#however! i was not lying before; it did used to be a big source of distress that i was incapable of actually running a singlemuse blog
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Sweetest boy
Summary: just headcannons of Nick x masc reader who grew up bestfriends with the triplets before eventually becoming more than Nick's bestfriend.
Warnings: smut & fluff, blowjobs, handjobs, anal, mlm sex, male masturbation, sexual fantasies, switch!Nick, switch!Reader, no use of y/n, readers sexuality is not mentioned but definitely not straight, also this is very long (not sorry)
a/n: ik i said i would be writing in order of how the poll went but fuck yall, i wanted to write for Nick and i'm impatient sooo
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you were the first person Nick came out to, despite being scared of coming out to "straight" men, he had always felt comfortable around you.
the safety he felt with you amplified on a ten fold when you immediately accepted him with no questions asked.
hearing that your best friend liked men had you feeling fuzzy and warm, the source of the sensation confusing you deeply
as if you weren't already intertwined within each others lives, you started hanging out even more due to the new found trust, supporting Nick from the sidelines with a massive smile when he got around to telling his parents and brothers
he confided in you about how much better he felt afterwards, somehow waking up the next morning with all your limbs entangled, the TV screen bobbing around the 'no signal' logo, and a random stiffness between your legs
safe to say you quickly shifted away from your still sleeping bestfriend and into the bathroom to take care of your evident issue, images of Nick flashing through your mind to aid your release, all of him in quite compromising situations. if it wasn't for your predicament, you would feel perverted yet you were currently too desperate to care.
the swift movement of your fist against your stiff cock had obscene wet noises filling the small space of the bathroom, only fueling your passionate movements as you threw your head back, imagining your hand to be Nick's mouth, his plump lips wrapped around your ruddy tip as you harshly tug on his hair, his name spilling out of your own mouth like a softly spoken mantra
the shame only sunk in after you'd cum, which was a lot quicker than you'd like to admit.
to make up for your perverted actions, you settled on making Nick breakfast for when he woke up, claiming it to be an innocent gesture since you "just so happened to wake up early"
(un)fortunately for you, Nick saw right through your antics, and would be lying if he said he hadn't woken up to the sound of you moaning his name in the adjacent bathroom.
he'd be an even bigger liar if he said he hadn't quietly palmed his own cock to the obscene sounds under the covers of his bed.
the whole scenario confused the hell out of Nick, yes he liked men, but he had never seen you in that light, you were always his closest and dearest friend so to admit that he'd never been as turned on in his life from the noises you were making perplexed him deeply.
the few weeks following the ordeal had Nick almost certain you were trying to take him out. it wasn't unheard of for you to sleepover at the triplets house, residing in their home more than your own. so Nick wasn't shocked by you walking into the kitchen with messy hair and a big yawn, rubbing sleep out of your eye before sending him a smile.
he assumed you'd slept in either Matt or Chris' room, either would mean that there wasn't actually much sleeping involved, and instead you'd be up entertaining their wild theories and ideas.
but what did shock him however, was the fact you were prancing around the kitchen with no shirt, and pajama pants hung low on your hips, a small trail of hair leading down to the waistband of your pants, with your sculpted v line on full display.
the image swarmed Nicks mind as he tugged furiously on his own cock later that day, entranced with the mental picture. oh how he wished the waistband had just hung a little lower, exposing exactly what had his mouth currently salivating. just from the outline of your bulge in almost any pants, he had deducted that it was big.
multiple other mental images from the past few weeks clouded his already fuzzy mind, the image of you manspreading while adjusting the position of your hips to get comfortable, the image of your favourite compression shirt and how it framed your biceps so deliciously it made Nick want to desperately grip them for leverage as he lay beneath you, entirely at your mercy. or the image of you in your cropped tank top, with your jeans sat lowly on your hips exposing your boxers waistband, your belt the only thing preventing them from falling down.
said outfit was Nick's favourite, practically transforming him into a ravenous feral animal, it made him want to obliterate you, see you begging and whining from his touch, salty tears streaming down your face as you begged him to let you cum
the fantasy had his eyes rolling back, his hand squeezing around his desperate cock as spurts of warm cum flooded from the tip, hitting his chest softly.
entirely ignorant to his surroundings as Nick caught his breath with his eyes still screwn shut, the delicate touch of someone's fingertips against the sticky puddle on his chest scared him to say the least
however, upon looking up to see you, with your fingers that were coated with his release situated between your lips, his worry decreased, being replaced with a hardening between his legs yet again.
it was as if Nick had died, ascended to heaven with the way your dick was making him feel not even minutes later.
he lay, on his back as he was when you walked in, with one ankle resting on your shoulder and the other wrapped around your hips as they slammed into him relentlessly, the harsh pace contradicting your soft whispers into his ear, and the gentle kisses to his neck and collarbone as your most intimate places were collided with one another.
Nick had never felt so loved and cared for when someone was being so rough with him, but you were always good at that.
you had always had a talent of making Nick feel safe and comfortable, becoming the first person he would always go to when in distress, even before his brothers.
this fact was what lead him to want to repay the favour in the morning.
waking up against your chest, awoken from your soft whimpers, the occasional slip of his name from your lips alongside the hardness beneath his thigh and he knew what was going on.
so, after awaking you from your evidently pleasant dream by landing soft kisses over your jaw and collarbones, he was now the one thrusting into you, his calloused hand stroking your cock with fervor which had your eyes transcending to the back of your head and your back arching so much that your chest was flush against Nick's.
suffice to say, the conversation following cleared up and curiosities, answered the unanswered questions and secured you a boyfriend.
dating someone you'd grown up alongside and seen every phase of their life, not having to adjust and slowly get comfortable with was an astounding feeling.
and if it wasn't clear that Nick was affectionate when you were bestfriends, it sure was now.
before even telling his brothers or anyone for that matter, he would always be subtly connected with you in some way.
connecting your pinkies, touching your knees under the breakfast table, holding your hand underneath a blanket during any movie nights, tugging on your sleeve when walking in public. any possible small gesture to ensure he was somehow touching you.
the way his brothers found out was one to be remembered.
Nick lay on your lap, reciting his day to you as you softly run your fingers through his hair, your unoccupied hand laying gently on his abdomen as his own hands flail in the air, emphasising the words of his narration.
of course, you wanted to know all about his day, you cared to know the little details.. but, as of now, it was impossible to concentrate on his words, your eyes lingering on his soft lips under the light of the small bedroom lamp. he looked so perfect and so kissable... so you did, leaning down and gently connecting your lips, interrupting his trail of thought.
which was probably, definitely a bad time for Chris and Matt to barge in, Chris trying to desperately urge Nick to leave his room so Matt could take them to all get food, before his yes land on his brother... and best friend
without a second thought, Chris immediately corrects his prior statement, "nevermind, Matt is taking me, you and y/n to get food. cmon! i'm starving!"
Nick immediately sits up, a flushed grin on his face before you both burst into hysterics, exiting his room and making your way into the car.
the car ride wasn't nearly as awkward as you had both anticipated, neither Chris or Matt questioning what they walked in on before Chris spoke up
"okay, so i won't lie i'm a little shocked and tell me to fuck off if this is a bit too nosy but are you like.. gay? bi?"
his question had you giggling in the backseat as he looks at you in the rearview mirror, awaiting an answer. "i don't know dude, i just like what i like"
your response forces a smile out of Nick, his cheeks pink as he looks at you lovingly.
"and you like our brother?" he asks, almost threatening you as if you hadn't been friends practically your whole life. his hostility had Matt shaking his head in disbelief, smiling nontheless.
"yes Chris, i like your brother"
upon hearing that, it was now Matt's turn to look at you through the rearview mirror, offering a small smile as he witnesses you take his older brothers hand gently into your own.
the months and weeks following went brilliantly, yours and Nick's relationship blossoming into one that had promises for the future. and, it helped you didn't have to earn his brothers' approval. they knew you genuinely liked Nick, and they were more than content seeing how happy you made him.
of course, there had to be some... moments that would inevitable occur in your otherwise smooth relationship, such as when Chris or Matt would turn their heads to the to of you only to see you both in the midst of a makeout session, earning a pillow chucked at your heads.
and then there were the comments from Chris, that were either incredibly disturbing or so stupid they were hilarious.
"it's like seeing my two brothers making out"
"not that i didn't already consider you my brother, but if you and Nick got married then you literally would be!"
"oh fuck me, four brothers???"
Nick was the first of the pair of you to say "i love you", the words slipping from his lips on the journey back after getting his wisdom teeth removed. your boyfriend looked at you with a dopey and evidently drugged-up smile, his eyes swarming with adoration as his words slur and mash together.
your response has his smile growing even wider, almost splitting his cheeks, causing a silly giggle escape his throat.
"i love you too, sweet boy"
too entranced in smiling widely at your adorable boyfriend, you completely missed the way Chris grumpily shoved a $100 dollar bill in Matt's palm, Matt sat with a cocky grin.
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i think it's a common perception of really big multifandom multimuses like my blog that we're indecisive or just don't put care into our portrayals but i actually genuinely struggle to keep my attention on one character for so long. i think if i were capable of doing that i probably would already run singlemuse blogs just for the sake of interacting more easily with people.
#well there's a lot of factors that go into WHY people treat multimuses differently. it's not like i don't understand them.#however! i was not lying before; it did used to be a big source of distress that i was incapable of actually running a singlemuse blog#and sticking to it.#because of the difference in attention. actually people at large HAVE historically placed my portrayals of muses as less valuable than#people who ran blogs for solely that muse or fandom ...#well . not that any of my current mutuals do this but it was something i noticed a lot when i WAS going out of my way to try and#participate in certain um ... other fandoms.#out of character
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Imagine DND night with the beast pirates
During one session
Queen: Alright, you idiots somehow managed to kidnap the ambassador. You have him tied up in the dank, dark, dilapidated dungeon of the old capital ruins.
King: We need to interrogate him for answers, it's clear that he's working for the necromancer, he might know where he is. I roll for intimidation, *rolls* sixteen.
Queen: *mutters,* of course that is where you go with it, pervert. *Speaks loudly,* Your intimidation is only slightly successful. The ambassador knows his life is in danger and needs to flee. However, he refuses to answer your questions. He proclaims, "I will never tell you anything, I shall be loyal to my master till my last breath!"
Kaido: *really in the character of his half-orc barbarian* that can be arranged, little man.
Queen: *rolls for him* The ambassador stutters, his voice quivering, "I just received messages from him and carried out his bidding, I don't know where he is really."
Yamato: Perception check, I'd like to see if he is lying.
Queen: you'll need a nineteen or higher, Are you sure you want to do that?
Yamato: *rolls* nat 20.
Queen: you can tell he's lying big time, you can practically smell the nervous flop sweat on this guy from across the room.
You: I can make him talk, I cast heat metal on his bones.
Queen: heat metal only works on metal, it's literally in the name of the spell. It doesn't work on bones, since they're made of calcium.
You: and calcium is a soft metal.
Queen: what's your source.
You: *came prepared to dispute this because you've been looking for an excuse to use this knowledge for evil. You pulled out an advanced chemistry textbook with the page bookmarked and the section highlighted, and handed it to him.* Read it and weep.
Queen: *puts on his reading glasses to read it* ... Dear god, okay, you cast heat metal, roll a d10 for me.
You: *rolls* 8
Queen: and with a plus three modifiers... you heat his bones until he's screaming. The ambassador lasts only thirty seconds before he reveals that the wizard necromancer, Typhus the Terrible, lives in the glittering palace deep in the inky caverns of Roptian, which is guarded by the onyx dragon.
Sasaki: yer kind of scary sometimes.
You: thank you.
At another session
Queen: okay, you enter the throne room, and the evil wizard is lounging on the glittering throne, Typhus the Terrible.
King: I roll for initiative *rolls dice*
Queen: critical fail, your fighter is dead.
Kaido: *rolls for attack* critical fail.. Hmm, I hate this game.
Queen: you are also dead, (y/n), you are the only one left with any spell slots or turns left. What are you gonna do?
You: ... I would like to cast summon water
King: there goes that campaign.
Queen: that spell lets you fill a space with water, are you sure that's what you want to do.
You: yes
Queen: the room fills with water
You: I didn't cast it in the room.
Queen: where then did you cast it?
You: inside the wizard's skull.
The whole room: *horrified*
Queen: you can't do that
You: the spell specifies that it fills a space, and a skull cavity is a space. And you let me fill the chest down the hall with water, why not this dude's head?
Queen: ugh, hang on a minute, I need to figure out the damage.... You killed the boss... You flooded his brain with so much water, that his skull exploded.
King: that's the most messed up thing I've ever heard.
Kaido: *mutters* we've done worse.
You: you should be very glad I don't have a devil fruit
King: I'm starting to see that now, thank you.
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Keys guide to scam spotting (v2)
Hi! I’m Key (Or Jess depending on which blog you know me from) and I’ll be telling you some better information and detail on how to spot a scam account be it a pet scam or a donation scam. All information is based on my own experiences and I’ll try to keep this post accessible so the only big text is the title. This information should help in understanding how these scams work and how to spot them without having to do too much work. As always, if you appreciate what I do and want to show it, sharing these info posts helps other users see it and learn about blogs that might send them asks.
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What is a donation scam? - A donation scam is when someone is being deceptive to get money by claiming they need mutual aid or support. For example, they are using the story from someone else’s fundraising post in order to get donations and won’t tell anyone their lying. This is called a donation scam. While the story may be legitimate, it is a story stolen off someone else and means the real person isn’t getting the support they asked for because someone else is using it. These stories are often stolen off Facebook/GoFundMe or even Instagram and could come from a private account or group so searching wouldn’t come up with a source. The images may also be stolen from somewhere else too.
How do you spot a donation scam? - Donation scams are usually easily spotted if you take a closer look at the information being given. Stolen stories will often have certain parts removed and replaced with the information the scammer added themselves. Sometimes the post may be composed of two different parts and won’t sound right if you pay close attention. For example, part of the story sounds fine but then the second part of the story seems out of place and doesn’t match up with the beginning. Another thing to check is how old the account is and if you have timestamps on you can see if an older post is backdated. You can also check to see if the account has tagged certain blogs in their post though this isn’t always a sign of a scam.
What is post backdating? - Post backdating is changing the dates of a reblogged post to look older then it really is. While this can be used with good intentions, scammers often use this to trick people into thinking their account is years old or even a few months old. The one way to find this is by turning on timestamps in dashboard settings and checking ‘other notes’ in reblogs. This is the only way to see the true date something was shared. Accounts who backdate posts will often claim someone told them to do it or they’ll say they didn’t know it was bad. However, you can not accidentally backdate a post.
Did the account contact you first? - A common occurrence is that you will get scam asks if you share a popular or trending post. Usually these accounts send asks to anyone they find without care of who it is and might lie as well if you ask them how they found you. In general, a brand new account shouldn’t easily find you unless they were watching the notes of popular posts. Occasionally these new accounts will even send asks to certain accounts they shouldn’t know about unless they have seen the account before. If your DMs are closed, the ask may ask you to message them because it’s urgent but all they will do is ask for money or ask you to loan them some money.
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What is a pet donation scam? - A pet donation scam is where someone has went and looked around for vet fundraisers online and then took it for themselves by saving the images and story while erasing any links that would lead to the real pet getting support. They will then repost it to tumblr and say it’s actually their pet needing urgent care with the post title being very large and in red text for a sense of urgency. Sometimes they’ll say they can’t use GoFundMe because it has a fee or something else. This is a scam because they are not the owner of the pet and have stolen everything meaning no funds sent will be towards the actual pets care.
How do you spot a pet donation scam? - A common way of a pet donation scam is by how old the pinned post is and how many posts are reblogged on the account. Usually there is only a few posts shared and always shared around the same time and then no more. These posts all come from a trending topic, a fandom, or are popular posts. Another thing is checking the bio in Google search and seeing if it’s been took from someone else as the scammer never makes their own bio. Reverse image search their pfp to see who it really belongs to in case they stole it. Another important thing is to check their link and see if it matches up with the vet bill. Since most pictures are stolen off a private group, reverse image search won’t find them. The name they may have is likely not their real name and is stolen.
Did the account send you an ask? - Regardless of what the ask says, it usually requests you to answer it privately or message them so they can tell you thanks. These asks may have several emojis in them as well but their always just copy/pasted and sent to multiple users all at once on a daily basis. The private answer is so the ask won’t show up if someone is looking it up. If their post is public, there shouldn’t be a reason to need a private response to an ask you have sent to many people unless you are trying to hide it. Messaging these accounts is useless because they’ll lie to you when you ask them questions back or just ignore you.
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What is a fake check scam? - A fake check scam is when a generally blank account with no pfp will message you after you used certain tags and ask you if you still need help. Even if you have links to send support, these accounts will ignore that in order to ask for your personal information such as phone number or banking details. They will then offer to send you a check. This is a fake check and cashing it won’t be scamming the scammer. You will lose money instead and the scammer will already move on to someone else. Never give them your private information.
Are there any other scam types? - When you tag posts, you’ll often get messages from accounts claiming they can help you get more attention on your campaign but you have to pay them money or go off-site to contact them. These are fake support accounts and they always use stock images while pretending to be officially affiliated and act like their Digital Marketing title means their not trying to scam you. They get defensive when called out and may start insulting you when they figure out you are already aware they aren’t legitimate.
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What is a funeral donation scam? - A funeral donation scam is when an account posts saying someone has passed away but the images they used are actually took from someone else and may be photoshopped. Bills may be edited to suit their story and names may be changed to someone else’s. This isn’t a real common scam! But it’s happened a lot lately but the basics are the account will steal someone’s pictures and pass them off as theirs and when caught will say they were forced to or know it’s wrong but did it anyway.
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In closing, this is information regarding common scam types you’ll find on tumblr. It’s always suggested to pay close attention to asks you get it they fit the criteria of being sent from a scammer. Answer the asks publicly and call out the blog. The scammer may block you as a result, but it’ll help your ask be seen it someone has looked it up. I suggest never spamming asks to share your pinned aid post because unfortunately scammers do this and you shouldn’t ignore people saying to please stop spamming. Always check to see if someone is comfortable getting these kinds of asks too because it won’t look too good if you have sent them an ask when they say please don’t.
As always, not everyone asking for support is a scammer! Legitimate people are out there. It’s just unfortunate scammers have made it harder for them to get help. You can always do your own research and compare it to what others have given and come to your own conclusion.
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Kind of a dumb request but how about team DEFY + any girls you want with an s/o who somehow managed to build a mech straight out of Armored Core? Insanely maneuverable, loads of guns, can fly, etc and s/o built it in a garage with a box of scraps lol
(GFL/Genshin Impact) Task Force DEFY, Amber, Jean, Fischl, and Yoimiya's S/O building an Armored Core Mech
(Video Source: Pongsifu on YT)
Luckily for you, I have been binging Armored Core 6 for the past month, and will hop on ANY request to talk/write about anything Mecha related.
12 stared at the giant 10 meter mechanical behemoth that had suddenly made its home inside Griffin's Hangar.
(AK-12) "...We didn't always have that, right?"
The machine's chest slowly opened and revealed a cockpit containing S/O, waving hello from the seat.
Apparently, they had constructed the mech out of spare parts lying around.
(AK-12) "Impressive...But, why exactly did Griffin have that many parts lying around? And how did you find guns that big?"
On the battlefield, she watches the mech fly around at almost breakneck speed, watching them zip around and eradicate one base after the other.
Kicking tanks and shooting helicopters out of the sky, it was far more effective to watch them fight instead of having to do anything.
(AK-12) "Hm. We'll be out of a job at this rate."
94 knew this was going to happen.
T-Dolls would only last so long on the battlefield before they were replaced by the next best thing.
However, she sure as hell wasn't expecting S/O of all people to surpass her, with a mech constructed out of junk parts no less.
It was honestly awe-inspiring what humans could engineer for the sole purpose of destruction.
And it was also physically impossible. Something that size should not be quad-wielding miniguns and moving that fast.
(AN-94) "...How has your machine not collapsed from the Earth's gravity?"
94 is more confused than anything.
15 was impressed more than anything.
She knew S/O was an engineer, but to construct a mech out of the parts they had was nothing short of a miracle and logic-defying technical prowess.
(AK-15) "How does your machine constantly reload the missiles while on the field? It is the only weapon you seem to have, and no one constructed missiles that large, even during World War 3."
She can't help but wonder why DEFY was even needed if Griffin had engineers like S/O around.
Well, at least S/O was on their side.
(RPK-16) "I wonder if humanity will wipe itself out faster with these new machines."
16 is fascinated by the human desire to make machines to wipe out life faster.
Granted, Griffin usually just fought Sangvis which consisted nothing of machines, but it would only be a matter of time until everyone else had their own version of S/O's mech.
And probably not one constructed out of junk either.
(RPK-16) "I must ask, S/O. How can you be in the cockpit of that thing and not reduce yourself to jelly? Surely the G-Force alone would kill you?"
Well, it's not the first thing that humans have done that confused her.
(Angelia) "Hmph. Why did they even bother calling us if they had you here? And could you have done that this entire time?"
Angelia is impressed and annoyed.
If S/O could create a hulking machine of death before, why did they only decide to do it now?
She both dreads and admired S/O's tenacity. To make such an effective machine out of junk took a hell of a lot of elbow grease.
Angelia doesn't question it, seeing that it's working alright so far, but she definitely wants to look into upgrading it.
(Angelia) "S/O, with me. We're painting DEFY's logo on it."
(Amber) "THAT IS SO COOL!"
Amber could create Baron Bunnies with a lot of yarn, but S/O could make a machine that dwarfed Ruin Guards with some random pieces of metal!
(Amber) "You have got to teach me how to do that! And lemme ride it too!"
Amber demands to fly with S/O, even though she can't go nearly as fast as they can.
She watches as S/O wipes out entire nests of monsters before leaping away with its mantis-like legs to the next location.
Honestly, it made her feel jealous.
(Amber) "Heeey, can I ask one of those for my birthday! I bet it'll make flying around Mondstadt a breeze!"
Though as the outrider, she kindly asks S/O not to park the giant machine weighing presumably hundreds of tons in the city.
For obvious reasons.
The color on Jean's skin fades when she heard Klee helped S/O build a brand new toy.
One that put her bombs to shame.
And seeing it park itself next to the cathedral, waving hello to her as she was standing at the entrance-
She was about ready to faint.
(Jean) "S/O! Get down from there right this instant!"
Jean gives S/O and Klee an earful for making such an absolute monstrosity that could potentially damage the land and city!
But seeing it in action and fast it disposed of a Hilichurl camp, it filled her with pride and dread.
Pride for her S/O's creative ingenuity, but absolute fear for what S/O and Klee could make next.
Especially considering how fast S/O's machine moved, and the weapons it had.
Where did Klee find the gunpowder for quad-cannons mounted on it?!
(Jean) "I pray that it won't blow up the city on accident..."
(Fischl) "...WHAT?!"
Fischl completely breaks character upon seeing the giant machine staring at her.
(Fischl) "How did...Why...?! Get down from there and tell me how this mechanical monstrosity came to be!"
(Oz) "You just want to ride the machine yourself, Mein-"
(Fischl) "SILENCE!"
...But yes, she constantly nags S/O to let their Prinzessin give the machine a try.
She finds it so friggin' cool, and desperately wants one of her own, in purple!
She watches with some kind of morbid satisfaction watching S/O's machine wipe out their enemies in electrical explosions.
(Fischl) "I hereby dub your steel horse…Raven, of the 621th star!"
(Oz) "…Why 621?"
Oh, that's where all of Yoimiya's spare fireworks have been going into.
(Yoimiya) "HOLY CRAP! What on earth did you make, S/O?!"
The machine seemed like it leapt from another world!
Especially with how fast it moved, honestly she was amazed S/O wasn't vomiting their guts out as soon as they exited.
While it seemed like it would do massive damage, instead they used it for something even better.
As the machine soared above the skies of Inazuma, the cannons on the arms and shoulders fired toward the moon, the starry night exploding into hundreds of beautiful colors!
They had transformed their machine into a firework powerhouse!
And with how fast it moved, it was able to provide a show from one island to another!
(Yoimiya) "Next festival, you're letting me ride with you! I want to see the work we've done up close!"
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Stephen Glass ੈ✩‧₊˚
Blurb: You're in need of comfort
Content: This is how I think he'd react if you're crying. Fluff.
Alright, we all know this anxious, lying, whimpering mess for a man is emotional asf. Let's imagine this takes place several months after the whole scandal caused by Stephen himself, he was fired, everybody knew he fabricated Hack Heaven and most of his best articles. On top of that, his former buddies from work had decided he was practically dead to them. However, you and Stephen were sorta dating before all of this, probably had this cute dynamic where the both of you got shy whenever you were close to each other in the office which was pretty much daily, since you also worked for The New Republic.
When the scandal occurred you were the only one that stayed by his side, although you had cursed him out for being so damn stupid and irresponsible.
One day, someone from the office found out that you were in fact, dating Stephen after everything he did. And even though you were a clean reporter, always telling the truth and only using information from sources that were reliable and easily verifiable, suddenly everybody was against you too. They were accusing you of being just like Stephen, putting your credibility and reputation at risk. Which was bs because you've been part of The New Republic before Stephen even joined them. And your personal life was supposed to be that, personal. As reporters they were supposed to be unbiased, but apparently for this they weren't.
You let them investigate for two weeks, not telling Stephen about it because you knew he'd probably break down like he always did. And as much as you loved him, you weren't in the mood to deal with that just yet.
When your colleagues approached filled with shame and acknowledged you weren't lying, you had decided to quit and you did it using a rather... colourful language. Because fuck them.
Overwhelmed with everything that had happened, you got back to the shared apartment where Stephen was reading something on the computer. He wasn't allowed to report, but you had convinced him to try writing fiction, or a young adult drama, whatever he wanted really. And he listened. He happened to be really good at it too, which wasn't surprising since he had such a wonderful imagination.
You stand there, admiring your boyfriend for a few seconds. He was furrowing his brows a bit, for a moment taking off his glasses to clean them with a microfiber cloth. He happened to take good care of everything that was his-- you included. And glasses were expensive, he wasn't about to use a random shirt and risk fucking them up.
When he feels your presence he speaks, his nose almost too close to the computer as he tried reading something.
"Hi baby! Did you have a good day at work?"
You try not to, but as soon as you sniffled and his big blue eyes focused on you with panic and confusion, you began sobbing. The action was enough for Stephen to clumsily get up from the desk and stumble his way towards you.
"W-what-- why are you crying? W-w-what happened?! Baby what the hell happened?! Please talk to me" he begged, embracing you tightly. Seeing you so distraught only brought tears to his own eyes. Stephen almost immediately began rocking the two of you, wanting to calm you-- and himself. "Was it work? Was-- was it m-me...? Did I do something? Please tell me!!"
He's not the best at this, being an anxious mess with legs himself, but Stephen would do everything in his power to not freak out more than he already did when he first saw you.
He would sit with you when you begin to calm down, and as you tell him everything he'd be nodding his head. Sometimes his eyes would not meet yours, feeling ashamed because once again the mistakes that he made kept making a comeback to further damage not only his, but your life as well.
He would profusely apologize to you, and would try to not complain about how this was his fault because even when it sorta was, he was focusing on you and not himself. He would not make this about himself.
Stephen would be ten times clingier and take care of every single one of your needs. You want to change the tv? He'll do it. Want some water? He's stumbling to the fridge already. You're staring a bit too much at the chocolate on the newest add? He's putting his coat on, planning to make a trip to the store and get one. He would tell you he loves you over and over again. He'd do this almost to the point of it being annoying, but one look at his pretty blue eyes and you know he means well, that he's trying to support you the way you would do for him.
#i want a pretty bf like him fr#hayden christensen x reader#stephen glass#stephen glass x reader#stephen glass x you#fluff headcanons#hayden christensen x you#kassia writes ・☾・
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I've got one!!!!
#1 with gojo but they're grown ups and all the war (like,ij the manga) has ended and they wake up peacefully in each other's arms!!!
1: "Good Morning" Kiss
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you'd spent years so violently plagued by nightmares that you'd grown used to waking up gasping, in a cold sweat, tears falling from your face as your mind conjured horrid images- images most often torn from your memories. you'd rarely known a full night's sleep, although you were in a stage in your life where a solid eight hours was much needed to get your energy up, eight hours felt like a luxury compared to the measly rest you'd been getting.
however this morning, you wake up with sun shining over your face. you squint against the light as you stir from your sleep, stretching your legs, and then your arms, while trying to keep the morning sun from penetrating your eyelids. but it was no use, you were awake now. your limbs fall back to the mattress with a soft sigh from you. staying in bed just seemed so good today. the matress felt extra cozy, and the sheets were warm tangled around you.
you realize they're tucked perfectly around you, and you turn your head to find the other side of the bed is empty.
odd, you think. he's never up before me. and when he wakes up before me, he always wakes me up.
there's a slight furrow in your brow as you sit up, trying to rack your brain for some kind of plan or appointment that he could've had this morning. nothing comes to mind.
it's then that a familiar smell wafts by your nose, and you notice the door to your bedroom is ajar.
bacon.
with a grin and newfound energy, you slide out of bed, tugging down the material of the oversized shirt that had ridden up on your hips.
the man was a giant, nothing would ever fit properly on you. but he liked it that way, and to be honest, so did you.
your feet pad softly down the stairs but with great swiftness. when you finally round the corner to the source of the delicious smell, you grin.
satoru's back is to you as he's dancing around to the quiet music playing from his phone. you can see he's pushing the bacon around in the oiled pan with a pair of tongs, and much to your delight he's shirtless. although you can see the strings of an apron tied around his back. it was most certainly a sight you could get used to.
"you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna c'mere and say good morning?"
he doesn't even look over his shoulder at you, but he doesn't have to. he'd recognize your presence in a crowded room with a blindfold on. (which he has)
you make your way into the kitchen and smile when he finally does turn to look at you. just as he leans down to kiss you hello, you're laughing.
"when the hell did you buy that?" you snort, and he follows your line of sight to the apron he's wearing.
kiss the cook, it reads, with a big red lipstick stain under the text.
"it's a classic!" he declared with a proud grin. "i got it as soon as you moved in!"
you're still laughing, though satoru thinks you're laughing at him, and not at the comical apron.
"you don't like it?" he pouts, and you smile up at him as you wrap your arms around his waist, leaning your chest into his.
"no no, i love it,"
you're lying, you really just think it's sexy of him to wear the apron and just the apron, but truthfully, satoru's more than fine with that.
"good morning, satoru" you finally tell him, and he gazes at you fondly as you tip your head back to look up at him properly.
you're so cute in the mornings, with your sleepy eyes and disheveled hair, and his shirt that hangs off of you so perfectly for your bare legs to be on display for him.
it's been a year of mornings like this now, and still, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. but he's okay with being pleasantly surprised, every morning, to have you here with him, smiling because you didn't have a care in the world, smiling because you'd had another full night of sleep, smiling because he's with you and you're with him and you're here, safe, together, and it was going to be like this for the rest of your lives.
every morning gojo satoru woke up pleasantly surprised to have this happily ever after he'd never thought possible.
so with you hugging onto him now, he can't help but lean down and press a kiss to your lips- even though the pancakes he's made are going cold and the bacon he's frying is getting too crispy for either of your liking- he drops the tongs and cups your face in his hands as he kisses you longingly, deeply, pouring all of the love and happiness he held for you right into your mouth. he only hopes you feel at least an ounce of it.
you smile against his lips, and when he pulls away you steal one more chaste, sweet kiss, before you let him stand back to his full height, the two of you smiling at each other like a couple of lovesick idiots. (which you were)
"g'morning sweetheart"
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a/n: i'm not caught up in the manga rn i'm stalling bc i don't want to hurt i want to live in my fantasy world where everyone is happy >.<
xoxo ~ jordie
#gojo satoru x reader#satoru brainrot#gojo satoru#satoru gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru x reader fluff#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#gojo satoru imagine#jjk imagine#jujutsu kaisen imagine
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Daddy's Girl 🐺
Nyx/Kotori
Summary: After her father kicks her out of the house, Nyx struggles with the reality that nobody is left to take care of her. Though she feels so lonely, one member of the vampire coven is willing to step up and give her exactly what she needs~
It is with great honor that I announce my first fic for the book Shadows of the Night by the truly talented @charlizekkelly! She truly knocked it out of the park and it was such a privilege getting to read her story before it was made available to the rest of the public. I can't wait to make more in the future. Please support her work and get Shadows of the Night in either physical form or on an app.
Warnings: N.S.F.T./Smut/18+ Readers Only, Being kicked out, depression, hurt/comfort, daddy issues, seduction, vampire/human relationship, mention of prior sexual experience, soft Dom, Daddy Kink, Language Kink (Spanish), vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise, thigh riding, light spanking, overstimulation, aftercare
Life was going to be a whole lot lonelier for Nyx. She wasn't expecting her father to act like this. To see her as nothing more than a stranger and kick her out of the place she was starting to call home.
How cruel could a man be to let his own daughter fend for herself on the streets of Celacali? To dismiss the love and care he'd given her for nineteen years just because she found sympathy for the men he called monsters. It broke her heart into a million pieces, even if she hadn't shown it when she left.
So here she was. Bunking with vampires in a cave by the ocean. A mess of blankets and pillows to act as a makeshift nest to keep her safe on the chilly night. For the past hour, she had sobbed into her pillow, wishing and longing for her father. Hoping to wake up and have it all be one bad dream. The only source of comfort she had was her faithful little pup. Feeling Ares nuzzle against her was at least one thing to be grateful for.
However, she'd soon find that there was another creature that would comfort her.
"Kleintje?"
Nyx's head shot up from the random pillow she had stained with tears. She knew who it was before she even looked in the direction of the voice. Kotori's special nickname had grown on her, despite the teasing nature of it. Kotori used it with a gentleness she wasn't used to.
She hastily wiped her tears away, clearing her eyes to gaze at the dark-haired man in the doorway of her room.
"H-Hey, Kotori," she greeted him, fighting back the tenderness in her throat. "What's up?"
He wasn't buying her casual act. Not by a long shot. He kept his dark eyes focused on her as he let himself in. Ares hopped off of the bed, skittering out of the room to make way for the towering man. Nyx was hit with an extra wave of vulnerability without her warrior dog. She brought the pillow up to her chest, acting as a makeshift shield between her and Kotori.
"What's up is that you're clearly not taking this thing well."
She couldn't help but let out a snort at that. Captain Obvious must have been Kotori's nickname.
"Well, yeah, I don't know too many people who do a backflip at the idea of getting thrown out of their house."
Even if she was masking her tone with sarcasm and wit, Nyx wasn't feeling like herself at all. She was scared. Lonely. Longing for the dad that comforted her after nightmares when she was a little girl.
"You don't have to do that, you know."
"Do what?"
"Pretend to be brave. Strong. Act like you're okay."
Nyx's stomach flipped at that. Not only was Kotori coaxing her into letting her guard down, but his voice was so deep and smooth as he said it, she was practically shivering. She'd be lying if she said that darkness in Kotori's being wasn't something she found attractive.
Because with him towering over her even while sitting down, it certainly did things to her.
"I'm fine!" she insisted. "This isn't a big deal. I'm a grown-ass woman. I can take care of myself!"
"Nyx," Kotori said, firm but gentle in tone. "It doesn't have to be that way, y'know. It's okay if you need someone to take care of you."
She opened her mouth to speak, yet found the voice silenced by the intimidation of Kotori moving closer to her. With the intensity of his gaze still set on her, he began to shrug off his jacket, revealing the rest of the body he didn't like to have covered.
Nyx didn't know for certain what he was planning here, but she found that the racing of her heart and the flush of her face showed that she didn't care.
"I could take care of you, kleintje," he cooed, reaching out to caress her cheek. The coolness of his skin was a delight on her feverish body. "I like caring for others. I know I can come off as big and scary, but it makes me feel so good when I can make the guys feel safe and loved."
The human girl sighed softly, nuzzling her face into his huge palm. He was so tender with her. Far more than anyone else had been.
Kotori was even more cautious with the rest of her body. His other arm wrapped around her lower back, acting as an aid while he guided her down onto her back. The soft fabric of blankets kept her nice and cushioned as she relaxed on top of the bed.
Though he completely dwarfed her in size, she didn't feel any less than safe.
"I don't think you're scary, Kotori."
"Then how about it?" he whispered, tucking a shiny, brown curl behind her ear. "Would you allow me to take care of you? Take over what Aziel has failed to do for a liefje such as you?"
Nyx felt like the whole world around her was growing fuzzy. She thought back to the night she and Kade had sex in the abandoned store. How passionate and giving of a lover he was. It had made her quite curious as to what the other boys could do.
Being under Kotori like this made her mind race with lustful ideas. The way he tilted his head and studied her face made it very clear to her that he was reading those thoughts loud and clear.
"Oh, K-Kotori," she stuttered. "I feel like that's a lot of pressure."
"How so?"
Though Nyx found it easy to be her usual, sassy self around the boys, it wasn't so easy to let her guard down and be more vulnerable. With Kotori being a top contender for most intimidating of the vampires, she wasn't sure how to express her thoughts.
Still, it couldn't hurt to try.
"Well, I'm not exactly low maintenance," Nyx explained. "I know I can be very stubborn."
"That's no issue to me," Kotori assured her. He leaned in closer, deep brown eyes staring down at her. "I think you and I both know I can handle rowdy little things half my size~"
Nyx's face burned hot at that statement. That, and his muscled chest was starting to push against her body, ultimately pressing her down further onto the bed.
"I…um…still want to be human…s-so you're gonna have to feed me takeout every night!"
"Whatever you want, sweetheart. I don't mind."
"Well…there's clearly the father issues that I'll have to deal with on a therapeutic level…"
Kotori snickered at that. His breath felt warm on her skin, causing Nyx to shiver from the sensation. Her head was spinning and her heart was fluttering.
"Who needs a father when you can have a daddy~?"
God, that got her panties nice and wet.
Nyx didn't want to fight her attraction to Kotori any longer. Clearly, he wanted her, and who was she to deny such desire? She wanted him; he wanted her. There was nothing left to discuss.
The dark-haired man pulled her in for a kiss, moaning as their lips moved together in their passionate embrace. Nyx's arms found their way around his neck, holding on nice and tight while fingers slipped through silky locks. Kotori was all too eager to touch her, running calloused hands over her back and hips.
While he grabbed at her pants to help guide them downward, Kotori released her lips in order to move to her neck.
"I had a feeling you would taste wonderful, Kleintje."
"Heh…is that all you know to c-call me?" Nyx asked playfully. Her voice stuttered when Kotori peppered his kisses across the pulse point of her neck. No doubt her rising heart rate enticed him.
"Well, I'm skilled in many languages besides my mother tongue~" he explained before gliding his tongue over her exposed skin.
Nyx wiggled and whined underneath the tall man, feeling extra squirmy in the best way possible.
"What else do you know?"
"Italiano, Zhōngwén, Deutsch, Português, Español…"
Perhaps it was a coincidence that Kotori mentioned the last language before nuzzling over a particularly sensitive spot on her throat, causing her to moan a bit louder for him. Or maybe it had something to do with a teenage crush she had on her Spanish teacher back in her school days.
Either way, Kotori was delighted to hear such beautiful noises come from the little human.
"Ah, te gusta más el español, mamácita?"
"K-Kotori don't be such a tease."
"No no. No soy 'Kotori'. Llámame…papí~"
Nyx found herself face to face with the vampire once again as he released her from the touch of his kisses. His deep, dark brown eyes drew her in, casting a spell of some sort and making her head go extra fuzzy. All the while, his hand was snaking down into her underwear, thick fingers traveling to the source of her heat.
He could see just the kind of effect he had on her. The way she melted from his intense, passionate gaze. He craved more of her.
"Dilo, querida~"
"...Please….Papi"
Who was he to deny such a sweet thing like her?
Kotori's fingers danced over Nyx's clit and massaged her labia, working together at a perfect pace for maximum pleasure. The human girl's head fell backwards and her eyes fluttered shut, showing how overwhelmed she was already feeling by the pleasure. It amused the vampire to no end.
“F-Fuck!” Nyx mewled, squirming underneath Kotori. Of course, she couldn't move around too much because the hand that didn't tease her womanhood was currently pinning her wrists above her head. With palms and fingers as big as his, it was no challenge to hold both of them together with ease.
“Tu eres muy bellisima, cariña~” Kotori whispered as he moved at a faster pace for her. “Qué lindos sonidos haces”.
Nyx could only understand bits and pieces of what Kotori was saying to her, but even with the language barrier, his voice was enough for her to soak his fingers with her juices.
She would never deny how breathtakingly sexy he was. With a major height difference, a firm body of muscles always on display, and a handsome face that would make anyone swoon, it could easily label Kotori the most attractive of the group.
But it wasn't just the looks for her. There was somewhat of a “gentle giant” persona to him. Something that would make certain you were safe and sound. Far away from any threat or danger. The idea of being cared for by Kotori made Nyx's heart pound faster in her chest.
That, and the way he was massaging her pussy.
“Please, P-Papi! Oooh~” she whined, her legs shaking as he coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. He groaned lustfully in her ear as he enjoyed his own rush of arousal. He had found Nyx to be quite the attractive young woman. So full of fire and passion. A beautiful body and the face of a goddess. Such a lovely creature needed this kind of attention every night.
“Por favor mi amor, dame todo~”
Nyx’s hands were trembling under Kotori’s grasp. Her hips and legs were jolting forward, reacting to the pure ecstasy that the vampire granted the little human girl. He was all too amused by her ‘dance’ underneath him, smiling proudly down at her as she cried out.
“F-Fuck!! FUCK! Ooooh~!!”
Even as the waves of orgasm began to fade away, Nyx continued to feel the effect of Kotori on her body. Heavy breaths rushed in and out of her lungs while her pouty lips remained open from surprise. He truly had made a mess of her, and it was plain to see that he was thoroughly enjoying every second of it. She would have made a sassy comment about feeling proud of himself if she wasn’t so dizzy from her afterglow.
“Woah….fuck….Kotori…~”
“No no, cariña,” he tsked. “Yo no estoy terminado contigo~”
“S-Sorry…what did you s-”
Before the brunette girl could even finish getting her question out, she was swiftly moved into a brand new position, stunning her back to reality. In a mere half second, Kotori had managed to flip both of them, so their positions were swapped. Now he was lying back comfortably on the bed with Nyx perched right over him.
“What the hell are y-”
“Cállate,” he interrupted again, bringing a massive hand over her bare butt. She let out a squeak from the sensation. It hadn’t hurt too badly, but it certainly gave her a shock. “Be a good girl for me, Nyx. Daddy’s good girl, okay~?”
His hands glided over her soft skin before taking hold of her legs, nudging them further apart so that each one would be on either side of his own leg. Her pretty eyes widened when the realization hit her. Kotori wanted her to ride his thigh. If she wasn’t hot and bothered already, she certainly was now.
The dark-haired man gazed up at her with a look of both desire and mischievousness. He may have been a centuries-old vampire, but he never got tired of having a beautiful lover on top of him. Of course, no other human could ever compare to someone like Nyx. If it weren’t for his brothers, he would happily keep her all to himself.
“Move that sexy body for me, baby~”
Nyx’s breath shuddered, her cheeks growing warm again. She did as she was told, nodding before grinding her hips against him. The leg underneath the denim jeans felt strong and muscular, giving her plenty to work with. Her poor, aching cunt was already quite sensitive from his fingering. Now he had her whimpering and humping his leg like some kind of pup in heat.
But Kotori was not unkind to her. Far from it. He kept a careful hold on her hips, guiding her to do what he wanted. When she followed his lead, he was more than happy to praise her.
“There you go. Atta fucking girl~” he growled, thoroughly turned on by her display. “All you have to do from now on is let Daddy take care of you, sweet girl. You do as you're told, and I’ll spoil you little a pretty little princess~”
Nyx couldn’t even think straight at that point. With each bump against Kotori, a wave of pleasure hit her right in between her legs. She was dripping wet for him. The sweet juices of her pussy were creating a small wet patch on the fabric of his jeans. It was something that brought great pride to his ego. That, and the moans she let out for him as she rode him.
“Aah! Oooh my god…D-Daddy~” she cooed. Her hips were bucking faster now, showing off the aching desire she had for more friction. Each time she bumped up against his thigh, she was already impatient to do it again.
Kotori was the perfect guide for her grinding. He never once removed his hands from her body or took his eyes off of her. Every beautiful sigh and moan she let out was more than enough to keep his attention.
She deserves this, he thought to himself. I’m never going to let her go back to that terrible home. She’s all mine.
It didn’t take much longer for Nyx to hit that sweet rush of dopamine again. Kotori was more than capable of making her feel good, and if she wasn’t hooked on him already, then cumming while straddling his thigh certainly did.
The poor girl was shaking like a leaf, overcome by the lingering jolts of pleasure rushing through her body. She couldn’t even scream out Kotori’s name, she was so overwhelmed. All she could do was let out a quiet whimper before collapsing down on his chest. A soft yet deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, showing off how amused he was by her behavior.
“There’s my good girl,” he cooed, wrapping his strong arms around her figure. Nyx, in her delirious state, found herself eagerly cuddling against Kotori. She let out a sigh before allowing her eyes to shut. He really had worn her out.
While the vampire whispered sweet nothings to her and stroked her back carefully, she felt the pull of sleep take over her mind. The terrible day had been forgotten now, replaced by the sweet words of Kotori.
“Don’t fret, Kleintje. Daddy’s gonna be the one to take care of you from now on~”
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Translations
Spanish
te gusta más el español, mamácita? = You like Spanish most, hot mama?
No soy 'Kotori'. Llámame…papí~ = I'm not 'Kotori'. Call me... Daddy~
Dilo, querida = Say it, darling
Tu eres muy bellisima, cariña. Qué lindos sonidos haces. = You are very beautiful, darling. What pretty sounds you make.
Por favor mi amor, dame todo = Please my love, give me everything
Yo no estoy terminado contigo = I'm not done with you
Cállate = Shut up
Dutch
Kleintje = Little one/Shorty
Liefje = Dearie/Cutie
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𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜 ~𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂: ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖~
Hello, hello! I am so excited to finally share my little story with you. I hope you have fun reading!
Summary: Chiyo is ordered to pack her things and start living in the human world.
Word Count: 1923
„Close your eyes,” the boy said.
She closed them and felt something cold touch her neck. After he moved away from her, she opened her eyes again and looked down. An amber pendant was now hanging around her neck.
The girl looked at the boy, a curious look on her face. She wondered what this was about, there was no special occasion for him to be giving her presents.
“It reminded me of you.”
He wasn’t very talkative by nature, more so if it came to showing his emotions. But the stone from the pendant radiated the same warmth he felt whenever he was around her. Mesmerized he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way she looked at him when she smiled. Her eyes were almost sparkling and emitted the same kind of warmth.
Only for him, his everlasting spark.
Chiyo was lying in bed, doing nothing except staring at the ceiling. She turned her head when she heard a quiet thump against her window. A big moth had flown against the glass, trying to get to the only available source of light, the candle by her bedside. There weren’t that many lights on at this hour and she didn’t really need one either. However, she still liked to have it around. It was weirdly comforting.
She stood up from her bed. The floor was cold against her bare feet as she made her way over to the big window. The moth flew inside when she opened it.
Then she caught it with both her hands.
She observed the struggling insect as she held it by its wings. They were so delicate, so easy to destroy, if she wanted to.
“You poor thing…” she said quietly, her delicate pale fingers slowly tearing through the wings until she ripped them off completely before throwing the creature into the flame.
Earlier that day she found out her father was sending her to that house. Ever since she heard that, her mood began spiraling downwards gradually. She didn’t want to see him again, yet alone live under the same roof as him and his brothers!
She overheard the servants talking that it was by direct orders of none other than King Karlheinz himself. She respected the Vampire King, of course, but she felt that her father was a bit too eager to please him. He was obsessed with trying to be favored by the King. Why? She had no idea, they were relatively wealthy, or at least had a high enough standing at court to be part of all the important festivities and high enough for her to be able to casually get to know his sons even though she was only half a Vampire.
Being able to get to know the King’s sons also meant she knew how horrible they could be, and she worried about the reason she was told to go live with them. She never found out why. Of course, she had tried to fight back against her father, but he only chastised her with a hard slap to her face, telling her how much of a spoiled brat she was. Her cheek still hurt where his ring-clad finger had hit her.
One of the things she learned years ago though, was that the King never did something without reason. The brothers would also often comment on how their father used people as pawns. Like a very elaborate game of human-sized 3D chess. So there was definitely some sort of reason that he wanted her there and it would be very beneficial for her to find out why. She doubted any of his kids would know and there was very little time before her departure. Chiyo disliked that.
She did hear about the sacrificial brides that were sent to the Sakamaki sons every so often, and she also heard about their tragic fates. Surely, they wouldn’t be interested in sacrificing one of their own. Then again, she hardly was recognized as one of them anyway. Vampire society made it painfully clear it didn’t like her ever since she first stepped into court as a young girl.
“God, I hate this.”
Too bad God didn’t exist.
She was sitting inside a black, fancy car. She didn’t care enough to know what brand it was; a car was a car. All she knew was that it was black and shiny and that she did not like the smell of the leather seats. She preferred the carriages from the demon world, but she realized they might be seen as a bit outdated in 21st century Japan.
She had visited their mansion in Japan once when they freshly moved in there. She wasn’t sure how many years ago that was, her sense of time betraying her since she spent most of her day-to-day life in the demon world.
The house looked bigger than she remembered. The sun was already setting when she arrived. The familiar that drove the car also carried her luggage inside the house, but soon enough she was left alone in the empty hallway.
It didn’t seem like there was anybody at home right now. While she did not expect a welcoming wagon and flowers upon her arrival, this was disappointing. She felt so out of place. Business as usual.
She crossed her arms and huffed, sitting back against one of the velvet sofas.
After what felt like an eternity, she heard the door from the main entrance open.
“Huh? Do you smell that as well? Someone’s here.” She heard the distant voice say. Did that mean they weren’t aware of her arrival?
“Oh? It looks like Chiyo from the Himura estate decided to pay us a visit.”
Tall, dark hair, and this way of articulating himself.
“Reiji,” she said. She knew nobody else that was so stuck up in their way of speaking.
“Chirin, what are you doing here? Did you miss us?”
She looked at them in disbelief. They really didn’t know!
“What is that disgusting half-breed doing in our house?” This angelic tone could only belong to that brat, Kanato.
“What do you mean, what am I doing here? Direct orders from your father,” she said.
Everyone was visibly confused, the question of ‘why’ hanging between them heavily. She couldn’t answer even if she wanted to.
Their gazes shifted to the oldest when he entered the room. Shuu seemed like he was going to just try and escape everyone, using the flight of stairs, hadn’t he been discovered by his siblings before he managed to.
He stared at the group lazily before shifting his gaze to Chiyo for a moment. He frowned slightly at the sight of her.
“Right…he mentioned something like that, but it was too troublesome to pay attention to the details,” he said and made his way through the carefully stacked suitcases, knocking some of them over in the process. His younger brother sighed exasperatedly, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I apologize. It seems there has been some miscommunication here, so we weren’t able to prepare for your arrival. We do actually have another guest staying here at the moment.”
Another guest?
It turned out, in the time she hadn’t seen the odd family, a few things had changed in that household.
Kanato successfully expanded his wax doll collection for one.
The other thing was their long-term guest that went by the name Yui Komori, who was painfully human. How she survived for so long, Chiyo had no clue, but she either had enough wits to escape blood-loss for months, or there was something else special about her. Both would be equally impressive. The rumors about the unfortunate young girls being sent to the Sakamakis in the human world turned out to be true and Chiyo assumed most of the vampires running their mouths were jealous of the free meals that such an arrangement implied.
Reiji arranged so that a room on the upper floor was prepared for her as soon as possible. It was far away from the triplets but dangerously close to Shuu. Seeing as her stay in this house had been marked as indefinite, she would have preferred it to be as far away from him as possible.
Chiyo groaned as she threw the last one of her suitcases open. Unpacking was never a favorite of hers. She blew at one of the strands of hair that came loose to get it out of her face.
She wanted to go home!
The helplessness of her situation annoyed her. At least the rooms came with big closets, so she could fit all of her dresses.
“Huh… how did that get in here?”
An amber necklace was between the fancy fabrics of her favorite clothes. She hadn’t seen this piece of jewelry for many years, and she had no idea how in the world it could have made its way inside her suitcase. She didn’t recall putting it in any dress pockets but maybe she did and just forgot about it.
She took it out and let it dangle in front of her face. The big stone glowed as warm as ever, as if it were new. But it wasn’t. It was as old and outdated as the feelings associated with it.
It reminded me of you.
She threw the necklace away. It landed between the pillows on her bed.
What a jerk.
“I can’t believe you simply ‘forgot’ something important like this. Do you not listen to our father at all?” Reiji asked. He was pacing around the living room, complaining as per usual.
Shuu was sprawled out on one of the couches, one earbud inside his ear so at least it looked like he was listening to his brother. Yes, he had been listening to what their father told him, but he simply decided to ignore the fact that this woman was going to live with them for who knows how long. Besides, that guy hadn’t specified that he wanted Shuu to relay this information to anyone else.
“It would have saved me a lot of trouble had you just told me she was arriving, but no, you choose to make running this household even more difficult. If you do not want any responsibility even though you are the eldest, then at least try to not make it any more complicated for me.”
The track on Shuu’s MP3 player ended and a new one began playing. Chopin.
He tried to focus on that instead of Reiji’s irritating voice.
“Are you done complaining?” he asked finally.
What use was there getting worked up about this after the fact? She arrived here fine and alive anyway. She had a room and was probably arranging her perfume bottles or something pointless like that.
“Good grief,” Reiji said, “there really is no point in trying to talk any sense into you.”
“Exactly, so you can leave me alone now and do something more worthy of your time.”
Reiji scoffed and left shortly after.
That woman was already getting under his skin. He was irritated and not even his favorite music could help calm him down. Shuu had done his best to erase the memories he had of her. Up until now he had the impression of having done a good job. Clearly that was not the case at all, when as much as looking at her almost made him lose his cool. Even now he could feel her presence, her scent already clinging to the furniture in the room. How terribly troublesome.
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How did Leo and Usagi have Jotaro? Was it by magical means? Did Draxum help? Is it based on the headcanon of Leo being trans?
I didn't knew there was a Headcanon of that!! How?? (just curious)
Getting back to the question. As I said in other ask. I have two different ideas. The first one is with Draxum. And the other is a most ambiguous process. Involving more of the folkloric idea of how Yokai are actually born.
Here: comic - 1st idea - 千
The first has a better structure in the Canon of the series. But personally,I like the second. Let me elaborate:
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Yokai where believed to rise from different, big power sources. Some of them were born by chaotic natural disasters, for being old, or for the dark inside them. The are of course also the ones that had a natural birth. And the ones that interest us; the originated of strong feelings like sadness, happiness or yearning.
It all started a few years after the boys' wedding.
Leo got into the habit of visiting his husband at the dojo left to him by his master in the Hidden City. It was something he did usually when feeling overwhelmed. Nevertheless, that day was different.
As he was arriving to the entrance of the building, the ninja soon realized he had found Usagi in the middle of a lesson. Trying not to interrupt, he hides behind the door. Using his stealth to remain unnoticed while peeking through a half-open space at his Samurai, who was just now correcting the posture of the minotaur lady's daughter. Encouraging her in the process as she was clearly loosing her patience.
The turtle smiles at the sight. In his chest a filling sensation; admiring the dedication and firmness Usagi provides to his students. Little warriors who in the future will protect their kind, guided by honor and compassion.
Something else gets in the way of the warmth he feels in his plastron. A seed; a restless feeling surfaces in the form of a question. What if...?
Before the idea dares to cross his mind completely, Leo shakes his head to get rid of it, finding the disposition to go and greet his partner. Usagi sees him arrive and immediately catches the children's attention, granting them permission for a break. Round faces smile in response. Without wasting any time, running towards the door leading to the garden. Pushing each other slightly in the hope of getting out first.
Dodging as best as he can the wave of little feet, the ninja manages to reach the other side of the room and sit down on one of the zabuton cushions Usagi reserves for the parents.
"That's a lot of energy!" he exclaims with surprise. "Their parents must be grateful to you for keeping them busy." Usagi laughs lightly at the witticism and nods.
"I don't doubt it." sighs looking back at him while he busies himself with picking up the practice wooden swords that some of the children had deliberately left lying around. "Sometimes it's hard for me to get them to concentrate as well." He says this, thinking of the best way to lecture them for treating their weapons that poor way.
Amber tender eyes watch him with fascination. "You would make a good father." The thought leaves his lips unexpectedly for both of them. Leo tenses up, blushing cheeks looking for a way to rephrase the sentence and hide his slip of tongue. The rabbit, however, puts the bokkens aside and remains absorbed for a few seconds. Then he smiles.
"A father? I never thought of that before." The tone of his voice comes out so soft, candid. Listening to him sends another electric wave through the terrapin's body. Something in him urges to continue the conversation. To appreciate the unsettling and exciting possibility that both had never bothered to consider. And that he somehow longed for Usagi to approve of.
"Please, Ranger, those kids love you! There's no way they would not adore you." he blurts out that comment without daring to look directly at him. Leaning back on the tatami floor and placing his arms behind his head to use them as a pillow; waiting for his answer.
The Samurai watches him affectionately. His own cheeks and chest feeling sudden warm.
"I bet they would adore you too," the blue one eyes widened in shock. Despite he was clearly aware of where those words where aiming at, Leo couldn't help but think of a second intention in that sentence. Thinking of 'they' as their own. The feeling in his chest growing even more.
He gave a sided smile to cover his nervousness. "You think so?" His gaze wandered again. This time to look at some interesting spot somewhere on the paper wall.
Before he could even notice, his face was cradled between the soft white paws of the Samurai, who made his way through the room to be now by his side. Ruby eyes greeting him with an eclipsing glow that he has adored since the first time.
Usagi leans over the turtle's face and kisses his temple. "With my soul." He mutters.
At that moment they both feel a lightness inside. One of them not being able to define it exactly. Relating it to the empty stomach he has since this morning. And the other, just appreciating the flow of energy he was grateful to share with the ninja by his side.
By that time, probably Usagi's students had chosen to leave as they received no instructions of their sensei to return. And while the Samurai would make up for that with extra hours of training. Now he was more interested in knowing what his companion's next course of action would be.
"... Are you on for a 'Dance Dance revolution' night?"
"Oh, you know I am."
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A couple of months later, on a cold November night. A somewhat unusual package appeared at the lair. A bamboo leaf basket. Small and round, settled on the kitchen counter.
The first one to notice it was Mikey, which was on his way to the kitchen and get a glass of milk. His first instinct was telling him to open it. And that's what he was going to do. At least, until Draxum made an abrupt appearance from behind him, quickly snatching the object from his hands.
"Where did you found this?"
"Don't look at me, it was already there before I got here!" He stated defensive but also very curious about the package.
With an inquisitive look, the alchemist warrior analyzed the basket, sniffing it cautiously trying to determine its content. Sudden surprise getting to his features when he recognized a particular smell. And thus he decided to call a family meeting at 3 o'clock in the morning. Not caring about how much the children nor Lou complained about it. This was an issue he would not left unsolved until morning.
Once ith the three posible options in front of him, the Yokai took a firm stance. "I'll ask this once." A dead glare on his face. The boys found difficult to keep their sleepy faces. The sudden tension making them swallow dry. "Whose is this?" Opening the basket in one swift motion, Draxum showed the contents to the young adults who struggled by all means to fake dementia.
What they saw at first looked like a white fur ball wrapped in a blanket of ginkgo leaves, however, this one stirred. All of them backing out a little from the movement.
From within the fur emerged two small ears, and as the boys watched dumbfounded, a black nose and amber eyes framed with rather familiar red markings made their appearance as well.
"I think it's mine," was the first thing to come out of Leo's mouth. Still unable to believe what he was seeing. How? At what moment?? What kind of witchcraft?!
Draxum said nothing as he took the little infant out of the basket with one hand and placed him in the arms of his presumed father. The little one being not bigger than one of Raphael's fists.
The slider didn't know how to feel about holding such a tiny living creature in his hands. And moreover, trying to process that it was his.
He watched silently as the baby opened his eyes even wider, exploring his surroundings, moving his limbs slightly as he did so. Leo could feel the gazes all over him. He was sure they were saying something. The thing is he didn't dare to look and find out what it was.
Insecurity strikes him. For a moment thinking about returning the basket with all and its contents... But, he couldn't do that... Inside himself. While he didn't know exactly how. He felt that this child was a part of him. And of Usagi too. It was something he had hoped for. Obviously he wanted an explanation on how exactly this happen. But that would be something he could ask later. For now, he was just happy that what he had been looking for, had finally found him.
Slight throat clearing behind him brought Leo back to reality. Turning his gaze to where it came from, his smile grew even wider as he saw Usagi standing in the doorframe with an obvious curiosity to see what he was holding.
Without taking back on his excitement, he walked towards him before the rabbit could even react to the sight of the new member of the family. With effervescence coming out of every part of him, the ninja attracted his husband to himself saying: "Usagi, say, didn't you tell me once that you liked the name Jotaro?"
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Sorry if you were expecting art or something like that. I really wanted to try writing something. Especially because English is not my first language and I'm kinda aiming to one day doing Leosagi one shots and such. So... Any comments are appreciated. qwq
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Rook Hunt’s True Nature: A Translated Theory
Hello, my name is Haru, and I’ve just joined the Twisted Wonderland fandom a couple months ago. I’ve been wandering around the internet scrounging for any content to fulfill my Twisted Wonderland needs, and stumbled across many videos from Japanese creators that introduce Twisted Wonderland theories. I hope to make this a bit of a series, but here is my first submission of a theory about Rook Hunt I translated from a video I found on YouTube. The credits for this theory go to Alai_Legends, and here is the source video. Please enjoy!
Spoilers included! Vignettes from Rook’s labwear card, Beanfest, and Halloween are included, and contents from Book 6 are also referenced.
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Before delving into the theory, Alai goes through some things we know about Rook before revisiting them later to create a theory on Rook’s true nature.
Firstly, his motif is based off of ‘the hunter’ or ‘huntsman’ in Disney’s Snow White, which the Pomefiore dorm is based on. And indeed, Rook has fulfilled the role of ‘betraying’ the Queen in the VDC arc of Book 5. Everything about this so far makes Rook the cookie-cutter Pomefiore student, no?
Yet in Book 6, it is revealed that Rook Hunt was assigned to the Savanaclaw dorm when he first enrolled. Apparently, he did not care for his appearance, his hair was a mess, and even had holes in his clothes that he didn’t bother to try and fix. This is not the Rook Hunt we were initially introduced to in the story.
Next is the Hunt family, who Rook reveals to have villas all over the world, all with warp pads built in for easy transport. It is revealed that these devices need permission from each nation in order to build, so it’s a rather big deal. When asked by Epel what his family does, Rook simply says: ‘it’s a secret,’
Furthermore, it is mentioned (I believe in the Halloween event), that Rook used to have trouble expressing emotions as a child, and that theater helped to improve that part of himself, going as far to say that he had never cried tears other than pain until he saw Neige in a musical. Curiously, he also tells Sebek and Trey that he once got lost in the jungle as a child and had to survive in the wild for a month. With all of this information, gathered together, it seems there is more to Rook Hunt than what meets the eye.
Finally, we learn in events like Beansfest and Halloween that Rook can manipulate his heart rate at will, and that even when he can get away with lying when scanned by Ortho for heart rate, pulse, precipitation, and other vital signs. That is, to be very blunt, terrifying.
The Dark Mirror, whose role is to sort students into their appropriate dorm based on their soul and essence of being, had placed Rook Hunt in Savanaclaw. Yet he transferred to Pomefiore, fits into the dorm with so much ease, and even becomes the vice-housewarden despite the fact his soul and essence is that of Savanaclaw. His childhood, enrollment to NRC, and present-day image is drastically different.
It is cited even on the Rook’s wiki page’s trivia section that “‘Rook’ may be a reference to the chess piece resembling a castle, referencing the concept of royalty. It may also refer to a type of crow, itself referencing the Evil Queen's pet raven.” Alai believes that this may be a hint toward Rook being a bird-type beastman. Unlike other beastman, however, there are no clear links or signs of the animal counterpart in him, right? Here, we can refer back to Headmaster Dire Crowley, who clearly has bird-like qualities to him, but they are all represented in his accessories: his mask with a beak, cape with feathers, and rings with talons.
In fact, Rook’s sharp eyesight and great talents as a ‘hunter,’ could be attributed to that of a predatory bird. Alai even teases that perhaps in Rook’s vignette when he spots Leona sleeping from the window, it could refer to the scene in Lion King when the vultures circle over an unconscious Simba who had been banished from the Pridelands.
Additionally, we can even say that the warp pads used in the Hunt family’s villas are like devices to help ‘birds’ migrate great distances. Rook’s unique magic, I See You, could even be something beneficial for a bird-beastman, considering that he will never lose sight of a ‘destination’ he seeks.
Another point Alai brings up is how 1) Rook is a very private individual, and does not divulge much about himself and 2) Rook’s very unique manner of speech. They theorize that maybe Rook is simply mimicking theatrical manners of speech he has witnessed in plays, much like a corvid can mimic human speech. In doing so, Rook has created the perfect persona that is equal parts quirky and somewhat pleasant while also not inviting anyone to dig around into his personal life.
We can even pursue the theory of Rook being very ‘crow-like’ by pointing out how birds of the sort like to collect sparkly things, which could mirror Rook’s admiration for beautiful things. Crows can also even play dead, which can correlate to Rook’s ability to ‘control/manipulate his heart rate.’
Finally, if one were to emphasize Rook’s skills as a hunter, Floyd could’ve easily nicknamed him ‘killer whale’ or something along those lines. Yet, he is nicknamed ‘seagull’ instead, to which Alai questions if Floyd is just somehow able to look at Rook and get ‘bird vibes’.
There is a hypothesis that Alai comes up with in the second half of the video, which is on the basis that everything said above is correct. I believe that it is unlikely that this hypothesis is true and figure it might be too outrageous, so I haven’t yet translated it. Briefly, the theory is that Rook and his six siblings are actually the same age, have shared memories among them all, and that they are switching in and out of their role as ‘Rook Hunt’ at the NRC. Please let me know if you’d like a translation, because it is still a very interesting hypothesis to see unfold.
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Do you know anything about Brount?
When did Maxime first meet/get him, and what happened to Brount after Thermidor? ;0;
Good questions! I may have the answer to the first one, but unfortunately not the second…
The first sign of what could be Brount is in a letter Robespierre adressed to ”a young girl” 6 June 1788 (incidentally, it’s the same letter that was put up for sale a few days ago). In it he writes ”Is the puppy (petit chien) you are raising for my sister as pretty as the model you showed me when I passed through Bélhune? Whatever it is, we will always welcome it with distinction and pleasure. We can even say that, however ugly it may be, it will always be lovely.” Both historians JM Thompson, Peter Mcphee and Hervé Leuwers have concluded that the ”young girl” must have been one Mlle Dehay, who also gave Robespierre a cage of canaries in 1782. If the puppy here actually is Brount, it means that he 1, was born 1788 and thus six years old when his master died, and 2, was originally meant to be Charlotte’s dog.
After this, not much is known. In 1791, Charles-Engelbert Oelsner reported the following anecdote (cited in Robespierre: a Revolutionary Life by Peter Mcphee), but is impossible to know if the dog in question is Brount:
At Madame de Kéralio’s I have seen him (Robespierre) hold himself apart for an hour, playing with a big dog.
Élisabeth Lebas, our most authentic source on the subject, only has this to say in her memoirs:
He (Robespierre) had a dog named Brount whom he loved a lot, the poor animal was very attached to him.
Inside the work in which Élisabeth’s memoirs were published, Stéfane-Pol (Paul Coutant), it’s author, also adds the details of 1, Robespierre letting Brount bath in the Seine, and 2, Robespierre bringing Brount with him when going for walks with the Duplay family on the Champ-Élysées. However, these may just be embellishments, considering both Élisabeth and her son Philippe died before Coutant was even born, and thus hardly could have shared them with him.
The historian Hamel gives us even more details, claiming to know both what dog breed Brount was as well as when Robespierre brought him from Arras to Paris:
One of the family's great amusements consisted in long walks on the Champs-Élysées. Robespierre did not miss out when he had the time. He was followed by a Great Dane named Brount, whom he had brought back from his last trip to Artois and whom he loved very much. This dog was very attached to his master, of whom he was the assiduous companion. Lying at Maximilien's feet when the latter was working in his room, he gazed at him with a sad and gentle air, as if he had divined his anxious thoughts. When they went out, Brount showed his joy by barking and gambolling; he was a friend, a friend always feted and pampered by the young girls.
Hamel was born 1826 and did claim to have met (and even danced) with Élisabeth Lebas, so this sounds somewhat more authentic, even though I also don’t think it needs saying that a lot in Hamel’s account is embellishent rather than fact.
In his Robespierre (2014) Hervé Leuwers also writes the following about Robespierre’s last weeks alive, citing page 408 of Henri Guillemin’s Robespierre - Politique et mystique, (1987) (a book which I unfortunately don’t own) as the source:
[Robespierre’s] absence from the Committee is coupled with a long silence at the Convention. A far cry, however, from the illness that kept him from all places of power the previous winter; one sees him walking in the meadows on the banks of the Seine, with his dog Brount.
These are all authentic sources I know about regarding Brount. I also know two apocryphal anecdotes in which he’s mentioned, one originating from Alphonse Esquiros Histoire des Montagnards, in which Robespierre, Éleonore and Brount go for a walk on the eve of 8 thermidor, and one from Charles Henri Sanson’s diary, in which Robespierre and Brount meet Sanson and his nieces while out on a walk (in the latter one, Brount gets described as a black and white spotted dog).
As for what happened to Brount after thermidor, I have no idea. The Duplays were all arrested shortly after Robespierre’s execution, and unless they managed to give away Brount or brought him with them to prison (the latter of which I don’t know if you could actually do or not) I doubt they ever saw him again. When the first of them was released it would have already been way too late for Brount had he been left in their apartment. With that said, this can hardly have been the first time a pet got left behind when someone got arrested, so it seems likely there would be some sort of rule for what to do when that happened. Maybe Brount was let loose and lived the rest of his days as a street dog? Or maybe he was adopted by someone sent to arrest the Duplays? although here we can also ask outselves if ”Robespierre’s former dog” was such a great title to possess if you wanted to survive thermidor… Pick whatever makes you sleep the best at night I suppose.
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If she has such great media connections then why couldn’t she stop the stories of her fighting with Florence Pugh and lying about Shia from coming out? Olivia isn’t this all powerful force in Hollywood otherwise she would be a bigger star and better liked than she is now. Plus she is friends with the Azoffs so I don’t think she would want to piss them off by publicly trashing one of their clients.
If Olivia had such amazing media connections than the smear campaign against her, and don’t worry, darling, what a tough happened. She was battered for months, and they did not let up on her. If she had such a media connections, then she would be a lot bigger and more famous than she is now. Her paying paparazzi to take pictures of her and then paying media sites to write articles about her going to the gym. Every day isn’t good media connections. The reason and don’t worry darling didn’t do as well in theatres is because of the Shia LaBeouf situation in the media and that’s why the movie didn’t do as well. That was the downfall of the movie. Before Harry Olivia was a C list actor, who only really had connections in Hollywood because of Jason. She was always friends with people who were more famous than her, and still couldn’t use those connections. Everything that she has in her career is because of Jason. She was never in anything that was a big, blockbuster success, or even a big critically acclaimed film. Most of Harries fans didn’t know who she was until they started “dating“. If she had such good media connections, she would have broke out a lot sooner. She is an actress who aged out getting good role, so she had to make a career change into directing to get people to pay attention to her and because of Jason got Booksmart and then fucked it all up with. Don’t worry, darling. Olivia Wilde isn’t someone who scary or can it in anyway her Harryscareer. Because even though he was creeping with a woman who was in a relationship, she was the one that got all the heat. She was the one who left that relationship with an even worse reputation then when she got into it. Say what you want about the Azoffs but they would ruin her in a second if she ever tried to come for Harry and don’t forget that that NDA she signed is ironclad and she’ll never be able to say anything about him positive or negative so all she can do is be seen wearing things that he has worn and pay people to write articles about them from “sources”. That’s all she can do. And that’s what she has been doing since they broke up.
There's a lot to unpack here--and, quite frankly, I'm not interested in discussing Girl Boss again. I'm only posting this because I wanted to point out that you're mistaken about why DWD flopped at the box office.
It had nothing to do with the Shia situation. In fact, that actually boosted the movie's profile. Most people had never heard of it before that. It probably did better that first weekend because of the controversies. Americans love a good non-scandal scandal.
We told y'all the movie was going to flop a year before it opened. In fact, I predicted exactly what was going to happen--a huge opening weekend and then a massive drop. That was way before we knew anything about the Shia video. We knew the harries were going to boycott--and that's who she was banking on to make it a success, which is why she was so nice at concerts. LOL
DWD flopped because the director decided to hook up with one of the stars of the movie, flaunt that romance in the face of his rabid fanbase, and then made the ridiculous decision to aim the entire marketing campaign at that fanbase, who absolutely hated her.
Instead of using Florence Pugh, Chris Pine, or any of the other proven stars in the movie to promote the movie to older audiences, she banked on Harry Edward Styles and nonconsensual sex scenes to sell the movie to his fans. However, they vowed not to see it in theaters--and by Friday morning, the entire movie was online.
Bad reviews didn't help, and the movie fell over 70% the 2nd weekend.
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Catherine’s rival and her family-strange thoughts-part 1:
It might come as surprise, given that I am big fan of Queen Catherine of Aragon. But I think Henry should get the lion’s share of blame for persuing Anne Boleyn. Because in the end even if her families were sheming and ambitious, he shouldn’t be falling for it. He should uphold the principles, and be faithful to his wife.
However, after many talks with Thistle about Tudors, it made me realise how much of the story is from not from very credible sources. Basically propaganda of both camps, clashing.
The propaganda at the time, whetever you wish to call it catholic/habsburg idk, this propaganda decided to ‘better’ Catherine by making stuff up in order to improve her image(and sadly we believe some of those stories and take them as facts and ignore real good things she did).
If they couldn’t be entirely truthful about Catherine, how am I supposed to believe they were truthful about her rival? That’d be very naive of me.
Both camps, made stuff up to better their hero, and also made up stuff to worsen the character of their chosen villain.
Whetever or not that person was actually so bad, or did any of it, is uncertain.
Truth is under layers and layers of propaganda of both camps (Including real Catherine, so why the heck we prefer that over truth?).
And I came to realisation that majority(if not all) I’ve been told about Anne Boleyn and her family is also from sources very unlikely to be unbiased and truthful.
And I am almost certain, that at least one of Anne Boleyn’s relatives was labelled as whore, without proper evidence to back it up.
And that is her sister. She might have actually not been Henry VIII’s lover.
Hear me out. We were told that Henry’s marriage to Anne was annuled on grounds that he had previous sexual relationship with Anne’s sister.
Problem is-the one who originally said so-was Chapuye. No other source knows what the actual grounds for annulment were at the time. The documement as far as I know, doesn’t survive.
And Chapuyee often reported as if he could read people’s minds, and knew why they did all they did etc, and had tendency to place events coincidentally at times so it seems as divine timing. Such as Queen Catherine’s burial happening on same day Anne Boleyn lost her child.
One would have to very naive to believe it is not same thing as Sweating sickness appearing coincidentally with Henry VII’s troops-hence signalling Tudor dynasty was bad and their claim was wrong etc. (So guess which camp started that rumour.) Divine timing was one of the things very used in propaganda in past. And because there wasn’t that many official nor amateurish chroniclers, most of time those propagandist got away with shifting timelines to set their propanda’s narrative. Creating false the diving timing is essentially lying. So I don’t trust Chapuye. I know he was on Catherine’s side, but I think his credibility is pretty low.
What other evidence for Mary Boleyn being whore we have?
-her affair with French King Francis I, who supposedly called her his English mare. Except Francis said those words about Anne, when she was courted by Henry VIII. And unlike Henry whose affairs we have little evidence about(because he kept his affairs actually very private), Francis was never keeping it secret with whom he was sleeping with, and even paraded himself with his mistress before Eleanor of Austria. He didn’t care about privacy at all. So why don’t we have more evidence for the affair between the two?
Because it probably didn’t happen.
However even if Mary didn’t sleep with French King, she could have slept with Henry VIII, after all he was way more handsome than Francis(with his very long nose).
Yet there is an issue. There is but one period source for it. And I am convinced it is misinterpretted.
Let me set the scene(of fictional scenario)-that I was told that before I dated my boyfriend he slept with my mother and my sister. And I am shocked to hear it and I decide to confront him out of suddenand ask if there is any truth to it. And at that time he happens to be standing next to friend of his.
And I ask: “Well did you?! Did you sleep with my mum and my sis?”
And he is shocked. “Your-your?! Your mum?! What?! She’s twice my age!”
And his friends interupts and says-”Well, you didn’t sleep with her sis either!”(Like trying to remind him, dude you missed half of the question!)
That little intervention by the friend and him not denying my sister also, would then make me suspicious that he didn’t sleep with my mum, but might have slept with my sister. Even though he might have been just shocked and not able to process the seriousness of acussation and come with good answer on spot, and maybe even only processing the first part of the question, not hearing anything I said after it.
And people, I think this is almost exactly what happened with Henry VIII.
One of his courties asked him the question/accusation-that he slept with Anne’s mother and sister, he denied part of it, and not rest of it, person next to him intervened, answered for him and now he appears guilty of 2nd part of the question(which refered to Mary).
So actually this exchange where he was asked if he slept with Mary, and he didn’t deny at first, is not strong evidence for the affair. It is evidence of Henry not being good orator.
He certainly was not able to argument well, if he was taken by surprise. He might have not came with great answer, and hence the myth!
So the grounds upon which Mary Boleyn was labelled as Henry VIII’s mistress, are shady. Yet it is in almost every book, movie, tv show. And it might be a lie!
The lady might have been faithful, moral, good person. But because her sister caught Henry VIII’s attention, Mary was then targeted by propaganda, who decided to destroy her image and susceeded. 500 years later we still think of her as a whore.
And it isn’t only member of Anne Boleyn’s family which might have not been guilty of something we think they did. I actually found out that some members of Anne’s family, were close to Catherine. You could even say friends with her. And they were forced to attend events where Anne was honoured, making it seems as if they were on board with it, while they did not.
I even found one source which said that Anne’s uncle, Norfolk originally was telling Henry to return to his true wife. It is then presented that Norfolk later grew ambitious and changed his mind, and was fully on board. However, what if he didn’t? What if he just got scared of Henry VIII, as he grew more and more tyranical?
Could we be wrong about at least portion of that family? Could we believe entirely wrong narrative? Was Anne just another of Henry’s victims, and her relatives forced to watch as he hounded her, and unable to stop it?
Unwilling victim of his persuation, of his stalking, basically?
So often whenever man in power starts to look other way, the girl gets the blame and not he. And him being powerful and using that power in order to push her into relationship with him, is often not being believed, instead she is labelled as gold-digger. Could it be Anne’s case? Idk.
I believe Anne was born in 1507(not in 1501), and that Catherine Howard might have been framed for her adultery, and actually innocent as well.
They were similiar age, when they caught Henry’s eyes. Henry pushed nice wife of his always aside in order to marry them, and then quickly got rid of them, when they were framed for adultury by evil courtiers, which the King was unable to keep leash upon.
And I am not so sure, if they were willing to be with Henry in first place.
Truth is I don’t know. I don’t know what Anne actually was like. Nor her family. I don’t know if they were actually abitious from begining, if they became ambitious later on, or if they never were. Or if some were, some weren’t. And I’ll probably never will know. None of us. Because Henry in his rage destroyed most of our main sources. And we’re only left with propaganda/biased sources.
Hence I won’t ever know, whetever I should hate Anne Boleyn for ruining Catherine’s and Mary I’s life. Or if I should pity her and her daughter, as more of Henry’s victims.
However, still some questions remain. If their relatives weren’t pushing Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard towards Henry. How come they caught Henry’s eye? Why did he became so insanely obssessed?
I will try to answer that in part two.
And in part three, I will tell you why Anne’s family being desperate to get into favour is absolutely false narrative, one which we can disprove, and it is actually part of Catherine’s story as well and it gets ignored and different narrative is fed to us.
And i hope you will not hound me for this post and that you will be polite in the comments. And remember:
You think you know the story, but you only know how it ended up looking, after propaganda sank its teeth into it and bitten off big chunk of it and spit it out.
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Okay, so I've been thinking on this a bit, and I wrote most of this sick in bed while looking back on the last c!Wilbur stream, with nothing else to do on a fine afternoon. And I kinda wanted to put my thoughts on this into something more cohesive.
With just one last c!Wilbur stream to go, barring any where he is present from someone else's perspective, there is still a lot left to be said for a lot of dynamics involving Wilbur. More specifically, him and his father. They have a lot to talk about, but I believe there's more for them talk about than the general audience perceives.
Now, naturally, most of us find that c!Phil should directly apologize to his son. Despite c!Wilbur forgiving him and even thanking his father for assisting in his suicide, Wilbur needs to directly hear an apology from the source to know that what happened was bad and shouldn't have happened.
However, I do believe that there is room for Wilbur, in turn, to apologize to his father, things left unsaid not just by Wilbur, but even from Philza and most of the fanbase.
The latter's what I want to talk about more. We all know it'd be important for c!Phil to openly apologize to his son in his assisted suicide. But there's not a lot of talk about the latter. I want to get into why that's the case, what I believe should be said, why I find this scenario makes sense to me in a way that isn't just "I'm a philza fan", and why it should be discussed more.
Now, this isn't something that I'm, like, demanding out of the storyline. I'm not gonna be upset if it doesn't happen the way I want it; as long as the execution of Wilbur's story is satisfying in some way, that's fine. I do, at the very least, believe that father and son will attempt to reconcile before Wilbur's story ends. I don't doubt that. This is more so just how I'd personally like to see it play out.
Yes, Wilbur already apologized for lying in the letters, explaining why he did it and promising not to lie again (a lie). That was a big piece of their strained relationship, where Philza worried he couldn't trust his son, so the apology was rather important. But what else could I be referring to, then? And how important would it be for the story?
Well, to be quite frank, pretty everything involving what happened on November 16th. I'll get into more detail on that later.
Firstly, however, the topic of mental illness does come into play here. There's discussions in that Wilbur shouldn't have to apologize for things like "leaving us behind" as c!Niki said in the last lore stream. Saying that Wilbur shouldn't have to apologize too much to others because he was mentally ill, since the bare bones of what happened is Wilbur committing suicide via his father. His depression is written in a way that makes people with similar mental illnesses relate to him. Whenever they believe he is being wronged or misrepresented, they seek to defend him. A natural response! This includes believing that he shouldn't have to feel bad/say sorry for making his friends feel this way, as he was in a bad mental space. That sort of plays into why so few think about Wilbur apologizing to Philza for the 16th, since Phil was the one to drive a sword through his ribs. Because, well, "why apologize for asking to kill yourself?"
While that's not wrong to find that thinking iffy, and I see this perspective clearly, I feel like it's a flawed piece of logic, at least for the context of this story.
That mindset of letting one's mental illness become a way to absolve a need of forgiveness for one's actions comes with pitfalls. One's mental illness can explain your actions, but never excuse them. If you've hurt someone, while in a depressive state, it doesn't matter the way you carried your weapon; you still hurt them. They have been scarred. So is it truly that cruel to want someone who has hurt others to apologize? Apologies are mostly meant for the person receiving it, the person who was hurt. It is a way for that person to receive acknowledgement that “hey, my actions have negatively affected you, and I want you to know I’m sorry that I have hurt you in any way.”
Apologizing does not have to mean "I apologize for my health health." Rather, "my mental health has spiraled to a point where I hurt you, and I am sorry for that." To try to spin these sort of apologies as a way to undermine mental health is odd, because that's not what people are doing (imagine people watching Bojack Horseman and thinking "aww, but no, he's depressed, he shouldn't have to apologize for everything that happened to Sarah Lynn, that's dumb that's so dumb (I know the Sarah Lynn thing was way worse than anything Wilbur has done personally to someone SHUSH!!)). We want to allow the person that was hurt to be acknowledged that they were hurt in some capacity, receive closure, and most importantly, so they can move on with their life. This even allows the other person to accept what they have done, to work on themselves and ensure they don't try to hurt themselves or others again.
Thus, we cannot disregard what Wilbur has done because of his bad mental state. It is simply not fair to those who were damaged by him. In fact, if mental health is as significant to this storyline, then we need to consider the mental health of everyone else around Wilbur, as well. Many of his friends' own mental states likely worsened because of him. Even his father's.
Because here's the thing: (ignoring all the meta context of this improved scene, where cc!Wilbur basically pushed cc!Philza into killing his character when the explosions didn't--even though I like to think that the way the meta was executed can even bleed into the lore context) Wilbur manipulated his father into killing him, and left his father an emotionally damaged, grief-ridden wreck.
I'm surprised we don't talk about this a lot, even though the term manipulation can leave such a bad taste, in how evil it sounds. If we stick to the bare basic definition of manipulation, however, it is what happened. Grab any typical description, such as "control or influence (a person or situation) cleverly, unfairly, or unscrupulously" or "any attempt to sway someone's emotions to get them to act or feel a certain way." You get the idea. So now we ask how exactly Wilbur manipulated Philza.
Think back to the Button Room scene. Think back to Philza's reactions. "I can't-" 'You're my SON!" Initially, he did not want to commit the heinous act Wilbur asked of him. He was against it. This left Wilbur no longer in control of this situation; he was going to be forced to confront what he did and receive consequences of it from his friends. He was panicking, so he resorted to using his best weapon: his words, persuasion. He says what he thinks will convince Philza to do what he does not want to do. "Everyone wants you to do it." "Look at what I did!" (and though not canon at the time due to the changes in the story, he did not mention that he only had one life). And it works, and Philza is convinced to kill his son. He managed to influence and sway Philza into committing an act he did not want to do prior. So yes he manipulated him.
There's also the fact that the situation he placed his father into was an awful, tragic one. If anyone has ever been in a position where they were faced with someone about to commit suicide, they know how dangerous it is. (or I shudder at the thought of anyone being put in a position where someone gives you the weapon, begging you to kill them, which christ!) It's one that no one should ever find themselves in, no matter the circumstances, no matter the outcome.
It is also not one that many can really... well, handle well. You'll see posts like "oh, I'd do hug/say this/et cetra to save Wilbur, not kill him," and I can say for certain no you would fucking not. Because unless you're professionally trained, you do not know what you'd do in the moment. This is not a situation where you can hug that person, say magical kind words, and everything will be okay. Suicidal people will lash out, fight back, scream, even hurt someone, because with skyrocketing emotions come fight or flight instincts. Hell, once you understand what the other person wants to do, your own mind spirals drastically. You panic. You stress out. You're walking on eggshells. One wrong move, and something drastic will happen that's beyond your control. These situations become emotionally charged, on both sides. Both people will come out of it traumatized in some way. No one is thinking straight here. No one should be put in this kind of situation fucking ever.
Yes, Wilbur was mentally fucked up. He was suicidal. It is bad that Philza assisted in his own son's suicide. What happened to Wilbur was awful, awful, awful. None of this should have happened. I am not denying any of this. But what happened still happened. Wilbur willingly put his father into a dangerous, tragic situation of killing his son. Philza found himself in a disturbing position. Philza caved into pressure, killing his son and destroying them both mentally.
Phil did not leave this scene unscathed, at least emotionally or mentally. We know about his wings, the wing he sacrificed to protect his son (only for that son to beg for death afterwards), damage done by Wilbur's explosions. Wilbur's actions directly harmed his father, even though this was not intended. But I'm more focused on the emotional and mental damage caused. Because for anyone who thinks he was not affected in that way on the 16th, then they... literally just do not watch cc!Phil's streams. In the diary note Phil left for Ghostbur, he talked about being torn apart, feeling cold and empty. He traveled for a long time, trying to find ways to fix what he broke, placing himself in self imposed exile for what he did. He carries his grief on his back, loathes himself, sees Ghostbur and even though he puts on a kind face for him, Phil just sees his mistakes sitting right there, playing music with a sheep.
Like those who Wilbur had harmed in his time in L'manberg, Philza did not come out of what happened unharmed in any way. In all ways, he was damaged and traumatized. The worst part about it is that no one cares, not even Philza.
Philza has not made himself a victim of what happened on the 16th. It's understandable to see how his actions outweigh all else. He allows what he did to brush off how he came out of that room. And he still completely, utterly loves his son. There's some mistrust there, the uncertainty of how much Wilbur has changed, but that love has not wavered. And it's incredible that despite everything, Philza does not want to think any less of his son. He wants to help Wilbur become a better person, even if he's not sure how.
But I think about Philza's broken wing. I think about the diary entry that is the most we ever openly see his suffering. I think about him willingly throwing himself into danger for the safety of his son, only seconds later for his son to ask for death by his hands. I think about Phil being convinced it was the best thing for Wilbur, only to realize that he was wrong, that the last thing his own son did was convince him into assisted suicide.
And I think about how he doesn't talk about this with anyone else (except for Techno; when it was revealed Phil talked about Wilbur with him). I think about this man who does not realize the damage done to him. I think about someone who just shrugs it off and focuses more on what L'manberg has done to everyone else, his son included ("When I was forced to kill my own son, you idiot!").
And how unfair is that?
This is why. This is why I find it so important that, yes, c!Philza should directly apologize for killing c!Wilbur. Philza hurt his son so badly, and Wilbur needs to understand that. But the reverse should be the exact same. I want Wilbur to say to his father that he is sorry that his explosions destroyed his wing, that he is sorry that he manipulated him into killing him. I want Phil to see reality fall into place, that he, too, had been fucked up on the 16th. Not just his wing, but in how it emotionally broke him. I want Phil to realize that his son isn't the same boy who left for L'manberg. He's someone new, still Wilbur, but someone different who had hurt his father and other people, but who also has begun to address that damage and wants to do better, so that will never happen again. I want Phil and Wilbur to open up to one another, address the strains of their relationship, and come out of it better people.
I want the audience to open their eyes, look at things from Philza's perspective, and see that Wilbur was not the only one hurting that day in that room, that he made one last victim of his actions before he died. And that doesn't make me hate him at all, no, I applaud how he's trying to do better and understand why everything happened. I adore Wilbur's character, I have just always felt that one of the people Wilbur has hurt isn't talked about enough, when it should be discussed. While it won't be the end of the world if they don't talk about it, it'd be very important to me if they did.
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Believing The Lie
I follow the tragic war in Ukraine closely and find it interesting that the primary source for raw news is Twitter, and the best analysis occurs on YouTube. These new sources have replaced the old sources, such as newspapers, internet articles, and national television. This new medium allows rapid news spreading and analysis. We can also check out the raw news sources and even directly contact the source—quite a change.
Recently, a YouTube influencer (I hate that word) discussed a translated Russian state television broadcast. It proclaimed that the restaurants in England were serving rat meat because of the chronic food shortage caused by their Ukraine support. Wow, what a bold lie! But unfortunately, many people truly believed this “trusted” news source.
What was going on in the viewer’s heads? “Because the news said so, it must be true.” “Makes sense to me.” “Seems logical.” “They have never lied before.” I propose something different is going on. These misguided people allowed themselves to believe the lie. Essentially, the lie is better than the truth. Humans often have ill-advised reactions to unpleasant situations. “I do not need to go on a diet. I look great!” But what does this have to do with writing? I am glad you asked.
I realized that the newscaster was not lying as I watched this news clip. She was acting. She read a fictional script, and the audience allowed themselves to be taken in. The same activity occurs in a play or a movie. There is no such thing as a Star Wars lightsaber, but we sure liked it when Luke Skywalker started waving one around. So, we (the audience) believed the lie.
Perhaps when watching a movie, we expect to be entertained; when watching the news, we expect facts. Yet, sometimes we allow ourselves to be taken in. It’s nice to feel good about ourselves; the awful truth is a hard pill. Blissful ignorance. How about our favorite person X? Did you hear X was drunk driving last week? No way, not true. X is a fantastic person!
Fictional writers use every trick to pull readers into their stories. We twist facts, add intimate relationships where they would never occur, alter physics, spice up the characters, insert an impossible plot twist, entice the reader with a juicy hook, and paint a scene larger than life. “A beautiful, intelligent woman with everything going for her falling in love with an ugly, stupid, fat beast of a man? Of course!”
Readers and viewers expect a dream world where crazy ideas come true, people commit outrageous acts, and the lowest of the low is commonplace. I suppose that was also the goal of the Russian newscaster. They were achieving the state agenda by any means necessary. However, to the rest of us, the results were absurd. Yet, that technique works every time in a story. Did you see the movie Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure? That silly movie was as believable as that Russian state news broadcaster. Fortunately, I keep my blogs real. Or do I?
You’re the best! -Bill
April 05, 2023
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Interviewing Immortality is a psychological thriller about a 500-year-old woman who forces a disgraced author to interview her.
Pushed to the Edge of Survival is a drama, romance, and science fiction story about two unlikely people surviving a shipwreck and living with the consequences.
Cable Ties is a classic spy novel about two hunters discovering that government communications are being recorded and the ensuing FBI investigation.
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