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whole-circus · 9 months

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can i please request nsfw headcanons with laughing jack and candy Pop ?? thanks youss 🫶🏻

Candy Pop and Laughing Jack NSWF hcs!

➥ Hiiii!! (pretty clown boys im drooling). Here you go! And again sorry that i kept you waiting!!!! >:(( Ofc please remember about safe sex always and things like that!!

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Candy Pop

Yeah he is big king, and I mean it, he is huge everywhere! Candy isnt human, so things like "average size" doesnt applicable to him, basic laws of nature doesnt exist either. Bold assumptions that he would be more than 10-12inches (25-30cm) when hard and he is thicc! Such a yummy dick and pretty too! Shape doesnt look human tho! Candy has couple of veins here and there, and is well trimmed (he just cares about his look so much, not like you can complain). Good luck with taking him - at least he can hit all your sweet spots easly. Absolute nightmare if you are virgin!

Candy is defintely a top! He just loves using his power and big posture against you! All that to make you feel completely under his control, relying only on him. Loves making absolute mess from you, the state when you cant even think properly and just moan needly his name while bouncing on his cock - he lives for that so much. There is no better view than his pet being obdient and good just for him! There is a small chance that he would let you dom him, but its one in a milion tbh - Candy just loves "taking care" for you too much!

Such a kinky and freaky beast pls!! Like bondage, spanking, BDSM, pet play, size kink, breeding, degradation!!! Sign him in, he is so willing to try anything and everything!! Boy has seen a lot so you wont suprise him anyways. When you two are having sex, he loves choosing risky places when you two could have been seen! Candy does have something from exhibicionist and get off so much from the thought that someone would see you both! Big on making you cry, he so so mean i swear! Doesn't let you cum without his persmission, says many mean things or maybe its becasue of pain? Can't wait to see you looking up at him with your teary eyes! Candy Pop is also rough partner, constantly grabbing and pulling your hair ust to look at him. Give him blowjob if you are brave enough! He knows that he is huge and wont fit into your tight throat, but will try to shove as much as he can!

VERY VOCAL!! He moans, screams, whimper,, just anything! Making so many sounds like his own life depends on it! Also great dirty talker, you are wet just from his voice! LOVES CALLING YOU HIS PET! Or things like slut, dumb fucktoy, and things like kitten or filthy dog..But he has his cutie patootie side too! Sweetie, cutie, pup, baby (tho he likes to use it when he mocks you)! HE ALSO LOVES WHEN YOU CALL HIM NAMES THAT EMPHASIZE HIS POWER OVER YOU!! Master and sir are his thing, but he is curious what can you come up with!

Loves positions like doggy, cowgirl (doesnt matter if reversed or not, he just want you do all the work!) and listen!! he is big and strong and stuff so he can actually hold you against the wall and just fuck you when he hold you (usually for quickies). Candy also loves taking you on the table/kitchen counter - anywhere like that! Will grind against your butt with his bulge, and be ready to be humped when you two sleep pacefully!

When it comes to aftercare..it is here but nothing too special. Will definitely praise you after sex, telling you how good did you do, helps you out with potential hurts you got during - otherwise he will just lay here with you, caressing your back and hair.

Laughing Jack

Another huge and inhuman cock..good luck! Jack is way more on lenght than thiccnes, but i assure that you wont complain when he will pound into you! Also, he is not a human, so we ignore there basic laws of nature - i would say he is around 8-10 inches (20-25cm) long when hard. Has cute little bush, one sensitive vein on the back and no, his dick isnt in black-white stripes.. Second virgin nightmare, but what is the worst thing that can happen?

Jack defnitely prefers to be dominant one, usually he is this sweet and soft kind of dom..but be aware of his more rougher side, just give him a bit of time! That dosnt mean that he won't be sub..gladly will become one just for you! Just keep in mind that he is bratty as hell, not obeying any of your command..looks like he needs good punishment to put him in line!

Romantic love making with all this cheesy stuff like candles and roses >> rough sex rawr. I will propably dissapoint you all freaks, but nothing too hardcore? Jack is pretty loving and sensual partner once you are together, so the thought of hurting you in any way (even if its for your pleasure) would put him off a bit. But he is open to trying new things, just nothing too kinky! Enjoys marking you in diffrent forms - biting, straching you with his sharp nails or just giving you hickeys, he loves that so much..! Please pull his hair - or let him do the same to you, it doesnt matter at this point! Huge on breeding, loves the though of getting you all full with his cum..(no worries, even if you cant be pregnant!). And when it comes to oral.. he is so amazing at giving it! Jack has such a long tongue, ready to reach all your sweet spots or wrap around your whole lenght! If you would be the one giving, he might be a bit scared because he knows well how big he is, so it might take him a bit convincing.

Much of a whimper..! Makes such a cute and needy noises i swear to god. Jack doesnt really moan, but it happens to scream your name while growling! Also dirty talking can be a bit awkward sometimes, but most of the times he is doing great job and keep you both away frm this uncomfy silence!

Doesnt really like degrading you, sex is more of love making for you both and he just want to show you his feelings! You end up being sweetheart, love, darling or little one - he is sucker for this cute petnames. When it comes to him, he is fine with being just Jack or other sweet petnames, but wont complain if you call him daddy!

Jack especially likes the positions when he can see your face and have easy access you every part of your body! So missionary (pls, you two holding hands when he slams into you!), cowgirl and pretty much enjoyes 69. Special place in his heart goes to normal sex during cuddles or to cockwarming!

AFTERCARE IS SO SWEET WITH HIM! Whatever you need, he will bring it up to you! He will glady cuddle with you to sleep after he made sure you are clean and hydrated, but is as much cool with just hugging you ad talk about small, silly things.

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moonrisecoeur · 1 month

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heheheheheh re6 vampirehunter!leon meeting vampire!user and he’s like so cocky and arrogant only to be absolutely ruined and submissive to vampire!user i’m giggling n twirling my hair

omg anon sorry this took so long to answer i had to wait until my brain was working again but like. wow. love this concept!! i feel like i might have seen this before i think it might have been a cai bot??? not sure but whatever the case u are so big brain

i lowkey kinda hate this but i hope u don't lol

his whole life he's been taught to kill a vampire on sight, no exceptions. they kill innocent people!! and steal their blood!! so obviously being the selfless hero that leon is, he takes up the role as a vampy hunter and tries to keep his village safe. he's killed dozens of vampires in his life, keeping his family and friends safe. he doesn't care that it's a risky profession. he has people to protect.

but when he hears rumors of a vampire living on the outskirts of town, in an abandoned building that no one dared to enter, he knew it was his job to take care of this vampire.

and yet he goes to find them and they are just absolutely not what he expected. most vampires try to be all sultry and seductive to distract him, or some become violent right away. but this one, you, just spoke to him like a regular person.

"stay where you are," he says, his silver dipped knife to your throat.

'come now, human boy. let's not good too ahead of ourselves' the last one had said to him. they taunted him, tried to seduce him.

"i don't understand why you are after me. i haven't killed a human in... hundreds of years," you say to him, letting him keep you in a vulnerable position. there's this air of arrogance to you that leon can't help but despise.

"you're a vampire."

"and yet, you humans only seem to come after me."

"i am not going to be swayed with words," he scowls, "you're a monster."

"then why haven't you killed me yet?" you tilt your head back to gaze at him, glaring to be more precise, but you weren't planning on him being so attractive. when did human men get so pretty?

he blinks, almost confused. he expected a bit more effort to get away, but it almost seemed like you knew he wouldn't.

and, for some reason he can't describe, he eventually releases you, and you immediately struggle for the knife, throwing it to the other side of the room, and within a millisecond he's underneath you, your glaring red eyes peering down at him. he's not showing it, but he's petrified.

"this is... much more comfortable," you chuckle.

"wait, shit, i'm sorry, please don't..." he stuttered. poor thing, he's actually scared.

your fangs are inches away from his neck and he seem to be begging with his eyes for you to please, oh god please have mercy on him. he looks so ripe for the taking, it would be so easy to pierce his skin with your fangs and just... just ruin him. leave his body a lifeless corpse... or potentially make him like you. that would be a perfect irony, wouldn't it? a vampire hunter being turned into a vampire? how tragic.

he can't help the sob that escapes him, "please, i- i don't want to die.." he cries.

and you know what? maybe he's doing it to get your guard down, feed your ego. i mean, he obviously knows yours is large. and yet... some part of you thinks it's not an act, that he's genuinely scared. but whatever the case, it does feed your ego.

"will you be good, human?"

he nods, desperately, afraid for his life. and when you get off of him, and offer him a hand to get back up, he doesn't know whether to be wary or grateful, or both.

your arrogance makes you... hard to get along with, but leon can tell you're much more powerful than any of the vampires he's killed in his entire life.

but he supposes you're not completely awful. you didn't kill him. you let him escape the first time, clutch his sliver knife to his chest as he ran out of your home. you eye him cautiously. something in you.... liked that human boy.

he returns again, this time to apologize. he felt the need to kill you because you were a vampire even though you weren't threatening anyone. you were oddly docile for such a scary, and insanely powerful vampire. you were truly nothing he'd seen before.

this time, though, he doesn't hold a knife to your neck, instead just nervously wandering around the place you have made your home. it's almost sad to him how lonely you must be.

in any case, even a human man trying to kill you counts as company, so you haven't been completely against his presence in your life.

plus, when you finally do end up seducing him, as he knew you would. he's incredibly pliable, somewhat nervous, and while obedience doesn't seem to come easy to him, you make it easy for him.

andddddd then u proceed to fuck his brains out until he can't do anything but lie there uselessly while you suck the blood out of his body but i digress.

you obvi try not to kill him when you take his blood but he's so yummy!! how could you not!! such a delicious little human.

#anon #resident evil #leon kennedy #sub leon kennedy #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy resident evil #sub leon kennedy smut

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lalachat · 3 months

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"And there you were..."

Author's note: "Hey... how y'all doinnnnn?"

I am so sorry for my radio silence! Life just got so busy that I unfortunately lost motivation to write. I swear to you all I looked at Chapter 8 so many times, but had no inspo and got writer's block. However, I woke up on the right side of the bed today and the cauldron said to me, "get that shit done girl!" And I did! I DID THAT THANG! Wrote my first real smut ever! Please go easy on me, writing has been difficult, but I see all of your overwhelmingly positive comments and it just fills my heart❤️ I will try my best to keep updating this story, not to the extent I was when I first started, but I promise to try to get more out. Y'all finally get to see the autumn court rumor in motion, eheheh🔥

Summary: After an eventful day of emotional turmoil, you find Lucien waiting for you in your bedroom to talk things through, bestie to bestie. However, one thing leads to another and you are stuck in the bathroom with the autumn court male as he questions you about the all known rumor...

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: profanity, potential grammatical errors, and last but not least SMUT, 18+ for this chapter, I warned you👀

Word Count: ≈ 4,809

Chapter 8: Just Like the Old Days

Chapter 8:

“So, who is buying us drinks?” Lucien asked.

“Out of all the things to say to me right now, you chose that?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“We can't have him getting the wrong orders,” he smirked as he walked over to you by the door. You rolled your eyes at his response.

“Only you could say something like that in this moment,” you paused waiting for a response from him. You hear him let out a strained breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes, no thanks to you,” you swat his bicep, but he grabs your hand before you manage to hit him. He looks at you inquisitively. You shouldn't have said that last part. It really was not his fault, but gods did it still pain you to see him and Elain.

“Y/n look,” he looks at where your hands met, “Every bone in my body wanted me to run after you-”

“Then why didn't you?!” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you aren’t going to let them.

“Because of our mate's y/n! Elain needed me for the first time in her life, and when you ran Azriel was quick to follow you... I saw two different pairs of mates needing the other! I thought it’d be best... I am sorry if I was wrong,” he said as he started to trace circles along the back of your hand.

“Lucien you are the only being I'm so close with, I needed you!” you glanced at your hands and could feel his warmth seeping through your skin.

“Well, I am here now.” He looked up into your eyes. They were full of promise and sincerity. This right here is why this male deserved the world. He has so much love for those that are important to him. Even through everything that has happened recently, he has found a way to help both you and Elain.

You hum, “I can see that now.”

“So, can I ask why you run?” He asked. You could feel yourself faltering... You could not tell him the real reason. You just wanted to back away into a corner instead of having this conversation.

“I had to get away from Elain-” you half told the truth. He does not need to know that your mind and body craves his touch when he just got Elain into his life. He also does not need to know you and Azriel were cuddled up on the floor together.

Lucien sensed your hesitancy in not really wanting to talk about it yet, so he didn't push the matter any further.

“How was Elain?” You figured you should at least ask him.

“We had a suitable time, I think? You know, I really do not know! That woman is harder to talk to than Nesta! Her vocabulary is, “please, thank you, and if you wish,” THAT IS IT! Shes so damn polite it is almost nauseating.” He said as you giggled when he tried to mimic Elain’s voice.

“Oh, you poor thing, having to act all gentlemanly. What did you two even do?” you smirked at him.

“Wipe that smirk off your face! We did nothing, I was so scared my breathing would run her off. All we did was sit on the couch as I read her poems.” He explained.

“Sounds riveting,” rolling your eyes playfully.

“I am unsure how I feel about it. She is so distant and proper with me, cozy and social with Azriel, and with you she is- what's the word I'm looking for?” He rubbed his temples.

“I think the term you're looking for is heinous bitch?” you glanced up at him.

“That works I guess,” he shrugged. “I really do not know what she was so upset about when she was kissing Azriel not too long ago. A little hypocritical, if you ask me.”

“Does she know you know they kissed?” you asked.

“I do not think so, it is for the best I keep to myself for now. I cannot go yelling at her for kissing him when you and I were up against the wall earlier.” He shrugged as you completely forgot you and him were one wrong decision away from fucking each other ruthlessly.

You grew nervous. Azriel and Elain have been together longer than your current reunion with your friend. It is possible they could have a more serious relationship than just that kiss you two saw.

“Do you think they have had sex?” you asked nervously.

“You think they have?” Lucien’s eyes were darkening. Probably from jealousy but fuck- is that attractive.

“I really cannot tell... It is always the quiet and innocent ones that are always doing things beyond belief,” you sighed. Could they really be having sex with each other?

“We should spy on them and find out.”

“You want to spy on them having sex? Y/n if you are a voyeur just say so,” he looked you over, “I always knew you had a hidden kinky side.”

“Lucien, would you sit down! That is not what I meant! I meant we should get to know about their relationship more, figure out what we are both up against. Knowing how close they have gotten can be a gauge on how much hope is left for us.” you said. You figured if Azriel’s shadows had an attachment to you there was still a glimmer of hope! Besides, Lucien and Elain obviously have a small connection from what you saw in the library.

“Ohhhh, now that makes a lot more sense,” he teased. “You do realize Elain and Azriel are also up against our strong relationship too?”

“Yeah, but they are not in love with us. So, it is not as much of an issue for them as it is for us... Also, you forget Azriel does not even know about our bond yet.”

“I really don’t understand that male at all,” Lucien grunted frustrated at him for not being smart enough to sense the bond between you two. He was the spymaster for gods sake!

“Neither do I after tonight...” you said as you walked to your dresser to pull out a nightgown. You turned around and looked at Lucien who stared back at you, clearly not getting the message you wanted to change as he clicked his tongue. Your eyes following the movement.

“You never answered my question earlier...” he mused.

“And what question was that?” you asked, confused as to what he was talking about. You walked to the bathroom attached to your room. You left the door slightly cracked so you could continue your conversation as you changed.

“About needing a certain reminder?” He sat on your bed with his elbows resting on his knees.

“You are still on about that?” Fuck, this male is really testing your rationality. Why does he have to be so alluring? You slipped off your shirt and grabbed the hem of your pants as he responded.

“Yes, I am. Sweet little Elain was curious about my ability to light the fireplace tonight.” You could hear him shuffling around slightly. You slipped out of your pants and popped your head out of the crack in the door.

“First of all, I did not plant that rumor in her head! She simply overheard it,” you said matter of factly. As you looked Lucien up and down. He was now fully sprawled out on your bed, his hair tied up in a messy bun, with his arms arrogantly folded behind his head. Shit, can this male get any more attractive?

“Uh huh, but that still does not answer the question y/n,” he quirks his head at your floating one in the doorway.

You were standing there frozen in your underwear as you tried to come up with any kind of responsible thing to say. Something to end this conversation where it is before it gets too messy. However, the sight before you of Lucien in your bed has caused you to short circuit. Memories of you, in this very bathroom, fanaticizing about the male before you as you pleasured yourself came flooding back. The images of his hands all over you as he buried himself in you, and you and him in a heated kiss against the wall earlier, shitttttt. Your face instantly heated, Lucien looks at you concerned.

“Are you okay?” He started to get up to come check on you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You watch him draw closer to you in concern, but the closer he gets the more the scent of the air starts to change. He paused and you watched him take a sharp inhale from shock. You can’t be that turned on right now, right?

His eyes darkened from it as he smirked at you, “So y/n, what do you say?”

Like you said earlier in Lucien’s apartment, fuck it. You both needed this. You both deserved to be selfish for once. You decided to slowly open the door, as the smell of you grew stronger.

“I don’t know Lu; do you think I need a reminder?” You propped yourself along the doorframe as you looked straight into his eyes as you said, “Or is it you who needs one because you forgot how to weild that power?” You tilted your head to the side as his mouth laid there agape seeing you in nothing but your skimpy choice of attire.

“Fuckkkk-” he licked his lips as he stalked towards you.

“Which one is it, Lu?” He stood right in before you and looked down upon your figure.

“If you think that I forgot how to fuck you properly you must be insane.”

Gods you forgot how tall this male was. Respectfully, you wanted to climb this man like a damn tree, and you just might.

“Then show me already,” you said.

“Always so eager,” he said as he crashed his lips into yours in a bruising kiss. His hands grab your arms and threw them over his shoulders as he picks you up effortlessly, never breaking the kiss.

You met his kiss with just as much intensity as you jumped to wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands burying themselves at the bottom of soft silky hair that fell out his bun as Lucien sat you on the bathroom counter. He broke the kiss; you immediately missed contact. He only smirks at you.

“Well, well, well... what do we have here?” he took another inhale, your scent was driving him crazy. This entire bathroom was covered in it. “Your arousal is everywhere in this bathroom, almost as if it is lingering from earlier?” He looked at you questioningly. Your face heated. Is he smelling you from your time in the bath? There is no way! The smell should’ve vanished by now, right?

“What too embarrassed to confess love?” His hand cupped your face forcing you to look at him. “You touched yourself earlier, didn’t you?”

You nodded your head; Lucien placed his hands on the counter blocking you in. His knuckles were white as he tried to keep his composure.

“You will answer when I ask you a question y/n, did you fuck yourself?” His voice was soft but authoritative.

“Yes,” you squeaked, and he hummed. The sound vibrating through your body.

“Was it in here?” He quipped.

“Yes,” you admitted, unable to do anything. Your mind was hazy from being pinned in by him. He sucked in a breath.

“And what did you think about?” His hands started tracing the curves of your hips as he glanced at your kissable lips.

“Lucien!” you whisper yelled. This made your heart flutter, having to admit something so vulnerable out loud to him.

“That’s my name doll,” as he looked at you, “Now what did you think about?” His hands started growing hot on your hips from anticipation. You sighed at the feeling.

“I-, I thought about you-” you quickly admitted. Lucien’s hands tightened on your hips as they soon became scolding hot, but you didn’t care.

“Fuck me-” he rested his forehead against yours, “What exactly did you think about?” as his right hand moved to put pressure against your clothed center. You moaned at the slight touch.

“I-,” you took a shaky breath, “I thought about what it would be like to have you touch me,” you bit your lip as you placed your hands on top his shoulders.

“Like this?” He started circling his fingers against your clothed clit, head still rested against yours watching your reaction.

“Mhmn,” was all you could muster. Fuck he wasn’t even really touching you yet and you were already about to give yourself into a release.

“Or was it like this?” He asked as his left hand left your hip to pull your underwear to the side as his other slid up and down your center.

“Gods,” you head fell back from the feeling until he ripped his hand away, you glared at him. “What the hell?!”

“You are going to answer my questions,” He glared at you as if he was just as upset to not be touching you.

You sighed, “Yes, it was just like that.”

“Good girl,” he mused as he kissed you softly, “And what else did I do to you?” His left hand cupping your cheek as his right hand teasingly slid up your folds. You hissed.

“You-” the feeling of his fingers against you was utter bliss, “fuck- I imagined your fingers inside me,” you mouth falling agape at Lucien’s teasing fingers waiting for a command on what to do.

“How many? One?” He slid his index finger inside you, you gasped as you gripped his shoulders from the pleasure. Your nails slightly digging into him.

“Two?” He added his middle finger next as a breathy moan escaped your lips. The sound going straight to his cock.

“Fuck-” you threw your head back, “s’good!” Lucien hummed in satisfaction.

“Was it three?” He added his ring finger stretching you out. His fingers are much larger than your own, making this feeling more pleasing.

“I- I don’t know how many, I just wanted them.” You said breathlessly.

“Well, you have them,” he mused back as you glanced at his lips as his words left his mouth. Your hands grabbing a fistful of his shirt to bring him into a kiss. Catching him by surprise from your neediness to have his mouth back on yours, he let out a low grown. You smirked into the kiss hearing his response to you. Your desire growing more impatient.

“Lucien, please-” you broke the kiss in need for stimulation. His hot fingers inside you made you impatient as you tried to move yourself against him.

“Please what? Use your words doll,” he said teasingly.

“Stop with the teasing and just fuck me already!” You huffed a hair that had fallen onto your face.

“Such a desperate little thing,” he said, and he fully removed his fingers before pumping them back inside you.

“Yes!” you cried out from finally getting the stimulation you wanted. No, NEEDED.

“S’good for me, fuck you feel so good baby,” Lucien mused as his fingers kept working in and out of you. His cock was begging him to be where his fingers were.

“More,” you begged.

“More what doll?” as you scratched along his back trying to get a grip of reality.

“Need you so bad,” you cried out as he kept at his pace.

“Not until you are coming undone on my fingers.”

His left hand found your bra clip and unhooked it. His fingers light as a feather but as hot as hellfire itself as he slowly slid it off your shoulders. The cold breeze instantly hardened your nipples as he tossed your bra to the floor.

“You are ethereal,” he kissed your neck as his left hand found home on one of your breasts, pinching your nipple slightly.

You traced your hands down, down, down his back. You can feel Lucien’s muscles tense at every touch. You reached the hem of his pants and slipped a pinky finger inside the elastic of his underwear and slowly traced it around to his lower abdomen. The slight tease of your finger had his eagerly hitting your soft spot effortlessly. You were writhing beneath him.

“Shit- right there Lu!” you breathed as your hands took hold of his hips bound to leave bruises.

“Fuck you are so gorgeous,” as he took your other nipple into his mouth and moaned. Your head hit the wall behind you as you were starting to reach your climax.

“Lucien,” you said breathlessly.

“I know baby, I know. Doing s’good for me,” as he nipped at your ear.

“I’m gonna-” you tried to tell him you were about to finish but your sentence fell short as you felt your release seconds away from washing over you. Lucien’s left hand found your chin and forced it down to his gaze.

“I want to watch that pretty face of yours as you cum on my fingers, yeah?” he gave you a chaste kiss. You somehow managed to nod your head despite how good Lucien was fingering you, and you locked eyes. His pupils were full blown, the beautiful russet-colored eyes you loved was gone. He looked utterly primal, and it turned you on even more than you already were. His hand hot inside your core, only adding more pleasure before you were gripping the base of his hair and clenching around him.

“That’s it, cum for me y/n,” his eyes never left yours as you came undone on his fingers. “Gods you are so fucking beautiful.”

Moans were slipping and falling from your mouth as he worked you through your high. You swore you saw stars from how hard you came around him.

As you regained your stability, you looked down to see Lucien’s hand glistening in the light peeking into the room. You smiled at him through your lashes as you pulled him back down into a kiss, but Lucien broke away.

“You have made such a mess,” he teased.

And sure enough, you looked back down to see that his pants were covered in you. Only proof of how good he finger fucked you. Your fantasy had just come to life before you. All you could do was smirk at him as you gently grabbed his wrist and sucked his fingers clean. You hummed at the taste of yourself on his fingers and Lucien watched every move you made.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him once more, letting him get a taste for himself. His tongue gliding along your bottom lip before he took it into his mouth and released it with a pop.

“Better?” You asked and he hummed.

“So sweet,” he said as he licked his lips as you unbuttoned his pants.

“Now what can we do about these?” You asked as your hands slid into the hem of his underwear and slightly tugged down. Lucien looked at you playfully as he took a step back and threw his hands up in an “I don't know” kind of way. You giggled as you slipped off the counter to help him out his pants. Your hands slowly pull them down his waist before you kneeled to pull them the rest of the way. All you can see is his pants and underwear at his ankles, you tap his ankle as a way of telling him to lift it and he does. You do the same to the other and toss them across the floor.

You slowly trail your gaze up his muscular legs to his hard cock standing proud against his lower stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of his needy swollen cock dripping with precum. Fuck, you had forgotten how big he was. If Lucien had wings, he sure as hell would have a large wingspan.

You slowly looked up at him, batting your lashes, as you grazed your fingers up, up, up his legs as you started to stand. Your hands took a slight detour to slightly touch his aching member and Lucien let out a hiss as his head fell back.

“Fucking tease,” he groaned as your fingers collected some of his pre cum and licked it off, standing back up.

“Do you want to know what else I thought about?” You said as your hands played with the bottom of his shirt.

“What else did you think about?” He cocked his head to the side completely captivated by you.

“I thought about what it would be like to have your dick inside me again,” you bit your lip seductively from the thought of it.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said as he let you pull his shirt over his head. Your eyes roaming his gods sculptured body. You had forgotten how built he was, lean muscle everywhere from all his training with swords.

“How did I fuck you y/n?” He placed his hands on your hips guiding you back to the counter and you smirked.

“Ruthlessly,” you said breathlessly, and Lucien only smirked.

“Then turn the fuck around,” he snapped as his hands spun you to face the counter. You were now staring at your reflections through the mirror above the countertop as Lucien’s hands slid your soaked underwear off you.

“Bend over,” he commanded as he popped a soft slap on your ass. You yelped in surprise as you bent over the counter.

“Always such a good girl for me,” as he softly rubbed the now pink handprint on your ass. He bent his body over yours, as he kissed your cheek. You could feel his cock pressed up against you as you slowly started to grind onto him. He pushed harder against you in response.

Lucien grabbed your chin as he said, “You remember our safe word, correct?” Placing soft kisses all over your neck.

“Yes,” you sighed into his touch, “Do you?”

“Yes, I do.” He smiled at you, as he grabbed his cock and drug his tip through your core. Fuck it felt like you were on fire.

“Lu please, I need you so bad.”

“Alright baby, you asked for it,” he smirked at you as he gave you no time before he rammed his dick straight into you. You screamed his name as both pain and pleasure ran through you from how deep he was.

“Oh my gods, you're so deep,” you moaned as he slid himself all the way out and right back in.

“You are so tight,” as his hands gripped your waist. All you could do was watch him through the mirror as he fucked you. His brows furrowed in pleasure and mouth slightly hanging open.

“Lucien faster,” you begged.

“You are going to take what I give you! Now, put your hands together on the countertop.” His dominance over you had your core clenching against him as you did as you were told.

“Fuck, you like that don't you?” Another soft smack landed on your ass, causing you to bite your lip to stop from moaning. “You like being told what to do?” you nodded.

“What did I say about using your words y/n?” he growled.

“Yes, I like it when you tell me what to do. Now please fuck me already?!” You were starting to grow impatient and were about to start rocking back onto his cock.

“Little girls who play with fire are bound to get their fingers burned,” he said as you felt a tingling sensation around your wrists. You looked down to see swirling bands of fire holding them together. Your eyes lit up in response. Lucien watched as you looked at him in utter awe.

“You can do that?”

“I can do anything you want doll, now, grab ahold of the counter.”

The fire bands were still binding your wrists together, sending warm sensations throughout your arms as you managed your best grip onto the countertop.

“Do not let go, you hear me?”

“Yes sir,” you smirked at him.

At that phrase, all restraint he had dissipated. He began thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. Your walls clenching around him from the sensation of having both fire restraints and his burning cock inside you.

“You are scorching,” you moaned out in pleasure.

“Such a slut for my heat, aren’t you baby?” he grunted out as he pounded into you from behind.

“Fuck- yes,” your knuckles grew white from gripping the counter so hard to even out Lucien’s thrusts as you looked back at him. You could see his cock going in and out of you. The sight of it had your walls fluttering around him.

Lucien moaned feeling you flutter around him, “This cunt is mine.” One of his hands left your hip as he played with your clit.

“It has always been yours. Since the day I first met you, it has been yours,” you moaned head slumping to your shoulder.

“Fuck- Y/n, I-” his finger circling your clit moved faster as his thrusts grew harder at each stroke.

“You feel s’good Lu,” you looked back into the mirror. His hair fell out of his bun and is now clinging to the sweat on his forehead. He has never looked more handsome than right now. His hair framing his face and his eyes burned into yours. You felt your core tightening around him.

“So do you sweetheart,” he moaned as his feet spread yours apart, his thrusts now hitting deeper than before.

“Oh mother, right there Lucien!” You screamed as Lucien removed his hand from your clit and grabbed a fistful of your hair craning your neck.

“You look so perfect right now,” his cock jetting ruthlessly into you.

“I’m close-” you breathed.

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock just like you did my fingers?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna- OH FUCK!” Your release had come burning through you, the bonds on your wrists tightening and growing hotter, as you looked at you and Lucien’s bodies meeting through the mirror.

“Shit- y/n you feel so fucking good,” he growled as he kept fucking you through your high. All you could do was watch Lucien with a handful of your hair coaxing you through it. Your entire body felt like it was on fire as Lucien’s thrusts grew sloppy, a sign he was close.

“I’m almost there y/n. You’re taking me so well,” all you could do was moan in response as Lucien filled your walls with his cum. Your core burning from it in a comforting way as he collapsed onto you. Both of you are out of breath and drenched in sweat. You felt the restraints on your wrists vanish as Lucien kissed you on the lips.

“Gods I’ve missed you,” he mused.

You kissed him back, “I missed you too.”

You two just sat there smiling at each other like utter idiots, enjoying this nice moment before reality sets back in. You turned around and hugged Lucien.

“How about you we clean up?” you asked as you peered up at him.

“Yes, I will run us a bath,” he smiled at you as he kissed the top of your head, “but first we need to do something about your legs.” He bellowed. You looked down to see both yours and his cum dripping down your legs. Your face grew hot from embarrassment.

As if he could read your mind he said, “Don't be embarrassed, it is rather sexy!” as he smirked at you in an all too knowing way.

“I'll go clean myself up while you run the bath,” you said.

“Alright, I will see you in a bit,” as he turned to run you both a cold bubble bath.

You left and cleaned yourself up in your room before walking back to your bathroom to find Lucien sitting on the side of the tub waiting for you.

As you walked in your nose scrunched up, “This bathroom reeks of sex now,” you laughed, and Lucien joined in at the sight of your face.

“Just like old times, huh?” he laughed.

You smiled, “Yes, just like that.” You truly did miss him all these years.

“Now how about a nice cold tubby to clean up?” he outstretched his hand to you to help you into the bath.

“Did you just say tubby?” you asked as you took his hand and let him help you in.

“Yes, do you have any issues with it,” he glared playfully.

“Nope,” you said popping the p as he climbed in after you.

“Good, now get over here and let me take care of you,” he smiled.

“m’kay,” you said as you made your way over and laid against him as he washed your hair. Both of you savoring this moment while you could.

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kittievampire · 1 year

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Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 5)

Warnings: Cursing, Mention of blood, Violence implied, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Mention of abortion, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

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Honestly, with your luck, did you really expect yourself to catch a break?

Of course not.

Your adrenaline spiked when you saw a figure hunched over Selene's crib. The speed at which you rose to your feet would have shocked you if you weren't so preoccupied with whoever was in your room. White hair was the only thing that stopped you, along with Solomon turning his head to the side so his silver eyes could better gaze at you.

"Solomon?" You muttered out quietly, as to not wake the sleeping child. "What the hell are you doing?" You demanded asked.

You only noticed the light emitting from his hand once it went out, brows furrowing in confusion.

Solomon smiled at you. "She woke up a bit cranky and was crying for about an hour, now. I was casting a sleep spell on her so that she'd not give herself a headache," He explained gently. This, however, only made the drowsy you more upset. "And if she needed a diaper change or a feeding? What the hell, Solomon, you can't just—" "I already checked for that without being too invasive, I assure you. She was just feeling a bit down," He said once more, his calm and collected voice now seeming to mock you for getting so worked up.

You looked down at your Selene who was sleeping peacefully, shifting only a little to find a more comfortable position. "I was only helping," He added, voice remaining hushed as to not wake the sleeping infant.

Still somewhat seething, you let out a small sigh. "Don't scare me like that..." You murmured out softly, stepping toward the crib and gently grasping the top of one of the cage-like sides of it. Solomon turned and walked out of the room, leaving you standing there and looking down at your baby.

You look up at the closed door that the sorcerer had just walked out of. That's when Belphegor's words had come to mind.

"Diavolo... Coming... Realm... You..."

Gasping, you placed a hand over your mouth to silence yourself before you made any loud noises that would potentially awaken the sleeping infant.

Oh, fuck.

Was Diavolo coming to the human realm?

Surely it wasn't to come searching for you, right?

He's done with you, isn't he?

And you're done with him...

Aren't you?

Once Solomon left the house, you decided that it would be best to go out with Selene again. You had a lot on your mind, and you were hoping that, while you were out, you'd be able to come up with a plan. As well as spend some time with Selene, of course. But you needed to be somewhere Solomon wasn't a constant thought.

Thus, you decided you'd go shopping for a day.

You knew of a little Outlet Mall that had your favorite stores, as well as your favorite snack stands, so you took Selene, her bottle, and her diaper bag, and made your way there.

There wasn't too big of a crowd, as it was the middle of a weekday, but there were still quite a few people walking around. Pushing Selene in her stroller, you turned and entered a clothing shop.

As soon as you walked in, you felt the slightest pinch in the back of your throat. Your tongue flattened against the bottom of your mouth and you brought the back of your hand to your lips. The familiar feeling of nausea was present, however not overwhelming.

"Nope."

You decided it'd be best to turn your happy ass around and walk the fuck outta that store. (Sorry)

You looked down at Selene, who had somehow managed to fall asleep already. The feeling of discomfort in the back of your throat, as well as slightly in your stomach disappeared for the time-being.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, you figured it may have just been a false alarm.

Solomon warned you that these feelings may not always be accurate, and the smaller the feeling, the further they are. He also explained that it may go off when a demon's miles away.

But at the same time, why the fuck were you listening to Solomon?

You cursed yourself out for being an idiot. He was your friend, yes, but a sketchy one at that. If he lied about you getting an abortion, what else could he have lied about?

After walking in and out of a few more stores, you began pushing the stroller around the outlet, trying to find a store that caught your eye.

While walking, however, your bladder started to scream at you to find the nearest bathroom. The bathroom building was far in the back, which made you curse the architects of this damn place.

Your walking increased in speed, looking down into the stroller to see Selene stirring only a little.

You made your way into the bathroom building to do your business.

Once you were done with the bathroom, you dried your hands off with some paper towels and pushed the stroller toward the door. While grasping the door handle, you feel extreme nausea overwhelm your senses.

This was intense.

You felt dizzy, you wobbled a little and you clamped your hand over your mouth. You glanced at Selene, who stirred even more. Opening the door and pushing the stroller out of the bathroom and into the empty hall of the building, you heard heavy footsteps behind you.

Stumbling, you turn your head to see an odd man walking toward you.

"You okay, little lady? Need some... Help?" He asked, a small grin forming on his face.

Gagging, you pushed the stroller forward and felt it bump into something. Looking ahead, you saw another man in front of you. He was much bigger than the man behind you, who you felt coming closer.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, your grip tightened on the stroller.

You were vulnerable.

You had a baby and you were dizzy.

You gagged again as the feeling got more intense.

That's when Selene started to cry.

You grabbed Selene, threw your foot backwards to kick the man behind you in the gut, and turned to run off.

Your vision was so blurry. You felt like you could throw up at any moment now.

Before you were out of the building, you got pinned to the wall by the significantly larger man. You felt disoriented. You were disoriented. The sound of Selena's cries was deafening.

"Listen, bitch... You..." The man stated, hands moving to your hips. He said something, but you couldn't hear. Tears streamed down your face, and Selene began to scream.

You saw the man's blurry face shift to look down at your baby. He flinched. "What the hell?!"

Selene was shifting before him. Her cries only got louder as her horns sprouted from the crown of her head.

Then, a man's screams were heard over Selena's cries. Someone appeared behind the man before you.

He was a huge blur. Both of them were.

The only thing you noticed was his hair.

Crimson,

Like the blood you saw on the wall.

"MC," A familiar voice called you.

You fell to your knees, cradling your baby close to you. "Take her..." You mumbled out to the man before you, who was trying to hold you up. "I'm going to..."

Without question, the red-head took Selene from you and held her close.

"Diavolo..." You whimpered out, falling forward.

Everything went black.

"She'll be fine," Barbatos spoke as he set a cup of tea down in front of Diavolo.

The prince had his butler assist in transporting the lot of them back to the Devildom, where he took you to his castle, and had the royal physician look over you.

He didn't speak.

Diavolo was entranced with the child in his arms. A little girl. Red hair, horns that looked identical to his, and wings that he could barely see from within the blanket she had been wrapped in, but the golden tips made it clear that those wings were his as well.

Barbatos looked down at the infant, who's golden eyes shifted around the room curiously, before meeting his. "Do you need anything, My Lord?" He asked softly, setting down a bottle of milk on the table next to the tea.

The demon prince was silent, golden eyes still peering down at the baby in his arms. The butler noticed his trembling hands. "Shall I take her from—" "No!" Diavolo replied almost immediately, looking up at Barbatos, eyes welling up with tears. He held her close to him, almost protectively.

The two sat there in silence, Diavolo slowly adjusting himself and swallowing a lump in his throat. "I... want alone time with her... Please..." He almost begged.

Barbatos smiled and nodded his head. "As you wish, My Lord." He turned and took a step toward the door, opening it before stopping and turning his head. "MC did regain consciousness for a mere moment... The physicians are working on removing whatever spell was placed on her, but... She was asking if Selene was alright." The butler said, waiting a moment before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Diavolo allowed a tear to fall, landing on the blanket his baby was lightly wrapped in and clutching to. "Selene," He whimpered out softly, bringing one hand to gently caress her cheek.

Selene reached one tiny hand up to grasp his finger, gold eyes meeting his.

She was a spitting image of him.

As more tears fell, he could feel him starting to shift from the emotional trigger. Then, she smiled at him.

Diavolo smiled back at her. "My daughter... My dearest Selene. It's me, Papa." He chuckled softly. "I wish I could've met you sooner." He said in no more than a whisper, adjusting her in his arms, causing Selene to reach up and cup his face with her tiny hands.

The demon prince closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh in bliss.

Whatever the reason you had for keeping him from his daughter didn't matter right now, he thought.

All that mattered was that Selene was here, in his arms at last.

The more she giggled, the more she smiled at him, the more she beamed, the more he thought of her as nothing short of perfection.

Diavolo had never experienced Heaven. Not once in his life, nor will he ever be able to. He could never walk nor belong among the angels, and he'd come to accept such things.

However, the love of his life had single-handedly brought to him Heaven. Even if it took a moment for him to see her, he saw her nonetheless.

Any anger toward you had subsided, at least for the moment.

It was replaced with the pure love he felt towards his child, the one he created with his beloved MC.

"No," He spoke.

"You, Selene, are what Heaven aspires to be. Everything the angels worship, reside in, and more." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I promise you, I'll try my hardest to be a part of your life."

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homielander · 1 year

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i am still extremely frustrated that "supporting rhaenyra = feminism" is the depth of the hotd writers' understanding on the subject. rhaenyra has not done a thing for other women apart from useless posturing ("when i am queen i will create a new order" and then denying baela driftmark at first opportunity) whereas alicent has actively stuck her neck out for other women -- by defending rhaenyra's claim to her father, other nobles, and even a doubtful viserys, all at the detriment of her own position; by convincing viserys that rhaenyra should be able to marry whomever she chooses; and by offering rhaenys and her granddaughters driftmark. i'm not delusional enough to label alicent a feminist but i would argue she comes much closer to being one than rhaenyra and rhaenys, who have done nothing but wallow in self-pity (actually rhaenys has done far worse) despite having a much greater capacity to enact change.

my question is, why should alicent support rhaenyra? before the time jump, alicent marrying viserys left the two estranged for years, and when they were on the verge of reconciliation, rhaenyra convinced alicent of a lie that got otto (her only remaining family member) sent away, leaving alicent alone at court without even the courtesy of a heads-up from her husband or former friend. after the time jump, rhaenyra only broached the idea of a marriage alliance as a last resort. she suggested torturing alicent's freshly-mutilated son and actively tried to implicate alicent in high treason. i can almost certainly say rhaenyra never said sorry for anything over the 10-year and 6-year time jumps considering alicent folded in like 30 seconds at the dinner when rhaenyra finally apologized and deigned to acknowledge that alicent was singlehandedly managing both the realm and viserys while she was off in dragonstone doing whatever.

(also, alicent's offences towards rhaenyra don't compare in my opinion -- the show made it pretty clear that alicent talking about the dubious parentage of rhaenyra's first three children was confined to closed doors, alicent never asked criston (and seriously, the courtyard incident is very much on harwin too) or larys to do what they did, and rhaenyra was the one to lend the bastard allegations credence by admitting them aloud in a room full of nobles at driftmark. alicent wasn't the source of those rumours by any means. "everyone knows. just look at them." of course there's the vaemond hearing but that comes after everything above ^)

all that being said, i honestly don't see why the contrived prophecy nonsense was necessary. i think alicent very well could have had an arc of personal empowerment where she decided after viserys's death to finally put her family and herself first, even if that came at the expense of rhaenyra and her claim. "have you ever imagined yourself on the iron throne" is a neat line and all, but it ignores that the only way a woman like alicent feasibly could have seized power is by putting her son (an actual claimant) forward as the successor. (after all, both f&b and hotd make it pretty clear that if not for the war, aegon would have been king in name only with alicent and otto ruling in his stead.) and we can't ignore that rhaenyra has never actually done anything to help secure other women's succession, so alicent wouldn't be making these moves to diminish women in general -- just rhaenyra.

of course you can have a conversation about how alicent working against the first female heir is a negative for women as a whole, but the point is it wouldn't be alicent's intention to work against women, just as it isn't rhaenyra's intention to work for them. i think there was a lot of potential for an interesting story here -- two women securing power only for themselves, but one operates within the system and one operates entirely outside of it -- but that obviously requires more nuance than the hotd writers were willing to allow either side. instead we get margaret thatcher effectively utilizing girlpower and the perpetual victim who's shown being sexually assaulted twice on screen as a punishment for not being able to bust out of her own prison with the dragon she doesn't have.

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imeanitplsmorenamifics · 4 months

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This is for my Nami lovers! WE HAVE BEEN STARVED FOR TOO LONG! I CAN'T LET IT GO ON ANYMORE! THE FAMINE IS OVER! I hope you all enjoy this 💞! 100%, I was giggling, kicking my feet, and grinning the whole time I wrote this 😂. You can request here, my masterlist is here, my Flower Asks are here, Hozier asks are here, and my Taylor Swift asks are here. You can find my rules for requesting here. Electric Touch: Just by touching you could she set you on fire. Characters: Nami, GN!Reader Pairing: Nami x GN!Reader TW: Nothing I can think of.

Electric Touch

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There was one thing that you would always remember. It was engrained too deep in your mind to ever get lost in the sea of memories. The first time you ever won something couldn’t beat this one memory. Even eating your first-ever dessert couldn’t top this one memory. It was a memory that always stuck around in your mind, no matter how deeply you tried to push it down.

It was supposed to be a regular day for you. You were part of a pirate crew that decided to dock at a restaurant called the Baratie. You weren’t a higher-up in the crew, just someone who cleaned up after the other crew members. You were no one important. That was all you were. Just you.

Being pushed around was something you were used to. You were bottom of the food chain, so the other crew members could tell you to do something and you had no choice but to do it. This led you to walk out to the outside bar while it was dark outside to get alcohol for your crew that was eating inside. The kitchen apparently ran out of alcohol, and they would have to get some from the bar. Your captain told them to save their time and just let you do it. You had no choice but to comply.

A sigh escaped you as you walked through the crowd of people dancing at the outside bar. If you could leave the crew, you would. You only joined because you were under the impression your position would be much more important than what you are now. The captain said he saw potential in you, essentially leading you on in order to get you to join. When you found out that none of what he said was true, you brought up leaving. Let’s say that was the last time you ever mentioned it out loud.

And then it happened.

You bumped into someone. You were approaching the bar just as someone was going to leave it. Both of you collided with each other. Thankfully, no one was injured. You were able to walk it off fairly easily, and the other person was able to do the same. At first, in your annoyance, you wanted to tell the other person off.

The other person spoke up before you could say anything, “I’m sorry about that.” It was the voice of a woman. You looked up just as she touched your shoulder to help stabilize you.

In front of you was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. She had orange hair that stopped a little above her shoulders. Mesmerizing blue eyes stared back into your (E/C) ones. It was as if time stopped in that moment. You felt butterflies in your stomach. The hand she placed on your shoulder was warming your skin, and you almost felt it buzzing. You never believed in the concept of love at first sight, but you were sure you were just now feeling that.

That feeling never went away, either. As you stood side by side with her on the Going Merry, you were talking about nothing. It was a casual conversation. Everyone had those. Things changed when, for a fraction of a second, you felt her hand graze your own. Just like the first time you met, you felt the warm, buzzing feeling. Butterflies went crazy in your stomach, and a smile graced your features.

“What is it?” She inquired with a curious glance.

You shook your head, “Nothing.” But it was everything. To you, moments like these were everything. You wanted to be like this with her for the rest of your life. You didn’t know if she felt the same way but you wanted things to work out between both of you. This woman could easily wreck your whole life or make it ten times better. Either way, you would invite her to do whatever she wanted with your life. As long as she was with you, it didn’t matter.

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idv-brainrot-go-brr · 1 year

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Hi!! So happy to see you back 🥺 May I request Naib relationship hcs both sfw and nsfw with gn reader? Tysm <3

Relationship headcanons sfw & nsfw

Character(s): Naib Subedar Content: relationship headcanons sfw & nsfw, (gn) reader

SFW

Honestly? Dating him has good and bad sides

on the plus side he is very protective, if you manage to get him to care about you this man will fight tooth and nail to keep you safe. No matter what needs to be done, he will do it without hesitation

on the downside he went to war at a very young age. Not only is he traumatized from the battlefield, from the gunshots and from losing his comrades, no, but he is also traumatized because ever since he left he hasn't seen his family once. Everything that meant something to him before he joined the army seems to far away that it might as well have been another lifetime. That child, who embraced his mother that day as he signed himself up to become a pawn for a foreign government, was no longer

anyway, back to the trauma. He has a lot of that

If you're looking for emotional maturity, he probably isn't gonna be your guy. He learned to deal with his problems himself

dealing with them in this case meaning ignoring them and trying to move on with life

spoiler alert it doesn't work very well

You need to be prepared that sometimes he will randomly become distant or quiet while he tries to get emotions under control that he can't even put into words

Maybe one day you can offer comfort and it will help somewhat, but until then all you can do is give him space

right okay back to the non-trauma episodes

I think he would just really like to be around you as much as possible. Imagine a dog. Not a golden retriever. A German shepherd, maybe.

Not overly enthusiastic on the surface level, but definitely just glad to be around

NSFW

This isn't what most people will want to hear but this man doesn't strike me as particularly much of a dom

in fact, he doesn't strike me as particularly experiences

then again, he also doesn't strike me as particularly experimental

I think it'd be hard for him to imagine that the same hands that killed so many people could potentially be able to provide gentle touches, bring pleasure to another person

You'll have to teach him

He doesn't know shit, I mean it

definitely more on the sub side of things, I'm sorry

definitely scared if he's doing it wrong but also doesn't want to ask so he'll need a lot of unprompted reassurances

praise kink

what I mean to say is that this man has a raging praise kink

has probably never heard of most terms, positions or dynamics but he is eager to learn and eager to please

also a pretty fast learner, so I doubt it'll be much of an issue

probably a fan of the cowgirl/reverse cowgirl position if he's the one to top

when he's the one to bottom, I think he'd enjoy anything as long as you look at him

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whump-cravings · 22 days

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Tortured Prince - Well Wishes

Tortured Prince AU Masterlist - TR3 Masterlist

1k | Original Work: AU of the Royal Three - Hakon and Rohisa's reaction to hearing about their brother wedding Queen Ochvlita

Content: angst

"Baltar... Baltar's alive, and he... married... Ochvlita?" Hakon echoed in disbelief.

"Hakon," Rohisa said from her seat in front of the king's desk. Still hurt and confused, he looked at her. "We have to consider the possibility that Baltar allied—"

Hakon's face cleared in understanding and just as quickly turned to anger. He stood sharply. "No," he said. "Don't even suggest it. He couldn't—he wouldn't—" Stepping away from the desk, he ran his hands over his head.

A stab of hurt and resentment shot through Rohisa, her fingers curling tightly around the cane in her lap. Why did she always have to be the voice of doubt? Wouldn't it be nice if, like Hakon, she could know that the hearts of men were so steadfast?

"Do you believe I enjoy positing this?" she snapped in a rare moment of honest ire. "I am aware of my reputation as cold-hearted, but do you think I have so little love for him? He's my baby brother, too."

Hakon stopped, his shoulders slumping. His eyes shone as he turned back to her. "I'm sorry, Rohisa. It's only... I can't fathom it. Baltar would not marry that woman of his own will."

"And I hope that's true, for the love of gods, I do," she said, chest aching. "But he vanished on the eve of our parents' assassination and only now appears months later in a public wedding to our enemy. It's..." she sighed, "too coincidental."

Rohisa had never been particularly religiously inclined, though she knew better than to publicly admit to such a thing. However, if there truly were gods above, she prayed now that her brother was in good health and conspiring against the enemy. That he had not succumbed to any mortal temptation or vice, that the Baltar she knew was the true Baltar. He surely could not have deceived them from his infancy, could he?

"Did you forget he cried for our help?" Hakon said, a tinge of accusation to his voice.

"No." Rohisa could never forget the haunting last message from their brother, one of the few clues as to what had happened. There had been some kind of struggle on the scene, and the lifeless body of an unknown man dressed in silvered noble garb. But with all potential eyewitnesses dead, it was hard to discern the truth of the matter. The message could have simply been meant to divide their energies and resources, or he could have been taken and had a change of heart, or any number of things.

"He had to have been coerced somehow," the king continued.

"How? She has nothing to hold over him." Torture could not convince someone to cooperate in such a manner, but the promise of power had swayed far more than one man in history. With two siblings ahead of him, Baltar had a slim chance of becoming king without directly eliminating the competition. Even though the Baltar she knew had never expressed any desire for such a thing.

Hakon slammed a fist on the wooden desktop. "You know I don't know!" he all but shouted. "But until we have absolute, incontrovertible proof that he is on Beor's side, I will not entertain speculation!"

Rohisa, lips pursed, fell quiet. There was little chance of getting through to him when he got like this.

Hakon braced himself against the desk, breathing heavy. Closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths, then sank into his chair with his head in his hands.

It was a long moment before he finally managed to speak. "I... your pragmatism has saved us on more than one occasion," he said, not lifting his head. "But I cannot—" He paused, a quiver of pain in his voice as it turned to no more than a whisper, "I cannot bear what you suggest."

Rohisa closed her eyes too, turning her head aside. That tender heart of his... she wished she were better able to protect it. Would that we were not in a world that requires such callousness.

Hakon slowly straightened, regaining some composure. He laid a hand on the desk, gazing at it wearily. "As always, I trust you to... ascertain the truth. We still haven't much manpower to spare, but now that we know where he is, perhaps..."

A light knock at the door preceded Queen Mohini peeking into the room, forehead creased in worry and long braids swaying. "I heard yelling," she said in that thick accent of hers, looking to her morose husband. "Is everything alright?"

Rohisa gestured Mohini in further. Hakon had been loud enough that rumors were already going to break out like a bad rash among the palace staff, but they didn't need to let specifics out until Hakon gave a general address.

"We've received word of a royal wedding in Beor," Rohisa said after Mohini closed the door and stepped closer. "Queen Ochvlita has taken Baltar Nahali as husband."

The queen took in a sharp breath, looking between Rohisa and Hakon with upturned brow. "Oh," she said. "Oh no." She gave Rohisa's shoulder a squeeze. Fast-fading warmth emanated from the touch as Mohini moved to comfort her husband. Hakon readily leaned into her, interlacing his fingers in hers.

Rohisa looked down, an unbidden jealousy worming its way into her chest. That kind of closeness would never be hers—though, in large part, she didn't want all that such intimacy entailed. But when was the last time she was able to fully confide in anyone; to have them lighten the weight on her shoulders?

Before the war. Before Baltar and Hakon... She had lost one brother to Beor and the other to duty.

Such is my lot, she knew, shaking her head at her sentimentality. Too many secrets filled her head these days to truly fully confide in any one person, anyways. Standing with the help of her cane, she excused herself with, "I have missives to write," and left the grieving king with his queen.

taglist: @nabanna @emcscared-whumps @nicolepascaline @i-can-even-burn-salad @melennui @thecyrulik @there-will-always-be-blood

#angst #sibling angst #tortured prince #the royal three #Hakon having anger management issues #Rohisa feeling a bit lonely and sad #Baltar 100% having been coerced

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So question for ya regarding insomniac spiderman 2 mysterio - during the side quest at some point (I think during the finale iirc) miles runs into actual Quentin who's somehow broken through the illusion stuff Betsy and Cole are doing and he's dressed normally - like he was during his first appearance and later when we see him at the other mysteriums. But then when miles confronts Betsy and Cole and finds Quentin in a closet tied up he's decked out in full mysterio gear so... When did that happen? When did he change clothes? Did Betsy and Cole like... put him in his costume for the cops (or spiderman) to find to make their plan of framing Quentin (him going "full mysterio") seem more authentic?? Unless I'm misremembering of course...

I didn't even really pay attention to that little detail, but honestly??? You make a VERY great point with this.

(the rest of my response, it got really long, sorry):

I feel like he was already injured when he shows up in the simulation as a warning to Miles as you can see he's somewhat gripping at his side and not standing straight, they must've done something to him. he was also in a hurry and panic-- they definitely caught on to him trying to fight back against what they were doing and so they took him out, decked him out, and hid him away until they were in a position to release him that would be beneficial to getting them out of trouble and pinning all the blame on him.

Either they dressed him up, or he dressed up on his own try and fight back against them (albeit unwillingly, although I do suspect at one point he tried to give them a taste of the 'Mysterio' they wanted so bad for their plan after he found out what they were planning behind his back.. after all, he had the last Dev log and it was the the clearest evidence)

(you could make an argument that they set up and faked that dev log where Betsy reacts to "Mysterio" setting up a secret scanner in the Mysteriums that scans people credit cards without them knowing and Betsy being "that's illegal, you can't do that". I mean.. She DID seem far more interested in the monetary gain from this stunt rather than actually help Quentin Beck with what he really wanted. what he wanted didn't benefit her in the slightest, but the potential to become rich from it is what got her invested.)

Also considering Miles had his clothes changed when he was inside the Mysterium simulation for the first time, his clothes changed entirely. Who's to say, Beck didn't make himself look that way on purpose to help Miles understand that that Mysterio he is fight isn't the real him. He's been telling Miles throughout that boss battle to keep doubting and being skeptical. It's subtle enough that Betsy and Cole wouldn't have noticed too much compared to if he was merely saying "That's not me, don't believe them!" which would have been very very obvious and might have caused more trouble.

Or. Potentially. He had already been wearing the outfit as a speculated him giving the two a taste of the real Mysterio they wanted so bad for this whole thing. He's definitely the type of guy to get dressed for the part he plays.

He could have been stuck in that outfit for quite awhile for all we know. Trapped inside his own Mysterium, too. He was very weak when Miles finally found him, too, so.. All we really can do is speculate and make up our own theories and probabilities to what actually occurred off screen.

#mysterio #quentin beck #insomniac spiderman #insomniac spiderman spoilers #I really don't know how else to tag these things #//long post

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hi!! I was wondering if you could write a Fred Benson x gender neutral reader? Maybe something like he’s stressed out from some of the stuff going on with the paper and deadlines and the reader takes notice and then they cuddle. I just need that pure tooth rotting fluff 🤞

Fred would 100% be a perfectionist when it came to the paper, change my mind

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Word Count: 1k

Pairing: Fred Benson x Reader

Warnings: Potential Stranger Things season 4 spoilers

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Today was meant to be just for you and Fred. You'd both agreed that today would be a stress free day, where you didn't have to worry about any of your problems and simply enjoy each other's company. It had been far too long before the two of you had a day like this.

Yet here Fred was, hunched over your desk and obsessively going over the articles set to appear in next week's paper. He'd been assigning and reassigning topics for the better part of the week, but was never satisfied with the articles.

Selfishly, you wished he'd just leave the articles as is and call it a day. But you knew he wasn't like that. He was never one to half ass things. Especially not the school paper, which was what he was most passionate about.

You sighed from your bed, laying propped up on your side, watching him work. You'd been in the same position for about an hour now. You were trying to be patient and let him work without you distracting him.

"You know, you sighing really isn't helping anyone here," Fred snarked, glancing over his shoulder to frown at you.

You rolled your eyes, taking no offense to the remark. He was stressed out, and you understood that. Which is why you planned this day in the first place!

You sat up, punctuating the movement with another exaggerated sigh.

"Y/N—" Fred began.

You pushed yourself off the bed and crossed the room to where he was working. You rested your forearms on his shoulders, leaning your head atop of his, peering at the paper marked with red pen. Your eyes scanned over the article.

"I think it's good," You said honestly.

"Yeah, sure. It's great if you ignore how no one will read it because it’s so boring," he dryly responded, pushing his glasses up. "I have to get this done before anything else. The editor-in-chief has been bothering me nonstop about making this 'the best' paper of the month. He said my work hasn't been the best. As if it's my fault the journalists are picking boring topics to write about." He aggressively made a clean line through the whole paper.

You reached down and gently took the pen from his hand.

"Hey!" Fred protested, jerking forward with the intent to take the pen back.

You stepped back away from him, capping the pen and tucking it into your pocket. "You're stressed."

"Of course I'm stressed!" He exclaimed, standing up and facing you. "You stole my pen! Give it back." He held his hand out expectantly, his sweater sleeve half covering his palm. You resisted the urge to smile at that.

"No," you responded simply, taking his hand in yours and squeezing. "That poor journalist has rewritten that article at least four times, babe. I think it's good now. You can relax," you tried to soothe, keeping your voice gentle.

"I can't relax. I can't, I could totally lose my job as managing editor if this paper isn't the best. Do you have any idea how many managing editors they’ve gone through? I have to assign better topics and just scratch this whole—"

You pulled him in for a hug, because usually that calmed him down when he worked himself up like this. You learned that after the crash. He found touch to be soothing, and it helped to ground him.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in close against you. You said nothing for a while as silence befell him. The tension in his body released as he went pretty much limp, resting his head against your shoulder.

"...I'm sorry," Fred said eventually, pulling away to look at you.

"Don't apologize," you responded, your hands gently cupping his cheeks, fingertips brushing against his scar. "I understand you're stressed. But this? Now you're just looking for problems in these articles. Problems that aren't there and you're running yourself to the ground," you murmured. "Why don't you come lay down with me. Get a clear head and then we'll come back to making sure all the articles are good for the paper," you suggested.

Fred nodded, pulling away. He adjusted his glasses and immediately went to flop on the bed, adjusting himself until he was on his back, head propped up on the pillow.

You joined him soon after, taking the pen from your pocket and tossing it back on the desk.

You crawled into bed, hovering over him for a moment. You smiled fondly down at him, leaning down to kiss him before settling in bed with him; your head on his chest and a leg hooked over one of his.

You listened to his breathing slow down the longer the two of you laid together in silence. A beautiful thing about your relationship; you could spend the entire day in silence and it would never turn awkward. You both were content to lay together without meaningless conversations filling the air.

But you knew his silence had changed to sleep when the arms around you loosened and went limp against your back. And his breathing went completely even, no longer hitching.

Despite this, you held off on moving for a good while longer lest you ran the risk of waking him from his well deserved nap.

But once you were sure it was safe, you pushed yourself up, enough to reach up and take his glasses off. You folded them and set them on the bedside table.

You looked down at his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful. And so beautiful. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, murmuring, "I love you," against his skin before sliding back to your earlier position.

You joined him in sleep soon after that.

#ransomswriting #fred benson #fred benson x reader #fred benson x gender neutral reader #answered asks #asks open #ask box #reader insert #reader #writing request #writing requests open #fluff and romance #stranger things #stranger things season 4

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stry-someone-to-remember-you · 7 months

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Update... September was a Weird month for Me

2 Updates bellow come directly from my Art Twitter Account:

#STRY #webcomic I haven't posted art lately, as promised. Life kinda got me. Had a few weird days last month of random depression (I mean I know definitely why it happened has to do with something from last September... but I won't get into it)...Then other times this fixation with the novel or jobsearch. Trying to get back in routine of exercising and art. I hope next few weeks to post more. #STRY #SomeoneToRememberYou The #novel is coming together. It still will be several months and still getting everything in life, and the web comic together. But I'm honestly excited! I think I have the final Novel Summary down, -some cuts. Let me know if you want to see it.

~~~~ Sssooooo.... Lets Expand on what I mention above...

WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO:

I felt more pressure as I also realized Indeed after I worked my ass off fixing my resume and my cover letter, had gone and saved the rough draft version so for the last several months I was using the poorly fixed version of both and had to fix everything again... I really don't like the side but it's one of the best for job searching. I admit my hours for art started becoming a game of job searching, going through the stressful process. I call it a game cause it was almost like an addiction. Especially after realizing I was using this whole time the wrong form of my resume and cover letter. You don't know how embarrassed that was, especially since I'm applying mostly for secretary positions. Talk about FACEPALM... I've told myself my old rule not to look at Job Apps at night, leave them be so I can focus on art... (I also watched a few new to me shows, I've been meaning to watch... got addicted lost time watching them, then came to find out they have a horrible ending *cough* Devil is a Part Timer *cough* yeah took a day to realize that has creeper predator ending) I really fell off my exercise routine which I tell myself I have to do (about for an hour) before I do art, mostly to stay healthy so I can keep doing what I love. I hope to just post some stuff and finally involve myself in the month challenge. Even if late. Stay tuned if I manage that... On my other profiles, job searching since fixing that "accident" up I have had several interviews scheduled since. Tomorrow I have a few scheduled and am so ready. Although, I admit I'm hoping for once with benefits, my last job promised it but never gave any. So I really hope to find one with such. And that will eventually help me in my potential career. If things keep not working, due to having a few friends on the force I've honestly considered going into the academy if things keep not panning out job wise. But they seem to be looking up. And I have looked into doing book reading jobs as well. So I have several avenues I'm looking at just in case. #WISHMELUCk Hopefully, you hear more from me art wise.

I want to thank the many people who've subscribed since my last few posts. Also so sorry for any art friends that think I may have dropped off all of a sudden. I'm still here. Just knd went through some odd motions..

~~~~ Update on Last Post (about the date): Lastly, to my update on going on a date. Yeah it was fine, conversations were odd afterwords and I can't say I felt much after the fact so I don't think that's going anywhere. Took a few weeks away from social dating apps/sites as I can get addicted to focusing on them. I'm trying to control the sudden addictive phases of solely focusing on this or that. I know it's cause I've been more nervous lately not getting previously during the summer more then a few job interviews and wondering what was wrong. Now that I've solved that issue and have several lined up, I'm finally kinda taking the reigns again and switching my focus art I was working on and art for the story.

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STORY UPDATES:

As for S.T.R.Y... Someone TO Remember You.... I hope to work on the Initial (last valentines day) Hint Post of the main characters which has been sitting in half unfished limbo for months now. And work quickly on the Sneak peak of the characters and full Face Reveal before or Around Halloween, cause I recently was introduced to a fandoms that I really want to use for a character halloween pic. It may be posted after Halloween. But I have an idea of what I'm wanting to do. I can't promise all my plans will work My Dad's birthday is this month, and though he's busy I know we are thinking of celebrating it a month later. So some of my focus will be put to that while the long time he's off working assisting my disabled mother with her many cleaning projects. I promised to help her around the front yard, especially with Halloween coming up for the trick-or-treaters. (Since my mom has mobility issues I'm often the one in charge of answering the door or such. So course I go all out dressing up. And I know it's important to all of use that the house looks good in the areas that can be seen. I wasn't able to do much last year since I was suffering Anxiety. I want to make up for things I haven't done. So I know the many art projects I want to do this month may not occur. But I wanted you to know what plans I'm hoping to do. I know I often pile on a lot, so I'm just saying what I hope accomplish but may not be able to fully do. That's my update so far... Stay tuned. Stay Sweet. PS. Ironic but I finally am just going to work on my UPDATE Comic that Legit I put on hold Two Years almost to this day to Job Search back near the end of the pandemic and now I'm picking it up again. WHy? THe Update is just me using my Authors character, by promoting the story and saying a little about myself. It was my way of practicing making a comic while making art. But, I told myself I wouldn't use the author character to make updates till I posted the comic. I've had so many times the last four months I wanted to make updates. Had a good plan but knew it would be redundant later posting the Update Comic I still plan on. I'm finally at a point where I want to work back on in (with the extended pages to add Recent updates rather then 2 years ago updates)... Then from then on, I hope to have shorter updates where I just use my Author Character to give updates without these long paragraphs and just short tidbits.... I've mentioned it before. But finally want to announce I'm working on finishing that... I still have a art project I'm making as a present, which is Half Way to completion. I added way more elements to it then I planneda nd just had numerous computer issues or life issues that got in the way of that getting completed. I also have a few fan Henry Stickmin art pieces I ALMOST forgot about from April and May I want to get back to soon.... So to say I have alot of art on the way Is not Putting it lightly. I have alot Of future Art coming up.

#henry stickmin au #henry stickmin collection #someone to remember #someone to remember you #thsc #henry stickmin ask blog #stry #s.t.r.y #novel #novel writing #job search #current wip

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You Brought Your Worst and I’m Right Here - Chapter Eight: I can't even blink

Pairing: Gale of Waterdeep x female Tav

Work Summary:

After an explosive falling out between Gale and his academic adviser, Mystra, Tav is left to pick up the pieces.

Modern/College AU.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9…

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1453

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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The motivational kitten poster had once been held up by staples, but one of the top corners had long since torn, drooping like the dying houseplant on Tav’s windowsill. Even so, the kitten stared back at her with dead eyes. She found it hard to look away.

When the door to the dean’s office finally re-opened, Tav stood up too fast. Her chair hit the wall with a thunk.

Gale’s expression was drawn as he stepped out into the hallway, but when their eyes met, he smiled at her. He shut the door behind himself. The click was far too loud in the quiet of the hallway.

“How did it go?” she asked.

His hands fluttered nervously at his sides. He hesitated for a moment, and then said, “It’s done.”

“Do you want to go get a drink?”

“Please.”

Against their better judgment, they found themselves at the on-campus bar. Of course, there was no chance Professor Mystryl would be caught dead here, so they were safe from running into her, but all of campus still felt like a potential minefield.

But Gale had been tired and wanted to decompress and drinks were cheap here. They got themselves a booth far from the window, just to be certain.

“How are you feeling?” asked Tav as Gale nursed a glass of red wine.

“I feel…” He sighed, putting his elbow on the table and leaning his face on his palm. “I feel like my body won’t relax. Like I’m having heart palpitations. I guess I’m nervous? I’m afraid of what happens next.”

Tav took a deep breath and stretched across the gap between them, laying her hands palm up, inviting him in. He stared at her hands for a moment, and then took them in his own.

“It’s going to be okay,” said Tav, feeling the heat spreading from the base of her neck and up to her cheeks. “Whatever happens, I’m here. And you have friends all around you. We won’t let her hurt you anymore.”

Gale looked up from the table, his eyes finding hers. His gaze was searching, but Tav had no idea what he was looking for. It made her feel naked.

“What?” she asked, self-consciously.

“Nothing, I’m just… re-evaluating some things,” he said, slowly. “Tav, I’ve been a fool. I don’t know-”

“I am sorry to interrupt,” came a voice from beside their table. Neither of them had heard the person approach. Tav pulled her hands out of Gale’s instinctively, leaning back like she’d been burnt.

Standing over them was Jaheira, a biology professor whom they were both peripherally aware of.

“I just wanted to say to you, Gale, that what you’re doing is very courageous,” she said. Gale looked up at her, stunned. “I am ashamed to say that you are not the first student to have been put in this position by that woman, but by doing this, you can ensure that you are the last. I have been trying to get the dean to fire her for misconduct for years, but since I have been unable to provide evidence of wrongdoing, there was nothing to be done. None of her victims have ever been willing to come forward before. She is manipulative. She has this hold over people. So if she or the university make any trouble for you, come find me, alright? I will be happy to provide my testimony.”

“Thank you, professor,” Gale stuttered.

“I will leave you and your…” She regarded Tav for a moment. “…friend to it. Good evening.”

Gale looked back at Tav, eyes wide, as Jaheira walked away. “That was unexpected.”

“It’s good to know you’ve got faculty members in your corner. If Jaheira knew what Mystra was up to, then surely a lot of people must’ve known. That can only help your case.”

Gale frowned. “How did she know I was coming forward about this, though?”

“Maybe the dean told her? She’s been trying to bring this to his attention for years, from the sound of it.”

“I’m just concerned. I didn’t expect it to escape containment so fast. If Jaheira knows, who else does?”

His breathing was speeding up. Tav reached across the table again and grabbed his hands.

“It’s okay,” she murmured soothingly. “Don’t panic. We prepared for this, remember? It’s all going to be okay.”

Gale swallowed and squeezed her hands. “Thank you for being here with me. I don’t think I could do this without you.”

“You’re my best friend. I would never make you go through this alone.”

Their hands kept seeming to find each other after every separation. The two of them were walking home now, enjoined hands lightly swinging between them. It was dark and cold, but thankfully not wet.

“I told Wyll I was going to cook tomorrow night,” said Gale conversationally.

“Oh really?” Before all of this, Gale had cooked most nights, although the others pitched in where they could. He hadn’t cooked since his hospital stay. “What are you going to make?”

“I was going to start simple with a vegetable lasagne.”

“Sounds divine. I’ve missed your cooking.” Tav moved closer to him, leaning into his side for warmth.

“Cold?”

“A little.”

He let go of her hand to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Better?”

She put her arm around his waist. This close, he could smell her deodorant and the fabric softener she used. “Much, thank you.”

They stayed that way until they reached the end of their street. They stopped on the corner, reluctantly pulling apart from their embrace. It was unspoken, but since the movie night, they had been a little more careful about showing physical affection to each other in front of their friends.

Gale wouldn’t have minded, but Astarion’s words to him kept swimming around in his head, never too far from the surface.

Don’t break her heart.

“Before we get back,” he said, stopping her, “I just wanted to say thank you again, Tav. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you.” He smiled at her, but her face fell.

“Don’t say that,” she said, her voice breaking. His smile faded immediately. “Don’t say that.”

“I’m sorry, I- Oof.” He was cut off by her burrowing her way into his arms, pressing her face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her again and, after a moment’s hesitation, dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I know it’s not a pleasant thought, but it’s true. I was a wreck and you put me back together.”

Tav was crying now. He could feel the way her shoulders were shaking. She rubbed her face into his shirt, dampening the fabric.

“Please don’t cry, Tav. I hate that I’m hurting you like this.”

She shook her head, pulling away so that she could look him in the eyes. She grasped his biceps, locking her elbows.

“Promise me something, Gale?”

“Anything.” It was probably an unwise thing to say, but it was hard to be wise when she was looking up at him with doe eyes and a tearstained face.

“If it ever gets that bad again… If you ever want to end your life, you call me. No matter where you are or where I am. Even if we haven’t spoken to each other in twenty years. You call me. And I’ll come to you. And we can get through it together.” There was a fierceness in her expression that made his heart jump.

The idea of going for twenty years without seeing her sounded preposterous, but he knew that people grew apart. The thought of growing apart from Tav made him impossibly sad.

“Promise me?” she repeated.

“I promise.”

“Good.”

She was still looking up at him. For a brief moment of insanity, he thought about kissing her, just to see what it would feel like. His feelings were muddled and maybe kissing her would clarify things. Or maybe it would make this whole situation ten times messier.

The moment passed. She leant in and squeezed him one more time before pulling away completely.

“Come on,” she said. “I’m cold. Let’s get inside.”

After dinner, Gale decided it would be best to get an early night. It had been a very fraught and emotionally exhausting day.

Tav had hugged him goodnight even though they weren’t alone, which was enough to put a smile on his face. Astarion met his eye over Tav’s shoulder and gave him a warning look.

As Gale settled into bed, freshly showered and bone-tired, his phone starting buzzing. Someone was calling him. He turned it over to see the screen lit up with the last name he wanted to see right now.

Mystra.

Next Chapter

#bg3 gale x tav #bg3 gale #gale x tav #gale dekarios x tav #gale x female tav

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navree · 1 year

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I never cared before about Alys when I've read F&B but the way some of those shippers hate her so much , in Twitter i see alot of them call her ugly hag , gro**mer and so many misgonystic/ ageism names and even hope for her to get cut from the show.. What for ? She is very important to the narrative and especially to Aemond's arc...

Yeah, shippers of other things and antis have been getting weirrrrrrrrrd about Alys. And that's not just a thing specific to her, I've seen some people on my side say weird shit about Helaena (which is fucked up she's the number one girlie y'all are fake fucking Green fans if you're gonna shit on Helaena for no reason), and I'm really not looking forward to anything the Daemon/Rhaenyra shippers are going to have to say once Nettles shows up. Chillest shippers I've seen in this fandom thus far are the Rhaenicents, God bless. And it'd be one thing on its own if I could trust that this was just confined to dislike of a character, but considering the track record people have when it comes to ASOIAF related media (the people who made fun of Emilia Clarke's appearance and her brain injuries and bullied Emily Carey off of social media are never going to see Heaven), I do not trust these people not be utterly vitriolic to whichever actress they ultimately cast as Alys.

People can have their criticisms of the ship, they can point out what they want about the age difference (even though it's not grooming because words have meanings Jesus Christ, not to mention Aemond has significantly more power in the relationship than Alys does) or just not enjoy it, that's all fair and valid. But it's really weird to demand that Alys be cut entirely when she's a unique part of her story and offers a unique perspective that no other character can offer, as well as her place in the stories and arcs not just for Aemond but for Daemon and Larys and honestly even Criston cuz he was at Harrenhal too. Alys can't be replaced with another character, no one occupies the part of the story she's a part of in the way that she does, that's why she as a character exists. Nor is it necessarily "out of character" for Aemond to fall for her or prioritize her once he does, and it's not him "abandoning his family for some chick" as I've seen some people actually say. For one, sorry that Aemond's recorded actions as written down in one book aren't fitting into what you want to happen, but that's on you, not the writing. If, over the course of a single story, a character's canon actions and canon thoughts and canon feelings and canon words feel "out of character" to you, then you simply do not have an accurate read on that character, I'm sorry. For two, it's not even him abandoning his family or being out of character. Nothing about their relationship is out of bounds for the kind of person that Aemond is, and as I mentioned in a prior ask, Aemond is not in a position to help his family. Even beyond the fact that Aemond considers Daemon their biggest threat at the moment and his primary goal was to get rid of him before thinking of any way to depose Rhaenyra, his family's either dead or prisoners to a hostile faction, and any attempt to try and free the ones he knows are alive just aren't feasible at that time (if you think Aemond's going to gamble the lives of his mother and his sister on the off chance that an assault on Rhaenyra might succeed, then you're stupid, no two ways about it). With that backdrop, it makes perfect sense that Aemond is at least going to fight tooth and nail for the one person he does have and does love, that he can save, because he can't do anything for Alicent or Helaena or Aegon who at this point might even be dead, but he can do something to keep Alys safe and well by his side. And even if you want to be incredibly cynical about it, then at this point in time Alys could potentially be carrying a future claimant for the Greens. No one knows where Aegon is, Jaehaera is ineligible for the throne under Westerosi customs and laws, Jaehaerys and Maelor are both dead, and Aemond and Daeron are both actively participating in deadly combat that could (and does) kill them. For pragmatism alone, Aemond wanting to ensure that, if Alys is carrying a son, that this son survives to continue pressing the claims set forth by their side, or Hell even just to make it so Rhaenyra doesn't win, makes sense.

Even if you want to ignore the importance Alys brings to the narrative, what she furthers in Aemond's arc, what his love for her can reveal to us about the kind of character that he is, that still doesn't make anything about the romance or the actions it spurs "out of character" or an indictment on Aemond, nor does it justify being weird and vile about a fictional character or people who enjoy her relationship with another fictional character. Ya fucking freaks.

#personal #answered #anonymous #wow i did not expect this answer to get as long as it did #but as we know i'm quite passionate about these two and also alys specifically #listen i don't care for hel****** at all in any whatsoever #i think it's real dumb and i think theories that try to cut alys and replace her with the character in question #are bonkers and stupid and generally created by people who don't understand anything about anything #but i'm not gonna be a bitch about it because none of it is real #and it's fucking shipping! just ship and let ship what's the matter with some of y'all

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wheeler-things · 1 year

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Finally crawled my way through s1e1 in my slow rewatch, and there were a few things I found interesting enough to write about.

I can't believe this is long enough to require a table of contents, but... Topics covered in this unnecessarily long analysis (I'm incapable of brevity, sorry) of The Vanishing of Will Byers: - Unidentified Stalker Camera Angles - Concerning Details Around Mike (and Nancy... and Karen) - Mike's Eyes

You know... I didn't originally plan for this to just be About the Wheelers, but it's probably not a surprise because I love this terrible family. These aren't All the points I could make about the episode (by far), but these are the most coherent ones at the moment.

Unidentified Stalker Camera Angles

There are a number of stalker-y camera angles used in this episode, and because I'm interested in what they could imply, I wanted to include them all, but Tumblr's 30 image limit is hampering me, so I'm only going to focus on the ones where I couldn't determine, from context, the identity of the observer (though I will hazard a guess). In this episode, the only characters that I noticed being framed this way without an obvious observing party were Mike/the Party with Mike (one scene, and one shot), Will (one shot), and Nancy (one scene).

1-- Nancy at School

^ Steve and Nancy in the bathroom is a little more borderline than the others in this set, in my opinion (just because it lacks the same busy clutter in the foreground which makes it seem less like the perspective of someone looking on). I included it because it felt creepy in the context of the previous two shots, in a way that I felt was distinct from the other camera angles in the scene.

2-- Mike and the Party in the Basement

^ This is another borderline angle for me, but the panning shot that came from something close to this angle sold it for me. Even though the whole Party is visible, Mike's pretty clearly the focal point.

3-- Mike and the Party in the Basement, Panning Shot

^ Everything about this creeps me out.

4-- Will in the Basement

^ This makes some sense, because Will is the one kidnapped, but whatever's watching him seems to be looking from nearly the same spot as whatever was watching the whole Party/possibly Mike earlier.

5-- Mike and the Party in the Woods

^ Creepy!!

OKAY.

So, whatever's watching in 1 is clearly stalking Nancy. She's the common denominator in all three shots.

Whatever's watching in 2, 3, and 4 is almost certainly the same thing, because all three shots are angled from such similar positions. There's an incredibly helpful angle from the other side of the dnd table which comes up twice and which very clearly shows that there is nothing actually watching the boys from that position in the room, which suggests that whatever's doing the watching is from the UD or is possibly watching from the mindscape like El can. Or else it's something more metaphorical, like the room having been bugged by the government (though I actually find that less plausible than something supernatural, at this point in s1).

Mike appears to be the focus in 2, and the focus at the start of 3. Because we don't know of any reason for something or someone to be stalking Mike at this point in time, this is a potential connection between whatever's watching in 1 and in 2-4.

If the same thing IS the stalker in 1-4, then it's incredibly concerning to me that it saw Mike interacting with the people he cares for most in the world (at this point in time), seemingly selects Mike's favourite from the group (given that 4 is focused on Will and Will is later abducted), then (presumably) steals Will away to the UD, AND then also... sees Nancy interacting with the people she cares for most in the world (at this point in time-- side note, but GOD that's a sad thing to write, since Steve JUST started dating her here... someone give Nancy more actual friends in s5), and then just days later, her favourite, Barb, is stolen away to the UD. It's just... a big coincidence, is all.

The way the panning shot in 3 moves from being focused on Mike with (most of) the Party blocked out, to focused on the Party with Mike blocked out, to focused on the Party with Mike's head separated from his body via the placement of the railing in the shot? It feels deeply sinister to me (also... not liking remembering the fact that the dnd game at the end of s1 culminates with the Thessalhydra having its heads cut off... not liking remembering the fact that technically Mike's character doesn't play a role in that kill... I have some thoughts on this but I think they're outside the scope of this already bloated post, but hhhhh).

5 is also a panning shot, but it seems to be mostly focused on Mike with Lucas and Dustin apparently incidentally. I think it stands to reason that the thing watching Mike here is almost certainly the thing that was watching him the night before (and presumably also the thing that took Will).

Mike might have some ability to sense the thing looking at him, because after 5, while Lucas and Dustin are bickering about whether they should head home or not, Mike claims he hears something and looks to the left (where the watcher is presumably situated). However, El is to the boys' right, so any sounds she might be making should be coming from that direction. This could be nothing, but given that s2 subtly implied that Mike might(?) be able to see/sense El (sometimes) when she approaches him in the mindscape... it's interesting.

Also, I suspect the watcher is Henry. Like, assuming I'm right that the Demogorgon in Mike's game foreshadows Henry, then when Will says that the Demogorgon got him in the game, it also foreshadows Henry "getting" him. And if Henry took Will, then we can presume that Henry was the thing watching Will in 4, and if the thing in 4 was the same as 1-3... then it's been Henry this whole time.

I also think it's really interesting that: - Around the time of 3, Mike says "wait a minute", looks to his left (towards the watcher), then asks "do you hear that? That sound?", before revealing the Demogorgon - Just after 5, Mike is looking firmly off towards the left (towards the watcher), demands that Dustin "shut up", then asks "do you guys hear that?" (Dustin and Lucas do not agree that they heard anything so it's possible Mike is noticing something the other two are not), before El is revealed a) it's the parallels between these scenes for me, jeez b) something something the boys use the word "Demogorgon" for the UD Demo even though the dnd Demo actually foreshadows Henry, something something s1 Lucas wonders if El might really be the monster, s4 Mike unintentionally makes El think she really is the monster, something something in both instances the real monster was Henry (and the system/world that built him into what he became) all along

^ Mike, entirely focused in the direction of stalking camera angle 5, starting long before any discernible sounds of life in either direction, to the audience or other boys

Concerning Details Around Mike (and Nancy... and Karen)

1-- For obvious reasons, I can't get a good screenshot of it, but Mike is blinking a lot and has sort of a weird, pained expression when he's in the background of the shot where Dustin is saying that there's something "wrong" with Nancy. I wouldn't bring it up at all, except that it reminds me a lot of that one shot where Mike was blinking and had a pained look on his face while he and Dustin spoke about their difficulties in finding someone to sub in for Lucas at Hellfire. Given the ways people have interpreted that scene, I just find it interesting that it seems like something similar may have been happening as far back as s1e1.

^ The best screenshot I can get to show what I'm talking about

Also, everything about the "it was a seven" scene is... kind of scary with regard to Mike? I'll get to his eyes in the next part, but Dustin and Lucas bike away and Will stays behind. Mike doesn't seem to notice Will at all, looking so far away from him that the camera from Will's perspective can't see his face. Mike slowly turns towards Will, with his eyes closed, and then, as they open, he asks, "huh?" Like he was distracted or off in his own world or had his attention on something we can't see (unless he was THAT entranced in watching Lucas and Dustin bike away).

Will clarifies that the roll was a seven, and that the Demogorgon got him, and Mike? Just kind of stares at Will in silence? His expression is more confused than anything? I generally take this to suggest that this level of honesty with Mike is actually out of character for Will (at this point in the story), that this is an odd action on Will's part and Mike doesn't know how to respond to it, because this may be the very first moment of Will's crush/the first moment when it subconsciously pushed Will to treat Mike specially as compared to his friends (which, yes, if my read on that is accurate, does mean that this whole thing has been Will's incredibly angsty love story-- also, it's a fun twist on "love at first sight" because obviously it's not Mike and Will's first sight of each other, but it is the audience's first sight of the two of them alone-- also also don't tell me Will "let's stop by Vegas and use El's powers to rig the slot machines look at me I'm grinning like this is the happiest I've been all season, just thinking about doing crime" Byers would be above not disclosing a bad dnd roll... but I digress), but given the rest of all of the scene... I just think it's interesting how little of a response Mike gives here. He doesn't even say goodbye or respond at all when Will decides to leave.

Then, as Will bikes away, Mike stands stalk still, seeming to stare down at his feet. He doesn't watch Will bike away, but the flickering lights draw his attention.

This doesn't necessarily mean anything (and even if it does, there are a bunch of different interpretations), but I do find it potentially concerning, so it's a point I'll keep in mind while doing the rest of my rewatch, just to see if it fits into a bigger pattern, or if it's just first episode coincidences which happen to line up with some future events.

2-- Mike looks over his left shoulder/to his left side a LOT in this episode. He does it when introducing the Demogorgon, he does it again when looking at the flickering light, and again when he thinks he hears something while looking for Will in the woods (despite the fact that any sounds El is making should be coming from the right). And outside of this episode... Will (almost) always sits on Mike's left. When Mike's face is lit so that shadows cover half of it (to my memory, at least), it's often the left side of his face that's illuminated. Mike spends basically all of s4 with a literal arrow over his heart pointing left, which, yes, is the direction where Will usually stands, but also... I don't know. I feel like there might be something here, but I haven't put my finger on it.

3-- During the scene where Mike is DMing, Mike is regularly framed in front of the basement door's shuttered window. It's very dark, shadowy, and cool-toned. Nearly black.

^ Mike in front of the shadowed window

Yet, when Dustin's framed in front of this same window, it's pretty consistently brighter/lighter. So the shadows are a Mike thing.

^ Dustin in front of the same door-- the light varies significantly but is reliably brighter/bigger, even at its dimmest, than when Mike sits in front of it

Moreover, Mike is ALSO framed in front of a weird dark shadowy-blue square from his closeup angle as well? The door to the bathroom is open behind him, so we can assume it's part of the bathroom?

^ The weird blue shape behind Mike

Based on what we see of the bathroom later in s1, I'm pretty sure this is the bathroom mirror? Which means that throughout this scene, Mike is framed against a) a particularly dark window/doorway to another world the outside and b) a weirdly dark blue/shadowed mirror world.

It's giving UD vibes, is all I'm saying, so the fact that it's pretty specific to Mike is interesting to me.

In the same vein, when Karen opens the basement door to interrupt Mike, she is framed against a dark blue wall and in front of a mirror.

^ Karen gets similar framing, Mike takes over in her place in the same framing

In the scene with Nancy in the bathroom with Steve, she is also depicted next to a mirror (the colours reflected in the mirror are all slightly more blue/cool than the actual colours of the room, as well, but it's quite subtle).

^ All the pale colours in the mirror are just slightly more blue than in the real world

4-- There's something wrong with the Wheelers' TV. The show makes a point of showing this. My question is... why? No, really. What is causing this TV to snow?

In real life, it would likely just be that the rabbit ears had gotten messed up (hence Ted fussing with them), but in ST, glitching electronics almost always mean that someone or something supernatural is around/occurring. But the lights aren't flickering, which is pretty unusual.

As I noted previously, I do believe that Henry was watching the Wheeler house from the UD that night. However, I think Ted gives us a clue that this may not be Henry's doing when he calls the TV a "piece of junk". He doesn't seem to be curious or even surprised, just resigned and annoyed. This implies that the TV glitches like this regularly. Which, again, in the real world would, would be largely meaningless. But this is a show where malfunctioning electronics are not random, and this scene could have accomplished the same surface level character building by having Ted on his recliner, distracted by watching his show, so obviously the malfunctioning TV is in some way relevant. So, it's important, and we can infer that it happens regularly enough for Ted to be resigned to it.

If it's Henry's presence that's causing this glitch, then that implies that Henry watches the Wheelers often enough for Ted to be used to this issue. Which is terrifying. But as far as we know, there's nothing special about the Wheelers (even though all three of their kids have been involved in/connected to/able to engage with the UD since the first season... even though Mike can come up with successful plans with what seems to be ease while everyone else struggles, and Nancy can hit a perfect bullseye the first time she ever holds a gun, and Holly ALWAYS notices when there's something supernatural going on... even though the Wheelers are deeply invested in their facade of perfect normalcy even though we still have no idea what Karen and possibly Ted are actually scared of should it crumble... even though, and I cannot say this enough, there's something WRONG with the Wheelers), so there's theoretically no reason for Henry to be watching them that closely/that often.

Additionally, when we first see the TV, the picture is snowed out but you can see a bit of it, and the audio is distorted but potentially understandable. Then, Mike asks his dad to override Karen's insistence that the game must end. Ted refuses to do so, clearly more interested in fixing the TV than in getting involved in Mike's drama. Mike is visibly more frustrated by this answer, and as the screen cuts away from the TV, the audio clearly becomes more distorted (unfortunately, there's no shot of the screen, so it's difficult to confirm exactly how bad the visuals got).

If the TV is being influenced by something supernatural, then the question at hand is, why did it suddenly get worse?

There isn't a good reason for Henry to have made it worse. In fact, assuming that the unknown stalker from the weird camera angles is him, then we know he's currently watching Will, not the Wheelers.

I don't have a good answer here. I think it's possible that if s5 does go into some amount of time travel and flickergate is a thing (in some capacity), then this could be tied into that?

But I will note that if I'm right about Henry having been watching Mike and Nancy throughout this episode, then it stands to reason that there's some reason why he's interested in them, specifically.

Holly's (presumably) asleep and not involved in this. Nancy is having what appears (when Dustin approaches her) to be a pleasant conversation with Barb. Ted's annoyed, but it seems mild and it's a reaction to the TV not working. The only people showing signs of actual anger/frustration in this house, at this time, are Mike and Karen. I don't really know if it means anything (it's not like either of their noses are visibly bleeding or anything like that), I just think it's interesting.

Mike's Eyes

So, I've discussed Mike's eyes during the first dnd session in this episode at length, and the full dissection can be found in this post, but I'll cover the basics here for context.

Essentially, during his introductory scene (where Mike is foreshadowing all of the main UD antagonists from s1-s4), Mike's eyes appear black rather than brown, and often reflect no light at all. I'll add an example here, but I included way more in the linked post. It's consistent enough that I found it creepy upon noticing it.

^ Example of Mike's flat black eyes

As a result of noticing that, though, I made sure to keep an eye on Mike's eyes throughout the rest of the episode (and plan to do so during the rest of my rewatch), just because I'm curious to see if there are any consistent themes that crop up.

When Karen calls down to tell Mike it's time for everyone to go home, his eyes are difficult to see in detail due to the distance between him and the camera, but upon zooming in they finally appear to be brown, and this is consistent with the fact that they are clearly brown and reflecting light normally when Mike goes upstairs to argue with his parents.

Mike isn't close enough to the camera to get a usable read on his eye colour until he's alone with Will. But once we get it... boy is it interesting.

For context, Will's eyes are also clearly visible during this scene. They are obviously hazel, and reflect quite a lot of light. In fact, as the scene goes along, if there is any change to the appearance of Will's eyes at all, they're getting brighter and more clear (something something THIS is the very beginning of Will's crush on Mike, the first moment when Will acted differently around Mike than he would have with any other friend).

^ Will's eyes during the "it was a seven" scene

But Mike's eyes? They go on a journey. So, to start with, Mike's looking away from the camera. When he opens his eyes fully, they are shadowed (obviously) but clearly brown and reflecting a very small amount of light. Then, Will clarifies that he's talking about the roll and the light is gone from Mike's (still brown) eyes. And then Will says that the Demogorgon got him, and Mike's eyes are now reflecting no light and appear black. They stay black and lightless as Mike remains silent and Will bikes away. At that point, Mike looks over towards the lights, and his eyes are clearly brown/are back to reflecting light the way that Will's did under the same lighting.

^ Mike's "it was a seven" eye journey in chronological order

^ From when Mike is radioing Lucas about going out to search for Will, showing that Mike's eyes can look brown/reflect light normally even in the basement at night (though to be fair, he is now sitting in a different seat than the night before)

Just for fun...

Here's Mike's heartbroken expression when he sees that his barb about Nancy dismissing the danger Will was in/implicitly blaming Will for their situation because she wanted to see Steve turned out to actually be true :)

^ It hurts my heart every time I see it (also, yeah, his visible eye does look a bit black and flat here, but the camera's too far from his face for me to get a good read, and I don't have any other shots from the same lighting to compare, so it didn't make it into the above section)

#the wheelers #byler #mike wheeler #long post #tw eye close up #<- sorry again this is probably going to be a theme unfortunately #agonizingly slow analysis rewatch #my analysis #s1e1 #I'm sure people have talked about all this stuff before #it's just what caught my attention the most while watching the episode

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coffeeastronaut · 1 year

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midnight analysis hand it over

i desperately wish i had anything coherent to say about it.

it's just got it all. like it's a budget cheapo ep of the season for SURE and in my opinion that made it soooo much better. the small cast, the small set, never seeing the creature, all of it makes it an incredibly intimate episode.

this got so long. im so sorry.

let's start with the characters:

the show under rtdavis often uses quick and efficient dialogue to establish side characters and re-enforce the leads, and this episode is the masterclass of that concept. before anything crazy starts happening we already have a pretty firm grasp on the characters and their relationships to one another- the cane family consists of val, biff and jethro, a nuclear middle-class family with the out of touch parents of a loner child, professor hobbs and deedee are a somewhat bumbling professor with far too high an opinion of himself and his apprentice/assistant who's wildly underappreciated and very overlooked, the hostess is overworked and underpaid and somewhat a stickler for protocal, the driver joe and the mechanic claude are good at their jobs and cheerful to do them, and finally we have sky- a lonely woman traveling by herself who's nice enough, but a little shy. And of course, we have the doctor, immediately socializing and asking questions, because that's what he does. he asks questions.

this cast of characters is pretty small, and it lets us get attached and invested very quickly- later, when things go off the rails, the characters stay true to where they started. However the traits that started as 'bumbling' or 'out of touch' become far more sinister as everyone is pushed to the limit in a situation none of them asked for. professor hobbs's tendency to speak over deedee and look down on her becomes outright dismissal of her ideas and thoughts, even if they're good. val and biff's distant relationship to their son results in the same for jethro. the hostess's dedication to protocol leads the others to dismiss her as useless, since all she's done is call for help (ironic. considering.) sky's loner status means that no one, bar the doctor, have really spoken to her, giving them no reason to trust her. the doctor's constant questions mean he can't take his own advice and leave well enough alone- he just has to talk to the creature inside sky.

sidenote: while not previously established in this specific episode, 10's internal surety of his own superiority also takes a very frightening role here, revealed in the way he speaks to the other passengers, the ways he attempts to take control of the situation, and of course the 'because i'm CLEVER' line. beyond his initial 'i guess we'll have to ~talk~ to each other' line, he's mostly presenting himself as an average joe here, something he doesn't normally do. this is potentially because he doesn't have a companion with him- donna (or whoever is with him) usually backs up his demeanor (or excuses it) and takes the role of 'normal person who's okay with this,' which makes other people more comfortable with him. anyway i digress.

These traits end up amplifying past the relationships that they're tied to. the professor, val, and biff all end up bouncing off of one another and making each other worse, completely writing off any thoughts that aren't their own- they dismiss the hostess, the doctor, deedee, and jethro, despite the actual expertise or input any of them might have. this new force of nature pulls characters like deedee and jethro under the tide, making them 'agree' under pressure from their respective authority figures. The hostess is too, to a degree, but her position of authority as the tour guide makes her more ready to keep her head under pressure as well has holding her own opinions more strongly, without getting steamrolled.

that doesn't mean that the other characters are free of negative traits by any means. deedee's othering of sky with the goblin men poem, jethro's inability to stand up for himself or others, and the hostess's instant turn to murder when presented with it as an option (by val, so not an original thought, but still. she latches on very very quickly. possibly this is because the thing has already killed joe and claude, the driver and mechanic, who she likely knew personally.) all of which is brought forward by fear and stress, like the others.

the doctor, who is a steamroller in his own right, is incapable of it here. the people who he's with here are all strongly individual and refuse to be lead. It's a myriad of reasons for this, with the professor feeling he's intellectually superior, biff feeling he's more manly, and val feeling that she's more moral (her response to the doctor saying he's a traveler is to accusingly say 'like an immigrant?' implying she's one of Those people) (racist). Jethro and deedee already have people in charge of them, and the hostess is, technically, actually in charge. these are the people who are going to question him at every turn, especially since, until it hit the fan, he was presenting himself as just some guy.

the mob mentality of the cast ties in perfectly with the isolation of the bus (no contact with the outside world! can't leave because you'll be vaporized!). it means that they get no breaks from each other, no breaks from the situation, and no outside opinions- they're on their own. look how small the bus is!

it creates this island afloat on a sea of morality, where their decisions are only witnessed by themselves, and the gravity of the situation justifies it. The fear involved amplifies this by tenfold. the bus is small, too, and made smaller by the loss of the cockpit. if they were somewhere like, say, the library from the forest of the dead- there, they can have privacy, even if it's just standing around a corner. here, no such luck. we're all stuck here together. Running tangent on lighting will be at the bottom of this post.

moving on. the doctor getting taken (possessed? lets stick with taken) by the creature is incendiary, to say the least. he's let his curiosity get the better of him, and in going about it in the way that he does he's also othered himself from the riders. calling them humans, saying he's clever, showing genuine excitement. small things, but enough. when jethro calls him on it, he doubles down, further othering himself. it also outs him as genuinely being the smartest in the room, and the creature takes his voice. you can almost see the rpg 'no one liked that.' notification pop up in the corner.

his chattyness, while dooming him, is also what saves him. speaking with the hostess in the beginning is what ends up tipping her off. when deedee notices that sky is still the creature, she's overwritten by her authority figure, the professor, as well as the voices of val and biff:

[the doctor is repeating sky] VAL: Stop. Oh, my God, make him stop. Someone make him stop. DEE DEE: But she's saying it. VAL: And you can shut up. DEE DEE: But it's not him, it's her. He's just repeating. BIFF: But that's what the thing does, it repeats. HOSTESS: Just let her talk. BIFF: What do you know? Fat lot of good you've been. HOSTESS: Just let her explain. DEE DEE: I think. I mean, from what I've seen, it repeats, then it synchronizes, then it goes on to the next stage and that's exactly what the Doctor said would happen. BIFF: What, and you're on his side? DEE DEE: No. JETHRO: The voice is the thing. DEE DEE: And she's the voice. She stole it. Look at her. It's not possessing him, it's draining him. HOSTESS: She's got his voice. VAL: But that's not true, because it can't. Because I saw it pass into him. I saw it with my own eyes. [...] BIFF: Everyone saw it. Everyone. DEE DEE: You didn't. You're just making it up. I know what I saw, and I saw her stealing his voice. VAL: She's as bad as him. Someone shut her up. HOBBES: I think you should be quiet, Dee. DEE DEE: Well, I'm only saying- HOBBES: And that's an order! You're making a fool of yourself, pretending you're an expert in mechanics and hydraulics, when I can tell you, you are nothing more than average at best. Now shut up.

but the hostess listens! she uses what deedee is saying and she uses her own knowledge of the doctor's speech patterns to decide he is not possessed. unlike deedee, she's got her own authority and is more sure of herself. she's also far more aware of her duty to protect others, as both a person and as her job.

she's also faster. she grabs sky, and out they go- none of the yelling and cajoling it took to get biff and the professor to try to kill the doctor, she just does it. she's so sure! and she's right.

and then! and THEN! no one. knows. her name.

no one knows her name!

we dont even know her name!

in an episode where i can tell you everyones names. i cant tell you hers. no one spoke to her much, no one listened to her. she did her duty as a hostess, and died for it, and that's all she's known as to these people. the hostess. it's heartbreaking, and awful, and doesn't rtd just love a noble and trampled working class hero.

RACE

So, i genuinely don't think this stuff was intentional. um. because it's russel 'casual racism' davies. but let's get into it anyway because it's done very well for once, intentional or not.

everyone on this stupid bus is white, except for deedee, the hostess, and the mechanic (or maybe the driver- i don't think they specify which is which). deedee and the hostess (and jethro) are the three people most ignored and looked down on. in jethro's case this is due to age, so i'll be ignoring him mostly, but even that is all tied up in privilege. anyway.

the hostess, a black woman, is talked down to by everyone, and often outright ignored or dismissed. the doctor especially dismisses her input very quickly, despite the fact that . this is her literal actual job. (10 the racist strikes again! good job rtd - i definitely dont have bitterness in my heart!)

deedee is also constantly talked down to by the professor, and later by biff and val, despite the fact that she seems to be the only one who has actual professional level knowledge of how the bus works. it feels like val (who is, textually, racist), biff, and the professor all look down on her, as a black woman.

it's notable that the hostess, the only other black woman on the bus, is the one who listens to her! this is a really small detail, and again i'm really not sure that it was intentional, but i still love it.

COMPANION

i talked a little earlier about donna being gone, and how it makes it much easier for the doctor to make stupid decisions and be off-putting. this is just like. textually canon in that rose, martha, and donna all explicitly stop him from making stupid and cruel decisions, as well as sort of.. softening his impact on normal people. rose often apologizes to people for him being rude, martha is constantly snapping him into responsibility (i will not talk about the racism involved here or i will Explode.), and donna is literally standing over his shoulder sometimes going 'hey. dont kill that guy. that's jacked up.'

the episode isn't really ABOUT this, but it definitely ties in, i think. every time 10 is alone, he does some stupid and horrific stuff (waters of mars, anyone?). later in this season we actually have something that mirrors this- in Turn Left, donna never meets the doctor, and so butterfly effects him dying and also the world ending or something. sorry it's been a minute since i've seen that one. donna is also a whole lot more miserable. neither of them can really Be without the other (bestie moment)! we're explicitly told a lot of times that the doctor just does not function without a companion, and i think that theme shows up in this episode for sure.

PEOPLE

so everyone agrees that doctor who is about the power of love and friendship and humanity being good right? yeah? yeah.

this episode is not that.

in midnight, everyone's worst sides come out. we usually see one or two people like this in any given episode- the one guy who's such a huge capitalist he doesn't care about the motw, or the chick who's put her own life above everyone elses and gets someone killed. but we never see the entire cast do this! midnight paints a very bleak picture of humans under pressure. and here's the thing. that's not doctor who! like at allll. doctor who just adores people, just really cherishes them. but here... not so much. the story still ends with the hostess sacrificing her self for everyone else, and it's all very nobel. but it's a very interesting leap from normal.

i would argue that this isn't necessarily done to say that humans suck. i think it's to more effectively show off a reoccurring theme in doctor who about how the actions of just one person can make a huge difference, no matter how small they may feel. we see a great example of this with gwyn the maid in season 1, who saves everyone from the gelth, giving up her life in the process.

this episode takes a very different path to it. especially since the other riders weren't portrayed as evil before they started panicking! they were just normal people. it's definitely a far more somber approach to the theme then usual, though.

LIGHTING AND SET

the bus is so small that no one is quite far enough to be properly alone.

but they're all trying to be- see how the canes are all split across the bus? jethro is up front, biff is on the right, and val is in the back. deedee and the professor have taken up on opposite sides of the bus. and of course, the doctor on the floor, alone. he's visually a lot lower then the rest of them, pushing the narrative on his powerlessness this episode. it also implies that after they let him go he just. didn't move. girl me too. it's also worth noting that no one is sitting directly in the center light - everyone is in the dark.

the lighting in the bus is frequently used to make it seem even smaller then it is:

note the dark lighting in the rest of the bus, but the bright halo around sky's head. she's several rows back, but the light is pulling her forward, right into the doctor's (and the audience's) space.

This trick is used several times. here, the doctor and sky are talking right after she's been possessed and the lights have gone off. the flashlights bring the other riders directly into the space- no privacy and no isolation for something that should probably have both.

Here, the doctor is talking about sky to the other riders. see how the light pulls her forward into his space? it’s impossible to not look at her, for both the audience and for the other riders.

in other scenes, the opposite is used. here, the emergency lights have come back on. the doctor and sky are talking again. the other riders are gone from the shot, and the lighting is casting both in a halo. it creates an isolated and intimate scene, and puts the doctor and sky into the same spot. for the audience, this is scary (he is alone with the creature) and for the riders it ties him with her.

not about lighting, but relevant: the doctor does this unintentionally several times in the episode. when he speaks with her at the beginning, it’s alone. when he goes to help her, he makes everyone back off except for him. when he talks to her, he tells everyone else to shut up. even after he decides that it’s a bad idea to talk to her, he repeatedly tells everyone else to stop and then immediately goes and does it himself. we watch him become the only person properly tied to sky- two loners, two travelers, two non-humans, and two unknown elements.

back to lighting. sky is often lit up in a spotlight. people point flashlights at her, she stands Just So under a bus light, ect.

it's an interesting parallel to the creature's life before the bus, under the bright, hot, toxic light of midnight. interestingly, the creature does not describe it that way:

SKY: He's waited so long. DOCTOR: He's waited so long. SKY: In the dark. DOCTOR: In the dark. SKY: And the cold. DOCTOR: And the cold. SKY: And the diamonds. DOCTOR: And the diamonds. SKY: Until you came. DOCTOR: Until you came. SKY: Bodies so hot. DOCTOR: Bodies so hot. SKY: With blood. DOCTOR: With blood. SKY: And pain. DOCTOR: And pain.

it's instead the opposite: dark and cold. but it's definitly talking about midnight, from the way it mentions the diamonds. this isn't really relevent, just interesting. maybe the creature is blind, or has no sensation at all until it takes on a host. who knows! anyway.

back to lighting: sky's spotlights. it's a great way to other her, and to really foster that sense of unease for the audience. (sidenote. her actress really put her whole back into this. she's so unsettling.)

another interesting lighting tidbit is the colors. the lighting inside the bus is all warm and yellow and a bit dim, even when things get scary.

versus the light from outside on midnight:

it's cold, bright, and blue. it's a great way to denote that the light is dangerous and different. and sometimes:

it comes inside! before the creature gets settled into sky, and really starts making strides towards possessing her, and before the emergency lights come on. the cold blue light of the flashlights (the first things used by the riders to other sky!) mimic the light of midnight. fantastic! even later, when the creature is fully ingratiated with sky, you ca see subtle light differences:

the inside lights are warm still, but far brighter on her. and more importantly: look at that tiny tinge of blue on the doctor! midnight is getting him now! it's so cool like it's so cool. woohoo!

i would just love to get my hands on whoever was in charge of the set design and the lighting design for this episode and pick their brain for few hours.

SOME OTHER RANDOM STUFF:

i recommend everyone read goblin market! it's the poem that deedee quotes. while not really tying fully into the themes of the episode, it's a wonderful poem, and the choice of lines for deedee to use was great.

the rose screen in the bg gets me every time!!! as does deedee's mention of the lost moon of poosh! yes GOD. i love when they sprinkle in stuff like that all season. like sooo much. the impact bad wolf had on my psyche as a kid is immeasurable LOL.

the acting in this ep is just phenominal. -lesley sharp (sky) is AMAAAAZING, she's so scary and i cannot imagine how hard it was to sync all those lines up! sharp's use of expression and body language is so very dead on, and so delightfully scary without ever dipping into corny effects or silly faces. -tennant is also on fire here. again with the syncing. like how much did they have to practice all that. he's great with expressions as usual. you know the drill. great actor, swag expressions, let's go white boy! -deedee and the professor do a great job of selling themselves as a student/professor duo. the ways deedee reacts to the professor's worse moments are especially masterful! -val and biff and jethro also do a wonderful job and being a messy luttle family. val's actress especially feels so real- i have met that woman 100000 times.

obligatory shout out to the merlin guy (sorry)

the scene at the end of the episode, between donna and the doctor is just... it's so much. they're both very reliant on each other as friends, and it's sweet. the acknowledgement that the doctor is taking this more seriously (like straight up i'd say it's truama) then usual when donna repeats him and he tells her not to? and that's the final line of the episode. CRAZY! we normally get something chipper and upbeat, even on sad episodes.

this is just interesting to me, but: we never see the tardis! not even once, in the whole episode.

i also think setting all of this in a spa ('luxury planet"), of all things, is really fun. it's a nice way to imply that they do, like, actually do stuff off screen. he really IS taking his companions to see nice things, like spas in space. it's like the time rose is telling micky about all the places she's been with the doctor, and it's nothing we've seen on screen. just a nice detail. also, access to all time and space, and she chooses a SPA? it's VERY donna.

TLDR:

episode good. the use of mob mentality and isolation make for a great episode. the lighting and set are fantastic. the acting is top-notch. doctor who should have a budget of $3 again i think it would fix me.

#mi #thank you for the ask!!!!!!!!#dw #sorry for the length.. this isnt even all my thoughts X_X it's the episode EVERRRRR

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