff girl took from the kitchens. The white hippogriff happily devoured the cakes while Norah brushed her feathers, the winged beast enjoying the care and attention given to her.

The familiar sinking feeling was coming back again, something Norah felt in waves. There were a lot of things she needed to do, and what she told Professor Weasley still held true. The power she ended up taking in from the repository was filled with the pain and sadness, from everyone Isidora took from. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of being sad and being angry. The grief she felt seemed to only add onto this feeling that grew stronger. It was getting difficult to focus whenever it came.

But with everything that needed to be done for their classes, Norah knew she needed to hold it out a bit longer. She needed to be strong.

They heard a slight commotion coming from the Flying Class lawn. The all-too-familiar setup of Summoner's Court had appeared, making several students who were nearby excited. "Norah! Norah!" Samantha Dale was waving at her to come over.

"Back in the nabsack, Highwing, I'll let you back in the vivarium later," Norah quickly opened the bag, in which the hippogriff happily returned. She sighed, turning to Natty and Poppy. "I wonder who's up for playing this year."

"Ooh! Might we see Nick amongst the crowd?" Poppy grinned as they cleared out their things to approach the platform.

Norah and Natty side-eyed her, shaking their heads in amusement. But the closer they got, the more they, Natty in particular, realized who was up to try their hand at Summoner's Court this year. Henry stepped up, looking as determined as ever next to Leander, who challenged him. "Non-verbal Summoner's Court, the ever-changing game," the redhead declared, to cheers from some of the crowd.

Norah and Poppy started to giggle when they saw Natty get flustered, trying to hide behind them. It was easy to see why Natty, and possibly everyone else, might have fancied Henry.

He was as tall as Leander and had an intelligent looking face. Henry also happened to come from a family of purebloods, which mattered to those who were particular about it. His green eyes shone like emeralds and couldn't even be obscured by the wire-framed glasses he wore and his blonde hair that was tousled in a way that he meant to do so. In short, Henry was seen as one of the most handsome boys in Hogwarts.

"Oh, Henry Abbott finally trying his hand at non-verbal Summoner's Court," Samantha was grinning next to them. "If he gets past Leander, he's got me next, and then Grace, and then Charlotte, and then Professor Ronen," She tilted her head toward Norah. "And then you."

Norah sighed. "Me too? Really?"

"Yes, as the reigning Summoner's Court champion, you're the final opponent Henry faces if he gets past the rest of us and Ronen," Samantha looked proud.

"Then I look forward to being defeated," Norah looked impressed at Henry's turns, as well as Leander's efforts to knock the other balls out non-verbally. "What?" She laughed when Natty nudged her.

"You shouldn't go easy on Henry, just because I like him," The Gryffindor mumbled. "Let him win on his own."

Norah laughed. "Alright, alright, I won't go easy on your summoner," She teased.

Just after she said it, Henry had beaten Leander, whose face was ruddy from experiencing quite a loss in front of a crowd of people. The Ravenclaw managed to spot Natty in the crowd and smiled with a knowing look. "Well then, looks like Abbott's got me to face next," Samantha grinned. "Don't worry Natty, we promise not to go easy on Abbott," She said, making the Gryffindor girl even more flustered.

"Chin up, Leander!" Norah made sure to encourage the redhead, who seemed to be sulking even as Henry shook his hand, showing some sportsmanship. "Congratulations Henry!"

Both boys seemed to wave at her direction before walking off in separate directions. Samantha shot Natty another mischievous look before running off to catch up with her fellow Ravenclaw. "I believe he was inspired by Miss Onai over here to win," Poppy smiled.

"Bloody hell, best believe, I will be there when Nick makes himself known to you, Norah," Natty warned.

When free period hit, Norah thought to make another return to the map chamber, wanting to see if what she was thinking would work. Taking the enchanted wand she had made with the pensieve artifacts, she was about to head down to the bell tower when she saw Ominis also on his way, followed by Sebastian.

"Norah?" The blonde suddenly asked. "I heard Henry Abbott's having a go at becoming the new Summoner's Court champion."

Without thinking, she grabbed both of them by their sleeves, taking them by surprise as they followed her out of the common room. There was no better way to let them know what she planned to do than by pulling them along with her. "North tower dungeon, you-know-where," She muttered.

"Alright, alright, I think we got what you mean," Sebastian pulled his arm back, curiously following her, as did Ominis.

"Are we going back there again?" Ominis questioned.

"Yes, there's something I need to try before I can proceed," She said quietly, low enough for them to hear, but not audible enough for anyone else to catch them. "I need you two to be there just in case."

"Just in case of what?" Sebastian was getting concerned, as was Ominis, whose often calm expression changed into that of worry.

"In case I might not make it out? I don't know, but I thought you two, most of all, should know, right?" She said.

"If this is going to get you killed, surely there must be another way," Ominis surprisingly, reached out for her wrist as they went down the stairs leading to the dungeons where the so-called sleeping dragon was. "Norah, please tell me you're not going to get yourself killed."

"I don't think it'll be harmful, but it might take a lot out of me," Norah assured him, patting his hand as they went down the spiral staircase that finally led to the map chamber. She knew to pack a lot of wiggenweld potions in case it would once again be a repeat of fifth year.

It was as if it had only just happened. She was barely holding on when she mustered up the remaining strength she had and delivered the final blow to Ranrok, effectively killing him. With only a drop of wiggenweld potion left on her, she barely made it out of the caverns alive had it not for Professor Sharp and Professor Hecat, who found her and brought her to the hospital wing. Nurse Blainey tended to her wounds in the quiet hospital wing, under the watchful eyes of Sharp and Hecat. Professor Onai also checked on her while she recovered.

"We'll be standing by, ready," Sebastian was the one to assure her this time, when she opened the doors of the map chamber.

The three of them stood on the edge, away from the space that revealed the map of the country, including the four locations of the keeper trials. Norah took out the white wand from her bag and tried to concentrate.

The wand began to emit a light, and to Sebastian's and her amazement, the floor revealing the map further lowered to reveal another set of stairs and the door. "Bloody hell," the freckled brunette muttered, staring at what was in front of him.

"It worked," Norah said, still as amazed. "It's going to work after all," She felt relief. But it wasn't over just yet. "I have to send an owl to Professor Weasley about this."

"So this is what you went to Professor Weasley about, wasn't it?" Sebastian said.

"Yes," Norah admitted. She hated how she could find herself being vulnerable with them. "This power, the ancient magic from the repository down there. It's too much to bear for me. I feel everything, I feel the pain from all the people Isidora Morganach took from. It was wrong of me to use this, to try and build on it without really considering the consequences."

Ominis's expression turned from worry to sad. Sebastian's expression also fell. "I just hope it's not too late to rebuild it. One day, it will be reopened, to people willing to learn about it. I am the living keeper of this magic, and when the time comes that we can reopen it again, knowing what it can bring."

Sebastian tried to wrap his head around what she was saying. But it was also then that he realized how much pressure she was under. Even Ominis was beginning to understand why she felt what she was feeling. The way she had been trying to stay strong until she couldn't, not wanting to be seen as weak because Merlin forbid she disappoint anyone.

Her wand-bearing hand fell to her side as she looked down. "I can't keep this power. I can guard it, but I will not take it upon myself to use it for my own gain," She said quietly. "This is what Professor Fig, Miriam, George, Lodgok, and many others died for."

"Norah," Sebastian said as carefully as possible. "We can never know what it's like to be in your place. Ominis said it when we went to Keenbridge, and I think it bears repeating. Please don't throw yourself into something dangerous without knowing that there are people around you that will help you. You need only ask. You know I'll be there for you."

"We can't carry the burden you may have on your shoulders for you," Ominis chimed in. "But we can help you walk."

That was all she could say about how she was feeling. If she told them that she would never forgive herself if any one of them got seriously hurt. Just as how she couldn't seem to forgive herself for Professor Fig's death. Even Lodgok's death felt like it was her fault. All the more she knew she needed to make things right, even if it seemed to be too late.

When the floor moved back up, covering the door that led to the caverns, Sebastian stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her in a big hug. Ominis put a hand on her back, rubbing circles to sooth her. Sebastian tried to hold back the urge to kiss the side of her head, and instead hugged her a little tighter. He wanted her to know that he would always be there for her, and that he never wanted to see her unhappy or feel like everything was her responsibility.

The three of them quietly left the map chamber, the mood having become a little somber following Norah's explanation. This mood didn't last for very long, and Sebastian's expression changed into that from supportive into slightly annoyed when as they returned to the common room, Violet McDowell handed Norah another letter from Nick.

To Norah Lee,

Tear one off and scratch my head, What once was red is black instead. Answer this riddle to get to me, You've answered my riddles easily. I've always admired this about you, So be assured that my feelings are true. Whisper this to a close friend's ear, You'll never know, that your summoner's near.

You will know if you are right, Wait again tomorrow night.

Your Nick

"A match," Norah replied, pocketing the letter.

"A match? Did he give you another riddle?" Ominis asked.

"Yes he did," Norah said. Turning to Sebastian, she explained what she had been receiving. "But it seems like he's trying to give himself away now that we're getting closer to the end of Ronen's assignment."

"Well, I'm set to meet mine at the party. She said she wouldn't be making herself known on the end of the assignment yet," Sebastian frowned.

"What about you, Ominis?" Norah turned to the blonde.

Ominis shook his head, as if on reflex. "I'm not telling either of you. You'll have to know when I figure out who she may be," He said. "I believe I best be going back to my bed and finish my Transfiguration essay."

He quickly went in the direction of the boys' dormitory, leaving Sebastian and Norah in the common room. "He must be writing to Anne again, isn't he?" Norah smiled

"Perhaps. But I genuinely think he's still got to finish it. We were working on it in the library," Sebastian shrugged. "How are you feeling now?" He asked.

"Better than earlier, thank you," She nodded. Norah went over to the chairs nearest to the windows looking underwater, where Ominis would tease the first-years about mermaids. To their amusement, there were still some first-years on the lookout for mermaids. They soon tried to disperse them gathering, telling them that they wouldn't see some, at least in the part of the lake where their common room was.

"Nerida Roberts can tell you all about the mermaids if you're curious," Norah told them, and they walked away, talking amongst themselves about what she told them. "She'll be the future liason for the mermaids in the ministry soon."

The way Norah managed to get them to disperse and keep their interest was amazing to Sebastian. He had always liked that about her, how she was able to get through to anyone. With what she revealed earlier, Sebastian hoped he could return the favor, and he was determined to be there for her no matter what.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy angst #hogwarts legacy fluff #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #leander prewett #garreth weasley #andrew larson #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes

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aerkame · 10 months

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HTTYD Concept II

Mm, I really liked my last post and my brain is still thinking (it never stops-). So, I'm just gonna continue writing about this concept that brain keeps adding onto. I was thinking of maybe making this long fic for it though I'm not sure people would read it since it doesn't take place in the usual timeline in HTTYD (so no Hiccup, the riders, the hunters, Dagur, Heather, etc, though I COULD have them referenced). BUT, I do want to write it with my own original characters. Maybe one of the hunters that runs the whole thing is a descendant of one of the most well known hunters of the series like Viggo, Ryker, Grimmel, or Drago. Or it could be every hunter honestly. I kinda like the idea that every single hunter in that organization is some descendant of a dragon hunter or from a bloodline of vikings that hated dragons throughout history. It's like a tradition for them that they take up. Some kill the dragons they catch, some keep them as pets (surprisingly, though they most likely will never be free again), and some train them to benefit better hunts or just to fight for entertainment (EX: Training dragons to fight other dragons). No matter the reasoning though, it seems like these hunters are picking up where their ancestor's left.

Since this is a fic as an idea right now, I'm thinking of making it an x reader for multiple characters or just picking one and making it an enemies to lovers thing because I am a sucker for enemies to lovers fics. It could be like a hunter x reader that's just trying to do the right thing and keep as many dragons safe as possible (accidentally pulling a Hiccup move) after finding out about them and growing to admire that they even exist. I mean, how would YOU react to finding out dragons are real? My heart would freaking stop and I'd faint from the overwhelming emotions, my goodness they better be safe and alive in that case-

Anyways, I could just imagine the absolute trouble reader could get into by meddling in things the reader shouldn't be getting into. The question is...how far are these modern hunters willing to go? Murder is illegal, so these guys probably have the money, numbers, organization, and the political power to just get away with whatever they want, a scary thought indeed. And to make it worse, the reader isn't Hiccup, they don't have a dragon at their side to help if things go wrong. Though, that doesn't mean a dragon might not be smart enough to realize that a human is helping them. Some dragons are clearly intelligent enough to understand that as seen in the movies and shows so it isn't entirely impossible that the reader could get some backup from a wild dragon or two if they play their cards right.

The only problem left would be keeping their identity and personal life safe. They'd have to deal with a lot on their plate, dealing with something they don't really understand and the reader may end up dead if they aren't careful. But whose to say if the reader even goes through the idea of saving as many dragons as possible? The reader is only one person, but maybe, just maybe, saving at least one or a few dragons and allowing them to stay at the reader's house is enough...plus they could finally put that empty field to use and get a stable built (one that can hopefully withstand the weight of a few dragons). But that would only lead to more trouble wouldn't it? In the modern day, I don't think dragon hunters would let one dragon go. Not a single one.

Maybe the reader took an extremely important egg or dragon species that they want back, maybe the reader has embarrassed their leader or co-leader greatly and he wants revenge, or maybe both? Whatever the reason is, they're coming once they figure things out.

#Teehee more brainstorming #concept #httyd #brainstorming #how to train your dragon #x reader #hunter x reader #how to train your dragon concept

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gabessquishytum · 2 years

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Yan Anon reporting in~

These are all just *chef’s kiss X2* perfect.

“yeah so i'm also obsessed with unhinged dream so if i may just uhh throw my own kinks into the pile (nonny if this inspired you i will be thrilled if not i'm still also hoping you wind up writing this fic because. omg.) but uh. dream giving hob a pussy, wrecking it, and then immediately adding some nice chastity piercings?” -🐈‍⬛

🐈‍⬛Hello! It has indeed inspired me, my gosh, you have no idea. I was thinking how Dream could torment Hob with the piercings and this is just inspired. And Dream being absolutely mean, making Hob beg for his release- my nose is starting to gush blood. I imagine Dream on a comfy armchair, sitting there with an uncharacteristically manic grin and flushed face, while Hob has to slowly crawl his way over and plead with whines and whimpers, and in his head he’s thinking, “Master please, I’ve been good, so good. I need your cock inside my pussy please. pleaseletmecum” All the while spreading his legs and pussy, just presenting himself to tempt Dream. WHEW. I just can’t explain it, Yandere Dream is just so hot to me, and I want him to be as possessive and as fucked up as possible.

“oh my GOD yes please like. dream eventually lets hob go and he feels awful and guilty about the whole thing and it hurts to let hob go but he does, he tweaks enough people's memories to just think that hob was away on sabbatical and it's fine, he can drop back into his old life.”

I hope I’m right in thinking this is the same anon XD‍‍ I was kind of torn on which ending I would like to happen, one where Hob gets mindbroken to the point where he stays in the Dreaming permanently(which is a bit too dark and urgh than I’d like) or one where Dream comes to his senses and lets him go, but this is perfect. Hob willingly and consensually offers himself to Dream and he’s not so far gone where he’s just a broken mindless pet. I LOVE IT. It’s hilarious to think that Dream would be the speechless one for once XD

Oh btw, here's what I was thinking about how this all started. Hob POV, Dream and Hob had their meeting in the New Inn, and everything’s wonderful cause Hob finally knows what to call his stranger AND Dream agrees to more than one meeting a century, a miracle! So they start meeting once every few months, then once a month, and so on and so on, until Hob realizes that they’re meeting multiple times a week now. Not that he’s complaining, he’s ecstatic really, even if Dream is exhibiting some weird tendencies/behaviors/habits.

Staring/Stalking - Hob notices that Dream likes to stare, at him specifically now that he’s thinking about it, there’s a kind of darkness in his friend’s eyes that’s a bit unnerving, but he’s probably just imagining it. He’s just happy to have his friend around, but definitely not the big-ass raven that seems to be stalking his every move. There’s also the constant feeling of being watched whenever he’s alone or in public but maybe he’s just being paranoid.

Touching – They were fleeting touches at first like handshakes, and shoulders bumping, but now they’ve upgraded to handholding(context to follow XD) and actual hugs! Hugs that Hob swears linger just a tad too long to be considered normal, and did his hand kind of graze his ass? Ah who cares, Dream is finally being friendly and with honest-to-goodness smiles now.

People – People who have shown or expressed the tiniest bit of interest in Hob are now avoiding him like the plague. The regular customer that flirted with Hob yesterday at the inn is never seen again, the student that sent him a love letter has now dropped out of his class, and the friendly neighbor that usually gives him baked goods practically kissed the hallway trying to get to their apartment around him.

Dreams – Okay so I’m not so sure what to do here, Hob knows to an extent that Dream has dream-related powers, cause Dream gave him some vague bs answer like usual XD There’s gonna be mind-blowing wet dreams about Morpheus obviously, but maybe Hob doesn’t suspect Dream at first, perhaps he thinks it’s his desires manifesting into the hottest dream sex he has ever had, nearly every night, started almost the same time as when Dream reappeared in his life. Right Hob, right. Hob is gonna act more awkward cause of the dreams but I’m still thinking about whether there’s gonna be any physiological effects like increased horniness.

Then I was thinking of an incident that pushes Dream over the edge, perhaps someone flirting aggressively with Hob or Hob gets into an accident of some kind. Then boom, goodbye waking world.

A bit long I know hahahaha but all thoughts and criticisms are welcome here~

-Love, Yan Anon <3

Yan Anon, you are INCREDIBLE. I am so obsessed with this crazy yandere Dream who is totally obsessed and fixated on Hob!!! Somehow it's made even better by the fact that Hob is "just a human" so why is Dream so completely insane about him? Nobody understands!!! I love the idea of him using every spare moment to check in on Hob (either spend time with him or just... watch from afar), it's like his hobby at this point (there's a pun in there somewhere).

I also think Hob would be weirdly into it? Because he craves Dream’s attention, he wants to be Dream’s special pet... he even gets jealous if Dream happens to spend time with someone else because he’s come to expect that he’s Dream’s favourite. Just these two being weird and toxically attached to each other pleeease. Hob flirting with someone bc he knows Dream will go off the rails with jealousy and sweep him off to the dreaming to spank his pussy? Yeah. Yeeeeah <3

#yan anon #dreamling #nsft #the sandman #cw yandere

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You are by far one of the best writers I've seen on the site. Especially with The Chosen. I was really hesitant to read any fanfiction on it, since I wasn't sure if that would be appropriate, but reading your made me feel so much better. You keep it so accurate and respectful, it's truly wonderful. Now, I'm obsessed with your writings and desperate for more! I'm so glad you have taken to writing for this TV series, and I'm very grateful you've done it is such a great way.

I know your requests are closed right now, but when you are open I have two-three ready to go. Until then, I'll read what you put out.

Additionally, I wanted to say that I REALLY loved the John the Baptist angst one, I wish that went on forever and I got so many more moments and details. I normally don't like angst without a happy ending, but I loved this fic. I think it's because it wasn't an unhappy/sad ending. Not really. There was still love and hope and the knowledge that what they get and where they will end up will be greater than what the could have on earth. If you do feel inclined, I would love to encourage you to expand on this. What would the reaction be to his death, what happens to her after that? What does she do while he is away? Did they ever confess their love? What was going on before Jesus came to be Baptized? So many thoughts and questions on it.

Anyway, once again I would like to say amazing work and I look forward to seeing what else you put out. Thank you!

Sincerely,

Your number one fan

Oh dear friend, your comment brings tears to my eyes ❤️ Thank you so much for your sweet words, they mean so much!

John the Baptiser has so much potential fic-wise. Since I love writing angst, the tragedy in his story as well as the hope that constantly shines through in spite of it all makes him one of my favourites. At the moment, I have a one-shot in my request list with some domestic fluff for him. However, there is so much that can be done. I feel like (Y/n) would be a very patient significant other, very aware that his calling always goes before their personal relationship, so she'd definitely be a woman of great faith and would get along with Jesus as well. (Y/n) would be friends with both of them during their childhood and Elizabeth woudl always tease her son about his crush on you, because John definitely had one.

Their relationship would be so wholesome regardless if they ever confessed to one another or not. If they do indeed confess, they would quickly reach a mutual understanding of the compromises they'd have to make on their earthly relationship in favour of John's calling.

(Y/n) would support him in his ministry as much as she could. Even if this includes being worried sick when he disappears off the face of the Earth every so often. After all, despite their understanding, she would be concerned nevertheless, for John has a tendency to upset important people.

Quality time between the two would be unrushed. In her presence all his worries and tension just fade away. She'd cook him a decent meal since he needs these nutrients, draw him a warm bath and once relaxed, they'd chat about everything that is going on in their lives.

When John heads for Herod's court, they are both aware that there may be no way back now whilst saying goodbye, but both of them hold onto their Hope.

After John gets arrested, (Y/n) goes with Andrew to visit Machaerus, where John tells her that God will always have the upper hand no matter what happens. He says she should not be anxious about him, because God will always be there.

The followers of John who visit Capernaum also have a message for (Y/n): A repetition of what he had said in Machaerus, as well as a goodbye. She gets an inkling that it might be the final message John will ever send her.

And once (Y/n) finds out he's dead? Oh, she'll be inconsolable but find comfort with Jesus. I can totally imagine them sharing all of their memories about John with each other, and Jesus would be so patient and understanding with that bittersweet pain. Smiling and crying at the same time, reminiscing on the past and hopeful for the future. I am aiming to open the requests again in a month from now, and you're allowed to send in as many as you want! 😌

God bless! 🙏

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the-bird-and-the-flute · 2 years

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Yumekuro - Kuchen - Grateful Days - Moon

warning: spoilers from kuchen's cards (the first one as well). Also, I'm going feral after reading this card, so there are some vulgar language here and there and nsfw shit too <3

SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS SO HOT

I’ll be honest, the first part of the story was not as good as his other cards imo, I mean, I like it, (after all, who doesn’t want to hear kuchen’s voice?), but it was not that interesting.

This time, it’s obvious Kuchen is getting out of his comfort zone cuz in the past he was so stoic and demanding that most people were afraid of working with him.

After teaching MC how to do some good quality choco in his first card, he is not the same Kuchen anymore. I think he will always be a bit stoic (please don’t erase that trait of his personality completely), but he is more inclined now to cooperate with different people.

He has to manage a team of people who are preparing chocolate for this event.

Cuit even mentioned he changed but in a good way. In the past, he was going to do everything solo.

As one of the ambassadors, Kuchen offers himself to show the place to MC. They visit a lot of different areas. It looks like a park, but I may be wrong (as I didn’t read the event story lol).

After visiting many areas, Kuchen and MC sat on a bench. We saw a flashback of when Oscar obligated Kuchen to take MC as his apprentice. That experience was way richer to him than one could have thought. As he had to teach MC, he noticed it was kinda fun to actually work together. So now he is more open-minded to delegate tasks to a team.

Then, he gets some messages from his meister board. His colleagues are in trouble and he needs to help them. I didn’t understand what exactly was the problem. MC offered to help them too. When she was already leaving to find a shortcut to go back to where the staff was, Kuchen held her arm. He asked – but to me, it almost sounded like an order haahaha – if she would be free tomorrow night because he wanted to see her.

MOON

It’s the next day and MC met Kuchen just like she promised. The chosen place was Kuchen’s room. (AHAHAH OMG MY SHITTY DIRTY MIND. I JUST DON’T LEARN, DO I? I know this game is not for adults only but my mind goes crazy with the combo kuchen + room, or any double-meaning line in his cards).

He shows her a parade from his window. He said this parade is a thank you from the guilds MC works with (or sth like that). She gets touched seeing how thoughtful they all are. She indeed is a workaholic, but that's because she wants to make their wishes come true.

Then, Kuchen gives her his special gift: chocolate.

He made a box of chocolate. Those chocolates are different from the other ones she ate before. Each one of them represents MC’s mood: angry, happy, confused, embarrassed, etc.

But that’s not all, Kuchen really really likes seeing MC’s reaction, so what better way to tease her other than feeding her on his lap? I DIED AFTER SEEING THE CG. MUST WRITE A KUCHEN NSFW FIC ASAP

You can imagine how embarrassed MC was, especially considering she is way innocent for someone like him. She ate like two chocolates, and every time she ate one, he HAD to explain which emotion that chocolate was representing lmaoooo

NSFW COMMENTS BELOW

YOU ALL AIN’T TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T GET TURNED ON WATCHING HER EAT HIS CHOCOLATES

LISTEN, I THINK KUCHEN IS A SADIST

THAT TYPE OF GUY WHO LIKES TO CALL U BITCH WHILE HE IS FUCKING U

HIS ANTICS HERE REMIND ME OF YORITOMO (IKEGEN). IS THAT A GOOD SIGN? MY TASTE FOR MEN IS SOOO QUESTIONABLE 🙃

#yumekuro #kuchen #grateful days #spoilers

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fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty · 1 year

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hi, here's some advice to AO3-ers 💅

you wanna filter out specific ships? authors? your own embarrassing fics (does not count anon fics sadly)? or even specific tags? track fic length individually and more?

well I have:

AO3 Enhancements for you!!!

so, this extension is available for just about every browser, i use it for edge but it IS available for chrome and likely firefox too. just go to the extension store based on ur browser and type in AO3 Enhancements.

anyways more directions below IF it interests you to have a helpful AO3 extension:

this is firefox:

this is edge, though i already have it, so instead of remove it'll likely say add or add extension or download:

and this is chrome:

now, for whatever your browser is, you just hit the add button. i will use chrome for this. so, hit 'add to chrome'.

this box below should show up, just hit add extension anyway.

and then once you've hit add extension, it may take 3-5 seconds (as it did me), and then boom! it's done. now, you'll notice a few differences instantly on a fic. here's an example:

there's a 'Finish reading' box and a 'Kudos/Hits' box. So if you want the ratio, for whatever reason, there you have it! Now, the Finish reading is complex.

When you go to your extensions, and find AO3 Enhancements, hit the box that says 'Options' when you open the options with the three dots.

this is what you should get:

now, 'Finish reading' depends on how far along you move the scale for the 'My reading speed is ___ words/min' section. The default is 200. I put mine on 400, which is the max. The lowest is 100. You can go 1 by 1, so if you want 206 or 143, you can have that.

The 'Blurb statistics' are all default on, but you can change it. Here's the options:

Now, all of these are pretty simple, so you can imagine what they all mean and do. The word count for each chapter is helpful for if you want to know if a chapter is really long, or short. 'Finish reading' for each chapter helps too.

Now, the 'Hide works' section. The 'many fandoms' part is just for if it's a crossover fic and you don't want those, I know I don't, so I should... probably turn that on.

If you turn it on, here's what it looks like:

Each tick is 1 fandom. The default is 4. You can go up to 10 fandoms. For the language part, it opens a box saying 'Show only these languages:' when it's on. You can then type in the language you want to only show or select from the dropdown menu of a bunch of languages in alphabetical order.

For the 'author' part, which is... very helpful for me, you click it and this appears, as it does with 'tags':

You simply type in their name and it hides the work. If you write, but don't like to see it in the search results/filters of your tags or fandoms, this is helpful.

For tags, you type in the tag, relationship or additional, doesn't matter, and it hides the work for it. The 'unless' part is obvious. I don't use that, but if you're very 'wellll i mean' about fic, then it's probably worth it.

Next, Style Tweaks.

I don't use these, but it's likely helpful if any of them apply to your standard reading preferences.

Track Works is what you need to be logged in for, and you can easily do that by clicking the door icon near the 'Not logged in' and typing in your username. At least, that's what I did. No password needed.

I'll type out the warning in yellow:

'Track works is still a WIP (work in progress). This means that some parts might not always function properly.

Tracking of visited and marked for later works is not implemented yet. Also note that if you use AO3 Enhancements on multiple devices, like your pc and your phone, and they are both logged into the same AO3 account, kudos might not show up on one device if you give them on the other device. The fix for now is to simply open the work on the other device that is missing the kudos - it should then update and realise that you have indeed given kudos. The same applies to subscriptions and bookmarks.'

Here's the options:

Just click what you want and then you're good. The Advanced is pretty much useless, but if you want to see how much data you use, then there you go. It's very small even after months of use for me, sitting at 149.26KB in 8-ish months.

So if you want to use any of these options but AO3 doesn't offer it, just get AO3 Enhancements. It's hella useful + free.

Also, small mention: AO3 Saver is good too. It tracks what works you visit, so if AO3 goes down or you want to find that ONE really good fic you read and remember the title but can't find it or want to see what you read, just go into the extension and it'll be a column, like this:

Fic name / [Date read]

and so on. When you hover over one, you get the option to download it. It opens as a PDF in a new tab and from there do whatever you want with the PDF! It also saves drafts as well, but you can't download drafts. It just says work not found.

If it says anything about older archives, just hit 'Most Recent Archive' as the blue link and it'll open up.

Anyways bye!

#ao3 #ao3 advice #fanfiction #fanfiction advice #because it is #ao3 tips #ao3 enhancements #surprised that's not a tag tbh

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Another year has passed on Earth; meanwhile Pluto still hasn’t completed a single rotation around the Sun since its discovery, whether it be by Newt or by Clyde William Tombaugh (those americans, they always think they discover everything 🙄). After all, Sonya’s grandmother was right in a way; Newt came back from Pluto just as young as he was when he left. The universe has a funny way to do things. To celebrate, here is one last glimpse behind the scenes of Pluto! 🪐 (or is it?)

- originally, thomas and newt were supposed to have sex on christmas night after sharing their first kiss. but this is your gift, and i know just how much ace thomas means to you and to so many others (and to dylan!), and how much he has come to mean to me as well in a way i didn’t expect, so I scratched the love-making and let thomas and newt decide themselves how to define their love and how to express it to each other, and i think it’s so much better this way 🤍

- you need to know that newt and thomas sharing earbuds and holding hands was directly inspired by your airport fic, like a lot of what i wrote here (but i don’t think it comes as a surprise, does it? i do believe this whole story of mine screams of yours. what can i say, except thank you for inspiring me)

- you may also have noticed that i dropped a specific clue for you to make you guess who i am…it was just way to tempting 😳

- the quote “gravity is matter’s response to loneliness” isn’t mine (sadly), it comes from the movie the half of it. i would definitely recommend it!

- i wrote the shotgun scene while drinking a pumpkin latte, i wrote the scene of thomas and brenda meeting and bantering at the stables while drinking eggnog, i wrote the whole christmas yule ball (until the kiss) while drinking a golden chai latte. it was a journey made of hot drinks!

- the shipwreck in which lizzy’s baby father allegedly died is a real shipwreck, that of the HMS Serpent

- you asked who delivered lizzy’s baby if thomas didn’t, and honestly? i don’t know. let’s imagine that, since the pregnancy went on for longer it happened way more smoothly and harriet, brenda and teresa were able to handle it by themselves!

- Newt positively melts when he sees actual pictures of Pluto for the first time and notices the “heart” on its surface

- i did intend brenda to be understood as trans/nb but i wasn’t sure which one to go with, so i left it to interpretation ✨ i’m so glad you enjoyed that detail!

- i made the conscious decision of writing 2022 in the past tense and 1890 in the present tense. no reason, i just thought it was funny. (and i had a tough time explaining to my beta reader that it wasn’t an error in coherence)

- newt and thomas grow old together. once they get tired of city life and retire from their jobs, they move back to the isaacs estate, turn the music studio back into stables and live a quiet and happy life

- i was extremely happy to get to write for you 💗

🥺 happiest of new years to you, my lovely santa <3

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you knew how much ace thomas meant to me?! honestly that makes me so happy to hear because i thought all their intimate scenes together were PERFECT 💛💛💛 you did an incredible job and i really appreciate you keeping in mind my love for ace thomas even though i know i didn’t mention it on my wish list <3

MY AIRPORT FIC INSPIRED YOU?! oh my god. the idea of anything of mine inspiring such a beautiful and incredible story just blows my mind…. 🥺

A CLUE?! i’ll be on the lookout for that in my next reread then 🫡

thank u for the movie rec!! with such a beautiful line i know i have go check that out asap

that sounds like a LOT of coffee santa 😳 that coffee shop was blessed with the presence of genius ;)

omg it was a REAL ship. a fun fact indeed

okay phew i’m glad they were okay without thomas there <3

AAAAAAAAAAH PLUTOS HEART. i absolutely adore it and i know newt would too. i’ve put a photo of it on the cover of the playlist of songs you suggested for this fic btw 💛

TRANS OR NB BRENDA WAS INTENDED OMFG

YOUR MIND 🤯 galaxy brain fr <3 that’s completely amazing and i am once again in Awe

THEY GO BACK TO THE ESTATE AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER OMG 😭😭😭

stop do you want to make me cry MORE?! i’m so glad you were my santa and it makes me unbelievably happy to hear that YOU were happy to write for me 😭💛 i cannot thank you enough for such a beautiful story, and for going the extra mile to leave me these messages in my inbox <3 *mwah* i adore you

#ask #tmrss22 #pluto

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Faux Innocence

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having the reputation of the innocent angel in the group, one could never imagine Y/N being such a badass impostor and expert liar but here they have found themselves fooled by the angel who wears that halo just for show.

Requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt Hello hun! Here’s the other request you sent me, I’m really sorry it’s been so long and you’ve had to endure such a long wait until it’s posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

“They’ll be done for in no time! Right, babe?“ I stick my foot out to the side, nudging Corpse’s leg.

There most certainly are pros and cons when it comes to sharing a gaming/streaming/recording room with me, and the whether the constant pestering is a good or a bad thing is still up in the air. I mean, yeah Corpse rolls his eyes every now when I do it, but I’ve also caught him smiling about it out of the corner of my eye. Bottom line, I do it to invite that almost childishly mischievous smirk on his face. That’s the ultimate reward.

And ok, yes, I’m also the one trying to peek over the barrier separating out computers to peek at his screen to see if he’s impostor or not, but he tolerates that bad habit of mine. Well, he sprays water my way or gently whacks me with a pillow, but I consider that toleration. It’s a playful little dynamic we have going on, one we don’t have to perform today since we’re impostors together.

I cannot recall a time that has happened before. In fact, I can say I’ve been paired up as impostors with everyone but Corpse. I personally think it’s a practical joke the game’s algorithm is pulling on us, seeing as how we’ve been dating for quite some time now. I mean, that’s the only way to explain this coincidence of never being impostors together.

Looking at the subject now, it may be hella beneficial for us considering no one would suspect us both to be impostors together. Everyone is in on this ‘misfortune’ of ours and it’s honestly hilarious but Corpse and I are about to rip them a new one, I just know it.

“Oh, definitely! I’m the risky half, but they’ll never suspect you so we’re 100% winning this.“ He replies, sending a wink my way. He’s vaguely surprised when I return it with a narrow-eyed look.

“What’s that supposed to mean ‘they’ll never suspect you‘? I’m a great impostor! Is that you questioning my skills I’m hearing?“ I raise an eyebrow, turning my attention back to the screen which displays Corpse and I alone in Electrical, pretending to be doing tasks and waiting on our first victims.

“No! No, not at all. Far from it. It’s just that you are...well, you know...you are you. No one would think you’re the one dishing out all these tactical kills. You always seem relatively interested in the game only to have fun and not to win and....“

“Look sweet and innocent.“ I cut him off, finishing his sentence, “Yeah, yeah, I get your theory.“ Suddenly, I hear Rae’s chipper voice approaching, talking to her chat, I’m assuming. This gives me a rather...interesting idea. With that in mind, I give Corpse a side-glance and a devilish smirk that’s promising trouble, “Let’s test it out, shall we?“

“Wha-?!“ Before Corpse can even say his question fully, Rae wanders into the room, cutting him off with a question of her own.

“Test what out?“ She asks, coming to stand between us, doing her own task.

I’m so sorry, Rae

Before anyone could fathom it, I swiftly kill Rae and report her body, all seemingly in the blink of an eye. Corpse hasn’t even fathomed half of this insanity when he hears an accusation being thrown right at him.

“Corpse, how could you?!“ I cry out, and damn - not to toot my own horn or anything - but I’m pulling off the ‘distressed friend-witness‘ act quite well. I bet Corpse would give me an impressed look or mouth ‘minx’ at me if he wasn’t staring at his screen with his mouth agape. “You were planning to blame it on me weren’t you?!“

“Wait...no! That’s not-It wasn’t me! I swear it wasn’t me!“ He finally finds his voice, croaking out desperate defenses, each cut off by a wheeze of something alike shocked laughter that almost gets me to break out in a fit of my own.

“Very convincing, buddy. He’s definitely innocent, you guys...“ Toast comments just as the ‘VOTED‘ sticker pops up above the icon of his avatar in the meeting.

“Right? How could you even think otherwise?“ Leslie backs him up, the sticker appearing on her icon as well.

“Guys! No, for real, it’s Y/N! I swear on Bingus it’s Y/N!“ He probably should’ve used something more convincing, not that it would’ve worked either way. I’m a ‘trustworthy‘, ‘innocent‘ and ‘honest‘ person, just like Corpse said. Aren’t I?

Mere seconds later, he’s shot off the ship, the screen confirming he indeed was an impostor, automatically getting the blame off me cause no impostor would be dumb enough to out their partner like that, lowering their chances at victory. I don’t consider that a dumb move though - I think it’s rather genius, actually.

“Don’t worry, Corpsie.“ I give him a wink in return to his death glare, his arms crossed over his chest, looking quite unamused. “I’m winning this one for you.“

We both know I can and I will. Of course I can when I’m given the advantage of faux innocence everyone falls for - in more ways than one, if you know what I’m saying *wink* *wink*

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