#not too fond of this one but ill post it anyways

[cherry-dr0p]

12 Days Of Rayman ♡

Day 3: Rayman eating a gingerbread house

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Extra:

Context: Every day up until the 25th December, I will post a doodle of Rayman! These will all be drawn digitally, other than the cover. I just wanted an excuse to draw my boy honestly!

Stay tuned for Day 4 :3

[yoonieper]

His Majesty | KNJ

Come and serve your King.

・❥・ Pairing: King!Namjoon x Maid!Reader

・❥・ Genre: smut, angst, a tiny bit of fluff

・❥・ Rated: B for Bow 

・❥・ Warnings: cheating, oral (m+f receiving), clothes are ripped, bondage, spanking, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (this the past, but not you <3), joon’s a little too hot in this one, get your fans ready

・❥・ Word Count: 9.6k

・❥・ Summary: His majesty was always fond of you. Little glances here, longing touches there, it was obvious something was going on. When the Queen left the kingdom for a little while, it was finally time. He could finally have you the way he wanted. 

・❥・ Collab: This is part of @erotikkook Kingdom collab! My first collab piece, yay! Thank you so much Levi for finally giving me a reason to write this lol! Please check out the other stories as well! 

・❥・ Now Playing: Earned It by The Weeknd

・❥・ Beta: @xxxanimangxxx thank you so much for reading this so quickly 😭 

・❥・ Author’s Note: HA! I’m back already (hehehehe)~ This was meant to be posted for Joonie’s bday, but things happened… Anyway, fun fact, I got this idea when me and my sister were discussing frozen fanfiction, in particular a very snacky older Hans brother. I owe a lot of these ideas to my sister so shout out to her who helped me come up with this 😩✊🏽 I hope to post a less angsty Joon fic in the near future *hint hint wink wink something might be in the works* :,) Anyway enjoy this y’all ;)

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You never thought of yourself as nosy. You didn’t think your friends nor your family would disagree at this claim, you were honestly more known for being good at staying out of other’s business. However, your job at the palace seemed to challenge this standard you had for yourself. 

You would oftentimes find yourself in the room when important court officials would be having discussions, but you always tried to pay no mind to their words and carried on with your assigned duties. However, you were just a maid to most of these officials and it always seemed like they wouldn’t care if you were dusting a shelf right across the room. You weren’t nosy, but you were human after all. You had ears. 

You often enjoyed the palace gossip, never spreading it yourself necessarily, but you wouldn’t hesitate to take part in the chatter among the other palace staff that seemed to always spread like wildfire.  

Most court officials always made you feel invisible, you didn’t mind it that way honestly, but one managed to snake his way into your life and became a chapter you never would have pictured for your humble existence. 

“Are you sure that is the best idea?” A deep, booming voice reverberated throughout the empty throne room. You tried your best not to turn around. 

“Your majesty, if you must know I have just gotten word from my father detailing my mother’s illness. I think this is enough reason to leave the palace grounds despite what’s going on right now.” Her voice was firm like she wasn’t even asking.

“I understand. Just considering what everyone is saying at the moment, I am worried. How long are you requesting leave?” 

“I hope to return in one month’s time, but depending on my mother’s condition it might be longer.” You could feel his gaze even with your back turned to them both. He wanted you to listen.  

“That is fine by me, just be sure to inform me of your mother’s condition from time to time, send her my dearest regards.”

“Thank you, your majesty.” 

In your peripheral you saw her majesty get up and turn toward the entrance, but she stopped in her tracks and turned around to face him. 

“Your majesty, upon my return I feel it is best to listen to our people. We need an heir.” She spoke plainly, lacking complete emotion. This was just business.  

Silence filled the room for a little while. 

“I will see you in a month.” He too lacked that emotion one would expect from the weight of her statement. 

No more words were exchanged between the couple and soon you heard the door to the room close behind her majesty. 

Happenings at the palace have been quite tense lately. Security has been tighter than ever and the crowds outside the palace have grown more restless by the passing days. Only you know the true reason for the controversy surrounding the newly appointed King. 

It still felt like yesterday when the news of the death of the former King and Queen was spreading around the kingdom. Their son was of age to take the throne, so from a political standpoint the kingdom was secure, but with how sudden their death was, a lot of things needed to be rushed. 

You had recently started working at the palace when it was announced that the newly crowned King would be marrying the princess of Alreda, a neighboring kingdom you had heard the former King had been trying to make peace with. 

Everyone knew that the marriage was more of a political move than anything out of love, but because of his parents, everyone started with high hopes for the new couple. It was infamous across borders the story of the King and Queen of Kleier was a match that started off as nothing more than an arrangement that eventually blossomed into a fiery romance that seemed to spread over the kingdom.

Everyone had hopes for their son as well. 

King Namjoon though was nothing like his parents by far. His last few years of reign were nothing bad, but he was known around the kingdom as a cold, yet thorough, meticulous, and a questionable ruler. Gone was the same light the former King spread over the kingdom, instead was a husk of what was once a kingdom filled with life and love.

No one complained at first however considering the suddenness of the King and Queen’s death. It was like the entire kingdom was still grieving. 

There were some people however that were not as forgiving, demanding immediate perfection from the new King. Recently the topic everyone seemed to talk about was the fact that his majesty had been married to the Queen for 4 years and still had yet to produce an heir. 

It was tradition that the King and Queen were to consummate their marriage and that would bless the kingdom with good fortune while they ruled. It quickly spread around the kingdom that this ‘blessing’ never happened on their wedding night. That’s essentially what started the gossip. 

The fact that they had been married for so long and the Queen wasn’t even with child at the moment caused a bit of an uproar. Their voices grew louder as time passed and they took advantage of people’s grief about the former King and Queen and turned any small concerns they had into even more voices. 

The King and Queen had even been advised to stay inside the palace gates because of safety concerns.   

No one knew why the King had yet to spend the night with the Queen, no one knew why they hadn’t produced an heir yet, no one knew but you. 

As soon as the door closed, you heard footsteps approaching from behind.

They were slow, calculated, and you could feel his gaze piercing through the back of your skull. You could feel your skin starting to burn, but you never faltered in your task of cleaning the relics that lined the throne room. You never turned around, not even when you felt his sturdy chest against your back. 

“Did you hear that?” His voice was low and soft, not at all the same way he spoke with her majesty.

“I’ve been waiting for a time like this to come. I hope you have as well.” You felt shivers go down your spine, every word making you more eager for his touch than you thought possible. You felt his arm snake around your waist, before he pulled you even closer.

It was not out of lust but of longing, the pain of needing to put his role as the ruler of the kingdom first before his own selfish desires. The reason why the King had yet to spend the night with her majesty, was no reason as complicated as what the kingdom had spread. It was simply you. 

It had been the first time you had laid eyes on the King, it had merely been days after you started your job as a maid in the palace. The head maid had been ushering you to the tea room, when you saw him walk down the hallway.

The head maid urged you to make room and bow, but as you felt his presence sweep by, you had looked up curiously to see his majesty and you felt your heart nearly stop when your eyes met. Instead of the strong, powerful, gaze you expected all you saw was how tired he seemed and pain you didn’t quite understand until later. It was in that moment his eyes locked onto yours as he passed by, a moment that felt like an entirety but was really only a few seconds because he stopped right in his tracks to look at you. 

His entire party that followed closely behind, bumped into each other. Everyone was surprised at him suddenly coming to a halt. 

“Who is this?” He questioned the head maid. You had felt your blood run cold wondering if you had made a mistake already. 

“L/N Y/N your majesty, she’s a new maid I’m training.” The head maid had bowed deeper and her eyes remained trained to the ground. Immediately you senesed the terrible blunder you had made already. 

Namjoon’s gaze returned back to you for a second. Part of you expected him to order for you to be thrown in jail or maybe even sentenced to a vicious beheading, but instead his eyes only lingered for a second longer before he was continuing with his party.   

Some may have not expected this interaction to be much, but anytime you happened to work in the same room as his majesty you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being looked at. Every time you were proved right, he was always staring at you. 

It was one fateful day that basically started this predicament. You had been working one late  night and you happened to walk into a room his majesty was in. As soon as you pushed open the doors, you heard the sounds of pained sobs and pitiful whimpers, and that’s when his majesty sitting by the fireplace turned to you and your eyes met once again.  

You apologized and was about to leave but he stopped you and he told you to continue working. His voice was groggy and you only wondered how long he had been crying. While you tried to work in peace your concern for the King got the best of you and you finally had to ask what was troubling him.

This led to you taking a seat right beside him by the fireplace and you let him vent his frustrations out. He went on about how much he missed his parents, how much he did not want to get married to the princess from Alreada, all the overwhelming Kingly duties that had suddenly been sprung onto him, and pretty much everything that he had seemingly bottled up inside his troubled mind since he took the crown. 

You were there and despite you just being a maid, he let you listen to all his struggles almost as if he had just been waiting for someone to ask him that one question for months. 

Things after that changed between you two, what started as making eye contact longer than you knew you were meant to, almost as if to reminisce the memory of the night you shared, slowly grew longer and longer the closer to the day Namjoon was meant to get married. 

You both never said a word to each other, but it seemed as if you both knew exactly what you wanted the moment you looked into each other’s eyes.

You were confused and you sensed the conflict every time you met his gaze, but that didn’t stop the marriage. You sat in one of the furthest back pews in the church that day. You saw that same saddened look as the day you caught him crying alone as he said his “I dos” and his vow to love the princess. 

For a while whatever was happening between you two ceased completely. As much as your heart ached you knew he had a duty and he was put into a marriage he couldn’t escape. Now that his majesty had gotten married it was finally time to put an end to your foolish fantasy, there was no way you could have been together anyway. 

As the months turned into years, you tried your best to move on and focus on serving the King and Queen, but as rumors about their relationship started to spread around the palace, even escaping past the gates, you could not help but think about that night once more. 

The more rumors that spread the more you noticed the signs yourself. You would sometimes walk into them arguing, you saw how distant they were. They were hardly ever in the same room together, let alone a couple that had been married for some time. The more you noticed the more you also started to see the King’s gaze return to yours once more. 

It didn’t stop there. 

Anytime you were alone he would make sure to move closer to you and watch you work, he would talk to you sometimes and you both would be merry and laugh. Whatever moment you shared before he was married was not a dream like you had been convincing yourself over the years. It slapped you in the face one day when you found yourself in a similar position, alone with his majesty. 

It was late and the guards were right outside, but you both stood on the balcony facing the gardens as he held you in his arms. Nothing happened, but you could feel it, feel just how much he wanted you. 

As much as you wanted to push yourself away from his enchanting presence, he was a married man after all and you were merely a maid, but each time you found yourself alone with him, your skin burned and all you wanted was to have him closer. You needed him closer. 

As his majesty pulled away you only wished to pull him close again and have his way with you. 

What did he mean, what was in store for you?

You found out the very day her majesty boarded her carriage. All the palace staff had been called outside to wish her farewell. You hadn’t been too far from the King, and as her majesty stepped onto the carriage you noticed his gaze was always locked onto yours. 

You felt dirty, the Queen being right there ready to embark on a journey to visit her ill mother, yet all you were thinking about was what his majesty, what her husband was going to do to you. 

It was awful, yet at the same time after she left and everyone was heading inside, his majesty stayed behind with you and whispered something in your ear that made you forget about the questionable morality of the situation. 

“Cellar. 2 strikes on the clock. Don’t be late.” 

And you weren’t, while everyone slept you crept out of the maid’s quarters and down to the cellar where he said he would be. You could not be happier to see him waiting for you.

He was still wearing his royal robes, the blue fabric decorated intricately with lighter swirls along with his family crest sewn into the back and shoulders. He was still even wearing his crown. It was almost like he was waiting for you for a lot longer than you thought. 

You hardly had time to fully grasp he was in front of you before he was grabbing onto your arm, pushing you against the wall, cupping your cheeks, and kissing you like he had been holding back for so many years. 

The passion erupted as you clumsily raked your hands over his body, his crown falling off his head, clanking loudly on the ground, but that didn’t sway you both as he picked you up onto a table and hiked up your nightgown. It was quick, you both were conscious of the fact that someone could walk downstairs at any moment but the tension that’s been built over the years didn’t sway you. 

He took you right then and there and despite everything you couldn’t have been happier. 

You found yourself sneaking down to the cellar while most of the palace staff slept more often than not. It was almost as if it was all a dream, a dream both you and Namjoon knew you would have to wake up from sooner than later. The Queen was to return and for some reason you knew that whatever was going on between you and his majesty would have to end. 

Namjoon would finally have to fulfill his duty and give the kingdom an heir. He had a kingdom to take care of and you wouldn’t allow yourself to come in between that because of feelings. A beautiful kingdom going down for something as trivial as this? No, you wouldn’t do that to everyone. 

Instead you let yourself enjoy this time before her majesty returns, let everything end with happy memories before you needed to say goodbye.  

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You weren’t paying any mind to the world around you as you focused on polishing the fireplace. The head maid had always complained whenever she would see it, saying you would always do a lousy job. You were set on impressing her this time so you had been concentrating on all the gold and making sure the fireplace sparkled, you didn’t even notice the sound of the door closing and locking. 

You still didn’t really focus on it until you heard the sounds of slow, calculated footsteps walking toward you. It was at that moment you stopped working, feeling every part of yourself light ablaze just at the mere thought of being in the same room alone. 

As his footsteps drew closer you finally allowed yourself to turn around. You were delighted to see him giving you a warm, dimpled smile and you found it impossible not to smile back at him. He was glorious. 

His red robes were wrapped tightly around his frame making his physique hidden underneath almost on full display. Gold accents lined the fabric, along with the chain wrapped around his shoulders that connected the flowy cape dragging behind him. His crown sitting on top of his head sparkled brightly with the array of jewels that decorated it. The room was illuminated by the various colors, alluring rainbows covered the wall behind him making him appear quite heavenly. You couldn’t help but be enchanted by this one in particular, yet also resent it knowing knowing such a simple piece of headwear was the reason you could never be with him. 

“What are you doing?” his powerful, yet kind voice almost made your knees buckle. You turned back around to the fireplace. 

“Polishing your fireplace, your majesty—“ Your heart nearly stopped when you felt his arms wrap around your waist. 

“Is that so?” He sighed as he buried his head in your neck, enjoying the way you smelled like the flowers in his garden. 

“Yes sir, I was almost done if you wanted me to le–” Your voice was shaky. He was normally never so bold during the day. 

“Mmmm, I think you missed a spot.” You noticed the subtle way his words slurred together and the smell of wine on his breath. You suddenly remembered that he had lunch today with neighboring rulers. 

None of that mattered though, knowing now you had somehow missed a spot again despite your efforts. 

“I did your majesty?” You panicked. 

“Here…” He grabbed a hold of the hand that was holding the rag and slowly guided it to a higher spot on the fireplace. 

“Try going a little harder…” Namjoon said softly before stepping back a little. You did as he said, rubbing the metal a little harder but Namjoon was right behind you again and grabbing onto your hand. 

“Not too hard, just– yeah like that.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and helped you work the rag slowly in a circle. You felt your breath hick when his grip on your waist tightened.  

“Go in a circle like this and with just the right amount of pressure…” He let his words linger and you weren’t sure if it was from how close he was standing, his hand around yours, or the words that made your whole body tingle and you wished nothing more than for him to pull you close. 

He pulled your hand away from the metal and you were delighted to see it sparkle like the rest of the beautifully crafted fireplace. “Look at how pretty it shines.” He smiled, finally letting go of you entirely and made his way to sit on the ottoman that sat at the foot of his bed. 

You turned around and you shivered seeing the way he was looking at you. His gaze was dark and almost… hungry? 

You cleared your throat and bent down to grab a different rag, one that you would use to clean the wooden furniture the King had decorated the palace with over the years. 

You moved closer so you were standing right in front of him, he smirked at you as you got on your hands and knees.

“Sorry your highness, I was going to clean this next. Is that ok?” You looked up at him, an act normally that would get you thrown away, but one you knew the King loved when it came to you. He always told you how much he loved your eyes. 

He chuckled darkly and leaned forward so he was only inches away, you noticed his gaze drift down to your lips and back up at your eyes.

“Don’t let me stop you.” 

Everything, everywhere on your body burned, but you maintained a level head and got to work. You started working your rag along the beautiful wooden legs of the ottoman, making sure to do it just like the King had instructed you earlier, all while maintaining eye contact.

You didn’t exactly know what the aim of this game was, but you wanted him just as hot as you were. 

After thoroughly going over the legs you slowly rubbed the cloth along the wood lining underneath the red cushion. As you got closer you slowed down, but maintained that eye contact. When you were right by his leg, he leaned back and parted his legs further. His gaze challenged you and you didn’t hesitate moving in between his thighs to continue working your rag along the lining.

You made sure to go extra slow, making sure you missed no spot, all to make sure the King knew you knew how to do your job correctly. You didn’t miss the way he bit his lip and tried to move himself closer to your hand, all the while you seemingly paid no mind and simply did your job.

You were about to move on to the other side, but as you scooted away Namjoon grabbed onto your arm and pulled you back. 

He stared into your eyes and then glanced over at the door. You knew if his majesty was here his guards would be standing right outside the door. This little game would just have to end for now, maybe later you could sneak downs–

Namjoon’s hand came up to lightly caress your cheek, you stared at him wide eyed as he used his thumb to gently trace over your features. You glanced over at the door and back at him, wondering what he was doing.

He leaned in closely.

“Stand up.” He commanded. 

You were slightly confused but did as he asked. He got up slowly and looked you right in the eyes.

It was like time stood still for a moment, uncertainty lingering in the air the deeper you looked in his eyes.    

But the tension broke and before you knew it, he was pulling you close and kissing you. You could immediately taste the exorbitant wine on his tongue, the price of one bottle amounting to more than you’d ever be worth in your lifetime. Each time you kissed, the forbiddenness of your relationship would become all you could think about, but every time it always made you so hungry for his touch. You wished you could do this all the time…

You were quick to feel Namjoon’s plead for more as his hands eagerly ran down your dress and kissed you with a more hurried need. Your body was quick to be set alight by his lips against yours, sparks being sent all throughout your body. You needed him closer. 

You both slowly pulled away and the look in his eyes was pained with lust. He almost seemed upset, angry, but you knew that wasn’t it.

His hand came back up to cup your cheek and the other that was resting on your waist pulled you closer. You looked up at him curious as to what he was going to do, and your eyes immediately focused on his lips as he started leaning in. Your heart swelled when his lips gently kissed your cheek, but the sweet moment didn’t last long as he pulled you back toward the ottoman and he took a seat. 

Namjoon grabbed your hand and pulled you so you were standing right in front of him. You stood there as his eyes raked over your form and his hand came up to play with the fabric of your skirt.

That angered expression returned. 

“Take this off.” He looked up at you. His words made you shiver but your eyes quickly darted over to the door where the guards were standing outside. 

“What about–” you started, a little concerned but Namjoon quickly interjected.

“Take it off.” He repeated.

His tone was serious and you knew what he was suggesting wasn’t a good idea, risking the secret that you’ve managed to keep between you two for years getting out. But in that moment you remembered the Queen’s words before she had departed. These last few weeks might very well be the last time you even get to glance in his majesty’s direction let alone be intimate the way you wished you could be all the time. 

This was the end of the road and the fact he was so confident knowing that his guards were merely behind his big ebony doors, you knew he would handle the situation if the word were to spread. You trusted him so much that you reached behind you and tugged at the strings that laced up your dress. 

You looked him directly in the eyes as the fabric started to loosen around your skin, the way his eyes darted around your body eagerly awaiting for the slightest skin reveal. His gaze made you warm and the ache between your legs even more unbearable but you couldn’t hide the excitement at having this power over him.

Your apron hit the floor first, then the outer layer of your dress, and the undercoat that gave the dress its shape. You noticed the labored breathing as more of yourself was revealed to his majesty, the more pained his expression looked, and the more you noticed the tent between his legs become more prominent. 

Once the undercoat was removed all you were left in was your white stockings, garters, and the under dress that hung loosely over your form.

“Please…” You heard him whisper as he finally looked up at you. You didn’t hesitate with removing the last layer, revealing the underwear that was encrusted with his initials. All palace staff had a uniform they were required to wear, everything you wore had his mark somewhere on your body. It was standard palace procedure but in this moment you relished in the thought that it was him who covered up your most intimate parts. 

Namjoon sat up and he quickly let his hands explore the exposed skin, he groaned softly at the way you felt underneath his grasp, almost as if he couldn’t stand being apart from you for a second longer. 

You tried to make no noise despite how good his hands felt on your body, but before too long he grabbed onto your hand and pulled you close so he could whisper in your ear. 

“Get down on your knees and serve your King.” The words were filthy, essentially forcing you into complete submission. This was an order. You would have moaned if it wasn’t for the guards outside. You wanted to please him so well, serve your King so well that you instantly dropped down like he wished, eager to make his majesty feel good.

Namjoon looked down at you with hungry eyes as your hands came up and ran over his clothed thighs. He was quick to let you know he was not in the mood for teasing, nor for taking things slow, guiding your hand up to the tie around his waist. 

You didn’t hesitate pulling on the fabric, making sure to maintain eye contact with his majesty. In your peripheral you still noticed his fleeting grip on the ottoman, the red fabric being pulled between his fingers. His head leaned back slightly and even saw his crown tumble clumsily from his head and onto the bed behind him. You were making him a mess before you had truly touched him.

As soon as the tie was undone the King stood up so you were face first with the tent in his pants. He hastily unclipped the chain holding up his fur cape and it draped onto the ottoman. He reached into his pants and you watched with bated breath as you were once again blessed with the sight of his majesty. 

You could not help but stare. No longer being hidden in the darkness of the cellar only lit up by the flickering light of one mere candle, to see him in his full glory, you felt unworthy. You marveled at its slight curve, the way the pink tip leaked and pleaded for you. How his majesty wanted you at all was still a mystery to you as well, you were merely a maid, a maid who had nothing to give him. He had everything to give to you and you stupidly allowed yourself to get mixed up in affairs you knew you had no business in. 

This might very well be the last time you will be blessed with the opportunity of even looking into his eyes. You wanted him to remember you, to remember that there is a maid whose heart he stole, even if only for a short while after the Queen returns.  

Your attention was returned when his majesty reached his hand underneath your chin and pulled you closer to what you have been staring at. The motion forced your eyes to return to his. 

His breath was heavy as he used his other hand to tease his cock between your lips, a primal, guttural moan escaping his lips as you happily opened your mouth and took him whole. 

You watched his eyes flutter shut as you let him get adjusted to the feeling of your mouth before moving back and taking him all once more. 

“Oh– fuck.” He sighed, your mouth feeling too good too quickly. His filthy words made the ache between your legs even worse. The words were filthy, improper, something a King should never say, yet with you he felt comfortable enough to let the title and expectations slip his mind when he was with you. 

Namjoon’s hands hurriedly came up to tangle in your hair, his tight grip made your scalp burn and he forced you into a quicker rhythm. 

His moans were prettier than any tune on the harpsichord ever offered you. For a second you forgot that there were likely people outside listening. Either his majesty didn’t care whatsoever, or he was trying and horribly failing at keeping quiet. 

“So fucking good to me–” He groaned. The words of praise made you want to do better, serve him better. You slacked your jaw so he could more easily push into your mouth, you weren’t prepared for the whine he let out as a result. 

“Ohhhhh…”

You let him fuck your throat completely ignoring the way your eyes started to tear up, instead you focused on his expression and his drunken gaze staring down at you. He seemed amazed, and utterly taken aback by how filthy you are. Your rushed nights together in the cellar was nothing like today. 

His pace started growing more irregular and you knew it would not be long before you could taste his highness.  

Namjoon started to slow down, not yet wanting to finish, but your hands came up to run over his thighs once more trying to keep him from leaving.

“Y/n…” He warned. He didn’t want you to stop either but if he didn’t soon he would–

He finally worked up the will to pull himself out of your mouth, but you did not let him away that easily. Your eyes remained fixed on his as you ran your tongue along the vein and swirled around the tip.

“I’m close, I want–”

“I want to please you, your majesty…” You were practically begging him to finish in your mouth. He stared down at you, taken aback, but he found you incredibly wanton at this moment. It just made the ache worse. 

You teased the tip between your lips, your hand came up and stroked him gently, eager for him to let go. 

His majesty moaned, unable to resist the temptation and pushed his cock between your lips once more. It only took one slow glide of his hips before you felt him release into your mouth. 

In the moment you forgot where you were, the world outside the ebony doors didn’t exist to you anymore. You forgot about the possible consequences of your actions, how the palace staff outside could likely hear you. In that moment it was just you and his majesty, the King was yours and you never wanted it to end. 

You marveled at his soft expression tightening, the strangled moans and unseemly curses that slipped from his lips, the grip on your hair pulling you closer so he could make sure you swallowed every bit of the cum you begged for.

As his high rolled over, his attention returned down to you once more and reached out his hand for you to take it. You grabbed it and stood you up. You ignored how achy and sore your knees felt, choosing instead to focus on his grace and the way he stared at you.

His attention fleeted from your eyes down to your exposed breasts and trailed further down to your garter belt and eventually settled on your panties. His gaze made your skin burn and even more eager for him to finally touch you, you knew he would. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to take a step closer and grab onto your waist. He leaned in close enough that your noses brushed against each other. 

“You perplex me so much Y/n. I’m told you are but a maid, but my heart and body yearn for you as if you were her majesty herself.” It was then that his hands traveled further down until you felt them suddenly grab firmly on your ass. You nearly yelped, his confession so direct and his hands on your body making sure you knew he meant every word. 

“Her majesty is not here and we have only but so much time before my responsibility as the King of this nation must take priority– but right now I want the opportunity to take my time and ravage your body.” You felt every word down below and couldn’t stop yourself when you finally closed the distance. 

You kissed him hurriedly, making sure he knew that you felt the same way and you couldn’t wait for him to take you the way he wanted. Namjoon was quick at getting into rhythm and his hands ran along your body, desperately grabbing at anything he possibly could. 

You fell into his arms, wanting, needing to feel him more closely. You felt him begin to pull at your stockings and panties, you were waiting for him to finally rid them of your body but you could tell he was struggling to remove them. It was then that you remembered you weren’t normally this clothed when you would meet down in the cellar, your nightdress and underwear usually being the only barriers between you two.  

You weren’t prepared for the sudden ripping sound and the coolness of the air on your legs. You finally broke the kiss to look down and saw him ripping your stockings, the force ruining your garter belt. 

Instead of dwelling onto it too much, you aided him in removing your bra as he tugged down your panties down your legs. 

Standing nude in front of him, he looked you over once more before guiding you over the side of his bed and ushering you to take a seat. 

You watched curiously as he hurriedly tugged on the unraveled belt of his pants. You were not prepared for him to order for your hands and begin to tie the belt around your wrist. You were confused yet excited seeing the gleam in his eyes. You knew whatever his majesty had in store for you was more than you deserved.

You were about to ask him what he was doing but the minute his majesty seemed satisfied with the knot he pulled up further up the bed so he could tie the other end around his bed frame post. 

He then ripped the belt that had tied his robe around his waist and did the same to your other wrist. You were bound and at his mercy, he could do anything to you in this position. You did not mind at all though, trusting him completely. 

Once his majesty was done, he moved so he stood at the foot of the bed and just stared at you. His gaze made your skin burn and on instinct you tried to cover yourself up, but with your hands unavailable you could not do much except cross your legs slightly. 

His majesty shook his head at your actions. “Need to see all of you princess.” He whispered quietly, leaning in a little further. 

The nickname was new and you could have melted right there knowing his majesty saw you worthy enough for a nickname as high as the one he decided on. A pedestal higher than you knew what you were worth was enough to give you that little bit of confidence to follow his command. 

Your eyes begged for him and as you spread your legs, it was obvious how much you truly wanted his majesty. You reveled in the way his eyes held desperation as he stared right where you have been wanting him.

“I need you, your majesty…” You pleaded, needing his hands to cool your burning skin. 

Your words visibly got to him, your shy demeanor shedding in favor of something more bold. You knew he knew what you were trying to do and it was clearly working. He desperately threw his robe to the ground and climbed over the ottoman and onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs. 

You both stared into each other’s eyes for a second, the gaze saying more than a thousand words could have in that moment. You both wanted so much more out of this than you knew was possible, but this will just have to make do. 

His majesty leaned in and planted a soft kiss right on your lips before pulling back. You felt a hand run up along your thigh as he leaned in so he was right by your ear. 

“Let me worship you.” His voice was shaky and you were not sure if it was from emotion or of pure need. 

You couldn’t even speak before you felt his hand move from your thigh to between your legs. You were knocked breathless when his fingers ran up your slit and settled on your clit, rubbing gentle circles that made your eyes flutter close and a soft moan escaped your lips. 

You made sure to maintain eye contact as he watched your face intently, you wanted him to know how good he was making you feel already. 

“Touch me please, your majesty…” You sighed, leaning up to pull him closer. Namjoon knew what you wanted and leaned in further so he was planting his lips on yours. You were hungry and desperately received him, you knew you caught him off guard but he was quick to match your energy. 

You sighed impatiently when his lips trailed further down to kiss your neck. You were not prepared for the glorious sensation of his mouth when he began sucking lightly on your skin. Every touch he gave made your head spin, but just knowing there was a possibility this might leave a mark, that you might walk out of this room branded by his majesty himself for everyone to see made your heart flutter. 

You pulled lightly on your restraints, wishing so badly in that moment to touch him, but was harshly reminded that was not possible right now.

Namjoon’s lips trailed down further, kissing you down your chest, over your breast, down your stomach and closer and closer to where you craved him.

“Please…” You cried. You probably looked pathetic right now, but you needed him so bad you didn’t even care.  

Namjoon smiled up at you, before quickly leaning in to fulfill your desires. His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you steady as his tongue ran up your slit. At this you couldn’t contain your moan.

You had long forgotten that there were likely people standing outside the door, but your own voice surprised you and you hurriedly tried to shush yourself. The consequences of your actions today were nice to pretend did not exist, that you could both walk out of this room hand and hand and everyone in the palace and kingdom would accept your relationship. 

In truth you both were taking so many risks being together like this in the open. It was already risky enough sneaking into the cellar every other night, but to be out like this in broad daylight people might have assumed the Queen returned home early from her trip. 

Affairs happen all the time for court officials of a kingdom, a lot of their marriages are only ways to advance their political careers so having “someone else” wasn’t uncommon. If this was a normal case people wouldn’t bat an eye at your relationship with his majesty especially considering this was more than your average affair. It was the heart that pulled you both together, not the lustful demon that resided inside you both. 

But this wasn’t the normal case. The people, after experiencing a loving King and Queen, wanted that once again and seemingly wouldn’t settle for less. His Majesty had to give his heart to the Queen in order to avoid a possible rebellion. You simply can not exist. 

You tried to shush yourself as his tongue got to work pleasing you, he knew your body so well after only a few weeks.  

You wished desperately to reach your hands down into his hair like you usually would, but the grip on your wrists once again reminded you were bound and completely at his majesty’s mercy.

You cried out as he eagerly lapped at your folds before he leaned back and let his fingers run through your slick once more.

“Marvelous…” He quietly mumbled to himself, finally getting a great view between your legs.

You didn’t have any time to feel embarrassed at all before two of his fingers were inside you and suddenly it became impossible to be quiet with the way his majesty curled his fingers, hitting a spot he knew all too well made it hard for you to be quiet.

You tried to shush yourself once more, but a glance down to the King himself made you realize this was all intentional. His eyes were locked on your expression and his subtle smile whenever you would moan out for him made it obvious. For some reason he wanted you to scream for him, despite the guards who were standing outside or any passersby he still wanted to hear you.

The revelation made that growing ache down below even worse.

“P–Please, your majesty…” You moaned, hoping he would put you out of your misery soon. You heard a low chuckle before the situation somehow managed to get even worse. His majesty showed you no mercy and made sure everyone in the palace would hear you scream.

He used his tongue along with his fingers, his thumb circling your clit and his tongue had made its way inside you. He would switch, suddenly his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you. It was too much, he was too good to you and the emotion you felt had that cord inside you wanting to snap.

“Your-your majesty, I–”

“Cum for me princess.” The nickname and his voice was the last thing you needed before your whole body surged with excitement, pleasure flooding all of your senses. It was so good, his majesty was just so good to you, you could hardly believe it when you were able to open your eyes to see the majestic painting that decorated the entire ceiling and to feel the soft sheets on your back.

You were in his majesty’s room and… you glanced down to see his adorable smile looking up at you. Right, he was so sweet to you. 

That dopey expression fleeted quickly though as he reached up and began untying the knots that were around your wrists. 

“So pretty… Everyone in the palace likely heard you princess. You know this is meant to be a secret. I feel like I need to make sure you understand that.” At first you were confused by his words, he knew you were trying your best to quiet yourself, but the smirk on his face told you he was not being serious.

Oh. You understood what was going on.

The minute he was able to wrangle you free, he guided you so you were on your hands and knees in front of him. You couldn’t stop the excitement building up once again at the thought of what could be in store for you next. 

That excitement was raised when you felt the dip in the bed rise and turned around to see his majesty hurriedly tugging down his pants. You felt your face flush the minute you caught sight of his cock springing free and instinctively turned back around. 

 The bed dipped once more and it didn’t take long for you to feel the slow drag of his cock along the swells of your ass, your body shivered and you wanted to scream for him to finally get inside you.

You heard him curse lightly, making you turn around to see his eyes glued to the mounds and you felt his hand come up, run up your thigh before lightly grabbing at your ass.

“So fucking pretty… you’ll be good right? I promise to have you, but first I must…” He didn’t finish his sentence and you were about to question him until you felt a firm slap right across your cheeks.

You yelped, not at all expecting that nor the increased desire you felt to finally have him.

“Count to 10 for me princess, I promise I will fuck you right after.” He almost moaned as he softly rubbed the irritated skin.

You wanted to please him. 

“1.” 

SLAP!

So good, you needed him inside you. This punishment was less of one than a chance to have his hands on you. 

You loved it.

“2…”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The two guards looked at each other worriedly. The King had said that he was tired after his meeting earlier. He said the wine was getting to him and the guards simply expected a long, but boring rest of their shift. 

What they didn’t expect was merely a few minutes after the door closed behind him, were for moans of his majesty to be heard. That wasn’t the concerning part though. What had them worried was hearing the sound of moans of a woman on the other side of the door.

It became obvious that they were witnesses to an affair. With how rocky the political climate was, they both knew if word were to get out about this, there would be horrible consequences in store.

“Excuse me.” The voice startled them both, but they were relieved to see it was only the King’s right hand. 

“Yes sire.” One of the guards said, standing at attention.

“I have an urgent message for the King.” Jae-su declared– Namjoon’s right hand, someone that’s almost been like a second father to him. Usually it was only protocol to declare the purpose of entering the King’s chambers and as the palace staff all knew him so well, nothing more was needed.

Jae-su was surprised when the spears the guards were holding crossed over each other, preventing him from entering. 

“I’m sorry sire, but now may not be the best time–”

Muffled from inside the room was the clear sound of a female's voice inside, seemingly moaning a number. 

Jae-su looked at the guards confused and they clearly seemed worried. 

“No one has entered, but there seems to be someone else inside but his majesty.” The other guard said, slightly panicked. 

Normally this would just warrant Jae-su to walk away and be sure to give his majesty a stern talking to about his behavior, but he was carrying a red sealed letter, something that was meant to be delivered to his majesty immediately. Unfortunately he could not simply walk away and deal with this later.

“I’m sorry gentlemen, but this is a red sealed letter. This must get to his majesty immediately.” He tried to keep his professional front on, but he was clearly flushed.

The guards looked at each other worriedly, before moving their spears.

Jae-su stepped closer to the door and hesitantly knocked. 

“Your majesty, it’s me. I’ve come to deliver you some news.” He called out. 

There was silence for a little while before his majesty finally answered. “Jae-su, this isn’t the best time right now. Can’t you not come back later?” Namjoon questioned.

“Unfortunately not your majesty, this is a red sealed letter from the Queen.”

More silence passed.

“Come in then.” As much as he didn’t want to, his duty had him turning the door knob and opening the door.

Jae-su still had hope that this was some big misunderstanding, but when he went inside he was horrified to see clothes strewn about the room, his majesty’s crown upside down on the ottoman by his bed and right there on the bed was his majesty and a woman together in a less than pure position.

Jae-su nearly screamed when he heard the slapping sound as he walked around the bed to his majesty’s nightstand. 

“8…” You moaned softly. Your cheeks were burning, the right hand seeing you like this was embarrassing, but you also couldn’t help feeling a little fluttery at the thought of Namjoon being so comfortable letting someone in on your little secret.

You wanted to imagine that after all this somehow this might have a happy ending, it was nice to think about.

“I’m sorry your majesty, but this is from the Queen. It details about her soon return and I would suggest you read it immediately.” Jae-su said, sitting the letter on the little silver platter on the nightstand. 

SLAP!

You were taken aback and so was Jae-su at the continuation of your punishment. “9…” you tried to quiet yourself.

“Thank you Jae-su, I’ll read it as soon as I’m done.” Namjoon sighed, taking a fistful of your ass.

“Right… I’m sure you will… your majesty, I’m sure you’re aware that this is an issue. We must talk.” Jae-su said firmly. It was then that the reality of your little fun came crashing down. Those consequences you tried to pretend didn’t exist were made oh so obvious. 

“Please leave. I’m busy Jae-su.” Namjoon sounded frustrated. Jae-su quickly sensed this and hurried his way out the room. 

Silence lingered for a little while, part of you was sure he’d stop, the moment shared being broken by reality. But you were surprised to feel him grab onto your hips tightly before pulling you back onto his cock. 

You both moaned at the feeling, all this playing leading up to this moment. Finally, finally you had him inside you and you never wanted him to leave. 

“Feel-feel so good m’lady…” Namjoon shakily breathed out. He tried to take in as much as he could, the warmth your walls provided, the way you gripped him like you never wanted to let go, your soft sighs of pleasure. You were absolutely perfect in his eyes, he didn’t, he couldn’t let you go. 

After he let you get adjusted, he slowly pulled back his hips before pushing back in. His steady pace turned punishing, almost desperate, quite quickly. You felt so good around him and he wanted everyone to know.

He relished in the way you cried his name. He wanted everyone in the palace to know you were his. If it wasn’t for this stupid fucking marriage he was forced into, you would be. If his parents were still around they wouldn’t have made him marry the Queen, as soon as he would have told them his heart belonged to you, you would have become his bride instead. 

Namjoon felt tears pricking his eyes at the thought, but he shook them away, instead he wanted to focus on you as this could possibly be your last night spent together. 

“Your maj-majesty!” You cried, your hips high up while your face was buried in the pillow gripping onto the fabric tightly. 

“So good to me princess.” Namjoon sighed, hastily pulling your hips back to meet his. He was close and so were you. 

Namjoon could stand it no longer and quickly pulled out and flipped you back over so you were laying on your back. You were a bit taken aback by this, but the minute he pushed his cock back into you, suddenly that did not matter anymore.

If anything it made things better. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to pound into you. 

He clumsily leaned down to meet your lips, kissing you like his life depended on it. In some ways it did. 

His hurried pace was starting to falter making you realize he was close. 

Namjoon pulled away, his gaze trained on your eyes and every little expression you would make. 

“Y/n–” He rushed out. 

“Yes, your highness…”

“Say it…” It was a command, but he sounded so desperate to hear what he wanted.

“What–what your maj–” 

“My name, please I want to hear you say my name.” You and him both knew what this meant. No one of your status was allowed to simply call the King by his first name. The only one in this palace who had that pleasure was her majesty. 

You stared up at him, taken aback by his words.

“Please, please, please– so close–” He begged, his majesty was begging you to say his name. 

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him as close as you could. 

“You’re making me feel so fucking good Namjoon, please cum for me…” If anyone heard you outside of this room you would surely be beheaded but his name falling from your lips and your crude language was enough to have him spilling into your warm embrace without any notice.

You helped work him through it, rubbing his back lightly as he moaned softly into your neck. 

He took a moment to calm himself down before he was pulling back to stare at where your bodies connected, his thumb coming down to hastily rub on your clit once more. 

You were shocked but your body reacted instantly, it did not take too long before your orgasm was hitting you once again so suddenly. It felt good, from the tips of your fingers down to your toes your body cried out for Namjoon. 

He helped work you through yours as well, slowly moving his hips as you started to come down from your high.

For a minute you both just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes, but Namjoon was quick to bend down once again and kiss you. He kissed you with all the passion, yearning, and love he had for you.

For a minute he wanted to pretend like the world outside his ebony doors didn’t exist, that he didn’t have responsibilities that were going to keep him away from you. 

But alas, he found himself eventually pulling away to read the letter sent to him by his wife. 

Namjoon stared at the fancy penmanship, reading the words and not wanting to believe them.

Her mother was now well and she is to be returning in three days. 

Namjoon crumbled up the letter and went back over to you who was staring at him, wondering what the letter said. Instead of answering immediately he put the both of you underneath the covers and pulled you close. 

“Your– Namjoon, what did it say?” His name sounded so pretty from your mouth. 

This time he couldn’t stop the tears he felt coming into his eyes. 

“We don’t have much time left– let’s not think about it though. I find greater pleasure holding you close like this.” He smiled at you, but you could see his eyes starting to well up.

Instead of pushing further on the subject you let yourself relax in his arms. 

It was on the tip of your tongue to tell him, but you knew that would only make things worse. You hope he knows how much you love him and will continue to do so even after the Queen becomes with child.

You would cherish today for a lifetime.

[randombookposts]

Canaan University Au

Ok I thought of a college au for the locked tomb a awhile ago but I never bothered to write it down until now. Anyways I think they would all go to this imaginary university in New Zealand and it’s like the first book but with a lot less murder. Here’s what I think each house would study

Judith- Criminal justice major. Huge stickler for rules and doing homework. If she’s not in the gym reading a textbook while doing push-ups, she’s in the library getting into a heated debate with a Corona. Had a huge crush on Marta and went to the same college as her to hangout, just getting over it, may or may not have feelings for Corona, maybe.

Marta- In law school, was a mentor to Judith when she was in high school and that’s how they know each other. Gently turned Judith down but they’re still friends and study together sometime. Is the DD at every party.

Corona: Majoring in marketing with a minor in fashion merchandising. Doesn’t do great on tests but aces every presentation. President of her sorority. Can and will gaslight frat boys. Everyone wants her but she only has eyes for the stuck up criminal justice major.

Ianthe- Management major with a minor in maybe finance. Commits tax fraud and gets away with it. Sometimes does Corona’s homework for her. Doxxes people online (mostly Babs), smokes in the dorm hallways. Flirts with Harrow during their study sessions, which Harrow ignores.

Naberius- Economics major, and major fuck boy. Makes thirst traps and is doxxed. Hangs out with the twins even though they bully him. Doesn’t do shit during group projects. Will get a job at his dads company post graduation.

Jeannemary and Isaac don’t go to college but are tutored by Abigail at her house. They just silly teens who experiment with makeup and clothes to find their look. Talk loudly about anime in the school hallways. A little cringe but they’re doing their best.

Abigail- Anthropology professor and is really cool. Tough grader but genuinely loves her students and shares trivia with them. Brings donuts to test days. Will accidentally derail class to talk about books or her husband. If one of her students brings up one of the incredibly niche topics she likes, she will talk about it for hours.

Magnus- Not a teacher but visits Abigail's classes often. Nice guy, helps look after Jeannemary and Isaac. I'm not sure what he would do as a job, maybe chef or stay at home husband lol. Regardless, he's the one making all the meals.

Palamedes- Pre-med, wants to become a doctor so he can save Dulcinea save people. Smartest guy in the room always, a go to for anyone struggling with their biology homework. Has a friendly rivalry with Harrow (it's more rivalry than friendly for Harrow but she grows fond of him over time). Is the one derailing class with philosophical debates.

Camilla- Physics major, too cool for you. Really into sports, just not sure which, like gymnastics or soccer or rugby or fencing. Works hard but actually remembers to eat and sleep too. Probably in student government as well. Her and Palamedes are attached at the hip, they later get an apartment together and that's where all the main hangouts with the other characters happen.

Dulcinea- Suffers from chronic illness and focuses her life on learning and traveling rather than getting a traditional job. She's got multiple degrees in stuff like literature, philosophy, and art history. She is active on social media and has a blog, and sells crocheted animals on Etsy. Became mutuals with Pal and Camilla on social media and they met up later when they went off to college.

Protesilaus- Dulcie's caretaker, helps her with her medical stuff. Becomes like a cool uncle figure to her and her friends. Hangs out a lot with Ortus and they share poetry.

Silas- Double major in theology and philosophy. Freaky teen prodigy who graduated high school early and attends university. Little shit who people are either freaked out by or straight up just don't like him. Will snitch on anyone for anything he doesn't like. Really only friends with Colum.

Colum- Silas' nephew, but way older than him, weird dynamic. Not in school but drives Silas to his classes and Silas lives with him during the school year instead of in the dorms. Nice guy, looks out for Silas' well being the best he can but tries to keep him from being too nasty to others.

Harrow- Double major in theology and archeology. Studies at all hours and forgets to eat and sleep. Local cryptid. Autistic with special interests in religion and burial rituals. Went to Catholic school and had a suffocating home life. Trying to grapple with that as she starts to navigate adult life. Also trying to mend her relationship with Gideon after being so harsh in her younger years.

Gideon- Kinesiology major, butch vibes to the max. Does swordfighting and weight training in her down time. Has kissed both Ianthe and Corona at some point, though it never went anywhere after that. Wears her sunglasses at all times even in class. Finds the worst fashions from thrift stores and wears them to piss Harrow off. Grew up with Harrow in a foster home Harrow's parents ran and also attended Catholic school with her but they rarely interacted beyond antagonizing each other. Reconnected after being randomly assigned roommates. Now they're buddies and hang out alongside the 3rd and 6th, (also the 2nd and Dulcie sometimes too). They all do stupid shit together like sing karoke off key and hit up Taco Bell at 2am after binge watching movies.

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Do you have any Ocs you’d like to talk about??

oh boy do i

im gonna introduce my scrungly my poor little meow meow my pathetic loser the love of my life. Arvid Sheldon Moreno <3

ill add trigger tags too of course but just in case: warning for abuse, violence, death, and kidnapping

first of all i am a Terrible artist but here's a commission i got of him from the lovely jester @/ghostcasket (with commissions still open here is the info post. go commission them he's wonderful)

anyways. ARVID. basically he's a second generation oc from the project me and the other mod have. he is like. 3/4 alien?? something like that. but he was born on earth and that's where he grew up.

his parents are lovely and perhaps very strange but they are so good to their kids. Arvid is a mama's boy in particular he is very close to her and very protective of her.

so. what's wrong with him then???? surely he has Every Problem Ever. well he does. when he was a kid he didn't really have any friends. he was outcasted and bullied from various sources but none more so than Alex. fuck Alex we hate that guy.

Alex caused problems for Arvid basically his whole life. he was harassed and followed and beaten and manipulated and. well a lot of things!!

Arvid met and became friends with Izan who was infinitely better for Arvid and nicer and they were just really close. however that didn't stop Alex from being an asshole ya know. and it got even worse when Izan broke off from Arvid due to trying to manage his own trauma of a recent event unrelated to Arvid's stuff

so what did Arvid do? he clung to Alex and they became "friends". during this time Alex really drilled into Arvid's head the idea that he shouldn't cry, that he was weak, that no one else could tolerate him, and Arvid believed it all. things escalated until Alex and one of his other friends attacked and stabbed Arvid during a time when Izan and Arvid were trying to patch things up. and they left him there.

Izan got him help, but Arvid refused to let Alex get into trouble. in fact he had a strong fondness and loyalty to him and so what did he do? he confessed that he was in love with Alex. and Alex, ever amused and delighted by the power and control he had over Arvid, accepted his confession and they started dating.

and they didn't break up for a really really long time!

however this is all the backstory info! (well not all of his backstory but Some of it) this isn't even taking into account the story events! the story events being Arvid and his entire family gets kidnapped and taken to an alien planet because these fucked up brothers were trying to get and erase information on the esp experiments that happened during the first generation (meaning the things Arvid's parents went through) and. well long story short Dawson (does anyone remember when i talked about him?) was forced by his older brothers to kill Arvid and his mom. fucked up!!

but it's okay, isn't it? yeah Arvid comes back to life thanks to a wish made by Dawson on this super powerful wish granting magical rock. and they all live happily ever after on earth!

but not really.

when Arvid gets back he discovers that in addition to being brought back to life, he's now immortal. which is the LAST thing he wants because he didn't even want to be brought back to life if he was being honest. and Alex being the wonderful person he is decides to use this to his advantage (basically isn't it fun to kill your boyfriend over and over while he remains blindly loyal to you? Alex seems to think so)

however Arvid has other relationship drama going on. he has feelings for soo many other people but didn't feel worthy enough to be in a relationship with any of them. why would anyone ever like him back ya know?

except a lot of them did like him back. a lot actually. and Arvid starts dating others and building this lovely little polycule of people who really and genuinely love and care about him. and it takes a long time, but eventually Arvid breaks things off with Alex and tries to be happy. key word being that he tries because sometimes he doesn't do a very good job of it. he's still got it in his head that he deserves to suffer and will go on self destructive spirals now that he doesn't have a boyfriend beating him to shit constantly anymore.

some fun facts about Arvid is that he's a supervillain. i mean not Really a supervillain but he's a loser and tells everyone that he's evil. type of guy to steal from large corporations but not from local places. but this is all evil deeds he swears it. he also has plans to take over the world which he only shares with people he really trusts. he's so lame <3

he's also extremely emotional and will cry really easily but. well due to Alex Reasons he will belittle himself for showing sadness. he is obsessed with people seeing him as strong when his 5'3 ass can't even open a pickle jar

Arvid is also very very soft and sensitive about bugs he loves bugs!!! they were his best friends back when he didn't have any friends and even now he still treats them so gently. it's a really cool contrast to his usual edgy personality.

also!! he has really bad luck all the time <3 constantly tripping over stuff and falling in puddles and breaking his phone and. other bad luck stuff.

anyways i hope you enjoyed my insane ramblings about my scrungy little guy

[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥.

Gyūtarō x Fem!Reader [Yandere]

Synopsis: She is of House Kyogoku and surprisingly her favourite. She's always calling her over and praising her for even the smallest things. However, one night, she is to meet the Oiran in her room but is met with someone new...

Warnings: Cannibalism, Possessive behaviour (duh), very little blood mention, Coddling, Stalking, Suffering :D

Notes: Believe it or not, this was supposed to be posted all the way back in December but I just kinda forgot about it. It is also a migration so that's why (I was too lazy to rephrase) but here we are now :D. Enjoy this one-shot of my favourite character to write after Hantengu. (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ + I didn't proofread (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Beautiful people annoy him.

They always have and will with the exception of his lovely younger sister. Beautiful people are privileged bastards who love to look down upon the ugly and unfortunate. Someone like him. They are selfish, cruel, barbaric, sometimes even evil. However, he makes it his job to put them in their place and remind them that they are not above him, not above a demon, an Upper Rank. He makes it obvious to especially the rich and beautiful, yes. They are beneath him, beneath someone as ugly as himself. Yet, with her... There was something about her he couldn't piece out. Why did he become so obsessed with her the moment he saw her? A human? A beautiful one no less. She's pathetic, mere cattle, so why did he want that one in particular? Was it her patient behaviour with Daki or the fact that she had a smile that made her shine like a star? Or was it her beauty? Maybe. Daki is the most beautiful girl in existence, that much he knows. No one can rival her, hell, even an average human man faints at the sight of her and he couldn't be more proud of that fact but... She was... something. He still believed that truly no one could be more beautiful than his beloved little sister but she was something else entirely. He could almost say her beauty rivalled hers and he hated that fact. Whatever the case for his infatuation with her may be, all he knew is that she was his. His favourite doll. And he would ensure that she would stay within his grasp forever.

"What do even see in her, brother?" The sound of his sister's irritated voice snapped him out of his train of thought. "She's average at best and she's a human too. We eat those, remember?" Daki could not see what he saw through her vanity and pride and he could not blame her. She is after all the most beautiful girl of the land. At the very least, she played nice with her just like he had requested of her. "Don't be so harsh, Daki. She is more beautiful than any of the courtesans you have working under your. Far more beautiful..." The taller demon croaked from the corner of the room. Whenever she spoke so ill of his doll, he couldn't help but feel offended and angry for her, but this was his sister, he couldn't just snap at her. But he couldn't let her speak so horribly of her either. "Take a look at the other human women. She is like a bright light among those dull and uninteresting women, which is a huge feat in itself, especially for a human." Daki couldn't answer because she knew he was right. She herself unknowingly felt a slight bit of fondness for her simply because of her beauty and the fact that her big brother Gyūtarō held a fondness for her too. Still, she couldn't help but think she was trying to outshine her and that won't do. "She's isn't as beautiful as you, that much is obvious, but she's on a certain level that makes her far better than the rest." She felt satisfied with his answer and huffed with pride before turning her head away.

"But of course she isn't as beautiful as me! I knew that!" Daki laughed in a vain manner as she walked away from the moonlight that shone into the room from the balcony to leave. "Ugh, anyways. I have a client to deal with today and yes, I'll make sure she's not taken for service." Daki added on as she held out her arm for Gyūtarō so he could be absorbed. Gyūtarō didn't say much and fused with his sister until it was just her as he would watch through her eyes for another night of her doing business. Daki had been called by the master so she could meet her client and needless to say, both she and Gyūtarō weren't impressed. Such a lowly, perverted man. Gyūtarō was getting angry at the man's mere presence and he didn't know why. It reminded him of something and it involved his little sister as well. Fortunately, before his temper could flare and add onto to Daki's, his favourite courtesan arrived. "Oh, what a beautiful one she is. Is she available for service?" And as quickly as his temper had disappeared, it reappeared. This lowlife of a human was asking for his favourite doll's service? The audacity especially from someone like him. Daki herself couldn't help but feel insulted that the human would want one of her more beautiful employees.

Nevertheless, she had to keep up impressions and play dollhouse for the time being. She could bring no shame to her so-called master after all. "Oh, yes. That is Y/N and she is is available for service." The demon smiled in a feigned manner as she 'proudly' presented one of her courtesans. Y/N certainly seemed to hold a bit of pride and Daki noticed. It disgusted and irritated her how such a beautiful human held so much pride and tried to show off for such an ugly one. Oh well, as long as she made money. All was going well, the client seemed to be very cooperative with the deals and whatnot until... Y/N tripped. The women fell and the tray she held slipped right of her hand. The scalding tea fell in the cups fell out and while Daki was quick to dodge, the human was not. He howled in pain at the scorching feeling while Daki fumed at the fact that a client was now likely to be discouraged from requesting any service from House Kyogoku. Gyūtarō on the other hand, was greatly amused by the man's pain. "Y/N! What is the meaning of this?!" Daki yelled furiously at the human woman. For a moment, she thought it was her fault until she just barely caught the foot of another courtesan quickly retreating from the woman's kimono.

She noticed how the poor woman tried to explain herself but to keep up appearances, she didn't allow her to continue. "I-I apologise, Oiran!I-I swear it wasn't—" "Silence! I don't want to hear it! We will be having a conversation in private tonight! And I want no excuses!" Daki had immediately sent her away to her room as she requested the younger girls to help assist her client while she tried to fix the damage that had been done. Thankfully, the human seemed to be one of the more eager bunch and accepted her apology with a smile. His request only got bolder but she could live with that, right now, she had two courtesans to confront. Once the man left, Daki was quick to ignore everyone and immediately headed up to her room to confront to await the courtesan. She disappeared from everyone's eyes like a ghost. No one heard or saw her entering her room and didn't even know she was there until she requested one of the girls to call Y/N.

The people of House Kyogoku always wondered how she did it and her answer was always the same. She doesn't know. They've all told her that Oiran Warabihime is a woman who is easily irritated and that the smallest mistakes irked her. That she's brutal and many of the prostitutes have committed ashinuke because of her, some even suicide! Yet, from Y/N's point of view, she can't believe that the woman they described is the same woman she see almost everyday. She's always so sweet and respectful, encouraging and thoughtful, nothing like what they described! Yet, today might be the day she see her true self after the accident that had occurred. As she walks towards the private quarters if the Oiran, anxious and worried, she wonders what she would do. How would she be punished? All the other prostitutes looked upon the poor woman with pity, even the master himself. Knowing how irritable the Oiran is, they fear for her safety and they also fear that her charm over the Oiran might've run out. After all, it was Y/N who would calm down the Oiran whenever she'd have her rage fits. The master would summon her to talk to the Oiran and it would always work without fail. All she would have to do is spend some time with her and usually it wasn't that bad either. Just some gossip and pleasant conversation.

Though, now, her luck has ran out. She now stands infront of the Oiran's room, waiting to be let in to receive her scolding and punishment. She would've knocked, however, the door slid open on its own revealing Oiran Warabihime's eerily dark room. The people of House Kyogoku never knew why her room was so dark and obscured, but none of them dared to ask in fear of her lashing out at them. Right now however, the room was pitch black. There was no light or even a lit candle visible, just pure darkness with the only source of light being that of the outside. With a gulp, Y/N slowly entered the room, a bead of sweat running down the side of her face. The door suddenly then slid closed which startled and confused her greatly. What was happening? She feared it may have been the vengeful spirits of the prostitutes that have committed suicide. "Hey..." But no, it wasn't that... That wasn't the Oiran. The woman didn't wait a moment longer and ran straight for the door, however— "Don't try running. You'll be back in my arms before you can even blink." She was suddenly in the man's arms and she didn't even notice until he spoke. The courtesan hyperventilated in fear. Who is this man? Why is he in the Oiran's room? She can't see a thing. "I've been watching you for a while, you know?" "W-Who are you...?" She wondered what this man was going to do to her, if he even was one to begin with. His voice sounded so raspy and hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water in years and his grip was so unnaturally strong. She thought her bones were going to break with how firm his grip is.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I asked my sister to let you off the hook and thankfully, she agreed. She wasn't too angry at you anyways..." ["Sister?! What is he talking about?! There's no way Oiran Warabihime is related to this man!"] She thought even through all her fear. How could someone him be related to someone as well-respected as Oiran Warabihime? Did she even know he was here? Where even was the Oiran? Suddenly, the lights flickered on, dimly lighting up the room which revealed a tall malnourished male to the poor woman. He is tall, muscular on his upper body, but terribly skinny on his lower half. He has skin so pale that it appears grey and a blotting birthmark that spreads from the right side of his cheek just half-way across his face. His hair is partially tied up, with uneven bangs, and the ends are a lime green. His eyes, they're downturned and a sickly yellow... Not human. His teeth are crooked and sharp, but that's not the most eye-catching part. His irises, they have the kanji for "Upper Rank" and daiji for "Six" etched into them. This man is no human. "I'm sure you know by now that I'm not a human, which means you're not like all the other dumb humans I've eaten." She would've screamed for help, screamed out that there was a demon in the household, but in the blink of an eye, she was cut off.

He was behind the woman now, head pressed right next to hers and not letting out or taking in a single breath, as she how his calloused hands gripped her jaws shut. ["What does he want from me?"] The courtesan thought fearfully as her eyes welled up with tears. She thought that this is how she was going to die. "Don't scream, I won't hurt you. I just want to be with you. Oiran Warabihime will take care of the one who tripped you." The demon croaked, leaving the courtesan confused as to how he knew of the incident. Before she could even process any more thoughts. He wrapped his free arm around her waist as he then lifted her off the floor effortlessly and took her into his arms. "My name is Gyūtaro. Don't worry, doll. I'll keep you away from all those prying eyes. You won't have to worry about anything anymore, my sister will keep you away from any customers so you'll be all mine. Isn't that nice?" His yellow eyes stared deep into hers as if waiting for an answer, but she didn't. She couldn't answer, not when his hand is clenching her jaws shut. He then let go and waited intently, it almost seemed as if wanted her to be happy about the fact that she was going to be his. When she answered, it was in the heat of the moment. She really didn't mean what she said. Obviously she's not happy about the fact that some man-eating demon is obsessed with her and possessive over her. But, what hurts her even more is that the Oiran is part of this. She eats humans! And she worked with this monster!

"No..."

He wasn't surprised. Not in the slightest. "That's alright, I can wait. It's not like you'll be leaving anytime soon." And he can always make her a demon anyways, that way he won't lose her. She tried to struggle against his grasp, but failed so miserably that Gyūtarō was amused by it. Humans are so weak and pathetic, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. Her weak and plump muscles couldn't budge him in the slightest. "Quit squirming around, I won't hurt you. Not if you want me to..." He felt immediately how she froze in fear and had to force back a cruel laugh as he heard her heartbeat quicken. So easy to scare. Through all her clothing, Gyūtarō could feel her soft, delicate flesh, so supple and smooth. Her smell is divine and he assumed that her blood must be even better. "Please, let me go... I'm just here to meet the Oiran..." Daki was only nice to her because he had asked her to. His dear little sister, so kind enough to let her live for me. He couldn't be more grateful. "Oiran Warabihime is attending to some business elsewhere now. I'll be the one you'll be with for tonight." The demon chuckled lowly when he heard her breath hitch once more, her fear is so adorable to him. The smooth feeling of her kimono against his skin felt pleasant and her soft hand trying to pull his arm away even better. He almost laughed at her useless attempts. Almost.

"Stop struggling, little doll, it's futile. You won't be leaving me anytime soon." Gyūtarō grumbled, annoyed at the fact that she still persisted. His temper was quickly flaring at her attempts of trying to free herself and it took a lot of his self-control to not break her legs. "Please, let me go!" The fear in her voice amused him slightly and was the only thing preventing him from lashing out at her. Gyūtarō then turned her around, holding her face firmly so she could look into his eyes before he warned. "Your struggling won't get you anywhere, Y/N. I won't ever let you go and I suggest you remember that. If you try to escape, I will find you, drag you back and break your legs so you won't run again. Understood?" His pupils remained constricted as he waited for her to answer. She answered with a simple nod but Gyūtarō wasn't going to take that as an answer. He wanted to hear her beautiful voice, a voice he knew that sounded absolutely divine when singing. "Understood?" The demon repeated, this time in a firmer tone as the grip on her cheeks tightened a dangerous amount. "Y-Yes!" "Yes what?" "Y-Yes, Gyūtarō..." Her final answer satisfied the demon as he then let go of her face and relaxed his grip on her body. "Good. Don't you forget my name now..."

The rest of her night was awful. It was full of unwanted praise and touches, though, none inappropriate, they were directed at her face and the beauty it had and his compliments at her smooth, beautiful skin. Even as she was busy doing her tasks and served the customers she had for the night, she could feel his stare and how he practically almost undressed her by just looking. But, it wasn't enough for Gyūtarō. He wanted to see her better, even if the brothel had lights bright enough to make her entire frame visible, he wanted something better. The demon snatched her away when she neared Daki's room and in a the blink of an eye, he was atop the roof of the brothel with Y/N in his arms, standing under the moonlight and taking in every single detail his advanced eyes could. He held her so close, so tight, as if she would disappear from his arms at any moment. "You're very pretty, you know that?" His eyes took in every bit of her features, feasted upon her beauty like a hungry predator. It was awful.

At Daki's return, Gyūtarō was still fawning over the courtesan, praising her face and holding her in his arms with an uncomfortably tight grip. Of course, Daki, cared less for the woman and continued to play nice with her, barely ever losing her temper simply for Gyūtarō. She made an exception for only her, and continued being 'kind' to her, all while Y/N pretender to be fine. Whenever a customer would come for Y/N in particular, Gyūtarō would grow furious, and would seperate from Daki to follow the customer and Y/N. Before she could even get begin her services, Gyūtarō would come in, slash the customer down and proceed to pamper the courtesan with affection. She saw him kill the customers in the cruelest yet quickest ways possible, and it never improved.

Today, another customer came, requesting Y/N her services. Putting up a show and fake smiles, Daki—Oiran Warabihime agreed, gladly letting the customer pay and take Y/N for service. Meanwhile, Gyūtarō observed through his sister's eyes as Y/N was taken away. Once the customer left, Daki huffed, ordering the others around while she herself retreated to her room. "Brother." Gyūtarō revealed himself the second the doors to her soon slid closed. His sister saw how furious he was but simply dismissed his mood. Overtime, she noticed just how obsessed he had grown with the courtesan and would try to keep her off-limits for him. "At least let her do her duty, brother. These constant murders could easily lead back to us, you know?" Daki complained, rolling her eyes at the many obvious deaths that occurred when Y/N would be given out for service. "I know, I know, but she's mine! I'm not going to have any other man ogle her!" Daki sighed heavily but didn't try to stop him, only waving him off to attend to this business.

In the blink of an eye, Gyūtarō transported himself outside atop the roof, before observing the district and sniffing the air for her scent. It didn't take long before he managed to catch onto it before he quickly followed it as fast as he could, appearing merely as a blur or not appearing at all to those pathetic humans. He heard how the customer complimented her beauty, her body and all else. It pissed her off and all poor Y/N could do was smile and laugh in flattery as this human ogled her. He'd make it hurt extra for him. By the time Gyūtarō arrived at the designated area, they hadn't even arrived which brought the selfish demon much relief. ["I can just swoop in and kill him there, have her all to myself again..."] He quickly stalked the pair and waited for them to walk near a fairly desolate area. Once they did, he jumped down, startling them both in the process and Y/N of course, dreaded his presence but was too helpless to do anything. Before the man could get out a sound, Gyūtarō slashed him in half and quickly shielded Y/N from the blood splatter. She was sobbing at the sight, at the fact that she knew she'd never be free from this psychopath who seems to think of himself as her lover. "There, there, you're back with me now." The demon consoled her though clearly showed little care for what he did, her feelings and especially the man he had just slain. "Now, do me a favour and scream. You don't want to look like the bad guy now, do you?" She complied, but turned away from the corpse, as her demon stalker quickly retreated to the shadows, watching her intently with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Once she had caught the attention of the people, she began crying more and letting out whatever stress that was in her system as best as she could despite the demon being near. The people rushed over, asking many questions about what happened and what she saw. The courtesan didn't say anything and was eventually escorted back to her house, to where he would be waiting for her. Gyūtarō waited for her to arrive, and once she did, she was escorted to Daki's quarters. "Gyūtarō..." The poor courtesan gulped, hesitating to walk into the very room her demon stalker awaited her. "My beautiful Y/N, I've been waiting for you. Come here..." Gyūtarō wanted her in his arms again, wanted to feel her soft skin on his again. He craved her and he didn't understand why. He couldn't understand why not having her in his arms would drive him nearly mad but he didn't care. She was his and she was as perfect. She was his to admire and gaze upon in awe and desire, nobody else's. Y/N slowly stepped towards Gyūtarō, hesitating. The demon, however, had little patience as he then took her into his arms, trapping her in a caging embrace. "You did well, doll. As you always do..." He'd never let her leave, he'd be insane if he did. This courtesan was like no other human and Gyūtarō had decided that he wanted her, wanted to keep her as a pet of sorts, wanted to keep her as a sort of charm and she couldn't do a single thing because in the end, he was a demon over a century old that could easily kill her before she'd even realise and she was a mere human to him. Food. A beaut.

His favourite doll...

Fun fact: I used to to be a huge yandere writer before the smut began taking over and bet your ass I used the same damn context over and over again. I want to return to my roots and quite my yandere again and this time it will be beautiful.

Divider credits

The first green thing I can't describe

The star line

That white with green

Gradient + the other green

Lace (ling—)

[vickyvicarious]

Oh No. You made me aware of the implications of Mina's words (when Mina says that some may say that this is a happy occasion for her and Jonathan) that she nay already be dealing with peoples' Whispering or subtle comments... from Hawkins' circle perhaps.

Yeah. :(

See, the thing is, there has been talk since last year of an outside perspective of all this with various degrees of apparent shadiness in different characters (I think I made a post about exactly that last year). But most of those takes I've seen deal with people suspecting our main characters of outright murder. Arthur, getting into Mrs. Westenra's will and then killing her and Lucy off with the help of his doctor friends to cover up for him. Or even just killing Lucy after her mother dies and leaves everything to him. Jonathan and Mina killing Mr. Hawkins in order to inherit everything he has, including Jonathan's big promotion shortly beforehand. It's all very sinister-sounding stuff.

But it doesn't have to be that bad, even in other peoples' minds. For Arthur, his father's illness seems like something that would have been well-known, and of course he was due to inherit everything from him anyway since they were quite close and he has no siblings. It sounds like there were rumors going around about him and Lucy, so their engagement wouldn't have been a surprise. Mrs. Westenra kept her illness secret from Lucy, but not really the other characters, and it's possible she would have allowed some other friends in on the secret too, so her death might not be a surprise either. Lucy's illness was abrupt and tragic, but having a friendly doctor consult/care for an invalid at home wouldn't have been anything too weird, so it's not necessarily ringing alarm bells. The weirdest part is the inheritance and the super-fast funeral, but in addition to Arthur getting potentially more leeway since he's so high-status, the knowledge of his father's death at about the same time might have led people to be more excusing of him even if they didn't like how he conducted the funeral. The inheritance is really weird though, and I could see even people who trust he wasn't responsible for any deaths believing that he maybe manipulated or pressured an ill woman to convince her to sign off Lucy's money to him when he knows she's likely to die much sooner than Mrs. Westenra thinks. And then he had them both buried as fast as possible and tried to move right past it. Not necessarily murder, but scummy. Even then though, I feel like most people wouldn't be saying this kind of thing openly even if it did run through their minds - and it would be less likely to occur to most in the first place since they know Arthur more already.

But while Arthur's status, both as a rich and presumably well-liked member of high-society, and someone who was known to be close to both the Westenras before they fell ill, serves to make people more forgiving of him... Jonathan and Mina don't have any of that.

Jonathan didn't already have money, to point to and say "he didn't need to inherit that wealth anyway." Jonathan didn't have his own property to make him getting that house less weird. He didn't already have his own staff, he didn't already have his own title/job even. He worked for Mr. Hawkins. He literally only just became a lawyer a couple of months ago, and he hasn't even been in the country let alone actively involved in the practice for most of the time since then. His meteoric rise is definitely weird, especially if you consider that his relationship with Mr. Hawkins, pre-trip, seems to have been pretty professional. Maybe he and his boss both secretly were more fond of one another than that, but I don't get the sense they expressed it very much.

So it's much easier to make the jump to the Harkers killing Mr. Hawkins. But there's a leap that's even easier than that and in some ways sadder. We know that Mr. Hawkins didn't have family, and apparently his funeral wasn't super well attended. His gout had been an ongoing issue, and while that alone isn't typically enough to kill someone it can go along with other illnesses. Jonathan had worked for him since he was a boy, and then his first business trip went wrong.

I think it could be quite easy for people to assume that Jonathan was ambitious, and deliberately played on the feelings of a lonely, sick old man. Perhaps he manipulated his guilt as a way to get 'in' with him past professional roles, and then started acting the part of a son in order to con Mr. Hawkins into giving him everything. Again, it doesn't have to be murder to still be mercenary and cold.

At the very least, if you're an old acquaintance of Mr. Hawkins, or someone who has worked with him for a while, the sudden appointment of his former clerk as his chief mourner, heir to all his wealth and his legal practice - it definitely seems odd enough to attribute to greed. Jonathan and Mina don't have any social status or wealth to protect them from that, and so I feel like they could get a lot more open suspicion or scorn or snubbing than Arthur ever would. No one ever has to say a word about it looking like murder; they could make 'jokes' about the Harkers 'lucking out' or at least 'landing on their feet' with a certain tone and that would be enough to be quite hurtful (and yeah, Mina's line suggests that at least she suspects some are saying that). They could easily not give accounts to them, or back out of existing contracts, and apologize by saying they were used to counting on Mr. Hawkins' many years of experience, but Mr. Harker is... newer to this. They could just fail to make any social offers, in a way that the Harker probably couldn't call anyone out on. And so on.

[0mega-starl1ght]

hey uh I left a headcanon of Taranza I have under the cut if you wanna read it

Despite what he lets people believe, Taranza isn’t as fond of Kirby as people think. In fact, you could argue that he’s one of the Dream Friends that’s the least fond of Kirby ( not THE least, though- since people like Dark Meta Knight exist ) inside his own mind.

“Why is that?” you may ask? Well, the answer is pretty obvious.

After the events of Triple Deluxe, while he grew grief for Sectonia after her death, he also grew a… “loathing” for Kirby after he realized “Wait a second, I was forced to help this so-called hero in helping in murdering my own friend!” which, I don’t need to tell you, is a way to guarantee someone doesn’t forgive you, even if for the greater good ( unless said friend did something irredeemable which I’m too lazy to name some examples ). Sure, he did realize his actions of blindly following Sectonia’s rule were pretty stupid, but even then it’d be unrealistic for him ( at least to me ) to not have at least SOME loathing for Kirby after all of… that-

Though, the reason he isn’t open about this is because he knew if he was fully and openly honest about his feelings towards the pink puffball, his ass would get outcasted and hated into oblivion. After all, all these common folk only see him hating the oh-so golden child, perfect hero of Popstar for indirectly making him kill a tyrant that was trying to essentially fuck up people on a planet wide scale.

I imagine this would also make him one of the Dream Friends that would be the… more terrifying when severely pissed off. Before Triple Deluxe, he was REALLY hard to piss off badly, but after? While still hard to piss off in most circumstances, be careful not to openly speak ill about Sectonia in some major not-just-petty way or make fun of her, because if a Post-Triple Deluxe Taranza hears you then oh boy, if you don’t apologize afterward, then the authorities will only have your teeth to identify you by.

Trust me, a certain jester with a red and blue hat learned this the hard way ( dw Marx ain’t dead, he’s just seen shit ).

Also, as a very quick clarification- yes, I know Susie was also basically forced to help Kirby killed someone dear to her ( in this case her father ), but that is a different story for another day. Plus, I don’t think she’d loath Kirby as much compared to Taranza in this case due to different circumstances- specifically higher stakes ( Star Dream threatening to wipe out several planets worth of people while Flowered Sectonia could literally only wipe out ONE planet worth of people if she chose to ) and the general fact that Haltmann WOULDN’T have been killed if he didn’t try to use Star Dream in that specific moment ( which at that point he was already a goner ). Just felt the need to say that quickly in case people commented on it.

Some parts of this may be quite a stretch, but I just personally like believing Taranza having a bunch of bottled up anger regarding a dang circle.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed my headcanon info dump.

[hearthouses]

top 4 works of 2023

I was tagged by @nameslikeguns and also @preseriesdean was an inspiration, but I modified it to four because I'm not super proud of any of my edits this year and I wasn't able to squeeze out another fic before the end of the year, so we're going with top four! I am also not going to rank them, but list them in chronological order from their posting date.

This year was a better year than the last two in terms of writing output, I had a rough 2021 and posted nothing, and only posted one fic in 2022, so four is a massive improvement, even if it feels miniscule compared of other people's outputs. The Fall was when I was most productive and I am very proud of what I wrote then, exploring concepts I was particularly interested in, even if it's not the most popular and putting myslf out there regardless.

I think I would have continued that streak had I not gotten covid, then 2+ months of complications from covid, but I am trying to drag myself out of that funk. I am hoping to write more in 2024 as I have so many WIPs I want to get to and finish.

Anyway, here's the list:

1. when you're smiling and astride me

This was the first work I posted this year. It felt good to write it, but it also came with some challenges because I wrote it for an exchange and I was very nervous with some of the concepts and how they would go over. But the exchange itself was based on the idea of freeing your id and going wild, so I eventually just went with it and this was the result. I really love exploring Dean's feelings about his body and gender expression, and how Sam helps with it, and my only regret is I wish it was longer.

2. you say, go fast (i say, hold on tight)

This was written in a haze of early Fall because of another exchange that created a level of freedom that unlocked something in my brain that kept me from second guessing myself. It sprang from a concept fanvid and I came up with the idea wholesale from some mental images and let the story happen. I'm very fond of the result, even if it feels saccharine and too sweet and romantic for some. I really love the vibes and the imagery, plus how in love Sam and Dean are.

3. the landscape after cruelty

The process for this fic was grueling. No idea was working the way I wanted, so I needed to come up with a new idea altogether and at times, I almost didn't finish this fic. I have no playlist because I needed quiet to work on this. None of my usual preparations for writing fic worked for this one. The subject matter was daunting and I'm still unsure if I accomplished what I set out to, but I am proud of it. It's not very popular and I wonder if I hit the wrong notes often, but I'm also very protective of it. It's a weird fic that I'm not sure how I feel about the end result 100%, but I had to at least try and explore my feelings around the subject matter.

4. we could live forever in each other’s faces

This fic was written during the height of my illness. It wasn't supposed to be the fic I wrote because I had bigger plans (longer, more complicated fics), so I needed to scale them down to something more managable. How I did that was I chose to write the scenes in a series of drabbles, double drabbles, and triple drabbles, so I could focus on the preciseness of the word count. While this style of writing might feels limiting, it helps me to focus. I really love the dreamy, fairytale-like result of this. I still want to write a longer fic about these themes, but I am glad I wrote this all the same.

[rabbitenn]

May I request HCs for Riku with an s/o who specializes in the medical field and works as a healthcare professional in terms of internship as they’re actually a medical student suffering at med-school? They also love taking care of Riku. Take your time on this request, this anon that requested the eccentric cat-like s/o with the twins, I adore your works and your writing is so pretty! I love it very much. 💙

THANK YOU FOR YOUR EVERYTHING.

Your gentle care is his best medicine.

ft. Nanase Riku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, a little bit of angst, comfort for Riku.

hello, dear ! Thank you so much for your kind words and for your request <3 even if I’m posting it so late, I hope you still enjoy.

— You were actually one of the first people to find out about Riku’s respiratory illness.

— In the same way he didn’t want to make it known to his friends and groupmates, your boyfriend conveniently omitted the detail with you as well.

— However, one day you asked him to let you practise listening to his heart and lungs with your stethoscope.

— His symptoms had been controlled lately, so the idol didn’t think you’d find anything out of the ordinary.

— And anyway, he could never say no to you.

— The stethoscope feels cool against his skin, but your hands are so gentle…

— Then, you suddenly pull away, silence hanging between you two.

— “Riku, why didn’t you tell me?” You ask him, trying to meet his warm gaze.

— He avoids your eyes.

“Tell you what?” He laughs, a bit nervous.

— “Riku…” you sit down, facing him. “You have asthma, don’t you? Why didn’t you say anything? I could help…”

— Your partner sighs, shoulders slumping.

“I didn’t want to… to be a burden…” He mumbles.

— Now it’s you who sighs.

“You’re never a burden, you hear me? Never.” Your hand squeezes his in reassurance. “I will not stop you from chasing your dreams either, you know.” You sit next to him, still looking at him. “Just please, take care and let me care for you too. I promise I want to, and you’re not a liability.”

— “You mean it?” He asks, those puppy-like eyes of his making you want to hug him right then and there.

— “I swear, Riku.” You utter, with a tender kiss to his cheek.

— For a fleeting moment, he closes his eyes, letting himself breathe in the warmth of your embrace. He’d be okay, and he’d make you happy.

— That aside, Riku thinks it’s so cool you’re studying medicine!

— Granted, he is not fond of hospitals due to having spent most of his childhood in one, but he admires and supports your career path.

— To be able to help people who are struggling with their health… He really is proud of you.

— However, he’s still going to worry if you stay up until too late memorizing anatomy and physiology.

— On instances like this, he tries for you to take a break, reminding you of how you always tell him to rest enough before performances.

— You smile up at him tiredly. He’s right, you’ve invited him to stay the night at your place, you should pay more attention to him.

— With a soft yawn, you cuddle by his side, your books put to rest for the night.

— You needed this. To let your mind unwind, to indulge in the loving embrace of your cute boyfriend, to just be with him in the calmness of your room.

— “Thank you, Riku.” You muse, as your lips curve up gently.

— He holds you a little closer to him, a smile matching yours on his adorable features, as you two drift off into sleep.

— There are other times, however, when not everything is so easy.

— With the change of the seasons, Riku’s condition tends to take turns for the worse. And even if it always ends up stabilizing again, that doesn’t really stop you from worrying.

— That is why you are extra careful about him taking his medicines and inhalers, always making sure that he doesn’t forget them when he has performances.

— The moment your boyfriend begins coughing, you’re by his side instantly.

— At first, you always try to calm him down, trying to melt away the stress that seems to close in over his chest.

— But if that doesn’t work, you carry an inhaler just in case, and have mastered how to use a nebulizer just for him, excelling in all your classes.

— It pains you to see him not being able to sing the encore at this concert, but you know going on when he’s in such condition would put him in danger.

— You know how much it hurts him too, his heartbreak palpable in the desperation in his eyes.

— But he has you, your hand is in his, and you keep the nebulizer’s mask in position until he stabilizes.

— “I’m sorry, Riku… But I just… I had to do something…” You tell him, your arms wrapping around his form.

— He leans on you, returning the hug.

— “I’m sorry [Y/n]… I wanted to sing for you…”

— “Shhh it’s okay, love.” You cradle his cheeks in between your palms, wiping away the tears that have escaped his sunset eyes. “I want you to be well, first and foremost.”

— “I’ll get better for you.” He vows, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, your hands running soothingly down his back.

— When the cold months approach, you make sure that Riku’s throat doesn’t get cold.

— Reminding him to grab his scarf when he goes out, making him warm tea with honey and keeping your home clean and warmed up for when he visits.

— But of course, nothing warms him up more than the way you love and care for him.

— He hopes to perform at his best for you very soon.

[bonefall]

A family member walked in on me making this thing and said, "GOOD LORD WHAT IS THAT" so I think this is a good moment to save and touch a little bit of grass before I continue

Pre-Lake RiverClan family tree be upon ye. HEAVY heavy heavy WIP though, as you can see there is an abrupt stop when I start figuring out post-TNP pairings, but everyone from Mapleshade's Vengeance/Darkstar's Commandment up to TigerClan is pretty locked and loaded.

Disorganized thoughts;

I keep waffling on where Graymist and Mintfur are going to go.

It is very important that Gray, Mint, and Ice are not related because of the canon family tree, unless I did some more reworks

Heavily considering shacking up Icewing with Rainstorm instead of Mint, and just cutting Mint completely

Why? Because Rainstorm has backstory now as a HalfClan cat and the brother of the ill-fated Rippletail, plus Mintfur has a name conflict with SkyClan Mintfur anyway.

Planning on grabbing ancient RiverClan from the field guides to plug up the ? spaces.

Idk why I feel like Greenflower should have a sibling. Probably going to use them as a kill in TPB.

Grasswhisker might end up too old for Stonestream, but remain as an honor dam with co-parenting, or get an in-between generation.

Maybe she will have Graymist?? And then GRAYMIST is the mate of Pebblefoot or Stonestream...

Eventually I want Troutstream in the Swan/Moss family so... hmm. Maybe Trout is directly from Stone. Honor-siring?

Shadepelt could also have Graymist and that will work pretty well, since it will make Graymist pretty far-removed and also plop her in a Thistle-leaning family

Darkstar's nephew, Perchpaw, becomes Perchshine just before he leaves to join the barn in Darkstar's Commandment. I imagine he had a kitten at one point who was given to RiverClan Cloudtail-style but I'm not sure who it was.

Leopardstar has a sister who survives now because I need the genes. Her name is Carpwhisker. Not fond of the minor canon implication that actually Leopardstar's problems stem from being spoiled. (Also Brightsky is not actually dead, she left the clans. Only Mudfur and Crookedstar know this.)

If you're familiar with Appledusk's litter you've probably noticed already that I split them up, and replaced them. Only Applefrost remains; Duskwater is now the mom of Rainflower, who is the bearer of the curse instead of Shellheart.

I think it's fitting that Mapleshade killed Rain's mom in the storm where she gave birth to Oak and Crooked.

This tree is actually TOO clean, there's 19 unique ancestors on it which I plan to crunch a bit by making some of the oldest cats into siblings.

RE: Check out my Three Strict Rules on the helpful info for the family tree; cats are considered "clean" after 3 generations.

[dalmascan-requiem]

Ensembles: Curry

(Vierapril Day 17 - Meal)

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A warm meal is always welcome, and it can remind you of fond memories.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: none

(vierapril main post)

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A series of short scenes involving curry. It's my favorite food and it happens to be the boys' favorite food as well, albeit for more sentimental reasons.

The recipe used throughout is a simplified version of the Japanese curry I make :) The formatting of the recipe bits doesn't quite work on Tumblr, but I think the point still gets across.

Gather ingredients–make sure there is a starch or meat to help thicken

Finely chop the vegetables 

Place in pot with a bit of water and salt and wait until soft (butter and white wine are good too)

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"What are you making, Gemna?"

Gale curiously looks over the Bangaa's shoulder at the pot she was stirring, which causes her to snicker. "It's curry, surely you've had it before?"

"I have, but… it hasn't looked like this before."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"N-Nothing! Nothing bad." Gale quickly waves his hands in apology before continuing. "I just wanted to know how you make it."

"Well, I'm happy to teach you." Gemna flashes a toothy smile. "But the truly great thing about curry is that there are so many ways to prepare it, different spices you can use… no two recipes will taste the same."

She stirs the pot again before waving Gale over. "Of course, my curry is the best, though. Taste it."

With a nod, the Viera tastes the curry. "Huh… this is… sweet? The other curries I've tried have been spicy."

"And that's why my curry is so much better." Gemna gives a self-satisfied huff. "Spicy curry can upset the patrons' stomachs, especially after they've been drinking. But this sweeter curry has a more gentle kick, and it's hardy enough to help our customers sober up."

"...Sober up to have them buy more drinks?"

"Exactly. Now, come here, I'll show you what I used…"

~~~

When to add meat? Do what feels right

When vegetables are soft, add more water and salt More water means thinner curry

Bring to simmer

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"Here you are. Make sure to eat up, okay? You'll heal faster with a full stomach."

"How could I not?" The injured Resistance soldier grins at Gale as he takes the food. "Your food always reminds me of home. Especially your curry!"

Gale returns the grin with a smile of his own. "That makes me happy. Just don't eat it too fast."

He chuckles as the soldier nods, unable to reply with food in his mouth. "Now then, what's next…"

"I believe you're forgetting something."

Gale quickly turns to the source of the voice, unable to hold back his excitement. "Laurent! You're back. How was everything? Did you get some curry?"

Laurent gives an exasperated huff as he holds up two plates. "Yes, I did, but you've forgotten to get a plate for yourself. Again."

"I've been busy, that's all–"

"You can't care for anyone if you fall ill yourself, my love."

Gale sighs and takes one of the plates wordlessly–he knew his partner was right. The other Viera quietly chuckles as he leads him toward an empty bench. "This curry smells… spicier than normal."

"Yes… the rations we have are not the freshest." Gale sits down with another sigh and takes a bite before continuing. "I needed to use more spices than normal to mask the unpleasantness. Besides, the soldiers generally prefer spicy curry anyway."

"Hm, that is true. Not that I'm complaining… you seem to be able to turn anything into a meal everyone wants to eat."

Gale feels his cheeks heat up, and not all of it was from the spices. "I'm glad you think that, my love…"

~~~

Once simmering, add spices (a satchel is enough) (spice blocks easier to travel with but bitter—add sweetness) -- (mind the heat if someone has an Ishgardian palette)

Let cook for a quarter bell, covered

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"I did not expect to find you here, Kris."

"And I did not expect you to be awake, milord." Kris turns from the simmering pot to the Elezen near the kitchen door.

"Must you with the 'milords' and formalities? We're in private company, simply call me Hauchefant."

"As you wish." Kris felt a tinge of frustration–Hauchefant seemed determined to spend time with him and try to pry some information from him. That in itself wasn't the problem… it's just that Kris didn't understand why. The knight seemed unconcerned with earning favor with the Warrior of Light… he just seemed interested in the person with the title.

He was far too nice, especially considering how frigid Ishgard was. It put him on edge.

"May I ask what you're making? Or is that to be a mystery, as well?"

In his ruminations, he didn't notice Hauchefant coming close to look into the pot.

Too close, really. "It's curry." Kris moves away from the pot–and Haurchefant–to grab a couple of plates. "You may have some if you'd like, though I worry it may not appeal to… an Ishgardian palette."

"Sounds like a fine time to expand my horizons." Hauchefant watches Kris with a bemused look as he ladles curry on top of some rice. "Where, pray tell, did you learn such a recipe? Something from home?"

"No. But it does remind me of family."

"Family, you say? Well, then I must try it." Hauchefant takes a bite of the curry, seemingly ready to continue asking questions, but instead breaks into a coughing fit.

Kris can't help but chuckle as he passes the Elezen a glass of water. "I did warn you…"

"T-that you did." Hauchefant quickly downs the glass of water and coughs a few more times before continuing. "That is quite an… intense flavor, but a good one nevertheless."

Kris offers a small smile as he begins to eat. "If it pleases you, I can make it milder next time."

"That sounds wonderful! I shall look forward to it."

~~~

Add honey and secret ingredient (? What did Gemna mean by this??)  ~ (something sweet?)(a fruit?) (perhaps bitter) (coffee?) (needs to melt) (chocolate?)

Stir, remove from heat

Serve hot with a side of rice

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"Here you are, my love."

"Thank you." Laurent offers Kris a small smile before picking up a spoon, but he stops just short of taking a bite. "This… isn't as spicy as the curry we had in Thavnir, is it?"

Kris laughs before sitting beside Laurent with his own plate. "I don't think I'd ever be able to replicate the curry Zero requested. Nor would it be healthy for anyone to do so. Just try it!"

Laurent looks back at the curry. He notices that it doesn't particularly look spicy–it even looks familiar. "Well, you've never made a bad batch of curry…" He takes a bite, deliberately taking stock of the flavors before his eyes light up. "It tastes just like the curry Gemna used to make."

"It does! It took me a long time, but I finally figured out what her 'secret ingredient' was." Kris takes a few bites before continuing. "It was chocolate, if you can believe it."

"Chocolate? It doesn't taste like chocolate…"

"Of course not. But the sweetness helps to negate the spices' bitterness without overpowering the spice itself. Ingenious, really. I don't know why Gemna wouldn't just tell me, though…"

"She probably knew you'd figure it out. Or just wanted to tease you."

"Probably the second." Kris chuckles at the thought in between bites.

"Definitely the second."

[prismatoxic]

re-reading chapter 61 in the hopes of finding more info on the communication faries (there doesn't seem to be much) and oh look! that's also the "kabru and mithrun get stuck together" chapter

u want some kabumisu thoughts

kabru is trying to pick mithrun apart to best ingratiate himself so he can then sabotage the canaries' attempt to retake the dungeon before laios can defeat the lunatic magician. typical kabru solution to a problem; he knows he's not as good of a fighter as he is a manipulator. he also doesn't trust mithrun, nor does he think mithrun trusts him. the best course of action is to get mithrun as close to trust as he can for a good chance to strike.

...but he's finding it hard to do. it's not compelling him the way this sort of task usually does, even if it's his only plan.

even so, when they run into a shapeshifter, kabru's version of mithrun is physically identical and its personality seems the same as well. kabru's skills of observation are not to be taken lightly.

(mithrun is not even remotely skilled in this department. i imagine the way his trauma has changed his view of the world is also involved though)

besides being a funny gag, mithrun's evident disinterest in picking kabru apart as a person calms him down. this is when he starts to see mithrun less as a threatening enemy and more just... a kind of strange person.

i don't have much to say about this one, it's just really fucking funny. he doesn't even realize that scribbly version of kabru is wrong. i assume his vision isn't the issue here; like yes it must be limited with only the one eye, but that's not limited vision, that's "my brain doesn't parse the world the way other people's do". mithrun TBI real. anyway

(i'm trying to talk about kabumisu so i'm not gonna post all the fucking hysterical panels of kabru lamenting turning into laios if he has to cook monsters, but. go re-read chapter 61 if you haven't recently, it's very good)

not to read too much into an adorable smile, but i think seeing mithrun eat like a child is endearing kabru to him a lot. it's getting harder and harder to view him as an enigmatic adversary. sure, there's plenty of mysteries surrounding him, but he's also just... not a very scary person, nor does he hold ill will towards kabru. he's not an enemy.

mithrun saving kabru from nightmares after they eat is probably another point in his favor (even if he smacked kabru to do it). kabru doesn't know yet exactly why he's been told to tend to mithrun--why mithrun needs tending at all--but mithrun being willing to protect him in turn certainly implies he's not resentful of the arrangement.

mithrun you are so baby

talk about ship fuel... but on a more serious note, i really love how kabru jumps into action here. it's very in-character for him, but also it's just a good show of what that character is--he's already pushing himself to go above and beyond for a man he didn't want to be stuck with in a situation he didn't ask for. i think he's already fond of mithrun to some degree by this point, but even so... his concern is evident, and it's not self-serving. kabru isn't trying to keep mithrun alive to further his own goals... he's trying to keep mithrun alive because he's a person and he deserves to live. we know kabru has no qualms with murdering people if they're "bad" (and what that says for him and his perceptions about when it's okay to choose life or death for someone else is surely an entire post on its own), but he doesn't want mithrun to die nor does he think mithrun is worthy of death in general.

anyway this is why i stopped reading and started making this post. kabru wished to care for mithrun so bad that the dungeon answered his call. the way mithrun says this, it implies this isn't just a normal desire; the dungeon would be granting wishes all the time in that case. (however, through his lens, we for sure can spot the many times it has helped the touden party). the desire here was just that strong.

haha do you remember when mithrun reveals his true remaining desire at the end of the manga. remember how he didn't know before the fight was over. that he thought it was revenge he wanted. but actually it was for the demon to finish him off. haha. i just think

anyway kabumisu good. and this is only the beginning of their dynamic!!!

[littlemisstfc]

Why TFP Doesn't Work For Me Anymore:

Hello, Hola, こんにちは。

Welcome back to this side of the Hundred Acre Woods. I do miss the feeling of writing on Tumblr here, so from here on and for a New Years resolution, I’ll try to write a new post every other week with thoughts I’ve had since December 2022. A lot has happened since I’ve started grad school and I have a part time job now, so there will be periods of inactivity. Hopefully, my writing can reflect my current opinions right to the best of my abilities, and I hope that you all enjoy them.

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Alright, let’s cut to the chase: I kind of think Transformers Prime isn’t good, to me at least. Let me make it very clear: just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean you should stop loving it. After all, the world would be boring if we all shared the same opinion. I’m letting you all right now: I will be dropping a lot of bombshells that will rub off some of you the wrong way. For that, I advise skipping out on this one. Anyways…Transformers Prime is objectively a good show. The animation is the show’s biggest strengths, characters like Ratchet, Knockout, and Dreadwing are fun and interesting, the humor is good, I appreciate its commitment to darker subject matter, and several episodes such as, “Thirst” and “Stronger, Faster” are perhaps one of the best pieces of Transformers media in general. But…at the same time, it’s kind of messy.

From a lack of commitment to storylines to characters that don't feel put together to having stuff that screams Unfortunate Implications to its ending, Transformers Prime is a show that I stray from the more I get older and I have exposure to more Transformers media. On one hand, I appreciate this show being the reason why I got back into Transformers and hell, it’s a part of my username after all aksksksksksjsjsjsjsjsjkakakasa. It also made an impact on Transformers through characters like Knockout appearing in other media. On the other hand, I felt like its godlike status doesn’t make it exempt from criticism. No media is truly perfect, and it’s about time I get into the nitty gritty of why I’m not fond of TFP. Even if you don’t agree with me, at least hear me out.

3, 2, 1, Pingu.

MY FINISH-

My main problem with Transformers Prime is the lack of commitment to furthering certain storylines as well as character growth. Sure, there is character growth from characters such as Arcee and storylines like Starscream trying to be the boss he wanted to be are quite entertaining. However, at the same time, its commitment to its own status quo made this show an entire chore to watch. It felt like a majority of characters are still the same ol by the end of the series, like it felt like what could’ve been sources of character growth are instead ignored in the next episode. The Bulkhead getting sick storyline is the best example of this issue. At one point in Season 2, Bulkhead got infected with toxic energon and it seemed like he would have to stay behind on base. On paper, it’s an interesting premise. It could give him a storyline of feeling insecure over no longer being the bruiser of the team, and learning to overcome these insecurities through ways such as recognizing his other strengths. At the same time, Miko deals with her anxiety over Bulkhead’s predicament and the episode, “Hurt” is the proof of the writing potential here. However, it ended up being resolved too quickly after Smokescreen entered the picture. Bulkhead ended up recovering from his illness rather quickly and his small feud with Smokescreen is over and the next episode, they’re kiking with each other.

Along with other storylines such as the Orion Pax arc, Starscream becoming a neutral at one point, and the Predacons arc, the entire show is like this. It also doesn’t help that characters like Breakdown and Airachnid are thrown to the side, mainly due to their voice actors being too expensive to hire. Meanwhile, other characters like Dreadwing were also killed off due to the show refusing to change the status quo for the sake of furthering the story. And why is this the problem? Well…this show is one of the most notorious examples of Troubled Production. 

In shorter words, the show experienced a lot of production trouble in the writing and budget department, which is mostly John Hasbro’s doing. The company meddled one too many times throughout the show’s entire run, especially with the casting and writing. Originally, the third season was supposed to be about pirates, but a new director was then hired and they basically said, “nope, fuck that,” and made the entire team rewrite the story from scratch. It’s gotten so bad that an ex crew member created an entire ass binder of everything that went wrong. Just, my god... 

The amount of production issues definitely reflected in the show itself. Its strict adherence to Status Quo Is God, having what seems to be a game changing storyline and doing nothing with it, is so frustrating, because the potential of the writing is there. It wants to say something, but couldn’t because the problem behind the curtain is too much to ignore.

"It's Knockout's fault." "Precisely, my-WHAT!?"

First things first, I hate Jack.

Next.

Most of the cast is fine. Ratchet and Knockout are the best characters of their respective character groups, Fowler is the best human character, Miko & Raf are precious, Bee, Arcee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Smokescreen are enduring and likable, Shockwave, Starscream, Soundwave, and Breakdown are the scene stealers besides the best characters I mentioned. Unfortunately, due to the aforementioned production issues, these characters made me ask one question: who are they? Not only does the writing and story never commit to the biggest twists the shows set up, but it never explores any of the characters’ story arcs and motivations. We never learn anything about these people. True, characters like Miko and Ratchet do get character development. However, with characters like Arcee and Starscream, their pain are the only focus that is, “character growth.” Arcee is reduced to her trauma of losing her partners, and the show never allowed her time to grieve properly. In fact, it seems to condemn her for acting like any other person who has to deal with their loved ones’ killers. By the end, her grief and learning to cope with it is pushed aside and it feels like Cliffjumper and Tailgate’s deaths amount to nothing. To have the most prominent female Transformer reduced to her pain is no different from making a female character in TFA be tied to a man’s pain. It’s kind of disgusting of the show to be so dismissive of her storyline like that. Like…I’m sorry, but she deserves fucking better. And it’s no different with Starscream. Homeboy endured so much horrific shit for far longer than is comfortable, and for the show to just push his pain as, “karma” is fucking disgusting. True, he ain’t no saint and he only has himself to blame for his flaws and behavior. However, by having him be the countless target of abuse throughout the show, it only made me want to help him leave the Decepticons for good. He deserves better. It’s why I appreciate Earthspark existing, because it called out his Butt Monkey status and shows how it deeply affects him. And speaking of who is responsible for dishing out this abuse, it’s time to speak about the one half of two characters whom I don’t especially kiki with.

Megatron is just an irredeemable monster here. I love truly despicable and evil characters as much as the next guy, but with this guy, he just feels so off. The jarring disconnect between his backstory and how much of a despicable piece of shit he is results in a character that felt too evil, not to mention filled with the Unfortunate Implications of having a revolutionary with strokes of current social issues turn into a flat out bad guy turned up to 100. Before any of you say, “erm, actually IT HAPPENS IN REAL LIFE” to me, let me point this out: I’m approaching this as a person of color. The revolutionary Megatron characterization is a trope that is botched most of the time, because it doesn’t have the nuance and approach that is required to pull it off. If done well, we have Earthspark Megatron (so far). As a result, we have TFP Megatron. 

He’s just that: evil. It also doesn’t help that he has a half assed redemption arc in Predacons Rising. “I now know the true meaning of oppression.” BITCH, YOU FUCKING KILLED PEOPLE. This entire storyline doesn't make up for the utterly despicable shit he did throughout the series. With him still alive, it felt like he faced no consequences for his actions. Him dying and with his body on Earth, with the last face he saw being the one he brutalized the most, is an appropriate punishment! Yes, him being alive and dealing with the consequences of his actions is also a good punishment. However, with the sudden rush from point A to B, his resolve to self exile himself doesn’t feel earned. To me, he doesn’t seem like he’s truly sorry for his actions. Like…EWWW. Fuck out of here, he’ll never be Earthspark Megatron. 

Yes, it’s a joy to see Frank Welker back as Megatron. Yes, he has admittingly few moments of being a delicious evil bastard. Yes, I do understand why some would like the redemption arc. However, for me, he doesn’t work for me.

Now to the other half, we get to the other half of the characters I don’t kiki with. Good lord…this Optimus is just ehhh. Except for the few moments of the same warmth I associate with Optimus, he is just there. He doesn’t feel like a character; he feels like the start of the motivations of other characters. He’s the Deus Ex Machina when the situation gets too serious. We never got any moment to truly know about him as a person, his dynamic with the team feel like they’re more coworkers like a family, and the “Primes don’t party” logic only feels like an excuse to justify him being the Stoic and Serious Optimus characterization that plagues the 2010s. When you compare him to other Optimi, it feels like a jarring disconnect. TFA Optimus shows that you can have an Optimus with a personality and Bayverse Optimus shows that you can have a stoic Optimus with more to him than meets the eye. Plus, moments such as his conversation with Arcee after the entire fiasco with Starscream in Season 1 just feels like condescending compassion at best. Sure, he has well meaning intentions. However, as the bestie Tea-mew explains, it comes across as him invalidating Arcee’s trauma. Just because he is an older figure doesn’t make him correct all the time. She doesn’t owe anything to Starscream and Airachnid, she has every right to feel angry and disgusted at them both. Just god, it’s this moment that pretty much made me decide not to vibe with him anymore. Plus, with how Orion Pax is more interesting and had more development than Optimus ever did, that’s when the writers should’ve looked at the script twice. 

Yes, it’s a joy to see Peter Cullen as Optimus again. Yes, he has his fair share of charming moments. Yes, I understood that he has his own fair share of tragedies that made him the way he is. However, like Megatron, for me, he doesn’t work for me. Notice how I used the same wording here. For me, they both don’t work for me. They’re perhaps one of my least favorite versions of the characters, especially since other Transformers media showed that you can make them both interesting characters. Stoicism doesn’t justify blandness, and evilness doesn’t justify blandness. If you like them, that’s okay. I rather not bother with them both.

Welp, there goes my Twitter follower count.

There are other issues plaguing the series. As much of a fun and interesting character he is, Knockout is also a gay stereotype. I’ll talk about it more sometime in the future, but in shorter terms: this bit from the TFWiki on Knockout’s page is all you need to know.

“When asked at BotCon 2011, the Prime writers said that there is no designation for gay, or straight, for that matter, on Cybertron, where Transformers are created by the AllSpark, not through sexual reproductions. They also said that Knock Out is a knock out, and that the Nemesis is a very "don't ask, don't tell" place. And then they jokingly deflected the matter, claiming that Knock Out's mannerisms are not caused by any particular orientation, but are simply eccentricities caused by "a glitch in the AllSpark" the day he was created... which is unintentionally so insulting to gay people that it could create an awkward silence in the Void."

Okay, WHAT THE ACTUAL F-

Season 2 feels like a mish mash of things the writers were throwing at the board that day. While Season 3 hit the highs of Season 1, it's also a mish mash that is poorly constructed. We never really got closure on characters like Airachnid and Shockwave. Predacons Rising represents everything that affects Prime in the long run, except for a few gems throughout. Like I said, Prime is objectively a good show. However, compared to other Transformers shows, it’s an aesthetic, no substance type of show. If you wanna watch a show filled with a small cast of characters, set on Earth, deal with heavier subject matter, and have exciting moments, just go watch Beast Wars. This show feels like Transformers if it was written by a 12 year old edgelord. The show has a dark and brooding aesthetic, but the story really isn’t. It doesn’t have a lot to say about the premise of Transformers, as well as confusing violence and edginess for complex stories and characters. In fact, let me say this: TFP is too afraid to commit to change and it greatly suffers for it.

Conclusion: Once again…

I wanna make it clear again that just because I don’t like Transformers Prime doesn’t mean you should stop loving it. Don’t let my opinions influence yours. If you like, that’s great.

I felt bad about my current opinions about Prime as a whole because it does deserves its flowers and fanbase for what it does for Transformers as a whole. However, it’s also not a flawless masterpiece like everyone says it is.

I’m most likely never gonna rewatch it again cause it’s not my thing, and that’s okay. In case I do, I just watch clips of my favorite moments. The ultimate irony is that I have the initials of the show I don’t Kiki with anymore. I could change it, but it’s like the annoying younger sibling to me. I can’t really get rid of it aksksksk.

While I appreciate this show for getting me back into Transformers and for bringing characters like Knockout into mainline Transformers, it’s just not for me.

Anyways, Pingu.

[jakowskis]

s2 time! i'm not gonna be as thorough with it as i was w s1 bc i'm not a huge fan of season 2 ff but here goes

(this post's gonna be tosh/owen + some fragments talk, then i'm gonna reblog with a day in the death stuff, and then ill make a separate post for adam bc. woo nelly. that one warrants it.)

so lets start with the tosh/owen differences. a lot of their little scenes in s2 are markedly different - mostly as far as body language. there's a surprising amount of physical affection between them.

four separate occasions (eps 3, 4, 8, and 9) where there's physical affection between them in the script that didn't make it into the episode. i find this intriguing. tosh and owen are both very... non-affectionate people. both of them could be, with someone they loved romantically, but they don't strike me as the type of people who like to cuddle with their friends. they're both naturally very aloof and non-touchy, which makes that casual physical touch very ooc. i imagine that's why it didn't end up on screen. i figure the writers here knew the show was meant to push the tosh/owen angle in s2, but it's interesting to me that it ended up being a lot more subtle and... awkward in the show itself. i've already said i'm not a towen fan, for many reasons, but one is that there's just... zero chemistry between them (in s2, anyway). every interaction is forced and uncomfortable. it's weird enough that i was thrown off by it for a long time and couldn't figure out what the show was trying to do with them, lmao. i know that their awkwardness probably appeals to some people, and is cute or smth, but i dislike it personally. mostly i'm just petty the show reduced tosh down to that relationship tbh but whatever.

i can't help but wonder if they had this casual physical affection with each other, and if it fit in and didn't feel ooc for them, if i would like them as a couple more. but honestly i have thought about what the show could've done to make tosh/owen endear me, and i don't think uncharacteristic physical affection would be it. i do like that first scene, the way their communication styles clash a bit and they don't know quite how to talk to each other. i like owen awkwardly trying to comfort her, i love when he does that, how it's like a baby deer walking for the first time fhsdjfkds. im very endeared by the way owen's empathy is either out of nowhere and all-consuming, or something he has to force and is awkward about wielding. whenever he tries to be kind it's very tentative, because it doesn't come natural to him (anymore, at least), but he does care enough to try. i'm so fond of it. also hes sooo nd ehehe. tosh too.

will say this: i do appreciate owen getting hugs. he does need it. tosh needs it too. if the team WAS physically affectionate with each other they'd be better off, i think.

two more tosh/owen things...

see, this is what i mean when i say i couldn't tell what the show was doing with them. the SHOW can't even tell. this whole scene is written very vaguely, with little insight into owen's head, like the damn writer doesn't even know why he finally agreed. this is probably my, like, fourth favorite tosh/owen scene, which isn't saying much, 'cause i still don't really like it. it's cute in like, three spots, but mostly it just feels... weird. i don't understand what burn was intending with his acting choices, because owen comes across as insincere and slightly snide. it's weird and gross, and it rubs me wrong. i don't know if he's trying to be casual and play it cool or something, but the way he laughs at her makes me wanna punch him. the way owen treats tosh is just about the only place i legitimately can't stand him.

one last bit about it. see, 'fondly'. in the actual scene, i would describe the way owen looks at her in this moment as.... amused (at her expense) and slightly condescending. like he thinks she's laughable. it fucking bothers me. which sucks because i wanna like them, i do. i think they could be compatible. but the way he treats her in canon is nauseating and i can't get behind it.

right, and then two fragments moments i wanna discuss

all i really wanna say here is again (as mentioned in my end of days talk), chibnall didn't specify owen crying or anything, but he spends his whole segment of this ep in tears. point is i wanna thank burn gorman for the way owen constantly is teary eyed and miserable, with those big pretty brown doe eyes of his. it means the world to me. thats all

actually it's not all cuz i also wanna point out jack grabbing owen to stop him instead of owen collapsing into tears and sobbing into jacks chest while jack holds him. the dead man walking script similarly didn't specify the physical touch between jack and owen in the three places it appears, so i imagine that was largely something decided by the actors... i'm very compelled by the three separate instances where we see owen attack jack one minute / at one point in the ep and then sob in his arms the next. their relationship is sooo unhealthy fff

[reluctant-mandalore]

Fictober Day 2: Dancing

After a job Boba and Ann go to celebrate at a cantina. Ann is into dancing, Boba is into watching.

Warnings: established relationship (sort of its complicated), alcohol consumption, references to sex (none is actually described or shown), fluff, flirting, set pre-sarlacc, soft boba, hint of jealous Boba, aro4aro relationship, not beta read Pairing: Boba Fett x Original Character (oc: Anneliese LeClaire) Wordcount: 3,433 a/n: "hey cy did you know its December-" shhhh time is an illusion. And I am slowly working back into writing more often (mental illness is a bitch). Also this is my first time actually posting a fic for Ann and Boba. Sometime next year I would like to finally begin posting the official longfic I've been working on for them, but till then y'all will get some one shots here and there. Important things to note: Ann and Boba are both written as aro and they're in an aro4aro relationship. Ann is taller (5'10) then Boba, I wrote Boba as being 5'7 (based off Temuera's height). This one shot is also set pre-sarlacc, some years before he falls in. Ok thats it. Enjoy boba being soft and sweet with ann. :3 Translations: Mesh'la = Beatuiful, Permacrete = concrete

The cantina has an awful smell. It’s an atrocious blend of booze and sweat that makes his nose scrunch with disgust. Though the music is somehow worse. It's too loud in his ears, blasting its obnoxious tunes while the colourful lights above flash to its beat. This place is more of a nightclub than a regular old cantina in his opinion. Neither of which he really enjoys on a good day if he’s honest, but still he sits there anyway. A cup of whiskey is in his hand, and his helmet set to the side, while his eyes are trained on nothing but her. 

Ann is on the dance floor. There’s a smile on her face, and her own drink in hand. Her body moves and sways to the tunes almost naturally. Weaving among the others on the floor like there’s nowhere else she belongs.

 She almost seems to thrive here. Unlike him who seems out of place, and preferring to sit in a dark corner at a lonely table. He just doesn’t understand the appeal that places like this give. He really isn’t a fan of blaring music and sweaty bodies in his personal space bumping together. Unless it's among the sheets at least—and even that he’s only fond of sometimes. 

It doesn’t take long for someone to take an interest in her. Someone other than Boba of course. Someone always does when they come to these places. And he can feel himself pause mid-sip, as he watches the person move in closer to her. A bit too close for his liking. The two of them begin to dance together rather than alone, and he can’t help but watch a little more intensely now as they do. A pit of jealousy bubbling in his gut that he tries his best to ignore.

 Boba knows he could just look away. Knows he doesn’t have to watch. Knows he has no reason to be jealous. Dancing like this means nothing to Ann. She barely even lets the other person in close enough touch. But despite the jealousy he fails miserably to keep back, there’s also something he finds enjoyable in watching her dance. He’s not even sure what it is. Maybe it has to do with how the lights reflect in her eyes as she laughs, or how beautiful her body moves with the others around her. But maybe, it is sometime else entirely. 

Maybe it's because as he watches, he imagines it's him dancing with her instead. 

Ann notices him watching, because of course she does, and she gives a smile. A teasing, but tiny grin, that's meant for him alone. It's a look that calms his envious thoughts, and leaves him suddenly feeling hot under his armor. The bit of jealousy he had fading into a rolling wave of desire. He almost smiles back. Almost. But he takes another sip of his drink instead. Let’s the bittersweet taste settle on his tongue to try and wash away his thoughts. 

It doesn’t really work of course. Boba goes back to watching. Goes back to wondering—dreaming—about what it would be like if he was the one with her instead. He can’t seem to stop himself. Can’t stop the thoughts of how he’d look out there with her. How close she’d be to him. How breathtaking she looks. It's all swarming there in his head. A never ending tumble of thoughts and emotions that keeps him captivated with her. 

At some point the person dancing with her leans closer to whisper in her ear, and suddenly he finds himself fighting off the subtle burn of jealousy again. He doesn’t even need to hear their words to know what they’re asking of her. He can’t even blame them for trying their luck, because he knows if he was in their position he would do the same. He’d honestly be surprised if they didn’t try to get Ann to come home with them that night. Not after how gorgeous she looked dancing in the nightclub lights. 

Though unlike them, at least he knows he would actually have a chance. And that thought alone is what keeps him seated in place. Helps the jealousy fade again. Reminds him that he doesn't have to worry. Not with Ann. It makes him go back to just simply watching. Waiting for the answer from her that he already knows is coming. 

Ann seems to say something back to them. Something he can’t quite make out, but he figures it out quickly when the dance partner finally looks his way. He almost wants to laugh at the face they make. Their smug grin drops immediately and the colour drains from their face. Most do once they realize just who exactly she’s with. His name carries weight, and if they don’t know him by name, they know him by face. Well. Helmet. And he’s made sure that trusty bucket of his is still clearly in sight. 

The rumours about them have become more prevalent as of late too. People have begun to learn about Ann and Boba being… together. So to speak. The longer they worked alongside each other, the quicker the whispers among the criminal world about them being a couple had spread. Rumours about how they were more than just work partners catching before either could stop them in their place. 

Boba doesn’t know how he feels about it all. At the start he hated them. Found Ann pretty annoying. Found the whispers about them together even more annoying. She was just a work partner. A skilled bounty hunter who he respected, and found he could deal with despite the irritability she caused. That was it. That's all they were. 

Now it’s different of course. They’re a thing, but they’re also not a thing. Neither of them really know what they are to the other person. Especially not Boba. Most people would probably consider them lovers, and in a sense he supposes they are right to think so, but lovers feel almost too formal. But just friends? That seems to be too little. And just work partners at this point was just insulting. The bond they shared simply couldn’t be explained as being romantic or platonic. It was different. Unique. Something he hadn’t ever had with another person before. 

Boba doesn’t really know what they are, but whatever it is makes Ann his, and makes him theirs. And he supposes that’s all that really matters. At least to them. To him. 

The person Ann was with has vanished by the time he looks back, and she’s already returning to the table. Sliding into the seat across from him, with her cheeks flushed and a little grin on her face. “You scared away my dance partner.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He gives her a little smile in return, and taps his finger on the table. “I’ve just been here minding my business, and sipping at my drink.” 

She only hums at first. Stealing his cup right from out of his hands before taking a sip herself. He doesn’t really mind. He can’t really when he sees how her nose scrunches at the taste. A deep chuckle leaving him at the sight. 

“Whiskey? Again?” She grumbles. Disgusted. 

“Of course.” 

“You need better taste.” She lets him take the glass back, as he hums amused at her words. 

“I think my taste is just fine.” He murmurs, glancing over the rim of the drink to flicker his gaze over her form, before he goes and takes another sip. She doesn’t seem to notice his once over, or if she does she doesn’t say so. “You all tired out?” 

“I think I have a few more songs left.” 

“Want me to get you another drink then?” He offers, and she agrees with a nod. He waves down a waiter. Orders another one for both of them. Something sweet and just barely alcoholic for her. She’s had more than enough to drink tonight, and he’s thankful she doesn’t seem to protest at the choice he makes. When he’s done and the waiter leaves he turns back to her. “Anything else I can do for you, mesh’la?” 

The nickname rolls off easily from his tongue. She doesn’t know what it means, or at least he believes she doesn’t seem to know. He wouldn't be able to bare the thought if she did. Doesn’t think he could ever handle the teasing she’d subject him to if she found out he’s been calling her beautiful this whole time. He’d honestly rather die than have to deal with that. 

She seems to consider his words for a moment, before finally leaning forward to rest on her arms. Her smile bright, and almost suggestive. “Well, you could come dance with me?”

It’s a question they’re both familiar with. One she always makes sure to ask when they’re out together and she’s in a dancing mood. Though his answer never seems to change. No matter how many times they come to these places, and no matter how desperately they both want him to say yes, his reply is always the same. Always. 

“No.” He shakes his head, glancing down to his almost empty drink to avoid her gaze. He really needs another with the night they’re having. “You know I don’t dance.” 

She hums again. Gives a little shrug. “Suit yourself.”

And that’s that. She’s not upset or mad. It’s just simple acceptance. An understanding that only she could ever seem to have for him. 

When the waiter comes back with what he ordered for them, she stays to drink a little with him. Chatting about this and that. Nothing really in particular. It isn’t until she’s done her drink where she goes to leave again. Standing, she leans in close to him. Catching him off guard. She kisses his cheek before he can begin to question her over it. Her lips grazing his ear as she whispers. 

“Enjoy the show Boba.” 

Then with that Ann is gone again. They’re back to the dance floor before he can say anything else. Not even giving him any chance to deny that he’s been watching her. He finds himself feeling warm under his layers again. His desire still flickering in his gut. And despite it all he does exactly as she says. He begins watching her again. He enjoys the show she puts on for him. Sipping at his drink and eyeing her up as she dances the night away. 

Thankfully it’s only a few more songs before they both leave. He wasn’t sure how much more he could have handled that place if he was being honest. Even if he was enjoying watching her. 

Ann and him walk back to the ship in a comfortable silence. Not a word to be exchanged. She’s leaning closer to him. Fingers brushing with his as they walk, but never daring to take his hands into hers. She would never do so in public. Always making sure to never overstep with him. Something he’s always more than appreciated. 

When they finally get back to the ship Bubbles the loth cat greets them happily. Meowing and rubbing against their legs, before Ann picks him up to coo at him. They both need to shower. So he lets her go first. He usually does. Sometimes they’ll shower together, but he doesn’t think he has the energy to deal with showering with Ann tonight. He has a feeling if he does it’ll end in more than just getting clean. And as fun as that can be, his exhaustion from their earlier job, combined with the alcohol raging through his system, is now proving much stronger. Maybe another night he’ll join her, but for now he just wants to relax. 

When she’s in the refresher, he starts his typical nighttime routine. He has a list of things he does before bed every day. Doesn’t feel good going to sleep unless he does it. He does a quick check of the supplies, looks at the status of the ship, and then makes sure everything is where it's supposed to be on board. Once satisfied with that he goes to his weapon racks and storage. Puts away most of what he has on him before moving on to his room to start removing his armor. Making sure to give Bubbles a pat on his head in passing. 

Once Ann is done it's his turn for a shower, and he couldn’t be happier for it. The warm water brings a much needed relief to his aching muscles, and the steam seems to clear his head. He can't help but stand there under the spray for a moment. He can still smell her soap in the air. It’s some type of flower. Rose, he thinks, though he can’t really be sure. He’s not exactly a floral expert after all. But whatever it may be is unmistakably her, and it has him wanting to finish cleaning himself quickly to join her  back in the other room. 

Ann is on his bed when he finally gets out. She sleeps more in here with him than she ever does in her own bunk now. She’s braiding her hair at the moment, and he can’t help but notice she’s wearing one of his shirts again. Bubbles is curled next to her on the bed. Already fast asleep. His soft little purrs echoing quietly in the room. 

He gets himself changed into some sleepwear. Just a simple shirt and pants. Doesn’t even bother to hide himself from her as he does. They both have already seen every inch of each other by this point. He doesn’t see the point in being shy now, and he can’t deny that he likes feeling her gaze shift to him as he dresses.

Boba spares her a glance over his shoulder, and she looks away. Acts as if she wasn’t just watching him change. It seems like he isn’t the only one who likes to watch the other, and he can’t help but smirk a little at the thought. He goes back to finishing his nightly routine after he’s done. Double checks that his armor and gear is stored away how he likes it, before doing his final round of the ship. It's like second nature at this point. The way he does this every night, and knows exactly how everything ought to be on board. 

When he's back in the room again she’s now resting much more comfortably on the bed. She’s leaned back against a pillow while on her datapad. Reading probably if he were to guess. She likes reading. Does so every night before sleeping. He doesn’t dare ask what it’s about. The last time he did he had to listen to her ramble about the creation and history behind permacrete for hours. And as much as he enjoys seeing how excited she gets to talk about these things with him, he can’t say he wants to listen to something like that again right before sleeping. 

Usually at this point he’d have her shift over so he can join her on the bed. It's kind of cramped if he’s honest. His sleeping compartment was clearly not meant for two people. They make it work though, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like getting to be snuggled closely to Ann every night. But tonight something stops him before he goes over. There’s a weird feeling in his gut. Like something just isn’t quite right. 

Boba mentally checks off everything from his routine in his head again. He hasn’t missed anything. Doesn’t think so at least. He never misses anything. But still he can’t shake that feeling. Ann must notice his unease too. She glances up at him from the datapad. Her brows creased as she eyes him. 

He decides to do another walkthrough. Maybe if he does he’ll figure out what’s wrong. But he doesn’t even get to the door of his room before he stops again. From the corner of the eye he’s caught sight of his stereo. It’s an old thing that he surprises that still works. He plays it sometimes when working around the ship. Glancing from it to Ann, who is once again back to reading whatever is on her datapad, seems to make everything click into place. Suddenly the weird feeling is beginning to make sense. 

Boba doesn’t really know what’s come over him, but before he can stop himself, he’s stepping over to the stereo to turn it on. The music is slow as it starts. It’s soft, gentle, and it’s nothing like what was playing at the cantina that night. It’s exactly what he needs though, and when he looks to her again to catch her gaze, he knows it's something she needed as well. 

She raises a brow at him with a little grin on her face. He doesn’t say anything. Neither does she. He just holds out a hand to her. A silent question that both of them already know the answer to. 

“I thought you didn’t dance.” She teases him, but still she takes his hand. Datapad already long forgotten on the bed. 

Boba only lets out a huff at her words as he pulls her close to his chest. His hands slip down to her hips, while her own go to rest on his forearm. He can’t help but give her a gentle squeeze, before they settle into the music easily. Swaying together to the beat, and bodies pressed flushed together. 

The two move like this for a while. Sometimes he twirls her, and she giggles, before he pulls her back in closely. Rocking with her to a gentle beat. At some point they both look at each other. Their noses brushing before their lips finally meet. The kiss is soft. It’s sweet. The thundering of his heart is so loud in his ears, and he briefly wonders if she can hear it too. Hopes she can’t, because if she can he would never live it down. He already knows that she would tease him mercilessly for the rest of his days. 

When they pull back from the kiss he allows his lips to trail down over her exposed skin. Kissing and nipping at her shoulder gently. He can’t help but nuzzle himself into the crook of her neck. Pressing another soft kiss along the scarred skin there as he does. Her shoulder quickly becoming a pillow for him to lay his head against, as he can’t help but slump against her. He feels so very tired, and she is so very comfy. His eyes are heavy, and his body is sore. He wants nothing more than to lay down with her in their bed, but he still finds himself not wanting to leave her embrace quite yet. 

“Someone's tired.” She whispers with a gentle hum. Her fingers coming to brush through his still damp hair. 

Boba can only seem to grunt in reply at first. They’re still dancing, though they sway more gently than before now. Only little rocking movements led by Ann that has him almost lulled to sleep against her shoulder right there. At some point they stop swaying altogether. Just standing there with him snuggled into her embrace as the music still plays softly in the background. 

Boba could spend the rest of his life here he thinks. Wrapped in Ann’s arms without a care in the Galaxy. Her toying with his hair and pressing sweet little kisses to his temple. In their arms he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Not clients or targets. Not the reputation he’s built and has to uphold. Here he isn’t Boba Fett, the fearsome and notorious bounty hunter. No, here with Ann he is just Boba. He’s just himself. And that is something he can only ever comfortably be with her. 

After some time there, Ann goes to pull away, but his grip holds fast. His arms around her tight. When he looks up to her he sees how she smiles again. It’s cheeky, and there’s a teasing glint to her eyes that makes him warm under her gaze.  

“A little longer.” He says quietly. Mumbling as he nuzzles back into her neck. “Please.” 

She only hums back at first. Presses another kiss to his temple as she does. So soft and sweet. Her voice coming out just barely above a whisper when she finally replies back to him. 

“A little longer.” 

And with those words from her they're swaying again.

[suffarustuffaru]

What are your thoughts on Prideful Cinderella by Pinkshuchan

ooohh prideful cinderella..... again gonna leave the link to the fic here please show the author some love <3 ill try to keep linking to the og fic like this if i get any more asks like this hah

i remember reading it a loooong time ago when it first came out. and then i actually read the first several chapters of it recently again because "hey i havent seen it in a while. and i dont remember much about it" so i gave it another go out of curiosity and i got to around ch4?

but yeah i did enjoy reading it!! not sure if ill continue it soon but it was pretty solid. the writing style is very - formal, i'd say? a little flowery? but anyway the writing style is very well written. it gives the fic a super nice atmosphere which i think fits the whole point of the story - a cinderella inspired, fairytale-esque fic thats made a little Off on purpose just because its pride if and pride if is Understandably. you know. off the rails. yeah i think my favorite part was exactly that - the atmosphere and style was very nice to read through, imo. its just the perfect combo with the premise, as i said, and the setting of this ball and the fact that a certain doomed by the narrative duo reinsuba are having their drama HAH.

and also that antagonist is so. hes so hateable but that seems to be the point. and also he Definitely feels like someone you could come across in real life (unfortunately). so big kudos to the writer for that!!! the part where the antagonist states his viewpoint on women and how theyre like Flowers is so chilling. and also a perfect counterpoint to reinhard, whos 1. genuinely fond of gardening 2. not horribly misogynistic and 3. his family has this. Motif. with flowers.

and also i know its been a small detail so far (at my uhh. around ch4 mark hah.) but reinhard drinking and not getting drunk because of his dps has gotta be one of my favorite details of this fic. theres already like small little bits of details in canon regarding reinhard and his thoughts on drinking (other than the fact that his dad is an alcoholic but lajfls), but yeah. i think reinhard purposefully trying and failing to get intoxicated is interesting. and the whole reinsuba drama and this taking place in pride if is all very interesting as well. the author does a good job of establishing the premise of the fic (cinderella inspired) and making it Make Sense with rezero's setting - its not forced at all i think!!

also i liked the julius reinhard friendship moments <3 (i am someone very normal about their friendship (lying through my teeth))

other than that i do have like. a few criticisms but theyre more a matter of personal taste. like the formal writing style is wonderful with the narration and with dialogue from people like julius or reinhard. it does however feel a little stilted with subaru just bc i Personally cant see him talking like that Unless hes putting up an act (which he does in this fic to be fair!!! but even when hes not he sounds a little too formal for my taste). and also i have General tastes regarding pride if subaru characterization which 1. will of course be a little different with other people and i am welcome to people criticizing my own pridebaru characterization hah and 2. yeah my opinion with prideful cinderella is that pridebaru is a little too nice at times? yeah. hes just a little too nice at times imo despite the fact that this is post-pride if arc 1 and post-subaru joining the witch cult. so i do wish stuff like his hatred of reinhard was more pronounced bc i feel like it Would be at this stage.

but i do get that pridebarus One Line he wont cross is like. people like regulus mistreating his wives and the antag of this fic sure is a bit similar so ig that makes sense? :o and also i did enjoy a lot of pridebaru moments and lines in this fic otherwise (the detail of him rbding to practice his disguise for the ball and him casually going "yeah i did it like 30+ times lol" in his own narration was SO good). i think the characterization of pridebaru just had some moments that i Personally didnt like and others that i Liked A Lot so a bit of a mixed bag to me personally. i liked everyone elses characterizations though!! the witch cultist lackey was also an interesting take yes.

yeah so thats my thoughts on it!!! overall its a good fic just had a few things that werent to my taste but thats perfectly fine!!