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totallysora · 3 months

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West Side Story (2021)

I HAVE SM TO SAY ABT THIS MOVIE IT’S UNREAL 😭 Ok so I finally decided to watch it for the first time in like,,early January and it has actually changed me 😭 IT WAS SO GOOD?? LIKE THE CASTING WAS JUST MWAH I LOVED IT SM 😕 Anyways here are some of the things (from what I can remember, I haven’t actually had time to rewatch it since 😔) that I loved about it!

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING!!

The jets were amazing, fight me

Ik that’s kinda controversial cuz they’re horrible people, and yes I absolutely get that, and do not support their actions at all (If ur a jets apologist pls leave 🥰) but GOD THE CASTING?? UGH IT WAS JUST SO PERFECT 😭 All of their songs were literally so good?? The Jet song is unfairly catchy, and Gee, Officer Krupke?? It was actually magical (THIS IS WHY WE CAST BWAY ACTORS IN MUSICAL MOVIES PEOPLE 😻‼️)

That scene with Anita?? It honestly made my blood boil, which is actually like,,the best thing ever?? Ik that sounds horrible but I mean it in a way that if a scene is meant to make you feel disgusted, or completely angry, and it succeeds?? That’s how u know it was good acting

On the topic of the Jets, MIKE FAIST?? UM HELLO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HE WAS PERFECT CASTING IT’S UNREAL

I struggle to differentiate between actors and characters, so the whole rumble scene was a lil bit of a mess for me at first cuz I adore Mike sm, however when I thought abt it more, and how Riff acted, I was able to think of him as Riff, not Mike, and realised holy shit yea he actually kinda deserved what happened to him yk

THE RUMBLE OML 😭 THE ACTING WAS JUST SO UGH I LOVED IT SM - Unliked in the 1961 version (which I haven’t actually watched but have seen clips of!) you could actually tell it was like,,serious yk?? And when Riff got stabbed?? Holy fuck the emotion in that scene was unreal

Also the way David and Ansel acted straight after it happened?? I kinda got a ‘I didn’t actually want to kill him’ kinda feel from Bernardo, and honestly I kinda felt for him man 😭

I love the way that this rlly showed why Tony was the leader of the Jets, the way he beats Bernardos ass?? You can see why he led such a strong gang

Completely unrelated but the fact that this whole thing was basically a newsies reunion 💀

like Mike, Kyle, Jess, BEN? GARRETT?? THE TWINS???

I will forever adore the casting tho like honestly it was so good

Also the Sharks were robbed of screen time Icl 😭 They deffo should’ve been on screen more man

RACHEL MF ZEGLER 😻‼️ The fact that this was her debut will literally never not shock me

Like this girl was 17 and could sing like that?? No wonder ppl love her sm like damn 😭

People can actually fight me on this but Ansel was such good casting for Tony

I’ve seen people bash him for it but he was literally so good?? Like sorry but I refuse to accept anyone else (obviously excluding bway lmao)

On the topic of Tony the ending actually made me cry?? Like I was fine untik they picked him up and started carrying him after he got shot 😭

Icl halfway through the movie I googled if anyone died so I was prepared for it to happen but doesn’t mesn I didn’t still cry 😕

ARIANA DEBOSE 😻‼️ HER ANITA WAS SO PERFECT OML 😭 LITERALLY NO ONE CAN BEAT HER SHE WAS SO GOOD ITS UNREAL

ALSO DAVID‼️ I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE DONT FOCUS ON HIM ENOUGH LIKE CMON HE WAS SO GOOD??

RITA MONERO 🥰 She was in the og movie and I am so glad they got her back cuz she was a m a z i n g

Also the fact that she sung her song live?? Cmon man she’s so good

Ok so Josh Rivera 😻 Although I didn’t rlly like Chino at first he definitely grew on me the more I thought about it - Ik killing Tony could be considered extreme, but realistically?? I totally get where he came from, it was an incredibly difficult situation, and I can understand why he did what he did

THE CHOREOGRAPHY ‼️‼️ LITERALLY WHO CHOREOGRAPHED THIS MOVIE IT WAS SO GOOD?? THE WHOLE THING WAS FILLED WITH AMAZING CHOREOGRAPHY AND IT WAS JUST SO 😫 If I could marry that choreography I would

Ok but the singing in general?? Like Ik they wouldn’t cast bad singers but be fr literally all of the songs slap

Ik I’ve said it before but I will say it as many times as I need to THIS IS WHY WE CAST BWAY (OR THEATRE) ACTORS IN MUSICAL MOVIES 👏👏

The soundtrack is actually so good tho like I pretty much wouldn’t skip any of it

Ok completely random but I couldn’t understand half of the movie 💀 cuz they spoke spanish and although I had subtitles on it just gave me the spanish in spanish subtitles, so half of the time I was guessing or just hoping I’ll get what’s going on 😭

If u couldn’t tell I cannot speak spanish (and tbh I’m not doing that well in it at school so 😔)

There is so so so much more I can say about this movie, and once I’ve posted this I will definitely plan a part 2 specifically focusing on the songs, and a part 3 on characters (possibly in the opposite order tho) because this movie was a m a z i n g and I could actually talk about it for h o u r s

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robby-bobby-tommy · 11 months

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Hiii, here's a postcanon fanfic I've been working on for a few weeks. Before you read a few stuff: 1) I didn't know Ultra Magnus' hand was replaced in the movie,cuz my procrastination doesn't let me watch it; 2) implied Optiratch but it's up for interpretation;

Word count: 2398

I will always think of you.

It was quite late. The day wasn't anything special, yet Ratchet, who was now in the med bay on Cybertron, didn't feel normal. The longing, that lived in him since Cybertron's restoration, was crippling more and more. Doctor wanted the day to finally end, so he can go home and let himself miss the only spark he cared about so much. The thought of him, his smile, his voice.... It was painfully tearing his spark apart.

The knock on the door stopped medic's thoughts. Ratchet sighted placing his servo on his closed optics.

"Come in", Ratchet said loudly.

It was quite some time since Cybertron was revived. Life was slowly getting back to the planet. Ratchet loved his planet dearly. He was fighting all those years for it and was prepared to sacrifice almost everything for its restoration. But this time the price was too high. He would gladly sacrificed his own life and spark if it meant his survival. But it was impossible. Even if he could, Optimus would never let medic to put his life on the line. He would've said "My old friend, this is a generous offer, but there is an other way". Oh why couldn't he see this other way for himself?

Ratchet's thoughts flooded his head again, so he didn't recognize a bot, that was standing in doors.

"Hello, Doctor." The voice was familiar. Ratchet removed his servo from his optics only to see someone he hadn't seen in some time. They kept in touch with each other (as everyone in team Prime did), but the work didn't let them communicate as much as they all would desire.

"Ultra Magnus! I'm quite surprised to see you here. How are you? What's bothering you?"

"I'm okay, thank you. Nothing specific. Just thought a check up wouldn't hurt. Especially since Wheeljack and Bulkhead wouldn't let me work in peace till I visit med bay."

Despite the wrecker's words Ratchet could feel, it wasn't his friends' unending whining that became a reason for this unexpected visit. He couldn't explain what made him think that. Ultra Magnus, on his behalf, wanted to visit this doctor for a long time. No, there was nothing bothering him. Magnus was already used to his arm-replacement, that was made back on war. But UM didn't know how to visit his friend due to all of their works. He has grown to care about team prime, but he would never admit it out loud.

"Okay. Stay still." Ratchet got his scanner and started checking former second in command from head to toe.

"How's your life?"

"Fine. Since the war ended I've had to treat way more patients, but Knock Out is a great help, at least for now." Ratchet chuckled.

"So you're on good terms? I, honestly, wasn't sure you'd get along." Commander's voice was genuinely surprised.

"Well, he was mostly civil, if you don't count eternal flirting." Ratchet rolled his eyes, scanning UM's body, which was generally in good state. Few scratches here and there — nothing so terrible.

"Tell me about that. You know how Wheeljack's like."

"Ohoho, I'll never forget his 'Sunshine' line!"

As those words left his mouth, doctor saw his patient's damaged servo. Ratchet's face quickly became more gloomy, as he felt his internal shame building up. No matter how much doctor has told himself that he did his best, nothing could ever convice him he couldn't done better. Just like with Bumblebee, Ratchet felt how much he had let down Ultra Magnus. This new 'servo' never worked good. At first it barely even could hold energon cube. The sadness and worry in commander's optics, as he saw his comrades leave the base without him, haunted doctor.

"..You sure you don't want me to change this?"

Ultra Magnus quickly noticed his friend's emotional change. He himself wasn't happy with his new servo, but not because of the reasons, he deduced Ratchet thought of. This damage was an eternal reminder of his failure to protect Iacon's relic. It was his punishment. Yet commender has never blamed field medic for that. The only thing lieutenant felt was gratitude.

"If it'll ease your mind."

"Knock Out!" Ratchet yelled, turning his head to the door. "Bring me some spare servo!"

"Say the magic word and I'll consider it!" The response was heard from some where to the right, behind a wall. Since the war ended Knock Out was on probation. He wasn't fully trusted at first, but now he slowly became more and more reliable. His attitude didn't change, but now he was surprisingly nicer. Probably, an environment where he wasn't threatened every second made him softer.

"Please, your highness, do your job." Ratchet replied mockingly, not making his voice any quieter. This kind of bickering was so usual that both doctors didn't even bother on taking offence.

Though there were no verbal confirmation, both bots heard KO's steps towards storage room.

"Now, please, lie down here." Ratchet pointed at operating table.

Ultra Magnus chuckled at this interaction, completing doctor's order. This kind of operation didn't require stasis, so bots kept their little conversation. Magnus wasn't a fan of long operations, as they reminded him about some terrible situations during the war, where he saw someone else being torn to pieces or was this someone himself. Yet he trusted Ratchet with his life during the war, and there was nothing that could change it now. Ratchet himself was used to more drastic view and could've done this servo replacement quickly, if only his thoughts wasn't plagued by self-loath he felt. "You are a medic!" The Autobot doctor thought, as he took former second in command's servo in his own, slowly trying to detach it. "How could you let commander be left for so long with this abomination of a servo? How dare you let Bumblebee live so long, not being able to speak clearly and just giving him false hopes on one day repairing his voice box? Why couldn't you stop him from leaving all of us that day?"

"Doctor, is there something bothering you?" Ultra Magnus' voice made Ratchet snap out of this internal tirade. Only now medic noticed that he has done little to no progress on a detachment and has missed a few of his patient's questions.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just.. Thoughts."

"What are they about?" Ultra Magnus pressed a bit harder. He could feel with his spark that something was bothering Ratchet so much, it would simply not let him be if they don't discuss it.

"They're about him." The doctor finally confessed, without looking up at his friend. They both needed no clarification of who medic was talking about. And they both felt the pain of remembering someone so close to both of them. Ultra Magnus could feel Ratchet's servo squeezing prothesis tighter as his mood became worse. "I still think of him. Every nanocycle I can't get him out of my head. I still can't believe he is one with the AllSpark now." Doctor's voice cracked in the end of the sentence. He started to slightly shake as he kept pouring his spark out. "Why couldn't he find another way? Why couldn't I stop him? Was it all even worth it, if he won't be able to see Cybertron come back to life?" As he kept going, Ratchet's words became more and more desperate. Now he couldn't stop. All the pain he kept inside was now pouring out, poorly forming into words. Optics started filling up with liquid substance, and before the old bot knew it he started tearing up. This overload with undying love and overwhelming agony consumed Ratchet whole, as he fell into his own longing.

Unexpected yet very warm weight on the shoulder brought doctor back from his delusions. Autobot medic didn't notice how his patient's servo escaped his own and now was sweetly holding him. Ratchet raised his optics at Ultra Magnus. Despite commander not saying anything yet, doctor suddenly understood so much. It almost felt like words were unnecessary. Lieutenant showed everything he desired to say, before actually doing it.

"Doctor," He started, his voice slightly quivered as he did. "He was like.. He was my brother. I loved him so much I was prepared to die for him. He loved me so much he wanted to show me how to live with family. Without you this family wouldn't exist. You showed him something he kept giving the others. Unconditional love and support you provided helped him go through uncountable amount of failures. You did your best..." This moment now fully opened Ultra Magnus. The centuries of war and loneliness were something commander lived with, which made him more distant. Yet he put it all aside for the one he cared about. "You supported him and his cause. Freedom. This was his choice to give us a freedom he never had. I know Optimus good enough to understand how much he desired to see Cybertron, no.. You.. Us obtain the peaceful life. And he'd never let himself stand in the way of this dream. There was no way we could've stop him. So maybe, the best we could do was to give him the best life we could in the surrounding circumstances. You've done this and even more. I could've never ask for a better family you gave for my brother. Thank you."

They both felt something changing. They felt the (metaphorical) weight on their shoulders being shared, thus somehow being lighter. Pain became bittersweet since now it finally made sense. Doctor and his patient could never know what Optimus prime wanted, yet this new founded certainty eased his friends' pain.

"Don't forget your own part. Bet you were the best brother Primus could ever gift Optimus." Ratchet said, slightly smiling.

Suddenly the door opened, and Knock Out entered the room. He didn't try to pretend he didn't hear other bots' dialogue. Quite contrary. The former decepticon had a badly disguised sad face, as he made his way through the med bay, holding a spare servo from storage room. Knock Out's optics were as red as always yet they weren't sadistic or angry like when he was a Decepticon. They expressed this kind of sympathy you can get only from someone who suffered something very similar to you. Red bot gave the spare limb to Ratchet, and placed his own servo on ambulance's shoulder, staying for a few seconds like this. This touch said more than any words could. But this unexpected moment of relatability and closebess ended as suddenly as it happened, and Knock Out made his way out of the med bay. The other two bots' optic followed the doctor on probation, full of surprise.

"Seems like he also lost someone dear to him." Ratchet said, still looking at the closed door.

"We all did."

"Okay, now let me finally change your servo or else we're not gonna leave this place till the next megacycle."

The newfound understanding eased doctor's mind and he did his work really quick. Yet this tenderness was plagued by the akwardness of the situation. A grumpy old doctor and a stoic by the book lieutenant, that both spent a great amount of their lifes on the fields of gruesome war, weren't used to expressing their deepest feelings or reassuring someone. So now they sat there in a complete silence, that sometimes was broken with a weak attempt at a small talk.

After the work was done, Ratchet asked "Now, who does your new servo work?"

Ultra Magnus started moving his fingers. This limb worked way better than the claw one; it definitely wasn't freezing as much for sure. The lieutenant couldn't hide his satisfactory smile.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing." Ratchet replied, returning the smile.

"Before I go, can I ask you and your assistant something?"

"Of course. Know Out, get your pistons back here."

"I'm busy, sweet cheeks. My finish's not gonna buff itself." KO's nonchalant demeanor was back to him and as strong as ever.

"For one nanoclick. And then you can buff anything you want." Ratchet rolled his optics.

Once everyone was in the med bay and done with bickering, Ultra Magnus started.

"Today we all learned something new about each other: directly or indirectly." Magnus made an accent at the last word and stared at KO for a few seconds. The former decepticon looked away for a second, as if expecting some kind of scolding or a punishment (working for Megatron didn't let him learn any different relationship with an authority), but lieutenant just continued. "I have a proposal. Let everything that happened or was said here stay in this med bay. I don't feel like sharing such sentiments with anyone."

"On it. If team prime finds out about it we'll never get out of Bulkhead hugs."

Both bots looked at the last one standing in this room since he hasn't said anything. KO looked back at them, testing their patience, and, after cheely smirking, said "Moi? Je n'ai aucune idée de quoi vous parlez."

"Thank you..?" Unsure of what was said, Magnus decided to be polite. The small confusion and timidity in younger doctor's posture didn't escape old medic's optics.

"Wasn't expecting such respect?" Ratchet decided to mock KO a bit, yet his question didn't lack a genuine curiosity.

"Well, when you've worked with people who didn't appreciate scrap you did, it's quite unusual to get such sweet treatment."

"I couldn't imagine working under Megatron or Starscream." The truck bot grimaced in disgust.

"Sometimes Starscream wasn't such a prick. Rarely." Knock Out scoffed. After a few seconds of hesitation, he dared to ask. "Is Maccadam's Old Oil House still around? If yes, want to drink some wisco together? Maybe even can get the whole Team Prime to join."

"I'll see if I have any weekends off. Wreckers are helping with rebuilding Iacon. I can't let myself rest while they work."

"I wouldn't recommend putting too much pressure on your new servo." Ambulance bot mentioned as if by chance. "And I'm sure Bulkhead and Wheeljack will appreciate this generous offer."

Magnus couldn't argue with that.

"So, what about tomorrow?" Red bot asked.

The other two agreed. Finally everyone went home, sending their friends invitations.

Out of nothing, this day became special.

"Tragedies really do bring bots close, don't they?" Ratchet thought. "Optimus, thank you for this family we've made."

#tfp #transformers #transformers prime #fanfiction #fanfic #ultra magnus #ratchet #knock out #tfp ultra magnus #tfp ratchet #tfp knockout #optiratch #maccadam

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wolf-2099 · 15 days

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🎫 here's a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other self shippers (optional) !

(if you dont wanna do it thats fine too ✌🏾) -gideongrovel

sitting here thinking way too hard abt what to say not because I feel like I have to, but because there is just so much in my brain I could say abt this man

I hate him so much hes so big and loud and it makes me laugh and I smile when I see him and AAAAAAAUGH it was only ever supposed to be a fleeting crush because I thought he was cool in Stampede and. well. to be fair he is cool in Stampede....

i know a lot of ppl like his post timeskip look and he IS cool and handsome and i like how big he is (i think he shouldnt have abs and should be fat so i chose to ignore how oda draws him in that regard) and his prosthetic is cool and hes cool and his big coat is cool but theres also so much charm to how he looked pre timeskip

he looks goofy but also idk to me at least he looks like there has definitely been a 2 year timeskip. the jump from 21 to 23 really is like that sometimes. but also i know its just the old art style making him look goofy, but no hes still goofy as hell but endearing to me cuz they reanimated sabaody stuff for wano

this is turning into a character analysis because if i have genuine emotions im gonna hurl um.

he sucks. i like him i guess but also i hate him

#🧲 all this effort to make it look effortless

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musubiki · 9 months

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btw idk if someone already asked this but do they say ily right away??? do they hook hook up right away??? i need the deets

YOU KNOW THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULD HAVE SOLID ALREADY BUT I DONT YET!!!!! i DO know that lime definitely wouldnt let a large amount of time pass between when they hook up and when he tells her hes in love with her (in either order it happens on the same night. now way hes gonna be regularly sleeping with her and still be like "but what if she doesnt like me...")

at least the version in my head i have right now, they dont get together until the post-game (after the main storyline)!! after the witch king is defeated and everything is FINALLY, for the first time since mochi became a witch, quiet and normal. (im putting the rest under a read more bc its a bit long, its just me rambling about what happens) ->

i think he would tell her during the little dinner celebration they have after the witch king is defeated. everyone is there, the witches and their guilds and sulluvan and even the merchant takes a night off to party with them (strange). mochi is outside with pom, pom probably scolding her again on "this is the way you shouldve handled the fight so all that bad stuff wouldnt have happened. you shouldve been more resourceful as a witch blah blah blah--" and lime has to come rescue mochi from poms scoldings. grabs the cat by the neck and gives her to coco (coco likes snuggling pom against her will. shes the friend that grabs cats and forces them into hugs while the cat struggles and meows)

so he stays out there with her for a bit (alone 👀), chatting about nothing. eventually he asks "So now what?" since they always had something going on. and mochi says "Now...we can finally just. rest. run the shop and help people where we can. normal witch stuff." and starts rambling about how theyll still do commissions and fun adventures and travel around and stuff but for the most part, everything will be normal and theres nothing they cant handle anymore. and after shes finally done talking lime just goes "...will you go out with me?"

(the woman was too stunned to speak meme). its a mix of emotions cuz theres a 5% chance hes joking but the look on his face is so serious. and its also not a total surprise given their very blurred line relationship but it still stuns her to hear him say it.

and in VERY tcwg fashion, of course somehow gets interrupted before she can answer him. coco or sulluvan or SOMEONE starts yelling from the house "HEY THE CATERING GUY IS HERE AND NEEDS MOCHIS SIGNATURE AND OSCARS ALREADY TRYING TO EAT YOU NEED TO HANDLE THIS ASAP!!!" and lime is ready to kill somebody. the rest of the night mochi cant get a second alone with him and every time they make eye contact across the table they both get flustered.

the next day lime probably had to report in or something and mochis groaning to coco about "Noooo i didnt even get to respond what if he hates me!!!" and lime stressing over "Was I too forward...? No way right..??" (hes not overly stressed. at that point hes decided to just be dedicated to being unapologetically in love with her. he has a PRETTY good idea that shed say yeah but in the off chance shes like "nooo" then he decided to love her anyway and just be there for her)

so as soon as he comes home mochi is like "Hey!! Lime!! so uh!! I just remembered I need to go hunting for ingredients in (insert remote getaway she has access to)!! I was wondering if you wanna!! Come with me!!" the whole time red-faced and fidgeting with her braid. lime, bag in hand goes "I'm ready. Lets go now." (pom is like "mmm adventures yum" and mochis like "ahah....just lime." and forces her to stay there)

when they get there (via mochis magic doorway portals), and lime sets his stuff down, and mochi is there stammering and red in the face trying to get her words out, mumbling like "Lime! Uh! About yesterday!! I wanted to!! Um!! Well!! I wanna--//"

and before she can even get proper words out, he grabs her by her waist, pushes her against the counter and kisses her. its one of those deep, passionate, hands-all-over-her kisses. and when he breaks away from her, he nuzzles her hair and presses his forehead to hers and tells her he loves her. he tells her EVERYTHING. how he thinks about her day and night, he misses her when he has to leave, he loves her laugh and her smile and the softness of her touch and the feeling of her warmth on him, and he loves the tone of her voice and the way she cares and does little things for him, and every time he looks at her it makes his whole day. and he tells her how just knowing her has made him a better person and he wouldnt be anything without her. and how hed love her no matter what or no matter how long or no matter if this is something she wants or not, hed love her anyway.

he gives her little kisses between each thing he tells her, and by the end of it shes crying (getting back to the thing i was talking about a few asks ago). she hugs him tightly around his neck with her tears dripping on his uniform and tells him shes loved him her whole life and was always terrified to tell him because she didnt want him to leave and she knows how he generally was with other girls who have crushes on him. as soon as lime hears the "I've loved you my whole life" thing though, his response is "WHAT?! THAT LONG?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!!" and feels a tinge of being pissed off that he couldve had her this WHOLE TIME, to which she responds "I WAS SCARED!!"

and he smirks at her and says "God, you really are literally a scaredy-cat." and shes still crying lowkey so just leans forward into his chest and muffles out a "Shut up you jerk." and he just stares at her for a bit, stroking her hair and planting little kisses on her head, and asks "...do you really love me?" because hes still in disbelief and this doesnt feel real, to which she reminds him that she (as a witch) will always always always love him and never stop loving him for the rest of her life.

so lime kisses her again. and again., and starts escalating it because god knows now that he has the green light there is NOTHING stopping him from having her. probably lifts her up and carries her into the bedroom to have his way with her

(funny tidbit though-- they were originally gonna stay there for like a week because lime wants her all to himself for a while to get all the s*xual frustration out of his system. he thought once he finally gets to be with her then he would have a better grip on how much he wants her, but in fact it makes it worse. so they end up staying there for like 2-3 weeks and even then they had to be forced to come back because oscar was tired of running the shop by himself and they were fucking up the business)

#anyway. enjoy the read if you wanna read the whole thing #this is one version!! so not set in stone #bpp #text #lore #there could very well be a version where they hook up first if lime at some point is pushed too far and breaks #either way the two events are very closely correlated so if one happens the other will also happen #the last paragraph is why theyre not allowed to be together until after everything is handled because lime would need her far too often

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Aaaaaa I love your writing sm!!! Can I perhaps request Atsushi and Dazai with a shy s/o who is normally always soft spoken and is troubled by it because people constantly asks them to repeat what they said all the time since they’re.. so quiet and they get pretty embarrassed about it. And the s/o hating the fact that they’re shy and can’t help it, thank you! Please don’t push yourself and stay healthy. ∑d(°∀°d)

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Dazai, Atsushi X Gn!reader

Genre:Humor,Fluff,SFW

Format:Headcanons

Warnings:None

Word Count:0.6K

A/n:awww you're so sweet! Tysm baby T^T my heart literally melts when I receive compliments like this

Tbh I try to be soft spoken cause I speak kinda fast and sometimes even pronounce the words wrong and get embarrassed about it, so I hear ya (in the opposite way lol)

Sorry this took soooooo long, and not proofread

↬Osamu Dazai

ok.we all know that this man is a huge tease

But I would be too cruel to tease you over something like this. I mean c'mon!

He knows how insecure you are about it, so he'll be extra patient with you. Never interrupts you, and always waits for you to finish your sentence.

If he fails to hear you, he'll ask you to repeat your words but in his own way.

"I'm sorry darling, can you repeat yourself? I was too fascinated by your gorgeous, flawless face that I couldn't pay attention to your words"

Still embarrasses you but at least for a different reason lol

When he sees you saying how lame and embarrassing your tune is he simply chuckles and pulls you into a tight hug

"You're over thinking it baby" "Really? So you don't hate it when you always have to come near me just to be able to hear what I'm saying?" "Um...No?"

I mean, how can he hate it when he gets an excuse to be close to his beloved s/o all the time, especially in public?

He finds your tune so calming that he asks you to sing for him

He thinks you'll be a popular singer like Billie Eilish lol

↬Atsushi Nakajima

This sweet baby

Its kinda funny embarrassing with him

He almost never hears you correctly, but he hates to embarrase you so he just answers you by luck

And we all know how unlucky this poor boy is

One time after having the dinner made by you, you were both sitting on the couch when you suddenly remembered something

"Babe, did you take out the trash?" "Yes, it was really delicious honey, thank you"

Damn lmao

You were frightened, but then you thought that maybe It's an animal thing lol

After that night, once Atsushi told you that he felt hungry. You smiled, planted a small kiss on his cheeks and told him "Dont worry baby, theres some trash in the trashcan"

He was like "Wha- "

When you finally find out that he couldnt hear you clearly because of how soft spoken you were, you had an emotional break down I mean, its not his fault, but you were kinda hoping for him to hear you well cuz you know... animal's ears are sharp,right...?

Anyway it was embarrassing

Atsushi was comforting you, hugging you and telling you its ok and its not your fault and theres nothing to worry about

You'll get it tho, I mean how can you not when you have someone as caring and sweet as him by yourside?

He hates it when other people interrupt you. Wants to tell them to shut up and let you finish what you were saying, but he wont cause he knows being in the spotlight nakes you uncomfortable Hes to thoughtful omg T^T

Reblogs are appreciated! :D

#atsushi headcanons #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #nakajima atsushi #atsushi x reader #bsd headcanons #Atsushi fluff #atsushi fluff #dazai fluff #dazai headcanons #dazai bungou stray dogs #Atsushi imagines #dazai imagines

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cookies-over-yonder · 4 months

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Sorry to crawl in here but dude. Loaded up your fics bc I've been meaning to read some and wow. WOW. I'VE NEVER BEEN SO HORRIFICALLY SAD AND THEN GIDDY SO FAST?? absolutely in love with I Just Want You For My Own + i don't know how to say this, 'cause you're really my dearest friend, but Accommodate and Masked Weakling also had me punching the wall /pos /lh

How's it feel to write peak? /lh

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HI DAJOSAJAKADNSF. I THINK I SAW YOU COMMENT ON ONE OF MY FICS TOO AND AJSLAKSKQKSKADKS. HI.HI . fun fact i actually really admire you and your art so i am extremely flustered right now HXUCUDOFIUUVOCV

LITERALLY DON'T EVEN APOLOGIZE FOR CRAWLING INTO MY INBOX I LOVE WHWN PEOPLE TALK TO ME ESPWCIALLY ABOUT MY FICS...

literally i dont know how to say this cuz ur rlly my dearest friend is like. still one of my faves of all time its the fic that kinda made everyone notice me jn th fandom JAJAHAHAJSBAHAHABAGA AND RHE FIC THAT CONVERTED MORE PEOPLE TO SWIFTLI WOOHOOOO. also for the xmas fic YEAH. I LOVE. MAKING TAYLOR CATCH ON FIRE FROM INTENSE EMOTIONS HDKDLAKLAJSAJSHAJS!!!!!!!

accommodate was very much extrwmely self indulgent as myself who is disabled cuz i think taylor deserves help with things !!!!!! and idk i just like. nonsexual intimacy like helping people put on clothes and such

masked weakling was also because i. i love taylor and erica. it's my secret rarepair....

also. i have like. 52 dndads fics now??? on ao3??? and i've also taken up nearly half of the swiftli tag on ao3 as a whole . whoa .

ANYWAYS UM THANK YOU SO MUCH ????

YOU HTINK I WRITE PEAK ?$)02938933!)1)1$;_0&03!&)$0&0#)#9#0')$+9:9:9$)'

#kind words #AAUWOAKWOAPEIAWOAHEIAJEGWJRBWVJAOSHBEIANDWVJEKSRVEJ

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books-with-shriya · 3 months

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Book Reads and TBR for February 💗!!

Hey Guys!! Sorry for literally being absent for like forever...but I'm back, and I swear that I'm going to try to be more consistent now! Anyway, I wanted to share the books I've read in the past couple of months and my tbr for February!!

My Reads:

The Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros: Surprisingly, I read a lot of my tbr and this book was one of the books on it! I know there were mixed reviews and some people really hated it, but I goddamn loved it! Literally, this book was to die for. Ngl the first two or three chapters are a bit slow but it gets soo much better after so its completely worth it. Also can we just take a second for this immaculate enemies to lovers..absolute perfection. Also the amount of times I had to put down the book after the male mc said something and literally squealed....anyways I would rate it a 4.5/5 stars :)))

Foul Heart Hunstman by Chloe Gong: LOVED!!! I fell in love with the first book, also I just love all of Chloe Gong's writing, just absolute masterpieces. And I knew as soon as the second book came out that I was gonna love it just as much, and I did! The plot was beautifully executed, the characters are just so well written, AND we get some new but old characters !!! I just loved every second of this book and it just made me so happy to finish this series. 5/5 stars

Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen: This was one of the first memoirs that I've read, and for it being the first one this was actually pretty good. It was a pretty short read, and it was still interesting. Overall just a good story and it feels nice to read something that's not fiction in a while. I really loved reading about the main character's experiences in this book, I would rate it a 4/5 stars for a memoir.

Powerless by Lauren Roberts: OOOH, I loved this book sooo much!! Another great enemies to lovers!!! This book had Hunger Games and like Red Queen esq vibes to it but I was completely fine since I completely adore both of those series, the plot was so well written, the characters were also interesting and so were the side characters. The trope was also executed so well, and it made me so happy to see well-written enemies to lovers !! Can you tell I've been in an enemies to lovers trope vibe lately reading-wise?? Loved it, and would rate it a 4.5/5, and I'm excited for the second book !!

Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls: Another memoir!! This one was actually better than the first one I read for me. I felt like I enjoyed the storyline of this a lot more. This storyline was very interesting and it really changed my perspective about some things in general, also a reality check :). Overall, I really just loved this book and I finished it in two nights cuz I was just so invested!! 4.5/5 for my second memoir!

The Way I Am Now by Amber Smith: OMG THIS BOOK ACTUALLY MADE ME SO HAPPY!! Ifykyk, The Way I Used to Be is an absolute rollercoaster and made me an emotional wreck. But this sequel healed all those cracks that the first book made. I was so happy to see Eden finally get what she deserved and just her happy and actually living in the longest time...don't wanna spoil anything.. Overall this book just made me so happy and I finished it in a day cuz I just couldn't wait to see how it ended!! 5/5 cuz it holds a special place in my heart <3

One of Us is Back by Karen McManus: UM...ya ngl this book was not it.. Don't get me wrong, I loved the first two books like the plot and characters were amazing, and the mystery aspect was good too, and when I heard that a third book was being released, I was like YAY cuz I loved the series. But this book was just so underwhelming. It took me like 4 days to finish cuz I was dragging myself through the book almost. I just didn't really like the plot, there were some good twists but it was just meh. I feel like the series would have just been better without this book, but that's just my opinion. 🤷‍♀️ I would rate it a 2.5/5.

MY TBR FOR FEBRUARY !!!

The Hurricane Wars by Thea Guanzon: Ya this is still on my tbr.. prob has been for a solid three months, but I finally out a hold on it in my public library so yayyy. Still, Im very excited to read this book and I just can't wait!

Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros: Yall already know I was gonna put this on by Tbr after reading Fourth Wing 😭😭! I just have no words..I can't wait to get my hands on this stupid book, like I'm so excited!!! I just know I'm gonna love it based on my interaction with the first book and I'm also invested for the next 3 books after cuz apparently its a 5 book series..and might become a TV show!! But also idk if its even gonna pan out, cuz Ive been waiting for that Red Queen tv show for a fat minute now..

Fate Breaker by Victoria Aveyard: My literal queen has finally published the last book in her trilogy of Realm Breaker and damn am I excited!! I own all of her books so Im excited to finally add this one to my collection and also can we just take a minute for how stunning her covers always our..love the royalty of it. Im just really really excited for this book and I already know Im gonna love it!!

Anyways guys that's it for now, sorry this was a long one but I did wanna put a lot of stuff out for the months that I missed!! I swear I'm gonna try to stay consistent so hopefully, y'all see me later this week or early next week!! 💗💗

~Shriya :)

#the fourth wing #rebecca yarros #foul heart huntsman #chloe gong #victoria aveyard #realm breaker #karen mcmanus #the way i used to be #powerless #lauren roberts #thea guanzon #the hurricane wars

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i-bring-crack · 7 months

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Okay um so the brainrot of the past few days is:

Haein who has regressed or seen the world bring about its destruction quote a lot of times (I'd say 100 for the 100 floors of the demon castle to be a representation of each rewind) and on the 99th rewind to take her bet with Antares and destroy the Rulers once and for all. Haein gives him her body as a vessel and Antares offers to give her power in exchange. And since humans aren't really the problem for teither of them, Antares agrees that humanity will be set free.

However what neither of them expected was that the possession had made them exchange memories and little by little had almost mixed their souls into one. With Haein seeing the past of the Monarch of Destruction and how he came to be that because he was forced to do so. Someone was forced to be the dark and AB never let him have any room for love and emotions. His creator made sure to turn him evil and for the darkness that he was born with to infect him completely. Whereas Antares gets to see the regressions and from the start a girl who has lost everything she loves and has no reason to survive except to escape the torment she has been put through.

In a way they both reflect each other's lives of never finding a single happiness or being able to maintain that because everyone is out to get them. They too, start to see as the Rulers and AB in a worse light because they have not only been the one to make them suffer but they've dragged on that suffering. (Haein has beef with them due to her realizing that all they done was give them powers before raiding their land and yet they call themselves protectors. Her hatred also extends to dead AB when she learns he only wanted to have fun and created the beasts to enjoy the massacre. If anything she starts having a newfound respect for the beasts she has killed so many times since both of them too are stuck to be nothing but bloodthirsty beasts when she has seen through a young Antares that they can and wished to at some point to be more than just killers. As for Antares having inferred the emotions and feelings that had been taken away from him long ago, starts having an overwhelming amount of them as he realizes what it is to loose someone again. He gets to feel—and he like absolutely hates it but can't do nothing about it— what it is like to grow up, to fall in love, to see that love die in front of you time and time and time again, what is is to see new and old people you know just be destroyed, new things and old forgotten and incinerated like it never mattered. He doesn't feel remose of his action but laughter that at the end of this war the only one who enjoys this win is no one else but a dead god. )

Once the 100th timeline is in order, Antares tweaks the deal a bit, he will still possess her body but it won't be until much later when Haein has gotten strong enough to maintain the small percentage of his power, just enough until he is fully reformed and ready to fight the Rulers who have the Cup of Reincarnation.

Unfortunately, Haein has met again a person whom she once loved, and is now in the front line of the enemy's side.

The Shadow Monarch Sung Jin-Woo.

And now this is the fun part. To Haein, Jinwoo is a companion, a partner, one who she loves unconditionally for all the timelines they have been through. To Antares, Ashborn was someone he trusted and wanted keep by his side forever, someone that had kept him from fully succumbing to the darkness he was born from but in the end was betrayed by him for the family that killed him. To the Destruction Monarch, The Shadow Monarch is and will always be the Greatest Fragment of Brilliant Light his enemy, someone made to kill him and someone to put an end to everything around them.

*See my vision please cuz now it becomes a reverse story of somehow the only thing that is keeping the new shadow Monarch from loosing all emotions and succumb to his own power is the literal darkness itself that has known very well what it is to be in the deepest parts of hell and has survived, and has been pushed by that past Shadow Monarch —*

*I've also planned to make Haein have a more Light based astethic. If anything she looks more like a pheonix than a being of darkness as a way to contrast how the greatest fragment is the darknest one*

#solo leveling #cha hae in #sl antares

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bita-bita · 6 months

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As I said, my doctors are panicking abt my medical test results. And I'm still in the process of having more tests done.

Um.. so last night I was really depressed cuz my doc literally said I might die ://// idk if he meant it FOR REAL or if he just wanted to make sure I know it's a serious case and I should keep getting checked just to make sure it's nothing. Ok Idk, my body feels alright tbh, I'm really surprised they're suddenly saying that sort of stuff- ANYWAY.

What I wanted to say is that I believe anything that happens is connected to our inner feelings and thoughts. Like.. idk, illnesses can be a sign of oppressed emotions, jealousy or long-term anxiety, holding a grudge, envy or fears and stuff like that. Um, so when I was faced with this situation, I tried to find a lesson in it. And sometimes "bad things" that happen can actually help push us in the direction we desire.

For example, I'm a very anxious person. I have anxiety. And I'm hard on myself in the sense that I think I'm responsible about how I make ppl feel. (And yes that's true to a certain degree, I shouldn't go around kicking ppl. But do I need to overthink my every word and tone and action to the point of being extremely anxious? Do I have to hold such a high standard when it comes to every move I make?) I KNOW it's not good. It bothers me. It feels bad. But it was never bad enough to make me wanna make a serious change, yk? It's easier to just.. let it be and have the same familiar thoughts and feelings.

And so, the importance of the situation made me FORCE MYSELF to take some time and direct my thoughts in a way that I intended, not just some default patterns that cause me anxiety. Not to go with the familiar flow.

Cuz if I keep being the same person, having the same thoughts and feelings, doing the same things, how can I create something different? How can I expect to be a better, healthier, happier Bita?

I actually thought about it, cuz I was forced to! And I'm glad I was. Cuz otherwise I probably wouldn't have. and I realized, well I am gonna die someday, whether now or years from now, really doesn't make a difference, but thinking about the possibility of it all coming to an end, made me realize I don't want to live a life filled with worry and anxiety. I noticed I have goals and dreams. There are things I wanna experience, as Bita, in this time space reality. I know it doesn't end, and I know my experience of existence isn't limited to 100 years in Bita's human body. but still, there are things I wanna do AS Bita. And so I've decided nothing is worth getting mad at, and nothing is worth worrying over or getting anxious about. It's not worth it, not if it's going to cause distress to my lovely body. It's serving me well, it's doing its best, how can I put so much stress on it? How can I be so hateful towards it? How can I not be gentle and appreciative with it? It deserves all the love! It connects me to the physical realm! It lets me taste delicious food that's only possible in this amazing physical world! It helps me breathe, it pumps blood and life through my vains, and it moves me around the world, to beautiful places! Yeah nonphysical is cool and all, and yeah, I'd love to go back there and get the answers to my many questions, but.. but this world is soooo cool too! It's limited in a sense, yes. Things take fucking long to get created here, yesss. BUT CAKE! I WANNA EAT CAKE! You can't grab a piece of cake and bite into it in the nonphysical, you can't tasteeee the sweet taste on your tongue, it's not a concentrated feeling, it's great yeah but it's vague and it's... it's not physical!! I realized I LIKE physical! I still want to be physical! I'm not done with this world yet! And more importantly, I refuse to go out with an illness!!! I want a cool way of going *wooosh* back to nonphysical!

I mean if it's nothing and I'll keep living, I'd like to live a better life here for now! And if I'm to die, then I'd like to die with a good feeling, not like a miserable saddd person :/

Surely I still feel anxiety about the situation, and other things. but that's just a pattern that's familiar to me. it will take some time to change, but if I hold onto this feeling, this memory, this awakening, I'll eventually grow out of this habbit.

Mom is complaining abt something I did? Not worth getting upset about.

My friend did something I didn't like? Why get mad when I can keep my heart open and see people as.. just people. they are trying too, they have challenges too, not everyone wants to harm me, not everyone has ill intentions. I should love, for my sake. Not because they deserve it or don't.

I am my responsibility. I'm willing to let go, to forgive, to trust, to love, because of myself. Because it feels good to ME. It feels better than hating and criticizing.

To put it simply, I'm gonna chill out y'all!!! Everything has a solution. Everything can be fixed or replaced. Life is not a big deal. It's really not.

Pt. 2

#talk talk #cw: illness #cw: death #tw: death #tw: illness #law of attraction #spirituality #or whatever you wanna call it #just tagging to find it later if I need

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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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Ok....IRL update here we go.

So um- I've been reading a couple of manhwas and some are..a little old I mean people stopped reading those a long time ago or maybe I'm mistaken but either way I think its been at least a little while since people talked about....Ennead by Mojito. (it's an example and I think I have some plans for this one specifically cause the others are not something I could make writings about.) also- did I spell manhwa right ? idk if I did-

This will contain spoilers so those who do not know this manga I'm going to tell you that many of its content can be highly triggering to many people. Minors DNI or I will hack you system/jk but seriously do not, I don't wanna be responsible for any emotional scars.

!!SPOILERS OF ENNEAD BELOW THE CUT!!

Now this is mostly gonna be related to the reblog I made earlier regarding Seth. And the events that come after happen towards the end so bare with me, I'm quite new to the fandom and despite this fact I still wanna rant about smt that has been bugging me for a while.

Seth is...a very much broken character and I feel like he should be at peace...without Horus NOW WAIT BEFORE YOU START SPOUTING HATE AT ME-

Horus didn't intend to r*pe Seth but did in the end, Seth was actually planning on doing so but I'm a little more disturbed about smt else. I can't manage to see him as someone who is 'good'. Everything he does reminds me of Osiris and it grosses me out, I don't get the feel of 'loving actions' from Horus at all and he doesn't look sorry either.

It feels like he’s forcing his love onto set just like osiris did, with just less r*pe involved. I guess, to me, horus isn’t making up to his mistake enough. I think he could still be more gentle but Seth won't really allow that will he ? Ik he's also to blame for a lot of things but....SOMEONE LEAVE MY BABY ALONE-

He deserves to be at peace with a good friend or even his son, I want a happy ending (not that the other one wasn't happy, it just didn't correspond to me at all). i honestly just want the story to end with seth not being with any of them, just seth and some well deserved peace cuz this shit is getting tiring not of them are good choices for seth when it comes to relationships.

Thank you for listening.

#ennead #ennead seth #ennead horus #horus #seth #seth ennead #ennead manhwa #rant #Ladyorchidia

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danses-with-dogmeat · 7 months

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Day 5 -- Eulogy Jones

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 5 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Collaring with Eulogy Jones x Clover

OKAY, so big disclaimer on this one, um... Yeah, Eulogy is a fucking awful person and I support literally nothing that he does or says in this game and in this writing here. Alright, now that that's established, this was actually super interesting to write, given that it's between him and Clover, rather than him and the reader/Lone/protagonist. It was also fun to write a little bit from both their perspectives and sort of explore the... pretty darn screwed up relationship they hint to having in-game.

But yeah, absolutely check out the TWs, cuz y'know... Eulogy is canonically a slaveowner/slaver and is awful and that's just his whole ass character. 🤷‍♀️

SPOILERS for the writing: there is a good-ish ending though, so it's not all awful, I promise.

Here is the link to the Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included and TWs: Collaring, very dubious consent (Clover wants it, but she's also a slave, so...), slavery, sexual slavery, manipulation, toxic relationships, Eulogy being the worst, oral sex/blow jobs, deepthroating/face fuck, a wee bit of two-sided violence/a physical struggle.

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“Aw, don’t pout like that, babygirl, come on.”

Eulogy could feel the way Clover’s breaths shook beneath the hand he had resting on her shoulder.

“Let’s make this last night memorable, hm? Before you get to go off and belong to some lucky new guy.”

His fingers dragged down one strap of her sheer little dress, the one they’d shown her off in when they introduced her to her potential buyer, per the man’s request. The stranger seemed nice enough– well, rich enough, and he’d been polite through the process, which was more than Eulogy could say for the many slave buyers he’s come across in his time at Paradise Falls.

Clover could stand to devote herself to the new owner, of that he was certain, she would just need a bit of… convincing. Maybe a gentle reminder, of sorts.

“Don’t need someone new!” She whipped around to face him, and Eulogy’s hand slipped from her skin. “Why're you giving me up, huh? Don’t you… don’t you like me?”

Eulogy tutted at her sympathetically, bringing his hand back up to caress her wet cheek.

“Of course, Clove, what’s not to love about you?”

Already, she perked up at that, especially when he followed his words with that rare smile he had her convinced he'd reserved specifically for her.

“Nah, baby, it’s just… He’ll be good for ya. Wild and free girl like yourself shouldn’t be cooped up here. He can give you adventure. He can be everything you need, that, I’m sure of. So long as you’re good to him too." Eulogy's hand gave her face a little attention-getting pat. "You will be good to your new owner, won’t you?”

Her lower lips still looked pouty, her eyes still a bit distant, like she wasn’t letting his words soak in.

“Won’t you?” Eulogy prompted her, as his hand tightened its grip, a bit more painfully this time.

“I guess," Clover relented, "B-but I don’t see, master, sir, why you won’t–”

“Shhh.” Both his hands reached out to pull her in close, forcing her head beneath his chin, his arms around her shoulders, while one hand stroked over her hair.

“You remember your rule, Clover?” Eulogy whispered now. Not a soft, affectionate thing, not a way to soothe her or soften the blow of his rejection of her. It was cold, like the metal around her neck, like the air when the sun went down, like the frigid floor tiles she would rest upon on a night where she’d made a mistake.

She only sniffled in his grasp, surely trying to quickly pull her emotions in, to steady herself, before Eulogy would have to do it for her.

“When I ask you a question, babygirl, you…”

If his voice was cold a moment ago, now it was dangerous. Pointed and glinting like a poised knife about to dig deep into someone’s skin.

“I know, sir, I know. I answer.”

His embrace grew constricting then, squeezing her shoulders like cruel iron clamps, until Clover’s arms might’ve popped out of their own sockets.

“And I do! I remember the rule. I know I should say ‘yes,’ that I should be 'good for him.' I should listen to you. Always, I know… It’s just hard.”

Eulogy’s pressure on her let up for a moment, as her arms wrapped about him with a similar intensity, keeping his body anchored to hers-- and with more affection than he could ever muster, she was sure.

“Just hard thinkin’ that I won’t be with you anymore.”

“Mm, I know. You’ve grown real attached to me, and baby… it’s been fun, don’t think I’m giving you away for free now. You’re my prize girl, after all.”

“R-really?”

Another sniffle left her, and Eulogy's hand gave a firm, definitive stroke over the top of her head, like he was rewarding a beast of burden rather than comforting a person he might care for.

“Oh yeah, baby. No one can compare.”

“I knew it.” She whispered out, and felt Eulogy chuckle against her. It was a good sound, one she would try and hold onto, to commit to memory so she’d always have it, even when she was with her new… owner.

Who could own me but Eulogy, though? No one’s come close to being able to handle me like he has. None have appreciated me the way he has.

She felt close to tearing up again, as Eulogy ran his hands over her back in long, soothing circles, sensual in nature, but no less comforting in her eyes, in her blindly loyal heart.

He coulda had anyone here. Any slave he wanted, just say the word, and they’re his. He chose me to be around him all the time, though.

That's gotta be special, right?

“And what do you say, huh?" His voice was just that tinge deeper now, hinting to what she already knew he was thinking, from the moment he sat down beside her on the bed. "What about one last night between us.”

It wasn’t a question. It never was.

With her though, with his prize girl, Eulogy didn’t have to ask in order for her to do anything he pleased.

Before Clover could voice a word, his stroking hands were tugging the straps of her dress down, until the loose fabric fell from her shoulders and chest completely and into a silken pile of fabric in her lap.

“One last night.” Clover said quietly, like a breath. Like one she savored as though flavored with Nuka Cherry and the sweetest liqueur.

“Atta girl.”

With that, Eulogy adhered to their usual tradition, he released her from his grasp, opting to lay back on the giant, plush mattress with his head back on a soft pillow, propped up to watch Clover as she put her passion into motion.

Starting off with a strip tease of sorts, she stood at the foot of the bed, her hands loosely gripping the folded fabric of her dress, letting it drape over hips, but go no lower. She shimmied her chest a bit for him, in a way that noticeably sent warmth flowing straight to the base of Eulogy’s cock. Her hips swayed as if to a slow, undulating rhythm as she lidded her eyes at him, smiling with those vibrant lips, fixing him with that dark, sultry gaze.

Like practiced clockwork, he felt himself grow hard for her almost instantaneously.

“Permission?” Clover asked, batting those long eyelashes and sweetening her voice until it sounded like a soothing music note.

“How could I deny you?” Eulogy threw another grin at her, one he knew would melt her heart.

He would miss playing her this way, like playing chess with a wild dog. His strategy versus her usual… unpredictability, and yet… somehow, he always seemed to win out. Even wild dogs, if shown a structured life, a meaningful life with an owner that was firm, that inspired undying loyalty and respect, that rewarded them and disciplined them in equal parts, with the proper severity that the situations called for, then they could become docile. Trainable, and predictable enough that he could even-- on special occasions-- trust them.

That was his Clover. The wildcard no one wanted to be dealt, and he took her into his hand and made a full fucking house. Won the lot with her.

That was why he was running the damn place.

A smug look stayed etched in his expression as Clover released the dress from her hands, and let it billow to the floor. Once bare, and with his permission granted, she climbed up onto the mattress and right between his partially-spread legs.

Her dark gaze stayed on him, as Clover ran her hands over his silk button-up, undoing the fastenings with well-practiced fingers as he looked on, committing to memory the way her body moved with her actions, savoring her lithe form, her toned arms and stomach, her small, but oh-so-sweet little breasts.

He wasn’t lying when he said he’d miss her. Clover’s body would be in his mind and dreams for years to come, he was sure. Her personality though… That would stay firmly in his nightmares.

It really was cruel, to put such an unruly mind, an unstable and dangerous personality in a physical form this desirable. Though, in a way, he supposed that was the girl’s saving grace. It’s what interested him in the first place, the gorgeous little spitfire that he wanted to make his, and now… Now that’s how her new owner came about.

A man with too much money, taking one look at this fine piece of ass in a near-nude dress that was hardly short enough to cover the pretty curls between her legs, and thinking… 'I want her to be mine.' Maybe it would be the death of him, what with Clover’s clear affinity for mayhem, and for Eulogy and not this stranger, but who knows? With time, she could obsess over someone new, she could grow to love her new owner the way she did him, or, it would end differently…

No matter how it went though, it’s not really his problem anymore, is it?

That shit was a good feeling.

Almost as good too, was the way her hands were running over his bare chest, pushing the opened shirt from his shoulders and tossing it off the bed before her lips competed for most covered ground. She kissed over his pecs, letting her warm, wet lips draw lines of fire across his sensitive nipples, down the center of his chest until she reached his naval, and then to the hem of his dress pants.

Eulogy sat pretty as she worked, gleefully absorbing her worship of him, the way her mouth sang praises to his body through its touch, the way her hands grazed over that quickly-forming bulge in his pants before eagerly working to undo them.

“Definitely gonna miss you, Clove.” Eulogy groaned as she released the pressure from his aching erection, pulling down his dress pants and underwear all at once with her long, fervent fingers.

She paused though, at the sound of his words, her eyes fixing blankly to his stomach while her hands hovered over the fabric of his pants, where they remained hardly halfway down his thighs.

“Don’t stop now, baby. We’re just getting to the good part.” Eulogy said quickly.

He knew that look, that dissociative stare, that thin frown that meant she was about to do something… well, unpredictable. It was that look that ruled her when jealousy took its firm hold, that look just before she’d kill the one in front of her, that look before she’d throw all caution to the wind and destroy anything in her vicinity.

He’d only managed to talk her down from that look a few times, and given their closeness just now… Yeah, he hoped this would be one of those times.

“Won’t you love on me, Clove? For tonight, it's just us, okay? Just you and me.” His hand brushed her hair away, sweeping the strands from where they hung over her face, just before lightly grasping the swell of one cheek, cradling her face in his hold.

“We can pretend it’ll always be this way…”

With that, his hand tightened its hold, and Eulogy pulled her up to face him. Her fogged-over eyes met his, finally, and Eulogy almost sighed as familiarly and fondness shone through her gaze.

“We can.” Clover echoed, her voice quiet, soft, and then she took the bait and leaned in the last little bit.

Eulogy poured every ounce of feeling that he could into her, kissing her lips like he was trying to devour them whole, pulling her into that reality where she could stay with him forever, where they could do this every night, where nothing existed but them.

No new owner, no other slaves for him to give his attention to, no distractions from his work, no jealousy from Clover, no reason for it.

It was a nice thought for him, sure, but to keep a leash on Clover… It was a necessary picture to paint.

Once she began to reciprocate with a familiar kind of fervor, that’s when Eulogy pulled away.

Keep her wanting. Thinking how much she wants me, and those violent, accusatory musings of hers perhaps can be safely kept at bay.

“What do you say, my sweet clover flower? Will you love me, like the day you pledged yourself to me?”

Her eyes glistened as she looked to him, a distinct certainty to her action as she nodded, and Eulogy very nearly let his smugness show through.

If there’s one thing I know about my Clover, it’s that I’m her weakness.

His gaze remained on her as she slunk down the mattress, her movements smooth and lithe after so much practice, and settled herself between his legs. She drew them open wider, lovingly running her slightly calloused, manicured hands over the insides of his thighs until he complied. Doing just as she knew Eulogy liked, Clover kept her hands to her sides and her gaze firmly locked to his as she took the head of his straining cock into her warm, inviting mouth.

Eulogy’s half-smile stayed plastered to his face, even as his dark brows creased together in his pleasure, as Clover began the sensual movements of her expert lips and tongue over his erection. His slave looked so divine with her plush lips wrapped around him, her cheeks hollowed, eyes hazy with her own burning need for him, for his approval and affection.

It only made her more desirable.

Crazy? Yes, but still, to Eulogy, no one could ever match Clover’s utter devotion to him, her worship of him like he was her creator because really, after so many years of belonging to him, of learning from his guidance, she really was his own, the product of his practices, his training, his wants, his life.

Eulogy would miss her, maybe that bit was true, but it was her rash devotion to him, her ardent praise and complete focus on his pleasure, his attention over every other priority that exists in life– that, he knew he’d never find again.

Alas, it made his job too difficult to devote himself only to one slave. Hell, if he wanted to be chained to any man or woman, he’d want that shit to– You know what? No. He wouldn’t want that. It wasn’t the way Eulogy Jones was meant to live his lavish lifestyle.

Besides, who would train the finest slaves for the job, if not himself?

The delicate process deserved attention no other slaver was willing to give, it requires precision, unshakeable discipline and more patience than he’s seen in any of his slavers.

No, with Eulogy, there was a possibility they’d come out this nice. Sure, Clover’s background had helped a bit, and she still had her... quirks, but he did loads of work on her, and without him? She’d never be this glorious specimen of a girl.

Her devotion, he body, her mastery of the art of the tongue, of attraction, of pleasure incarnate... It wouldn't exist without him. She'd be nothing without him. Nothing but the nerves, the jealousy, the grimy, willful, half-starved girl she'd come to him as.

Now though, now Clover's well-practiced tongue stroked like an artist’s brush over the length of him, caressing his every vein, pressing masterfully into those sensitive points that she’d memorized in her thousand or so times she’d fallen to her knees before him. Her focus was on him completely, her will broken to obey his whim, no matter what it cost her.

She was a proper slave, and a part of him felt pride that another might know his mastery over her, that another could now appreciate the work he's put in, once she devoted herself to the new man.

Eulogy couldn’t hold back his groan, couldn’t keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as Clover bobbed up and down, forward and back, sucking and licking and drooling until his cock became her whole entire world.

His taste, that familiar mustiness that made her mouth water, his smell, of faint cologne and cigarette smoke– plus that distinct manliness that she’d once thought bitter and distasteful, that now she savored with every deep, vulgar swipe of her tongue; the sight of him though, the sounds he made in response to her loving efforts, Eulogy knew that’s what Clover craved most of all.

Her pleading eyes told him, as hungry for his expression as her lips were for his cock. The way she shuddered too, at his every breath, every groan or sigh. No matter the sounds he uttered, goosebumps always rose upon her skin just after they left his lips.

She was easy to read, easy to manipulate, easy to toy with and to punish when he pleased.

But easy is becoming… tiresome.

Eulogy knew this would be the change he needed, and Clover, well… It didn’t really matter what happened to her now. She was a completed task, a checked box that was sitting at the top of the page, just waiting for him to turn to a new one.

It was time.

One of Eulogy’s idle hands rose to the back of Clover’s head, grasping at the short strands of hair and tugging her downwards gruffly, until the head of his cock was stopped by the pressure of the tight collar cradling her neck. Clover grunted, her eyes watering as he jammed himself as far into her throat as could be managed, but she made no move at all to stop him. No, more than that, she encouraged his roughness with another swipe of her tongue, reaching close to the very base of his length as her throat struggled to force him down further, further than the steel around her neck would ever feasibly allow.

It made him hum with satisfaction, the way her face grew red with a lack of oxygen and an abundance of frustration, how she always tried so hard for him.

And looked damn fine doing it.

He felt near to exploding down her throat, with the way the walls of her esophagus squeezed him, the way tears now streamed down her cheeks; the hot, wet feeling of being far enough inside to halt her breathing.

The bliss was washing over him in waves, causing his hips to buck, his cock to swell further, his balls to suck up tighter to his body in preparation, and–

Then Clover stopped.

Oh, he could discipline the ever-loving hell out of her for pulling away from him as suddenly and desperately as she did.

“Master, please–” She choked out, her vocal chords scraping against each other like nails on sandpaper after the recent abuse to her throat.

“Better have a good fucking reason for stopping.” Eulogy growled in that cold-as-steel voice that made her insides churn with fear and self-loathing.

“I'm sorry, master, so sorry I pulled away, I didn't want to!" Her shining bottom lip quivered as her eyes flew to anywhere but him, shame written all across her expression as if with a dark-inked pen. "B-but, I wanted to ask a favor of you."

Now!? She’s doing this now… Fuck, maybe I won’t miss the bitch.

He didn’t bother giving her any more of a go-ahead than his impatient look. His cock twitched visibly with want, seeming to agree with his mind’s frustration.

“What if… just for now, just for our last wonderful night together, you… took the collar off?”

Instantly, Eulogy’s expression soured further, and Clover raced to try and remedy his obvious displeasure.

Her hands stroked soothingly over his thighs, her cute little lip pouted and her wet eyes shone with earnest desire.

“Please, master! J-just so I can take you how you deserve! That’s all I want, my love, my Eulogy, my world.” She was on the verge of sobbing now, and Eulogy felt his eyes beginning to roll with annoyance.

“Clove, babe, that’s not how I roll. How any of this rolls, you know this. I really have to remind you on your last day not to speak out of turn? Come on.” His head shook, and he felt the panic radiating off of her, felt the way her hands trembled where they clung to his skin.

“Please, master, I’m begging you, I want–” She sniffed as a tear fell down her face, “I want all of you, my love, my life, I want as much of you as I can take tonight, and I want it everywhere. To remember you-- how you feel in me, always. I need it, or I’ll– I might just–”

“Okay, fucking hell, alright. I’ll take the damn thing off, but Clover," A hand grasped tightly to that tender place between her neck and shoulder, "You try anything, and we’ll stop this night in its tracks.”

Clover perked up instantly as he gave way, nodding enthusiastically to every word he uttered.

“You listening, slave? Anything at all and I’ll tie you to that column over there and fuck every other slave in Paradise Falls with your eyes held open with pins, you hear me? You wanna see that?”

“No, no, master, love, I’d never disobey you. Not now, not tonight. I couldn’t.”

Eulogy hummed in approval. He actually believed her, strange as it was. Clover wouldn’t sour their last night together. Not when he was her everything, as she often put it.

With that, both his hands reached upwards, easily finding the little keypad hidden in the– seemingly immovable– metal creases of her deadly collar, and expertly, he entered in his code. He’d never used it before now, and knew, he'd never use it again.

It was only good once, and then it had to be changed. He designed them that way himself so that, if the codes were ever entered wrong-- perhaps by another slave who'd managed to see the number entered in-- the collars would do what they did best, and blow it’s wearer to bits... Or shock them to unconsciousness, depending on the value of the slave.

It was an ingenious system, and yet… He was risking its failure for– for what? For Clover to keep sucking his cock? For her to deepthroat him barely an inch further?

He could’ve maybe just loosened the damn thing, but…

Fuck, it was too late for even that.

As soon as the telltale click of the collar sounded in her ears, Clover was moving. Her haste was damn-near inhuman as she wrenched away from Eulogy's firm grasp, one hand automatically reaching downwards, clawing at the over-sensitive skin of his erect cock, whilst the other swiftly pinned him down into the mattress by his throat.

Not even a scream could leave him, as Eulogy’s windpipe was all but crushed beneath the forceful weight of the collar holding him down. His vision blurred, his body writhed, and immense, spine-numbing pain erupted from his most vulnerable place as Clover attacked with a ferocity that rivaled her recently uninhibited devotion.

“I couldn’t.” She growled, her voice like the shriek of a feral ghoul, “I couldn’t let you leave me, couldn’t be owned again, goddammit. Not by you? Not by anyone.”

Their bodies writhed on the mattress, its springs creaking and protesting below as they wrestled for dominance. Limbs were flying, fingernails clawing, his hands were reaching for anything he could grasp at– her throat, her eyes, her nipples, anything that could cause enough pain to let him win the upper hand, but Clover’s hate was greater. Her savage, desperate violence turned her inhuman, infused her expression with a deathclaw's natural animosity, as she snarled and hissed and cursed Eulogy to hell and back, until finally, her fingers managed to clasp the metal of the collar firmly around his neck.

And they both heard it click into place.

Eulogy froze then, knowing she’d just as soon blow them both to a hell worse than this one, at any more sign of struggle.

What the fuck have I done?

He hardly had time to think. Sweat was pouring from his body in rivers, his veins were bulging out of his skin, his breath heaving laboriously as she stayed straddled overtop him, a wild, reckless gleam to her eyes that screamed hatred that he never imagined could be directed at him.

“C-Clove, babe--”

“Shut your goddamn mouth, slave." She snarled the words from between her teeth like a savage beast, "Shut it and fucking listen to me. For once in your awful, horrendous, fucking despicable life, you’re going to listen to what someone else has to say, you hear me?”

Eulogy’s eyes screamed malice and disbelief, but as the collar’s foreboding beep told him the combination had changed, as he felt it automatically fit to the thickness of his neck, as he felt the cold, cruel, imprisoning discomfort of the heavy thing settle into his very being, he shut his mouth, and did as Clover said.

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