#the original plan was just a second random name my mother liked but then i popped out prematurely on that aunt's birthday
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"𝑨𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚" - 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 2 Aemond x Reader
A/N: I had not originally planned on this being a series but the Aemond girlies loved the first one so here is a second as a lil gift.
//Divider by @firefly-graphics & @cafekitsune
Summary: You wake up to unfortunate circumstances. It only gets worse when you finally get some answers. A dream confirms that whatever chance you had at having a normal life was gone.
TW: Blood, Death.
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Word Count: 3.6k
(Not proofread, we die like men 🫡Im also just too tired I'll do it eventually🤣)
You yawned as you sat up in your bed rubbing your eyes. You look over to the spot Aemond was in and simply see a flower. Blushing you reach over and smell the flower.
You look over to the bath on the other side of the room and notice there's no steam coming out of it. You stand up and grab your robe off of the armchair next to your bed.
You walk over to the door after you wrap yourself in the armchair and attempt to open the door. You're shocked when the door doesn't open or move an inch.
"Hello?" You try opening the door again but they don't budge. "Is anyone out there?" You wait but hear no response.
You're unsure of what to do now. You look around your room for something to do. All that you manage to find are some of your old toys and unfinished projects.
You sit in front of the fireplace trying to think of what could possibly be going on. You remember a piece of the wall that could move and search for it, trying your best to remember exactly where it was. You end up finding it next to your dresser.
The piece moves easily and you reach inside. Your hand touches something and you instantly remember. You lay down flat on your stomach reach in with both hands and pull out the wooden box.
You're filled with nostalgia as you sit down on your bed with the box. You blow off the smoke and open it up.
Inside lies a small journal which you place to the side already deciding you have to see what young you used to write about. Inside also lies a small cushion you had sewn for you and Halaena's dolls. One of your teeth which Aegon convinced you to let him take out by tying it with string to a door.
You're confused for a moment at the last item. It's a black handkerchief with gold detailing. You pick it up and stare at it a moment before you remember.
Aemond had found you crying in a corner of the library covered in dirt, mud and God knows what else. He had asked you what happened and although you didn't want to tell him he convinced you too. You admitted that your brothers had joined Aegon in tormenting you by throwing mud at you insisting it was just a joke.
Aemond felt bad especially since he understood what it meant to be at the end of their cruel jokes. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the mud off of your face before walking you to his mother's chambers.
Alicent cleaned you off and got you a clean dress before seeking out the boys and your mother. All three of them were forced to shovel horse shit while you, Helaena and Aemond watched and ate cake.
The memory brought a smile to your face. Aemond had asked you for the handkerchief back but you told him you couldn't find it.
You pick the journal back up excitedly and open it up to a random page.
King's Landing 117 AC
Dear Diary,
Today my brother was born. Father named him Joffrey, I personally think his name is stupid but I held my tongue. Septa Anne would be proud. I went with the boys to the dragon pit today. It was awfully boring. Aemond and I watched while they got to practice commands. AND YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT THEY DID! They gave us pigs! PIGS! Called them the "Pink Dreads".
Sometimes I wish I could just gouge out Aegon's eyes and put them in his soup when he isn't looking...maybe I can get Helaena to catch a beetle for me...
Anyways. I went to the kitchen to get cake but then Harwin stole it! He said it was taxes? WHAT EVEN IS TAXES?
You can't help but laugh as you continue to read. You fall asleep while reading about the time Aegon fell out of a tree while trying to grab a bird.
You wake up and blink a couple times, clearing your vision. You sit up and jump back when you see Aemond next to you lying in your bed.
"Gods! When did you get here?" He has a smirk on his face as he continues to read while eating an apple.
"A while ago. You were sleeping peacefully I didn't wish to wake you." You nod and look at what he's holding. You quickly notice it's your diary and try to snatch it out of his hand but he's quicker. He clicks his tongue at you as you try to reach for it. "Im quite enjoying this. Listen to this one. Aemond gave me a flower today!"
"Aemond! Stop! Give it back" Your face flushes in embarrassment. "I was a kid!" He drops the apple and manages to grabs your hands with one of his and holds them down.
"He is so cute!" He looks back at you with a shocked expression. "You thought I was cute, princess?" Aemond pulls you to sit in his lap and you hide your face in his neck out of embarrassment. "Aemond smiled at me today!"
"Stop!!! Please I beg of you!" He laughs and puts the journal down.
"And this!" He lifts you out of his neck and waves the handkerchief in your face. "You swore to me that you lost it! Liar!"
Aemond begins tickling you and rolls you over caging you under him. He leans down and leaves a trail of kisses from your neck down to your collarbone.
"Aemond?" He hums back in response. "Why was I locked in my chambers?" He stops kissing you for a moment before he leaves a final one on your cheek and sits up.
"You need to break fast first...then we can talk."
Aemond calls for food and for your handmaids to prepare you a bath. You're shocked at first cause of how open he was about being in your chambers while you were fully undressed. You wanted to ask if the talk had gone well about the betrothal and if that's why he was ok with people seeing him here but you opted to wait.
He watches you eat occasionally grabbing slices of fruit off of your plate.
"If you want one you could just take from the tray you know?" He smirks as he puts another grape in his mouth.
"But they taste much better off of your plate." He leans over and bites the strawberry that you're holding.
"So." He leans back in his chair. "Are you going to tell me why I was locked in here?"
The atmosphere immediately changes and is tense. He sighs deeply.
"...King Viserys died..."
Your eyes widen and you drop the food in your hand back onto the plate. Your heart clenches at the news. You had spent much of childhood following him around, you had even willingly chosen to be his cupbearer in some of his council meetings simply because you wanted to be near him.
"...that doesn't explain why I was locked in my chambers Aemond. Matter of fact that is far from an explanation. If my grandsire died I should have been notified."
Aemond fidgets with his hands the same way Alicent does as he looks at the wall.
"Kepus. What are you not telling me?" He continues staring at the wall occasionally looking at you. "Aemond." [Uncle]
"Aegon was crowned king." He says it quickly with his head held high. "As the king's firstborn son, he is the rightful heir. He was crowned before the masses in the dragon pit."
Aemond watches as your breathing quickens and your facial expressions. Your lips are pressed together as you're clenching your hands so tight.
"Who made that decision?"
"It was the King's wish. He said it upon his deathbed to my mother." You roll your eyes and stare at the wall. There was a battle going on within your head. Part of you was understanding of the firstborn son point but the other part was devastated for your mother.
"Does my mother know? What of my grandmother? I was supposed to leave with her this mourning."
"...your grandmother interrupted the crowning. She was riding Meleys, many people died and just as many were injured." You cover your mouth with a shaking hand. "I believe she is already on her way to Dragonstone probably to speak to your mother..."
Meanwhile in Dragonstone
Rhaenys wasted no time heading straight for the princess. She had no time for formalities.
She walks into the room seeing them both by the fireplace.
"Thank you, Ser Lorent." Rhaenys stops at the head of the table. "Princess Rhaenys, might we hope for news of Lord Corlys' recovery?"
"Viserys is dead." Rhaenyra's face drops as Daemon turns around. "I grieve this loss with you Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father...possessed a kind heart." Rhaenyra struggled to comprehend what was happening. She knew her father would die soon but hoped she would be back to King's Landing in time to be there.
"There is more. Aegon has been crowned as his successor" Rhaenyra clutches her stomach as Daemon walks over.
"They crowned him?" Rhaenyra was looking off into space, grieving.
"How did Viserys die?" Daemon had a look on his face that no one could quite place. Was he sad? Angry? Or just plain confused.
"I could not say." They both look at each other.
"How long ago?" Rhaenyra asks.
"A day past, perhaps two. I was made prisoner in my quarters while the Queen made her preparations."
"Viserys has been slain." Daemon watches Rhaenyra.
"Alicent demanded you declare for Aegon." It was not a question, Rhaenyra already knew that it had happened.
"She did. I refused her." Rhaenyra let out a shaky breath.
"And yet you are alive." Of course, Daemon was skeptical, when was he ever not?
"The High Septon crowned Aegon in the Dragonpit. I witnessed it myself just before I fled on Meleys." Rhaenyra was still clutching her stomach.
"They crowned him before the masses." Rhaenys nodded.
"So that the masses would see him as their rightful King," Rhaenys responded.
"That whore of a Queen murdered my brother and stole his throne. And you could have burned them all for it." Daemon's unknown emotion was now evident, he was angry, livid even.
"A war is like to be fought over this treachery, to be sure. But that war is not mine to begin. I only rushed this warning to you out of loyalty to my husband and to my house." She took a deep breath. "The greens are coming for you Rhaenyra. And for your children."
"M-my children?" Rhaenyra's face contorted in pain. "My daughter! You brought her with you?" Daemon stood straight up.
"Sadly...no...Alicent had her chambers guarded well and her room had no passages. I'm sorry. I did not wish to leave my granddaughter either."
"You left my daughter with those cunts?" Daemon walked around the table to face Rhaenys. "You left her to become a bargain in this war?"
"I did my best Prince Daemon. We have allies within those walls that can get a message to her. Once I hear word she is alright I will be sending someone in to retrieve her."
"You have done enough." Daemon pointed at her. "I will retrieve my child from the snakes you fed her too."
"Enough Daemon..." Daemon turned to face Rhaenyra who was now hunched over gripping the table. "The babe... it's coming..."
King's Landing
Aemond watched as you paced around the room. You had requested he leave you alone for the a day only allowing in your handmaidens and refusing to see anyone else.
Since you had called for him this morning you hadn't said anything in almost an hour and instead paced around the room looking for the words to start this conversation. Occasionally you would stop, point at him and open your mouth but then you'd scowl and resume pacing again. He could tell you were conflicted.
"Ñuha jorrāelagon, kessa ao sit ilagon? Before you burn a hole into the floor." [My Love, will you sit down?]
"Now is not a time for jokes, Aemond! Do you know what your family has done? This is an act of war! They have usurped the throne right out from under my mother's feet. If you think she will let this go easily- no, if you think Daemon will let this go easily you are all sorely mistaken." you begin pacing again.
Aemond stood up and walked over to you and grabbed your hands.
"Gīda." [Calm] He pushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Everything is going to be ok."
"What will happen to me?" The thought had crossed your mind many times as you wondered what would be made of you.
"My grandsire and the King have agreed to our betrothal. They will announce it as part of the terms if she agrees to declare Aegon as the rightful King and kneel before him and the council."
"Terms?" You back away from him letting go of his hands. "Our marriage would no longer hold meaning Aemond. It would be seen merely as something my mother won in bowing to Aegon, a spoil of war. Either way, she would never say yes."
"Then Aegon will marry us anyway." He shrugs and pulls you back into him as if none of this bothered him. "He is my brother and he knows of the love I hold for you."
"And if I say no?" His face became stern.
"You wouldn't hurt me so."
"You mean the way that you have today?" He sighs deeply. "Why did you not come and free me from my chambers?"
"Because I knew you would leave at the first chance." You look away from him and he turns your face back towards him. "You're mine and I wasn't willing to risk losing what is mine."
You would typically enjoy this possessive air around him but you currently found it suffocating. You wanted nothing more than to put space between you but he was holding you tight against him.
"Aemond. This is not right. You must understand that?" He rolled his eyes and let you go.
"Who sits on the throne is none of my concern and not on my list priority."
"Then what is?" You step towards him angrily.
"You!" he snaps. "You are my only priority. If you say no to marrying me then you will be made prisoner here. You will spend the entirety of this war locked in here." You could tell he was being truthful. "Marry me and you will at least have some freedom."
"Some?" He walked back over to the table and sat down tired of this conversation. "What is some?"
"You will be allowed to walk freely around the castle with a guard of my choosing."
"And Vermithor?" You think of your dragon and where he could be. You had claimed him when you returned to Dragonstone after what happened at Driftmark. Aemond's bravery in claiming Vhagar led you to sneak into where he sleeps and approach the dragon yourself. You had also thought that if you claimed him you could ride to King's Landing and see him. You had learned the song Daemon would sing and tried singing it to him to calm him down. It worked despite almost being burnt to a crisp you had claimed him.
"I will visit him on Vhagar." He reached for your hand but you shied away. "You must understand that my grandsire worries about allowing you to have full freedom. After a while, you will be allowed to go riding."
"How long is a while Aemond?" He visibly gulped and bit the inside of his cheek. "How long?" Your voice was cold and made the hairs on his neck stand.
"Until you give birth to our firstborn." He said it quietly already knowing how you would react. It was smart you'd give them that. They know you wouldn't fly away while your child is in their possession. "My grandfather's decision not my own."
"And did you try to fight him on it?"
"Why would I?" He shrugged but soon noticed the angry expression on your face. "I want marriage with you, I want children." He tried to reach for you again.
"So do I Aemond! But not like this." You take his hand and he pulls you to sit on his lap. "I want us to marry because it is what we want. I want my mother to be there! This isn't the way I want to do this."
Aemond leans his head against your chest.
"My hands are tied, my love." You get off of his lap and walk over to the fireplace facing your back to him.
"I wish to be alone."
"Baby..." You hear him get up and walk over to you.
"Please go...now!" A few seconds later you hear him sigh and leave the room. You sit on the armchair and allow yourself to cry.
This was all too much for you. You worried for your mother and the rest of your family. Did they think you were a traitor now? Will they think you have chosen Aemond's family over them if you were to marry him?
You know there's no way your mother will kneel before Aegon, even if she decides to, Daemon would rather lock her in her chambers than agree to that.
How could they be so foolish? So reckless?
You walk over to your bed and lie down. You go over the pros and cons of agreeing to marry Aemond. You then think about ways you could escape. Maybe agreeing to a betrothal will at least get you the right to walk around, you could find your parent's allies within the walls and find a way back to them.
You can stall the wedding for a while. Aemond would understand you'd prefer to be married only after the war was over and your family could attend.
You soon tire yourself out with all this thinking and fall asleep.
You spend the next day alone in your chambers. Alicent had invited you to join her in breaking your fast but you respectfully declined. You needed more time.
You saw a boat sail out from King's Landing and knew it was most likely Otto heading out to deliver the terms to your mother. You knew it would not go well and they would be lucky if she didn't feed them to Syrax for their treachery.
It was only the following midday when you grew worried. You saw Vhagar fly away from the castle. Part of you wish you knew where he was going and the other part of you remained angry. You thought he knew you better, if he did he would have fought harder for your freedom right? He would have denied Otto's offer and not allowed him to make your marriage into something that they hoped would sway your mother into giving up her crown.
Gods you missed her, you prayed every moment for her safety. For all of their safety.
It rained that night. Something was off. You could feel it in your bones. You tried to sleep hoping it would calm your nerves. Your handmaid brought you tea to help you relax. You soon fell asleep but sadly even your dreams were disturbed.
You wake up on the floor of pitch black. Everything around you was dark. There was no light just darkness. You sat up and looked around.
"Hello?" Your voice echoed. You stood up and began walking around in the dark abyss not knowing where you were going.
"Gēlȳn enkagon jamela!" You hear Aemond's voice. [You owe a debt!]
You quickly turned around but nothing was there.
"Aemond?" You walked in the direction that you heard his voice. As you got closer you noticed your feet getting wet.
"Taoba!" You hear him again but in a different direction. [Boy!]
You turned again where you heard his voice and walked quicker in that direction. You felt something patter on your head and looked up. Nothing was there just darkness but you could for sure feel something wet as if it was rain.
There was a flash of a bright light to which you shielded your face.
"Daor Arrax!" Arrax? That's Luke's dragon.
"Luke? Luke, are you there?" You noticed your clothes clinging to your body as they were now soaked the scent of salty water filling your nose.
"Vhagar! No! No..." What had happened? Why was he saying no?
You look around you quickly trying to make sense of what it is you are hearing. The rain is heavier and you look at your hands. They aren't just wet...they're red. Your dress is now too stained red. You touch your cheek and look back at your hands and see the same red substance.
Something drops from above causing you to step back quickly. More pieces fall from the sky surrounding you. You shield your head and scream as the red rain grows heavier and more pieces fall.
When the rain softens and the sound of stuff falling ceases you open your eyes and look around you. Your face twists in pain as you see pieces of the body of Arrax surrounding you. It only gets worse when you see a human body part. You look closer and notice the hand.
"He got me." You hear his Lucerys voice and you instantly know it was his hand.
You wake up in a sweat your hair sticking to your neck and your pillow drenched. You look up and see Aemond standing at the end of your bed his clothes drenched.
And in that moment you knew.
The war had started.
A/N: So this is clearly turning into a series. Which I'm actually not mad about. Not sure where this is going but naturally the chances of any of this being 100% original is not possible. There are far too many HOTD fanfics for any ending or storyline to be original. I can only hope that it is 100% enjoyable.
I will still obviously do my best to come up with a unique ending but I feel like to have a unique ending people need to die. I need to start killing off characters like Grey's Anatomy 🤣
Anywho I hope y'all enjoyed this part! If you wish to be added to this Taglist or any other one please let me know!
Gen Taglist: @thought--bubble, @valeskafics
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This is taking most of the situations out of context and grossly ignores Bianca’s own toxic behaviour.
Xavier broke up with Bianca because it’s implied she used her powers ON him, without his permission. She admits “I make one mistake, and you can’t forgive me.” (Woe is the Loneliest Number). I don’t think it’s unreasonable to lose trust in someone who would force their will onto you via powers. If anything, she’s the toxic one in that moment because she brushes off what she did as no big deal when he’s made it clear it upset him.
Why give someone a second chance when they seem totally disingenuous? She proved herself to be manipulative. Not just with him, but with everyone. She's lying to everyone about who she is. She poisoned her fellow Nightshade to win the competition.
Xavier tells Wednesday not to trust her visions because she doesn’t have full context. “The first thing he’ll tell you is that visions can’t be trusted. They only show one part of the picture.” (Friend or Woe). An example is her vision of Rowan. She sees him die but has no idea in what context or why. It turns out she inadvertently caused his death because the Hyde was protecting her. If she never ran to the woods and followed him, Rowan would likely still be alive because WE know that Tyler is the Hyde and would have been with Wednesday if she had run away from Nevermore as she originally planned.
I’m aware that Wednesday is written as perfect and overpowered, but Xavier is right in this instance. She’s working backwards and using the visions to explain what she wants them to mean instead of just admitting she doesn’t know something. It's like reading one random paragraph in a novel and thinking you can expound the entire story just from that.
Further, Xavier tells a psychic that no psychic can solely rely upon their visions, not just Wednesday. He’s not targeting her specifically, he’s acknowledging a flaw in their powers, which is a) true and b) Wednesday never practiced or had a handle on her powers. She admits this to Thing when they’re at the Crackstone barn. "No, I can’t just touch something." Id. She can’t call forth a vision at will nor has any control of what she sees. Not trusting her visions is a fair assessment even if he was specifically speaking about her.
It’s not “mansplaining” when Wednesday actually doesn’t know or have experience with her own powers. We know she has a stressed relationship with Morticia ("I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice." Id.) and kept her powers a secret for months. She really has no reason to be so reliant on her visions or take them at face value when she literally has no context nor experience.
So, it’s more like telling a baker who inherited their position, with no previous training, and who never actually bakes unless forced to, not to trust the yeast. In addition, yeast does expire and goes bad. An experienced baker tests the yeast ("blooming") before adding it to the recipe, they don’t blindly trust it. This is a failure of an analogy all around.
Xavier does not know the extent of Bianca’s relationship with her mother. Bianca specifically is living a lie at Nevermore. Her name isn’t even Bianca. I don’t think it’s fair to assign him blame of “leaving her” when a) Bianca lied about her home and personal life and b) has never met Bianca’s mother. If anything, he’s presuming she’d be happy because he would be happy if his absentee father had shown up.
Again, if Bianca purposely lied about her home life to be better than it was, how is that Xavier’s fault he believed her? His psychic ability isn’t mind reading.
I think Bianca looks shocked, but not “terrified.” Any fear Bianca may have is more about her lie being exposed than she is afraid of her mother. Further, since she has admitted to using her powers on him, how do we know she didn’t Siren him to ignore red flags in order to keep her secret? I can sympathise that Biance is getting away from a toxic situation, but why date someone while living a lie? What’s her endgame if she never plans on being honest?
He yanks her into the room for both their benefit as she’s not supposed to be in the boy’s dorm. They’d likely both get in trouble if she were caught. He didn’t invite her, and she could have tried to talk to him somewhere else at any other time. They both literally live on campus. Why is she coming to his room uninvited to go over an issue he’s already made clear was a deal breaker for him?
Bianca' s jealousy in that instance is her own issue. They're broken up and he's allowed to move on.
I do agree he shouldn’t have taken her to the dance and then sulked the whole time. He should have gone stag. I’m willing to give grace to a 16-year-old, however, for not perfectly handling every situation in his life with perfect maturity. It was a low stakes dance and in the big scheme of things of what Xavier has done vs what Bianca has done, I think Xavier comes out on top.
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Dangie Headcanons for my blog cuz I can’t shut up about them
- They share one braincell. You’ll find these bitches up at 2am air frying lunchables
- Angie is absolutely 100% the closet stealer. When Daniela gets new clothes- it’s THEIR new clothes.
- Which is ironic because Angie is the one who knows fashion, Daniela doesn’t know shit lmao she’ll walk into a conference wearing sweatpants.
- The way they dance together is very similar in style to west coast swing, although neither one of them learned how to dance.
- Angie is the spider killer. Daniela has crippling arachnophobia (all the Dimitrescu sisters do).
- After they became a thing, they’ve both began to noticeably drink less. They claim it’s because they spend more time on dates, but in reality it’s because they wanna live together for as long as possible.
- Daniela is the cook and learned all of Angie’s fave dishes from Donna.
- They absolutely communicate with extreme baby talk gibberish at random.
- Angie’s abandonment issues and massive anxieties never fully went away, but Daniela continues to work with her on them.
- Similarly Daniela’s feeling of inferiority and lack of individuality are being tended to by Angie.
- “Hello this is my ex-friend” “stop introducing me like that! She’s my girlfriend”
- Swap jewelry all the time, specifically necklaces. Angie’s necklace was originally her mothers, so it’s a special moment whenever she lets Daniela wear it.
- Call each other by their own last names sometimes (i.e. Daniela Beneviento and Angie Dimitrescu), but before Alcina started getting a fucking grip on being a mom, Daniela was seriously considering dropping the Dimitrescu name
- Angie is a switch but tends to favour bottom, strictly a little spoon though
- Hands. Just. Hands. They’ll play with each other’s hands, fiddle their fingers together, run the palms with the pads of their thumbs, actively search to hold each other’s hands, grip onto them instinctively- hands is their ultimate physical affection tool.
- Angie is laughably awful with a skateboard. Daniela likes to annoy her about it.
- They don’t do chores. They’ll wait for the last possible minute to finally give in and do it. They will wear the last clean pair of pants for as long as fucking possible before they do laundry.
- Snacks are hidden around the house. You could be talking with one of them and suddenly the other is getting up to grab protein bars out of a vase.
- Daniela is a middle of the bed sleeper and Angie tends to curl around the edge of the bed
- On the topic of that, Daniela is a deep sleeper and Angie is a really light sleeper. Yes, Angie has a lot of selfies and pics of her sleeping girlfriend.
- Matching pfps on everything! They also tend to put the stupidest pictures of the other as their phone wallpaper- and their nicknames for each other in their phones are also stupidly romantic.
- Their text history is the most entertaining thing to read. They’ll go back to read it pretty often, and screenshot their favourite parts.
- Angie is the aesthetic selfie sender and Daniela tends to reply with an in-the-moment unflattering selfie without a second thought.
- When Angie is actually focusing really hard on something, she makes this face that Daniela is just absolutely enthralled by. Like. Oh my god. That’s my girlfriend.
- Deeply protective of each other and possessive. Angie is definitely the more jealous one.
- Fun fact: originally Angie and Daniela’s routes were planned to take place and interconnect with a cat cafe plot. I still have a PNG of an Angie sprite where she’s holding a cat. Therefore they’re both cat people. Hands down.
#resident evil village#resident evil#resident lover#daniela dimitrescu#angie the doll#angie beneviento#dangie#headcannons
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I still need to finish full references for most of the characters in the Everyone Lives AU but I might as well infodump what I know about the FNaF 6 cast after the fire if anyone wants to read it.
Michael
So, Frailty's remnant logic. If you know you know, if you don't it basically means that he recovers really quickly because molten soul metal is a hell of a drug. Mike actually didn't start recovering until AFTER the fire, since most of his body was rotten to the point it would take forever. Then the fire burned the parts that were stopping the remnant from really working (as you may guess it did not burn as Henry had anticipated) and it really was a shock when Michael passed out in the middle of the floor in front of everyone because his lungs just completely reformed and he hadn't needed to breathe in so long he'd just forgotten.
After he fully recovered (basically he looks like a normal human being again), his eyes took on a silver tone instead of the previous gray-blue. A little nod to the Silver Eyes trilogy even if it's just me taking the name literally.
Honestly way too much of Mike's stuff here is just "yeah this is how having remnant in his bloodstream affects him", so last one: while ghosts just phase through most people, Michael's a solid object (usually ghosts can only physically interact with other ghosts/directly haunted objects). Also he's kinda stuck being 23 forever.
Michael really likes Mother Mother, his favorite album is O My Heart. This might seem random but just listen to Body and you'll probably get it.
Since this AU came from nostalgia from an ask blog I used to frequent, he figures out that the older animatronics are still out there and goes around collecting them one way or another.
Henry
Charlie kinda shoved his soul into Lefty. She refuses to elaborate why to him.
Henry's a bit upset that he's still here, but maybe that's a good thing since no one else seemed to die in the fire.
Charlie
Her main reason for shoving her dad into Lefty was that THIS being his solution to keep her there pissed her off. Before you get on me for mischaracterizing her, imagine trying to fall asleep, but whenever you're about to nod off something wakes you up again so you're just constantly cranky from being tired for a whole week. That's basically what it was like insider Lefty for her.
She was inside the Puppet for a week before leaving it, and most of that time was spent inside a cardboard box that Michael was about to put into recycling. Box is box and Charlie was tired.
Charlie can interact more with the physical world, unlike most ghosts (eg. picking objects up, having more choice in when she phases through things, etc.).
William
He's just completely out. Everyone else could at least move after the fire (although Mike did have one of his legs charred to the point it crumbled when he tried to walk on it), but he's in UCN right now. Elizabeth in CB had to carry him out of the building.
William does still twitch occasionally, so he's obviously not dead. To reduce suspicion from the house smelling like someone died inside, they keep him in the basement and check on him once in a while to see if he woke up.
Elizabeth and Circus Baby
I got a lot to say on Elizabeth, honestly the reason I made this post was because I thought about her a lot while drawing her and I didn't want to forget it. Eventually I just decided "screw it, this IS the main AU I think about anyways so why not give everyone who wants to know an intro?". I'll color the text as it corresponds to each (green for Liz, blue for CB).
Originally she planned on only staying at Michael's house until William woke up and they split off (not like she would tell him). Elizabeth only stayed longer because it became really apparent that he wasn't getting up for a long while and she didn't want to leave without William.
She died in 1987 shortly after the second Missing Childrens Incident, and hadn't actually left Circus Baby until after the fire. So she spent about 36 years with no break inside the 7-foot-tall robot, and was extremely used to that. Once she's out and herself again, Elizabeth is suddenly about 4 feet tall and feels completely different. The closest thing I think to how she'd feel is weak/defenseless.
Michael managed to tell Elizabeth that William full well knew that Circus Baby would kill her if she went near it because that's what she was created to do, even having an emergency override: he just didn't pay enough attention to use it in time. She does end up believing this but it left her in a situation where she just couldn't trust anyone in the house for a while. William was shown to not really care about her as much as she thought he did, and she still didn't trust Michael. Elizabeth didn't trust Henry or Charlie either, and the rest of the Funtimes kicked Circus Baby (and by extension her) out to survive on her own. Eventually she built enough trust with everyone but it really did take a while.
The original MCI kids and Evan show up eventually, and Elizabeth subconsciously would count them and only really interact closely with one at a time when it was just the two of them. It's a habit she picked up from her time in Circus Baby and I don't think it really ever left her. So Elizabeth looks really shy at first, but really she's just functioning off of something that she has for years.
Circus Baby is still Scrap Baby when it comes to looks, but still goes by her normal name.
She has the claw on her right arm but no actual reason to use it, so sometimes she'll clamp down on something and not let go just for fun. This annoys basically everyone else since occasionally it will be one of their arms.
CB and Elizabeth still get along really well. CB's the only one Elizabeth trusts during that time period where no one else seemed trustworthy.
Everyone just calls Circus Baby either by her full name or CB (like I did here sometimes). But no one under any circumstances calls her just Baby. More from their own preference.
Molten Freddy
The Funtimes (minus Circus Baby who is still exiled) aren't exactly Molten Freddy anymore. They separated into their different characters again but take their sweet time figuring out how to take a form other than just a blob again. They'll figure it out eventually.
By eventually, I mean when Michael finally caves and goes back to the bunker for their casings. If Circus Baby can do it and not get locked back in, there's no way he can't (I would not doubt that the remains of his previous internal organs are still there, but he wasn't thinking about that part).
They get really excited seeing some of the most mundane slice-of-life things. Mike's building a LEGO set since he hasn't had enough time to do so in a while? They're immediately over there watching. The Funtimes probably haven't seen vents that aren't large enough for a grown man to crawl through and are questioning about why they exist if not as a mode of quick transportation around the house.
The Rockstars
Not much about them, but there's some notable things about the Rockstars I wanted to put here to finish this post off.
Rockstar Freddy's fucking dead. I'm not even holding back, he overheated in the fire and no amount of repairs are going to bring him back (UCN reference lol).
All the surviving Rockstars have some pretty bad fire damage, but none of them really care about it. The nice part of not having as much of a programmed personality is that you don't care how you look quite as much.
With Freddy gone, Rockstar Bonnie and Foxy do vocals together. Despite their grouping being called the Rockstars they actually do more country songs than anything.
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fyrefrosts fnaf au hell#fnaf au#i find it funny how i can write whole paragraphs on everyone else but i have nothing to say on henry#like the man is the catalyst for the fire everyone survived here but i just completely draw a blank#i finished writing this at like 11:30 pm i think i'll post this and go to bed
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On the matter of this reddit post:
someone posted this:
For anyone that isn‘t aware of the story
A man sells his golden watch to buy his wife a comb for her long hair, and a woman cuts and sells her hair to buy him a watch chain, and THEY ARE HAPPY. None of them go "aCtUaLy I wanted a face cream", "And I told you I want a new tie! PURPLE one! PURPLE, WOMAN!!! CAN YOU SEE OR WHAT?".
I don‘t understand where the connection is
If you wanted to compare the story to the reddit post you would have to tell the story like this:
The man deliberately tells his wife to NOT SELL HER HAIR because he plans to sell his watch to buy her „a set of ornamental combs“*
And then wen he comes home to give her the set she has cut her hair to buy him a watch chain for the watch he told her he would sell.
Slightly taken aback he still gifts her the „set of ornamental combs“ because hair does regrow.
She asks him if he is disappointed because he isn’t vocally happy about the watch chain
He answers yes I am disappointed, I specifically asked you to do something and you didn‘t.
And now she is angry because he is an ungrateful piece of shit who wants to control her …
*(It wasn’t just a comb to comb her hair, it was a full set of hair jewelry)
They appreciate each other, because attention and love are more important than going full *insert Harry Potter character whose name I forgot* screaming "But I wanted 25 toys this year and not 20!".
Exactly, paying attention to what someone says, wen specifically asked is an important part of love :-)
But if we pull out the fairytales … don’t mind if I chime in
Cinderella’s father showered the step-sisters with gifts as he traveled, but Cinderella simply wanted “the first twig that brushes against [his] hat on [his] way home.” When her father returned she placed the twig on her mother’s grave and wept over it. Her tears watered the twig so that it grew into a beautiful tree. The tree watched over Cinderella as her mother had promised, sending white doves to her to watch over her and grant her wishes.
SOURCE
So by the logic of some peoples in regards to the AITA, bringing her a random ass stick is even better even though a random ass stick would not grow in to a dress making tree
Because a random ass stick is bigger and therefor better then a specific twig.
Because clearly daddy knows best … and the ungrateful brat should be happy she gets anything at all.
It is the thought that counts after all.
XD
Second story:
This one was recorded by John Rhys in Celtic Folklore, considered by him to be the most complete and representative of its type.
My original link no longer works, but this page here has the same version:
Now the long and short of the story is that:
Man meets supernatural maiden
Man falls for supernatural maiden
Man married supernatural maiden
The maiden's father gave her a dowry of as many sheep, cattle, goats and horses as she could count of each without drawing breath, and reminded the young man that if he ever struck her three times without cause then she would leave him forever and the dowry would be forfeit.
(… )
They were happy (…) but the wife continued to exhibit strange fairy behavior such as weeping at weddings (because marriage often brings trouble) and laughing at funerals (because death brings release from trouble).
At each instance of this her husband struck her a blow, not an angry or harmful one, but enough to break the terms of their marriage contract. Upon the third one she left him forever and took all their livestock back with her to the fairy realm. However, she did not completely abandon her sons.
I have known a variation of this story as long as I can remember
Man meets supernatural maiden
Man married supernatural maiden
Man is told specifically not to use a whip where she can hear it
Man uses a whip where she can hear it
She leaves
Though she comes back once a week on Sunday wen he is in church to do the chores and look after the children
Not good enough for him, so he takes mortal women
And ever since then, all the man in his family are born with a crippled foot …
And I hear you say, no fair you brought magic in to this
Well, you brought stories in to this and an artificial one at at that … barely a century old …
I brought stories in to this that have withstood the test of time for centuries, because they ring true for the experience of thousands and thousands of people …
The clash of cultures between people who are very specific about things and people who decide that they can interpret specific boundaries has been immortalized in countless stories.
Maybe it is time we remember these stories
Maybe it is time we remember
how hard seemingly small challenges can be, but how important they are to happiness.
how differently the same event, can be viewed.
how at times we fail to be fully present and aware of another’s feelings and needs.
Everyone has boundaries, it is NOT ON YOU to interpret them.
Vanilla in a chocolate cage might seem insignificant, same as using a whip where someone can hear it … but the issue is not the vanilla the issue is the breakdown of communication.
The issue is that:
She asked what he wanted
He said what he wanted, very specifically
She then decided to do what she deemed correct, interpreting what he wanted.
He ate the parts of the cake he actually wanted
She demanded to know if he was disappointed, in front of the children, instead of asking him later.
He gave her an honest answer
She din‘t like that.
Those are two people who do not fit together and will never fit together and who would be much much happier with different partners.
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Hi.
I am so fucking sorry if this is weird.
But I stumbled across ASC in one of my old SD cards and couldn’t resist seeing if you’d actually managed to finish that giant story - and apparently you did. Kudos to you.
When I first read ASC I was in a seriously (Siriusly, because that joke is obligatory at this point) bad place. COVID was still in its early stages, I was newly thirteen and had no idea who I was, my anxiety had reached a new high and my OCD ruled my life. I was literally scared to get out of bed and half the time I wouldn’t. I sanitized everything on sight and then some, and it still wasn’t enough to get rid of the crawling feeling inside me. I can now admit that I was depressed. And on top of that I was going through an identity/gender crisis and questioning my sexuality for the first time in my life, hating myself while at it - being an ally is one thing, but being an actual member of the LGBTQ+ community is quite another, especially when you live in an country where being gay isn’t even an option and your mother is homophobic af. Basically I was majorly fucked up.
ASC wasn’t some huge life-changing thing. It was just a random fanfic I found while scrolling through HP tags. I was intrigued, mostly, at this monster of a fic that was over two hundred chapters long, and since I was looking for free books at the time, I gave it a try. Finished the first thirty or so chapters in one sitting. And, once I got over my shock at the sex scenes (I’d never even been on a date and honestly my sexual awakening was partially triggered by this - I was like, ‘If the fact that these people shagged for hours straight, and my only concern is how possible it is to manage that position for any length of time, then I’m probably going to have to sit myself down for a soul-search’) and violent scenes (your mind is a terrifying place and I am sincerely thankful you aren’t planning world domination just yet) I was hooked.
I did comment every now and then, under varying pseudonyms - SavvySpirit was one, obviously. WarrioroftheWolves was another (thirteen-year-old me was obsessed with large predators, mainly since they were everything I wasn’t) and Raindrops & Flowers is quite possibly my least original name ever. There were a few other one-time names I can’t recall. But it was a brief respite in the craziness of ’20 and most of all it was something that was mine - to hold close to my heart, to hate when plot lines threw me for a loop, to cry over and giggle over and laugh over. I printed out the entire thing using my pocket money, in minuscule script and fitting eight pages per sheet, both sides. I think I reread that story at least twice a month - entire thing, back to back as I waited for the next time my parents would let me use the computer for longer than three minutes. I got attached to characters I barely gave second glances to. Viktor. Pansy. Dean. Padma. Mandy. Theo. Him especially, since I relate so much to him it almost hurts to see him hurt.
I stuck with ASC until around the time when Finn died and Ginny was put under bloodlust. I don’t remember exactly why I stopped checking for updates - maybe it was just a lack of time, maybe it was my refilling schedule coupled with my fear of humans. Maybe it was something deeper, who knows. But I stopped at one point and just reread (imo) the best bits every now and then.
I guess, story-wise, things got a little too real too fast for me. I’d known Cedric and Sirius was going to die, and Viktor’s death wasn’t as much of a shock as Finn’s was - because it was so unexpected and so out of the blue (I cried and screamed and cursed your name for thirty minutes straight after that last mo grá. Seriously, Breanie? You just had to go and ruin things just when they were getting good? I was looking forward to seeing Finn’s POV, and seeing them mature and fight over everything from Finn’s overprotectiveness coupled with Theo’s independence to shopping problems and flavours of ice cream, to see them go through troubles and overcome them both individually and as a couple. I was so freaking excited to see more of Tara and your take on a fairy realm, to see how Finn’s pseudo-immortality and Theo’s past demons would come into play. I wanted so much more development on Finn’s character, his flaws and quirks, his skeletons in the closet since we’d never really had his POV. I even had hopes of a storyline where Voldemort tries to get into Tara(because of the so-called immortality, duh) and gets horribly burned in the process. I wanted a Feo love child, dammit(Ciara would be such a cool aunt! And with the Weasleys and Blaise/Draco on one side of the family and Tiernan and the royal court on the other than kid would be the best protected, most spoilt kid in existence). I had hopes, Breanie. Dreams. And you destroyed them all with that single scene.) and so. Fucking. Tragic. And like ten chapters later you put Ginny under bloodlust where she hates Harry and wants to kill him (this was a seriously fucked up idea and I applaud your imagination. And sincerely hope you never become a investigator, because that would be scary.) and I read this bit with my heart in my throat because even if I don’t really like book or movie Hinny(Ginny seems too much of a side character and has so little personality, as I’m sure you know) but I adore fandom Hinny and YOU ARE NOT GOING TO RUIN YET ANOTHER OF MY FAVOURITE SHIPS IN THIS FIC DAMMIT but I chickened out and never read past that to see if she got cured. She did, right? She’s not dying slowly from poison in her bloodstream or anything? Right? Don’t correct me if I’m wrong though, I prefer to remain oblivious and happy in a world where nobody dies and everybody gets therapy.
But anyway, the point of me spilling my life story to you here was to thank you. You may not have intentionally made this fic for me, but it was a lot more effective than most of my therapy sessions since I could get my thoughts and feelings out in a roundabout way. ASC may not be a major part of my life currently, but it’s still a large part of who I am, and I am indebted to you for making this safe space. I turned fifteen and came out as panromantic/asexual. I turned sixteen and came out as a demigirl. I have career aspirations and I’m actually working on them. I’m working on long-term plans, which I never could’ve imagined having three years ago. And though I lost hearing in one ear last month, I didn’t consider ending things, not even once. Still haven’t. I have midterms but I’m not stressing myself to the max over them, and I actually have a social life now. And it’s not all completely thanks to you, but there is still a large part of my sanity that owes itself entirely to the fanfiction writers of 2020. And a slice of that pie is yours. So - thank you. For everything. You’re a truly gifted writer.
And before I forget - does Theo like, ever get closure? Hypothetically the fae have realm glasses. Which might come into use. Can fae get reborn? Just asking.
And does Zee ever date again? Like - I know Sirius was her person, but when the kids get older and she grows older…
One more question: how does someone like Delta turn out to be evil?! She was so freaking supportive when Hermione was researching human rights. Another question: Blaise survives, right? Because that guy is a riot. And another: I reread chapters 200-272 for this and realized that Finn just randomly carries around a pair of golden handcuffs? Like what was the story behind that. Did he get cornered one day and decide that ‘henceforth, I shall carry handcuffs’? And Crouch’s ‘wives’…do Millie and Hestia ever escape? My last random question: whatever happened to Arnold the Pygmy Puff?
Also is there any way I can send you a virtual fruit basket?
Hi, @savvyspirit
Wow! Thank you very much for sharing so much for me. I'm honoured my story had such a profound impact on you personally. Good for you for being honest and open with yourself about who you are. Nothing is more important. Thank you so much for sharing that my story helped you in a roundabout way. That's very cool to hear.
I understand that the story took a darker turn and did get too real too fast, but I do hope you go back to it now that it's complete and now that I'm finishing up the trilogy. Harry and Ginny are definitely getting their happy ending, that I can promise.
Finn was an important part of Theo's life and an important part of the story, but unfortunately he wasn't who Theo was meant to spend his life with. That's someone else and if you keep reading, I promise you'll see him much happier than he ever was with Finn. Yes, he does get closure. As to Zee, well... yes, she does find love (you have to keep reading to find out). Delta aka Belladonna was a lot of fun to have be evil the whole time and you learn more about her how and why as the story goes on. Blaise does survive and we get to know more about him too. Finn carried around handcuffs because he was part of the Royal Guard of Tara. Millie and Hestia do survive. Arnold is still around, promise.
Ha, as to a virtual fruit basket -- I'll take those in story reviews on Ao3 or ff.net please and thanks.
Thank you very much for sharing this with me and I sincerely hope you delve back into the world of ASC because I really do think it's worth it. Thank you!
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🌀,🌤️,and 🌈 please!
🌀 Post the pitch for a game you’re working on
I have to cheat a little for this one because my games are currently either done or such vague ideas that I can't even pitch them properly.
But let's talk about Bunny, We Bought a Dungeon, which Jasmin Neitzel and me actually wrote first before we hacked it into Dolly, We Bought a Dream House.
Here's the pitch: You're a group of anthropomorphic bunnies who have bought a dungeon to move in there together. As you narrate the exploration and renovation of the dungeon, you draw a map of it together.
Mechanically, we're calling it a GM-less OSR story game. We're using OSR elements like dice drops, random roll tables, and of course a classic fantasy dungeon setting and combine them with GM-less story mechanics, action rolls inspired by Lasers & Feelings (but not exactly like L&F), and the idea that dungeons can also be homes.
We've already published it in German earlier this year and I've recently translated it into English and will release it tomorrow at the latest.
🌤️ Share your favorite mechanic from a game you’re working on
Same disclaimer as above. So let's talk about something I've already published! I'm still proud of my supplement Alternative Crowns of the Queen for Brindlewood Bay.
As in the original game, it's a set of narrative prompts that allow more insight into the characters' backstory and current life outside of investigating murders and supernatural conspiracies (you use them to bump up a roll one level). And as in the original game, they're meant to show the Murder Mavens "as a woman."
However, my Crowns of the Queen cover a lot more ground than the ones in the original because a senior woman's life of course contains many other relevant aspects than being a daughter, mother, or wife/romantic partner (which is what the original game focuses on). Therefore, my Crowns offer you prompts about bodies, aging, and health, female solidarity and friendship, professional successes and failures, and of course an option to tell a coming-out story.
(In case anyone reading along is wondering: Yes, I absolutely think asking questions/giving narrative prompts is a proper game mechanic just as much as rolling dice or drawing cards or ticking boxes on a sheet is.)
🌈 Share your favourite class/playbook from one of your games (name the game, or let me choose)
So far, I only have one game that has something resembling playbooks, so we're talking about my Firebrands game Miss Bernburg's Finishing School for Young Ladies here. It's set in an all-girl upper-class boarding school in the 1950s (located in Western Europe or North America).
It has three cliques to choose from, which function as character archetypes more than social circles: Homemakers, Bookworms, and Rebels (the latter may be renamed in the translation of the second edition I'm planning for sometime in the future). You get a short flavor text, a list of attractive characteristics to choose three from, and some name suggestions. There are further character questions to answer, such as items they've put on display or keep hidden in their dorm rooms (those are partly different in the first and second edition of the game).
I always enjoy playing a Homemaker (or seeing them played) because there's so much variety you can bring to this type of Young Lady. You can play her as a naive, down-to-earth person who just enjoys traditionally female activities and responsibilities. Or you can play her as a charmingly manipulative person who sees this role as the best opportunity to at least have some social and political influence in her life. Or you can play her as someone who aims to use a facade of respectability to create space for a relatively unbothered queer life on the side. Or maybe she's just waiting for someone to nudge her out of her conformist comfort zone and discover a curious or rebellious streak?
As always, we play to find out, and the Homemakers nearly always have some of the most interesting story arcs I've played and witnessed in this game. (Ask me again and I will tell you the same thing about the other two cliques, though!)
(Cover illustration by Christiane Ebrecht)
Thanks for asking! 💖
#my games#plotbunny games#ttrpg design#ask me stuff#bunny we bought a dungeon#alternative crowns of the queen#brindlewood bay#miss bernburg's finishing school for young ladies#fräulein bernburgs pensionat für junge damen
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Mega Brand Q&A with Hajime Kanzaka 7/2013 to 11/2013, translated
It looks like these were missed, and there are a few from 2012 and 2011 as well that I will post tomorrow hopefully, and then there are a few months where none of the questions related to Slayers but random stuff like what sort of foods HK likes and if someone else wants to tackle those, be my guest :-)
As for this one, find out how Lina started fighting bandits! Good material for a fanfic if I ever get around to tackling her origins, lol.
11/2013
No Slayers stuff. Check out the link in the date if you like.
10/2013
Q: I was listening to the second episode of the returning Slayers EX.2, "The Zelgadis Remodeling Project," and I was thinking. I have a feeling that by adding the idea of making a copy of Zel and the idea of adding human elements to Zel, and then adding a copy of Zel (the human part) to Zel, I can get 99.9% of Zel's body. Is this an evil method? When I first heard about this, I thought Lina was going to suggest this method. ......
KANZAKA: "The first problem is whether it is technically possible to make a copy of only the human part of Zel, and even if it were possible, it would not be possible to make a copy of only the human part of Zel. Even if it were possible, Zel, who would be as close to human as possible, would have to wonder, "Am I the original Zelgadis or the copied Zelgadis?
Q: In "The Ghosts of Sairaag," why was Eris, pretending to be a bounty hunter, persistently chasing after Zel when her number one objective was Lina? If she knew that Lina, Gourry, and Zel were going to gather in Sairaag, wouldn't it have been better to wait for them in Sairaag with Copy Rezo? Or was it that Eris was more recognized by Rezo for her magic than Zel, but her name wasn't as well known?
She defeated Lina Inverse, who defeated the Red Priest, and even Zelgadis the White (of the actual force)!" Was this to add even more glory to her name?
KANZAKA: "As for Eris, she was ultimately going to take revenge on all the members who killed Rezo. I think she decided to go after Zel who 'betrayed Rezo' first."
Q: Don't gods create subordinates like demons? "Or can't they?"
KANZAKA: This is the same as demons, it depends on their personality. When Ceifeed was about to perish, he hurriedly created four dragon kings as a countermeasure, but. However, each of them does not seem to be creating their own tribes at present. However, some of the other god clans in other worlds may have mass-produced their own subordinates.
9/2013
Q: In Slayers vs. Orphen, Naga hides her identity from Amelia, because she doesn't want her family to know she's dressed like that? I heard that her mother hid it too.
KANZAKA: "As for Naga, I think he wanted to hide his true identity. The reason for that is that Naga thinks 'it's cooler that way.'"
Q: Is Dynast still diminished in strength? Or will it recover with time?
KANZAKA: "I think he will regain some power after a long, long time."
Q: Lina was getting a lot of suspicion from the Mage Church for her report about the incident with Fibrizo. I think Amelia is royalty and I think she is very trustworthy. If it wasn't accepted, I think Lina would have gone ballistic.
KANZAKA: "In the first place, at that time, the existence of the Demon King and his accomplices was not confirmed by the Sorcerers Guild. Even if they reported that they had defeated an unidentified one, they would not have thought of a way to confirm it. They probably just thought that they had defeated the first monster that was deceiving them about the name of the big demon tribe."
08/2013
The first question is about a new Gundam movie and whether HK plans to see it, which he does. It’s long and I don’t feel like spending time on it, lol. Feel free to check out the link on the date if you do though!
Q: I heard that Luke was able to use the art of storing spells in objects when he met Lina, but if that is the case, did Luke create the sword that he used at first to activate the magical wind and the Sword of Absorption (Sticky Sword)? It's hard to imagine that he happen to own a number of swords that resemble Luke's fighting style to that extent.
KANZAKA: "To some extent, they were acquired by chance. It's more like Luke adjusted his spells in response."
Q: When Rezo said, "Do you want some help?” if Zel had said to Rezo, "No, I don’t need your help." Would Rezo have given up and looked for someone else, and Zel would have continued to lead an ordinary life in human form, never meeting Lina and the others or fighting the Demon King?
KANZAKA: "As for Rezo, I think he would have created a situation where Zel could have easily said, 'Yes' but I don't think he completely forced him to do so. The reason for this is not because they are relatives, but because Rezo himself is not the type to completely force himself on anyone."
07/2013
Q: Do you think Gourry of Slayers has love for his hometown?
KANZAKA: "Of course he is nostalgic for his hometown as much as anyone else, but I don't think he has reached the level of love for his hometown.（He may have disliked his own home (because of the family feud over the Sword of Light), but I don't think he even disliked the land where he lived."
Q: What did Zel think of his hair that grew to the same side as Rezo's?
KANZAKA: "He must have thought it was a great hindrance when he was working in forested areas."
Q: Lina is well known throughout the world as the "Bandit Killer," but she started her journey at the age of 13, and was 15 when she met Gourry. The fact that the name "Bandit Killer" was already well-known during the Specials period means that she started being called "Bandit Killer" rather soon after she started her travels. What was it that made Lina start bullying bandits? Also, being a genius mage alone, was Lina able to fight her first real battle with ease?
KANZAKA: "Let's put aside age: ...... At first, she was just going to take a request as a normal job and head out to exterminate bandits. (But she must have gotten a taste for it because it was more efficient (defeating bandits and collecting their treasures) than receiving a reward for doing the job.)
By the way, my impression at the first battle was, 'Oh, this is much easier than dealing with my sister.’
#the slayers#mega brand#megabura#q&a#hajime kanzaka#lina inverse#gourry gabriev#naga the serpent#rezo the red priest#zelgadis greywords#sorcerer's guild#dynast grausherra#eris (slayers)#slayers translations
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Okay quick warning, if you have started watching The Mentalist for the first time DO NOT READ THIS POST!! I'm serious, don't read it. I have some thoughts and feelings about the conclusion of the Red John stuff and while I try to stay spoiler free I still spoil stuff.
Please do not read this post if you have just started to watch this show or plan on watching it!!! Do yourself a favor and keep the mystery!!!
Okay if you hit the read more then you've agreed to spoilers. From here on out it's not my fault if you get spoiled. I did my best.
This might be mildly incoherent but bear with me there are a lot of thoughts and feelings running through my head concerning 6x08 and the finale of the Red John arc.
Mostly I'm just sobbing tbh. This whole episode has me sobbing for so many reasons. There are four main things I wanna rant about though and the are the house, the couch, the tea cup, and CBI.
Why am I sobbing about these random things? Because these random things are all that Jane has left in his life and over the course of two episodes he loses every single one of them. Some of these things are bigger than others and to Jane, they don't mean much in the moment. He knows who and where Red John is and that’s all that matter to him. The culmination of 10 years of fighting and searching. 10 years of doing anything he had to do. Anything. All in the name of avenging the deaths of his wife and daughter. So if he loses a few possessions in the process then it'll be worth it to him because all that matters is Red John.
But to me (And to a future more at peace Patrick Jane)? These things are important. So so important. And I definitely cried at the loss of each one. No wonder I never kept watching when this originally aired. I was devastated and emotionally wrecked rewatching it now.
First his house. His Malibu house where he lived with Angela and Charlotte. Give a second here I'm emotional about this damn house. Jane had been staying in this house in season 1, sleeping on a mattress on the floor in the room where Red John murdered his family and painted that smiley face on the wall. Now he's returned to confront the killer but first he steps into that room again, looks at the smile in faded red, takes several deep breaths and leaves to prepare. He thought this would be the end, that he'd face Red John here in his family's home but instead he is only able to narrow his list to 3 and then the explosion happens. I know it's just the smaller guest house behind his main house and the main house is untouched but this is his family's home and a part of it has been blown up. That's significant.
Next, the couch and the teacup. My god, the fucking couch and teacup!!!! How did I get so fucking attached to two random objects! God damn you Patrick Jane! They're so close to the end, so close to RJ when the FBI comes in and takes it all away. They roll away the couch in front of him and then some idiot knocks into Jane and he drops his cup on the floor and it shatters and SO DID MY HEART!!!!
Finally the CBI. And I don't just mean the job. I mean the building he basically lives in and the team who has become his family.
Jane's final confrontation with Red John. Holy mother of fuck. I have feelings. I'm not gonna talk about any of the typical stuff like pay off and satisfaction and blah blah blah. I'm not even gonna talk about the chase or their talk in the church or the fact that he ran past the graves of his wife and daughter to get to Red John.
No, I'm here to talk about this:
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Simon Baker is a fucking amazing actor. There are so many tiny things he does that just end me on sight. The way he takes several long deep breaths to steady himself and prepare himself for this moment as he approaches a down RJ. When he takes RK by the throat and asks him if he was sorry he killed Angela and Charlotte, the strain in his voice and the tears on his face straight up murdered me and I sobbed. But then….the he starts to squeeze and all we see is this. Look at the emotions rolling through him as he chokes the life out of the man who destroyed everything that was good in his life, who destroyed him. There's no music in this scene. We don't see Red John's face at all. All we have is the noises of him choking and Jane's expressions. The anger, the grief, the hatred, the sadness all roll through him only to end with the release of a gasp and breathe as Red John takes his final one.
And while we're at it let's talk about this:
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Jeezus fucking christ. I mean it's not a secret that Patrick Jane has very little regards to his own life and has been borderline suicidal this whole time but this moment right here makes it canon and obvious. Jane was 100% going to kill himself at this moment and has most likely always planned on taking his own life after he killed Red John. If it wasn't for his need for revenge keeping him going he probably would have killed himself a long time ago. But here, the deed is done. He's completed his mission and avenged his family. He raises the gun to end his life because what does he have to live for now? He has nothing left. But he stops. He puts the gun down and he picks up the phone instead and he calls Lisbon. He calls Lisbon to tell her it's done and that he's okay because he remembers that she cares about him, she worries about him. He can't leave her. He can't hurt her. If he died she'd be devastated and he can't do that to her. So he lives. For her. He doesn't pull the trigger and instead he runs.
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Jane runs off to Lisbon's car and shouts "Thanks guys" as he drives away and that seems small for what they just did but you can tell, you can see it in his face and hear it in his voice that what they just did meant the world to him.
#the mentalist spoilers#the mentalist#patrick jane#meta#mod rambles about her favs#mod post#the mentalist meta#spoilers#mentalist spoilers
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Fearsome Five Next Gen AU
I’ve had an DWD AU rattling around in my head for a while where in the future a new Fearsome Five forms with the descendants of the original group. This is a run down of the characters so far (bare with me, some are more developed than others).
MegaByte (Tessa Sputtershock)
Parents: Megavolt and Lexi (biological)
Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Bi
Species: Rat/Opossum hybrid
Age: 15
Powers: Inherited Megavolt’s electrical powers, however instead of stealing light bulbs she uses them to hack and manipulate machinery. Also controls an army of electric-powered robotic rats she designed/created herself.
Weaknesses: Much like her father, water is the easiest way to take Tessa down. She is also quite inexperienced with her powers and tends to get over emotional.
Personality: Geeky, scatterbrained, awkward, tech savvy, sensitive, insecure, shy
Appearance: Physically Tessa is more rat-like similar to Megs but has grey fur/white hair like her mother. Quite tall and rather scrawny. Her villain outfit generally consists of a black tank top, yellow combat trousers, purple boots, gloves and goggles. Like Megavolt she wears a battery pack but hers is fashioned after a square battery. Her hair is rather choppy and often worn in a short ponytail.
Random facts:
-Megavolt’s powers were passed down to her, however they didn’t properly manifest until her early teens. She hasn’t quite gotten the hang of controlling them yet.
-She tends to spark randomly whenever experiencing strong emotions
-She’s easily spooked and rather skittish
-Has a sister-like relationship with Quackerjack’s daughter, Harleen.
-She speaks with a mix of British and American slang, often in the same sentence.
-Her main robo-rat companion is named Sebastian (shout out to anyone who gets the reference 😉)
-She has very poor eyesight and needs glasses.
-Has a personal grudge against Quiverwing Quack.
Harley Quack (Harleen Quackson)
Parents: Quackerjack (adopted)
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Lesbian
Species: Duck
Age: 17 (same age as Gosalyn in this timeline)
Powers: Has no physical powers, but is an exceedingly skilled gymnast. Also very experienced with an array of weapons. The absolute best at disguises. Very convincing actress.
Weaknesses: Her cockiness can lead her to making rash decisions. She also tends to run into situations without a plan.
Personality: Talkative, sassy, fearless, girly, outgoing, energetic
Appearance: Slightly shorter than Tessa. She has a rather muscular build due to being athletic. Her main outfit is similar to Harley Quinn’s gold dungaree outfit in Birds Of Prey, but in a more pastel colour palette. Has split-dyed pastel blue and pink hair.
Random facts:
-Quackerjack’s adopted her when she was seven.
-She’s a very skilled weapon/trap builder, having been taught by Quackerjack from a young age.
-Makes all her own costumes.
-STRONG. Seriously, she could carry the entire fearsome next gen if she wanted to.
-Has an unsettling obsession with horror stories.
-She can be a bit snobby, especially in regards to fashion.
-Good friends with Tessa since they’re a similar age and basically grew up together.
-Has a one-sided crush on QuiverWing Quack and often flirts with her during their encounters.
-She’s really good at pulling off different accents.
-Considers Megavolt her second dad, but refers to him as ‘Mega Mom’ just to wind him up.
Buster Flud
Parents: Bud Flud and an unnamed mother (biological)
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Unspecified
Species: Canine
Age: 20
Powers: He can con his way out of anything, a very smooth talker, street savvy, great strategist
Weaknesses: Physically he’s not a good fighter, usually choosing to stand back and observe from afar.
Personality: Controlling, persuasive, distrustful, rebellious, bossy.
Appearance: I don’t have a fixed design for him yet, but in contrast to pre-mutated Liquidator’s formal style Buster has a more punky, rock-influenced look.
Random facts:
-He has a very strained relationship with his parents, especially Liquidator.
-Budding musician. He’s been trying to put a band together since he was a teen but no one can put up with his control freak tendencies.
-He’s been conning people ever since he was a kid.
-Has been put in juvy more times than all the other next gen villains combined.
-His parents wanted him to go to business school.
-He comes up with a lot of the group’s plans.
-Absolute compulsive shopper. He can go to the mall without coming home with at least five new band T-shirts.
NegaGos (Goslynnda Mallard)
Parents: NegaDuck and NegaLaunchpad (adopted)
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: AroAce
Species: Duck
Age: 17
Powers: NegaGos’s power lies in her deceptiveness, she looks sweet and innocent but can turn into a nasty psycho in an instant. Tiny but mighty, she can wield weapons with just as much confidence as Negaduck.
Weaknesses: Doesn’t like being called by her full name (only NegaGos is acceptable). She struggles with her morals.
Personality: Manipulative, vicious, deceptive, cold, teasing.
Appearance: Not too different from her cannon design, however obviously older. Her outfit is also full-on creepy pastel goth aesthetic. Think skull hair clips, striped tights, bows, etc.
Random Facts:
-Once Negaduck was gone, Gos went off the deep end. She wanted to do him proud, so became a vicious criminal despite her conflicting feelings.
-She has a soft spot for animals but keeps it a secret from the rest of the gang.
-She’s more diplomatic than Negaduck when it comes to the gang, but can be just as cruel if provoked.
-Wields a chainsaw similar to the one used by Juliet Starling in Lollipop Chainsaw (It was a custom made by Harleen).
-After everything that’s happened she’s come to despise the Negaverse and spends most of her time in the primeverse.
Vinez (Vincent ‘Vinnie’ Bushroot)
Parents: Bushroot (creator)
Pronouns: They/Them
Sexuality: Pan/Ace
Species: Mutant plant duck
Age: Physically only around 2-3 years old, mentally a teenager (being a plant he ages differently)
Powers: Like his creator he has the ability to control plant life, however he specialises more in poisonous plants.
Weaknesses: Weed killer, buzzsaws, fire, basically anything that can kill a plant.
Personality: Quiet, brooding, moody, solitary.
Appearance: Like Buster I don’t have an official design finalised for him yet, but I’m thinking a rather dark colour palette in contrast to Bushroot.
Random facts:
-Created by Bushroot by accident.
-Going through a constant emo phase.
-Very reserved and quiet, but has a sweet, caring personality.
-He uses a lot of dark and self-depreciative humor. The others are rightfully concerned about this.
-Not really that interested in being a criminal, he just does so to fit in with his peer group.
-Has a crush on Tessa (she is unaware).
-Has a nice singing voice.
-Bushroot is a bit of a over-protective helicopter parent, which gets on Vince’s nerves.
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🎮🐶💻🎧💯
🎮 — favorite video game(s)?
I fucking LOVE the Jak and Daxter games. Exept that one which shall not be named because it is not Jak and Daxter. I first played the third, then the second, then Jak X, and THEN the first one rofl
I also absolutely adore WildStar (press F to pay respects), it had such a stunning combination of whimsy, fantasy, and grime, with a sprinkle of vibrant horror. And I have yet to find a game with as fun of a player housing system or building things in general, people m ade some of the most phenomenal shit like, entire cities. It was my favourite part of the game-- kinda what I spent most of my time there on wHOOPS.
I'm also a big fan of World of Warcraft but I've not played it in over a year now. Been missing it something awful lately and it's caused some internal arguments.
🐶 — any pets?
At my apartment my roommates have two cats, Phil and Steve; phil is a sweet lil brown tabby who's on the skittish side, and steve is a most clever and handsome orange + white tabby.
My cats Nicodemus and Delilah (Nicky being a Very large and lovey dovey black cat and Delilah a very conniving but precious little black n white kitty), and my dog Elorah who is a husky-catahoula mix, all live with my mother and stepdad, and they also have an albino corn snake that everyone but me calls Salazar. I call it Cupcake. Have since day one. Nobody was on board.
I'm planning in the near future for a creepy crawly pet. The original plan was for a rose haired tarantula but the terrarium I managed to get isn't ideal for a ground spider. So I'm going to be on the look out soon for some other litol creachers. Once I do have a spider though, I'm naming it Puppy.
💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!
Oh man I am bad at math..... A lot! I've made all kinds of acquaintances, and a few folks I'm getting familiar with enough to chat with much easy-like. :D to name some:
@beenwaitingtoolong is my homie G, we yowl at each other all the time and she sends me some dope memes n viddyas n music 👌
@kamchatkatraitor and I have schemed and plotted some together, and I appreciate her resolve to reach out to others.
AND YOU @smalltownbcy, you and I too are schemesters and memesters, I am Loving Mike and Dustin's tomfoolery and misery alike. You've nspired me to get back into doodling like I used to, and if you'd permit i would like to draw the boys and their nonsense.
🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?
Ooooooo I need my AMBIENCE. If I'm rping or otherwise writing stories, planning games/worldbuilding, drawing... I'm probably listening to whatever song particular I feel at the time has the right vibes. Possibly on repeat, or a few I cycle through over and over. Dustin's playlist is on any time I'm writing him. I usually also need just, in general, some kind of background noise of both audio and visual, so the TV is on often too. Silence is how we find the heavy metal mariachi bands.
💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you.
01 : I worked as an actor in haunted houses starting from age 16 til roughly age 21, and did amateur theatre prior, during, and afterwards. I'd love to get back into theater, but I reeaaally want to voice act. If I don't get to either voice act, OR play Judge Frollo in a stage adaptation of the Hunchback of Notre Dame, I WILL finish the job on that fuckin church 🔥🪓👀
02 : I am an amateur scientist. My favourite fields to study are entomology, genetics, microbiology/pathology, and psychology. I want to know everything. Some things I study because they're special interests, some I study to better understand my own self and conditions, and be able to help others with similar struggles as me. All I want in life is to learn, help others, and make good food at a warm hearth, with all the comforts of home. And a lotta moths.
03 : My synesthesia causes vivid imagery and motion from music very frequently, it's a HUGE boost in my motivation and muse. I'd like to some day do animated depictions of what I see when listening to certain songs. This is also why I do better creatively while listening to music. It also makes me hate a lot of other noises. 🙃 and the number 5 needs to stop laughing already.
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The Diary of Crystal the Human (An Adventure Time Fanfic)
God this one is so old. I really need to write another fic based on this universe. I miss it. Never finished this story. Had fun writing it though. I did the “writing in a diary” way of story telling... Ah, to be young.
Fanfiction - Such an old fic I never bothered putting it on AO3 and Wattpad
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CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINING PART ONE
Dear Anybody,
Let me set this strait. This is not a diary it's called a journal. Got it- good. And I'm only writing this incase I don't survive this insane old guy. Anyway let me start from when I decided to run away from home.
You see I live in this village we like to call The Village (I know. It's such an original name. *Eye roll*) that is in the middle of this huge evergreen forest clearing. All of the buildings are made from the surrounding trees that were built hundreds of years ago, maybe even after the Great Mushroom War. I'm not sure though, history was never my strong suit in school.
The houses all look the same, with their wooden one-story walls and drafty rafters, with nothing to look outside with. The only building that didn't look like the others was the schoolhouse. It had a giant bell on top of it and it had three floors to it, all with windows. The first floor holds kindergarten to fourth grade, the second floor holds fifth grade to eighth grade, and the last floor holds the ninth grade to twelfth grade.
Not long ago I graduated from high school. I was so proud of myself because I had big plans. I wanted to be an adventurer, to see beyond my quaint little village and see new amazing things. The night I graduated was when I told my father my dream. It was the biggest mistake I ever made.
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"What!" he bellowed, "My daughter will do no such thing!"
"Why," I asked surprised by his out burst.
" Your engaged-"
Know it was my turn to shriek in protest, "What! Since when!"
"Since your birth. Before your mother died," he said softly before he lowered his head in sadness.
I lowered my head as well knowing very well how much dad misses her, but I couldn't let that fact stop me from getting an answer.
"What gives you the right to tell me who I marry," I demanded quietly.
"Because I am your father and I want you to be safe and close."
"But I'm only seventeen, who would you have marry me," I growled.
He crossed his meaty arms over his burly chest, "Weevil."
"What!" I shrieked, "That rat faced jackass! He's twenty years older than me!"
"And a friend of the family."
"But I don't even like him let alone love him!"
"Don't worry, you'll eventually grow to love him," he soothed.
***
I couldn't believe what I heard my own father say, each word was like a blunt knife forcing its way into my beating heart. Why was he able to fall in love with my mother? Why couldn't I find love like he did? Why did it have to be that stuck up jerk? I was so infuriated by what he said that I ran to my room ending the conversation.
For hours I stayed up ranting to myself about how unfair this was. Asking myself why mom would approve of this. Kicking random objects on the wooden floor of my room. Until I finally just collapsed on my bed from emotional exhaustion. What happened next is a little fuzzy and I don't remember it all so bear with me.
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I was in a white dress that trailed on behind me forever, my shoulder length blond hair was out of its usual ponytail. In my hands was a bouquet of red roses that were dripping blood onto my white-gloved hands. I started to walk forward with no control over my legs while I heard a pipe organ play the wedding march Here Comes the Bride. To my sides I saw people everywhere standing up. Every one of them faceless, they were nothing but white masks. In front of me I saw whom I was walking towards. Weevil was at the alter wearing a black tuxedo, my father was behind said alter with a book in his hand. I tried to run away, scream, anything but I couldn't. I had no control over my body as I walked closer to the beady eyed, rat faced creep.
When I was standing by his side my father said, "Do you Weevil take my daughter to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," he said in his squeaky voice.
My father turned to me, "And do you Crystal take Weevil to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," the words slipped past my lips before I could bight my tongue.
"I know pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Again my body moved against my will as I turned toward the rat man. As Weevil came closer to me, my eyes closed on their own accord and I started leaning in. Finally my panic was so great that I was able to scream out, "I don't want to marry him!"
"Then don't marry him," said a deep smooth voice.
I was able to open my eyes; in front of me was an eight foot golden owl. My surroundings turned into a starry night and I was in my green tank top and blue jeans again.
"Don't marry him, go be an adventurer," he said again.
"I heard you the first time… Sir. But how do you expect me to do that, hmmm?"
"Running away seems to be a good option," the owl shrugged his wings.
"Yah, well who or were am I going to go to if I do decide to run away."
"Head north until you come across a crossroad on your travels," he pointed to a picture in the sky that looked like the part of the forest where my house was built by.
Then he flew right in front of my face and said in a creepy voice, "Now, wake up!"
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I flew strait up in bed from the shock then I breathed a sigh of relieve. That's when I made my decision I was going to control my own destine and nobody was going to stop me. I lit the candle by my bed and got my green backpack from under my bed. I stuffed it with an extra shirt and pants, a thick brown winter sweeter, my knife, canteen, and compass. Then I threw my leather bound notebook, an inkwell and a dipping pin in to my bag. Slinging the pack over my shoulder I silently crept through the dark house so I didn't wake up my father in the room across from my own.
When I finally made it outside I noticed that it was gray signaling dawns arrival. I fished into my backpack for the compass; in the dim light of early morning I saw the compass needle, point north. Right into the direction the strange owl pointed me to in my dream. I ran to the edge of the forest hesitating for only a second, remembering all of the stories my father told me of people going into the evergreen forest but never coming back. Then I plunged into the foliage knowing that whether I was attacked by rainicorns or not I was never coming back anyways.
I stomped through the forest at a speed walking pace never letting up and always following the compass north. I went up and down steep hills; I jumped across very narrow but deep chasms, I swam across a river, naked (because it would be stupid to get your clothes and shoes wet) and I trudged through a great deal of the forest. By the time it was after mid day I was starving. But I was lucky because not far ahead I saw a raspberry bush filled with red, rip, and juicy berries. I rushed towards it saliva accidentally escaping my mouth. When I finally had a hand full of them in my mouth they were amazingly sweet, each berry exploding in my mouth with flavor and juice. I've had raspberries before but they were never this amazingly delicious.
While I was eating I noticed something strange. I saw a butterfly, now I've seen butterflies before but this one had human skulls on its wings. And when I reached out to touch it, it turned around. Instead of seeing the usual black stick like body of a butterfly I saw a miniature human skeleton holding a raspberry, its face dripping with its juices. From surprise and horror I jumped back with a self-stifled scream and I fell down on my butt. The skeletal butterfly flew inches from my face said something to me in an unknown angry squirrel like chatter while it shook its tinny fist in my face. Then it flew off with a huff still carrying the raspberry. I watched it dumfound as it flew from sight. Still staring I stood up and brushed myself off. Quickly I grabbed a hand full of raspberries and then I walked shakily away from the bush.
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Not thirty minutes after that little incident I found my crossroad. Literally, I came across a dirt road. It looked well worn and used by a lot of people. Getting excited that this was what that owl guy meant I started to walk on the road heading toward were the sun would set that day. I was so happy that I was on this adventure, that I saw something new and that I will never have to marry that rat. I started to sing.
I was walking along, mindin' my business
when out of the orange colored sky!
Flash!
Bam
Ali-ca-zam
wonderful you came by
I was hummin' a tune
drinkin' in sunshine
when out of that orange colored view
Wham
Bam
Ali-ca-zam
I got'a look at you
Then suddenly I felt a pain on the back of my head and everything went black.
I woke up first noticing how cold I was, the air the floor, it was like I was sleeping in the belly of an iceberg. Then I noticed the chit chatting of womanly voices. When I tried to sit up pain split through my head like a lightning bolt and a groan escaped my lips. Then the room went quiet.
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"Oh my glob look she's getting up," stated a deep diva voice.
"Yes we can see that LSP," said a sweet voice.
***
Someone was gently pushing me back down on to my back. When my head was placed back on to my backpack I looked up to see a woman. She was wearing glasses, brown hair pulled back into pigtails with a jewel hanging from her forehead and wearing what looked like a button up lab coat over an orange sweater dress. And she had a strange green complexion to her skin.
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"Don't get up too fast, that hit to the head that the Ice King gave you was pretty bad. Wait awhile before you try again," she said in a light nasally voice.
"Okay," I said weakly.
"Do you remember your name?"
"It's Crystal."
"Do you know what day it is today?"
"Saturday."
"Good. Now which hand is your right hand?"
I lifted up my arm that was by where she was sitting next to me.
"Good. Now we are going to try sitting up again alright?"
I nodded then she clasped my hands and pulled me up into a sitting position.
"My name is Doctor Princess," she said pointing to herself.
"That's Princess Bubblegum," she pointed to an all pink person. Her skin, her long hair, her dress all was pink. She was wearing a circlet that had only one point and had a blue stone on top of it. She smiled and side hello in her sweet voice.
"That's Lumpy Space Princess," she pointed to a floating purple cloud. But when the pink girl elbowed it. It turned around showing a displeased face with a yellow star on her forehead.
"Hey," she said in that deep diva voice unenthusiastically.
"That's Slime Princess," she pointed to a little lump of green muck. She was wearing a circlet like the pink girl but it had a green stone on the top instead of blue. She waved her little nubby arm and said hello in a very regal kind of voice.
"That's Raggedy Princess," She pointed to what looked like a sock with only legs, with two button eyes one black the other green, and her long brown hair was holding up what looked like a giant broken piece of glass. She came out of hiding from behind the pink girl, gave me a quick nod and said hello in a shy quiet voice. Then she went back to hiding.
"And lastly that's Wildberry Princess," she pointed me to a giant red raspberry with thin green arms and legs. A stem and leaf was sticking out on top of her head. On top of the stem was a tinny three-point crown; in the middle of the crown was a red jewel. She said hello to me in a sort of high-pitched kind of voice.
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For a long time all I did was stare at them. Slowly I turned to the woman calling herself Doctor Princess.
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"I think I got hit harder on the head than you think?"
"Why do you say that?"
"You're green, she's pink, she's a purple cloud, she's a giant fruit, she's a ball of slime, and she's a sock with feet," I said while pointing to each princess, "So I'm pretty sure I'm hallucinating."
"Oh, for a second there you had me worried. No you're not hallucinating, you're seeing what you're seeing," she said with a smile.
***
I just stared at her for a long time while the information sunk in. When I finally accepted the truth of the matter I grabbed my head, doubled over forward, and groaned.
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"Maybe we presented her with too much information for her to handle," Princess Bubblegum said sympathetically.
"Maybe we should ask her some questions about her self," suggested Raggedy Princess.
"Did she just call me a purple cloud," Lumpy Space Princess yelled, "I'm going to kill her!"
"No! It is bad enough she was kidnapped like the rest of us," Wildberry Princess shouted while she and Slim Princess was holding her back.
"And she has it worst than us because he thinks she looks like Fionna which is why he threatened us to changer her into the costume he made," Slime Princess finished.
***
That's when I noticed the blue skirt. Slowly I stood up while I was still looking down. I had on knee high white socks with black strap shoes. I was wearing a blue mini-skirt and a form fitting blue short-sleeved t-shirt. When I looked up again a piece of white fabric fell down in front of my face. I pulled the hat off of my head my blond hair falling across my shoulders. It was white with bunny ears on top of it.
***
The hat still in hand I looked up at the others, "What did you guys do with my stuff?"
"We put your belongings in your backpack," answered Princess Bubblegum.
I picked up my bag from the floor and switched out my brown sweeter for the white bunny hat. Then I shouldered my green pack and turned to Doctor Princess.
"Thank you for bandaging my head when I was out cold."
"Your welcome."
"And thank you all for being so nice to me," I said to the others, "I'm sorry for being so rude."
"Humph, you should be. I'm a princess and I deserve to be treated like a princess," Lumpy Space Princess huffed. Everybody turned to her and glared.
"What?"
"It's alright Crystal it's obvious that you've never been here before. Where do you come from?" Princess Bubblegum asked.
"Oh, I come from a human village."
Everybody gasped but Doctor Princess and Princess Bubblegum.
"You're, human," they all cried out in surprise.
"And there is more of you," questioned Doctor Princess.
"Yah, why," I asked, weirded out by their out burst.
"Well, its just we've thought humans have been extinct for hundreds of years," explained Princess Bubblegum.
"Oh."
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I didn't say any more and they didn't ask any questions. While I was standing there in that terribly drafty skirt I looked around at my surroundings. The walls, floor and celling were nothing but smooth blue ice. There were thick icicle cell bars to my left. I walled over to it. Outside the cage bar doors I saw a bed with cheetah bed sheets that was messy and unmade to my right. To my left I saw a drum kit with the title #1 BABE tattooed on the big drum in the middle tucked into a corner. Everywhere there were sheets of paper, different articles of clothing strewn across the floor and a random instrument here and there. The walls, floor and celling was also made of blue ice.
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"So, who is this guy again that kidnaped us, where are we, and when do we escape?"
"The wizard that kidnaped us is called the Ice King," Slime Princess said with a shiver.
"He kidnaps us because he's looking for a princess who will marry him," continued Raggedy Princess.
"But nobody will because he's old, crazy and ugly," stated Lumpy Space Princess.
"We are in the castle of the Ice Kingdom," replied Princess Bubblegum.
"And we'll be rescued by our hero, Finn," Wildberry Princess said excitedly.
Half of the room swooned. I raised an eyebrow.
"He's that great, is he," I said with skepticism in my voice.
"Oh yes, he's strong," sighed Wildberry Princess.
"Kind," blushed Raggedy Princess
"He has supper hot lumps," Lumpy Space Princess said while rubbing her hands over her body in a weird way.
"Very heroic," stated Princess Bubblegum in a matter of fact tone.
"He's helpful," added Slime Princess.
"And a great patient," finished Doctor Princess.
"Okay then, I guess I can't wait to meet him."
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✰ META / HEADCANON : MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION.
guinevere jones ( the series , not the character ) is a fantasy television series and a series of four novels created by elizabeth stewart . it revolves around the adventures of the title character as she uses magic to fight evil , while at the same time dealing with problems and difficulties of high school . the show debuted in canada on may 4 , 2002 on ytv and ten days later in australia . it ran for twenty-six episodes over two seasons , and was later adapted into four novels published by random house australia . as the show is on the verge of being considered lost media , only a few clips and episodes online remaining , my blog is mostly novelization and headcanon based . below is some information about gwen , things i consider important and other more mundane . the following is a combination of my own personal headcanons , but also information available in the novels .
gwen jones was born on november 2nd 1984 , in toronto , ontario , canada . since her birthday and specific birth place were never stated in the books , i have decided to give her the same birthday and birth place as her actress , tamara hope / lindeman . gwen is a scorpio , a sign many joke suits her well as she is unpredictable and passionate .
gwen's first name was decided by her father , and her second by karen . as stated in the book , her father was the one who suggested they call her gwen , aware that his daughter would turn out to be guinevere's newest reincarnation . karen gave her the second name amanda after her own mother . latin in origin , the name is a feminine form of the saint's name amandus , from the word amandus , future passive participle of amāre ( "to love" ) : thus meaning "who/which is to be loved" . this second name and the fact she does not disclose it is the reason why she believed amanda , in choices / love and other magic , when she claimed she was karen's sister , in spite of being usually cautious .
karen wasn't at first aware of patrick's plan and association with morgan . when she realized it , she immediately went on the run , giving birth to gwen while in toronto . after the birth of her daughter , they kept on moving all over canada , finally moving to australia when gwen turned fourteen years old .
because she was constantly on the run her entire life , gwen has a difficult time forming emotional attachment towards anyone but her mother . since it was always the two of them , she had learned very early on not to get attached , although she knew she would never have the time to . as a result , she can seem cold and detached , unless her mother is mentioned . by the end of her series , however , she has formed attachments to many people , including her group of friends as well as her foster family , kathy included .
after the events of the show / books , the jones decide to stay in australia rather than return to canada . this means gwen continues to attend griffin secondary school , close to melbourne . although she uses australian expressions , she speaks with a canadian accent , and occasionally uses words specific to toronto . karen also makes sure to rent a flat close to the rosens , since both her and gwen consider harve , louise and kathy as part of their family . staying close to the rosens also allows gwen to remain close to her friends , which she is grateful for .
because they were constantly on the run and had to move often , gwen has very few personal possessions , mostly clothes . she is used to having little , but feels like it is just one more reason as to why she is different from other girls her age . as a result , she tends to wear the same clothes over and over again , even though harve and louise make sure to buy her clothes whenever they can .
speaking of her foster family , gwen warmed up easier to harve than louise , although she comes to love and appreciate them both . there are two reasons for this : first , since harve is a man , she didn't feel like he would come and try to take karen's position away . since she was always told she simply did not have a father , the idea of a father figure through foster care made her feel a little more normal , unlike a mother which she already had . the second reason is because harve made it clear from the get go that she didn't have to be kathy's older sister if she didn't want to , something she appreciated . upon understanding louise had no intention of replacing karen , gwen also warmed up to her , coming to view them as part of her family by the end of the series .
albeit she doesn't put too much effort in it , gwen's favorite subject in school is english , and particularly literature . she is a good writer and can easily express her ideas on paper , however , her handwriting is particularly messy , which o' leary exploits in order to gain her trust . the fact she recognizes it is difficult to read , as well as her inhability to buy a computer for herself is why she takes o' leary's offer to give her his without giving a second thought , albeit she argues with him she shouldn't take it based on moral principles .
because they moved all over canada , and because it is part of the curiculum , gwen can speak french on a conversational level . she is by no means an expert , but having french classes and having lived in québec and new brunswick a couple of times , she can understand a good portion of it . however , she cannot understand complicated words , certain expressions as well as some accents .
gwen is not particularly knowledgable when it comes to modern popular culture . since she only ever really hung out with her mother until she befriended tasha and the rest of her friends in australia , she has no clue what is popular with kids her age . she tries to keep up with trends in an attempt to be / seem as normal as possible in spite of her circumstances , but it is difficult for her to do so when she is continually on the move and does not get the time to go to the movies , concerts , etc. some find this lack of understanding charming and proof of her being mature , but gwen finds it shameful as it is yet another reminder she is not like everyone else . this lack of knowledge is also why she didn't know about king arthur's legend and guinevere until moving to australia and meeting both tasha and merlin .
though she has a crush on josh first and then michael , gwen isn't a particularly romantic person . she experiences attraction the same way other heterosexual girls her age do , but has yet to figure out she is pansexual . since she has difficulty forming emotional attachments , she never really had the time to develop crushes and date until josh . she also views romance as a total waste of time , which is one of the few things that seperates her from the original guinevere .
while it is hinted in the series , gwen's attraction to michael is not merely because of the fact he might be lancelot's reincarnation . she just thinks he is a kind and gentle soul underneath the brooding and anger , and their past also makes it easier for her to relate to him . suggesting she merely likes him because of lancelot is the best way to make her angry , and also part of the reason why she doesn't pursue a relationship with him .
also , having met tamara lindeman myself and witnessed this , gwen is of average height for her age . she currently is five feet two , but will go on to grow up to five feet six .
and that covers everything i have to say for now . the reason why i sound a bit zealous at times through this post is that i wish to offer my followers a nuanced portrayal of one of my favorite characters of all times while honoring elizabeth's creation and its meaning for the author and the actress who acted as gwen . it’s , after all , the least i can do if you ask me .
#hc .#tbt .#sorry if this is so long but because the books and series don't go into too much details i have to fill the holes#also yes i have seen tamara lindeman in concert#i have had a crush on this woman since i was seven of course i saw her in concert#also she dedicated one of my tapes and my copy of a river through time#the drummer ( who helped me get the autograph as this was during covid ) commented she told them about guinevere jones#and tamara was surprised they had made books since she didn't know about that#anyway yeah that's why my first volume of guinevere jones has her signature and a message from her in it
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M4M&I — Day 7 : Betty & Veronica
So maybe the most entertaining part of MMI is the fact I get to play “Six Degrees of Me” when I start writing an entry. And it turns out that Betty & Veronica is really a subject that leads in all sorts of strange directions before I get to the topic that I originally wanted to write about (or at least the one that it prompted in my mind when I came to write about it).
First I should explain how I come up with the topics, because it sounds like I come up with a topic, then find a title for the entry to segue into the topic — and that isn’t true.
The first year, the redoubtable Miss Fletcher provided the words, and the second year I put the words from the first year in a list, then just randomly cut and pasted them into a new order with a note of what I had written about the year before (so I wouldn’t duplicate myself).
For the third year I asked my most beloved to provide some words from June through to the following April, which she very kindly did (she is very nice like that, and yeah I know how patronising that sounds — shut up) and this year I just picked random words through the year as I was watching TV, films or listening to music.
Now for those of you who have seen the film, it will not come as a surprise that Betty & Veronica came from “Heathers” — a truly amazing film staring Winona Ryder and Christian Slater that is one of my favourite films for reasons I am not entirely sure of (but that I can probably explain later).
However despite growing up in the UK and not being all that familiar with American comics, I am aware that the “original” characters of Betty and Veronica (at least the ones that most people know) did not originate at Westerburg High — at least not the Westerburg High that JD and Heather visit their righteous justice upon.
They are from a comic called Archie that is a great deal older than I am. I don’t know the exact ins and outs — never read them and have no plans to — but that’s where the original Betty and Veronica come from.
I do know that some of the characters from Archie possibly gave birth to the world of Sabrina (“The Chilling Adventures” makes reference to Greendale and sometimes to Riverdale I think) and to Riverdale) but again — I cannot give you the ins and outs of all that because, quite honestly, I don’t really care all that much. The Chilling Adventures was suitably entertaining without needing to know the backstory, and I’ve never watched Riverdale because…… well I don’t know why — I guess it never appealed to me.
However the first time I remember hearing the phrase “Betty & Veronica” was not in “Heathers”
I guess I should explain, because I already said that’s where it came from, and no doubt you are all wondering if I have lost my mind. (I haven’t).
Back when I was in university, a friend of mine lent me a book called “Microserfs” by a guy called Douglas Copeland. It was very good and very well written. So when I found a second book — jPod — I was suitably interested and it was equally entertaining, if a little confusing in places.
But then my most beloved found they’d made a series of it, and pointed me towards the first two episodes. (I told you she is very nice like that). And they were fantastic. Because within the first half hour, Ethan (the start) was helping his mother bury the body of a drug dealer she had killed.
After that, I watched the next eleven episodes, and it was in Episode 10 that Bree talks to Ethan about the two women he likes (Kaitlyn and Sarah) and she says you have the classic “Betty & Veronica” problem.
Which is where I first heard the two names paired together like that. (In Heathers Betty Finn and Veronica Sawyer are friends, but no one wants to date both of them or decide between them, so they are not “Betty & Veronica”)
I realise I have taken quite a while to get here, but like I said this is part of the fun of “May” — wandering around the inner depths of my brain, making the odd connections that link all sorts of things that you would not think possible to connect
Because despite all of this, I haven’t actually got started on where I was going — which is dark humour.
I remember watching one episode of jPod in the office at work (I was on my lunch, and this was back when I actually went into the office to work — just to give you an idea of how long ago it was) and laughing a lot to myself, then having to explain to someone who was walking past why I was laughing to myself and realising it was kind of hard.
Because basically Kaitlyn was trying to talk to Ethan about whether or not she should take a promotion that would a) make her his boss within the pod and b) by extension would prevent them from dating (because bosses aren’t permitted to date the people they are overseeing) and she is upset that he doesn’t seem to be paying attention to her.
However the reason he is not paying attention to her is that half an hour earlier he learned that his mother accidentally ran over their former boss, then found him dead in their driveway. And now the dead body of their former boss is behind the sofa that he and Kaitlyn are sat on, and he has to find a way to a) dispose of the body and b) try to make it look like their former boss died from a drug overdose instead of being run over by his mother.
So clearly Ethan has other things on his mind.
This, to me, was hilarious.
And was a very good example of very well written dark humour — and of all the examples of humour (farce, word play, slapstick, stand up and so on) I think that well executed dark humour has to be my favourite because it threads a very, very fine needle.
You have to make sure it is funny, and that it is very dark (trying to find a place to bury a dead body, discussing the problems of taking a promotion while hiding a dead body behind a sofa) but that it offsets it with day to day problems (while they are trying to find a place to bury the body they are discussing the fact that it is very hard to find a place to bury a body, but that’s probably a good thing because if it was easy the human race would have died out years ago).
If you make it too dark then it ceases to be funny, and if you don’t inject a bit of light into it, then it ceases to be funny. But if you try too hard to make it be funny then it ceases to be dark and just becomes sad.
jPod — the writers of the series, along with Douglas Copeland — did this very, very well.
There was also a series called Tales of The Unexpected that did this pretty well, back when I was a child. Some of them were not supposed to be humour (the episode with the old woman and the two children was not funny and just creepy) but the one on the boat with the woman and her husband was — whether it intended to be or not — incredibly funny.
Everyone needs some dark humour in their life. And I have definitely embraced it — along with sarcasm, satire and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
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Just Friends - Cillian Murphy Imagine
Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: SMUT
Words: 5034
Foreword:
I have never written anything for an actual person. For my own comfort, I will not be referring to Cillian’s actual family and, instead, I have created two small biographies for the Reader and Cillian.
Biography:
The Reader:
The Reader is 24 years old and recently moved to Dublin with her 5 year old son, Max in order to take up a fantastic job offer.
Max’s father isn’t interested in a relationship with his son and separated from the Reader pretty much as soon as she found out that she was pregnant.
The Reader is a novelist and editor for the Irish Times.
The Reader’s interests include books, listening to records, theatre and attending live music gigs.
The Reader has a close relationship with her grandmother who is 65 years old and a writer herself. She also lives in Dublin with her second husband, who is originally from Galway.
Cillian:
Cillian is 42 years old in this story. He is divorced from his wife Siobhan and has two kids, Charlie (6) and Hendricks (8).
He lives in a town house in Dublin and shares custody.
In this story, he finished filming Season 4 of Peaky Blinders about three months ago, which is when the Reader first met him.
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JUST FRIENDS
Three and a half months ago you moved to Dublin to take a position as editor at the Irish Times. Initially, the move was daunting to you as you were a single mother and moving your son to a different preschool concerned you.
Fortunately, your grandmother was living in Dublin as well and offered to help you with looking after your son, Max. She was a retired novelist herself and you always had a close relationship with her. Having her around was a blessing.
Over the years, you also met some Irish writers and established good relationships with them. Therefore, finding friends in Dublin was not an issue.
One of your best friends was a play writer from London and was working in Ireland at the time, promoting her theatre play called ‘Blessings’. She introduced you to a bunch of people, most of which were working in the entertainment industry in some way or another.
Whilst all of your new found friends were a fair bit older than you, you related to them. You had interests in common and most of them had children, just like you. They understood that sometimes plans had to be cancelled and flexibility was limited. Having children is a commitment which many of your younger friends didn’t understand. You weren’t interested in late nights because a young child meant early mornings. For this reason, you would much rather attend a dinner and board game night as a opposed to a night club.
And this is how you met a very interesting man named Cillian. Three months ago, your friend Orla invited you to a board game night with a couple of her friends. Cillian was pretty much the only other single person in attendance and, since this was a board game that had to be played in teams of two, you and Cillian were paired up with him.
He was funny and smart and very attractive. You had a good time that night and even won the game with your combined knowledge of random trivial facts.
He was a fun person to be around and you had several common interests.
Over the next few months, you spent a fair bit of time together, mostly with other friends but sometimes alone when your friends were doing things as couples with their partners.
Just recently, you went record shopping together and the weekend before last you and another friend of yours would take all of your kids to Dublin Zoo for the day. Your son Max developed a great friendship with Cillian’s youngest son Charlie. Playdates were a common occurrence.
While both of you separately explored the dating world, you really enjoyed Cillian’s company as a friend and he enjoyed yours and you would often chat about the mishaps you encountered and laugh about them. Dates gone wrong was one of your favourite topics.
The last relationship Cillian had was with a co-worker, which was far from ideal. They’ve met on set of one of his movies about a year after he divorced from his wife, but things didn’t go as planned and the relationship didn’t last. It ended about four months ago, being just one month before you met.
The last relationship you had was over a year ago and it also didn’t last as your boyfriend couldn’t deal with the fact that you were a single mum and that your son always came first.
For Valentines Day this year, your friends set up dates for each of you. It was disastrous. Neither of you were interested in committing at this point and you both were rather flustered about your friends’ efforts after you both had told them not to bother.
You were happy singles.
Theatre Night
As happy singles, you decided to go and see your friend’s new play ‘Blessings’ with some of your other friends on the night you all managed to be child free for once. It took a while to organise but was worth the effort.
‘Hi Max, how was preschool?’ Cillian asked as he opened the door to your townhouse for Cillian while you were in the bathroom, putting up your hair.
Max met Cillian numerous times and got along with him very well. After all, Cillian had a son the same age as Max.
‘Good. Do you want me to show you what I made?’ Max asked while you waived at Cillian from the bathroom.
‘Absolutely, show me’ Cillian said with a smile as he followed Max into the living room.
‘Look’ Max said as he held up two paintings.
‘Wow, is that a T-Rex?’ Cillian asked, causing Max to nod with excitement.
‘That’s very cool…he looks super scary’ Cillian added just as there was another knock on the door.
It was your grandmother who was here to pick up Max for his sleepover at her house.
You opened the door and asked Max to get his bag from the living room which you had packed for him earlier.
‘Nan, this is my friend Cillian’ you said as you introduced Cillian to your grandmother.
‘Hello Cillian, I am Margot. I loved Grief is a Thing with Feathers. It was such an intense play’ she said, knowing right away who he was despite the fact that you had never mentioned him to her before.
‘Thank you Margot and I loved By The Sea, it was a fantastic book’ Cillian responded. He read the book after you told him about your grandmother. Your writing style was very similar to hers and he always loved a good book.
‘Oh thank you very much. Now Max, are you ready?’ your grandmother asked.
Max was ready and you said goodbye, giving him a big hug and thanking your grandmother for looking after him for the night.
While Cillian waited in the living room, you finished your make up and slipped on your shoes.
‘Thank you for picking me up. I really have no idea where this place is’ you said as you grabbed your bag and the two of you were heading out of the door.
‘Any time Y/N, it isn’t far from here actually’ Cillian said.
As you were walking to the Arthouse Theatre you talked about all sorts of things, music, childcare and books.
It was a cold night in Dublin and you were probably underdressed for the occasion.
At the Arthouse Theatre you met up with another two friends of yours. They were both married, to each other, and shared three children. Luckily for them, they had a baby sitter that night.
The play was amazing and you all enjoyed it with a few glasses of wine which were served at the theatre. Cillian had good taste when it came to wine and you usually sought his guidance on what to order.
After you left the theatre, you felt awfully hungry. You hadn’t eaten dinner that night.
‘I am starving, is anyone else up for Pizza?’ you asked your three friends, including Cillian
‘We would love to, but only have a baby sitter until 9pm, sorry’ Amanda said, explaining that she and her husband had to head home fairly soon.
‘What about you Cilly?’ you asked.
‘I would love some Pizza, let’s go to Pizzinis’ he said.
Both you and Cillian said goodbye to your friends and made your way to Pizzinis.
As usual, it was packed and there were no table available.
‘Wanna grab them take away and go back to my place? I’ve got wine and you can show me this new album you were talking about earlier’ you said.
‘Sounds good, let’s do that’ Cillian said before ordering two pizzas.
More than Friends
You arrived at your apartment about 30 minutes later and Cillian put on some music. He found this new Irish band he liked and you were really keen to hear them.
‘Hmm Indie…I like it’ you said as he connected his i-phone to your speakers.
‘Wine?’ you asked as you grabbed a bottle of wine from the shelf.
‘Yes please and thanks’ Cillian said as he put the pizzas on the table.
‘I was meant to ask you, how was your Valentine’s date?’ Cillian asked before taking the first bite of the pizza.
‘Oh god, don’t remind me on it please’ you said with a laugh.
‘That good ey? What happened?’ Cillian laughed.
‘He was weird. He basically left after I told him about Max’ you responded.
‘I think that sometimes guys your age might be a bit freaked out by the fact that you have child. I can’t say that I blame them. I couldn’t imagine myself becoming a step father when I was in my 20s’ Cillian said.
‘He was 32’ you responded.
‘Well maybe he was just weird and you are just unlucky when it comes to dating’ Cillian laughed.
‘Yeah, maybe…I am just over dating’ you said…’What about your date?’ you asked.
‘Pretty average. I mean she was nice but had no sense of humour’ Cillian said.
‘Oh what, wait…she didn’t laugh at your Irish jokes?’ you laughed.
‘Outrageous I know. I mean how could she not?’ Cillian joked.
‘Here is to failed dates’ you said as you held up your wine glass for a toast.
‘To failed dates’ Cillian responded with smile.
Over the next hour or so, Cillian and you finished both pizzas and talked about books, including the book you were currently writing, music and embarrassing things your kids had done.
Quite music was playing in the background by then while you talked and laughed together until Cillian brought up a specific book he had read recently, written by a writer named J A Hanson, which he said reminded him on you in a way.
‘I have read all of her books and I really wish I could write romance as well as her’ you said.
‘Her books aren’t exactly romantic’ Cillian responded.
‘Her storylines aren’t romantic, but the character she uses in all of her books involves herself romantically with several other characters throughout the series. The way she writes makes you relate to the character even in these intimate moments’ you explained.
‘She is 60 and probably speaking from experience. I have read in a paper a few months back that she had quite an interesting and adventurous youth in the 70s and 80s’ Cillian said.
‘Free Love…Yeah, I have read this too’ you laughed. ‘Perhaps I just need some inspiration to get over my block, otherwise I will never finish this damn novel’ you said as you poured yourself some more wine.
‘You don’t have to answer this, but when was the last time that…?’ Cillian asked and, before he could finish his question, you interrupted him.
‘That I had sex? Gosh…well over a year ago’ you responded, causing Cillian’s chin to drop.
‘Over a year? Seriously? I mean, surely, a woman like you would get plenty of offers…’ Cillian said, not knowing what else to tell you.
‘A woman like me? What do you mean by that Cilly?’ you asked with a slight giggle.
‘Well, you are attractive, smart and funny. You would get a fair bit of interest’ Cillian responded.
‘So, you think I am attractive?’ you asked with a smirk, causing Cillian to choke slightly on his wine. He regretted what he had said almost instantly, causing awkwardness between you.
‘Well yeah, I think you are an attractive woman’ Cillian said quietly. ‘In a totally objective way of course’ he added, while, just in this moment, you observed his facial expressions.
You observed him drop his eyes to your lips as he said it, and then lower to the place where your shirt opens at the collar, the buttons undone to below your collarbone.
He pressed his lips together. ‘I think I should probably get go…’ he said, and, before he could finish his sentence, you leaned in and kissed him suddenly, like the peck you give a boy you like on the school bus the second before you jump up and get off – a brief bravery without a plan.
He was caught by surprise.
‘Y/N’ he said and, before he could say something else, you apologised to him for what just happened.
‘I am sorry Cilly, I don’t know what just came over me’ you said.
‘It’s alright, I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was inappropriate’ Cillian said.
But, with Cillian’s response, you couldn’t leave it alone and asked ‘So, you don’t think that I am attractive?’ you asked, giggling slightly with some embarrassment.
‘Any man who thinks that you aren’t attractive is clearly blind. But, with that being said, it doesn’t matter what I think, you are 18 years younger than me and it would be wrong for us to take this further. Despite, I don’t want to fuck up our friendship’ Cillian said calmly.
You didn’t know what to say to his comment and, instead of using any words, you ran your hand gently over the side of his perfect face while biting your lip.
‘Just one kiss between friends then, we can blame the red wine after’ you whispered as a comfortable hot feeling washed over you. You felt some sort of attraction towards Cillian since the moment you met him, but didn’t want to admit it to yourself, let alone to him.
‘I don’t know Y/N’ Cillian said as you leaned closer towards him and pressed your lips onto his. You knew he was reluctant but he didn’t push you away.
To the contrary, as you kissed him, his hand came up in a rush to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. Within seconds, his tongue slipped between your lips, whispering over your teeth and began dancing with your tongue.
You noticed the brush of his stubble on your cheek, the press of his lips on yours and the way his mouth tasted, a mix of minty gum and red wine.
It shouldn’t have been so hot, but it was. The taste of him, the smell and flavour, and it made you whimper in your throat. You knew this was one off and you didn’t want this moment to end.
‘Are you ok?’ he asked after he pulled back a little and paused. He was scanning your eyes and there was a cautious considering from his side. You could tell that he was surprised about what had just happened.
‘Yeah, you?’ you said as you couldn’t help yourself but stare into his baby blue eyes.
‘Yes’ he said as he cleared his throat slightly.
There was an awkward silence in the room and you couldn’t stand it.
You build up all of your courage again and leaned over him, pressing your lips onto his once more.
Cillian didn’t hesitate then.
His tongue slipped right back into the same spot than before, before his lips then moved over your face and down to your neck, leaving gentle bites and kisses.
Cillian’s hands were busy touching you at the same time his lips were trailing over your neck.
One of his hands was in your hair at the back of your head while his other hand was moving down to press the small of your back so that your body was pulled forward into his.
As you were exchanging passionate kisses, you could feel the shape of him, the firmness of his body against yours, your legs pressing into his and his chest pressing into your breasts. You could also feel his erection through his jeans, hard as anything, rigid and warm against your tummy.
By this time, you wanted more than just kisses.
‘Sleep with me, just that once’ you whispered.
‘I can’t Y/N, you are 24, it is not right’ Cillian said pulling away from you.
‘It’s just sex Cilly, I am old enough for that’ you laughed.
‘Yes, but I don’t want this to ruin our friendship’ Cillian said.
‘It won’t. There are no strings attached, it’s just sex. Unless you don’t want me’ you responded. ‘Although I think you do’ you giggled as you ran your hand over his pants, feeling his erection.
Your comment made Cillian chuckle.
‘This is a one off, alright?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.
‘One off…and it stays our little secret’ you said before smashing your lips back onto his for another minute or two.
After you exchanged more passionate kisses you stood up.
‘Common, I show you my bedroom’ you said cheekily, taking his hand and guiding him towards the bed.
‘Can you help me with this please’ you asked, turning around to face the bed. Your back was now facing Cillian and you pulled your hair aside so that he can open the zipper of your dress.
Cillian unzipped your dress carefully, exposing your black lace underwear.
As you pushed your dress down onto the floor, Cillian began kissing your back and neck, while running his hands over your breasts and stomach, all the way down in between your legs.
You let out a brief moan before turning around to face him and help him pull his t-shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly shaped biceps.
Looking into his eyes, your hand glided gracefully, for once, past Cillian’s belt buckle and into the holy crevice of his Calvin Klein briefs. His cock was hard and ready.
You moved it between my your slowly, relishing his obvious eagerness.
You used the other hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, shortly after which he pushed them down to the floor while your other hand never left his warm and hard cock.
After the jeans came off, Cillian pressed his lips back onto yours while using his skilled hands to unclip the back of your bra. The bra also landed on the floor within seconds.
‘Lie down’ he whispered into your ear. You obliged and crawled onto the bed, facing him.
He loomed over you, climbing on to the bed as you scooted backwards further so that he could straddle your hips while you pushed up against him, wanting the rub and friction against you.
Cillian kissed you passionately as one of his hands moved in between your legs.
He could feel your body tensing up as he ran his fingers over the top of your panties
After all, he knew that it had been a while since you’ve been with anyone. He knew to take it slow and give you some reassurance.
‘Just relax’ he whispered into your ear with his thick Irish accent as he edged his fingers over the lace of your panties, his hand leisurely rubbing up and down the length of your squirming crotch, until he pulled your underwear aside and slipped two fingers inside of you.
You could feel your mouth widen and a loud moan escaped you as he teased the full mound of your clit. The stroke of his thumb was purposeful and steady on your firm, dripping pulse while his fingers plunged in and out of you, sinking further and further.
You held onto him tightly as the slipperiness he found made it easy for him to penetrate you with his fingers. You were so wet.
You shuddered at the pattern, shocked to find it could still stun you, unlocking newfound levels of moisture and desire, even when you began to meet the repetition of his thrusts. You naturally tilted and buckled beneath him.
As he was pushing his fingers in and out of you, he trailed kisses down your neck while your hands clutched at his shoulders, scratched down his back, held him tighter to you as I screamed into his skin.
Cillian’s breath grew more desperate and rugged.
‘It seems like we should take these off’ he said, causing you to nod with anticipation.
‘Don’t move’ Cillian ordered as he lowered himself on the bed while removing your lace undies.
Within seconds, Cillian’s lips were an inch away from your crotch, where he painted your inner thigh with tiny and soft kisses.
Cillian pushed your legs apart gently and you knew what would be next. You have read about this many times but this was the first time any man had gone down on you before and you were nervously biting your lip.
You tried hard to relax as Cillian’s lips finally reached your entrance, tasting the evidence of how much you wanted him.
‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned as his head dove between your legs. His tongue prodded you softly, short licks against your clit.
Instantly, all restraint and reservations you had vanished. You were relaxed completely as his tongue danced and writhed inside of you.
With each skillful stroke, your thighs clenched. But you still needed more and he read you just right; he didn’t stop as you pushed yourself up the bed. Instead, he held you steady, causing you to look down at him and watching his eyes widen as they met yours, reacting to the rush of your wetness.
‘Cillian, oh god…you need to stop, I am so close’ you moaned, not wanting it to be over. You never came more than once so you wanted to feel him inside of you first.
‘That’s good, just let go’ Cillian said quietly with a grin before he continued and slid two fingers back inside of you while whirling his tongue over your clit.
You couldn’t hold on any longer, no matter how hard you tried. Your exhales began to emerge as deepening sighs and you leaned my head back and lived out the fantasy that had flashed through your mind all along.
‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned as your back arched and a rush of ecstasy flew through your body. You grabbed onto Cillian’s hair as he sucked every drip from you as your orgasm flooded your body.
As you came down from your orgasm, Cillian shuffled himself back up the bed, kissing you passionately.
You could taste yourself on his lips and you were ready for more.
‘I want to feel you’ you whispered after your lips drifted apart and while reaching for Cillian’s hard cock.
‘Do you have a condom?’ he asked, causing you to nod. You had purchased some before your Valentine’s Date, just in case you needed them.
You reached for the bedside table and opened the pack of condoms, handing one to Cillian.
Cillian was quick to get rid of his briefs and put on the condom, before positioning himself on top of you, in between your legs.
He shuddered a great rushing gasp of breath as he entered you. He couldn’t believe how good you felt, so tight.
You felt him push into you then, slowly and carefully, filling you completely.
‘Cillian’ you moaned as you held onto him tightly as he slowly began to move.
With every thrust, you gasped, whimpered, soft mewling noises, begging for more.
You felt him all the way to your belly button and screamed out with pleasure, your hands taking the heat as he thrusted fast and deep.
As he picked up his pace, you got louder, groans becoming moans becoming shouts, and the bed frame thumped against the wall, louder and faster and louder and faster.
‘Oh god, don’t stop’ you moaned, his skin slapping against yours.
‘You are so beautiful’ Cillian said in between his moans before pulling out of you slowly and lifting up your legs above his shoulders.
He knew exactly that, this way, he would be reaching your g-spot while he was fucking you.
You were slightly surprised by this position but were flexible enough to run with it.
As he entered you again slowly, you let out a loud moan.
‘Fuck’ you moaned in between the high-pitched noises that escaped you.
‘Does this feel alright?’ Cillian asked, wanting to ensure that you are comfortable.
You nodded eagerly and whimpered a shaky ‘yes’ as he continued to thrust into you. He was right at your g-spot and you could barely control yourself.
He slowly picked up the speed and you could feel another orgasm coming on as the tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot over and over again.
‘Cillian, oh my god, don’t stop…’ you moaned as you held onto his arms tightly.
You began to shake heavily as your orgasm washed over you and tears of joy escaped your eyes.
‘Fuck, Y/N’ Cillian groaned loudly as he felt your walls tightening around him. The sensation coupled with the sounds you were making sent him over the edge and he almost came in sync with you.
As soon as he came, you released your legs from his shoulders and he collapsed on top of you, kissing you passionately.
You could still feel Cillian pulsing inside you when the sudden oddness of what you had done washed over you.
‘Are we ok?’ Cillian asked as he slowly pulled out of you and removed the condom, disposing of it discreetly.
‘I think so’ you said shyly.
‘Good…because I really enjoyed this’ Cillian said as he ran one of his hands over your cheek gently.
‘Me too…plus, I’ve got some inspiration for my book now’ you said cheekily.
‘I am glad to having been of assistance. Make sure you credit me in the end notes’ Cillian said jokingly.
‘Hmm, if I did, it may become a best seller…Sex Scene Inspired by Cillian Murphy’ you said with laughter, causing Cillian to laugh also.
‘I should better get home’ Cillian said as he was playing with your hair. He really didn’t want to leave, but he felt as though it was inappropriate for him to stay the night.
‘You can stay here if you like…’ you offered, but Cillian declined.
After all, this was supposed to be a one off. You are nothing more than friends, or are you?
You accepted Cillian’s decision to leave and weren’t upset by it. You enjoyed your time with Cillian and slept well that night, snugging up in the doona which smelled like his aftershave.
Finishing the Book
The next morning, you got up early to begin writing the intimate chapter of your book. This was the chapter you had struggled with for a while and you finally felt comfortable writing it. If readers would know that, in this particular scene of your book, you were basically reliving your night with your friend, Cillian Murphy, that would be scandalous.
So, you decided to make sure that no one would ever find out about your little adventure.
Unfortunately for you, your grandma seemed to have a good sense of what was going on.
She was on time as usual and dropped Max back at your house at 10am.
‘Had a good night my dear? I can see you are working on your book.’ She said.
‘Yes nan, the play last night was lovely. It has given me some inspiration’ you said.
‘The play has given you some inspiration to write about orgasms?’ your grandmother asked with laughter as she read the screen on your lap top.
‘Nan! Oh my god, don’t read what I am writing’ you said with embarrassment.
‘Oh dear, it’s alright. Believe it or not, I used to write novels myself with a little hint of filth now and then. But, somehow, I don’t think that it was the play that gave you the inspiration to write this little naughty chapter. By looking at the bruises on your neck, perhaps it was your friend Mr Murphy who gave you this inspiration?’ your grandmother said with sarcasm.
‘Nan, no Jesus, please’ you said as your face became flushed.
‘Don’t be embarrassed dear’ your grandmother said. ‘It is good for you. I mean, he is handsome and I saw the way you looked at him yesterday evening…and the way he looked at you’ your grandmother continued.
‘There is nothing between us nan, we are just friends’ you explained with total embarrassment.
‘Alright dear, whatever you say’ your grandmother said, not believing a single word that came out of your mouth.
‘I better go, I have lunch with Alma later… I love you my dear’ your grandmother said before heading out of the door.
‘Love you too nan’ you said.
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Becoming Mine (Vincenzo)
Summary: Y/N is working with Vincenzo and a loyal ally from Italy. Han seok captures her and tortures her for information. She holds out longer than he hoped and wants her loyalty for himself.//SMUT WARNING, MINORS DNI
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Jang Hanseok sent Ms. Choi to get her hands dirty and oversee the torture of Y/N for information. Y/N and Vincenzo grew up in the Mafia together. They taught each other everything.
He has asked Y/N for help with taking down Babel and she said yes without any questions asked. And now she has to suffer the consequences of loyalty.
First they started with electrocution. They tied her to a metal chair and put spark plugs on the back side of the chair. They would send a jolt, each longer than the last. "Go to hell!" She yells at Ms. Choi after the jolt that lasted 20 seconds.
Then they moved on to cutting with the thinnest daggers. Death by a thousand cuts, she always thought it was a cliche thing to use. But hey, to each their own torture method.
Her hair sticks to her forehead and the sides of her neck as he digs his knife across her collar bone. "Fuck!"
Ms. Choi walks into Hanseok's office with a grimace. "What's wrong?" "She's not breaking. She's a lot stronger than I thought." Ms. Choi says, linking her hands behind her back. Hanseok stands from his chair and rounds the desk.
"What tactics have you used?" He asks. "Electrocution, cutting, waterboarding, fire and even bludgeoning and she still tells me to go to hell." Choi rambles.
"I could use someone of her loyalty," Hanseok states. "I want to meet her," he adds. "With all due respect, sir, she'll never agree to that. She's endure days of torture for Vincenzo, she isn't going to give him up or betray him. She's willing to risk her life for him." "Will you risk your life for me?" He asks, searching her face for a response.
"I'll kill anyone you tell me to, sir," "That didn't answer my question. I still want to see her." He says. Ms. Choi drives him to the warehouse where they keep Y/N. She was currently unconscious from the pain she has endured. Hanseok's face grimaced and he says, "You took get your hands dirty a little too literally."
Y/N gasped as she regain consciousness and she groaned softly. She looked up to see Jang Hanseok and he smiles. "Who the hell are you?" She asked before spitting out some blood in her mouth. "Hopefully, I'll be your new boss." He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "In your dreams, tough guy." She snarks.
A man punches her across the face and she looked at him with pure annihilation and vexation. That look gave Hanseok butterflies in his stomach. The feeling was beyond the norm and he had no idea what the origin was. She opened her mouth to say something else but Hanseok intercepted.
"Touch her again, and I'll have you thrown off a building." He threatens. Hanseok watched as the man stepped away from her. "You, cut her loose," He adds, pointing to another man.
"Sir, are you sure about this?" Choi asked and he didn't answer. She was cut free and the first thing Y/N grabs is the man's throat before breaking it.
Another man came at her and she ducked under the punch before punching him twice in his armpit before punching his throat. She limps over to the table where her weapons were and grabbed her smaller knives.
She tossed them in the air and within seconds, three men dropped dead with the knives in their skulls. Which only left Ms. Choi and Jang Hanseok.
She grabs a gun from one of the corpses and aimed it at them. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you both," "Do that and my men sets that entire plaza on fire with everyone inside."
"I'm calling your bluff lady, you're just trying to save your ass because you know that I'll put bullet in your head without blinking," she says as she cocks the gun and applies steady pressure on trigger.
"Wa-" she pulls the trigger and sends a bullet straight through Ms. Choi's head. Hanseok chuckles wryly before saying, "Now I'm in need of a new lawyer and strategist," he says, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.
"Who are you?" "The CEO of Babel," he answers nonchalantly. "So you're the one who started all this,"
"Well I can't take all the credit. She had her fair share," he says, referencing to Ms. Choi. Red dots appear on Y/N chest and she notices. "I have this place surrounded. One move to shoot me and you'll get shot to pieces. Just take the easy way and work for me. It'll be a lot of fun." "Right, like killing innocent people is fun,"
"It seems like you enjoy killing people." "Only those who deserve it," she snaps. "Regardless of your intentions, my guys wills drop you before you can fire. Question is, do you want to live and be treated like a queen?"
She doesn't respond and he adds, "Or I can kill both you and your mother. She loves to visit a little shop in.. Siena, right? What's it's called again?"
Her grip tightens on the gun before tossing it across the room. "Kill her and I promise to kill you and every single one of your sponsors," "Looks like you and I have more in common than we thought. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He walks out of the warehouse and she hesitantly follows.
Y/N's POV
You sigh softly as you stepping into the cold, crisp in contrast of the warm, misty air in bathroom. You had pulled your hair into a loose ponytail before you put on Hanseok's shorts and t-shirt. You hate to say it, but his clothes were extremely comfortable. He promised to take me out shopping tomorrow for clothes.
"I didn't know what you liked so I bought everything," he says, referencing to the various plates of food on the kitchen counter. Your eyes settle on kimchi jiagae and you make your way over to the table.
You a grab a few bowls to try some of the kimchi jiagae, bulgogi, dakdoritgang, dakgangjeong and mixed rice. You set them on the tray sit on the pillow he prepared for you.
"You like spicy food, huh?" He says and you nod. "Yeah, my brother likes spicy food too." You wait until he comes back with his tray of food to dig in. You hum lowly as you eat your bulgogi and you feel a hand touch my chin. You pull away and look at him with confused.
"What the hell are you doing?" "I'm sorry, I just.. you look.. you're beautiful," "If you think that you can someone convince me into sleeping with you, you have another thing coming,"
"What? I can't appreciate your beauty without something in return?" He asks innocently. "Hell no," you sneer. He chuckles before saying, "I'm going to have some fun with you."
Over the next few weeks, he has bought you a whole new wardrobe, shoes and jewelry. He's even made sure my hair and nails are done with complementary spa days.
He's been pampering you ever since you were a part of his life. You've been enjoying it but you've developed a sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It also raises questions. Why did he choose you? How long will this pampering thing last? Is your mom still held hostage? What is he planning on doing with Vincenzo?
"Hey, kitten." You roll your eyes at his new pet name for you. You have no idea where he got it from because you are nothing like a kitten. You were playful or adventurous, but you were high maintenance.
"How many times do I have to tell.." you trail off as you see him in a light blue three piece suit with white leather shoes. His hair was combed to the side with gel and you could smell his cologne from where you sat.
"Why are you dressed like that?" "Do you like it?" He say, nearing you slowly. "No," you lie and he smiles at you. "You sure about that?" He leans his hands on either side of you and ducked his head to be at your eye level. "I bought you a matching dress. Get dressed, we leave in an hour."
He nudges his nose against yours before leaving the room and leaving you hot and bothered. Ever since you walked in on him lifting weights without his shirt, your mind came up with various, filthy scenarios that made your panties soaked.
You stand up from the chair and walked into the bedroom to see a goregous silk, light blue dress with diamond seam around the midrange of the stomach.
You take a shower and apply your favorite lotion and perfume before you slide on the dress. You latch on the sparkly, light blue heels. You put on your robe and sit down to apply some foundation, highlight and mascara on to your face.
You were just about to clip your hair up and leave a few curls out but you hear Hanseok say, "Leave your hair down." You look at him through the mirror to see him leaning his arm on the door frame, pulling his dress shirt taught around his solid biceps. He eyes you with a soft smile on his face. "You look beautiful," he says as he nears you once again.
"I know." You stand up and meet him half way across the room. "Shall we?" He says , offering you his arm. "Let's just get this night over with,"
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You two return at one in the morning and you were infuriated. He spent the whole night flirting with random women at the gala. "You make no sense to me, Jang Hanseok." You say, taking off your earring and tossing them on the dresser.
"What makes you say that?" He asks, sitting on the bed to take off his shoes. "You pamper me with all these gifts, clothes, jewelry to convince me to stay in your life and then you spend the entire night flirting with every one you could lay your eyes on." You snap.
He takes off his vest with a sigh and loosens his tie. "I wanted to see if you cared. Cared about me and my attention." "Well, do you?" He adds. "If I didn't care, do you think I would have said anything?" You snap.
He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you inches away from his face. He tightens his grip and says through gritted teeth, "I've had enough of your attitude, just answer the question."
"I just did." His fingers dig into you neck enough to cause discomfort but not enough to break skin. "Do you care about me?" He asks. "Unfortunately, yes." "Why unfortunately?" "It only makes it harder to-" "
"To betray me?" You push his hand away and say, "What the hell makes you think of something like that? I was going to say it makes it harder to say no but you always think everyone is out to get you. It should be me asking the qu-"
He stops your rant by slamming his lips on yours. One hand rests on the back of your head and the other smooths over the dip of your back.
Your fingers work on unbuttoning his shirt as you walk him onto the bed. He sits on the edge and pulls you into his lap. You pull his shirt off his shoulder and leave kisses up his chest in it's wake.
He moans softly and you could feel his hard on press against your inner thigh. You tug the rest of his shirt off and push his back on the bed. You buck your hips against him and a soft whine leaves his lips.
You quiet him by tenderly biting down on his bottom lip. His lips latched onto yours and presses your core harder against him.
He pulls your hair gently to evade your attention from his lips. He rolls you on you stomach and stands. "Han seok, what are you-" he rips the dress open from the back, making you yell out in surprise.
"Damn it, I liked that dress." "There's plenty more where that came from kitten," he smooths his hands up the back of your legs and squeezes your ass.
You pull off the rest of your mangled dress, leaving you in your white lace set. "And don't you dare rip-" he rips the lace underwear in two and pulls you so your knees are on the edge of the bed. "I'm going to kill you, Han seok."
"I've been wanting to get a taste of you since I set my eyes on you." You let out a squeak when you feel his hot breath agaisnt your core.
You've never been in the position before so you have no idea what the expect. He licks up the stripe with slow, deep licks, each lick lasting longer on your clit. "Oh God," you grip the sheets with a white knuckle grip when he curls his tongue along the upper wall and caresses a g-spot. Your legs started to shake and loud moans leave your lips when he slips in two fingers and curled them hard.
You tried crawling away from him, feeling overwhelmed of the pleasure but he holds you back by your thighs. With a few more licks, you release yourself on his tongue and he hums with satisfaction.
"You taste a lot better than I thought, baby." Your body already started to twitch and you could tell that this was going to be a long night.
You roll onto your back and chills roll down your spine when you see him licking your juices off of his fingers. Pushing yourself backwards, he pulls you closer to him by your ankles. "Han seok, please. It's too much."
"You're doing great, kitten. Just relax and let it wash over you." He says softly, pecking your lips before settling himself between your legs once again.
He spreads your legs wide before he sucks on your clit harder and faster than the first time, sending shock waves through your body. "Fuck! Oh my God!"
Looking down at him, he locks eyes with you and he completely devours your bundle of folds. He alternate between licking side to side and up and down with a curl of his tongue.
Your back arches and stars cloud your vision as you come down from your second high. He pulls away from you with his lower face covered in your juices. "Come here," he lifts your trembling body and dropping it into his lap. He smooths his hands over your ass before unbuckling his dress pants.
He pulls down his boxers and his erection stands up tall, making your whimper. He's going to destroy you. "I'll be gentle," he whispers, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.
You nod your head in agreement and lines himself up at your entrance. Throwing your head back as your walls expand and contract around him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck and he bounces you in his lap.
Time slows a few seconds when you meet his gaze. "Oh God," you chant as the knot intensified in your stomach. "I'm close, Han seok."
His lips locked with yours and your boys jolts forward when his thumb rubs hard circles on your clit. Your entire body spasms as he cums inside of you but he continued to rub circles until you came.
He stayed buried inside of you while you sat in his lap as you both catches your breaths. Resting his forehead against yours, he says, "I love you. You believe me what I say that, right?"
You nod and holds the sides of your face. "Say it," "I love you," "Good girl," he pulls out of you and slides you both under the covers.
You lay directly ontop of him with a thin sheet covering the both of you, sighing as he draws circles on your back.
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