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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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#JusticeForYuu

Warning: long rant coming up. Mentions of PTSD and Trauma.

So I recently read this manhwa called ‘Ashtarte’ and let me tell you, compared to other manhwas that I’ve read, I’ve never felt more vindicated or satisfied by the way it handles trauma and forgiveness.

Basically, the main character is a young princess, about ten or eleven or twelve I can’t remember, who has spent her entire life being treated like nothing by her entire family for no pretty much no reason at all. Trust me when I say that the neglect and emotional abuse she undergoes is awful and after a while, she realises that she doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. She mentally and emotionally emancipates herself from them and makes a family with her small handful of servants that live with her in her broken down house (let me tell you, they all love and protect her so much. Her mother figure/ best friend/ maid is the absolute GOAT), telling them that she won’t waste any tears on her bio family anymore. And when her bio family beg for forgiveness after she makes a very obvious effort to ignore and stay as far away from them as possible, she tells them that if they want her to even consider forgiving them for all the pain they put her through, they need to wait 10 years just like how she spent ten years all alone, trapped in that house, waiting for someone to love her. Even after the 5 year timeskip, she still doesn’t give them the time of day whilst they send her letters and mountains of gifts (that she never opens) and when she meets them again because of some obligatory family thing, she tells them point blank that there’s a chance that she’ll never forgive them and there’s nothing that she wants from them so just leave her alone and just walks out as they all suffer in their guilt.

And, let me tell you, as someone who has read a lot of female lead manhwas, I’ve never seen a FL not forgive a neglectful family - either they end up forgiven after an apology that lasts for like one chapter, or the MC gets her revenge and completely ruins them, or it’s an isekai story so now that a new person is possessing the main character, they finally decide to show interest and since the new character is either scared of them, is trying to gain their favour or has never undergone their horrible treatment of the host body, they just get off scot-free (A Match Made In Mana is a good example of this. Like the romance. Hate the fact that the older brother only started treating her right when another person isekaied into the main character - same thing with There Is No Place For Fakes)

Now what has this got to do with anime Disney boys you ask. Let me get to that.

Now I’m the kind of person that can hold a grudge - not that much in real life but very much so when it comes to fictional characters. If I was Jo March, I wouldn’t even be in the same room as Amy March after she burned the manuscript for at least a year. There are some characters that I just can’t stand because they never get the full consequences for what they put others through and I hate that so much (I’m not going to name names because a lot of them are fandom favourites and I don’t want to start a war).

What I’m trying to say is that why can’t there be a Yuu that doesn’t forgive the overblot gang/dorms for what they put them through? Because you have to admit that they way that they treated this homeless, magicless human with absolutely nothing to their name and that is, in every instance, at the bottom of the food chain was awful. And I’m not talking about the overblots - they were clearly in the midst of a mental breakdown and weren’t in the right state of mind. But how would you explain everything that they did pre-overblot? When they are fully conscious of everything they did. Riddle even admitted after his overblot that he knew that he was being harsh but he still did that stuff anyway.

I know that we have to forgive everyone for the sake of the plot since we need Riddle in Book 2, Leona in Book 3, Azul in Book 4 and so on and so forth but when I remember the torment that Yuu faces, I just want to tell them all to take a hike.

I know that these boys had horrible lives. I know that these are deeply traumatised individuals and that them overblotting was the only way for them to heal. But guess what? Going through trauma doesn’t excuse giving trauma to someone else? As Jake Peralta once said:

Confession Time - I was the anon that sent this: https://www.tumblr.com/shiny-jr/716948600309137408/hi-i-just-want-to-say-that-ive-read-all-of-your?source=share

And I still stand by what I said.

I just find it really annoying that when I search for angst fics it’s always the boys’ trauma or unrequited love or death or break ups - or maybe even something mentioning an overblot but I’ve never once found anything about the boys asking for forgiveness for what they did to Yuu prior to the overblots because once, just once, I want to read someone asking Yuu to forgive them and for Yuu to be selfish just once and say ‘no’

I know that I portray my fem!Yuu as this person that’s so sweet and forgiving and kind and soft and gentle but that’s because I’m obsessed with the dynamic of this sweet sunshine bubbly girl being a breath of fresh air to these villainous boys (and also because I kind of took some inspiration from my favourite princess, Snow White, and I based her a bit on Wendy Darling because I wanted her to be that ‘mature young girl’ who is very motherly but is still very much a fun-loving, imaginative child) but I just want a Yuu that is given the respect that they deserve.

I want a Yuu that actually experiences PTSD because of the treatment that they’ve undergone. I want them to hate the fact that their experience in NRC has changed them. I want them to hate that they’ve developed claustrophobia and a fear of the dark after they were forcefully imprisoned in Scarabia, I want them to hate how anything can trigger a PTSD-induced flashback, I want them to hate how Riddle’s jabs at their character and parentage still ring in their head after all this time, I want them to hate how whenever they’re submerged in water, all they can remember is what Azul, Jade and Floyd put them through in their attempts to get their home and family back. I want them to hate how often they get nightmares, how any second could be the day they finally get killed by any of these magic users who are far more powerful than them. I want them to look in the mirror and despise every single scar that litters their once unblemished body. I want them to hate how they had to ask the people who stripped them of their home and the only family they had in NRC for help in Book 4 because now they are indebted to them and they have no idea when Azul would want to cash that.

I’ve seen fics that have Yuu go through heatstroke during the marches in Scarabia and, as someone that not only has had heatstroke before but also had a really scary fainting experience I headcanon that as well so how about a Yuu that turns down Kalim’s invitations because the sight of Scarabia reminds them of the hostility that they faced when they were the most vulnerable. How about a Yuu that tries not to hate Kalim because he’s a genuinely nice person and was the only one to welcome them with kindness but can’t help but feel bitter whenever they hear the housewarden excuse Jamil’s behaviour when they still remember how they were locked up against their will.

This fic by linawritestwst and this fic by the-hearteater portray what I’m talking about really well. (taxonomize our differences by Jemimimi does a really good job of illustrating how being in Twised Wonderland affects Yuu’s mental health - there’s an incredible scene where Yuu has a panic attack and teaches Grim how to help them out of it. I nearly cried because their sense of self worth is so low and suicidal tendencies are so unstable that in multiple points of the story they try to get other students to kill them and Yuu my baby 😭)

When I go through the Rollo x reader fics, the majority of them are either yandere or the usual fluff. But Rollo can actually be a good friend for Yuu to have. Whilst their mentalities are different, they both agree that magic is dangerous - with Yuu being a victim of said magic. I honestly think that, if he wasn’t written as the big bad of the event, he could’ve been a really good ally that would understand Yuu’s pain of not only facing overblot after overblot but their helplessness of being surrounded by magical individuals and not knowing whether they’ll be able to survive another day.

Everyone’s always like #Crowley Slander (which he rightfully deserves, I am thisclose to punting him) but don’t forget everything the boys did. I see fics where they stand up to Crowley for Yuu but the most they do is reference the overblots but never that they did horrible things as well. Crowley may have told Yuu to stay behind during the winter holidays but Jamil was the one who imprisoned us and prevented us from contacting our friends for help. Crowley may have made Yuu stay at Ramshackle (although to be fair Ramshackle is kind of the safest option - who knows what would happen to Yuu if their magical self was in an actual dorm, especially all of the female Yuus. I think living in isolation is kind of the best option for them when the universe is out to get them. Plus, the ghosts are amazing company.) but Azul was the one who made us homeless and had a shady business (that he still has even after the overblot). Crowley may have been blackmailing Yuu with food, shelter and money but Leona was the one that was sabotaging the students and Vil was the one that tried to point blank kill an innocent child in cold blood after making his childhood trauma and personal one-sided rivalry everyone’s problem for the weeks leading up to the VDC.

Everyone only treated them with respect after the overblot incidents - so they literally had to put themselves in danger and nearly die for them to be treated as not a nobody. When Riddle made those completely uncalled for jabs at Yuu, an innocent bystander, nobody said or did anything. Not Trey, who enabled Riddle’s reign of terror and quietly observed the suffering all of the Heartslabyul students (and then had the gall to tell adeuceyuu not to get angry at Riddle because of course tragic backstory = forgiveness), not Cater, who canonically has a hidden side so Yuu has more of a reason not to trust him, not any of the other card soldiers - no Ace, the one everyone writes off as a stupid tactless jerk that does badly in school and only causes trouble, was the only one that had the emotional intelligence to realise that Yuu’s feelings were hurt and was the only one who cared to do something about it via sucker punching the tantrum-throwing tyrant.

(I can’t remember if Deuce did anything but he already stood up for us during the egg debacle so it’s okay he’s still my number one love)

(Also: Riddle is known to be incredibly strict with his dorm. It’s been said that Heartslabyul has the best academic record because of Riddle’s incredibly high standards. He also doesn’t take excuses from anyone even if they aren’t even in the wrong - which is seen when he exiles adeuceyuu from the dorm during the Mont Blanc Tart Incident where Trey tells Riddle that he was the one who told them to make the tart for the party and Riddle says that it was still their fault for not knowing the rules beforehand because of course a first year would have memorised all 810 rules by their like third day and it would be perfectly normal of them to ask a senior for advice on what to do. My question is: how many dyslexic students or anyone else with learning disabilities do you think Riddle has sent crying? How many students with less than stellar family backgrounds joined NRC only to find that they were sorted into a dorm that had a leader who not only holds their abusive mother’s teaching methods on a pedestal but is more than ready to hurl insults at anyone that disagrees with him? How many times had Trey seen an innocent student receive unfair treatment and kept quiet about it despite it being his job as a vice dorm leader and upperclassman to look after them?)

I know that so many people want Yuu to overblot or go through their villain arc so that the boys can be put in that place but why do we even have to go that far? If Yuu did have magic they would have overblotted ages ago but even so why do they need to have a mental breakdown so that others could see where they went wrong? Remember an overblot can kill its host and Yuu doesn’t need another near death experience.

I want Yuu to be like Ashtarte and just have a small circle of friends and family in Ace, Deuce, Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts and tell everyone else to bog off. I want Ace, Deuce and Grim to be like the maid, Leona/Loena - different translations have different spellings (she is such a protective mama bear I love her so much. She literally calls out royalty to their faces, is ready to throw hands with the entire world and is willing to risk her own life for Ashtarte’s happiness) and act as Yuu’s guard dogs to prevent anyone from coming near them. Ace, Deuce and Grim have been there since the beginning, they’re Yuu’s ride or die besties that know what they’re going through, they’re platonic soulmates who can clearly see the emotional turmoil on weighing down on them. I want them to witness how Yuu is affected by their PTSD with their panic attacks and nightmares and bouts of depression and dissociation and then doing their best to learn how to help them. I want Yuu to refuse to step foot in another dorm and just go to NRC for classes and then disappear into Ramshackle. I want Ace and Deuce to run interference in case anyone approaches their friend because can’t you see that they don’t want to talk to you, who’s not afraid to stand up to anyone be it teachers or upperclassmen because haven’t they done enough damage.

Yes, Ace is a jerk but he’s not a mean bully of a jerk. He’s just a stupid tactless teenage boy who just needs to be humbled once or twice - he’s completely harmless unlike Sebek and his humanphobic bigoted butt who should definitely keep his comments to himself because Yuu already has enough troubles without someone reminding them of how inferior their species is.

I want these boys to feel guilt - not because of their overblots but because they were actually horrible people before they tried to kill a defenseless, magicless human. I want Yuu to not only lose trust in the main characters but also with everyone else because they never know who would hurt or betray them next - who would be like Trey or Rook and enable bad behaviour, or who would be like Azul and take advantage of their weaknesses, or who would be like Jamil and pretend to be their friend and then stab them in the back. I want a Yuu that’s tired of being manipulated and used by everyone and is just done with everything.

As much as I love parental!Staff, you have to admit that canonically, they’ve done a pretty bad job of looking after Yuu so how about a Yuu that doesn’t trust adults because they’ve shown no interest in actually being someone that Yuu can open up to. Also, Azul was able to get away with everything he did was because he had Crowley in his pocket - who’s to say that he doesn’t have other adults under his thumb as well? (We know he doesn’t but how can Yuu be sure)

I want Yuu to be friends with Neige because he seems like such a sweetheart and I really don’t like how I see fics putting him down just to make Vil look good. As I mentioned above, Snow White is my favourite Disney Princess and sharing a spot with Pooh Bear as my favourite Disney character so a darling boy that is inspired by her would be an awesome friend to have - and he has never caused Yuu physical, verbal, emotional or mental harm.

Don’t get me wrong. I know that this is making me come off as a hater but I just want some justice for Yuu. They deserve absolutely nothing that they go through and I want happiness for them.

Also, on a completely unrelated note, I may have been listening to Numb Little Bug a tad bit too much.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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braidlottie · 7 months

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and i used to believe, no one could love you like i do.

pairing: lottie matthews x gn!reader

summary: having dinner with your estranged mother and girlfriend beside you already sounded like a bad idea to begin with. but like always, your mother still managed to reel you in.

word count: 1.4K

tags: h/c (hurt/comfort), reader has mommy issues, soft!lottie!!!!’!! :((( like very soft and gentle :(, crying, arguing, somewhat happy ending, reader likes spongebob?! possibly self indulgent but everyone can enjoy 🩷

title inspired by voyager by boygenius

also, happy halloween!! 🎃

“you ready, honey?” your girlfriend’s voice bringing you out of your thoughts, her hand ready to ring the doorbell.

“uhh, yeah. i’m just a little nervous.” you wiped the sweat off the back of your neck. you couldn’t figure out why you were sweating in such snowy new york weather. you despised how anxious your mother made you, your heart about to jump out your chest at the sound of her name.

when your mother had called you out of the blue and asked you to have dinner, you were hesitant at first, thinking about the fight that the two of you had last easter that had your family talking for months. but lottie, being the angel she is, came along with you because she knew you needed the support. this isn’t lottie’s first time meeting the woman either. you introduced them to each other a couple months ago when the two of you first got together. your mother thought she was nice, but, she thinks she’s “way too old” for you.

“i got you, baby. i’ll be next to you this whole time, okay?”

*****

“what’s that?”

“um- a cake. i made it for you.” you smiled nervously at your mother, trying to hand it to her. “well, don’t just stand there, put it on the table. dinner’s ready, anyways.”

lottie watched the awkward and somewhat harsh interaction, a smile playing on her lips when she stuck her hand out to your mother.

“lottie, right?” it was your turn to watch this unpleasant exchange between the most important women in your life. “charlotte, actually.” lottie corrected, pursing her lips. it was silent for a while, just the sound of silverware clanging together while you were setting the table.

“hasn’t been giving you any trouble lately, i hope?” you saw your mother look back at you in the corner of your eye and lottie smiled back, trying to keep the mood light. “no, we’re just fine, thank you.”

“mom, i thought dinner was ready-”

“yeah. it is. i was just waiting for you to set the damn table.” she laughed to herself walking into the kitchen for the dish. you sat down with a huff, staring at the painting on the wall across from you. you just wanted it to be over. lottie sat in the chair next to you, taking your hand in hers and kissing it softly.

“okay, let’s eat.”

*****

“the food was fabulous.” lottie finally broke the silence. she wiped her mouth with her napkin, folding it up nicely next to her plate. “did you enjoy it, honey?” lottie put a loving hand on your shoulder. she knew you didn’t. it was spaghetti. you HATED spaghetti. ever since you were a little kid, you always shook your head at it.

you took the last sip of your beer and shrugged. “yeah, it was pretty good.” you spoke in a monotone voice, twirling your fork around in the half eaten noodles. you forced yourself to eat some, not wanting to start another unwanted fight with your mother.

“well, it looks like it wasn’t. you barely ate any of it.” she sipped her wine, shooting you a look. “yeah, because i don’t like spaghetti, mom.”

“what the hell? you loved spaghetti. it was your favorite.”

“no, i only ate it so you wouldn’t say i’m ungrateful, like you always do.”

“yeah! because you are.” your mother dropped her fork in anger, you felt the same when the unexpected sound made lottie jump.

“oh jesus christ-”

“i gave you a roof over your head, food, clothes on your back and shoes on your feet, and you act like this. so yes, that is why i say you’re ungrateful.” the women counted examples on her hand.

“that’s basic things a mother is supposed to do for their child, mom! i just wanted you to-”you clenched your jaw, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you.

“i just wanted you to reason with me. i just want to have a regular relationship with you, but you make it so difficult.”

“you’re the one making it difficult, y/n! you’re dating someone half your age, and no offense to you lottie, but y/n does not need to be in a relationship with you-”

“you can talk about me all you want, but leave my girlfriend out of it. i’m an adult, mom. okay? this is MY relationship, i don’t need any fucking body telling me that it’s wrong! because it’s not! we love each other, and you’re just upset that i’m happy.” you shot up out of your seat. lottie had never seen you so angry, she could’ve swore she saw steam coming out of your ears.

“get the hell out of my house.” your mother stood up now. “NOW. and don’t even think about coming back here without an apology.”

“not this time. i’m so sick of forgiving you and forgiving you and you end up doing the same thing i forgave you for each time.” you walked to the front door, grabbing your coat and beanie. “hope you like the cake.” you slammed the door with all your might, knocking a frame off the wall in the process and hearing it shatter from inside the house. lottie watched you walk back to her car in the blistering cold through the window, not sharing a word with your mother. she just grabbed her belongings and gave her one last look of disapproval. this time, the door was shut with a creek.

*****

lottie turned the heat on full blast, warming up the freezing car at a red light. she knew you were freezing, so was she. “you wanna go get something, sweetheart? a hot chocolate, maybe?” you shook your head and leaned closer to the window, resting your forehead on it. lottie was trying her best to cheer you up, but you just wanted to get home already so you could spend the rest of your night sulking in bed. the older woman sighed and pressed the gas, the green light glowing into the dark car. the snow had started back up, but it was light, making it okay for lottie to drive in.

the silence in the car was so loud, the two of you reliving the moments with your mother, but also trying to forget it at the same time. lottie had finally turned down her street, passing all the cars covered from roof to tire in snow. the car hummed gently as lottie parked it, chiming because she was too close to the curb.

the keys jingled in her hand when she turned off the ignition. “give me a hug, baby.” her voice scratchy, unbuckled your seatbelt, allowing you to crawl over the gear stick and into her lap. she slipped your beanie off, feeling your cold nose on her neck and how you trembled in her touch.

she kissed your temple, all that she was doing made the dam finally break behind your eyes. lottie watched you take a deep inhale, your face crumpling up and a sob fall from your mouth. “oh, my angel…” she trailed, just letting you cry it out.

lottie never wanted to say it in front of you, but she hated your mother. she hated the way she treated you. she didn’t even think you were her child because of how kind and caring you were. the two of you were the exact opposite. snow covered the windshield, your sobs muffled in lottie’s coat. you took your head out for some air, turning away from lottie. you looked into the gray night sky, resting your throbbing head on lottie’s shoulder. “i’m sorry.” you sniffled.

“don’t you dare ever apologize for something like that, you hear me? look at me,” she held you up by your arms, looking straight into your sad little eyes. “none of that was your fault, honey.” lottie wiped your cheeks, almost wanting to cry as well. you mirrored her nodded and she pulled you in for another hug. “let’s get inside and warm up, and i’ll put on a movie, okay? what do you wanna watch, darling?” the two of you got out of the car, your wet cheeks already freezing from the cold. “..spongebob.” mist came from your mouth, and did the same to lottie, when she chuckled lovingly at your answer.

“spongebob it is. let’s go sweetheart.” she held your hand, walking up the front yard to the door, kissing you reassuringly before you went in.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews fluff #lottie yellowjackets #adult lottie #lottie x reader

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violetken · 9 months

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what if megumi's mom never died?

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR JUJUTSU KAISEN MANGA!!!!!!!

(I’ve been thinking about Toji x Megumi’s mama so much and I decided to make a long rant about an AU where she lived! I’m not Gege, so take this with a grain of salt.)

To start off, it is canon that megumama was the only woman that Toji ever ‘truly gave himself to’. She made him a better person, and her death highly influenced him to do the actions we see in canon. That being said, if she was alive, ‘hidden inventory’ would be pretty boring. Toji wouldn’t assassinate Riko, and would ideally be working a random job in an office to provide for his family. However, Haibara’s death would still occur, and unfortunately, Geto would turn to the dark side. Geto was born cursed to begin with, and there are so many other factors besides Riko’s assassination that drove him insane.

Gojo’s personality had a significant change after Toji attacked him in canon. Since Toji never attacks him in this AU, I like to think his personality would be slightly different than we see now. Probably more annoying/immature. He also might not always keep his limitless technique on 24/7.

Megumi’s cursed technique would still be here in this AU, and therefore he still is Toji’s winning card against the Zenin clan. Toji likely would have more children with megumama as well, so there is a possibility of having other children with powerful cursed techniques. However, Tsumiki and Megumi would have no knowledge of one another, since Toji wouldn’t have married her mother.

Speaking of Megumi, he’d be a happier teen, and have a good childhood since he has both parents, siblings & an overall stable family life. His personality would be very different! I like to think he’d be a little bit more like Yuuji or even Gojo. In canon, he thinks his parents left him, and he had no one to rely on, which is why he behaves the way we see. In this AU, it is the opposite.

I believe Toji would allow Satoru Gojo to mentor and train Megumi. Megumi and Gojo would likely get along very well. Toji would form some what of an alliance with Gojo. Additionally, Toji would definitely train Maki & help her reach her highest potential. Toji & megumama might even take care of both Mai & Maki, knowing how cruel the Zenin clan was to them, and they all bond over their hatred of their clan. If Toji chooses to take both the girls under his wing, the relationship between the sisters would have been much much much stronger, and Mai likely wouldn’t have died.

In this AU, Sukuna and Kenjaku are still lurking and scheming. Therefore, Shibuya & the culling games & everything after would still occur, but certain things would just be a tad bit different. For example, Granny Ogami wouldn’t bring Toji’s soul back from the dead, and he wouldn’t wreck havoc. There is a 50/50 chance of Gojo being sealed. It doesn’t matter much though, because he will eventually be unsealed anyway.

If Toji interferes in the Shibuya battles that take place, there is a slight chance that deaths could’ve been avoided, such as Nanami & Nobara. However, the deaths of some characters seem unavoidable, such as Principal Yaga, Mechamaru & Grandpa Zenin. There is always the possibility of Toji dying in Shibuya too, but let's say that he survives Shibuya. Characters would still be heavily injured from Shibuya: Inumaki losing his arm, Maki & Nanami getting burns, Nobara & Nanami both losing an eye.

Since Mai is alive in this AU, the Zenin clan massacre likely would not have occurred. Megumi & Naoya would still fight over the position of the new clan head. With Megumi having support from Choso, Toji, his siblings, Maki, Mai, Yuuji, and literally so many more people, Naoya wouldn’t even be a problem & Megumi would win in a landslide….Therefore, the Zenin clan would go through vast changes, now that Megumi is in control, and has the help of Toji/Maki/Mai.

Sukuna likely would not have been able to possess Megumi. Instead, it likely would’ve been Yuuji’s body or maybe one of Megumi’s siblings (if they have special cursed techniques) bodies that Gojo is fighting in the current arc. Without Megumi/Sukuna’s shikigami, Gojo would have a much easier time defeating Sukuna. It won’t be easy to save the vessel while defeating Sukuna (we don’t even know currently in the manga what is going to happen…), so the chances of Sukuna’s vessel dying are 50/50.

After defeating Sukuna, the group likely would go after Kenjaku, and most likely return victorious. Gojo would put Geto’s body to rest once and for all.

Overall, Jujutsu Kaisen would be a bit less dark and would have a somewhat happy ending with most of the characters being alive (although some of them are not in good shape, but who gives af at least they are alive).

That’s it for now, let me know what you guys think!

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aquaquadrant · 23 days

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thoughts on the new character bios/interviews that the dreamworks twitter posted below the cut, as promised

so right off the bat, i’m trying to figure out when these interviews took place. it seems to be along the lines of a ‘where are they now?’ for the nublar six, so it’d be long enough after their rescue for them to be settled back in their lives. in terms of exact timing, my guess would be it’s 2-3 years before the time frame of chaos theory, and here’s why.

ben’s part mentions him starting college. if he was 14 during JWCC, he would be around 17 at the time of JW fallen kingdom (ie. during the epilogue scene) cuz it’s 3 years after JW. this would make him roughly 21 during chaos theory cuz it’s supposed to be around the same time as JW dominion (i think so, anyway, could be misremembering), which is 4 years after fallen kingdom. while it’s possible ben delayed his start at college bc of the whole ‘was stranded on dinosaur island for a while’ thing, starting at 21 seems pretty late. so this would most likely indicate the interviews were closer to the timing of the epilogue scene, maybe a year or two after (putting ben at 17-19).

more evidence: darius’s part portrays him as fairly well-adjusted and mentions him traveling to give talks, as we saw in the epilogue. we know that at the start of chaos theory, darius has been isolating himself for an unknown amount of time following brooklynn’s supposed death. i doubt ‘the dino times’ would’ve been able to get ahold of him for an interview.

final point: kenji’s part mentions his relationship with brooklynn and that “all is good in casa de kenji.” so like, it’s very unlikely brooklynn is ‘dead’ yet LMAO

the only thing that snags at me is sammy’s part saying she has her own ranch now. if this interview took place a couple years before chaos theory, she wouldn’t be older than 20. that’s a pretty damn young age to own and operate your own ranch- but since she comes from a family of ranchers, it wouldn’t be impossible. perhaps her family purchased some additional land for her to manage a smaller herd and they stay in close business with each other (providing surplus calves as replacement heifers for sammy’s herd, for example). either way, we stan a strong independent businesswoman.

also there’s the fact that they didn’t make one for brooklynn, when theoretically she would’ve still been alive at the time these interviews were done. but i think the dreamworks team might’ve just been concerned that ppl would confuse the timeline and use it as proof brooklynn is alive (full disclosure: i fully believe brooklynn is alive but ofc the show wants us to still think she’s dead) so i could see them leaving her out just for that reason.

now that the timeline junk is of the way, here’s more random thoughts.

yaz doesn’t seem to have returned to her career as an aspiring pro athlete (seems like something the interviewer would’ve mentioned if she had). this feeds my headcanon of her retaining permanent damage to her ankle quite well. also, the trauma. sammy’s part says they “don’t have time to keep worrying about all that running for our lives stuff.” maybe that’s part of it: yaz decided to just settle down and enjoy the quiet life on the ranch. good for her!!

kenji opened up a climbing school?? that’s random as fuck but i’m here for it. on the surface, it seems like the kinda thing rich tourists would sign up for- y’know, the ppl who travel to exotic places around the world to climb shit. but it’s actually a super useful skill to have in a post-dinosaur world, and kenji knows all too well how important these kinds of skills are for survival. so for me, it’s a choice that reflects the maturing he did during his character arc.

i’ve seen some ppl speculating that yasammy might’ve had a breakup/relationship issues. i sincerely hope that’s not the case- at the time of the interviews, they seemed to be in a very committed relationship, but since that was prob a couple years ago i guess there’s a chance something could’ve happened after. fingers crossed i’m wrong and we’ll just get loads of wonderful yasammy content in the show🤞

i’m curious what ben went/was going to college for. considering the epilogue slated him as researching with mae on mantah corp island, i wonder if he’d pursue some kind of neuro/psych/animal behavior thing.

yaz anxiety mention! god please let the show delve into all the PTSD these kids must’ve brought back from the island.

every new bit of info we get has me so excited like can the show just drop already 😩⚰️

#jurassic world chaos theory #jwct #jwct spoilers #camp cretaceous #jwcc

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suzukiblu · 4 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

call me cute and feed me sugar

when I see myself, I always know where you are

I'm all yours but you're all mine

a fake cryptid and a real romantic

when you don't believe, that's why you fail

Well, I did "think pink" last week, so it's only appropriate to do all the other DC WIPs I've got going on AO3 this week, right? There's five of them right now, it's just natural! Can't be helped! Totally has to be done!

And just to remind you all, I’m totally cool with people requesting multiple WIPs, but I’d prefer if you sent them in multiple asks! Just a little easier for me that way.

snippet from “call me cute and feed me sugar”:

Tim is pretty sure the date went well, since Kon seemed to enjoy playing with the sensory exhibits, cleaned his plate at the restaurant and finished Tim’s own entrée before going back for dessert, and spent half of the planetarium show star-dazzled and the other half of it making out with him in the back row, and then gave him a goodbye kiss he still hasn’t emotionally recovered from. Like, that seems like a successful date? Or reasonably successful, anyway.

Planning ahead with a side of psychological analysis has once again paid off, Tim is pleased to note. Definitely worth making the fake IDs.

Tim snuck way too many pictures, probably, but it’s whatever. Kon didn’t seem to mind, the times he’d caught him. Now he’s gone and set a standard, though, so he’s not sure what he should do for their next date. He’s got to plan it, obviously; he can’t expect Kon to.

Tim is in his room and already three layers deep into the corkboard he’s planning date options and gift ideas and “is Kon getting enough calories?” math on when Kon texts him, and he stops in the middle of listing the pros and cons of a smart watch as a second-date present to read it.

He may or may not have given Kon his own text alert and ringtone, but that’s his own damn business.

#meme #wip wednesday #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon #long post

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createserenity · 6 months

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A really random and boring observation about Good Omens

At this point I’m just spotting new weirdness every time I go looking for screenshots of the previous weirdness I was looking at.

This one is with the double yellow lines and how they fade in and out seemingly at random. I’ve tried to explain the inconsistency away, but this is a set not a real road and the lines shouldn’t do what they do. It’s also not due to water because although yellow lines on the road can show up more when the road is wet quite often the wet patches on the road in GO are right over where the lines should be and they are still really faint. If the lines were painted on they’ve either had to repaint them in order to make them inconsistent or the lines are CGI-ed (which I think they might be because sometimes they look like they aren’t quite real) and they are either making a mistake with the CGI or are deliberately brightening and dimming the lines.

Anyway here’s timeline of what I mean (under the cut):

Episode 1:

The double yellow lines are there. Also we are flown right under the car when Crowley arrives, which seems like an unnecessarily complicated camera move if they aren’t trying to draw attention to the road surface in some way.

Anyway the lines stick around at this level of brightness until the end of the episode.

Episode 2:

The angels arrive. The lines are quite patchy but I think brighter than before.

When Crowley and Aziraphale leave the pub the lines are very light to the point where you can’t see them at all behind the Bentley.

They’ve pretty much gone entirely when Crowley walks to the Bentley at the end of the episode during the “our car” scene.

Oh, but wait suddenly they’re super bright (and the street is much wetter).

And oops, they’ve gone again (and the street is dry).

Episode 3:

Jim looks out the window. Notice how the street is wet around the gutters where the lines should be but they aren’t there, so it’s not wet=the lines are brighter.

Aziraphale leaves and there’s a hint of the lines and the parking space on the left. This is the faintest they have been.

They sort of fade in a bit more as he drives away. This is what makes me think they are CGI.

Then we come to Shax visiting the bookshop, which happens later that day. Look at those lines now! The brightest they ever appear, on both sides of the road (and the space is clearly marked as well).

Episode 4:

The next day Aziraphale returns from Edinburgh to brightly painted lines although not as bright as they were the day before, especially not around the parking space which looks more worn and dirty than it should, particularly since the street is wet (and in combination with his bizarre parking I wrote about here this seems really odd to me).

Episode 5:

Crowley arrives before they invite people to the meeting and the lines are there but not as bright as in the Shax scene, although this might be due to the lighting, which is very bright here and might be washing them out.

We only get a few more brief glimpses, when Jim goes to jump out the window, when Ms Cheng heads to the ball and when Mrs Sandwich heads to the ball, which is the clearest example. Notice how the lines aren’t dirty at all here.

Episode 6:

The next time we really see the lines is all the way at the end of the series when Crowley takes Maggie and Nina out of the bookshop. They’re bright, but dirty and patchy (we saw them clean with Mrs Sandwich just a few hours before).

They stay bright when Aziraphale is leaving with the Metatron – look how clean they are again.

Then Crowley drives away and the lines are dirty and scuffed again.

Why might this be?

Well if the lines are painted on the set then some of the dirtiness and scuffing might just be due to the fact that the scenes will be filmed out of order and the constant moving of equipment, cars and people might have made them dirty over time. This doesn’t explain the times when the lines are barely there though. What might explain that is post production lighting, where they turn up the brightness of the scene so much it washes the lines out and no one worries about it because they aren’t an important detail. It could also be a CGI mistake where they are generating the lines post production and the software isn't quite generating them properly and doesn't know how much to darken/brighten them depending on how wet the road is and also varies the dirt and fading ebcause its generating them fresh for each new scene. I don't know enough about CGI to really comment on the likelihood of this!

I should add, I don’t like set wear as an explanation, in particular because it takes months of use and exposure to weather for yellow lines in real life to show that much wear and this is an indoor set so I don’t think it’s what’s happening.

I tried to fit in the brightness of the lines to in-world explanations such as whether Aziraphale is in the bookshop or not. Or how much danger is around at the time. Or whether there are demons present or not. None of those seemed to work, but I'm not very good at correlating things like that so maybe someone else could fit them into something. The only explanation I could come up with that fits is that it’s a mistake or time in the GO universe isn’t working properly. So basicallly this post was just to point out the weirdness. If someone else can fit it in to an actual explanation I'd love to know what it is. Or maybe it's all just a filming error?

Anyway, now I've got that out of my system I'm going back to relationship dynamics in my next post. 😂

#good omens 2 #good omens meta #except not really #it's just an observation #I've remembered to put a cut into my super long post - wahoo!#whickber street weirdness #double yellow lines #good omens

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copperbadge · 9 months

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Have we found a tumblr replacement yet? Apparently the latest “live” shenanigans were the thing that it took to break me. I’m not trying to stir shit, I’m just mostly here for you and a couple other blogs, so I’m going wherever you go.

I wish, but unfortunately not so far. I mean, I've talked a little about how I'd like to find one but there aren't really any viable ones right now, and there may not be a fandom mass-migration for years still. I'm more likely to follow the crowd than blaze a trail in this case, so it may be some time. For now my only real tactic is to simply not engage with staff or support at Tumblr in any way, and accept the changes as gradual steps towards the site's demise with as much serenity as I can muster.

I've already accidentally opened Tumblr Live twice while trying to navigate the app, which I'm sure is intentional, given I've now suddenly opened Tumblr Live twice since its inception instead of Zero. Relatedly, I would love to see them redirect that passion into making the "Mute Notifications" button actually work, but mine is not to reason why.

Anyway. There are options available, like obviously there are other social media platforms, but none have quite the combination of "easy to use" and "has a lot of people on it" and "Offers the same functionality" (photo and video hosting, an app, etc) even with an "ease of use" and "functionality" that are as crap as Tumblr's.

For example, Dreamwidth is great, but it's a Livejournal code fork so it's a very different format from Tumblr, more labor-intensive to make and share posts (no reblog function, image embedding can get a bit complicated, etc). CoHost is new and very promising but a bit of a ghost town right now -- I'm there and I've had a bunch of people find me there but still exponentially less than are on Tumblr. Pillowfort I still need to re-investigate; I'm there as well but it's been a while since I looked in, and I was struggling with the functionality previously. I had a look at Mastodon, but as positive as decentralized servers could be for the future of social media, I actively dislike the idea, and it also seems difficult to set up and complex to maintain. Discord is....there, and a lot of fandom stuff has shifted there, but its structure is very different and it's also decentralized, and also I hate it passionately and refuse to use it, so that's a no-go for me, though I suspect it's where fandom might end up.

If you're struggling with accessing tumblr directly, you might consider feeding the blogs you follow to an RSS reader -- I know people who do that and find it pretty functional, because then if they want to comment they can just pop open the specific post and deal with it directly. I don't know how much you know about RSS and I don't have the energy to fully explain it right now, but NetVibes is a pretty decent free RSS reader and it's what I use for certain blogs outside of Tumblr.

In any case, if I do find a place, or if I see the migration beginning, I'll sound the alarm :) In the meantime I'm still reading through my tumblr, stashing away posts to save off when I leave, even if that'll be a while.

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via-the-cryptid · 8 months

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Fun idea:

While living in the Treehouse, Snow Queen starts to mom Finn (And probably calls him Gunther? Who knows) because he is a kid, and she and Simon live there so obviously he has to be their son right? Now they are a family and Simon its never going to leave again.

Also Simon unwittingly starts to dad Finn around because he is Simon and he cant go around wthout adopting a child.

Finn feels a little weird because, while he already had Joshua and Margaret, these two are humans (Or in case of Betty, mostly human) and he doesnt know how to feel about it. His relationship with Simon could be extra awkward depending if the events of The Citadel already happened and Martin is already going around.

sir ma’am or mx you are a genius.

I’m thinking the Sugar Snow War takes place before Finn goes on his dad quest, so at this point he’s still under the impression that he’s the only human around… except for Simon, who they pulled out of an icicle a while ago and who they haven’t seen much of since he went to the Candy Kingdom. he used to visit a lot when he was in Wizard City, but after that he sort of went quiet. now he’s back, with the Snow Queen who’s utterly doting on him and seems very clingy, and with Marceline, who’s a mix of happy that her adoptive mom got her beloved back, and absolutely pissed that her ex tried to imprison said beloved for blackmail purposes and then went on to destroy her mom’s entire kingdom. Marceline leaves shortly after making sure that SQ and Simon will be good to stay at the treehouse (Jake said yes and what Jake says goes), but that just leaves them with Snow Queen, Simon, Finn, Jake, BMO, Shelby in the walls, and also Gunther, who keeps disappearing randomly (presumably to also be in the walls).

and then Finn comes down from i go stroom for breakfast the next morning, and Snow Queen has already set a place at the table for him next to the penguin and Simon is making pancakes, which is Weird, and Jake is already eating the pancakes, which isn’t as weird but it is a little odd that he’s not the one making them. apparently these two want to contribute to the household or something? Finn doesn’t really mind, the pancakes are good and Snow Queen is being pretty civil.

then it starts to get a little weirder.

she put snacks and a couple ice knives in his backpack before he went adventuring, ‘just in case’? she asked if he remembered his sword and said to have fun in the dungeon? she’s offering him life advice that is probably very illegal but not actually that bad? y’know what, maybe he will beset a wizard with penguins the next time they try to take his stuff. Magic Man has it coming, anyways.

it sort of reminds him of his mom — Jake’s mom first, but Finn’s mom, too. she’d done this sort of thing with a little less crazy and a little more sensibleness, but it’s the same gist anyways. it’s only when Snow Queen tries to fix his hair before putting his hat on him and calls him Gunther that he realises she’s trying to parent him.

and honestly, he doesn’t know that he’s really that opposed to it. sure, it’s kinda weird, but she’s not actually hurting anything. Simon’s been following her example to some degree, helping Finn with puzzles and artifacts, telling him about human stuff from the past, suggesting new tricks and games to try, but it doesn’t really feel like Joshua’s ‘tough love’. it’s something different, something Finn doesn’t really remember experiencing before — the closest thing he’s had to this is Jake, who’s definitely never been quite so parental about his worrying.

honestly, his only questions at this point are whether it would make Marceline his older sister if Snow Queen and Simon tried to adopt him (it would), and whether Jake is getting adopted too (he is).

(side note — Finn isn’t quite so messed up about Martin in this au because as soon as the events of the Citadel have played out, he walks himself straight over to the Snow Kingdom and lays on the floor until someone asks him what’s wrong, and then he gets to have Family Therapy with his third set of parents, since the first are half-unavailable and half-terrible, and the second are no longer around. He also gets to hold a penguin the entire time which is very therapeutic and does not leave him with the desire to rip Martin’s arm off.)

#adventure time #snow queen au #betty grof #simon petrikov #petrigrof #petrigrof role swap #found family #finn the human #jake the dog #marceline abadeer #princess bubblegum #answered asks

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razorblade180 · 6 months

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Captain Catch Up

Aether:It’s been a while since we got together like this. What’s the occasion?

Keqing:It’s important to touch base every so often. I’m sure a few of us have things worth mentioning? For example, How’s Lyney?

Amber:I passed his training awhile ago. He’s pretty tenacious, although he still has a few things to iron out. Him and Dehya seem to get along pretty well though.

Kokomi:I’ve actually appreciated her progress a lot when it comes to supporting Miko. Nahida has given her high marks as well.

Klee:She’s very nice to me! I don’t get hurt as much.

Aether:Well Chongyun, it sounds like you’ve trained another talent.

Hu Tao:Oh brother, don’t praise him too much. He will go from blue to red in no time. Also, what’s one or two good eggs under his wing.

Chongyun:One or two? There’s three at this table! You’re one of them!

Ayaka:You do good work.

Ganyu:Thank you for your efforts. How’s Freminet coming along?

Chongyun:He’s really hardworking. Truthfully,there’s not too much to really show him aside from team building.

Yanfei:Let’s address the elephant in the room shall we? Do we think anyone should be promoted to Captain? We’ve gained so many new friends and they’ve all got talent. I’m sure a certain someone in here would like to stop being the newest member.

Wanderer: Don’t really care either way. I’m sitting here right now because it’s mandatory.

Aether:I thought you’d be happier. This is technically your first meeting. You’ve escaped it for a decent time.

Wanderer: I don’t see the point in this. It’s not like we aren’t constantly crossing paths one way or another. My work speaks for itself. As well as my thoughts on who I see as…useful.

Yoimiya:Aw, is that your way of saying Faruzan is great? You gave her a crown! You two might as well be a dynamic duo. A trio if we include Diona.

Wanderer:No comment.

Amber:Lyney isn’t ready yet, but I’ll keep an eye out.

Yoimiya:He needs a few more laps around the block for sure.

Ganyu:It kinda sounds like you two are just gatekeeping pyro archery…

Keqing:I nominate Nilou.

Everyone:Ooooo

Keqing:It only makes sense. I constantly have to coordinate with her on who got to call on which dendro user during events or abyss. Not to mention the blatant fact she has pushed beyond simply performing her niche.

Ayaka:She is constantly going back in forth with my brother. And now that Furina and Yelan are here…

Yanfei:She’s always on a roll. It really wasn’t a lie whenever she said “Every hydro and dendro has a home and forwards her ideas.”

Kokomi:I nominate her as well.

Aether:Well if there’s no objections?

Everyone raises their hands and claps three times.

Keqing:Good. I’ll tell her the news. Now speaking of Furina…

Aether:I can’t let her have the satisfaction of progressing this fast.

Hu Tao:Ha! You’re so petty.

Yoimiya:I haven’t spent the most time with her but I’ve seen Noelle recently and noticed the healers in our group really giving it their all. I think she’s earned the ego boost.

Yanfei:She’s kinda crazy Aether. I was putting up numbers.

Klee:Same!!! It’s been sooo long! I’d always call for her if she wasn’t so busy.

Ganyu:She is certainly popular. Honestly it might be better for her to stay on calm instead of being a Captain. It’s why Nahida is where she is; happily on call.

Aether:I can’t argue with that.

Chongyun:It’s not like you aren’t going to give her crown. Why act calm now?

Aether:It’s complicated. Also I think it would be criminal not to mention both Charlotte and Lynette have found comfortable footing.

Wanderer:Boasting about your own teaching?

Aether:No one’s humble all the time. Anyways, I’m sure Furina will come is wondering herself about her progress. It pretty apparent how much she’s shaken things up. I’ll talk to her.

Keqing:If nobody else has anything to mention, we can call it? I don’t want to keep you all too long.

Chongyun:Who’s Navia training under?

Hu Tao:More importantly, what if she’s good enough for Captain? Poor little Noelle might feel some type of way.

Amber:Noelle has two crowns. Although you do have a point? Maybe have Navia shadow under her for the time being? She’ll learn the ropes and it’s a new leadership role for Noelle. I bet those two will get along.

Ayaka:Isn’t that a little risky to put two people so alike together in that situation.

Amber:I trained Lyney

Chongyun:I trained you.

Hu Tao:One of you was clearly a little agitated and the other try turning in their resignation and thought they were being replaced.

Chongyun and Amber: That’s neither here nor there.

#genshin impact #gi aether #gi amber #gi klee #keqing #sangonomiya kokomi #kamisato ayaka #chongyun #hu tao #ganyu #gi wanderer #naganohara yoimiya #yanfei

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desertdollranch · 1 year

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Earlier this month, American Girl re-released a whole lot of long-retired stuff from Kit Kittredge’s collection.

Kit herself never actually went anywhere. There was just nothing to buy for her. Doll, book, and that was it. But it’s the 20′s now, and AG is slowly turning the focus back to the historical characters. They’ve finally acknowledged that Kit is an icon and deserves to have the nice things that we all so desperately want to give her.

I was looking at the new stuff on the Wiki because I was curious to see if there were any changes made to anything. It’s part of the “homework” I do for the purposes of doll blogging. While doing that, I noticed that the page for each product mentions how much each item originally cost, alongside what it costs now.

For example: Kit’s school outfit.

This was first sold for $22 when it was released in 2000, along with the first half of Kit’s debut collection. Now they’re charging $38 for it, an increase of $16 or 72%. I thought that sounded a little excessive, even if 2000 really and truly was more than twenty years ago and inflation has gone wild since the pandemic began three years ago.

So I ran the numbers through the inflation calculator operated by the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics.

Look at that. It’s basically spot on. $22 in 2000, adjusted for inflation, is equivalent to $38.23 in 2023. I’ve been proven wrong.

I did the same calculation for her birthday dress and her pajamas, and those were both pretty much the same, since they were and still are similar in cost to the school outfit.

Now for her cute little scooter, made from a box of California oranges.

This was a later addition to her collection, coming along in 2006 for the price of $24. In 2023 it is now being sold for $50, a $26 or 108% increase. Let’s see how that tracks when adjusted for inflation.

Ooof. $24 in 2006 should only be $35.70 in today’s money, or $14.30 less than what it’s actually being sold for. So if this one feels a little overpriced, then it probably is, assuming that the materials and quality are the same. Both versions are made of faux wood, which means that the recently skyrocketing price of wood won’t affect this. Maybe there’s another increased cost somewhere that I’m not aware of. Or maybe AG has added a small nostalgia tax, a sort of “buy it from us or pay big bucks to someone selling it secondhand” reminder.

Another accessory that was brought back was Kit’s school lunch.

This set includes her metal lunchbox, an embroidered napkin, a cheese sandwich, an oatmeal raisin cookie, apple slices, and for some reason.... three whole entire raw carrots. (There’s nothing wrong with carrots, but like. When’s the last time you’ve even seen an adult eat three whole carrots for lunch. Carrots are huge.)

Anyway. It was sold for $16 when it was released in 2000, and now they’re selling it for $36, a $20 or 125% increase.

$16 in 2000 would be equivalent to $27.80, so her lunch set is overpriced by $8.20, assuming the cost of materials/labor have risen proportionally.

And finally, Grace the dog. Named for her distinct lack of grace and adorable clumsiness. Sold for $16 when she was released with the second half of Kit’s debut collection. Now selling for $28 which is an increase of $12 or 75%.

A 75% increase is very similar to Kit’s school outfit selling at a $72% increase, so my guess was that this is going to be a more reasonable price hike.

Adjusted for inflation, $16 in 2001 is now equivalent to $27.30, so Grace is in fact underpriced by 70 cents! Personally I think AG charges a bit too much for all of their doll pets, but that’s just me.

All of this was really surprising to me. Inflation happens so quietly in everyday life. It’s only been really noticeable in the last three years, when it seems like everything has shot up in price.

The inflation calculator goes all the way back to 1913. Now if you really want to see what those small changes look like after 90 years, check out how much a $150 doll like Kit herself would have cost in 1932, when her stories began:

You’d only need $6.71 in your pocket to bring Kit home. Imagine that.

#kit kittredge #numbers #data #<---see these tags for more posts like this #I love running the numbers when it comes to doll stuff

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turtleblogatlast · 8 months

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okay so just so you know, im literally in love with your prison!leo au, yesterday i spent like over an hour scrolling through the tag and i think i read every post at least twice (more for the comics). its combining ‘prison dimension has permanent effect on leo, and not just mentally’, ‘immortality angst’, ‘object or place having a form of sentience’, AND ‘leo is somehow made significantly younger than his brothers which very much changes their dynamic without him wanting it to’ all into one which is just amazing.

i love how you combined comedy and tragedy very well!! like, for example the idea of leo being mistaken for the youngest brother, than a son, then a GRANDSON, is kinda funny for a second, but when you think about it for more than a couple seconds its also. really tragic. this poor kid may never be able to fully grow up - not only is he likely going to outlive his whole family but hes also permanently in the body of a child, lacking a fully developed brain and maybe never having the full maturity of an adult (at least in path b, until hes able to find a ‘cure’, if ever). its just. so good!!

anyways aldjsldkksld enough of the gushing (i mean i could keep doing it for like two thousand more words, but if i did it would probably devolve into keysmashes at some point from the Grip this au has on my brain). i am curious, what would happen if leo got sick? i know you mentioned that things like a common cold wouldnt really affect him that much, but what about one of those sickness is that leaves you pretty delirious/feverish and can take you out in a matter of a week? (could be a type of mystic sickness or curse as well, where you don’t know if the victim will survive or not and the only option is to wait it out.) what would happen? would they sort of just decide that its better to find a way to temporarily kill him so his body could regenerate as new, or would they try to take care of him and see if they could wait it out, since i imagine it would be the only time he’d really let his family take care of him in that way. thats all assuming his body wouldnt just automatically find a way to heal the separate curse and he’d be well again within an hour (still not fully sure as to how his healing works, sorry!)

anyways, love this au and im going to be obsessed with it for the next Month thanks

[ cw: discussion of murder / discussion of mercy kill / risky behavior implied / ]

Omg I’m

So touched???

Thank you for enjoying my AU so much, it really makes me happy to hear this :’) This whole AU was thought up exactly because of my interest in the concepts you mentioned - particularly the one regarding the Prison Dimension having a permanent and visible effect on Leo.

I know I haven’t updated it in a while, but I am still working on it and have even finished drafting the next comic, I can’t say when I’ll finish it but this ask definitely pushed me to work on it more so thank you so much <3

As for your question- it depends! In most regular illnesses, Leo would get over them very quickly, only experiencing the briefest brush with the symptoms before his body throws it away, if that. If the illness is mystic in nature then things get a little more complicated, as you’re right in that it could potentially end up as an endless loop of the first part of whatever weird sickness he gets. So if the illness is something that instantly affects you in the worst ways, and it’s something you just need to ride out until it leaves…that can potentially be harmful. Of course, it needs to be a powerful illness to bypass the prison’s curse to that extent though. …then again, maybe something would prefer that for him, should it appear beneficial :)

As for whether the fam would decide to just…’reset’ Leo to get rid of the illness…that’s a tough one. It really depends on how long Leo’s been back, and even then, it’s not something they’d just do, it’s hard for them to even imagine really. More likely, a sickly Leo would merely try to find a cure himself in his delirium, and end up ‘reset’ along the way.

I hope my wishy washy answer was enough! And really, thank you so much again for the kind words, they mean a lot :’)

#p!l au ask #prison!leo au #murder implication #mercy kill implication /#risky behavior implied /#I swear I’m working on an update!#path A has turned out to be very hard to come up with a solid introductory comic for but I believe I finally got it 👌#anyway- ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#I still love my boy and his undead self to death #even if path b kinda makes him very sans Undertale esque at times lolol I swear it wasn’t on purpose

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velidewrites · 1 year

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When a neighbouring kingdom of Scythia begs for aid in the impending war, Prince Lucien is forced into a marriage with its princess.

He doesn't expect to fall for her handmaiden instead.

Pairing: Elain x Lucien

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, blood and injury; Eventual smut

Tags: Alternate Universe, Forbidden Romance, Angst, Pining, Forced Proximity, and everything else that makes two characters Go Insane, Complete disregard of the canon world map, More Tags on AO3

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Chapter I

Lucien was going to kill his father.

Perhaps not in the literal sense of the word, but Helion was about to get an earful nonetheless, and one that was sure to make him wish he’d never sired an heir to his kingdom. Right now, Lucien certainly regretted being one, anyway.

The least King Helion Spellcleaver could have done was deliver the message personally. It wouldn’t have made his news any more bearable, but still—the effort would’ve been appreciated. Instead, Lucien received the order from a very smug Jurian, who had not been able to stop talking about it since this morning.

Congratulations, son. You are now engaged to be married.

He’d been a fool to think this would never happen to him—had grown too comfortable in his role as courtier and emissary of Montesere to remember that above all, he was a prince. The only prince this kingdom had to offer.

The rational part of him, the same one he’d conveniently opted to hide away for the rest of the day, knew his father was not to blame. Helion had given him the freedom Lucien doubted any other heir could boast of—far across the continent, Prince Tamlin had been married two years already, despite only being a year his senior. But Tamlin’s kingdom had needed the alliance, needed the strength and wealth it offered—with Vallahan’s former might crumbling away generation after generation, their King had simply been left out of options.

Lucien’s father had options. Montesere, after all, had been prospering ever since Helion assumed its throne. Located at the southern centre of the continent, the country had become the very capital of music, arts, and academia. Scholars had travelled from across the Western Sea to lay their eyes upon his father’s thousand libraries, rumoured to host answers to any ancient questions they’d come to ask. Lucien, for one, had always thought they made an excellent spot for, well—less than scholarly activities.

Though, he supposed, everything depended on perspective. Getting his cocked sucked by a pretty, foreign researcher in a stash of books, for example, had definitely felt enlightening to him.

He would’ve given just about anything to sneak out there for the rest of the night. His kingdom, his title—anything for a moment of reprieve before his life fell into pieces.

If only.

The quiet knock on his door all but confirmed the helplessness of his situation, as though even the palace itself was intent on reminding him. Lucien let out a long-suffering sigh.

Another knock. “Lucien?” a gentle voice sounded, slightly muffled through the sandstone walls. “Are you in there?”

“Yes, Mother.” He rose from his bed, straightening out his somewhat rumpled shirt. “Come in.”

The door opened with a soft croak, and the Queen appeared.

“Still busy brooding, I see,” she observed, something twinkling in her russet eyes as she made her way inside, the silks of her gown trailing her steps. Their ivory colour offset her skin nicely—every year, the summer replaced its usual paleness with a delicate, shimmering tan.

“I think I’m allowed to brood a little,” Lucien noted, though a certain lightness managed to creep into his tone. His mother’s presence had always grounded him—calm and steady even when everything around him became too volatile.

The Queen hummed. “You certainly are,” she agreed. “But I think you’ve grown old enough now to not dwell on it for too long.”

Lucien couldn’t help but sigh again. “I just…forgive me, Mother,” he said. “I just don’t see how any of this is necessary.”

She angled her head, her long, auburn hair—the same shade as his own—shifting with the movement. “I think you do,” she mused quietly. “But you’re having a difficult time coming to terms with it.”

Well, shit.

“Don’t blame your father for this,” his mother continued softly. “He’s doing the best he can, you know.”

“Is he, though?” he snapped, the words leaving his throat before he could manage to stop them. Lucien cursed himself slightly as those russet eyes narrowed in reprimand.

His mother said, ever so patient, “You know he’d never put you in a situation from which you stand nothing to gain.”

“What do I stand to gain from this, Mother?” The question was almost desperate. “This…marriage?”

The Queen sighed, the sound so much like his own. “Lucien.” She gestured to the small table toward the back wall, where a large window overlooked the bustling city below. “Sit.”

Only when he rested his back against the chair’s wooden frame, wordlessly gazing outside, did his mother speak again. “You are aware of the threat to Scythia.”

Lucien nodded. “Yes.” Vaguely—the neighbouring kingdom had been unusually cryptic in their messages. Its main purpose was clear, though—Scythia was facing an imminent war, war that, if not contained, could very well escalate far beyond the country’s borders. A war threatened by none other than Rask—a kingdom that rivalled Montesere in all aspects but one. Their size, their infrastructure, their military might—Rask had it all. The only thing they did not have was a Queen.

For the Queen of Rask was now the Queen of Montesere—and Lucien’s mother.

So Lucien said, “You shouldn’t feel guilty about this, Mother. It was him who banished you.” He’d never spoken King Beron Vanserra’s name out loud. He was afraid of the anger that stirred within him from just a mere thought of the man—thought the Queen did not so much as flinch.

“It is not guilt I feel, but understanding,” she countered. “I know what he—what Rask—is capable of. I’d never wish such fate upon anyone.”

Lucien swallowed hard. “Why not send the army to Scythia, then?” he pleaded. “Why do we need all of this?”

“Because,” his mother pushed, “Like I told you, we do stand to gain from it. Montesere, your future kingdom, does. Lucien,” she said, her tone stern even as compassion shone in her eyes. “King Koschei’s daughter is his only heir. Scythia borders the Western Sea, cuts us off from its resources—a union with the Princess would mean access to them all, including their trade routes to Prythian. Do you know what this would mean?”

“I do,” he said, “But I also know we’ve been doing perfectly fine without them.”

Had it been arrogant of him, to demand so much? To be unwilling to take a wife solely for the political advantages she would offer? He’d always been a good courtier, had always served to the best of his country’s interests as emissary—perhaps…perhaps it was as prince that he would finally fail.

That tinge of guilt scraping at his chest only sharpened its claws as his mother said, “A good king always seeks to better his kingdom. To give his subjects the life they deserve.”

Father had done more than that, he wanted to say. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard you believe I can do, I will never be a better king than him.

But instead, Lucien only said, “I simply wish there was another way.”

His mother smiled at that at last. “Give it a chance, dear. She’s not the enemy. Besides,” she added, “I hear Princess Vassa is quite the beauty.”

“They all are,” Lucien murmured. Every princess, every lady he’d ever met had been beautiful—as though beauty was some sort of prerequisite to attend court these days. He did’t want a wife for her beauty.

He didn’t want a wife at all.

“All I ask, Lucien, is that you at least meet her before you decide your life has fallen apart.”

He huffed a small laugh. “That’s sure one way to put it.”

That familiar twinkle returned to her eyes. “You and your father both have a flare for the dramatic.”

Lucien took a breath—one last second to himself before his words cemented his fate.

“No chaperones,” he said. The last thing he wanted when meeting his future wife was to be surrounded by a battalion of noblemen and advisors. If he truly was to spend the rest of his life with Princess Vassa, he wanted to at least meet her without the pressure of their watchful eyes.

His mother’s smile widened—as though somehow, she’d read the thoughts racing through his head by merely looking at his face.

“I’ve raised my son well,” she remarked, though something like sadness hid behind her words. Lucien opened his mouth to ask—to make sure he’d done as she had wished—but the Queen had already risen from her seat, her back turned to him as she made her way out. “Make sure you’re ready—they arrive tomorrow,” she said.

And with that, she was gone.

***

At the very least, Lucien did not look half bad.

Unwanted or not, he supposed he did want his wife to think of him as handsome. He’d done his best to appear presentable—had even worked on his hair for the occasion. Most of the time, a single leather strap would suffice to tame the unruly, auburn mess—today, though, he’d woven small braids into it, letting them fall down his back and over his shoulder in a somewhat organised effort.

He’d made sure to select his own wardrobe, too, desperately wanting to avoid the palace staff gossiping on just how much he’d chosen to reveal to his betrothed. Montesere’s traditional clothing was loose enough.

The robe, a warm shade of ivory similar to the gown his mother had worn yesterday, hung over his body down to the stone floor, clasped just above his hips with a golden belt, engraved with his kingdom’s insignia—a large sun with a hundred beams circling it proudly. Two cuffs in an identical design adorned his wrists in traditional Montesere fashion, covering a large portion of his forearms before finally revealing the golden-brown skin of his arms, peering through the flowy sleeves of his robe. A careful, triangular cut opened the fabric slightly at his chest, enough to prove to the Princess that her fiancé did more than spend his days sitting around at meetings. He’d spent enough years of his youth in training to know politics were only one aspect of a future king’s rule.

Evidently, marriage was one of them too.

He was grateful Jurian was away, that he’d only be returning later in the afternoon—after Lucien and the Princess were acquainted. He probably would have found this entire ordeal hilarious, the prick.

Their first encounter had been arranged to take place in one of the drawing rooms on the lower level of the palace. It laid close to the throne room, as well as the libraries—if the conversation got too dreadful to bear, Lucien would have the convenient excuse of offering her a tour, spending the next hour or two discussing the origin of the marble pedestals adorning most of the spaces. The though itself, frankly, filled him sufficiently with dread—what if the meeting did go wrong? If they truly had nothing in common? Would they really spend the rest of their lives boring each other with endless talks of architecture? The Montesere Palace was sizeable, to be sure—but not nearly enough to cover a lifetime of being shackled to one another.

Deciding that one more hesitant thought would send him into a spiral of insanity, Lucien took one, last look into the mirror before striding out of his chambers.

His journey downstairs seemed no more than a haze. His body manoeuvred through the bright halls of sandstone and marble without his mind even registering the movements, too focused on the loud thundering of his heart.

The Queen had offered to keep him company for the first few minutes of their meeting, but Lucien insisted on going alone. The truth was, he admitted shamefully in the privacy of his thoughts, Lucien wanted to talk to the Princess without interference because somewhere, deep inside of him, there was still a glimmer of hope for another solution. Some ridiculous, wishful part of him was still hoping that perhaps, he could convince her that this union would ruin them both—that, with her on his side, they could find another solution. One that, if executed correctly, could appease all parties involved and eliminate the threat King Vanserra had posed to Scythia—and possibly, the entire continent.

And to do that, they needed to be alone.

When the large, ornate door of the drawing room finally stood before him, Lucien loosed a shaky breath, his palm tight on the golden handle.

He could do this.

Right?

Without another thought, Lucien opened the door.

The sunlight blinded him at first, the momentary flash enough to shield everything else from view. The drawing room, it seemed, had been directly linked to the outside terrace leading straight to the royal gardens. This was one of his mother’s favourite rooms, he realised. She and his father would often take their morning tea there, leaving the doors wide open to let the summer breeze become one with the space. He wondered if her choice of this place had been intentional.

If she hoped for him to fall in love, too.

Within an instant, his vision cleared, the room coming into full view at last.

As if of their own accord, Lucien’s eyes flickered to where the sun poured in through the windows.

To where the princess stood, illuminated by its soft, golden light.

Lucien stopped breathing entirely.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

So achingly beautiful, in fact, that he could not remember how to breathe air into his lungs again—could not decide where to look to take her in fully, for every inch of her seemed to make all thoughts evaporate from his head.

As though made of freshly harvested honey, her golden-brown hair dripped down her back in soft waves, glistening each time the outside breeze whooshed into the room. It framed her lovely curves, veiled by a gown of the lightest amethyst that hugged her body in the most delicious way he’d ever seen. There was little indication she was of regal descent—no crown, no tiara to lay atop her head, only the small, tear-shaped pearls adorning her ears, twinkling at him as they caught a ray of sunshine.

It was her eyes he liked the most, though.

Brown as a fawn’s coat, soft and warm and welcoming, the kind he’d want to bury himself in had the circumstances been different. Despite all the sunlight surrounding her presence, she radiated all the light, as though the sun merely reflected what she offered.

That was what this woman really was, Lucien decided then and there. Sunlight.

But then, another movement shifted the heavy air somewhere to the princess’s side, and Lucien’s gaze couldn’t help but follow suit.

The words escaped him. “You were supposed to come alone.”

For standing beside Vassa was another woman, a greenish cloak shielding most of her face from view—except for the cerulean eyes, now glinting back at him.

The princess hummed, and Lucien’s eyes darted back to her. “Of all the welcomes I imagined, this is definitely not what I expected,” she said, and damn her, even her voice was nice. Soft and melodic, like the first birdsong in springtime.

Forcing some shred of composure back into his body, Lucien cleared his throat. “We had an agreement, did we not?”

“We did,” she agreed, tilting her head slightly at him. “But, I’m sure you can excuse a woman wishing to protect herself in a strange country she’d never once stepped foot in.”

Lucien straightened. “Strange country?”

It was her turn to shift, her shoulders rolling back at the question in his tone. “Apologies,” she clarified, “Foreign is what I meant.”

It dawned on him then, for what might have been the very first time, that perhaps the princess wasn’t perfectly content with this arrangement, either.

Would it make his plans easier? He’d come into this meeting with a clear idea of how he wanted it to unfold—he’d done it countless of times as emissary. So why, this time, was he feeling so…startled?

“Well, Your Highness,” he began, “I can assure you that in this country, no matter how foreign, you will be well protected for as long as you remain here.”

Her brows knitted over those doe-like eyes. “As long as I remain here?” Confusion laced her tone. “I was under the impression my stay was more of a…” she hesitated. “Permanent nature.”

Gods. Had one look at a beautiful woman truly ruined his decade of experience as a courtier? In his twenty-four years of life, Lucien had never felt so tongue-tied.

So he said, “Forgive me.” He took a careful step forward. “Shall we…shall we start over?”

She seemed to relax at that. “I’d like that,” she said, and Lucien released a breath.

“My name is Lucien,” he offered, sketching a bow.

Her gaze followed the movement. “I…Vassa.” She offered a small curtsy of her own. “It’s a pleasure, Your Highness.”

“Just Lucien is fine.”

Vassa nodded. “Good.”

Something chirped in the background, and she whipped back toward the sound—to where a small flock of birds flitted over the gardens, swaying atop the warm, gentle wind. Her gaze seemed to fix on the sight, as thought temporarily mesmerised by the rolling green land sprawled beyond the terrace.

“Would you like to see it?” he found himself asking all of a sudden.

Vassa turned back to him. “Pardon?”

“The garden,” he said, gesturing behind her. “I could show you, if you’d like.”

Something glimmered in her gaze—a familiar flash of sunlight. “I would,” she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. He couldn’t help but wish to see it bloom in full.

He turned to her right, where the cloaked figure now moved an inch closer. “I understand your…handmaiden will be joining us?” He could only assume that was the role of the mysterious woman trailing the princess.

“I’m afraid that wherever I go, she goes.”

“I understand,” Lucien said. “After you, then.”

As they descended down the stone stairs of the terrace, there was no doubt in his mind that the stifled gasps he’d picked up had come from the princess, completely entranced by her surroundings as she took in the flora blossoming around them. She seemed to take a liking to the tulips in particular, her face filled with quiet awe at the flowers that bordered the main pathway. Her gaze followed each buzz she’d heard in the bushes, each trill up in the trees, each flash of colour she must’ve found foreign enough to pause briefly and admire it in full.

When she’d stopped by the sunflowers, tall enough to cast large shadows over the gravel they walked on, Lucien dared to remark, “You seem to be…enjoying this.”

She faced him again, a pink flush creeping up her cheeks. Lucien was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to touch it—to find out if it was as warm as her gaze as it locked on his.

“Well, yes,” she admitted. “I used to garden back home.”

That gave him pause. “Since when do princesses revel in gardening?”

She stiffened slightly—but then she asked, the question slow and careful, “You do things differently in Montesere?”

It wasn’t Montesere’s customs that made him surprised—here, ever since his father had taken the throne, women and men alike could engage in any activities they desired. No, it was Scythia and its elusive king that made Lucien question just how much he truly knew about the freedom the country offered.

“Yes—well, no. We don’t,” he said, silently cursing himself for stumbling over his words again. “I just…” Gods, her eyes really were beautiful. “I’ve never seen anyone show such…”

Vassa angled her head. “Yes?”

“Care,” he finally uttered.

She considered, tearing her gaze off him to look to the bright sunflowers again. She reached out a hand, her thumb brushing over one of the yellow petals, and Lucien realised there was a roughness to her palms—calloused skin near her fingernails, a few cuts at the back of her palm.

Her voice was quiet as she spoke. “Aren’t we supposed to care for the things we love?”

His mother’s words lit up some slumbering place in his mind. A good king always seeks to better his kingdom. To give his subjects the life they deserve, she said. Wasn’t that exactly what Vassa now spoke of? Care?

Love?

��Yes,” Lucien hummed. “I suppose we are.”

Maybe…just maybe, he could postpone his plans for now—could try and discourage this union later, when…when the time was right. When his head finally stopped spinning, as if dazed by her words, her eyes, her smile.

“Vassa,” he said, his voice strangely tight. “Tell me what it’s like for you—back home.”

She turned to him again. “I—”

“Your Highness,” a smooth, male voice sounded behind them. A guardsman approached quickly, moving past Vassa’s handmaiden to stand at his side. “Apologies for the intrusion, but the General has returned. Your advisors request your presence immediately.”

Excellent timing, Jurian, Lucien thought bitterly.

“Forgive me, Princess,” he said to Vassa, then smiled slightly as he teased, “This isn’t how I imagined our first meeting, either.”

Vassa laughed, the warmth of the sound practically sinking into his chest.

“I hope we can finish our conversation soon?” he asked. “I believe your formal introduction is to take place in the throne room this afternoon.”

Vassa’s smile faded. “Oh.” Had he said something wrong? “Yes—yes,” she repeated, and when her smile returned, it no longer reached her eyes—as thought it wasn’t the princess, but a different person now speaking to him tightly, her familiar warmth gone with the summer breeze.

Lucien tried again. “Perhaps we could discuss after that?”

But Vassa only nodded. “As you wish, Your Highness.”

***

The throne to his father’s left sat empty, for Lucien chose to stand instead.

Truth be told, anxiety had been trailing him ever since he’d left the meeting in the early hours of the afternoon. He’d been waiting for the evening to peer through the clouds at last, so that Vassa’s formal introduction to the court could proceed as scheduled. So that he could talk to her again.

He couldn’t explain it—couldn’t explain why he wanted to know more about her, but the only thing he could think of in that garden was to ask. About her home, about her garden, about the things that made her light up with a smile and the things that made her brows crease with worry. Much like the scholars in Montesere’s libraries, he would feel restless until he knew all the answers.

“You’re fidgeting,” a rich, deep voice spoke behind him. Lucien turned to face the King.

Helion’s dark brows were high with amusement. “I’d never known you to be so nervous around women, son.”

Lucien shifted on his feet. “I’m not nervous.”

To Helion’s right, the Queen smiled knowingly. “I take it your afternoon went well, then?”

Lucien’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It did, until we got interrupted.”

A light chuckle sounded somewhere to his left. “Sorry about that,” Jurian said, still in his heavy armour.

Lucien flashed him a glare.

His mother waved a hand. “There will be plenty of time to get acquainted, dear.”

As if on command, the grand doors opened, revealing the princess and her entourage.

Only it wasn’t Vassa who stood at its very front, approaching the dais.

It was her handmaiden, those cerulean eyes bright with challenge.

Lucien’s gaze darted all over the small group, something tight twisting in his chest. It wasn’t possible—it couldn’t have been.

And yet, the woman he’d thought was Vassa now stood at the princess’s right, dressed in the familiar cloak of her handmaiden.

“You lied to me,” he accused, a bitter mix of anger and shame rising through his chest as his gaze locked with that of the princess—the true princess, who now stood at the foot of the dais, her chin held up high.

“I wanted to find out who you truly were,” she said calmly. “This marriage is about more than you and me—it’s about the fate of my kingdom. I wanted to know whose hands I’m placing it in.” Princess Vassa gestured to her right. “I’ve asked my handmaiden to pose as myself for our first meeting, with me observing in the background. I must say,” she added, a sly smile curving her full lips, “I expected to be discovered much sooner.”

Lucien was seething.

But then, a loud, earnest laugh echoed through the great hall. “Clever, Your Highness,” his father said. “I do look forward to hearing more about your…” his eyes twinkled, “Observations.”

Vassa only nodded.

His mother smiled. “We’d like to welcome you to Montesere, Princess Vassa. Please know we will do everything in our power to assist you and your kingdom through this difficult time.”

“You have my thanks,” Vassa said, something tighter filling her voice now. “Your help is, and will continue to be, invaluable to us.”

“I’ve taken the liberty of assigning you a security team,” Helion told her. “You’ll be quite safe here at the palace, of course, but one can never be too cautious when it comes to the threats of Beron Vanserra.” He practically spat out the name.

“That won’t be necessary,” Vassa interjected. “I have a security team of my own—they are perfectly capable of protecting me.”

“A personal guard, then,” Helion insisted. “I am certain my son will sleep better knowing your safety is being well looked after.”

Vassa’s lips tightened. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

The King gestured to his left. “General Jurian shall be at your service.” A flicker of brown eyes was the only indication of Jurian’s surprise. “He will escort you to your chambers for the rest of the night.”

“I understand,” Vassa said, not even looking in Jurian’s direction. From the corner of his eye, Lucien could see his friend’s face burning at the obvious dismissal. “Your Majesties,” Vassa curtsied. “Your Highness,” she added, glancing at Lucien.

“We look forward to proceeding with our discussions tomorrow,” his mother said.

Vassa curtsied again, and that was that.

Before she turned to leave the room at last, Lucien dared to look at the woman at her side again. Dared to look into those sun-like eyes, asking them the only question that mattered.

Who are you?

But she only turned away, leaving the room behind her princess.

When the door slammed shut behind them, Lucien whipped to his father. “Call it off,” he told him.

“I will not,” Helion said calmly.

“She tricked me,” he seethed.

“Spectacularly so,” his father agreed, that infuriating smile playing on his lips again. “But I’m afraid this union is too important for something so trivial to jeopardise it.”

Lucien’s shoulders slumped.

Great.

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russett-pots · 2 years

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Real Life Sex Education

Kang Hyewon and Kim Minju

Word Count: 4.9k

Tags: Teaching sex, Virgin sex, Innocent Minju

Fine! Here is the fic I promised. I really hope you like it. I tried something new here. That's why it took some time.

Now stop bothering me for the meantime about fics. I posted this and I hope you'll be happy with it.

Takes two visuals to make this. I don't regret this tho.

A guy sits there in class just barely listening to the lecture. Even with his second cup of coffee, the lecture has been so boring that a nap is tempting. But he still goes on and stays awake. His grades for this class haven’t been very good recently and since this is a pre-requisite. Failing isn’t an option.

“Okay, that’s all for today.” The lecturer says as she dismisses the class.

All the students start to pack up and leave the hall but the guy is still there stumbling with his notes. The prof is still down there at the front getting ready to leave. He rushes to her for a few more questions before heading out.

“Ma’am. I have a few questions about the lesson. Is it alright if I can ask?”

“Sure, Haneul.”

“Uhh, one of the topics was about physical attraction. How does someone know if they are physically attractive?”

“You mean if a girl is pretty?”

“Oh no, I mean how do I know if they are attracted to me?”

“That sounds more like dating advice. But their pupils dilate when they look at you, they blush when you are around, and they are more expressive when you are there.”

“Aaaah, I see.”

Suddenly a voice behind shouts. “Haneul, are you there?” It’s Minju. An acquaintance. Their bond has been slowly growing closer ever since they met last month from that small interaction in PE class together.

“That is an example of someone who is physically attracted to you. You see her body language.”

“No ma’am that’s impossible. We barely know each other.”

“Well if you don’t take my advice then what I can do. Anyway, good luck.”

“Thanks, Ma’am see you, next class.”

“Bye.”

As soon as the teacher leaves, Minju runs up and hugs Haneul. She snuggles up to his chest as looks up to him. He rolls his eyes away from Minju and pushes her away.

“Minju, what now?”

“Nothing I just like to meet my boy- I mean friend. Wanna have lunch?”

Haneul looks at his watch. There is a good ninety-minute window before the next class. “Sure.”

Minju jumps in joy. “Yay! Let’s go to my favorite tteokbokki place.” She links her arms to Haneul’s and drags him with her.

Haneul just follows blissful of her real intentions.

The restaurant is only a short walk from the university. But once they get there Minju pulls him with her and makes Haneul sit down beside her.

Both of them scan the menu for what they want to eat.

“Haneul tteokbokki is their specialty here do you want to order that?”

“Sure. Sure. If you say so.”

Minju raises her hand and promptly orders the tteokbokki platter that is for sharing.

“Unnie, the sweet and spicy tteokbokki platter and two bottles of beer.”

The waitress does a double-take for Haneul’s and Minju’s age but gets the okay then she leaves to punch in the orders.

“So Haneul how was class?”

“The usual. Still have difficulty with my psychology class. But I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, that sounds hard. Do you want help? I passed that class with flying colors. I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two.”

“That sounds great! Are you sure? I don’t want to make you busier.”

“Oh no, you won’t. I’ll be more than happy to help you. I mean we are ummm…only…friends?”

“Hmm sorry, what do you mean with that?”

“Oh, nothing.”

But in Minju’s mind, it is confusing. Her obvious advances are tiring. She knows how much she likes Haneul but it is so hard for her to give him hints that Haneul should make his move.

He does like her in a sense. He wouldn’t mind dating her. She is beautiful, kind, caring, and very smart. Someone for sure would be lucky to have her.

But as Haneul runs through his thoughts about her the food quickly arrives with their two bottles of beer. They both eat well and drink as they finish the food. It goes halfway until Haneul sees Minju waves outside. When Haneul turns his head to where Minju’s attention is.

“Unnie!”

“Minju, how are you?”

“Unnie sit with us!”

Then this girl sits across Haneul and Minju. She puts down her shoulder bag on the seat beside her.

“Haneul, this is my Unnie, Hyewon. She is my sunbae. Unnie this is Haneul. We met at my PE class.”

“Is this the guy you are talking about?”

“What!! Unnie, don’t say it in front of him!”

“Ha— I’m just messing with you.”

Hyewon extends her hand for a handshake and Haneul takes it with both of his hands.”

“Hyewon-ssi. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Haneul. You don’t have to be so formal just call me Noona.”

“Okay, Hyewon-noona.”

“Just Noona is fine.”

“So, what did you order?”

“Just some tteokbokki. Want some?” Minju asks Hyewon.

“Sure.”

But Haneul looks at his watch. “Oh, sorry ladies. I have class soon.” As he quickly stands up and hurries himself to class.

"Unnie!!!" Minju’s high pitched almost cracked voice shouts. "Yeah, that’s the guy I like and I want to impress him but I don't know how."

"Oh, Minju. Well, you can try to seduce him."

"Seduce him?"

"Sex. Minju. Sex."

"Se—?"

"Wait..."

"Unnie!!! I just... don't know how..."

"Hmmm, if you want. My boyfriend and I can give you some pointers. I just want to warn you he can be a bit rough. But from the way, the guy you like seems. I'm sure he can enjoy a Rough Minju."

“Rough Minju? But Unnie! I just never … you know.”

“Minju don’t worry. I can teach you. I can show you. If you want you don’t have to do anything but watch.”

“Hmmm…are you sure? I don’t want to just stare at people doing…you know.”

“Minju, you are already 20. You can say sex. It isn’t a forbidden word that you cannot say. You’re already a grown-up and you should know better.”

“Okay, Unnie…You can teach me about the sex—.”

“Hahaha! Minju, you always make me laugh.”

“AH! Unnie! Okay! Let’s just eat. We can order your favorite Bibimbap!”

“I’ll text you when and where. I’m thinking of my place. But I’ll have to make sure my boyfriend is okay with being watched.”

“AH LA LA LA LA.” Minju shouts with her hands covering her ears.

Hyewon just sits there and chuckles at Minju's obvious innocence.

Minju goes up to the door and knocks at it.

“Unnie!!”

She knocks again.

“Unnie!!”

The door opens. Outcomes Hyewon, she is in a bathrobe and presumably wearing nothing else.

“Unnie!!!” Minju shouts while pushing Hyewon back inside her dorm room. “You can’t just be naked outside.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Hyewon slowly undoes the tie and grabs on onto the edges and pulls it, showing off her body in front of Minju. Her naked body is now exposed. Her breast, midriff, and pussy show and are ready to be consumed by anyone.

“Don’t worry Minju. I was expecting my boyfriend. Not you. Guys like a sexy entrance.”

“They do?”

“Yeah. I mean that’s how they get hard?”

“Hard? What’s hard?”

“Oh my gosh. Minju do you know anything?!”

“Of course I do. I just Ummm don’t know…”

“Okay, tell me. What’s a blowjob?”

“Blowjobs are…um…”

“Come one this is basic.”

“Fine. Unnie. I don’t know anything. Please teach me!”

“Yeah. Don’t worry Minju, that is why we are here.”

“Also is that what you are wearing when you meet the guy?”

“Isn’t this skirt lovely?” Minju turns around, showing off her outfit.

“Well, your long sleeve and tennis skirt? You look like his younger sister more than a girlfriend.”

“Unnie! I’ll change then.” Minju pouts.

*Knock* Knock*

“That must be my boyfriend.”

Hyewon approaches the door, still in her robe, and opens the door. “Hello, babe.”

He cups Hyewons face and pushes his lips into Hyewon as they move into the middle of the room.

“Hold on, wait. Let me introduce you to my friend. Yunseo, this is Minju. Minju, Yunseo.”

Yunseo extends his hand to introduce himself. Minju greets him in return.

“So, are we getting started?” Hyewon asks.

“Mhmm.”

“Okay, Minju. Do you know how to kiss?”

“Of course, Unnie, that I know.”

“Okay show me.”

“What do you—?”

Hyewon slowly places her lips onto Minju’s. First, it was slow but got rough. All while Yunseo, stands there excited about what he is watching.

“Argh, Minju slow down. Tongue.” Hyewon pulls back and wipes her lips. “Take it slow. Then add the tongue.”

Minju tries again. This time Hyewon’s eyes lit up. Hyewon pulls back, this time surprised. “Okay, that’s good. Yunseo tries this.”

“Unnie, no… Actually never kissed a guy before and I want to save my first real kiss with a guy with Haneul.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll respect that.” Yunseo steps back.

“Are you okay with giving Yunseo a blowjob?”

“Sure. That’s fine.”

“Yunseo?”

Yunseo then pulls down his pants showing off his large cock. Minju gasps at the size of what she is seeing. She closes her eyes by placing her hands on her eyes. Hyewon gets annoyed and removes Minju’s hands.

“Minju! You’ll have to get used to this!”

“Okay. Unnie…”

“Now. Let me show you how to give a blowjob. Yunseo please sit on my bed.”

Yunseo sits down with her bare ass on the bed with his legs spread wide. Hyewon goes in between them and takes a grip on his cock.

“Minju come here.”

She comes over and squats beside Hyewon.

“Minju, give me your hand.” Hyewon takes Minju’s hand and makes her wraps her small hand around Yunseo’s cock.

Minju gets mesmerized by the size. She looks around it, inspects it, and licks the tip. Yunseo closes his eyes at the tiny yet pleasurable stimuli that were Minju’s tongue. She licks the tip. The circumcised cock’s edge gets touched by her tongue. Minju curious eyes wander to Yunseo’s eyes to see if she is doing it correctly.

“Minju. Put it inside your mouth.”

Minju allows the shaft to enter her whole mouth. She takes it in its entirety. To swallow it was a daunting task because of how big it is.

“Argh. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.”

“Oh, sorry.” Minju backs out and stops her advances.

“Careful Minju. Go in slowly. Actually, some guys like a bit of teeth but not too much. Just be careful.”

Minju then returns to Yunseo’s cock and places it in her mouth. Not entirely. With fewer teeth than before and definitely more inside.

“First bob your head up and down.”

Minju then goes up and down. Yunseo’s cock going in and out. Minju hands her hand in joining the pump as she progresses further.

Yunseo groans as Minju moves faster and faster. It slowly starts to fill the room. The sound of Minju’s slurping and the sound of pleasure coming out of Yunseo’s mouth.

“Hmmm, you seem like a natural at this, Minju.”

Minju pops off her mouth of Yunseo’s cock and sees his satisfied face. He smiles and gives a thumbs up to Minju, approving what Hyewon just said.

“Okay now let me show you what a pussy can do.”

“What about anal?”

“Anal isn’t for you. Or at least not now.”

Hyewon undoes her robe and drops it to the floor and sits on the lap of her boyfriend. She starts to make out with him, inserting her tongue immediately. Minju backs off and takes a seat in front of the show. Hyewon places her hand on the cheek and the other around Yunseo’s neck.

“That’s how you kiss. Now, babe are you ready?”

Hyewon pushes back Yunseo to her bed and hovers above his cock.

“Minju, I’ll show you first how to ride him then we can do a couple of other positions where the guy is in control.”

“Mhmm” Minju nods.

“Okay, babe let’s go.”

“Wait! Aren’t you going to use a condom?” Minju exclaims.

“I’m on the pill. So, I won’t get pregnant. I’ll tell you more about it later. But for now. I can take this cock raw.” Hyewon turns her attention back to Yunseo. Her eyes gazing at his. She is ready and so is he. She dops and inserts the huge cock inside her. She grunts as she gets in deeper. Finally, it gets inside her.

“Fuck. I can’t get used to this cock.”

Hyewon goes up and down. Her head tilts back as the pleasure starts to increase. Each point gets touched by Yunseo’s cock. With Hyewon on her knees, Yunseo caresses her luscious thighs and her voluptuous ass. He gets a good grab on her ass, squeezing it as he pleases.

“Minju….you see…this…?” Hyewon grunts. She turns her head and sees Minju’s legs propped up on the chair, her panties now showing. A small patch of cum dissipates on her underwear. Hyewon slows down her pace. “Minju, look below you.”

Embarrassed, Minju covers her crotch, going back to her more conservative state. “Unnie! Just go back to do your thing.”

Hyewon chuckles and looks back at Yunseo. “Well, I guess. I’m still yours.” Hyewon goes back on riding Yunseo and moves down and kisses him. She moves her ass up and down his cock.

While at this, without her consciously knowing, Minju’s hand lingers down and moves in between her legs, and inserts itself inside her already wet panties. Minju’s own eyes now close in pleasure. She lets out gentle moans as her finger gets inside her own walls.

Both Hyewon’s and Minju’s voices grow as they receive pleasure from a cock and her own finger respectively. Hyewon turns her head and sees Minju pleasuring herself and she smiles to see her enjoying herself.

Soon Hyewon stops and gets up and walks to Minju and whispers to her ear. “How’s the finger?”

Minju jumps on her seat and removes her finger from her crotch. “I’m sorry, Unnie! I’ll pay attention now.”

“Okay, Yunseo. Doggy.” Hyewon places her hands on the bed and moves her ass up in front of Yunseo. “Minju you know what Doggy style is?”

“Does it involve acting like a puppy?” Minju says with her wrist on her chin and fingers pointing down, making a puppy face.

“Oh, Minju you are so innocent. Yunseo, you may start.”

Yunseo lines up his cock onto Hyewon’s pussy, moving it up and down forming a line between her ass cheeks. One slap on the cheek then in he goes. Yunseo inserts his cock inside Hyewon. First slowly pushes as deep as he can. Then he slowly pulls out halfway as he lets out a loud groan. Then he slams back in, pushing in and thrusting it inside. He moves in and out as Hyewon’s walls surround his cock.

Hyewon still filled with pleasure, closes her eyes, bites her lip, and clenches her pussy as it constricts Yunseo’s cock. Minju sits back and observes. This time she isn’t touching herself. She moves up and looks closer. She observes the slapping noise that Yunseo makes as he smashes his waist onto Hyewon’s ass. She can also see how Hyewon is barely able to take on everything.

Yunseo pushes deep and deeper. Moans and groans begin to fill the room. Minju soon cannot distinguish what sound is coming from whom.

“Fuck! Hyewon, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Hold on wait!”

Yunseo pulls out of Hyewon and steps back with his almost throbbing cock. “You better not blue ball me.” He glares at Hyewon.

“I’ll let you cum. I just need to show Minju one more position.”

Hyewon lays on her back on the bed. While Yunseo moves over behind Hyewon and places his hands on either side of Hyewon’s breast.

“Minju, this is called missionary. Yunseo? Okay. You can cum after this.”

“It’s so hot when you tell me when to cum.”

Yunseo returns to smash Hyewon. He resumes hitting her pussy as before. He hits so deep he can almost touch the deepest parts of Hyewon’s womb.

“Minju…Some guys… like Dom...Fuck!... like to be Dommed...Fuck!...some liked to subbed…Fuck, Yunseo your cock is so good!”

“Dom, sub?”

“Dom…has control. Sub has to…follow…the dom. Wait hold on I’ll explain later. Fuck!”

Repetitive screams and profanities can be heard all over the room and maybe out the door. Hyewon can feel her g-spot being touched. Yunseo’s cock runs all over Hyewon’s tight little hole. He pushes deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Okay, Hyewon. I’m going to release it now. Same as always?”

“Yup!”

Yunseo thrust one more time. Finally, when he reaches his climax he pushes in as he dumps all of his sperm inside Hyewon. His sticky white liquid coats Hyewon’s walls. Yunseo finishes with his orgasm then falls down on the bed and lays there.

Hyewon lies there on the bed trying to catch her breath. Her chest expands and contracts as she regains her composure. She turns and lays on her side to face Minju.

“Like that?”

Minju looks at her with her cute face and nods.

“Okay, like I said before. Some guys like to be dommed and guys that like subs. Yunseo here likes to be dommed. So he is my sub. I’m not sure what Haneul likes but try to see what he wants to do. But my guess is he wants to dom you.”

“Okay!”

“Also. Guys like them raw. What I do is that I take the pill. You have to go to the doctor for that. I can give you the number of mine. I’ll send it to you in the morning.”

“Okay, Unnie!”

Hyewon turns over and closes her eyes. “You can go now. I’ll clean up this mess.”

“Okay, Unnie. Thank you. I learned a lot!”

“No problem.”

Minju leaves the door and the one main thing on her mind.

Dom or Sub?

I don’t know how to dom.

Maybe he can dom me.

One week later

Minju sits down at her seat at a café, sipping her morning coffee just waiting for her first class in the morning.

“Oh, Minju?”

“Oh, Hyewon-Unnie.”

Hyewon sits down at the seat across from Minju.

“So, have you done it yet?”

Minju gets nervous and whispers. “You mean have sex with him?”

“Yeah!”

“Unnie, not that loud. But not yet. I just started to umm… take the pills and I should be safe today.”

“Great, are you going to meet him tonight?”

“I haven’t talked to him yet. Maybe I can meet him in his class later.”

“Well, whatever you have to do. It has to be quick. Guys don’t like waiting.”

“You sure, Unnie?”

“Definitely, Trust me I know.”

“Okay. Then I’ll ask him for tonight? But what will be my excuse? It isn’t like I can just invite him over?”

“You’re in college Minju. There is only one thing you can do.”

“What is it?”

“Study sessions!”

“Study? Do you mean we have to talk about school?”

“Not all the time, you dummy! Study sessions means fuck sessions in college.”

“What do you mean? I always have study sessions with my friends.”

“Trust me if it is one on one with a guy. It only means one thing..”

“Hmmm….Okay! Thank you Unnie. I have to go to class now.”

“Bye, Minju.”

As Minju walks to her class early, she tries to recall everything that Hyewon told her and what she had learned from her “on-site demonstration”. But as she turns to the corner, she hits Haneul, making her drop her stuff.

“Oh, Minju sorry.” Haneul looks at Minju and then goes down to assist her to get her stuff.

“Oh, Haneul!” As they both gather Minju’s belongings they bump heads.

Haneul comes over and babies Minju. “Oh, Minju are you okay.”

Minju blushes at the caring gesture that she is receiving.

“Minju, I haven’t talked to you all week are you okay?”

“Okay? Of course! I’m okay.”

“Do you need any help? It seems like you need something.”

“I don’t—wait, actually. I do need help with an assignment I have.”

“Really. Sure I can help you.”

“Can we do it at my place tonight? My roommate is out of town, so we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“Sure okay.”

“You have my number. Just text me.”

“Okie, dokie.”

Haneul comes over to Minju’s dorm with a pack of ginger ale and a couple of bags of chips. He inspects the door for a second then he knocks on the door.

“Come in!”

He opens the door and sees Minju in her bathrobe.

“Ah— Minju.” Haneul closes his eyes in shock. “Ugh, are you going to the shower?”

“Uhhhh yes. Just sit down and wait for me.”

Minju quickly dashes to the bathroom but leaves the door unclosed.

As soon as Haneul knows Minju is inside the bathroom, he opens his eyes. “Minju, I brought a couple of drinks if that is okay.”

“Sure, just leave it on the table,” Minju shouts back.

“I also have chips.”

“Sure. Sure. Just on the table.”

Haneul just sits down at the table, scrolling thru his phone, and looking at Minju’s Instagram. Why? Over the week he has grown a fondness for her. Something about her draws Haneul to her and before he knew it. He had a crush. But he doesn’t entirely know if Minju reciprocates. Maybe he just thinks Minju is friendly with him.

Suddenly Minju opens the door, naked. Her whole body can be seen by Haneul. She tries to lead on the door and tries out the sexy pose she has been practicing.

He just sits there in shock, gobsmacked, and doesn’t know what to say or what to do. “Minju?”

Minju sees his distraught face and cannot stand it anymore. She runs back inside the bathroom but before she can close the door she slips and fall to the floor. She lay there in a fetal position, crying.

“Minju, are you okay?” Haneul runs over and collects Minju, putting her in his arms. Minju looks back at him, covering her breast with her arms and her pussy with her legs.

“Haneul, I cannot let you see me like this. I’m too ashamed of myself.”

“Don’t be Minju. What were you trying to do?”

“Umm… Hyewon-unnie told me to seduce you. That’s how to get you to like me.”

“Minju you don’t need to do that. I already like you. You don’t need to show off your sexy body. I’m not into just looks. I also look into the heart and the personality. And you have a good one.”

Minju sniffles and wipes her tears with her hand. “You like me? So, I don’t need to seduce you?”

Haneul uses his thumb to wipe the remaining tear on Minju’s cheek. “I do like you and you don’t need to seduce me.”

“But…but….”

“Yes, Minju?”

“I prepared so much for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to give you my flower.”

“Flower…?”

“Yes. I have been saving myself for you.”

“Minju, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to do it for you.” Minju then leans in for a kiss. It is strong. It lures Haneul to Minju. They both kiss, it lasts for a second then it goes on for longer. Minju slowly releases her lips from Haneul’s and takes a deep breath.

“That was good, Minju.”

“I learned it from my Hyewon-unnie.”

“Did she teach you anything else?”

“Blowjob?”

“She taught you that?”

Minju leads Haneul to the bed and makes him sit down on the bed. She opens Haneul’s legs and looks at his eyes while he unbuttons his pants. “Hyewon-unnie told me to do this.” Minju then pulls down and removes Haneul’s pants. Now standing in front of her is Haneul’s cock. She mumbles. “It is smaller….”

“Wait…?!... what?! Smaller?!”

“Oh no! Haneul wait…okay I have to confess something.”

“Hmm?”

“I gave a blowjob before.”

“What?”

“No! No… it isn’t what you think. I didn’t like the guy. Hyewon-unnie just told me to try. But I promise nothing else happened. I just watched the rest.”

“For me, oral doesn’t count. So, you are still giving me you.”

Minju smiles and chuckles knowing Haneul is still happy with her. She looks back down at Haneul’s cock and inspects it. “It may be smaller but I don’t know how to handle this.”

“At least my pride isn’t hurt that much.”

“It’s still big, Haneul. Just let me try first.” Minju then opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. First with a lick. Her tongue comes from the base to the tip then she plays with the tip. Her hand slowly grips onto Haneul’s cock and slowly pumps it. At the same pace as Minju swirls her tongue. Minju slowly drops her tongue to the bottom to the base of his shaft then draws her tongue out of his cock.

Haneul lets out a definite groan as Minju completes the first motion. She then bobs her head up and down. Increases her pace as she pumps his cock faster and faster. She sucks as much as she can. Slurping sounds comes out of Minju’s mouth and she pulls Haneul closer to her on the edge. Her tongue moves around his cock, swirling like an ice cream preparing on a cone.

Haneul with him almost as his climax cups Minju’s cheeks, squeezing it showing off a cute face, and pulls it up to him and kisses it. He pulls her down to the bed as he pushes his tongue inside Minju. He breaks the kiss. “You give a great blowjob, you kiss great. I have to buy Hyewon lunch.”

Both Haneul and Minju jump to the bed. Hanuel quickly undoes his shirt, tossing it away. Not he can feel Minju’s breasts pressing against his chest. He resumes the kiss as his handle lingers down from Minju’s face to her waist and then down to her ass.

“Hold on do you have a condom?”

“No need. Hyewon-unnie told me guys likes it raw.”

“Well not if it makes you pregnant.”

“I’m on the pill dont worry.”

“Okay I trust you.” Haneul changes his tone to tease Minju. “Now, you are going to give me your flower?”

“You Don’t have to tease me. I’m just new to it.”

“Don’t worry. It is fine.” Haneul pulls up from the bed and kisses Minju on the lips.

Minju sits up on Haneul’s crotch with his cock in front of her. She props her legs up to line up her pussy on top of Hanel’s cock. She slowly pushes herself down. All the pain she is experiencing is slowing in her face.

“Minju, you don’t have to do this if it hurts.”

“No. I can handle this just wait.”

Minju then pushes herself more, finally going as deep as she can. When she gets fully penetrated, she smiles. Her pain turns into pleasure. She finally gets what she wants. Full penetration with Haneul.

She moves up and down. Her knees are on the bed, making all the movements for her. Her breasts jiggle. Both Minju and Haneul moan in pleasure. They both interlock their hands together. This helps Minju with her balance just in case she falls over. But regardless, all of her pleasure points get stimulated while Haneul’s cock is getting sensitive by the second, letting him release heavier and heavier breaths.

Minju’s legs grow more and more tired. Haneul notices that and switches position by grabbing onto Minju and flipping her to the bed. Now he is on top of her with his hands on either side of her.

“This is called missionary right?”

“You studied a lot for this.”

“Of course. I did.” Minju places her hand on Hanuel’s cheek. “I would for you—”

Haneul smashes his hips onto Minju. Minju’s face shows a hint of some pain returning to her but as soon as it’s over she goes back to her pleasured state.

With her face smiling, Haneul goes back on thrusting into Minju. He moves faster and faster. His cock touches the deepest parts of Minju. It gets it so deep you can feel her womb already.

“Fuck!” Minju shouts.

“Minju is cursing already?”

“Shut up! It’s so good yet ugh— so painful.”

“I can stop if you want.”

“No, go-go. It feels so gooood!”

He resumes thrusting. He can feel Minju’s walls constricting. It gets tighter and tighter as Minju’s walls get used more and more. As before Minju’s breast jiggle but this time from the force that Haneul is putting on Minju.

“Minju…Minju….Minju….I’m going to cum soon. Where do you want it?!”

“Inside. I know you want it. Don’t worry about me. Remember, I’m on the pill!” Minju reassurese Haneul.

“I think I’m in love with you already.”

Minju smiles but doesn’t know if that is what he really means, or if he is just saying that because she is going to cum. But whatever is on her mind is gone after a second as her pleasure points get stimulated.

“Okay, Minju. I’m going to burst!”

Soon, Haneul sees explode inside Minju. He shoots every drop inside, dumping as much as he can. He leaves his cock inside for longer allowing his throbbing cock to unload the rest.

After finishing, Haneul drops beside Minju’s small bed. “Minju, you’re amazing”

“Thank you.”

“Not just your pussy but you’re amazing.”

“I know.” Minju tucks her hair.

Haneul kisses her one more time.

“Good thing it is Saturday tomorrow. I can cuddle with you all night.”

“I’d love that.”

“Goodnight, Minju.”

“Goodnight, Haneul.”

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I’ve got a new theory!!

It’s been a minute since I wrote one so it’s probably not my best work lol

Anyway! This one’s about Martyn! I don’t think I’ve made one for him yet actually

Spoilers under the cut

So as Martyn had confirmed under Ryan’s post, he isn’t a listener

And he isn’t a Watcher

I think he’s still a player, but one the listeners protected, and the watchers wanted to take

I think that’s why he has heard messages from the watchers in the past

They want to make him one of them, but because he’s under the listeners protection from back in Evo they can’t

So they still use him, but at the same time they try to temp him to join them by showing him all the power he can have.

Martyn has a strong will and is able to fight off the temptation, but he still is curious on the Watchers goals, motives, and reasonings behind their actions

I think at some point he had tried to ask Grian, or any of the other former Evo members, but the watchers had taken their memories (or in Grian’s case it might’ve been too painful to retell it)

So if Martyn is suspended in this in between of the watchers and the listeners, what does that mean? To me it means that he has these two opposing parties fighting for him to side with them the listeners wanting him to remain a player, and the watchers wanting him to join their ranks. Both parties keep trying to either make the other side look bad, like the listeners did in Evo, making promises to Martyn without any evidence that they’ll keep them, or by gifting him power for him to chance after, like I believe the watchers did in limited life (think a child of divorced parents, where both are trying to get the kid to decide to live with them full time)

Another point I’d like to make it, while I know the life series isn’t scripted, in lore I think it makes sense if the watchers choose who will win the season.

My explanations:

3rd Life: Grian won. Grian is also a former watcher, and as Martyn’s last life lore (specifically the ‘he was only ever meant to watch’ line) proves, the watchers don’t like that he’s a player again. So the watchers chose for him to win to once again win his favor and remind him of the power they wield. But Grian saw right through their schemes, and him jumping off the cliff on monopoly mountain was kind of his way of telling them he doesn’t need their power to be happy, and in a way that he’s better then them. Obviously they didn’t like that and so they cursed him to always be a part of his closest allies demise. I think their anger was most apparent in limited life, for example, out of the 3 people who had to miss a session, Grian was the only one without a fill in. Grian was also the first one to loose his main alliance

Last life: Scott won. Before I start this one, I will admit I don’t know as much about this season, especially Scott’s character, and I don’t currently have the time to watch all his episodes. Anyway Scott and the Watchers like mutually dislike each other. (I believe Martyn said this once) and I’m pretty sure this started in last life with Scott being the boogie man. So I think the watchers had Scott win despite their hatred to try and force him back into line. I think they wanted him to fear them and wanted him to see the extent of their abilities and control. I think they wanted him to see the truth so that he would worship them. But obviously we know that didn’t work either

Double Life: Pearl won. Pearl won because she was the most interesting for the watchers to watch, and she had the most negative emotions throughout the season. Her story was one of overcoming these tragedies while also dealing with her decent into madness. She lost her soulmate because she chose to go to the nether to try and benefit them over finding Scott. Then after Scott and Cleo left Pearl and Martyn and Pearl was already heartbroken, Martyn left her as well. Then throughout the season she becomes an omen of death and destruction. As she became more and more insane, she also grew more and more upset. Eventually she did end up teaming with Scott, Cleo, and Martyn. But by then the damage was already done. Finally when she did win, she was surrounded by grief. She had lost her soulmate again, she had also just watched Scott sacrifice himself for her to win the game, and she had killed her only other surviving friend throughout the entire game. She had the most negative emotions, and the most interesting story to watch.

Limited life: Martyn won. He won for all the reasons I said before. The watchers wanted to show their power, and get him to join them. They made him win by giving him that dose of power and bloodlust to kill Impulse and Scott. They had that control over him.

Anyway, that’s the end of my rants for now! If anyone read this I hope you found it interesting and I hope it makes sense lmao

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Twenty questions that he has to answer.

How is your sleep schedule like? Don't mess with Theodore's. I annoyed him for a year about it and finally he got it right. Tho I am sure he got it right because of someone else. (Aka you) 😏

What are your friends like? Explain in brief. Treat this like a three marks question.

What is your ideal way to spend weekends? Will you take Theodore to museums or not? Will you stay in and cancel your plans if Theodore doesn't feel like going? Without blaming him?

Do you know your love language? Do you know how to convey it? (You don't have to tell me what it is just say yes or no)

What's your favourite thing about dating my best friend? Treat this like a three marks question too.

What are some things you and him have in common?

Will you give all your chocolates to him if he asks?

What's your favourite movie?

Favourite way to relax?

Will you say sorry after an argument even if it wasn't exactly your fault? I believe that saying sorry doesn't mean that you are wrong it just means that you care enough to keep your ego aside and take accountability.

Do you like Spiderman/Percy Jackson? (Very important question)

Hobbies?

Any new hobbies you want to pick up?

Will you read a book just because it is Theodore's favourite?

Favourite poet, if any?

Will you get Theodore roses?

Will you help/ask whether you can help Theodore with his chores without him having to ask you?

Extroverted or introverted?

Most played song on your playlist?

If you could master any instrument than which one?

That's it. I guess. Hope you have a wonderful day, take care of yourself and him. Also, nice to meet you, I am Eleanor. Theodore is my best friend, I am his casual friend. I am from India. Eleanor is not my real name but that is what you can refer to me, for now. Any queries? Message me. Take care of my best friend for me. Give him hugs from my side. Time to time, lots of hugs. Theodore, give him a handshake from my side. Thank you.

passing the phone to him

Shalom!! Eleanor (can I call you Ellie? Oo or even Elea ~pronounced Ella??~ if not that’s groovy too)

I’m very excited I’ve heard lots about you! All good don’t worry babes)

I try to sleep about seven hours a night but sometimes I sleep 8 but I couldn’t do anything less unless absolutely necessary I physically could not lose a day of beauty rest of it would ruin me

Friends….all pretty diverse actually and there are several different personalities.. I’ll give you my ride or dies so okay we All went to an alternative school not because we had disciplinary problems but because we had different problems that made normal schools challenging. Like I for example have dyslexia and ADD. Anyway my best friends and I sorta bonded over this and I’ve been friends with Elton since grade five and we still keep in touch even now but he decided to go to college and I did not he’s a literal fashion icon and the sweetest smartest cinnamon roll you could meet but if he’s not doing his work you need to get on him because he procrastinates like crazy. So now we only see each other on weekends. Kaleb on the other hand went overseas and we FaceTime every morning except Sundays because of church and she’s really into anime and I can’t tell you much about that stuff except the seven deadly sins is better than demon slayer and bleach is something Kaleb rewatchs every few weeks so you best expect that it’s going to be playing when you visit but my life really doesn’t have interesting drama thank goodness. (No offence starshine👀)

I love to spend my weekends exploring I used to hike a lot but Arc is not a fan of the outdoors though we’ve found he has a knack for gardening and does very good on the family farm he just really doesn’t see the point and I don’t really blame him I suppose it’s not for everyone and I know Arc is more of a moon person. Yes actually we do go to museums and no I wouldn’t ever get mad at him for that we all have our off days

Yes and yes but ours is not the same so it’s good to keep of communication in our relationship so we stay afloat. We really haven’t had any problems though as words of affirmation is something Arc is good at unknowingly because of his poetry addiction and I’ve always been a really touchy person

My favorite thing about dating Arc is his ability to express himself though body language for example we’re at a party I don’t have a ask in front of everyone if he’s tired from all the human interaction he just shows it with expressions or posture..or whatever he chooses to convey but I never have to ask. This can be a problem on the small occasion that I can’t see him because I cannot rely on him to tell me because I usually know.

We’re people pleasers and that’s one of things we sorta bonded over when we first met we feel horrible égéen if the thing wasn’t our problem or responsibility because it made whoever upset. We don’t have very good people skills I’m overbearing and him not enough which has lead a lot of people to sorta stay away unless of course you’re also like us. I’ve found that we both share an appreciation of art mine is more in fashion design and makeup while his is writing and visual sorta stuff

Without hesitation(I’m not a huge fan of chocolate)

Geek charming (I’m not sorry)

Meditation.

Yes because I will feel bad for making him upset though he’s probably right anyway as he’s more logical than me…but one cannot always choose mind over morals so maybe I might be right on the off occasion

Not really l…sorry..but I think wonder woman is cool if that’s the same fandom?

Crocheting, sewing, working out, and I love to sing but I’m not very good at it despite what Arc says but I do want to get into photography

I would if he asked me but I don’t really read them because he likes to tell me about them and I love hearing about them…he also probably wound be very happy at my reading for him because he knows reading is a struggle for me

Oh this is a good one! Probably the Edgar guy I like when Arc recites them especially Anabel Lee

No because he prefers Aster white aster to be exact..

Of course! Most our chores are mutual so we don’t have it set on who does what but if he’s doing something I’d definitely help him finish whatever it is

Extroverted

Teenage dirtbag by weetus I honestly have no Idea how I’m not tied of it yet and a close second is in this shirt by the irrépressibles which I listen to while designing

Definitely guitar it’s just so pretty but Theodore might get me into piano he plays like a dream

I do Hope your next three days go spectacularly well and this was really fun I definitely might consider this app or the website at the very least thank you.

#𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 #𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬!✨

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