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beepborpdoodledorp · 10 months

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The ritual is complete. Now cast judgement upon me.

Also read below for some explanations-turned-culinary-discussion idk

- So in general I tend to flip-flop between being open to trying new dishes and flavors and having the palate of a 7-year-old. There are definitely some foods out there that I know I don’t like and won’t eat but depending on my mood I’m interested in trying new things, hence the entire ‘if I’m feeling adventurous’ tier. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, kinda just depends.

- As can probably be inferred from the top tier, my two favorite dessert flavors are chocolate and coffee. Espresso is in the ‘pretty aight’ tier because the lack of cream and sweetness could probably throw me off a bit and Dark Cacao is lower for the same reason. Mint Choco is in the ‘feeling adventurous’ tier because I usually don’t like mint but have had desserts that incorporate a nice minty kick to them without being overwhelming. Also I’m one of the few people on planet Earth that actually likes mint chip ice cream.

- I’m neutral to positive on most fruits, aside from a lot of tropical fruits, which I happen to really love (pineapple and mango are my two favorite fruits and yes, I am fully aware I’m a freak). That being said, I’m kinda iffy on whether or not I’d like them baked into a cookie. I like things like blueberry muffins but on a textural level that’s hardly the same, so I don’t really know. Hence why most of the fruit-based Cookies are in either the ‘pretty aight’ or ‘feeling adventurous’ tier. Strawberry Crepe’s in the top tier simply because of the inclusion of cream and waffles because they’re, y’know...a crepe-based cookie.

- Flavor explanations for the first tier: For those who don’t know, it’s been stated that Wizard has ice cream in his dough and his hair and scarf are probably ice cream. I like ice cream. I like cookies. That’s about it. The rest of the Cookies (and donut) are pretty self-explanatory, they’re just flavors or desserts I really like.

- Flavor explanations for the second tier: I’m *fairly* certain that Muscle’s mask and armor are supposed to be chocolate syrup, so I put him in the tier with the notion of him being a chocolatey cookie. Devil is based on soda, and I like soda - that’s about all there is there. As for Kumiho and Cream Unicorn, the former is explicitly stated to be marshmallow based and as for the latter I’m pretty sure they’re based on those weird marshmallow unicorn horn things? I forgot the official name, but hey, marshmallows are cool. Once again, the rest is pretty self-explanatory. Also I know Vampire and Sparkling are coded as being based on alcoholic beverages but it’s never been admitted to because the devs are cowards so they’re just being treated as being based on juice and hey I like juice so why not up there

- Flavor explanations for the third tier: I’m sorry but is there genuinely a fortune cookie out there that doesn’t taste like a slightly sweetened piece of cardboard? Have I just gotten all the worst ones throughout my lifetime?

- Flavor explanations for the fourth tier: Knight seems to be based on white chocolate (I don’t really like white chocolate but eh I’ll eat it), Alchemist is widely known to be based on grapes and considering Princess is of Hollyberrian descent I’m certainly operating with the belief she has a berry-based dough. She’s lower than the rest of the berry-based just because I don’t know what type of berry she’s based on, considering her name doesn’t exactly reveal a whole lot. Also, literally all of the flower-based Cookies are in this tier, and while making this I searched up ‘is <x flower> edible’ on Google for each one of them. Turns out, they are, at least in small doses. Google’s now probably convinced I’m planning on undertaking a flower-devouring rampage soon, but oh well.

- Flavor explanations for the fifth tier: I know I probably look weird putting Gingerbrave so low on the list but the truth is that I...just don’t like plain gingerbread cookies lmao. Also I don’t like gumballs, hence why both Gumball and Candy Diver are on this tier. I dunno much about beets, don’t really care to find out. Don’t like licorice, that’s why both Licorice and Twizzly Gummy are here. Royal Margarine has to have a shitton of that stuff in his dough for it to be his namesake, and while I do like buttery desserts I definitely don’t like it being the dominant flavor. Everything else is pretty self-explanatory - either savory foods or condiments that don’t really belong in your everyday gingerbread cookie or something just outright inedible.

- Flavor explanations for the sixth tier: Out of all the Cookies in CRK these guys are the only ones who I legitimately don’t know what they would taste like. Angel might be based on angel food cake? Maybe? Which if that were the case I’d probably move them up to the second tier, but I can’t remember it ever being stated or even inferred so they’re just going down here. Milky Way’s probably based on something really obvious and I’m just stupid for thinking she has a mystery flavor but I’m putting her down here because I can’t think of anything she’d be based off of (except star jellies? an in-universe consumable? maybe?).

- Flavor explanations for the seventh tier: It’s...what it says. They’re poisonous. Berries from holly won’t kill you as far as I know, unless you take a pretty big quantity of them - pretty sure they just cause nausea in small doses - but in the other case, I mean...Poison Mushroom. Their name is Poison Mushroom. Also I probably should’ve just made an ‘inedible’ tier list and put some of the guys from the sixth tier like Cotton in there but idk man I don’t want to research if cotton balls can actually kill you if you eat them

- Flavor explanations for the eighth tier: it’s what it says on the tin

#crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk tier list #cookie run tier list

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friendshipsbracelet · 23 days

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2, 9 annd 14 for whoever you want? :3c

ill do this with evan >_< sorry im just focussed on him rn...i hope u don't mind eeeeek sorry i have been dying to talk about him for awhile :p thank u 4 asking :D

2. What's their go-to order at a cafe? What's yours?

ummm hmm >_<.....im not a big cafe person and he isn't rflly either.....sometimes rarely he would just get a really plain normal coffee...especially if its during finals!!!!!! he would get one with some creamer and like whip cream or whatever and like chocolate if hes feeling fancy ;D..maybe a sweet treat 2 :3!!!!! i don't go to cafes often but i don't want coffee..unless its like hot chocolate :D!! i would get a sweet treat too...yumy donut :D

9. Do you have any AUs for your selfship? Tell me about them!!

ummm currently not really! since hes new O_O BUT i do have 2 IN MIND RIGHT NOW!!!! i have a small dnd one which is just an excuse to dress him up as a cute knight and me a pretty princess its based off of their dnd characters n stuff and just a fun little story :3!! sir knight evan and princess wolf luna kylie of da stars :B!!!!!! and another one that i wanna do is a more silly tropey anime one.....like ohhh what if she can turn into kitty :3 what if she was puppy.....ahhh so silly my girlfriend can turn into a kitty picks her up swings her around!!!

14. Do you and your f/o share any hobbies?

YES!!!! most of the them r the same like um video games obviously and just nerdy stuff like movies n ya :D the biggest being Minecraft and overwatchhh and comics and i guess anime stuff even though im not super into it.....we have a lot of differences though!!!! one day i will get him into mlp..he kind of knows of it..so does that count? :'D and i super like art while he doesn't rlly draw..he tries..for me :p!!!!!!!! he likes legend of zelda and coding and just general building stuff while i don't know much of that (*3*)=

#asks #🎮

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northernolddragon · 1 year

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maybe the creators wanted to do the same thing with Syanna as with Olgierd. at the beginning our ataman is a son of a bitch but over time we get to know his story, we feel sorry for him and we save him. syanna is a revenge-seeking fallen princess who thinks her sister has betrayed her (this is the most important point in all of this) when Geralt travels with her through the land of fairy tales, he learns her story and it turns out that there is a small misunderstanding between the sisters, so the player should want to reconcile them. and it's a big smelly shit. all the blame is put on Dettlaff who was just a tool (let's put a knife in prison the victim bled out because of it) that's why I don't like this ending very much. it's really a shame that cdpr promotes such a thing. the moral of this is that you can commit the worst crime, set beast on people and if you have connections you can get away with it.

There should be ending where both sisters się and dettlaff alive. Weird that Geralt didnt ask the unseen elder just to stop Dettlaff.

Oh, I didn't think about those parallels. Interesting thoughts, dear anonymous! Syanna, to some extent, evokes sympathy, one can really sympathize with her, remembering her revelations to Geralt in the Land of Fairy Tales. In the same magical world, there is also a reference to Blaviken, just a mention, why, sometimes, you think that Syanna is the same Renfri. It becomes a pity for her after the story, which is so reminiscent of the story of the robber from Blaviken. Only this does not negate her cruelty to Dettlaff. Her calculation, about his naivety and feelings for her. Her reprisal against the knights guilty of 'persecution'. And unfulfilled revenge on my sister.

Olgierd had a slightly different situation, since Mr. Mirror deceived him, taking advantage of his despair. Or rather, he didn’t even deceive, he skillfully manipulated at the moment when Olgerd was most susceptible to influence. He later tried to return the opportunity to break the contract - as we know, he did not succeed. The terms of the contract had to be respected. Syanna, on the other hand, acted of her own free will and did not at all regret what she had done. Instead of Gaunter, she had the Black Sun. And she believed that since they had made a monster out of her, they should not be disappointed. Although I think she might have veered off that path, like Regis, who curbed the bloodlust. With Geralt, a conversation started about the possibilities of choice. She chose the worst. Which is extremely sad.

I guess the Unseen Elder didn't intervene, as he has little interest in the outside world. He only helped in one of the endings to summon Dettlaff (he killed Geralt twice because I asked more questions than I needed xd) . This being is indifferent to humanity. And she would intervene if something really serious happened, threatening the code of vampires and their rules. Recall the story of Khagmar. If I remember correctly, Regis mentioned, that the Unseen Elder were involved in the execution of the judgment. Having unlimited possibilities and power, they remain completely neutral until the moment of resonance in the world of relative. Probably, what Dettlaff didn't fit into this category. It seems to me that for such an ancient being, Dettlaff's emotions were a childish prank.

The best outcome would be, that the end of the storyline was accompanied, of course, by the reunion of the sisters, a celebration in honor of this event and the help of Geralt along with Regis, and the living and invisible Dettlaff. I don't blame the developers for recreating the realities of life, where having a title and a connection with a high-ranking rank can escape punishment worthy of punishment (not necessarily death), otherwise an innocent creature, who was taken advantage of will be in a bad position and with a complete list accusations. The same injustice, that often prevails. Made endings without 'happily ever after'. Because Toussaint is still not such a fairy tale.

#ask

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breserker · 3 months

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Top 10 pairings and/or fandoms :)

okay HONESTLY i'm a one ship wonder with a lot of fandoms, i have the flagship and then a few tributary ships so this should be pretty easy except for the fact that i think it shows my boring ass hand tbh a lot of my ships are the boring obvious ones probably because I don't consider myself a multishipper if that makes sense. Like it takes a lot for me to care, y'know.

also sorry for the delay i'm working on the giant buddha in terraria and oh god it's past midnight huh

Ulrich/Yumi (Code Lyoko) - Dude it's here because it's my first real ship first real fandom experience i understand they might be kinda milquetoast inasmuch as they were VERY popular but i really resonated with Ulrich's insecurities and totally not brewing emotional abuse victim angst so it'll always stay close to my heart Henry/Eileen (Silent Hill 4) - First...adult-ish ship? Dude i was 14-15 when i got into Silent Hill and I attached to these two immediately, idk why, but scarring and recovering is gonna be somewhat of a running theme I think Majima/Makoto (Yakuza 0) - PERFECT SEGWAY BITCH OH FUCKING DAMN not only were they my first foray into real smut writing in 2019 Makoto is one of my favorite characters of all time, i attribute at least some of my comfort with myself nowadays to this ship and I've met some LIFELONG friends through them Scully/Starling (crossover X-Files and Silence of the Lambs) - Not a big greater hannibalverse type person but these two in particular I'm still very very very sweet on. I wish I would've written more when i had the gumption but I like what I did with them at the time. Guts/Casca (Berserk) - I just. y'know. I love them, I love Guts, I love Casca, and i think my favorite gutsca moment, my favorite one, is when Skull Knight tells Guts that what he may want for her may not be what she wants in general. PEAK shipping moment for me, idk if that's weird but OH that's so good. FUCK yes independence from each other. OUGGH Anya/Dimitri (Anastasia 1997) - there was a tweet in early early 2020 that said "you don't have shipping preferences you heard Dimitri say "princesses don't marry kitchen boys" and it was decided for you" and i've never felt so fucking called out Carlos/Jill (Resident Evil 3) - i think we can blame silent hill ascension for making me so utterly pathetic and cold and betrayed that I went full force horny for valeveira out of ?????? nowhere. they're sweet, it's nice to write Carlos after so much of writing the guy in the next ship I'll list... Tseng/Aeris (Final Fantasy VII) - GOD DUDE IF I TOLD YOU I STARTED SHIPPING THEM AS A HORNY JOKE BUT NOW IT'S 350K WORDS OF FIC WITHIN ~3 YEARS LATER IT'S NOT A FUCKING JOKE ANYMORE IS IT Wolf O'Donnell/Isabelle (Crossover StarFox/Animal Crossing or just smash bros if you like) - I really really really had a fun fic for them that i WILL get back to but a lot of real life stuff got in the way and since it is a FUN fic, if you're not having fun irl it's hard to write fun irl. Also can you tell I'm grasping at straws bc I'm desperate to find other ships i care about. Yuffie/Elena (FF7) - Because I'm grasping at straws I'll end with another FF7 fic that I've been itching to make more stuff for (i've sketched a few things here or there but that's it) and it's these disaster lesbians.

Mayyybbeee there's another ship that I'm fond of elsewhere but tbh I mostly see shipping happen and I'm like "That's nice" and I move on, or even if i care about the ship caring about it versus actually WRITING or making fandom over it is a different thing. Like I loved Eadaz/Sabran in Priory of the Orange Tree, or Ammar ibn Khairan and Jehane bet Ishak in the Lions of Al Rassan, but i'm not exactly writing fic over it.

#ask game #shipping

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hmshermitcraft · 1 year

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Gem and Wels’ on a date, and some backstory!

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“Gem..?”

Wels whispered, barely audible over the sound of rustled leaves and the faint buzzing of bees.

She hummed in reply, hand intertwined with his as they lay on a picnic mat.

“Do you ever wonder, how many lives have passed just over time?”

“Are you getting existential?”

He snorted, “maybe.”

“I’m only here because of some accidental time travel and too many lines of code that make sure I don’t age 2000 years. I’m sure X is tired of updating them by now.”

“How did you accidentally time travel into the present day anyways? If you’re alright with sharing.”

Wels kissed her on the cheek.

“The cold air was eerie. It didn’t feel right. My life didn’t feel right.

I had been King Arthur’s knight since I was allowed to. I had wished and hoped to be among the strongest army ever seen in history. I had hoped to be in textbooks, to be remembered for glory.”

Gem cut him off, “you achieved the ‘be in textbooks’ dream of yours.” Wels laughed.

“I was one of the few knights Galahad had appointed to join him on the search for the grail. That’s when I knew, it wasn’t meant to be.

So I ran, I ran farther and farther from where me and the other accompanying knights had been stationed. The breeze was pushing me back, telling me that it was my duty, that I had signed up for this, that I had to follow it through. Scouts honor and all of that.”

Gem kissed away the tears forming in his tear ducts. He didn’t even realize he was crying. He sniffed.

“Are you alright? You don’t have to tell me,”

“It’s fine, I want to.”

“If you insist…”

“I had pushed through the breeze and the thoughts that told me I was only meant to be a knight. That I couldn’t be anything more than that. I had stumbled into a cave, and dug deeper to find a stronghold. With my sword in hand, I thought, ‘nothing left to lose, might as well.’ And jumped into the ender portal.”

Gem gasped, “Wels! You could have died!” She fussed over him, hand now delicately caressing his face. She kissed him on the bridge of his nose, which made him chuckle.

“I slayed the dragon, I hadn’t known what would happen, where I’d end up, but the air was constricting, and I knew I only had moments left before I would die of oxygen deprivation. So I jumped, and found myself in the 4th season of Hermitcraft.”

Wels chuckled.

“That’s when Xisuma found me at spawn, where I subsequently started to age far too quickly as he scrambled to make sure I didn’t die via lots of lines of code. If you want to know the specifics of that, you’ll have to ask him.”

“From how he’d mentioned it, I don’t think I want to.” She giggled.

“And 4 seasons later, I met you. The love of my life.”

“Okay, now you’re being a sap.”

“I’m your knight in shining armor.”

“That, you are.”

And so, the supposed princess and her knight intertwined their fingers together, and gazed at the sunset. What a romantic scene indeed.

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Bonus;

The sun had set, not a flare visible in the sky any longer.

BdoubleO100 went to sleep

<Geminitay> We were having a romantic moment!

<Welsknight> bad timing haha

<BdoubleO100> sorry!! lol

~🎨 anon <3

Some part of Gem has found it hard to accept that Camelot isn't the romanticised image she's so used to seeing. But she has a real piece of it here with her, and that's what's most important in her eyes. Looking after Wels.

There's... Clearly things he doesn't talk about. She doesn't press, either. Everything he chooses to share with her, she's grateful for. And she'll share stories of childhood and early heartbreak. The teasing she endured in her youth. Nothing compared to Wels, but he appreciates the perspective on modern day life too.

It still feels like there's things he doesn't fully understand. He appreciates the time Gem takes to teach him - he doesn't feel afraid to admit when he's unfamiliar with something. Whether it be food, an item or a custom. Gem is always happy to teach him!

Who knew things could end up like this?

#hermitshipping #ask #gem tag #welsknight tag #tayls #🎨 anon #mod 🎀

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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hi 👀

sorry about the randomness but i thought itd be cool if you could draw out your fav character(s)! anything goes, just whatever you want!

but ye I know it says your requests are open for writing only but why not shake it up a bit dhdhdj of course you dont have to do this <3 hope youre doing well!

Hey friend! Tada- I has did it!

Not gonna lie- I had all the intentions of coloring this/making it look extra pretty- but I woke up with a fever and said “Doodle time!” Honestly I’m loving it though- it was really freeing.

This was a really fun change of pace with requests! Thank you for giving me something new and refreshing to do! :D Maybe I’ll do more drawing requests in the future :3

Characters and whatnot under the cut!

1.) Dante Falzone (Piofiore Fated Memories), Ichika Hoshino (Collar x Malice), Arsene Lupin (Code Realize)- It was hell picking which characters I wanted to draw to represent my love for visual novels, but these three are some of my favorite routes/heroine! (I say that despite not playing Piofiore yet...*hides face in shame*)

2.) Takeru Sasazuka and Mineo Enomoto (Collar x Malice)- That said naturally I couldn’t leave my husbands out of the drawing! Mineo just wants a hug, but Takeru isn’t giving him any (Should have brought donuts)

3.) Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kasien)- Queen! I love her so much in the anime and manga! That last fight in the anime was *chef’s kiss* Perfection!

4.) Gundham Tanaka, Chiaki Nanami, Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)- My top three favorites! I love love love all these characters! Chiaki’s playing an indie game (you can decide which one) while Korekiyo’s watching her win.

5.) Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer)- My WIFE! I love her so much ajjkekjkjlekljajklreklj

6.) Katsuki Bakugou (MHA), Chobi Aza (Hell’s Paradise), Sanemi Shinaguzawa (Demon Slayer)-

7.) Rui (Demon Slayer)- The best demon! Rui is my favorite of the 12 Moons! :D

8.) Arthur Boyle (Fire Force), Shoko Komi (Komi Can’t Communicate)- Rumor has it Arthur heard she’s a princess so he came to protect her (That’s what king knights do, my lady!” “........”) Komi didn’t know what to do but went along with it anyway.

9.) Zucker (Animal Crossing) The best villager! I had to include at least 1 octopus as a favorite- it’s a Squiggly rule!

10.) Anya Forger, Loid Forger, Yor Briar (Spy x Family)- My babies! I love them so much!

Thanks for viewing! :)

#squiggily draws things #squiggles #doodle requests #fave characters #skribblz #friend :3 #maybe I’ll make more later?#that would be fun :)#number 6 was my favorite if that wasn’t obvious Annzmamzmamsm

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spectre-au · 2 years

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Acting out.

TW: Alcohol, Alcoholism, Grief, Violence

Royalberry nervously watched as his mother continued to drink, he nervously pulled at his waistcoat. He needed to stop her before thing’s escalated yet, he felt anxious. He knew how things had escalated in the past, she hadn’t been the same ever since the last time. Or the time before that. But when Pure Vanilla had officially ended things with her out of disgust for her drunken actions, it truly sent her spiralling.

He glanced around, gesturing to Jungleberry. He quietly murmured to her. “Please tell Princess and Knight, Code red.” He murmured, a distant look filling his eyes as he glances back to his mother, nodding at his younger sibling, Wildberry who nodded in turn.

“Ehm… mother? Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?” Royalberry questions, sitting down next to her. He could feel his stomach turn, she was a different person when under the influence of alcohol. And he hated seeing his mother turn like that.

“Bah! Enough? Not enough!” Hollyberry simply brushed his concern off, downing another glass in retaliation.

“M- mother truly, I insist. You’ve had too much-“ he argued, reaching for the bottle only to jump back when Hollyberry slammed her hand on the table. “I’m not done yet!” She snapped, turning to face her son. Her face was flushed and she reeked of juice.

Wildberry quickly walked over, placing a hand on Hollyberry’s shoulder with a sour look. “Queen Mother. You have had enough. It is in everyones and your own best interest that you stop.” Wildberry spoke calmly, he had grown rather desensitised to everything and only wanted to get this over with.

Hollyberry groaned, her chair screeching as she stood up. She shoved Wildberry off, before suddenly throwing her chair in their general direction. Fortunately it missed them both, Royalberry stood closer to Wildberry. While Wildberry was both taller and stronger, that was still Royalberry’s younger brother and he would do whatever he could to protect him.

“Please mother! Just- cut this out okay? I- I am sorry I made you mad, just please come to your senses! It is okay!” Royalberry reassured, his voice wavered as he took a deep breath.

“Oh shutt up!” Hollyberry spat in retaliation, her words slurred together as she tried looking for more to drink. Tossing anything and destroying the room, Royalberry took a deep breath. Pushing Wildberry behind him gently before walking towards her, going to take her hand.

“Lets go, mother..” he mumbles, he looked so.. done with it all. Hollyberry merely looked at him and pushed him away, far harder than she had initially meant.

“Jusst leave me alone boy!” She dismissed, starting to grow restless…

#spectre au #alcohol tw #tw alcohol #drunk tw #tw drunk #violence tw #tw violence #haha uhhhhhh cliff hangers

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judas-isariot · 3 years

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Media analysis on : deltarune ch2 - damsell in distress and subversive knight.

Okay, so I need to point this out because I feel this point is being miss a bit and it's too bad, I love it. There is a big sub-theme on Chapter 2 about the idea of knighthood and damsell in distress.

Noelle is portray from the start of chapter 2, to you, has a damsell in distress. She is litterally in distress after an attack then capture by a evil queen, do I need to say more ? This is the reason you start to hunt the queen down in the first place.

However the story change when Noelle start to be independant. Noelle join your team, first just to escape the queen and need to be help with mice puzzle. Then she is a full on member of the team, acting by her own.

But there is 2 kinds of knight in this story :

You (kris) and susie, the good hearted knight who doesn't look so much like knight and the usurper knight, the one who pretend and look like a knight but is nothing of the sort, Berdly.

Let's start with berdly. He believe he is in the service of a good and benevolant queen, he is with Noëlle in the start of the aventure and clearly, treat her like he object destin to be wife. What he see, is a group of 3 not heroic looking being trying to ruin a benevolent future, when Noelle escape, he assume Kris capture and keep her in hostage. Berdly misinterpret what happen. To add to injury:

play has a knight,

believe he is one,

defend the queen and attack whi he deem not worthy (not smart)

even put an amphasis on it with word sentence like "Knight in dark shining armor"

But the catch is, he clearly doesn't act like one and isn't one for those reason:

Berdly clearly doesn't get the queen point sure, but he don't act for the queen interest, he act for his own interest (creating a world only for smart people)

He attack innoncent people who aren't on his side. He attack Kris and Susie cause he don't like them, sure, raisel ? Why raseil ? And beside raisel, he have clearly help to capture and torture/transform other.

He doesn't listen, he never listen, he monologue. Not only kris, but the queen and mostly Noelle.

I am going on Noelle because it's a huge chuck: He don't see Noelle has a person and don't treat her as such. He see noelle has a princess to save, a damsell in distress. He don't like Noelle, he like the idea to have possess a woman and only care about her being "smart" like him. He don't love a woman, he want to "pimp a lady"

On noelle, he doesn't listen to her when she try to avoid a battle, yes, he also attack her, Noelle even acknowledge it "He hit me in the face with a tornado". Bro, who save a princess by breaking her nose !? And I know (I am in your house, i listen to you) some of you will say "it was accidental", it is not ! Berdly way "I am sorry Noelle, It might hurt" he also acknowledge he is going to attack her.

So I get over the point Berdly is a not a knight and a terrible person in general, But who is the knight ? There is 2 options here (depending on the route and opinions) but there is one I prefer to the other.

Kris (you) might be a knight, let's quickly go over some point :

He is the protagonist

He is the second character to have a knight look with berdly

Blue is a "good guy" color theme

He is silent sure, but willing to help

He notice Noelle being kidnap and want to save her too.

He fight against an evil ruler

But in game like Deltarune who subvert expectations, you know it is not the one who interest me. No, the one who his a closet to be a subversive knight representation and you probably didn't notice, it's Susie. First let's see why you didn't notice and why it's subversive:

Susie clothes are one of a bad guy, spike everywhere, dark clothes

Reptilian are more often shown has antagonistic (bowser, snakes in bible, reptile people) she is a Crocodile/aligator Monster.

Look like a butch and queer coded vilain

Use an axe, a weapon mostly used by persecutor

Purple is a bad guy color, in opposition to blue

Rude and mean girl~

However, she is the one of all the character who is shown to have humanity toward Noelle, here is my point:

When Susie notice Noëlle is capture, she is the first to yell and protest her capture. She even run after Noelle a bit when is taken away.

Susie care about Noelle for real.

Susie listen to Noelle, that sound dumb, but Kris, we don't really know. Berdly clearly not.

Susie talk to Noëlle and by talk I mean, in a "conversation" like they exchange. Even when she don't get it (see the roller coaster scene) Susie is clearly lost but she listen and answer.

Susie tell Noelle at the best as she could what happen so Noelle isn't lost and it bring me to my biggest point

Susie threat Noelle has Noelle. She is not a princess to her, neither she is an object to possess or a peon. She is Noelle, she is a person to Susie. We learn Susie never pick on Noelle because Noelle give a pen when she need it and to Susie helping Noelle in the darkworld is a way to thank her back. There is no second though or interest in her behavior. Just helping someone who helped me.

Also She is the only one who save her, in a litteral sense.

I love how Toby fox take trope modernize it and subvert it and I could continue but I already write alot (and maybe I should add screenshot) but I might do a whole part 2 later. Thanks for reading, if you want more analysis and theory, watch my stream, I also might make other theory and analysis on my tumblr about deltarune soon.

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aceofsweets · 2 years

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{𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬!~}

Hello, hi and welcome

You read the title, Happy Valentines day! time for those who are single have the excuse to love and simp for fictional characters !

i'm just kidding about the single part (or am I?)

anyways, I have recently noticed the lack of Ovenbreak x Readers, so why not make an entire event dedicated to them? here's the list of characters! this is also a major event that will be from February 14 to March 30! please try to request as many Ovenbreak Characters you can with the following prompts!

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{𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓}

1.) "will you be my valentine?"

2.) "*gives (insert character) chocolate* here, I heard you liked this type of chocolate, I can tell because your sweet as hell!"

3.) "Let me hold your hand my valentine, it seems cold"

4.) "Allow yourself to rest my dear, it is valentines day, so let us take a break from the world while in my arms"

5.) "P-PLEASE BE MY VALENTINE, I've been admiring you for awhile and- *cut off by kiss*"

6.) "It's so cold outside but, at least I have you, my eternal sun"

7.)"It's been a while since we've been in a relationship so, Will you be my eternal valentine? *pulls out a ring*"

8.) "We often say that we “love” something. For example, “I love chocolate.”, So I love you!"

9.) Set up date by friends "Ah...well, if this was made for the two of us, will, will you be my valentine?"

10.) Baking together "Ah- sorry I got some sugar on you! it may be a little too much since you're already too sweet enough for me!"

11.) Dating because of a bet "Well, I don't mind this to be completely honest.."

12.) Hand kisses "Hello my queen/king/ruler, why am I calling you that? because you are my king/queen/ruler"

13.) "You, you make my heart warm and for that, I am grateful"

14.) "I sense greatness in our future!"

15.) "Have a love letter handcrafted by me!"

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That's it for the prompts!, now for the characters! Only Ovenbreak characters I know of, BUT WITH THE EXCEPTION OF FROST QUEEN! (I'm not biased it's just I want to write abt her tbh}

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{𝐂𝐇𝐀��𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓}

{LEGENDARY COOKIES} Wind Archer

Millennial Tree

Sea Fairy

Moonlight

Fire Spirit

Timekeeper

Dark Enchantress

Frost Queen

{EPIC COOKIES}

Red Bean

Earl Grey

Roguefort

Leek

Cinnamon

Blueberry Pie

Cherry Blossom

Herb

Sparkling

Cotton Candy

Rose

Yogurt Cream

White Choco

Cream Unicorn

Captain Ice

Raspberry Mousse

Lilac

Scorpion

Cheesecake

String Gummy

Croissant

Blackberry

{RARE COOKIES}

Vampire

Alchemist

Princess

Knight

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As far as i'm away most of the Common Cookies are minors or at least minor coded, anyways, have fun and request away! happy Valentines day Visitors!~

(P.S: Reblogs are heavily appreciated !)

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #lol #oc x cano #reader x canon #x reader #valentines day special event #reblogs appreciated !#happy valentines day

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shieldofrohan · 3 years

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I don't think GRRM explores the flaws in Arya's characterisation rather he explores how the world is unfair to her. Whenever I read Jon, Sansa, Dany , Robb and Bran, I feel they behave as their age requires them to be. They show capabilities yet are not exempted from bad choices which a character at their age can easily commit. With Arya, sometimes it feels like I am not reading a 11 year old kid but a grown up 25 year old woman who never messes up things or has any characterisation flaws which are not inherent within like the other child characters but those failings are primarily influenced by the society.

Hello Anon,

I have to agree and disagree with you.

I agree with that Martin writes Jon, Sansa and Dany better- MUCH BETTER.

I am obviously not a Daenerys fan but I enjoyed her character more than I did with Arya. I said it many times but I am going to say it again: Daenerys is the best written character in the series. She is much more interesting villain than man-pain Tyrion [looking at you Martin.. really, Tyrion?].

Objectively I find her character well written and interesting. But my problem with her is that her cult like fans who completely ignore her true position and characterization in the books. Hopefully in the future people will enjoy Dany character for the right reasons.

I felt like I need to explain my thoughts about Dany first to show my problems with the way of Arya was written by the author.

Arya is the WORST written main character. TRULY. Everything about her is so FAKE/FORCED/CLICHE/UNREALISTIC…

Author says that Arya is the underdog/outcast of the family. Does the writing show this?

NO!

She is literally her father's favorite child. We see Ned constantly favoring her, letting her do what she likes, he never scolds her, he makes time to talk with her about her traumas like losing a friend, he fcking finds a Water Dancer for her [but not a harp teacher for Sansa]. I have a great dad but jeez, even he never showed me this kind of devotion.

Catelyn seems like she knows her daughter well… we don’t see her abusing or ignoring her. She even acknowledges her struggles.

Her siblings love her. Even Sansa tries to keep include her into her own circle to enjoy things together, she covers for her against Septa Mordane.

As we can see, she seems doing fine as a tomboy girl in the family of 5 men/boys and 2 women/girls.

BUT SHE COULDN’T SEW SO SHE WAS BEING ABUSED.

Really? Wow she must be the only special snowflake who wasn’t good at sewing. I am sure rest of the girls in North were all experts. Arya is the only one who lacks some skill people and it made her super sad.

Fans tried to paint this as some "omg anti-feminism/sexism in society" thing and it feels absurd because Arya was bad at history and heraldy too..

A tomboy is not good at some female-coded skill is so fcking cliche for character building and I am not buying it. And this is BAD/LAZY WRITING.

Did Martin try to make her look like an underdog with this??

Well Sansa is not good at math? I am sure she had bad days because of this too but we didn’t read it. If you ask me Sansa (girly girl) being bad at math (male-coded subject) was more sexist than sewing and Arya thing [considering Sansa was good at music and playing instruments which require math but whatever.]

Arya is an outcast because she is not like other girls… WOW, it has never been written before, how did George come up with this idea? Meanwhile we have girls like Mormont girls so obviously she is not the only "NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS MARY SUE".

Evil Mordane bullied poor Arya. Mordane is totally not good for her BUT Arya literally never listens HER TEACHER. I am not talking about her lack of skill in sewing. Arya simply NEVER listens anyone. She disobeys her septa, she declines QUEEN’s invitations rudely, she talks sh*t about CROWN PRINCE while princess is next to them.

Girly lessons like sewing weren’t the only lessons she was not into it…

Sansa would have known who he was, and the fat one too, but Arya had never taken much interest in titles and sigils. Whenever Septa Mordane had gone on about the history of this house and that house, she was inclined to drift and dream and wonder when the lesson would be done.

[ACOK; Arya VII]

She simply never cares about any lessons and she simply refuses to learn basic DECORUM. Yeah I am sorry that she had to learn things she didn’t want to but welcome to real world.

MY POINT IS: all these are so weak points to make her look like an outcast/underdog.

Don’t even let me start with Jeyne Poole calling her HORSERACE nonsense. I said it before so I repeat it: This feels so forced in the story considering Arya is the daughter of Warden of the North and Jeyne is some simple daughter of a simple man who works for Starks.

This is what author himself says about class system:

Q: What was the hardest thing in writing about such an alien world?

GRRM: The vast majority of fantasy is middle agey time wise, and he himself finds the period fascinating; glad to adopt it for novel writing - likes knights and castles and such. He objects to bad fantasy practice which adopts a time setting without accepting the culture - imposing 20th century values like the cheeky stableboy telling off the princess (in reality cheeky stableboy would lose his tongue - look what happend to Mycah); the class system was not just and ornament and these people truly belived in blood, and the rank and priviledge that came with "good" blood. [2006]

But Jeyne somehow had no fear when she was “bullying” a princess. Does this make sense to you or does it feel forced to make Arya look like a victim. And this bad writing keeps repeating itself while author writes Arya and when you realize this pattern you can’t unsee it and it ruins the books a little.

I wrote all these to explain what is ACTUALLY wrong with Arya as a character. I don’t blame Arya for the bad writing, I blame the author.

And I disagree with you a little when you said: "With Arya, sometimes it feels like I am not reading a 11 year old kid but a grown up 25 year old woman who never messes up things or has any characterisation flaws which are not inherent within like the other child characters but those failings are primarily influenced by the society.”

[I explained the her failings in society’s eyes part already.. that thing is a cliche and unrealistic writing]

I don’t agree with that reading Arya feels like reading an older woman. No it feels like reading a VERY UNREALISTIC AND DISTURBING CHILD. She totally makes mistakes:

Talking bad about prince in a room full of people, declining Queen’s invitations, not listening her septa and Sansa, making prince angry, hiding for 4 days while she should have gone to her father to deal with the mess so maybe Mycah and Lady wouldn’t be dead, attacking her sister, killing a stableboy, killing many other people, joining a assassin cult, killing a Black brother because she thinks she has the right etc..

She makes mistakes but we didn’t see her face any consequences. Will we see her face them?? When it comes to Arya I don’t trust GRRM. GRRM covers for her all the time. GRRM = Ned Stark. He favors her. I mean look at this:

Sansa saves Dontos who later molests her and he works for Baeslish who also molests her.

Arya saves Jaqen H’ghar and he turns out to be a Faceless Man who kills THREE people for her.

Sandor sexually assaults Sansa but not Arya [I am not saying he should!! But why is it always Sansa? Does the author punish Sansa for her beauty… ANSWER IS YES because I am done!]

Sansa trusts Joffrey and Cersei ends up the most hated character in the books [even author says she had a part in her father’s death and he is ok with fans hating her]

Meanwhile Arya’s spider senses tell her to not trust Roose Bolton or anyone etc.

Arya runs into people like Yoren or Harwin meanwhile Sansa… you got it.

Basically this is a simple case of author favoring a character and it happens in all books.

The only thing that indicates author knows she is not perfect is that him calling her a “psycho” or not disagreeing when fans call her a psycho [I know I usually make fun of this but actually this is not some good take about a child character especially if you say Starks- including Arya- are the heroes]

In conclusion: I think she is written terribly, she is the weakest part in the story and character building. I simply hate the way author deals with her character. I think she is not interesting. She turned out to be a very dark and disturbing child character and I have no idea what is GRRM trying to tell with her.

Thanks for the ask. Have a nice day.

#anti grrm #anti arya stark #anti arya stans #ask #answered #reply #anon #grrm critical #mine

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woodolly · 3 years

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Obi-wan Kenobi X reader

Rated- Explicit

Words-3006

Warnings- SMUT, Oral Female receiving, inappropriate use of the force, Grammar errors

Four years. It had been four years since Obi-wan Kenobi had seen Y/n Y/l/n’s beautiful face. And now here he stood, he was walking closer and closer to you. Part of him wants to run towards you and hold you in his arms but another part of him could barely walk, his legs feeling weak. With each step he took, he noticed things that have changed about you. Like how your hair had grown, how your Jedi robe fit you tighter than it had before, and a tiny scar that was now on your forehead. Never the less, he still found you beautiful as ever. Time had its effect on Obi-Wan too, his hair was now longer and hanged loosely on his shoulders and he now had a beard; his face still held youth just like yours did.You were his best friend, probably one of the only reasons he stayed a Jedi. You motivated him to continue and he knew he wouldn't be here without you.

At this moment, Obi-Wan seemed to remember every single moment he spent with you. The thought made him smile. Sometimes, he wished the two you were the impulsive padawans again. And sometimes, just sometimes, he wished you would have both forgotten about the Jedi order and ran away together. He missed being on missions with you. And taking breaks with you even if they were just for an hour or two. But being a Jedi had gotten in the way. Once he became a Jedi knight he began to see you less and less and then began to not seeing you at all. He was now only a few feet away from you. And he began to grow nervous. An uncommon feeling for Obi-Wan. Guilt washed upon him, he felt guilty for not making time for you, maybe if he had put in a little more effort he could have stayed close to you. He wondered how you would react when you saw him, would you be angry? happy? or would you not acknowledge him at all? His thought began to drift again this time, Did you think about him a lot? as much as he thought about you?

“Obi-Wan?” a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. You were now facing him. He noticed another thing about you, he noticed the gold band he gave you on Naboo was around your ring finger still. This caused Obi-Wan to smile and look you in the eyes. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, so only you could hear it. He didn't need any unwanted attention coming from other Jedis in the hall of the temple. “and I am so sorry, I never meant to go this long without seeing you,” he whispered again. “There is no need to be sorry,” you said quietly, looking around, to find the hall empty and you wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him, he smiled rubbing your back gently but not in an awkward way, not even close. Obi-Wan pulled back to kiss you on your cheek, placing his hands on your face stroking your cheeks. He thought about all the times his mind drifted to you during the years and no matter how long it had been since he had seen you he never stopped thinking about you. He remembered the times when he felt you were in danger and instantly regretted not doing anything about it. Obi-Wan knew at this moment he would never let you two drift again. He had only been in your presence for a few minutes and he already felt better than he had in the past four years. Obi-Wan was in love with you and he had always been and he will always be. And no Jedi code would ever be able to stop that. Even though Obi-Wan respected the code and the council, the Jedi life could never compare to how he felt about you. And it took him this many years to figure it out.

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“Are you going to tell her you love her?” Qui-Gon asked, causing Obi-wan’s eyes to go wide. “What do you mean, Master?” Obi-Wan questioned, playing dumb. Qui-Gon lightly smiled, while turning to face his Padawan. “Do you think I’m stupid, young Padawan?” Qui-Gon retorted “Of course not, Master” he responded quickly, he could feel his palms starting to sweat. ”Why don't you tell her?” Qui-Gon asked, trying his best to get Obi-Wan to finally talk about you. “I made a commitment to the Jedi Order, a commitment I cannot break. Attachment is forbidden,” Obi-Wan stated plainly, Qui-Gon gave him a sad smile. “Obi-Wan, it is up to you to make your own path, sometimes you need to do what your senses tell you to do,”

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Obi-Wan was now in his bed, laying on his back staring at the ceiling. He had never been good at falling asleep. Most of his nights were spent staring at the ceiling. His late-night thoughts always seemed to drift to you even when he had no contact with you for years. Some nights he would only think about you for a few minutes, but most nights he would think about you for hours. And now here he was, so close to you, yet so far away. Just a few doors down you were sleeping. All he wanted to do was to walk to your room and hold you, but he knew he shouldn't. So he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep once again that night.

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“You know sometimes I think you're going soft for me Obi,” you said with a smile, laying with your back against him on the field full of green grass and wildflowers everywhere. “I could say the same about you,” Obi-Wan responded with a smile, slightly blushing. You turned over, straddling him. He grabbed your hips pulling you closer, making you let out a small laugh. You scanned his face, his face glowed as the summer sun beamed down on the two of you.

Oh, how you could get lost in his eyes forever. It was as if the universe made Obi-wan Kenobi just for you. You placed your hands on the back of his neck. You could feel your heart beating as you slowly you started to lean in, and you gently placed your lips on his. His lips were soft, so soft. Though the kiss was a bit sloppy due to the inexperience, it was still caring and sweet. You both pulled away breathlessly only to find Qui-Gon standing in the corner.

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Obi-Wan eyes instantly opened after recalling the memory. He missed how your lips felt on his, you had the lips of an angel, your lips were so soft and you tasted like the watermelon chapstick you always wore. He wondered if you would still taste the same after all these years, or maybe instead you'd taste like mint? maybe strawberry?

Oh, how he craved your lips at this very moment. He felt like an addict. Maker, he was so intoxicated by your presence. Just seeing you again made him realize he should have never been gone this long in the first place.

Before Obi-Wan could realize what he was doing his feet were placed on your doorstep, knocking gently. Enough to catch your attention if you were already up, but not enough if you were sleeping. After a few seconds, he could hear footsteps getting closer and closer to the door until it finally opened, revealing you in a silk dark blue robe that hugged every curve you had, and showed a bit of cleavage. Obi-Wan eyes trailed down to your body, but soon his eyes trailed back to your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have come,” Obi-Wan said, stepping back to go back to his room. “Obi,” you began, grabbing his forearm making him come back to you. “Please come in?” you asked, he gave you a small smile in response and followed you in.

“Shouldn't you be asleep?” you asked, sitting down on the small couch you had, Obi-Wan taking a seat next to you. “I could say the same to you,” he answered, you gave him a look. The Look. A look he had only seen on you a few times before.

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“You plan on fighting in that?” Obi-wan questioned you, Obi-Wan could practically feel your muscles tensing as you gave him a disproving look. “You don't think that I can duel in a dress?” you asked him harshly, this was the second time he had commented on something about you today. It didn't take Obi-Wan’s Jedi senses to tell him he crossed a line. He had been being a bit of a smart ass all day and you being stressed didn't help the situation. “I’m sorr-” he started his apology, only to be cut off by you igniting your vibrant green lightsaber. “Lets duel,” you insisted, Obi-wan was shocked at your actions and couldn't bring himself to move an inch, “You don't think I can duel with a dress, I'm going to prove you wrong,” You said, stepping closer to him. Obi-Wan smirked at you, how could someone like you, even give him a second glance. Obi-Wan pulled out his lightsaber igniting its vibrant blue color.

“Alright princess, show me what you got,” the young Padawan teased, making the first move only for you to block it quickly. “I'm not a princess,” you retorted, you strike him, lightsabers clashing against each other, this happened again and again for several minutes. In a swift motion, you spin your wrist, twirling the blade and you send Obi-Wan’s lightsaber hurtling away from him, he was unable to react to your move-in time and now was disarmed. Obi-Wan fell his knees in front of you, putting his hands in the air. Surrendering. You slowly put away your lightsaber

“I win,” you stated, Obi-Wan put his hands out to you, signaling for you to come to him. You walk over to him with a sigh and he grabs onto you making you fall in his lap. “You never fail to impress me, l/n” Obi-Wan complemented you gave him a small smile, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting up.

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“I have trouble falling asleep these days,” Obi-wan stated, not wanting you to get to be irritated with him already. “I do too,” you responded, giving him a sincere smile. “I really am sorry, for everything,” he apologized for the second time that day, you turned to face him, getting a bit closer to him. “I’m just as responsible as you are, Obi”

“I will never go this long without seeing you again,” he began, grabbing the side of your face softly, “that's a promise,” he concluded, looking into your eyes.

“Just kiss me already,” you whispered, Obi-Wan smiled sweetly, leaning in to kiss you. Your lips molded together, you still tasted like watermelon. The kiss had felt exactly like he remembered it feeling loving, deep, and passionate. The kiss escalated quickly, before you knew it you were straddling his lap and his hands were placed on the back of your thighs, squeezing lightly. You began kissing his neck, giving him little love bites. Obi-wan pushed you back slightly, untying your robe pushing it off you. You were now left in only your black lacy panties.

Obi-Wan’s attention was now on your breast, kissing in-between them ever so gently. Obi-Wan grazed his teeth across your nipples, sucking gently causing you to let out a loud moan. Obi-Wan immediately put his hand over your mouth silencing you. “You have to be quiet, my sweet girl” he warned, you nodded showing your understanding. His hand began to travel down the curve of your back. He finally reached your panties he hesitated, looking at you for permission, you nodded letting him know it was okay to proceed. “I need to hear you say it,” he whispered, giving you a sweet but serious look, moving pieces of your hair behind your ear.

“I want this. I want you Master Kenobi” you practically begged him to give you what you want. Obi-wan was taken back from the comment. Not in a bad way. You had never called him Master in bed, or anywhere for the matter. You were never one for submitting in the bedroom, but he would be lying if he said your comment didn't turn him on. Obi-Wan lifted you up, carrying you to your bed. When he came to the bed, he dropped you gently, taking off his white shirt he wore to sleep in and his pants and underwear. Obi-Wan basically pounced on you, you could feel his erect cock in-between both of your stomachs. Taking his thumb he dragged down your panties until they reached your feet, he then took them completely off and threw them across the room.

His thumb slowly started circling your clit, he started at a slow pace and started to get faster and faster. You whimpered at his actions, throwing your head back against the mattress, he lowered his head between your legs. “Missed this, missed pleasing you and giving you so much pleasure,” the Jedi knight felt like he was drunk off the amount of ecstasy he had at the very moment. How he would love to live every day and night like this. He loved the thought of pleasing you and the little praises you'd give him. Sometimes he wondered if he existed just to please you.

He moved his head between your legs resting them on his shoulders, sliding his tongue up and down on your pussy at the perfect pace, he decided to stop at your clit this time and began to circle his tongue around it. This caused you to whine and buck your hips against him. “So good... feels so good...” you could barely make out words, your fingers found your way to his hair, desperate to hold on to something. You pulled on it slightly, causing Obi-Wan to let out a quiet moan. The only thing that had changed about the last time Obi-Wan had done this to you was that now he had a beard. A beard that was rubbing against your skin.

“You taste just as good as I remember darling,” Obi-Wan praised, dipping his finger in your wet cunt to get some of your juices to bring up to your lips. You took his fingers in your mouth, tasting your juices. “Don't you think you taste wonderful darling?” he asked, and you nodded in agreement. You grew needier the more Obi-Wan spoke, “Please fuck me, master?” you begged, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Patience, sweet girl” he replied, tracing your curves on your soft skin, moving up so his face was at your breast, seconds were feeling like hours. “Fuck patience,” you stated, rolling the two of you over, so you were on top. This action shouldn't have taken Obi-Wan by surprise he should have known eventually your dominant side would come out.

You pinned his hands together keeping them there with the force as you moved down so your face was next to his erect cock. Obi-Wan was average in length and above average in thickness, the tip of his cock was dripping with precum. You traced your fingers along the base of his cock a few times and finally put the tip in your mouth sucking gently. Obi-Wan let out a loud moan, you chocked him lightly through the force hoping he'd get the hint to be quiet and he did. You took the tip out of your mouth, and it gave it a quick lick. “Are you ready?” you asked him, letting go of your force grip on his hands. “Yes, Princess”

“I’m not a princess Obi-Wan,” you warned, lining up your entrance with his cock, finally sliding down slowly. He missed this, and his cock definitely did too. His hand could never compare to your warm, wet, and tight pussy. Maker did he feel so good inside you. You bouncing up and down on his cock. While he got to watch your breast bounce up and down. You looked stunning to him like this.

However, Obi-Wan couldn't help himself and decided to roll the two of you over again, he started thrusting into you as fast as possible, making you trail your fingernails down his back, leaving red marks, not that he minded at all. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the entire room and yours and Obi wan’s moans. you started to feel the knot in your stomach tighten “I’m going to c-” You tried to get out through your quiet moans, and he began speeding up, if it was even possible, his tip hitting against the special spot. “Me t-” Obi-Wan began but got cut off by your walls tightening again his cock and finishing. The sensation caused him to do the same finishing inside of you. Once you and Obi-Wan finished riding your highs, he pulls out of you. Grabbing your face gently to plant a long and loving kiss on your lips. The kiss had a faint taste of you on it from both of you, but Obi-Wan loved it.

Obi-Wan got up from the bed, you gave him a confused look. He dragged you to the end of the bed by your ankles, until your legs were at the edge of the bed. He lifted you carrying you to the bathroom.

“Let’s take a bath love,” he insisted, only for you to roll your eyes playfully

“Oh, is my badass future wife too good for baths?” he asked, your eye went wide at his comment.

“You'd want to marry me? What about the coun-” you began but got cut off “We will figure it out love, I promise” he said, giving you a small smile. You handed him a small bottle.

“What’s this?” he asked, taking it

“The bubbles I want for our bath,” you smiled and he kissed your soft lips sweetly

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 11

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TW for this chapter: more mild smut. more memes. more hijinks and shenanigans. coffee make the brain go skrrrt. bruce fluff & thor being a good bro™. some1 is catching ✨feelings✨. Previous chapters in the link above the cover pic.

Beta reader is @miscmarvelwritings so don't be shy, give her a read. She's the PB to my jelly.

"I don't know about you..." Taylor Swift softly sang from the speakers.

"Bitch, I hope the fuck you do!" I shouted, tumbling into the kitchen with the grace of a giraffe on acid. The smell of coffee and fresh omelettes was mouthwatering.

"You look… Good," Peter stared at me, his coffee mug frozen halfway to his mouth. The tone of his voice bore very little understanding of the situation he found himself in.

I didn't sleep that night, instead pursuing a scientific quest right after being finger-fucked by Tony Stark. I blame the suits - he had one partially disassembled not ten feet from the puddle my juices had made on the floor - and well, I never said I had a great attention span. One terrible, inappropriate joke had led us to smirking to each other from both sides of the suit as we brainstormed how to best modify it for impromptu bondage sessions. If Peter could have heard us go at it, he'd never set foot in Tony's lab ever again.

On my mighty quest to quench the thirst for knowledge, I completely neglected basic hygiene, so the me that rolled into the kitchen that morning still had yesterday's outfit consisting of fishnets and Tony's hoodie, possibly stained with cum and pussy juice. As a bonus feature, infamous raccoon eyes had made an appearance, courtesy of me rubbing my face multiple times throughout the night.

"I'm feeling my oats," I declared proudly, sitting down next to Peter, making grabby hands at the coffee machine.

"I'm tempted to ask..." Clint handed me the steaming hot dish full of holy bean juice. "But I think I'd rather not." Pointedly, he moved away from me, just enough to make it known he was wary.

"What just happened?" Stephen Strange blinked owlishly.

Boy was he a sight for sore eyes. The wizard wasn't Tony, of course, but his plain white tee left very little to imagination, pulled tight across his toned chest and lean arms. The grey sweats? Illegal. That's a bonk and a ticket to the horny jail for me.

"You didn't get to sleep? Again?" Peter asked, exasperated.

"Sleep who?" I chirped, feeling way too energetic for someone running on some illegal drugs and a single orgasm. It was easy to shrug off the concerned stares I kept getting from the adults and Pete since my already wacky attention span decided to quit it's job without notice.

"Guys, have you seen… oh, there she is!" Tony scrambled into the kitchen, holding his head. That manic look did nothing for his complexion, but then again, I'd take him even filthy and crippled. "Don't just disappear like that!" He snatched the half-empty coffee cup, downing it's remnants in one go and immediately going for a refill. "We didn't finish programming in the shibari function..." He mumbled, absentmindedly running a hand through his messy, greasy hair.

"I..." Peter was still frozen. "I'm not sure I, uh, follow."

"So, me and Tones had this absolutely BRILLIANT idea ..." I started, leaning back in my chair. "But the execution, as usual, needs more work."

"Yes, I can see you've been having ideas," Pete's sass was ignored by both me and Tony. The man was kind enough to clumsily plop a coffee cup in front of me as he was beelining for the fridge. "What are you trying to install? Shib-what?"

"You don't want to know, Pete, trust me," Clint made big eyes at me from across the room. "I'm scared of you," He added, pointing an accusative finger in my direction.

I gave him my best manic stare, probably overdid it by a wide margin. Barton shrunk back, slinking subtly behind Stephen who cleared his throat.

"So I've heard you had an incident yesterday," The doctor was looking at me with concern and pity. "Do you need to visit the medbay?"

About a dozen unsaid and very inappropriate responses later, I simply shook my head negative. My mouth was not to be trusted whilst I was so distracted. Plus, he was hot. I kind of tended to think with my vagina instead of my brain around hot people.

"Good morning," Wanda entered the room, stopping briefly at my side to give me a hug. "Ugh, finally," She muttered the words, looking first at me, then at Tony.

I raised my eyebrow in a silent question and she just smiled, reaching for her own coffee cup.

Tony mercilessly towed me back to his lab once I polished off two omelettes and another cup of coffee - what would've been my fourth was snatched out by an amused Stephen, all stern and firm and magical, meaning he simply whooshed it out of existence as I was raising it to my mouth. He didn't appreciate my choice of expletives, either, none too fondly rolling his eyes and beginning a lecture on heart attacks. Whatever, Tony was my knight in shining armour and we left the kitchen quietly plotting our mechanical plots right over the annoying doctor's mumbling.

There was quite a lot of delicate soldering involved in the gauntlets of the new suit. Having to construct and fix everything on the go proved to be harder than building a robot; even for Tony, the genius engineer himself. We had burned ourselves and nearly dislocated our wrists too many times to count. Thankfully Friday ran the calculations in the background, so we just did the manual labor part.

And coding. The pounding in my skull, the acid in my loins. My God, I hated coding during a hangover. Tony didn't fare any better and that was the best consolation, really. Despite the consumed caffeine, he passed out somewhere during the initial stage. I held out not much longer, barely catching myself as I was reclining against him on the very floor we were building on, scattered cups and tools and glowing holo-screens keeping us company.

My sleep was deep but not deep enough to miss a pair of deep male voices contemplating how to best move mine and Tony's sleeping bodies somewhere more comfortable. The engineer was a cuddler, it turns out, and refused to unwind himself from my prone body, going as far as to kick one of the men - I later learned it was Thor who got a swift punt in the shins from Tony when the Asgardian and Banner attempted to untangle our combined limbs. In the end, they settled awkwardly piling me on top of Tony and Thor single-handedly carried us all the way to Tony's penthouse, depositing us in the absolutely magnificent fluffy, enormous bed.

The bed? I wanted one as soon as I landed on it.

The fishnets? They were beginning to cut into the soft parts of my body, causing an uncomfortable stinging and itching sensation whenever I moved.

"Bwucie," I slurred with my eyes shut, feeling the man rustling around with a blanket, tucking us in. He was just the sweetest scientist.

"Sorry, we tried not to wake you up. Go back to sleep, Princess," He whispered, leaning closer to my face. His breath tickled my hair.

"M'kay, jus' wanna get these off," I weakly pulled at the offending piece of clothing.

The man chuckled. "That looks uncomfortable," Before softly sliding his hands up my legs, hooking his fingers under the stretchy waistband and pulling them down. His hands were hot and soft; my moan was softer but he heard it nonetheless, hand briefly stilling on my thigh.

I snuggled deeper into Tony, rolling onto my side and unashamedly throwing a leg over his hips, happy to find his jeans were off, too.

It appeared that Tony's teammates had already developed some sort of care protocol for their resident mad scientists. Bruce's and Thor's actions had been executed with a practiced care and gentleness. The warm fuzzy feeling in my chest blossomed fully as Bruce once more tucked the blanket around me, tenderly patting me on the back and Tony on the shoulder.

"You'nThor, y'the best," I managed to wiggle out the words out of my muddled, uncooperative brain before returning back to the dreamland.

It felt like another ten minute nap when I woke up again. The lights in the room were off, the NYC skyline providing the illumination instead. Tony was still in bed with me, his breathing even and the quiet hum of the arc reactor steady under my ear. It was the first time I'd been close enough to him to hear the sound of it.

Sleep slowly seeped out of my body, lead disappearing from my limbs. It seemed like I hadn't moved at all. Once my head cleared up, the confusion seeped in. I'd gone to second base with Tony and we did science and never spoke of it again. He didn't kiss me, didn't touch me more than usual - but didn't resist a good ole sleepy cuddle.

What now? I never thought I'd actually get this far. Some part of me - probably the same part that sent me on a romantic novel reading spree a couple of years ago - thought he'd wake up, confess his secret love and attraction for me and we'd seal it with a kiss. Yeah, no, that sounded disgustingly unrealistic even to my own ears. There was no way I would be kissing someone with this swamp I had going on in my mouth.

I wasn't actually that naïve. Why would a man like him pursue something serious with a girl like me? I was a child in his eyes. In fact, all of the Avengers minus Wanda and Bucky treated me like a child. I knew why and I still hated it. I've been taking care of myself in all the ways but financial for years, surely, they had to have noticed that. Teachers in school certainly did. Bruce did, to some extent, I had to admit begrudgingly. Even if his behaviour was really peculiar sometimes.

"Do I make a comfortable pillow, Princess?" A chuckle startled me out of my musings. Tony sounded relaxed and warm and cosy.

"Yeah," I answered honestly, tilting to see his face. He was giving me that lopsided smirk, the one he previously saved for science and Peter and Clint's baking ventures. Something within me stirred, painfully tightening my chest, and I fought against it to preserve this memory like this - happy, carefree.

His thumb found it's way around me, tracing the line of my jaw with surprising tenderness. He was looking at me like I was made of glass. Like I was the most beautiful sculpture he'd ever seen.

I scrunched my nose when his finger found my lips. "I need a shower and a toothbrush," I declared, not knowing what else to do. All of this - the atmosphere, the shared comfort, the looks - it felt too intimate somehow. Having to be on full display of his intelligent, deep brown eyes was terrifying: I felt like crying one moment and laughing the next.

"I was having a moment here," Tony snorted indignantly but relented nonetheless, slowly pushing himself up in a sitting position.

I admired his broad shoulders and the dips and valleys of his arms as he stretched; he caught me staring and winked, of course. I retaliated with skimming my fingertips under the hem of his tee, lightly scratching my nails over his defined abs, delighted with his shiver.

"Behave," He sternly mouthed, following with a smile.

"Never," I smiled back, slipping into banter with comfortable familiarity.

He then led me to the huge walk-in shower, unashamedly stripping off his shirt and socks on the way. Boxers were the last, flying somewhere over my head. My hormones were a raging inferno, or, at least that's what I would have said if someone asked me why the 'loading' icon was hanging over my head as I stared at Tony's round, firm ass. I had to touch it. I absolutely had to touch it, at least once in my life.

My dignity was saved by my own yawn. Tony's hands used the opportunity to slide his hoodie (RIP) over my head, exposing me to the cold air. I shivered in my lacy bra and panties until they were gone, too. My flaws stared back at me from the wall-length mirror and with the way Tony's hands gently settled over my stomach, another hand copping a feel of my breast, I couldn't bring myself to care.

"Beautiful, Princess," He simply said, having noticed the frown on my face.

"No, you," I automatically replied, smirking.

"Me? Nah," He shrugged nonchalantly, gesturing to his arc reactor. "Sexy, however... I'm definitely fucking hot," He leered, pressing his hips into mine with a knowing smirk.

I wiggled my butt, taking my time to turn around and face him. I saw right through the defenses he'd put up. The team didn't start calling me "girl version of Tony" without a reason - I knew we were quite similar in the less desirable character trait category. Impulsive, selfish. Defensive.

Angry red lines spanned across his chest, some faded, some raised. In the middle of it all, the arc reactor shone like a blue little sun in its metal framing. I traced around it, feeling the uneven skin, bumps and dips of it. "It keeps you alive. That's more than enough. For me," I placed a chaste kiss right in the middle of it.

I wished he didn't have to have the thing. I wished he'd never had to go through what he went though in Afghanistan - for me, the press release I'd read was enough to get a grasp on the fact he was tortured and hurt and fucked up in there.

Stepping into the shower, I retreated from him, retreated from my feelings getting in the way and ruining the fun. The least I wanted to do was humiliate myself by crying out of... Out of what, pity? Lovesickness?

"I'm starting to see why everybody else thinks we might be related," Tony's chuckle sounded tired and slightly forced.

"I hope not," A moment to figure out what knob to turn and hot water rained down my body. Almost instantly, the tension in me melted away. "I'm not really into incest and shit."

"Ew," He walked under the stream, sighing agreeably. "But you're into bondage, so you've got that going on for you."

"Yep. Bondage and hot old dudes," I shrugged, reaching for the shampoo.

"I definitely qualify for all three," Tony promptly snatched the bottle out of my hands, standing behind me to do the tedious task of washing me. I allowed, guiltlessly enjoying the treatment. His dexterous fingers massaged my scalp, caressed my body.

A moan slipped out of me at the glide of his hand across my nether regions.

"Tut-tut, Birdbrain is going to pitch a fit if we're late for dinner!"

"Fuck the Chicken," I announced petulantly, attempting to follow the motion of his hand with my hips. He held me firmly by my stomach, only succeeding in adding fuel to the fire within me. "Tony-y-y..."

"Nu-uh," He replied, but the smile hidden in my shoulder and the boner poking me in the hip gave him away.

"Sir?" I tried, getting a low groan in response. "Master? Owner? Daddy?"

His breath stuttered at the last syllable, teeth closing none-too-gently around a patch of my skin. I felt a bruise bloom under his mouth, the delicious pull of it making me realize I'd be marked by Tony for days. A full-body shudder erupted from me at the thought.

"You're trouble," He growled, grinding his own arousal into my ass. "Filthy, spoiled brat," Tony punctuated his words with another claiming bite on my shoulder blade.

"I'm your trouble now," I smirked, relishing in all the attention my body was getting. The fingers that granted me sweet ecstasy at night a fresh memory in my mind, I relented my own urgent need in favour of repaying the man of my dreams for his troubles.

One smirk and my knees rested comfortably on the strangely soft floor of the shower. I came face to face with Tony's hard cock. It stood proudly, the flushed tip of it dripping - with water or pre-come, I didn't know, but was eager to find out.

"Fuck," Tony gasped, gazing down at me in astonishment as I tongued the slit of his cockhead. "You dirty little thing," He seemed to gather his wits quickly enough, bracing himself against the wall with one hand.

He was just about to find out how dirty, I decided. There was something satisfying on a purely primal level, seeing a powerful man absolutely losing it with his dick in my mouth. Rapidly, I swallowed as much of him as I could. His girth throbbed.

"Ruin me?" I popped off, resting my cheek against the hardness of it, tugging on his free hand to place it in my hair. My own arousal flared in response to his bewildered hunger.

Tony wasted no time in fisting a hand in my hair, carefully but firmly putting my mouth onto his cock. Inch after inch disappeared within my mouth; I was breathing through my nose as he slowly began fucking my mouth.

"Fuck, Jesus Christ, Princess, fuck," The mantra fell from his lips, echoing in the large room, mixing in with the water still pouring onto our bodies from above. The heat of it had nothing on the smouldering fire in my belly where it coiled tight and low. Tony's musk on my tongue, the firm hold on my hair. He truly held me, in body and in mind. There was nowhere else I'd rather be than on my knees for him.

I moaned around him causing a stutter in the moderate tempo. Our eyes met: his, wide and gleaming captured my own and I couldn't look away. With a wanton moan, Tony increased the pace, it quickly became brutal and punishing. I held onto his thighs for dear life, wordlessly pleading him to use my mouth for his own pleasure.

And he took it, shamelessly, emptying himself into my mouth with a groan that nearly made me come untouched. It was beautiful and I swallowed every drop of him, refusing to let the evidence of his bliss go to waste.

"Fuck," His voice was ragged.

I rested my cheek against his thick thigh, catching my breath. "Good?" Just to quickly be pulled to my feet, trapped between his hot, wet body and the chilly tiles of the nearest wall. The shiver that ran through me was only partially caused by the sudden change in temperature.

"You did so good, you're my good girl," He mumbled against my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth without any restraint. His other hand slid between my legs, immediately toying with my clit. That and the hastily spoken praise coupled with the feverish way he was licking himself out of my mouth sent me over the edge, until I was falling, stumbling head-first into an ecstatic abyss.

"Mmm... Tony," Dreamily, I savoured the moment.

"Oh, we're back to first name basis?" He snarked, finally turning off the water.

Pliant as ever, I followed him out of the shower and into his walk-in closet where he pointed at a row of t-shirts and hoodies. I grinned mischievously as I took my pick. "Daddy?"

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(stark!reader) can i have some angstyyyyy peter? like peter and the reader get in a huge fight over something it can end happy i just need some angst lol

oop- you’re a brave soul coming to me for angst

I did a royal au cause i was in the mood so i hope you don’t mind

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Warnings : angsty, cursing, whore shaming

Word Count : 1.2k

I Will Fight For You

Knight!Peter Parker x Stark!Princess!Reader

Peter was never one to give up easily. He was a fighter, no matter how many times he got knocked down, brought to his knees with a sword pointed at his throat, he always found some way to get back up. He would fight to his last breath, if his body screamed no, his mind screamed yes back louder. His motivation and morals never left him even in the harshest of situations.

Which is one of the reasons he made such a noble and respected lad, an even better knight.

he lived by the code, he lived for the kingdom. He loved his people and in return they loved him, singing tails of his battles through the streets and gifting him food and services whenever he passed by. He always managed to decline them politely, instead going to the local orphanages to tell his stories, expiring young children across the villages with his young age and wise mind.

But most importantly he lived for his family, the people he cared about the most. He would do anything for them, give up his title, his money, his sword even his life in a single heartbeat without any hesitation. They were his everything, they were the reason he fought everyday of his life, without his aunt, his friends, his love, he was nobody. In return, he never asked for much if nothing at all. His life was his family, and once they were safe and within his reach he was the happiest knight in the kingdom

But in situations like these, he couldn't offer his life or material things. No amount of training in the fields or riding horses into battle could prepare him for this moment. He had to learn the hard way that he couldn't fight his way out of a broken heart.

“You can’t be serious,” Peter croaked, trying his best to keep his tears at bay, “How are you so sure your father wouldn’t approve of us,”

“Because i heard it with my own ears Peter,” you whispered harshly, keeping your hands wrapped tightly around your self as you walked closer to him, “He-,” you paused, looking away to take a deep breath, “He said that nobody without royal blood is welcome in his family, no matter how honoured they may be,”

“That’s bullshit,” Peter shook his head, holding out his hands in desperation, “Your father loves me, the kingdom loves me,”

“But in the end you’re nothing but a commoner from the village with swordsmanship,” you sighed, squeezing your eye lids tightly together, “Your achievements don’t matter to him Peter, your bloodline does,” you looked into his eyes, mustering a small, shaky smile, “And in the end, our marriage would bring no benefits to the kingdom, no benefits to him,”

“But-,” Peter persisted, raking his brain for anything, anything that might save the both of you, but his mind came up blank.

“But nothing Peter,” you snapped, cut your hand through the air, “There’s nothing we could do, you-,” you let out a breath, your voice dropping to back to a whisper, “you knew this was coming regardless,”

“You seriously cant be giving up that easily Y/n,” Peter approached you, taking your face in his palms, “We can’t give up so easily on us,”

“I’m sorry peter,” you sobbed, rubbing your thumb soothingly in his wrist, “There’s nothing we could do, I was bound to get married at some point,” you bit your lip, “I’m surprised I lasted so long without getting married off,”

“You could last longer, we could last longer,” he laughed light heartedly, breathing heavily as the weight of the situation slowly fell on to him, “We could run away, like we’ve always wanted,”

“Like you’ve always wanted Peter,” you said, looking slightly hurt at his words, “You know I would never abandon my kingdom, my duties”

“Even for me?” Peter scoffed, moving his hands off of you, “Did any of this mean anything to you?”

“Don’t be insane Peter, of course it did, it meant the world to me,” you clenched your hands into fists, “But the kingdom always comes first, i made this clear when this whole arrangements started,”

“I thought i could change your mind,” he mumbled facing his back towards you, “I thought you would love me as much as i do you,”

“I do love you Peter!” You cried, grabbing his arm to turn him around but he jerked it away, pulling it close to his chest, “Do you not think this isn’t hurting me as much as it is you,”

“Then why aren’t you doing anything about it!” He exclaimed, “Your the princess of the god damn kingdom for Christ’s sake, future queen and heir to the thrown,” he sneered the tittles out, hating them with every passing moment, “You have power, you have options but yet your choosing to be some other king’s whore,”

He felt the pain after that he felt the guilt for his words. A quick, hard slap landed on the side of his face, making his stumble back at the shock and force of the hit.

He knew he messed up the moment the slur left his mouth. He let the anger, the pain take over his mind, controlling him to the point of no return. He was already on thin ice with you, now he had just gone and shattered it beneath your feet.

“Out of all the people, i thought you would’ve understood the most,” you murmured, turning away and walking towards your horse.

You got on to her back, patting her neck before grabbing the reigns delecatly in your hands. You face was blank, tears staining down the side of your cheek glimmering in the light that passed through the thick trees.

“Goodbye Lord Parker,” Were the last words you uttered before ridding off, out of the woods and to the castle.

Peter stood frozen in place, his hands shaking rapidly before landing in a nearby tree, shaking the bark beneath his punch. He let out a loud scream, banging his head against the trunk, laying it there as he thought about his words, his reasoning behind them.

Your pain stricken face flashed before his eyes, replaying it over and over again, feeding into the guilt of his words and actions.

He couldn’t let that be your last interaction, he couldn't loose you after saying such cruel, heartless names. It was foolish, immature that he even uttered them, that he didn't stop to think.

He loved you, he loved you so much. He couldn't leave you, it physically hurt him at the thought of you in someone else’s arms, with their ring on your finger instead of his, showing you off to the world as theirs.

He quickly ran to his horse, jumping on his back and quickly riding him to his cottage. He wasn’t about to loose you, especially at his own mouth. You weren’t leaving him so easily, he made a vow to fight for the kingdom, to fight for his people, and that included you.

“I’m coming Y/n,” he mumbled to himself, determination running through his veins, “I’m coming,”

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