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[milligramspoison]

Rewrite of a killjoys essay I did in 2022 for my junior year 🫶

Some little notes below the cut!

This is set in a world where the Fab Four faked their deaths after the events of Sing. This is why you see Ghoul, Jet, Poison, and Kobra mentioned! And ofc Jet talking haha

Ghost Bullet, Cyanide Candy, Black Heart, Glitter Baby, Acid Cat, and Lightning Storm are characters created by myself and my best friend tumblr user @frankierosbackbends!

Apologies if some paragraphs look weird! Opening a word document on your phone isn’t the best cause they definitely didn’t look like that on my laptop haha

If you read the entire thing, tysm! Like seriously, thank you so much 🫶

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Hunter not being able to have the time or place to relieve himself pls ☺️

One explicit&short sexy Hunter smut coming right up!

"TEN MINUTES OF PRIVACY"

TBB REQUESTS —HUNTER/F READER 📩🔥

WARNINGS: HUNTER BEING SEXY, HUNTER BEING CAUGHT ON THE ACT, HUNTER BEING KISSED AND TOUCHED.

Hunter was a responsible man. He had been taught to be like that; always taking care of his men, his squad. He worked towards his objectives with his brothers on his mind; always trying to secure their safety no matter how dangerous the situations they found themselves in were. Now, though... Now Hunter only wanted to take care of one thing; himself.

It felt like ages since he had had the time to relieve himself. They had been busy, that wasn't a doubt; first taking care of Tech's precarious health after Eriadu, then reuniting with Omega and Crosshair... And now even Echo was back on the Marauder. It was as crampt as it had ever been; and though Hunter loved his family with all his heart, he just wanted fifteen minutes of privacy for himself.

Those fifteen minutes of peace had been impossible to find. Every time he thought he finally had them, someone would return to the ship or comm him; and his free time would be tragically interrupted. On one time Tech had urgently asked for his help with some repairs; on another, Crosshair had found a reason to fight with a bunch of locals and –though Wrecker had assured him he had it under control– Hunter just had to intervene. On a third ocasion, Echo had asked his opinion on an alternative strategy for their next mission; and even Omega had been unusually affectionate lately, shadowing his every step as if she were afraid to get separated again.

His frustration only continued to grow when days kept passing by. It wasn't just because he wanted to; masturbating was more of a need, now. He felt tense and irritated, snapping at every minor thing. His headaches were only getting worse, nights without rest more common than not. It was only a matter of time before he bursted and said hurtful things; and he didn't want to hurt anyone.

Finally, luckily, his brothers seemed to catch on. It's Echo who suggests going out for a walk, and he manages to convince everyone with the promise of a pretty sunset on Pabu, pointing out that Hunter's migraines are only getting worse and he needs some silence and space to himself. They accept with various degrees of excitement; but they do, and they leave, and Hunter finds himself suddenly on his own.

He doesn't even bother to get fully naked; he doesn't have the patience. He sits on his bunk and tugs his pants down; already hard cock inmediately falling to rest on his stomach when freed. It's warm in the room, so he does take his shirt of and throws it carelessly somewhere on the floor. He doesn't waste any more time and sighs in relief, closing his hand around his cock. Privacy at least.

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You hadn't met the boys until their fourth month on Pabu. Their arrival had been the talk of the island for quite some time; not only because rumours said they were a surprising set of clones, but because Pabu suddenly had five handsome elegible bachelors to pick from. Wrecker made you feel small and cute, his energy as radiant as the sun; Echo was the gentleman of any girl's dream. You'd never grow bored with Tech, he was an interesting person to chat with; and Crosshair was all quiet and mysterious, tempting you to find his secrets. Objectively, you could see all of this attributes in the Batch; you could understand the hype. Personally, though... Personally, Hunter had the 100% of your attention.

He was so handsome. Your eyes had inmediatelly locked onto his figure the first time you had had the chance to see him; this firm but kind soldier helping a blonde teenager –you later learned their sister was called Omega– practice what seemed to be defence moves in front of their ship. The second time you had seen Hunter had been one morning on the beach. You had woken up early to be able to swim through Pabu's clean waters without anyone else disturbing the sea's wildlife; diving goggles and swimming fins in hand. After a quiet relaxing swim in the sea, you had sat down in the sand for a bit; and your distracted gaze had followed Hunter's attractive figure in his morning run through the beach.

One thing you had learned about, was that Hunter was always aware of what was happening around him. Weeks later, he had explained to you it was part of his special set of abilities. His mutations. In that second meet up, you had been embarassedly shocked to be caught gawking at him; though it had quickly turned to a pleased shyness when fifteen minutes later Hunter had returned to the same spot to talk to you. He had first greeted you with a sexy little smile; asking to sit besides you if you didn't mind the smell of his built up sweat. He had made you feel comfortable and safe since that very first time; and all those that followed.

It's not that you have consciously started to date him or anything. Hell, you've never even kissed yet. It's just all casual meet ups that ends with the two of you having the best time together. You might be doing groceries and Hunter making his way to their apartment after their latest arrival; and so he will offer you to help with the bags, and you'll accept, and once everything is properly placed in your home, one of you would suggest having a walk together and catch up with your respectives lifes. It feels like a date, most of the times; but none are planned, adressed as such, and Hunter has so many suitors –and is so genuinely kind– you wonder if you're seing things that are not really there.

You've heard the Batch is back on Pabu after three whole weeks travelling the galaxy, though, and you had seen everyone but Hunter in the beach some minutes ago; you know it means he's staying back and resting in the Marauder. You want to see him, so –even though you don't really know if it's your place or not– you make your way down to their ship. You'll just say hi and leave him be.

The Marauder's ramp is still opened, so you jump up and enter the ship. The cockpit's empty; you guess Hunter's somewhere inside. You call him softly, not wanting to wake him up in case he's using the time to catch up on some sleep; but you receive no answer, so you continue walking through the corridor, innocently.

There's a low muttering coming from a room, so you redirect your steps there; and you come to a stop completely frozen in front of the opened door. H-Hunter... Hunter's lounging on one of the bunks, with the back of his head resting against the wall; eyes closed and face relaxed in upmost pleasure. Small words and what you now clearly identify as whimpers and moans escape his parted lips ocasionally; shirt abandoned to the floor and abdominal muscles twitching with each particular rush of pleasure, sweat dripping down his chest and shimmering on his tanned skin. His pants are just low enough so that he can have access at his cock; one hand firmly wrapped around it and stroking up and down while the other clenches on his thigh. And his cock... Fuck, it looks good, dripping precum and flushed almost red by now; Hunter must be reaching his end any minute now.

Hunter... Is a sin, and though your shock is big enough to erase any coherent word from your mind, you aren't made of stone; and your breathing pattern grows heavier with desire while your heart speeds up, and even lost in his own pleasure, Hunter hears that.

His eyes snap open, his face turning slightly to the left to take a glance at the door. Your eyes lock and Hunter gasps out loud, something that sounds like a mix of utter shock and pleasure yet; his hand reluctantly stopping and resting around the base of his cock. Hunter's wide eyes and redenning cheeks show his embarassment at being caught like this; but to your surprise, he doesn't run to pull his pants back up, or hide his raging boner. He just waits, perhaps deciding on what to say or do.

"Mesh'la..." he suddenly and almost hesitantly calls you by that nickname he had started to use for you a month back.

You don't know what it means, though when asking his brothers, Tech had pointed out it was in their language, Mando'a.

Hunter calling you reminds you that you're still staring; staring at Hunter and his half naked body, cock exposed, and invading a clearly very private moment you have no right to stand by.

"O-oh, I'm sorry, Hunter" you quickly blurt out, eyes flying down and focusing on a spot on the floor in front of your feet. "I just saw your family at the beach, thought I'd come and said hi, and then I heard a noise and... Uh... I didn't know... You were..."

You inevitably take a glance upwards, and to your shock, Hunter's cock twitches in his frozen hand and he lets out a small moan.

He doesn't look particularly bothered by your interruption. By the situation. It seems he's just more impatient to carry on, so maybe you should just turn around and leave and...

"Mesh'la... Touch me" he answers, voice deep sending tingles down your spine.

You can't help but stutter as you fix your eyes on his.

"S-s-sorry?" It's what comes out of your mouth, stunned.

You must have heard wrong. There's no chance he just asked that.

"Please" Hunter suddenly whines, words turning him into a bothered mess. "Please, mesh'la, been wanting to masturbate for so long, but it has been impossible here, and now that I finally had the space to do so I tried and I, I... I'm subsconsciously stressed they're going to come back and interrupt me any time now, and I can't also stop thinking about last mission and..."

You're still shocked looking at Hunter; though his words are starting to slowly sink in, and he reads it in your wide eyes. You're so close to him and...

"Please" he begs, quietly but desperately. "Please help me cum".

You need ten more seconds before you finally find the way to reboot your mind again and you're able to nod. Hunter whimpers in relief and inevitably strokes his cock up and down once; stopping afterwards and leaving both of his hands on ech respective thigh; widening them so you have plenty of space to comfortably work with him. You gulp your nervousness down and slowly approach him.

Hunter's dark gaze doesn't leave your eyes as you sink down on your knees between his legs impossibly slowly. Your eyes swipe down over his perfectly trained body, and his cock twitches again against his stomach. The sight makes you bite your lip in a mix of desire, nerves and shyness; and Hunter groans torturedly.

"Mesh'la..." he calls you again, needy, and you breathe in and glance up at his face before setting your resolve.

Your left hand caresses up Hunter's left thigh, thumb squeezing once on the dip between his pelvis and leg; while your right teases down Hunter's abs to finally close around his length. Hunter's impossibly hard. You start with your first movement up and down his cock; and Hunter moans.

"Y-yeah... Yeah, cyare, thank you, yes..." he stutters in half whimpers, half relieved moans, and you have to contain one of yours.

He looks so good like this, so needy, so lost. So desperate.

"You look hot as fuck, Hunter" you tell him, voice barely more than a whisper.

Hunter moans needily and his hips cant forward towards your hand.

"M-mesh'la... M-m sorry for springing this on you so suddenly, just... Just wanted to cum and... Wanted you for weeks too, mesh'la, so pretty, fuck..."

Okay. Okay. Breathe. Hunter's a talker during sex, the kind of person that just looses himself in it and talks his mind of, and that's perfectly fine. You aren't gonna pass out. You are going to cope with the fact that he's gonna ruin yourself for everyone else and help him out.

"It's okay, Hunter" you soothe him, right hand moving upwards and twisting gently towards the end, another tiny involuntary buckle of his hips following you. "Just breathe and relax. I got you, okay?"

Hunter sighs and slides lower on the bed, though still proped up. He closes his eyes momentarily before focusing on you again, then staring at your hand working him up.

It doesn't take too long for him to cum. He's obviously being holding himself back; and finally in a safe place, with you as an additional stimuli, his mind locks on the growing pleasure and his hard cock twitches when he reaches his orgasm. Part of it lands on his stomach; some stays on your hand, and the rest pools on his pelvic, dripping down to a slow. His chest moves up and down with his heavy breathing; his eyes closed shut and head tilted back, neck exposed, muscles showing. And his sounds are music to your ears; raspy, broken. Relieved.

When he opens his eyes again, and Hunter looks at you, he seems more like himself; like this desperate lost version has been pushed back again under the surface. You read shame and guiltiness mixed in his expresion; and smile to soothe him.

"Don't even bother with excuses" you chuckle, using his discarded shirt to clean your hand and passing it to him next. "You were enjoying your privacy and I surprised you, and neither of us did what we should have done, and here we are. We're just gonna move forward and you're gonna invite me to a date".

Hunter gives you a tiny happy smile. It quickly turns onto a smirk.

"Okay. Tomorrow afternoon, then. I'll be sure to take care of everything this time".

You know what that means, and you smirk too, though flushing slightly. Yes, please.

THE END.

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Taraa! Decided not to write it too long, hope you've liked it!

remind you that im still working in some other requests. I'm considering not writing every single one though, just those with whom I feel inspired... Dont want any of you to have a go at me though lol. Idk what I'll end up doing honestly, I might just write those with which I feel more inspired forst and then move down the line. We'll see!

Stay tunned for more,

XX,

Sky.

Back to my general masterlist here:

[autumnshighlady]

I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 14)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: Reader and Azriel have a talk, Nesta discovers Eris’ secret

warnings: Night Court slander, semi graphic torture, Rhysand is horrible

word count: 7.1k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: IM BACKKKKKK!!!!!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! This is some of my worst writing but I love the concept so here ya go, I hope this was worth the wait! More action coming soon, chapter 16/17 are gonna be HUGE!!!!!! x

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 /

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READER POV

You didn’t know how long it had been since Rhysand left you bloody and strung up in the cell. In some ways, you were grateful that the past while had been a blur. Your memory was a haze of flashes of searing pain, Rhysand’s voice in the background demanding you reveal the bond to him and admit the details of your conspiracy against his court. Yet you did not break, even as those tendrils of dark power carved into your already open wounds.

Despite not being able to feel her on the other side of the bond, Nesta was what got you through it. The thought of her in Autumn, far away from the Night Court’s reach, made you grit your teeth and fight the urge to crumble in front of the High Lord. You closed your eyes and pictured the eldest Archeron sister wandering through the paths of the woods, brilliant leaves of red and gold falling around her and landing on the soft grass. Her creamy skin adorned in a soft emerald dress, that golden-brown hair trailing down her back, finally free. You pictured her happy, content in her new environment. With Eris.

Even in your half-conscious state, you wondered how well the two were getting along. While the Inner Circle thought the Autumn heir was a cruel, sadistic bastard, you always knew Eris as your best friend’s older brother… the aloof, sarcastic male who would attempt to charm you to piss off Lucien. You never told Lucien, but every wink Eris had sent your way made butterflies swarm in your stomach. Eris was clever, a good intellectual match for Nesta at least. You had faith in her to be able to navigate the Autumn Court politics. After all, she had been raised to be a perfect courtier. Why the Inner Circle wanted to ignore that and make her into a warrior instead was mind-blowing. Even Lucien, who was incredibly skilled at negotiating and getting along with other courts, was treated like trash by the Inner Circle.

You missed him terribly. It had been months since you had seen Lucien, who was reportedly dwelling in the human lands now. You suspected he was being fed lies by Feyre and Rhys about your involvement in their court. No doubt their version of the story told a tale that painted you as the obedient female who eagerly immersed herself into the Night Court, grateful to be given this chance.

The eerie quiet of the cell was broken by the rush of air in the corner, the soft sound itself deafening against your pounding head. You couldn’t recall the last time you drank water, your throat dry as sandpaper. You didn’t lift your head up, for the weight of it was too much for your neck to bear. You did nothing, just accept the fact that Rhysand had returned for another crack at you.

But it was not Rhysand’s sneering voice that muttered, “Mother above.”

“Az…” Your voice was raspy and almost unrecognisable as you lifted your chin up. The spymaster stood before you, eyes widened slightly. His jaw was tense, and there was something about his expression you couldn’t decipher.

When he didn’t say anything, you tried again. “Please… help….”

“What happened?” He asked coldly, his shadows swirling around him. You flinched as they approached, drifting towards you like Rhysand’s mist had. The action didn’t go unnoticed. Azriel blinked, the only indication of surprise he was likely to give. Still, you could see it in his eyes as he put the pieces together. Not once had you ever flinched from the shadows that hovered around him. Until Rhysand’s own likened darkness had cut through your skin like butter.

“Water…” You mumbled. For a moment, you thought Azriel was going to ignore your request and continue to just stand there staring at you. But after what appeared to be a moment of contemplation, the spymaster pulled out a small canteen and unscrewed the lid. With his scarred hands he lifted it up to your lips. Your entire body sagged in relief as you eagerly drank the water, taking as much as he would give you. After downing about half of the liquid, Azriel stepped back.

“Thank you.” You said, voice clearer this time now that your dry throat had vanished.

“Rhysand did this to you.” Azriel said more as a statement than a question. After training with the spymaster for months, you could read him a bit easier than before. There was something behind his expression, revealed by the widened eyes and tensed jaw, that made you think whatever Azriel had expected his High Lord to do in his interrogation of you, this was not it.

So you nodded, and the tears that had been pooling in your eyes finally spilled down your cheeks. You hated crying in front of Azriel, or anyone really. But you were too tired to hold your tears back. Days in this cell, tortured without food or water… It was too much.

“Gods,” Azriel muttered, running a hand through his tousled locks. “When Rhysand told me he wanted to interrogate you himself, I didn’t expect…. this.”

You choked out a laugh. “Why does it matter to you anyways, Azriel? You were willing to send me to die on an impossible mission. My fate here is really no different.”

Azriel stiffened visibly, brows narrowing. “How did you–”

“Does it matter?” You interrupted bitterly, twisting your wrist around in the chain to try and relax the stiff muscles.

“You know if you want any shot of getting out of here, you’re going to have to tell the truth.” Azriel growled, his voice dropping. “You’ve been hiding things from me this entire time, and I’d like to know what. And why, starting with how you knew about the confidential mission to the continent before I even told you.”

You laughed again, a hollow, bitter sound echoing throughout the cell chamber. You were beyond caring at this point. No matter how you answered their questions, or if you answered them at all, there was no escaping the fact that telling the truth or not, you would not make it out of these dungeons. “You don't understand,” You retorted. “It doesn’t matter how I know. Telling you how will not change the fact that neither you nor Rhys will let me out of here anytime soon.”

The shadowsinger folded his arms, his cold gaze unblinking. “You do realise that if you want me to help, you’re going to have to be straight with me.”

It killed you that you couldn’t tell Azriel what was really going on. Some part of you yearned to, hoping that he’d finally get his head out of his High Lord’s ass. But you couldn’t shake how he just left you in here with Rhysand. Rhys apparently has his claws so deep in every member of the Inner Circle, it would take a lot more than a few months of training one on one with the spymaster for him to change.

“Please, just…” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you hung your head, ashamed. “Kill me. Get it over with.”

You heard him scoff. “I am not going to kill you.”

“You basically were by letting me be sent to die on the continent.”

“Damnit, (Y/N) I was trying to help you!” Azriel snapped, his tone rising.

You froze as you were lifting your head up. “What?”

Azriel rubbed his face with a scarred hand, leaning against one of the rocks that jutted out from the wall. He looked exasperated, the weariness on his face visible even in the dim lighting of the cell. “I was trying to find a way to get you out of the mission.” He said. “I told Rhys it would take months, years even to get you ready for that level of assignment. He did not listen. I spent those four weeks trying to find a way for you to escape, to get out of here.”

Your mind reeled from more than just exhaustion. Azriel had been trying to help you this whole time? He may not be brave enough to put his foot down to Rhysand, but had enough sense to try and get you out of this mess.

He continued. “I was trying to set up refuge for you, in a village far south on the continent. You’d have been safe there, if you laid low. I would have told Rhys that my spies reported you were killed.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask. “Why lie to him for me? He’s your high lord.”

“Yes. And he always will be. But that does not mean I am not allowed to have my opinions on the way he handles some matters. It is unfair to drag someone into this line of work who does not want it, and it is even more unfair to send them on assignments they are not ready for.”

You chose your next words carefully. “You know why he did it, right?”

Azriel only stared at you, saying nothing.

“He wants me dead,” You whispered. “He wants me dead and you know it. That’s why he arranged the mission-”

“No,” Azriel cut you off, his voice sharp. “He was desperate for another spy, and could not send me. Braillyn would have expected that. You were the best one for the job, because they don’t know you. He just didn’t understand that you weren’t ready.”

You shook your head, heart sinking at Azriel’s denial. He wasn’t stupid, some part of him had to know the truth – that Rhysand wanted you dead because your defiance of him could cause unrest, even more so if you were plotting against him. Which you were. The first big step had been a success, getting Nesta out of the Night Court in a way that, by the law, prevented them from coming after her.

There was much more you had in store for the Inner Circle, but only time would tell if you would be able to pull it off. None of which would happen if you did not escape this cell.

“That’s not true, Azriel.” You said. “I wish you would see it. He knew I wasn’t ready, but if I died then he wouldn’t have to worry about me anymore. But if I somehow survived then he’d get the intel he wanted.”

The spymaster’s glare hardened. You shrank back slightly as he propped himself upright once again and stalked towards you. Large wings flared slightly, a menacing sight as he asked you firmly, “I will ask you this one more time. How did you find out about the mission?”

You didn’t answer, wondering if he was going to try and carve answers out of you like Rhysand had. Azriel had likely done such a thing countless times, perhaps in this very cell. Your wounds were crusted over and raw, fae healing abilities diminished in the darkness of the prison.

“It was Eris, wasn’t it?” Azriel said after a few minutes, bitterness and disappointment lacing his voice. “That’s why he proposed to Nesta, and why she insisted on you coming with them. It was part of a plan, wasn’t it? A plan for you and Nesta to escape.”

You did not bother confirming nor denying it, any defiance you had long ago wilted. Half your body had gone numb, and the other half ached beyond belief. You could feel yourself slipping further and further away, a discouragingly slow descent towards death. It was almost worse than the torture itself, being so close to death’s arms embracing you and carrying you to freedom, yet not quite there yet.

“Why?” Azriel asked sternly, taking your silence as an answer in and of itself. “Why would you want so badly to leave? To take Nesta away from her family?”

Bitterness coursed through you, igniting a fire in your voice. “If that is truly how you see it then you won’t even try to understand.” You hissed at him.

Azriel perched himself atop one of the rocks in the corner, those massive wings folding in. He shrugged, arms folded. “Humour me.” He challenged dryly.

These moments were crucial, you knew. It was your chance to either convince Azriel to help you, or to seal your fate and be locked in here forever. The choice weighed upon your already heavy shoulders like a rock. Rhysand would likely return soon and Azriel would disappear again, along with this one chance. And so you chose.

“Nesta will never be part of the Inner Circle, and you know it.” You said. “All you guys have done is try and muzzle her, control her, make her docile enough to sit quietly alongside you at the table but never truly be a part of everything.”

“We were trying to help her–” Azriel interrupted, but you quickly cut him off.

“By forcing her to train? Do something she never wanted? There are many ways to help someone, Azriel. This method may have worked for you and Cassian, but it is not for everyone. Nesta was hurting after the war, and all she received was judgement. You lot consume a bottle of wine every Friday night at Rita’s, but when Nesta does it, suddenly it’s a bad thing? You’ve all slept around, but when Nesta does it, she should be shamed? You have all held her to an impossible standard and refused to give her time to heal. But none of you ever cared about her healing, only how she made you look. You’ve done exactly to her what Tamlin did to your High Lady.”

You expected Azriel to argue, to fight back in defence of his found family. But he merely stared at you, eyes unreadable. You took it as a sign to continue.

“Nesta is drowning in the Night Court.” You said, locking eyes with the shadowsinger. “She will never be accepted here, and being a warrior is not what she wants. You are not stupid, Azriel. You know this. Feyre has found her new family, and that is fine. Let Nesta find her own. Please, just let her go.”

The eerie echoes throughout the cell were the only sound for the next few minutes. Your gut churned at Azriel’s reaction to your rant. He had said nothing, made no defence nor an agreement. That was almost more nerve-wracking to you.

“You see much of yourself in Nesta, do you not?” Azriel finally spoke, unfolding his arms. “That’s why you resorted to involving Eris to help get Nesta out. You have known him for as long as you’ve known his little brother, so you went to him for aid, did you not?”

“Yes.” You muttered. You didn’t have it in you to deny anything anymore. With what you had already admitted, Azriel would figure everything out on his own. You just hoped that Nesta had solidified her position in the Autumn Court quickly enough to prevent a war from breaking out.

“And he was at the meeting where Rhysand discussed sending you to the continent,” The spymaster continued, hazel eyes gleaming in the darkness. “So that’s how you knew. And you came up with the idea of marriage to get Nesta out, did you not?”

“Yes.”

“Here’s what I don’t understand,” Azriel stood up, once again looking down at your withered form. “That plan involved a clean way out for everyone except you. Why? Were you wanting to get sent to the continent to die?”

“It is because she loves Nesta.”

The arrogant voice of the High Lord filled the room, chilling your bones. Your entire body went stiff with panic, and even Azriel’s eyes widened as Rhysand appeared from behind you. Clearly, he hadn’t expected his brother back so soon.

The sound of footsteps and a dark presence was all your senses noted as you closed your eyes, feeling Rhysand walk around you to stand next to Azriel. You couldn’t bring yourself to open them, to look into the face that had sneered as tendrils of dark mist tortured you for hours.

“Good job, Az, you got her to talk!” Rhys clapped Azriel’s stiff shoulder, shock still evident on the spymaster’s face. “She said a hell of a lot more to you than she did to me. But I don’t recall ordering you to interrogate her. Unless my excellent memory is wrong, of course.”

Azriel straightened his spine, glaring at the High Lord. “You didn’t,” He said plainly. “But seeing the results of your last meeting with her and how little information you gathered, I believe it best you leave the rest of it to me.”

You finally opened your eyes, greeted by the practically feline smile of the High Lord. He bore a triumphant look on his face, one that made your body shake with nerves. Somehow, he had heard almost everything – Azriel’s shadows not even detecting his presence. Deep down, you knew that you were never getting out of here now.

“No.” Rhysand said. “You’ve done enough. You can carve her up all you want and nothing will make the magic mark appear, so I don’t need you for this next part. You are dismissed, Azriel.”

Unlike before, Azriel stood his ground. “No,” He growled. “As your spymaster, it is my job to be involved in these things. I am staying.”

Rhysand merely shrugged, showing no signs that he cared about his brother defying him. “Suit yourself. But you are not to intervene, do you understand?”

“Intervene with what?”

Rhysand hummed, taking a step towards you. You flinched as he brought his hand up, taking one of your tangled locks and pushing it behind your ear. An act so seemingly gentle, filling you with more fear than you had ever known.

“You look famished, darling.” He crooned, stroking your ice cold cheek. “If you show me the mark that allows you to communicate with Nesta, we can get you a nice hot plate of food and some water.”

With your mouth no longer dry, you gathered up as much saliva as you could manage and spat in the High Lord’s face. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Azriel’s jaw drop open slightly at the action, and you almost laughed.

But Rhysand only chuckled, wiping your spit off his face before standing back up to his full height. “I may not have been able to get into your head before,” He said. “But now that you are weakened, I will be able to break through your shields.”

Searing pain shot through your skull and you screamed. Those dark tendrils that had sliced your flesh before were now in your head, scraping down your shields like nails on a chalkboard. The pain was unlike anything you had experienced, the worst migraine of your life times a hundred.

Through the screaming, which you weren’t sure if it was in your head or out loud, you could hear Azriel’s muffled voice in the background. “Stop it, Rhys,” He was protesting. “You’ll kill her.”

Rhysand ignored him, continuing to try and force his way into your head. It felt like the entire force of the sea had come crashing down on your skull, pushing and pounding in every direction in search of a crack. Your entire body shook, the pain from your physical wounds nonexistent in comparison.

“This isn’t right.” Azriel was saying. “I will get her to talk, just stop this. She’ll never trust us if you keep doing this.”

“I don’t care about her trust.” You heard Rhysand say, his voice both in your head and echoing throughout the room. “Once I get into her head and get what I need, she will be of no more use to us. Then she’ll be your problem.”

The sensation of white hot needles pricking into your head took over, and you let out a wail. It was a thousand times worse than before, especially in your starved state.

Please, You begged the Mother, or any gods out there. Please kill me. Grant me this mercy and end it.

Amidst the pain and your screams, a warm sensation brushed your shoulder, like someone’s hand was grasping it in reassurance. You can do this. It seemed to say, in a voice so familiar yet like nothing you had ever heard before.

“What are you saying?” Azriel growled.

The High Lord’s next sentence was all you heard before darkness overtook your vision. “When I am done, I need you to kill her, Azriel.”

NESTA POV

The smell of a freshly made breakfast sandwich and tea roused Nesta from her sleep. As her eyes crept open to meet the golden glow of the sunrise, she became rapidly aware of the presence lounging beside her. Nesta’s vision focused after a few blinks, a male with red hair coming into focus.

Instantly, she shot up, wincing as the pounding headache she apparently woke up with protested. “What the fuck, Eris?” She practically yelled, bunching up the bedsheets to cover her nightgown.

“Ah, finally you’re awake!” The prince said casually, as if he was not laying next to her sleeping form with his head propped up against the bed frame. “Half the day has gone by already while you slept.”

“It’s sunrise, asshole.” Nesta hissed furiously, wishing she had a dagger nearby to stab him with. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Exactly,” Eris quipped, turning to the next page in the book that he was currently reading. “And no, watching you sleep is rather boring. Especially when you snore. Besides, this novel is way more interesting.”

Growling, Nesta snatched the book from him after noting it was a smutty romance one she had snuck from the library and was currently reading. Eris smirked knowingly, making Nesta’s cheeks burn. “I did not take you for a romance novel type of female,” He purred, arrogantly reaching up his arm to rest behind his head. “Especially ones with such erotica.”

Nesta gave him a hard shove, unbalancing him. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

Eris chuckled, raising his hands in mock defenselessness. “But I brought you breakfast! Am I really not allowed to bring my loving fiancé breakfast in bed?”

She shot daggers at him with her eyes. “Your loving fiancé is going to murder you before the wedding if you don’t get out within the next fifteen seconds.”

Eris sighed in defeat. “I do not know what I did to deserve this type of treatment from my future wife.” He muttered in obvious sarcastic pity, but climbing off the bed nonetheless. Nesta crossed her arms over her chest, cursing inwardly at the headache that plagued her. If she had better control of her magic, she’d send a stream of silver fire after Eris’ ass on his way out.

It had been one week since the dinner with Beron where she was granted one month to train her powers, and every day had been the same routine. Get woken up before the sun has even risen, ride Diadoro and Calypso to a remote clearing in the forest about an hour away, try over and over again to follow Eris’ instructions only for either nothing to happen or absolute catastrophe. The day usually ended in an argument, either about training, Eris’ progress in finding you, or where he was on his plan to dispose of his father. And then followed by a very silent ride back to the manor.

“Meet me by the lake in 10 minutes.” Eris called out as he shut the door, leaving Nesta to eat the breakfast laid across the tray. She groaned, rubbing her eyes and wishing for just an hour of rest.

Sleep hadn’t been coming easily lately. Every night was the same dream – Nesta running around a dark maze with walls of stone, trying to get to you. She could hear your screams as if they were real, echoing throughout her head whenever she was left alone with her own thoughts. Eris insisted he was doing everything he could to find you, but the more time passed the more worried she got. Every day Nesta woke up, she was plagued by the aching in her chest.

In record time, she managed to consume half of her breakfast and get herself dressed. The outfits Eris had always prepared for her were admittedly perfect, and today was no different. A forest green gown with gold buttons up the front, and a subtle dark pink trim. Nesta had no idea where Eris was pulling these gowns from, but she didn’t complain as she slipped on the comfortable material.

Eris was waiting with Calypso and Diadoro, the creatures tacked up and ready to go. Calypso was pawing at the ground impatiently, as if she had been waiting a while.

“At last she graces us with her presence.” Eris called out as Nesta approached hurriedly. It had taken her an extra few minutes to get ready, as her hair did not cooperate in its usual cornet. For the first time in Autumn, Nesta had simply pulled her golden brown locks back into a simple braid before hurrying out the door.

“You said ten minutes, I took fifteen, get over it.” She snapped, taking Diadoro’s reins from Eris’ outstretched hand. “Besides, I needed a few minutes to recover from the fright of looking at your face the first thing waking up.”

Eris chuckled. “A sight to look forward to after our wedding day, my dear.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, climbing into the saddle as Eris held the stirrup in place for her. He had insisted Nesta get used to riding, something she had protested at first. But admittedly, it was fun, not that she’d ever admit that in front of Eris. As the Prince got on Calypso’s back, the pair and their horses headed off through the path they had taken every day for the last week.

It was a scenic route, the Autumn hues throughout the forest bringing Nesta a sense of calm that she had never quite found at the Night Court. She was no longer always cold, bones chilled by the crisp night air that seemed to somehow be present during the day, even though none of the Inner Circle seemed to feel it. She only wished she could share this stroll with you.

After about twenty minutes of riding, Nesta decided to change things up and break the usual silence that they rode in. “Where are you with your search for her?” She said quietly.

“Well, my spies are convinced she is still somewhere in the Night Court.” Eris responded cautiously, his voice flat.

“So why can’t we go back and get her?” Nesta pressed as they continued to ride through the trees.

“Many, many reasons,” Eris said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Firstly, you know that the High Lord and the brute would snatch you up immediately. You would never get out after that. Secondly, neither of us knows the terrain. The Night Court is large, and she could be anywhere. It is not easy to pinpoint exactly where she is out of the dozens of places she could be.”

“Eris, every night I have the same dream. I’m running through an underground maze of stone, with walls of black rock. And I hear her voice. And you’re saying this doesn’t help at all?”

The Autumn princeling sighed, halting the horses. “Correct. Because the Night Court has hundreds of mountains, all of which could be harbouring some underground dungeon. So no, it doesn’t help.”

Deep down, Nesta knew he was right. She tangled her fingers in Diadoro’s mane to soothe the sea of worry churning within her. “Why did we stop?” She asked after a few moments.

Eris turned to face her, his eyes serious for once. “Nesta, I know how badly you want to find her. I do too. But with how well hidden and warded the Night Court is, not to mention remoteness, it is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. And if the magic from your bond can’t reach her, I’m afraid I’ve done everything I can.”

“No.” Nesta refused to believe it. You had been her anchor to this earth for months, her reason for keeping her chin up and moving through the relentless stormy sea it seemed she was destined to wade through.

Eris’ voice was gentle. “Nesta, you are immortal now. You have a long life ahead of you. Clinging onto this will only hold you back.”

“Easy for you to say,” Nesta shot back, not caring how deep her words cut. “You don’t care about anyone. Must be no problem for you to just drop people once you’ve gotten what you want.”

For the first time since she had known him, Eris’ face fell slightly. Regret washed over Nesta immediately at the hurt flickering in his amber eyes. Insults were part of Nesta and Eris’ routine now, but this…. She knew she had gone too far.

“Do you truly think so little of me?” Eris asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. There was no trace of the arrogant prince she had grown used to.

“I just…” Her voice trailed off. “I don’t know what to think anymore. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

“I know. And I’m doing my best to get things back on track, but it’s proving almost impossible.”

Nesta swallowed the familiar lump in her throat that indicated tears were going to begin welling up soon. “I know.” She said before coughing and regaining her composure. “Anywho, you were the one insisting we were late. Let’s get going.”

Before she could move Diadoro forward, Eris turned Calypso to the right and headed off the path. “We’re doing something else today,” He called out. “Follow me.”

Nesta didn’t have to do anything, as Diadoro was already following the white horse off the path, expertly stepping over roots and branches in his way. “Where are we going?” She demanded.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Tell me.”

“That would ruin the surprise.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do. Keep moving.”

Nesta huffed, but didn’t protest. She had never been on this route before, and the further they got the rockier it was. Trees grew sparser, and the soil became harder. The journey reminded Nesta of something from one of the fantasy books in the library at the House of Wind, and with a pang she thought about Gwyn and Emerie.

She wondered how her disappearance had been explained. Most likely, they had been told that Nesta was kidnapped by Eris or something. Nesta missed them terribly – Emerie’s snorting laughter, the way Gwyn’s eyes would light up as she explained something in her research, how they both took an instant liking to you.

“Eris?” Nesta asked about thirty minutes into their trek.

“Yes, my fearsome goddess?” Eris singsonged over his shoulder in response.

“Can I bring my two friends to Autumn?”

“I did not realise you had friends other than (Y/N) in the Night Court.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, I do. I met them at my training, and…” Her voice trailed off, unsure of how to phrase it without seeming weak. Nesta had never needed anyone before, but the lack of Gwyn and Emerie’s presence in her life lately was beginning to weigh on her.

“You miss them.” Eris finished her sentence for her. “Once I am High Lord, we can invite them to come here.”

“For a visit?”

He shrugged. “Or to stay permanently, if that is what they wish.”

Nesta’s heart fluttered with excitement at the idea. She knew Gwyn would love it here certainly, once she got used to it. Emerie too, who would be relieved at being miles away from her vile family. “I’ll hold you to that, Eris.” She said sternly.

“Consider it one of the many wedding gifts I shall spoil you with.”

Nearly two hours later, Eris finally halted Calypso and got off. It was the longest ride Nesta had been on thus far, and her inner thighs ached. Luckily, the prince was already reaching up to grab her waist, lifting her out of the saddle with an impressive amount of strength.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, cheeks red with embarrassment before asking, “Where are we?”

There was nothing notable in her surroundings, save for a rocky cliff that loomed above them a few metres ahead. Calypso and Diadoro had pressed their noses to the ground in search of grass amidst the sparsity.

“All will be revealed.” Eris winked, then extended his hand. He glanced up at the cliff, and Nesta crossed her arms.

“I am not scaling that cliff.” She said sternly, causing Eris to chuckle.

“I would not make you, certainly in those skirts,” He said. “We’re winnowing up there.”

“You know I hate winnowing.”

“Fine, if you’d like to climb it then I’ll see you in a few hours–”

Nesta quickly grabbed Eris’ hand, cutting him off. It tingled against her own, like electricity in her veins was jumping out to meet his own. She ignored his smirk as the world went askew and the ground fell away underneath her feet.

A split second later, they stood atop the cliff. The wind immediately whipped across Nesta’s cheeks, but it was not cold. Oddly enough, it was warmer up here, like the very rocks they stood on were heated. The colourful forest spanned across the horizon, bright with the now late morning sun. Nesta’s braid whipped in the wind, coming undone within seconds.

“I’ve been keeping this from my father,” Eris said, turning away from the edge of the cliff and walking away, leaving Nesta to follow. “A secret weapon, if you will.”

Nesta hurried to catch up, her long strides matching his own. “A weapon to kill him with? Up here?”

Eris chuckled, shaking his head. “No, between you and me we are perfectly capable of doing it ourselves. This weapon will help solidify me as the High Lord and prevent other courts from going to war with us. And I think it will help you with your magic.”

Nesta halted, dread forming in her stomach as she thought of the last few magical weapons she encountered. The mask, that took away everything she felt and made her raise an army of the dead. The Cauldron, that stole her humanity away from her and turned her into a creature she had grown up learning to hate and fear. The thought of something else like that made her knees go weak.

“It’s nothing like the Cauldron, I swear to you.” Eris said calmly, as if reading her thoughts. “Come, I promise it’s something entirely different.”

After a second of hesitation, Nesta resumed following Eris. They walked further and further, approaching a large mountain with a cave entrance that was bigger than anything she had ever seen.

“Are we seriously going down there?” Nesta gaped. The closer she got, the warmer the air was. It sang to the silver flames within her, and she felt them dance.

“Yes.” Eris said, igniting a flame in his hand in place of a torch before entering the darkness. Not wanting to lose the light and be stranded in the dark, Nesta followed. They walked down the large cavern, and the further they went the more her power begged to be let out.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” Eris asked, pausing at the bottom of the slope they had just crawled down. “Like calls to like, Nesta.”

Eris’ flame didn’t illuminate much, but by the way their footsteps echoed, Nesta could tell whatever chamber they were in was large enough for a small city. “What is this place?” She asked.

As usual, Eris continued his lecture and neglected to answer her question. “You fear your power too much, Nesta, because you haven’t seen anything like it. You are letting your fear control you, and you need confidence if you are to wield your powers in a manner that impresses my father. There are many fire-wielders in this world, Nesta Archeron. Yours may be different, but you can learn from others. And not just me.”

Nesta took in a sharp breath, the taste of smoke and ash on her tongue. “This secret weapon…” She said slowly. “It’s not a ‘what’.... it’s a ‘who’.”

Eris nodded, his pale face a striking gold in the light of the flames. “Do not be afraid.”

Before she could ask what he meant, a low but fierce growl vibrated throughout the chasm. It quaked her bones, and the floor began to tremble with what felt like the footsteps of a large creature. And then another, and another.

Nesta trembled as they grew louder, but refused to shrink back. She would not be a coward, not in front of Eris, even as whatever weapons Eris had approached them. The prince stepped forward, lifting up his flaming hand and illuminating the dark space a bit more to reveal not one, but three massive, scaling heads.

The heads of dragons.

The one in the middle had onyx scales, barely visible within the darkness. Its head was only illuminated by its glowing amber eyes. The one on the right was almost as big, but it had golden scales and larger horns on its head. And the one on the left crawled opposite from Nesta, a shining shade of silver with a longer neck. Each beast exuded sheer power and might, the space in the enormous cavern almost too small for their bodies.

Time seemed to slow down and stop as the three dragons approached, the orange glow from their mouths and bellies lighting the chasm. They were a thousand times bigger than a horse, almost the size of an entire palace.Nesta gawked, and her magic began to thrum excitedly at the beasts. Realistically, her instincts should have screamed at her to run before she was burned to ash, but she felt none. No, Nesta was rooted to the stone in fascination and awe.

Eris approached the black dragon, who lowered its head and growled. For a second, Nesta thought it would simply devour Eris whole. But instead, it let out a crooning noise and pushed its nose into Eris’ flaming palm. He began murmuring to the dragon in a language Nesta didn’t recognize, and the beast purred in response.

Her fixation on Eris with the dragon was broken by a low growl, and she flinched as the silver dragon snaked its head towards her.

“Summon a flame.” Eris instructed, still stroking the snout of the black dragon, despite its head being twenty times his size.

“What?” Nesta said, still frozen in place as the dragon crept towards her.

“Just do it.”

She raised a shaky hand, taking a deep breath. She tried not to think about the size of the dragon’s teeth approaching her as she reached down and grabbed a hold of a silver tendril of her power.

Yes please! It seemed to cry. Let me out to play. Let me make new friends.

Just as Eris had taught her, a ball of silver fire began to dance in the palm of Nesta’s hand. The dragon paused, lowering its head even further towards her hand. Nesta tensed up, but her flames had other plans – they flickered in the direction of the dragon, almost as if they were excited to greet it.

The silver beast made a low rumbling noise in response, and pressed its nose into Nesta’s hand, just as the black dragon did with Eris. She gasped, expecting her flames to burn the creature’s nose and cause a wake of destruction, yet it did not flinch from her fire. Its eyes met Nesta’s, and she felt as if her very soul was being gazed into, as if the dragon could see every raw, vulnerable part of her. The scales were smooth against Nesta’s slightly shaky hand, hotter than the warmest coals yet they did not burn her. Her flames danced along the scales, exploring the dips and horns of the dragons’ head. But it did not seem to mind, only continuing to gaze into Nesta’s eyes.

For a moment, she was overcome with emotion. The sensation of touching a creature so mighty, so powerful, one that she thought only existed in the stories she read. But then she, too, was now a creature that existed in storybooks. One that was admired for its beauty yet feared for its power, much like the very beast before her. It looked at her with such understanding, such intensity Nesta felt like she could both crumble on the spot and conquer the world at the same time.

“Her name is Athariel,” Eris’ voice broke her out of her trance. “I figured you’d like her. The one with me is Morgoth, and the golden one is Zorzimril.”

“I…” Nesta swallowed her emotion, tentatively stroking the dragon’s scales. It made a purring sound, the silver flames dancing around it excitedly.

“I found their eggs here just over a century ago.” Eris explained, his voice echoing in the chamber. “I thought they were rocks. There were rumours of dragons existing at the beginning of the world, but the last rumour comes from the wild hunt. No proof of them existed, until I found the eggs. No amount of research helped me figure out how to un-petrify them, until I felt them call to me. I used my magic and lit the hottest fire I could manage, placing the eggs inside them. A few hours later, they hatched. I’ve been raising them in secret for almost 150 years, training them. They are my secret weapon.”

“Like calls to like…” Nesta murmured, observing how her silver flames played with the dragon, who remained unscathed.

Eris smirked, patting Morgoth on the cheek. “Exactly. I have bonded with Morgoth, and I figured you and Athariel would be a good match. You can learn a lot from her, and she can help you conquer your fear. From everything I’ve learned over the past century, they’re loyal beasts. If you bond with her, she will defend you fiercer than anyone in this realm.”

The thought of this powerful creature looking out for Nesta made her overwhelmed with emotion. Maybe they were both seen as monsters by the rest of the world, but they could face it together, if Athariel let her. Nesta thought back to all the times she felt true fear – at the Hewn City, Illyria, the battlefield, there was no trace of that now. Somehow, she felt safer with this dragon than she had in the Night Court.

Nesta glanced at Zorzimril, the golden beast. “What about her?”

Eris sighed, resting his shoulder against Morgoth’s head. “I had hoped that with (Y/N) here, she would bond with her. It seems like fate, does it not, Nesta Archeron? Three of us, three dragons. I am not particularly religious, but it seems the Mother has set this out for us. Zorzimril is the reason I still have hope that we will find (Y/N).”

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[bbyquokka]

A request,

going to dinner w the members and min making you wear a vibrator which is controlled by him on his phone…

hihi. so sorry it took this long to fulfil your request. ;w; thank you for being patient! i hope this is what you wanted and pls lemme know your thoughts and opinion – i welcome all feedback.

⌢ : ⤹ 😏 just a bit of fun

→ PAIRING: Lee Minho x fem!reader

→ GENRE: Idol!AU | smut | MDNI

→ SYNOPSIS: You and Minho are attending dinner with the members, however, Minho has other plans

→ WARNINGS: use of a toy [vibrator] | Dom!Minho | use of the word 'sir'

→ WORDS: 1.2k

→ requests are currently closed in order for me to catch up!!

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Grabbing your lipstick, you apply it to your lips before pressing and rubbing them together to evenly coat the skin. You put on some dainty earrings that match well with your elegant yet sexy black dress. Grabbing a matching necklace, you go to put it around your neck when it gets taken from your hands.

"Let me." Minho softly spoke. You smile, watching Minho stand behind you from the reflection in the mirror. His hands brush against your shoulders and neck as he wraps the necklace around before clasping it together. He plants a soft kiss on the back of your neck, letting his lips linger on the skin for a few seconds before pulling away. His hands situate themselves on your hips as he breathes in your perfume.

"You look stunning." He hums.

"Thank you, lino. I wanted to try and match with you." You specifically picked out your dress to match Minho's attire.

Minho opted for dressing in black dress pants and shoes, a white shirt with a stylish yet classy jacket. A chain hangs around his neck as the few top buttons of his dress shirt are left open, proudly showing off the fading purple bruises you left on him a few nights ago. 

With the help from you, a few of his nails are decorated in black and red, some with nail art whilst others are completely coated. His hair is slicked back and crunchy with hairspray.

"Well, I think you did a splendid job." You blush softly, your natural pink colour mixing with the red of your blush. You put on your shoes before grabbing your purse and a cardigan.

"I'm ready to leave, lino." You smile, walking towards him. He raises his brow, taking out his phone.

"Did you do as I ask?" You take his free hand in yours, shyly messing with his fingers as you nod slowly.

"Yes." You whisper.

"Yes what?" He tilts your chin up with his finger, his eyes holding power. You melt into his touch, pressing your lips together in a thin line.

"Y-Yes sir." You stutter. Minho smirks, stroking your chin with his thumb. 

"Let's see shall we." He hums. He opens up an app, his thumb sliding up on the screen. Your eyes widen as a strong vibration ripples throughout your whole body. You grip onto Minho, knees bucking. You close your eyes as your lips part to allow short puffs of air to flow out.

"I guess you can listen after all." He coos, kissing your forehead as he lowers the vibration. You swallow, standing straight and soothing down your dress. "Now, let's see how you handle it when we're having dinner, shall we?"

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

"Well! Don't you look beautiful!" Felix grins as he hugs you. He takes a step back as he admires you, making you feel shy and blush.

"Thank you, lix. You look very handsome."

"Oh please! This was just something that was laying in my closet." 

"Well, you look very dashing, lix." You smile warmly. Minho walks to your side, taking your hand in his. "The rest are all seated and waiting for you, follow me." 

Felix walks in front of you and Minho, guiding you to the table where the rest of the members are talking amongst themselves as well as drinking their desired drinks. You can't help but notice how, even though each member is dressed smart, they all have put their personal touch to it.

Seungmin decided to add blonde streaks in his hair, which contracts well with his clothing. Hyunjin decided to cut his hair short and also dye it blonde. Jisung lined his eyes with black eyeliner whilst Chan also has his nails decorated, much like Minho. 

"They have arrived." Felix announces. The boys stop their idle chit chat to look at you and Minho. Compliments and cheers fill the restaurant to which you laugh and blush at. Minho chuckles at his friends' antics, clearly used to it.

You sit next to Minho, ordering water to start with and munching on the bread that was available in a dainty basket. You joined in on the conversations, laughing and making jokes with the boys. This gives a chance for Minho to sit back and watch you with a loving smile on his face.

He's glad he was able to find someone like you. Being in the spotlight meant that relationships are a hit and miss. He has tried before in the past only for them to turn into scandals or for the other to use him because he's a celebrity. He loves his job but he knows that one day, he wants to settle down and have a family. He was beginning to lose hope – until he met you.

Minho continued to watch you, laughing at your lame jokes. He joins in on you teasing Changbin, considering he is the easiest to wind up. 

"Oh Binnie! I'm only messing." You giggle playfully, hand gently stroking his bicep up and down. His white dress shirt was tight, showing off his well toned body. You could feel how sturdy his muscles are under your fingers.

"Yeah well! Yeah–" Changbin pouts. You giggle, squeezing his muscles.

"Awe Binnie! Are you a little sensitive because you're hungry?" You coo, giggling softly at his sudden pout. Minho kept a close eye on you, his eyebrow slowly raising. He's not a possessive person but when it comes to you, he cannot help himself. 

He pulls his phone out from his pocket, opening up the app. A sly smirk plasters itself on his lip as he swipes his thumb up. 

"Awe Binnie, don't be–" Your eyes widen as you felt the sudden strong vibrations. you tense your thighs, closing them tightly as you look down at your lap, hands balled into fists. You bit your lip hard to stop the upcoming moan that was threating to leave your lips. 

"Hey, you okay y/n? You look a little flush?" Jeongin asks from across the table, noticing how red your cheeks have become. This causes the rest of the members to look at you, eyebrows furrowed as their faces are laced with concern for you. Minho leans forward, placing his hand on your lower back.

"You okay baby?" He asks in an almost mocking tone. You glare at him, eyes shooting daggers. Minho simply smirks, satisfied with your reaction. Your juices start to coat your skin and the material of your panties, making you feel very uncomfortable.

"'m fine." You squeak, not trusting your own voice. Minho places his hand on your thigh, stroking it gently before leaning in. His lips ghost over your ear, breath hitting the shell with every word he spoke.

"You're doing so well, I'm proud of you." He whispers, his praises making you shiver and swallow your accumulated saliva. "Oh, and if I didn't make myself clear." He pulls away, grabbing your cheeks softly in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

At this point, the members have already got an idea of the little game Minho was playing, causing them to blush and talk amongst themselves. It's not of their business after all – unless Minho makes it theirs. 

"Don't you even dare think about sneaking off and taking it out – else there will be punishment and you don't want that now, do you?"

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[arachidenitida]

Something about Regulus Black (and Sirius Black)

[image — I decided to write something about the black brothers, mainly Regulus. I care a lot about this character, so don't be too harsh pls. sorry in advance for my english]

Regulus suffered the condition of being second-born and, aware of being emotionally weak, underwent the strict discipline that characterized the Black family.

he admired his brother in silence, from an early age, Sirius was his hero.

all Regulus really wanted was to make his brother proud, not his mother, not his father, Sirius.

when, for the first time, they separated for so long (Sirius' first year at Hogwarts), Regulus felt the weight of expectations hang over him.

he began to believe everything his family professed was right, "it’s okay after all" repeated to himself, "toujour pur".

at the same time he felt mediocre, "Sirius at least had the courage to rebel". Regulus compared himself to his older brother all the time.

I think Regulus never stopped writing letters to Sirius, not even when he moved with the Potters leaving him alone. He continued to write letters and keep them in a box, not having the courage to send them, that courage he had always envied to his brother. Those few letters he had found the courage to send never had an answer.

Regulus never hated Sirius for leaving, he couldn’t, but wondered why, why he didn’t take him with him.

he joined the dead eaters because he had nothing else to hold on to. he missed Sirius and the wound grew with the passing of time.

one day, while he was attending one of the dark lord’s meetings and had that mark burning on his skin, he decided to take over his life. For once he found the courage to rebel and pursue what he thought was right.

he died alone, as he had felt since he was ten years old, hoping the last letter he sent would reach the recipient. unfortunately it didn't happen, Sirius never received that letter.

I remind you this is my personal opinion, you might disagree. feel free to share your personal opinion abt this character or what I've written.

[pettydollie]

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[sugartitzblah]

What’s your opinions on wrestler Cartman???? 👀

Please if you let me ramble about him and wrestling in general I WOULD

when i first started reading south park on tumblr you were probably the first blog i’ve encountered and let me tell you that i’m so in love w wrestler cartman omg!!

he’s so baby girl (he would call me a slur)

no thoughts, just laying in between his meaty thighs, i would let him crush me with his thighs tbh

people perceive cartman like this musty crusty discord mod but hello!? i think he takes great care of himself he’s a narcissist little bitch, i just know that he has this step by step long ass skincare routine, he just looks musty and sweaty after his wrestling matches but that’s lowkey hot 🙄

HE ISN’T AWARE OF HIS SIZE, he would lay down on top of you without realizing that you’re having a hard time breathing because of his weight on your body or when he grips firmly on your skin, he tends to leave bruises on your

he totally had heard of size kink and when he realizes of the size differences between you and him he goes absolutely feral, it’s like an ego bust knowing that he can manhandle you so easily

HEAR ME OUT!! he does this airport dad pose every time; hands on hips and standing still!

breeding kink‼️

he would be a good father, he said so many times that he hates little kids bc they’re musty and have sticky fingers but if you have a little sister or brother he would lowkey have a sweet spot for them!?!?!

HE’S SO GENTLE WHEN IT COMES TO CATS!!!! oh but when it comes to you he fucks your brains out

rarely calls u pet names bc he thinks it’s corny and gets the ick easily, maybe he’ll call you babe but prefers to call you by your name

big on pda bc he wants everyone to know that you’re his, before his wrestling games he would follow you around like a lost puppy, his arms wrapped around your waist and not letting u go!!!!

do not have pillow fights w him we will send u flying to another galaxy

loves when you ask him for piggyback rides, he picks you up so easily nnnnggnnhngnhnhng (size king going feral again)

he also picks you up and walks around with you hanging from his shoulder like you were some sack of potatoes

everyone calls him cartman but he loves whenever you call him by his name

i went to far, please take my phone away from me but yeah i’m in love with wrestler cartman pls feel free to ramble about him in general w me 🤭

[zablife]

Hey, Lee! Giving our shared love for dark themes I wanted to ask your opinion on two matters I can't make my mind around 👀

1. What do you think dark!Alfie is like? I personally see him as so manipulative and eloquent that his partner would only realize the nature of their relationship months (or even years!) later, but I don't know if he'd ever be violent/excessively jealous towards them, what do you think?

2. About Tommy, do you think his darkish behaviour is more likely to start with the war trauma or he was born like this? Or does it depend on the AU? 🤔 Because it's canon that pre-war!Tom was a sweet boy and the war changed him, but at the same time his behaviour is so fucked up idk if it could be something developed

Anyways, pls don't feel pressured to answer this ask, hope you're doing well 😊

Lora, I LOVE this ask! Tysm for sending it my way. This is going to be long so I'll add my thoughts below the cut. Note these are my interpretations of the dark! versions of these characters NOT the canon characters so feel free to disagree, but know that they are two very diff interpretations!

1.) Dark!Alfie is a character I've only written short blurbs of and I'm not completely set on my thinking. My intial thoughts are that he was made this way from years of discrimination and hard living. He is playing the part of a king with all its illusions of grandeur. I would agree that he is manipulative and witty in his wordplay often confusing his "prey" before consuming them whole. He often appears to have your best interest at heart, but it's his own needs he's protecting most because he knows its the ones closest to him who can hurt him the most. Therefore, I think he is a very jealous person and does whatever it takes to keep you loyal.

He would explain his possessiveness in terms of his religion (despite being a nonbeliever in my mind). He might say how much women are valued and protected in his community. You would be swept off your feet by the gestures of romance so you might not realize that he's closing you off from your friends and family until it's too late. He is never physically violent. I imagine Ollie does his bidding most frequently so he is never to blame when you're upset. If he's feeling particularly wicked, he might take Cyril away as this is your only company when he's away. Alfie's mind games are the worst punishment of all. I've written about these dynamics in my fics Taking a Walk in the Rain and Playing Games with Alfie.

2.) Dark!Tommy is different in that he was probably born with darkness in his soul. His upbringing only reinforced these tendencies as he watched his mother reject him and seeks to punish every woman who comes after her. Although he would never admit his need for closeness after the horrors of the war, he demands a partner who will cling to him for everything. Their dependence upon him makes him feel godlike and needed. It is reassurance that they will never leave him.

Tommy would probably seek a much younger partner for this reason. Someone he can shape and mold to his exact preferences without question would be his ideal. However, people grow and have needs of their own. If you were to ask him for something he didn't approve of, you would experience his temper and that is a thing to behold. Tommy is a physically violent man. He is capable of hurting his s/o to prove his dominance. For example, Tommy would want a family immediately to anchor you to him. If you disagreed, he would force it on you. There is nothing he wouldn't do to make you his completely. I've written about this in my fics His Last Little Pet, Dark Beauty, How Was Your Day, Reminding Tommy of You, and Keeping You Close.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well! Do you agree or disagree on these points?

[clementinebabe]

Ok, I for some reason started watching Dawson’s creek, and it has completely taken ahold of me for the past couple months😭😭😭😭. I just finished season 3 and need to get my thoughts out bc WHEW. I was super interested to watch the Joey and pacey of it all, but sm happened that I wasn’t expecting! And I have many thoughts bc I LOVED S2 for the most part, and season 3…..there are many things I would change 😭. I think the best writing in this season was regarding pacey and Joey. Feel free to tell me your opinions as well! I’ve gotten up to S3 and know spoilees for s4.

Things I would change about season 3 Dawsons creek bc WoW (yall I’m a pandie Stan I’m so sorry)

- NEVER would have broken pace and andie up. They were just so good for each other and I love a good enemies to lovers fr. I’m not usually a fast burn person but s2 pandie was done so well yk? Many have said this and I agree andie cheating was very OOC and so was all the lying.

- If I needed to break them up, they would’ve broken up for andie to focus on her mental health in the beginning of the season, and gotten back together midway or around prom

- The writers really ruined pandie for jacey 😭 if it was more natural maybe I could get behind it but they clearly steamrolled andies character for the plot

- I would kept Dawson and joey together until at least mid season 3

- Have them break up naturally, we would’ve seen them grow together or it would’ve proven how wrong they are for each other

- If Dawson and joey broke up mid season, DAWSON AND NIKKI SHOULD HAVE STARTED DATING AT PROM. I LOVE NIKKI. SHES JUST LIKE ME FR.

- If Dawson and joey broke up midseason, joey ACTUALLY uses this season to find herself

- SCRAP JEN AND HENRY OH MY GOD

- Ok but how insane would it have been if joey and Jen had a slow burn

- NO PACEY/JEN PLS THEYRE BESTIES

- If they absolutely needed pacey and joey to end up together, they could’ve had andie and pace devastatingly break up after senior year, bc she’s leaving for Harvard. THEN pace and joey couldve happened in s5 and s6 and be endgame

- Pls no Eve oh my god still haven’t recovered

I have to say I did enjoy the jacey slow burn, and their chemistry is out of the world, I just can’t get behind it fully bc andies character had to be destroyed to do it😭. I also they think made Dawson a little more evil in season 3 too. Those are my thoughts! Thanks for reading lmao

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

The way I'm not reading the new acotar book WHEN it comes out, I feel like sjm completely ruined the characters for me specially elain. Another of my problem is this stupid weird love triangle between azriel elain and Lucien like miss girl you already did that with feyre, tamlin and Rhys, why make another fucking one?

I think the whole situation is stupid just let one fucking character move on, grow up and becoming stronger without a MALE to help them or on their side, let her show her own worth by herself. Elain doesn't need anyone. A lot of people have been cuddling her, she needs to learn how to take care of herself for once ( I'm saying that to be mean btw ). I just want to see her doing something by herself once( for fucks sake my girl has plant knowledge she can make poisons and shit and she's silent and very attentive make her a spy or something or FUCK IT MAKE HER POISON IVY. )

Another one is I felt Azriel gave playboy vibes? And I can't tell you why he just did and that greatly turned me off ( not sexually lol ) from his character, like okay he's the quiet bad boy everyone is attractive to because he's hot and powerful and gets all the ladies and is supposedly good in bed....Kay what about his personality? his character? his inner thoughts? his overall character growth? that I know he won't get because he's a possible love interest ( like Rhys and his abuse and rape by the red headed grimlin) and she's ( sjm ) for some reason doesn't seem the need to envolve the love interest? They suffered! where's the healing woman!? Are their only worth being a love interest with amazing bedrooms "skills"? Just leave the characters alone not everyone needs to be in a relationship? Just give us the healing and good character arcs ( and I'm not saying the spicy scenes ain't hot because by all means give me some Azriel smut but with someone newwwwwww ) you know what's gonna be a better love arc? Elain and Gwyn getting together now THAT is spicy.

Also the major thing

Ain't no way you based a lot of the spicy scenes out of you and your husband?!! Hell nah immediately outta there, I'm sorry I just don't need to know that? And if it isn't true and people are fucking with me then....

Fuck y'all 😂

Sorry for my rant and if anyone has a different view by all means, pls give me something because I swear I can't read anything from her anymore I'll just take my favorite fanfic authors and be on my merry way.

Gonna continue to leave these asks for everyone to see, feel free to interact/share your opinions! 💕

[the-himawari-otome]

Hi! I follow you on twitter but my account is on priv. so I wanted to ask you on here, I also reallyyyyy love virche so much! (I think your merch collections are amazing and am so grateful for the translations!)

I feel I have a lot of similar opinions as you on my thoughts about virche so I was wondering what other otome games you like and would recommend? :)

Hi there! That’s awesome, thanks for dropping by! And thanks~ haha I’m really glad to hear my translations are reaching and helping out fellow fans 😊 I respect your privacy, but feel free to drop a line and chat any time 😄

And sure thing! When it comes to otome, I tend to prefer games that are more plot focused and have strong overarching plots. I also enjoy darker/heavier content, i.e. action, violence and blood, psychological elements–which all sums up why I am so obsessed with Virche haha

But for my recs (which have English localizations):

1. Collar x Malice

I actually consider Collar x Malice my top favourite otome game! It’s a modern crime thriller with an interesting overarching plot, great cast, action, violence, and it makes you think about what justice means to you. It also has my fave otome antagonist of all time. I swear to god, he straight up altered my brain chemicals 😂 this whole game altered my brain chemicals because it made me fall in love with twisted, tragic “romance” (pls play the FD) and bittersweet “good” endings (there was only one like this, but oh man, it hurt me bad). This is the only game aside from Virche where I genuinely love all the LIs and thoroughly enjoyed all the routes. It has a special place in my heart and I definitely recommend it

2. Café Enchanté

Café Enchanté has the same main writer as Virche (and you can tell!!). It’s notorious for looking like a fluffy, slice-of-life from the cover, but once you get into the thick of the plot—OH BOY, the crazy revelations and pain hit hard 😂 I personally loved the drastic tonal shifts. Definitely recommend if you liked the type of writing in Virche

3. Code:Realize

I personally consider this the “objectively” best otome I’ve played so far. It might not be my personal top fave, but it’s the top game I recommend to anyone wanting to get into or play more otome. The plot, the lore, the world building, the characters, their interactions, the romance—it’s all so well developed and put together. It’s a popular one, and I agree it deserves the praise it receives

4. Nightshade

While it doesn’t have the deepest overall plot, I really enjoyed this game because of its strong characters and that it doesn’t shy away from tragedy. Characters who love each other have to fight each other, betray each other, and leave each other because that’s their way of life. All of them have to FIGHT for their happy ending, and most of the time, it comes with a heavy cost. Also, Gekkamaru’s one of my top fave LIs ever. Gekkamaru, if you’re out there… @ me 🤙

[i-willstealyourtoes]

BACK AGAIN BESTI-

no fr tho this ones just Dallas, but uhhh if your ok with it can I gets Dallas with a silly, immature, younger reader, like not teenager younger, but like 29-30 year old younger so not exactly creepy, but probably not conventional, cuz like uuuhhhh I like older men

Feel free to ignore this one. Tho, hopefully this will be my last one for a bit to give you a break ^_^

Bestie no pls don't be shy- Like if u have an idea u can send it !!!

Dallas with younger/silly s/o

- Okay I feel like Dallas already considers himself young at heart???

- (He does make old people jokes like 'I'm getting too old for this' tho)

- He doesn't really feel as awkward about it as some people

- Though when he started feeling stuff for you he did feel a little self-conscious about it

- He didn't know how you felt about it bc what if you thought of him like... too old

- But when you reciprocated the fears definitely disappeared

- He really likes your youthful look on the world bc he relates sometimes? And plus he likes having another person's view to hear about anyway so (leader moment)

- I mean sometimes he does have those slightly insecure moments

- Like 'why would u like me lmao' kind of thing

- He asks this frequently in the start of the relationship specifically

- Like when you two are alone and snuggling hehe

- 'Why'd you choose me, huh? I'm... old.'

- He's not even that old, nor is the age difference that bad

- It's only like... max 10 years + you guys are both consulting adults

- 'Babe, you're not even that old-'

- 'I know, I know. But still. I know I'm hot, but damn. How'd I get with a person like you?' (/pos)

- He's just a silly little guy ok

- An old silly little guy

- He's probably more confident about it than other people, but yk... it does cross his mind

- If anyone makes fun of him/you about it, my guys confidence does not falter

- 'Isn't he old enough to be your dad?' (said the dumb little dumb dumb)

- If you don't speak up, he probably would

- 'Hey, why don't you mind your own goddamn business? Leave me and my partner alone or you'll fuckin' regret it.'

- Thank you cool guy Nathan Steele that's very nice and brave of you

- I feel like he definitely treats you the same as if you weren't younger?

- OH I FORGOR YOU SAID YOU WERE SILLY AS WELL MB MOVIN ON 💀

- Okay so you and your goofy clown ahh are definitely different from him

- Like not in a bad way, just you have different senses of humour sometimes

- Like if you show him like... memes, like the cursed ones

- He probably won't understand

- 'Hehehehe babe look.' (you point at a video of a fish spinning to funky town)

- '....What. What am I looking at? Why are you watching a spinning fish? How- WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING-' (he's not actually shouting, he's just raised his voice)

- I think he kind of likes how silly you are, bc it sort of... keeps him young???

- As for you being immature... it depends?

- If you just have a younger and fresher look on society and stuff, he likes that bc again, second and new opinion is good

- But if you mean like... rlly childish??? Like kind of bratty? Idk if he'd like that I'm ngl

- I assume you just mean you have just a different vibe bc you were born in a different generation, he's perfectly fine with that dw

- Overall, he still likes you as much as he would if you were the same age

- He likes your more youthful view on the world, as well as your silly/energetic personality

- He definitely sometimes doesn't get some of your jokes/sense of humour + he does occasionally feel a little self-conscious about it, but he still loves you vv much

I hope this enough for u!! Feel free to send another request, even if its just of the same prompt idm !!

[ficsforeren]

ngl i feel for both you and the anon 😭 i think where the anon was coming from was a genuine place and like they weren’t trying to seem entitled or rude. (hence why they put that last bit) but when english isn’t someone’s first language or someone just has a difficult time expressing what they want, the way they word things can come off blunt, harsh, entitled etc.

i think it was a genuine criticism, HOWEVER, not everyone is open for criticism especially when something is just a hobby/ something they do for fun, i don’t think it’s fair on you that their message made you feel like shit or that your work wasn’t good enough just because you tend to put emphasis on comfort and romance (which i absolutely love, i HATE fluff but i swear i literally inhale your fics) but i do also feel bad for the anon cuz everyone’s coming at them now (and i’m praying the anon who told you to grow up wasn’t the og anon)

SORRY FOR THE RANT I JUST FEEL LIKE THE ANON (if they’re still here) NEEDS A TINY BIT OF EMOTIONAL SUPPORT EVEN THO I DONT AGREE WITH WHAT THEY SAID (i really do think it’s just a case of unwanted criticism that came from a good place)

((pls don’t hate me 😭))

Hello, darling! Thank you for the message and sharing your opinions with me ❤️

Yes, I understand your point, and honestly, I don't think that anon wanted to hurt me either (which is why I said that I was saddened by their message, not angered) but the thing is, it doesn't matter even if english wasn't your first language. It doesn't matter if they thought this was genuine criticism. They NEED to understand that writers, or artists, who create fanfics or fanarts for FREE, are NOT doing this for them. They write for themselves, they do it for fun, and they SHARE their ideas online and hope people will like it. There's a huge difference between fanfics and paid commissions. You are allowed to say "hey, i don't like this stuff" when you're paying someone to draw/write for you. You do NOT say that to artists who spent hours/days/weeks of their life making stuff for free, just because you don't like what they draw/write.

I don't know about other people, but I've seen a lot of writers and artists whose works I enjoy but they sometimes deal with stuff I'm not comfortable with, but I will NEVER come to their page, and leave message/comments like "I love ur stuff. But maybe u shouldn’t put that much ________ stuff I mean it’s fine but u add too much _______ parts." and you know why? Because even if I don't like that stuff, doesn't mean everyone thinks the same. But more importantly, I respect the time and effort they poured into their arts and I know how hard it is to create something out of thin air. I. respect. that. and what do I do? I just close my tab, and scroll away. Literally take zero energy. It's that simple. It's that easy. And you don't hurt anybody with it.

[morathicain]

Hello beautiful beautiful Cain!

It's been a while uh? I swear I've gone from knowing EVERYTHING that happen in the fandom and knowing every BL/Thai series that was airing to absolute nothing

I can feel them knocking on my door

They want to revoke my veteran card

Anyway thanks to your blog i KINDA have an idea still on what is going on so thank you

A part of me misses the times were there were only 2 BLs airing (and one was most certainly a Chinese bromance) and that was it

But also I'm very happy that new folks have so much choice! And don't have to end up watching garbage only because it"s the only thing available (looking at you "my bromance")

Anyway idk if i'll ever be able to watch like

3 series a day like i once did

But hey who knows, for now i still need to see so many series that the fandom named "immediate cults" (like the one about the bodyguard? Idk man)

Anyway

Have a wonderful day and feel free to ignore this i just like sending you random stuff sometimes XD 💛💛

- Randy ✨

Hello Randy!! =^^=

So beautiful to see your message again, thank you for thinking of me ;) definitely not gonna ignore you since I cheered as soon as I saw your message!

I absolutely FEEL you! With so many possiblities and choices, it's hard to keep up to date or dive into a fandom because the next one is just around the corner. Which is also nice because we can actually drop shows we don't like and choose between the ones that interest us ^^

Glad my blog is kinda keeping you updated, altho I have to admit I am not participating in fandom discussions a lot currently (at least not openly). Partially because I have little time and partially because some of my current watch-shows leave me with certain opinions I don't necessarily wanna share with the public (since I don't have the energy for discussions) XD

I kinda miss the time when you could totally dive into one fandom while it aired and not necessarily come out of it again once it finished XD now it's switching to another story each day. Buuuuuut I'm a fandom jumper by nature and will still stick to several of those even years afterwards. I do hope you'll manage to watch those that interest you, whether it's a fandom cult (I guess you mean KinnPorsche? XD) or something smaller. Tackle what makes you happy and enjoy it =^^=

Also, pls feel free to send me any random thoughts you have, you truly made my day <3 Have a wonderful time and all the best for you!

[neophele]

hows everyone feeling about ay-yo ?

((it might be a surprise bc ive only written for dream but 127 are actually my ult group shdjfjfj )) pls feel free to share hehe, my thoughts are under the cut but they might be a bit incoherent cos im tired and mostly just ranting ....

ngl i love it for the most part, the chorus feels a bit lack luster, it didn't really keep up with the verses in terms of the chill kinda swag in my opinion (it starts good then loses itself a bit idk) but the rest of the song? especially the second verse?? YES. super sexy vocal kings bridge?? YES. kinda Punch vibes [which imo punch went underappreciated cos she had to follow up Kick It which was a) super catchy b) public friendly and c) super in your face hypeness] which super slay.

song: 7.5/10 !

but that kinda laid back confidence as opposed to the in your face confidence of songs like 2 baddies and kick it is what i rly like hehe, tho idk if it has that Pow Pow feeling title tracks usually have? maybe after watching a performance i'll feel differently?

the overall vibe and especially the beat for the verses are gorgeousss though, it's really my style and the rap parts ESPECIALLY ((did i say that already?)) the styling is simple and okay, nothing new or groundbreaking ... but we did get spikey almost punk tyong which i like hehe

styling: 5.5/10 !

lastly this might be controversial but .... even though the mv is super pretty it seems a bit ... low budget ? maybe ? like it's pretty but feels like concept-wise a bit.... lost. the only thing that seemed pretty cool to me was the shot of Jaehyun in the tunnel that seemed like a 007 kinda homage, but nothing else felt super 'wow !' yk? though in general, I think 127 MV's haven't been as good since regular though, especially concept-wise... like compare how their MV's started off, firetruck had a clear direction other than just looking good; limitless had a super clear retro vibe; cherry bomb wasn't super theme oriented like firetruck but had incredibly clear styling and vibes; touch was cutesy and clearly meant to be pretty and lighthearted; regular portrayed the concept SO WELL; and then simon says, superhuman, and highway to heaven all felt a bit... empty... Kick It delivered a bit more but in terms of 'a concept' but really relied on the good styling and one or two good sets, and then other than favourite, everything else feels a bit wishy-washy... like 2 baddies had a concept but it still felt a bit like it could've been done better. idk .... SM mv's have been going downhill a bit for a few years in my opinion ....

MV: 4.5/10

then as for b sides:

DJ - i like the rap parts but the melody feels very familiar? almost too familiar? in a way ..... didn't leave a huge impression but i think it's one that will grow on me with more listens hehe

Skyscraper - def prefer it to DJ, but didn't like jaehyun's flow in the first verse (it's very similar to his rap part in lemonade around the 30 second mark which i also don't like, it's just a preference thing cos i don't think it suits his voice or style, and it's just a flow i don't like lol) It did feel like the song could've been like a minute shorter? i don't think anything after about the 3 min mark added much to the overall sound [vocals are gorgeous don't get me wrong, it just felt a bit redundant....]

love the continuing of the whole video game sound kinda vibes permeating the whole album :]

[cobrrastyle]

It's not a request, I just came to tell you that I love your headcanons! <33 It's great to see something about Billy again after so long.

Honestly, if I have to say anything, it's that Dtmg was a series that had the potential for a good plot! The writers had the opportunity to give us a mystery and clues about the world of ghosts and what could have happened to Billy, but they only gave us chapters with absurd plots that only entertain thanks to Billy's charming and narcissistic personality. I know this series has been canceled for years now... but it still leaves me unsatisfied, I need answers but I only end up getting more unresolved questions :/

Anyway, it was just a simple opinion that I wanted to express since I agree with you on many things about this show (The amount of theories and headcanons I have about Billy and his family is starting to worry me...)

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Pd: Sorry for the bad English I still have a lot to learn x((

EEEEEEEEEE i just happy stimmed, thank you so much!! it makes me very happy to hear that someone enjoys reading my stuff! tbh i was very surprised to see that there was rarely any billy content (or any other dtmg content for that matter) being made within the fandom—save for a few accounts out there 😭 i rly hope fans can start talking abt dtmg again!!

and omgggg yes!! dtmg had such a good premise and yet the writers did absolutely nothing with it! and i just—?? how could they let this happen!? there's so much to discuss and explore surrounding the very core of the show and its baffling how much of it they just swept under the rug! ive got so many questions about billy's past, spencer's life before moving in to the mansion with his fam, what it truly means to 'die' in the world of dtmg, the dealio with madame x—and we can only assume! i love dtmg, but it's frustrating to see something with so much potential just burn to the ground, i. am. CRUSHED.

AHHHH LMAO I CACKLED, SAME HERE!! ive got a ton load of thoughts, theories and hcs for the show too 😭😭 i even thought abt altering canon (CRYING. IM WAY TOO IN DEEP). i'll be sure to make future posts abt em! i'll go insane if i don't 💀 and oh!! id really love to hear more about your theories and hcs! pls, if you're comfortable, feel free to message me or continue sending em in forms of asks! i really gotta thank you for sharing your thoughts, this was amazing!!

note: you don't gotta apologize for a language barrier here. you're trying your best and as far as i can tell, your english is far better than most who have it as their first language, you're doing great! ♡