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writing-frenzy · 8 months

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Mob Protag Ichigo and the Puppet Master (UraIchi Isekai Idea :3 )

So yeah, for anyone who's read my first idea with the Kurosaki Fam Isekai, they'll know all the stuff that has inspired this and that I've already mentioned an idea with a Mob Character!Ichigo and a Puppet Master Benihime (AKA Urahara Kisuke)

Let us set the scene :3

How will Ichigo go to a fantasy world, especially with how he is? Well, as Ichigo was growing up, one of his sisters was really, really sick; they weren't sure if she was going to make it tbh. Ichigo did all he could, but being a little guy, there wasn't much he could do. One day, he came upon a weird being who said they could grant wishes; Ichigo immediately asks if they can make his little sister healthy. The being said yes after a moment, but it will cost him a peaceful afterlife. Ichigo takes the deal, the being is admittedly touched by this child's goodness and unselfish desire, because for such a sweet child, they know of death and the loss it brings already. So the being actually doesn't twist the wish like so many others he does, letting the children live out their natural lifespans in peace.

All is well, until a 17 year old Ichigo saves his other sister and her friend from dying to a truck. Our World's Divine Being is like; damn, you still had way, way more life span and time than you should have to had died now... but since you have a contract, I can't just let you survive :/ eh, I'll use it to at least give you perks to survive your reincarnation in that hell hole. (not to mention how they too are actually touched, they're a sucker for loving families)

Ichigo: wut

Godly Being: *throws a book series and some powers at him* Wish you luck out there!

After feeling just a bit violated and like someone was digging around in his head and blood, Ichigo wakes up in an abandoned house in some modern looking steampunk like city. Looking around he doesn't have much but some basics for survival, weird as heck items, and a book series. Not much to do, he reads the series, which answers a whole lot of questions even as makes Ichigo scowl like a thundercloud.

See, this is a very, very dark fantasy like series, it's gonna have all the canon Bleach fighting and gore but with magical surprises and such, with a very, very bittersweet ending. It's kinda like a modern setting meets with a very eco-friendly way because the world will crush those it sees trying to abuse it (mother nature don't play around here) so it's kinda steam/water/wind/solarpunk. Don't know who I want as the OG Story's protag to be, maybe Rukia or one of the Karakura Kids, but it follows them in a world were contracts/pacts/deals with spiritual beings is over everything; it can be with weapons, it can be with bloodlines or any such. Not all pacts and such are unequal, some in fact are real and true bonds, the pact bound loyal to their contractors to obsession... others, it is is very much a thing of slavery and torture, which can go both ways depending on what was exactly contracted.

Ichigo goes about trying to figure out his own contract/pact thing, which while so long ago, is just something he has never been able to forget, seemingly inscribed onto his very soul in a way. He knows he was picked because his soul was the most compatible for the spirits the being wanted for him, and he already knows its going to change his body as well, but it still confuses him.

(maybe something like;

A mix of holy power and darkness that would find most be consumed,

Flames properly controlled that can reach the moon,

Cut it from the sky and devour it if so desired,

But yet all one wants is to protect their own wary lost and life tired,

For One such as you a power so great is to be entrusted,

It will find you, change you, leave your life chain broken and rusted,

In Time it will be shown if you can make this power your own,

But already, your fate has sown.)

(LOL, this is Ichigo, he's gonna break his fate and make friends with his Hallow and Ossan, because I love the idea of the three together again in this au :3 later tho)

But yeah, so Ichigo is figuring things out, especially with controlling his body once more because his strength went a bit wonky, but I also like the idea of a different weapon Ichigo if that makes sense? Like, he will still be an op power house, but the thought of him using spells and martial arts makes me grin evilly? Like, with his Hollow more bonded later, he can make claws come out to rip soft bellies apart and such. And Ossan just insists he learn a bow for those times he needs long range and such, even if he gets a bit despairing when Ichigo occasionally gets too frustrated and just throws the damn arrow (all three in Ichigo's head are quiet whenever the move proves highly effective, which is always.) Oh, but now I can't help but think of Childe from Genshin Impact's fighting style :D maybe instead of blades though, Ichigo switches to a hand to hand with bracers of some sort covering his arms that are hard as fuck, easy to move around in because of magic.

But ah, getting sidetracked again, this all comes later down; for now, Ichigo is still figuring shit out, avoiding protagonists and co because yeah, people not protected by plot armor tend to die really, really messily around them and he still can't do jack right now (doesn't mean he doesn't do what he can, even if its just simple things like helping the elderly, making sure kids get home safe, or even knocking out some regular thugs harassing some ladies.

Ichigo, despite all his scowls and looks, still draws people in with his kindness and protective nature in this dark, lonely otherworld.)

Its as he's helping someone shopping, this sweet little lady who goes on and on about her sweet grandbaby, that Ichigo goes to the Urahara Shoten for the first time; not much gets his attention, besides the fact that the protagonist has only been here once or twice in the early chapters for some odds or ends, this place being some mixture of candy/pawn/tea shop.

But then something in the shop resonates with him; with his very soul. Looking around, Ichigo tells the sweet grandma he'll be right back, and call him when she's done, to which she gives a cheerful reply before Ichigo goes off, looking high and low before he finds a strange book and block with it, like a set. Picking it up, it just feels so damn right... till he looks at the price tag and cringes. While he has odd jobs here and there to help him out, it's just enough money for him to live with since he doesn't have to worry about rent with his questionable abandoned house, covering his food expenses and the public bath fee.

"Find something you like dear customer?" is said from behind him, which makes Ichigo jump like a few feet into the air, clutching his book and block set to his chest, before turning to the one who startled him.

And so thus the first meeting with Urahara Kisuke, Geta-boshi as Ichigo likes to call him. After a bit of back and forth between the two, Ichigo admits he can't afford the book and block set, too which Urahara merely hums, eyes oddly shadowed from his hat as he considers that. one thing leads to another and somehow Ichigo not only gets the set but even a steady job at the shop, even if his paycheck will be cut because of said set. And sure, Geta-boshi is sus as fuck, but Ichigo doesn't sense any ill will from the man, not too mention the man even helps him with understanding the book, a soul book as its called, which strengthens souls and their contracts, enabling them to get a growing weapon called an Asauchi that transforms with the soul. Its not bad.

On Kisuke's part, he is actually pretty intrigued by Kurosaki, this youth who carries the potential of a predator but the heart of a protector, actually reacting to the soul book and Asauchi Kisuke had made more for curiosity and boredom then to actually make a functional weapon. Not to mention just how much fun it is too mess with Ichigo, the boy shows he has a clever mind and a strength that just seems to constantly grow more and more. Kisuke is actually considering just how he can possibly use this youth for his goals, wondering if he can be the chest piece he needs to finally topple the king in this game between Puppet Master Benihime and Greater Lord Aizen.

Ichigo does know about Puppet Master Benihime from the story, they were a neutral character only focused on making sure the world would not collapse, no matter the amount that would be needed to be sacrificed in the end. But in the story, it only ever showed Benihime herself, never even mentioning that she was actually contracted, and 100% loyal to said contractor, so Ichigo has no clue about just how scary his mentor is at first, besides when the man actually did finally spar with him and Ichigo couldn't even get a hit on him. In this world, these two have a bit more time, a bit more room to act, and with it they bond, much to Kisuke great surprise even as he still plans to use him.

So things happen, things are reveled, discoveries are had, and Kisuke goes to Ichigo, confirming that he knows.

And then he kneels before this youth; he kneels and apologizes, thinking and knowing in his soul he's done something unforgiveable, thinking he won't be forgiven and fine with that as long as Ichigo still lives well... only for Ichigo to actually forgive, just like that, just because he could tell Kisuke meant it, scowling still but most of all accepting.

Its a good thing Kisuke was already kneeling because that alone would have made him bow just from the sheer acceptance and warmth Ichigo just seems to shine with. Ichigo has no idea just what he's done, who's utter loyalty and trust he has secured, and Kisuke will kill, die, and live for this boy, he just has to say the word. Even with all the people Ichigo has gathered, from villains to protagonist, people who are loyal and true if to no one else but him, Kisuke feels blessed he can be included, can be trusted even over the others to always remain at Ichigo's back and protect it no matter what.

In return, Ichigo looks up to Kisuke as both a mentor, ally, friend, and after an interesting dream, a damn annoying crush he can not get rid of, going strong for years (no longer a crush then but let him deny it for a bit). Parts of him wants to devour this man whole, never share him with the world, but Ichigo is such a being of freedom he could never dream to rip such a thing from someone else. (Kisuke being Kisuke wouldn't mind if its Ichigo tho >:3 All Ichigo has to do is ask, and this man would give him the world, Benihime right behind him.)

I feel like this story would be a slow burn but not if that makes sense? like, there is a tension from the very beginning of the story to Demi-romantic/sexual Ichigo's awakening of shit, so that's what that feels like (Fight me on this, I will defend it to the grave Very Demi!Ichigo)

But yeah, so far that's it for my Bleach Ideas :D hope you enjoyed them and stuff.

#Bleach #bleach au #ichigo kurosaki #kisuke urahara #uraichi #Mob Character Ichigo

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Random but - if you were given an opportunity to rewrite Ford's character and his arc in the show (and later J3), how would it be like?

canon gay and trans

so the thing is that i think most of how ford himself is written is really really good! i just think that the writers (particularly alex) have a bias against him, and so a lot of the narrative ends up feeling like he's either being punished or being forced to atone for his past. so i'm gonna ramble and daydream for a bit but i want to be clear i actually really like how he's written in general (yes, even in the book that i have so much beef with!!)

there's very few moments of catharsis for him, and those that he gets are either short (reunion with fiddleford) or undermined by the writers' bias (the ending of journal 3 where he burns all his bill stuff but has to keep reminding us that he was stupid for trusting bill in the first place). so i think a lot of the problems i have would be resolved with tonal shifts and a few cuts, like that fucking scene in the stanchurian candidate with the mind control tie. the implication of reaganite ford is bad enough but then to have a guy who has very specific trauma relating to being mind controlled/not being in control of his own body just hand that over is really fucking stupid. then again i think that whole episode is stupid so i'd end up rewriting all of it lmao

i've said before but if i really had my way i'd cut roadside attraction entirely and replace it with another ford episode. i loved how goofy and fun dd&md was and i think if more of that lighthearted side of him was shown it would endear him to the audience more. a long time ago i had an idea for an episode where they go back to the bunker and ford basically does puppy talk to the shapeshifter who is actively trying to kill them. i never followed this idea through to its conclusion but i think it still sounds entertaining, plus it would also give more time for him to reunite with fiddleford so it wouldn't have to be squeezed in the finale.

speaking of the finale... my personal fantasy is that i'd love to have a scene stuck in there where stan apologizes to ford. it REALLY stood out to me that despite all their fighting, ford still at least says the words "i'm sorry" to stan. stan never apologizes for anything he did to ford - neither for breaking his project, nor for banishing him to the hell dimension for 30 years. i get that they were mistakes, but you still have to apologize for mistakes (and if i allow myself to get very self-indulgent for a second, i've often thought the whole story would be a lot more resonant if stan broke ford's machine on purpose). i had a whole section in here where i talked about what a scene like this would look like but it was so long... if people want to hear more about it i'll say more but it's the kind of thing that warrants its own post.

anyway. moving on from the show itself. so possibly my hottest take is that i think journal 3 should not have been published KJSHDFLGKHSDFGUIWEHRGJSDF. basically i think instead of trying to write the actual journal 3 they should have picked a handful of stories from his research era that they wanted to tell and made a graphic novel about that. i got WAAAAAAAYYYY off topic and wrote PARAGRAPHS about this but it's not related to the question you asked so i'll just summarize by saying i think it would play more to their strengths as writers, leave more to the imagination, and they could leave out all those fucking retcons that i hate

as it is, though, again, i think that ford is written pretty well in the journal. there are a few off-handed comments and lines that give me "he would not fucking say that" vibes but overall it very realistically portrays what it's like for someone to be manipulated, isolated, drawn away from his loved ones, etc. it's a very poignant story which resonated with a lot of people, myself included. again my main problem is that it's undercut with the writers being like "BROOOOO HE'S JUST LIKE ICARUS!! FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN!!!!!!!!" as though it's all his fault, and that it ends on a very moralizing "i learned my lesson" note. so really the biggest characterization problems i have with journal 3 have to do with fiddleford, but that's a whole other can of worms

anyway i hope this was... interesting? informative?? i hope i answered your question to your satisfaction. have a nice day :)

#gravity falls #tales of the wild zeep

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bloodyshadow1 · 5 months

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wishlist for Junior year

Since Junior year is happening in January I thought I'd make a quick list of a few things I personally want to happen next season. You're free to tell me what you think, disagree, agree, hell add more if you're interested.

I want the maps back- I completely understand why they did the show like they did for their live show, but I miss the Rick Perry maps that were so cool. Also Brennan has a lot of epic battles that are kind of hard for me to visualize because I have adhd and missing one thing he says can confuse me for the whole battle. Seeing mini's really helps me keep things straight

less NPC interactions- the NPC's are not bad, by any means, I love the hirelings and the romance partners, but I feel like including them on the adventure lessened the interactions between the Bad Kids. Like Tracker and Kristen for a large part of the adventure were attatched at the hip, and other places, Gorgug spent a lot of his time trying to patch up his relationship with Zelda, Ayda gets a lot of interactions with Fig and Adaine, but there isn't a lot of time for the three of them just one on one leaving the other out more. Just me personally I would like if the season focused more on the party and their relationships

(I want to be clear, I don't want no interactions with our beloved NPC's just less them being part of the adventure and more them being NPC's that help and exist but aren't the DM's Player Characters)

I hope they stay in Elmville or at the very least Solace- I loved Sophomore Year, but a lot of the charm of the first season of Fantasy High was the unique setting they were in. An urban fantasy world where a large part of the population were adventurers. It felt more unique compared to Sophomore year's more high fantasy, but with people who know modern technology. Even if they leave Elmville, I wouldn't mind them exploring Solace as a whole to see what their country is like outside of their small town. (I want to more campaigns exploring Spyre too, but even with the Seven they leave Solace by ep 3 and spend most of their time in other countries in Spyre, I want to see what a modern urban fantasy setting is like)

Adaine using the Sword of Sight, wizard or not, as a high elf she's proficient in swords and with her boosted strength and her desire to punch/hit people it's perfect. I know cantrips will still be the better option, but when has Adaine, I punch my sister in the face, Abernant done the more efficient option. Adaine is my favorite character so I'd just like to see her being the terrible chaos gremlin that I know she's capable of being.

Hallariel- I'd like to see her in battle if only once. I know I said I would like the NPC presence lessened, but I still want to see what Fabian's hot mom can do in a real fight. We've only seen her talked about as the best swordswoman in the world by Bill who himself is fearsome with a blade, but we only see her train/threaten her son. Even if it's a possession or mind control situation I'd like to see her in battle, even if it's against the Bad Kids.

For some reason I want a battle at a Fig and the Sig Figs concert- I don't really know why I want this, but I really liked the Broadway brawl ep of Unsleeping city, it made for some cool rules and the like and I would like, a less stressful, but still fight in the crowd of people while Fig and Gorgug are on stage.

Consequences for the Bad Kids and their friends/family- I don't really know where I'm going with this, but I just feel like the Bad Kids get away with a lot of stuff because that's how Elmville works, but I kind of liked how they suffered consequences near the end of Freshman year, even if I think months in Jail was a lazy way for Brennan to do a time skip until the finale battle. (I love the guy, but I believe what I believe). But specifically about YES! the god Kristen created and abandoned, creating a god and orphaning it should have more consequences than throwing out a sweater that you don't like any more. Are Adaine and Aelwyn treated differently given that their parents started a war over Aelwyn and wars have consequences, people died and have people to mourn them who probably aren't too keen on the two abernants in their country after that.

I'd like cameos by the Seven, not just Zelda.- again, I know I said less NPC presence, but still, they don't necessarily have to be NPC's just saying if someone wanted to drop by and play for an episode or 2. The Seven is probably my favorite D20 season and I would love to see what my girls are up to.

There's more that I might add, but this is it for now

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #fantasy high spoilers #fantasy high junior year #adaine abernant #adaine o'shaughnessey #fig faeth #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring #kristen applebees #riz gukgak

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alpaca-clouds · 6 months

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Power Fantasies are personal

Playing Baldur's Gate 3 I realized something about myself and the way I play video games or games in general - and the way I perceive stories.

See, I always found myself kinda enstranged from the usual power fantasy. The "be the biggest, baddest guy, who can use force to archive everything, while also having everyone fall for them and being able to fuck whoever". A lot of modern media - especially the media aimed at an assumed male audience - kinda follows this kind of storytelling though. Power fantasies are about physical power. About being physically strong and having the biggest baddest spells or whatever. Which is also what most games in the end cater towards. And I mean, I can totally have fun beating up monsters, yes. But also... when I do play TTRPGs that is usually not how I go about things. In TTRPGs I will usually try to find a way to avoid combat as a player.

And this gets me to BG3, where I after some thinking decided to play a bard. Just for the fun of it. And this really kind of got me to realize what actually my power fantasy is.

My power fantasy is to talk sense into people.

My power fantasy is to be able to go to a person who is doing shitty things and make them see that what they are doing is actually shitty and convince them of doing something better with their abilities and what not.

I think a part of that is just the realization that in the end by convincing people you can do a lot more good than you can do by just forcefully basically killing everyone who is in your way.

It is also why I got kinda annoyed with BG3 in the third act. While Acts 1 and 2 allowed me as a player to convince a lot of people to join my side - both good and bad - this wasn't true in act 3 anymore, where often enough you ended up being forced into "Kill either A or B". You know, my main examples are from the main plot, where I ran into that problem with both Gortash and the "Emperor vs Orpheus" thingie. Where I was sitting there like: "I have +16 on persuasion, I should be able to convince them of another way." Like, if a DM on a TTRPG table told me to decide this, I would have been like: "I want to at least roll on this!"

Because, yeah. From my point of view the game allowed me to play my power fantasy for a long, long time. Until it stopped allowing me to do that suddenly. And that was just extra frustrating. It was basically the equivalent of a game taking away your fighting ability suddenly for the last 30% of the game and forcing you to do everything in like stealth or something.

And, yeah... I think we kinda do need more games that allow for a more varied kind of player approaches and power fantasies. Especially in stuff that claims to be a roleplay, you know? If I am playing a roleplay I want to, well, get a chance to play the kind of role I want. Rather than being forced into one specific role (aka the classical cis male powerfantasy of the stoic, but strong man who all cis women wanna fuck).

#power fantasy #role play #rpg #rpgs #tabletop rpg #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #video games

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faegoddessog · 9 months

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Fantasy Come True Ch 2/8

Chapter 2: Lines

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Fingering, cunnilingus

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

Here is the Masterlist of this series.

Message me if you'd like to be added to the list!

You wait all week for the text from Austin, by Friday you are a little strung out, nervous and telling yourself he is a busy man, just wait until tomorrow.

Saturday around noon, your phone dings from an unknown but not blocked number. Your heart skips a beat.

Hey, it’s Austin, will you be at class today?

Yes, ‘tis my plan!

Good, see you there.

The smile on your face could break glass. You save the number under ‘Jason’ just to be on the safe side. It’s not like you are doing anything wrong, really you are protecting his identity.

As you walk from your car in your favorite red Minnie Mouse shirt, jeans, and your trusty shoes. You hear a whistle and your name. You look around and there is an arm out of an SUV waving you over. As you walk over suspiciously, you see a familiar form with a black mask and hat in the front seat.

“Hey, jump in,” you hear Austin’s muffled voice.

You’d know that voice anywhere so you do so without hesitation. He rolls up the dark windows.

“Hey, what’s up. Everything ok?” you note that his hair is back to his normal dirty blonde.

“Oh yeah, I just got tired of the beard. Do you want to do something different?” “Wait, so you aren’t going to class?” you say.

“Nah, It’d be a circus if I show up like this. Actually, I have to work on lines and I was hoping you’d come run them with me.”

“Um… yes, unequivocally yes,” you can’t get the words out fast enough.

“Cool, is it ok if I drive you to my house, it’s just that we would get some privacy there?” he says.

“Sure!” you don’t even care if you have to uber back to your car, this is the stuff of dreams. Like literal dreams.

“Thanks for texting, I appreciate the trust, it’s gotta be hard to meet people and trust them,” you comment to him.

“Yeah, it didn’t used to be, but now,” he trails off with a shrug, “the dirty, lonely side of fame. But, I don't know, there is just something about you. My, erm, gut… instinct just kicked in at dinner last week.”

“It was a good time for sure, did you eat your leftovers?” you ask, trying to keep your conversation light to hide your excitement.

“Oh my yes, that was the most fun meal I’ve ever had with anyone. We should do it again sometime.” You hear the smile in his voice as he drives.

About 20 min later, you are pulling up to a gated driveway with a tall wall. Makes sense, considering how freakin’ famous he is now. He seems to relax as he pulls into the garage and closes the door.

“Welcome to my sanctuary,” he says.

“Thanks Mr. Wayne” you jest with a sly smile,

Austin laughs as he opens the door and peels off his mask leaving it hanging on the gear shift. He gets out of the SUV, he walks around the back of the car in long strides as you take deep breaths trying to remain calm in light of BEING INVITED INTO AUSTIN’S FUCKING HOUSE. You go to reach for the door and it opens before you touch it.

Your breath catches in your throat. There he is with a huge smile on his face, in all his shorn glory. Your Austin. The one that makes you weak in the knees. His hand is out to help you out of the car. It didn’t seem real before, recognizing him, even having dinner last week, because he didn’t LOOK like the Austin you knew. But this… wow. His hand is warm and soft in yours as you grasp it and step out.

“C’mon, I’ll show you around!” he doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you to the door. He even switches hands to usher you inside, his other hand falling to the small of your back. Both of his hands on you? Oh the shooting tingles to your core, you almost stumble over the threshold.

It’s actually a modest home by celebrity standards. He shows you around, but it’s fairly basic, for LA anyway. Big kitchen and dining room with a coffered ceiling. His office is a library, go figure, with a comfy leather reading chair near the window and his black leather ‘68 comeback costume on a mannequin in the corner. A framed sun decal from one of the white jumpsuits hanging on the opposite wall. Other little treasures from his career sit amongst books. Books that actually look read, not just for show. The living room boasts a couple old movie posters with a huge TV, and super comfy couches with a big ottoman. Out back there is a pool and a pool house, the yard isn’t big but has lots of privacy. It’s not really set up for entertaining, which is kind of perfect for a talented, famous but shy introvert, at least subconsciously. He says there are three ensuite bedrooms upstairs, but doesn't show you.

He offers you a drink, and you choose sparkling water. He smiles at your choice, like he knew that was what you were going to pick.

“Do you need me to sign anything, NDA wise?” you ask, trying to be on the up and up.

“Nah, I trust you,” he smiles. Your heart warms.

You run the first scene with him. At first its a bit unnerving, I mean you are playing opposite Austin fucking Butler! But he is so warm and kind and accommodating it’s easy to relax and let your professionalism kick in. The scene is just two people talking about their pasts. You do it a few times in a few different ways: funny, serious, drunk, etc. You debrief in between. He gives you his full attention and seems to really like the insights you have. Then he turns to a scene later in the script.

“I’d really like to do this one, if you are comfortable with it, if not, that’s ok.”

You read over it and it has a kiss in the last half of the scene. Inside you are like, ’oh hell yeah!’ Outside you are so cool “Sure,” you shrug.

“So just to be clear, touch is ok, the kiss is ok?” he asks, ever the gentleman.

“Yeah, for sure,” you say coolly, as if it’s not the first time you’ve done a scene like this.

The first run through your heart is beating a mile a minute, which is good because the character is supposed to be nervous. At first he just gives you an old fashioned screen kiss. Lips touching lightly, still it sends tiny shivers up your spine. The second time through, it feels more like a natural kiss, still just lips, still exhilarating. Thank god you have the script in your hand as something to focus on. The third run through, it’s like he turns up his charm and magnetism. His hand is soft and warm on your jaw, pulling you toward him, his tongue barely darts out to touch your lips. An involuntary moan escapes you. Your fingertips graze his torso as you kiss him back. He pulls back, looking into your eyes. The pause is just a fraction too long, both of you breathing a little heavier, both of you a little lost. Then he glances at the script in your hand, taking a breath.

Oh shit, that’s right you are running lines! Yup, head empty, no thoughts. Well, there ARE thoughts, just completely unprofessional ones. You take a breath and finish the scene with him. Professional, right, you are a professional, you tell the slow burn in your groin.

“You ok to do it again?” he asks a little breathless, “I really think I’m starting to get it.”

You nod. You’ll kiss him as many times as he is willing. This time, you are ready for the intensity of the kiss. Your mouths press together, lips parted. The tip of his tongue making tentative explorations against your lips, against your tongue. You lean into it with everything you have. Every fantasy of this man that has ever taken up rent-free residence in your mind is now focused on the minimal space between your bodies and the non-space between your crushing lips. His hand is on the back of your head, the other wraps around your waist and pulls you against his body. Your arm is wrapped around his neck, fingers threaded through his soft, luscious hair at the nape of his neck. The pretense of the script is completely forgotten on both sides as pages flutter to the floor. Your fingers looped in his belt loop pull his hips closer to yours. You feel his bulge pressing through his jeans. You trade soft, throaty moans back and forth. He pulls back slowly.

“What doesn’t he do for you?” his voice is low, his eyes searching your own.

You look confused, that’s not the next line, is it? Then it dawns on you, what Austin is actually asking about.

“You really want to know?” you are still in his embrace, he makes no move to let you go.

“I do,” he nods.

“Well, he um,“ you look down at his throat taking a second to gather yourself. You decide that if you are gonna say it, you won’t be bashful. You take a big breath and look Austin in the eye. “He can’t be bothered to make me orgasm, he says it’s too much work and takes too long.”

Austin’s eyes widen in disbelief, then his brow furrows in confusion.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” his tone indignant, “that’s my favorite thing about sex! Has he ever made you orgasm?”

“I mean, a few times, that’s how he knows it’s a chore and one that he refuses to do,” you say matter of factly.

“Hold up, making a woman cum is not a chore, it’s a fucking privledge,” Austin is nearly outraged on your behalf, “so he uses you, then what?! “

You’ve never considered feeling used, it’s just how things had worked out.

“Austin, he doesn't use me, I like the sex and I am fine taking care of myself after,” your hand is on his chest, trying to sooth him, trying to stay calm yourself, feeling the round curve of his pec. You can feel his heart beating fast in his chest. He is shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart, no, that’s… that’s…. just wrong. I mean, if… if…” he hesitates, looking up at the ceiling. Then he levels his gaze at you, piercing you with his pupil-dilated blue eyes, “if you were mine,” his hands grip your shoulders, “I’d not let you leave the bedroom until you begged me to stop making you cum. I’d give you as many orgasms as was in my power to give.”

When he says these words, your mind goes entirely numb. ‘If you were mine’? ‘Begged me to stop’? Oh holy fuck. You have no retort for these statements, in fact if you say nothing then you can live in this moment forever. You actually feel your pussy engorge, feel your juices leaking past your labia and into the cotton of your panties. You wished you had worn your new pretty panties, because if Austin is going to talk like this to you, chances are he is going to be seeing them. It’s all you can do to stay on your feet as you pull him down to kiss you. This time, your tongue isn’t afraid to dance against his.

Suddenly your back is against the wall, his body is crushed against yours. Holy crap his bulge is huge. Austin’s hands are playing at the hem of your t-shirt. You get the feeling that Minnie is gonna see some things she’s never seen before. You feel his warm hands on the skin of your belly.

“I’m sorry,” he leans back a little, taking deep breaths, ”I didn't ask and am definitely overstepping boundaries and I don’t want to take advantage… but… you just, from the moment I met you in class, you just… do something to me.”

“Oh no, don’t you dare be sorry Austin,” your fists tighten into his shirt, pulling him back, “ and don’t you dare stop, for you I don’t have boundaries. If you want to be my Pleasure Dom, I’m all in.”

“Pleasure Dom? I’m…I’m not into much BDSM stuff sweetheart,” he says, unsure.

“It’s not BDSM, not exactly. It’s when you force orgasm after orgasm, overstimulate, even when they beg you to stop. Unless they say the safe word… which… ok is kinda similar to BDSM,” giddy that you finally get to explain to someone other than your tumblr bestie.

“Oh, I see, so instead of pain, it’s pleasure. Oh yes… I can do that,” he gets a little smile on his lips just before he kisses you again, then trails down to your neck licking and sucking.

Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, his down to the round curve of your ass, groaning.

“May I?” he remembers to ask as he grips the hem of your shirt.

What. The Fuck. Is happening. You just nod in a sort of haze. He strips off your shirt in one motion, your captured breasts bouncing a little as he does. He looks at your voluptuous form, and breathes out a moaning, appreciative ‘oh’. His hands trace your curves, then cup your large breasts. His head bows to your chest, almost in reverence.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” his lips murmur agasint the rounded globes that peek out the top of your bra. “God, I love curves on a woman.”

“Really?” you say without thinking.

“Oh hell yeah,” he looks up at you with a sly smile, “I’m a sucker for a round booty and big boobs. Fuck I even like a little roundness here.” His fingers glide from your tits down to your stomach.

You feel a little self conscious from years of societal brainwashing, but it is obvious that he actually is turned on by your body.

“I know, bullshit societal norms dictate that I should be attracted to barely legal rail thin high fashion models,” he shrugs. “I’ve had them, they just don’t…fit me. They are boring and they don’t… do much. Like, they think just getting in their pants is a reward, so why try to be into it. The first curvy girl I had was so much fun, down to earth, and into the sex for fun. I’ve only had the privilege of a couple in the last few years, but they seemed to actually enjoy both giving and receiving. It turned me on so much. And I like someone that I don’t feel like I’m going to snap in half when I…” he trails off leaving the sentence unfinished. “And I want to…” he buries his face in your cleavage, kissing and nibbling your delicate skin. Lord, the way his tongue is rolling over just your skin is driving you mad.

“Want to what, Austin?” you ask.

He stands up tall and moves his hands to your bare shoulders.

“To fuck you, make you cum and cum and cum.” he states simply. “ I know, you have someone else, but you deserve… better. Will you let me? Can I, please?” he is practically pleading.

Austin Fucking Butler is asking you, nay begging you, to let him pleasure you. How the fuck did you fall into this fantasy world? And can you please, please never leave.

“Austin, hunny, ” you put your hands to his face, “sweet man, I now have and have always had only one person as my ‘hall pass’ and it’s you. My safe word is sushi.” You rise on your tiptoes and kiss him lightly on the lips

“Sushi,” he repeats, “So.. yes?”

“Yes please,” you breathe.

He looks down shyly, huffing out a breath, then back at you, nodding with a little smirk. The dimple above the left corner of his mouth peeks into view.

Oh holy hell, that look directed at you spawns a whole new flood into your underthings.

He leads you to the oversized sectional in the living room. The ottoman is pushed against the couch, making it into a pseudo bed.

“We uh, might want a towel or something here” you say, you know your moisture situation is just going to get more intense. He smiles and cocks a curious eyebrow and glances at your crotch.

“Sweetheart, are you saying it might get… messy?” He grabs a generic blanket from the back of the couch and spreads it over the fabric of the ottoman.

“Austin, it already is,” you return his look.

“Ooo” he presses himself against you, looking down into your face. “I love a wet girl,” he reaches around behind you, “and I can’t wait to taste you.”

He unsnaps and pulls your bra off. Fuck it feels amazing to let the girls breathe, you are rarely without a bra. He peels off his shirt then pulls you closer by your hands and places them on his sides, encouraging you to touch him.

Once you make contact, you decide to take your sweet time. Yes you want this, but in case this is the only time you get Austin, you are going to check every box you can.

You run your hands on the soft skin of his abdomen and chest, outlining his muscles and finding tiny freckles here and there. Some you had seen in pictures, some were new discoveries. You memorize their location and connect them with your fingertips, trying not to tickle. You get to the one next to his belly button and the little trail of hair that disappears into his jeans just about drives you crazy. You are biting your lip. You blow out a shuddering breath, and walk around him to the right, dragging your fingers above the waistline of his jeans and up along his erectors and over his shoulders. Austin is a fucking temple to the divine and praise be! you are about to worship harder than you ever have before.

He stands there, letting you explore, blowing out a shuddering breath when you roam over his stomach and down to his waistband. As you come around his left side, his freckles lead you up to his throat and onto his left cheek.

“This is how I knew it was you, Mr. Butler, by the way,” you say. marking each speck of melanin with your eyes.

“What is,” he says, pulling you close into his embrace.

“Your constellations. Your bushy beard distracted me from them until I was up close to you,” you lean up to him, cupping his cheek. “I love your constellations, Austin,” you murmur against his lips.

Then his mouth is on yours with a big inbreath, his hands pulling you tight to him. Your breasts pressed against his naked chest.

“No one has called them that before… I like that. Constellations,” he smiles at you.

He sits down on the couch and pulls you to straddle him, your sandals slip off your feet to the floor. His hands are on your breasts, gently massaging and holding them. He slips a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking.

“Oh gaw,” your words melt in your throat. You run your fingers in his hair as his tongue flickers. A nerve string twanging from your nipples straight to your pussy.

He switches to the other breast making your breath get heavier.

When he pulls off, you capture his mouth in yours, kissing him hard, your hips unable to stop pulsing against his legs.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to treat you like a princess,” he says looking up at you as he breaks the kiss.

“I’m all yours,” you breathe out.

“Mine, eh? Hmmm, my Princess,” one side of his mouth curves up, his little dimple is all for you.

Your reaction to this little nickname is purely visceral, heat floods your core.

Then you are suddenly flipped onto your back on the ottoman and he is pressed between your legs with a growl. His mouth is needy on yours, tongues flashing against one another. The two layers of jeans do little to stop you feeling how hard he is as he grinds on you. Christ, he is rock solid. He kisses down your neck.

“I have one requirement, sweetheart,” he says against the curve of your ear.

“What’s that?” you ask, eyes closed and head back.

“You can’t be shy about telling me what to do, if you need something different. I don’t know what you like, so you might have to direct me. Can you do that Princess?”

“Uh huh,” you nod.

“Promise Princess?” he says with a serious look, running his hands over your stomach and toying with the buckle of your belt. If he had glasses on, he would be peering over them.

“Yes Austin, I promise,” you say in all seriousness, “ I need my clit to be wet before you play with it and I um… am perfectly healthy, no STI’s.

He nods as he undoes the buckle and pulls down your zipper.

“Oh good, me too, just had a work up done.” You lift your hips and help him wiggle off your jeans. You are eternally grateful for the shower you took just before you left home and the trim up you did of your muff, all nice and short.

He kneels in front of you and giggles a little.

“What?” you ask, trying not to sound defensive and grabbing a pillow and shoving it under your head.

“Well, I see that Princess is an appropriate moniker, what with the crowns on your panties,” he runs his thumb lightly over the graphic. He lifts his head to watch your reaction as he lets his single digit slide lightly along the wet spot on the fabric.

His eyes narrow in lust as you exhale a light, shaky moan.

“Oh Princess,” he blows out a breath, “Ok,” he puts his hands up in the air, a look of barely contained control on his face. “You are still good with this, yes? Cuz this is where I need to stop if not.”

“Oh no, don’t stop Austin, please” you can’t get the words out fast enough, frowning just a bit, “I want it, I need it, and only from you. Please.”

“Alright, alright sweetheart, I just wanted to be sure,” his hands float back to your thighs. “I need to take off my jeans. I need some more, uh … real estate. But I’m not gonna fuck you, not yet anyway.”

“Ok,” you nod.

He stands up, unbuttoning his fly and pulling the front of his jeans out and down over the bulge in his boxer briefs. He moans out a sigh of relief. You can see the outline of his hard cock just before he bends over to pull his jeans off.

“Oh my god” you whisper, rocking your hips just a little. If he is as big as it seems, your tight little pussy is in for a jolt, WHEN he fucks you… there is no ‘if’ at this point in your mind.

“Mmm, sweetheart, you look like you need me?” he asks, getting down on his knees again.

“Yes please, Austin,” your hands are reaching for him, wanting to touch him.

“Let’s get down to uh… brass tacks shall we,” he gives you an evil little smile. He grabs your hips and yanks you towards him. Damn those muscles aren’t just for show. You giggle a little.

He presses his face to your covered mons, blowing hot breath and planting a kiss. Then pulls your panties away from your skin by the waistband. He continues to remove them and they are so wet, they stick to your labia.

“Oh hoh hoh” he moans in appreciation as he peels them down and off. “Open those legs for me Princess,” he says as he gently encourages you with his hand, “show me how wet you are.”

He runs a finger along your labia, pulling away a string of moisture.

“Is all this wetness for me darling?” he asks.

“All for you, Austin,” you look him right in the eyes, trying to convey just how much that statement is true.

He puts his wet finger in his mouth as you watch, his eyes close as he sucks it off. You wonder where all the oxygen in the room went.

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” he breathes out. Fuck, he is sexy.

His thumbs start petting your wet labia, gradually pulling them apart with each stroke until he has exposed your pink little slit.

“Oh this is a gorgeous pussy, Princess,” he settles down on his knees and leans in.

He plants a soft kiss just above your clit, you whimper just a bit.

He runs his tongue along your inner labia, groaning at the taste, barely grazing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You whimper, fist to your mouth.

He looks at you over your mound, lapping gently with a wide tongue, then narrowing to his tip and going to one side, then the other of your clit. His blue eyes are dark again, with lust now instead of outrage.

Then his eyes close and he nuzzles side to side, pushing his tongue deeper, laving the front body of his tongue along your inner labia. His nose pushes gently against your clit. He breathes in deep through his nose, then moans out lusty, throaty laughs of pleasure into your pussy. It is clear that he is loving this.

You are tempted to lean back and close your eyes, however there is no way you are going to miss this. The sight of Austin buried between your legs is the stuff of your dreams. You almost feel out of your body.

He licks and tongues your pussy, slurping up your juices, growling in pleasure. He pulls back, face wet from the end of his nose to his chin. He is breathing a little heavy and grinning from ear to ear, licking his lips.

“Your pussy is so wet for me Princess, damn. Thank you, I fucking love this,” his eyes sparkle.

“Come kiss me with that messy mouth,” you reach out, beckoning him forward with your fingertips.

He crawls up your body and is instantly and deeply kissing you. Your tongue is lapping at his, running over his wet lips, tasting yourself. His cock is pressed into your dripping vulva separated only by the fabric of his boxer briefs. Your hips rock against him, hands against his low back holding him to your body. His hips pulse against you, pushing his cloth shrouded length deep against your slit.

“Oh fuck,” he breaths agasint your lips.

He pulls away, underwear soaked in your juices.

“I gotta,“ he blows out a big breath trying to control himself. “I’m getting ahead of myself. We are not done down here yet,” and he settles himself down between your legs again.

Once again he buries his face in your snatch.

“Austin, more clit please,” you say, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“Oh that’s a good girl, telling me what you need,” he says against your lips, looking you in the eye.

His praise alone makes you bite your lip and pull your brows together.

He cocks his head a little, ever observant, “You like being a good girl don’t you.”

“I like being YOUR good girl, your Princess,” you say matter of factly.

“MMM, mine. Fuck baby, you got it,” his mouth closes over your clit, sucking long and slow and pulling off like a kiss. He dives back again, tongue flicking your clit lightly as he sucks and pulls gently. The wet sounds of kissing that don't involve your own mouth plus his magnificent mouth on your clit; these are churning up heretofore untapped sensations from your pelvic core.

You are crunched toward him, your mouth is hanging open, barely breathing. You didn’t know it could feel like... like this.

“Oh god Austin…more please!” you moan, your fist momentarily gripping his hair tight.

He chuckles low against your pussy, “My good girl.”

You clench.

Then he dives in for more. He licks, he sucks, he flicks. Slurp, slurp, smack. So much longer than you've ever had before. You can’t help but close your eyes to focus on the magic of his tongue. Heat building in your vagina, clit starting to throb from his attentions.

Then you feel a long finger petting your entrance. You look down and he is looking at you, watching your reaction to his fingering while flicking the apex of his tongue on your clit.

Your eyes go wide and you just nod at him.

He pushes his long finger slowly inside you. You let out a long low moan.

“Oh my god, Princess, you are so tight,” his voice is almost reverential. You just nod, this is not news to you.

His finger slides in and out of you, testing the waters, so to speak. He finger fucks you like this for a bit. He licks his thumb on his other hand and gently plays with your clit. His eyes flit from watching your reaction to his finger sliding in and out of you and back. Your hips begin to rock back and forth as he finger fucks you.

“God you are amazing, I’m gonna give you two fingers now sweetheart, ok?”

“Yes please,” you breathe out.

He slowly slides both digits into you. “Fuck, so tight,” he says under his breath, “are you okay Princess?”

“Yes, keep doing that, please!” you moan out.

“Oh my beautiful Princess, I have no intention of stopping, you take your time. I’m gonna just enjoy the fuck out of this.” He kisses the inside of your leg. Then you feel that beautiful pressure inside as he curls his fingers just enough to touch that spongy tissue on your vaginal wall.

“Oh wow yes Austin, that right there!” you moan.

He continues to pull your clit into his mouth, to flick it with his tongue, eating you out like you are his only nourishment. Soft pleasurable moans dislodge from his throat among the soft wet sounds of his suction. All the while he is sliding and curling, sliding and curling his fingers. His sounds are ramping you up just as much as his actions. Your moans are getting louder.

He keeps up this steady rhythm for you don’t know how long. You feel that bubbling creek start to rush up against the wall that holds your orgasm. Each dip into you, each wave of his digits, each long suctioned kiss of your clit, each flicker of his tongue: it all eats away at the crack in the dam.

“You are so good at this.” you moan, hips are rocking against his face. Your vocalizations are getting more intense, palm pressed to your mouth. Still he tongues you tirelessly. The crack in the dam suddenly splinters, threatening to break. Moisture surges from you and he moans deep, he can tell you are close by the waves of clenching you are doing on his fingers. He is thinking about how it will feel when he plunges his throbbing cock into you. He laps and sucks, never letting up.

You freeze, not breathing, pinpoint focused on the sensation behind your clit.

Then the dam bursts.

“Ungh, ungh ungh,” little rhythmic moans fall from your open mouth. Your hands fly to his head. Little jerks rock your pelvis and neck in time with your moans.

Holy fuck it feels so good.

You let out a loud, long moan which transcends into little giggles.

He is smiling against your pussy, knowing he made you cum.

Pulling away, messy faced, eyes so intense he practically launches himself on top of you, desperate to kiss you. His sloppy mouth is delicious against your own.

“Oh Princess, that was so hot.” his voice is deep with desire, hips pulsing a rhythm of their own against your leg.

“I'm sorry if that took a while,’ you say, breathlessly.

“Oh no darling, don’t you dare be sorry. I loved every second of it,” he says, smiling down at you like some devilish angel. “You know, it takes the average man 5 minutes to cum and the average woman 20.”

“You are not the average man Austin,” you can’t help but smile and giggle.

A sultry laugh rolls low from his chest, “No, my Princess, no I am not.”

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #@slowsweetlove #@purejasmine #@richardslady121

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justrambles · 11 months

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(Beauty and the beast au steddie)

(snippety as I intended in the first place — I don't know what happened with other ones)

No.9 — Talks (between doors)

"Hey, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"So where do you get the vegetables from?"

"What?"

"I mean, you used to only get me, uh, meat for the meals but you started getting me carrots and tomatoes recently. Is there like a wild plot nearby? If it's close I think I can go there myself. Save you the trouble, you know?"

"..."

"Steve?"

"...There's a communal garden just outside Loch Nora."

"A communal garden."

"...Yeah."

"Oh."

"Look, I panicked, okay? Nancy and Dustin told me you'd be needing vegetables too but I couldn't find them in the woods! And the garden was just nearby!"

"No, wait, Stevie, I'm not condemning you or anything. I should be thanking you. You are getting them for me. And I think that's a bit punk, actually."

"I don't even know what that means."

"You know, maybe this counts as anti-consumerism and... Wait, did you say, outside Loch Nora?"

***

"Dustin, I thought you said you guys couldn't leave?"

"We can't."

"So how does Steve go out into town?"

"Oh, yeah. Steve's an exception. He can leave. I thought you knew about this, Eddie. He's been bringing you food."

"To be honest I just thought he found them nearby, within the boundary of this place. Didn't know he had to go around a lot."

"Well, the boundary is very small. If it were big enough, we'd be going out often. I don't think I'd even give a shit about shitty storms, man. So, if we wanted something from outside this place, Steve would have to be the one to go out."

"Come to think about it, I don't think I've seen him get out. Wait, when does he go out? How come I've never seen him?"

***

"So that performance was, that was very metal."

"Huh, you really do know a lot about music."

"And have so many opinions about it, too."

"Well, thank you for the compliment, Steve, and thank you for your insight, Robin. Of course I have opinions about it. I've been playing for a long time now. Music is like a second language to me, one of my band members once said." (they didn't)

"Do you have any other real languages you speak? Other than music? You know, I can speak Spanish, French, and Italian well enough and I've been wanting to learn more, but it's kind of hard to do it here. So, do you?"

"...Yeah, of course. Uh, Quenya?"

"Quenya? Whoa, I've never heard of it. Where is it spoken in?"

"Uhh... Middle-earth?"

"Middle-earth?"

"Yup, yeah, that's right."

"Middle-earth. Wait, that's-. That's the one from Dustin's books."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

***

"Alright- Jesus, Munson, you can do this. It's simple. Just go and ask. Simple."

knock knock

"Hey, Stevie? You in there?"

"Yeah, what is it, Eddie?"

"So, I was writing down some stuff — you know, for the dnd session I'm planning for the kids? Anyways, my pen kind of broke down in the midst of it. I was wondering if I could borrow yours?"

"Uh, yeah? Sure."

"Cool! So, can I come—"

"You'll find some in the study on the first floor."

"...Oh."

"...Umm, you okay there?"

"Yeah yeah, thanks! I'll be down at the study if you need me, Steve!"

***

"Did you know that your dad's the most boring man to exist?!"

"My dad? What?"

"There's nothing in the study, Steve. Nothing."

"There's... a wall full of books there?"

"Yes, but nothing important's there! Where are the literatures? Science fiction? Or even philosophy? Who in their right mind wants to read books about managing time?"

"Uh... Is that a bad thing?"

"Honestly, the Encyclopedia was the most interesting there. And that says something. But- oh yeah, thanks for the pen, Stevie."

"Yeah, no problem."

***

"That Dragons and Daggers thing you told me about,"

"Dungeons and Dragons, man. Dungeons and Dragons."

"Yeah right, so what's that about?"

"Well, it's like a board game, actually. But definitely more complicated and more intense. It's a challenge for those who play, navigating through worlds of fantasy— and, uh, you play as a character and roll dice to make your moves. It's totally fun."

"It does sound fun. So you're gonna help the kids 'navigate through the world of fantasy'?"

"Yup! That'll be me, I'm the DM. Dungeon Master. I'd be narrating and making the kids face obstacles."

"Cool."

"...You know, you could come and watch if you want. The kids would love it. I could even make an NPC based on you."

"...Yeah, no. Maybe later, I guess. But thanks for the offer, Eddie."

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #beauty and the beast au #eddie is curious

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lilrobinbird · 3 months

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Maybe some better questions would be: what visual artists inspire you the most? Are there any artists whose style or use of color you like to emulate? (I know nothing about visual arts, so I hope these are not dumb questions lol)

I really need to read more high fantasy. Should I start with The Witcher?

Long response by me (!!!) under cut, I'll not be held accountable for any typos as my autocorrect is currently not present

Letsgooo

Not to emulate a whole artstyle but I it's good to take little parts from different ones and translate it into your own (which honestly I should start doing again bc I'm getting stuck lately)

@/manny.oe (insta) is probably my favourite artists, he changes artsyles whenewher he feels like it but he is a professional and does visual dev work, he does so mych aauuh so much to kearn from him, I used to get inspired by the way he shades and picks colors, he also posts a lot of figure drawing sketches on stories that I try to just copy lolol (but these are the kind of studies you copy and never post)

@/ahmedaldoori_art (insta) when you look up his profile you see a lot of sketches and unfinished stuff but when you find his fully rendered pieces RAHHH THATSS how I want to render, very soft(?) rendering that I like

There is also someone from tumblr aaand from avatar fandom @/allgremlinart and they're my lineart goals (the line weight! yes!)....ok and rendering goals too..... They also have a side blog where they post their original art and yeeea good stuff good stuff

@/jamjoob (tumblr and insta) LINEART GOALS waaauuhhh such a nice light smooth lines, their colors are also tasty cozy..

So there's four digital artists I thought about first, there's WAY more but I'm not writing a book pointing out every artist I like (sadly. Hm ok I'd be too lazy)

(bonus five person a girl I had csush on fhgvjh legit best artist man give me your style. hand it over)

But I can get inspired with others all I want I still should learn color theory my biggest hater and enemy

I told you before you sent a fun good ask but I didn't notice a witcher part then shsjs

So hmmmm mmm m I'm not sure? It really depends on the person but the writing isn't that good, I was personally drawn by the characters and concepts (and the whole idea how witchers work is fun to me) (also I've read them in highschool so)

Some scenes can be kinda weird, it was after all written by a silly old polish guy

First two books- The Last Wish and Sword of Destiny are more of short stories and they're probably the best, after them the tone changes a little and the main plot begins (if I remeber it correctly)

I've read them in polish but I've heard some opinions that the writing in translations can be worse than original

But you already know I loooove legend of Korra, that is an art of taking good characters and concepts form stuff with questionable writing (but legend of korra is justified and forgiven by circumstances the writers struggled with (((and by me)))))))

But honestly that's up to you, I'd say you should try something else for your first time, you can look for other opinions too

#asks #ty for the ask!#its after 2am gnnnn #nvm edit. often it's not a specific artist but just one work thats so good #pinterest is worst and best things ever #soso much inspo but not always proper credits which is annoying

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listentoace · 7 days

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No, I won't be sharing any highly personal information such as my name, where I live, pictures, etc. - just paint a picture of me using your fantasy

No, there is no upload or content schedule. Sometimes you'll get lucky and I post 5 audios within 2 days, sometimes you'll have to wait a bit longer until I post. It's fully based on my mood

With that being said, thank you for being here. Be a good girl and do as you're told. Enjoy your stay, get high on endorphins, be horny and remain obedient!

#gonewildaudio #smut #podcast

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I think there needs to be a frank discussion about the topic of kink in public. Nuance seems to be completely lost on people. These kind of things are not black and white. I know it's easy to say all public play is wrong but it simply isn't. There is a big difference between running around in a trench coat flashing a diaper at random joggers like a perv and being cognitive and discreet to live a fantasy. A big part of this comes down to intention. If a person viewing you is a necessary part of you getting enjoyment then yes, it's wrong. However if the simple thrill of being liberated and dropping social boundaries, even for a moment (as long as proper precautions are made to keep it discreet) then there really isn't a moral issue there. Because come on, almost all of us have some deep repressed fantasy of public exposure. Most of us think about being "forced" to do these things because it alleviates us of the guilt for the desire that we have. And when we see another person doing the thing we feel deep shame over desiring ourselves, it is natural to persecute and demonize that person. You see them as a reflection of yourself. You assume the worst and jump to a cut and dry black and white opinion because that's the easy thing to do with our primal lizard brain, where our desires for things like this come from.

The way I see it, the same arguments for no kink in public seem very similar to lgbt oppression. I know that sounds like a hot take but hear me out. It was not long ago that two gay men could not show affection to one another in public. Say two guys kiss somewhere. Did people strictly consent to seeing that? Well no. Possibly will it make others uncomfortable? Absolutely, plenty of people, even today. Should it be allowed? Resoundingly yes. Gay people used to be told to keep their lifestyles private. That it was strictly sexual and they were exposing themselves to others. I can't tell you how much during my childhood people would say "gay people just shove it down our throats".

This is not just a kink, this is a lifestyle. An alternative one yes, but still far more than just sexual for most of us, we can all agree on that. And so to have a level of exposure with it, we need to look at it with far more nuance and be less critical. Intentions matter a LOT. Say those same two gay guys having a loving kiss in public intentionally went to children playgrounds to make out in front of kids, because they got sexually aroused by them watching. Obviously wrong. It's a big difference. It's not just cut and dry. What you are intending and how you go about it really really matters.

So maybe just be a little less judgemental and try to see that stuff like this isn't just black and white. Frankly, I have a pretty easy barometer for these kinds of things. You have three questions to answer before you can do any form of kink outside the privacy of your home.

Is someone viewing you needed to receive enjoyment or are you getting a level of satisfaction from simply dropping boundaries? One is attempting to exploit non consenting people, the other is not.

Are you taking reasonable precautions?

Can this be shown on public television without any censorship? Because if it can, probably ok. Look at furries, or people who wear collars.

But at the end of the day I think yeah, people might be confused if they stumble across one of us in the wild, but we do not inherently have to hide. For many of us this goes far past a kink, it's a lifestyle. For us lifers, we have grown up with this, most of us attempting to cure ourselves of it to no avail. We lived with fear and shame and carried that into adulthood. For the vast majority of us we didn't choose this, it chose us. It's more than just a fun little game it's literally part of us. Because when it comes to exposing a lifestyle to someone I think that's a LOT different than exposing a kink.

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Okay I go to point it out that yes it sad that I have never seen what my direct ancestors look like in ancient and medieval times. And probably never will

But this post I found probably point out a issue I been noticing https://www.tumblr.com/ainomica/686212780028739584

Wait

Are

Late Gen x leftists

And millennials

Using

Pop Culture

As the basic

For

Human warriors

Knowledge?

Oh that explains the black Vikings shit

Yes let say that black peoples were deadass part of some of the most prolific slave traders and rapists in human history? Ooookay!

But let me use my Chimera republic as example of my fantasy au

Though btw the chimera republic is basically fantasy USA strong arming all of the Americas into an empire. Yeah the Americans (or perhaps prime chimerans) are tongue and cheek about but allow the cultures and languages to exist

But let me set up a story-wait best anon

But I think the issues is a lot of people view history from pop culture. No metroplation blacks

Just because pedo land aka Hollywood don’t glorified African warriors at the moment. Doesn’t mean their ( unless they’re pos like the Dahomey) stories shouldn’t be told

Do social media make everyone have the mentality of a bitter 15 year old or something?

>The analogy between Samurai and cops is also appropriate because they used to "break in" new swords by killing peasants who were outside past curfew.

So much samurai stuff is just BS myths, undoubtedly the "insult" thing was abused regularly, I'm not sure how bad the insult needed to be but still.

Class stuff in that post is still pretty much spot on to my knowledge, but a lot of the legends and such are actually myths.

This guy was funny, because he wasn't doing a bit. I think the idea behind the Vikings and Celts came out of the need to cry about dreadlocks belonging to black people and evidence proves those two groups also had a hairstyle like that, so obviously that means they were black somehow.

This is another fun one, USJW is a joke blog

Aztecs and Olmec's are in the mix in this one

Yes let say that black peoples were deadass part of some of the most prolific slave traders and rapists in human history? Ooookay!

Everyone is guilty, sooner we can accept that the sooner we can stop blaming everyone else.

But let me use my Chimera republic as example of my fantasy au Though btw the chimera republic is basically fantasy USA strong arming all of the Americas into an empire. Yeah the Americans (or perhaps prime chimerans) are tongue and cheek about but allow the cultures and languages to exist

Look up the Ottoman Empire, they were good about that occasionally, at least on paper they were. Achaemenid (Persian) Empire too, long as nobody rebels and everyone pays their taxes you can keep your language, culture, and religion. Again it was like that on paper, reality is it's own thing.

But I think the issues is a lot of people view history from pop culture. No metroplation blacks

probable, of course then people start to emulate them and that's when it gets bad, emulate Uncle Phil instead

Just because pedo land aka Hollywood don’t glorified African warriors at the moment. Doesn’t mean their ( unless they’re pos like the Dahomey) stories shouldn’t be told

Both should be told, truthful dahomey type people stories would be good as well as folks that didn't sell off their fellow Africans to Arabs and Europeans.

Problem is

way way back we just don't know, nobody does for sure, and less way back the slave trade kicked into high gear and folks were gettin sold to people in the MENA region.

Might need to just go off of mythology or oral tradition stories, searching for all this stuff gets rough because you look up Africa and you get Egypt and the rest of northern Africa.

Do social media make everyone have the mentality of a bitter 15 year old or something?

Twitter made it so people could only digest information in tiny doses, which meant nuance was lost, which in turn created a lot of ignorance, which human nature when it comes to pride makes admitting ignorance difficult, which made people's ability to actually hold a conversation where differing viewpoints are brought into play vanish.

Same with Facebook except the difference is there's only so much text you can add to a minions meme.

Reddit is good for creating a echo chamber, but at least you can put a lot of text down but living in a echo chamber tends to make one believe that their opinion is the majority one when reality may be totally different.

I do not envy mental health professionals, things are going to get worse as worse for them in the coming years.

#zoomer huey anon

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obscureaestheticist · 1 year

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Dark Con & Succession War Characters as Players & GMs

Ging: Derailing god. Knows a pirating / rom site for everything. Adores Pathfinder and 3.5e but runs games as if Tomb of Horrors was just easy mode. Pariston: "It's what my character would do :)" Lamentations enthusiast. Leorio [current arc]: Channels the power of thesis block to destroy hordes of bandits. Cheadle: Strategic player who looks on in despair at their chaotic and extremely violent comrades. T-T Mizaistom: T-posing human fighter that somehow keeps pulling off the most significant moments in the campaign. Beyond: That one tiktok friend who cosplays as their character for each session and runs campaigns like theatrical wrestling performances. That vocal training has gotta be used for something! Muherr: Army vet, seen a lotta stuff, but runs the most heartfelt and hopeful campaigns you'll ever play. 7th Sea Gm. Steiner: Sweetest guy you know, writes the most terrifying mysteries ever. Pure unfiltered neurosis expressed through Call of Cthulhu and World of Darkness. Kurapika [current arc]: 3rd life-changing trauma this week "Sure! I can make it for Friday!" Melody: In it for the deep pan crispy lore. Makes the maps out of love. Can't play an evil character the save their life. Has mountains of Solo-RPG journals of wonderous adventures. Hanzo: Falls into the habit of down-to-Earth friendly characters that sling death threats and "comedic violence" at everyone to the point of awkwardness. Shall avenge every minor NPC the gm forgot to name. Basho: Doesn't own a single rpg book that doesn't also double as an art book. Bill: "That game from Stranger Things?" Theta: Evokes awe from fellow players for her RP skills. Greater knowledge of in-game politics than the actual DM. One Ring and Game of Thrones RPG enjoyer. Tserriednich: Tonight's Session - The GMs Barely-Disguised Fetish ... Kult & Drakar och Demoner for life. Benjamin: WILL apply real military strategies to your game regardless of setting and character. YES! He will bring diagrams! YES! You should be concerned! Twilight: 2000 nut. Zhang Lei: Chill. Enjoying the vibes. Simply awaiting the fruition of his diabolical schemes to spring into action... Once every other player is done with their wacky flumph hijinks. Camilla: Dungeon Bitches & Mork Borg. Throwing hands. Fuck everything else. Fireball isn't enough. Stay away from the loot. Halkenburg: Heart of gold, but tries waaaaay too hard to help the fantasy world he's meant to just be smacking trolls around in. Kacho & Fugetsu: Supports queer indie ttrpgs and are currently trying to figure out where to store all the gigabytes of pdfs. Hinrigh: "Yes, this is a rip off of all my favorite anime characters and I love them :D" Zakuro: Too shy to speak up, didn't realize they missed 5 turns. Lynch: Screw politeness, fists are all you need to ask questions. Morena: The "Nice Girl" Oito: "I just hope the game contains no foul language. Do we need a console?" Woble: The group mascot

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mmj is one of the most ignored groups it's so sad. like vbs and wxs has a ton of content (probably because they're the groups with guys in it), n25 is the most outwardly angsty so they're the most popular group that doesn't have men in it, and l/n has tsukasa's sister so at least she gets stuff. but mmj doesn't have any of that so they're seen as the most boring and it's so sad. mmj are my little guys i love them

I LOVE MMJ!

I have to admit, I used to not be a big fan of Leo/Need until my friend who was obsessed with them showed me the light but More More Jump is my third favorite group in the game.

We have to respect how Minori is living out her fantasy of being the protagonist of a self-insert x Haruka fanfic, and jokes about that aside, I LOVED the fact event where she said she wanted to get to know Haruka as the normal girl instead of Haruka the celebrity! I also loved her story of getting rejected all those times and still going! Nobody can say my girl isn’t determined! I get that people liking the dark intricate dynamics of nightcord, hell my favorite ship in the game is mizuena so I can’t be a hypocrite, but minoharu really is great in its simplicity.

Also Shizuku is my favorite in the group! I really love Shizuku’s flighty personality and of all three sibling relationships in the game, hers with Shiho seems to be the one the game, and the fandom ignores the most. But I think Shizuku’s arc of expressing that she isn’t perfect when fans demand that idols be perfect and she was so despised for being perfect is great! I love how Shizuku is so full of love!

And Airi! Airi is so good! I love that she’s cute and pink and also dirty and tomboyish! Yes! I love that she was able to reclaim Happy Everyday not as a corporate puppet who she didn’t want to be but her own part of herself that she loved! People also make jokes about her being mean but she’s a sweetheart! I love that area conversation where Saki runs into her and gets excited so she gives her an autograph! I also love her and Shizuku’s friendship! They’ve overcome their differences after a rocky time and Airi understands her like no other. They’re underrated as hell. I also think we should address Airi and Enas friendship more. It never goes discussed in the fandom! They were friends before Nightcord! Girls with loud personalities.

Haruka… I think the game doesn’t give as much attention to Haruka as it should. I mean, the first MMJ events in the English server all focused on the girls individual struggles seriously and took a look at how the idol industry hurt them, and then Harukas was mostly focused on Shizuku and was mostly portraying Harukas overworking tendencies in a quirky way with funny comedy beats. I love Haruka but that event did not do her Justice. And it seems the writers knew this too because More More Making Xmas was pretty much just as much a Haruka event as it was a Minori event. And this was much better. Showing her more set in the old ways and needing convincing while Minori is open to change. It’s far more competent.

Staying on the subject of Haruka, she is clearly someone who tends to suffer in silence when she’s been hurt. Take the very first MMJ main story where she came to the school because of a traumatic event and didn’t tell anyone until the rest of MMJ heard from a secondhand source. She thinks Minori is amazing because Minori will express whatever she thinks at any given time and keep going and never burn out. They’re a Sun and moon type ship. Anyways Haruka is a good character I hope future events do her better.

I also want to say, I was a bit worried about MMJ at first because telling an idol story always comes with the side of glorifying the idol industry but MMJ surprised me by giving a distinct criticism of the idol industry. All the MMJ girls (sans Minori who never got in) were miserable when they were in the actual industry and MMJ is essentially an indie group without a suit attached, and because of that they’re able to embrace themselves, grow, and be happier as people. It’s honestly really refreshing to see!

Okay last point I’m making- the vocaloid outfits in the stage sekai are so good. People should draw them more.

#project sekai #airi momoi #minori hanasato #shizuku hinomori #haruka kiritani #more more jump #ask #colorful stage

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Powerless (2017) | Chapter 6, "Falling Down"

Years after Sarah’s wit and bravery saved her brother and brought the Labyrinth to its knees, her daughter Andie is transported to what remains of that same fantastical place, somewhere she thought only existed in her favorite childhood stories. To find her way back home, she must traverse what’s left of the crumbling kingdom, find a way to set both moments and magic in motion again, and even save the Goblin King, himself. But who will save her from him?

Powerless is a SFW slow-burn romance between Jareth and an original female character. The story overall contains descriptions of fantasy violence, mild suggestive content, and grief regarding family illness. Chapter-by-chapter warnings will be provided as well.

Summary: Andie, Jareth, and the others go in search of the Wiseman in hopes to find further answers for how Andie might return home. After staring at some knockers, they reach a new, perilous section of the Labyrinth that descends into another layer even Jareth doesn’t remember crafting.

Pairing: Jareth x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.8k

A hot burst of air on her face served as her morning wakeup call and Andie was a bit displeased to note that it reeked of beef jerky. Pulling a face and opening her eyes, she found Ludo looking at her with his face just inches away, first with concern and then with delight when he discovered she was awake. "Andie?"

"Yup, still Andie," she mumbled as she reached up and rubbed her eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Breakfast," Ludo said pleasantly in his loud, gravelly voice and she noticed he was holding a small plate of rations that looked dollhouse-sized in his enormous hands.

"Oh," Andie said, feeling a bit guilty about her slightly snarky awakening as she took the plate. "Thank you, Ludo."

He smiled in his peculiar way and nodded his head once before going back to where Hoggle sat, who grumped boisterously when Ludo accidentally knocked him over. Andie picked one of the small hanks of meat off the plate and bit into it, twisting it to tear it between her teeth and trying not to wince at the dry, gamy texture. "Where did you guys get this stuff?" she asked, leaving it open for anyone to answer.

Nyle, sitting near the fire pit, was the one to reply. "I got it from the castle after the collapse. Figured I should take something before I left. Most of the provisions in the cellar were left untouched."

"Have you guys been living on this?"

"Somewhat," he acknowledged. "On and off. There have been other finds along the way and, with time stopped the way it has, we may not even need to eat, but better safe than, well, dead. You stop tasting after a while, I promise."

"That's pretty dismal," Andie commented as she chewed another bite, glancing around the clearing. "Where's Sir Didymus? And Jareth?"

"Didymus is scouting the area for any sense of direction in this place so we can start looking for the Wiseman, I believe," Nyle said, a snarl curling his lip with his next words. "Jareth is who-knows-where."

"Lurking, apparently," Leona said quietly as Jareth stepped around the corner of a turn in the maze, re-entering the courtyard. "Do you enjoy that? Popping out all dramatically when you are being talked about?"

Jareth looked a bit bemused. "Yes," he replied obviously, "but I did not think that was dramatic… My name was spoken and I answered."

"My intention wasn't to summon you by using—," Nyle began and Andie noticed for the first time that his teeth were pointed, which made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"I was not talking about you," Jareth said dismissively, his eyes fixed on the girl across the way.

Andie met his gaze and arched a brow. "I wasn't, er, summoning you either."

Jareth's barely concealed smirk chose that moment to curve his thin lips. "Pity."

Andie heard Hoggle groan a little at the exchange, shaking his head in her peripheral. Her eyes moved back to Nyle as he stood, long thin limbs unfolding like a puzzle before he trudged away, a shadow making its way unaltered in the sunlight of the current sky. Jareth watched him go as well, lithely closing the distance across the courtyard before he was next to Andie, slowly lowering himself to sit next to her. "I like him even less than I used to."

"This might surprise you," Andie said as she swallowed her last bite of food and chased it with some of the awful leafy tea that they kept brewing, "but you're not his favorite person either."

Jareth sneered. "I'm truly shocked," he bantered back.

"I knew you would be." Andie finished her leaf water—to call it tea any longer was an insult to tea—and asked, "Any idea what you did to make him dislike you that much?"

"What makes you think I did anything?" After a heavy dose of side-eye, Jareth relented. "Perhaps."

"Care to share that information?"

"He was once to be my successor. Then my jester. And then a servant."

"Harsh," she murmured.

Jareth shrugged. "He was deemed no longer fit to ascend."

"By who?"

"Well, by me, of course."

"Hmph," she murmured as she stretched carefully and set her plate aside. "Is that why you steal babies?" At his inquisitive look, she added, "I've been told multiple times since coming here that a girl came through, looking for her brother."

He appeared amused by that. "Indeed."

"Was he one of the ones you stole?"

"Let's make one thing clear," he said, holding up a leather-gloved finger between them, "I do not steal children. Much like the brother of the girl you've heard of, they are wished away by careless siblings or they are left to dwell in orphanages or with unrelated families who treat them like garbage. They wish for escape and I have given it to them time and time again."

"But you didn't give the girl's brother back to her when she began her quest to get him back, so…"

"She wished him away," he argued, beginning to grow visibly annoyed.

"And then took it back," Andie persisted. "Where's the humanity in holding a girl to a wish that large?"

"You seem to be under the impression that I should have some form of humanity in me," he noted with a slightly calmer demeanor. "I am a goblin, little girl, a goblin king—the Goblin King—and am not held to your petty standards."

"There's nothing petty about being a fair leader," Andie countered. "Besides, you said yourself you were selecting human children as potential heirs. Weren't you chosen in the same way?"

His eyes narrowed and he admitted, "I cannot say I remember."

Andie's lips pursed a bit before forming the word, "Pity."

Just then, Didymus rode into the clearing atop Ambrosius—the sight of which still made Andie hard-pressed not to snort with laughter—and skidded to a halt that nearly threw the uniformed terrier from his steed. "There is no sure way to understand the direction of the Labyrinth any longer, but based on the areas nearby, I have an idea of where we must go in order to find the Wiseman and ask him what is needed," he reported before adding, "and, truly, simply sitting here will do us no good. 'Tis time to carry on!"

Andie nodded and stood. "Sounds good, any idea where we're headed first?"

"There is familiar ground down the right passageway after a few turns. I have marked the path we must take to get there again," he replied as the others packed up the campsite. Nyle had returned at some point within the last minute or so, slipping in like a puff of smoke. Sudden, yet soundless.

After what little they had was packed back into a knapsack Hoggle hauled along, the group followed Didymus down the right passageway, walking along behind him until he suddenly pulled Ambrosius to a stop, nearly causing Andie to trip over them both. "Why did you stop?"

"My…" He looked back at her with distress. "My markings are gone!"

"Gone?" she repeated, glancing around. "How can that be?"

"Likely the smaller goblins who do stone maintenance," Jareth admitted, looking disgruntled at the situation. "They rotate the stones whenever there is an impurity or repair to make."

" 'Tis no matter! I believe between the two of us, we will remember the way! Ambrosius, onward!" Didymus sent the sheepdog forward again and the group behind them followed, not quite knowing what else to do when no one had any better ideas. Didymus stopped at the end of a pathway, pausing heavily before noting, "This was not here before…"

Andie peered around the others to get a good look at the end of the path, at first wondering if they'd run back into the guards she'd faced earlier when she saw the doors. However, these were different; smaller and unguarded, with large detailed door knockers cast in bronze. When they all arrived, Andie continued studying the doors, at least until one of them yelled at her.

"It's rude to stare!" the pudgy one on the right shouted, making Andie jump.

"Excuse me?" she demanded.

"All you little girls that come through here are the same," it yammered on while the other one—whose mouth was occupied by the ring portion of the door knocker—mumbled unintelligibly. "Staring at us like we don't know you're there—oh, the mannerlessness of it all!—and then supposing that we are the rude ones?!"

"That's probably not a word. Could you maybe calm down, I was—"

"WHAT?"

The right door knocker was mumbling again, more voraciously than before, so Andie pulled the ring out of its mouth. "You were saying?"

"Thank you!" the door knocker said exuberantly before explaining most amiably now that she'd helped him, "He can't hear to save his life."

"What life? I'm a door knocker, you twit!" the left demanded irritably. "Not like you offer much in the realm of conversation!"

"It's by design, not choice, I'm a—"

"Could one of you tell me," Andie asserted loudly, causing them both to stop their bickering for the moment, "which way to go? We're trying to find the Wiseman." She glanced over at Didymus for confirmation that she'd said that correctly and, at his nod, she looked back at the door knockers. "Would anyone have come through here?"

"No one's come through," the left one grumped before adding, "though we don't know what's on the other side either. That's up to you."

Andie nodded. "That does make sense… Okay," she said before turning around to discuss the choice, though she only managed to turn right around into Jareth. "Could you stand any closer?" she grumbled as she stepped back.

"Is that a request or an admonishment?"

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Andie informed him as he cackled quietly. "Anyway, which way? Has anyone been through here before?"

As there was a collective shaking of heads from everyone apart from Ludo, Andie focused on him. "Which way did you go before, Ludo?"

"OH, I remember you, you big slobbery bum!" the right door knocker crowed once he looked toward Ludo, who appeared to have hurt feelings now. "He came through this way before, but not before salivating all over that ring, which that girl then stuck back in my mouth after nearly suffocating me!"

Go, Mom, Andie thought with a small snicker, then more seriously asked, "Did you go that way before?" Ludo nodded timidly. "What was that way?"

"Forest," Ludo said simply. "Ludo fell doooown."

Andie pursed her lips. "Ah."

"The forest? That's where the Fireys are," Hoggle said with a grimace.

"Hm, then I doubt that's still what's behind the door. I already ran into them toward the beginning of the maze," Andie reasoned, tapping the knocking ring on her palm while she thought. "Any input, O Lord of the Labyrinth?"

"I could get used to that," Jareth remarked before becoming more serious. "I am at as much of a loss as you, with the Labyrinth in its disarray. You'll just have to guess."

It was her turn to grimace. "Why do I have to guess?"

"Because I should like it if our potential failure is your fault," he mocked unhelpfully.

"You know, for wanting my help, you sure—"

"Fine, fine," Jareth snapped, cutting her off so she didn't spoil his plans to keep his conundrum a secret. "You whine worse than Sarah, even."

"I don't whine," Andie growled, avoiding any comments that might divulge her relation. Hoggle had told her explicitly that revealing her lineage would jeopardize her safety here and—with the deal she'd struck with Jareth, at least that of his owing her a favor for all this—she didn't feel like bringing all that old drama to light.

Andie took a deep breath and looked between the doors before deciding on the left. "Here," she said to the right, holding the ring back toward him. He pursed his bronze lips tightly and earned a glare from the girl before him. "Really? We can do this the hard way. History can repeat itself." The door knocker looked at Ludo before sighing and opening his mouth, letting Andie place the ring back inside.

Turning to the left door, she looked for a handle before deciding she had to use the knocker, taking the ring and tapping three times on the door, which swung open slowly to reveal a lush setting. "Look at this place," she murmured in wonder as she stepped through, finding herself surrounded by towering blooms, vines creeping up the walls on either side of them as the Labyrinth continued.

"Careful," Jareth said quickly, grabbing the back of her shirt and yanking her backward.

"What are you—?" she started to ask peevishly until he nodded toward the ground in front of them and she saw the unforgivingly dark void she'd nearly stepped into. "Oh…"

"Watch where you step," he said softly into her ear, making her squirm out of his grasp. This time she avoided the patch and paid more mind to the ground, hoping her face didn't look as hot as it felt. "Funny, I remember making sure there was something peculiar about every location…"

Andie started to turn around to hurl an insult, but she paused when she saw one plant rearing back, looking very much like a Venus flytrap. "Look out!" she shouted just as the thing uncoiled and struck, Jareth and Hoggle dodging away just in time as it collided with the ground behind them. Andie looked past her travel companions to find that the door had swung shut, so their only choice now was to keep running.

She stood her ground as Hoggle ran past her, followed by the others, making sure everyone was making it through okay and avoiding the apparently carnivorous plants now after them. When Nyle passed her, his shoulder accidentally caught hers and she toppled backward onto the ground, looking up to see one of the plants coiling back, its eyeless face aimed toward her. However, she felt hands wrap around her arms and suddenly she was dragged backward, the plant striking and missing her by inches.

"You fool, what are you thinking?!" Jareth demanded as he tugged her to her feet, giving up and scooping her off the ground before he ran through the passage to catch up with the others, dodging any plants that came their way, though now it seemed that the entire path was out to get them. The vines wrapping around the walls and over the floors were alive, spearing toward their ankles and lashing off the stone toward them as they passed. As a vine sliced open Jareth's cheek, he winced and muttered, "What was I thinking with this place…"

"What were you thinking with any of this?" Andie wondered aloud, shrieking as a vine hit her in the face and reopened her split lip. "Ow, dammit!"

When Jareth looked down at her to see what was wrong, the real commotion started up ahead and all they heard was Nyle shout, "No, you brute!" before the entire pathway slanted downward and they were caught off their feet, sliding down into the dark underground beyond. Jareth cursed and gripped Andie tightly as they all fell into the blackness, hitting more stone—icy compared to the rest—after they'd run out of pathway to fall on. Once they were off, the pathway replaced itself above them and they were sealed in tight.

Groans and swears echoed through the dank chamber, everyone blind for the lack of light. "Are you all right?" Andie heard Jareth ask near the top of her head.

She nodded, then remembering none of them could see, said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks," acknowledging that he'd taken the brunt of the fall. "Are you?"

"I believe so," Jareth murmured, his grip on her still tight. Once he realized this, he loosened it, though they both stayed where they were for the moment. "Where are we?"

"You don't know?" Andie asked apprehensively. "That's not comforting."

"I…," she heard Nyle say hesitantly. "I think I do…"

"Hold on, let's shed some light on this! Hoggle, where's that firestarter…," Didymus said and there were some bustling sounds, then the clink of Hoggle's rucksack of supplies. "Ah! There it is!"

"Wait," Nyle said urgently, "don't!"

However, Didymus sparked the starter and lit up the space just long enough for Andie to make out a large reptilian eye, the pupil elongating from the flash. Her heart felt as if it would seize. "Oh, my god."

Next chapter: Chapter 7, "Through Dangers Untold"

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