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thekatebridgerton · 2 years

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I read your post yesterday about if - and how- mad the Bridgertons will be once they know Penelope is LW. You said 50/50… And i’m still confused about your reasoning, because i feel like you don't mention all.. so I decided to send you this message, and I hope you'll respond :-).

You talk about limited impact? How about her being cruel and malicious towards Marina to make herself feel better. (she could've just told Colin, left him a secret note if she was too afraid, why ruin her????) If they kill off Marina later on, it’s due to Penelope’s actions, because Colin would’ve married and they could’ve been happy. Colin probably would be because in s2 he was still in love with her. Also: how is calling Kate a beast and betraying your (best)friend like that, okay??? The Bridgerton’s should be very angry and i’ll hope they will be.

You know I debated on if I should answer this today, considering that I usually answer oldest to newest and there are more than 20 asks ahead of you as we speak.

But you had to go and send a message like this on a monday Morning. (my side of the hemisphere) right before I had my daily dose of chamomile tea, and gosh, I kept wondering what kind of person sends a message this strange on a Monday morning.

My answers came up as follows 1) Someone who got cero sleep on Sunday night and the day before 2) someone who hasn't been treated very nicely by their surroundings in real life 3) Someone who obviously didn't realize their message would reach me on Monday morning, Theory #4) that's the one that would be mildly offensive to hear because there's a chance I may be right about the kind of negative people you've been surrounding yourself by

Admittedly I may be projecting, after all I was kinda sleep deprived when I wrote the post you were talking about. So I went again and read it...And I still don't get what you're talking about. I sounded pretty logical to my ears.

Because remember, the post asked if I thought the Bridgertons would be mad at Penelope, not if I thought her actions were right or wrong.

Note that as a viewer and as a woman I don't hate Marina, I think she's a pretty neat and pragmatic character. But you're about to hear the protective sibling in me throw some Marina slader around. So stop reading and skip this post.

Because this is from the perspective of a protective sibling. Not from the perspective of a woman, or an omniscient viewer, or a friend, or your friendly neighborhood spiderman.

Here's the thing anon, I get that you sound like you don't have siblings over the age of 17 but I do. And moreover I'm very protective and loving towards my siblings. So here's my humble perspective since you were left confused about my reasoning:

If one of my brothers was about to be duped into marrying someone who didn't love him and she was planning on making him take responsibility for children he had no hand in creating. The person who let the gossip out about her, wouldn't be the bad guy in my eyes. Rather, the girl who tried to dupe my brother would. (whether that girl's life was destroyed or not, would be irrelevant, because I care about MY BROTHER, not some stranger who tried to trick him into marriage).

Actually add that to my list of questions dear reader. Why did Daphne care more about Marina than Colin in s1 again? and why does Eloise?. Because as a person, they don't know her or her tragic backstory from Eve, and Colin is their brother, who they're supposed to have loved since diapers.

I'm with Anthony and Benedict on this one. I think the concerned sibling in me, wins out on the women supporting women side of me. If siding with the woman in the situation means my brother gets lied to by some girl who doesn't love him and tricked into step fathering kids. I don't care that my brother loved the girl, she didn't love HIM, and my brother deserves to be loved. So hear me, I'm picking the side that gets my brother out of that mess even if he ends up heartbroken.

And if it turns out that years down the line, that same person who spread gossip about that girl. Ended up marrying said brother. I still wouldn't think she's the bad guy.

Actually I'd probably be more angry if I had to endure a sister in law who tricked my brother into marrying her, despite not loving him and being pregnant with another man's baby.... But If you're okay with a sister in law like that and think your brother would be happy in that marriage, well, that's on you anon.

Me? I'd be pushing my brother to divorce that person as soon as I found out she doesn't love him and lied to him about it.

There's no accounting for one sibling taste in women, but if I had to chose between two evils, I'll take the sister in law who likes to publish people's dirty in her gossip column. Because if worse comes to worse, at least I know that one loves my brother and thinks honesty is the best policy. whatever methods of telling truth she may use. We may even get along in that aspect.

Also If my sister's best friend, published an article about her on the news that said she was hanging out with political radicals in a red light district on the day of MY wedding or any of our sibling's wedding. I wouldn't think my sister's best friend was out of line. I would be ripping off my wedding dress and holding my sister accountable for her behavior. AND then, after talking to my sister, I'd get mad at her best friend for not talking to me about it. But I'd definitely understand why she wouldn't. Because she's my sister's best friend, not mine and I'm older and I've given her no reason to think I'd believe her.

I think the only thing I'd realistically be mad at, would be if that girl spread gossip about one of my sisters not being good enough as a diamond for suitors to be flocking at her side, without my sister ever doing anything to deserve it. Because yeah, that wouldn't fly in my book. That's hurting my siblings feelings just because another one of my siblings is scaring away all her prospects and that's not her fault.

If the girl that's marrying my brother had her fun spreading gossip about people who aren't me and my family. I realistically wouldn't be mad at her. Not really. Why would I be?

Furthermore if she called my brother's girlfriend a beast, before that woman was even my brother's girlfriend, why would I be angry about it, it's not like I knew my brother liked that person back then.

So when I say it's a 50/50 what I mean to say is that to big families gossip is really easy to get over when there's another thing for people to talk about later on.

Yes people usually remember stuff 20 years down the line, but in big families we all know the aunt or the girlfriend or the cousin who used to be a gossip before she married in (the cult) the family. There's the uncle who has tattoos, and the other one who was in a country band. Everyone who marries in, had their own past, so chill.

In fact if you're from a big tight knit family, we all know stuff from everybody, and yeah we all gossip about it. Doesn't mean we love each other any less, or that we wouldn't beat up anyone who lets the story outside the family walls. But if my sister got caught by a paparazzi sneaking out of our brother's wedding to go to a political rally, excuse me but I'll hold her accountable, not the press, and then maybe I'll have a laugh with my mom about it when the fuss dies down. that's just how families are, or maybe that's just my experience with mildly functional ones.

I can't be the only one from a big family who wouldn't be mad if my brother ended up marrying Lady Whistledown. Because gossip comes and goes. But if someone really loves your sibling and you all as his family by extension, a lot of stuff can be forgiven, including what that girl has said in her gossip column.

But maybe that's just me. Dear readers with siblings you don't totally hate (and maybe even love). give me your opinion.

#from a sibling perspective #me channeling Anthony #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #ft penelope doesn't need a redemption arc #polin #on a monday morning? really?

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tired-biscuit · 2 months

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i've just seen your posts on dash biscuit and its so sad you're feeling like that :( If i'm to tell you the honest truth biscuit, I don't remember how I found your account but i remember being so intrigued and hooked immediately - I went on to read your War General Kiba (to somewhat expose myself.. I am War General Kiba anon from around a month ago) bc your writing itched my brain so fuckin good !!

It makes me so sad that uni started recently for me and I have been so caught up I haven't gotten around to reblogging war general kiba because I haven't gotten the moment to write my thoughts regarding those:( they're sitting in my drafts. I decided I would read every single one of your fics a month ago (unfortunately I haven't been able to yet) - including the naruto thirst you elaborated on for me, and though I haven't gotten time to read it, THANK YOU SO MUCH BISCUIT for taking your time out to do that :( <3

You deserve every single one of those likes , but you deserve them alongside an equal amount of reblogs :/ i sincerely hope that these followers and whatnot pull their heads out of their ass and start reblogging - because if they don't, they're not going to have anything to read. bc biscuit you are such an amazing and talented writer, and it always blows my mind we get to read your masterpieces for free. FOR FREE!!!! that is so crazy like, this is stuff that could get you MILLIONS and we have the blessing from you to type a few words onto our screens and read it! like WOW thank you so much <3 🍁 anon

oh my gosh, you’re so sweet; imma start sobbing!

listen, you don’t have to apologize for not being able to read my fics; i get it, life happens and we get busy as people and fanfiction definitely is NOT everything there is to life! so please don’t say sorry for that because there is literally no need for it, like i said. YOU’RE GOOD!

it just grinds my gears that i’m not allowed to vent on here about this particular topic because some people will INSTANTLY jump the wagon to call me ungrateful. i get it, i get notes, but people usually don’t understand that likes don’t mean shit on here and that the majority of those notes are just that: likes. sure, i get a little notif that someone liked my story, but i have no clue what they thought about it based from that heart. i have no clue if they’ve even actually read it. to make matters even worse, it makes the post just straight up fucking die.

i spend hours and hours and hours writing, editing, rereading, tweaking the same story for ages. i could just not post it and keep it to myself, sure, but i enjoy interacting with my moots and my followers in general, and giving people that share my interest in the same characters something to read about, because let’s be real; kiba is niche af. i like feeding the kiba girlies because i barely had anything to eat a couple years back when it comes to him and i’ve worked my fucking ass off for those notes over the years, SO OF COURSE I APPRECIATE THEM, OK?

this debate, or whatever you wanna call it, has been circling around here for ages and it’s useless at this point, i think... writers, artists, creators of all sorts say “please say thank you for my creation that i made for YOU after you’ve asked, i beg” and people call us ungrateful or stuck up or whatever the fuck. i mean, do people seriously think i enjoy self-reblogging all the time and begging for interaction like that robin hood meme with the cup???????? no, i do it because it is the only way people will see my work before it disappears into the ether once again, ffs!!!!!!!!

ANYWAYS, i will write a drabble for your war general!kiba ask when i have the time, i promise! i just want to actually make it good and write like a proper story instead of just my thoughts because he is very dear to me and i am a perfectionist when it comes to my royalty AU and it makes me overthink and just… yeah! he has been sitting in the back of my head, clanking his heavy weapons impatiently, lmao.

I LOVE YOU!

#biscuit mail #🍁 anon

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yandereshingeki · 5 months

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Thank you so much for replying ☹️

Sometimes I get scared when I send in asks, most of the time anonymous, that people will be like ”omg ew who is this weirdo” and just delete it TT I worry about a lot of things lol

I was hoping that it would cheer you up, I know work can sometimes be awful and difficult so I was hoping it would make you happy when you read it,

I am serious though, you are literally so cool to me, your kind of like what I aspire to be, your so talented and funny and from what I’ve seen with eren drawings so pretty 🥹🥹

I’ll try and be more confident and send in more anon asks, 🫶🏻

We seriously don’t deserve a creator like you, your so amazing and all of your works are masterpieces 🥹🫶🏻

Sincerely very scared anon ~~ 😗

P.S ~ thank you for the hugs and kisses ☹️ here take some as well 💋💋💋🫂🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️

I saw this earlier but it was right before I had to head to work so I haven’t been able to reply until now im so sorry 😭!!

I know that feeling so well, cause I used to send anons to people before officially joining tumblr as a writer and it was always the scariest until they responded kindly ;; i’m so glad you were able to though because that big ask really did make my night

and ouuieiii gonna weep that you think im pretty just from my drawings… in real life i find myself very mid so at least I can be pretty in some universe out there!! (maybe I will show my actual face someday…. maybe, sorta like being perceived as my puppy eren pfp LMAO)

Don’t pressure yourself to send asks, but I would love to get more from you dear!! I appreciate you so much I really do, and you seem like such a sweet soul :( I’ll even make a tag for you now hehe

#very scared anon #<3333 #forests mailbox

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ronni-right · 1 year

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I saw you say you were lonely so I kind of wanted to send you a blend of amazing that would hope to make you happy. Awesome mix of the nsfw prompts I'm super surprised more people don't grab. Journey of Daemyra sexi time. Please Rhaenyra 18+. Start, Daemon has been away years he returns but baby girl is repressing those old feelings. He catches her getting off at her room avoiding seeing him. Start -16 “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” She only thinks of him. Next -5 “Touch yourself all you want, only I’ll be able to make you cum.” Followed by -3 “I want to take you apart in every way. With my fingers. With my tongue. Until you are nothing more than a sobbing mess for me.” -43 “would you prefer my fingers or tongue?” Poor Rhaenyra right? And next -14 “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” Combine with -25 “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you” Is this too much? I thought it could be fun to combine some of the best to tell a real sexi story and you could enjoy it. The end of -22 “You’re so tight, I doubt I could even fit inside you.” After he has truly made her a sob mess for him she speaks -38 “Do you think you deserve my maidenhead?” Daemon after proving his answer word and action says -48 “I can’t wait any longer for you” But of course the awesome end of them all is -51 “Why don’t you ride this dragon My Love.” Hopefully you like the combo made and story told with the words. Even if you don't like them all change any of like.

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing(s): Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warning: 18+, Rhaenyra is over 18, uncle/niece, Targcest | Targaryen Incest, lose of virginity

Headcanon: Daemon returns from Stepstones, but his exile never happens as well as the brothel scene.

Author’s note: English isn’t my native language.

Dear Anon, I’m deeply sorry for working on this for so long. As I said before I liked your idea but I’ve got troubles with how to proceed with everything and I was figuring out plot far too long so it took a while, but no matter how lame my writing is, I hope you can enjoy it.

HotD Smut prompts you can send me in Asks. I’m still pretending someone is interested in my writing.

Word Count: 3717

It's literally been years. Years away from her, years of her longing for him, years of miserable life, easily irritated, easy to anger, no passion for anything that wasn’t Syrax or old books about Old Valyria. It was so sad without him. She felt void without his presence. She always feels like that when he isn't around.

Rhaenyra wants to say that these four years seemed like one day to her, but she would be lying if she said so. Those four years seemed like an eternity to her. But finally Daemon is back, as a winner, proclaimed King of the Narrow Sea, cocky and arrogant, and knowing his own value, far more valuable than anyone else to her, and dashing with his new haircut.

Daemon is back.

And Rhaenyra avoids him.

Not that she has real reasons to do that.

He hasn't changed drastically. The same man that left four years ago, only changed in how he looks but not who he is.

But she has changed a little. Rhaenyra didn’t rush into his arms when the opportunity arose, she kept her distance from him, except on the day of his return, when a party was held in his honor where he and her talked about marriage prospects and he told her that he wanted only the comforts of home.

Daemon returned, and her feelings for him lit up again. Rhaenyra thought that in these four years her feelings would disappear, but no, it didn’t happen. And her dreams about him became more persistent. Now she spends nights thinking about him, with a languor in her stomach, which is satisfied only by the fingers between her legs and the thoughts of him. She dreams about his fingers inside her, she dreams about him in her bed, kissing her, touching her and promising her that he will be her husband one day.

Rhaenyra looks at him across the table. She didn’t plan to spend this evening alone with him. They supposed to dine at father’s quarters, but the second before she supposed to leave her own bedchambers, Daemon burst into, telling that Viserys is ill, Alicent is staying with him, and they, her and Daemon, are to have dinner alone and a few moments later servants came to serve them dinner.

Daemon sips his wine, looking at her. She averts her eyes from him, looking at her already cold roast duck. She has no appetite. It’s silent, he already told her everything about war, she told about what happened in his absence in the capital.

The thing with Daemon: no matter how long they didn’t see each other, when they see each other again, it’s just like a few days passed. It was always like that, but not this time. Rhaenyra is a little bit tense about him, even though she enjoyed his company the day he returned.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks to fill the silence, finally looking at him and taking a few gulps of her own wine.

It’s her third cup, and Westeros wine knows to be strong and she feels its impact on her. She feels her cheeks are red, body is hot in her dress, and she likes the heat like all dragons do, but it makes her want to get naked. And when she watches Daemon, she knows she won’t be able to stop looking at him.

And Rhaenyra knows how her night will end, naked, not under the covers, spread on her bed while working her cunt wet. She found some books in the library, explaining men’s and women’s body parts, with pictures, and explaining how different bodies work, and how to find pleasure. She didn’t expect to find such a book in the library but she was glad she found it.

“I don't think you should know my thoughts, princess.” Daemon finally murmurs, and his gaze heavy on her.

“But your answer shows you have something to tell me.” She answers fast, eager to know what he has on his mind.

“I always have something to tell you, Rhaenyra.” He softly smiles at her and then chuckles: “As far as I remember you alway loved my stories.”

“Nothing has changed.” Rhaenyra will always love his stories and his soozing voice.

“Are you sure?” Daemon asks with an raised eyebrow, like he doesn’t believe her.

“Yes.” She nods.

“You seem distant these days.” He makes a remark. Daemon is indeed observant, and she averts her gaze and picks on the food even as she doesn’t feel like eating. Rhaenyra just needs something to do and has an excuse not to look at him because he sees through her. “And when you were a child you always seeked me out when I was at Red Keep. But you haven't done it once since I returned.”

Rhaenyra indeed isn’t a child. She is all grown, with desires she can’t sate alone. She can’t tell him the truth, that she avoids him because she wants him.

“I’m not a child anymore,” Rhaenyra answers softly, “and I’m busy with my duties. And we dine together every day.” She looks at him with a smile for a few seconds before looking down at her plate.

“Maybe it’s not enough for me.” He rumbles. “And you changed.”

She looks up at him:

“Don’t you like it? Don’t you see your little dragon in me anymore?” She asks apprehensively. He noticed a change in her behavior, though she hoped it wouldn't. But he is always too observant when it comes to her.

“You are my little dragon, no matter how old you are.” He says it in a low, soft voice, and his smile is also soft, his eyes filled with tenderness for her. And only to her. Only with her can he be gentle, although this is completely not in his nature.

“I hope it won’t ever change.” She bats her eyelashes at him. She really hopes it won’t ever change.

“I can swear it won’t.” He says, and it's a promise.

She beams at him. Daemon never once broke any promises he gave her.

“So … did you miss me?” Daemon asks.

“Maybe just a little.” Rhaenyra tries to sound serious. It’s a lie of course. She missed him terribly.

“Just a little?” He raises an eyebrow.

“You know, I have little time to miss you. After all, I used to you being away longer than you stay there.” It’s a sad truth. It broke her heart every time he was banished after just a few months he stayed in Red Keep. She cried and begged him to return, begging her father to make Daemon stay. But her wishes were never granted. As she grew, she cried and begged less, but her heart was broken anyway.

“Do you want to change it, my little dragon?” He asks with a teasing.

“It doesn't matter what I want,” Rhaenyra sighs heavily. “You always piss father off and it always ends the same, you get yourself banished.”

“I'm planning to not repeat this.”

“What?” She is surprised that it shows on her face.

Daemon takes another sip of his wine before saying:

“Like I said, I want comforts of home.” And there is a deep meaning, but she doesn’t understand him right now, her mind a little bit clouded. Nor does she understand why he looks at her so focused and determined.

Rhaenyra doesn’t answer immediately, sipping her wine. Maybe she should stop. It’s her third goblet after all. But after a pause, she licks her lips and tells him:

“We will see how long you will last.”

“I promise it will last long.” he salutes her with a goblet and winks at her.

“Why?”

“Because I remember it made you happy. And I want to make you happy. And I will stay there as long as you want me to be by your side.”

Rhaenyra feels hot at this confession. She wishes for him to stay by her side forever. But she doesn’t tell him that, saying:

“Thanks, uncle.” She salutes him back and empties the cup to the bottom with Daemon doing the same and still watching her.

🌘

The fire in the fireplace paints her room in dark red, and shadows dance on the walls. The fire gives a lot of warmth and not so much of a light, so it’s almost dark. And darkness keeps secrets of what she does at night. Rhaenyra sighs and lets her legs fall apart. She is already wet, it’s all because of Daemon's presence. She brushes her thumb over her clit lightly. Like always she imagines Daemon touching her, Daemon’s hands and fingers, much longer than hers and rough from his sword. She strokes herself slowly and arches at her bed, rubbing herself faster.

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra moans quietly, not registering the intruder's presence, who looks at her with a hunger no one but her could sate. She cries softly and opens her eyes just to gasp as she sees Daemon standing by her bed. Rhaenyra doesn’t immediately react to his presence. Probably a few seconds pass, she stares at him, he looks at her naked body before she exclaims: “Daemon!” Rhaenyra immediately throws a blanket over herself, wrapping herself in it. “What are you doing here?!”

He pouts when she wraps herself in a blanket. And he looks disappointed but then he grins:

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Rhaenyra only thinks of him of course, but she exclaims:

“No! I don't!” But she should be quieter. If the guards at the door heard her, they would no doubt decide to find out what was going on and if she was safe. And if they catch Daemon in her room, then Daemon will be sent into exile again. And how did he even get into her room, bypassing her guards, who should not leave her room at all while she is inside?

Daemon silently examines her face, standing at the foot of her bed.

“No?” His lips curve into a smirk once again and he whispers: “You whispered my name, Rhaenyra. There is no one in Red Keep who is named Daemon but me.”

Rhaenyra called for him. He is the only man she wants and sadly the man she couldn’t have because of his marriage to Lady Royce and because father won’t ever approve of Daemon as her husband even if she lists hundreds of reasons this match is the best one.

“You shouldn’t be there, Daemon.” Rhaenyra states, looking at her blanket.

“You cried for me, princess.” He speaks in a barely audible voice.

“You should leave.” She answers in the same manner.

“Are you sure you want this?”

Rhaenyra just nods, not trusting her voice. She knows Daemon stares at her, feels his heave gaze on her, but she still looks at the blanket. It’s the right thing for him to do. Her reputation would be ruined if any one gets a whiff of him being in her chambers that late at night. But she doesn’t want him to leave. Her cunt aches, unsatisfied.

Daemon moves, and on a few broad steps he ends up standing by the headboard. He leans to her, his hand rests on the apex of thighs, and his nose is pressed against her temple, and he whispers hotly in her ear:

“Touch yourself all you want, only I’ll be able to make you cum that you will forget everything.” Daemon lingers by her side, nuzzles into her hair for a few seconds before kissing her temple and moving from her. He respects her, she knows it perfectly well, that’s why he retreats.

Rhaenyra looks after his retreating figure, realizing with regret that if he leaves now, her opportunity to be as close to him as possible will also disappear. He would never visit her like that again.

“Daemon,” she calls him softly and he stops, turning just slightly to her. “Do you want me?” Maybe he will find this question to be silly, but she wants to be sure. She wants him wanting her, not the throne, not the crown or the position he may hold if he stays by her side.

When he turns to her and says:

“I want you, Rhaenyra.” She believes him.

Rhaenyra pushes the covers away and rises to stand on her knees. Daemon doesn’t need any other answer from her and he returns to her immediately, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. And she melts against him immediately, her hands coming up to clutch his shirt while he holds her face in his palms, kissing her softly and intimately. Rhaenyra doesn’t know how to kiss properly, but she learns fast, mimicking his movements. And the kiss turns to be more heated with every second, until he parts from her to take a deep breath. It's just a few inches between them, and he breathes into her lips, while looking her directly into the eyes:

“I want to take you apart in every way. With my fingers. With my tongue. Until you are nothing more than a sobbing mess for me.”

There is a heat pooling between her thighs that demands to be sated, and her cunt throbs. She needs this, she needs him. Rhaenyra pulls him down to kiss him again. And when his lips touch her, Daemon hands move from her face to her waists and then up her body and he gropes her breasts. It sends a jolt of pleasure and she presses herself more against his palms. Daemon growls against her mouth, his hands rubbing and squeezing, while he kisses her.

“You are perfect,” He says when he pulls from her again. Rhaenyra whimpers at the loss of the contact, watching him taking off his boots. But then he is on her again, and she doesn’t even notice how she finds herself on her back, and he hangs over her, kissing her lips first, then her cheek, moving lower, kissing every inch of her skin, his palms on her thighs. He nuzzles her skin, nibbing all the way he goes. Rhaenyra doesn't have a lot of things to do, being in this position, but she runs her fingers through his hair and he makes a throaty groan that makes the wetness between her legs increase. Daemon kisses her under the belly button and looks at her, asking:

“Would you prefer my fingers or tongue?”

Is he joking right now?

“Can’t I have both?” She pleads. “Please, uncle.” Rhaenyra is hot all over, and so-so wet, she was never that wet.

“I knew you would say that, my little demanding princess.” Daemon smirks, spreading her thighs slowly. “You are spoiled to the core.”

“Partly it’s your fault.” She says and whimpers, when his two fingers rub over her clit.

“And I enjoyed every second,” Daemon doesn’t stop his actions, rubbing her clit that makes her buck her hips against his fingers. “And I plan to enjoy it in the future.” And he presses his face into her cunt, lapping at her slick folds.

Rhaenyra pants and rolls her hips to seek more, and as she does so, Daemon grunts more. There is no denying he likes it all like she does. Daemon slides a finger into her cunt, and she freezes. She never did that, and it’s a new sensation that fills her, and she likes it. Daemon pumps his finger in and out, asking:

“Good?”

“Yes,” she whimpers and Daemon smiles.

He presses a kiss to her soft thigh, then to her clit, with his fingers working inside her. And seconds later he adds a second finger. Rhaenyra gasps and grips his hair.

“Daemon,” she moans, her body shaking and wriggling on the bed from pleasure.

“My little dragon, look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” He says teasingly, stopping his fingers from moving, still inside her. His gaze burns as he looks at her cunt. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” Daemon whispers and then licks her clit again, continuing to move his fingers again, spreading her apart.

It feels good, better than her own fingers and Rhaenyra grids into him, taking his fingers inside her and clenching around them. “You’re so tight, I doubt I could even fit inside you.” He murmurs against her clit.

It’s a torture, really, but what a sweet torture, as she wriggles on her bed, seeking the release, but everytime she is almost there, he stops, moves to nib at her thighs. Rhaenyra doesn’t know how much time has passed, but she is a sobbing mess, on the verge of crying because she wants the relief so badly.

“Daemon, stop.” She pleads and Daemon stops and looks at her. “Do you truly think you deserve my maidenhead? That you deserve me and the place by my side when I would be crowned.” Rhaenyra asks, far too serious for the situation they are in.

Daemon moves to her, pressing his forehead into hers:

“No lord but me deserves you, Rhaenyra. We share the same blood, and We have always been meant to burn together. We both know it. And I really can’t wait any longer for you. I need you right now. I want you to be mine forever.”

Rhaynera wants him. And she will have him. So she helps him to get rid of his shirt and pants. His skin is covered in scars and burns. But it causes even more excitement. This shows that he is a fighter, the best in the kingdom. And the fire didn’t kill him, because he is a dragon. Rhaynera looks at his cock, red and hard between his legs. And this makes her cunt to gush more slick.

“Will it-” she stops, not knowing what question to ask, will it hurt or will it fit because he is so huge. But she doesn’t feel any fear. Rhaynera wants to touch his cock, taste it, suck on it and maybe chock.

“It will.” His eyes are soft and he rests his hands on her sides, caressing her. And she doesn’t know whether Daemon said it will fit or will it hurt but it will is an answer to both of her questions. “But we can always stop.”

“No.” Rhaynera says far too fast that it makes him chuckle.

Daemon kisses her passionately. They stroke each other, wherever they can reach, and then, when they are both panting, he pulls away. His hand is big, but it doesn’t cover all his cock as he wraps his hand around his cock. And she likes the size difference between them when Daemon covers her with body, lining his cock up with her cunt.

“I will always take care of you, Rhaenyra,” he presses a kiss to her head and the same moment he enters her slowly.

They look at each other, while he pushes his cock in further. He doesn’t rush, gives her time to adjust and it’s painful, at first, but she just whispers “keep going, don’t stop” and he doesn’t stop until he is fully inside her.

She can’t deny pain is there, sharp, but it goes away and there is pleasure. Daemon peppers her face with little kisses, his palm rests on her hip while his other palm strokes her clit. And she adjusts to him inside, adjusts to the heavy pressure of him. He doesn’t move until she breathes:

“You can move.”

She doesn't expect him to come out of her completely but he does and she whimpers from the loss, however she doesn't have time to say anything because in an instant she's sitting on his hips.

“What?” Rhaynera asks, not knowing what he wants to do.

“Why don’t you ride this dragon, my Love?” Daemon nuzzles her neck, his cock pressed to her cunt. “It will be easier for you and you can control me that way.”

She just hums and he kisses her again and lines up his cock with her hole. Rhaynera moves slowly, but she slides at his cock until she is seated fully, moaning and gripping at his shoulders while he kisses her neck.

“You are the most perfect lady, my little dragon. And all for me,” he moves his hips up, and she cries in pleasure, clenching around him that makes him moan. He is thick and heavy, and fills her completely.

It doesn’t take her long to navigate how to ride him. And Daemon helps her with his hands gripping her hips as she rides him. His cock hits all the right spots inside and every move they make overwhelms her with pleasure.

“I love you, my little dragon,” Daemon whispers and seals his lips to her, gripping her thighs tight.

“I love you too,” Rhaynera whispers and somewhere along the way it’s him fucking into her and not her controling the process but she likes it anyway, the pressure and how good he makes her feel and how his cock drags over her walls that makes her see stars.

Rhaynera feels the building pressure and she cums when he reaches the deepest spot inside her cunt. It’s shattering and she holds him tight, pressing his head to her shoulder. She cries out his name, feeling boneless. Her eyes are slightly wet from tears but it’s happy tears. Daemon fucks her through her orgasm, kissing her tears away. And it takes him more thrust to cum inside her, painting her with his cum.

They stay like that for a few moments, him burying inside her as they slowly kiss but then he pulls away and arranges her in bed, with her half on top of him, safe in his arms under the covers he pulls to cover them.

“I want us to be wed, but father-,” she mumbles, cuddled into her chest.

But Daemon presses a finger to her lips:

“I will make him see reasons, my dragon.” He runs his palm over her bare back and forth and it’s snoozing.

She hums and closes her eyes, warm and content, believing him.

☀️

The next day raven comes with a news:

“Lady Rhea Royce is dead.”

And Daemon is free. But for how long? As this time he wants to be married.

#daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra × daemon #daemon targaryen #rhaneyra targaryen #matt smith #milly alcock #hotd #house of targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd smut

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 1 year

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I mean… you know I love Evan a lot but he is probably a very confused person and someone who can’t make certain decisions easily. Always in a dilemma. He is a bit dependent too as far as I’m concerned. And also he doesn’t or he didn’t use to wanna feel like his age since he’s passed his mid 30’s. It can be a harsh truth for some people to get older.

F is younger okay but she will be 26 this year like come on. She is an adult person. I probably wouldn’t do lots of those things she was doing while dating him. Sharing your sex life with your famous boyfriend so that everyone can learn about it… Girl… This is also accepting the fact that literally anyone can psychologically abuse you by sending threatening texts etc.

She made the situation worse day by day and E started to realize this was not what he wanted from a relationship since he had suffered a lot from the previous ones. Maybe the harm done was mutual. We don’t know for sure.

He needs tranquility in his life and also I sense that he is trying to sober up a little bit maybe quitting drugs (if he was doing we’re not sure again) and decreasing the amount of alcohol. I think he is totally okay with the “family and friends” phase of his life now for a certain while.

hey anon.. i don't disagree with anything you said! i feel the same. one of the main points i stressed in starting this blog was that we are NOT going to baby evan and act like he doesn't have his own issues. a big bone i had to pick with other tea accounts was that they acted as though evan never had any undesirable traits or habits. never looked at a drug or alcohol. never said a cross word. hello, he is HUMAN. we all pretty much know and accept that he has (had?) substance abuse issues and seems to have a fair amount of personal struggles. he finds toxic, codependent relationships and then hangs onto them for dear life when they've gone far past their expiration date.

sometimes i feel like the drunken mare of easttown scene was so very real and believable because it kind of is where evan has been recently. i'm sure he fully believed for way too long that he'd be married with the white picket fence and maybe some kids by now. and like a lot of men he's just gone into the opposite direction dating childish women who wreak havoc. i hope he stays single for a while, then finds an age appropriate woman who can help him sequence into the next phase of his life, since he seems to really want companionship. i do believe evan is a good guy who deserves happiness.

#evan peters #anon asks

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astromechs · 1 year

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Hopefully this isn't seen as too forward but I could hug and kiss you for explaining so eloquently how Vader was done well in a way Thanos wasn't. I don't want to get into my complicated history but it actually hurt to see people making excuses for Thanos when I and people I know have been in similar abusive situations as Gamora. It wouldn't have mattered if Thanos was decent every day pior, that doesn't excuse his actions in IW. The fact that some people not only found it acceptable but also retrospectively tried to sweep under the rug all the past treatment Gamora endured, was unsettling to say the least.

Another thing that made me uncomfortable is the fact that right or wrong to a large portion of the audience Thanos is white and Gamora isn't due to who plays/voices them. I do find audiences/fandoms are ready by default to side with or identify with characters based on those those traits. There were a lot of excuses for Thanos floating around different fandom spaces while scrutinizing the actions of characters that actually loved Gamora and whether Gamora was worth ressurecting at all. I've seen people surprised by some of the dismissal of Gamora after vol 3 but truth is people started doing it after Endgame. I saw suggestions of who could replace her on the team and it was always white characters or those played by white actors.

I'm still trying to sort out my feelings regarding vol 3 and how much I feel it did to support Gamora's character vs what could have been better. Either way more people should be seeing the strength in Gamora's character. She got dealt a crap hand twice over and still managed to be so much more than Thanos made her. There were some really great character beats and shifts for her in vol 3 that people are missing and I hope that changes.

that's really what was so unsettling about this, and about how all of it was excused or dismissed; there are too many parallels with the way abuse gets excused and dismissed in real life, and real life people are affected by this. i don't even have those experiences in my personal history directly, having only worked with that particular form of trauma secondhand as a mental health professional, and i was deeply unsettled by not only the portrayal within infinity war itself, but also the discourse after it and what has still endured in the years since — so i can't even imagine the full horror of what it's like to be watching all of this go down with that in your history. i'm taking you into my arms, dear anon 🫂

there really is that element, too, just like you said, of gamora being played by a woc and thanos being played by a white man, that plays into a lot of the racist tendencies of both general audiences and fandom specifically. as i'm white, i don't feel qualified to speak on all the nuances of this, but it's something that's very much there and something i've very much noticed with respect to, in this particular instance, how gamora's character gets treated. that also gives this whole... undercurrent to the story of what thanos did to gamora, taking her from her home and her culture and assimilating her into his own design for what he deemed she should be, that i think a lot of people aren't thinking about.

and i'm right there with you; i, too, am still sorting out my feelings about vol 3, especially with respect to gamora, because it's very complicated! there was good stuff there, but i also wanted a lot more and don't think she got nearly the amount of focus that she should have, especially with the narratively seismic events of infinity war and endgame. it really sucks to see people just... sweeping her under the rug. she deserves better than that.

#asks #anonymous

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take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar · 1 year

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Darling anon (i feel a bit less stressed and kinda find that being my tag name kinda amusing to me but it’s mainly to identify as the same person etc.) (feel free not to answer this but this is just a response msg rather than leaving it open so you know I’ve read it)

I appreciate you taking the time to reply and thanks for also understanding, a lot of people might’ve gotten angry over me mentioning stuff like that though I didn’t expect you to as I enjoy the blog as I said, seems like a safe space, and you seem like a kind person.

I also rationalised with myself about how it could just be that as a woman you hadn’t considered anything like that off the bat as you perhaps weren’t used to it, or don’t experience it etc. so it wouldn’t of been actual judgment, just simple inexperience.. though I thought I’d set it straight as well as I also didn’t want to leave you feeling weirded out either and it didn’t sit right considering the intent of the ask was to send get well vibes/check in you’re alright as sometimes people just need that.

(I don’t hate you for role playing a gay guy, anyone should be allowed to RP anything as long as they’re sensitive/respectful to real life people as well, I only would’ve felt unhappy if it was that you RPd a gay character but weren’t understanding/got funny about real life behaviours or more intolerant to irl gay peoples behaviour/speech/all that, just as some women I’ve come across treat real gay people very different to their favourite gay characters, even if it’s positive obviously there’s such thing as positive homophobia as well, and I needed to understand what was happening.)

Hi again dear~, and i know you said i haven't got to answer this-- but, in turn i wanted to do so just so you know i've seen and read your message as well-- (it just took me a bit to reply this time as i was waiting until i had my laptop again)

Anyway though, i'd like to open this reply with a small apology for if i've misinterpreted/misunderstood anything from both this and your last message, given that sometimes my comprehension can be a little iffy-- But aside from that, i'm still glad to hear that you enjoy my blog~ and still think i seem like a good person even if that initial ask gave an impression i wasn't aiming to give--

Seeing as i do try my best to be an understanding person, and even in moments when i might not fully understand, i'll try my best not to treat anyone without at least a little kindness-- (unless they've done something to deserve otherwise, but that's another issue all together--)

And yes i do admit that thanks to both my status as a woman, and in part thanks to my background as well, i may not have as much experience/understanding of things in a gay/queer space-- i again try my best to be understanding about things i may not know much about, and hopefully plan to learn more about these things in the future… I do appreciate you trying to be understanding with me in return about that, though~ and very much still appreciate the good vibes you originally came to send💕

(aaaa i'm glad to know you don't hate me for soemthing like that-- as i agree, anyone should be allowed to rp whatever they like, so long as they're respectful and such to those irl it may deal with or effect-- because i 100% don't agree with anyone who would treat, for this example, someone gay in real life differently than you would any other person-- even if you do so in a way that's seemingly positive, but like you said, instead ends up being positive homophobia-- because to me, regardless of who a person is, so long as they treat you kindly/with respect they deserve the same in return--)

And to close out this ask, i apologize if i didn't touch on all your points-- But for now this is the best response my brain can give me, so i hope it covers things well enough ; w ;" Tough i'll also close with wishing you well, and hoping that you're having a wonderful day~

#{|ooc post|}#{|There... Satisfied now?: Asks|}#{|Looks like ya forgot the lens cap: Anonymous|}

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stormyoceans · 1 year

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oh, my dear Monica, you grew on me so much, i check your blog at least once a day to see if you updated, answered asks or reblogged something with tags. I'm glad my message made you feeling cared for and made you smile 💛💜 I'm very very glad. you know, right now I'm not doing well. my family is falling apart because my parents can't decide if they want a divorce or nah (I'm feeling so silly that I, 26 years adult, worry about it. but i live with them and they treated me not badly. of course I'm worrying for them. but still.), my work is shitty and I'm payed not much (but there's a lot less work than it used to be. and i have good colleagues. i feel like i don't have the right to complain about it because at least i have work and getting some money. but. but.), my sleep became much lighter and now i woke up from smallest noise(and my parents make a lot of noise when they argue) and it's so exhausting. i got sick (I'm sure it's because of my not good sleep and constant stress). i stopped responding to messages from everyone just because i feel so isolated in my mind and i just don't. know. what. to. do. with my life. sure, get out of your parent's house, find a new job and seek a psychologist's help but I'm feeling exhausted just from thinking about it. I'm telling you all this because i want you to know that i was reeeeally glad when you said you felt loved. your answer made me smile too. and when you wished me all the kind things in the tags I was feeling very touched. thank you for being so kind and lovely. wish i could go for a walk with you and blabber about fandoms and weather and sit with you on seaside (💙) and just look into the distance and put my head on your shoulder hszxjjh if you wouldn't mind of course. hope your boss will be reasonable and will let you have your well deserved rest. I wish you the best 💛

i would absolutely love to go for a walk by the sea and talk with you about everything, anon, and please know that my shoulder is always here for you to rest on, even if it's just on the spiritual plane. im really glad if my silly little blog can make you smile and give you some kind of comfort 💜💜

im so sorry you're going through such a hard time. for what it's worth, i think that it's completely understandable to worry about your parents and feel bad when they fight. just because you're an adult it doesn't mean that it's any easier to deal with something like this. on the contrary, you are actually aware of the situation and of what it implies in a way that children simply can't be, so if anything it can be even harder for you to carry all this weight now. i also think we all have a little right to complain. like, yeah, there are always gonna be people who have it worse than us, just like there are always gonna be people who have it better than us, our feelings are still valid, our struggles are still real

all this to say that i really hope you're gonna be able to prioritize yourself and your well-being, which sure, in the long run it does probably mean move out, find a new job and talk with a therapist, but the small every day things count too, and before you can focus on the big changes you have to take care of yourself in any little way you can. i feel like im not in a place where i can give you advice but i wish you'll be able to eat well, drink enough water and find something to smile about every day. maybe you can also try to talk to your parents about their arguments affecting your sleep so you can get some good rest

also i know it's hard since i tend to isolate myself as well when im not doing okay, but reaching out to people is very important because we can't carry everything by ourselves. if it's easier talking to me rn rather than someone you know in rl, then please know that im here for you, whether if it's to lend you an ear or scream about fandom stuff or offer some comfort. im holding your hand tight and sending you all the love 💜💜

#i hope you'll feel loved too anon because you are i love you!!!!!#wishing for things to get better soon and for you to have a good day!!!!#🫂💜🫂💙🫂💛#m: ask

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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

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Hello! Lots of love to you. 😘 can I request GoM+ Takao thinks reader is going to breakup with them but is actually not. It can be funny misunderstanding or angst anything really. Happy ending.

A/N: Lots of kisses for you my dear anon! 💋 I tried to keep them all the same length, but guess what?? I failed (✌︎ ՞ਊ ՞)✌︎ Hope you’ll enjoy these nonetheless!! <33

Tags: GoM and Takao x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅ angst ✅ jealousy ✅

image/art source: Takao -> Pixiv (by もいさま)

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Kuroko:

Being in a relationship with Kuroko was filled with nothing but tranquility and love. The two of you rarely had any type of conflict with each other, but one very urgent problem you’d always had in mind was the lack of communication. Because your boyfriend was so silent and barely complained whenever something was amiss, you tended to misunderstand each other…

One morning after you’d entered Seirin’s school building, you immediately caught a glimpse of your blue-haired boyfriend, and just as you were about to go up to him and greet him with your usual hug, he wordlessly turned his back to you and disappeared in the crowd. His behavior was quite unusual, but you figured that he just didn’t see you and went on with your day.

Unfortunately, the young man kept showing you the cold shoulder on that day, and by the end of his team’s basketball training, he’d even gone back home before you.

“Did something between you two happen?” asked Kagami as soon as he saw your dejected reaction to the unexpected news. Your grip on your school bag’s rims tightened and you simply shook your head.

“Not that I’m aware of anything…”

“Then why don’t you just ask him?”

His teammates stared daggers at the tall young man who had once again said something insensitive, but to you, it was a simple summary of the constant problem between your lover and yourself, so you couldn’t help but giggle at his question and nod.

——

Just where have you hidden yourself Tetsu?!

Annoyance had distorted your usually calm facial features and was chasing away any of your classmates that hoped to approach you for whatever reasons. After Kagami had given you the necessary push you needed, you made it your mission to find your lover and confront him once and for all, but he was nowhere to be found. No matter who you asked, where you went, what you did, it was as if he never came to school. At times such as these, his low presence proved to be pretty useful and a damn nightmare for you, but you stayed vigilant and even decided to make use of some…unexpected tactics.

During the second break, you sprinted to your lover’s classroom, knowing fully well that he was already gone, and called for his partner, who only very reluctantly agreed to accompany you during your search. The plan you’d forged relied entirely on Kagami’s strong presence that - according to his teammates - was so strong that even the people who saw him daily couldn’t help but stare at him. You knew that Kuroko was more or less immune to this and preferred to look down at his book, so you were positive that with this plan you’d find the odd one out of the crowd pretty easily.

Luckily for you, the plan was a success and after just a couple of minutes you’d caught sight of the familiar blue hair, but when you locked eyes with your loved one, a sharp pain ran through your chest. Kuroko looked heartbroken and had to bite his lip to hide his anger and tears.

“(Y/N), this is your chance! Go! Run!”

The unexpected encouragement from the man next to you managed to wake you up from your trance and not even a second later you were running after your lover. Fortunately for you, he wasn’t that quick and on top of that, you were convinced that he ran extra slower than usual because somewhere deep inside of him he wanted to talk to you as well.

“(Y/N)…I-”

“We can’t continue like this Tetsu,” you began and intended to take a small breather before you continued, but the anxious face of your counterpart made you reconsider, “what I mean to say is, that we can’t ignore our constant misunderstandings due to miscommunication. I love you Tetsuya and whenever I am with you everything is nearly perfect, but we need to do something about your aversion of expressing your opinion and my reluctance to speak up about it.”

You couldn’t blame him for being so surprised that he couldn’t answer instantly since you surprised even yourself with how direct you were. Just as you were about to break the uncomfortable silence between you two, Kuroko unexpectedly wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

“Thank god…I thought you wanted to leave me for Kagami-kun.”

“Excuse me, what? Why would I-” you stopped for a moment and remembered the scene he saw just a couple of minutes ago before you corrected him, “…I needed his help to find you, since all of my earlier attempts were futile against the legendary Phantom Sixth man, you know?”

And with that small joke, you both chuckled, kissed each other, and decided to spent the rest of the break hand-in-hand, while you resolved the small thorn in your relationship.

Kise:

Being Kise’s lover was pretty tiresome and restricting. Since he was a famous model a lot of rules had to be followed by not only him but you as well.

Any selfies you took are not to be shared with anyone and not to be published. Bragging about him as your boyfriend was out of the question. Public dates? I think not.

When his manager had first thrown all of these at you, you were pretty stomped and ready to burst with anger, but he stopped you and after your talk, Kise reassured you that you would still do the majority of the things “normal” couples do, but you’d simply have to be more careful and aware of your surroundings than others. You trusted him of course and he didn’t lie, in fact, he made an enormous effort to provide you with a proper love life, one that you deserved. Much to your surprise, everything was working out just fine and you got used to the abnormalities of some situations pretty quickly, but as we all know life can rarely be filled with nothing but sunshine and rainbows…

-` EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH MODEL №1 KISE RYOUTA ´-

That was the headline of one of the many magazines your boyfriend was featured in. You always made sure to show your support for his career by buying almost every issue that had a section dedicated to your blond lover, that and the fact that the photographers and designers always made him look hotter than he already was. With a big grin on your face, you browsed the magazine until you found the corresponding pages and began reading yet another interview.

At first, the questions were pretty standard and tame, asking the young model what his future plans were, how he manages school, basketball club, and modeling without being stressed out at all, and many more similar questions such as these. Being his significant other, you caught a few lies of his that he had to make up in order to keep your relationship a secret and even though it didn’t sit entirely right with you, you brushed it off since you knew that he couldn’t help it. With mixed feelings, you read on until one particular question and answer caught your eye.

-` Q: A lot of your female fans have been constantly speculating about what type of boyfriend you’d make, what’s your take on that subject?

-` A: (laughs) Well you see, I hate to break it to everyone, but I like the type of women that don’t tie me down. I just can’t imagine myself being with the same person every single day, it’d be quite suffocating, you know?

You stared at that answer for a while, hoping that the words would just merge into something that didn’t sound so…ruthless, but to no avail. Just as you were about to continue your lecture, the front door to your apartment opened and the familiar voice of your lover echoed, filling your home with more life than before. While the blond removed his shoes and jacket you quickly hid away the magazine and forced yourself to smile, hoping that he wouldn’t notice…

——

“You damn idiot, what were you thinking?!”

“Oh (Y/N)…what do you even see in him?”

“I have never been more pissed off to be in the same team as you…”

The moment Kise had entered the gym to participate in today’s training all of his teammates had surrounded him and had begun reprimanding him for something he couldn’t quite understand because of how chaotic everyone was. It took a while, but when they became more or less calm he used to chance to find out just what’s got them so pissed off.

“Isn’t it obvious you imbecile?! That over the top answer of yours is what we’re so mad about”

“Kasamatsu-senpai I can’t quite follow…what answer are you referring to?”

After being kicked down by the shorter man and lectured yet another time, Kise finally understood just what this fuss was about. You’d been quite out of it since his latest interview got published, so the guys decided to find out what had you so bothered and the answer was, of course, Kise…who else?

“B-But I didn’t mean it! It was just for show an–”

“Does (Y/N) know?” interrupted Moriyama with an unusually serious tone. Your lover intended to answer fully confident that you were aware, but a small voice inside of his mind stopped him in his tracks. How were you supposed to know that he didn’t mean it when he never explained himself? What if the reason you’d been so absentminded these past few days was that you were planning on leaving him?

N-No…I can’t let that happen…i-if we break up then what am I–

“Excuse me, is Kise here?”

At the unexpected sound of your voice all of the members instantly shut up, turning to you, but before anyone could answer you, the blond took off sprinting right towards you and wrapping his muscular arms around your body.

“Please forgive me (Y/N)-cchi, I…I figured we’d been over this and that you know that no matter what I say to the press, I never really mean it. It’s all supposed to be a façade to make me more attractive to the public, b-but you know me, right? The real, insecure, weak, and ambitious me…the one that’s no good without you…”

Even if he’d taken you by surprise with his sudden hug, his words rendered you pretty much immobile and left you with no choice but to listen to his desperate apology. He held you tighter and buried his face in the crack of your neck. The moment you felt something wet drip down on your clothing, you wrapped your arms around him protectively, gently caressing his head, and kissing his temple all the while he whispered one apology after the other, begging you to never leave his side.

“I won’t ever leave you, Kise…I promise”

Midorima:

“…and with that, we’re coming to today’s last and unfortunately most unluckiest signs of all…Cancer!”

At the sudden announcement, Midorima flinched, grip tightening on his iPod, as he continued listening to his daily horoscope. His sign being the unluckiest out of all was quite the rarity and that alone was worrisome, but the fact that today’s misfortune was predicted to be in his love life made the man the more afraid. Usually, he’d ignore any prognosis that went beyond his career, but the moment you had become his girlfriend, Midorima couldn’t help but lend an ear every time the presenter of his favorite show mentioned the word love.

Your lover’s flame for you has been near extinction, I suggest breaking up with them before they do, or else this pain will haunt you for eternity…

With heavy steps, the green-haired man made his way to his school, lucky item in hand and a never before experienced fear deeply rooted in his heart. If possible he’d try to avoid you as much as possible today, so that you couldn’t break things off with him. He was aware that his behavior was quite over the top, but that was his way to cope with the anxiety of losing you - his most important person. In Midorima’s eyes this was a solid plan, but putting it into action was harder than expected.

Every time you jogged up to him with your angelic smile, your big and beautiful eyes that sparkled the moment you saw him, the energetic way you waved to your boyfriend when you spotted him across the hallway were so adorable and heart-warming that whenever he had to act extra cold towards you, it felt like his heart was being torn apart anew every single time. While he was beating himself up over his behavior, you simply shrugged it off and figured that he was on his usual tsundere trip for some reason and decided to ask him about it after basketball practice.

“Shin-chan sure is acting weird today, huh?” asked Takao with a hint of amusement in his voice as he sat down next to you on a bench in the courtyard. You simply looked up at him and nod with resigned smile on your face as you answered: “I’m somehow used to his antics, but something must’ve happened for him to act so…distant.”

The boy next to you studied your expression and despite his usual enjoyment of watching a misunderstanding between the two of you unfold, he could see how much the green-haired man’s behavior was weighing on you, so he broke his silence and told you about Midormia’s plan that he’d schemed following today’s horoscope.

——

“Midorima Shintarou, we need to talk…now!”

Your loud and sudden order startled the young man in gym clothes, who was mere movements away from throwing his umpteenth three-pointer, as well as his teammates. If it weren’t for the serious tone in your voice, he would’ve come up with some kind of excuse to dodge the upcoming conversation.

Now that the two of you were outside of the gym you didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point: “Are you seriously avoiding me all day because of Oha Asa’s words? Is that how little you believe in me and my feelings for you?” Your boyfriend never quite knew how to deal with such straightforwardness and seeing how with each question you uttered, the tears in the corners of your eyes grew, pushed him even further into a corner until he couldn’t handle it anymore and just needed to shut you up. Out of nowhere Midorima took a tight hold of your shoulders, seizing your frantic movements, and pressed his lips firmly to yours, kissing you in the process.

“…now that I finally have your attention, allow me to explain myself, will you?” he asked and waited for your nod before he continued “Look…I know I overreacted and to be honest, my behavior bothered me more than you think. I was just…j-just so afraid to lose you. Up until now everything Oha Asa said came true, s-so–”

Before he could finish his sentence, it was your turn to kiss him on the lips and use his moment of confusion to stop the train of negative thoughts that were about to overwhelm him. “I love you Shintarou…more than any horoscope could ever hope to calculate and sure, every time you listen to this show it all comes true, but did you forget that my sign is on that show as well?”

Your sudden question caught him a little of guard, but the moment you pulled something small out of your pocket he couldn’t help but smile to himself as a light blush spread across his cheeks.

“Unfortunately for you, today is my lucky day and your beloved presenter advised me to be more assertive than what I’m used to, and show my lover just how much he means to me.”

Aomine:

With quick steps, you neared the basketball club’s gym while frantically looking around for your boyfriend, who’d once again decided to ditch today’s training and laze around somewhere.

“Captain, we might have a problem!” you shouted out the moment you entered the building, ready to break the unpleasant news to the young man in glasses, who looked surprisingly relaxed, even though one of his best players was missing yet again. But before you could even say anything he simply put his hand up, motioning you to look behind him with his head, and there you saw the wanted man, crouched down while reading something.

With a heavy sigh, you joined Imayoshi and Wakamatsu, who was looking at the power forward with hopeless and annoyed expressions. After explaining to them that you couldn’t find him at his usual spots, you asked how they got him to join practice that quick.

“Oh you know…the usual” the blond said as he tapped a few times on his mobile phone, searching for something, and the moment he found it, he showed you the typical photo with which they always managed to catch Aomine: one of his favorite gravure magazines being held above a candle’s flame. You eyed the image a tad longer than what the men next to you were used to and then replied drily: “I see.”

The two players you were standing next to, were quite surprised by your reaction and couldn’t tear their eyes from your back as you walked towards the bench where their coach and manager were seated. They wanted to brush it off at first but the moment you had sat yourself down, your sad expression managed to guilt-trip them to such an extent that they immediately walked to the dark-skinned young man to lecture him.

“Aomine, you idiot, stop reading these things already!”

Said man didn’t even flinch at the sudden scream from the blond and continued looking through his magazine. Wakamatsu was already agitated enough and ready to throw punches at his sitting teammate, but the captain stopped him with an unobtrusive head-shake and took his chance not short after: “Ya see…your cute girlfriend’s over ‘ere and she looks mighty disappointed at the fact that ‘er boyfriend gives some random women more love ‘n attention than ya give ‘er. If ya keep that up, then who knows what could happen.”

It didn’t take much to annoy or upset your boyfriend and if you were as tactful as Imayoshi, you could do it whenever you felt like it, but this time he intended to make the man before him aware of what seemed to be a minor problem.

The two of them watched as Aomine finally closed his magazine and stood up, a terrifying glare fixated on the wall before him, and hissed out: “My relationship with (Y/N) has nothing to do with you, so don’t even butt your noses where they don’t belong.” He turned and just as he was about to leave and enter the practice match, he stood beside the man with glasses and stared at him with the same amount of bloodlust he had whenever he faced a strong opponent, and whispered: “Call her cute one more time and see what happens, captain”

——

What the hell is going on?

With a furious expression and gritted teeth, Aomine’s eyes followed your frantic movements in annoyance. He watched how you held Sakurai’s hands and whispered something to him to calm him down, how Wakamatsu ruffled your hair as thanks for bringing him a bottle of his favorite drink and a towel, and how Susa and Imayoshi patted your back while praising you. Today was the first time he actually noticed this, but now everything was making sense.

Since the beginning of this week, Momoi told him that she’d be away for two weeks and couldn’t manage the team in that timeframe. Her childhood friend wasn’t interested, so he didn’t ask any further details such as why she going away or who’d take her place for the time being, but now he wished he would’ve.

During her absence, he didn’t receive any of those dreadful SMS and for the first few days, he was living his life, skipping every single practice day. He did ask you a couple of times whether you wanted to ditch your class and come hang out with him, but he got rejected pretty quickly. Additionally, he rarely asked you out himself so the lack of messages from you wasn’t surprising to him, of course until he heard some of the substitute players comment something about how well you were doing your job as temporary manager.

“So that’s why you were so busy, huh?” he asked in his typical monotone voice the moment you had come back to the bench where he and the coach had taken place. Without sparing him even a single glance you took your clipboard and began explaining something to the older man. Seeing how you ignored him, paired with your cold attitude made Aomine involuntarily remember his captain’s words.

If ya keep that up, then who knows what could happen.

Your conversation with the coach was quickly wrapped up and not soon after just the two of you were left sitting on the bench. Your boyfriend’s deep blue eyes glanced briefly at you and observed how you were writing something in a small pink notebook that most likely belonged to Momoi. He never considered the fact that you would actually lose interest in him or perhaps even break up with him, but your recent behavior change matched exactly that and it scared him more than he let on.

The moment you finished writing and intended to pack everything up, a big hand took a gentle hold of your wrist. Slightly startled and taken aback you looked at the man beside you, who was covering his lower face area as he murmured something that only you managed to hear and understand.

Please don’t go…d-don’t leave me

A small smile slowly adorned your lips as you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, and squeezing it ever so slightly. You figured that the reason he was hiding his face was because of the blush that had painted his cheeks in a shade of dark red. An unusual but very welcome sight as well as a great reward for the plan the entire team had come up with alongside you. The goal? Teaching your lover a small lesson that he’s surely not forgetting that quick.

Mission accomplished…

Murasakibara:

“Hey Atsushi, my friend told me they’d be opening a new store in–“

“Mmm…I don’t wanna go (Y/N)-chin”

You were stunned at the sudden refusal of your boyfriend even before you’d finished your sentence and couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you looked at his slightly annoyed face.

Of course, he’d say that…

And with that prompt rejection, the conversation between you two died down and you wordlessly continued watching the movie you’d put on for tonight, while gently caressing the purple head of the large man who was using your thighs as a pillow.

——

“Eh? You rejected (Y/N)’s invitation again?” asked the black-haired young man while he handed his gigantic friend a tissue for his sticky fingers. With a slightly annoyed glare, Murasakibara snatched the handkerchief from him and hurriedly removed the honey residuals from the snacks he had finished a couple of minutes ago, before answering: “Of course I would…I’m not in the mood to go shopping for hours in this heat.”

The man’s laziness never failed to surprise Himuro everyone who has ever talked to him was aware of his quirks and despite it all, no one has ever left his side. The same goes for you as well. Since the first time you’d seen him, your heart already belonged to him. It was easier to pursue him than you’d expected since his team liked you very much and always helped you out by telling you about his schedule or when he’d come to practice. He was pretty cute once you got to know him better and unbeknownst to you, he had also fallen in love with everything about you. Your smile, the adorable way you tried to follow his basketball practice, the way you panicked when he told you that he didn’t like the type of candy you’d picked out, and everything else about you made his heart thump hard against his chest.

“You know Atsushi…if you keep your indifferent attitude up, your relationship might end pretty soon.”

“W-What do you mean…?”

With a perplexed expression on his face, Himuro took a glance at his friend who had panic written all over him, and reluctantly explained how you could feel neglected by him, or even think of leaving him because he seemingly doesn’t want to spend time with you. The purple-haired young man opened his mouth, wanting to protest but anything he said was immediately rebutted by his friend who told him that he was the wrong person to tell this to, and with that, Murasakibara sprinted out of the room. His destination: your home.

——

You were just out of the shower and preparing yourself to go to bed, when suddenly the doorbell starts ringing furiously, scaring you in the process. With a thumping heart and silent steps, you made your way to your door and took a glance at your peephole, needing less than a second to recognize just who had decided to spontaneously visit you this late at night.

“Atsushi, what are–”

“I’m sorry (Y/N)-chin, please don’t leave me! I-I promise I will go to that store reopening with you a-and to any other event you’d like, I’ll even do it without you having to buy me over with sweets, just–”

Thrown aback as you were, you took a tight hold of Murasakibara’s arms, squeezing them while you screamed at him to hold on and stop talking. Despite your reassuring words it took him a good while to calm down, so you made use of it and prepared some soft drinks, and put a couple of his favorite snacks in a rotating multi bowl set. After putting everything down on the small table in your living room, you got your boyfriend his favorite blanket, covering him with it, and finally sat down next to him.

“Now then, I’m almost afraid to ask you this, but…why are you pleading with me to not leave you?”

With his big and almost puppy-like eyes, he looked at you and asked with a slightly trembling voice: “S-So you really w-want to l-leave me?”

“Heavens no! Who even gave you that idea?”

The moment these few words left your lips, the tension finally left the young man’s body and he slumped back on your couch with a relieved sigh, whispering a silent thank god before massaging his closed eyes. You had never seen your lover being as worried as tonight and you figured that whatever has been bothering him must’ve been quite serious, and that made you in fact even more curious than before. Despite that, you figured you’d wait for him to start his explanation, or at least that was what you’d planned, but after a couple of minutes of nothing but silence, you decided to speak up and reassure him first.

“I’m not quite sure what happened, but it seems like you’re feeling bad for refusing my invite from some days ago, and well…I was kinda disappointed about not being able to go with you there, but I’ve known you for so long now and truth be told, I was prepared for such an answer so I’m not pissed off or anything, you know? You’re just the type of person to prefer staying indoors while lazing around…that’s just how you are and how I love you, so…”

You got embarrassed after a while and the young man’s missing reactions didn’t make it any better, so you eventually stopped mid-sentence and called out to him.

Silence.

“Atsushi…?”

You put your hand on his shoulder and gently shook him, causing his arm with which he was covering his eyes to fall to the side, revealing his slightly puffy eyes and sleeping face.

D-Did he…fall asleep…?

Who would’ve thought that your reassurance alone would have such an impact on him and cause him to fall asleep?

You giggled to yourself and gently caressed some strands of his hair away from his face, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek as you silently wished him a pleasant nap. A few seconds passed during which you contemplated whether you should go to your room or snuggle up to him, you picked the latter and as carefully as possible, leaned your head on his shoulder, closed your eyes, and missed the small smile that adorned Murasakibara’s lips.

Akashi:

Akashi usually isn’t one to get jealous of other people, since he is quite confident that there is no one better suited for you but him. And yet whenever he sees how you talk to Mayuzumi he can’t help but feel a tight pain in his chest and notice how his mood instantly drops. He’d immediately turn away from the sight of the two of you and go somewhere else, preferably the gym where he can either let his frustrations out on the ball or on some of the unmotivated basketball club members. When you were close to him during one of his bad days he was prone to behaving rather rude and harsh and even though he regrets it seconds after opening his mouth he just can’t stop himself. One day though, he truly lost it.

Everything was seemingly going well and then he saw both Mayuzumi and you come in the gym together, hand in hand, laughing, and worst of it all: you were blushing. The red-haired young man watched how his upperclassman helped you sit down on the bench and the way you two looked at each other made the captain feel sick. That’s when a certain thought entered his mind.

What if (Y/N) is planning on breaking up with me for….

While you laughed alongside the older member of the basketball club, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes the way Akashi approached you two and immediately sprung up to calm him down. “S-Sei, please calm yourself down!” you pleaded as you held onto his wrists, but no matter what you said he wasn’t listening, he only had eyes for the man behind you.

Out of desperation you wrapped your arms around the slightly trembling body of your boyfriend and began whispering how nothing was going on between the two of you, how Mayuzumi had only helped you reach the gym since you had sprained your ankle on the way, and how he had teased you for loving the captain too much. As if released from some sort of spell, the young man came back to his senses and returned your embrace in slight confusion. While you were quick to forgive and forget the sudden snap of your boyfriend, the grey-haired man behind you wasn’t in the mood to just forget how the first-year would’ve stabbed him with a ballpen if it weren’t for you. Luckily the other main team members came to calm their teammate down, while you excused yourself, took Akashi by the hand, and went out for a walk to help him calm down.

——

Holding tightly onto your boyfriend’s hand you dragged him off to a more remote area where you could properly talk to each other and resolve any type of doubts that seemed to sprout inside of his already restless mind as a sudden and unexpected whisper caught you off guard. You halted mid-step, turning to the young man behind you, and asked him to repeat what he’d just said.

After a short moment of reluctance, he nodded and did as asked. “I’m sorry for losing myself back there.” His sudden apology caught you quite off guard and made you forget your initial plan. The Akashi you knew rarely showed such enormous remorse for his actions, he might have finally found inner peace with himself and his insecurities, but that didn’t mean that he was now a completely changed man who’d thrown his entire pride away. Not being able to hold back your curiosity, you asked why he felt the need to apologize.

“The way I was ready to lash out at someone older than me, in the same way, I did with Kagami back then was uncalled for…not only that but your expression,” he paused, softly caressing your cheek and continued with a silent voice “that fearful expression you had when you saw me…I-I don’t want to see it ever again.”

Now I get it…

A sad smile adorned your lips as you squeezed his hand tighter. You were secretly thankful for his small outburst right now because it showed you not only that he indeed loved you as much as he usually told you, but also that despite his perfectionism he was very much flawed. He was afraid of losing you and equally afraid of you hating him for expressing these worries. Without saying anything you wrapped your arms around him in a hug and held him tightly as soon as he’d returned your embrace.

“Seijuro…please don’t try to tackle every worry you have on your own. That’s why we are a couple, right? Anything that bothers you, no matter how trivial or serious it is, please share it with me instead of tackling that burden on your own, ok..?”

His sharp yet beautiful eyes looked directly into your own before he leaned his forehead on your shoulder and murmured: “I know, it’s just…I’m still not used to having someone so dependable as you by my side, offering me so much support that I don’t know what to do with it.”

You giggled at his statement and kissed his head, thankful that you had more or less resolved one part of his issues, but more than anything you were happy that from now on he’d involve you more in his worries and problems.

Takao:

Everyone from Shuutoku warned you multiple times that being lovers with Takao would cause you to have severe trust issues and you didn’t believe them at first, but after a couple of weeks, you finally understood their warnings. The lively young man was surprisingly a jokester and tended to take certain things not serious enough for your preference, but since it was a part of his personality, that you’d fallen in love with, you decided to overlook it for the majority of the time.

Usually, his jokes were kinda misplaced and sometimes even more sympathy-inducing than fun, but they never failed to make you crack even the smallest of smiles. But lately, though his jokes started focusing on love and were constantly dealing with the topic of breakup or cheating and it made you quite anxious and hurt that he took these two so lightly without considering your feelings.

Day after day you put up with them until you just couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted him, saying that he should just stop talking for a moment. You were so agitated that you failed to notice his taken aback expression.

“Hey (Y/N)-chan, you do know that I’m just joking, right? There’s no need for you to take it seriously!”

There he goes again with the same excuse…

The young man attempted to take your hand in his, an usual gesture he made every time he upset you, but right now this was the last thing you needed. When his slender fingers brushed yours, you slapped his hand away.

“Not this time Kazu-chan…I’m sorry” you whispered and hurried off, leaving your boyfriend behind who was blown away by your reaction.

——

A few days passed since your little outburst and you’d been avoiding Takao ever since, afraid of being confronted with what you’d told him. You felt bad of course for treating him like that, but you were just not ready to talk to him yet and needed some time to come to terms with your thoughts first.

“What’s with you two always gluing yourselves on me whenever you have some kind of problem?” asked the green-haired young man who you’d forced to stay by your side since then. You responded with a giggle and told him that thanks to his confident behavior and direct words you felt placid and could sort your thoughts in peace. He simply sighed and looked at his lucky item for today, a silver ring with a small green jewel, which he’d once again gotten from his captain, who told him that it was yet another merch of his favorite idol.

“You shouldn’t avoid Takao so much. We both know that he makes jokes to hide away his insecurities and weaknesses and what do you think might happen if he sees us right now?”

He’s…right

You bit your lower lip and slumped forward, leaning your elbows on your thighs as you nodded a couple of times. Nothing good would come out of you brooding over this on your own and having Midorima with you wouldn’t make your little “fight” with Takao just disappear. Seeing you so lost in thought, the young man behind you had an idea, one that he didn’t entirely like, but right now all he wanted was to make you feel better, so he swallowed his pride and handed you the ring.

“Take it…i-it’s not like I’m giving it to you forever s-since it’s not mine and all…b-but Oha Asa said t-that Scorpio might need some k-kind of symbol o-of…love so” he stuttered as he held out his hand, the fragile ring between his bandaged fingers. You were at a loss for words at his gesture and all you could do was whisper out his name in surprise.

“Shin-chan! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Suddenly someone took a hold of your slightly outstretched arm and tugged on it, causing you to stand up and fall against their chest. You looked at the face of the person and it was none other than Takao who was glaring at his friend through glassy eyes. As if bitten by a bug Midorima jumped up and began protecting himself, but all you could focus on was the man who had his arms wrapped tightly around your body. While the two men insulted each other and bickered you realized just how stupid this entire situation was and couldn’t help but smile.

You placed your hand on your boyfriend’s cheek and turned his head, so that he was now facing you, and kissed him, shutting both of them up almost instantly. It took the young man a shot while to return your kiss, but when he did he also took the opportunity to properly embrace you.

“I’m sorry for overreacting Kazu-chan, it’s just that I-”

“No, don’t apologize (Y/N), I know I went too far this time. You know I love you more than anything else in this world and that I’ll never think about leaving you.”

The smile that adorned your lips widened as you nodded energetically and reassured him that your love for him is also one that will most likely last forever.

While you two made up, smiling at each other, the green-haired young man looked at the ring and grinned to himself.

I knew it…Oha Asa is never wrong

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i think that although the theories/aus of puffy's son dream and wil's brother dream are interesting to think about, especially the implications, the (probably) canon statement that he really has no family to me hits the hardest. because it's just dream, you know. his friends hate him, he has none (p relatable), but i can't really imagine,, both not having friends and not having a family. that's kind of what keeps a lot of us sane and okay ( - quill anon (same anon from the c!tubbo c!wil ask) )

ouch quill anon ,, this ask Hurt. it’s true - usually, it’s our family and friends that keep us going, that are the ones that we fight for and live for and love for. c!dream’s “family” was his reasoning behind ,, a lot of the stuff he did, good or bad, and even now you can hear his desperation in getting someone, anyone to visit sometimes, in wanting to know how people are doing outside the cell.

at the same time, he’s a character very much defined by his solitude, by his isolation, by all of the time he has spent,, alone. by the alliances that had been broken, betrayed, forgotten. by how- at the end of the day - he sits for hours on end in an obsidian box with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him. it’s awfully ,, sad, despite everything he’s done. through it all, he’s alone. he survives the horrors of the vault (until this current arc) alone. nobody’s there to hear his thoughts. nobody knows his mindset, or feelings, or wants, or anything that really makes him human. for someone so driven by people, he spends so much time completely isolated - and it’s. honestly really, really tragic.

anyway, this is a sad little drabble set pre-roommates arc abt c!dream in the prison, alone, bc he makes me Sad.

tw: mentioned torture, abuse, violence, broken bones, blood, injuries, mental deterioration, isolation, panic attacks, self-deprecation, trauma, memory loss, death, contemplations of death, dark content, dark imagery

The blank book in his hand stares at him stubbornly, the stark white of the untouched pages nearly burning his eyes, used to the dark walls and floor of the cell. Dream’s hand shakes around his quill, ink splotches marring the pages from where his too-unsteady hand had let the nib brush against the paper and left freckles of black spots behind. He pulls his thumb back from the bottom left corner, hissing slightly when it leaves a dull red fingerprint behind, a smudge of half-dried blood further dirtying the paper.

He’d pulled out one of the books for some reason, probably on a whim, letting his hands run over the leather spine and along the thread of the binding absentmindedly after Quackity left for the day. He hadn’t touched them in a while - he liked to save them, at the beginning, just in case visitors came and he wanted to thank them or if he needed to communicate (though he hadn’t gone silent since Sapnap left, ‘cause Sapnap wanted him to talk and he doesn’t know why he still clings to that visit when it’s been months and he still hasn’t come back, but he promised that if Dream behaved he’d visit again and - it’s stupid to hope, but Dream can’t give up, not yet) and then he kept them because he would need them for the revive book and the Warden would confiscate them, anyway, so it was better not to get attached. Regardless, he’d stubbornly ignored the chest of books for a long time, let the remain closed and the clasp go unlatched as he wasted his days away watching the walls drip bright purple and pretend he didn’t miss his clock.

Until now.

He runs his fingers along the surface of the paper again, ignoring the red and black smudges they leave in their wakes, ruining the previously unblemished pages. The paper is smooth, bearing a very slight grain, and smells clean and woody - this book must’ve been a newer one the Warden replaced into the chest. He’d counted the pages a few times, front and back - there are fifty sheets, so a hundred pages to use as he sees fit, completely empty and untouched. The quill shakes in his hand, the tip pressed against the paper, unmoving.

What is there to write?

He’s forgotten why he pulled out the book in the first place, already - his head keeps getting fuzzier, memory impossibly fragmented and seemingly worsening with every passing day. He knows he had a reason because he’d been very determined about it, had spent what must have been hours dragging himself along the obsidian floor with a broken shinbone jutting out of his right leg and a dislocated left shoulder that he’d taken an extra few minutes to jam back in place by pressing it against the floor. Something had come into his head, probably in the middle of Quackity’s daily session, and he’d found himself desperate to write it down before he forgot despite the throbbing of his head and the pain in his chest making it impossible to take a full breath.

(He must have talked back, or acted defiant, or something - he doesn’t remember much besides the look Quackity had given him after, dark and angry and tight with rage. There had been a hand tangled in his hair, a blade jammed right up against his throat, curses and screams in his ears dying into a singular ringing echo as the blade was pushed deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when Quackity realized that he’d gone too deep and that Dream was choking on his own blood - his memories shatter, and there’s nothing but more screaming, red and black and blood everywhere, warm against his skin, the sweet-sour taste of glistening melon on his tongue, a healing pot desperately stitching his skin together and bringing him back from the darkness that he’d swelled in the corners of his vision - mostly, he remembers everything going cold and numb and he’d realized, halfway into the Void, that he would never leave the Vault alive.)

His hands tighten on the book as he breathes a shallow, harsh breath through his teeth, because - oh. Oh. He looks back at the trembling white plume in his hand, at his shaking fingers clenched tightly near the end, and he swallows the thick, heavy feeling in his throat. Quackity had- and he had- and then-

Right.

He forces air into his lungs steadily, counting the seconds off in his head. He’d learned how to stave off panic attacks on his own ages ago, and the knowledge had come to full use in the Vault - the struggle to stay calm seems harder with every passing day, but he can’t exactly risk himself passing out every three seconds when he’s inevitably set off by the smell of blood or a twinge of pain or any of the million other triggers crammed into this tiny box that’s been the source of all of his torment for months. He keeps up the slow, steady breathing for another few minutes, just enough time to pull back the darkness creeping in from the edges of his vision, and looks back down at the blank paper.

It stares back at him, almost judgmental of his hesitancy. You opened me up, it seems to challenge him, why aren’t you writing? The quill still shakes in his hand. He doesn’t know if it’ll ever stop shaking again.

Dear, he begins, almost in defiance, proof that he Is Going To Write Something, thank you very much, he isn’t just going to chicken out and leave it a blank book (like you have before?) but the quill tip digs into the paper as he grinds to a sudden halt, the empty space next to the first word nearly taunting. He feels his mouth dry, heat rising behind his eyes - the book, silent and blank as ever, stays imprinted in his vision even as he squeezes them shut.

Dear, what a stupid, sentimental way to start a letter. He can’t even fool himself into thinking of it as a business venture, turn it into an elaborate plan to escape and address it to either Techno or Wilbur (who would never receive his message anyway), not without admitting his regard for the two edged past his pretense of professional interested and owed favors. He can hardly write it to Ranboo, not without compromising their already fragile alliance (if it even exists, anymore. The enderman hybrid had yet to visit for months - and sure, it was probably for the best, who knows how Quackity would react if he found out about the nature of their relationship, but that didn’t make it sting any less.)

In the back of his minds, name rise from where he’d kept them carefully buried despite his best efforts. Punz. Bad. Puffy. Sapnap. George. He shakes his head, trying to wave away them from his thoughts, but the effort is as fruitless as it has always been - he stares at the first word angrily, like it has betrayed him, and receives no response. The words are messy, shaking, his script overly looping and rounded like a child’s. He hates it, hates how cheery it looks, even on the bloodstained page - it looks like the beginning of a birthday card, or a perhaps a particularly dedicated Halloween party invite. Like he’s some sort of lovesick teen, writing letters to crushes that would never pay him a second glance. He laughed a little, without any real humor - minus the romance, that description isn’t all that far off.

Because- well. His memories might be shot to all hell, but he doubts he’ll ever forget the hatred on Sapnap’s face, a loaded crossbow pointed between his eyes, George’s expression set in disinterested apathy - “George, you can give the word.” Bad’s face, twisted in pity and resignation, voice carefully measured as he looks away and gestures at the cell, “you did do some pretty bad stuff to get put in here though, Dream,” the hidden “you deserve it” that he’d heard, just as clearly behind the words. Punz - “you should’ve paid me more” - jaw set stiffly as people poured through the portal, watching, wordless, as Dream bled out twice on that blackstone floor. Puffy, poorly hidden disgust flickering over her face as she looks away from him being dragged away in chains, sword held steady in her hands. Sapnap, that same fiercely determined expression on his face so familiar that thinking of it aches, even now, “it’s gonna be me, who takes your final life.” Months and months and months and months, alone.

Always, always, alone.

The page makes a quiet, complaining groan under his pen - he looks down to see it torn under the tip of his quill, the word completely unreadable under line after line of black ink scratched over it, each one deeper than the last. He stares blankly at it for a few minutes longer, the brief flash of anger that had seared through his body settling into numbness once more.

To whoever may find this: he scratches the words on the page slowly, keeping his print deliberately blocky and neat. The heavy feeling in his throat returns, stronger than ever, and he ignores it as he pushes on.

He pauses for a moment, wondering what more to write. Apologies? Accusations? He could detail every second that he remembers from Quackity’s visits, describe every inch of pain that had been pulled from his aching lungs, every line etched into his skin. He could apologize for every act of cruelty that had ever been caused by his hands, every bridge he’d ever torched to light the path to a better future. He could explain - everything, every tortured thought that had circled his head for hours on end and every night that had passed without any sleep and every time he’d pushed on without complaint or hesitancy because it would be worth it, even if he was the only one who saw it, it would be worth it because he’d sacrifice too much for it to be anything but. He could- he could, he could write and write until he’d filled every page of every book back and front, and would they even believe him? Would it even matter?

Goodbye, he writes at last. It feels strangely final. (He won’t be leaving this Vault alive. He knows this as surely as he knows that he will leave this world uncared for, unheard. As surely as he knows that he’ll always be alone.) With a quick snap of magic following the signing of his name, the book is preserved, shining slightly with a purple glow as he sets it back down in the chest. He looks around, the cell once again stiflingly quiet without the book to busy him, Dream once again completely alone as he’s been for - well.

(Pandas, eyebrows drawn in uncharacteristic seriousness from the usually painfully spirited eight-year-old, pinkie raised between the two of them, solemnity belied by the gap in his front teeth poking out between his lips.

“We’ll be together forever,” he whispered with the volume control you’d expect from a kid that age, which is to say that it wasn’t much of a whisper at all, but Dream, newly ten years old, remembers being particularly moved by the gesture anyway, moving to hesitantly hook his own pinkie in the other’s.

“And we’ll never be alone ever again,” he’d replied, voice faraway with a disbelieving sort of awe.”

“Never,” Pandas’ voice had been just as firm as his first statement, twisting his wrist to tighten the grip of their linked fingers further. “Best friends for ever and ever, right?”

“For ever and ever.”)

“For ever and ever,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as he slumps down against the floor, and only the lava bubbles in reply.

#tw torture #tw abuse #tw violence #tw broken bones #tw injuries #tw mental deterioration #tw isolation #tw panic attack #tw self deprecation #tw trauma #tw memory loss #tw death #tw dark content #tw dark imagery #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks #quill anon !

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chibimyumi · 3 years

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I only sent you one ask after (maybe the same one twice by accident, sorry about that) but if you receive any harrasement it's certainly not from me. I like to prove my points but not harrasing people. Literally the reason i'm doing this is because sebaciel shippers gets death threats, gets to be asked to k*ll themselves (that one is very very common and crude, believe me), gets harrased in the dms, gets called names and slurs, gets called a p*dophile, gets doxxed and many more ( you didn't know this ?) Now if you think anyone shipping sebaciel deserve all of this or is a p*dophile, which i don't think you do ? Then i think you'll understand why i'm like this and why it's important to not hate on anyone liking this ship and how you perpetuated an idea that liking the ship or making fanart of the ship makes any bad in the world when it doesn't, first of all because it's into fandom spaces, between shippers themselves, with tagged posts yet people who wants to harras and be a absolute piece of crap still goes into those tags or literally search up "sebaciel" (something they hate or even sometimes search it even thought it triggers them) anywhere to go and do their little stupid social justice thing by doing things i have cited, literally defending anything but drawings. Now i know you have a grudge on shota/loli people who makes art and publish it and kids come across it (maybe putting explicit works at a 7/11 at child eyes lengt is very much far, my go is to put those into the adult category with other sensitive medias, who are usually high up on the shelves) but i don't think linking real life p*dophiles to this ship in kuro will do anything but makes more people angry at shippers. I thought you were somewhat willing to go into this heated argument, letting other's perspective in and maybe learn, so that's why i continuated saying my point but you are stubborn, that's fine. If you are intelligent you still got it even thought you won't admit it. Now you don't want to get harrased, i get it but i never did any harrasement to you. I like your blog, what you do, how you hold up this passion of yours even thought the fandom is barely holding up but i needed to send my opinion on this take because it is actually damaging. Now you seem to want to go private about it for some reason ? I'll prefer for you to publish it. Thought the only reason i was on anon is because i didn't want to receive death threats like people usually do but i guess it's just a stupid blog with nothing on it so oh well. My only hope on this is that you got my points.

【Response to: “Sexualised children and normalisation of CP 1″ and Part 2】

Dear Killedprey,

Sending death threats is atrocious, nobody should ever do that no matter what someone does. I do understand why you're so aggressive and defensive, however, you act like I called anyone on to harass or threaten people like you. I have consistently condemned hate on my blog, as many can tell you. But then you directly accuse me of "perpetuating" an idea which lead to your pain? I have consistently only explained the mechanisms of media and portrayal. I never called anybody a bad person. If someone reads my analyses and decides on their own to harass you it was their decision. I refuse to take any blame for other people’s decisions.

My blog is only 4 years old, I don't post much about Sebaciel to begin with. Out of my 1774 posts, I have only 18 Sebaciel posts in total (3 of which are your asks), and most are about the musicals wherein REAL child actors are sexualised, a few were just other people going: "hey I liked your post".

[Archive tagged NOT Sebaciel | Archive tagged Sebaciel.]

My first post ever even touching on Sebaciel was in March, 2019. I don't know for how long you have publically shipped this, but if you were harassed before March 2019, my hands are even cleaner than they already are.

I do believe your statement that you were not maliciously planning to harass me. However, it does not take away that I was harassed by your aggressive messages.

In the first ask I received from probably you judging from the writing style, there was no hint of good faith. You did not ask an open question or invite me to join a conversation, even though you said: "I thought you were somewhat willing to go into this heated argument." Please read back the piles of asks you have sent me (included as a screenshot underneath this post), and tell me how I was not supposed to see that as harassment?

You are piling your negative emotions onto me. As I see it, you were simply trying to ride the swallowtails of my platform which I have diligently, slowly built up over the years. Instead of writing your own post and leave it to others to decide whether they want to read your words, you tossed yourself at me anonymously, to get the exposure without having to reveal your name.

Your first message immediately came charging at me. The ask was opened with a challenge on my fan-identity, and a rhetorical question to accuse me of arguing for something I never did. You then challenged my logic for arguing that dark fiction turns people evil, which I also never did, countering by just tossing a "fact" you never fact-checked. Kuroshitsuji is published in the Monthly G Fantasy magazine, which is a monthly shonen (source). And if you bothered looking up what shonen is, it is a genre targeted at an audience of elementary to high school age (6-18) (source).

If you don't know Japanese you should at least have bothered Google Translating it, or asked someone who does and can prove it. And otherwise just don't throw in that "fact" because you don't know.

You kept insisting that I supposedly argued dark fiction turns people evil, only to finally (sorta) summarise in the highlighted part, even though I consistently said it is about the normalisation of non-universally recognised problem.

You argue that fiction has no real-life consequences. But when I prove how it does when it comes to non-universally recognised problems, you accuse me of sensationalising a real problem in Japan, even though as I explained before - though absurd - they happen with alarming frequency. I am sorry that I had to shatter the utopian image of your "manga and anime land". But I am literally a certified expert on Japan's sociology, and I have in fact provided cited sources (even English ones). What about you?

I am not talking about your degrees or titles. I do realise that having had the chance to get my degree is extreme privilege. I am talking about whether you bothered to provide sources in the first place, let alone give any indication you bothered to fact-check at all.

In the second message I received from you, you grew increasingly more aggressive. You confidently said "you proved nothing," even though I simply proved nothing YOU can or want to understand or believe.

If you read my reply carefully, I never said you do use the “supposed age of consent in Japan” as an argument. I explained why sexualised children (even in fiction) is NOT a universally recognised problem, and demonstrated that while people don’t defend murder etc, people do defend the sexualisation of children. I never said you use that method.

You ad hominem me, and challenge me for not having achieved anything simply because I didn’t tell you whether I stand on the streets protesting. When I say “I eat apples”, it doesn’t mean I eat nothing else. You decided for me whether I care about CP, just because I don’t say the things you want me to say.You claim I have not once in my life helped eradicate issues of actual CP and pedophilia, but I ask you. Who can as one single human being? It is a group effort, and that group effort is what I hope to contribute to.

I am not certain, but I have a hunch that I might have contributed more in fighting CP and sexual violence than you have. As I told you, I studied Crime and Criminal Justice and Media Analysis, I have published a university approved essay criticising the LITERAL Japanese Penal Code and high judges, and the essay was accepted by the university archive. Besides my academic background, I also have this blog which is a form of activism too. What about you? Do you see why I view your messages as harassment? Because you cherry-pick what you want to believe and then make things up about me to suit your antagonised image of me.

You say I use “extreme cases” for shock value, even though the literal reality is just extreme and shocking in Japan. I was merely giving you cited evidence of the in real life effects of normalisation of sexualised children, because you have constantly been hammering on the point of “in real life”. Which is it? Does real life matter or not?

I gave you “absurd” though not uncommon cases of Japan, because Japan has reached the stage where pedophilia and sexualised minors IS already normalised, unlike in many other places. We can’t nor need to do a hypothetical...say...America AU, where sexualised minors is on macro-scale normalised, and then theorise whether it would have real life consequences or not. Japan is a ready example.

Unless you wish to argue that Japanese people are just naturally more inclined to be sexual abusers of minors, and has judges that are just naturally less intelligent to judge what is and isn’t sexual abuse (of minors), we can only admit that the ridiculous commonness of mild-or-even-no-punishment of sexual abusers is one of the results of this normalised sexualisation of children.

The point about the 7Eleven for example: “yes, the shota/lolicon stuff should be put somewhere else”. But that is the POINT. Sexualised minors is SO normalised they are not put somewhere else.

Many of us have heard of the Netflix series “Cuties” and how it was under scrutiny, right? Many parts of the world condemned the intense sexualisation of minors (with real child actors), and the positive framing and even story-non-consequential portrayals of sexualised children, right? Mainstream Japanese social media and media didn’t see the problem. Why? Because it’s already been normalised in Japan.

Again, I do believe you that you had hoped I could do something to make your life as a shipper easier. However, aside from how you simply didn’t approach me with that intention in a recognisable way, I also don’t understand why you even thought I could do something for you. If my influence (in real life or on the internet) is so insignificant that I have achieved nothing ever in my life according to you, then why bother looking to me as powerless as I am?

Judging from the language and writing style, the two original posts and the following screenshots hereunder which I have not published before are from you. Again,with this whole tirade, how am I not supposed to see this as harassment? I have no other messages defending Sebaciel in my inbox.

#Sebaciel #Me defending myself #My words are final #One more message that is not a thorough apology and you are blocked

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fa-by · 3 years

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hi F! Please do an analysis on Lauren’s new song While I’m Alive! She said on her instagram that it was directed to “someone” at first 👀👀

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 and for sure. No problem, in fact, I'm sorry for the delay 😅

So. While I'm Alive is part of the Femme it Forward's all-female album called Big Femme Energy, Vol. 1. Laur wrote it long before she was part of this project, and yes, she said she wrote it with a person in mind by turning a vent into art because tired of the way she was/is treated:

This person, in my opinion, is 100% a shark. And this also responds to another ask I've recently received:

Hey to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 Yep, Laur wrote it for someone among the higher ups and therefore it concerns her career in particular, but she also applies it to other situations in her life in general.

Now let's move on to the interpretation.

Verse 1:

“Don't say I'm too loud when I cry out what I've held inside

I wanna know why they tried to take me and bury me alive”

The music industry is dominated by men. Gender inequality, sexism, and ageism reign supreme. No matter how much harder they have to work in order to succeed, women are anyway either sidelined, or supervised by men. Why? Because there’s a huge disparity between men and women, especially due to the way the public perceives their success and power. For example.

A man is praised for performing on stage with just the guitar. A woman who does the same, however, not only is she criticized for being too lazy and boring for not having made the performance more lively with a choreography, but she’s also criticized for what she was wearing. Same woman who gets criticized when she instead performs with a choreography because she wasn’t good enough. A woman who can’t be a drummer because it’s a thing for men, and if she persists in wanting to play, it’s not because it’s her passion and she’s pursuing her dream, no; it’s because she wants attention 🙄. A woman who can’t have a good idea about a song because, what can she understand about music, right? 😒

Unfortunately, it’s all a double standard. Women work harder than men and they then get questioned whether their success is deserved. One way or another, women are constantly being torn apart. Reason why Laur begins the verse by already letting us understand how put down she is by the sharks, followed by a question that actually doesn’t represent a real request for information, but that implies a predetermined answer.

“'Cause who am I to think that I have a right?

Or decide to know what I need, right?”

She's sarcastic of course. Since they've always told her what to do, how to act, and how to feel, here she's including a couple of examples among the thousand and more things they always have said and say to her. Because who better than her knows what's best for her? The answer is her. Especially when these orders, because they're orders, are imposed on her to make money with her career and not for her sake or because they care about her as a person.

“It's in the way, I talk and I walk away

From what you made me”

By ‘what you made me’, she refers to the way she was before. The person who was forced to accept everything she was told to do and therefore she couldn’t be herself. The person they made her become, and she didn’t like that person. Now she no longer wants to ‘submit herself’ and accept everything just for money and fame as she did in the past because she was legally obliged and not to do so. She did it many times especially when she was still in the group, but unlike in the past, she luckily no longer has the same kind of obligations. So if she doesn’t want to do something now, she simply doesn’t. She says no to what she doesn’t accept and walks away from that (I talk and I walk away) by not caring if she doesn’t have the same success as before because she prefers not to have that kind of success anymore but to remain herself, rather than have it and be just a product (what you made me); a different person from who she really is.

Verse 2:

“And I know this is all too familiar

Feel the motive behind all that fake love”

In Olivia Rodrigo’s voice 🎤: 🎵 Did you get deja vu, Laur? 🎶 No, but all joking aside. By ‘I know this is all too familiar’, she means what she has already experienced in the past and which she has once again found herself in front of. Once out of both Epic/Syco and Maverick, she believed she would’ve be dealing with better people, but it wasn’t like that. She realized that those kinds of people are everywhere because it’s the music industry that’s like that. The problem isn’t the single label or the single management team, it’s the entire industry. The problem isn’t the surrounding, but the people who are in it. Not all of them luckily, but most of them unfortunately.

By ‘Feel the motive behind all that fake love’, on the other hand, she describes precisely that kind of people. The fake ones who first treat you well because they want something from you, and then show themselves for who they really are when they don’t get it and try to hinder you, punish you, destroy you, and ‘bury me alive’ (verse 1) because of it.

So. Although I said it playfully at first, these two sentences go perfectly well together to describe the sense of deja vu that Laur felt.

*Small note* In the next three sentences of the verse, I will use these ‘---’ to complete her sentences as if I were Lauren to give you my interpretation. I’ll then continue as I always have. Oh and, she’s talking about her music here.

“I can’t take all these unsolicited opinions --- Nope, not anymore. I don't want them. Thanks, but no thanks.

Go ahead and be the scared ones --- with someone else who’s ready to tell you yes to everything and who doesn’t have a vision on how they want their own songs. Someone else who has no problem being a marketable product/puppet.

Either way, I’ll get it done” --- with other producers, songwriters, collaborators, etc., of my choice.

“I’ve been told I’m too much

Too proud, too cruel

Too wild, difficult to be around”

Let’s also add too confident, too sincere, and too honest from the people who mocked her at school before she became famous, shall we? Or maybe too fat, too arrogant, too full of herself, too whore, and all the other things said by the haters over the years? 😒😒😒🙄🙄🙄

I was being sarcastic of course, guys. I mean, can our girl ever have a break?

“With too much to say

Never in the right way

So, what’s the right way?”

Rhetorical question here because the right way is exactly the way she is. She has no intention of behaving in the ‘right way’ they want because it would mean not being authentic and automatically it would no longer be the right way because she would be fake.

Chorus:

“If I can’t be me

Who do you want me to be? (Who do you want me to be?)”

I love, love, love, love this. For real. It’s so powerful. And it doesn’t surprise me that this part along with the rest of the chorus is repeated four times, because it’s the most important part and it encloses the whole song perfectly.

“‘Cause if you can’t see beyond your gaze”

Behind their ideas to be the perfect product without looking at the person and their feelings.

“You don’t phase me and I don’t trust you anyway

‘Cause runnin’ through life, I figured out time

Don’t wait for no one”

After all these years and precisely because of what she’s been through, she realized she can’t wait for them to see it the same way she does or for someone to ‘save her’. She prefers to ‘save herself’. Therefore, she will continue to be wary, not to trust, and above all, to remain authentic as she says here:

“So while I’m alive, I’ma just be me (I’ma just be me)

Whoever that ends up being”

And that's it, dear Anon 😉 This song is dedicated to one particular asshole who gave her the idea, but mostly, it's dedicated to all those assholes who tried to tell her what kind of music she should have made, how she should have behaved, and how she should have felt. She decides for her, and she doesn’t care if she doesn’t have the same success anymore. Just like she doesn’t care about all the rest like the expectations and superficial perceptions they have of her that are completely wrong.

I hope you enjoyed it, and I wish both of you Anons and everyone else reading this, a beautiful day ❤🥰🤗

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