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bambi-slxt · 2 days

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Could you write something with Matt or Chris (or both!) and a chubby/not petite reader? I don't see a lot of those and would really appreciate it!

Doesn't have to be smut, it can be more in the style of your non-binary post or love languages. Thank you!

oh honey. of course i can.

chubby!reader:

✨a concept✨

a/n: i'm not petite and i never have been. this post is not intended to cause body dysmorphia to those who are, but rather promote and uplift those who have more fat on them than what's normally represented in the fanfiction space. i hope you enjoy this one anon!

doing their makeup at a sleep over -

chris: "yeah, come on, sit on my lap. no, seriously. i don't mind. come here, mamas." *kisses* "there we go. now put this shit on my face before i change my mind."

matt: "you were saying something about hooded lids? yeah, i don't think i have those. what do you mean people have different eyelid shapes. what the fuck. you have to look up different- jesus christ i'm glad i don't fuck with this stuff."

watching a scary movie -

chris: "i never shoulda' agreed to this. what spell do you have me under? i hate you. no like actually." *holding your hand for dear life and also shaking like a chihuahua*

matt: "-genuinely fucking terrifying. what? why do I have to be the one who tells you when it's over? i don't wanna look either!" *long-suffering sigh*

swimming -

chris: "i don't want you to look like a model, i want you to look like you. you look real, and you feel real...when i look at my girl all i see is how beautiful you are. no, i'm being serious. especially wearin' the stuff i bought you."

matt: "it's just us, darlin'. i've seen all of you before. i know what you look like, and i love you because of it. get in the water so we can play mermaids."

clothes shopping -

chris: "what the Actual Fuck are these designs. this is the plus size section? what a waste of space? i'll make you better clothes. yeah, i'm serious. you like my brand better anyway. jesus christ, i'm sorry."

matt: "...is this really what you want to wear? no? okay so let's leave. yeah, this isn't your style at all. i don't care, i'll shop with you all fucking week if that's what it takes. you're not gonna settle on this shit if it's not what you want."

going to the gym -

chris: "come on, you got it. i know it hurts but you're almost done, come on. don't you dare stop, there we go...there we go, you're good, you're good, get some water...that was a new PR baby, i'm so fucking proud of you. hell yeah, you did so good...damn i don't even think i can get that...fuck you..."

matt: "why the fuck would we go to the gym when the bed is right there? absolutely not. we can work out in my bed-"

streaming together -

chris: "no we're playing fortnite, get on here. i don't care. we've played fallout all week i wanna play duos, pleasepleaseplease-thankssss. yeah we can hop on stream. nah, they love you. trust. you wanna get ready first? i think you look great, but it's up to you, mamas. i want you to be confident, you know that."

matt: "if they have something to say i'll just rip 'em a new one and kiss you on stream. yeah. no i'm dead serious. there's my girl. come on, let's play."

boyfriend hoodies -

chris: "course it fits. i got bigger ones for me so you could steal them. you're such a thief. i love you. what? i didn't say anything..."

matt: "i'm gonna freeze. no no, take it, take my only source of warmth. i'm not bitter. come here lemme cuddle you i'm fucking cold."

a/n: hope you like this nonnie!

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snyder-side · 2 days

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I am not exactly sure if this classifies as an Au or headcanons since Trolls Band Together was kinda short and for the life of me I kinda hate when movies are rushed and we get the cut scenes afterward only as a storyboard(I also tend to like the concept art more than the official art)

But enough of me ranting and more into me getting into what I think/want to happen to Brozone when the band split up

(I choose to call it their solo career)

John Dory(19):

Seeing John Dory's entrance attitude and smugness truly made me think yeah this guy is definitely full of himself and in major denial about some things and what really confirmed my suspicion was when he said "I was the oldest I had no choice but to lead!"

So for his solo career, I thought maybe he did some odd job like bounty hunting, or perhaps he played hero with a small town with a small population of trolls or some other anthropomorphic species. Of course, anyone he would save or any group of bounty hunters he'd join didn't like him because he enjoyed taking control of the situation so much or bossing everyone around. He never liked being alone but he kept driving people away, so eventually he knew solitude was his best option, therefore living in Ronda alone in a forest. He did feel regret for driving his brothers away but only because he knew he was more familiar with bossing them around than some random strangers he'd just met. He kept the mindset of "Why should I feel bad when they're the ungrateful ones!" and "All I've ever done was look out for them, and I stepped up when Mom and Dad died!" after those thoughts he couldn't help but think "What are you doing John Dory?"

Spruce/Bruce(17):

I thought it would be funny if almost everyone at his little restaurant on Vacay Island or should I say Brandy's restaurant...well her dads knew who "Bruce' really was except Brandy. I like to think Bruce went to vacay island because either his therapist or himself thought he should relax more so he went on a "vacation". He chilled out, gained a little bit of weight making him lose his six-pack, and most importantly tried to win the heart of Brandy because she seemed to be the only one not falling for his charm. Brandy played a tsundere type of approach when it came to all his advances on her, but then it all came to a game of volleyball as Bruce's way of showing his dedication to her, of course some of the other players used his small stature against him and he was getting his butt handed to him. He was only able to score a single point (IDEK how volleyball works) and the way he leapt into the air had Brandy star struck, the that that was holding his hair back snapped and he used nothing but shear will power to spike the ball. I mean sure Bruce lost but did he really? He got the girl in the end so it's all that counts right?

Clay(16):

(So I don't really have much for clay because I used most of my ADHD superpowers on the other guys and there's not too much I can go on from the movie)

Now Clay just looked around for jobs, it was retail, then tried working at some corporate building but it all didn't exactly work out because none of his co-workers took him seriously. Feeling out of options Clay walked aimlessly eventually finding Viva and the Putt-putt trolls, at the time imagined them looking more post-apocalyptic and slightly barbaric and frankly chaotic, Viva needed drastic help because she was just a little kid like Clay. Clay offered to help her mainly because he has a tiny bit of OCD (Saying this because of how grumpy he looked when John Dory went off and did his own thing and him practicing and worrying before Brozone performance.) and Viva thought/thinks so highly of him and thought of him as serious which is all Clay ever wanted so he just felt at home...and may or may not have developed feelings for her in the long run. Still, hey I've already got into a Romance segment.

I'm going to leave this here and not do Floyd because I'll talk about his little solo career journey in an OC ramble. (I have no shame.)

Thanks for reading have a lovely day!

#trolls 3 #trolls #trolls band together #brozone #trolls clay #john dory #trolls bruce #trolls spruce #Bro-zone solo career

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ashbye · 21 hours

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Fashion Show

-Look y'all I know I've been gone but I had a vision ok it came to me while I was doing yard work and I had to so enjoy. There's plot guys 🤚😔

Summary: While on a run you find something that would be the perfect surprise for Daryl. You show him and are very happy with the outcome.

-It's smutty oops 18+ 🤭 and not beta read. There's swearing so prepare yourselves. I HATE THE WORD PANTIES SO IM NOT WRITING IT! Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

-Alexandria era (probably) and I am a women so its she/her (sorry)

It had been a while since you'd gone outside of the walls so you jumped at the chance to go on a run. Although you had wanted Daryl to join you he was unfortunately busy. Maggie and Michonne were joining you today so you can't complain.

After gathering the needed weapons and equipment you headed with the girls to a mall nearby that hadn't been checked thoroughly yet.

You got to the mall in record time with Michonne driving. Grabbing your machete in your hand and putting your gun in its holster, you got out of the car walking to the entrance behind Maggie.

"Why are we back here again I thought some guys had cleared it out already?" You asked turning to Michonne.

"They said there was too many walkers to get too far in do we're checking again."

You turned towards the door with a hum sound and raised your machete, walking into the mall. After scoping out the front the three of you found the mall to be almost completely empty aside from a few stray walkers that could be taken care of when you came across them.

Maggie turned to you both, "I say we split up, cover more ground."

You nodded before walking ahead as you all separated. Most stores you had looked through had been cleared out over time. There was a shirt here, a pair of socks there, but other than that it was a bit of a bust.

Until you saw a sign to a store ahead of you to your right. "No fucking way..."

You picked up the walkie talkie on your hip and called to Maggie and Michonne. "You guys are not gonna believe what I just found."

"What is it?" Michonne asked urgency in her tone.

"Either of you need any new bras?"

"Obviously, why?" Maggie was incredibly confused by now. You laughed before responding again.

"Go straight and take a right you'll find me. You need to see it to believe it." You put the walkie back after hearing Michonne say she's on her way.

You turn to the approaching footsteps and laugh. "Isn't it great? A Victoria Secret practically over flowing with unused bras and underwear!" Maggie smirked at you "You wanna find something special for Daryl huh?"

Michonne laughed at your expense but you couldn't care less because you're pretty sure you've been wearing the same bra for 2 months now.

And, duh of course you're gonna find stuff for Daryl. You're a loving girlfriend why wouldn't you get a present for him when you're on a run?

"Uh hell yeah I am! If I can find something to make me look sexy for my man of course I'm gonna take it!" You speed walk into the store with the girls following you chuckling.

You hold up a beautiful red set. It's lace would compliment her skin perfectly, you think. "Michonne, if you don't take this home for Rick, I will riot." You hold up to the girls so they can look at it.

"Oh please get that!" Maggie practically begs Michonne. "Alright I'll take it!" Michonne says with a smikr on her face after holding it up to her body.

The rest of the 'shopping spree' goes similarly, with you each holding up sheer and lace bras and panties for the others to take home and wear.

You found quite a few for yourself to surprise Daryl with later. You carefully put them in your bag with a smile.

After your escapade at Victoria Secret you all successfully grabbed every useful thing you could find and packed it into the car.

You were almost shaking with excitement when you got home, the clothes feeling like a thousand pounds in your bag.

It wasn't until everything you found that day was sorted through and put where it was supposed to be that you could go back home to Daryl. You walked through the door calling out to him that you were back. "Hey Darlin'. How was the run?" The familiar gravelly voice said from behind you.

You turned to him with a smile and placed your hands on his hips. You gave him a long kiss with a smile. "It went really well. I have a surprise for you actually." You pulled away from his face with only a few inches of space between you two.

"Surprise?" He asked with a vaguely shocked face.

You hummed with a smirk on your face. "Yeah after dinner I'll show you what your present is."

"So it's an after dinner kinda gift huh?"

You nodded before pulling away from him to hide the gifts in your bedroom. "I promise it'll be worth the wait."

It's now dark outside and Daryl is sitting on the front porch smoking a cigarette. You walk up to him and sit down, leaning your head on his shoulder with a sigh.

You sit in silence for a moment before looking up at him. "Are you ready for your surprise Dar?"

He blew smoke out of his mouth before taking the cigarette from between his lips. "Hell yeah baby." He said before grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him.

You lead him to your bedroom with a laugh excitement flowing through both of your veins. Once the door was closed behind you both you turned and gave him a searing kiss. He grabbed your hips tightly with a hum in the back of his throat.

You slowly pulled away and pushed him onto the side of the bed. "I'm gonna give you a little fashion show. How does that sound?"

He looked up at you with a slight nod before you gently slid away from him. You went to the bathroom and put on the first set you got. It was white lace with a black lace flower pattern.

You slowly cracked the door to stick out your head. "You ready?"

"Been ready Darlin'."

The door was slowly pulled away to showcase your body that you had draped across the doorframe. You smirked at him when you saw his eyes slightly widen.

"What do you think Dar?" You slowly turned you body to show him the whole thing.

"Well shit..." he was almost speechless. He wasn't sure how long he'd last. And this was only the first one!

You walked toward him and placed your hands on his shoulders. "You like it?" Your smirk had yet to wipe from your face.

"I- uh yeah ya look-" he could barely even get the words out. He could only look up and down your body with lust clouding his brain.

"I have a couple more for you to take a look at." You pulled away from him and walked back to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Daryl could barely process the fact that you even left the room.

Meanwhile, you're giggling to yourself like a schoolgirl in the bathroom at the look on his face. Once you were ready you opened the door again, looking at Daryl.

This time you're wearing a dark purple set. It had sheer lace with small lime green polka dots. "What do you think about this one? It's a little different." You said, walking up to Daryl.

"I like it." He said, eating you with his eyes like you were his last meal. You chuckled at him before doing a spin.

He nodded his head looking like his head was in the clouds. You gave his cheek a kiss with a small smile on your face. Walking backwards to the bathroom you closed the door and prepared the next one.

You walked out wearing a pale yellow lace set that had cute little bows on the front. It was less revealing but Daryl liked it just as much as the others. You could only stare as you walked up to him. Completely mesmerized with how beautiful you looked.

He wanted to worship you like a goddess. He would kneel at your altar for the rest of eternity if it meant that you would give him even a fraction of the love and elegance you grace him with everyday. You could be covered in blood and walker guts or be wearing the prettiest pale yellow lingerie he's ever seen and he would still think you're the most exquisite women he's ever seen.

"Ya're beautiful." He said, it was the only thing the connection between his brain and mouth could compute.

And you were just fine with that.

"Yeah?" You ask with a big smile on your face. He nods with a small raspy yeah that makes you chuckle. "If this one is your favorite I'll keep it on so you can make love to me or fuck me however you want."

"However I want?" He seemed almost surprised.

"However you want. We can be all slow and tender or you can fuck me so dumb I'm cock drunk. How does that sound?"

Daryl couldn't even come up with words before he stood to full height in front of you and grabbed under thighs. He turned and played you on your back, pressing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. His hands ran up and down your legs searching for a hold.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as a moan left your mouth. Your tongues pressed together and you gave him all control. Daryl moved you up so your head was on the pillow. He took off his vest and threw it to the side before movie his mouth to your neck. He left kisses and bites up the column of your throat.

Small sighs left your mouth and your hands ran up and down his chest. Your fingers started unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. You threw his shirt off to the side and it's lost to floor somewhere with his vest.

His hand made it's way up to the band of your underwear. His fingers slipped past the band and pulled it away from you skin. You yelped when Daryl let it snap back onto your skin.

His hand finally sunk past the band of your underwear and grazed your clit. You let out a sigh and brought you hand to his face to bring your lips to his. He let out a groan when you lightly bit his lip. Your leg jolted as he continued to make small circles on your clit.

You moaned again and pulled away from his lips as his fingers dipped down. "Dar please!" Left your mouth like a mantra as you gripped his shoulders and your legs pulled him closer.

"Hold on Darlin' gotta make sure ya're good and ready yeah?" His movements became faster as he felt you're pussy grip his fingers. You nod as moans leave your mouth from the feeling.

"Dar I'm gonna-" your sentence went unfinished as you felt the coil in your stomach snap. Daryl kissed you through your orgasm as your body finally relaxed. He gently slid the bottoms down your legs and onto the floor before unclipping you bra and placing it next to it. You were panting under him as his hands went to his pants. He had stripped down before you could even offer any help.

He looked in your eyes as he lined himself up with your cunt. "Ya ready baby?" You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his chest. "Yeah, yeah I'm ready." You said in a reassuring tone.

He slowly slid himself into you. "So wet baby. Taking me so good." He played his body on top of you and used his forearms to hold him over you. You sat with him for a second to get used to his size. With a nod from you he started to slowly grind his hips into yours.

Small whimpers left your mouth as his speed increased. He let out heavy breaths and groans along with his thrusts. "Fuck Dar-" you moaned as you nails dug into his back.

"I got ya baby, I got ya"

His hips got faster as you both got closer to release. Your legs locked around his hips to keep him close. "Please baby, cum inside please!" Your eyes were screwed shut tightly as Daryl's jaw hung open in pleasure.

Your pussy gripped his cock as the coil tightened for the second time tonight. "Come on Darlin' cum for me" he said to you. Your nails dragged down his back leaving angry red lines on his skin.

He let out a groan at the sting as his hips stuttered. "Holy shit Daryl!" You said as your orgasm washed over you completely. The squeezing of pussy sent Daryl over the edge as he finally let go with a loud moan. His head fell next to yours as his hips slowed, helping you ride out the wave of pleasure.

The room was quiet aside from the breaths leaving you and Daryl. He slowly pulled out of you as his cum poured out of you. He kissed your cheek and neck as his had brushed your hair out of your face. "Ya did such a good job Darlin'."

You looked up at him as you softly kissed his lips and held his face in your hand. He rolled onto his back next to you. He turned you with him so your head was on his chest.

After calming down you look up to him with tired eyes. "I love you Daryl Dixon."

He looked to you with pure love and adoration in his eyes, "I love ya too Darlin'. So much."

You layed back on his chest as you held eachother in the quiet of the night. Even though the world had practically ended, you had never felt safer and more loved than you did when you were in Daryl's arms.

#daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x you #daryl x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon smut

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dira333 · 24 hours

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diraaaa mattsun anon here!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

can i please request something seijoh 4 related for your plot bun game? dealer’s choice. go hog wild. your writing’s gonna be fantastic either way!!

hello mattsun anon! How nice of you to chime in.

This is really hard, because I don't knooooooowwwww....

"Poor Iwa-chan," Oikawa teases, "I bet you'd get a girlfriend too if you tried not looking so scary all the time."

"No no," you disagree, "the girls dig it."

Mattsun snorts. "Which ones? The First-Years just run away all the time when he comes close."

"No, they just run away when they see you," Makki says, kicking your foot with his like he's doing his own version of a low-five.

"Very funny," Iwaizumi drawls, squinting at Oikawa. "And who says I can't get a girlfriend?"

"The fact that you don't have one?"

"At least I'm not just liked for my looks."

"At least I have looks people like me for."

"Guys, guys, you're both pretty," you wave a hand in between them, "but we still need to finish this group project. I'm not letting Tatsumo be first in class this year."

"Just date him," Mattsun drawls out lazily, "isn't he totally in love with you."

You pull a face as Makki snickers. Iwaizumi and Oikawa are still lost in their bickering.

"You know I'm a girl, right?" You ask Iwaizumi on the way home, Makki and Mattun walking ahead of you, Oikawa and his girlfriend a few steps behind.

"Yeah, why?" Iwaizumi musters you under furrowed brows.

"Just checking."

"There are no more chairs," Kindaichi calls out when you enter, "shall I get some more from the basement?"

"No, that would take too long," Oikawa looks like he's been waiting on all of you for hours when it had just been a few minutes. "You can just sit on the floor."

"No way, I don't want to get a UTI," you scan the room, "anyone letting me sit in their lap?"

"I volunteer Iwaizumi," Mattsun hollers.

"Yeah, strongest thighs in all Seijoh," Makki adds and although the ace blushes slightly, he nods, shoulders squared.

"Sit down," Oikawa orders immediately, "I wanna get started. Why do team meetings always take so damn long?"

"You good?" Iwaizumi asks, his mouth next to your ear.

He sounds completely unaffected. You are going to die.

"Would you please become my girlfriend?"

You stare down at the chocolate. Tatsumo went through all the effort of drawing your name on it with colored sugar.

"Sorry, I-" There's a noise that has you look up. Iwaizumi's at the door, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Didn't want to interrupt," he says, turning away. When you reach the door he's already out of sight.

There's no use running after him now, so you turn back, rejection already sitting on your tongue.

"So?" Mattsun settles in the seat on your left. "Did you confess to Iwaizumi?"

"What did he say?" Makki asks, leaning in from your right. "He looked constipated today."

"He walked in on Tatsumo confessing to me."

"Oh." Mattsun nods. "Well, maybe now he'll realize you're a girl."

You close your eyes for a moment.

"It doesn't matter," you tell them when you open your eyes again. "I've decided that I'm not staying in Japan anyway."

"You're leaving us?" Mattsun blinks, clearly surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nod, fiddling with your fingers, "I just need... I just need to get away, you know?"

Your bags are packed and checked in, your passport sits safely in your purse and you've triple-checked that you're at the right Gate.

Nothing can go wrong now on this adventure, you're sure, even if your heart breaks a little.

But surely, on a different continent, in a different timezone, you'll find yourself. Isn't that how it always works?

Someone gets up from one of the chairs. Behind him, you spot a well-known bag, the color unmistakably Seijoh.

"Iwaizumi? What are you... Are you going to California too?"

#my writing #plotbunny game #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!!#dira.asks #hq x reader #haikyuu drabbles #ask games #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff

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writingwithciara · 2 days

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𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 ~𝓁.𝒽𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓈~

summary: luke knows he messed up

word count: 3.6k

pairing: luke hughes x reader

notes: this was kinda requested on my main blog but i put all my writing on this blog. whoever sent in the request, thank you i hope this was okay [part one here]

can you write how you'd think luke would react to reader while in a heated argument, like what would he do? would he argue back or just let you finish

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the moment y/n walked out of the apartment, luke knew he had fucked up. he never should've went to the bar and he never should've brought another girl home. especially not when the girl he wanted since he was 12 was right across the hall.

it was a stupid move on his part. and one that jack never let him forget.

y/n and luke had been best friends since they were younger but jack always viewed her as a sister. he needed her as much as she needed him and the fact that it was luke that drove her away had increased his anger.

"you've gotta be the biggest idiot i know. and i've met some doozies." jack just shook his head when luke told him. "how could you not see she loved you, luke? and not just platonically either. she thought so much more of you."

"i had no idea she loved me, jack. and trust me. if i had known, i would've told her that i love her too. she's my best friend and i need her. i know i'm an idiot but that doesn't mean i need to be reminded every 5 minutes." he checked his phone, hoping for a text or a missed call from y/n but he got nothing. he slide his phone back in his pocket and looked at his brother. "where is she staying?"

"she informed me not to tell you until she's done being mad. she doesn't want you showing up and making her feel worse. give her some time."

"okay." was all he said before retreating back to his room.

jack sighed, walked back to his own apartment and called y/n. when she picked up, jack noticed how red her eyes were.

"hey. how are you doing?"

"i've been crying all night over something as stupid as a fight with my best friend. i feel like an idiot."

"no, don't. you loved him and it was more than just a fight with your best friend. he broke your heart. you're allowed to cry."

"thanks, jack. i really appreciate you. glad i didn't lose you in this little 'divorce' between me and your brother."

"you may have been his best friend first but you're my best friend too. i will never leave. you're stuck with me for life, sweetheart."

"stop it or i'm going to actually smile."

"you know you want to." jack smirked and when he saw her giggle a little, he threw his hand up in the air in success. "yes. i love that."

"screw you. i was trying to be mad and upset."

"well sorry for killing the mood." jack chuckled.

"you didn't tell him where i was staying, did you?"

"absolutely not. you asked me not to."

"and i appreciate it, jack. you're the best and very obviously my favorite of the hughes brothers."

"i always knew i was." he smirked smugly and watched a smile appear on her face. “there’s that beautiful smile we love so much.”

“thanks, jack. you don’t even understand how much you mean to me right now.”

“i love you, y/n.” he smiled. “and luke does too. only his love is different than mine.”

“what are you talking about?”

“luke may be an idiot but he’s an idiot who’s in love. trust me on this. and if you love him too, which i know you do, you'll talk to him."

"maybe when i take some well needed time away from him." she sighed. "he doesn't deserve my presence in his life right now. not when he always puts me at the back of his mind."

"i don't blame you for being upset since you're always focused on him and making sure he's okay and taken care of. he should appreciate you more."

"try to tell him that."

"i have tried. he agrees he's an idiot and told me he didn't need to be constantly reminded of it."

"well at least he knows." y/n sighed on her end of the phone and looked off camera. "i'm gonna let you go. gotta get ready for work."

"alright. have fun. and only think about happy thoughts."

"thanks, jack." y/n smiled and hung up the phone. she looked around the room she was staying in and sighed. it wasn't her own room and it made her heart break a little bit more. she wanted nothing more than to go home but she knew it was impossible to do so with luke failing to realize what he had been doing.

before she got any deeper into thought, there was a knock on her door. she got up slowly and opened it, revealing a smiling john on the other side.

"hey. i wasn't sure what food you liked so i brought a bunch of stuff back for you."

"you didn't have to do that, john. but i appreciate it." y/n smiled and followed him to the kitchen. her eyes landed on the bags on the counter and she looked over at john. "okay, you really didn't have to do this."

"i know. but jack asked me to get you anything you needed so that's what i did. i figured you would need food but i wasn't sure which one you would be craving."

"well, i like all of this food. but for future reference, burgers are always a great choice for me." y/n smiled and grabbed the mcdonald's bag. "thanks again for letting me stay. i promise i'll be out of here as soon as i can find somewhere to live."

"you're welcome to stay here for however long you need."

"is your whole team full of sweet men?"

"basically. there's one or two guys who aren't the nicest. but it also depends on who they're around." john smiled. "are you coming to the party tonight?"

"yeah. i probably should. just because i'm mad at luke, doesn't mean i can't be there for the rest of you guys, right?"

"exactly." he smiled and they headed towards their rooms. "we should walk in together. could get luke's attention."

'i'll think about it and let you know before the party."

“alright. cool.” john smiled and walked towards his room with his own bag of food. y/n sat at the counter and started eating. no matter how hard she tried to fight it, her mind kept finding its way back to luke. she started to think more about john’s offer and decided it would probably get luke’s attention.

“hey, john? you decent in there?”

“of course. come on in.”

y/n opened the door slowly and smiled when she saw john hyper focused on a video game. “i thought about your offer...to walk into the party together.”

“oh yeah. and?”

“i say why the hell not? it’ll definitely get luke’s attention and since you’ll be there with the hottest girl, i’m sure it’ll strike some jealousy in another girl or two.”

“i hadn’t even thought about that honestly. i was only thinking about what would be best for you.” he smiled. “but that’s actually a good idea.”

“i’m full of them.” y/n smirked and headed towards the guest room to get ready. and of course, she called jack to get his opinion on what would be the best outfit to catch luke’s attention.

“it’s always going to be that red crop top you own. he always loves that on you.”

“really? i never noticed.” y/n searched through her bag to find it but came up empty handed. “i think i left it back in the apartment.”

“either that or luke took it and hid it from you because he didn’t like the attention you got from other guys.”

“i love you jack, i really do. but i don’t believe anything you’re saying.” y/n looked through her bag one more time before sighing in defeat. “jack, can you do me a favor?”

“already on my way there.” jack chuckled, causing y/n to smile. he knew her so well. jack used his spare key to let himself in. “he’s not here but i’m gonna make this quick, just in case he shows up.”

y/n waited for jack to find her the desired top and when he did, she thanked him before setting her phone on her desk and began doing her makeup.

when jack came to drop off the top, he smiled at her sympathetically. y/n found it suspicious but she brushed it off and finished getting ready.

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she and john stood outside the building together an hour later. y/n was frozen in place and john placed his hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

“we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to. hell, we don’t even have to go in together if that’ll make you feel better.”

“no. i want to do this.” she smiled and grabbed his hand, gently squeezing it. “thank you for doing this, marino.”

“anytime, kiddo.” he smiled back at her and they walked into the party together.

it didn’t take long before luke found her. and it certainly didn’t take long to see who she had arrived with.

his own teammate. a friend. someone he considered himself to be close to.

he watched as john whispered something in y/n’s ear, causing her to giggle. luke knew he shouldn't have been upset that she was smiling and he wasn't the cause of it, but he couldn't help it. he was an idiot in love.

after staring longer than he needed to, luke grabbed the nearest bottle and headed out the back door to be alone.

y/n glanced up just as luke was closing the door. her plan worked so why did she feel so bad?

"thanks for doing this for me, john. it's working."

"mhm. for both of us." he tipped his glass in the direction of the kitchen. a tall girl with red hair was waving at john and she was smiling.

"congrats, buddy. go talk to her."

"oh, i am." he smiled, downed his drink and headed over to the kitchen.

y/n watched her friend for a few seconds and once she was sure things were going good, she decided to head out the back door.

luke didn't have to look behind him to know exactly who it was when he heard the door shut softly.

"what are you doing out here all alone, luke?"

"you should know the answer to that."

"i do. but what i don't understand is why you're so mad right now. if anyone has the right to be mad, it's me." y/n leaned against the rail of the back porch, far from luke.

"why are you even here at the party? and why did you show up with marino?"

"well, for one, it's a party celebrating my friends. and two, john is just my-"

"do not say he's just your roommate."

"well he is."

"you've only been out of the apartment for less than 24 hours. how are you already settled on that decision? thought you would be back by now."

"there's a reason i'm leaving, luke."

"what's it going to take for you to come back home?"

"you know damn well why i can't, luke."

"you're gonna have to help me out. i'm a little drunk right now."

"you have no idea how it feels to love someone so much that all you do is keep them at the front of your mind. and you have no idea how it feels to have your heart ripped out by that same person because you find out they don't think of you the same way."

"elaborate."

"no, luke. i'm done with this conversation." y/n wipes her eyes and went to walk back to the house. before her hand wrapped around the knob, luke's found its way around her wrist, effectively pulling her back to face him.

"i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry for everything. for being the worst roommate. the worst friend. the worst person alive. is that what you need to hear?"

"are you only saying that because you think it's what i want to hear or because you really mean it?"

"what's the difference?"

"oh my god. goodbye luke." y/n yanked her wrist from his grip and walked back into the house. she looked around the room for john and when she found him, he was dancing with the red haired girl from before.

he was enjoying himself so y/n thought it'd be best if she left him alone. instead, she looked around for jack. he was standing alone so she approached him.

"hey. are you enjoying the party?"

"no. and i want to go home but john is occupied so i can't ask him."

"yeah it's not often he gets a girl." jack chuckled. "i can drive you home if you want."

"but you've been drinking.'

"it's actually just a pepsi. i'm the designated driver tonight." jack glanced at her. "so, would you like a ride back to john's?"

"that would be great. thanks jack." y/n smiled

"no problem." jack returned the smile and they headed out to the car.

halfway through the drive, y/n turned to look at jack. "can i actually stay at your place tonight? there's a good chance john's gonna bring that girl home and i don't want to hear them."

"you know you don't even have to ask." jack smiled and changed course, heading to his apartment instead. the only downside to staying with jack for the night was that her own apartment with luke was just downstairs, meaning there was a good chance she'd run into him in the building.

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y/n was wide awake at 4am when the guest bedroom door opened. assuming it was jack, she opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she heard his voice.

"jack, are you awake? i really need to talk to someone."

y/n stiffened and pretended to be asleep when luke sat at the end of the bed. he must've thought this was jack's room.

"i messed up, jack. i really messed up. y/n is the most perfect person i've ever met and i let her down. i shouldn't have been such an asshole to her. man, i love her so much but how am i supposed to tell her when she's upset with me?" luke sniffled and shifted a little. "i don't know how to explain to her that she's always on my mind. always at the front of my mind. never the back of it. the other night was a mistake. and so was tonight. oh god. i wanted to kiss her when i saw her at the party. but she hates me and she would've rejected me immediately. how am i supposed to get over someone who means the absolute world to me? someone who i never ever stop thinking about. someone who i've loved since i was 12 years old. my favorite person in the whole world."

y/n looked at his back and watched as it shook slightly. she wanted to tell him that he wasn't talking to jack and that she forgave him, but the words weren't coming out.

"if you happen to talk to her, can you tell her please? i would do it but she really hates me so i'm gonna give her some space." luke stood up and headed for the door. "thanks, by the way. you're a really good brother."

y/n watched as luke closed the door and listened as he stumbled out of the apartment.

"oh god. what am i going to do now?" y/n rubbed her eyes and sat up straight. she climbed out of bed and went across the hall to jack's room. "jack, are you awake?"

"yeah. come in." jack was sitting up in bed, staring at his phone. when he saw y/n, he locked his phone and made room for her to climb in beside him. "what's keeping you up so late?"

"your brother just came into the room and poured his heart out to me, thinking it was you. i want to forgive him so bad but i don't know what to say to him."

"i love you both but the two of you really need to get over this thing. you both love each other, obviously. so even though he was a jerk to you, isn't it worth it if you truly love him?"

"it might be. but he was crying and i don't want to make him feel embarrassed by acknowledging that i heard him cry."

"you do what you have to do. i'm here for support either way, you know that."

"i do. and i appreciate it jack." y/n looked at her friend and smiled. "so, when are you gonna get a girlfriend?"

"shut up and go to bed." jack chuckled and hit her with a pillow. instead of heading back to the guest room, y/n fell asleep in jack's bed. it was not a new occurrence for either of them.

the next morning, y/n received a text from john, apologizing for ditching her and for what she might have heard coming from his room. she assured him it was fine and that she had stayed with jack last night, to which he was relieved.

y/n looked at the other side of the bed and for the first time, noticed jack wasn't in the bed. she checked the time.

9:45am

"i wonder where he went." she thought out loud before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and walking out of the room. the moment she walked into the hallway, she was hit with the sensational smell of waffles and coffee.

"good morning." jack greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

"good morning. what's all this?"

"figured you'd want some breakfast after what happened last night. you know, to cheer you up."

"you're amazing, jack. i love you." y/n smiled and sat down at the counter.

"i love you too." he served her a small stack of waffles and put some on a plate for himself. "don't hate me but luke is coming over in about an hour."

"oh. what for?"

"he called me and wanted to come over to talk to me abot what he confessed last night. so, if you want, you can stay and have that chat with him instead."

"thanks. i think that would be good." y/n smiled and the two of them finished eating breakfast. as y/n finished washing the plates, there was a knock at the door. she could hear him before she saw him.

"jack, i'm an idiot." were the first words out of luke's mouth.

"i agree. what for this time?"

"were you awake when i came into your room last night? did you hear anything i said?"

"yeah, about that." jack took a step back and let his brother walk into the kitchen. "i think you two need to talk."

jack hurried out of the apartment as fast as he could, not leaving luke any time to argue about the situation. instead, he just avoided all eye contact.

"i heard what you said last night, luke. and i-"

"oh great. so why didn't you say anything?"

"i didn't want to speak and scare you off. i wanted to listen to what you had to say. and when you were done, i went to say something but you got up and left." y/n put the last dish away and looked over at luke. "but believe me when i say that when i saw you were crying, i wanted to wrap you up in a warm hug and let you know that i forgive you. but again, i didn't want to scare you away."

"i wasn't crying." luke shifted awkwardly and leaned against the opposite counter.

"luke, i know you better than you think i do. and it's okay to talk to me about how you're feeling. you're my best friend."

"still? even after i forgot about you?"

"yes, even after all that. because the love i have for you is greater than the anger i can hold. so the love outweighs it all."

"you love me?"

"yeah. crazy, ain't it?"

"would you believe me if i told you i've loved you since we were 12?" he chuckled. "oh wait. you heard me last night. i'm an idiot. how could i mix up the two rooms? more importantly, how could i think i was talking to jack when all i could smell was your perfume? i must've been really out of it."

“it’s okay. it tends to happen, lukey.” she used his nickname and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when he heard it. to him, it felt like he hadn’t heard it in years.

“i appreciate it. and i appreciate you not judging me for getting emotional last night.”

“one, men are allowed to show their emotions without fear. and two, i would never judge you. you know that.”

“i know. but if you wanted to, i wouldn’t blame you. i’m an idiot.”

“i agree.” y/n smiled. “but again, it’s okay. nobody’s perfect. and hey, we can be idiots together.”

“please tell me you mean that.” luke looked down at y/n and smiled hopefully.

she grabbed the sides of his face and brought him down to her level. “i meant every damn word, lukey.”

and before he could respond, she kissed him. she kissed him with passion and she kissed him with anger. but most importantly, she kissed him with all the love she had ever felt before.

as she pulled away slowly, luke couldn’t help the smile that etched itself onto his face. the girl he’s loved since he was 12 finally loved him back.

“so will you please come home now?”

“you are my home, lukey. and there’s no other place i’d rather be.”

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banjjjangg · 10 hours

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HELLOO i saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you could maybe do an enemies to lovers fic with kazuha or wanderer? fluff ofcourse

thankyou and i hope you have a nice day hehehe

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Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader

— Genres: Oneshot + smau, modern au, highschool au, academic rivals, enemies to lovers, forced proximity(?), banter, fluff, crack.

— Sypnosis: It's tough having to constantly fight for the top place with someone as annoying as Scaramouche, your arch nemesis. But bad luck struck the both of you and you're suddenly partnered with him for a project.

Now Playing: Not Another Song About Love by Hollywood Ending. (I had a gacha phase)

Notes: timestamps don't matter, swearing

A/n: first request!! I hope this is what you wanted and have a nice day too anon (^o^)! (p.s. I'm sorry this took so long 😭)

To say that you're just rivals would be an understatement.

You and Scaramouche have always been on eachother's throats since freshman year. Why, you ask? Well you're always neck and neck when it comes to so many things, like grades, debate competitions, leader roles, higher position in the student council, and even popularity amongst students and teachers.

Your feud started when he openly insulted you. You see, competing for the top was one thing, insulting someone that you don't even know that much was another. The moment he started saying stuff like "who? Y/n? Tsk, that girl is only good at academics. In anything outside that, she's nothing." you knew you'll forever hate his guts. I mean, who is he to know what you're good at or not good at? He's barely even your acquaintance! You were just eachother schoolmates yet he has the nerve to say those thing to you? How revolting! You thought.

Oh but isn't this just a silly little competition? Well, not for the two of you. It has come to the point that you'd just openly curse and send middle fingers to eachother (without the teachers noticing of course).

This is why you were horrified to hear your teacher say that your partner for a huge project accumulating 20% of your grade would be him. You turned around and glanced at his table in the corner of the room and you can tell that he didn't like what he just heard either.

"But wouldn't pairing the two smartest people in class be unfair?" your seatmate whispered to you. Atleast you and Scaramouche weren't the only ones unhappy with this pairing. But did anyone object the teacher? Of course not. Unfortunately, your science teacher was very strict, and saying just one word wrong would be a one-way ticket to detention.

The class ended and now you were forced to accept the reality that you're supposed to work with Scaramouche for 20% of your grade. You notice him approach you with a small ripped up paper in his hand.

"For the girl who got 79 on math" he said, smirking, while reaching the paper in front of you.

"It's because my calculator broke, nerd." you spat back as you harshly grab the paper in his hand. You immediately went on your way out of the classroom.

What was on the paper? His number.

Day one.

You made your way to the door as soon as you hear your doorbell ring. You swiftly unlocked and opened it to see Scaramouche standing there with his backpack in hand. Before you could say anything to him, he walked past you and went inside your apartment. He placed his backpack on the couch as he sat on it himself.

"Rude." you whispered, likely to yourself.

"I heard that." he said while glaring at you.

"Good." you added, rolling your eyes as you sat on the small couch right infront of the bigger couch that he's sitting in.

The first day of working on the project was a mess. There were a lot of disagreements and arguments that happened but in the end, the two of you finally got to agree on something to work on involving the project.

Day two.

Thankfully, day two of working on the project was a lot more 'calmer' than day one. Yes, there were still disagreements but there were also agreements or at least more than the first day. For the sake of the project the both of you learned to somehow tolerate eachother.

Day three.

Once you heard your doorbell ring, you immediately went to unlock and open the door. It was Scaramouche of course, the two of you were still working on a project after all. But something seemed off about him, you can't pinpoint it, maybe it's because of his skin that's paler than usual? Or his expression that seemed tired or exhausted? You decide to shrug it off, it was none of your business.

There was still no greeting and he just went straight into your apartment to the couch where he usually sat on. You didn't comment anything because by now you were used to it.

You sat on the smaller couch right infront of the one he's sitting on. You were grabbing some materials on your backpack when suddenly—

*Cough* *cough* *cough*

You looked up from what you were doing and stared at him. He was covering his mouth with his hands, so this was what felt off.

"What?" he was glaring at you like you did something weird.

"Are you sick?"

"Is it not normal to cough every now and then?"

"It's not just that... You look..pale"

"It's none of your business" His response obviously annoyed you as you roll your eyes and continued what you were doing. He was right, it is none of your business.

But the thing is while you were working on the project he would cough, a lot, and you were getting annoyed and even concerned at what was happening to him. Once you've decided that enough is enough, you stood up and made your way to the cabinet where you keep various over the counter medicine incase you needed them. You grabbed the ones for cough and made your way back to the living room.

You reached your hand with the medicine for him to grab. He looked at it then looked at you with a 'what the fuck is this?' type of look.

"Take it, I'm being nice here." you said, insisting that he grab the medicine in your hands.

"Stop that." he said as he looks at you with suspicion.

"Stop what?"

"Being nice to me."

"Am I not allowed to be a decent human being now?"

"You're supposed to hate me." you scoff at what he just said.

You grabbed his hand and placed the medicine on top of his palm. "Literally just take the medicine." you insisted once again before going back to sit on the couch you were sitting on.

The day continued as it normally would, his coughs thankfully lessened but his annoying antics also lessened, you wouldn't complain though.

Day four.

This day is a bit different, because Scaramouche has been oddly nice to you. No, I don't mean that he suddenly turned overly kind, I meant the small things that he normally wouldn't do like instead of telling you to "do it yourself" whenever you ask him to pass you something or do something for you, he actually does it now. You've also noticed that he seemed less annoyed at you or at least lesser than usual.

Overall, it made him less annoying so it made things easier for the both of you. You've also taken it upon yourself to not be as annoyed at him as you usually would. All this lead to the two of you actually having a casual conversation intead of the usual "I'm only talking to you because of this stupid project" type of interactions. It was so odd and fascinating to the extent that at some point the two of you would make genuine jokes instead of sarcastic remarks. But of course it all ended with the "dang I'm supposed to hate you" realization.

But hey, maybe Scaramouche isn't that bad after all.

Day five.

The day of the presentation, the two you were sitting on your usual seats in class while waiting for the teacher, meanwhile, all your other classmates were double checking their projects. You heard your phones notification so you grabbed it from your pocket, it was a message from scaramouche, you turned around and glanced at him just to him on his phone while typing something.

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What are your top favorite fairy tales? Either classic literarily stories, adaptations of literary fairy tales, wholly modern fairy tales, or even just stories that you think are structured like fairy tales. (Roald Dahl books, Studio Ghibli movies, even Shrek and Puss in Boots movies, etc.)

That is an unfathomably vast genre of fiction to try and condense into a ranked numbered list. I think... I think that may be impossible to actually answer as requested. But I can ramble about some of my favorites I suppose.

Let's do this sorta like the Oscars and divide things into categories.

Category 1: The Heavy Hitters

Some fairy tales are significantly more famous than others, so this category is for them: the heavy hitters, the classic fairy tales that are most well known, as defined by my own nebulous perception of which fairy tales are more popular than others.

Of the heavy hitters, my favorites are Little Red Riding Hood and Jack and the Beanstalk. Little Red Riding Hood is such a spooky story no matter which telling you're looking at, and has contributed a lot to both the fantasy and horror genres thanks to its simple yet evocative premise and visuals. Jack and the Beanstalk, meanwhile, is just a really solid story of a trickster fool, which is one of my favorite archetypes in all of fiction. Love a good trickster fool.

Category 2: The Obscurities

As I said, this ask is covering a HUGE amount of fiction in its topic, especially since the border between a fairy tale and, like, ANY folklore isn't really well-defined (not in a way anyone can agree too, anyway). But there are a lot of obscure folktales I love that are at least sometimes lumped in as fairy tales, and I'm gonna list them here:

The Lambton Worm - a classic tale of dragon-slaying and getting fucked over by prophecies

The Lindworm Prince - queen can't concieve and consults a witch, ignores witch's directions, gives birth to human baby and dragon baby. Dragon baby grows up and demands a wife before human baby can get his, and a clever girl decides this is her chance to get rewarded for monster fucking.

Maud and the Dragon of Mordiford - the story of a girl who adopts a dragon only for it to end tragically, which inspired one of the novels I'm gonna write one of these days

Tam Lin - the story of a woman who wanted that elf dick and wasn't afraid to do some weird shit to get it

Biancabella and Samaritana - a story about a girl and her sister who is a snake because her mother had trouble concieving

King Odd - a story about an odd king who's actually an exiled fairy queen in disguise, and the man who wins her heart after surviving her attempt to execute him. It's like a Nordic medieval Tenchi Muyo.

You've probably noticed some themes about my favorites right now - lots of stories with dragons, people being transformed into monsters, and heroes who are into that monster shit.

Category 3: Archetypal Pieces

Ok, so for this I'm going to focus less on individual folktales and more on recurring plotlines, character types, and story beats, which you begin to notice the more you read up on Fairy Tales in part because many of the more obscure ones take beats from ones you're probably more familiar with and mix them together in new ways. So, my favorite plot beats in fairy tales:

Any sort of monster, obviously

The villain who literally removed their heart out of fear of being vulnerable

The baleful polymorph (i.e. a human who inhabits a beast/monster body against their will)

Monsterfucker protagonists

Trickster Fool protagonists

Disobedient Girls (examples: Little Red, Goldilocks), though I don't like how this archetype is treated

You want to have a baby and seek a witch and she gives you VERY SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS which you ignore because you really want this baby and oops you've got twins and one of them is some sort of monster good job asshole

The hero helps three (or more) people/creatures in need, and when shit hits the fan, they return the favor

Category 4: Modern(ish) Adaptations

Our penultimate category focuses on adaptations of fairy tales from, like, the 1900's on - anything made in a century I've lived in part of, basically. These arguably shouldn't be divided from "normal" fairy tales, but my brain regards them differently than, like, Victorian era fairy tale retellings, because hey, I lived in the age of these, more or less. They're "modern" for whatever nebulous definition of that word my brain's decided on.

And there's a lot for me to put in this category. Sleeping Beauty might be my favorite of Disney's fairy tale retellings, though Beauty and the Beast is a strong competitor for that role (and maybe Mulan, if we count its source material as a fairy tale, but I'm not sure we can). I think overall I like Sleeping Beauty's more stylized animation and character designs as well as its less conventional story-telling structure a bit more than B&B's, but Beauty and the Beast is still gorgeous and kind of perfectly scripted, so it's a tough competition.

My alltime favorite adaptation of fairy tales, though, would be Jim Henson's The Storyteller:

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Using the magic of 1980's muppeteering, it adapts several fairy tales, many of which are more on the obscure side, and sometimes mashes a few different ones together to make sure each episode has a good three act structure. It's wonderful and fully captures the weirdness of fairy tales, while also having a lot of heart - The Heartless Giant is my favorite of the whole series.

Category 5: Works Inspired By Fairy Tales

I almost lumped the following stories into the above category, but while the division is, again, purely in my mind, there's something different about modern works that claim to adapt fairy tales 1:1 and ones that take fairy tale characters or concepts and throw them in entirely new tales with different directions, so that's what our final category will be.

I've gushed about Puss In Boots: The Last Wish enough that I don't think it'd surprise anyone that it would end up here - the same goes with the works of Rankin Bass, which is why I doubt anyone is surprised I'd put The Last Unicorn here too (technically based on a book, but it still fits the "has big fairy tale vibes despite not being based on one specific one" that I'm using to justify this category).

Pan's Labyrinth would also go in this category, with a protagonist who's both a trickster fool AND a disobedient girl, as well as a beautifully gothic take on fairy tale motifs. I'd put Company of Wolves here as well, being a very multifaceted riff on the Little Red Riding Hood story and a movie that sets both my analytical and creative parts of my brain on fire each time I want it.

I'd also put The Path, a short video game explicitly inspired by Company of Wolves, on this part of the favorites list. It's a game about, like, a DOZEN or so different takes on Red Riding Hood and her story, all with different flavors and subtext to analyze. It's unsettling but good.

Dimension 20 had a whole season focused on a horror-themed crossover of fairy tale characters called Neverafter that was fantastic, with one of the best riffs on Little Red Riding Hood I've ever seen, Puss in Boots and Pinocchio working together as con artists, and a vampire Snow White, so yeah 10/10 there, no notes.

And while I've only seen scattered bits of it, what I've seen of Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, a sequel series to Disney's Rapunzel adaptation, is pretty great, though maybe I just think Cass is hot.

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If you put an angry woman with a sword in your work of fiction I will at least stay for a few episodes to see what you do with her.

Given how much it consumed my brain in so little time, Revolutionary Girl Utena has to rank among my favorite Fairy Tale things ever - like, this is too chaotic a list to really rank things, but if I were to try, it'd at least be in the top 10. The same is true for Stephen Sondheim's Into the Woods, which in addition to being a big fun crossover between a bunch of the Heavy Hitter fairy tales, is also one of the best musicals ever written - and indeed, one of the best stage shows of all time.

Shit, where do I put A Midsummer Night's Dream? It feels like it should be here, but it predates the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson, whose works my brain categorizes as "old fairy tales" rather than "modern fairy tale retellings." Well, it'd be somewhere among these categories, being one of the best tales with fairies in it ever told.

The Princess Bride would be up high like Utena no matter what - it's one of the best works of fiction about love that we've got. Same goes with Galavant, which I consider its spiritual successor, although I think one could argue Galavant isn't specifically a fairy tale pastiche and is more just a lampooning of fantasy in general.

Oh, and The Hazards of Love, a concept album by The Decemberists, should be here too. That's the last one I can think of right now, but I'm sure I'll think of a few others later that I like enough to regret not putting on here.

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raayllum · 2 days

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The Celestial Elves & Aaravos' Plans

Going into s6, there's been two big questions at the forefront of my mind: what can we expect from the Celestial elves, and what exactly is Aaravos' plan?

I've speculated briefly on the former, so I want to clarify further what I mean when I say the latter.

Aaravos' plans, seemingly, have at least two pretty clear steps, if you will:

To be freed from his pearl prison

To get revenge on the Startouch elves for his banishment / some other wound

This was as much spelled out to us in TDP's short story, Patience, before S4's release:

I have not seen the stars in centuries. But when I see them again—when the stars are forced to look upon me, their dark brother—they will know how I have waited. And when everything they have built lies shattered, I will savor their fall from the sky. For I have been patient.

I don't think Aaravos has much of a plan beyond revenge, as the Cycle is thematically and literally unsustainable in comparison to rebuilding and the Narrative of Love. What would be left for him, after all, besides seeing his 'family' (and Xadia) suffer further for what they've done to him? And I'm not here to say that there's a secret third step or anything (though there might be).

What I want to talk about is Aaravos' Plan timeline in regards to getting what he wants.

We know that around 1,000 years ago, humans were exiled from Xadia for dark magic use. It isn't clear if Aaravos was banished before or after this event, but given that Ziard saying "one of the Great Ones" doesn't seem to immediately give away Aaravos' identity, there seem to have been a few still kicking around, although this contradicts the Midnight Star poem, which clearly indicates the Stars leaving ("Elarion, unworthy whelp, / Wept as the stars turned black the sky, / They donned their masks / They turned their backs, / And left Elarion to die") and then humans receiving dark magic ("‘till the last star / Reached from afar / His touch: a blaze, a gift, a spark / [...] Elarion, black-eyed child, / her twisted roots spread deep and far, / The humans’ might").

It is possible, of course, that the Startouch elves could've left but hadn't actually expelled / cut contact with Aaravos directly, but that gets even dicier timeline wise.

Either way, to stay on topic: there's roughly a 700-1000 years, if not more, between Aaravos' banishment from the First Elves and achieving his final aims (which we'll likely see the beginning of in late S6).

Why?

Why does this period of time in between Banishment and Revenge exist? If Aaravos is so powerful...

Even after [Zubeia] and Avizandum allied ourselves with the other Archdragons, we could not risk a direct confrontation. We had to beat Aaravos as his own game. [...] We had to conspire and plot, and deceive this deceiver so that at the exact right moment, he would lower his guard, and we could imprison him forever.

then what could've possibly existed that he couldn't just take outright? Why even make nice with the Archdragons at all, and not stay focused on using his human mages in the west? And what, why, was he using them in the first place pre-imprisonment?

A young human girl uncovered a great secret of history. A dangerous deceiver was revealed: it was one of the Great Ones, the Startouch elf, Aaravos. For a thousand years, Aaravos had been pulling invisible strings like a puppet master. Every great crisis the world faced had seemed the work of some ingenious and powerful leader, but in each case, it was secretly Aaravos, whispering in their ear.

Now, of course Aaravos just could be a sadistic bastard who enjoys messing with people (and I'm sure there's spades of that) as well as ideas of being "elegant and efficient" in that why take things by force when you can convince other people to do stuff (and take the fall) for you. But in my mind, there's one main reason to maintain secrecy around people you're trying to use or convince: you want to maintain their trust, and you want their trust because you want their Knowledge.

Additionally, the more I've thought about it, the more sure I am that Aaravos was ingredient collecting for Something before his imprisonment (300 years ago, and still a thousand years at least into his grand plan). We see two powerful figures disappear close together — Luna Tenebris, who "mysteriously died" and Queen Aditi, who vanished — and we already know Aaravos "swallowed" the latter.

We know from Viren and Claudia that dragons, particularly archdragons, are incredibly powerful. Zym, just as a baby and with the staff as a conduit, would've been enough for Viren to "transcend his moral form" and presumably let Aaravos out of the mirror permanently by... taking over Viren's body, maybe? The details are fuzzy, but the intentions and initial endgame stage (freedom) was probably plain.

Moreover, if Aaravos did need a Powerful Sun Object and a powerful Archdragon (moon? sky?) Object to get things underway, it'd also explain the choice to go to Lux Aurea to get the Sun staff and corrupt it, as that choice inadvertently led to another 'downfall' (if he and Viren hadn't gotten the staff, their army probably would've had enough time to take the Storm Spire before the dragons even arrived; they were only held off so long because the Sunfire elves were there).

Like before, with Aditi, there's also a potentially powerful Sun source in both the sun seed itself and in Sol Regem, particularly if either or both become corrupted. Zym still exists as a possible source of energy to exploit, and there could be something Moon wise with Luna Tenebris' unsuitable heir or even Rayla.

I'm also not going to pretend to have definitive answers. That said, given that everyone else has been on a perpetual chase for knowledge throughout arc S4 and S5 ("I don't even know if she's alive" / "How do you know?" / "Having knowledge isn't the same as knowing it" / "If Akiyu knows helped make it, then she must know where it is" / "To love is simply to know this...") it wouldn't surprise me if the Mystery of Aaravos is about him, yes, but also one he's been trying to 'solve' all this time.

And on the one hand, this has also already been sort of true, given that despite his powers, Aaravos genuinely seems to 1) have no clue of where he was imprisoned or 2) in what (the pearl). The idea that his powers and foresight as a Fallen Startouch elf weren't extended far enough for him to be able to go back to the 'Heavens' whenever he wanted, that the Startouch elves are somewhere currently beyond his reach... That would kind of track and explain the 1,200-1,000 year interim and Why it's taken him so long to figure certain stuff out.

If he doesn't need Objects (which might play into the lack of coercion or construction, perhaps?) or at least not entirely, then Knowledge of something he's missing may be partially the clue needed to go back Home and wreck shit up. Not needing objects per se could also explain why things that may be useful to him — like the Nova Blade, if he wants to kill his own kind; or potentially the cube (but who knows) — weren't confiscated as it were before his permanent Fall to earth.

This is where we get to the Celestial Elves.

The Celestial Elves, in spite of being a late stage addition to TDP's lore in comparison to most other elements, have always felt very purposeful. As laid out in my post above, there's some very particular choices made about them that seem Obviously intentional in a way that say, other design choices regarding the elves aren't necessarily.

For example, original concept of Aaravos featured him bald, in robes, and blindfolded, but were scrapped for being "too obvious" / on the nose, leading to a very different final design. While blindfolds in TDP don't have much of a negative association largely thanks to Lady Justice and Harrow, the idea of not being able to see clearly (hi Viren!) is absolutely a motif the series returns to over and over until it reaches fruition: "I finally see the truth."

As mentioned in my linked post, the fact that all the Celestial elves are Skywing elves feels intentional as well. Sky (freedom) in the series is the opposite to Star ('destiny') if we're just going by primals and not looping in dark magic. The choice to make the Celestial elves Skywing specifically, when they could've been any kind of elf or even a grouping of different kinds of elves living together (which we haven't seen before) is probably because their understanding of the Sky arcanum and the concept of Star magic is going to be radically different than Callum's; I wouldn't be surprised if they've partially turned their back on the idea of "nothing is pre-determined" by instead saying everything is, which is his ongoing worst fear with the possession plot line.

Then there's the fact that they are devoted to Stars, and Startouch elves have had (as far as we know) little to no contact with anyone since they all left a thousand plus years ago... except for Aaravos, who would have an interest in the Nova Blade at the very least (and maybe the Corona of the Heavens belonged to him, too). The way they're called "an ancient sect" of Skywing elves is also not a point in their favour given that outside of Ancient Draconic, everything else that's been labelled that way has been negative ("the relic staff" / "the cube is an ancient relic" / "wounds from an ancient and disturbing practice" / "Infantis sanguine. It's one of the old spells").

Furthermore, the true sight serum Viren poured in his eyes in 2x02 is also what inspired the bulk of today's thinking meta, as the season two novelization states:

He held the last of an unusual liquid that he had inherited from Kpp'Ar. The liquid was a rare serum that the Oracles of Ophidia were said to have used long before the fall of Elarion in order to see through the illusions of the world. They would harvest venom from the fangs of eyeless vipers; and it was said that the venom had to be extracted on a moonless night. All it took was a single stray beam of moonlight to taint the serum and bring out its most dangerous qualities. Instead of clearing one's illusions, a dose of tainted serum would drive a person into a permanent, irrevocable madness.

Oracles are fortune tellers, which is already very Star arcanum-y adjacent. Ophidian is derived from the Grecian root for snake, which is very dark magic-y accordingly. We know that the Oracles were ancient if they predate Elarion, and we don't know whether they were humans, elves, or both. The fact that this lore is 1) here and 2) connected to Kpp'Ar, who it seems Viren likewise 'inherited' the staff from AND who had a perfect twin box that matched the one Aaravos has in his mirror... None of it bodes well, and I think there's reasonable speculation that the Oracles had some connection to a Startouch elf at least, once upon a time, and possibly ties to the Celestial elves as well.

All of this to say is that whatever the Celestial Elves stance on Aaravos is will inform their practical role in the story, yes, but will also inform what he's been Waiting patiently for all this time, I think.

If the Celestial elves are largely against Aaravos, then them hiding themselves and hiding these powerful and dangerous objects makes sense; cloaking themselves from him would take time and effort and if he's not willing to go back to 'Heaven' without being able to kill people, then maybe he's been waiting all this time to locate the Nova Blade (which Callum is now taking him directly to; great!) or one of the quasar diamonds is his missing piece, or whatever.

This would give me more pause as 1) said info was found in like one afternoon of searching in the Great Bookery, which Aaravos presumably would've had access to and 2) the Starscraper is probably the Star Nexus if there is still one, so I'd imagine Startouch elves would know where it is. That said, Callum and Zubeia never made the mirror connection (Callum had no reason to think it was stolen, and Zubeia had no reason to think that if Viren still had it Callum wouldn't have noticed upon inheriting the mage study right away, so wires got crossed) so who knows. Sometimes story's gotta story so reality's gotta bend a bit!

If Aaravos has been looking for information and/or an object outside of the Starscraper's walls (a spell? the cube?) then the Celestial elves pivoting to being a more antagonistic force makes more sense to me. If they have no reason to hide from him, then they have significantly less reason to be narratively Opposed to him. That doesn't necessarily mean they're exclusively evil or anything (though they could be!), but I could see internal fracturing and having our one named Celestial elf, Astrid, be a contrarian force for good as things go to shit (much like how Ethari is our one Silvergrove villager because he breaks the Ghosting spell, or we spend more time with N'than because he's willing to go against drake rider traditions).

We know regardless of anything else Callum and Rayla can't just waltz in and have everything they want immediately handed to them on a silver platter without a hitch, so at best there might be a trial or two to pass (which speaks to some ambiguity about the danger Aaravos poses) and at worst, they might lure the two in with a false offer of help and security / trials only to actually just rip the floor out from under them.

Conclusion sort of

The good news is that by the end of S6 we will probably know most of these answers, excitedly enough! Given that the Merciful One has their stardust quote to Aaravos in 6x01, and that 6x09 is called Stardust, Aaravos referencing that line while he gets some of his vengeance would track accordingly (especially because know he says it at one point, thanks to the first teaser trailer).

Additionally, it's likely that since the end of S6 is the most 11th hour "worst possible things ever are happening" moment, Aaravos getting to have some of his revenge is I think a fair expectation to close out the season, and give us lots of high stakes for S7. Whatever he's been patient over, his waiting will finally be over, and the apocalypse of sorts will start, for the Stars that he's finally strong enough to 1) return to and 2) wreck havoc upon but also for everyone else, too.

But yeah - this was definitely a more rambling meta than most and I hope it got you thinking! It's hard to believe that in under two months we'll have answers to some of these questions we've been asking for so long, and I can't wait to find out what they are!

#tdp #the dragon prince #predictions #analysis series #analysis #worldbuilding #celestial elves #tdp aaravos #aaravos #pre series #deep lore dive #tdp meta

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hiskillingjar · 19 hours

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Plss write more about girlfriend to death 🙏🥺

*tig notaro voice* okay dyke

2600+ words, switching it up today, this is a post for the tops (i didn't say doms though). fem reader throughout. mommy kink in law's part. daddy kink in strade's part. par for the course, really

ren🦊

"NGH, hang on, that’s too much, TOO MUCH-!!"

Ren yowled loudly, sounding like a cat in heat as her sharp claws dug deep into your shoulders, all the while, your hips collided roughly with hers, the thick, heavy strap-on plunging deeper inside of her.

"Fuck," You growled through grit teeth, digging your own (bitten) nails into her full hips. "Put those claws away, girl, that hurts-"

"Nnn, mmph," She whimpered, pressing her face into your collarbone (her cheek bumping against your heavy collar as she did so, the electric prong pressing into your skin). "Y-You started it. You didn't even give me a warning before doing that!"

"Do you need a warning?" You asked with a huff, reaching up to push your hair out your eyes. You preferred it short, but she insisted on you growing it out (while you were still here, anyway). "Would you suck it up and let me get to it already?"

"You're so mean," Ren pouted, pulling back from your collar and letting the grip on your shoulders loosen up a little (but not much). "You know I'm the one who kidnapped you, right? Not the other way round..."

"Mmhmm, and yet," You let out a low chuckle, reaching down and taking her soft thighs in hand, shifting them up to her chest (it wasn’t a forceful gesture, you told yourself, you didn’t do the things she did). "You like it, right?"

"Mmm," She moaned softly, almost submissively, biting her lip with a sweet and coy expression, as she let herself be posed and moved around (like a toy, like a doll), dragging the filed tips of her claws down your biceps. The more she did it, the better it felt. "Y-Yeah, I guess I like it..."

"Good girl," You praised, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek. "Can I keep going or what?"

"Mmhmm," She hummed airily, shifting her hips upwards so to wrap her legs around your waist, pressing your hips together again.

With a satisfied sigh, you slid your hands underneath her ass (grabbing a plush handful while you were at it) and pulled her body even closer to yours, jerking your hips back before bucking them again, pressing the toy back inside her.

"Ahhhnnn..." She groaned sweetly as you started up a pace of shorter, deeper thrusts, getting her used to the harsher depth that you preferred. "God, it feels so deep..." She drawled, tilting her head back, exposing a scarred throat and the lovebites you had left behind on her.

"Haven't taken dick like this before, have you?" You teased with a slight smirk, dragging your lips down her cheek and to her jaw, leaving behind even more little love nips and relishing in her whines as you did so. "Too little to take it this hard, huh?"

"Nnn..." She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, no, she could take it.

"Mmhmm, I don't think so either, baby," You murmured again, trailing more kisses and bites down her neck, her heaving chest, trailing to her little breasts. "I think you can take more, can't you?"

"Fuck," She gasped needily, pushing her hands through your hair as you dragged your tongue over her nipple and latched on it with your teeth, digging them in. "Goddd, come on-"

"What was that?" You breathed hotly, glancing upwards with a raised brow. "Want more, sweetheart?"

She didn't get the opportunity to answer your question (or correct herself), before you were pulling back from her chest and caging her down, forcing the toy even deeper inside of her (how she was managing to take it all, you had no idea). To add insult to injury, you picked up the speed and force of your thrusts, too, pounding her into the mattress of the spare room’s bed.

“AHH! FUCK!”

She shrieked out brokenly again, her entire body shooting stiff as your hips met hers in an aggressive *slap* of flesh, her golden eyes wide open and her mouth slack with desperate pants, whines and shrieks.

Her toes were curling against the small of your back and her hands were clinging to your shoulders again, tethering your body close to hers as you fucked her hard.

You had no doubt that her 'My Melody' nail art would be stained with your blood after this.

But you didn't mind that.

Not when you could look at her like this.

law 🥀

"Are you okay? This isn't too much, right?"

You weren’t surprised that you had gotten Law under you, her long legs spread and her sensible skirt hiked up around her hips, after passing a joint back and forth for the last forty minutes.

You both got a little like that when you were high, after all.

Though you had been surprised when you found out that she hadn’t worn underwear to therapy that day. Law was always full of surprises, though.

"I-It's fine..." She stammered, the hands (big, long fingers, and lovely) covering her face trembling a little. "Kind of...full feeling."

"Well, yeah," You scoffed out a laugh, reaching up to push your bangs out of your sweaty face. "I have two fingers in your ass.” You gave them a little wiggle to emphasise your point, feeling the soft squish of too much lube (was there such a thing?) around your latex gloves coating her insides. “You're gonna feel like that."

"Mphh..." She pulled one of her hands down to her mouth, digging her teeth into her pointer finger, chipping black nail polish (black like yours were, she had picked it up from you).

"Are you sure you're okay, Law?” You said, pulling your fingers back a little. “We can stop if you want-"

"N-No, it's fine, I promise…” She said quite quickly, looking towards you with more life in her grey eyes than you had seen in a while. They were practically dead when you first met her…and weren’t much better now, most of the time. Your dead-eyed beauty. “I-I want to take you properly, so..."

"Okay.” You gave her a smile, reminded of the growing erection under your shorts, and eased your fingers back inside her. “Taking it slow...I can do that for you, baby."

"Mm..." She let out a little sigh, reaching forward to grab your shoulder with one hand, pulling your chest closer to hers, pulling your faces together.

You smiled a little bigger.

"How are you feeling, doll?" You purred quietly, curling your fingers around the rim of her asshole and rubbing at the bundle of nerves deep inside of her.

Doll, you called her. Was it just t-girl slang or was there a second meaning behind it, now?

"Good...it feels good." She mumbled, her voice stammering as her legs shifted downwards and curled tightly around your waist. The crotch of your shorts were pressed against the small of her back, right against her tailbone, making you ache a little more for her. "Kind of...like you're seeing and feeling every part of me, you know?"

"Yeah?" You asked with a slight giggle, pulling your fingers back a little and squeezing more lube against your latex-clad fingers. Never such a thing as too much lube. "Feeling your insides?"

"As close to a dissection as you can get without killing me," She whispered, tipping her head back, sighing at the feeling of the cool lubricant on her asshole, the gory image she had painted in her own brain.

You let out a little chuckle, tilting your head.

"You're so weird, Law," You said fondly, leaning down to press a slow kiss to her scarred thigh (so many scars). "I like how weird you are."

Her fingers tightened around your shoulder, and you could see an awkward smile through her spread fingers.

"T-Thank you," She murmured, totally earnest. You had a sense that she hadn’t heard a compliment like that before, and you were happy to give it to her.

"Ready for the third finger?"

"Yeah...yeah,” She nodded, biting her fingers again, crooked teeth digging into her skin. “Okay, I'm ready..."

You gave her thigh another quick kiss, before working a third finger inside of the tight ring of muscle, pressing them in and out at a slow pace and listening to the growing intensity behind each of Law’s whines as you did so.

"Nnnhhh..." She groaned, her tight eyelids fluttering and her head tipped back.

"All good?" You asked quietly, building up the pace, the wet *schlick* of your fingers utterly obscene in the quiet room.

"Perfect," She moaned, looking back towards you, a dark need in her grey eyes as she pressed a hand into her hair and curled it into a fist, like she was trying to tether herself to the ground. "I can't wait to feel you…” She said, shifting her backside down against the front of your shorts. “I wanna feel you..."

"Yeah?” You grinned, leaning towards her, caging her down to the bed and spreading her long body out obscenely. “You ready to be a good girl and take all of Mommy's cock, Law?"

Her eyes went wide just hearing you say that, and her asshole tightened around your fingers

"Oh my god," She let go of your shoulder and covered her face properly again, hiding her trembling lips and her flushed face.

"You really tensed up there, Law,” You said with a little titter, before slowing down the motions of your wrist and stopping your laughter. “...You like that?"

"Yeah, I like that...god,” She stammered after a moment of bashful hesitance, biting her trembling fingers again. She looked really embarrassed, like she was admitting something shameful. She had no reason to be ashamed, you thought. “Please-"

You grinned wider and let go of her thigh, reaching down to unbutton and unzip your shorts.

"Don't need to ask me again, baby. I've got you." You squeezed your cock through your tights and panties, and pressed a kiss to her heaving chest.

"Mommy's gonna take care of you~"

strade 🔨

The collar was pulled even tighter around your throat as Strade forced your body closer to hers, her hips gyrating upwards hungrily to take more of the thick, heavy toy buried deep in her cunt.

"Come on, put some fucking effort into it," She growled, pulling harder on the leash and forcing your chest down and your hips forward. "Way to live up to stereotypes, liebling."

"I'm trying," You whined, your voice tight in your throat as the ratty leather collar dug into your neck "I-I'm just not used to it-"

"I'm getting you used to it," She interrupted you, narrowing her golden eyes as she raised her hips again, pressing to the base of the harness that had been belted forcefully around your own hips, over the top of your skirt. "You think I'm going to let you get away with being a pillow princess here? No chance."

"Mph," You bit your lip, your cheeks blushing. An affectionate nickname you once wore with pride now sounded like an insult. "S-Sorry..."

"You can make it up to me by putting some effort in," She then said, giving your collar another firm yank, finally forcing your chest down against hers.

Even when she was naked and underneath you, taking a strap-on protruding from your crotch, she managed to maintain all of the power. It might have been attractive (hell, really attractive), had your shock collar not been in sight on the bedside table, waiting for the two of you to be finished so you could get back to your usual captor/captee dynamic.

"Don't get distracted," She said curtly, as she wound the leash around her wide palm and jerked your head upwards, forcing your eyes together, not letting you zone out for even a second. "You've got a job to do."

"R-Right," You stammered shyly, planting your hands on either side of her waist and trying to even out the rhythm of your thrusting, bucking forward and backward and watching intently as the toy disappeared inside her.

"Mmph," She groaned lowly at the back of her throat, keeping a firm hold of your leash as she reached up and toyed with her pierced nipple, rolling it between her fingers, her tongue between her teeth as she experimented with the sensation. "That's it, keep going like that...mmh,"

"Okay," You muttered, trying to take her encouragement as praise (it was all you really needed to get off, anyway), as you kept rocking your hips forwards and backwards against hers, feeling her sweaty flesh stick to the leather of the harness. "Is that okay?"

"That's good...very good, fraulein. Good girl," She sighed slowly, taking in an exhale through her teeth and tipping her head back, as she kept squeezing her nipple.

You found yourself licking your lips at the sight...maybe this was hot.

Or maybe you were just insane.

You found a motive to pick up the pace in her praise, though, curling your fingers into the blankets as your thrusting found a new and more intense vigour, pushing yourself so hard that the mattress was dipping in time with you.

"Ah, that's it," She groaned, as one of her thick legs slid up around your waist and pulled you closer, forcing the toy even deeper inside of her, in time with her pulling on the collar again. "That's it, you little cunt...getting eager now, are we?"

"Y-Yes," You rasped, reaching up with one hand to your collar, trying to give yourself a little space to breathe. "Mm...y-yes, I'm eager..."

"Show me how eager you are then," She replied, baring her teeth in a broad, almost excited grin. "Give me your all, girl. Schnell!"

Under her instruction, you started fucking her deeply, intently, your narrow hips slamming against hers with each desperate thrust.

She immediately groaned out loudly with pleasure, reaching up with her spare hand to pull you even closer by your collar, your chest to hers, growling mindlessly in time with each of your frantic thrusts, digging her heel into the small of your back as she was fucked, relentlessly.

She still managed to remind you of your place, in spite of her position, though.

“AH-AH-AH!” Strade cried out a pattern in deeply pleased groans, throwing her head back, exposing her throat (ready to bite, had you been a predator like she was) as her entire body went tight with pleasure. “Yes, fuck, god, yes, yes!" Her words came right from the very back of her throat, each one thick with her natural accent, and incredibly attractive. "Das ist es, you little motherfucker, right there, don’t stop!"

You heaved out your own breaths as you pounded the specific spot deep inside of her again and again, hard and fast and eager to serve her.

"Is it good, is it good?" You recited like a mantra, a prayer, as you continued to rut desperately inside of her, wide eyes staring at her blissed out expression, wanting, needing more praise. "Is it good, Strade, please-"

"Shhh," She shushed, looking at you with golden eyes, blown almost black with arousal, as she jerked your face upwards, your lips almost touching. "You're doing good, meine frau...doing such a good job for Daddy~"

You felt your own insides grow tight at her softer tone, staring at the intense look in her eyes.

"T...Thank you, Daddy," You murmured helplessly, your thighs trembling as a nervous smile came to your face. "Thank you…"

"If you get me off, I'll, ah," Her face flickered with an overwhelming pleasure, forcing her to trip on her words. It was a nice kind of vulnerability that you knew you’d never see again. "I'll repay the favour, ja?"

"Okay...okay."

"Good girl~"

#lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x mc #lawrence x reader #ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #strade btd #strade x mc #strade x reader #drabbles #qs #girlfriend to death #many prompts in one. happy pride!#did this while listening to dorian electra sophie and ag cook. i like hyperpop now

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tetitous · 1 day

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Everyone, I have done it.

So, the post about Yugo and queerness in Wakfu is a 3 parter due to my use and abuse of pictures. You'll be able to enjoy part 2 here, and dw I'll add one at the bottom too

First, I would like to preface this by saying that, while I do believe they didn’t create or write Yugo with the idea making him queer in mind, I do not think the creators made things unintentionally either. What I think they actually wanted to do with Yugo, was to have a character that felt as gender neutral as possible, in order to make him relatable to the show's originally young audience, without alienating girls or boys. A character not leaning too much one way or the other.

But as such Yugo is a character that can be read within a queer lens without that much of an effort. I know a lot of people on this site hc him as on the aro and/or ace spectrum, some degree of nonbinary and in my specific case as genderfluid bi/pan, and I'm even considering possibly intersex.

Wakfu also happens to be the kind of show that, whether intentionally or not, just finds itself to have a ton and a half of queerness in it: from simple implications to actually out queer characters, the world depicted in the show is a diverse one, in that sense and more.

That’s why I genuinely think that it's not just random readings that come from fandom's typical queering goggles, I think there are elements in the show that do help these readings, precise elements as well as elements that need a little more digging.

So here's what this post aims to do: to find those elements and compile them in as clear a way as possible. Please do take into account that I am very easily prone to reaching so if you don't see it, that's totally fine, and I may end up structuring things in very chaotic ways, but I am doing my best.

I decided to separate my writing between the gender elements and the sexuality elements, with a listing format. One element, one dash. Since I am french and don’t know much about the english translation, I’ll be illustrating everything using screenshots as reminders, and will be adding some small notes and quotes translated by myself when needed. Well then, let's get started!

The gender category, or as I'd like to call it "this could have been an email- but make it about a trans character":

Yugo's name: first, this one is 100% due to a fic I read that made me reflect on a very interesting fact: in s1ep1, when Alibert finds Grougal's message, Yugo's name is never mentioned.

During that scene, he’s only called “this child” and “that small one”

What that means, given that Yugo's name has been "Yugo" since previous lives, is that either Alibert somehow picked the right name on first try, or, more logically, that he didn't. That Yugo got called another name for some years, until he got old enough to correct them.

And you would think the argument stops there, but in s2ep12, a character gets openly deadnamed and mocked for it by literally everyone, saying "his real name is…". There is one exception to this,

Yugo, who never mocks him and says "It’s not because your parents named you… ", which is a very interesting nuance in phrasing. It implies that, while to others the name their parents chose is a "real" name, an immovable fact of life, to Yugo it is a choice made by others for them, that can be wrong, that can be changed.

Yugo's relationship with femininity (and masculinity): Have you ever noticed that the Brotherhood of the Tofu very frequently separate themselves with gendered terms? You’ll often hear Tristepin and Ruel call Amalia and Eva “the girls” and Eva and Amalia call them plus Yugo “the boys”. Prior to the OVAs Yugo only does so in one episode, s2ep21, the one episode where he's magically seduced into being aggressive towards "the girls".

“You are so strong and smart, right guys?”

“If you aren’t happy you can go with the girls!”

Prior to this, Yugo never really plays into gender roles, and after it will be mainly due to his aging process, which we will discuss.

Yugo seems to treat socially gendered activities as if they weren’t, I believe it is also noticeable with his relationship to heroism, though that one can only be inferred in contrast to Tristepin's former very strict hero/princess binary viewpoint.

(Here I would have put an exception about the OVA and him admitting he always wanted to save a princess, but given that in the most recent manga the term is used as a pet name for him I guess I’ll let that one slide)

During s1ep4, Yugo crossdresses and not only is he comfortable with that fact, not only is he the one who came up with the idea (although Amalia gave him an unconscious push), he is thriving in it.

Look at the joy on his face upon putting a bow on.

I feel the need to remind everyone Yugo is 12 during s1, an age at which young boys are definitely aware of a gender divide and typically reject girly stuff like the pest.

Back to the Boufbowl episode once more, in s1ep10, you may have noticed Ruel calling being a cheerleader “being the girls”, and while Yugo may be on the bench as a substitute, he does participate in cheerleading right in the next episode.

Two three very motivated children and their unconvinced chaperone.

Actually he is the only character in the Brotherhood of the Tofu to be a cheerleader during both Boufbowl arcs.

His outfits are also not strongly gendered, especially compared to Tristepin's chest-out s2 design or Eva and Amalia's early short skirts, his most gendered character design might be his adult-form one, and even then, when compared to Nora's, you’ll notice Yugo is only ever wearing the same thing as her with added details (royal details?) and his own color palette. My take is he’s actually meant to look like the Eliatrope goddess, with his cape reproducing her hair.

S4 teaser Yugo because we don’t have a clean pic of his s4 design, and I did my best for Nora.

Yugo's aging process as a metaphor for transness: as we all know, from the OVAs until the last quarter of s4, Yugo is a young adult trapped within a child's body. He gets mocked and infantilized on the regular, his status as king belittled. The only thing that he maintains some form of respect for is his status as a hero. And you can tell it is weighing him down. For one, this body is an obstacle to his relationship with Amalia, not just due to the eyes of others,

"I grow slowly whereas she, she became a queen, a woman...", with the implication "and I'm not a man” or “I don't pass as one"

but also due to his own degrading self-perception.

“Let’s see who’s small!”

(notice how easily he gets tickled by a simple comment on his size, how the mere notion of his body being revealed becomes reason enough for violence in s3ep7).

Yugo gets angry and violent, a lot, and more than is typically expected of him.

“I tried thinking like Yugo, I’m sure he would have preferred this to the hit-you-in-the-face method.”

“Dear little brother, I don’t know what happened to you these last few years, but I don’t recognize you anymore!”

A result of trauma, sure, but if you're like me you may have noticed how turning into an adult made him feel very… relaxed, suddenly. In a way that can be compared to the disappearance of symptoms of body dysphoria with people who go through a process of gender-affirming transition.

As an aside, his s3 design really makes him look like he's wearing a binder, in addition to the turtleneck that would hide the absence of an Adam's apple, the look is very transmasc.

That one particular art of him is what really marked me, because of the slight shade under the chest. Doesn’t mean it is a binder, just means it could look like one.

Yugo's Eliatrope hat as a metaphor: There may not seem like there is much to say, but the fact is that this hat was very mysterious for a very long time. If you were part of the fandom before the s2 finale you may have been theorizing on a forum about what was going on behind that hat (I was on the "a second pair of ears but these are shaped like cat ears" team, but still slightly unconvinced), and you knew that there wasn't anyone more curious about this than Nox.

“We may finally get to find out what you hide under your hat.

-Even my friends never forced me to tell them!”

was a very iconic line, one that definitely could remind people of the infamous "what's in your pants" question.

Well the Brotherhood was curious as well, but mostly respectful and patient with their friend.

It was clear that there was discomfort with that part of him that he refused to reveal, so much so that he probably never washed with any of his friends. When they would hang around for days, when the girls wouldn't care between each other (and neither would Eva and Pinpin between each other, wink wink), when they would all sleep together, Yugo probably would still never take it off in front of them.

Overall my point is just that inthe rare times the hat gets discussed, it just doesn't sound cis.

the Eliotropes: they're coming back in the sexuality section, dw.

But, as Yugo himself says, they are "versions" of himself. The interesting question now is "in which way?" Since they are not "past versions" of him, and since they seem to "inherit" some of his personality/physical traits, I do believe them to be an expression of his own fragmented sense of self. Some of them may be men, as a reflection of his own perception of himself as one, but then some may be women for that same reason, and well some are women, some even are canonically enby.

Character on the far left is enby and character on the far right is a woman. Obviously Echo is not an Eliotrope.

One could even go as far as considering these traits can physically express themselves only because Yugo's anatomy reflects them, and in that case we can go into not just a gender reading, but into an intersex one. Pushing further into it, Yugo, being their creator, effectively gave birth to them, and as such they call him father, but the act of giving birth itself is typically associated with the feminine, sowe could argue that Yugo’s position is both one of father and of mother.

Of course they also have physical and mental aspects that are separate from Yugo, like none of the ones we met are the same sandy blonde as Yugo is for example, but the ambiguity of the existence of the Eliotropes is and will always be a matter of "where does Yugo end and where do they begin?".

A little question mark for the road: In OVA2, as a joke, Rubilax “reveals” that Tristepin was actually a woman all along. This is a sample of everyone’s reaction:

1st, Amalia is so bi it’s insane, but that’s not my point here. Yugo’s reaction being of absolute shock, even more so than Tristepin himself always had me wondering what was going on in his head. Through a queer lens it remains just as hard to read through, so my personal take is that Yugo is amazed at how male-“passing” Pinpin is, so much so he may think “You mean to tell me I knew that guy for years and never realized he was trans too?!” I don’t know, I’d love to get some feedback on that one.

That first section was 2 pages-long without the pictures, so let’s take a tiny break and enjoy some Yugo cuteness as a breather.

Just the cutest. He doesn’t even need to try.

part 2

#wakfu #wakfu spoilers #wakfu yugo #yugo #yugo the eliatrope #lgbtq+#pride month #wakfu meta

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Alright, I need to speak to SOMEONE with more of a vast understanding of characterization than me and considering well you can piece it together why I'm saying this to you specifically there's just a little bit of signs that point to you liking DDLC I dunno Anyhow but I got into ddlc about a month ago? I think I don't really remember, could've been a month and a half but from what I've seen, the wiser fandom belief is that Monika in no way feels any real romantic attraction to the player, and is just feeling like they are due to their desire and need to be real or that she's faking her attraction but, that doesn't exactly make sense to me, yknow? because in partial matters, the reason she starts doing what she does in the events of ddlc is because she wasn't given a romance route, so that points to her, in fact, craving romantic attention but being guarded off by the fact that the game literally doesn't have a route for her so even if by the end of the game she doesn't hold that sentiment, she did start it all because she wanted to be loved which by the end of the game? I still don't think it's just a masked desire to be real, sure, that can be present, but I don't think it's the singular thing that's on her mind and whilst the idea of her love being just the desire to be real, does make a lot of sense to be honest I really don't like it being the only thing, yknow? because to her at least, she does love the player, and I don't think the desire to be real would make sense for her actions after you delete her because post deletion she does outwardly reset everything so that you can be happy with the literature club and that doesn't make sense to me if she's just craving to be real, yknow? it can be a combo of wanting to be real and loving the player, but just wanting to be real alone doesn't explain why she chooses to set back the literature club and as well as the post-deletion-full-deletion I feel like people see her as being way more emotionally distant than she is I mean, place yourself as the only "real" one in a scenario, unable to achieve what could be your only lifeline to be real you'd do the same, right? but when she deletes the club it's because of Sayori getting admin permissions due to being head of the club, and Monika seeing herself doing all she did, going again deleting the club out of a mercy because, fairly, there's no happy endings in it I think that's it I write out alot, so yknow but yeah! those are all my thoughts seeya!

i feel like calling my takes "a more vast understanding of characterisation" gives them wayyy more credit than they should lol

in my experience, the fandom is kind of split between "monika did not love the player at all" and "monika did everything for the player and no other reason". which seems to be kind of a pattern when it comes to monika's character, shes either a complete monster or she did nothing wrong, she either loves the player or doesn't, she either cares deeply for the girls or she never cared at all. shes kind of always either one end of the spectrum or the other. and personally i think trying to fit her in such black and white categories really limit what you can do with her character.

my take on the whole "does monika actually love the player?" is yeah she definitely thinks she does, and maybe she does truly as well, but also it's way more complicated.

anyway, ive spent a lot of time questioning if monika's love for the player is real and the conclusion ive reached is that i don't think I'll ever be 100% sure if its not or if it is, simply because i dont think monika herself knows. she definitely truly believes its love, the main question is can we take her belief of it at face value?

Actually @beddhead-red and I had a convo about this a whileee back in the comments of this post so id suggest looking through that as well if you want a more detailed response

#asks #ddlc #ddlc monika #character stuff

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#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #uriel orv #orv spoilers #i'm just feeling a lot of emotions about uriel today #and about chapter 188 #I'm right there with you girl i don't want this either #Hey fun fact the font i used here is Called “The Story Ends”

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what do u think Farah, Kate, Valeria’s types are, like personality wise or physically? love ur stuff so much, there isn’t enough stuff for the cod women and it is the worse💋

Hey there! I don't think they have a type per se, to them it's more important to have a good connection with someone! So I only wrote about what I think they'd like their partner to be! I didn't write about any physical appearances, though, since I think that sort of thing doesn't matter at all! The chemistry is important to them more so than anything else!

Valeria’s, Farah’s and Laswell’s type

Valeria: She’d likely be into someone who knows what they want from the get go, who can get aggressive at times but knows when to be quiet as well. Someone intelligent, who knows not to mess with her and her business too much, willing to let a lot of morally interesting things slide. Someone who can be loud at the right time, who isn’t afraid to stand up for themselves. However, I think she’d also be into someone independent. She doesn’t have a lot of time for a relationship, always out and about somewhere, so she’d want someone who can take care of themself. Someone who knows how to do house chores is also a big plus. You don’t have to worry about her doing nothing, if she wants to she can hire a maid or something, but it’s sort of domestic to her to have a partner who knows how to cook and use a vacuum cleaner. That way she won’t have to worry too much about coming home to a messy home. Her ideal partner would be up for going out with her from time to time, and wouldn't be shy in front of other people either. Someone motivated would be nice as well. Just someone willing to do things with and for her. But the most important part would be loyalty. Someone who knows that what she does is wrong, but stays with her despite it. Valeria can’t allow someone to work against her, not even someone she loves.

Farah: She’d probably like someone chipper. She’s surrounded by war and death at all times, so having someone cheerful with her, who can lift her spirits when she’s feeling down, would be ideal to her. Besides, she loves the domestic parts of life as much as the next person, so she wouldn’t mind settling down somewhere with someone, but she also wants to be with someone willing to go out with her to maybe explore the surroundings a bit. Doesn’t have to be a lot either, just watching the sunset while going on a walk with her would suffice for her. Her ideal partner would be open for most things, from cultures to just some outings. And although it’s only a small part of her, she secretly does wish for someone who’s not straight. That way she can share her experiences with someone else and not feel as alone. Someone who can show her something new almost every day would also be appreciated. Farah is a very loyal person, so she’d love for her partner to be the same. Communication is key, so someone willing to talk to her if something bothers them, regardless of what it may be, would also be nice. It would also be nice if that person could stay calm during most parts of their life and not lose hope immediately, someone who trusts that Farah will come home safe and sound to them and not freak out about every small thing.

Laswell: I think she’d be into someone calm. Someone a bit older, maybe even a few years older than her, who has seen the finer things life has to offer and who can appreciate them. Nothing would faze them and they would never raise their voice. Someone, who doesn’t need to see the world anymore, who has seen most of it. Someone stable and content. While Laswell could take care of someone, she doesn’t want someone reliant on her since she’s abroad more often than not and doesn’t have the time for someone like that always. While it would be nice if that person could speak up for themself, she doesn’t mind having to speak on their behalf from time to time. That person doesn’t have to be the next Einstein, but she’d love someone she can have sophisticated conversations with over a glass of wine. Someone willing to drink some wine with her in general would be nice. Laswell is too old to want very many complications, so she too would appreciate someone willing to say what bothers them so they can work it out together. Not everything needs to be perfect, but she’d prefer it if she could talk it out with them. Although she can splurge a little bit here and there, it’s important to her that her partner is responsible with money and doesn’t buy everything that comes to mind. She wants them to be well off, and that is, mostly, only possible if you know how to save money. She thinks butches are hot, but she’s not opposed to a cute femme either.

#cod #valeria garza #farah karim #kate laswell #I wasn't sure if I was going to write this request in the first place #I always felt bad whenever I read about a character's type and I very much was not that #and I don't want other people to feel bad because of it either #so I'm just gonna say it again: The chemistry you have with those characters is more important than fitting into their type #there's another word I'm looking for but I for the life of me can't remember it right now #anyway if you vibe with a character then by all means imagine yourself with them and don't listen to what I have to say #this was just for fun and really shouldn't make anyone feel bad #if you're the things I listed then that's great! but even if you're not the girls would still love and adore you all the same!#again these are just desirable traits for them more so than anything else! nothing to go by!#I can tell you that the girls would love you just as you are!

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