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destroy-me-baby · 1 year

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Leon Kennedy headcanons? (Please, Bitte, include Ashley somehow thank you)

Leon Kennedy NSFW hcs + Ashley

Requests are open, see pinned post.

Content Warnings: mentions of sub/dom dynamics, begging, orgasm delay/denial, edging, punishments, “mommy/daddy” and “sir/ma’am” used as a title, overstimulation.

This is nsfw, if you are underage or uncomfortable with the previously mentioned content, please continue scrolling.

Sub!Leon hcs:

- Oh you have no fucking idea.

- This man is desperate for affection and praise, I can practically smell it on him.

- Mostly an obedient sub, especially RE2 era Leon, but anything after that he will get a bit brattier.

- Mommy/daddy kink for sure. He loves it when his mommy or daddy is kind and gentle with him, and will pull him into their chest for aftercare as they rub his back.

- He’s a softie at his core, he wants to be taken care of and to care for others. Definitely giving me some service sub vibes, he will practically beg to eat you out or suck your dick.

- “Please, can I make you feel good? Please untie me, or sit on my face, or whatever you want as long as I can make you cum? Please??”

- Speaking of begging, when you overstim him he tends to go nonverbal, mainly just whines, whimpers, and the occasional “please-“ mixed in here and there.

- But when you edge him? Or G-d forbid straight up deny him? It’s a whole different story.

- “Please- please can I cum? I’ll do whatever you want, I promise! Please??“

- To the point that any soft dom would probably cave and give him what he wants.

- Hard doms though? I think Leon would prefer soft, but if he got around a dominant who’s a stickler for the rules, all that training will come in handy right away.

- “Yes sir/ma’am, right away sir/ma’am.”

- Like I said, RE4 and up Leon is more of a brat. His main recurring offense is back talking. Nothing crazy like outright insulting his dominant (unless it’s someone like Luis, let’s be honest with ourselves), but he’ll definitely argue.

- “Why do I have to be tied up so tight? I thought you just said I’ve been good?” “What do you mean I’m not allowed to cum? Why the hell not?”

- Takes his punishments like a champ. RE2 Leon not so much. Expect some crying and lots of aftercare, and he will be apologizing throughout.

- “M’sorry, I won’t do it again- I’ll be good from now on! Please stop!”

- “”hates”” being spanked. Heavy emphasis on those quotation marks.

Dom!Leon hcs:

- This man is a fucking TEASE.

- He’s not a hard dom by any extent of the word (once again, unless it’s someone like Luis who gets him all riled up), but he loves verbal teasing.

- “What’s the matter, princess? You want something?” “You wanna cum? Too bad, so sad. You’ll just have to wait.”

- You know all those dumbass one-liners? Yeah. He’s not above doing that to someone during sex. He will make puns, and he’ll do it shamelessly just to watch someone’s face contort in a mixture of laughter, disappointment, and pleasure.

- Will have his partner do little challenges every once in awhile. For example, keeping them stuck to a vibrator for a certain amount of time, and asking them to hold back their orgasm until he says so.

- Which brings me to toys. Leon is more than happy to do everything himself, but he will never be opposed to using vibrators, flogs, gags, whatever you want in addition to himself. He may be desperate for praise, but he’s not so insecure as to get jealous over a piece of plastic or silicone.

- As previously mentioned, he wants to take care of people so bad. Either sub or dom, he wants to feel like he’s doing a good job, and like he’s worth something to someone.

- No matter what type of scene it was, expect very soft aftercare. He’ll leave kisses on each sore wrist and ankle, and walk his partner through every step of the way as he gets them a water, cleans them up, etc.

- “You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” “Here, honey, let me hold you until you catch your breath.” “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

Bonus hcs - Ashley

- To be entirely honest, I’m not a fan of Ashley in a sexual context, nor is it something I think of.

- But she’s definitely not an innocent little woman like Capcom may have portrayed her as in the original.

- She may have a reputation to uphold as the president’s daughter, but let’s be real, this is a grown ass adult, and despite her situation in the fourth installment she had her eyes on Leon from minute one.

- Of course, when they first met she was more concerned with getting out of that church alive (as was her savior), but once they got a minute and she saw those muscles?

- Holy hell. That’s about all you can say.

- I don’t ship Leon and Ashley whatsoever personally, but if they were to be intimate I feel like it would be to blow off steam. Maybe calm their nerves for a bit while they’ve got a moment alone and momentarily safe.

- No BDSM dynamic, but Leon would definitely take the lead.

- “Let me take care of you, Ashley.” Whispered in her ear and she’s GONE.

- He would definitely eat her out, and they’d better hope there are absolutely no enemies nearby otherwise the whole village will be on their backs. She is loud.

- Leon likes his partner to be loud. It makes him feel accomplished. Win-win.

#sub leon kennedy #dom leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy hcs #resident evil #Ashley graham smut

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 10 months

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An Americano, Please? Part 2

Word Count: 757 A/N: italicized text within quotation marks means that the person speaking is using Romanian instead of English

Y/N's POV:

I haven't seen Jenna for five days, so she was probably just a tourist. It's not uncommon for a tourist to pop by the shop asking for a coffee but not being able to speak Romanian, so I have no idea why I'm so sad that she's not coming back.

I thought the idea of a "hallway crush," (someone you've interacted with once or twice for a short or professional amount of time, but are attracted to nonetheless), only lasted through high school. I guess I was wrong.

Friday morning, the shop is quiet because of how early it is. I shovel some coffee beans into the grinder. Despite the annoyingly loud noise it makes, I find it an oddly satisfying process.

I yawn, getting out of bed at four thirty for a five AM shift is nobody's idea of a good start to a day.

Once the coffee's all ground up, I put some in the drip coffee brewer and the rest next to the espresso machine.

In the back, I can smell my coworkers taking today's baked goods out of the oven.

"Hey, L/N, want a cinnamon bun? It's a little 'burnt', so we can't sell it," my coworker and friend Nessa asks. Every Friday is the same, Nessa and I are two of the only people around the shop this early, so we'll sneak a pastry and say it was burnt if anyone asks.

"Sure, Thanks!" I reply, taking the warm pastry from her. Taking a bite, a smile creeps across my face, "did you guys change the recipe? This is even better than last week's!"

"Yeah, boss asked if we could add a few more spices to the dough," she explains, "I'm a pretty big fan of the new recipe if I do say so myself."

It's not long before the cafe starts to smell like cinnamon and coffee, a perfectly inviting scent in the gloomy fall weather.

Five twenty and it's time to open up the shop. Of course, no one actually arrives until six, usually. Nevertheless the owner says being open early is best for business.

As I wait for the first customers to arrive, I zone out. There's not much to do except for sitting alone with my thoughts.

I'm so lost in thought that I'm thoroughly shocked when I hear the bell on the door ring, indicating that someone has entered the shop. I look up to see who it is. Then it dawns on me. She's a little paler than last time, but it's still her.

"Jenna?" I ask incredulously, I thought for sure she was gone.

"You remember me?" she raises an eyebrow.

"I remember most people who can't speak Romanian," I lie.

"Sure," she giggles.

"What can I get for ya today?" I ask.

"You know, I think I'll take your joke from the other day seriously," she replies with a faint smirk, "I'll have an Americano with oat milk please."

"Alright, an Americano for the American," I laugh, mixing the drink, "so, what brings you to Romania?"

"Could you please repeat that?" she asks, "sorry, I've been having trouble focusing lately."

"Well, you're clearly not a tourist, because most tourists don't stick around for more than three days. So I'm just wondering, what brings you to Romania?" I repeat.

"Oh, uh, I'm filming a TV show," she explains.

"You act?" I ask. I don't know why I'm surprised. She certainly has the looks and charisma for Hollywood.

"Yeah," she smiles, "this is definitely one of the bigger things I've done though."

"Congrats on that! What are you filming? Are you allowed to tell people?"

"It's a show about the Addams family," she tells me.

"Oh I love that franchise!" I exclaim, "Are you playing one of the family members?"

"Yeah, I'm Wednesday, which is both exciting and nerve wracking."

Okay, so I'm literally talking to a celebrity.

"Woah... That- that sounds like an awesome job," I smile, "good for you. So you'll be in the area for a while?"

"What's it to you?" she smirks flirtatiously, "you wanna take me out on a date or something?" I feel a blush start to creep it's way to my cheeks.

"That depends, you gonna be in town for a while?"

"At least six more months."

"In that case, how about I show you around town sometime?"

"I'd like that," she smiles. As much as I would love to keep up this banter, there's too many people in the store now.

I hand her the receipt, my number neatly scribbled down on the blank side, "reach out when you're available," I wink.

She heads out and I watch as she leaves.

On with the day. Only four hours left of this shift.

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vanquishedjelly · 1 year

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Mission Accomplished

HellBoy x Reader

Summary- You and HellBoy have been flirting back and forth. Waiting for each other to make a move. Battling to see who will react first. What will happen when you take the flirting up a notch?

A/N- I love the thought of how flirty HellBoy is, and I love the thought of someone else flirting just as much with him (if not more) and so my imagination took hold. Enjoy!

It's been a few years since I've joined B.P.R.D. When I was asked to join I didn't think I would be of much use. I only have Intention/Emotion Sense, both of which I couldn't see being useful on missions, but nevertheless they ushered me to join and I am so glad they did. When I first met Abraham and HellBoy I was blown away by their abilities (and their looks, not gonna lie). Almost feeling slightly lesser than, but Abe was the first to speak up and quickly dismissed those thoughts (which is how i found out he could read minds… crazy, right?) HellBoy on the other hand was kind of stand off-ish?.. is the only way I can put it. His Emotion showed neutrual- no like nor dislike- like he didn't expect me to be around for very long, so he didn't really see the need in putting much time in friendly conversation. Understandable. The first few months it was just me and Abe, goofing about. Normally talking about the books in the library, the missions he and HellBoy has been on- which HellBoy made sure to chime in every now and then to add small details in the stories as he could. Or just chilling- Abe in his tank munching on his god awful smelly eggs and me sitting in the big chair in the library with my phone talking about whatever crossed our minds. Slowly but surely HellBoy started sitting down with us in the library, speaking up a lot more about stories, or even asking my thoughts on random things. I was curious and I felt his intentions, wholeheartedly friendly and emotions were slightly nervous at times, so I opened up to his interactions quickly. After that, me and him talked damn near on a daily basis. Finding out how much of a flirt he was and how much of a goofball he was, was a rollercoaster to say the least- especially on my first mission. Oh lord… You should've seen his face when I started flirting back just as much. I didn't even need to sense to see how surprised he was.

_ "Hey, (y/n), you still with us?" I quickly look up from my forgotten book, staring wide eyed at HellBoy, who was leaning against the door frame. It wasn't hard to sense that his intention was to find me. "Ok, I gotta know what you're thinkin' bout to get that look on your face." He says, his laughter showing through his tone. I tilt my head, "I had a look on my face?" He nods, "yeah, smilin' from ear to ear," he motions his finger towards my face, "and with that far away look, i know it wasn't because of what you're reading." I laugh and shrug slightly, "didn't know i was so easy to read." I sigh, the same reminiscing smile reappears on my face, "just remembering my first few months here." I close the book in my lap and set it aside as HellBoy walks further into the library, almost towering over me. "yeah, I remember the look you gave me when i walked into the room." He says, "the way I saw your pupils dilate." He whistles in emphasis, " I just know you was marveling in how hot i was." I huff out a laugh. "Oh, ab-so-lutley!" staring up at him, "I was so hot and bothered i didn't know what to do with myself." i half joke, fanning myself. He lets out a hearty laugh. "so, you've found me, what'd you need?" I ask "Manning has another" he makes air quotations, " 'Gas leak' for us to fix before it gets too outta hand." I nod, "He needs all of us in the meeting room in 30 minutes to talk about the details." I stand up, "alright, gives me the perfect amount of time to take a shower and get ready." I say absentmindedly walking towards the door with him in tow. "without me?" he says, I can hear his grin in his voice. "yes, without you." I whip around, halting him in his tracks. I run my hands up and down his chest in sensual motions "baby I'd take my time with you, so I don't think we'd make it to the meeting." I smirk. I can basically see the wheels turning in his head, imagining all the things that would entail that moment. "Is that a promise?" He says, his voice in between a whisper and a growl. I can physically feel his arousal build. "Maybe." I smile. He takes a quick intake of breath. 'gotcha' I think to myself. "but," I say, slightly pulling away, "I don't wanna hear Mannings' bitching about us running late." He growls. He raises his hands, about to wrap his arms around my waist, but I whip around and start walking away before he can. I smile to myself as I can feel how frustrated he is.

Mission accomplished.

#HellBoy #Hell Boy #Hellboy x reader #Hellboy x GN!Reader #Hell boy x reader #abraham sapien #GN!reader #almost smut #smut #David Harbour #B.P.R.D.#i need someone to give me more stories prompts

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dappledpaintbrush · 2 months

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If it becomes more than a dream, what do you think a Super Paper Mario movie would be like?

Please write down everything you have to say, it doesn't matter if it's a 100 page essay I would like to read it.

When I finally get not only yapping permission, but also yapping endorsement

I think about the SPM movie a LOT. Not because I think it’s going to happen but because I’m insane. I also think it works better as a show, but I always must migrate to thinking of it as a movie lol. I talk a lot I’m gonna divide my thoughts into sections (Again, I’m turning off reblogs because reblogging an ask gets rid of the read-more, I’m sorry!! It’s for the best LMAO)

Rating:

I would LOVE if they addressed it like the FNAF movie. I remember people talking about how “oh it’s gonna be for kids because it’s a kid’s franchise and they’re gonna make more money if they made it for kids” but they made it PG-13 and. Everything was fine. They made a shit ton of money and everything was fine. Point is, I think SPM would work best as a PG-13 movie. And yeah it sounds like that one clip of SpongeBob and Patrick screaming in terror on a baby rollercoaster, but SPM does have elements that would be Difficult to put in a movie format and still make it rated PG. With the game, it can be passed off as cartoon mischief and thus be E for everyone, sure, but in a movie? I don’t see it. And let me clarify- I know they could make the hypothetical SPM movie be rated PG and still have its original plot, but I believe that is only if they cut down on a lot of things and make it very goofy and overall remove the heart of the story. But do I think it would be fucking PEAK as a PG-13 movie? Hell yeah. They could have a lot more leg-room to truly pay homage to the game, which is known as one of Mario’s darker stories for a good reason.

But do I believe they would make it PG-13? No. Definitely PG. Again, I know this is a Mario game and it’s not some super evil sick twisted story oh my god cover your eyes little timmy blah blah blah, but STILL. Pulling off some of its core scenes on the big screen where there’s SO much more detail in the animation and the voice acting etc etc etc would be hard to accomplish without making said scenes less impactful or even shallow. And if you still think I’m being dramatic, the mario movie is rated PG. The Mario movie. And all Mario did was get punched and got a bruise on his eye. I’m sure if there was a storyboard scene of him, Luigi, Bowser, and Peach getting set on fire and going to the afterlife, it would have been SCRAPPED. OR, it would have absolutely no emotion other than “erm… THAT just happened!” Take your pick.

All in all, if it were to happen, the SPM movie will lose some things. Nintendo would NEVER allow Mario to be in an PG-13 movie. It’s unfortunate :(

Speaking of the Afterlife:

Nintendo will have to cut out the Underwhere, Overthere, Grambi, and maybe even Luvbi and Bonechill. OR, completely revamp that whole thing to make it as religiously ambiguous as possible. No fucking doubt about it. At ALL. I can already see the change.org petition run by a Christian mother screaming at Nintendo for blaspheming God and making a joke out of heaven and hell “which are very real and you’re teaching kids it’s some silly fake thing in a fake Mario movie BUT NO PEOPLE HAS TO KNOW THEY WILL BURN FOREVER IF THEY DONT OBEY!!!” (Note: just in case it wasn’t obvious, I am mocking the Christian mother in the quotation marks). I’m surprised Nintendo even got away with it in the first place, ESPECIALLY regarding Luvbi and Bonechill. I put “maybe” regarding those two because it’s likely 2 and 2 won’t be put together about who inspired their characters, but at the same time. It probably will. Yeah it definitely will

Bonechill is directly inspired by Satan, and Luvbi makes indirect references to Jesus. Regarding Bonechill, to quote from his Wiki:

“Tippi's tattle says that Bonechill may have once been a Nimbi, which is supported by the fact that he has feathered wings on his back. This fits into the overall motif of The Underwhere and The Overthere, which draw heavily from both Ancient Greek mythology and the Christian religion. In particular, the concept of a fallen angel (Nimbi) is inspired by the Biblical story of Lucifer, who became the devil after betraying God. Furthermore, in Dante's Inferno (of the epic Italian poem, the Divine Comedy), Lucifer (now known as Satan) is depicted as a giant, six-winged beast imprisoned in ice in the deepest circle of Hell. This is all paralleled by how Bonechill has six wings, was imprisoned deep below the Underwhere, and is a self-styled "master of the cold dark" who uses ice breath to attack and is "something of an evil celebrity in certain circles of the Underwhere". Similarly, his being released during an apocalyptic event (the emergence of The Void) may be derived from the Book of Revelation, where Satan escapes from hell and he and his army are battled and defeated in heaven.”

Do you see that shit. Do you think Nintendo would risk doing this in a movie, let alone ever again in any game?The backlash would be INSANE. And they could easily call Luvbi a blasphemous mockery of Jesus because she sacrificed herself to save the world, AND CAME BACK LATER😭😭😭😭😭

Anyways, yeah. In the SPM movie, that whole chapter of the game is what’s going to be changed the most. It likely will be solely based off Greek mythology with no Christian themes involved. Or even LESS than that if they’re too scared. God I wish they weren’t. That chapter is one of my favorites in the whole game (mostly bc it’s crazy to me how Nintendo didn’t chicken out of making it), and it sucks so bad to know it’ll likely be almost nonexistent if the SPM movie were to happen.

Run-Time:

This game is. Long.

In my perfect world, I like to think of it as one big grand movie and it’s the longest animated movie ever made and it’s animated by Dreamworks in the style of Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and it has 5/5 stars and critics are crying and screaming of joy and everybody who clowned on this game has personally showed up to my door to apologize for their wrongdoing and beg for my forgiveness. But unfortunately we can’t have everything we want

I don’t think they will cut out any of the dimensions, I just think that most side plots will be rushed through like a montage :/ It’s why I think it will work best as a series. Every episode could be dedicated to a Dimensional Door. But that also means it’ll likely have less of a budget which sucks

Blumiere and Dimentio:

Something will have to change.

First of all, Blumiere. I don’t exactly know HOW, but they will have to change about his story. The game itself has already gotten criticized for “romanticizing a toxic relationship” between Blumiere and Timpani, and that criticism will be MAGNIFIED with a blockbuster film. Again, I don’t know how the will do it, but they’ll have to adjust that plot to please the masses more than likely. It fucking sucks. But this is modern Nintendo. They are going to go the safest route possible.

That’s not the only thing regarding Blumiere that will have change. Yk how the game also gets criticized for giving Blumiere a happy ending but not Dimentio despite the fact that, regardless of their motivations, they both tried to kill everyone? That criticism will also be magnified with the release of a movie. They’ll have to modify the story to make Blumiere’s actions significantly less evil than Dimentio’s, which could be accomplished through making it so that Blumiere is mind-controlled by the Dark Prognosticus. OR, they’ll have to give Dimentio a happy ending too, whether that be he survives and changes his ways (BOOOOO🍅🍅🍅), or he also gets the “he’s alive somewhere” treatment like Blumiere and Timpani did. However, in order to accomplish that successfully with an audience of five years olds, they’ll have to directly talk about Dimentio’s own tragic backstory with as much weight as they do Blumiere’s. And l. Don’t see that happening. It would be absolutely CRAZY if it did and I would probably pass out in the theatre if we got to see the Pixl Creator, but yeah, it’s unlikely.

Mr. L:

Some good news! I see them making Mr. L recognizable

They probably won’t.

BUT THEY LIKELY WILL

In the first movie, Mario and Luigi’s bond was shown in ways they have rarely done before. Their love and care for one another is clearly shown, not just “that’s my brother Luigi wahoo!” or something. I mean come on, think of the hug scene. And you mean to tell me in the 2nd or 3rd or idk movie, Mario can’t recognize him with a blindfold on? Be serious

In a game, yeah haha funny gag, but in a movie, it’ll be met with more annoyance than anything and it’ll be really disingenuous, and it already does get that criticism in the game where it’s arguably “more acceptable.”

Conclusion:

There’s a lot more that can be discussed, but this is all I’ve put a significant lot of thought into about what I think the SPM movie would be like if I thought about it realistically. Basically, if it’s gonna truly be an SPM movie, Nintendo’s gonna have to grow a backbone. But even then, I still think it would be a great movie, especially in the eyes of those who haven’t played the game and thus don’t have the same “ARGHH BUT YOU FORGOT FLIP-FOLK NUMBER FORTY TWO” mentality that I have LMAO. And even THEN, I still think it would be a great movie. Nintendo will just have to be reaaaally careful to adapt to the limitations (that they put on themselves 💀) and still make it a movie about Super Paper Mario.

#spm #super paper mario

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livingdreams97 · 1 year

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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 4)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.

Words: 4.239

Masterlist

WARNING: Smut

Rhaenyra's POV

As soon as he turns to me , I can see all kinds of feelings flash through his eyes, from anger, sadness, betrayal, pain, and I can see his body tense up in my presence.

Y/n: What are you doing here, princess? - he asks coldly and I can't understand his attitude.

Rhaenyra: I thought we had agreed to call each other by our names and put formalities aside when we were alone.- I commented confused, looking around me and observing the place for the first time.

Y/n: It happens that I have realized that it is not appropriate. - I listen as he says and I turn my gaze towards him, seeing the muscles of his jaw contracted.

Rhaenyra: Has something happened? - I ask confused, taking a step towards him and feeling my heart ache when he takes a step back.

Y/n: I don't know.- He speaks with a certain irony. -I am not the one who enters other people's rooms without knocking and dressed as a page.- He points to my clothes with venom in his voice and I open my eyes surprised at his tone of voice.

I just keep watching him, confused by his behavior towards me and a little hurt by the way he talks to me. But I realize something. That when I entered his room, he thought I was his brother, and that means that Ser Harwin was probably in this room shortly before me.

Rhaenyra: You know.- I whisper with my eyes open.

Y/n: I don't know what you mean by "I know" - he makes quotation marks with his fingers. -But if you're referring to your night out with your uncle, yes, then yes I know.- he assures and I swallow heavily because of the nerves at his answer.

Rhaenyra: I can explain it.- I quickly defend myself, walking towards him and trying to grab his hands.

But when he sees me walking towards him, he shakes his head and steps back again, letting me know he doesn't want me around right now. Which hurts me, because in these months we have become very close and he is the person with whom I feel most comfortable.

Y/n: You don't have to explain anything to me.- He denies between his teeth. -What you do, or stop doing with your uncle or any man is none of my business.- he assures me, withdrawing his gaze from me, as if looking at me disgusted him or something similar.

Rhaenyra: Of course I have to explain to you.- I assured him with certainty, trying to keep my voice from shaking from the pain of his obvious rejection. -I want to explain myself to you, I want to tell you that it has happened with total sincerity, I want it to be your concern and I want you to believe me, because your opinion about me is more important than my own father's.- I assure him giving a step toward him with each word.

Y/n: It's not necessary, because I'm just your personal guard and not your confidante.- He shakes his head, still not looking at me and not reacting to my closeness.

Rhaenyra: But I want you to be my confidante.- I assure him, stopping in front of him.

Y/n: I don't.- He denies trying to get past me, but I grab his arm and stop him.

Rhaenyra: Don't run away from me.- I beg, feeling the stinging in my eyes, because of the pain of his attitude and rejection of me.

Y/n: I'm not running away.- He denies trying to release his arm from my grip, but it only makes me hold him tighter. -I'm drawing the line of our professional relationship.- he excuses, managing to break free, but I lunge at him and grab his dark blue shirt so tightly my knuckles turn white. -Let go of me, princess.- he asks me with obvious anger.

Rhaenyra: No.- I deny sticking my body to his. -I'm not going to let you go until you've listened to me.- I assure him with all the security and seriousness that I can have at this moment.

Y/n: You must let go of me and go to your chambers, princess.- he tells me seriously, placing his hands on mine and trying to free my hands from his shirt, but I just hold on tighter.

Rhaenyra: No.- I deny without stopping looking into his eyes. -I'm not going to let you go until you listen to me and I make sure that you're not angry with me.- I assure him with all the security in the world.

Y/n: And what do you have to explain to me?- he asks with some sarcasm. -That you've been hanging around the city, disguised as a page with your uncle and doing God knows what with him?- he asks venomously, still trying to let go of my hands.

Rhaenyra: I want to explain to you that for the first time in the eight and ten days of my name I have been free, I have left the castle without the need for an escort, that I have seen incredible things that I would never have imagined and yes, it has been in the company of my uncle; who has helped me to live all that.- I say with emotion, trying to make him empathize with me. -But believe me, I would have preferred a thousand times that it would have been with you to live everything I've experienced tonight.- I assure him with complete sincerity and I feel how he stops moving his hands.

The room goes completely silent, while we stare at each other and he processes what I just told him.

As time goes by, I dedicate myself to appreciating the warmth of his body due to the closeness between the two of us and his characteristic smell of pine and apple. I carefully observe his brown eyes, which have some green flashes and despite their normality, for me they are the most special of the seven kingdoms.

Y/n: Has something happened with your uncle?- he asks with some fear in his voice in barely a whisper, without taking his eyes off my eyes.

Rhaenyra: I'm not going to lie to you.- I answer with some fear. -My uncle has taken me to a brothel and in a moment he has kissed me.- I tell him and immediately I see how his eyes harden. -But I pushed him, I don't want my uncle Daemon to kiss me, I don't see him that way and the kiss has only reaffirmed what I already knew.- I try to explain as quickly as possible.

Y/n: Has he taken you to a brothel and kissed you publicly?- he asks with obvious anger and I can only nod in response. -I'm going to kill him.- he growls, trying to break free of my grip and leave the room.

Rhaenyra: No, stop.- I ask without letting go of his shirt and pulling him towards me so that he doesn't leave the room. -Everyone was busy with their pleasure, no one has noticed our presence and if they did, they won't say anything.- I assure him trying to reassure him.

Y/n: And what if it's not like that?- he asks worried. -What happens if someone has seen you? If that person tells it and the rumor spreads? - ask a little stressed. -Your reputation will be tarnished, they will doubt your purity and it is possible that you will lose your position as the successor to the throne.- He speaks in an accelerated way and I can't help but be moved by his concern for my image.

Rhaenyra: Nothing will happen.- I assure him trying to reassure him. - I've barely been in the brothel and the kiss only lasted a few seconds before I pushed it away.- I tell him, seeing the insecurity in his eyes.

Y/n: But what if it's not like that?- he asks still worried.

Rhaenyra: We're not going to put ourselves in the worst and we're not going to anticipate events either.- I say calmly, still seeing a hint of insecurity and concern in his eyes.

Y/n: But what if ... - he starts but I interrupt him before he can finish.

Rhaenyra: But nothing.- I deny with a small smile. -You haven't asked me.- I remind him with a slightly playful look.

Y/n: Ask what?- questions confused and not understanding.

Rhaenyra: What the kiss has reaffirmed for me.- I answer biting my lip with some nervousness.

Y/n: It's none of my business.- He denies with a grimace, but I can see the interest and curiosity shining in his eyes.

I stare at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to decide whether to tell him or leave him curious as he is. Because he may say one thing, but his eyes tell me another and I'm not sure what to do.

POV You

I can see the amusement in her pretty lilac eyes, the way they sparkle, and the size of her pupil. She remains silently watching me, with her left eyebrow raised and I can't help but feel an unknown warmth in my stomach.

Rhaenyra: But you want to know.- she assures loosening his grip on my shirt and resting the palms of her hands against my chest.

I can feel my heart pounding inside my chest, both from the princess's closeness, and from the warmth of her touch on my nightgown shirt and her sweet lilac scent filling my nostrils.

And I know that the princess can also feel the rapid beating of my heart under her palms.

Y/n: You're wrong.- I deny swallowing hard, stifling my curiosity and trying to normalize my heart rate.

Rhaenyra: Don't lie, not to me.- she whispers bringing her face closer to mine. -Your heart beats fast and I don't think it's because of me. ¿Or is it?-s he asks in barely a whisper, raising one of her hands to the nape of my neck and pulling it to bring my face closer to hers.

Y/n: Princess.- I whisper trying to stay sane and trying to create distance between us, but she presses her hand hard against my neck so that doesn't happen.

Rhaenyra: My name.- she whispers a few centimeters from my lips.

Y/n: What? - I ask overwhelmed by the warmth of her breath against my lips.

Rhaenyra: Say my name.- she murmurs brushing her lips against mine and causing me to lose all the sanity that remains in my body. -Say it.- she orders me in a whisper.

Y/n: Rhaenyra .- I barely finish muttering, before her lips attack mine with fervor and I return the kiss with the same fervor.

The princess's hands run over my torso, while the kiss continues to be fast and lustful.

But as soon as I feel her hands lift my shirt, I grab her wrists with my hands and pull away from the kiss immediately.

I watch her breathlessly, seeing her dilated pupils and the rise and fall of her chest. I shake my head, looking down at her hands and knowing that we shouldn't cross the line of intimacy.

Rhaenyra: My uncle's kiss has reaffirmed that I'm in love with you and that it's you I want to marry.- she tells me and I open my eyes surprised without being able to avoid it.

Y/n: Rhae that can't be.- I immediately deny calling her by her nickname.

Rhaenyra: Why not?- she asks with confusion. -You have not taken the vows, father accepted that you were my royal guard allowing you to take a wife and lands.- she reminds me rightly.

Y/n: But I doubt that he would allow me to marry his daughter, the heir to the throne and the one who won't gain much from a marriage with a third child.- I list her honestly.

Rhaenyra: I don't care if i don't gain anything from our union.- she immediately denies, letting go of my shirt and holding my face by the cheeks. -I'm the heir to the throne, the seven kingdoms will be mine and there's nothing anyone can offer me that I don't already have or will have when I'm queen.- she assured me with a soft look.

Y/n: So why do you want to marry me? - I ask confused.

Rhaenyrae: Because I love you.- she answers simply. -Because as much as it annoys me to agree with my mother, I have fallen into the worldliness of love and I only hope that you reciprocate these feelings.- she admits with a somewhat sad smile.

Y/n: Of course I do respond to your feelings.- I confirm placing my hand on her cheek and caressing the soft skin of her face with my thumb. -But I want the best for you and as much as it hurts, that's not me.- I deny with all the pain in the world.

Rhaenyra: And what if you are, what if you're the most suitable person for me and the one who really makes me happy.- she says without separating her eyes from mine. -Allow me to decide what suits me and what I think is best for myself.- she begs me and I can't deny her anything.

Y/n: You're right, you decide. - I accept and a huge smile appears on her face.

Rhaenyra: Then make me yours and give me the pleasure of being mine.- she says lowering her hands to my chest and grabbing the edge of my shirt again.

I take a deep breath and let her remove my shirt. Her hands run over my now exposed torso, while I watch her carefully and notice the amused smile on her face.

Y/n: What do you find so funny?- I ask with a small smile.

Rhaenyra: I don't know.- she answers sincerely, looking into my eyes and letting out a little laugh.

I shake my head, cradling her face in my hands and bringing my face closer to hers to kiss again.

Y/n: Are you sure?- I ask separating from her lips to breathe, before joining them again with the same hunger as before.

Rhaenyra: Are you questioning me, Lord Strong?- she asks me with a serious tone of voice and with her face reflecting the opposite: fun.

Y/n: Of course not, princess.- I deny, amused, hugging her around the waist. -I wouldn't want to be burned or eaten by Syrax for doubting you.- I assured her, biting my lip to keep from laughing.

Rhaenyra: I hope so, because it would be a shame if the future king consort dies for his insolence towards the future queen.- she laughs hugging my neck again and pulling it down to bring our lips together again.

The kiss begins slowly and with a touch of fun due to the small laughs that escape us. But immediately the kiss turns to one faster and full of passion.

She starts walking backwards, causing me to walk forward and follow her without breaking the kiss.

But in a quick movement she separates from me and pushes me by the chest to separate me.

Rhaenyra: Take off your boots.- she orders me and I see how she starts to do it, so without letting go of the laces I quickly take them off.

She laughs at my speed, doing the same as me and causing me to give up this time. Then I see her look at my pants and gesture with her eyebrows for me to take them off.

So with some insecurity and nerves, I place my hands on the string of my pants and untie the knot under her watchful eye.

I swallow heavily, taking a deep breath as I place my hands on the sides of my pants and pull them down quickly from the nerves.

I look up from the ground, taking in the woman still dressed before my eyes and her gaze on my body.

I can see how her eyes roam my naked body, stopping more time in my crotch and with a look full of lust.

I watch her completely still, detailing how the pupils of her eyes amplify and how her lower lip is bitten down hard. I watch as her hands move to her own pants and in two seconds they are around her ankles.

My eyes scan the pale, smooth-looking skin of her legs carefully. Walking the length of her legs, from the ankles to where her long oversize shirt of hers shows.

She stretches out a hand towards me and without hesitating for a second I approach her accepting it.

Our eyes connect again and I can see every mark of her beautiful lilac eyes. While we look at each other intensely and without saying a word. Rhae moves our hands and places them over the knot of her shirt.

Then she slides her other hand into the one at my side and repeats the action.

I understand what she means and as soon as her hands free mine, I undo the knot that holds her shirt together.

At any moment do I separate my gaze from hers, trying not to intimidate her and transmit all possible security.

Rhaenyra's POV

I feel how the cold night air hits my exposed skin and the contrast it makes with the inner burning that my body feels.

My shirt falls open, exposing more skin and allowing the air to caress the new skin. I feel the warmth of Y/n's hands settle on my shoulders through my shirt and I swallow heavily at his piercing gaze.

I subtly nod, letting him see that he can take off the only piece of clothing I have left and that prevents my body from being completely naked in front of him.

Immediately I feel like in a firm but delicate movement my shirt begins to descend through my arms, leaving more skin visible to the air per second and leaving me completely exposed.

Unlike me, Y/n keeps his gaze on mine at all times and that makes the warmth inside me increase.

Once completely naked and at his mercy, I grab his hands with mine again and move them to my breasts. Where I'm sure he can feel the rapidity and pounding of my heart.

As soon as I start to move his hands, his eyes follow the trail heavily and when his hands touch my breasts I see him swallow hard.

I move my hands up his arms, sliding them down to his neck and pulling him back to me .

Rhaenyra: Touch me.- I whisper against his lips, feeling the tension of the place and the nerves on the surface. -Please.- I beg in a strangled way when he doesn't move his hands from my breasts.

But my plea is heard, since immediately his hands squeeze my breasts and a moan full of pleasure breaks through my throat.

Our lips meet again with force, in a kiss full of passion and my body trembles at the intensity of the kiss.

His hands leave my breasts, moving over my sides, moving behind me and down to my ass.

He pulls my ass towards him, causing our bodies to stick together completely and I can feel every inch of his body. I can feel his arousal against my stomach and I can only pray that I don't break with what I've seen before, and what I'm feeling right now

He squeezes each of my butt cheeks, causing an electric shock to travel from the area to my crotch and a moan to escape my lips.

The moan causes our lips to part and I open my eyes for a moment to appreciate the small, almost imperceptible freakles on Y/n's impeccable face.

But my observation is short, when he brings our lips together again and sticks his body closer to mine if possible. His hands move down a bit to the back of my thighs, where he puts some force and lifts me off the ground.

I break away from the kiss, letting out a small startled cry and grabbing onto his neck as he lifts me off the ground.

Y/n: Has the princess been scared? - he asks amused, when I have surrounded his waist with my legs and his hands hold me by the ass.

Rhaenyra: Shut up.- I growled putting my hands inside his hair and pulling him to kiss me again.

With this new position, I can feel the firmness of his arousal much better, and I'm sure he can feel mine. In the new position, his member rests right against my crotch and a wave of chills runs through my body.

In my cloud of pleasure and lust, I can feel the softness of the bed sheets against my back and the weight of his body on mine.

I have never thought that having someone on top of me was so nice and exciting.

Y/n: Are you ready? - I hear how he asks in a whisper against my ear, leaving a light bite in the area and squeezing my thigh with his hand.

Rhaenyra: More than ever.- I nod, opening my eyes and watching each of his movements.

I see how with the hand of my thigh he grabs his member and brings it closer to my entrance. I take a deep breath, grasping the forearm next to my head and letting the air out slowly as he enters me .

My face contracts, when I feel discomfort and a slight pain at his intrusion. So I try to move to make it go away and I think it makes it worse, because I feel a stronger pang of pain.

Y/n: Shhh , don't move Rhae.- he whispers against my lips, leaving light kisses on them and placing his hands on my thigh again. -If you move it will hurt more, wait a bit.- he whispered affectionately, moving his lips over my face and planting delicate kisses on it.

I do as he tells me, staying still and closing my eyes to enjoy his show of affection. I focus on how his hand moves gently over my thigh, on the softness of his lips against every part of my face and neck and the warmth that emanates from his body on mine.

Rhaenyra: It doesn't hurt anymore.- I whisper after a few moments, opening my eyes again and connecting our gazes. -I promise.- I assure him when I can see a touch of insecurity in his eyes.

I feel how he continues entering me , causing me to close my eyes and I can feel how every nerve in my body twitches in pleasure.

As his hips sway faster, I feel my walls wrap around him and my body tremble with excitement. I can't help moaning with each movement and each new point that he touches inside me .

In a wave of courage, I push him aside and quickly climb onto his body, sitting on top of him. Without thinking twice, I grab his member with my hand and place it at the entrance to my crotch, beginning to slide down on it.

I throw my head back, feeling the new depth at the position and how my insides expand more at the intrusion.

Y/n's hands are placed on my lower back, helping me with the movements and swaying of my hips. I feel his heavy and erratic breathing against my neck, along with his wet kisses in the place causing my vision to cloud over so many stimulations.

I can feel the discomfort inside me, the pressure in my lower stomach and the tension in my toes.

I move faster on him, pulling his hair back and pulling his mouth away from my neck so our lips can meet again. But the kiss becomes difficult, due to the frantic breathing of both of us and my accelerated movements.

So I put my forehead against his, feeling his accelerated breathing hit my lips and listening to his moans and slight growls with my eyes closed.

But from one moment to the next, my body completely tenses up, causing my back to fully stretch and an immense wave of pleasure running through my body. I can't help the loud moan that comes from me , when my walls close completely around him and I feel something hot inside me.

As soon as my back relaxes, I drop my forehead against his shoulder and try to steady my breathing.

Y/n drops his back onto the bed and I can feel his heart racing against my chest. I reposition myself better, to be more comfortable and hug his torso with the little strength I have left.

Y/n: are you okay? - I hear with difficulty his question, because of his erratic breathing and my cloudy mind.

Rhaenyra: Better than ever.- I answer swallowing air, feeling my mouth completely dry and my body completely relaxed.

I close my eyes for a few moments and immediately I feel something soft and warm on my back. Y/n's arms wrap around my body and cradle me against his body lulling me to sleep. An involuntary yawn leaves my lips and I simply let the accumulated fatigue take its toll on me.

The last thing I'm aware of is the kiss he leaves on my forehead and a good night, before everything goes black.

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I’M OBSESSED WITH SELF AWARE READER the brainrot real,,, do u have another part,,

Submas x Self Aware Reader Part 7!

Having screamed into your crystal ball, you clamp your mouth shut. You see Emmet turn his head this way and that, looking for the source of the shout just now. "Ingo. Did your hear that? That yell?" Ingo nods as he surveys the area, "That certainly wasn't me but I am perplexed to where it came from. It sounded like it came from within the apartment." You hold your breathe in fear of what could happen next. Was revealing your sentience too soon? But it felt wrong to deceive the twins as well. But your eyes fixate on their aprons, it had the mark of your hero insignia, the Golden Eye. Maybe...

You watch the two twins ponder to themselves out loud as to where your voice came from. Feelings of desire conflict with your doubt. You were afraid but yearned for them at this point, they were your only companions. And eventually this was supposed to happen. You just wish you were more composed with engaging with them directly for the first time. You take a deep breath before speaking again. "It was me," you call out from Emmet's phone. The two twins locate your voice and Emmet picks his phone up. "Emmet, were you calling someone?" Ingo asks. "No. I wasn't. There isn't an active call either." "That's because I'm doing something entirely different," you respond back. "Here. Let me show you two instead." You trace a circle onto your crystal ball and the image shimmers, allowing Ingo and Emmet to finally see you. Not some pixelated version of you but as if you were video messaging him, with your crystal ball at a fixed point. "It's me. Golden Eye," you say with your legs crossed and your hands on top of each other. "I need your help." "Is this some sort of prank?" Ingo suggests as he stares at your image. You look JUST like the character, which you are. You shake your head, "No, I'm afraid not, my dear. I am Golden Eye. I am the train conductor you two have been assisting this whole time. I know I'm not real, at least in comparison to you." You close your eyes and sigh before continuing, "I need your help to escape from this world." The twins glance at each other for a moment before Emmet speaks, "Escape?" "This world, this game you've been playing, is "broken" so to speak," you say, using your fingers to make quotation gestures. "I have mentioned that my dark tome made me aware of a dark truth. This truth is naturally knowing that I am a work of fiction. That my life, wholly and all it has ever amounted to, is nothing more than some kind of...entertainment. I do not know how exactly you two "play" but when you don't engage in this world, I am left alone. I have no one to talk to in this world. My only real friends that I have ever had are the two of you." They look at you with a fixed gaze as they process this information. As if they were taking turns, Ingo speaks. "...How long have you been like this? Alone this whole time?" You give him a sad look and smile, "The first day was when you two saw me in the village plaza. That normally doesn't and shouldn't happen, correct?" The twins nod at this. "This is an ugly truth that we must bear but there could be an ideal solution to this." "The materials I've been making you two collect are indeed going to be used for a potion. I plan on making a potion that grants me to safely pass through to your world but I can't do it without your help. I need your help in my world and in yours." "How do we help?" Emmet immediately asks. Ingo stops to stare at him, putting his hand on his shoulder to try and make him take a moment to pause and consider. But you answer anyway. "You will need to write a rune in chalk for me. I know a teleportation rune but it must be made on two designated points. It will be dangerous considering I don't know what will happen to this world if I leave. You two will most likely have to give up playing this game of yours if I were to come over."

You can see the twins pausing to look at each other again, side glancing. "I will give you some time to think about this. But please consider it. This world is empty and bleak when you two aren't here." You get up from your seat and you hear Emmet go, "Wait! Where are you going?" "We never found the mushrooms we needed from the last mission. I'm going to go hunt for them. The two of you should eat, I can see the ingredients in your background." "Please consider what I've said." You then cut off the connection, Emmet and Ingo stare at a black screen. You sigh, relieved and anxious. You get up to get your gear ready. You knew this game meant a lot to the twins for the number of years they've been playing, so it felt wrong to ask them to stop but if you didn't, you would never be set free. You get onto your train to leave and as you do, you see the silhouettes of the farmer characters on their horses, but they fail to catch up to you.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #kudari x reader #nobori x reader #my writing #self aware reader #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

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The Heart Knows

Prompt: Secrets - Day 7 of Wesper Week @wesperweek2023

CW: Gambling, drunkenness, fighting, referenced child abuse, addiction.

Words: 1995

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He didn’t mean to. Never really did Jesper Fahey mean to do something.

It just happened. It was the wrong place at the wrong time, a bad time but a good one—at least until he woke up the next morning. One time it was a bad place but it was the right person. Wylan was the only good thing he had accidentally fallen into, and now he managed to mess that up as well.

They got back from Novyi Zem a few months ago. That’s when it started. After they left the farm Jesper couldn’t take it, having nothing to do. Wylan handled numbers all day and went meeting to meeting, but there were no forms to sign or analytics papers to read, and they were at a stalemate with another mercher in passing off a law. Wylan didn’t need his help much right now and that left a lot of time for him to pass. Some days Wylan didn’t work, and Jesper could be lazy at home while listening to Wylan play piano, or dance him around the foyer because the staff were gone. Other days he didn’t work they went out to the barrel to see Kaz or for Jesper to see old Dregs friends, and occasionally Wylan would stop by a less than legal shop with a cloak and Jesper at the door so he could buy some things for his projects.

But now Wylan was working, and Jesper’s coping mechanism for the crawl under his skin and the weight on his shoulders was in the barrel, at a card table, and with drinks and cheap food in his stomach. He’d been going for months since they were back, and it had only gotten worse the more he went because now he had no debts to avoid. Wylan had a lot of money, and Jesper used it to have a lot of fun he should have found elsewhere. He couldn’t help himself, no matter how hard he tried. He even asked Marya to accompany him shopping but eventually he dropped her off back home and made the excuse of going to see Kaz to go to the den they passed. It was his secret, but Wylan was smarter than his guilty conscience.

Wylan was supposed to be at a business meeting that night. Jesper walked through the front door, drunk and pockets almost entirely empty (he got too drunk to keep going). He could have sworn his heart leapt right into his throat. Wylan stood in front of him, mercher black covering his freckled body and his bright hair dim in the off lights of the foyer. He looked unimpressed, arms crossed and putting his weight on one leg. His blue eyes reflected the lightning that came through the window, and it was terrifying.

Jesper locked the door behind him, not taking his eyes off his boyfriend. He swallowed when Wylan opened his mouth. “Jesper, where were you?”

“Bar,” he said, hiccuping a second later. “With Kaz.”

“And your drinks cost the two-thousand kruge that was in my safe?”

He stuck to half-truths. “I bought everyone's rounds.”

His mouth downturned. “Jesper!”

“Fine,” he spat, starting to shrug off his coat. He held it in one fist. “I was at a gambling hall. Happy?”

“Not at all,” he said, tightening his grip on his arms. “Why would you go to a hall, Jes? You know how you-”

“Don’t ��Jes’ me,” he said, holding up both hands to make quotations with his fingers. “You started this fight.” Somehow he had turned and was now off-facing Wylan.

“Jesper,” he said, stepping forwards, reaching with one hand. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk,” he grumbled, turning around. “I only had some drinks.”

“Jesper,” he said, and his voice was gentle. Jesper hated the fragility. What did Wylan think he was going to do? Bawl? Fall to his knees? Vomit? Beg for forgiveness? There were too many options for why. He felt like he could use a game of makkers wheel. Less options that way, leaving it down to chance of why Wylan was speaking to him like that. He didn’t feel like trying to figure it out. “Come to bed. Let’s talk in the morning.”

“I don’t need to lie down,” he shot, whirling around and throwing up a hand. The force of his turn made Wylan stumble, and he looked up at Jesper like he didn’t know him, blue eyes big, hand slightly raised, but not because it fell from Jesper’s shoulder.

Jesper’s heart fell from his throat, now resting in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t figure out why he had done that, it was stupid. He knew Wylan didn’t like sudden, exasperated motions too close to his face. Every sudden move his father had made near him usually ended poorly for him, and Jesper knew that, so he wanted to know why in Ghezen’s name he had just moved that way.

“Wylan,” he mumbled, stepping forwards carefully. Wylan didn’t move. “I’m sorry. I don’t know- I didn’t mean to… I would never-”

Wylan moved a finger up to his lips, but he didn’t quite meet his eyes. He just nodded, stepping back, and the silence was suffocating. He took Jesper’s arm with both hands, guiding him out of the foyer and up their stairs. When they got to their room, he undressed him, the ruffle of clothes and lash of thunder outside was the only thing Jesper had to hide behind. Soon they were both in their night clothes, and Wylan left Jesper alone. He sat up in bed, sitting with his legs crossed. He watched the door until Wylan came back, but he didn’t come back before Jesper’s eyes fell and his weight shifted down onto the mattress. The beating of his heart guided him into sleep.

He woke from a nightmare. He didn’t have much after getting drunk and sleeping, but this time he had. It was a little blurry in his memory, as was most of last night, but it left him shaken. He climbed out of bed, glancing appreciatively at the water and pills on his bedside table. He found a spoon of honey next to them. He sighed, taking everything waiting for him, then crossed the room to his dresser. The ache in his legs from stumbling around in the rain until he got home made him particularly slow, and it was irritating. He changed into new clothes, then slid out of the bedroom door.

Wylan was in their office. The rain knocked on the window, thunder and lightning occupied the dark clouds that made it difficult to determine the time. The fire blazed, and Wylan had his back to the open door. He stood next to his desk in front of the room’s window. He leaned on it, facing the fireplace and looking down at a paper in his hands. Jesper could tell even from the entrance that it was a page for statistics. There was a document behind him where Wylan kept things “to do”, and he knew it had words that he hadn’t been there to read.

He stepped inside, moving so his bare feet were on the large rug in the room. It was a deep red, and he and Wylan had bickered about whether or not they should get a blue one instead when they first settled in the office. His footsteps were silent, and he came up behind him, slightly off to the side due to the desk blocking him. He leaned forwards, reaching out. “Behind you,” he murmured, and Wylan jumped and turned around. Jesper smiled, though it was a poor attempt at an apology and it was sad in its entirety. He let him wrap his arms around him, his shoulders pressed to his chest. He set the paper down on the desk as Jesper pressed a kiss to his hair. “I’m so sorry, Wylan,” he whispered. “I didn’t want you to be upset, so I didn’t tell you when it started up again.” He looked up at him, listening. Jesper swallowed. “But that was stupid. And what happened last night wasn’t fair, and I’m sorry.”

He placed his hand on Jesper’s cheek, his elbow resting on his arm around his waist. “I’m not angry with you.”

“You should be.”

“I’m worried about you.”

He sighed. “I kind of wish you were angry instead.”

Wylan’s smile was small, and it was there only for a moment. “It’s okay to have a problem, Jes. It’s not okay to hide it.”

“I know,” he murmured.

He brought his hand down to his chest, turning his arms so he could face him better. “Then why don’t you do something about it?”

“Because it’s so much easier not to,” he said, trying to be honest. “It’s hard to quit once I start up.”

His naturally soft voice dropped a little, close to a whisper. “How long has this been going on?”

He cleared his throat, looking away from his eyes to the floor. The rug should be blue, he thinks, like Wylan’s eyes. “About a month.”

“Jesper.”

“I wanted to tell someone,” he said, looking back. “But I was scared they would make me stop, so I hid it.”

“You need to stop,” he said, reaching up to hold his face. “It’s bad for you.”

He nodded. “I need help.”

“Then tell me what to do.”

His eyes widened. “Who said you had to do anything?”

His brow furrowed. “Me, because I love you and I don’t want you to hide things from me.”

His heart thumped, inching its way back where it was supposed to be. “You love me?”

“I do,” he said, smiling. “And this scares me. So I want to help.”

He tilted his head, pressing their noses together. “I love you too.” He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry about last night. You know I would never hurt you, don’t you? And that I don’t mean to scare you?”

“It wasn’t about you,” he murmured. “I promise. And I know.” He smiled and opened one eye. “You’ll always scare me, because I’ll always want you to be safe, but you can’t put yourself in a place that’s bad for you.”

He nodded. “I’m working on it.”

“And I’m going to help.” He pulled away from him. Jesper shivered, missing the body heat, missing knowing Wylan was safe in his arms, and wondered if that’s how Wylan felt every time he abruptly got up to do something and left him wherever they had been cuddling. Wylan came back around the desk, holding out a piece of paper and a pen. “We’re going to talk and you’re going to tell me how I can help and what we need to do to keep you from relapsing.” He put them in Jesper’s hands.

He raised an eyebrow at the paper, then to Wylan. “I don’t need a list.”

“They help you even though you won’t admit it. I know they do.”

He grinned. “Well, aren’t you observant?”

“Kaz’s fault,” he said, and Jesper tickled him under the ribs when he walked by. He gasped and fell back on the couch he had been walking towards, laughing gently. He sat next to him, shifting so they were close, and laid the paper out on the table. He dipped the pen in ink as Wylan put his head on his shoulder. At the top, he wrote: Helping Jesper, because both of them needed to know how to.

Wylan closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. He smiled softly, wrapping an arm around him and placing the other hand on his knee. Wylan placed one hand on his chest, right over his heart. He started to talk, and he listened to his heart beat as he approved or commented on Wylan’s suggestions. They started to write things down, but Wylan stayed tucked safely against Jesper. His heart was where it needed to be.

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@iammadeofmemoriesforlife

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countryclubkillanowhuh · 26 days

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Prompt idea! Can you please write about rafe getting too high and flirting and being all touchy with barry. Rafe saying things he’d normally only think about out loud without realizing he’s doing so. Things about how pretty his eyes are or how sexy is drawl is. It can be sfw or nsfw.

Okay so I’m not sure if this really fulfills what you asked for and also it’s kind of in Barry’s point of view which probably isn’t what you expected but I tried. Also, thank you for the prompt this is the first thing i’ve successfully written in a year and i’m not sure how good it is but it’s something so I appreciate the idea. Enjoy!

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Rafe is high out of his mind.

That’s all Barry keeps thinking as the rich kid he met only a year ago sits next to him on his couch, talking nonsense with a joint barely grasped in between his fingers.

It’s not the kind of high Barry’s used to with Rafe though. Coke high. All hopped up on energy and

bad ideas, freaking the fuck out about something or other that he thinks is gonna ruin his Kook ass life.

They haven’t done any lines tonight, Barry’s dealer is late on restock so their options were weed or nothing at all. Rafe high on just weed is like a whole new thing, all his panicked, erratic behavior siphoned out of him every time he exhaled. It’s interesting, makes the nineteen year old seem almost normal for a while.

“Are you even listening to me bro?”

“Yeah Country Club, i’m listen to ya.”

He wasn’t, but in the state of mind Rafe is in Barry doesn’t really think he’s gonna be called on his bluff.

“Okay good, so what do you think?” Rafe slurred, proving Barry wrong immediately. Which is something the other man did almost as much as he proved him right.

“About what?”

“Jamie having a boyfriend man. You know, I asked him what he even found attractive about the guy and the first thing he said was ‘his eyes’.” Rafe mocked, dropping the joint from his fingers as he used them to make quotation marks in the air, rolling his own eyes at his coworkers response. “Like, how can a dude find another dudes eyes attractive?”

Before Barry even had a chance to respond, Rafe was scooting closer and making more eye contact with him than he ever had before. Which honestly really wasn’t hard considering the guy was usually constantly looking around like he felt like people were watching him, never fully focused on one thing.

“What’chu doin, Country Club?”

“Shh, i’m looking.” the oldest Cameron explained. It wasn’t much of an explanation, but Barry had no qualms being looked at so he let the man do just that.

After about two minutes of staring into Barry’s eyes like he was trying to uncover all his secrets, Rafe leaned back a little and let out a little “Hmm.” before speaking one of the most surprising sentences to ever leave his mouth in Barry’s presence.

“I guess you have nice eyes.”

Barry’s eyebrows raised at that. Rafe had said a lot of things in the past that eluded to a bit of a disinterest in women, but he’d never said anything like that about a man, let alone Barry himself.

“You think my eyes are nice?” Barry questioned, waiting for Rafe’s foggy mind to realize what he said so it could backpedal.

“Mhm.” Rafe answered, bending over to pick up the forgotten joint and then lying his head back, closing his eyes as he took another hit. “They’re like, a good shade of brown, or whatever.”

“Why thank ya’ J. Crew. Anythin’ else you like about me that you’d like to share.”

“Well your voice is nice.” Rafe answered, head still laid back, eyes still closed, tired and seeming uninterested in having this conversation when he could be sleeping. “Like, whatever accent you have that keeps the last letter off of all your words.”

The shock kept Barry silent, and apparently whatever had gotten out of the weed and into Rafe took the quiet as an invitation to continue.

“And your arms.” Rafe said, sleepily reaching up his hand to poke at the muscle in Barry’s upper arm. “Strong.” He let his hand relax there, just resting on Barry’s arm right where he poked it.

“Well god damn, Country Club, I didn’t know ya’ could be so nice. I outta get you this high more often if imma get an ego boost like this every time.” Barry joked, trying to keep his mind from making anything out of Rafe’s intoxicated rambling. “Would ya’ like some compliments too princess, or are you just interested in givin’ to me?”

This time it was Rafe who was silent, and one look over at him confirmed that he was out like a light, the weed finally forcing him to go to sleep after hours of on and off smoking. Barry tried not to be disappointed, kind of hoping he could goad a little more flirtation out of the other man. But it was probably for the best, Rafe wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning and if it had gone any further Barry would have to remind him of it.

And that wasn’t a conversation that a slightly more sober Rafe would be able to handle.

End.

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Okay if it was bad don’t tell me i’ll cry 🤠

#rafebarry #barry obx #rafe cameron #outer banks #fanfic

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while getting text for answering an ask i found a hidden vamp/priest short story/one shot that was actually.. pretty good! so, eat up my pookies

"What do ye do during the daytime anyways? I mean, other than sleep."

The vampire paused.

"I do not do much else."

"Okay, okay. What about during the night? What then?"

"Whatever comes to my mind first, I suppose."

I cross my arms and my legs, getting comfortable with the man sitting next to me. It's dark out, the both of us sitting alone in the church. I never understood why this vampire was so interested in this place, considering it's a holy place. But here he is, spending his precious night talking to me.

"That's not much of an answer." I frown.

"I answered you, did I not?"

"Aye, ye did. But can't ye be specific? I mean, do ye go out to parks or something? There's no way anyone would be out at a park during the night." The vampire is quiet for a moment before speaking up calmly.

"I have not considered that yet." His deep blue eyes look at me, his hands are placed politely on his lap. He's all pristine, sitting straight and hair all done neatly. He reminds me of a porcelain doll.

"Tell me how it goes when ye try it."

"I shall."

That answer makes me smile, the corners of my mouth curving slightly. I see how he doesn't smile, but his facial features seem to relax. He's never smiled, or shown a lot of emotion really. It was creepy before, but now I've come to appreciate it.

"Well? What do ye do then? If it's not going to parks, and whatnot." I'm not trying to force an answer out, but I can't deny the yearning to learn more about him.

The vampire looks away from me, and I can metaphorically hear the gears turning in his head. Everytime I ask him something he'll look away from me. I don't understand the meaning behind this odd little mannerism, but I don't mind. It's cute.

"Sometimes I will just "hang out" in the woods." The vampire turns to me as he speaks, doing air quotations while saying "hanging out". I know he doesn't completely understand human lingo, and it's sweet he's trying.

"Are there other vampires there to talk to?"

"I have not met another vampire in those woods, so no."

"Isn't that kinda lonely?"

He shakes his head. Well, if I was the only vampire in this town I'd be lonely. Who else can I talk to about my vampire problems?

I hear the slight chirping of birds, and I turn around. The sun is starting to rise, the animals of the village waking up.

"The sun is rising," I say aloud.

"I see that."

I turn back around and see the vampire standing up from his spot and I feel a sense of sadness.

"What do ye sleep during the day?" I blurt out, which makes the vampire rasie a eyebrow at me. "No- I mean, are ye safe? Do ye have a safe place to sleep from the sun?"

He hesitates. I can see it in his body stance, the way he seems a bit more defensive.

"I manage."

I've only known this vampire for 2 months, and I know I shouldn't be feeling this way over a creature of the night- but I feel worried. I'm worried if he is completely safe from the deadly sun, I'm worried if I won't get to talk to him tomorrow.

My eyes drift to the floor, looking at my boots. I want to help him, but is that too weird? Am I coming off too strong? Certainly not, I'm helping a friend! There's nothing wrong with that. Aside from how the church may feel about this..

"Ye can stay in my house today," I bring my eyes up from the floor to look at the vampire. I'm surprised to see his human arms are no longer there, but a huge pair of bat wings. You know what? Just don't question it, Monty. "If ye want to, that is."

The vampire places his "hands" on his hips, the bat wings bending slightly, little bat claws grip his clothed hips. I feel a sensation crawl up my neck like fear, but it's confusion. It stays there like a thought in the back of my head as the vampire looks at me, before it warms into something more of acceptance.

"I suppose I cannot deny your.. kind offer."

"Really?"

"Please do not make me repeat myself."

"Right, I apologize. I'm just surprised," My legs bend and move as I get up from the wooden bench, putting my hands together in front of myself like a polite priest. "I'm glad ye'r accepting nonetheless."

Now a new problem. Just how am I going to get him to my house?

We're both silent. I know he's waiting for me to speak, so I pull some words and thoughts together.

"Just how big are ye as a bat?" I've got a few ideas, but I really need his cooperation.

He blinks at me a few seconds before speaking. "About 3 inches."

3 inches?!

I would've thought such a tall and menacing vampire would be one of those big, large scary bats. Not something that could fit in your hand.

"Uhm.. well," I pull through my small bout of shock to pull back a flap of my priestly uniform. "Ye can hide here. I don't trust just holding ye in my hand. Light could still seep through."

"I appreciate your thorough concern." I nod, holding out my hand. The instructions are clear. I stare for a moment, but he's not doing anything.

"Are ye going to transform or..?"

He frowns. "I was hoping you'd look away."

Oh. I didn't consider transforming to be embarrassing to a vampire.

"Right, I apologize." I turn my head and close my eyes, but I keep my hand out. It's all quiet for a moment or two, and then I feel it.

There's a small amount of weight on my hand, and it's furry.

Opening my eyes I look down and see a small bat looking up at me. It's possibly the cutest thing I have laid eyes on, the small claws wrapped around my fingers for support. Its little eyes are staring up at me, ears swiveling around and listening.

I can't fight the urge to bring my other hand up, pointer finger out, brushing the soft back of the animal.

It's incredible. Rough fur, but it's pleasant all the same. The tiny bat makes a small noise though, and I see that as a snarky remark from the vampire. I should've asked his permission to pet him, but he's too adorable like this.

"Sorry, ye'r just too cute." I whisper sweetly, but the bat doesn't seem very impressed, if they can even look impressed. It makes the same noise and clings to my hand, moving down it slightly. "Ah-ah, I got it."

I bring my hand up to my chest, pulling the flap back again. The little bat crawls off my hand and onto my clothing, little claws digging into the fabric. The little nails dig somewhat into my skin, but it's too much of a small pain to be angry about. I let the flap go, and the bat is covered up.

"Hang on tight, laddie." I get a teeny muffled squeak back.

I make sure to not walk too fast out of the church, making sure to lock the doors behind me. Thankfully my house isn't too far from the church, Father John made sure his students' needs were met and what not. The sky is a deep purple, orange and pink, truly beautiful. I feel bad that the vampire doesn't get to see the Earth's beauty such as a sunrise. I'll be sure to find a way.

I tried to keep a small conversation with the tiny bat, even if it was one-sided. I told him about how pretty it was outside, thinking maybe it would help the walk be less boring.

"Lots of warm colors. Sunrises are always very pretty." I spoke softly, keeping a hand on the front of my chest to make sure the flaps of my uniform don't open and harm the bat. "I'm sure one day I'll get ye to see it."

I could've been imagining things, but I swear I felt the bat snuggle closer against my body. It makes me feel.. warm, happy, all inside my body. It feels good.

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I fumble with my keys slightly before opening the door. The door creaks slightly. I need to fix those hinges.

"Alright, we're home." Tossing my keys on a table next to the door I close it behind myself. I don't get a peep from the bat.

I open my flap to see if it's okay, the lack of response a little worrying. But, I'm relieved to see the small creature's eyes closed, face pressed into my shirt.

I waste no time getting to my bedroom, the only one in the house. Closing the blinds and shutting off any lights in the room I sit down on my bed. The bat needs to get off me, but I'll feel horrible to wake it up.

My hand goes to the small bat, touching it again. Still soft.

"Hey, I need ye to wake up." I pet it again, feeling the small furry cheeks. That does it, the little creature opens its eyes, turning to look at me. "C'mere."

It listens, moving to my hand. I move my hand to my pillow. The small bat crawls off my hand onto my pillow, getting situated again.

"That's better," I sigh and smile. I grab a blanket and lay it out on the bed, tugging it slightly up to gently cover the bat up. It seems scared or confused of the blanket, squeaking at me and moving away. "Hey, it's okay. It'll keep ye warm."

It stops trying to get away, beady eyes looking up at me. I pull the blanket over the small thing, covering its body.

I'm relieved to see as it seems to relax, little hands adjusting to hold onto the pillow more, closer to its body like it's getting comfortable. After a few seconds, it's eyes close, ears twitching a little more before they still.

I can't help but smile, and I have to bite my hand to repress a loud squeal fighting in the back of my throat. I didn't know how the vampire could be any cuter, but seeing him as a little bat tucked in on my pillow is definitely one way.

#not proof reading this so hate past me for it

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Hush, Hush

The reason I read this? Because a booktuber I was following shared an hour-long video of her reacting to the entire series and I was like: hey! I read part of the first book as a teen! And since I just recently reread City of Bones (see review), why not continue my streak of rereading trashy YA relics? It's the archaeologist in me speaking, I swear. And also the masochist!

Now, after finishing this book, I have come to announce in my review that I am really, really burnt-out. 😂 It's… a lot of teenage angst. I'm only done with the first book and this madwoman pushed herself and read ALL FOUR BOOKS:

The sheer IRONY of her video title given that I read it because I saw her video, LOL.

So I don't even know how to begin this review. First of all, I definitely found City of Bones more enjoyable than this. Does it mean City of Bones is a better book? Eh. I think CoB had more things in the plot to distract me (finding the Cup, lots of magical adventure) from the main leads, but this book circles a lot around Patch and Nora.

And boy were both of them the weirdest people to exist.

I want to say they're a product of their time, and in a way they are, but I've also seen other books in this time that aren't this bad. Regardless, you can really see how aged the book is from this interaction here:

All the mean-girl Marcie did call Nora was "geek" and "freak" but Nora? Not just did she slut-shame Marcie, she called her an anorexic pig. This is our heroine, guys. This is who we're supposed to root for. It's genuinely hilarious how the masses collectively ignored how problematic this was in 2009.

In any case: Nora spends most of her days swooning over Patch while simultaneously telling herself how dangerous he is. I get the "dangerous" part, but the swooning? What? HOW? Other than him looking (I guess?) physically attractive, there is NOTHING about him to swoon about. He is so creepy, I swear if he said half the things he did to me IRL, I'd call the cops and file a restraining order. LIKE, I'M NOT KIDDING. THIS MAN HAS ZERO GAME. ZERO. When asked by the biology teacher what he looks for in a mate (I know. The question was already, um, hella weird), Patch says things like:

"Intelligent. Attractive. Vulnerable."

Vulnerable?? VULNERABLE. This is Creeper 101. Also during his first meeting with Nora, out of nowhere, he goes:

"Do you sleep naked?" he asked.

There's a thousand more examples of him saying the weirdest, creepiest shit, but it'd be tomorrow by the time I list them out. My point is: if this is him trying to flirt, it's giving police sirens. And Nora's reaction, instead of running from him, is to dwell on how conflicted she is about her attraction (??) and fear towards him. At some point, she's stalking his workplace to interview his coworkers if he's a felon or has a criminal record and I KID YOU NOT, her last question ending this is: Does he have a girlfriend?

And I don't even want to talk about her best "friend", Vee. I use quotation marks because this isn't really a friend but bless the author, she seems to believe Vee is remotely some kind of friend to Nora. When Elliot (some dude in the story) assaults Nora, this is what Vee says:

Guys, Elliot is going to feel so horrible tomorrow after assaulting Nora. 🙁 Vee is SO right, we need to worry about the pain he's in instead of taking the matter of assault seriously. Because fuck your best "friend" since Elliot is more important, am I right?

To make matters worse, Elliot was assaulting Nora to try to coerce her to go on a camping trip with him and Vee. So get this: Vee, despite hearing about the assault, STILL tries to persuade Nora to go on the camping trip because it'd be fun! In the end, Vee going for the camping trip causes Nora to have to rescue her (since Elliot is obviously a deviant), and Nora practically endangers her life to save Vee's sorry ass. Me, I'm not so kind. I'd munch popcorn and sip wine and have a jolly good time picturing Vee getting murdered. Cheers!

Anyway. Negative points aside, I didn't see the Jules twist coming, and I kinda did like that. The downside, however, is that everyone is an idiot, especially Nora. For example, the new therapist Miss Greene was clearly shady from the start—she'd say the sketchiest nonsense, and Nora would just be vaguely suspicious before taking it all in stride. It's WILD. Her behaviour for 80% of this book makes zero fucking sense. The only thing I can commend her for is that she's proactively trying to solve an investigation for most of the book... even if she's going the worst possible way at it.

And also when Patch says at the end of the book that he's fallen for Nora and no longer plans to sacrifice her? I was like, WHEN? When did you fall for her? Most of your interactions were just you saying creepy stuff and her thinking about how hot and dangerous you were. When did the falling-in-love happen, exactly?

I AM SO CONFUSED.

I don't really have more to say about this book other than I am really, really hoping we (as readers or writers) have collectively moved on from this madness in 2023. In any case, will I continue this series? I don't know. I do like trashy reality TV, but too much of it and I might get a stroke. Reading City of Bones and then this almost back to back has taken me out. (And yet… there is a distant INANE part of me that's whispering: Time to go back and reread every trashy YA series circa 2010.)

- 16 Nov 2023

#book review #book blog #hush hush #becca fitzpatrick #romance books #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #cassandra clare

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hageny · 2 years

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Succession Thoughts but it’s just a commentary on the New Yorker Jeremy Strong article.

I haven’t posted a *spicy* controversial opinion in a while, so I thought we’d have some fun this morning. I finally got around to reading the New Yorker piece on Jeremy Strong just to see what the fuss was about and while I don’t really have much of an opinion either way, the thing that stands out is how much Kendall’s dialogue resembles Strong’s way of speaking. This section:

Talking about his process, he quoted the jazz pianist Keith Jarrett: “I connect every music-making experience I have, including every day here in the studio, with a great power, and if I do not surrender to it nothing happens.” During our conversations, Strong cited bits of wisdom from Carl Jung, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Karl Ove Knausgaard (he is a “My Struggle” superfan), Robert Duvall, Meryl Streep, Harold Pinter (“The more acute the experience, the less articulate its expression”), the Danish filmmaker Tobias Lindholm, T. S. Eliot, Gustave Flaubert, and old proverbs (“When fishermen cannot go to sea, they mend their nets”). When I noted that he was a sponge for quotations, he turned grave and said, “I’m not a religious person, but I think I’ve concocted my own book of hymns.”

This bleeds Kendall. Also, when Strong says, “It was about, like, Beastie Boys-ing it up,” Strong recalled. “I was missing the patois of bro-speak.”

Holy mother.

The more I watch this show the more I feel like Armstrong pulls from all the actors real-life personalities and figures them into the characters they play without the actors yet realizing they’re almost parodying themselves. This is just my opinion having watched the show a few times, but it’s an impression I’m increasingly feeling is accurate.

Take James Cromwell for instance. Ewan is portrayed as a ‘save-the-planet-fuck-the-rich’ kind of guy who never realizes he is, undoubtedly, one of the wealthy. He’s in that world more than the real world whether he likes it or not. Cromwell, in real life, glued himself to a Starbucks counter a few months ago while protesting for PETA, which is just peak ‘rich-person-who-thinks-he’s-an-activist’.

Kieran is quite similar to Roman in real life, from what little interview bits I’ve seen; he’s sort of snarky, frenetic, but decently likeable and likes to fuck around in the way Roman does by sometimes pranking his cast members.

J. Smith-Cameron is married to a wealthy director and grew up in a wealthy family (father an architect, grandfather helped build the Biltmore). She has this idea--seemingly--in her head, that she has only just made it, and has lived on the outside of success her whole life, but really she’s as elite as anyone, just completely unaware of it. Gerri, by contrast, married into the world she’s in, thinks she’s morally better than the Roys, but really is one of them as much as anyone in the company.

I haven’t had the chance to converse with people on this platform about Succession in a while and have missed it, especially since I’m re-watching the show (again), so I thought I’d write up this quick post to see what others think. Agree, disagree, do what you usually do on my Succession Thoughts posts and tell me what you think honestly. This was just an off-the-cuff blurb that I wanted to write up having finally read the infamous New Yorker piece.

This piece will probably strike some nerves since I’m hard on actors/rich people in general, but I just call things like I see ‘em.

#gerri/roman #gerri x roman #gerri kellman #roman roy #succession #succession hbo #hbo succession

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https://youtu.be/i13hrynnGNY?si=54-vbvG7UtoUndJa

Not sure this is the answer to what that anon was asking, but this video provides some pretty fascinating and well-explained insight into why Nintendo is so picky about the terminology people use when referring to their products, ex: why they always refer to it as "Nintendo Switch" and never just "the Switch".

Tldw, it has to do with Nintendo's entire value being wrapped up in the exclusivity of their IPs, and how their competitors (who are much more powerful companies than them) will exploit any weakness to get those IPs. Remember that email from a Microsoft executive that leaked earlier this year saying he thought acquiring Nintendo would be a "career move". These threats to Nintendo as a company are still relevant, hence why they're still defensive about this stuff

Thank you very much for this video! It definitely helped me understand some things better. It's wild to consider the gulf between Nintendo's actual size and resources, and the profitability and influence of their properties. Especially with something like Pokemon, which has been discussed to death already. But seriously, where does all that money go?? I don't just mean it in a "the games and services should be better" sense, but like... I dunno, they have far fewer employees to pay than the Xbox ecosystem, but even greater influence... I just don't understand the economy on that level, lol

Thinking about it more, I think saying "The ___ Game" sorta acts like quotation marks. It clearly establishes the full title of the game. Whatever is between "the" and "game" is the title and that helps Nintendo clearly define what they're talking about. And why other companies don't care about being that protective. As the video established, law like this only matters to the extent it's enforced. Companies can choose to care or not care about all these details based on how precarious they feel their position is.

Kind of a tangent, but based on the conclusions of this video: as a supporter of fan-works, my views on IP law as it exists are mixed, BUT I do think the best option if you get heavily invested in a massive fan project is to just turn it into something original, even if its inspirations are extremely obvious. (unless it's like a remake/QOL romhack of a specific game or something, in which case you just have to keep on taking that risk.) But turning a big fan-inspired thing into something original, I think that's the most healthy option from a creative perspective, too. (Speaking as someone where me and my partner's original world started out as a more blatant spoof of Zelda/gaming tropes and then evolved into something with its own worldbuilding and spirit.) Just look at Arzette, the game that mimics the CD-i Zeldas... Nintendo is even promoting it! You've got stuff like Bug Fables that's obviously based on Paper Mario but has a lot going on to set it apart. And so on. I never really understood how studios were able to "get away" with having extremely blatant inspirations like that (although of course I support it, as stated above), and this video helped me understand why. It's more about the trademark establishing a "seal of quality" if you will, so it doesn't really matter how many imitators there are as long as Nintendo can hold up their own work as a gold standard.

Although there HAVE been instances where companies tried (and even succeeded) to patent game mechanics- IIRC Nintendo even tried that recently with some stuff from Tears of the Kingdom that they didn't even necessarily invent. That's where they lose me entirely. It's one thing to trademark characters and settings, etc. but copyrighting ideas of that nature is bad for everyone,imo.

#alter answers #nintendo

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Bound To Hate | Spiderverse OC Fanfic Blurb 1

This is the first of many blurbs surrounding the relationship Genevieve (@jinxedbandage) and Faisal develop over the course of Spiderverse Canon. They, however, are bound by fate to be unhappy with one another, forcing Genevieve into the arms of someone else, a person who understands her more than Faisal ever could.

╭──────────────────────────────────────────.🕷..─╮ Summary: Gen and Faisal are on the outs. With the destruction of her universe at the hands of Miles Morales, and Faisal's belief that he should be allowed to return to his own home despite the choices Morales has made, Gen grows to discover her distrust for the one person who was supposed to love her most. Warnings: Harsh Language, Accusatory References, Potential Spoilers for Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse. This is not proof read, I'm just trying to get my thoughts out. A/n: Anything in italics between quotations is Faisal communicating through sign language. He is deaf, and uses SL as his main method of relaying information. He does speak occasionally, but for the sake of this being my shameless self-insert, I will be including this. Tehe <3<3 ╰─..🕷.───────────────────────────────────────────╯

"You!" Genevieve jabbed a finger into Faisal's chest, a harsh edge to her tone, "You will never understand!"

Faisal looked half distressed, but angrier more than anything. Why was she attacking him like this? He'd had no implication other than he couldn't help her.

She'd made it clear enough that she didn't want it.

'Gen,' Faisal's eyebrows shot together--angry; Genevieve took a seething step forward, 'I just need you to listen to me.' He signed quickly, sloppily, as if he were unable to move quick enough.

Genevieve took a moment to respond, it was hard to follow, "I have done quite enough listening to your bullshit antics, Faisal." She spit, something about the look on his face made her antsy to fight.

"My entire world," Gen continued, "is gone! You can't fix that. You can't pretend that what this kid has done is okay!" She talked with her motions, arms flying up to emphasize her discomfort. Faisal always admired that about her, even when she argued with him.

He watched her silently, unable to gather his thoughts. Of course he knew that, of course he understood he couldn't fix that--but above all else, he was jealous of Miguel. The person Genevieve ran far too quickly to, the person who could relate the most.

'But he can?' Faisal asked her. A look of defeat shadowed Gen's face, she grimaced.

"Miguel?!" She raked her hands over her face, exasperated, "Of course! my world just imploded and all you can fucking care about is Miguel?!" Genevieve laughed bitterly, unable to express how sick the accusation made her, "I can't believe you."

"Me?" Faisal's voice broke the silence, Gen's head snapped in his direction--this was the first time she'd heard him speak in what felt like months, "You can't," He frowned and shook his head, "You can't believe me?!" It was as if he were struggling to get the sentence out.

A flash of what almost looked like remorse shot across Gen's face, "You haven't looked at me the same in weeks, Genevieve." She didn't respond.

"You spend hours with him." His voice broke as he glared at her, "You can't even kiss me."

She shook her head, he missed her and she knew that. Considering the collapse of her universe, there was enough to imply that she would be distant. Everything Genevieve knew, loved, cherished. It was all gone.

And Faisal was bitter. He didn't get it. He didn't understand. He would never be able to understand. That was Genevieve's point, and Faisal missed it every time.

"I'm," Gen sighed heavily, it was like she was being swallowed up, "I am sorry." She could physically see the hurt on his face, how his shoulders slumped, and especially how he kept to himself.

'You aren't.' Faisal's hands moved slowly, emphasizing how much he knew. She watched him, refusing to meet his eyes. They were drifting apart with no way to fix it. No solution.

Faisal's 'fix-it' attitude was expended, he couldn't simply listen to her, he didn't know how.

For that reason, Genevieve sought refuge in the presence of someone Faisal grew to hate.

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Any tips for getting into rp?

🧩 Certainly, I’ll try to make it short and simple. Honestly even now I don’t consider myself the best RPer by any means, but I think this past year has given me a lot of experience with it so I will try to share what I have learned.

Know your limits. It’s obvious I struggle with this one a lot, because I am stubborn and love to throw Ruki at people, lol. But you should have an idea of what kind of threads you want to have, the people who want to interact with, etc. Do you want to RP with ten people? 20? 30? Keep in mind that the more people you interact with, the more you will have to write to keep the threads cohesive. It’s for this reason I recommend starting off with a small handful of people before moving on to larger quantities such as 15 or more RP partners. Even 10 is already a lot, honestly. However, if you slowly branch out, you can strategically plan yourself to have more developed relationships with others and newer ones simultaneously, and thus enjoy the best of both worlds. For instance, everyday I have Ruki interact with both long-time romantic partners and those he just met recently, so this way I get to explore two very different versions of him.

Read, read, and read some more. I’m talking about the rules and character information of the people you plan on RPing with. There is nothing more embarrassing than interacting with someone and you actually don’t know a single thing about their character beforehand. What are the admin/mun/author’s rules? What are their characters’ likes and dislikes? What are their hobbies? Use this information to determine how they might meet your character for the first time. For instance, you definitely don’t wanna have your muse meet theirs at school if they don’t even attend. The admin will probably look at you funny and go, “well… this is awkward.”

Don’t godmod. People generally don’t appreciate it when you speak for their character, force them to move outside of necessary actions (i.e., walking somewhere they agreed upon together). There is nothing more infuriating than opening an interaction and I see Ruki’s dialogue is already there. What is the point of even interacting then? I’m sure others feel the same. It doesn’t matter how spot on with your dialogue you were, in-character or not, no one will probably enjoy any sort of godmodding. Instead, I highly recommend discussing what is and isn’t acceptable with the admin before making any especially crazy moves.

Whether it’s literate or more informal, at least establish a clear difference between what is being said, what is being done, what is being thought, etc. Character dialogue, actions, and thoughts should all have distinctions. You can use quotations, brackets, whatever suits your needs, just make sure other people can tell what is going on. You don’t want to type your starters like: “Hi, my name is Ruki. He extended his hand politely. I go to the library occasionally.” This gets really confusing really quickly. It’s thanks to context clues that we can tell he probably didn’t mean to say the middle sentence, but just don’t write like this. It’s awkward.

Get out there and be sociable. Waiting and waiting for people to interact with you just isn’t realistic. Sometimes you need to be the initiator if there is someone you really want to RP with. I’m simply one of those blogs who is lucky to receive many interactions even if I don’t initiate a lot of them, but chances are, new blogs will hardly get anywhere if you sit and stay in one place. Now is not the time to be shy if you want your character to thrive and have many interactions. The worst thing they can do is ignore you, and in that case I recommend moving on to someone who is actually willing to interact. It may take some time, but eventually you’ll click with someone who really loves to interact with you!

Write in Motivation-Reaction units (MRUs). The interactions should read like a cause-and-effect. Your muse acts and then reacts to what is being done, for example, “Ruki sank his fangs into her neck and groaned from the sweet taste of her blood.” Here you can see he is performing an action, and then responding to what is being done. Body language and inner monologue is so, so important. The next person might reply, “She recoiled and bellowed out from pain once the blood left her veins.” Then, it’s always good to add a new bit of action or dialogue with each reply to keep the interaction going. Keep the replies a good mix between reacting to the previous segment + adding your own new things as well.

Stay true to your character. If you want your muse to come off as regal and sophisticated, making them talk like a street rat probably isn’t going to work out well for you.

Avoid forcing relationships. Most people want to develop things properly, which takes time. I’m not saying you need to write a slow burn, but keep your RP partner’s motivations and ambitions in mind, too. For example, your muse probably wouldn’t like it if someone approached them like “tell me all 50 reasons why you love me” when they barely know each other. It just doesn’t make sense. Unless you’ve received approval and permission from the admin beforehand, do not make your muse act like they have an established romance with the other person already.

Don’t cry about word count too much. Yes, it’s nice to match the other person’s effort on the dot, but I think most people are understanding in that if you reply 400 words to their 600 word reply, they probably won’t shun you for it. Just don’t reply a one-liner to people’s multi-paragraph starter. That tells them you have no interest in interacting whatsoever and then they probably won’t reply to you anymore ever again.

Remember that it’s all about taking turns. The other person cannot “take their turn” if there is nothing interesting to interact with in the first place. For instance, don’t send a starter to someone in which your muse is just doing their own thing, isolated from everyone else. In my case, Ruki probably isn’t going to care if he sees someone at the grocery store struggling over whole milk or half-and-half. He’d just grab his food items, put it in his basket, then go about his day without saying anything to your muse. Even the classic character A bumps into character B is more salvageable than this (don’t follow that formula either though). You’ll want your muse to directly approach him in some kind of way, since he and many other characters are very aloof and keep to themselves. Or, alternatively, if you want your muse to meet someone else but you aren’t sure how to go about it, you can message the admin as well and see if they are willing to write you a starter themselves. That way, they can control how their character meets yours. I, personally, am always down to write a quick starter if you are stumped but want to interact. Communication is key.

And, I think that’s it for now. I’ll probably edit and add more points as I remember them, but I think these ten are good to start off with. Happy roleplaying and remember it is all about having fun. 🧩

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beneaththetangles · 2 years

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The Text x Context of Haruhi Suzumiya, Part II

Welcome back to Text x Context, the new BtT feature that examines multiple light novels at the same time! Previously on Text x Context, we began a discussion of the first four volumes of the popular Haruhi Suzumiya series. We had so much to talk about with this thought-provoking story that we needed two posts for it. Let’s get back to it!

Themes:

The Reading Experience • Anime Adaptation • Comparison with Evangelion & Monogatari

Questions:

Why does Haruhi choose Kyon? • Why is Haruhi rebelling? • Where is it all going? • What is the point? • Final Thoughts

Why does Haruhi choose Kyon?

Jeskai: I think Kyon starts out as a mirror for Haruhi. Both are self-centered, hypocritical, hypercritical know-it-alls who understand far less about the people around them than they realize. If Haruhi is a god, then Kyon is made in her image. Haruhi obviously considers herself the smartest person in the room, and though Kyon is more subtle about his sense of superiority, he frequently expounds on how he’s the straight man, the voice of reason, the only “normal” member of the group. That’s Kyon’s role in Haruhi’s world: he’s the one who is most like her, the one who is most truly her peer, friend, and fellow protagonist.

Twwk: I’ll have to chew on that explanation a bit. I’ll go with something more obvious, which is that even though Kyon finds Haruhi attractive, he doesn’t talk to her in order to try to date her. He’s genuine with her and keeps talking to her even when the whole world thinks she’s crazy. In other words, he accepts her as she is. That in itself makes him unique, and a character worth bringing into her vision of the world.

Gaheret: I think it’s the shared feeling of despair and the desire for adventure, hope, depth, and even heroism. Haruhi shares her experience of hopelessness as a child with Kyon because she correctly perceives that he is going through a similar crisis of hope, even if he denies it. The Haruhi in Disappearance had no SOS Brigade because Kyon is the reason for it. Here, she is trying to get him to live differently, to grow, and to take the initiative, regarding her and more generally because, from the first arc, his appreciation for the world inspires her to try to appreciate it too. Disappearance shows us just how lost Kyon is without that.

sleepminusminus: Haruhi represents the extraordinary, the transcendent, the supernatural, while Kyon represents the ordinary, the everyday, and the natural. Haruhi chooses Kyon because while she longs for more than this world, she also doesn’t want any less. She loves this world. That’s why she doesn’t recreate it in Melancholy. That’s why she spends so much time working on the cultural festival in Sigh (after all, cultural festivals happen every year—it’s not like a once-in-a-lifetime extraordinary event!) That’s why she signs up for a baseball tournament in Boredom. And that’s why her idea of the perfect Christmas in Disappearance is actually a somewhat tame hot pot party.

What do you think about Haruhi’s rebellion against her everyday life?

Gaheret: It really resonates with me. I’m trying to live a heroic life, in touch with wonder and what I believe to be the meaning of the Universe. While there are many dangers in the life of a Christian, mundanity, a thirst for worldly things, and an apathetic attitude are among the most dangerous. The melancholy of despair, the lies we tell ourselves, and the “rebellion of the wonder” are themes that really speak to my heart, and Haruhi’s fight, even if flawed, unites them with a great appreciation for daily things and ordinary people.

Jeskai: I mostly agree with everything you said, Gaheret, but I do think that like Kyon, Haruhi’s initial outlook is flawed and later shows signs of growth. I specifically take issue with Haruhi’s dismissal of “ordinary humans.” In context, it’s ironic and funny because she and everyone in the SOS Brigade are far from ordinary, but it also reminds me of a famous C. S. Lewis quotation:

It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree helping each other to one or the other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all of our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.

The Weight of Glory

I think Haruhi starts to acknowledge this as the story slowly hints that she cares more about her brigade members than she lets on. She comes to treasure Kyon and the others—perhaps even more than she herself realizes—despite how “ordinary” she believes them to be. So, with the caveat that everyday life can be more extraordinary than we (or Haruhi) realize, I do appreciate her pursuit of wonder and meaning.

What are your thoughts on the story’s worldbuilding?

And especially the way in which sci-fi/fantasy (or imagination) crosses over into the (seemingly) prosaic real-world setting?

Jeskai: To me, the obvious comparison here is the Rascal Does Not Dream series, which feels like it sometimes tries to skew closer to hard sci-fi, but ends up as pure fantasy, with the science taking a back seat. The “rules” of the paranormal phenomena are all over the place, giving the story more of a fantasy vibe even though it actually makes more explicit references to science. Yet, though the world-building of Haruhi Suzumiya doesn’t even pretend to be truly scientific, a couple of elements actually make it feel more “sci-fi” than I expected. First, we hear competing theories about Haruhi’s nature from Koizumi, Nagato, and Asahina. This shows us that the characters within the setting are trying to make sense of Haruhi rationally, thereby encouraging us as the readers to join them in looking for some underlying rationale to all the weirdness. Second, the story seems to make an effort to be internally consistent with some of its strange phenomena (e.g., treating the different instances of time travel according to the same set of rules). The result is a tale that feels more like sci-fi than fantasy.

Twwk: I agree that the series has a surprisingly strong sci-fi edge to it. I’ve struggled with the Rascal Does Not Dream series because while I fully enjoy the interactions between characters, I hate hate hate the “science” that it weaves into its world. I can’t buy it. It’s too silly. But Haruhi, which chooses to be six or seven different things (and I would say does all of them well), also throws in “science fiction” among the bunch, most emphatically when Koizumi, Asahina, or Nagato give long explanations related to who they are. It’s such a shift in tone as these otherwise comical and fairly representative characters show themselves to be experts in their fields. And it helps make the leaps in the series—both tonal and temporal—believable.

Gaheret: I think it’s brilliant. And I think we can trace the cheeky and character-driven use of sci-fi conventions that somehow manages to be consistent back to Evangelion. Haruhi has a lot of fun with its science, both in what it says and what it implies. For example, I think that the idea that the iterations of Kyon and Asahina from the third novel are sleeping in a nearby room when Kyon visits Nagato for the first time in Melancholy is just too funny. The daily world is pretty lively, with compelling characters and scenarios, and I really like the tone of Kyon’s normal school life.

sleepminusminus: I agree with Twwk and Jeskai that this series does sci-fi far better than Rascal does, though I would say that Kamoshida, the author of the Rascal Does Not Dream series, isn’t even writing science-fiction—science is just Rio’s language for the fantastic events going on, and one of many languages that Sakuta employs in trying to find his way around Adolescence Syndrome. In contrast, Tanigawa is explicitly writing science-fiction with the convoluted accounts of Haruhi and her origin, purpose, and destiny.

The reading experience:

Next year will be 20 years since the first novel was published, leading to widespread acclaim and excitement. If you read it for the first time years ago, how might your experience differ if you experienced it for the first time now, or if this is your first reading, how might your reception have been different two decades ago?

Jeskai: Hmm, back in 2003, I think my high school self’s initial reaction would have been…exactly the same as it was a few years ago when I first tried to pick up vol. 1. I would have found it completely unenjoyable and dropped it halfway through due to Haruhi’s abrasive personality and cruel behavior. Of course, I was barely aware of anime and completely ignorant of light novels back in 2003, so that would have been another barrier to appreciating it. And I was conservative as all get-out back then, so I suspect I would have found the story morally unacceptable in one way or another. This question is really making me aware of how much my attitudes and interests have changed.

Twwk: If I were to have read these novels now instead of when I first did, years ago, I don’t know if I could enjoy them as much. The crazy arcs, mystery elements, and jumps in time are elements that I think are still courageous to use and fairly unique to light novels, but the characters themselves are less so, now more than ever. Haruhi and Kyon, particularly, have been copied a thousand times over. Hachiman, at least for the first half to two-thirds of the Oregairu run, is a better Kyon, which might lead me to pull him off the pedestal I’ve placed him on—at least partially.

But you know what? At the same time, I only read the last several volumes of Haruhi in recent years. And I still find them as entertaining as virtually any light novels I’ve ever read.

Gaheret: I was nine in 2003, and I was reading the likes of Harry Potter and Around the World in Eighty Days. I don’t think I would have enjoyed Haruhi. Specifically, I suspect the fanservice would have led me to drop it instantly, too.

sleepminusminus: Along with the fanservice, the one thing I noticed is an oddity of the English localization; the translators make frequent use of the r-word, which made me cringe every single time I read it. The first time they used the word I had to do a double-take and check when the book was published. It’s wild to me that they were able to publish this book in the US without controversy just a little over ten years ago (though in fairness, maybe there was a backlash that I’m not aware of).

Taking into account these first volumes, where do you think this story could be going?

Gaheret: I think that Disappearance proves that everything that happens is meaningful foreshadowing. And while the center of the story is the struggle of Haruhi and Kyon to live a meaningful life, the secondary characters receive their fair share of attention and compelling twists. I hope to see an all-out confrontation with a hopeful resolution that has an impact on the lives of major and minor characters alike. And one that serves as a foundation for Haruhi and Kyon’s romance, too. Something like the ending of the first arc, only everyone sees it.

Jeskai: I agree. Disappearance shows that despite how choppy and episodic the story sometimes feels in the first three volumes, there IS an overall plot (complete with foreshadowing) that ties everything together. The author isn’t just writing a slice-of-life series. I imagine Haruhi’s continued story will be much the same as these volumes, with escalating high-stakes sci-fi adventure juxtaposed with comical absurdity and high school relationship drama. Ugh. I almost feel tempted to read more of the series now. LOL.

Twwk: I won’t answer this question since I’ve completed the run of light novels that are currently published, but I just wanted to chime in here and say YESSSSSS to Jeskai being tempted to continue with the series!

sleepminusminus: Seeing as we got more details about Yuki’s character in Disappearance, I’d expect more detail for the other two side characters, Asahina and Koizumi. I don’t see the series going much farther with the romance.

What is the Haruhi franchise trying to say?

Gaheret: I think it has a message of existential hope and the appreciation of life and love, both for the ordinary and the extraordinary.

Jeskai: I might be overthinking it, but I also kind of see the light novels (less so the anime) as a critique of the modern, rationalist, materialist tendency to deny or explain away the supernatural, to treat science as opposing faith, and to preen our feathers and look down our noses at those ignorant and superstitious people of the past who had such quaint misconceptions about the world. The first volume opens with Kyon’s smug monologue about how he was too smart to ever believe in Santa Claus. I hate Santa Claus myself, so I don’t really mind Kyon’s statement, but his initial attitude seems emblematic of a broader dismissal of the supernatural. The rest of the story proceeds to beat him over the head with the fact that although not all strange phenomena are paranormal, there is indeed more to reality than the physical world we perceive.

Twwk: I don’t think you’re overthinking it, Jeskai. There’s enough depth here to believe that the author really wanted to impress that thoughtful theme, as well as the philosophical ideas that Gaheret has discussed in his ongoing series of posts on the anime.

There’s also the idea that we matter. Haruhi is obsessed with how little she matters, though the series shows her to be rather the most important being of all. Kyon, in contrast, has nothing of what Haruhi is apparently looking for that would make him significant, but he’s more significant than anyone else to her. And yet, he’s normal. Is there meaning in being just a regular person? Yes, and this is expressed through Kyon’s centrality to the series. And so we, perhaps as sarcastic 16-year-olds reading this series, must matter too.

And I would add to all this something simpler as well, which harkens back to the Santa introduction: maybe believing in the unknown, the spiritual, and the fantastic isn’t something we should ever grow out of or abandon. Maybe being a chuunibyou isn’t so bad after all.

sleepminusminus: The chuunibyou parallels are definitely palpable: the love for both the ordinary and the extraordinary, the interplay between the dramatic and the everyday, and the search for meaning and identity somewhere outside this world.

To Jeskai’s point, I think the series expresses a critique of modernism even if doing so wasn’t the author’s conscious intent. Modern culture is both starved of and starving for the transcendent. We want magic to be real even if we’ve convinced ourselves that it’s not. And so there’s probably that theme at work implicitly here as well.

How do these novels compare to the well-known anime adaptation The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya?

Jeskai: I think I like the anime slightly better overall. Like other anime adaptations of heavily comedic stories, the addition of visual and aural elements helps to convey the humor in a way that the written word can’t quite accomplish. Then again, the anime had the “Endless Eight” and the light novel thankfully didn’t, so that’s at least one point (eight points?) in favor of the books. There’s also the fact that Disappearance isn’t part of the anime. (I understand there’s a movie based on it, but it’s not as accessible as just watching anime on Crunchyroll, so I haven’t seen it.) This matters because I enjoyed the fourth volume quite a bit more than the first three; in other words, the anime is missing the best part of the story so far.

Twwk: If you like the anime a little more now, you’ll like it a whole lot better after the movie. It is an all-time great anime film (though I guess I would say Disappearance is an all-time great light novel volume—at least based on my reading). I have such a love for the series, and if we’re talking about only the first four novels, I would go with the anime + film. We’re not covering the rest of the Haruhi volumes here, but with how the story has expanded, I now enjoy the light novels more.

Adding “voice” to the characters is a huge win for the anime. Both English and Japanese versions were well-cast, but I think maybe the American version is better. Hearing Crispin Freeman reading Kyon’s thoughts in my head makes the novel oh so entertaining.

A positive for the light novel series though is that I think those long asides from Koizumi, Asahina, and Nagato are more palatable in book form. They’re expected when you read novels. But when 25% of an episode is a character talking about being a data interface unit, I tend to tune out.

Gaheret: KyoAni’s direction is brilliant. The music is spot on, the visuals are very cool, and the contrasts between the normal and the weird are clearer than in the novels. By now, I even like the Endless Eight. Kyon’s dialogue gets much less tiresome when he doesn’t need to narrate (and comment on) everything that is happening. Plus, the anime has small moments without him that are very clarifying, especially in the chapter Someday in the Rain. Tanigawa’s style has clearly improved over time too, so I found Melancholy underwhelming (not Disappearance though, which may have been the best LN I have read so far). I still like the anime slightly more, though.

The Remote Island arc, specifically, was elevated in the anime adaptation, with additional context, jokes and scenarios (like how Haruhi and Kyon fall into a cave when searching for the killer) and with some, ahem, questionable ideas removed. Why do Haruhi and Kyon need to get drunk? Things are already controversial enough as it is! I liked that Kyon had a mother and a father in the novels though, and that they are repeatedly mentioned as a part of his daily life.

sleepminusminus: I was wondering where that cave scene went! Makes a lot more sense now that I know that’s anime-original. As for me, I liked Kyon and Haruhi better in the anime, and it was Kyoto Animation, so it’s really a foregone conclusion.

What do you think about the parallels between Haruhi and other deconstructive shows like Evangelion or Monogatari?

Gaheret: Haruhi has some striking parallels with Evangelion, in terms of both characters and style (an established anime genre repurposed as an existential piece). Ayanami and Nagato are the names of ships of the Imperial Japanese Navy, Koizumi looks like Kaworu, and the influence of Asuka can definitively be felt in Haruhi. Even Taniguchi and Kunikida are similar to Shinji’s classmates. I think this can only be intentional. At some points, it works as a parody of NGE. At others, it’s a continuation of its themes. Monogatari is a different kind of deconstructive show, but Haruhi shares with it a strong focus on the central conflicts of the characters and the use of fantastical elements to explore them.

Twwk: This is an awesome question—I’ve never thought of comparing Haruhi to Evangelion, nor read of others making that comparison. But gosh, the similarities are indeed striking. Gaheret didn’t mention that Rei resembles Nagato (and I think far more than Haruhi does Asuka—wait, does that mean Mikuru is Misato? Or maybe…Pen-Pen?).

But now that the comparison is made, Haruhi seems like it could have been born in part out of a desire to make a happier, less depressing Evangelion. Though that was later done through manga adaptations of the “happy world” episode of NGE, and then somewhat through the Rebuild series years later, Haruhi is far better crafted than the NGE episode, and more thoroughly optimistic than Rebuild.

Final Thoughts

Jeskai: Well, I just realized that, given the seasonal timing and the alternate reality premise, Disappearance is slightly reminiscent of It’s a Wonderful Life, and that’s hilarious. It could also be seen as a nod to Dickens’s A Christmas Carol, with a seasonally-timed supernatural experience that changes someone’s perspective. Another sudden realization: that black shape in the background of each of the novel covers is a giant H for Haruhi.

Finally, a moment I think worth highlighting: I thought it was super funny when Asakura came up and stabbed Kyon in vol. 4. Like, dude, you know you just need to shoot Nagato with the injection gun to fix the space-time continuum…so you stand there monologuing for ten minutes like a cliché, giving the opposition time to fight back. As he rambled on, I found myself thinking “Something will definitely go wrong,” and then a couple of pages later, behold, it came to pass! Pretty sure the protagonist getting stabbed isn’t normally supposed to be so entertaining, but Kyon pulled it off.

And that levity-filled moment concludes our first Text x Context post! If you made it this far, thanks for reading! And please let us know whether you like this sort of content! As for next time… we have a little surprise for you from another world! Normally we otaku associate the “isekai” premise—the idea of being transported to another world—with Japanese media, but it’s not a uniquely Japanese concept. So next time, we’re going to tackle a combination of old-school American “isekai” alongside some prominent Japanese examples of the genre. Tune in to see what mindblowing, earth-shattering discoveries we make!

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