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Thoughts on The Ghoul
So I think all the characters in the Fallout show are spectacular, but I had some thoughts on The Ghoul/Cooper Howard in particular that I just wanted to put down. Owing to his 200+ years of history, he's a downright fascinating, dynamic character, and I can't wait to see what they do with him next.
Anyway, here's my thoughts/character analysis of The Ghoul:
One of the things I found most interesting on my second watch-through of the show was how everything The Ghoul does is motivated by ruthless pragmatism, not cruelty. It can appear like cruelty--sometimes it tips over into cruelty--but cruelty is not the point. The point is always survival. He must survive to find his family. That is his goal and his one guiding tenet. Nothing else matters, everything else is fluid. Whatever it takes to survive.
Getting rid of the three bounty hunters who dug him up? Survival. Two of those guys were already one twitch away from killing him on the spot for being a ghoul, and the other threatened to harm him if he didn't show enough gratitude. Coupled with some of the other things he was saying, it seemed possible he would double-cross or kill The Ghoul the moment it suited him. No doubt The Ghoul has worked with the type before, and knew trouble when he saw it.
In Filly, he only shot people who were shooting at him. Cooper loves dogs, but he stabbed CX-404 because she was actively trying to kill him. On the surface, he healed her for equally pragmatic reasons: she could lead him to Wilzig. But he also seemed to respect, too, that she clung to life despite her debilitating wound. She's not his dog Roosevelt, so he tries to maintain a cold detachment from her (at first), but he has a soft spot for dogs.
He was willing to shoot Lucy in Filly, but he hesitated--which is more than he did for any of the other people threatening his life. Possibly he wouldn't have killed her (she was armed with a non-lethal weapon) until Maximus showed up on the scene and changed the calculus (dispatch the girl and deal with the newer, bigger threat without having to worry about her finding a lethal weapon and killing him with it). He didn't kill Maximus when he had the chance, either. He didn't need to. Maximus had already shown himself to be incompetent with the power armor. It was simple enough to damage the power armor and watch him tuck tail and run.
When he meets Lucy again, he uses her with the same casual, indifferent efficiency as he would any other tool. The point of dunking her in the water was to lure the gulper. It had the unfortunate side effect of also being torturous for Lucy, but the cruelty wasn't the point. Getting the head back was. The head=caps, caps=meds, meds=survival, survival=eventually find family.
We don't know what The Ghoul would have done if they had retrieved the head from the gulper and his medicine hadn't been destroyed. Probably it would have depended on what Lucy did. If she seemed likely to come after him and the head, he probably would have killed her or incapacitated her and left her for dead. If she had explained she needed to trade it with Moldaver for her dad, Hank MacLean, hoooo boy, he would have beelined for Moldaver's with Lucy in tow. Whether Lucy came along as his partner or his captive/extra bargaining chip would also probably depend on Lucy's behavior.
But they lose the head and The Ghoul's medicine is destroyed. The math changes. He can come back for the head, but he needs meds now, which means he needs caps now, and the only thing of value he has on hand is this pampered girl from a fucking vault who seems patently unwilling to do the things that need to be done to survive in the Wasteland anyway, so if she's gonna die, he might as well profit from it. He needs meds to survive. He needs caps for meds. It's simple, brutal math.
While he's hauling her to the Super Duper Mart, though, he does several interesting things that are degrading for Lucy, yes, but are simultaneously teaching her how to survive the Wasteland, testing to see if she'll adapt. First, he mercy kills Roger and butchers him. It's important to note that The Ghoul didn't have to take a detour from his all-important mission to obtain medicine--he could hear it was Roger, he could tell Roger was going feral and didn't have any meds-- but he went anyway to help ease an old friend's passing. And he made sure Roger's last thoughts were pleasant, too.
Then, because this is the Wasteland and the one law is survival, he wastes no time switching gears. There's no waste in the Wasteland, and a fresh dead body presents an opportunity for those willing to seize it. The Ghoul, mind you, has had 200 years to learn that he can't be picky. Ghouls are unwelcome in most "civilized" parts of the Wasteland, barred from the simple comforts and safeties and securities that other people can enjoy if they reach those scattered, precious oases. The Ghoul has had to eat people. It sucks, but it's that or die.
But Lucy doesn't understand that. She arguably doesn't understand what a ghoul even is because nobody's taken the time to tell her. She doesn't know what the last 200 years have been like. She's appalled--and then she has the audacity to voice her disgust. The Ghoul hands her the knife to keep butchering Roger in part to humble her, to drag her down into the dirt with the rest of them, but he's also teaching her a stark reality of the Wasteland. It was a lesson and a skill that he had to learn the hard way. (Interestingly, while nearly everyone in the Wasteland is disgusted by cannibalism, it's also a known thing that happens all the time. The Ghoul and Lucy are in the interesting position of being some of the only people in the Wasteland who were raised in societies where cannibalism truly was unthinkable).
On the walk to the Super Duper Mart, he refuses to give her water. On a pragmatic level, there's no reason to waste water on the equivalent of a dead woman walking--he's leading her to get her organs harvested, after all. (He is pretty petty when he pours out the last drops instead of giving them to her, though). But also, whether he is actively intending to or not, he is teaching her to adapt to Wasteland conditions. The water in his canteen, in fact, was just as irradiated and gross as the standing water from which Lucy ultimately drinks; he refills his canteen from the same rusted-out vessel Lucy drinks from, and likely drew the previous canteen's worth of water from a similarly unpalatable source. This is water in the Wasteland. Drink it or die.
When she runs away shortly after, he lassos her (and, sidenote: can I just add how fucking cool it is that they actually carry through his lasso skills? Like, that is actually an extremely useful skill and the writers utilized it!), which leads to that pivotal scene where she bites his finger off and he takes hers.
This is interesting for multiple reasons. The Ghoul calls her a "little killer" and seems satisfied to see her finally fighting with the same savagery as a Wastelander. This could be either because a) he believes all people have a killer lurking beneath the facade of civility ("I'm you, sweetie. Just give it a little time...") and she's finally found that steely will to survive no matter what it takes, and/or b) he believes she's been faking her doe-eyed, good girl persona. He's the one who first finds Wilzig's body, after all. To him, it looks like Lucy lured the doctor off and ruthlessly chopped off his head before running off with it. Maybe she's just a really good actress, and in biting his finger off, she's let that mask slip.
Either way, he introduces her to another law of the Wasteland: don't dish it if you can't take it. She takes his finger, he takes hers. He doesn't kill her for it, in part because that would be disproportionate, in part because that would be a waste (he probably needs he alive to exchange her for caps). But also, from a practical standpoint, she just bit off his shooting finger. Unbeknownst to her, ghouls can reattach body parts, even ones that are not their own. He's harvesting his replacement from her. If he wanted to be cruel, he had ample opportunity to be cruel here. He could have taken more fingers. He could have hurt her in ways that wouldn't have affected her value to organ harvesters. He could have degraded her and called her all kinds of nasty names. But he doesn't. He's efficient. If anything, he seems almost proud of her for abandoning her hoity-toity principles and fighting back.
He still needs caps. He's feeling the effects of not having his medication. He's still committed to delivering her to the organ harvesters. In his mind, he has no choice. This is about survival. He has to survive to find his family. This is the option he has available to him. This is how he lives to see another day. He brings her to the Super Duper Mart and, drawing deep from that actor's well, he maintains the tough-guy routine long enough to intimidate her inside, then he succumbs.
He's still down when Lucy re-emerges, victorious, and he knows, he knows that he's dead. He tried to kill her, now she'll kill him. It's the smart thing to do, the practical thing to do. Another law of the Wasteland...
But she doesn't do it. She has all the power here, she knows he's a dangerous element, that she would probably be safer if she left him for dead or killed him herself. But she breaks all the rules. She gives him, freely, generously, with supreme dignity and a selfless kindness he had long forgot, an abundance of the thing he needs to survive, the thing he was willing to sell another human being for no questions asked. Just like that.
There's also something to be said here about how resource scarcity (and the removal of that scarcity) affects people. As soon as The Ghoul gains a cache of at least 2 months worth of medicine, it frees him from the basic math of mere survival. He has room to breathe and think long-term (at least by Wasteland standards). He can reflect on the momentous thing that just happened to him, too. As he watches himself on the TV in the Super Duper Mart, watches the man he once was unwillingly (and unwittingly) take the first step onto the path to what he has become, he remembers what it was like being Cooper Howard. Why he, Cooper Howard, hated the "feo, fuerte, y formal" scene so deeply.
Cooper Howard was a kind, moral, and dignified man who seldom said an unkind word. He was a loving husband who deeply respected his wife and absolutely adored his daughter. Though his naivety, privilege, and ignorance blinded him to the ugly realities of the pre-apocalypse world around him, he valued justice, freedom, and equality. He wanted the characters he played in the movies to reflect that belief in the power of the law and respect the innate humanity of all people, even the villains. And, when he began to see the cracks in the perfect picture of his charmed life, he is driven to know the truth behind the facade. His deep, defining belief in justice and truth would not let him leave it alone.
Cooper Howard learned the truth that Vault-Tec (and by extension, his wife) were willing to drive the world off a cliff, and it destroyed his marriage and deeply affected him. Even then, demoralized and hurt as he was, he found it in himself to be thoughtful and kind to his daughter and the people, both adults and children, at the birthday party he worked the day the bombs dropped. Fundamentally, he was still a kind, moral man. And that kind, moral man found himself in the middle of the most horrific nightmare anyone could ever imagine experiencing: the death of the planet under a rain of atomic bombs. Then he lived through it and had to contend with the harsh realities of surviving on the annihilated landscape left behind. Fortunately for him, he already had several handy skills to carry him through: having formerly been a real cowboy, he knew a thing or two about surviving in tough conditions; having formerly been a soldier, he knew what it took to kill a man and had the experience and fortitude to do it; and finally, having formerly been an actor, he had a built-in psychological coping mechanism to insulate him from the horrors of the things he needed to do to survive.
Cooper Howard used to put on and take off personas for a living. Sure, he played white hats, but he had an intuitive understanding of character and narrative tropes. He played opposite some of the best bad guys in 21st century Hollywood! It wouldn't be hard for him to pull the cloak of acting around himself to do what he initially needed to do to survive. But somewhere along the way, the tough, ruthless persona he adopted stopped being an act and he became his character. He embodied the answer to the question posed by The Man from Deadhorse: what happens when a good man is driven too far?
Cooper Howard adapted to survive. His actions reflect the realities of being a ghoul (again, a people generally reviled by everyone and cast out of safe havens because they are deemed threats). Pragmatic and efficient violence are necessities if a ghoul wants to live long, stay sane, and stay out from under the thumb of would-be enslavers. Still, beneath it all, Cooper Howard is still there, buried deep down beneath the character-persona of The Ghoul.
The Ghoul is drawn to Lucy (platonically, romantically, or some secret third thing), to her goodness and old-world manners just as much as he is disgusted/irritated by them. She's an echo of himself, of Cooper Howard, of who he used to be, and he knows EXACTLY where that gets a person. She's going to get herself killed if she doesn't wise up. With those high-and-mighty, anachronistic principles, that black-and-white worldview, her totally naive misunderstanding of the realities of the Wasteland, she won't last long. And initially he sees her as a pawn, like he was, only good for moving him one step closer to his goal. But then she shows him she can adapt and survive. Not only that, she can be true to her core principles in the process. She can conduct herself with dignity. Lucy reminds him what it was like being the white hat, and shows him that yes, even in this hellscape, there can be heroes. Over 200 yeas, his pragmatism and need to survive sanded away the nuance between Good and Bad. But Lucy makes him reconsider whether maybe there is right and wrong after all, and maybe it actually does matter.
Thus begins his transformation, but the change is not immediate, and this is still the Wasteland. He escapes from The Govermint and goes after Lucy. To do that, he needs to find Moldaver. He tracks down someone who might know where to find her, kills him and accidentally blows a hole through the letter with the key bit of information he needs to find Moldaver. So, he goes to that guy's family to find the man's younger brother, Tommy. When he gets the information he needs, he kills Tommy. He gives Tommy the opportunity to back down, but The Ghoul has a lot of experience and reads Tommy like a book. Tommy is not the kind of kid to let something like this go, and The Ghoul has clearly been burned by leaving vengeful people alive before. Tommy reaches for a gun to shoot The Ghoul, and The Ghoul doesn't hesitate. He blows a hole in the kid. It sucks, but again, this is a decision born from sheer practicality, not love of carnage.
Later, he comes across CX-404 trapped in a Nuka-Cola machine (left there by Thaddeus). The head is lost to both of them now; the dog cannot help The Ghoul with finding it. But he saves her anyway and dubs her Dogmeat. He lets sentimentality get to him for the first time in who knows how long and allows himself to bond with another living being. When he does reach The Observatory (where Moldaver, Lucy, and her dad are), he clearly stashes Dogmeat somewhere to keep her out of harm's way and goes in after Lucy.
After fighting his way through the Brotherhood of Steel, we come to that pivotal scene where Lucy finds out about her father's history. Cooper hangs back to observe and learns that his niggling, hare-brained hunch about Lucy and her last name was correct: she was the daughter of Henry MacLean, a man-out-of-time who presents the first real step in 200 years toward Cooper's ultimate goal: finding his family. (I think it's important to note, however, that he isn't 100% sure of her connection to Hank when follows her to Moldaver's--his reasons for going to the Observatory are either to get information from Moldaver or simply to back Lucy up, should she need help). He lets Hank get away so that he can follow him, and he's willing to follow him alone. But now there's Lucy, who is as wrapped up in this shit as Cooper is (even if she doesn't understand it yet), and he figures they both deserve answers. She's shown that she can adapt to survive, she just needs a teacher. In their first exchange since she left him at the Super Duper Mart, he treats her with new respect and offers her the opportunity to come with him, learn from him, and find out about who she really is and the legacy that has produced her. But perhaps he also knows deep down that he needs to learn from her too. He needs to remember what it was like to be good, to be human. He needs it so he can be it for his daughter when he finds her.
So, yeah, I don't know, it's just interesting how Cooper Howard became essentially lost in method acting a villain to survive the fucking awful conditions he found himself in, but even then he isn't cruel. Like, there are a lot worse things he could have done to Lucy. A LOT WORSE. As far as I can tell, he never looks at or touches her in a creepy, predatory way. Yeah, he drags her around on a leash and cuts her finger off when she bites his off, but that's pretty damn tame for the Wasteland. He secures her with rope, but otherwise is pretty hands off with her. If he objectifies her, it's in an extremely non-sexual way. More of a taking-the-cow-to-market kinda way. Which still sucks, but again, it's not needlessly cruel or wantonly violent, which is pretty impressive given general Wasteland behavior.
He's a damn interesting character, and I'm super stoked to see how he develops--and how he interacts with Lucy going forward.
#fallout show#cooper howard#the ghoul#lucy maclean#long post#character analysis#also#have you guys noticed#Cooper is wearing the same hat shirt and trousers he wore when the bomb dropped??#how has he NOT worn out those clothes after 200 years??#how does he take care of them??#Why does he wear them still?#...do you think it's so that when he does find his daughter#she'll be able to recognize *them* even if she doesn't recognize *him*?
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I actually like it when ships hurt each other in long lasting and unforgiveable ways. I like it when they leave vicious, glaring scars. I like when they leave traumas. I like when they stab each other and torture each other and ruin each other’s lives and violate every inch of each other’s values. and I like it when they fucking kill each other permanently dead.
#lawlight#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#darklina#shadow and bone#grishaverse#corvo x daud#alina starkov#the darkling#loustat#interview with the vampire#louis de pointe du lac#lestat de lioncourt#hannigram#'oh he scarred her though!'#good for him#i hope she kills him in retaliation#'but he killed him!'#fuck YES he killed him and it was spectacular#fandomcourse#kinda lol#violence tw#?? not sure how to tag this one#honestly i love fluff and h/c#but that's fanfic#canonically? things are different 😔#myramblings
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Okay, review time!! If you are one of the oddballs who thinks you cant be critical of something you love I suggest you stop reading now before I ruffle your feathers. Iron flame, second in the empyrean series. I am gonna start with what I was not a fan of and then go into the shit I adored.
1) what in the actual fuck was the pacing of this book?? I can tell you what, it was non existent. There was none. Where I thought there was a lot of filler in the last book there was none in this one. We got snap shots of conversations and then *boom* more plot flew at you. The timeline of this book greatly suffered for it i think bc we end only a couple weeks, if that, after threshing, which happens sometimes in October. This book was actually so wild with times.
2) while it was a spectacular cliff hanger, xaden becoming venin pisses me off. Especially if Rebecca yarros isnt going to have him tell violet. Like if that small tid bit of a conversation we got wasnt him telling vi that he was venin then the entire romantic conflict of this book was rendered pointless and their going to be having the same fucking fight for the rest of the series and at rhat point I give up.
3) I understand that the revolution is trying to take down basgaith and make the world better or whatever the fuck but can someone actually formulate a real plan for me?? Because I feel like their mission is just, giving violet and xaden something to be pissed at each other about.
4) the entirety of cats character. I get that she was set up as a spin on the typical jealous ex. Like having her be bitter about xaden picking violet over her but OH WAIT it wasnt actually about the man it was about the crown, oohh not like other girls. Im a writer too I see the point. I dont care. I think it was trashy. If you wanted her to be a bitter spiteful ex then have her be a bitter spiteful ex, the whole crown thing was shallow.
OKAY haters your time is up now onto the shit that made my heart hurt with joy and sadness
1) xadens arc in this book. I really liked that he went from "transparency is never gonna happen" to losing his fucking mind over violet and giving her everything. I love feral men and he qualifies. I think his arc was really well done and i liked it.
2) I appericiate that violet stuck to her guns for this book. She wouldnt let xaden off without a fight and I loved that. She made him bow and scrape and I was eating it up. It was spectacular.
3) the throne room scene. Violet on the throne. "Im making a temporary point not a lasting vow of maschocism" xaden being feral.
4) that gets its own point actually, just xaden being completely feral this entire book healed a part of my soul.
5) andarna's little speech at the end where she was like "I waited for you violet" made me ugly cry. That was just so hopelessly good I loved it. Andarna in general heals my heart but that part was just *chefs kiss*
6) tarin being completely and utterly ready to eat people this entire book. Just, at every turn "I want lunch their pissing me off " was spectacular
7) every scene their squad was in. Rihannon, violet, sawyer and ridoc are my roman empire. Their bond is so amazing. The fact that they launched a rescue mission for violet. Rihannon being ready to kill xaden at every turn. Ridoc being so platonically and adorably in love with violet. Just- augh happy cries happy cries. I love it all. Their so special tbh.
8) I love xaden actually, just, the whole book every scene hes in lives in my brain.
9) I liked that we saw a small bit of violet being feral this book too. I hope that we get more of that in future books. I want more of violet losing her fucking mind. Hot, badass women covered in blood
10) Liam. Fucking Liam. When violet was kidnapped and Liam was there. Now, do I logically understand that he was a hallucination, yes, do i care?? No. He was a gift from Maleck I will be hearing no critiques on that. It was so fucking sweet and amazing. I love violet and Liam and Liam being dead so horribly breaks my heart. I loved Liam. Liams death lives rent free in my skull.
#i might add more to this later#please#i am begging yall#dont get weird#i am allowed to love this book and have critical opinions abt it#if i start getting threats about my fandom opinions again i might lose my mind#haters get fucked#anyways#i need the third book right now and the fact that i wont get it until next year kills me a little#i loved iron flame#i loved fourth wing#xaden riorson#violet sorrengail#violet and xaden#fourth wing#iron flame#book review#iron flame review#🪓
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Pairing: Actor!Sungchan x Actress!Reader (she/her, femme presenting)
Warnings: Swearing, sexual references (18+), proceed with caution.
WC: approx. 1K
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Your polite smile was stable as you sat at the interview seat, watching the same clip. This was the third interview this week that had brought the clip for you to force a reaction to, and god it was getting difficult to feign ignorance.
“Look at how gently he caresses her hair there folks!” The interviewer gushed. You jokingly rolled your eyes, shaking your head.
The clip was a behind the scenes feature of your latest film. Your co-star, Sungchan, had noticed a small piece of confetti from your scene got stuck to your hair. He carefully picked it out, and as he did so, you were talking and laughing together. It was completely natural, but the action was clipped out and plastered everywhere online.
Yes, he may have fucked you stupid in your dressing room afterwards, but that was besides the point.
“No, no!” You giggled to the interviewer, trying to stay focused on squashing the rumors. “I am extremely professional- plus, I wouldn’t want to date another actor. We are just friends- he was taking out the confetti from my hair.”
“Well, he’s also a singer…” the interviewer noted, earning oooohhh’s from the audience.
“That doesn’t cancel out the acting, sorry!” You raised your hand in defeat, that fake smile still scrawled across your face. “I will say, he did a great job on set. All of the crew loved working with him, and I can’t wait for you all to check out the movie!”
After the interview, your manager and you quickly maneuvered to your last task of the day- a promotional photoshoot with Sungchan.
“How did the interview go?” He asked. You two stood on set in front of an ornately decorated table in costumes complimentary to your movie characters. The lighting was being adjusted, so that gave you two time to speak casually.
“Terrible. Everyone keeps gushing over that stupid clip.”
“Hm, good thing the cameras weren’t allowed in the dressing rooms,” he whispered in your ear. You frowned, holding back a glare.
“You are so conceited.”
“Did I mention how wonderful you look today?” He turned his head fully towards you, his stupid, infectious smile on full display. You looked ahead, hoping most people on set weren’t picking up on your conversation.
“This is why people are suspicious,” you sighed. Your celebrity image was usually that of a sweet, but very serious professional. You hated having to do interviews as it was, but the studio for this recent film was threatening to blacklist you if you didn’t.
The clip to you wasn’t anything spectacular, either. Sungchan had snuck over to your place later that night, and you were snuggled under your sheets together as you, for the fourth time, rewatched it.
“You look so pretty,” he commented, zooming in on your wide eyes that were staring up at him.
“Hm, you’re looking at me in that way an old man looks at his wife,” you teased, in turning zooming in on the soft gaze he had set on you. He was beautiful, this there was no doubt. His eyes were soft and wide, and so easily conveyed his emotions.
“I’ll make you my wife, one day,” he muttered, his voice buried in your neck as if he was embarrassed.
“Yknow, with both of us being famous, our marriage would only last a month.”
“Then that’ll be the best month of my life,” he kissed your cheek, his hand gently motioning your chin to meet his eyes. You were avoiding these eyes- you felt like jello when you were pinned under them. He was needy though, and you gave into his wish to meet his eyes. To the public, you were stern and focused. Sungchan though, you were anything but. You could feign ignorance to any number of talk show hosts, but it was getting beyond difficult pretending that you didn’t have intense feelings for Sungchan.
“Your fans would kill me.”
“I wouldn’t let them,” Sungchan defended. Unlike a lot of young statelets, he had a solid head on his shoulders. It was one of the many things you liked about him. He was clear to set boundaries whenever possible with his fans and with the media, but he still held a lovable and warm persona. You could believe that he would do his best.
Your manager, though, wasn’t so impressed.
“You’ll be over him once you stop promoting the film together,” she rolled her eyes, typing away on her phones.
You crossed your arms, staring out of the window of the airplane. You were taking a flight from New York to Toronto after shooting a cameo in a TV show, and were hoping to see Sungchan before he had to fly back to Los Angeles for a recording session.
Your manager was wrong, of course.
Even after you both moved on to new projects, it was almost gross how often you would try to communicate and be with each other. It was a wonder still that no one had caught any photos of you two out together. Sungchan was getting more bold by sometimes not wearing sunglasses or a hat when out with you. He wanted to show you off, he’d say. And so, years after you both privately committed to the other, you finally walked the red carpet as an official couple.
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A hidden passion in the Swordsmith Village (part II)
¡ +18 content • minors don't interact !
part I: here!
content: nsfw, sub/virgin!haganezuka, fem!please! reader, blowjob (m! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), female dominance, virginity loss, vainilla sex, experienced reader, inexperienced haganezuka, hotaru's first time, pet names, “babyboy”.
inspiration song: ❝unholy❞ by sam smith ft. kim petras ♡
pairing: sub!virgin!haganezuka x fem!pleasedom! reader
note: y'all ask and i shall deliver, here's part two of my haganezuka nsfw oneshot! sorry it took so long, please enjoy i had too much fun writting this. btw don't mind my english, i'm trying to improve 😭
for @like-a-clock who asked me to tag them in part 2 –♡
Things turned tables so quick after that specific meeting with your swordsmith, that night you went to bed overly excited, memories of Hotaru coming back one after another: his face, his expressions, his movements, his moans... everything was just so spectacular to the point you were overjoyed. You couldn't wait for the next day to see how things would go, what will you two do? Will you talk about what happened or will you act fool? Will there be any tension? Another kissing session? Aah! Tomorrow's mistery was so intriguing and exciting! You almost couldn't sleep that night.
Next morning you went to his workplace and, to your and everyone's surprise, Haganezuka wasn't there at first hour as he would've been expected to, which was extremely unusual, specially coming from the black haired guy. You had a quick breakfast and took a walk around the village, mostly hoping you'd see Haganezuka anywhere around but no clues seemed to be found, so you decided to go back to his workshop and go check the second floor where he slept, that would've been the smartest thing to do in the first place but who cares.
You went upstairs and opened the sliding door of his dorm. You never thought you'd ever commit the unpolite mistake of not knocking someone's door before going in, because this wasn't only the first time you didn't, it was also because your jaw never dropped this hard in your entire life. What was inside caught you totally offguard and made your face turn bright red, a low pitched gasp left a man's mouth. Haganezuka was inside, sitting on his futon and a hand inside his pants grabbing his erected bud down there.
—WHO LET YOU COME IN!— yelled he when you suddenly appeared, his face was flushing red and his legs closing while trying to desperately cover himself from you.
—SORRY! I'M SO SORRY, HOTARU!— you yelled back, you quickly backed up and closed the door.
You rested your back on it with your face yet red, you weren't exactly embarassed but you either couldn't deny the view was striking: Hotaru's haori half open exposing one naked shoulder and a sneaky hand inside his pants. What led the man to that? Were yesterday's events the cause? Your mind couldn't stop thinking about it, did you really had that effect on him? You heard a voice coming out of the dorm a few minutes later.
—Y/n, are you still there?— Haganezuka spoke, sounding bashful.
—Yes, I am— you answered as relaxed as you could—Are you alright? Can I come in now?—
—No! Just...— he paused for a second, if you could see him, he'd be as red as a cherry —Agh, I need... help, yes, come here—
You took a deep breath and opened the door again, Haganezuka's legs were now covered with sheets, you got closer slowly and knelt next to his futon.
—Sorry, I didn't mean to interrumpt you during your... activities— you averted your gaze a little, you were shocked, you never viewed him as the type of guy who would jack off in the morning (or anytime at all).
—I was not...! Doing that!— he frowned and averted his gaze aswell —I... had a... dream, and when I woke up, I was already hard. Don't fucking dare to laugh or i'll kill you— he threatened you as he would have if you ever thought of breaking your sword, but this time he seemed like he was trying to keep his composture, your presence disturbed him for some reason.
You stared at Haganezuka in awe, you weren't sure of how you should react to not make him feel judged, he seemed startled and nervous so you needed to reasure him it was okay. You giggled a little and gave him shoulder pats.
—Don't worry, 'Taru! This is a common thing to happen, there's no shame on it— you assured.
—I know it's normal! But still...— his reply sounded unsure.
—Well, in that case, don't be bashful about it! It's your body's natural reaction after all— you made yourself quiet and looked at him, your mind flashed a dirty idea for a second —What was that dream about?—
—Why do you care?!— the man turned his head, attempting to hide the blush that took over his cheeks.
—Come on, don't get mad! I'm trying to help youuu— you said playfully leaning in to hug him by the waist —Don't be so stubborn—
—Stop!— said he but didn't push you away, in fact, he grabbed your hip with one hand, still looking away —Quit embarassing me, this still is... new for me— he grunted, calming down.
That surprised you a little, it's not so common for a man to have this experience for the very first time at the age of 37 but who were you to judge him? According to his personality, it pretty much made sense, so you took it easy because it wasn't the big deal either.
—Aw, sorry I didn't mean it— you apologized sweetely, still hugging him —Thanks for telling me anyways, it's a little hard for me to believe you've never been through this but there's nothing wrong with that, I'm no one to judge—
He looked at you sideways, looking less embarassed and calmer, it seemed like your patient and comprehensive personality encouraged him to talk this out with you without shame. Haganezuka's trust in you just grew a little bigger.
—Thanks...— the way he said it made you see he cooled down, he was way more relaxed than when you entered the room, that was a good signal —It's still erected though...— his face turned red again while grabbing tightly the sheets.
You held your chin thoughtful, it's not like you didn't know what to do, it's just that you needed to let the man know your plan and get his permission to execute it.
—I have an idea, but I need you to let me help you. Do you agree, honey?— he stared at you cautious, since yesterday, your imagination scared him a little, you could be very freaky at times.
—What are you thinking about now...—
—Nothing bad! But it'll make you feel good, I promise— a flirty smirk took place on your face.
—Mm... fine, just d-don't take too long—
You got your hands to work and moved infront of him, asking the man to politely lay down on the futon, he obeyed in silence as you uncovered his crotch being able to take a very detailed look of his penis, the size was just good for you and you smirked wider from just seeing it. Haganezuka noticed your stare and his face reddened, legs shyly closed, it was the first time someone saw him naked so this was something you expected to happen, embarassment was every virgin's first challenge.
—Don't be shy, sweety, I'll take care of that sweet cock for yours. Can you entrust me your pleasure?— you caressed his tense thighs, trying to encourage him into relaxing and enjoying the moment rather than being tense and embarassed.
Your voice was so soft and soothing, your gaze was just more than sweet and patient, it all made Haganezuka sure you weren't there to force him into anything, you were there to let him know you two could have fun together and that you could make him feel good in bed for the first time. And since the bond you and the black haired man stablished was built with several bonding and patience, he trusted you his virginity, he was willing to expose a face of his no one's ever seen and never will, only to show it to anyone else but you. He seemed to relax after your words, so you smiled, very happily for giving him the confidence he needed.
You opened his legs slowly, petting them lovingly as you reached his left knee and started kissing it, tracking soft kisses from it to his inner thigh. He got up a little just to stare at you, gulping at the sight of your face so close to his hard cock.
—May I, 'Taru?— you asked seductively.
He excitedly nodded and watched carefuly as you grabbed his solid dick and took a very first taste with a lustful lick from below. Air left his lungs, it was only one move, one fucking move needed to send thousands of vibrations from his pelvis to his stomach in less tan a second. Haganezuka gave in so quick that he laid down again, letting you do your thing as he hid his face from you. You would've laught if you had time, but now you had to give your baby what he was waiting for. You licked almost all of it a few times, you were going easy on him so he could get used to the feeling (and also because you liked hearing his little moans and whines).
—Do you like it, sweetie pie?— you asked inbetween kisses and licking.
—I... Yes, yes... please keep going— a smile painted your face as you heard him speak, feeling glad he was enjoying.
—Then get ready, this is only the beggining—
Afterwards, you got close again and introduced his cock slowly inside your mouth, using your tongue to moisten it as much a you could to make a better experience out of this. You heard an extended moan right afterwards, you could see Hotaru was feeling extremely sensitive for all the stimulation. You moved slowly at first, caressing his stomach with your hands to deepen his senses.
—Please... please, more, ah...— you felt your own stomach shrink from just hearing him beg and whine, your own pussy got wet just from it, you certainly had a domination fetish you could not deny.
And since you were willing to please, you only did what you were asked, moving your head up and down with more intensity everytime, gaining a whole album of moaning and pleading in exchange. There was a moment you felt your torax being squished by the swordsmith's legs out of pleasure. You reached a point were you could fit his cock entirely inside your mouth, making the man's whining only longer and louder, letting his domme know how good she was making him feel. Haganezuka's moans increased after a few seconds, nails digging into your head and his waist elevating a little from time to time to feel you even more. You could imagine he was close to his orgasm so you had the idea to pull apart and reach his face while grabbing his cock with your hand, stealing an exhasperation gasp from his mouth as you masturbated him.
—How's it going, sweetheart?— you asked as you smirked.
—I-I'm...! Ah! I'm so close...!—
—Oh, you are? Should I to do something about it?—
—Gah! Y-Yes! Please, I'm desperate!— he covered his eyes as he pleaded.
—That's what I thought, babyboy—
Your hand kept doing the same moves while your free hand wandered over Hotaru's lower abdomen, pressing gently on his pelvis, trying to stimulate the zone as much as possible. You heard a prolongued moan after a hot minute, you looked down and saw that viscous liquid coming out of your beloved swordsmith.
—Ou... already? You came so hard, baby— your flirty tone could tell you enjoyed every second of this moment.
But the man was too stunned to speak didn't respond, this confused you. You stared back at him, Hotaru was covering his eyes, you leaned over to move his hands and messy hair out of the way just to find he was crying while breathing heavily. You got shocked, you never made a partner cry before, was he okay?
—Hey, are you okay?— you asked while caresing his left cheek.
—That was... ah... amazing...— he couldn't even speak correctly, you left him out of air.
You smiled softly before giving him a sweet peck on the lips, you were so glad he enjoyed this moment with you.
—I'm glad, darling. I guess I left you too tired for a second round— you sighed and shrugged your shoulders, the poor guy just lost his virginity and was too exhausted to give you some pleasure, but you were okay with that, now you can ask for sexual encounters if Hotaru wanted to.
You stood up and looked for a tissue, you wouldn't be able to leave him all messed up over his futon, that would be cruel, so you got back to a little more recovered Haganezuka and started whipping his cum from his tummy. You suddenly felt his hand grab your arm firmly yet gently, you looked up just to encounter a very determined glare.
—Let's do it again— your mind went blank, did you hear correctly?
—Pardon?— you said, a little numb yet, it's not like you didn't want to, but you thought maybe he was too tired for another round, you maybe underestimated him.
—I said let's do it again, I'm not tired— his face turned red once again but his expression remained.
This was interesting, for the very first time, Haganezuka Hotaru would not be working at first light as everyone would originally expect, he would stay in bed with you, exploring this new world of dirty and lustful desires.
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Carlos’ future in F1: an essay
I lost the ask about Carlos’ future in F1 😭😭 but I’ll write my answer anyway (I’m so sorry).
The person who asked me said that they liked my writing so I’m going to write a whole essay for them.
No but, for real, all that I’m going to say is a product of many many talks with my boyfriend (he’s a Mechanical engineer, specialising in power train, he knows what he’s talking about) and my uncle.
Anyway, let’s go.
First option: Mercedes.
I honestly do not think it would be wise of Carlos to accept the second Mercedes seat: firstly, he would be just that, a second driver, even if probably in a less clear way than in other teams, but still a second driver.
On top of that, it is pretty obvious now that all Mercedes is looking for is someone to warm the seat for Kimi Antonelli so even if Carlos’ results would be amazing and spectacular, they would still prefer a young promise that they can build the car entirely around.
Which is exactly the reason why I think that Fernando Alonso would be a much better choice next to George, perhaps have his last 1/2 years in the sport and then retire for good (not because I think he needs to retire, it’s obvious how good he still is in the sport, what I’m saying it’s just a matter of probability).
Second option: Stake [future Audi]
It hurts me to say, but it’s probably the most probable outcome.
The thing is, Audi is looking for an experienced driver, of course, someone that can tell them exactly what they need to do to improve, someone who knows what he’s talking about because he’s good at his job and he has a particular sensitivity to the car.
And we all know that Carlos is exactly that driver, Ferrari and McLaren and Renault have frequently appreciated his skills in the matter. He knows what to look for in a car, how to look for it and how to give feedback.
On top of that, he’s a consistent driver that knows exactly how to bring the car to its limits. What I’ve always loved about Carlos is that he knows how to bring out the best from a car even if it is not built for him (Ferrari, for example, has explicitly said that they’re building the car around Charles which is plausible - do not hate Ferrari for that, every team has to decide a first driver, that’s how the sport works and that’s what the engineers need to think about the best project).
A new team like Audi will be in 2026, that will also have the slight advantage to other teams of entering the sport at the same time as new regulations, will need someone like Carlos.
Of course, not to mention the connections that he has thanks to his dad. (Do not hate on Carlos’ family under this post, everybody’s parent would try and give their sons/daughters their best options if they can. Hating on Carlos Sainz Sr for that is the most hypocritical thing you can do).
Counterpart? He would have to deal with Stake for the 2025 season and their objectively awful car, and it would kill me.
Third option: RedBull
Ah, yes but no.
Yes because I wish for him to have a good car, I wish for him to have a good team and be on the podium every weekend and have a few wins.
Him and Max have a good relationship (whoever says that Max hates him because he’s in love with Charles, what the hell is your problem? You can ship them, alright, and you can let your imagination fly, but always remember that there’s a difference between fantasy and real life, and real life is that Max does not hate anyone and in that fucking cool down room in Bahrein he appreciated Carlos’ racecraft - you can listen to the audio again and actually listen to it - and his clean overtakes on both Charles and George - not just Charles, there was George, too, if your brain fails to remind you) despite all the people insisting on their dads’ problem and all.
That’s the no part. Unfortunately, both Max and Carlos’ careers are a bit influenced by their dads, but again, we cannot hate them for that. That’s how families are, that’s how complicated human relationships are.
Parents try to give their sons the best, that’s just how it is.
Fourth option: Aston Martin
Is it an option? Yes, no, depends on what Fernando will decide to do.
But I honestly think it would be a really good choice. Aston Martin is a great team, top of the midfield, drivers can show their abilities in that kind of car, there’s no enormous drama or anything and Lance is a pretty good teammate.
Besides, if Fernando were to leave the team, they would need another driver to ‘take the lead’. Not that Lance would not be fitting, but I think Carlos would be a great option for the development of the car and for feedbacks (see previous point in Audi section).
Fifth option: Alpine
God, please, no.
(I’m already suffering enough for Esteban and Pierre, please stop).
Sixth option: Haas
See fifth option.
(Besides, I think they were planning on giving a seat to Ollie Bearman, anyway. Given the incredible result of last week, that will almost surely be the case and deservedly so).
Seventh option: Williams
See fifth option.
I love both Alex and Logan, and I hope they’ll keep Logan for the time being.
Conclusion: where do I want Carlos to go?
Carlos is an amazing driver, consistent, smart, fast, experienced.
He makes very few mistakes and he’s really intelligent, which means that he’s able to bring out the potential of a car even when it does not perform exceptionally.
Let’s all remember that he was the only non-RedBull winner last year. And no, not because they ‘sacrificed’ Charles, but because he knew exactly what to do and how to do it and when to do it - again, smart. And no, I’m not bringing down Charles by celebrating Carlos’ win. Latest news: you can celebrate different drivers without bringing down other.
(If that were the case, then you would have to kill all your siblings because how dare your parents celebrate their birthday and not yours on the same day? Please, be reasonable when you think, your brain deserves that).
Any team would be lucky to have him.
Personally, I hope for RedBull, because then he would get a chance to perform with a great car and one that adapts to his driving style (him and Max have a pretty similar setup and pretty similar preferences when it comes to the car, which would also be a great advantage for the engineering side of the team that I just cannot ignore since I study engineering myself hahah), regardless of the whole drama that usually takes place in that team.
About that, I would like to point put that RedBull comes first and foremost as a brand, not as a driving team, which means that media and public facades are a great part of its entire existence, that’s why there’s always talking around it.
That’s what they want, that’s what they need, and it’s understandable: Ferrari has its history, McLaren has its history and its ‘modernity’, RedBull has its brand.
And it’s okay because that’s how sports work in general, that’s how the world works in general.
We should just learn to differentiate between the public appearances and the actual important aspects of the sports (strategies and the mechanic and aerodynamic part of a car and the abilities of the drivers etcetera).
Realistically, I think he will probably take Valtteri/Zhou’s seat (sadly, of course, I love each and every one of them) and start at Stake for 2025 to be part of Audi for the remaining part of his career.
That’s it, that’s what I think. Thank you anon for the question, sorry if I lost it, I hope you liked my detailed answer. 💕🫶🏻
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Hi there!! I’m so excited to see that you have Dune requests open! 😊
Could I make a request for Gurney x fem!reader? I was thinking something angsty with her being either an Atreides or a member of the bene gesserit who is close to Jessica, and she’s forced into marriage with another. (probably more angst for Gurney if it’s to Feyd or another Harkonnen) angst to fluff or just angst, up to you!
Many thanks If you accept this! 😊
Sinking Ship, Abandon Ship
Gurney Halleck x Atreides!reader
author's note: I really hope you enjoy this one, because writing it was incredibly fun and entertaining!
(not beta read, we die like feyd-rautha)
warnings: mentions of death, a lot of angst, duke leto being an awful brother, house harkonnen.
wc: 978
The romance between Gurney Halleck and the Duke’s sister, (Y/N), developed slowly over time. The two who have been around each for decades, since before politics really mattered.
“You wanted to see me brother?” Questioned (Y/N) as she walked into Leto’s office on Caladan.
“Yes I did (Y/N), take a seat.” He said anxiously, like he didn’t know what to say or expect.
“Is there something going on? You made this seem quite serious. You’re even pacing now.” She said, worried about her older brother, “this isn’t going to affect us going to Arrakis, right?”
“This isn’t going to affect us going to Arrakis.” Leto said slowly.
“Well that's a good thing, isn’t it? We leave in a few weeks and stay there to collect spice and try to converse with the Fremen.”
The Duke interrupted her, “(Y/N) it affects you going.”
“Well tell me what's going on!” The sister retorted to her brother, annoyed that he wasn’t telling her things.
“In order for us to have a certain amount of ‘safety’ on Arrakis, I have decided it is best if you marry the Baron’s eldest nephew. In order for this to happen, you need to leave tomorrow.”
“Oh.” she whispered as a pinching feeling settled deep into her chest.
“Oh!” he said, upset, “That's all you're going to say!”
“I mean what else is there to say!” She said as the tears began to fall down her face, “I’m leaving my family! my home!” The person I love! She thought afterwards.
“I had no choice (Y/N)! It was this or the fact that Harkonnens may try to kill us on Arrakis!” He shouted
“So you’re going to have me die at the hands of them!” She yelled back at him, “I’m just a sacrifice for you!”
“You’re not a sacrifice!”
“You’re right!” she hysterically shouted back, “I’m a lamb to the slaughter! A sacrifice would have more honor!”
“(Y/N) listen to me!” Leto shouted to her. But it was too late, she had turned her back and started walking away.
“Fuck off, Leto!”
(Y/N) began to walk the expansive halls of Castle Caladan. Walking past the paintings of her ancestors who once ruled the same planet she is leaving. The ancestors who had their own problems when they were alive. But those problems were solved by means of negotiation, not marrying off their younger sister. She continued to aimlessly plod around with tears running down her face. But, any guards who passed her didn’t say anything to her. Instead they went straight to Gurney Halleck.
After about half an hour of wandering, (Y/N) was leaning against the balcony railing; that gave a spectacular view of the setting sun and its light that reflected off the dazzling ocean waves. The tears in her eyes had subsided and were now replaced with untimed sniffles. She thought about the days that were easier. How she would frolic with her brother when they were younger, along the rolling hills. Her and Gurney’s late night walks when they couldn’t sleep from plagues infecting their dreams. The walks which ended with small, sweet kisses and long hugs goodbye, before they returned to their own quarters.
“The guards told me you were crying.” Gurney deadpanned, “if I am correct you just had a meeting with the Duke, is everything alright?”
He began walking to where (Y/N) was standing near the railing.
“Everything is fine, for everyone else,” said with a sad chuckle, “but for us, it’s a boat that's sinking and we can’t repair the hole.”
He placed a hand on her back, “Why, what’s going on?” he said, concerned.
“The Duke is sending me off to marry a count.” (Y/N) muttered.
“Which count?” Gurney said, trying to figure out a way to mend the situation. Thinking that if it was one he knew, he could make a compromise.
“Count Glossu Rabban, of House Harkonnen.”
Gurney’s vision turned red. He could not believe the duke, the man who knew that the Harkonnens do not like the Atreides, would marry off his sister to a husband who would be cruel.
“Why!” He said, before calming down so as to not yell at her, “Why is he doing this?”
“Something to do with the safety of everyone else on Arrakis, I’m a form of collateral.”
“So he's shipping you off to Harkonnen bastards!” He asserted, “Men who would kill you if you stepped out of line.”
“I didn’t have a choice, Gurney…” She disclosed as more tears started to roll down her cheeks.
“Well I have something to say, (Y/N), I’m not letting them take you away from me.” He said with venom in his voice. Before shifting to a softer tone, “I’m not letting them take anything else from me…”
“There’s nothing you can do, my dear.” (Y/N) commented, finally realizing what was going to happen to her.
“Then, when do you leave?” Gurney responded as he turned around.
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Then I still have a night with you, we still have a couple of hours.” Gurney proposed, “You’re not gone yet.”
“No, I’m not.”
The final hours Gurney and (Y/N) had very little talking. Moving into her bedroom to cry more and reminisce about what they had. How they had taken their freedom for granted.
“Years ago, If you asked me to marry you, then we wouldn’t be here right.” (Y/N) whispered as she laid on her bed with her head on Gurney’s chest.
“Years ago, if I knew you wanted to get married, I would’ve bought a ring.” Gurney added.
That would be the last thing they said to each other before (Y/N) had to leave. Both of them too hurt by the Duke’s actions to say anything else. And a mutual feeling of betrayal by him too.
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Paint 'em Red
Pairing: afab dom! Reader x sub! Renjun
Genre: Office AU, Office banging, SMUT SMUT SMUT.
Warnings: Usage of Noona, Mommy, Renjun is unstable and needy, Slapping, Slapping on Dick, Begging, Name calling, Office banging, Jealousy, Degradation, Reader being mean, Pain kink, Use of unnamed/unidentified rituals, Fwb situation, Blood.
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"It's not like you could please me well anyways"
You felt rage first. Then felt insulted, a genuine insult that went to your heart . Finally came the urge to clutch his throat and choke it, to make him kneel and buckle in submission was raging inside you. You didn’t respond, not with the company’s 15th Anniversary celebration starting in 10 minutes you couldn’t argue back, unlike Renjun who thought it was a good time to annoy you now. You remained unresponsive and cold, never acknowledged him nor show any reaction to your fellow employee. Taking the coffee tray filled with coffee cups you moved away consciously, slowly away from him, already killing him enough in your mind while you joined your other fellow employees outside the break cabin room. It was a brief celebration before the actual big events that would happen on the grounds.
Renjun and you had been fuck buddies for some time now and few days back he seemed on the edge and started to nitpick things for no reason. You both weren’t considerably close before this so you couldn’t really make him slip the stuff after some expressions of concern. So you gave him space and time, you already attended a company meeting abroad in the mean time which lasted around ten days and baam! He had to say that today when facing each other after a whole week. The job was very demanding but you both could agree on taking each other’s needs and opinions in consideration cause you worked in the same company- you knew how things were and how it could get in your life. So you were giving him space and conversed today causally to lighten the mood today. But he seemed to have a sharp tongue and a bad mood. You almost sarcastically wanted to say "Someone's on their periods" just to shut him up.
"Yes, yes, now! The time has come to announce the outstanding employee of the year for our department" Yuta announced, gathering the attention of the employees.
"Anyone have any guesses??" An employee curiously questioned.
"Come on guys, it's very obviously from our Team"
"Your Team? It's from our Team and more like me obviously" another guy chided.
“Guys guys, everyone did a spectacular job this year and I am so proud each and everyone of you. Unfortunately I cannot give this to everyone so only one staff is eligible to receive this. It was one tough decision! There were a lot of contenders for the award!” Yuta raised his voice appeasing all his staffs. A collective sigh emitted from different employees at that.
"Now, a huge applause for the new Ace of our department. It's Y/N, Congratulations Ms.YL/N!!"
Renjun scoffed lowly, eyes rolling as he sluggishly removed his hands from his pockets to applaud you for the award, along with the employees. The cheers were quite loud that he even tilted his head away from his friend who deliberately clapped loudly near his ear. You received the award from Yuta, your Manager a.k.a The Department Head and briefly expressed your thankful feelings clutching your achievement with pride. You did work day and night for this after all, in no sleep and even in sickness.
The fun games commenced and you had to say, the arrangements weren’t that bad this time, fun but not boring and not too competitive. Time passed and you could feel someone hanging around your vicinity all along the celebrations like a shadow but you brushed it off, at first. But a creepy feeling crept up making you paranoid, like someone was watching you.
“Y/N” Jaehyun called, snapping you to reality. You both resumed to focus on the game of dumb charades. They did seem to give away gift coupons so you were not going to lose on some free high quality self care.
The icky feeling crept up your skin and you couldn’t take it anymore after an hour and turned around to stare long and hard from the direction you felt the weird energy, y’know just in case. Even after many times of trying to locate anything, you found no answers so you resumed to playing the fun activities as you participated in few of the games. You finally brushed off the feeling as fatigue from the travel, making you unease for no reason. It’s broad daylight and you were surrounded by people, you are safe.
“I’m pretty sure our department is gonna win the best department of the current year” Yuta’s eyes sparkled as he talked when all the department celebrations ended. Travel never seemed to affect him, no- nada. Only you were tired and jetlagged. He did love his work very much, sometimes you wished you loved it as much as him. Maybe after a promotion you could actually enjoy it.
“Yess, yes, you have said this a thousand times before” you borderline complained to Yuta. But that never stopped him at all. There was no way to stop him when he got all excited like that. Did I say he loved his work and loved loved Money? Loved money so much he actually got a good lump of it, being the Head of the department and all. That’s a deadly combo but you were sure hardwork would take you places. Even just being around people who got that luck.
“NO, don’t you know what this means?? We will be getting a bonus!! A Bonus!”
“Of course, money’s got you all giddy. I will rest in the Dance room, don’t bother about me even if we win the award alright?”
“Without the ace of the year? It’ll be no fun”
You rolled your eyes hard at him at that.
“Better not lock that door , I might come to drag you away to celebrate our victory when we win”
“I’d like to see you try” you gave a mock salute to your superior before you left the area. You nonchalantly moped along the path to the room and dropped your belongings the second your set foot in the room. You switched the lights off and lied down on the plush-y soft sofa comfortably. And it hit you, you didn’t lock the door. You did not want to get dragged along to the most boring part of the celebrations by Yuta.
Knock, Knock.
Speak of the devil you mused.
You heard two raps against the door. You skeptically let out “Yuta?” to be met with no response. You could hear them clutching the door handle a click of the door handle, you scrawned behind the sofa and clutched a drumstick from the drumming set near you.
There was no reason to be scared, you were still in the office in broad daylight yet the icky feeling you had few minutes before managed to creep in again.
“Noona?”
You pondered over the voice and wearily asked “Renjun?”
The handle clicked open, door opening ajar revealing Renjun himself. He did look cute and handsome in the suit today, that’s what you been thinking until he had to talk that pretty in the morning.
"What do you want?"
He looked apologetic at your tone but you were not going to get soft on him, he does not get to get off this that easily.
"I-im Sorry, just…let me in”
You moved aside, letting him in and peered out to check if no one saw. Clicking the door locked, you looked at Renjun unimpressed, a lot of people saw you come in to this room and he dares to follow you now?
“What?”
“Eh, About the thing in the morning….”
“It was a very pleasant greeting by the way!”
He didn’t reply and instead hung his head low.
“I don’t think there is any reason for us to meet or converse anything other than about work Mr.Huang” you were not going to let this slip and so you wanted to give the ending to what he started.
"What?! No!” he said in bewilderment.
“Pray tell what do we have to talk about anymore?”
“About today morning…” bunny teeth digged into his lower lips.
“What made you think you could say that to me?”
“I’m sorry Noona! I wasn’t thinking straight. I know I shouldn’t have said that, especially after a long week. You were gone…”
"Are you joking?"
At that he came forward and hugged you, so tight that you could not breath after few seconds.
“Can’t. Breathe.”
“Oh!” he released you immediately, looked at your face to see if you were alright and then hugged again now buying his face in your neck.
“I missed you so much” his muffled low voice sent shivers on your spine and you tightened your thighs unconsciously. You weren’t sure if he knew it affected you, but he took another deep inhale as if he was calming himself, hands draped over your back comfortably.
It actually felt cute but then…
“Are you fucking serious right now??!!” you pushed him away at his audacity.
He had his puppy eyes on, bottom lip tucked between his teeth he looked at your expectantly. That look might’ve worked before but not today.
So he came forward and clutched your hands to grab him through his pant as he shakily exhaled, visibly shaking in your hold. You looked up at him and snatched your hands away from his clutches, away from his semi-solid dick.
“Please”
"And...why are you saying this to me? I thought I didn’t please you well, as said by yourself! If I didn’t please you why are you missing me?”
His face fell and eyes watered "I'm sorry I was just frustrated"
"So you say mean stuff to me even when I take care of you the best I can? I mean... I can't read minds, can I? How would I know if you never found me satsifying, when all I remember was you fucked out and exhausted that you slept too well? Was that not being satisfied? And you say I’m not satisfying you?" You talked cold at him as you clutched his jaw forcing him to look at you.
"I'm sorry, I take it back" he eyes were positively watering now.
"I'm afraid I can do nothing for you Mr.Huang"
He hung his head low and whispered "It hurts"
"Did you not hear me now?" You walked towards the door and turned on the knob to leave the room.
"I said I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to! Please....Forgive me and I thought…." his voice sounded strained and you turned around. Something about the voice and the single shake of it, he’d never been like this before.
"Thought what?"
You sighed and locked the door again this time but he didn’t continue.
"Mommy" he was now kneeling down, voice completely different now. Your pussy coming alive at the familiar tone of his voice, all soft and warm.
His eyes all glossed, lips all wet and red from biting them in embarrassment while talking to you. Oh he's horny and wet af. And shameless.
You moved towards his body and did something unthinkable. You slapped him. His chest heaved as you could hear a low groan from him, cheeks blooming with your hand imprint. “Fuck” he cursed.
There was a weird tension between you two now, for the next step.
You could just walk away from him and leave him like that. Just like how he insulted you. Leave him vulnerable and needy. For you. Just leave him how he is now, to prove he lied through his teeth today morning. Why would he come back if he didn’t like the things you both did?
“Please mommy” he begged again as he pushed his hips forward crudely. He liked it?
“Such a whore” something surged in you and the need to humiliate and dominate him was much bigger now, stemming from you hurt, your anger. He seemed to not mind nevertheless.
"You never say those words to me again alright? You talk to me what you like and don’t like properly without acting like a pathetic little pussy”
"Yes...I'm sorry, please just, I didn't mean it at all..."He teared up now, face flushed pink and lips red and eyes glistened. Few other tears escaping as he tried to look at you clearly, lashes stuck together with excess tears.
Oh fuck.
“What do you want baby?” you caressed his face tracing the lines through his tears.
"Touch me, please” he said breathlessly.
He bit his lips again and undid himself as he stood up, the heavy shirt and pant fabric falling down in a thud. He stood there in his panties, now too tight with his excited dick.
“Lemme see what the fuss was all about, won’t you?” At your wish he gingerly removed the panties and his length sprung out, all red at the tip while the rest looked painfully stiff.
You glanced up at him and circled his tip slowly and he whimpered, more precum exiting the small slit. Already wet. So wet.
"Ah-hn-nng" his hips thrusted forward ever so slightly.
A slap landed right on the side of his leaking red tip, the owner's body jumping at the harsh contact, the never ending precum drenched his staff whole.
"Ahh-hn please" his soft fingers sneaked to base of his red cock, hands sloppily gripping and stroking them as his abdomen tensed.
"You think your deserve this from me?"
No response.
"You look like a pathetic slut right now, you know that? In broad daylight getting you dick wet? You still want me?! To help you? After the shit you spewed?"
"Please-"
"Then beg properly"
"Please touch my dick, please mommy. I’m so sorry, fuck me good please-Agh-hnng"
A sharp slap on his leaking dick again. And followed by another.
"Aahh-please! I'll be a good slut for you please, it’s too much please"
"Spread there" he looked in the direction you pointed and saw a table, cleaning up the table by placing the objects on the sofa nearby. The max you both had done in the office was a heated makeout session but nothing more. And today seemed to be the day you would break the limits.
And he mounted on it and spread looking at you.
"The other way, face away from me" you commanded "spread wide, on all fours”
The position you were directing him was so open and shameful, it was a sight to behold in the office space, all naked without a single bit of clothing.
"O-okay" he shakily replied. He pushed his hips out in front of you, silently asking you to do anything as he bent his torso down on the table as he spread his ass further on the air, legs moving away to accommodate the action, dick hanging between his thighs, red and swollen. You loved how pliant and needy he was today.
You smacked the soft globes of his ass watching the soft curve dipping towards the table as he pushed his hips out in reaction. You teased his rim with butterfly touches, but you knew he was already so sensitive and ready for you.
Your fingertips constantly circled the puckering hole, enticing moans from the owner which were a blessing to hear. Another sharp slap on the milky butt had him gripping the table, so you quickly took the chance of him relieving the pain to slip your saliva coated fingers in him.
A satisfied moan escaped his red lips “Mommy”
“Fuck yourself on me like a good boy, come on”
He obeyed just like a good boy, rocked his hips gently back and forth with a sloppy pace, still getting used to you. You pushed his lower back down, curving his back to ensure the flexibility of his movements while you thrusted deep. Meanwhile your other hand fondled his balls.
“AH-That’s-“ he shimmied away from your ministrations helplessly which only made you lean forward and lick his seed sac.
“-too much-ah” and you felt him spill all over you left hand making a horrible mess everywhere.
“Already?” You concendingly taunted him, as you pumped his shaft top, riding him through the high.
“Tsk tsk tsk, what a mess! Look at the mess you’ve made baby! Never been the one to come this fast, what’s gotten into you?”
“It’s been a long time since we did anything…”
You paused. Even then… and it clicked.
“Renjun, did you edge yourself while I was away?”
He turned around , back facing you as his torso twisted to look at you, the best he can by adjusting the angles of his body. Fuck he looked so ravishing and enchanting like that. The soft window light creating a back cast but nevertheless his plump lips coated with saliva with all the biting were visible, abused ass hiding his cock but not the cum soiled all over the table.
“I..i missed you so much” you could swear his eyes were twinkling, lips glistening, chest rising and waning softly as he looked at you-skin tinted pink and hair all messy. He looked inviting and ravishing.
“What do your want baby?” your voice sweet with want, just for him.
“Fuck me, please fuck me” You always loved how needy he got for you.
You straddled on his thighs, instructing him to hold on to the table so it doesn’t shake, you know just in case. You slowly bounced on him while you watched his shoulder and head fall down graceful from the table from the lack of space. Mouth open as silent pleasure coursed through him. His fingers fiddled with his hardened nipples, softly caressing and tugging them when you bottomed out on him again and again.
“Fuck, I’m gon-cum again” voice strained and incoherent from all the blood rushing to his brain-from both pleasure and gravity. But you didn’t stop, you were frustrated and you wanted to reach that high too. You grinded and bounced alternating while you leaned back against his legs.
“Fuck yeah-shh-Mommy- I” you leaned forward and slapped him softly and he convulsed as his dick pivoted deeper into you, pulsing against your walls as he came.
“Come for me, yes, just like that”
He caught his breath for longer seconds and rolled over so you could lie down as well. His head on the crook of your neck, you played with his fluffy hair, sticking in all directions cause of sweat.
“Did you miss me that much?” you mumbled.
“Hmm?” Eyes hazy as he tried to focus on you, he blinked slowly.
“You were extra sensitive today, no?”
“Hmm…yes”he agreed as he purred under your care. “How was your trip?”
“The business trip? It was good, it was actually fun I never actually expected that” your eyes lit up as memories screened your mind.
“Really?” you looked at him at the question, he looked at you expectantly but you missed a grey glint in his eyes.
“Yes, it was so fun and everyone got along well. I was too knocked out to even rest properly with things happening everyday”
“Then let me take good care of you now” you heard him whisper, barely catching it.
You didn’t notice a metal clank against the table, not him slicing his palm open and fisted his dick to coat it with the fluid. Pumping himself hot and hard in few strokes, he positioned at your entrance, slowly pushing inside your cunt.
You groaned at the delicious intrusion, not noticing anything happening around you. All you know was both your moans hot and heavy on the room, tongue lazily sucking on each other open mouthed lewdly and him saying he wanted to keep fucking you all day, again and again even after having uncountable orgasms.
He ploughed in your pussy, against the warm juicy canal in a blissful rhythm and another orgasm was building up and he knew.
“Fuck, come with me, come with me please Y/N” He uttered staining his voice amidst the pleasure.
But your mind was too fixed on the orgasmic high you actually didn’t pay any mind to him. After a few seconds your felt weird in your stomach, not just the orgasm, like you felt you were floating away from your own body. You couldn’t feel your own body. As soon as you felt it, it was gone and you hit your orgasm and you while body spasm-ed, thighs clenching and unclenching around his waist rapidly with the vibrations.
“Oh, fuck”
You moaned his name so loud you were sure anyone outside would have heard it a hundred percent.
“Fuck yeah” a crazed glint you caught in his eyes as you stared up at him from your post orgasmic lidded eyes.
“Mine, all mine, MINE” he uttered lowly, not paying mind to you as he stared at where you both were connected.
“Renjun?”
He glanced up and the smile dropped. His eyes cleared up like he was taken out of a haze. The smile returned, now looking much more pleasant. Descending on your body he kissed you searingly. His hands cradled you helping your body up as you both kissed. You smiled at him between kisses but as you opened your eyes you saw dots of red on your peripheral vision. Red painted on both your lower body, bigger spots of it visibly trailing along both your abdomen.
“What…”
His hands, it was his hands slashed deep that the crimson bled thick every second. You couldn’t ignore another peripheral item that seemed to be dunked in red that also seemed to move. It was…
You looked down at yourself, the cum and blood mixed dripped from your cunt crudely, all around your thighs too. You eyes engorged in shock, you looked up at his innocent face, hair all fluffy framing like a halo. So in contrast with the action that transpired few seconds ago.
“What have you done?”
An eerie zoned out look passed Renjun' eyes again followed by an unsettling slow smile, baring teeth as much as possible with the skin scrunching up painfully full.
"A Blood ritual"
But two knocks on the door interrupted your shock.
Taglist: @she-is-dreaming
#nct smut#nct scenarios#nct renjun#renjun smut#nct renjun smut#sub renjun#kpop smut#dom reader#nct yuta#nct jaehyun#nct fanfic#nct hard thoughts#nct hard hours#nct dream#nct dream smut#sub idol#hwang renjun#fem!reader#dom!reader
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For the Hell of It - Needy, Continued(*)
Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc
Rating and warnings: NSFW, oral, male receiving.
Word count: 600
Summary: Jason takes control.
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Jason pulled her head back and they both breathed hard. He leaned heavily back against the door, his legs shaky. She had been on a direct course to throw him over the edge and was only picking up speed. He wasn’t going to give in that easy.
She sat back on her haunches, panting and dishevelled in her slinky cocktail dress. Her lips were swollen, her eyelashes damp, and her makeup smudged, but she was in no way hazy. The look in her eye as she gazed up at him was entirely lucid and extremely pleased with herself.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
“Look at you,” he said, brushing back a loose hair from her face, and tracing her cheek. “Are you tryna kill me?”
Her hands on his thighs flexed with eagerness, and she gave a light laugh. She leaned forward again.
He grasped her ponytail and held her back. He stroked himself, a couple of inches away, while she opened her mouth. He held her still, just enjoying the tableau. Breathtaking.
She huffed with impatience and flicked her eyes up at him.
He laughed.
She’d been a filthy tease earlier, this was her just deserts. The fact that he had loved every second of it was irrelevant.
He brought her just close enough to brush his tip. Her tongue ran through the slit. He shuddered and pulled her back again, smothering a groan.
“You despicable tease,” she said, sounding in no way opposed to the situation. “How could you do this to me?”
“I know,” he drawled. “Making you wait for my cock. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.”
“I wish to file a complaint.”
“Considered it filed, and ignored.”
She whined. He could feel her hot breath on his sensitive, wet skin. He wanted her so badly.
“You hate being empty, don’t you? Like you were made to take my cock.”
The ravenous look she gave him was filthy.
“You want it?”
“Yes please.”
“How, needy girl?”
“Deep and slow,” a smile curled at her lips. “Indulge a little.”
“Sweetheart.” He sank into the warmth of her mouth. The relief of it travelled up his spine and down all his nerve endings. “You can’t just say that to me, how am I supposed to think clearly? Go on, all the way. You said deep.”
Her pleased hum was cut off. He moaned, helpless against the sensation as he passed the last wall of resistance.
Her hands sat relaxed on his hips, letting him know she was okay despite the fluttering of damp eyelashes and the tortuous flexing of her throat. He cradled her head and pulled out slowly. She hauled in one deep breath before he sank in again. It was agonisingly slow, the sweetest torture. He wasn’t going to last long.
She looked up at him intermittently, making sure she was doing a good job. She never did anything less, but she was thorough like that. He knew how badly she wanted to please him. She’d do just about anything to make him feel good. Such raw trust. It eviscerated him.
He moaned her name.
It made him impossibly more possessive and protective when she got like this.
This was his woman, putting her body in his hands.
“I’ve got you sweetheart,” he said, his voice rumbling and low as his climax approached. “You’re doing so good for me. That’s my girl. Fucking spectacular.”
She made a desperate whine.
“You gonna take it all?”
Her eyes flicked up to him, glittering and hungry. So full of affection. He loved her so much. She did something clever with her tongue.
He surrendered.
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#this one's just filth#jason todd#red hood#jason todd x oc#red hood x oc#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x reader#for the hell of it#my fanfic#dc#sub!reader#soft dom jason#dom!jason#established relationship#switching roles as they go#dirty talk
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I finished DR part 2, and holy hell it was fantastic! Spectacular First season!
...
So now I'm gonna talk about Episode 17 - The Administration: (spoilers)
The Administration is genuinely a work of art in my opinion, this feels like a mix of old ninjago and new ninjago, it manages to overcomplicate so much-
Yet simplify and clear up everything just as fast-
It's such a brilliant mix of both, and this only managed to make the humor in this episode infinitely more enjoyable and funny, I have not had this much fun with a Ninjago episode in such a long time, it's beautiful.
Speaking of which, goodness gracious THEY DID NOT HOLD BACK WITH JOKES, Doc and Kevin went all out with the humor, and THEY KEPT DOUBLING DOWN ON EVERYTHING BY CONSTANTLY MAKING IT ABOUT PERMITS AND LICENSES.
it only makes Zane's comment about The Administration's gross incompetence hit even harder, these guys have overcomplicated their own system so much, it's slowing them down tremendously.
And don't even get me started on Zane himself, he has so many BADASS MOMENTS IN THIS EPISODE, HE'S SO COOL!
(my soon to be new pfp, don't care he's killing it in this scene)
He's pulling a Death Note reference for crying out loud.
And all around, everyone was extremely loveable on this episode, the Administration is extremely stupid but their pure dedication is hilarious and admirable as well.
Lloyd takes a bit of a back seat for some of this episode until like the last third, in favour of Arin and Zane taking over.
And Arin once more proves he's nothing short of an absolute little sweetheart, the kid literally apologises for not sharpening the pens.
(That whole scene with Zane asking why he had pens on him was so funny when I was watching the first time oml).
And I briefly want to touch on the Jay appearance:
Oh my god this fucking idiot literally HAS THE SAME EXACT PERSONALITY EVEN WITH HIS LOST MEMORIES.
If it weren't for Doc and Kevin saying he lost his memories, NO ONE would've known that he has memory loss just from the clip alone, and this scene has an amazing implication:
Regardless of whether he has memories or not, Jay would still act the exact same.
Jay fans, you guys ate good today, and good as in your favourite character having like ~35 seconds of total screentime (out of like, 26,400 seconds).
There's also the Dragon Core, Zane going crazy with his car, Arin asking the agents about his parents, Kai's scene with Wyldfyre and him mentioning how his sister merging with the Sea affacted him in such a deep way (fuck yes IT GOT ACKNOWLEDGE FINALLY), etc
And it's all so fantastic and well rounded, I legit can't get enough of this episode and I'm fairly certain it's my current number #1 favourite episode in all of Ninjago, so congrats The Administration! For being one hell of a banger.
#ninjago#zane julien#lloyd garmadon#arin#ninjago spoilers#ninjago dragons rising spoilers#Ninjago dragons rising#Rewatch that episode 20 million times if you have to#It's so good#And that's not mentioning the other 4 episodes#Like episodes 18-20 are better#Like I'm not even gonna argue it#Those episodes ARE BETTER#But it just so happens to be that I fell for The Administration#It's captivated me damn it#DR is so good...
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"Harrow the Ninth"
21/02/2024
Reading progress: 507/507 (100%)
Read through since last update: 157
Didn't think I'd cram the last part into one post, but here we are anyway. These last 150ish pages were... All over the place. In a good way!
Final notes:
Oh, there she is!!! Talk about a monster under the bed.
Ok, but how casual is that scene? I know something like that was coming (I've seen some fanart, but knew too little to know who it was about, just that Harrow and Ianthe would be peeking under the bed), but it's just so normal. I like it. Kinda eerie because it's not presented as scary.
Of course Ianthe didn't see it. Don't worry Harrow, I believe you.
Yeah, ok. It makes sense that Ortus was just fulfilling other to kill Harrow. His reasoning for it just wasn't strong enough. "You're a liability." Just like everyone else.
Oho! Here we go! Epiparodos! (Whatever that means.)
NUNLET??? 🥺🥺 That's such a cute word.
Ok, the lobotomy. Right. Also saw a fanart spoiler for it, totally forgot it was coming. I thought it was gonna happen later on? In any case. Ok. Yup. This happened.
Harrow NOVA. There we go. The other Harrow finally revealed by her full name. Though I applaud Muir, I haven't even noticed we never got her last name. Gorgeous and genius writing, through and through.
HAHAHAHAHAHA love how Harrow did the typical "I am small. Therefore, I will be a quick and murderous machine" but Muir decided to break up the cliché by saying she discovered that at the ripe age of 5. Man, I love this book. And I love Harrow as a character.
"What's that, you egg?"
Dying. 😂
Ok, gotta say, chapter 40 lost me.
I think... I got it? I might need to read the remaining pages for all of this to settle down, but this is much less complicated that I thought it would be.
What is the meaning of love if not sacrificing every single memory of a person in order to save them? 😭
Of course, it was not a dream. That would be too easy. The bubbles make perfect sense.
I know I said Ortus was annoying when quoting the Noniad, but I really like him as a character. And by that I mean how Muir has given him more depth and allowed him to grow. Which also made the scene where he hugs Harrow so impactful. 🖤
Ok, the Ortus thing was unexpected. And I'm excited to learn what it's all about.
But first. The Sleeper.
UGH! I love how considerate Gideon is with Harrow's body. Sure, she's a little awkward in it and puts out a dirty joke or two, but she's just trying to be respectful and useful. Also the way she's so worried over any and all her injuries, even though she knows they'll all heal? So fucking cute.
Protesilaus took Dulcinea in his care when she fell ill. That's so cute. 🥺
Oh, hell yes! Gideon stepped the fuck up. Time for Ianthe to meet her fucking match.
(I love how protective Gideon is ggghhhgghggh)
Man, I missed Gideon so much.
MATTHIAS NONIUS!!!!!!! :O
(Such a cool scene!!!!!)
You know what? After everything that happened, my reaction to finding out Gideon is God's daughter was just "Ok. Cool."
Cue John's corny dad joke. Love it.
Also I wouldn't have guessed they were related based on their eyes. Sure, John's eyes were mentioned multiple times, but they're silver and Gideon's are gold, so I wouldn't have put two and two together just by that. But! It fits. It's foreshadowed. It works. So yeah. Sure. Love it.
I knew it! I knew that he had a cavalier! I knew that he was a Lyctor! Hell yeah!
So much stuff happens at the end. I just kept on reading, without spending much time on commentating. I needed to know what happens and tbh, I have no idea what I just read. But that's okay! It was fun!
Ok, all in all, the book was spectacular. I liked it even more than I did Gideon. I liked how Muir handled Harrow's grief. I liked the reveals, the mysteries, the tension and the stakes. I liked the characters and I liked how Abigail got a lot more page time. I didn't even care about her in the first book, but now I really like her. I liked Ortus too!
Now, I'm still confused... About a few things. Primarily Harrow Nona. So I'll have to read an explanation or teo about it (or you can comment on the post if you'd like to help me out). Did... Harrow Nonangesimus kept watch and narrated over what Nona was doing? As in, she was dissociating from her body after the lobotomy and experiencing everything from a distance? Or was that all Gideon? Because I feel like it wasn't. Gideon's narration style is totally different and clearly comes out at the very end, but idk. I feel like I'm missing something here or that I'm not grasping something ridiculously simple.
Anyway, I'll be reading a little more about it, but yeah. "Harrow" is done, so I'll have to get my hands on Nona! In the meantime I'll be writing out my review. 🖤
#harrow the ninth#harrowhark nonagesimus#tamsyn muir#the locked tomb#locked tomb#book#reading journal#dnevnik citanja#dnevnik čitanja
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I know we absolutely adore Sanji and Usopp being dramatic and all over the top, and it's just painfully obvious that if they got married they'd be all dramatic too. But-- After WCI, I think Sanji would have this thing with weddings,, He still likes them, of course. He wants to get married. Usopp was even concerned at first and wondered if he'd say no after what he had gone through, but he didn't. He said yes right away.
But,,, It's kind of like he forces himself to make it big and spectacular when there's no need to do it? Let me explain- Sanji tries hard to make the perfect, huge, wedding worthy of his dear sniper, or so he says. But he doesn't look too happy about it just- Stressed. More stressed than usual. He doesn't even look like he enjoys wedding stuff as much as he used to a few years ago (before WCI). Like they bring him back bad memories. So of course, Usopp has to confront him about it because there is no way he's going to let his boyfriend do that to himself.
Usopp asks him to tell him the truth about how he's feeling about all of this, and after insisting for a while, Sanji says:
"But it is supposed to be a grand gesture, right? It is supposed to be the day we show our love to the rest of the world and- And it has to be big. You deserve it, love. A grand gesture and- And I can't even choose the shitty flowers because my mind instantly fucking goes to that day and- I'm sorry. I'll just- I'll do better-"
"I don't need you to do better, Sanji. You're already doing so much. Too much, actually. We're doing this for us both, not for me only. And especially not for the rest of the world. I don't even like to be the center of attention for long! I know I say I do but my hands get all sweaty and I start shaking like a damn flan! You could make me sign a piece of paper right now that says we're married and then give me some cake and I'd be the happiest man in the world. So don't,,, Don't go through this for me just because you think I want to. You don't need to prove your love to me if it makes you suffer along the way. I already know how you feel."
"You mean it? Because I seriously don't know what flowers to choose and it's. Fucking killing me."
"I like daisies but- But that is not the point. I don't care, Sanji. Just- Breathe and. And we will figure something out, okay?"
So then you have two of the most dramatic men in the world getting married in the simplest of places (their ship) with only a bit of decoration (that Chopper, Nami, and Robin helped with), music provided by Brook, rings made by Franky, and the whole thing being officiated (of course) by Luffy. So it is not that big or spectacular or whatever. It isn't even long and they quickly wrap it up so they can go have the feast Sanji makes (which is actually the one thing he was excited about).
#you know how lily and marshall get married in how i met your mother? well something like that kind of#also usopp gets his daisies dw#one piece#black leg sanji#usopp#sanuso
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obsessed with how roy just knows jamie’s an exceptional footballer. while threatening him, roy praises how his right foot was kissed by god. they talk at the gala and roy confesses that he knows he should pass to jamie. in the signal, roy is the only one who knows jamie can score from that distance, and he’s been watching jamie the whole time, actually, and he knows that jamie’s ability to be a prick is what makes him special. and season 3 is just a gold mine because you used to be the best, now you’re not and you thought i was the best? and then roy willingly offers extra training because he believes in jamie and he knows his potential and he’s so so proud when jamie gets called up for england. and he keeps up with jamie’s stats, easily recalling his assists in the premier league during that press conference and. they’re gonna continue to grow together and maybe finally realize they’ve both been in love with each other this whole time
FUNNY COINCIDENCE NONNY I AM OBSESSED WITH IT TOO!
Roy has always known – he knows the game too well, loves the game too well, not to acknowledge the fact that Jamie’s fucking great, but god, does it piss him off (in season 1 and half of season 2, at least – after that he’s quite pleased with it)! I do adore the sometimes floated idea that Roy is absolutely livid that Jamie decides to ditch City for Lust Conquers All, because pissing away his talent like that? It’s outrageous. (Doing it when Roy would fucking kill for a chance to play again? Unforgiveable. Also, it’s bad form to walk out on a club like that, so Roy’s furious about that on principle, even as he’s darkly satisified at having his notions of Jamie’s inherent prick nature further confirmed. And maybe he gloats about it a little because Jamie really fucked things up for himself now, huh, but yeah, mostly he’s livid.)
And I tend to think that Roy offers to train Jamie in part (though certainly not only!) because he is just really interested in seeing how far Jamie could go – as someone who loves the game, he wants to see the football Jamie can play when Jamie’s at his best, because he knows it’ll be spectacular. He is so fucking excited during the last few games, seeing the things Jamie does on the pitch (that yes, Jamie, when Jamie saves that goal against City is running on repeat in the back of my head, like always), and so fucking pleased when Jamie’s called up.
I think it might become a bit of a struggle for Roy in the future, on the one hand wondering if maybe Jamie ought to move away and play with other clubs to truly fulfill his potential, but on the other wanting to keep him close always, because Jamie’s his player now, in a way none of the other players are. (They don’t mind, because being Roy’s player seems really intense and difficult and no one but Jamie is into it.) They make each other better – and, these days, also so much happier.
#thank you for this nonny very important points were made#these two have never been normal about each other#roy spends so much of season 1 wishing jamie wasn't so good at football#even as he can't help but be impressed at times#and that only makes him feel sick and even angrier#but now!#now he can just unabashedly glory in jamie's football prowess#and knowing that he plays a part in bringing that out?#good good good feeling#roy kent#jamie tartt#roy & jamie#asks
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Rating KinnPorsche ghost ships:
PetePorsche - 10/10
Adorable, amazing, brilliant, showstopping, spectacular! Best friend to lovers to soulmates for the win. Really pure ship. What else is there to say? Pete and Porsche will sneak away on little dates, mostly to eat and smoke. They will be partners in crime to all sorts of crazy ideas. Pete will definitely go and open a restaurant by the beach with Porsche. Pete and Chay will be best friends. Chay will also have to be the mom of the group because the other two morons don’t know what self preservation is. Pete’s grandma will be so happy that Pete has found such strong and beautiful boyfriend, she will start sending food to feed a small army claiming Porsche and Chay need to grow even stronger.
MacauChay - 7/10
Love them! I really do! But those little gremlins will kill each other if they date. I see why people ship them. They’re both from a broken family with only one brother to rely on. They’re both trapped in their circumstances and may find comfort and understanding in one another. They will absolutely hate each other at first, though.
ChanBig - 10/10
Did someone said Daddy Chan? I think we all saw that scene in ep1 and we collectively went - yep, they fuck. It’s the way Chan has all the power, the way Big doesn’t want to disappoint him. My daddy issues could never. It’s their power dynamic, it’s Big refusing to look at Chan’s eyes, it’s Chan being firm but gentle. I don’t need to say anything more, there are already amazingly slutty fanfics about them.
VegasTay - 10/10
This ship gets bonus points for the aesthetics alone, they are both gorgeously styled. I can see it happening as a one night stand. When Tay has finally had enough of Time’s bullshit, he goes to a club and sees Vegas there. Tay is ready to make some bad decisions. Vegas on the other hand has no idea what is happening, but one of Kinn’s best friends is flirting with him and he’ll be a fool to miss that opportunity. Vegas wrecks Tay’s world that night. Tay tells him he can leave marks. Vegas knows that his definition of “marks” is different from most so he controls himself. It will be so much more satisfying if Kinn’s friend does not regret this in the morning. Afterwards Tay tells the story of his shitty relationship and Vegas suggest murdering Time. Tay should have found that calm statement frightening, but he didn’t. He actually found it quite funny. Having his friend’s hot psycho cousin care more about his feelings than his actual boyfriend. Tay suggests doing that again, gathers his things and leaves. Vegas doesn’t know why he never told anybody about that night, maybe he forgot.
ArmKhun - 8/10
I’m taking points out because of the power imbalance and I’m giving points back because of the aesthetic. Diva Khun and Bodyguard Arm! Yes, give me more. The scene of them fighting the minor family with Arm’s car-bombs which were bedazzled in gems by Khun is what sealed the deal for me. They are an amazing team. Khun is such a fun and crazy character and I would like to see him in a more serious situation. What if he gets a gun pointed at him and goes into a ptsd episode while Arm has to be the best bodyguard and protect him but also later calm him down. The crack but also angst potential is astonishing.
KenBig - 6/10
Someone said they are the Mean Girls of KinnPorsche and it hasn’t left my mind since. Yes they are! Them just gossiping around and making everyone’s life miserable, love to see it. Don’t know if I can see them as something more serious than fuck buddies but I see the angst potential of both of them dying without knowing about what happened to the other.
ArmPorsche - 7/10
I’m seeing this starting as one sided love because notice how Arm looks at Porsche, that boy is in loooove! He was ready to go against his boss just to help Porsche. If Kinn was actually cheating on Porsche, those two boys would be game.
KinnPete - 6/10
Pretty sure this ship became famous after VegasPorsche left KinnPete in the dust in that alley. I can’t see this ship working, surprisingly because Kinn is a cinnamon roll when he’s in love and Pete is a psycho when he’s in love. But there is something really homoerotic about Kinn having trust issues and Pete being the only one he trust unconditionally. I can see it if the story takes a “dead dove do not eat” approach. With Porsche betraying Kinn and Kinn turning dark, and Vegas betraying Pete and Pete turning desperate.
#kinnporsche#kinnporsche the series#macauchay#kinnpete#peteporsche#vegastay#armkhun#kenbig#chanbig#armporsche#chay kinnporsche#pete kinnporsche#arm kinnporsche#chan kinnporsche#big kinnporsche#tankhun theerapanyakul#kinn theerapanyakul#tankhun kinnporsche#not including armpol because this ship is literally canon and you can’t convince me otherwise
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soooo, you know who probably has a TON of Faustus/Mephistophilis fanfiction ideas? That, even if he never writes them, will turn up in his boyfriend's library of all the books ever dreamed of but never written...which may take some influence from his relationship with said otherworldly thought-he-was-a-devil-for-a-while-and-may-not-have-stopped-by-the-1500s boyfriend...
oh my GOD, Anon, oh MY GOD
OAISDAIOSDJS
I need my smelling salts, one moment, OH MY GOD...
...OK I'M BACK
YES, Hob Gadling ABSOLUTELY projected WILDLY onto Kit Marlowe's Doctor Faustus x Mephistophilis. Did he write fic? Maybe, maybe not he definitely jerked off to fic he never wrote, I'm just saying but there are definitely Hob fanfics FOR Doctor Faustus in Dream's library of "books that were never written"
Just... oh my god, look, I've made references across many of my Dreamling fics but especially throughout "Giving Sanctuary" to Hob being utterly obsessed with "Doctor Faustus" and becoming Kit Marlowe's patron for a minute there because of it (which would have been shortly before he died) and having gone to see it so many times that he had it memorized at one point, and it being the first time he had more than a passing interest in the arts or a play (when it wasn't, y'know, his job as a printer's apprentice).
But I will admit, my assumption he'd like it was based a bit on the cliff notes version and my reading of other versions of Faust. Seeing the Arthur Darvill play was so, so vindicating because, uh huh, yeah yeah yeah, Hob was utterly obsessed with this play, and I will accept no criticism.
Like the scene where some men try to kill Faust by beheading him and he ends up just standing there, holding his own severed head in his hand as he comes to life? I bet you Hob absolutely blanched at that scene and wondered if Marlowe had been spying on him during an unfortunate moment (if he hadn't told Marlowe about it himself). Also, all of Faust's misfortunes come from his deal ending when he dies, but he gets a good life until then. Hob Gadling was totally like, "RIP, Doctor Faustus, but I'm different. My life might not always be amazing, but at least I don't have to worry about fuckin' demons dragging my still-screaming soul down to Hell!"
But also just like... the very clear themes of how a seductive, irresistible man will damn you soul to Hell. That knowledge, and learning, and ignoring institutions that try to control you in favor of living the life you want are all sins just has so many layers of what I assume were known-bisexual Marlowe's own conflict with his chosen life vs. his upbringing. And I'm sure those concerns spoke to Hob's own fears around this spectacular life he has (especially in the 1500s) and the lingering fear that one day he might have to pay the piper.
But yes, Doctor Faustus x Mephistophilis is like the original vampire seduction. Hob canonically worried specifically that he made a bargain with the Devil, that play would have raised the hair on the back of his neck but also... Mephistophilis is hot? And he and Doctor Faustus are like weird fucked up tragic soulmates? Yeah Hob had so, so (so so so) many feelings about this play!
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New malevolent? The Detective?
Edit: Ok ok I'm listening now
- when Arthur just straight up told him about John and John having an actual conversation was amazing
- the goofy ah chello music when they're arguing is spectacular
- meet fucking percival! He's a fucking cultist what the fuck
- oh my god he forgot about it! HE FORGOT ABOUT BEING TREATED LIKE A PERSON AAAHHH I HATE THIS
- imagine being a taxi man and having someone talking to themself about a cult and killing people - you have to realise that something's up
-also does John count out his money for him??
- oh my god marie you poor soul
-oh my god the goofy music is back
-WHAT THE FUCK HES CHARLIE??? CHARLIE FRM HARPERS HILL?? OKAY SLOW DOWN FOR ME DUDE!! ROLAND CUMMINGS WHAT THE FUCK THE DREAMLAND FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK
- Arthur don't tell him who John is
- THIS TOO SHALL PASS!!!! ITS BACK!!! OH MY GOD YES
- I swear what's with the promises, oscar and now dowd?
And it's done it's fucking done that's for that rollercoaster DUDE
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