#im watching the hollow crown

[variousqueerthings]

shakespeares king plays really are just "oh wow that was traumatising for me, I'm gonna get revenge and become king" "oh wow that was traumatising for me, I'm gonna get revenge and become king" "oh wow that was traumatising for me, I'm gonna get revenge and become king" "oh wow-" and that's something post-coronation.

[unohanadaydreams]

Mars I will sell you my hypothetical firstborn child if you write something with Grimmjow + spanking please. 👀👀

Hand over the hypothetical firstborn at your convenience, anon.

Features: 18+, spanking, hair pulling, reader is deeply embarrassed by wanting said spanking, Grimmjow wants to eat through that shame like a juicy, juicy fruit.

GRIMMJOW + SPANKING

Stretched teeth, uncovered from root to crown, jab into the tensed skin above your shoulder blade. A fossil of his previous, unknowable self, the mask of smooth bone is wholly inhuman.

You stiffen further when he does it again. Inherit instinct enmeshing to your modern sense of shame and want. You try to curl away. The wiry length of his arms, his hands meeting at your stomach, keep you flat.

“You’re getting scared over nothing.”

The warm puffs of breath that had raised a trail of damp along your back were plenty to be embarrassed over. You shivered as the sloppy line of condensation cooled. The thrumming want in you unfurled, fronds of pleasure straightening to meet the heat Grimmjow generated.

Shifting you more squarely in his lap, fingers squirmed between your pressed thighs.

“Grimmjow,” you squeaked, then said, then whined.

Smiling, the human side of his face rubbed against your cheek and he mocked you. Called your name in three between puffs of humor.

You tugged at the ropey muscles of his forearms, scrambled at his elbows, and struggled to keep your thighs tight while your fingers slipped uselessly over his.

“What’s it about humans and wanting punished?”

Switching tactics, you reached back, tugging at Grimmjow’s hair.

“Please don’t say anymore,” you said, one of your hands holding onto the sharp, exaggerated cheekbone of his fragmented mask as the other gripped at the roots of any hair you could hold.

“Why? I liked it too. Everyone looks better roughed up,” Grimmjow said. His fingers forced between your thighs in earnest.

The moment you moved to stop him, you found yourself bouncing on the mattress you’d gotten cheap, third-hand, and feeling like springboard. If Grimmjow hadn’t grabbed you, you would’ve rolled to the floor.

As he lay on his lap, your ass comfortably in range of his prominent hand, you wish you’d rolled to the floor.

At least your face was pressed into the sheets and he wasn’t forcing you to look him in the eyes. At least he was tugging your underwear down your thighs instead of ripping through them. At least he was doing exactly what you wanted while being blessedly sile—

“I don’t get why you watch videos of it, but don’t say you want it,” he said, ruining your list of things to be grateful for. “You humans….so scared to say you like this stuff when that’s half of what the video box plays. That’s what I’m punishing you for. Not gonna stop till you tell me what you want.”

Grimmjow talks about it so casually that you’re blindsided by the first hit and you cough on inhaled spit.

He squeezes one cheek, toying with it until you calm.

Then smacks you again.

Your legs tremble and hips circle by the third hit.

“Us hollows have hard skin,” he grunts as he smacks you again. “Im barely hitting, y’know. You’re just sensitive.”

Grimmjow makes every spank unpredictable. Some coming right after another while others strike after he’s massaged the blanket of stinging needles from your ass cheeks.

The only sound you can bear to emit are cries from being smacked and moans as he works you up between them.

Admitting you like all the things in the porn he caught you watching seems impossible. Saying you want him to hit harder and more and do it all while he’s inside you is an insurmountable task.

“Say something and I’ll pull your hair,” Grimmjow purrs.

Your face is hot and sticky from breathing into the sheets as you turn so your cheek is rubbing against the lowest thread count known to home goods.

He spanks you several times before you can from words beyond ‘uh’ or ‘it uh’.

“It feels good.”

“You like it a lot?”

Grimmjow’s fingers, the curve of his nails less wicked than he likes them to be, but rounded so he can touch you, unfettered, move to where your hair has been gathered into a thick scrunchie.

“Yes,” you agree as he spanks you and pulls your hair and grows harder underneath you.

You’re mutually stubborn, but Grimmjow is sure to hear the words he wants by the end of the night. He’s relentless. He can claw anything from anyone.

All you have to cling to is a crust of human shame thinly withholding your desires. Still, you twist sheets into your fists as he lifts your head and spanks you again.

You cling.

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Some of you have probably noticed that I havent made a liveblog post in a while. Well, thats because I usually read on the bus and during my classes and then I come home and summarize my thoughts on the 2-5 chapters I read after theyve marinated in my head for a little while, but unfortunately i appear to be incapacited at the moment so I cant do that. But because its been weeks and I dont wanna forget anything and I would very much like to finish this series soon, I'll try to read at home sometimes from now on. Since my brain is still a lil mush Im gonna do what I did for my last post, which is write down what Im thinking as Im reading instead of summarizing all my thoughts retroactively, except this time I have my german copy on hand so if I want to quote something it'll be a translation

Anyway, with all that said, welcome to my twisted mind, please enjoy my thoughts on A Court of Mist and Fury Chapters 40

Chapter 40

Ive been wanting to say this for a while now but i kept forgetting, but they translated 'winnowing' as 'den Wind spalten' ['splitting the wind'] and that is objectively so much cooler, shoutout to my gal Alexandra Ernst for that

Feyre being like "ugh, its so pathetic how these human guards think they could stand a chance against even one of us" hurts me so much you guys what have they done to my girl

Once again, its apparently perfectly fine if Rhysand doesnt tell Feyre anything "because she never asked" but if Tamlin doesnt tell her anything when she never asked hes the devil

Also once again, Feyre is perfectly not-triggered at Mor wearing a scarlet dress

Idk how to explain this, but Rhysand saying that Feyre is wearing a golden crown because "she looks so good with it, how could he not give her one" is somehow the perfect encapsulation of the hollowness of her High Lady title

Oh, of course three of the queens only showed up to watch the other two talk, itd be too hard to write dialogue if they actually participated in this important conversation

hello???? Feyre referring to humans as "your kind" ??? wth is going on

"every side bears some blame" hey rhysand ive got a question for ya. which side enslaved the other again

everytime the oldest queen does anything the prose feels the need to remind me of how old and wrinkly she is and its like, i get it, shes OLD

The oldest queen is spitting so hard rn, Im not even gonna question how they heard of the night court when Feyre, who lived closest to Prythian for many years, didnt know anything aout the individual courts prior to getting there herself, Im just gonna put her whole little monologue here: "Oh? [...] The High Lord of the Night Court asks that we join him so that we can save lives together? Fight for peace? And what about the lives that you have taken during your long, despicable existance? What about the High Lord who shrouds himself in darkness and destroys the mind of those who stand in his way? [...] We have heard of you on the continent, Rhysand. We have heard of what the Court of Night is capable of, what you do to your enemies. Peace? I wouldn't have thought that you - a man who enslaves the minds of others and kills them out of pure enjoyment - even know that word."

Anyway, she was spitting absolute bars and Feyre gets super mad about it and almost commits arson but manages to reign herself in and its like girlie, why are you so upset? one of the first things we find out about the night court in this book is that they apparently indiscriminately kill (or atleast torture) anyone who crosses the night court border without permission like theyre the fucking us government, i think the bad reputation is justified

Forgive me if I sound callous, but I have absolutely no sympathy for Rhysand flinching at the mention of Amarantha when Feyre didnt even use her name and is also talking about how she fucking DIED AT HER HANDS

God, I feel like I have something to say about every single line this post is gonna be like 10 thousand words long by the time Im done

So lets take it from the top; Feyre tries to convince the mortal queens to give them the half of the book by recounting to them how much everyone suffered under Amarantha and how she was gruesomely beaten to death and then revived, which is not a compelling argument to me, who actually witnessed all of that, much less these queens who have barely any context for anything shes saying right now

The oldest queen is like "you dont know anything about anything" which is true what the fuck does Feyre know about whats going on in the human world or even the fae world at large, and then Rhysand growls "dont you dare talk down to her!!" because shes passionate and speaking from the heart or whatever and its like, okay, shes still not good at politicking or even just basic negatioation and shes talking to a seasoned politician who old as fuck

Like, if Feyre was actually smart, she wouldve long since realized that she couldnt convince these queens to protect this little slip of land right up to prythians border and been like "okay, you dont wanna protect the land, but can you atleast organize an evacuation so you can atleast save the people" Sure, they definitely still wouldnt have agreed to that because its a sjm book and theyre written to be comically evil, but it would atleast demonstrate Feyre being a little savvy, because right now all we're getting is her being stupid and stubborn in a situation where she really cant afford that

god, im just now noticing how pissed off I am, its been bleeding into my commentary and its not gonna stop, Im sorry. wait no, if youre reading this youre probably looking for negativity, so youre welcome, actually

Anyway, Rhys also says that Feyre is a kindhearted soul looking out for people who cant defend themselves even though she definitely thought that those human guards were pathetic for wanting to defend themselves when she and the other fae were soooooo much more powerful and he definitely knows that because the mental bond is fully open during this meeting and he chastises the queens for being selfish and cowardly when its like, my brother in christ you are doing the exact same bullshit, but atleast the queens are defending a wholeass continent while hes defending one (1) city. and iirc that city ends up getting attacked and destroyed anyway so good job my guy

Theres something so oddly biblical about the story Mor is telling about Miriam, down to her name being Miriam

That island thats removed from time is such bullshit istg

Is it just me or have these bozos not actually explained what they even need the other half of the book for. theyre just like "we need to stop this war and we'd like peace between humans and fae" and its like cool, hows the book gonna help with that though

im sorry, feyre wants to punch that old woman in the face????

the chapter ends with Elain being like "I hope they burn in hell" and i get that, they just straight up said that they want to abandon a whole bunch of people (them included) to die if a war breaks out, but you cant say that the night court girlies are not also at fault for being so fucking bad at politics

[firewalkzwit]

peace of mind // miguel o'hara x reader (2)

this is so mid but i lost everything mid work so this is a rewrite lacking some stuff from the og i also reiterate that english is not my first language and while im fluent at it, grammatical mistakes are bound to appear i hope u can bare w me :>

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AO3 parallel

summary: In the eve of 2050, Spider-Woman is New York’s vigilante trying to maintain order in a revolting society, soon to collapse. The only reason to keep going is the hope for change, as the darkest hour is just before the dawn, but an unexpected turn of events will result in more than just New York to watch over.

(Contains some elements and references I gathered off other pieces of media to inspire the universe and, vaguely, the character.)

word count: 2.2k

Chapter 2

The least amusing part of her work was certainly the one where she had to serve hours of desk work on her computer in order to earn enough to sustain herself. While economically she wasn't in trouble, it was incredibly monotonous, and even if she was thankful that the era of office work was long deceased for minor employees like her, working from home was just as unstimulating. It was in fact hard to find anything stimulating when it contrasted heavily with the adrenaline rush of being Spider-Woman, and performing tasks that demanded the full capacity of all her senses. Even if she had reached a point where most of her vigilante work was also easier and eventually somewhat routinary, she had lately began to feel the excitement of being Spider-Woman again, which only turned up when she had a match in battle or simply something to feed her never-ending desire for mental exercise. The white entity from a day ago had disappeared from her radar leaving no trace, and she was only hoping it would turn up again in the shape of some conflict. Naturally, being Spider-Woman had taught her that supernatural beings tend to not like to settle, and consider such thing to be very human, so some ruckus was expected to happen and she was just waiting for it to call for her. This drive made her especially anxious to leave as soon as her senses warned her of commotion, getting rapidly geared up and shooting herself out the window with impressive speed. For someone in such a big and cramped city, one needs special agility and sense of reflex to get by, and with time she had learnt to master it, swiftly swinging through the crowd and swinging over and under the spiraling lanes that contorted around and across themselves like dozens of snail staircases. She jumped and swung moving further from urbanization and into the more open and spacious region of the city, filled with corporative colossal buildings. As her senses guided her through the turmoil of thousands of cars and the roaring sounds of the urbanization beneath it, she slowly descended onto walkable fields, pulling her hood back up to blend with the multitude. There was a growing commotion that manifested itself in the shape of agitated people walking with no sense of direction and tumult building up, which she tried to catch on to using her sharpened senses. A peculiar looking clairvoyant shook her hands in circular motion summoning a forming group of people around her as she chanted a warning "¡El hoyo en el cielo simboliza el fin de los tiempos!"* The concerning prophecy provoked her to quickly look up and eventually detect the cause of horror in the crowd. Just as the divination stated, multiple black holes that seemed to only take whoever dared to enter them into infinite void, contorted opening and closing several gaps of dimensional warping in the sky. She used her webs to jump onto a light post to catch a better glimpse of the anomalies, soon detecting just what she was expecting; the white entity jumping in and out of the hollow like it was completely casual. 

"Can those swallow you into eternal void?" Spider-Woman asked ironically as she jumped up onto the crown of a large and rusty hologram propaganda projector, trying to jump towards the nearest building in the hopes of crawling upwards to see clearly, however once she initiated her motion, she was met with an unexpected appearance of one of the black holes which consumed her into miliseconds of nothing but emptiness, before quickly opening back up like a portal, where she was met with a feisty kick in the face that sent her down on a rapid fall. She used her webs to grab onto the nearest surface that would aid her at dodging the impact, and once again fleeted back onto the top of the projector, crouching on it with her hands on the floor. "They can swallow you into eternal void, but they can also take you places. Was about time you showed up, Spider-Man." Behind her mask her brows furrowed into a frown of confusion, as far as she was concerned there was nothing masculine of her appearance. "Okay, rude.. But I gathered by your lack of a face that it might be difficult to see." As she tried to muster up the courage to retry her jump, having in front of her the clear possibility of another risky failure, a hole popped in front of her and the creature came out of it like a mole.

She finally was able to get a clear view of it, and not wasting too much time on staring at it, she attempted to strike a punch, which only ended up in half of her forearm being sucked into the abyss of a big black spot in the creature's face. What she thought at first were black spots around it's body were in reality multiple black holes such as the ones it opened in the sky. The hole pushed her out like a spit, causing her to fall on her back. "I haven't even introduced myself and you're already trying to punch me." She scoffed while getting back in a defensive possition, which camouflaged how puzzled she was at how to face a villain like that. "I mean you did kick me in the face first, so I owe you that." What only seemed like a painfully artificial laugh on it's behalf soon turned into silence before another hole opened in the gap between them. The white creature's arm popped out of it in an attempt to punch her, which she rapidly dodged catching it's wrist with a web to jump into the hole and meet it right in the beginning of the new one, finally being able to strike an offensive. She rapidly jumped back to the projector. "Ouch. I take it you're the Spider-Girl, Spider-Woman.. Spider-Whatever of your dimension." She nodded in a grin taking pride in the recognition of her image, but soon enough as she tried to take a step forward, she fell into another hole which only took her to another freefall that she saved herself from by swinging on a light post and immediately jumping onto the roof of a smaller building. As she launched a web into the hole it was jumping in, she was able to latch onto it's back and pull the creature out of it and by consequence, on top of her. Continuing to make attempts to catch the entity, which ended in her hardly being able to punch it a few times, she threw a web into one of the hollow dark gaps opened by the creature, soon ending up hitting her on the head instead as it opened it's continuation in front of her, sending her down to the ground violently. "Listen, I know it's your job to save the city and all that, but if you make this easier for us I will trully get rolling from this dimension as soon as you let me. Trust me I have no intentions of staying... here." The creature hopped onto another hole and continued to form a staircase of the anomalies towards one of the big windows on the skyscraper next to them.

"Why would it go there?" She mumbled to herself as she thought of a way to filter herself in. Soon enough, it was giveaway thanks to the giant Alchemax sign which projected itself in a giant hologram; dimensional warping, dimensions, Alchemax. Whatever that mysterious figure was up to couldn't be no good. She squirmed, releasing herself from her own webs before securing a strong grip of webs against the windows of the skyscraper. She jumped, propelled by all the strength she could give to her legs. She possitioned herself to be ready to kick the thick glass into shattering, which resulted in a painful fall, rolling in the cold ground of the office. The tumult caused by the spotted being's unconventional entrance seemed to only become graver as it moved closer to the collider. Spider-Woman slided on tables and webbed herself to any surface that could help her move faster, but her attempts of catching the figure were quite useless, as it seemed to flawlessly master the use of it's holes to move around the space and dodge her webs. A sudden noise that could only be described as the distortion of the sound field itched her to look back through the corner of her eye, only to divise the formation of another hole of dazzling warm colors which distorted the ones around it. Both her and the spotted being had interrupted their battle to observe the phenomenon, which she could only hope was just as unexpected to the creature as it was was to her.

From inside of it jumped a dark silhouette which ejected neon ropes that seemed to play a role similar to her webs, attempting to reach the hole where the creature was in to catch it. "Careful with that-" She witnessed the new guy commit the exact same mistake as she did, meeting the same painful fate of a sudden and unexpected strike in the head. Her face contorted into a painful frown, as she ran towards them. The spotted entity soon warped another hole into the office next to them, locking itself within it by activating a large veil of hologramic particles that prevented their entrance. Ridding itself from all the scientists inside it using it's holes, she made unsuccessful attempts of breaking the barrier, with the help of the guy who had just jumped out of what she supposed was another interdimensional hole.  "Look, I know this is a bad time to introduce eachother, but I have no idea who you are or why you came out of that hole, and maybe you know why we're fighting this-" Her beginning of a sentence was abruptly interrupted by the man beside her, masked by a suit quite similar to her's. "The Spot, he's getting away!" Spider-Woman only gathered from that rude cut-off that whatever that white entity was, his name was Spot, and by the vicious nature of the strikes the mysterious guy was uselessly giving to the hologram curtain, she assumed the initiation of the collider, which was an extreme liability to her city, was also risking wherever he came from. 

The collider had been used before, but was still in a testing field, and was of extreme danger especially if used by potential villains, but that's just stating the obvious. Now clearly to these guys there was no need of a collider to move around through dimensions, at least for the mysterious one with the neon webs. Spot seemed to have the capacity of creating gaps in the dimension he's in to move around where he pleased, but he seemed to need a collider to move accross them, probably indicating that he was not from her's. The other guy however seemed to be able to do this without the need of a giant collider. People from her universe had been trying to grasp the concept of interdimensional travelling for about ten years, and as far as she knew, it was plausible and possibly confirmed that there existed other Brooklyns with other Spider-Women in charge of saving the city simultaneous to her timeline, however it was hard to grasp that they could be male, or could jump into her dimension unanounced.

The Spider-Man sat defeated on the floor before an audible groan of rage, punching into the floor. Spider-Woman walked into the once locked office where Spot activated the collider, the sequence had carried out effectively and without major harm, while it did impact the surroundings, the building seemed to be safe. She turned to see the mysterious Spider-Man looking guy kneeled on the floor, and walked towards him to check on him and make a new attempt at introducing herself. "Hey, can we try that again? This jumping out of interdimensional holes is kind of new to me.." She looked down at him, her hands resting her on her waist. He stood up and the gadget on his arm displayed a hologram. "LYLA, scan the damage." The AI performed a sequence of sounds before replying; "Just some collateral damages on the building, canon remains intact." The man sighed before putting down his arm, the AI disappearing into the watch.

"My name is Miguel O'hara, I am Spider-Man, from another dimension..." She scratched the back of her neck before pointing at him, who was about to start explaining to her the concept of other dimensions before being interrupted by her. "Yeah, I gathered that. How did you even...? You know..." Her hands attempted to gesture how he jumped out of a strange gap in space and time like it was nothing. "Here we need that collider over there to do that." He was not paying much attention to her, but rather invested in scanning and reading data off his watch's yellow projections of a hologram. "It's complicated. Listen, that man who just activated your collider is a threat to time and space and all it's dimensions, including yours and mine." As he spoke, the gizmo on his wrist re-opened the portal from which he had come out of earlier. He began walking on it's direction, turning to toss her a gadget like his. "There's a lot to explain, we'll talk on the way."

*The hole in the sky symbolizes the end of times.

[geekedoutbunny]

s-stargazing..with hime,gerard, and askin..like usual a hcs. im desperate after the yandere hcs (im still on yandere gerard hcs tho)

im always going to be desperate

Gerard\Orihime\Askin - Stargazing

Oooooo! Stargazing, that sounds really pretty!! Okay then, I'll do my best. THANK YOU!!! For the request, I'll be sure to try and do justice for this!!! Hopefully, it's to your liking!!

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Gerard

You and Gerard walked toward the flowery hill that you both made flower crowns on together so long ago, the stars were out and shining, and you ran ahead, excited to watch the stars, your eyes were trained on the sky, eyes gleaming at the beauty of it all. Gerard walked behind you, watching you run toward the peak of the hill.

You were cleaning dishes from dinner earlier when you just happened to look out the window and you saw all the gleaming stars, you instantly knew what you wanted to do once you were done. Gerard's never been stargazing before, he never thought to just admire the stars before, he was always either asleep or fighting. They've never changed in over hundreds of years, and they always come back, so he never thought to admire them.

You stopped at the peak of the hill, a large smile adorning your face as you gazed at the stars, their twinkling lights waving down at you, happy to have your company. Gerard walked slowly up the hill, watching you stand on the peak of the hill, your silhouette seemed beautiful amongst the stars.

You turned toward him and you flagged him down. "COME ON, GARD!!!" You excitedly yelled as you waved your arms. He smiled at the sight of you, happy that you were happy on this peaceful night. He eventually made it to the top of the hill, and he stood next to you admiring the stars with you.

The stars have been around for millennia, the history that they've seen is infinite, and the stories they would tell if they could. If only stars could talk, but until then, you could just imagine everything that they've seen, from negative to positive. From evil to good. "Aren't they just beautiful?" You said in a soft voice.

Gerard looked over toward you, your face was beautifully lit up from the moon's soft glow, your features seemingly even more beautiful. He smiled tenderly at you before he looked back at the stars. "Yes, they are, (Y/n)." He gently agreed with you.

You smiled sweetly before you leaned against his arm, he then leaned back into you, and together you both silently watched the internal stars together.

Orihime

Orihime was excitedly packing up a snack for the both of you, yesterday you both made a plan to go on a date, and you both decide on stargazing. It was peaceful and quiet tonight, and there haven't been any hollow attacks in a while, so why not?

She had just finished packing when you came happily bouncing into the kitchen. A happy smile upon your face as you did. "Are you finished packing yet, Hime?" You asked her, she zipped up the bag and then she looked at you and smile. "Yup!! Just finished!!" She happily said, you sprang into action and you ran towards the front door. "COME ON THEN, LETS GO BEFORE THE STARS LEAVE!!!" You said.

She chuckled at you before she followed you out the door, you both walked through the streets of your town, heading to the tallest building in the area, in the back, there was a ladder and you both climbed it, throwing the bag the rest of the way up, you happily rand toward the edge, a fence was blocking the edge, but you could still see the stars so you didn't care.

You leaned against the fence, your eyes eagerly staring at the twinkling mysteries in the sky, they seemed to dance in joy at your arrival and you smiled. Orihime walked up next to you, and she stood next to you, gently holding onto the fence, you both stood there silently, before you both laced hands together, your promise rings gleaming in the moonlight's soft glow.

"It's a beautiful night." She softly said, you gave a soft smile at her words and agreed with her. "It truly is, Hime." You said. Together you both watched the twinkling lights, watching the world below them, adding this to another one of their ancient memories.

Askin

You both laying in bed, cuddled up with one another, Askin held you from behind, his face buried into your hair, he wasn't asleep, but he was relaxed, you were looking at the sky through the window. The stars shined beautifully, as if they could see you, they twinkled a gentle greeting, making you smile.

"The sky is beautiful, Askin." You softly said, your hand interlaced with his that was wrapped around you, your wedding rings gleaming from the moon's soft glow. You would go out and watch the stars, but you were both lazy, and the window was just as good, plus you could be in bed and the privacy of your own home.

Askin grunted softly at your words, not really caring to look at the stars, he just wanted to hold you in his arms, never wanting to actually let you go, he peeked up from your hair, and looked at the stars. He didn't see anything special about them. They've been there for hundreds of years, doing what they've always done.

You smiled, knowing that he was looking at the stars from the shift you felt. "They twinkle like your eyes." He suddenly said, your eyes widen at his words and you turned to look at him, he gave you a tender look, the love he felt was overflowing, but he didn't know how to express it. You could see the stars reflecting off in his eyes, making them seem more celestial-like, reminding you what he was.

You smiled at him and then laid back down, snuggling closer to him as he held you tighter. He had no heartbeat and his body was barely warm, but he held you with as much love as he could understand, and that was enough for you.

The stars watched on with twinkling glee, shining ever brighter for the two star-crossed lovers, it wasn't common for they got to witness such a thing, so they twinkled even brighter for the newlyweds. Almost as if they were congratulating them.

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[pepprs]

dont worry abt responding to my messages!! they can be little trinkets for u to keep forever if u wanna :)))

dear anon… how could i not respond to THESE!!!!!!!!!! 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 you are the sweetest kindest most WONDERFUL soul. it is an honor to receive these beautiful letters and i hope you know how much i cherish each and every one. not just the words but the adventures you take me on and write up for the two of us!!! and the beauty and magic you help me to see in the world around me and the peace and love and love and love you conjure for me in moments when i cant find it or feel it so easy!!!! like idk i know i have no idea who you are outside of being dear anon and i only answer asks once in a blue moon but it truly means the world to me. TRULY.

your writing feels like all the best things, all the things i love most. like leaf piles in the fall and the pikmin bloom soundtrack (btw if you dont play that already i HIGHLY recommend it to you specifically, i think u would really like it and tbh you sending me these letters has the same vibe as my pikmin bringing me postcards from their adventures :"~DDDD!!! if you ever do join it please lmk i would LOVE to be friends and send you postcards and do adventures together!!!!) and frosting on cupcakes and twinkly dust motes in the sunlight and cumulus clouds and dogwood flowers and the way things made of glass refract rainbows and SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT. and even that isnt cutting it. how magical it all is. like i wish i wasnt so exhausted so i could express it better but it truly is so... idk. NOSTALGIC! COZY! HOME!!!!!

so... in order to try to articulate it (and also show my thanks / return the favor / etc.), i am sending this letter along with a care package knitted with word and song and magic and light. enclosed please find:

wind chimes that sing like the sun hitting the lake (also i REALLY want to get a butterfly hair clip!!! i cant wear hair clips or anything else fancy in my hair bc of my mask headbands but id love to have one in case im ever able to wear it in the future 🥹)

a heart-shaped pebble from brighton, to add to your collection (btw i LOVE the part about how you lost them a long time ago but you love them so you remember what they look like. WAUGH. gut punch GUT PUNCH IN THE BEST WAY!!!!)

a mug for hot chocolate, so we can share some together when it gets cold again -- decorated with hand-painted stars in all colors!

a tiny needle to knit your sundust satchels -- like the kind youd find in pixie hollow or the tale of desperaux or something (also both things that have dear anon vibes to me and are also DEEPLY nostalgic for me!)

a recipe for starfait, with illustrations!! (also i LOVE that idea for a replacement for "tesscore"!! but i may end up using that for my personal tag on my undertale / deltarune blog instead bc its so perfect (and also im HONORED that u associate that with me 😭😭😭😭))

a crown and wand for you to wear to match the fairy queen mouse while you write the same kind of magic and comfort she brings!

a packet of magical flower seeds that sprout the most whimsical sweet-smelling flowers, with petals that are soft to the touch!

a hand-woven scarf in your favorite color threaded with shiny silver strands, like comets streaming through the sky (also i am SO late to say this but UNO REVERSE CARD re: your new years wish to me which is genuinely making me lumpthroated and teary eyed reading it again in AUGUST. you are the sweetest EVER. and also ive never played journey before but ive been interested in it for years!!! i'll have to check it out and/or watch a playthrough!)

a hummingbird sculpture on a long stick for you to plant in your garden among the flowers, to sing to them and to you! (also RE: your question about your vocal range -- it just means that you can cover a little over two octaves (the number after the letter is the octave it's in, and each octave is a span of c-d-e-f-g-a-b-c -- so your range starts at about halfway through the third octave and goes to halfway through the fifth!) i think your range is about the same as mine iirc so we can hum along with the hummingbird and all three follow each other's notes :"~D <3)

a golden acorn on a thread for you to wear as a necklace when we go to the bird tea party! (by the way, have you ever read the book ""until the last acorn "when the last acorn is found?" it's a BEAUTIFUL book and it made me cry reading it! i think you and the acorn people would get along very, very well!!)

a lantern made of jelly moonlight and silver foil stars (see: ilomilo chapter 4 :"~D) for you to carry on your walks through the dim nights (you can hang the stars in the sky, and they'll brighten the world and light at your touch!)

a copy of one of my favorite books of all time, "the ten thousand doors of january," which is so much about wedging cracks open into other worlds, and something i think you might like very much / resonate with too!!

a big, big hug.

dear anon: THANK YOU. for all these words and for being you. i dont know how i got so lucky to have you sending me these little trinkets but i will most CERTAINLY keep them forever. i hope you experience all the peace and love and love and love to infinity. may you always know and shine with the light you bring and the light you are.

[lordrandreaming]

73 hours, 159 level ups. I beat Elden Ring.

I bit the bullet, after fighting Dragonlord and defeating him, i then went on to first try all the final bosses of this masterpiece.

First of my Endgame tour, was Dragonlord. What a PAIN in the Ass to fight. Took me three tries. Of course, being a FromSoft game, Elden Ring's optional fights are the hardest. Malenia and Placidusax are no exeptions. But, at least, Malenia doesn't fucking teleport around. Sure, she's hard. But.. Placidusax is just terrible. One day, im going to get all the Sorceries/Incantations for the trophy, and when i do.. I'll be one overleved sorcerer. But as for Daedra, FUCK NO! He's not going to go against Placi for a VERY long time, if ever again. Hated this boss. If you do this boss, be a VERY high level. I was 152. Recommending being 160 and higher with ALOT of vigor.

Second.. Maliketh. My fucking FAVORITE fight in this whole game.. First tried. Best music, my all time favorite boss and character. He's what really got me wanting Elden Ring, so to beat him first try was.. Unbelievable to me. I thought he was an optional Endgame boss.. Like Farum Azula was optional to go to. But NOPE get FUCKED emotions. I love him so much.. Plus, I completed Gurranq's quest before doing Mali, so i got the special dialogue i wanted. :) Fav boss 10/10 will always look forward to fighting him.

Third, Gideon. I destined deathed his ass.. First try. He didn't even hit me- I sure showed him! Becoming Elden Lord and all. So sad that he chooses to fight against us as he doesn't believe a Tarnished could even be Elden Lord. Shame, he woulda been a good advisor for us.

Fourth, Godfrey. Annoying second phase, but overall a pretty fun fight. First try. Poor Serosh.. Godfrey is such a good guy though. Commending us for our strength and how a crown befits it.. Aww thanks man. Basically the first boss to be like 'WOW man. Your strong. Go for it.' Chivalry's not dead!

Fifth.. Radagon/Elden Beast. My gods.. Where do i begin? Radagon is an asskicker, that's for sure.. Poor fucking guy. First try. Kicked me and my Mimic Tear's asses like were nothing! I so wish we could do something for him, other than just killing him. I won't get into his lore and so fourth, but he was probably a pretty good guy, not motivated politically like Marika, kinda almost opposite of her. He was everything Marika didn't want to be. And i wish we could help Rennala too.. Fought the good fight, but in the end it just wasn't enough Rada 💔

Elden Beast, what a beautiful boss theme omfg.. Only had 5 flasks when i started with 12 on Radagon. Annoying because it can just go under the water.. But not as awful as Dragonlord. A good Final Boss, since its a 2-for-1 kinda deal. Drained me of all my crimson, but i still bested it.

The ending i got? I got the Duskborn Ending. And.. I got chills. I fucking love this game, and am crying. Just watching death be restored to the Land's Between.. People can finally just die again, things will never be the same though. Just Daedra, sitting on that throne, watching.. It felt profound, yet oddly comforting. I didn't get the same feeling i did after DS3, because after DS3 i felt a little... Hollow. Haha! Get it? Anyway.. I instantly hopped into NG+ as i got addicted to DS3.

With Elden Ring though, it was rather accomplishing. I think i forgot a Talisman for the legendary Talisman trophy, but seeing the Erdtree and Roundtable hold on fire.. It felt so empty. So. Entered Ng+ like a madman, and now I'm going to do it all over again! Yknow.. Except for Dragonlord (ESPECIALLY Dragonlord.), Fortissax, and Malenia. I don't even need to explain.. Lol

But then again, I ran through all DS3 bosses way after i capped NG+7. And i mean.. All of them. Even the DLC bosses. I found it fun to fight Midir in NG+7. Gael not so much, but you know :) Souls player's love doing crazy shit.

My plans are so- I either stay in NG+ as Dae, get/wait to get Age of Stars ending, or i move on and do as i did in DS3 and NG+7 the game before the DLC comes out. Or.. OR I take Tennren, my Sorcerer Build and do the Age of Order ending. THEN do the DLC with him, before diving in with Daedra. But I'll probably have Daedra go through the DLC first, because :)

The EldenSoulsBorne series is just a magnificent series, renound for it's twisting and turning lore, incredible stories to be uncovered and pondered- the punishing difficulty, staggering new player's, causing them to just drop the game, never to return. It happens with all the Souls games, if you don't know what your doing.

But these games, once you learn one, you will find it a breeze to go through all the other ones. I learned DS3 after about.. A whole three months of playing it, i think? It came out April, in 2016.. I bought it then. But took like.. A week break, because it was just so hard.

But the journey.. It was incredible. I'm so utterly blown away by all the stories Souls has to offer. All stories are beautiful, yet similar. So different, but are almost the same.. It's something I've never encountered before. EldenSoulsBorne will always habe place as #1 in my heart, because it just.. Speaks to me.

As I've said, I've completed DS3, Bloodborne, Dark Souls 1, and now Elden Ring. DS2 is on its way to being completed.. I'm a fairly decent level and don't exactly expect too much trouble with the DLC's and endgame. But man..

Elden Ring hits different. All Souls have that unique hit on you, actually.. No Souls game will punch you in the heart and dick the exact same way.. I will always cherish these games, and the impact they made on my life.

If you haven't played one of the aforementioned games, i suggest, that if you are ever so eager, to start with Dark Souls 3. It's among the easier side of Souls games, but its still plenty challenging. These games prove difficult at first, but they are oh so rewarding when you learn them.

Thanks for reading.

[wilhelmsplaidscarf]

I posted 30 times in 2022

That's 30 more posts than 2021!

13 posts created (43%)

17 posts reblogged (57%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@levok

@tooindecisivetopickaurl

@hillerskaroyals

@royalsomar

@omar-rudeberg

I tagged 26 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#young royals - 14 posts

#wilhem x simon - 4 posts

#young royals season 2 - 4 posts

#young royals analysis - 4 posts

#young royals s2 - 2 posts

#skam - 2 posts

#august - 2 posts

#young royals spoilers - 2 posts

#i love this film sm - 1 post

#as a brit im worried bro - 1 post

Longest Tag: 71 characters

#they are a very gentle soul with a boat load of experience and kindness

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I need to see more of Boris the socialist icon in the new fics

16 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

I’m so excited for S2 it’s unbelievable!! The bingo will be a fun thing to do whilst watching it!!

17 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#3

YR-The Confrontation Scene

Confrontation Scene YR

I just wanted to come on here after re-watching the last episode and talk about the confrontation scene. Wilhelm has just found out that it was August who leaked the video and goes straight to the gym to confront him. 

‘I trusted you’ August keeps up the front even though he knows why Wilhelm is there looking at him with a stony face. He has nothing to offer to Wilhelm other than ‘förlåt’. Wilhelm realises this and knows that this is the end of whatever friendship they had. 

The use of having them in two separate frames could be used to show that they are completely on different pages to each other. Erik died and he was pretty much the only thing that kept them together. When they are in the frame together, they are very far apart; again showing that they are two worlds apart from each other. 

Wilhelm is proving that actually he will be a great King because when he uses his power, which he rarely does, it will cut deeper. ‘Do you think Wilhelm will be a good king?’ 

August had the question that he asked Vincent answered but not in the way he was expecting. 

August doesn’t look Wilhelm in the eyes once when Wilhelm is shouting at him. He looks like a broken, hollowed shell of a person. Completely broken. I think that this must be because he knows he has messed up big time. August only meets Wilhelm’s eye when he says that August is no longer a part of the family. Is it possible for August to look even more broken and hurt? Yes. Wilhelm knows there is nothing else to say. This is the worst thing that could happen for August because he is very fixed with the titles and keeping the nobility of the upper class. He was clinging onto Årnäs and was struggling financially to keep his name. To be ‘no longer a part of this family’ would result in him being excluded from Wilhelm, the Crown’s, life. 

I am really intrigued to see what Season 2 will hold for the characters! Feel free to say your opinions, I am interested to see what other people think! :)

30 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

#2

Me when the trailer is released let alone the actual season

33 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

August: Realization and Revenge

I am totally obsessed with Young Royals and have been since I first watched it around mid July. I love being a part of this fandom; everyone contributes amazing content from beautiful fanfics to perspective-changing analysis. I wanted to contribute with a little bit of August analysis.

I could analyse every Young Royals scene if I could but today, I will talk about a scene that I haven’t seen anyone discuss yet (@ them if they have!)

I would like to give some credit to @starsabovetheunderground , @grizviser and @purplehoodiesimon who have done some amazing pieces of analysis that inspired me to do this.

SPOILER WARNING !!

August. Such a wonderfully complex character and there are so many moments where we can see on his face exactly what he is thinking internally. Malte Gårdinger played this conflicted character so well I felt a surge of anger every time he reappeared on screen. Whilst he is the main ‘villain’, he did a lot of bad things but is not necessarily a bad person.

Erik is dead. Wilhelm has not only lost his brother and role-model but as a result of this tragedy he is now Kronprinsen. There now is an Erik sized hole in Wilhelm’s life. 

I think that August’s first mistake is immediately offering Wilhelm Erik’s seat in The Society. Wilhelm already had to adjust to replacing Erik in every way in the public eye and I don’t think it helped when August gave him the seat that was previously Erik’s in private. Despite this however, I don’t believe that August meant any harm by doing this. In his mind it would be an honour both for August and Wilhelm for the new Kronprins to be a part of such an elite ‘club’.

They have a good time and it seems that Wilhelm forgets about his turbulent and upside-down life for a few hours. However, when outside with August (peeing) he starts to realise how much of a train wreck his life is. 

When people are drunk and/or high they tend to speak their inner thoughts more and don’t think about their actions. Wilhelm is quite clearly very drunk and high, in contrast to August who seems pretty sober, and is very vocal to August. Wilhelm is very vulnerable in this scene and August catches onto that. 

If you think back to episode 1 when Erik, Wilhelm and August are in the church talking about Felice we hear (and see on the subtitles)  August say ‘the trick is to lay the foundation whilst they’re too insecure to object’. Basically saying, achieve what you want when said person is at a weak point. August can see at this small moment in time, he is the closest person to the grieving, vulnerable future King. There is a small gleam in his eyes as he realises. He jokes about swapping places with Wilhelm but knows it will never happen. However, he could become the next closest thing.

Royal Advisors have always been a key part of the monarchy throughout history no matter which country. I believe that in this split second, August realised that he could become the closest person to Wilhelm and in turn be his Royal Advisor (if not that, someone similar). Think about it, it’s perfect. The Queen knew that he was close to Erik and Erik trusted him ‘like a brother’. August has been brought up by Royalty, he is related to The Crown after all he is second cousin to Kronprinsen. The Queen knew that August has the principles of the top part of the upper class and so he would be perfect to advise Wilhelm, who was very unstable and didn’t really want to be King. To top this off, August receives the call from the Queen to ‘look after Wilhelm’. He takes this role on but perhaps goes too far. 

All August has to do is build up the trust and form a strong friendship with Wilhelm. This can secure him a place as a close friend to Wilhelm throughout his life as Kronprinsen and eventually his reign as King of Sweden.

I have read a few theories saying that August was going to use the video for joking with Wilhelm. For example, when thinking back to episode 2, the whole ‘Wille on the table’ scenario. I think that is quite a good idea. I don’t think he had any malicious intentions when he first started recording. However, things turn sour when he realises who Wilhelm is with. Simon. They have had lots of clashes and August’s face turns. Realisation. He murmurs ‘Kronprinsen’. This is no longer a funny, jokey video. He realises just how much power he now has over not only Kronprinsen Wilhelm but also Simon. This is going to be perfect revenge. 

I will do a shorter part 2 to delve deeper into the revenge part!

If you have gotten this far, thank you for reading this essay (it is rather long!) :)

51 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

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[weirdfishy]

oh shit ferdie is also in this!!! i screamed i wasn’t expecting him but!! there he is!!! im watching the hollow crown btw, first ep

oh fuck he got beheaded

[elvesofnoldor]

diversity wins! the poisonous light that’s been killing and possessing the minds of thousands from the land of dreams and the dead is a woman and also maybe the sun! 

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Throw me against a wall and DEVOUR ME sir please

[variousqueerthings]

When the Royal Shakespeare Company cast Arthur Hughes in 2022, the headline in the Guardian was “‘There’s a truth to it’: RSC Casts Disabled Actor as Richard III.” The motive behind the cripping of Richard III in recent years, however, is not simply that a disabled actor can connect with and portray Shakespeare’s disabled king better than an able-bodied actor. If we see this attitude as the aesthetic motivation behind the cripping of Richard, the political motivation has exerted more force: A disabled actor playing Richard III exemplifies the recent push for fair hiring practices in the English-speaking world.

[nightfallsonmanhattan96]

[kuroovore]

mine (for right now)

nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 1.5 k

pairing: atsumu miya x fem!reader

content warnings: implied poly!hq?? or y/n just gets around and they all agree to share.. it’s one of the two, locker room sex, exhibition kink, oral m!receiving, face fucking, fingering, finger sucking, and they get walked in on at the end. an itty bitty tiny bit of iwa x reader at the end too :)

notes: i just randomly had this idea and started typing so fast.. this is officially my favorite thing i’ve written so far

you try and keep up with atsumu as he practically drags you into the nearest locker room. you had come to watch him practice, and you noticed that he wasn’t as focused, his eyes continuously coming back to you whenever they could.

right after practice had ended, he quickly made his way over to you and grabbed your wrist, leading you to were you are now, his teammates and everything else left behind.

once the two of you reach the locker room, he shuts the door and turns the lock, leading you over to one of the benches that was set up in front of the lockers. he sits down and guides you between his legs, looking up at you while holding your hands.

"i really need you to help me out baby. i was thinking of you all practice."

you kneel down and front of him and palm the growing tent in his shorts. atsumu bites his lip as you feel him through his shorts, his cock growing harder and harder.

you grab the elastic of his shorts and pull them down along with his underwear, his cock springing up and hitting his lower abdomen. you reach out and grab it in your hands, running your thumb along his slit that was leaking precum. you remove your hand and put your thumb in your mouth, looking up at atsumu as he groaned impatiently.

you wrap both of your hands around his cock and spit on the tip before licking from the base of his shaft to his tip before taking him in your mouth.

"ahh" atsumu moaned.

you bob your head up and down, using your hands for what you couldn't fit in your mouth. atsumu's hands find your hair, using his fist as a makeshift ponytail. one hand moves to the crown of your head and he slowly pushes your mouth farther down on his cock, your hands moving to grip his thighs as he bottoms out in your mouth.

"look at me, pretty girl."

you do as he says and stare up at him with tear-filled eyes as his cock sits in your mouth, touching the back of your throat.

"that's it." he says moving his hand to stroke your cheek.

you start to bob your head again as atsumu lets out breathy moans and curses here and there. he gives you words of encouragement in between moans and when he accidentally thrusts into your mouth.

"fuck, baby im gonna cum. you gonna swallow it for me?"

you try and nod and he chuckles before leaning back against the lockers, his hand running through his hair as he approaches his high. his fist tightens around your hair as he throws his head back having it rest against one the lockers.

you feel his twitch in your mouth, so you hollow your cheeks helping him reach his high.

"ahh, fuck baby, just like that, fuckk."

he lightly starts to fuck your mouth, not being able to hold back anymore, and shoots his load down your throat, letting out the most lewd sounds as you slightly overstimulate him, sucking on his tip, making sure to get every last drop.

you start to stand up in front of him at the same time he starts to get up, but he grabs your waist and turns the both of you around, your back hitting the lockers and one of atsumu's hands moving to the side of your head, trapping you.

"wanna fuck you. you just look so cute today, i can't hold back."

you stare up at him with wide eyes, worried that maybe someone could walk in on the two of you, but you then remember atsumu had locked the door when the two of you came in. you grab his wrist and guide it to where you need him most, flipping up the bottom of your skirt to put his hand underneath.

"no panties? god, you wanted this didn't you? you wanted one of us to bring you in here and fuck you, huh? im just glad it was me this time. i can never get enough of you." he says gliding his pointer and middle finger up and down your slit.

he lightly thrusts his fingers into you, curling them every now and again attempt to stretch you out. you whine, leaning forward and tucking your face away in his neck.

"you're always so fucking tight for me baby. you'd think after all these times and after everyone else it wouldn't be so bad... guess you just fucking love my cock, huh?"

you slowly nod into his neck as he chuckles, leaning back from you and slipping his fingers out of you before placing them in your mouth. you mimic your earlier actions around his fingers, atsumu biting his lip as he stares down at you.

he slips his fingers out of your mouth and leans down, gripping the back of your thighs and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. you lock your ankles and rest them against his back as he reaches down, giving his cock a few strokes before placing his tip at your entrance.

"tsumu, please."

"anything for you."

he slowly enters you, your hands moving to his shoulders as you throw your head back against the lockers, moaning out his name. you bite your lip at the stretch of his thick cock and try to sink down lower onto him, eager to have him fully inside of you.

once he bottoms out, his grip on your thighs tighten before he suddenly starts to rapidly thrust into you. you mouth forms an 'o' shape at the sudden quick movements and the indescribable feeling of his cock sliding against your walls.

he lets out groans and curses as he pushes you a little harder into the lockers, closing off any space that was between the two of you. high pitched moans continuously leave your mouth as he slams into you, before atsumu lets go of one of your thighs moving his hand to cover your mouth.

"quiet baby, we don't want anyone to know what you're doing in here with me."

you moved one hand from his shoulder and close it around his wrist, your moans still loud against his hand.

"actually, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you? you want all the other boys to know your in here getting fucked by me, don't you? you wanna make them wish it was them? fuck, i know i do. let them all know how good i make you feel, let them know i fuck this pussy better than they do. you're all mine."

he moves his hand down from your mouth and lightly wraps it around your throat, moans and whines of his name constantly leaving your mouth.

"tsumu i'm s-so close"

"yea? cum for me, pretty baby."

with a few more thrusts, you came, clenching around atsumu's cock as he pressed his lips against yours, moaning into your mouth as he twitched inside of you.

"f-fuck." he whispered against your lips as he came inside of you, his hips coming to a stop before sliding out of you, only to slide right back in, pushing his cum deeper inside of you.

"fucking hell, i wanted to fuck her in here first."

you jump and let out a gasp at the sudden voice, and look over to see iwaizumi rolling his eyes.

"so this is where the two of you have been. i'll be honest, i wish we had all walked in sooner." said bokuto, stepping out from behind iwaizumi to go and put his things in his locker, with what sounded like numerous hums of agreement. and to your surprise, about half of you guys's other friends who had been practicing with atsumu were standing there too; kuroo giving you a particularly long up-and-down glance as atsumu placed you back down on the ground.

"make sure you lock the second door next time, dumbass." osamu stated while walking over and patting atsumu's shoulder.

atsumu kissed the top of your head before going over and putting his things away like all the other boys. you went and fixed your appearance in one of the mirrors while the boys finished packing up and started to head out.

you felt someone's gaze on your back as you looked into the mirror, and you turned around to see iwaizumi leaning against the wall with his bag across his shoulder and his arms crossed as he watched you with curious eyes.

you make your way over to him and put one small hand on his torso and the other on his bicep as his hands slipped around your waist. you look up at him with big eyes and stand on your toes, hovering your lips by his ear.

"it'll be you next time, iwa."

[sukirichi]

Okay but going off that infertility trophy wife anon, what would Naoya do if his wife was crying over not being able to bear his child and suggests he has concubines? Would he be Iike okay bitch, or would he get mad and be like no you’re my wife. PLEASE SUGAR COAT IT IT YOU NEED TO IM DEEP IN MY ANGST AND NEED COMFORT

# soft hours with naoya

# tw. infertility

# part of the trophy wife collection

Although you do a great job at pretending you’re not the least bit affected by the news, Naoya’s known and married you long enough to understand the unspoken emotions behind your silence. He isn’t stupid – he notices how you prefer to spend more time with yourself, emptily staring at the gardens through the balcony, slipping away from his arms and dropping your smile the second the guests leave?

He’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t break seeing you like this.

It hurt even more to know you didn’t want to bother him; that the guilt of not being the wife he wanted weighed down on you until it crushed you. Naoya barely saw you smile. Your morning kisses felt empty, your touch cold and eyes lifeless. In bed when he slips in after a long day from work, your back is turned to him, and he would have to stay up all night as he watches your shoulders shake in silent cries. It ruins him, destroys his entire being that no matter how hard he reaches out, you would push his hand away and keep things to yourself.

Naoya doesn’t know how much more sleepless nights he can take. He hates seeing you this way, hates seeing that you don’t touch your food, hates that your smile is dull and your heart hollow. He doesn’t care anymore that he might be invading – Naoya wraps his arms around your waist before you could protest, his lips right at your shoulders and his warmth flushed with yours.

“You are perfect,” he whispers so tenderly, so quietly as if it’s a secret only you he trusted to keep. “I wouldn’t have you any other way, my love, I don’t need concubines or anything else. I love you the way you are. Nothing in this world could compare to you and I hope you know that.”

You stiffen under him. It’s so soft – your sobs – that he wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t close enough. But he hears it, hears the way your heart shatters into pieces, hears the way you choke back the words you’d been dying to say since forever.

“I’m sorry,” you cry, holding his hands that are placed on your stomach until your wedding rings bump together. “I just wanted a family with you, my love.”

“You are my family – you’re all I need.”

“You’re not mad?” you chuckle dryly, wiping the tears away that had stained that pretty face he chose to wake up to every waking moment of his life.

“Why would I?” he traces your arm to snake around him, long, slender fingers caressing the expanse of your skin. Naoya hasn’t held you in a long time that he’s a lot more touchy-feely than he would usually be. Neither of you mind, and you can already feel a smile tugging at your lips as your husband sways you side to side, his lips fluttering at the crown of your head. “As long as you’re here beside me, I would be the happiest man in the world.”

His touch, his presence, his words – everything kind about him that he shows only to you – makes you feel warm from deep within. You dance with him like that; silent, peaceful, calm, with hushed worries that no longer mattered as much as it used to. And he missed you like this, completely warm and safe in his arms, that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[starxshine]

that moment when you feel hoku wanting to thread with richard iii