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heeology · 1 year

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for old times' sake | s.jy

synopsis → after breaking up before going off to college, seeing your ex boyfriend at your friend's birthday dinner four years later was the last thing you anticipated…on second thought, you didn’t really anticipate hooking up with him in his car either.

feat. → isa (stayc)

genre → ex highschool lovers, romance, smut

pairing → nonidol!jake x fem!reader

warnings → MDNI

w.c. → 2k

!!DO NOT COPY OR REPOST!!

“Happy birthday!” you exclaim, hugging Isa from behind.

“Oh my god-” she says with a smile as she turns around to properly hug you. You unwrap your arms and hold out your present to her. She gasps and playfully pushes your shoulder. “And you brought me a gift, you shouldn’t have.”

You roll your eyes as you link arms with each other before she brings you over to the table where the others were gathered. You greet some of the people that you know as Isa goes to set down the present with the other ones she's received. She comes back to you, dragging you over to an empty seat by hers, which you take.

“So, how does it feel to officially be old?” you tease.

She fake laughs, “Jeez, you sound like a dad.”

You chuckle, shrugging your shoulders. The waitress comes over to the table and smiles, “Is everyone ready for me to take their orders?”

“Oh, uh,” Isa starts. She glances at you nervously before looking back at the waitress, “not everyone is here yet.”

“Sure, no problem, I’ll be back to check in.” the waitress says before walking away.

You raise an eyebrow, turning to Isa, but she avoids looking back at you.

“Isa…” you say, skeptical. You look around the table and although you don’t know everyone there, you can’t quite figure out who is missing. “Who are we waiting for?” you turn back to her.

“Oh, you know…” she says, trying to avoid the question.

“Isa.” you say, wanting her to tell you the truth.

She smiles at you, guilty. “Okay, so don’t be upset-”

“Sorry I’m late.” you hear someone say.

Your gaze shifts from a clearly guilty Isa over to the man you honestly thought you would never see again. Your mouth falls agape a little as you see him smile, greeting the people he knew, before he takes the seat (conveniently) in front of you. He chuckles at something one of the other people says to him, licking his lips before he looks over to you. His expression matches yours as you two look at each other in shock.

“You remember Jake, right?” Isa asks nervously, trying to at least get one of you to say something.

Of course you remember Jake and of course he remembers you. Although some may say you both were too young to even know what love really is, you felt it with him and he felt it with you. Four years is a long time and when you both had to make the heartbreaking decision to split up before you went your separate ways to college, it felt like you literally were going to die. It wasn’t easy for him, either, and as he sits in front of you, the feeling of regret he had back then from not fighting for you was beginning to settle within him once again.

As you both are familiar with, just like how so much can develop within four years, the four years you spent apart eventually meant the heartache dissipated, but damn, you didn’t think you missed him this much. How can you help it when he is sitting in front of you looking so good in his all black attire? He could say the same for you, except he is fully aware that he is still madly in love with you; he never got over you.

“Yeah…” you end up saying after staring at each other for a moment.

Isa looks between the two of you, smirking as she sees the way you two are practically gawking at each other. Jake’s eyes travel up and down your figure, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He meets your eyes, “Hey…” he says quietly, like he only wants you to hear it.

“Hey…” you say the same way.

“Are you guys ready to order?” the waitress from earlier asks as she clicks her pen.

“So, how have you been?” Jake asks as the waitress finishes setting down everyone's food.

You smile, biting your bottom lip momentarily before answering him. He smiles to himself, recalling how you did that all the time, finding it cute that you still do.

“Really good, actually. I’m just working at this store temporarily until I actually land the job that I want.”

He hums, following along with what you are saying as you both eat, “Was university okay for you? I know you were a little worried about moving far.”

Truthfully, he was more nervous than you were because once you told him where you wanted to go, he knew what was going to come next. That’s when you guys had your first big fight, him not wanting you to go far because he knew that meant you would break up and you saying that it’s your future and you have to do what is best for yourself in the end.

“Does that mean you don’t see me as a part of your future?” you recall him asking, his heart breaking once the words left his mouth. You still remember his face when he said it, he was so hurt, eyes glossy with tears.

“It was wonderful,” you say, beaming. He smiled sadly at that, it stinging a little, but most of him does feel really happy that you are really happy. “I made a lot of friends and there was this convenience store near my dorm that sold the best cookies that were freshly baked.” He laughs lightly, nodding his head. He looks at you quickly to see your proud smile, which he loves so much; he loves hearing you talk about things passionately. “What about for you?” you ask, snapping him out of his daze.

“Hm?” he asks, looking down at his food hoping you didn’t catch him staring. He takes another bite before answering, “Oh, um, nothing really exciting happened to me. Although, I did really like a lot of my professors.”

“I figured.” you joke, earning a smile from him. “Have you found work yet?”

He nods his head. “It’s just a starting position, but it’s at the company I’ve always wanted to work at.”

You gasp and smile. He chuckles shyly, “Wow…” you say, making him even more shy, “you really are a big shot now.”

He bites his bottom lip, becoming shy from your praise. “No, it’s nothing big…”

“Yet.” you say, pointing your fork at him before continuing to eat.

He smiles and nods his head.

“So, you two pretty much talked the whole time.” Isa says as others begin to gather their things before leaving. “Shame that you left the birthday girl practically all by herself.” she says, pretending to be upset.

“I’m sorry,” you say, wrapping your arms around her, “I honestly didn’t expect to talk to him for that long.”

“You mean the entire time?” she asks casually while pointing a finger at you. You take your arms off of her and shove her lightly, making her laugh.

Isa goes to say goodbye to other people and you and Jake look at each other before exchanging awkward smiles. Although you spent the majority–okay, more like the whole–evening catching up, you didn’t really know how to process the fact that you are still very much in love with him. Love might be a bit strong, perhaps extremely attracted is more appropriate. Either way, you knew you still had feelings for him, but you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. Afterall, it’s been four years.

Everyone begins to walk out together and once again, you end up next to Jake as everyone simultaneously says their last goodbyes, leaving you with just Jake and Isa.

“Do you need a ride home?” they both ask at the same time, looking at each other after posing the question.

You look between them and Isa widens her eyes at you. “You know what,” she starts, clapping her hands together as she looks between the two of you, “you should just go with him, I’m sure you miss each other.”

“Isa…” you say, your eyes wide as Jake tries to hide his smile. She just smiles at you innocently before whispering that she will see you tomorrow and walking off to her car.

You and Jake look at each other before awkwardly smiling again.

“Do you mind if I take you home?” he asks, every part of his being hoping that you will say that you don’t mind.

“Not at all.” you say before giving a small smile and walking closer to him. Even better of a response than he anticipated. He smiles shyly before leading you over to his car, unlocking it and opening the passenger door for you to get in. You laugh lightly, “Such a gentleman.”

“Like always.” he replies before closing the door once you get in. He walks over and gets into the driver's seat, locking the doors once he is inside. You both sit there for a moment, not exactly sure what to say. Sure, you could give him the directions to your place, but neither of you are ready to leave the other again. You begin to pick at the sides of your nails as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes, looking away whenever you look up to glance at him, and then back at you when you look down again. “I’ve missed you.” he finally blurts out.

You look up and slowly turn your head towards him and he slowly turns his head to look at you, holding his breath as he waits for your answer. You smile softly, “I’ve missed you too.”

He sighs in relief and smiles, licking his lips as he looks down before looking back at you. “And thanks,” you raise an eyebrow, “for still being one of my biggest supporters.” he says a little more quietly.

You smile sweetly, reaching over to hold his hand. He feels his breath get caught in his throat. “I’ll always support you.”

It falls silent, simply just basking in each other's gaze, holding hands as he rubs his thumb along the back of your hand. He uses his free hand to push some of your hair delicately out of your face, his fingertips barely grazing your skin, giving you goosebumps. His hand lands on your cheek, him giving you one last glance before leaning in and kissing you.

God, did he miss your lips and god did you miss his. He moans a little into the kiss, only making you release your hand from his to hold the back of his neck, attempting to deepen the kiss. The kiss becomes sloppier the more desperate you become for each other, breathing quickly, grunts and moans escaping both of your lips as you both try to pour the love you still have for each other into it.

He moves his hand from your cheek to your waist, prompting you to switch from sitting in the passenger seat to straddling him instead. He begins to kiss you from your jaw to your neck as he swiftly reaches down to push his seat back from the steering wheel, giving you more room. You laugh a little, but moan as he begins to leave hickies along your collarbone.

You push him back in his seat, him smirking at you in your position; testing you. He runs his hands up and down the sides of your thighs as he practically eye fucks you.

“Just how much have you missed me?” he whispers, teasing you. He bites the corner of his bottom lip, his eyes no longer looking into yours, but your waist as he traces his fingers lightly over your stomach before rubbing moving them to rub your clit. The mini skirt you were wearing was driving him crazy, practically flashing your panites in front of him. You hiss at the sudden friction from his fingers and your underwear, him not bothering to move it out of the way. “Must’ve missed me a lot since you’re already so wet.” he teases, looking back at you.

Your hands grip his shoulders, fingernails digging into them, making him grimace, as you let out little moans. He is moving his fingers slowly, he wants you to answer, and you know that. You meet his gaze and decide to tease him back. You smile, letting out a breathy moan, moving one of your hands to push his hand away before grinding on his cock. He chuckles lowly while leaning his head back, eyes fluttering closed. You smile in satisfaction as he grips your hips, making you pick up your pace, his erection growing harder and harder. As much fun as it is to see him like this, trying to hold back the moans and whines he so clearly wants to vocalize, you decide this isn’t enough for you.

You lean close to his ear, “Would you rather cum in your pants or would you rather cum in me?”

He opens his eyes as you smile innocently, slowing down your pace. He scoffs, poking his tongue in the side of his cheek, gripping your hips making you stop your movements all together. “You haven’t changed very much, have you?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Clearly.”

He scoffs again, clenching his jaw as he keeps eye contact with you. He slips one of his hands off of your waist, undoing his belt as you continue to look at each other. He removes his other hand, undoing his pants, and you lift yourself up a bit as he raises his hips to lower his pants and boxers. He slings one of his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, using his other hand to position you over his cock, then taking his cock and using the tip to push your underwear to the side, smothering his precum along your folds.

You gasp a little as he moves his hand back to your waist, pushing you slowly onto his length. You both pull away from your kiss, letting out sighs of pleasure and stifled breaths. Once you fully settle onto his cock, he begins to rock your hips back and forth, not waiting for you to adjust because he already knows you’re used to his size.

“Fuck, you’re made for me, huh?” he asks, flashing a cocky smile as he tries to hold back his moans.

You just let out a moan in response, making him pick up his pace. You nestle your face in the crook of his neck, letting out your moans just loud enough for him to hear, only riling him up more. He grips your hips harder, feeling your arousal already dripping down his cock. He lets out little whines as he clenches his eyes shut, feeling close to his release. You pull yourself away from his neck, leaning away as your head falls back slightly. He opens his eyes, watching as your tits jiggle from his movements. He bites the inside cheek as his cock twitches inside of you.

“Fuck, Jake, right there.” you plead, adjusting yourself slightly as you feel him fucking you in the right spot. You take over moving your hips as he moves one of his hands to start rubbing your clit with no remorse. “Jake-” you moan, digging your nails into the side of his arm.

You feel yourself clenching around him and your legs begin to shake. You gasp loudly as you cum, making him bite his lip as he groans, cumming with you. You stop moving your hips, but he uses his hands to rock you back and forth a little as he rides out his high, no longer biting his lip as he tries to catch his breath, both of your cum mixed now dripping down his cock and a little in between your legs and his onto his thighs.

You rest your forehead on his, out of breath, and he laughs shyly, making you open your eyes to meet his. He runs his fingers lightly up and down the sides of your hips, “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks quietly. You smile and he kisses you quickly on the lips, “For old times’ sake?”

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yoshida-chiyo · 9 months

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Enhypen reaction when fans start a dating rumour between you and another idol

pairing: bf!enhypen x fem!reader

genre: fluff, humor

disclaimer: No images or GIFs used in this post belong to me. All credits to respective creators. Contact for credit/removal. Your work is valued.

𖠗 이희승 | Lee Heeseung:

catches you browsing TikTok with another idol and dramatically throws himself onto the couch 😩

sends you a giant "NO" emoji when he sees fan comments suggesting you have a secret handshake with the other idol

insists on being your personal TikTok coach to upstage the other idol's dance moves 😒

𖠗 박종성 | Park Jongseong:

gives you a suspicious look when you mention you and the other idol practiced your lines together, imagining an intense script showdown

threatens to start a fan club for your pet just to distract fans from the dating rumors 😡

develops an over-the-top, imaginary rivalry with the other idol, complete with imaginary wrestling matches

𖠗 심재윤 | Sim Jaeyun:

sends you a selfie with a cardboard cutout of himself and the other idol, captioned "Three's a crowd."

organizes a protest with other Enhypen members, waving signs that say "Justice for Solo Shirt-Wearers!"

seriously considers hiring a fake Dispatch photographer for a surprise expose on your next date 😇

he's so cute in this GIF i wanna cry (⋟﹏⋞)

𖠗 박성훈 | Park Sunghoon:

reacts to fan comments suggesting you and the other idol have matching hairstyles by considering a drastic, ridiculous hair change

suddenly declares himself the president of the "I'm Dating Myself" fan club to throw off dating rumors 😓

proposes a joint reality show with the other idol titled "Love Triangle in the Spotlight," complete with cheesy theme music 😑

𖠗 김선우 | Kim Sunoo:

photoshops himself into all the pictures of you and the other idol, posting them with captions like "Third Wheel Level: Expert."

starts a rumor that he has a secret twin who is dating the other idol, just for the sake of confusion

creates a PowerPoint presentation proving that you and the other idol are actually long-lost siblings separated at birth 😊

𖠗 양정원 | Yang Jungwon:

stages an elaborate "coincidental" meeting with you and the other idol at a convenience store, pretending it's a random encounter

tweets a series of melodramatic poems about the tragic love triangle, complete with overly dramatic readings on V Live 🤧

considers writing a fanfiction where he, you, and the other idol embark on a quest to find the legendary "Friendzone Crystal."

𖠗 西村力 | Nishimura Riki:

expresses his displeasure by creating an elaborate dance routine that symbolizes his emotional turmoil 😣

designs custom t-shirts with slogans like "I'm Just Here for the Snacks" to divert attention away from the dating rumors

convinces Enhypen members to start a viral hashtag campaign like #RikiDeservesBetter, making fans question their shipping choices

Note: Please refrain from reposting my work. If you appreciate it and would like to share, kindly link directly to the original post. Thank you for respecting the effort and creativity put into this content.

ty @666booklover

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justanotherfanartist · 6 months

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taps mic. ahem.

help a student write a dumb rvb research paper? pretty please?? for funsies???

This is exactly what it sounds like.

My current final of the year for my language composition class is a massive synthesis + argumentative research paper on any topic of our choosing, and Roosterteeth + RVB has too much messy junk going on that I’m knee-deep invested in mentally at this point to pass up the opportunity to write about it.

And yknow, I see a ton of media analysis posts coming out of the fandom all the time and I’ve always loved seeing it and reading into it and sharing ideas and whatnot and this feels like my way of doing that too.

Essentially what I’m reaching out for is for you guys to help me crowdsource resources and share your ideas with me to include in my term paper*.

things that would be wizard cool of you to send me are:

any interviews or behind the scenes with the cast and creators you happen to know of

your own analysis or hot takes of the characters or the show as a whole

what the show has meant to you

any clips of old Roosterteeth expos

for the older fans, a rough idea of what the release timeline looked like for the episodes and what the buildup and fan reaction was for each one

any commentary or hot takes on how the fandom has changed since you joined/that you know of

what Roosterteeth did wrong (writing wise and irl)

what Roosterteeth did right (writing wise and irl)

tropes within the show you noticed whether originated by the show or not

tropes within the fandom, things like similar portrayals or bad/good takes on characters or face canons that span artists

literally anything you can give me, media, commentary, or opinion wise

(not to say I can’t find things on my own, I already have, but this is also about varying opinions and the general outlook of the fandom as a whole and measuring the broader impact of a show like RvB and it would be incredibly cool of you to help me out even with just crumbs of character opinions)

The idea is to get evidence together from clips, personal anecdotes, and opinions so I can present an accurate read on the fandom, especially when it comes to fan interpretation of RVB vs Roosterteeth’s intentions for the show (and behavior as a company) and explore what the show was supposed to be, what it literally is, how people see it, what its impact has been, and a general overview of the it’s legacy and lifespan, that sort of thing.

My thesis is most likely going to end up something in the ballpark of “How Roosterteeth exemplifies the Franchisation of Indie Media” or “Why RvB is one of the most complicated/misunderstood/divisive shows in modern media” or “How Fandoms interpret and recontextualize media”

I’m going to guess that I likely won’t be able to post the finished paper up online without a solid buffer window to avoid the two mortifying scenarios that are (a) being accused of creative plagiarism and (b) having to tell my instructor that the tumblr account with a 100% match to my course final is, in fact, my tumblr account, are two things I desperately want to avoid.

However if I can, simply for the sake of contributing to the fandom and creating something for us to all contribute to and discuss and crediting various peoples’ help and input would be ideal and, if at all possible, that would be the end goal.

so yeah. if you’re up for it I’d love for you to dm me your thoughts or (more conveniently for the both of us) fill out this Google form down here!

*im not gonna, like, repost your detailed character analysis as my own or something. I’m just trying to find some good quotes, general opinions, and ideas from the fandom so that I can accurately represent them and do our little corner of the internet Justice. And also because the audience of a work is a massive factor in media analysis lmfao. and also to create a community sourced Fun Thing™️ we can all look at and bite the corners off of instead of watching Roosterteeth crash and burn in the backgroun

#rvb #red vs blue #roosterteeth #research #me and my dumb little projects #rvb paper

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flowerandblood · 11 months

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The Prince and The Fox (5)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: angst, violence, swearing ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school. Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don't ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adult in the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I'm writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that's all you expect, this isn't the fic for you.

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist Song used in this chapter: Ooh to be ah (Kajagoogoo)

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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In the morning, she was woken from a deep sleep by Helaena saying that breakfast was ready and that if she felt like it, she could take a shower afterwards. She rubbed her eyes, not knowing for a moment where she was or what had happened.

She thanked her and swallowed loudly, remembering the scenes from the night before, wondering for a moment if it was real or if she had just dreamt it. She quickly unlocked her phone to see her message history and froze.

Oh fuck.

She pressed her lips together thinking only of how embarrassingly pleasurable what she had experienced with him was, a closeness that probably surprised both her and him.

He enjoyed it.

He wouldn't have done it if it had been any other way.

She thought she couldn't screw it up.

She felt something for him.

She was surprised to see that in the kitchen, besides their mother, was also their father, whom she saw extremely rarely, from what Helaena told her he was often away on long business trips.

"Good morning." She said softly, and he nodded with a smile, swallowing loudly a piece of bread roll he had just taken a bite of.

"Good morning."

She decided to eat something light and settled for cornflakes with milk. She almost choked on them when Aemond appeared out of the blue, apparently he had just taken a shower because his hair was still damp.

He sat down opposite her and gave her a meaningful glance that made her hot, then reached his hand for the pancakes, involuntarily running his tongue over his lower lip.

She remembered the touch of his lips on hers, how soft and firm they were, how well he kissed, and lowered her gaze, swallowing loudly as she continued eating, listening to the exchange between Aegon and his mother.

"Your tutor says you can't concentrate and you're constantly looking through your phone instead of listening to what the teachers are saying." She said lowly, apparently hoping her husband would pick up on the subject as well. Mr Targaryen looked at her surprised and grunted, glancing at his son.

"Is that true, Aegon?"

Aegon rolled his eyes, combing through his hair with an impatient hand gesture, and snorted.

"It's Sunday for goodness sake, can I have at least one day of peace?"

After breakfast she thanked their parents for their hospitality, grabbed her things and decided she would go home, not wanting to take up any more of their time, she had to study for a test on Monday anyway.

Helaena hugged her and thanked her again for the lovely time, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at her brother who was sitting at the table looking at her with an impenetrable gaze.

They had not written to each other.

She wanted to, was even dying over not having contact with him, but on the other hand she thought that she couldn't keep nagging him now, that she had promised herself that she would let it all go at a leisurely pace, that hurrying might only discourage him.

She wondered if he was also thinking about her and what had happened between them.

The next day she got up very early and ran to take a shower, excited to see him again at the bus stop, to talk again. She was afraid that it would be awkward and weird, but at the same time she couldn't get the smile off her face. She decided to wear her favourite black short-sleeved dress with a collar, fastened with big white buttons and topped it off with black trainers.

She showed up well ahead of schedule, however, she couldn't stand to be home anymore out of excitement. She could feel her legs bouncing with excitement as she sat on the bench.

She swallowed loudly when she saw him walking with his backpack thrown over his shoulder from across the street, earphones in his ears as usual. Not knowing why, she got up from her seat as he walked closer, looking at him with big eyes.

For a moment they stared at each other, not knowing how to act, she could feel her heart pounding hard.

He pressed his lips together and looked away, swallowing loudly, without even taking his earphones out of his ears.

Something was wrong.

She didn't know why she felt such a tight squeeze of disappointment when he didn't sit next to her on the bus, but somewhere in the back, sitting with his hood pulled over his head, his forehead pressed against the glass.

He took a few steps back for some reason.

She swallowed loudly, feeling tears under her eyelids, turning the other way, wondering what she had done wrong.

She wiped her cheek with a trembling hand, ashamed that he had broken her heart with such ease.

She didn't seek his gaze or his attention, subconsciously sensing that he didn't want it, trying to focus on the class but feeling only a tightness in her throat and discomfort in her stomach. She thought she wanted to maintain her dignity, that she wouldn't run after him and beg on her knees for an explanation.

If he wanted to move away and changed his mind, so be it.

She tried not to look at him while he and a few other people stood at the bus stop waiting for their bus to arrive. She shuddered, however, when she heard someone say his name, a low, feminine voice.

She turned over her shoulder and noticed how a college-looking girl, much older than them threw her arms around him, she had long, beautiful raven-black hair, she was dressed in a smart, light-coloured coat and long, black heeled boots.

She looked so mature.

"Why aren't you answering my messages? Are you angry with me?" She asked, touching his arm in a way that suggested she knew him very well.

She saw him give her a quick, frightened look, as if he was uncomfortable that she was watching the scene, and then swallowed loudly, tense.

"Not here, Alys." He replied so quietly that she barely heard it.

"Are you ashamed of me?" She giggled, a genuine smile on her lips, her eyes bright, intense green, beautiful.

She felt tears under her eyelids again and turned her back to them, quickly putting her earphones in her ears, not wanting to hear this discussion, turning on 'Ooh to Be Ah' by Kajagoogoo on her phone, feeling the tears run down her face.

She stared dully ahead, wondering if they were together, if she had miscalculated in thinking that he was inexperienced and lost just like her.

She imagined him the way she wanted to see him.

She boarded the bus first, not caring if he was still talking to her or not. She sat down in the first better available seat, and when she saw that he immediately sat next to her she pressed her lips together and stood up, wanting to change.

She felt him grab her arm, felt him say something to her, but she pulled away from him.

"Now do you want to talk?" She growled, not even taking her earphones out of her ears, not even caring what he had to say, walking to the other end of the bus, tired and frustrated by his behaviour, by the fact that he didn't know what he wanted, by deciding for himself when they were supposed to talk and when they weren't.

She wasn't a toy but a human being who felt.

She figured real friends didn't behave like that.

She waited until everyone had left before heading for the exit and saw through the window that he hadn't gone home but was waiting, his earphones hanging by his neck from under his sweatshirt. She squeezed her eyes shut, sighing heavily.

Fuck.

She stepped off the bus, pretending not to see him, but he immediately followed her, grabbing her by her arm, turning her violently in his direction, ripping her earphones from her ears.

"− what −"

"− can you fucking wait? − I'm talking to you −" He growled, and she pulled away from him, frowning her eyebrows, furious.

"Just an hour ago you were pretending you didn't know me, my friend." She said with a sneer, turning away from him again, his hand again on her arm, this time clenched much tighter.

"That hurts." She muttered as he turned her again violently, holding her wrist, his jaw clenched, fury in his eyes.

"− just − just stop for fucking second and listen − okay? −" He asked, and she sighed heavily, looking away, standing still, feeling like her heart was in her throat.

She didn't know if she wanted to hear what he had to say.

"My ex-girlfriend texted me last night saying she wanted to meet me. That she misses me. I couldn't recover from her for a long time. I didn't know anymore what or if I felt for her after everything that happened between us… you know. Fuck. I just wanted to think it all through. Alone. And instead of giving me time, like you did, she came to our school nagging me. Okay?" He asked lowly, leaning over her, and she looked at him with a pained expression.

"Whenever you have to think about something are you going to pretend you don't know me? Don't worry, from me you will never experience nagging. I don't want a friend who cares only about his comfort. I will not be your secondary solace. I regret everything that has happened between us." She said with pain and disappointment, pulling away from him and moving towards her house without looking at him.

It took me a long time to recover from her.

I didn't know how I felt.

He still loved her.

He still loved her, and yet he himself proposed that she stay with him, that she kiss him.

He wanted to see if it would feel good with another girl?

To feel better?

She threw herself down on her bed as soon as she got back into her room and burst into loud sobs.

She felt used.

She believed him.

She believed him to have pure, sincere intentions.

She pressed her lips together as she saw her display light up in the evening, the screen showing that she had received a new message from him.

She shook her head and went back to reading her textbook, not wanting to talk to him, not wanting to listen to his explanations, not wanting to be his friend or anyone else.

After half an hour, however, she got another message and then another and sighed heavily, heartbroken, wondering why he suddenly cared. She figured he wanted her now because she didn't need him, but if she just got his interest back then he would pretend not to know her again.

She reached for her phone and unlocked it, going into her messages with a pounding heart.

She pressed her lips together reading his last two messages and swallowed loudly, feeling hot in her stomach.

I told Alys I'm sorry, but for now I want to focus on a relationship with someone else and by that someone I mean you.

Oh shit.

What was she going to say to that?

She sat and looked at the display, panicked.

She herself no longer knew what she felt, what she wanted.

She shuddered when suddenly a new message appeared below previous ones.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

She decided she would do just that.

That she wouldn't answer him, she would just think about it.

Let him know what it was like.

The next day it was he who was already waiting at the bus stop when she left the house, as soon as he saw her he immediately pulled his earphones out of his ears, looking at her with wide eyes. She walked up to him and they stood like that for a while in silence.

"…did you get my messages?" He asked lowly, uncertainly, and she nodded. He swallowed loudly and hummed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Shall we go truant?"

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sashi-ya · 11 months

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❀˖ KINKTOBER 23 MASTERLIST ㅤㅤㅤOct 15th - Oct 31st

ʚ 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 ɞ

- this list belongs to the fics posted from the 15th to the 31st of October. Unfortunately, Tumblr doesn't allow to have 31 links together in the same post, so this is the second half of Kinktober. For the fics posted on the 1st of October till the 14th, please visit THIS LINK: MASTERLIST OCT 1ST-14TH - mdni, do not copy, repost or translate without permision. - writing and posting 31 fics is a lot of work for us writers, please reblog, share and leave feedback! thanks ♡ - tag system as an extra tw: soft kinks 🤍 | mild kinks 💜 | hard kinks 🖤 |

❀˖⁺ OCT 15. wedding night ⋆ basil hawkins x f! r 🤍 synopsis. after the party, it's time to start the first night of your lives as one single soul.

❀˖⁺ OCT 16. strap on/ pegging ⋆ eustass kidd x f! r 💜 synopsis. sometimes even the strongest pirates like to leave their pleasure in their lovers' hands... or should I say strap ons?

❀˖⁺ OCT 17. sleep play ⋆ portgas d ace x f! r 🖤 synopsis. Ace is a man who would do anything to please you, specially if your body lays tempting by his side...

❀˖⁺ OCT 18. cumdump ⋆ kuchiki byakuya x f! r 🤍 synopsis. sometimes stress can be too much for the head of the Kuchiki clan... get ready, because when Byakuya gets back home you will have to help him release all that built up tension... inside of you.

❀˖⁺ OCT 19. humiliation ⋆ trafalgar law x f! r 🖤 synopsis. Law has built himself a reputation as the sadistic surgeon of death; well, there you are to prove why he gets called that way.

❀˖⁺ OCT 20. getting caught ⋆ shanks x f! r 🤍 synopsis. friends that secretly wish to be lovers. A party, some alcohol and a convenient pantry closer to your needy bodies... you are at risk of getting caught, but still don't mind.

❀˖⁺ OCT 21. fear play ⋆ äs nödt x f! r 🖤🖤 synopsis. toxic and crazy, fearless and frightening... Äs will do anything to have you, will you let him? -even if he doesn't really care-

❀˖⁺ OCT 22. writer's choice ⋆ adult! ishida uryu x f! r synopsis. an AU where Uryu becomes the ruler of the Quincy years after TYBW ends. A different type of king, that still needs someone to serve him.

❀˖⁺ OCT 23. medical play ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r 💜 synopsis. Kisuke isn't a doctor, but he needs to learn more about the human female anatomy in order to improve his gigai prototypes... would you let him use you for the sake of science?

❀˖⁺ OCT 24. cock warming ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r 🤍 synopsis. would you let Aizen sleep inside of you on a cold rainy autumn night?

❀˖⁺ OCT 25. haki/reiatsu ⋆ shanks x f! r 🤍 synopsis. a friendly tug of war, of power and will; when bodies are joining, you will let Shanks win.

❀˖⁺ OCT 26. shower sex ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! arrancar! r 🤍 synopsis. serve your master, clean his body... give your body.

❀˖⁺ OCT 27. femdom ⋆ ishida ryuuken x f! r 💜 synopsis. and until Masaki isn't out of his head, fix his body, fix his mind, take control and drag him down.

❀˖⁺ OCT 28. fleshlight ⋆ a! kurosaki ichigo x f! r x a! ishida uryu 💜 synopsis. when your heart is divided in two, why chose one part... if you can have both?

❀˖⁺ OCT 30. cnc ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r 🖤🖤 synopsis. are you all alone late at night? bad, bad things can happen to girls like you

❀˖⁺ OCT 31. blood play ⋆ mayuri kurosutchi x f! r synopsis. like a drug running through your veins, that's exactly how much you need Mayuri...

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hotteoki · 2 years

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until i found you (l.y.b.)

pairing: lee yongbok/felix x fem!reader

wc: 2.7k

warnings: /

notes: let’s pretend for the sake of this fic that gold watch felix doesn’t exist… 😃

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©️ hotteoki | do not repost

felix was your first love, your only love. when you first started dating, you both knew already that eventually, it was inevitable that you would break up. it was impossible for first relationships to ever last forever. despite that, you continued on the relationship, only praying that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance of it being permanent.

the relationship shockingly went on longer than all your classmates and parents predicted, 3 years of being with your soulmate, or so you were convinced. needless to say, you experienced your first ever heartbreak when felix broke the news to you about moving back to korea to jumpstart his idol life.

you were grateful that he, at least, was clearly upset about leaving you. that way you could remember your first relationship as mutually loving, that it wasn't one-sided.

you remembered sending him off at the airport, holding back tears, and keeping up your composure. seeing his shimmering eyes welling up had made you want to cry as well, but you had forced yourself to swallow the growing lump in your throat. that day had been well over 5 years ago, yet you still remembered it like it was yesterday.

of course, you had attempted long-distance with him, but school for you and training for him was too overwhelming, and eventually you lost contact, wondering whether pressing that call button of the other's number would change anything.

it hurt even more to see him all over the internet now. you were beyond proud of him, of course, he had always dreamt of being a singer, but it hurt knowing that felix had probably forgotten all about you. surely, by now, he would have gotten into tons more relationships, right? far more than you, anyway. it's not like you haven't gone on dates, it was just that none of them could ever compare the true love you felt for felix.

so when you travelled to korea during the winter holidays with your friends, you secretly prayed to somehow, if the stars had finally managed to align, you would cross paths with felix again. "maybe you'll bump into him on the street or something!" it was meant to be a joke, but deep down, you honestly did want that to happen.

after spending the entire day walking around the busy streets of seoul, you were exhausted. laying on one of the grand beds and waiting for the bathroom to be free, you noticed you were still feeling a bit hungry. jumping up and to the door, you announced to your friends of your leaving the hotel. yuna, the only one who wasn’t currently in the toilet doing her nightly routine, had offered to tag along, worried for your safety. "it's fine, it's right next to the hotel, they'll be hotel security watching."

she was unconvinced, but you had already ran off. (do not ever let your friends go out the dark alone, this is purely for the plot of the fic, i promise you will not meet a handsome korean man in the middle of the night. stay safe ladies <3) truthfully? you hoped you could somehow catch felix in the convenience store. you knew the chances were impossibly low, but you weren't going to leave korea with your head filled with 'what ifs?'

rummaging through the shelves, you weren't even sure what you wanted to buy. you had collected a few snacks for your friends, but you had cravings for almost everything in the cursed store, and you didn't have enough money to pay, even if you had ditched the others' food.

after putting down the cup noodles for the fifth time, you sighed deeply, knowing picking it up and down wouldn't make money magically appear in your pocket. just as you were about to walk away, a taller figure leaned over you, taking the exact cup noodle package you had been fiddling with for the past few minutes.

your first instinct was to push the person away. looking up to meet the stranger's eyes, still slightly stunned from the sudden intruding, your fear was quickly replaced with genuine surprise. “felix,” you winced at the harshness of your tone; you meant it as more of a greeting. “hey again.” you were convinced his voice was hand crafted by angels themselves.

without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a warm hug. you hadn’t even realised you had returned it instinctively until he pulled away, causing your arms to fall to your side. “what are you doing here in korea? i thought you’d be back home?” home. you couldn’t resist the widening smile on your face. felix still considered australia his home.

“i came here as a getaway with my friends. work has been crazy overwhelming,” you rubbed your neck, fidgeting under his gaze. you couldn’t bear to meet his eyes; there was no way he still had feelings for you, you probably mistook the kindness in his eyes as adoration. or even love.

felix sighed, taking your items from your hold and placing them in his basket, beginning to walk down the aisle, “tell me about it. we’ve been preparing for our new song and i think the stress is getting to all of us. it’s actually why i came down here, to get away from the pressure, you know?” you trailed beside him, playing with your fingers subconsciously. not once did you consider how stressful an idol’s job could be, you had kind of expected it to be more carefree than a regular job, considering they didn’t exactly have a 9-5 schedule.

“how’s the idol life going? loving your fans?” you forced a smile, pushing the big question you so badly wanted to ask him down your throat. “yeah, of course. stays are the best, i wish i could meet them all and just, you know, say thank you. i wouldn’t have gotten anywhere without them.” you stopped in your step, “you know that’s not true, you’ve always been talented in music.”

felix laughed, blushing from the compliment, “thank you. but enough about me, how’s your life going?” you continued down the aisle in thought, him following along. you weren’t so sure telling your ex boyfriend whom you still had feelings for that you dumped so many guys because of him was such a good idea. you chose to settle for the safer route, “well, i got my dream job, and it’s going pretty well, which, thank the lord.”

he nodded in understanding, “yeah, i remember you saying how scared you were about getting a job you hated and having to live with that.” you had been so busy talking you hadn’t even realised felix had paid for your items as well. “oh, no, it’s okay, i’ll pay you back, wait,” you panicked, reaching for your wallet. “no, no, it’s fine, i insist,” he placed a hand on your wrist, guiding the both of you out the convenience store, “it’s honestly okay.”

he held out the smaller plastic bag to you, “there’s yours.” you received it, and couldn’t help noticing the significantly larger bag he clutched in his other hand. felix smiled sheepishly, “i promise i’m not crazy. it’s for the others.” “ah.” there was a silence before he smiled again, “do you want to come back to the building with me and meet the other guys?” panic began to rise in your chest again. although you knew felix when you were both 17, he could very well have completely changed now. you were also convinced going to an unknown building at 12 at midnight was a one way ticket to danger.

felix, seemingly sensing your unease, added, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to! please don’t feel obliged to.” you contemplated. on one hand, you finally reunited with felix, the person whom you’ve loved for years, hoping every day you could see him again; but on the other hand, not only would your friends be worried sick, but you were aware of the risks of going back with a not-so stranger at night.

finally deciding on a plan, you offered, “meet here tomorrow at 12 in the afternoon?” oh, the gleam in felix’s eyes made you want to succumb into his very being so bad. “i’ll see you then.”

“you’re kidding.” you were gathered around on one of the beds with your friends, telling them about your encounter with felix. “you proved me wrong so quickly,” millie tsked, throwing herself back onto the pillows. “i still can’t believe it. genuinely, what are the chances?” yuna crossed her arms, staring in wonder. “that’s not the point now, though, is it?” leah settled everyone down with that statement. she crossed her arms, turning to you, “the point is that you’re meeting up with an ex boyfriend, the only one who you’ve ever truly been in love with,” she paused, sighing at your disappointed look,

"i don’t mean that it’s a bad thing, darling, i know you love him, but we have to approach this realistically, right? the relationship ended because felix had to move back. even if you were to date him again, eventually we’re going back to australia,” leah tried reasoning gently, placing a hand on your knee. you remained silent. she was right. “that being said, you can still meet him, but it would be really dangerous for your feelings…” tara chimed in, trailing off. “i honestly think staying here with us is the safest path, but if you’re willing to take a risk,” leah shrugged. for felix? you’d take any and all risks for him.

of course you didn’t tell him of your dilemma. how could you? seeing the little hops in his every step brightened your day immediately. the girls had been reasonably disheartened that you couldn’t join them for their shopping, but you knew they had tried not to let it show by waiting with you at to the store until felix arrived.

“have you had lunch yet?” felix prodded, not wanting you to go about the day without the energy you needed. nodding, you allowed him to lead you down the road, towards the infamous jyp building. you had silently wished he would hold your hand like he always used to, but you also knew that any bit of hope should be crushed right then and there. this wasn’t the felix you dated years ago, this is another felix. an unfamiliar one, who has a new online persona, and even though he smells exactly like he used to, has the same smile, still as caring as before, this wasn’t your felix.

one step into the building and you already wanted to run away. this was a horrible idea. the sweet tone of felix greeting the staff practically turned you into a puddle, and you knew right then and there that you needed to leave immediately before an inevitable messy situation comes up.

just as you were about to protest about going back to your friends, you were interrupted by hyunjin and jeongin. you had recognised them plenty of times from social media. feeling obliged to stay now, you smiled awkwardly at their warm welcomings.

introducing yourself as well, you hadn't failed to notice their smiles falter at the mention of your name. you unwillingly began jumping to conclusions. did felix talk badly about you? did you do something just now to offend them? was it your outfit? did they know who you were?

you did fail to catch, however, was how felix's entire face flushed with red at the un-subtleness of his friends. they knew exactly just how in love with you he still was, he had never moved on, how could he? you were the love of his life, the one made just for him. no other girl he went on time-wasting dates with could ever compare to you.

felix was only slightly glad they pulled you away to their dance practice room to meet the other members, he needed time to recollect his thoughts, wait for his burning cheeks to cool down and return his speeding heartbeat to normal.

it was way too long before felix could pull you away for some alone time again. realistically, it was probably around 10 minutes or so, and it would've been longer had chan not caught felix's sulking eyes over his friends hogging the girl he had longed to reunite with for years. chan knew the reason why felix's relationships never lasted and why he was picky about going on dates.

felix's nervous mood throughout your lunch together in the now empty practice room was contagious, you now felt paranoid too. "are you okay?" you tried to ask casually, placing the leftover rubbish of your lunch down beside you. his eyes flew to meet yours, his jittery behaviour was unlike him. "yeah, no, i'm fine, i just..." he breathed in, swallowing with difficulty, "i haven't seen you in a long time." oh.

"it's..." he sighed, running a hand through his hair, leaning back against the mirrored wall, resting his other hand on his knees. "this year's been tough for me. i was in a really dark space and i wasn't sure what to do, you know? i would always think back to how you would be the one i'd run to whenever i needed someone to talk to, and how i could trust you with anything," he paused, looking for any indications of discomfort on your expression. your smile allowed him to visibly relax, his shoulders dropping.

"i have to admit that," he hesitated, before continuing reluctantly, "i was convinced that i would never fall in love again." another pause. "unless it's you i fall into," felix's voice grew quieter and quieter, as if he was uncertain whether he should go on or not. leaning over slightly and reaching for his hand, you squeezed it once, giving him reassurance. you were honestly surprised you weren't full on crying with joy. he still loved you.

felix seemed more sure of himself, but his words still failed him as they came out shakily, "i was... lost. i was lost within the darkness. nothing helped. i tried putting my emotions into singing, but i still felt that burning pain inside." your heart ached at his words. you felt guilty for doubting his feelings for you, all this time you thought he had long moved on.

"but then i found you." you finally saw it. your eyes connected with his and it was unmistakable. the love in his eyes was true. he stood up, and for a second you thought he was about to run away, but he tugged on your interlocked hands, indicating for you to follow.

now that you were standing parallel to him, felix held out something in his hand. how long had he been holding that for? he probably fished it out of his pocket while standing up. you took the item in your hands, before realising it was the necklace you gifted him the day he left. he kept it.

it was a simple, silver necklace with your initial and his chained together. you stared up at him, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do with it. "i never wore it because of how much it reminded me of you, and it hurt to be reminded every day of how it's possible that i would never see you again."

you remained silent. you knew that once you clasped the chain around his neck, you're done for. you'd never be able to let him go. you were conflicted. this was your dream come true, reconciling with your first and only love; but on the other hand, you had your whole life in australia, everything you'd ever worked for was there.

but felix was here. he's right here, right in front of you.

wrapping your arms around him, you connected the clips of the necklace. your arms remained there, and you pressed your cheek against his chest, breathing in his scent. felix enveloped your figure in his hold, his head resting atop yours.

although your voice came out slightly muffled, what you said next brought the biggest grin on his face. "i'll never let you go again like i did before." you had a hell of a story to tell your friends.

#lee felix #felix x reader #stray kids x reader #skz #skz x reader #stray kids #yongbok x reader #stray kids felix #stray kids x you #stray kids fluff #bang chan x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #jeongin x reader #minho x reader #bang chan x you #christopher bang #i.n on top #jisung x reader

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beif0ngs · 10 months

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someone has kindly informed me that tumblr user @jim-bei (now @soranatus) might've been reposting some of my gifs, and wow i'm actually speechless...

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and they have the absolute f*cking NERVE to include tags like these on reposted gifsets containing MY gifs: #I know this episode came out a while ago but I wanted to try and make my own edit of it / #I know I’m very late to gif this but I wanted to give it a try like listen, i can recognize my gifs from a single damn glance because i take the time & effort to make them. what tumblr user @jim-bei/@soranatus is doing here is simply f*cking 'cropping' and stealing my gifs and passing it off as their own.

[UPDATE]

found ANOTHER one of my gifsets that they reposted

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they conveniently cropped out my watermark and then proceeded to oversaturate the gifs in a pathetic attempt to pass it off as their own gifs... like wow, i am actually f*cking pissed.

[ANOTHER UPDATE]

ALRIGHT... this is making me more mad by the minute. so, not only are they LYING, they're trying to spin it in such a way that their reposted gifs containing my gifs is simply 'editing it similarly'. dude no, there is NO f*cking way. when i make gifs, i not only crop AND resize the scenes the way i want it, i also recolor and sharpen them using my own settings. yes, gifmakers can make similar sets but never the EXACT same. their so-called 'editing it similarly' is literally cropping MY gifs, and reposting it as their own.

[ADDITIONAL UPDATE]

someone else just messaged me to let me know that they've apparently changed their url to @soranatus

#One Piece #opgraphics #Across the Spiderverse #atsvedit #sorry to tag this in the fandom but i just want people to know this sh*t ain't cool #and y'all wonder why gifmakers have to watermark their gifs #it's because of f*cking people like that #like i literally had no idea until someone kindly told me because i had them blocked a while ago

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authurials · 2 years

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📬 headcannon req for Harwin

✪ how would harwin handle the conversation and the slow fallout of his marriage when he goes to his wife and informs her about his affair+first newborn child with the Queen.

Ngl If Harwin had a wife, I don’t think he would’ve told her he was cheating or had a baby with Rheanyra until the baby came out looking like him and rumors started going around.

+ignore this if you think it’s repetitive or too similiar to your previous fic <3

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . cheating!harwin x s/o reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . slight angst and infidelity

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . thank you for the request! expanded on the headcanon to include the entirety of harwin's affair with rhaenyra and how that led to the deterioration of his marriage with s/o--hope you enjoy! remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading and please do not repost/claim as your own please

✒ there is no love between you and harwin when you first marry--it is a marriage made purely of convenience and the ambition of your own family; however, it does not take long for you to develop a fondness and respect for your husband that eventually turns into love. during the first few years with harwin, you bear him two children--a boy and a girl that are the spitting image of their father.

✒ it is when harwin moves you to court after his father is named viserys' hand that things begin to fall through the cracks of what you believed to be a happy union; you do not immediately take note of the distance harwin creates between the two of you after the wedding between princess rhaenyra and laenor, but it is apparent to the court that something is amiss.

✒ when harwin does tell you of the affair between him and the princess, it is after the fact. rhaenyra has just given birth to jacaerys, and it is clear to many if not all that the child bares little to no resemblance to the man who claimed him. it is hard for you to ignore the rumors when they begin, and impossible when harwin comes to you remorseful for the position he put himself and therefore you in.

✒ harwin is ready for your anger, for your tears, for even your violence, but all that you give him is your silence. you find yourself unable to reconcile together the man of honor that you married to the man before you in your chambers, asking you for your forgiveness. to you, they are not the same man--the harwin you married all those years ago would never have done this to your or your family, or so you had believed.

✒ the fallout of your marriage does not happen all at once, it happens painstakingly slow over the years following his admission. he tries all he can to regain your trust, but all it does is leave a stale taste in your mouth. you cannot bring yourself to forget let alone forgive, not when their is a constant reminder in way of the young prince. however, for the sake of your children, you eventually do begin to try and repair the damage your husband has caused, finding it surprisingly easy to fall back into yours and harwin's old patterns. once again, you succumb to his charm, and the pair of your are on the verge of reconciliation when the princess announces her second pregnancy.

✒ this time, harwin does not wait until the baby is born to tell you of his infidelity. he throws himself at your mercy, confessing that he had once again stepped out the bounds of your union and fallen into bed with the named heir. harwin claims it was before he had any hope of your forgiveness, as if it they would soften the fact that he was to have yet another child by another woman. this time, you choose anger as your weapon of choice, creating a scene in the castle that would only further the rumors that the princess' children were not her husband's. you bar harwin for coming to your chambers again, promising that though you must remain married to him that there is no longer a place for him in your marital bed nor your heart.

✒ when the third child of harwin and rhaenyra is born, you are barely on speaking terms with your husband. you tolerate his presence on special occasions, bore the looks of pity thrown your way when he would escort you on his arm, but you made good on your promise never to love him again as you had so foolishly done before. even as harwin attempts to repair the damage he continues to cause, you stay firm in your determination never to be so blinded by the history the two of you shared. harwin had proven time and time again that he would not stay faithful, even if his claims of love could be believed. after harwin is sent away, you stay behind to prepare the children for the journey to harrenhall, unaware of the plot hatching against your family.

✒ upon receiving news of your husband's death, you cannot find it in yourself to cry or even feel sadness; you had already resigned yourself to the fact that you had lost harwin long ago.

#˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 :#house of the dragon #hotd #harwin strong #harwin strong x reader #harwin strong one shot

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rjmartin11 · 1 year

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Just One Kiss Chapter Six

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Once upon a Memphis time, you and Elvis were very close friends who turned lovers. After he went into the Army, you both drifted apart, leaving you heartbroken. Time passes, and you go on a Vegas business trip with your long-term boyfriend, Edward, and find out that your old lover is performing at The International Hotel. Old feelings surface once again, and you plan on making this a trip neither of you will soon forget.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Healing and forgiving. Love making without making love. Material is not suitable for under 18 years of age. View discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: Welcome come to Chapter Six of our little E.P. drama. What shall happen next? Again, thank y'all for all the love! If you like this chapter, repost, like, follow, and comment. I appreciate all kind words.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ💋✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ

You stop fighting Elvis, and he loosens his grip on your wrists, but he still holds on to you. You try to catch your breath.

"What is there to talk about, Elvis?" You state with an angry filled tone. You don't look him in the eyes for fear you'll cry harder than you already are.

"Your fucking attitude for one. Why you left Memphis, and where the hell did you go?" Elvis says.

"It doesn't fucking matter."

"It fucking matters to me! You matter to me!"

"Since when? When you were with Anita?" You question him.

"You have always mattered to me." Elvis pauses and leans his head onto yours. "I love you, Y/N."

The words coat your eardrums, and your heart throbs at what used to be. You would give anything to hear those words roll off Elvis' tongue and fall from his lips.

"Lies. I was convenient for you. I was your rebound after June. Just your bridge to Anita."

"No, baby. That's not true. Look at me."

"Please let me go, Elvis."

"Look at me."

You slowly turn your head to gaze upon his face. Elvis has tears in his eyes that have yet to break the tearducts. The look he gives you. It's so familiar a gaze. It's the same look he gave you the first time you made love that rainy day back in 1957.

Elvis leans forward to kiss your lips, but you dodge his advance. You did as he asked you. You looked at him. He doesn't get to kiss you.

"Y/N, please."

"Elvis, there's nothing more to discuss. That girl you once knew is gone. You broke my heart. That's my fault for giving it to you. We both have significant others. I need to get back to mine."

"You wanna leave?" Elvis asks sternly.

"Yes."

Elvis releases your hands and moves off of you. "There's the door. I won't hold you anymore."

You wipe your face. Quickly rising from the bed, you make your way towards the door. Before you touch the doorknob, Elvis grabs your wrist. You look back at him.

"Just one kiss? For old time sake?" Elvis asks this of you like the last request of a prisoner on death row.

You don't know what comes over you, but you grant him his last request. You grab his face in both hands and massage his tongue with your own. You kiss Elvis with so much overwhelming passion that your heart skips a beat.

You quickly pull away from him and exit the room. You walk fast to the elevator, but you hear broken glass in the background. It stops you in your tracks. Elvis...

Your head is saying, "Take your ass to the elevator and leave Elvis where he is."

Your heart is saying, "Don't leave him. He needs you. You need to speak to him about everything."

You've ignored your heart for so long that you forgot that compassionate side of yourself. You know, first and foremost, you don't owe Elvis an explanation for your actions. You never asked him to explain himself. Perhaps if you did, things would be different, but here you are. Broken to the core and trying to pick up the pieces where they lay.

You haven't forgiven Elvis for what he did. Maybe you can be vindicated from the past if you do, so you make the adult decision and go back.

He left the door open. Was he waiting for you to come back, or was he just that careless? What does it matter? You're here for him now. You enter the room quietly. Les Elvis throws something at you, but you don't see Elvis throwing things. You see a shattered mirror and a few things in disarray. The nightstand is turned over, and the lamp is broken. The phone is off the hook, and you can hear the busy signal.

Elvis is draped over the bed, crying into a pillow. He holds onto that pillow so tightly as he sobs. The last time you remember seeing Elvis like this was the day of Mama Gladys' funeral. It's not complete the same. It seems as though he cries as he's lost... a loved one.

You come closer to Elvis and rub his back. Taken by surprise, Elvis jumps and turns towards you.

"You came back?" Elvis asks, the constellation of your presents seems to leave him speechless.

"Against my better judgment, yes." You say.

A single tear falls to Elvis' cheek, and there's a glow in his eyes. It softens your soul. He cups your cheek with his hand. You close your eyes, remembering how much you indulged in his touch. Goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Elvis, no." You tell him as you gently remove his hand from your face. "I didn't come back for that."

"Why did you come back?"

As you hold Elvis' hand, you notice the blood on the back of his hand from where he punched the mirror. It was slightly swollen with cuts on his knuckles.

"Oh, Elvis. Your hand." You reply, gently rubbing it.

You placed his hand on the pillow he was holding. You head to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth. You run cloth under some cool water from the faucet and head back to the bedroom. Elvis sits on the bed patiently, waiting for you. You place the cool cloth over his hand, and he tenses up at the sting.

"I came back because you were right, Elvis. We need to talk." You say, holding the cloth on the top of his hand.

"So, you'll tell me where you went after you left Memphis?" He asks.

You don't look him in the eye. You still nurse his hand. "No, Elvis."

"Then what's the point of us talking?"

"Because we need to clear the air between us, E." You say, looking up at him. "I can't tell you where I went just in case I need to go back. It's safer that way."

"Well, there's no need to ask you why you left. That's on me." Elvis says, placing his hand on top of mine.

"And that's my fault because I knew what kind of man were then. I just... wanted to believe the words you said."

"Y/N, I thought you were dead." Tears trickled down his cheeks. "You just disappeared with no word. I went by your house. By your job. Your mama won't tell me nothing."

"A part of me did die when I saw you two together. I couldn't confront you, E. I didn't know how, and my heart was past broken. I had to leave Memphis. I know I couldn't face you without saying ugly things to you. But look what I've done. I have."

"I deserved it, baby. I deserved it."

"I know you can't apologize to me, E. You're too proud to do so, but I forgive you. I forgive you, Elvis Presley."

You say these words to Elvis, and tears lightly flow out your eyes. You never thought forgiving him would feel this good. You exhale as you feel the chains of the past break. All that pain you felt towards Elvis, gone. Of course, he hurt you, but his one sin didn't destroy all the good times you had together.

"And, I-I-I understand. You had just lost your mama, and you needed to fill that void with as much love as possible." You say, touching his face. "God. I even forgive Anita. She can't take away the love we have for one another. We did have good times, didn't we, E?"

Elvis nods his head, and a smirk appears on his gorgeous face. Elvis' cerulean eyes light up with thoughts of your past together. Times that make his soul lighter than air. Those times seemed better, being that his mama was around. Of course, you were forgiving and understanding about the situation. Those are two reasons why he loves you.

"There she is. My love." Elvis says, taking his other hand to your face. "No one can ever take our love away. Our times and our moments. Some of the best times of my life. It seems I had everything counting you."

You remove the cool cloth and look at his hand. The blood clotted, and the bleeding ceased. The bruising around his knuckles makes itself more evident. You lightly rub the top of his hand.

"You have Laura now. You should do right by her and let me go."

"No, baby. Never." Elvis takes both of his hands and grabs your face, placing your heads together. "I can never let you go. You coming back into my life last night opened my heart again."

"E, I will always love you. You're my best friend." You gently pull away and kiss his forehead. "And as your best friend, I should confess I don't like your girlfriend. Please tell me you aren't just with her for her ass and legs?"

Elvis laughs loud and hard. "Wow, Y/N, you know me too well." He says, calming down from his laughing fit. "She does have a great ass, yeah. She's also a great detraction from things. Why is it that you don't like Laura?"

"She's young, naive, and I find her to be untrustworthy and a bit deceitful."

"Why do you say deceitful?"

"The first night I spoke with her, she mentioned your bank account. If she truly loves you, the last thing on her mind should be how much money you have in your bank account."

Elvis just shakes his head. "She's better than that. She was just joking with you..."

"No, E." You interrupt him. "No woman says that over the man she loves. I wouldn't..."

You stop yourself short. This isn't about you. It's about forgiving Elvis and moving on with Eddie. That is if you can forgive him.

"E, you have to live your own life and make your own decisions. I have to go."

"Don't. Please stay. Stay with me for the rest of the night."

You shake your head in disbelief. How could he even think you'd stay? Was it because of last night? You couldn't even fathom being here with him as more than friends. Elvis could coax you into anything he wanted. He could charm the skin off a snake. You hate to imagine what he could do if you were truly vulnerable. Your will is strong, but your heart and your head were at odds.

"Y/N, we don't have to do anything." He tries to convince you. "My hand. It still hurts. You will help me, won't you? You won't..."

"Elvis." You place your index finger over his lips. "Begging is beneath you."

Elvis kisses your finger, and you snatch your finger away from him. You felt a small surge travel through your finger. It made you feel the way you once did when he was completely yours.

"You can't do that, E if you want me to stay."

"Friends kiss, Y/N. I kiss all my friends."

"Oh, you kiss Red and Jerry and Sonny?"

"Stop. All my lady friends. Especially the ones that mean the most to me. Like you." He says, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"No kissing, Elvis. Please. I'll stay but don't kiss me."

"Why? You afraid that you may forget about Ed? Afraid you may lose control and fuck me like last night?"

"Ha. You're so funny, Elvis. I'm not afraid of anything. I think..." You take a deep breath and close your eyes. "I'm just feeling my hangover kick in. I shouldn't have taken that last drink."

You slowly laid down on the bed for quick comfort. You felt the room spinning a bit, and your body felt heated.

"Y/N, baby, are you okay?" Elvis asked you.

You took another deep breath to calm yourself down.

"I really shouldn't have had that last drink." You said.

Elvis left the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the faucet water running. A moment later, Elvis returned with a cool washcloth and a small cup of water. He placed the cloth on your head and the cup in your hand.

"Don't drink it unless you want to vomit." He said.

You hear him moving things around the bed. Tidying up the area by the bed. You hear a big object shuffle upward that you believe is the nightstand. He placed things back on top of it, such as the phone and lamp. He took the cup of water from you. You guess to placing it on the nightstand.

"Drinkin' and singin'. Is that the life you've been living since you left Memphis?" Elvis asked.

You moaned in pain. Elvis slowly removed the cloth from my head. You keep your eyes closed, but you feel Elvis looming over me. He placed his fingers to your temples, lightly rubbing for a moment. The next second, your headache dissipated.

"Feel better?" He asked as you opened your eyes to look upon his features.

"Yes, much better. Thanks. How did you do that?"

Elvis smiled at me. "It's the secrets of healing and knowledge." He tells you. He sat up and shook his hands. "Back to you drinkin' and singin'. I didn't know you could sing. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, in-between me working and helping my mother, singing slipped my mind."

"You have a beautiful voice. Even when you're intoxicated."

"I appreciate that, E."

"About you drinkin'." Elvis paused. "When did all that start?"

You take a deep breath and sit up in bed, leaning yourself against the headboard.

"The drinking started after I left Memphis. I was trying to drink you away. I was just trying to get the thought of you out of my mind. I drank up all the alcohol in town. Never made it any better. I drank so much alcohol from the East Coast all the way to the West, and it never helped. When I got sick of drinking, I closed myself off from the world. Better than drinking myself to death." You tear up at the thought.

"I'm glad you didn't." Elvis says, grabbing your hand. "I'm so glad you're here. I-I-I can't imagine a world without you in it."

"I...I don't know what to say to that, Elvis."

"Don't say anything. Heal."

The words rolled off of Elvis' tongue like honey and melted away like butter. He made it sound so simple.

"You said the East Coast."

"Don't, Elvis. Don't ask. Don't ever think about asking."

"Fine, I won't." Elvis plants a kiss on your knuckles again and smiles.

"Baby, how are your feet?" He asks, moving towards them.

"My feet are fine. What are you doing?" You ask, sitting up in bed confused at this point. What game was Elvis playing?

Elvis takes off your highs and views your feet. He starts to massage your right foot, firmly rotating his strong fingers over the pressure points of your upper foot. It hurt so good that you began to moan.

"Relax, Y/N. I'm just getting started." He says.

You sit back against the headboard. You aren't even having sex and he's managing to relieve and excite you.

"Wow. Where did you learn this?" You ask.

"Well, I had practice."

"Don't tell me." You consider his true answer and figure it's best not to know. "I'm not interested in the girl who made you practice on her feet. Forget I asked."

"Yes, ma'am."

Elvis goes to your left foot and starts massaging the sole. He works his way up from the ball of your toes and down to your heels. The sensation makes your body feel light. You feel like you're glowing. Your skin is vibrating and tinging from the inside out, and it seems that you may float away.

"You like that, baby?" Elvis asks.

"Hmm-mmm. You're the best." You say, gripping onto the pillows by your head.

Elvis finishes your feet and climbs back beside you, lying down next to you.

"Feel better, baby?" Elvis asks, wrapping his arms around you.

You cuddle into him and rest your head on the pillow beside him.

"Yes, so much better." You answer him. "You smell so good, E."

"Y/N, baby, do you remember the cabin?"

"Of course I remember our cabin." You whisper. "That light rain. The stale, musky scent of the fabric of that old sofa. The old scent of those old towels. The heat of the flames in the fireplace. The sound of the wood burning to keep us warm. Your body."

You got quiet, and Elvis nugged you. "What about my body?"

"Your body. That feeling of your soft skin against mine. That cool but dry damp feeling of your skin."

Before you knew it. You fell asleep in Elvis' arms. The feeling was twice as better than the first day you made love. You felt the intimacy between you. It made you more comfortable than you expected to be. Comfortable enough to fall asleep in the arms of your first love.

You open your eyes, and Elvis is asleep. You can't help but smile at his face. You can't see past him, and you hate to wake him, but you need to know what time it is.

"E. E, wake up." You shake him lightly.

"What is it, baby?" He asks in a groggy, sleep filled voice.

"What time is it?" You ask.

Elvis looks at his wristwatch. "It's four in the morning."

In a slight panic, you rush out of bed to locate your shoes.

"Elvis, I have to go. I didn't mean to fall asleep. Eddie must be worried about me. And Laura must be wondering where you are."

"I'm sure she's asleep." Elvis says. "Y/N, don't go. Stay. Stay here with me, please."

"Elvis, no. I...I have to go." You rush away from him, but not before placing a kiss on his forehead. "Goodbye, E. For dear friend."

You walk fast to the door and run in the hallway towards the elevator. In your heart, you were glad this ended better than your last meeting with Elvis. You ended this on friendlier terms plus forgiveness. You healed yourself from the pain of the past and emerged a new woman.

"Y/N?" Elvis called to you.

You turn to face him.

"Y/N, you don't hate me? Right?" Elvis asks, holding back tears.

"No, E. I don't hate you. I hate what you did. I could..." You hesitate. The memories of the good ole days playing in your head. All the hugs and kisses and talks. The cabin and that rainy day. "I was angry, E. I was angry for a long time, but I truly from the bottom of my heart forgive you. I wish you so much more success and happiness in the future. You deserve it. And even though you don't see me, I'll be rooting for you. Always." The tears trickle down your cheeks.

"Thank you, baby. Y/N, I..." Elvis gets a bit choked up in his words as his tears roll down his cheeks. "I want you to have happiness too. You deserve it. You're such a bright soul and I love you. As you said, no one can take our time from us."

The elevator opens, and you back into the cart.

"I love you, E. I always will." You say this as the doors close between you, but the love you have for each other is boundless. No matter where you go or what you do, Elvis will always be your first love.

You can tell Eddie now how much you love him and care about him. You understand he works hard because his dreams are endless. It's not too late.

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Castlevania’s Death aka Oh God I Am Reaching: A character analysis

Preface: You may have seen this already a few years back. This is because I did in fact post this a few years back. However, that blog of mine is gone, so I am reposting it anew. I removed some fluff past me put in and I believe i should make sense without it, but please do shout if it does not and I will attempt to fix my mistakes. Thank you in advance.

Contents

A few useless fun facts

The sauce Core question Evidence Traits evidence Conclusion Traits and speech but wrapped in sauce (check „Hard“ data, „General“ section, for TLDR)

„Hard“ data (aka just a list of everything The Sauce covers. Think of the actual statistics in a research. The paper tells you about them in complex senteces but then provides you with the numbers.)

My personal shitty little observations

To make things easier, when referring to Death as a whole, I’ll be saying just Death. When referring specifically to the true form of Death, I’ll be saying „Death (true form).“

The Sauce (and my fruitless attempts at maintaining a coherent chain of thought)

Without further ado! Ladies, gentlemen, creatures of other titles and/or genders, I have asked myself the age-old question, my friends have asked themselves the age-old question: Is Death a theatre kid? Now, I come to you, bearing what you may choose to accept as an answer, or throw it out and beat me up behind an Albert.

I’d like to clarify that I employed both meta and in-universe thinking, but threw out chunks of meta thinking A) for convenience’s sake (depite my core principle never to give any author more potential credit than they are due) B) because my friend looked like they were about to beat me with a stick if I once more said the phrase „But this is probably just a mistake on the writers’ part and should be ignored.“ I will mention where I did this so you can decide for yourself if you desire to make a potential reach or discard it.

Core question

So, to start off bluntly: Is Death a theatre kid (and to what extent)? Lol. Lmao. No. Never (okay, that’s a lie). To elaborate: Death is not a theatre kid unless it is absolutely needed and even then he sucks at it.

What I am saying is that the disguises are both most likely manufactured by Death, and even if they aren’t, Death does not assume a role, or, in the case of The Alchemist, does not do it well.

„That is a bold statement, where is the evidence?“ I am glad you ask. Let us continue to:

The Evidence

Our first problem was the oddly common misconception that Death can only shapeshift into existing beings, even more specifically dead beings. Since this was a prevalent thought in our group, I am addressing it. It is, in fact, not even implied anywhere in canon. To be extra sure, I tried cross-referencing the game canon even though it is a completely different universe. Some aspects remain similar in those two universes after all. While the character of Death works a little different (and if the wiki is to be trusted it is unclear if game Death is supposed to be a Shinigami or the wester concept of Grim Reaper), the abilities seem to be the same, however, while there is an example of game Death shapeshifting, the wiki did not address nor specify whether or not the disguise (Zead) existed as a pre-established person before game Death took his form. If this is addressed in the games, I would like to know. With no further information, we decided that our common opinion was simply a bias most likely caused simply by the word „death.“ (and in one acquaintance’s case by DnD).

With that thrown out, we took a look at the designs of the disguises. This is where I am reaching and throwing out meta. If you wish to silence my tongue and accept meta as your god, that is completely understandable. As we all know, designs have both out of universe and in-universe implications. A design should convey a character’s role. However, this sometimes produces unintended implications in-universe (for example the ever classic question in JRPGs and anime: Who would wear bikini armour into battle?). Varney’s design is not really remarkable in this regard, its coat does have a scythe-like collar (as is stated to be intended in the art book), however, this could well enough be a coincidence in-universe. The odder one out of the bunch is The Alchemist. While the early designs in the art book have remarkably little to do with what most conceptualise as death (with the exception of the ever-present cape), the final design looks like what the average person might draw if you tell them to draw death – the colour scheme is cold, only brightened by the light blue, which could be considered a cold colour, it includes a cape reminiscent of the one the Grim Reaper is traditionally depicted wearing, and the gown is similar to the robe death tends to be depicted in as well. Out of universe, this makes complete sense, in-universe, it is a little odd but nothing major. Who’s to say that there couldn’t have been a random woman who looked like that? The thing that seals it for me in universe are her earrings. While the animators seemed to have taken some liberties with every frame, the general pattern actually mimics the patterns of Death’s (true form) rib cage. Again, out of universe? A normal design choice, a pretty cool one at that. In universe? Now where would you get a woman who has such earrings? Of course, there is also the possibility that Death can simply alter parts of the disguises. The mental image of Death adding specifically rib cage-patterned earrings is a hilarious one ngl.

Before we get to the next points, it is import to note that, as I mentioned, Death seems to have no interest in acting out a role and isn’t even good at it when he is. When posing as The Alchemist, the speech pattern is noticeably different (no swear words, more formal language in general), however, it very quickly starts shifting towards shortened verbs, and starts being formal again after a pause. Then it devolves into shortened verbs again. Varney and Death (true form) have a pretty much identical speech pattern, the only difference is that Death (true form) has a higher swear word percentage, but that may be due to the prevalence of pissed off scenes. All forms also pronounce words the same way (a fun tidbit that is not really meaningful is that The Alchemist never say can’t, only cannot). To add to that, Varney and Death (true form) sometimes speak in the exact same tone of voice as the other form. Out of universe, the usage of the same VA for Death (true form) and Varney might be some kind of indication as well („Oh dear author, that was most likely for budget reasons!“ Okay well I don’t see how that’s my problem.)

Now we can talk about a question that is related to this issue: Let’s say the disguises are pre-established people. Why would Death pick Varney as a disguise? There were, in general, two ideas. One mine and one was proposed by a guy on Discord, whom I thank for an outside perspective. He proposed that he may have been chosen because Death knew nobody knew him and as such could do fuck-all undetected. Although that makes sense, we must consider that Death repeatedly appears to be weirded out by the fact that nobody knows Varney, even in situations where acting in character (if Death even cared about acting in character in the first place, and he does not) is not necessary, which leads me to believe that Death genuinely didn’t expect that. Which is where my opinion comes into play. I believe that in this proposed scenario, Death would have chosen Varney as a disguise because he knew (or assumed) that Saint Germain knew who Varney was. Both this and the apparent expectation of Varney being known make me think that if this were the case, Death would have attempted to act in character as not to arouse suspicion. He, however, doesn’t act any different, not in general and not in front of people who were supposed to know Varney, and Saint Germain doesn’t get suspicious, implying that Death’s behaviour and mannerisms align with whatever Saint Germain knows about Varney (it is fair to note, however, that Saint Germain at this point probably wouldn’t notice even a brick flying straight at his face, so perhaps this is not the most reliable source.)

To add to that: I have noticed that the dates given by the show do not add up. What I will now be describing is another reach that is most easily explained by a simple mistake or lack of care for precision. If you desire to to disregard it, you may do so, however, I am bound by my friends’ annoyance at my too out-of-universe thinking and I must consider it as not to test their wrath. At this point, Castlevania takes place when? 1497? Saint Germain and maybe one more person (unsure, 100% certain only about Saint Germain) remark that Varney is 1000 years old. I do trust Saint Germain on this and take it as factual. When Varney gets annoyed that nobody knows him for like the third time, he asserts that he was mighty when London was a Roman ghost town. Except that London wouldn’t have been a Roman ghost town by the time Varney came into existence. Now, I did not have internet when I was making all my notes, but a source on the phone double checked the date when Romans definitely left London for me, because I had a feeling it was off but wasn’t sure due to the repeated migrations in and out of London. IF she is correct, the dates just don’t add up. If I bend to the will of my friend group, this effectively means that Death outed himself as not Varney, or at least admitted to being older than Varney should be. Might also imply that Death was in Londinium. What this says is that he definitely doesn’t care to be in character to the point of just straight up saying something that would immediately make anyone who knows history really suspicious. He says more things that could be taken as suspicious but not so much as this one, as the other lines could very well be interpreted metaphorically by everyone around („-you do not know what I am, but I tolerate you precisely because you’re good at death – it nourishes me.“) and some things that seem to align exclusively with Death’s (true form) goals and likely wouldn’t align with the average vampire mindset („He owes us death. Death in volumes unprecedented.“)

Now that we are past that: If Death doesn’t care about being in character and just does whatever unless it’s absolutely required for him to attempt to assume a role, why does he keep getting so weirdly offended when people don’t know Varney? Why does he keep asserting who his disguise is? I am of the opinion that a situation like that might happen only when you have a disguise for such a long time that it basically becomes you in a sense or when there was never a pre-established person in the first place.

And we arrive at one of my last points, this one ties in nicely with the first one. I, once again, cross-referenced the games’ canon because there was one thing that slightly confused me: During the 9th(?) episode, Trevor refers to Death (true form) exclusively as „it,“ but uses „he“ when remarking that Varney was likely a part of Dracula’s court. If taken as objective, this would draw a distinction between Varney and Death (true form). Plus the show says that Varney joined Dracula’s court one hundred years ago. I am unsure how reliable this piece of information is but considering that Varney does say that he’s of Dracula’s original cohort, I’ll believe it. Due to all of this, I wasn’t sure if I should be of the opinion that Death has been going around in this disguise for at least 100 years or if Varney himself was the one to join Dracula’s court. I decided to assume that the writers meant Death to be, in certain aspects, similar to the game’s canon (a factor in this decision was once again the uncertainty if game Death is the Grim Reaper or a Shinigami. A Shinigami could, in the realm of medieval fantasy that takes its artistic liberties, especially if it’s one made by someone with certain opinions, technically be described as an elemental spirit. Consdering that, one could argue that the Deaths are meant to be similar in at lest some aspects.). When I allowed myself to take this liberty, I then proceeded to take into account the fact that the game’s Death is second in command to Dracula and that it has been for quite some time. After doing so, I came to the conclusion that if the disguises were pre-established people, Death (true form) had to have been moonlighting as Varney for over 100 years, which would fall in line with the previous paragraph.

To take a break and enrich your reading experience, have a picture of the local ZOO’s echidna:

Traits Evidence

Let us move on to the even more subjective and questionable area: traits, speech patterns, movements.

The general traits of all forms are seemingly the same. All three forms are quick to take everything personally when questioned, are conceited, manipulative, arrogant and, in general, they’re pricks. All three use rhetorical questions (though The Alchemist uses them the most), and all three use similar hand gesticulation (specifically they orient their hand movements outwards. In other hand movement regards, there are some differences: The Alchemist moves both arms/hands outwards or keeps them both by her body; Varney usually has one hand by his body and the other oriented outwards, Death (true form) usually has both arms outwards). All three forms gravitate towards semi-formal language, using shortened forms of words with the occasional use of full forms (The Alchemist is a bit of an outlier in that, as mentioned, she starts with formal language and descends into a semi-formal one). All three forms also tend to start sentences with „and,“ with both Death (true form) and Varney using „well“ to start sentences as well. They all tend to end sentences with either the name + surname of the person they’re talking to, or their name + title, or „sir.“

There seems to be basically no line between Death (true form) and Varney. Obviously a lot of these things rely on the accuracy of general information provided by other characters though, as I am at the mercy of nothing if not accuracy. In addition to the common traits of all three forms, Death (true form) and Varney are both also entitled, power-hungry, often, they take a mocking tone and are loud even when it would be better to shut up. They are both cruel and have a peculiar vocabulary.

Varney and The Alchemist both also use the phrase „[somebody’s] Great Work,“ which would not be odd in my opinion if it was used for the same construct, as it might simply be the correct term for it, however, it is used in a different context each time.

(Author's 2024 note: Have a simple old as balls Varney doodle in these trying blocks of text)

Conclusion

All of this leads me to believe that The Alchemist and Varney are either forms fully made up by Death, or they are pre-established but Death has been disguising as Varney for a damn long time now. I personally do not think that either of those options is the more likely one, however, if you are of a diferent opinion, I would like to hear it. Personally, I choose to go with the first option, simply because I find the mental image of Death just making up a guy some 1000 years ago, the way you’d create some kind of -sona, incredibly hilarious.

Traits and speech but wrapped in sauce

After reaching this conclusion and choosing the option to go with, it came to the part that actually wasn’t originally planned but considering I got this far, I decided I might as well do it. It was time for using all three forms to determine the exact speech patterns (I actually don’t know why I did that. I think it’s a reflex because I usually only analyse a character when I need to write them, and when I wirte them, I obviously need o understand how they talk, preferably as perfectly as possible lest I commit the heresy of being out of character and then die out of shame), traits, and peculiar tidbits.

When he talks, Death seems to sometimes use rhetorical questions, the Alchemist form uses them the most but they are sparingly used elsewhere as well. When it comes to opening a sentence, there is a pattern of starting sentences with the words „and“ or „well,“ as I mentioned earlier. It is not too often that this happens but it isn’t rare enough for me not to write it down. When ending a sentence, a lot of the time, Death ends it with the name of the person he’s talking to, or with „sir.“ I found this a little unusual because, at least in my experience, that is not what people do when talking to someone 1 on 1. There is only one example of this, so take it with an even bigger grain of salt than the rest of this, but it also appears that when Death is angry, he starts putting the name in the middle of the sentence instead. Not sure why anyone would need to know this but like idk I feel like if I would need this if I weren’t me. Death also talks in an informal way most of the time, occasionally employing a more formal vocabulary. Interestingly enough, none of the forms actually ever use anything that I would consider to be an advanced word, making it entirely possible that Death wasn’t messing with Saint Germain when he (as Varney) told him that he was looking for a really big word but couldn’t find one. Which is useless but it’s funny. This is not mentioned in the “Hard” Data because I have it noted down in the line transcriptions in the form of various forms of underlining, but Varney specifically tends to stretch some words out, I can’t really describe it (author's 2024 note: I believe that what past me was attempting to describe was simply a British accent. I have analysed a lot of Brits since this analysis and am pretty confident that that is just how a lot of them talk). Instead of fair it’s more like faaaair, or instead of word, sometimes it sounds more like wrrrrrd. Useless as well but part of analysis nonetheless.

When it comes to the body, as I already said, all forms tend to make a fair share of hand and arm movements that are oriented outwards, with The Alchemist having her arms right by her body the majority of the time and emplyoing both of her arms and hands in those outwards oriented motions. Varney gesticulates a lot more than The Alchemist, however, he usually does so with one hand, the other tends to be by the body. Death (true form) nearly always holds both of his arms/hands in an outwards oriented gesture. The forms with eyes also appear not to have their eyes fully open, though I admit it is hard to tell in the case of The Alchemist if her eyes are just like that or if they are half closed.

Next, the emotional expressions. Death doesn’t really laugh/chuckle/etc whenever he is amused, instead, he seemingly does it when he is satisfied with himself, when he is nervous, or when someone does something he himself considers to be a fail of sorts. His amusement is more general: He seems amused whenever anyone says something seemingly stupid or nonsensical, when someone fails at something,… In general, he’s amused whenever your idea of a typical malicious person would be. He gets frustrated when he is challenged or questioned in any way, often appealing to his authority as a retort. However, when the person questioning him backs their words up with facts, he gets nervous instead.

I will leave the traits in the “Hard” data as I have no sauce to say about them. No, I will not elaborate on bulletpoint #2.

“Hard” Data

This is basically just a transcription of everything on the physical papers used for our notes, minus all the character lines transcriptions, which greatly reduces the numbers because most of those pages are just line transcriptions. I originally wanted to just scan the notes but I don’t think anyone could read my writing. Some of it is incomprehensible, especially because at the start we couldn’t really agree on what exactly certain things meant, as we just noted them down as they were to remember.

Small note: The notes make a distinction between a fight, conquest, war, and slaughter. This is further elaborated upon in „My personal shitty little observations"

My personal shitty little observations

1. Observation: There is a substantial difference between several types of „combat.“ There is war, then there is conquest, then there is battle/fight and then there is slaughter. To define what I mean, war is, ideally, a fair battle on a battlefield conducted under a moral code. Conquest is sometimes a consequence of war or planned when a war starts. It should also be conducted under a moral code. Both are mass battles. A fight is a, usually, one on one hands throwing. Or knife throwing. Or anything. A fight does not need to be fair but for it to be a fight, either party needs to have a chance at winning. Otherwise it’s just slaughter. Slaughter is a farmer culls a goat. Slaughter is when one party has practically no chance of winning, so much so that it cannot be called a fight anymore.

Death, for one reason or another, does not participate in a fight, any kind of fight, even when he has a high chance of winning. Death participates only when it’s slaughter, or at least when it appears to be a slaughter to him. Him and Ratko set a trap for Zamfir, when they could have likely demolished her and that one guard themselves. In the argument with Ratko, he mentions that he could easily obliterate him where he stands, yet he avoids any kind of confrontation even when it looks like Ratko might just resort to a good old hand-throwing (he says that he tolerates him because he’s good at death, which is understandable, but it’s odd that he doesn’t reiterate even when it comes close to blows.) When in the underground, Varney uses stealth to avoid a human guard, even though it would probably take the exact same amount of effort to one-show him in a way. He only murders an unarmed civilian and fights Trevor in his true form. That leads me to believe he only „fights“ when he considers the other party absolutely incapable of winning. I am not drawing any conclusion from this, I’m just saying. Draw whatever you want from that.

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2. Observation: I find it absolutely hilarious that a character who is an inhuman being technically totally removed from humanity since its inception, probably closer to something like a rusalka or hejkal than a man, is ironically incredibly human in its traits and motivations.I mean, what are some traits beings like hejkal, rusalka or anything like that usually have? They tend to be more or less emotionless, soulless, cold but not in a mean way, they’re cold the way a stone is cold, impersonally, indifferently. They toy with humans but not to achieve anything, but the way a cat toys with a mouse, the way a kid toys with ants. These beings just…exist with nearly no emotions whatsoever, on a higher level, no anger or hatred or disgust. Would you be disgusted by an ant? In most depictions, they don’t even have the capacity. That makes them inhuman.

But he does behave in a typically human way., and is clearly not aware of this as he does attempt to separate concepts like need or greed from his existence by labeling them as “human.” He doesn’t label greed as just that, simply greed, a general concept anyone can experience, he labels greed as human. True, inhuman creatures in folklore and mythos usually do not experience greed, the exception to this rule being creatures like the gods of polytheistic cultures. Greek, Egyptian and Norse gods are, however, generally agreed to be pretty human. Ancient gods squabbled like humans, loved like humans, fought wars like humans. Which is where it comes back to showing very human behaviour. We have labeled greed as a human trait and we have established that ancient gods were, in a way, very human despite their higher standing (Most of them owned it though). Death does, in fact, experience this “human” greed and to a fairly big extent. Depending on the definition of experiencing need, one might also conclude that the character does experience need. Constructs do not experience need as is currently defined (the awareness of a lack/deficiency with the intention of changing that), I mean, fairies, rusalky, they just wait, they do their “job” and nothing more, nothing less, they don’t actively try to do anything about it.

It can also be safely said that Death does experience anger, frustration, disgust, amusement (possibly an inhuman emotion if treated as malice considering most inhuman creatures do in fact experience malice, although not personal malice, again, it’s the malice a child feels when emotionally torturing ants. Whether this character experiences personal or impersonal malice is unclear to me personally and I would have to consult this with my co-insane person and adopt their opinion as my own, for I have none on this matter), shock (do fairies feel shock? Do they give a shit if something unexpected happens? Is shock a human emotion?), nervousness, conceit (is that an emotion? I don’t know how to say that specific emotion when someone’s arrogance gets hurt, I know it IS a specific emotional state, I just don’t know what it’s called. Like when someone tells your grandpa that he’s wrong about something and he’s just super miffed about it the whole day and keeps trying to argue about it. I’m sure that’s a very specific emotion.), etc. Those are human emotions. Death, who should, in theory, be above the needless human squabbles and things, is very VERY human in behaviour, much like the gods of Ancient Greece. Which isn’t really odd or anything, I just think it’s interesting because the character himself separates himself from humanity and should be separate from it in theory. But he very much…isn’t. He thinks he’s on a high horse but he’s actually bonking people with a stick in the middle of a mud puddle like the rest of the polite society.

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