#it fascinates me to get inside his head so deeply even if there are parts which make me slightly uncomfortable

[chososlilprincess]

okay last LAST part of Virgin!Choso…part 4<3 (i will probably do scenarios w Choso as a virgin in the future tho but this is the end of this lil series) other parts here: part 1. part 2. part 3.

alright….rly hope u guys like it!!<33

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Virgin Choso, who wakes up in the morning, blinking his eyes, trying to get used to the sunlight coming in through the blinds.

You’re laying on his chest, your arms hugging him close, breathing softly. You’d fallen asleep quickly last night, fucked out from him eating you out. He smiles at the memory of you kissing him, and how you’d said yes to being his perfect little girlfriend. He starts rubbing your back, kissing your forehead softly before moving you, he’d needed to go to the bathroom for 30 minutes now, holding it in because he didnt want to wake you, he wanted to stay with you on his chest forever.

When he leaves his bathroom he stands in his boxers and a white t-shirt outside of his bedroom, he needs a cigarette, and he wants to let his princess sleep.

He goes to his balcony and pulls out a cig from the pack, putting it between his lips and lighting it. He’s really happy he realizes, and his heart is at ease, even though it’s still burning up from how much he loves the girl sleeping in his bed.

A minute later he hears the door to his bedroom open, and the pats of your feet on the floor, walking to him. You wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face into his back.

Fuck. calm yourself Choso.

“come back to bed please,” you tell him in a small voice, hugging him closer.

His heart clenches, “of course,” he says, he could never deny you anything, And he takes your hand as you lead him back to his bed.

“Wanna show you how much i like you,” you say as you place urself in his lap, straddling him on his bed. You feel him twitching in his boxers. And when he looks at you again, his eyes are full of desperation.

“been wanting you,” he breathes out “so much and i…” he pulls you closer by your waist, wrapping his arms around you. “i touched myself…every night, thinking about your pretty face and…” he’s embarrassed to admit it and his cheeks flush.

“it’s okay…i did it too choso..” you say softly and caress his cheek.

you touched yourself thinking about him. fuck that did it for him.

“wanna be inside you…please i,” he buries his face in your neck, bucking his hips and you feel how hard he is. You’re driving him insane, sitting on his lap so pretty, with only your top and panties on. He wants to show you he’s yours, he wants you to tell him youre his.

“shhh i want you too…” you tell him and he nods,

You kiss him then, giving him little pecks around his mouth. And when you put your hand on his cock, he whines and grinds himself into you.

“wanna touch it…can i?” you say innocently and trace a finger up his cock, all the way to the tip. He whimpers, “please,” and rubs his head on your cheek.

As soon as you get his consent you put your hand down his boxers, pulling out his dick. Its so pretty. Long and thick, the tip leaking and red. And you eye the happy trail from his groin all the way to his belly button.

“look…my hand almost doesn’t fit around it…so big…” you say fascinated, studying his dick. He groans deeply, holding onto your waist. “baby i…” he’ll cum if you say shit like that, while looking so perfect on top of him.

You stroke him once slowly and he kisses you again, groaning into your mouth. it feels so good, so much better than when he’s doing it himself. He bucks up into your hand, fucking himself into it. He’s panting softly, and when you pull away his eyes are half lidded, he looks fucked out already.

“cant wait anymore please fuck,” he almost looks like hes gonna cry, looking down at your hand stroking him, “let me be inside you princess please,” he begs.

You take your hand away from his dick, and he sobs at the lack of contact. “tell me,” you say, and he knows what you mean.

“loved you ever since you smiled at me for the first time, i think about you…f-fuck i think about you all the time,” his face turns into one full of affection, “ive never done this before,” He says, and doesnt tell you that not only is he a Virgin, but he also had no clue about sex before Yuji told him. Back then something in his human heart wanted you so bad, and now all of him does.

“ive never felt this before,” he sniffles, “fuck please princess i can’t take it anymore,” he’s shaking now, trembling from his desire.

“shhh…take your clothes off,” you tell him and he obeys you, pulling off his t-shirt to reveal his toned chest, his body full of scars. He pulls off his boxers and you pull off your panties.

“lay down,”

He gets on the bed, And you admire him for a moment. He’s completely naked, big chest and strong arms on full display. His hard cock leaking and stiff on his stomach.

When you get on top of him he mewls in anticipation. You put your hands on his chest, placing your pussy on his length.

He grabs your thighs tightly as he groans. Youre so wet, all for him. It makes his heart swell with pride.

You grab him and place him to your wet hole, putting his tip inside. And hes so big, your little pussy struggling to take even just his tip. You whine out and he stops you before you can sink down on him more. hes breathing heavily, cheeks a light pink, “dont wanna hurt you…” he breathes out.

“i…i can take it, just…give me a minute,” you say and bite your lip tightly. And youre so fucking adorable, how youre struggling to take his big cock, but you want to make him happy so bad, wanna have him inside you so bad.

When you finally sink down fully on him, you both moan in unison. And Choso groans at the way he can see himself poking through your tummy.

You look at him, silently asking for permission to keep going, he nods eagerly. You lift your hips and start fucking yourself on him slowly, letting out the prettiest sounds hes ever heard, It feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so wet and warm. He loves this, he loves you. He whimpers and cries while you bounce on him, moving his hands to your waist.

“you’re so handsome Choso,” you say it softly to him, clenching down on his length. You think hes handsome.

Choso looses his mind.

“fuck baby i’m sorry,” He grabs your hips and flip you over so that you’re laying on your back underneath him, he slides into you again, “need to…fuck i need you,” he whines and he ruts into you fast and desperate.

You’re moaning so pretty now. he keeps going.

“mine…mine mine mine mine,” he breathes.

You look up at him with your pretty big eyes, letting out the cutest sound hes ever heard. And with that he reaches his high.

“fuck i love you i love you i love you,” he repeats it over and over as he fills you up with his hot cum, trembling and crying from how good he feels, while you cum around him too from the feeling of him finishing inside you.

He passes out on top of you, breathing heavily, careful not to crush you under him. You reach up and stroke his hair, calming him as he comes down from his high. He nuzzles his cheek into you, kissing you softly as he pulls out of you with a whimper.

He lays down next to you and cradle you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“i love being your boyfriend,” he says,

and you laugh, your body vibrating against him.

he looks at you with a smile, “what? whats funny?”

you stop to look at him again, “nothing,” you crawl on top of him then, laying flat on his chest, folding your arms and putting your head on your hands.

“fuck youre pretty,” he breathes, and you kiss him softly.

“And youre handsome…or maybe i shouldnt say that because you might go beast mode again,” you grin at him,

“shut up…” he mumbles, and you laugh even harder. “its okay…i liked it,” you say,

“say that youre mine,” you look at him and his face is serious,

“im yours Choso…”

You both fall asleep to the sound of eachothers heartbeat.

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YIPPIEEE!! yeah i made reader say he went “beast mode” sue me. i was giggling bru😭😭 (she said it ironically dont worry)

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[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part Six

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six: *Smut/NSFW*

I'd been on my knees for what felt like hours. 

With only the carpet beneath me, my legs tired from holding the same position for so long. Under his unrelenting gaze, his pale blue eyes locked on me with a cruel fascination. His face was cool, the dim light of the fireplace. He'd been torturing me for hours. In various positions and in various locations around our bedroom. He was playing with me and enjoying every second of it. Every second that he brought me closer to the edge, without letting me fully come undone. Every second of my breathless moans only confirmed how strong his hold is over me. Over every emotion and feeling. The way he worshiped my body all without letting me fully let go was the most glorious torture I'd ever endured. 

"Aw, is my princess getting tired?"

Colby rasps, his eyes never leaving me once as I kneeled before him. I was tired, tired of the endless torture. Tired of the touches that led to nothing. The moans that weren't enough to have him give me what I desperately needed. I was tired of just wanting him inside of me. I don't respond verbally, I only nod looking up at him with a pout. A look that causes him to chuckle darkly as he guides his hands to my hair. At first his touch is light, ghosting along my scalp, but after a few seconds he knots his fingers in my hair. An aggressive move that makes me want to fall apart under his touch. He's naked in front of me, my lips perfectly aligned with his hardened member. My eyes can't help but look at him, hunger evident on my face. A hunger that he sees immediately. 

"Why don't you be a good girl and suck me off?"  

I force my eyes up to his, my gaze clouded as I hope that he isn't only going to tease this time. That this is going to lead to the end of our prolonged foreplay. I didn't mean to be so needy, but I'd gotten so used to being able to bat my eyes at Colby and get what I wanted in the bedroom, that this felt like forever in the making. Perhaps I'd gotten too spoiled in our time together. Perhaps a bit of patience would be beneficial for me. Without a second of hesitation I guide my mouth to him. My lips wrapping around his cock as I take him in as deeply as I can manage. My tongue licks up the length of him slowly. Teasingly slow, my own little revenge for him playing with me like this all evening. A groan passes his lips when I do this, a sound that comes from deep within him. I keep my eyes locked on his as I lick the tip of his cock, precum on my tongue. This look earns a tighter hold on my hair, the pain only makes me want him more. At times like these, I realized how much I've changed since marrying Colby. The person I was six months ago wouldn't have dared to look at him like I am right now. Not with my lips wrapped around him. He smirks down at me, giving my head a light pat of affection, as if he's read my mind. 

Colby liked that I was more comfortable with him now. He enjoyed spending actual time with me, outside of forced pictures and PR events. Even though the PR events were going to become more frequent now that his family deemed it time for us to be at the forefront of the company. Or at least that's what his parents wanted to meet about tonight. We were supposed to be throwing a small dinner party for the four of us, an intimate affair that I would rather not attend. I hadn't spoken to his family once since we got married. I didn't feel like I was allowed to. 

The feeling of Colby's cock hitting the back of my throat brought me back to the present, as he started to fuck my mouth. He feels so good that I can feel myself getting wetter by the second. A few heated groans pass by his lips as he thrusts forward. I use my tongue to bring him closer and closer to a release. The coaxing of my tongue is too much for him to handle as he wastes no time releasing inside of my mouth once he can no longer handle it. For a moment I sit there and swallow every drop he sends into my mouth. His eyes darkened as he watched me take every drop without a second thought. Our chests rise and fall in quick succession after he finishes twitching inside of me. The moment he's done he pulls out of my mouth and kneels down onto my level. His lips are parted, his jaw tight as he studies me, his face mere inches from mine. 

"You're going to be the death of me."

His voice is lower than it has ever been. A sound that would've made my knees give out if I hadn't already been on the floor. Without wasting a single second he pulls his lips to mine, a deep kiss that practically takes the breath out of me. He leans me down onto the carpet, my back carefully resting along its soft surface. He deepens the kiss as his body straddles mine. His hands on either side of my body, his lips earning a moan from me. I hear him chuckle against me, his lips unrelenting as his chest pulls to mine, flush skin on skin. Suddenly the tortured foreplay is all worth it. Even more worth it once I feel his cock push inside of me. The sensation of his body, finally making me feel fulfilled. I moan again once more when he does this, his lips breaking from mine. He stares down at me as he thrusts, his black hair hanging in his face as he watches me. His smirk grows when he sees how my face reflects the sheer bliss that I'm feeling, thrusting a little deeper. There was something deeply satisfying about the way that he liked to watch how good he made me feel. To know that he cared about my satisfaction as much as his own. 

He leans down, his lips sucking on my right nipple as he continues to thrust into me. The sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the room. My head feels like it's spinning as he does this. The insane amount of bliss washing over me. I can feel my bundle of nerves building in the pit of my stomach, the same feeling he'd been causing me to feel for hours. The same feeling he'd teased me with, without allowing me a moment of release. A part of me wonders if he will stop me from cumming, hold me to the edge as he had been, but I can tell by the way that he thrusts inside of me deeper that he fully intends to finally let me have a release. 

"You've been so good tonight... so good for me. Letting me play with you like this has had to have been hard on you..."

He speaks tenderly, his lips moving from my breast to my neck. His tongue grazed over my collarbone. 

"...But now I want to feel you. I want to feel you cum all over my cock. You think you can do that baby?"

His words, the offer to let me finally get what I've been craving is almost enough to make me come undone right at that very moment. But he stills his actions when I don't reply, his eyes moving to mine.

"Use your words, darling."

There's a commanding tone when he speaks. A tone that tells me if I want to get my way, I have to listen to him first. His eyebrows raise in expectance, clearly amused that he seemed to fuck my ability to speak right out of me. A hum is all I can manage for a moment. A single hum before I breathe in deeply and force myself to speak. 

"Yes, I can do that, Colbs."

He nods, the smirk never leaving his face as he starts up his movements once more. Thrusting deeply without apology as he finally gives me what I've wanted since we started this over an hour and a half before. When I finally come undone, my body is instantly overwhelmed by how good it feels. My head is still spinning and my chest is still heaving up and down as he places his lips to mine. This time he's softer when he kisses me, as his cock twitches inside of me once more. He looks at me sweetly once he pulls out of me, his lips moving to my forehead this time. 

"I love you."

It comes out in a breath, his body laying next to mine on the carpet. I smile to myself and roll onto my side, to face him. 

"I love you too."

The truth was, laying here in front of the fireplace, his eyes on mine, it was everything. He was everything to me and I was unsure of how I could've ever thought of a time where he wasn't. This was my person and I could feel it deep within my heart. Without thinking I reach my hand out to trace the tattoo on his chest, the heart I'd come to know quite well over the last six months. Under the light touch of my fingertips, he smiles as if I'm tickling him. 

"I don't want this to end. I want to lay like this for the rest of the night."

He sounds sad when he says this because he knows that we can't stay like this for the rest of the night. His parents would be here soon, to meet with the both of us. To tell us what they wanted us to do next. They dictated what we did and when we did it, that's how it had been for the last six months. It was probably going to be worse now that we were 'out of our honeymoon' phase. They wanted us to be forward facing figures for their company, their estate that neither of us could get away from. I give him a sad smile and move my hand to his face, cupping it. He was so handsome, so beautiful and I loved him more than I could ever have anticipated. I breathe a sigh and shrug my shoulders.

"I want that too, but we both know that we can't get out of this. Maybe it will go quickly. Maybe we will have fun." 

I lean in to kiss him tenderly on the lips before I force myself to sit up. Looking at the clock on the wall I'm met by a sense of dread. There was 30 minutes before they would be here. Thirty minutes to get ready for whatever we'd have to face next. I glance over at my husband and I can tell by the look on his face that he's noticed we don't have much time left as well. 

"Alright, I have to make myself presentable for your parents. You know, I haven't spoken to either of them for more than a second, before our wedding. And I haven't spoken to them since."

Colby sits up next to me, his eyes sympathetic. He knew I'd been dreading this dinner since they brought it up to Colby. I wasn't ready to face them and I didn't know if I would ever be ready to face them. They threatened my father's life. And while I'm glad I married Colby now, it was a struggle for us to get to this point. There'd been a lot of pain and confusion because of the deal I'd made with them. My father lived as long as I played my part. I can tell Colby wants to say something else, but Sam's voice interrupts us from the other side of our bedroom door. 

"I know you're both not ready yet, so this is your one reminder to get ready. If I have to tell you again I'm coming in and dressing you myself."

The thought of Sam dressing me made me laugh. Kris and Celina might not be here to dress me tonight, but I was sure they would lose their minds if they found out I'd been styled by Sam. I stand up from the floor, and pull Colby up to join me. 

"I can dress myself Sam!"

Colby shouts through the door, earning a laugh from his friend. I smile at Colby and decide to head towards the closet. I hear him start to sort through his dresser for his clothes as I walk through our bathroom to our adjoined closet. Kris had laid out a dress for me with clear expectations of what my hair should look like for the night. My eyes study the navy blue dress she'd left out for me and I can't help but smile. On the dress was a note from Colby 'I bought this just for you’'. His handwriting is scrawled across the piece of paper, taped to the hanger. On the floor were a pair of black flats and for a moment I felt slightly content. I would just have to get through this night and then it would be over.

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My hands fiddled with the long side braid I'd styled for myself. My red nails catch the light when I glance down to make sure everything is in place. I never realized how fidgety I got when I was nervous, but now I almost couldn't stand how much I couldn't stay still. I stood in our dining room, eyes on the archway of the entrance. Colby had gone to fetch his parents from the front door and I was feeling more sick to my stomach with each passing moment. Sam was already sitting at the table, his arms resting on the table while he stared at his phone screen with intense focus. I didn't realize he would be joining the dinner with us, but I was thankful that he was. Even with him in his own world, I felt much safer and more at ease for what was going to happen next. I move my hands to the gold locket that had been laid out with my clothing upstairs and fumble with the gold chain, my breathing uneven. 

"It's going to be okay Emilia..."

Sam whispers, his eyes moving from his screen to me.

"...Drink some wine and let them do all the talking. You'll get through this." 

I nod and smile slightly, but any reassurance that I have leaves my body the moment I hear the sound of voices approaching us. I know that it's technically my family coming to meet us, but I feel more alone than ever. Especially as they round the corner and enter my line of vision. Mr. and Mrs. Brock stand tightly together, following behind Colby. They both look serious as they survey the house, but Colby's mother smiles when she sees Sam.

"Oh my darling boy."

She practically sings the words as Sam stands from his seat, bashful as he allows her to pull him in for a hug. She kisses the side of his head and holds him tightly. It's a nice moment to behold, but when I look at Colby I feel bad. He looks at his mom hugging Sam and he looks sad. As if his own mother didn't love him as much as she loved Sam. I move my eyes to the tiled floor, and clasp my hands together, my eyes catching my wedding ring for a moment. 

"Well, don't you look beautiful!"

My eyes move back up from the tile and find my mother in law who seemed to have silently moved from Sam to me without me noticing. She pulls my hands into hers before pulling me into a hug, giving me the same kiss on the side of my head that she'd given Sam. I'm not entirely sure how to handle this, I hadn't expected this reaction from her. Not when she'd never even shown her face at our family events. I knew she and Mr. Brock were there, but we didn't speak.

"Thank you. That's very kind of you to say."

I smile at her when she pulls back to look at me. Mrs. Brock was a beautiful woman with a kind face. A face that didn't reflect the awful things that she did behind the scenes. A face that could've fooled me if I hadn't already known who she really was. She smiles and glances over at her husband who moves towards the two of us. Mr. Brock hugs me too, all without saying a word and it feels awkward. These two people had threatened me and now they were hugging me, like they hadn't forced me to marry their son. Like they hadn't taken my entire life before this away from me. Like I wasn't currently dressed up like a doll because they wanted me to fit into a certain mold they crafted. When Mr. Brock pulls back to look at me, Colby interrupts. 

"Let's sit, dinner is ready."

Colby moves towards me, taking the head of the rectangular table. He gestures for me to sit on his right, between him and Sam so I don't have to sit next to my in-laws. Mr. Brock sits at the other end of the table, his wife on the other side of him, directly across from Sam. None of us speak as our kitchen staff bring out our food, the same staff that had been here since I moved in six months ago. No one else says anything to them as they place our food and wine down, but when I say a quiet 'thank you' it causes Mr. Brock to laugh. 

"Sweetheart, they're paid to do a job. There's no need to thank them."

He says this before taking a sip of his wine. His wife was equally amused. I have to remind myself not to make a face when he says that, to not look disgusted by his words. I always said thank you. They might work for us but kindness is important and treating everyone with respect was the way I'd been raised. I catch Colby's face out of the corner of my eye. He looks cold and detached. He just wants this to be over with and I can tell. 

"So why are you here?"

Colby asks, not caring if he seems nice or not. I reach out to grab my wine glass and take a sip. It was going to be a long dinner if this was how he planned to run things. It's Mrs. Brock's turn to laugh, eyeing her son with cruelty. 

"We want to increase your PR appearances. We also wanted to discuss when you're planning on getting pregnant."

She turns her attention to me with the latter part of the sentence. I nearly choke on my wine when I realize that she's serious. This was the last thing I wanted to talk about with them. 

"I'm still on birth control Ma'am. It's an IUD. I wasn't sure when we were going to be expected to have children."

I speak carefully, my voice quiet as I look over at Colby. His face is still cold, but the way his hand reaches out to hold my own tells me that I'm not alone in this. I didn't want to have children right now. We were just getting to know each other. We were still navigating all of this new life that we weren't fully comfortable with.

"Well, you'll have to get off of it my dear. The media loves a good love story, but they go absolutely insane over babies. Especially if you start up your charity events, there won't be a camera around that doesn't go crazy trying to get a picture of your baby bump. Imagine what it would mean for the family. Having a new heir to the company would make Colby look like a properly reformed man. Starting a new life with his wife and baby. Our sales, our brand, and our company will benefit greatly from a pregnancy."

I feel sick when she says this. Utterly nauseous at the notion of using our baby for profit. I knew that's what they'd want, Colby had told me as much on our wedding night, but to hear them speak about it so callously was another thing entirely. Hearing her talk about their future grandchild like that was horrifying. Colby gives my hand a squeeze and speaks for me.

"Emilia and I want to be married for a few years before we have children. We want to enjoy our time together and create a name for ourselves within the company before bringing a child into the mix. Emilia has already started working on different charities she wants to represent and I think she needs to focus on that right now. We need to rebrand for a while before having children. Otherwise it looks suspicious, like we're trying to reinvent ourselves."

He speaks evenly, his voice focused while he responds for me. I'm thankful that he does it for me, because I suddenly feel like I might cry if I speak. His mother looks from me to her son. She smiles cruelly.

"That's interesting, you were singing a different tune at your wedding..."

She pauses looking between the both of us. Her gaze heated.

"...But I guess that's because you think you're in love with her."

Her words are like venom and they only make me feel worse. I didn't care about what she was implying because I could tell that everything she said was an attempt to hurt her son. Every look she gave him, every breath she breathed was to get at him. She looks at me with pity.

"It's not that you're not lovely. You are, but Cole isn't a good person. He ruins everything he touches..."

I feel Colby stiffen beside me, at the sound of a name I hadn't known was his. He glares at his mother, storms brewing in his eyes with each passing second. 

"... Did he ever tell you that we adopted Sam when he and Cole were children? Did he ever tell you that we wanted Sam to take over for the company, but because he wasn't a Brock by blood we weren't allowed to?"

She asks me this, but her eyes are strictly focused on Colby's. 

"That's enough mom."

Colby states through clenched teeth, his hand moving from mine as he stands from the table. But Mrs. Brock doesn't listen, she keeps going.

"It should be Sam who is running this company. It should be Sam who's the next in line. He never would've gotten caught like you did. Wouldn't have threatened to expose our family secrets because he got drunk one night and blabbed to a whore at the bar. He wouldn't have threatened to destroy everything our family has spent the last 150 years building to get to this point."

At this, Sam stands up and gives his adopted mother a look. A look that begs her to stop this and surprisingly she does. I look between the two men standing at the table and feel my anxiety heighten. Nothing she said changed the way I felt about Colby. Instead they brought me a new appreciation for why he was the way that he was. It didn't excuse him or his attitude, but it did make sense. I look at Colby who slowly sits back down, his body still tense. Sam sits down a second later. I swallow hard and look at my mother in-law.

"Mrs. Brock, Please know that we will do everything you ask of us. Right now we're just trying to find our feet together. To perfect our relationship so it's believable to the public. We will have children, but right now I think it's best to be relatable to the public. Everyone loves a redemption story."

I speak so softly that Colby's eyes water, as if the  kindness in my voice is breaking him down. Mrs. Brock looks at me with a faint smile, seeming to enjoy my response on some level. Maybe it was my willingness to play along. I couldn't be sure, but I knew I didn't like the way that she looked at me. She shoots her husband a look that tells him she's ready to leave, a look he responds by downing the rest of his wine. When they go to stand, Sam is the one who makes the move to escort them out. As he seemed to sense how drained Colby was from the entire interaction. Mr. and Mrs. Brock don't look at their biological son again as I stand to give them a goodbye hug. They don't say another word to him, even though they take the time to tell me goodbye. 

Colby doesn't say another word until his parents are gone. When Sam has taken them far away from the dining room. Once they are gone though, I hear him cry. I hear a faint sob escape him and when I turn to face him I can't help but cry too. Sitting next to me was a broken man, a man who'd spent years with these parents who seemed to love anyone more than him and it broke my heart. I walk to him as he pulls out his chair from the table. His hands find my body as he guides me onto his lap. My body faces him as his tear soaked face hides in the crook of my neck. I'd never seen Colby cry before today, but hearing him now it felt like years worth of sadness had finally spilled over. I hold onto him for dear life, as if the tighter I hold him will somehow absorb the pain he's feeling. As if I could take it all away. We sit like that in silence for several minutes before he dares to address me. 

“I’m so glad you’re here with me.”

His voice is shaky and he sniffles as I pull his face out of the crook of my neck, our eyes finding each other. His body is shaking from the argument, as if his muscles are unaware that the threat had left. 

“I’m always going to be here with you. No matter what your parents say.” 

A feeble nod is all he can give me as I wrap him in an embrace. Letting him continue to cry and let out any emotion that he’d locked away. I hold onto him and ride out this storm because I know there are going to be others. With whatever his family had planned for us, I knew that there would be more nights like this on the horizon. But I was going to be here for every one of those nights. I was going to hold him through it all because Colby Brock was my life now and I was going to do everything I could to prove that to him.

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[castleofcuntdracula]

She saw me... she really saw me.

Renfield anniversary week, prompt 5: favourite ship. Sorry, but these two have my heart.

I'm fascinated with the idea of these two. They're fucked up in opposite directions, but are initially drawn to each other for the same reasons. They each see strength in the other that they envy.

Rebecca's strength of will, her ability to stand firm and sass a guy with a gun to her head- that's something Robert admires deeply; so too, in this scene, does she admire his willingness to put his life on the line without personal stakes like hers.

I really do think he's among the first few people she feels comfortable trusting, after her dad. She speaks to him with a vulnerability we don't see with 90% of the other characters. I couldn't really get the without you that starts off this line, because of how the sub track is set up, but it's pretty emblematic of this to me.

Rebecca lives a life where having rock-solid walls up is vital. Any vulnerability she shows is an opportunity for the corruption she's fighting against to chew her up and spit her out, and that's another reason why her and Robert work well together- they respect each other, in a way that neither gets anywhere else in their lives. They can see each other. And they like what they see.

Robert listens to her, in a way that quite literally nobody else in the film does, not even Kate- compare and contrast his response to her venting vs Kate's when Teddy Lobo is let go again.

The value of just having someone look you in the eye and say, for the first time, that must be awful. I don't think Rebecca has, herself, that freedom of emotion or ability to express affection- the same walls that protect her from the outside world are up inside her head.

It's why I like to HC them as falls first (Robert), falls harder (Rebecca), and part of why I think they work SO MUCH BETTER for not being canon on the final draft- by the end of the runtime, neither is quite ready to be normal about letting someone get close- but I feel like they will be soon. And when they are, they'll be perfect for each other.

P.S: It's also important to me that Robert can talk back to her- she isn't entirely unlike his last partner, imo, he has something of a type (dominance)- but he's able to snark back at her. He's not scared of her.

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A friendly rivalry

Synopsis: ace and deuce always get on each other's throats, and it pisses you off. So, how about helping them get along?

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!gn!reader, sub!Ace, sub!Deuce, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blowjob, rimming, riding, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, ace x deuce, inexperienced ace and deuce, ace tries to be bratty, polyamorous relationship is implied, yet the characters never had sex with each other

a/n: the characters are aged-up and depicted as 18+. I was supposed to post it much earlier but got caught up in looking for a job, so you could read it as a prequel to nsfw part of this!

You've told them many times, you've tried every method that exists - Ace and Deuce just can't stop bickering and fighting. Sure, it might be some friendly fights, but after you've stopped them from beating each other up for the third time in a day, it kinda started pissing you off.

You needed a break, you wanted Ace and Deuce to, at least for today, be like normal people. That's how the three of you ended up in your room, enveloped in dim lights, as the two before you sat on your bed nervously. None of them knew what you were planning, but when you told them you wanted to "play a bit" their eyes lit up.

It's fascinating how different they are: Ace gets bratty easily, and just as easily he can be tamed with just some touches and dirty talk; Deuce obeys every command and thrives off of being your good boy, however he can talk back on some occasions, Ace is a bad influence.

"Why are you sitting there? Didn't you wanna play?" Ace looks at you, confused as to why you settled in a chair across the bed. Deuce gives him a brief glance, but immediately averts all his attention back to you. You see how both of them await your move like good puppies, it's a shame they don't have tails, otherwise they'll be wagging right now.

"Yes, I did. But i came up with another idea, and since both of you really got on my nerves today, i think I'll just watch. No touching from my side, you'll pleasure each other for me, won't you?" Their eyes widen, as if you've just done something horrifying. Well you did, according to them.

"No! Ew, don't even think about it!" You roll your eyes at Ace's dramatic response, Spade was silent, clearly debating whether or not it was worth it. But he knew he was wrong in fighting with Trappola so much, so a former delinquent sighed deeply. "Okay," you hum in approval of his answer.

"What the hell, dude? I don't wanna fuck you!" Deuce shrugged his shoulders, "Then I will fuck you, doesn't matter to me." Ace opened and closed his mouth, a light blush dusted his cheeks as he never imagined he'd find his classmate saying this hot. A red-head looks away from the boy next to him, too embarrassed by his own thoughts.

"Deuce, be a dear and kiss Ace," Blue-nette nods obediently, grabbing the boy in question by the chin, before slamming their lips together. You tsk, "Gently, Deuce. It's not a battle, it's an intimate moment." You guide him with your words, and Deuce shyly follows your instructions, as he, now gently, kisses Ace.

"Ace, open your mouth," he refuses, sending you a death glare, and you tell Deuce to force Trappola's jaw open. Spade slips his tongue inside the other's mouth and places his hand on the back of Ace's head, playing with his messy hair. "Good boy, Deuce, now suck on Ace's tongue," he hesitates, but does it nonetheless.

Ace grunts, right hand gripping Spade's shirt, the left one sitting on the blue-nette's thigh. You observes his reactions, and quickly enough Trappola starts moaning in a passionate kiss and wraps his hands around Deuce's neck. Might the latter be that good of a kisser, you wonder.

"Enough. Take off your clothes for me," they break a kiss, panting heavily, undressing each other with shaky hands. Once they're fully naked, you tell Deuce to lay on the bed and command Ace to get on top of him, but upsidedown so his crotch would be above Spade's face.

Trappola does as told, but quickly gets too embarrassed for his own good. Deuce's dick was right in front of his face, a smell of musk filling his nostrils. Deuce was slightly above average length, on the thicker side, and Ace felt his own cock grow harder.

"Good boys. C'mon, Ace, give it a taste. You're looking at it like it's some lollipop!" A ginger bit his lip, darting his eyes from your face to Spade's erection. He hesitantly wraps his hand around Deuce's shaft and begins stroking it.

A blue-nette gasps when Trappola licks a long stripe along his cock, moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum. Ace takes the tip in his mouth, sucking on it, and Deuce bucks his hips up, making a red-head gag. "Now, Deuce, eat him out."

"Wh– I'm not sure..." You coo at him, "I'll guide you, baby," you tell Deuce what to do, and he gets to work, licking at Ace's rim. The boy on top lets a dick out of his mouth, throwing his head up, looking back at where Spade is. A former delinquent laps at his dorm mate's hole, teasingly slipping the tip of his tongue in.

"F-Fuck! Deu-ce! Where the fuck did you learn to be s-so good?" Deuce pushes his hips at Ace's face, his, now fully erect, cock leaking crystal juices. Trappola smirks and opens his mouth, taking the length in. It's an extremely hot show, and you're glad they're enjoying themselves.

"Good job, both of you. Now to the main course! Ace, sit on Deuce's lap," the ginger nods and takes the position, facing the blue-nette. You leave your seat and come closer to the boys in front of you. "Wanna feel his cock inside of you? Want him to stretch you so good, Ace?"

Ace whimpers at your words, he indeed wanted all of this, and he figured Deuce wanted it too with the way he licked his lips and his eyes half-lidded. You lift Ace above Spade's tip and help him take it in, "F-Fuuuck– gn, big! 'S big!" You soothe him by kissing his neck, and once Deuce is fully inside Trappola, you let him adjust.

"Gh, it's warm.." you hear the blue-nette whispers something to himself and ask him to repeat, "he's so warm, i feel like my dick is melting," you giggle and pet his hair. Ace turns his head to you, eyes teary and ginger locks messily scattered on his face, a bright red heart is now smudged.

"Aw, poor baby, is it too much?" Trappola nods, tears sticking to his eyelashes, "but you haven't even moved yet!" You say as your hands grab Ace's hips and lift him up, then slam him to the base of Deuce's cock. Both of them moan in unison, eyes widened, as you keep on using the red-head as Spade's personal fleshlight.

Deuce wraps his arms around Ace's waist and fucks into him, ripping broken moans from the latter. Trappola's eyes roll to the back of his skull, his whole body shaking, he grips the blue-nette's shoulders. Your hand sneaks in between their bodies and begins jerking Ace off, he gasps out your name, a warm pool of arousal builds in his abdomen and Trappola bites Deuce's neck to stifle his scream.

Spade feels hot stickiness cover his stomach and chest, and the look on Ace's face is the last straw for him. Deuce cums, spilling his semen inside of the ginger, panting heavily as he came down from his climax. Trappola pulls him in a kiss, hips twitching when he shifts on Spade's still hard dick.

Wait, it's still hard? Ace pulls away, "Didn't you just come, you sex machine?", You laugh, hugging the red-head from behind and leaning close to his ear, "He did, but I didn't. Don't think it's the end, baby, we'll make sure to leave you limping for the whole week."

He's going to die, but, fuck, Ace doesn't complain. He wants you two to ruin him for everybody else to see.

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Okay. Let me just dump this out of my head with love ♥ I'm sure there'd be a lot of spicy entries, so I hope some fluffy ones are welcomed too. I'm in a post care mood lol. - ♝

Concept:

Post being absolutely wrecked by Boba because he loves you so damn much and you feel absolutely heavenly, you're sore and sensitive with so much praise and pleasure. That you've been such a good impact on his life, he can't keep his hands off you even after feeling that post-destroymepls session sensitivity.

He also thinks the pp is cute and proceeds to kiss it and find it adorable how you writhe even at slightest of touch. You also wake up from naps with scribbles on certain parts of your body. Either his name "Boba's", "Boba was here", "mine", "bite at -inserttimehere-', among other things.

Casually makes suggestion of getting your hair cut or set in a way that would best look on how he'll take you out loud and in public. Absolutely no shame in telling you "how a bun suits you when you're sucking him dry" or how "braids make me want to -insertmoredirtytalkinghere-".

Itty bit of somna because hey, waking up only to be dicked own with love is the definition of "good morning". - ♝

LET’S GET NASTY.

tw: smut, Daddy Daimyo kinky, somnophilia, possessive!Boba

PARTY UNDER THE CUT

There is very little left in the galaxy with the power to fascinate Boba Fett, but finding you nearly naked and fast asleep in his bed is certainly an enticing little late night surprise.

The two of you are still getting to know each other - intimately and emotionally. Both of you have developed different mechanisms for keeping others at arm’s length. Boba is dangerous and restrained, you’re prickly and cool.

A graphic, frightening nightmare sent you to his bed one moonless night. Strategizing with Fennec kept him up late and by the time he made it up the stairs to the tower, it was past midnight and you were deeply asleep.

Boba cannot resist running the tips of his fingers up your calf and the back of your thigh. When he reaches the hem of your sleep shift, he feels the soft fabric between his thumb and forefinger before lifting it to expose your soft, round ass.

You stir and he rubs comforting circles in the small of your back. Boba Fett loves a round, dimpled ass and thick thighs. He loves a girl who looks like she could sit comfortably on a Bantha from sunrise to sunset.

He straddles your thighs so he can bend over and knead the flesh of your buttcheeks with both hands. He bites down hard and sucks on each of your meaty cheeks.

You moan softly. Boba loves how pliable you are like this, barely awake and vulnerable. Your sharp wit dulled by exhaustion, your smart mouth bridled by need.

Something must have upset you for you to have invited yourself into his bed. You’re so fierce and intractable, Boba knows that any biddability you’re willing to offer should be generously rewarded. Taming brats, he knows, is just as much about providing a soft place to land as it is a strong disciplinary hand.

You blink and begin to wake. Boba Fett allows you to turn over onto your back and then leans down to suck on one of your nipples through your sleep shift.

He moves to spread your legs with his knees and pushes the shift up over your breasts so that he can more thoroughly enjoy them with his mouth and hands.

You’re still hazy with sleep and settle into the pillow. Boba continues gently playing with your nipples until you reach out to take one of his hands in yours. He rubs your palm with his thumb and kisses the inside of your wrist.

You’re so drowsy and he doesn’t want to do too much to disturb you, but the feel of your warm skin, your soft breasts, your thighs - he’s not inclined to deny himself an opportunity to enjoy you.

You come to when you feel him sitting up between your legs and rubbing his hands up and down the tops of your thighs. You reach out for him and he guides your arms around his neck. His lips find your and he squeezes your thighs as he kisses you.

When Boba Fett enters you, it stings as he fills you up and you suck in air between your teeth. The two of you don’t yet know each other’s bodies, and he stills inside you. He knows how thick he is and cradles your face in his hand while he pets your hair. He speaks softly to you in Mando’a.

The two of you have softened to each other since first meeting, but intimate experiences together are still novel and Boba knows that you need him to be kind and reassuring. You’ve allowed yourself to be vulnerable and he knows what that means, given your thorny nature.

He moves slowly inside of you, still whispering encouragement in Mando’a between kisses. You thread your fingers in his and he braces your hands above your head.

Your encourage him with gasps and moans and he finds himself thrusting into you in time with your breathing. You wrap your legs around him so that his hard cock can push deeper into you.

He nips gently at your neck and then bites down hard on your shoulder when he feels you spams around him. You’ll have bruises in the morning to show for all of this - he’ll make sure of it.

Boba pulls out of you and you whine at the sudden loss of the feeling of him so close to you. He shushes you reassuringly and guides you onto your belly. He pulls your hips upward and you feel the head of his cock pushing into you from behind.

You arch your back, giving him full access to you and he takes advantage gratefully. He kneads your ass as he thrusts into you. His fingers are bruising and you whimper and keen.

Boba reaches down and takes your hand, guiding it between your legs. “Touch yourself, mesh’la,” he says in a voice husky with pleasure. You do as you’re told and soon you’re both moaning as he pounds into you.

You climax hard as he grinds his cock into you He swears in Mando’a as he cums inside of you. He remains inside of you afterwards, running his fingertips up and down your spine. When he finally pulls out, he lays down next to you and pulls you tightly into him, spooning you and biting down on your shoulder.

You wake up with your head on his chest and your leg thrown over his waist. Boba kisses your forehead and pulls you closer.

You slide your way down his body, intending to pay him back for waking you up to make love to you by going down on him. Your hands find his erect member and you begin stroking him.

His fingers fist your hair and the firm grip on your scalp makes you gasp. His other hand pushes your hair out do your face.

“Mesh’la, your long hair is beautiful but I want to watch you take me into you mouth.”

You reach for a ribbon on the bedside table and twirl your hair into a messy bun.

He grips the bun as he cums down your throat and then pulls you by that same bun up to his chest so he can hold you.

Okay, so there’s going to end up being a Part 2.

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[illusinia]

Except from a piece I'm working on that's taking a very long time to write. I enjoyed this scene though and thought I'd share.

Draco and Pansy's first car ride, courtesy of Hermione, Harry, and a Christmas Tree.

Note: Pre-Dramione, but no Dramione in the content.

Trees and Car Rides

Watching Malfoy and Pansy baulk at the car was almost funny. Their eyes were wide as they stared at it and both jumped when the engine turned over and it started rather loudly. Malfoy looked like he would rather face the telly. Pansy, however, pulled herself together and, with some help from Harry with the door, practically forced the blond into the seat behind Hermione. She shut the door before Malfoy could object, then dove into the seat behind Harry with a wildly shouted “go, go, go!”

Hermione was reminded of why she liked Pansy in that moment. Even Harry looked amused. So Hermione locked the doors and put the car into drive, turning to pull out of the driveway and onto the main street.

She had been concerned the speed of the car might unsettle them, but neither Slytherin seemed bothered by it. Malfoy was glued to everything passing outside the window while Pansy was fascinated by the inside of the car. She stuck her head through the centre partition, eyes scrolling over all the buttons.

“What's that?” asked Pansy as she pointed at the radio. Which was when Hermione realised she wasn't wearing a seatbelt and Malfoy probably wasn't either.

“A radio,” replied Hermione as she pulled to a stop at a traffic light. “Seat belts. They're the thing hanging near the doors. Pull them on and put the metal bit that slides around into the box with the button on it that is sticking out of the seat.”

It took a minute and Harry turning around to direct them to get their seatbelts clipped in place. Hermione was elbowed in the head as part of the exercise to Harry's consternation. At least the light was a long one. As it was, Harry barely got turned around before the light changed and Hermione had to move again.

Seatbelts fastened, Pansy turned her interest back on the radio. “What does the radio do?”

“Play music, live talk shows, the news, whatever really depending on what station you're tuned to,” explained Hermione as she flipped the radio on. It let out a brief burst of static before B*Witched’s To You I Belong filled the car. A glance in the rearview mirror showed Malfoy and Pansy looking at the radio in absolute awe.

They were suitably distracted for a few minutes until the song ended and the station DJ came back on the air chattering away about the recent headlines from the news. Mostly local news. A few political points. Nothing terribly interesting.

“Are they reading a newspaper aloud?” asked Malfoy and a glance back showed his brow was furrowed. “Why would muggles do that?”

“Some muggles appreciate talk radio on their way to wherever they’re going,” explained Harry as he changed the station. Chumbawomba’s Tubthumping thumped through the speakers. Hermione and Harry exchanged a look and began singing along when the refrain began.

“I get knocked down, but I get up again, but you’re never gonna keep me down,” they sang along, grinning and shifting in their seats with the rhythm. Harry began to drum out the rhythm on the dashboard, pausing when the music dropped to the trumpet solo, then picked it up again. They started laughing as they did though, particularly when they both glanced back and noted the balmy looks Malfoy and Pansy were giving them.

“Do all muggles do,” Pansy waved her hand in a disbelieving manner, “that while they drive?”

“When they’re driving with friends they do,” replied Hermione with a grin as a new song came on.

The first refrains of Savage Garden’s Truly Madly Deeply began to reverberate and Harry chuckled. “Ginny loves this song.”

Hermione hummed and began to sing along, her voice dropping a bit to match the pitch of the song. Harry joined in on the refrain with her. Behind her, she felt Malfoy lean forward against the back of her chair, his low voice humming along with the tune. When the refrain started again, he joined in with her and Harry, his low voice reverberating pleasantly with theirs. Pansy joined in as well a few seconds after him as she joined in the sing-along. They stuck to just the refrain while Hermione sung along with the whole thing. As they neared the entrance to the motorway, Hermione clicked on her signal. The last refrains of the song echoed out as she began to merge through the lanes of traffic to get to the motorway entrance. Another DJ came on rambling about something or another, followed by the sound of commercials starting up. Harry turned down the radio rather than changing the station.

As they hit the entry, she accelerated to reach speed. The engine rumbled. The car vibrated a bit with the increased speed.

Pansy yelped. “What’s happening?!”

“I’m just accelerating,” assured Hermione as she clicked and merged into traffic with a slight turn of the wheel. “The good tree lot is in the next market.”

Malfoy was still leaning against the back of her chair and she could feel his eyes watch her every move. She glanced in the rearview mirror for half a second to confirm and yes, he was watching her hands intently. “Is something wrong, Malfoy?”

“I’m just trying to figure out why you hate flying so much, but you have no issues riding this car at high speeds,” explained Malfoy as his hand appeared, gesturing to the dials on the dash. “How fast are we going anyway?”

“Almost 60 miles per hour,” replied Hermione as she turned on her turn signal and changed lanes again so she was in the lane next to the exit lane. “And the term you are looking for is driving a car, which is what I’m doing, or riding in a car, which is what you, Harry, and Pansy are doing.”

Malfoy waved his hand casually, his chin resting on the back of her seat. “You are still moving very fast.”

“Yes, in a contained space on the ground with safety equipment installed- such as your seatbelts,” countered Hermione, her eyes flicking to him for a half second before returning to the road. “That is far less disturbing than flying through the air with nothing below you should you fall off or crash.”

“You flew on a thestral,” reminded Harry with a grin. “And you couldn’t even see it.”

“Do not remind me,” groaned Hermione with a sigh. “That was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I couldn’t see the bloody thing. My eyes were closed the whole time.”

Pansy was suddenly leaning forward, her head nearly knocking into Malfoy’s. “You rode on a thestral?! Why? When?”

“Fifth year, and to get to the Ministry of Magic the first time we broke in,” replied Hermione with a sigh as she flipped on the turn signal and merged to exit the motorway.

“The first- right, the Department of Mysteries,” murmured Malfoy with a nod before he flopped back into his seat again.

“What was the second time?” asked Pansy, her eyes locked on Hermione curiously.

“When we stole a locket from Umbridge,” replied Harry without details. They- she, Harry, and Ron- had decided the Horcrux hunt should remain mostly silent. Members of the order knew, of course, but no one else and they intended to keep it that way. Apparently Pansy and Malfoy both picked up on that because they didn’t ask further questions about the locket. It was actually a relief- Hermione was finding herself enjoying the day and a fight about the fact she and Harry would not reveal some information would ruin that.

For a moment, the only noise in the car was the rambling of commercials from the radio. Then, the first refrains of a song, Sarah McLachlan’s Building a Mystery came on and Harry turned back up the radio. Hermione didn’t know this song well- she’d only heard it once before, so she didn’t sing along and neither did Harry. The radio was the only noise in the car for a moment before Harry spoke up, breaking it. “Are they playing some popular hits series?”

“Probably,” replied Hermione with a shrug as they exited the motorway. “It’s about the right time of year.”

“I’m just relieved it isn’t all Christmas music,” stated Harry firmly as they slowed to a stop at a light. “I hate when they do that.”

“What are popular hits?” asked Pansy from the back seat as she suddenly leaned forward again.

“And why would any of these… stations just have Christmas music?” asked Malfoy as he, too, leaned forward again.

The conversation shifted back to music until Pansy suddenly yelped and leaned forward. “Did she just mention vampires?!”

“Do muggles know about vampires?” asked Malfoy, sounding equally concerned. “What about the vow of secrecy?”

“Muggles think vampires are make-believe,” assured Harry as he glanced back at the other two.

Hermione nodded. “The concept is often used to convey the concept of mysterious romanticism. You can blame Bram Stoker for that.”

“Bram Stoker?” questioned Malfoy with clear concern.

“He wrote Dracula,” explained Harry with a shrug. “It’s a muggle book about vampires.”

The tree lot appeared on their left and Hermione made a turn across lanes of traffic safely. It still caused Pansy to yelp though- likely because there was a car much further down the road. Too far to pose a risk to them.

Still, as Hermione pulled the car into park, she heard the click of a seatbelt and Pansy’s head suddenly appeared beside her. “Was that safe?”

“Yes,” assured Hermione as she undid her own seatbelt. “It was. The other car was very far away from us and the speed limit on this road is quite low. I also judged the speed the car was approaching versus the amount of time it would take to make the turn and calculated that it was safe.”

Malfoy, to her surprise nodded. “It’s just like making a call on when to turn on a broom, Pans. No different.”

Pansy didn’t look completely convinced, but she wasn’t running out of the car either. “Could I learn to drive?”

Hermione raised her eyebrows at the other girl. “I don’t see why not. But we aren’t doing that, too. The timeline is too tight.”

“Later,” agreed Pansy as she began fiddling with her door, trying to figure out how to get out. Hermione unlocked the doors and Harry reached back to pull the lever that popped the door open. Malfoy observed and managed to get out on his own. Hermione climbed out once he had his door open and looked at the long line of trees in front of them.

“Is this where Muggles get their trees?” asked Pansy with a touch of awe. “There are so many of them. And they’re all different sizes.”

“And we can choose any one as long as it will fit in the house,” stated Hermione with a smile. Then, eying some of the trees, added: “And on top of the car. It needs to fit on the car.”

“On the car?” repeated Malfoy as he turned to assess the hood of the car. “Why?”

“Because that’s how we’re getting it to Hermione’s house,” explained Harry as he started towards the trees. Hermione stepped in behind him with Malfoy and Pansy quickly catching up to stand on either side of her.

“Can’t we just get a house elf to bring it back?” asked Pansy in confusion as they wandered into the trees. A few works waved at them and Pansy, apparently deciding a few of them were cute, waved back and offered them a wink.

Malfoy made a disgusted noise. “Really, Pans?”

“I’m allowed to shop around,” stated Pansy simply as she eyed one of the stronger young men bagging a tree. “And some of these men are very well built.”

Hermione stifled a laugh. Malfoy rolled his eyes and returned to the question of tree transportation. “But we should be able to get someone to deliver it, correct?”

“Not here,” dismissed Hermione as she paused to examine a tree. It was about 2.5 metres and looked relatively fluffy. Lots of branches, not a lot of holes or bald spots. “If we’d gone to a cut-your-own place, perhaps, but half the experience is wrestling the tree on top of the car.”

“Wrestling it on top of the car?” repeated Malfoy as he glanced back at where the car sat in the parking lot. “How?!”

“Ropes in the trunk tied to the rack on the top of the car,” explained Hermione as she moved on to another tree. The next one was even bushier but seemed sappy. Sure enough, her fingers came away sticky when she touched a branch. Still, that could be taken care of with a quick spell. Carefully walking around the tree, she checked for large bald spots- none- and branch spacing- sufficient for ornaments to be hung without the tree appearing bare. “What do you think of this one?”

“Us?” asked Malfoy in surprise, even as he drifted to stand beside her.

Hermione glanced at him and Pansy, who was still long distance flirting with some of the workers. “Yes, you’re here, therefore you are a part of this.”

Malfoy paused to examine the tree, tilting his head to the side as he examined it with a critical eye. “It looks sticky.”

“It is,” confirmed Hermione, holding up her sticky fingers as proof. “Still, the branches are well spaced and there are no significant bald spots. And the stickiness could be taken care of with a spell.”

“Is there a spell to remove tree sap?” asked Malfoy curiously, glancing at her with a raised eyebrow.

Hermione nodded slowly. “I found it in some obscure book about using magic to decorate for Christmas. It seemed useful.”

“I think obscure spells should be your specialty,” remarked Pansy as she finally joined them to examine the tree. “Mm, it’s a bit short.”

“The ceiling is just under 3 metres,” explained Hermione as she tried to wipe her fingers off on her pants. A tingling on her fingers surprised her- the stickiness was gone. From the corner of her eye, she caught Malfoy slipping his wand back into his coat. Sneaky man. She shot him a grateful look. He just shrugged in response and moved towards another tree.

She followed him while Pansy wandered off towards where Harry was examining his own pick. Malfoy’s pick appeared to be a bit too tall, but she didn’t say that. THere was something about watching Malfoy pick out a Christmas tree with the same careful eye he might examine a quidditch pitch that was adorable.

“What about this one?” questioned Malfoy, his head tilting to the side.

A smile tugged at Hermione’s lips. “It’s a bit tall, I’m afraid. Still…” She reached out and carefully turned the tree on its stand. “Good branch spacing without being too much. Nice colour, too.” Releasing the tree, she gently took Malfoy’s elbow and tugged him towards more trees. “Let’s keep looking. There are a lot here, after all. The perfect one might just be around the corner.”

#dramione #8th year break #Harry Potter #Hermione Granger #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Wolves And A Door"/"A World Between Worlds"

Things get Force Weird as we approach the final stretch.

Live reaction version.

Right so I'm probably going to be cannibalizing some of my "Ezra Bridger as a thematic Chosen One in Star Wars Rebels and the messianic imagery of “A World Between Worlds”" essay because even though I still want to make that its own separate post someday, there's going to be things about these two episodes that I have to bring up and observations that will crossover with that essay when and if that finally gets finished.

I'm going to try to be very sparing with the caps too, because I've got two whole episodes to cover and ghksajhfkjahkjh there's way too much pretty to show off, I honestly don't know how I'm gonna do it guys.

I love that after the somber musical fog they put us through last episode they start us off with bouncy plinky pizzicato strings and Loth-cat cuteness. They were like, "Hey, we know things have been heavy lately and they're gonna be again, but in the meantime have kitties sitting on top of doggos and feel for a moment reassured that there is still goodness in the world."

Zeb's skepticism re. the wolves is a little silly given that they've already shown that they're intelligent sentient creatures.

Ezra's already showing signs of the serenity and dignity he takes on as de facto leader of the Lothal rebels. Hera actually kind of cedes that role to him, and Ryder has certainly already taken several steps back out of cynicism.

So it falls to Ezra to lead them, to plan out their attack strategies, to be their head.

He's matured so much I'm so proud of him.

The wolves are deeply connected to the Force, and to Lothal. Ezra is too. In a way, he's of their kind. And after accepting his task from them last episode they consider him officially part of the pack it seems, because they readily come to his call.

Ezra's unique ability to connect, once again an invaluable asset.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The tufts of grass that wobble as the wolves walk through them.

Ezra's favor with the wolves extends to the others, so they are all able to climb on board and hitch a Force-assisted ride back to the northern hemisphere where the Temple is.

Love this sequence. The pounding drums. The sound design. The slow phasing of the wolves into the ground and disappearing soundlessly into it, with just a whisper of wind in their wake.

I can't get over how the Loth-wolf visions keep going back to Kanan's "You want a ride?". Filoni has mentioned that Ezra's tuned into the "echoes" that are particularly relevant to him while inside the WBW and I guess the same must apply to the hyperspace wolves tunnels. It's fascinating, we've always taken hyperspace for granted but since it's part of the galaxy, it has to be part of the Force as well, so it makes perfect sense in a way that ancient Force guardians like the Loth-wolves, or creatures just intimately connected with the Force like the purrgil, can make their own hyperspace tunnels naturally, in order to pass through time and space.

"It surrounds us, it penetrates us, it binds the galaxy together."

Something I really love about the whole concept of the World Between Worlds is the idea that we're getting a rare glimpse at the inner structure of the Force itself, the tendons and strings connecting it together.

Anyway, sob with me about how the echoes end with Ezra's "There's just you and me." from "Siege of Lothal". It was just them, two flickering twin moons against the blackest night, holding back the darkness until sunrise.

And now it's just Ezra alone.

What I wouldn't give to know what they're talking about.

Frick his whole bearing is different. He's quieter, more somber. We blinked and he grew up, aged five years in a night.

We reach the Temple and it's as bad as we've feared, the Empire has set up all around it and the area bristles with lights and equipment. They've burrowed down to the foundations of the Temple, trying to pull up its secrets by the root, and they've wholecloth removed the familiar doors from it, leaving a gaping surface level hole.

The Temple itself has sealed itself tight, barring entry to the interlopers, and I LOVE the thematic fairy tale underpinnings of this.

There's a line in The Magician's Nephew, one of the Chronicles of Narnia and another strong influence on the show's writing and concepts, that goes like: "Come in by the gold gates or not at all, Take of my fruit for others or forbear, For those who steal or those who climb my wall, Shall find their heart’s desire and find despair."

This is another overarching myth archetype: Only The Worthy May Pass.

If your heart is true, and you ask permission, show the Threshold Guardian respect, walk humbly and seek the boon for others, it will be granted to you freely. But if you're selfish, if you lie and cheat and steal and trick your way in, brute force what you want and are arrogant, demanding the prize, you will receive your just reward. And you won't like it.

Think of the last Indiana Jones movie. Indiana Jones is the one that takes all the risk, makes the leap of faith to save his father, and is granted permission to use the Grail's healing powers. The Nazi-aligned academic rival who barged in with tanks and guns and wants to live forever using the Grail's powers, however?

Indiana Jones vibes are aaaaaaaallll over these whole two episodes by the way. The whole general feel of an archaeological adventure with an unexpected encounter with the divine, it's great.

I still think it's immensely clever that they used the recording of Thrawn to distract the Scout Troopers. Still hilariously convenient that one of them is female.

Even the music gets Indiana Jones-esque when Ezra and Sabine make it down into the hollow.

Hi Hydan!

I love him. He's such a good oneshot villain. Cordial and affably polite and yet my skin crawls whenever he threatens either Sabine or Ezra. He's another Thrawn archetype/parallel, he studies the mysteries of the Force in the hopes of understanding them, not for himself, but to grow the power of his Emperor. He plunders the wealth of the Lothal Temple not out of respect for it, but to dissect it for knowledge and power.

An absolutely seamless Mind Trick from Ezra here. So proud of him.

The matching "Oh crap!" expressions on their faces when they realize that's Emperor Freaking Palpatine on the other end of the line.

The Mortis arc is actually one of the few TCW arcs I watched in full. Sue me I love me some Force Weirdness. So it was quite a delight to see the Mortis gods returning as artistic archetypal representations of the aspects of the Force. The Light, the Dark, the Unifying/Cosmic Balance. (Even the Living Force is represented in the mural by the Loth-wolves.) Since we're exploring the very inner scaffolding of the Force itself these episodes, it made perfect sense to me to bring them back, and tie them into how the Lothal Temple operates.

Unsurprisingly the Emperor's leitmotif makes an appearance here. Palpatine already has extraordinary clairvoyent powers but they've become confused after Kanan's sacrifice. Kanan has altered the fate of Lothal somehow, and even Palpatine can't figure out why.

(Pssst, it's because the Force is actually working against you buddy, it's trying to restore proper balance.)

This moment was very mean and hurted in all the right ways.

"They'll be fine." "I used to always believe that." This hits right in the parental bone, ouch.

Harps and female vocals once again signifying the arcane mysteries of the Force.

And this is gorgeous.

Ezra and Sabine begin to puzzle out the meaning behind the mural, Ezra only able to identify the Loth-wolves and the green convor that liked to follow Ahsoka around. (We've still not been given an explanation for that one yet. The prevailing theory is that it's what left of the Daughter, acting as a spirit guide/guardian for Ahsoka.)

The golden pathways correspond to the paths and doorways inside the World Between Worlds and when they're aligned on the mural, the wolves awaken to form the portal that grants access. Only one who can channel the Light Side is able to unlock the mechanism to align the pathways, via connecting to the Daughter part of the mural.

This is one of the reasons why Palpatine needed to cheat to get inside. The other reason is that, per word of Filoni, the World Between Worlds is actually a bit choosy about who it lets inside.

Again, Only The Worthy May Pass. Ezra is connected to the Force and to Lothal, a native son of the planet, a Jedi, and he has the wolves' favor, so he is granted access.

Like Maul back on Malachor, Palpatine cannot open the door on his own.

Sabine does a pretty good job bluffing the Troopers that come to investigate her presence by the mural, buying Ezra enough time to connect to the Daughter and open the portal.

Ezra remembering Kanan's last words to him, the reminder to listen.

Rebels animation is gorgeous, I will hear no slander.

And this technique they developed to animate 2D images on top of a 3D CGI environmental surface was probably the same technology they used for mini Maui in Moana. Put to absolutely beautiful use, there's zero weird blending or edging at all, it just looks fully integrated and a natural part of the image.

Now, obviously the mural wolves need a clear space in order to form the portal but I also think they were drawing Ezra far enough away from the Stormtroopers that they wouldn't get to him in time. So that they couldn't stop him.

I'm actually reminded of a scene in Avatar: The Last Airbender (which Filoni also worked on), where Aang manages to slip in last minute through the giant door into the inner shrine that could only be opened by several Fire Sages working in tandem, and the way Roku--the previous Avatar before Aang, and a Firebender himself--seals the door behind Aang, so that even the Sages can't open the door anymore.

Ezra has a meeting with the Divine, and the Empire is not invited.

The score going full blast Indiana Jones mysticism, love it.

Like Thrawn, Hydan clocks Sabine as someone who doesn't belong there immediately, recognizing her from the incident before. The dig site is put on full alert and Troopers close in on Ezra, who's paralyzed for a moment, nervous to enter the portal.

Sabine yells for him to go.

And with determination and purpose, he does.

And the portal seals behind him.

Sabine's worry and fear. <3 Even though she told him to go, watching him literally disappear into a wall has to be frightening.

AND NOW FOR THE EXTRA FORCE WEIRD PART. :D

The World Between Worlds is a place where time and space have no meaning, because all time is present at once. Past, present, and future is all happening simultaneously inside the starvoid, which pulses with the whispers of those who have come before, and those who are yet to come. It's a liminal space, a space of transition, an "in-between" that is neither here nor there. @seleneisrising has an excellent series of posts comparing it to the Wood Between The Worlds, again from The Magician's Nephew, a seemingly endless wood with countless pools that represent different worlds one can enter and exit, if one has the proper travel implements (green and gold rings, in this case).

It is not time travel. Filoni and other writers make it very clear that you cannot, SHOULD NOT, actually use it for that purpose, because if you take something out of its proper time and space, things could go very very badly, and you could create a paradox that destroys time.

Ezra doesn't know this when he winds up pulling Ahsoka out of Malachor, but Ahsoka suspects--since she's been in this kind of Force Weird situation before--so that why she's immediately all, "Okay you have to put me exactly back where you found me." and declines to come with Ezra out his portal.

And that's also why Ezra can't save Kanan.

More on that later.

Our first series of echoes is about the Force, in general, and specific quotes apply to Ezra in particular, for the character journey he's going to complete inside this liminal space.

"Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose." "What you need you already have. Unfortunately, you seem to be letting it all go." "I won't let him lose his way. Not like I did."

The World Between Worlds is already warning him of the temptation that Palpatine will offer, first with Kanan, and then with his parents. Palpatine will dangle the idea of undoing his loss, reversing and cheating death, the same thing he offered Anakin, if he would only just lend Palpatine a little of his power, just a small favor, just open this door for me good lad, don't you want this?

It's a trap. A trick. A lie. There is no reversing death.

You cannot go back down into Hades.

The Force theme permeates this space, floating above our heads with the stars in the vast empty void. Obi-Wan pipes in, via voiceover, to explain what we're seeing, in essence, the very scaffolding and inner workings of the Force.

Meanwhile outside, the troopers are not gentle with Sabine. Hydan tries to make nice and she sasses him to hell and back, refusing to cooperate.

Sabine trying not to let her worry for Ezra show, when Hydan threatens that the Emperor will find him inside the World Between Worlds. <3

Vocal cameos from across the Star Wars canon as Ezra crosses the World Between Worlds. I know someone has identified all of them but I don't have the list at hand. Most of them aren't relevant to Ezra in any case.

Morai appears though, to help guide Ezra to the Malachor portal. I know it was suggested that Kanan helped orchestrate Ahsoka's rescue from beyond the grave, as some kind of "unfinished business" Kanan had yet to do before he fully pass on. Some people were confused why Kanan would want to do that, he was never particularly close to Ahsoka nor was he particularly as devastated by her apparent death. Not like Ezra.

I can accept that logic from the writers though, if it's Kanan trying to help Ezra finally assuage his guilt over Malachor, give him a chance to make things better. And give Ezra a Force Sensitive ally to help find him after everything is said and done.

Kanan knew he was going to die. Knew he couldn't be there for Ezra. So he arranged a way for there to be someone to look for and after Ezra after he was gone. He knew they would need Ahsoka's help.

My thoughts, anyway.

Ezra's quiet horror when the portal activates and shows him the tail end of the Malachor confrontation. :(

It is hilarious to think about how this must look to Vader and Ahsoka. On Vader's end he's swinging down and all of a sudden a hand comes out of a shimmering patch of air and just yoinks Ahsoka away into thin air and then the floor collapses under him and he just had to go back to Palpatine and explain all of that or else pretend that didn't happen, lol.

And then Ahsoka had to wake up in a weird place after fighting Vader and unpacking all of that My Master Is Evil trauma and then see an older Ezra in Stormtrooper armor, learn that Kanan was dead, help Ezra not break the universe, fight an apparition of the Emperor, and then run back to Malachor so she wouldn't break the universe either. Girl needs a damn nap after all that ha ha.

Sabine continuing to be super uncooperative with Hydan. He eventually loses patience and lets the Death Troopers smack her a bit. She's not badly hurt but the point comes across; she needs to play nice or else.

Ahsoka looks SO confused lol.

Vader echoes sound in the background, these ones attuned to Ahsoka, responding to the revelations she has just had about Vader's true identity. As well as an echo from the Daughter, when Ahsoka notices Morai.

(This resonates with what Filoni says about the World Between Worlds in a recent interview, that it attunes to whoever is currently inside, or the person inside only truly hears echoes that are relevant to them, the rest may as well be static and noise, incomprehensible.)

Ahsoka's the one who suggests Kanan's spirit is lingering, trying to guide and teach Ezra one last time from beyond the grave, through the manifestation of the Dume wolf, and yeah, it tracks. I kind of like the notion that Kanan clung to himself just long enough to make sure Ezra was okay before he let himself move on and dissipate into the ether.

Ezra latches onto the idea that Kanan meant for him to save Ahsoka, and then tracks that thought straight into "I can prevent Kanan's death too."

But it's not the same.

Ahsoka knows she has to go back through her portal and return to the time she left, sooner rather than later in order to prevent any kind of paradoxical damage to the timeline. But she can't leave the grieving Ezra in limbo and so she rushes after him to hold back his hand.

Once again, "You want a ride?" echoes, the moment Kanan first offered his hand and help to Ezra, which must be so intimately imprinted on him that it's what he always first hears.

"You can learn what it truly means to be a Jedi." And he's about to, Kanan, believe me.

Ezra's theme plays here. It doesn't complete, never making it to the second stanza. Ezra's not thinking straight. His words echo Anakin's, "I can stop people from dying!" He's too wrapped up in his grief. He's trying once again to reach for power that isn't his to grasp, in order to stop loss from happening to him.

He is attached.

Attachment in the Star Wars universe has a very specific connotation. It has never meant love, or relationships, friendships, other people, cherished places or things. It is all about one's own mindset when relating to those things. Jedi are supposed to love everyone, selflessly. But they are supposed to understand that nothing lasts forever. Things die, people move in and out of your life, the change happens and you can't stop it "Any more than you can stop the twin suns from setting." Shmi says. Children grow up and leave home. Being a Jedi, being balanced in the Force, means you accept the transitory nature of things and let go of your fear of loss.

Because fear leads to the Dark Side. Being afraid of loss, of being without the things important to you, makes you angry at what might try to take those things. Which makes you jealous, clingy. Greedy. Makes you grasp tighter. Makes you desperate. Makes you seek for the power to keep those things with you. And there the Dark Side is, calling to you, offering you that power. Promising to help you keep those things you want.

But it's a trap. The Dark Side will consume you. It will not help you save what you fear to lose, it will instead demand their sacrifice. The desire for power will overtake everything else, every other noble intention or motivation you had. What you intended to save you will no longer care about. The Dark Side will be all there is.

So you must let go of the things you fear to lose. Let go of that fear, and it will have no power over you. Accept the loss, and do not grasp for the power to break reality, to cheat the natural order, just to spare yourself the pain of not having that thing or person in your life.

Because you cannot go back down into Hades.

You cannot turn back time. You cannot undo death.

"You can't save your master," Ahsoka tells him, so so gently because she knows how hard this is. "And I can't save mine," she accepts.

And so Ezra looks at the portal, everything in him screaming in grief. And Ezra, who has abandonment issues and so much of his own worth and validation wrapped up in Kanan--"Kanan believes I can."--who thinks of Kanan as more a father than a teacher, who is still at heart a lost little boy who misses his parents... does one of the hardest and bravest things ever required of him.

He drops his hand, and turns his eyes, and lets go.

He faces the grief and loss head on, and accepts it. Doesn't let it master him.

And thwarts Palpatine one moment more.

Because the image of Kanan was not actually him. The Dark Side will never actually keep its promises. Or it will fulfill them in a way that makes it not matter. It all consuming, always hungry, never satisfied, and it will suck you dry.

The portal Ezra was tempted by leads straight to Palpatine. Who reveals himself like a cackling demon, shrouded and surrounded by blue flames.

Yikes.

Outside, Hera and Zeb are preparing to spring Sabine free of Hydan's "company", though not before she learns the way to seal the portal again.

The lovely dichotomy of "Sabine will know."/"He's on his way." is great BTW, they have so much faith and trust in each other.

Sabine's cheeky little, "Sorry about the mess." :)

I am fairly certain, though I can't find the post from Celebration that talked about it in overview, that Dave et all recycled several ideas from the planned Season 7 arcs for TCW into Rebels. This fight I'm sure was one of them, I remember something about fighting Palpatine in the basement of the Jedi Temple, where the nexus is.

Full male chorus for this moment, love it.

Palpatine won't give up so easily. He still needs to piggyback off Ezra's permission, because the Temple accepted Ezra and rejected him. If he cannot trick Ezra into being his anchor, he will simply attempt to latch onto him from the other side by force, through Sith sorcery.

YEAH NO THAT'S TERRIFYING.

Also fanficcers once again have let me down, I need way more Bad End AUs to this scene than just the one I wrote.

"When you get back, come and find me!" An obligation yet to be fulfilled. Hopefully the Ahsoka show will finish this out. *fingers crossed*

Ahsoka runs back off into the shot where her back was to the camera from "Twilight of the Apprentice" and Ezra escapes, to Palpatine's severe annoyance I'm sure. I would not want to be in the room when that happened, lemme just tell ya lol.

OH HEY HERE'S MY FAVORITE NO CONTEXT SIGNATURE SCENE. :D

There's so many things about this scene that I love. Sabine grabbing Ezra's arm to help him up. Zeb practically holding Ezra to him as they run, giving him cover from the blaster fire. Chopper's Big Damn Heroes moment as he drives a freaking drill (one he was eyeing earlier) into the crowd of Stormtroopers.

DEAN KINER'S EXCELLENT "THE TEMPLE COLLAPSES" MUSIC CUE WHICH IS OF COURSE MY FAVORITE OF THE WHOLE SOUNDTRACK.

Ezra looking immediately to Sabine to tell him which one to activate, because he trusts she's figured it out. Zeb helping lift him high enough to reach.

Ezra connecting to the Son, the score piping in with piano to signify the Force usage. Maybe Ezra is having to call upon the Dark Side, maybe he is just making a connection, but either way it's harder than it was with the Daughter. Takes more effort. He collapses immediately into Zeb's arms right after.

But look at Ezra’s expression:

The way his lips and eyes pinch, how his face tightens.  The minute tremble in his lip. It’s not anger or fear or passion he’s channeling here.

It’s grief.

Ezra falls unconscious into a Pietà pose (more on that in the messianic imagery post) and looks incredibly small here in Zeb's arms. This is such a soft moment and it's so sweet, I love it.

The mural turns crimson red and the Temple begins to seal and collapse. Removing itself from the physical plane of existence entirely, to deny Palpatine access.

Our heroes flee, Hydan perishes, the most gorgeous animation of the show splashes across the screen as the wolves return to their place, the Daughter and Son descend, and the Father claps his hands and sinks the Temple.

Ezra is barely conscious the whole time, a lot having been taken out of him. It's similar to how he collapsed in "Gathering Forces" and "Vision of Hope" and "Holocrons of Fate", too much Force energy exhausts him. As he fades out, Kanan's voice calls out from the white light.

"The Force will be with you, always."

By implication, "I'll be with you Ezra. I'm alive inside of you now."

And then all that's left is to say one last goodbye to Kanan, across the glasslike surface of the plain where the Temple once stood, into the rising light of dawn and the fading footsteps of the white Loth-wolf.

Kanan's theme plays us out over the credits.

These two episodes contextualize, and re-contextualize SO much about the overall story. Finally we know what Ezra was meant to do, what made him so special that the Force chose him, not as the Chosen One, but as a Chosen One, with a specific destiny and purpose that he needed to fulfill.

A child of Lothal, tested and found worthy by the wolves, who was already blessed by the Jedi Temple before. Favored by the Force to enter into its innermost sanctum to protect it from those who would desecrate it, twist it to their own purposes.

Ezra's narrative importance to the overall Star Wars saga becomes immensely clear. His character development is complete, and he now has the strength to stand against Palpatine's temptations, and the bravery to make the ultimate sacrifice for his planet and people. One whose results he won't even be able to see.

Just like Kanan did. Kanan's last lesson--To love unselfishly and give of yourself, even if means losing what you hold dear, simply because it is right and you are needed--will be Ezra's final act as well. And it took being asked to let go and accept Kanan's death for him to understand.

These episodes are beautiful in theme and message. The World Between Worlds is a fascinating perfect addition to Star Wars lore. The character work is fantastic and I can even pardon the clear favoritism in managing to bring Ahsoka back. I love these episodes so so much, they're my absolute favorites of the whole show.

We're almost done my loves, let's watch Ezra's character development pay off next time. :)

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabezra #kanan x hera #liveblog #rebels rewatch #meta rambling #Rebels Rambles #this is a pro jedi blog #space dad and his precious pumpkin child

[zablife]

Selecting Books with Tommy

Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Request: Going to a bookshop and selecting books for each other. Requested by @runnning-outof-time

Warnings: threat with a weapon, Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution.

You removed your glasses and rubbed your tired eyes. The fine print in front of you melding together into one giant blob. You didn’t complain about that or the crick in your neck though. You were perfectly contented to stay in this cramped little records office for the rest of your days if it meant protection from the Shelby family. You’d been on the run from their vengeance far too long before your father finally agreed to settle in this small town under assumed names. 

Despite his steadfast loyalty in his ten years as their bookkeeper, your father had been wrongly accused of stealing a great sum of money. His adamant refusal he would ever do such a thing went overlooked and Thomas Shelby decreed your family owed a debt. While your father worked to secure the money, Tommy took you as collateral. The family was enraged when you managed to get away from the house where you were being held. No one made a fool of the Shelbys and lived to tell about it which is why you were so careful now. 

You’d become a different person several times over to avoid suspicion, changing your name, your clothes and hair, even the glasses were an unnecessary addition used to make you look differently than what the Shelbys would have remembered. You cursed the uncomfortable frames daily, but felt something must be working because they hadn’t found you as you worked to save enough money to move abroad.

This evening, you filed a few more documents before locking up the office. The evening sky was just turning from purple to deep blue hues as you turned the key in the lock and you shivered at the chilly autumn breeze that blew through your hair. Absently dropping your key ring, you bent down to find it in the dark and touched the hard tip of a boot instead.

“That was rather clumsy,” a deep voice rumbled from above your head. You froze wanting to scream, but kept quiet. Taking your keys in hand, you rose slowly to see Thomas Shelby standing before you brandishing a gun. “Now that I’m here aren’t you going to show me your collection? I hear it’s fascinating,” he said with a wink. You gulped, realizing he meant the private papers of the citizens of the town. He may have found you, but he didn’t have to know about your father or the people who had been protecting you. Inside he could find all the information he would need to ruin the lives of everyone you’d come to care for deeply.

“That wasn’t a request,” he said taking you by the back of the neck harshly and forcing you to reopen the door. You took in a ragged breath as you tried to make your hands work. It was difficult as they were quickly becoming numb from cold and fear. You wondered if you might still be able to run, but the thought of trying to move your legs seemed impossible. All you could do was succumb to his demands. 

When Thomas heard the lock click open, he kicked the door in harshly with his boot and steered you inside by your shoulder. His grasp was tight and you heard the leather of his black gloves tighten and crack beside your ear. You grew dizzy as you imagined that same hand sliding around your neck. He tossed you into a chair as he brandished a folder from his coat pocket, flipping through the pages carefully.

“Would you like to know what I have here?” he asked eyes flicking to yours suddenly. You gulped, looking at him with wide eyes as you gripped the chair under you for support. 

“Wh-what is it?” you asked timidly. He was toying with you now, savoring his victory over you.

“It’s my favorite work of fiction,” he said with satisfied nod. “In the past two years you’ve been three different people, love. You’re a clever girl.” He began to approach you slowly, gun ready by his side as he moved a lock of hair from your face. “But not nearly clever enough.”

“What are you going to do to me?” you asked searching his ice blue eyes for a hint of mercy. You could have sworn he cared for you once and you wondered if you might exploit that once more to save your father.

“That depends on your cooperation, doesn’t it? You see, now comes your turn. You’re going to show me your favorite book,” he said raising you by the crook of your arm to a standing position and gesturing toward the rows of records. “I have a feeling your father’s paperwork is in here somewhere and I’m going to find it. Then when I’m done with you, I’m going to pay him a little visit,” he said with a snarl.

#zablife corrupt a wish #akak🎧 #Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy shelby fanfic #Tommy shelby imagine #Tommy shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby x you #Tommy Shelby x y/n #Dark!Tommy

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 8 Part 3: Metus Obscuritatis (Fear of the Dark)

Triggers: mentions of masturbation, torture, violence, drug use

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772

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The smell of lemongras and pine filled his lungs and the air surrounding him in which he was swimming, head tilted back and resting on the headrest of the backseat of the open air jeep he had chosen this time. The half smoked joint, his second, was loosely hanging from his lips as he lazily pumped his cock in his fist, dragging his hand up and down applying and releasing pressure to feel every vein and ridge while trying to maintain a rythm, his focus fading from time to time.

Lieutenant Donald ‘Donny’ Floyd, formerly from HeadHunters, exhaled the smoke up in the air, fascinated by the figures the volutes were forming in the early hours of dawn. This was his small pleasure, one he partaked in every day unless he was swamped with work and duties. But training a small group of idiots while waiting for his CO to decide the next step was not a hard job. In fact, it was a walk in the park, the best thing that had happened in the last months since they had been disbanded and prosecuted.

He closed his eyes while inhaling deeply, taking a puff of the joint. And then a knee crushed his hand and his cock in it while a hand slapped over his mouth, suffocating his pained scream as his eyes opened wide, terrified at the sight of a skull right in front of him, so close his nose could almost touch it. Another hand grabbed the joint that had fallen from his lips, and then, he heard it, a whisper in the shell of his ear, the kiss of a sharp blade on his throat.

He heard her.

‘‘Hello, Donny’’

The fucking bitch.

Floyd tried to mumble something, the sharp pain in his groin making him try and move away, but the absolute behemoth in front of him just allowed more of his weight on his knee, and all breath was taken from him sharply.

‘‘Donny, Donny, Donny…’’ Her voice, bitter as a snake’s venom, purring in his ear. ‘‘Do you remember what I told you the last time I saw you?’’

He nodded, terrified, and her gloved hand stopped pressing so hard on his lips to allow him to speak, perched behind him on the back of the open air jeep, keeping the man between her legs and her knife still threatening his neck.

‘‘That if you ever caught me alone you would strangle me’’

‘‘Well, would you look at that’’ She was still behind him, but he knew her voice very well. ‘‘I caught you’’

Donald Floyd, if I ever manage to catch you alone I swear to God I’ll wring your fucking neck until your bloody eyes pop out of your sockets

He had believed her. She never made empty promises.

‘‘There’s… no need to… get all worked up, Vega…’’ Floyd gulped down, feeling the knife on his throat, his eyes unable to leave the goddamned skull in front of him and the angry dark void beneath it. ‘‘I am sure we… could come to an agreement…?’’

‘‘Shove that pitiful twig inside your pants, you fucking pervert’’ Riot growled in his ear, slamming her hand over his mouth again. Ghost barely lifted his knee to allow the officer to compose himself and fix his trousers, and switched his comm on.

‘‘Bravo 0 7 to Base’’

‘‘Base here. Is Wolf 7 with you?’’ Captain Price’s voice sounded gruff as usual, and even a bit angry. Ghost could only imagine the argument he must had had with Laswell back at the UN base in Latvia.

‘‘Affirm. We have the target in custody’’

‘‘Need confirmation of identity’’

Riot pushed Floyd’s shoulders with her knees to make him sit upwards, keeping the knife on his throat but releasing his mouth.

‘‘Speak’’

‘‘Li…lieutenant Donald Floyd, 28190792!’’

‘‘Checks out’’ Laswell intervened in the channel. ‘‘You are awfully hard to find, Floyd’’

‘‘Yeah, well… it would have been easier if I wasn’t a wanted man, you know’’ Donny laughed shakily, trying to regain his thoughts and shake off the effects of the cannabis, but the embodiment of Death in front of him was sobering him up quickly.

‘‘You lot went AWOL, Floyd’’ Laswell continued, her disapproval patent in her voice. ‘‘You were getting away with it without repercusions and you all ran. Who told you to run?’’

‘‘I want a deal! We can help each other!’’ Floyd yelped when Riot’s knife grazed the skin right next to his jugular, not drawing blood yet. Ghost glowered at him and the officer physically recoiled as much as he could, feeling his crotch squashed again by the man in front of him.

‘‘We’ll talk about that’’ The communication was cut for a moment, and when it resumed again, it was Price.

‘‘We have checked with the Belarus government about the approval of PMC’s manoeuvres, and it seems you’re kind of illegally there’’

‘‘What do you want me to say? I go where I’m ordered to! Same as you!’’ Floyd grunted when Ghost’s knee dug deeper into his groin, his voice started to sound desperate but still hushed, terrified of moving too much and cut himself with Riot’s knife. ‘‘I do what Captain Rico tells me, that’s all!’’

‘‘Where’s Rico?’’

‘‘I… I don’t know… I swear it!’’ The officer yelped again when Riot’s knee kneaded painfully into his back, forcing him forward against the blade on his throat. ‘‘He contacts me on my phone when he needs to give me instructions! I was told to make camp here and train some people, that’s all! I don’t know anything!’’

He suddenly screamed when Riot’s hand dove down, the sound muffled instantly by Ghost’s enormous hand on his mouth. She patted him down forcefully until she found two gadgets in his pockets: a smartphone and a voice recorder. Seeing the voice recorder made him start to trash around, and Ghost had to put more weight on him until he stopped, breathless.

‘‘Phone and a voice recorder on him’’ Riot informed through the comm. ‘‘He used to record everything, and I mean everything in this shit and then his phone’’

‘‘So you’re telling me we don’t need him alive’’ The Captain’s voice even sounded… satisfied. Floyd’s eyes widened and he started shaking his head left to right frantically, still staring at Ghost’s skull mask and his unwavering dark gaze. ‘‘Belarus has sent a Sukhoi SU-25, I advise you to get out. Thanks for the coordinates, Wolf 7’’

Ghost rose his eyes briefly to look at her. Her third solution. She shrugged, her blue eyes cold as ice and the grip on her knife so stiff that for sure her knuckles had to be white beneath her glove.

‘‘Pinpointed the coordinates and sent them as soon as we got it on sight’’

‘‘You’re hell-bent on blowing up the bloody mountain, aren’t you?’’

‘‘They blew me up’’ Riot growled over Floyd, her grip tightening and her eyes flashing with anger.

‘‘… wasn’t me!’’ Floyd grabbed Ghost’s forearm trying to free his mouth from the deadly grip, and only managed to brush his lips briefly to one side, enough to blurt out. ‘‘I didn’t give the order!’’

Slowly, she lowered her head until her covered mouth was close to the shell of his ear.

‘‘Impending impact’’ Riot hissed, loud enough for the comm to catch it. ‘‘You were overwatch. It was your voice. I remember everything’’

‘‘You have about ten minutes to clear out of there before the Sukhoi strikes, you’re inside the impact area’’ Price warned, with a bit of urgency.‘‘Get outta there’’

‘‘Copy’’ Ghost turned slightly to check the glove compartment of the jeep searching for the keys, his knee kneading painfully into Floyd’s groin and making him whine under Riot’s hand.

‘‘Bring Floyd back for interrogation’’ Laswell got in the conversation again after a brief pause, no doubt arguing with Price behind the scene. ‘‘Keep the channel open, we’re sending the bird to exfil’’

Ghost turned slightly to look at Riot, the found keys in hand, to find her furious eyes distant, trying to control her emotions.

‘‘Roger’’ He answered gruffly, then grabbed forcefully Floyd’s arm to pull him forward. ‘‘Zip tie’’

Riot obeyed wordlessly, yanking the officer’s hands back to tie them together, and then pushed him down on the backseat to sit on him, keeping her knife on his nape.

‘‘You drive’’ She huffed, looking at Ghost, her eyes unreadable and checking their rugged tablet briefly. ‘‘West’’

‘‘Seven minutes’’

Ghost got into the driver’s seat properly and turned the key in the ignition, feeling the engine starting to rumble. Floyd squealed pathetically when the jeep suddenly sped up and swerved into the trees, unable to see anything with his head buried in the seat and the constant threat of Riot’s knife kissing the skin of his nape.

For her part, she grabbed the side of the jeep with her free hand, her rage giving her strength to hold on while she kept the rugged tablet between her knees, because God knew that Ghost was driving like a fucking lunatic to get out of the impact zone in time.

‘‘Five minutes’’

‘‘Southwest now!’’ Riot shouted, grunting when Floyd stirred below her, so she kicked him on the side with the heel of her combat boot. ‘‘Keep still, puto cabrón!’’ (goddamned arsehole)

Ghost steered the jeep to correct their way, swerving trees and rocks, his foot almost flat on the gas pedal, his eyes focused on the front.

‘‘Two minutes’’ Price’s voice sounded urgent now, still with the gruff tone. ‘‘Come on muppets, the Sukhoi is closing in’’

Riot lunged forward, now kneeling on Floyd’s body and ignoring his suffocated grunt while she pushed his head to the backseat using her boot, and her right arm wrapped around Ghost’s shoulders and chest in an awkward half hug, gripping his plate carrier and her helmet clashing with his. Ghost kept his right hand on the steering wheel and his left one grabbed her forearm and elbow tightly, maybe too tight.

Shit, shit, shit.

‘‘One minute’’

There was a thundering sound that lasted only for some seconds when a fighter jet flew over the trees, in the opposite direction.

‘‘Impending impact, get the FUCK OUTTA THERE’’

They saw the light first, on the rear-view mirror. Ghost tried to ignore it while still trying to swerve, pushing his boot flat on the pedal but the vehicle couldn’t go faster. Riot stared at the light with horrified fascination, and then, they heard it.

Her blood froze with the sound of the blast, and her hand tightened grasping Ghost’s shoulder pad. She even forgot how to breathe. In her mind, she was seeing debris and blocks of stone falling on her, and the screams in her ears coming from her squadmates.

The shock wave caught up with them, sending the jeep rolling over, and then, everything went dark.

#cod mw2 #cod oc #cod original character #cod ghost #cod fanfic #cod fanfiction #cod fic #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty fanfic #call of duty original character #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty oc #riot vega #ghost x oc #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #cod mw ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley x oc #ghost simon riley #simon riley #ghost x original character #ghost x female oc

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

Haha, yeah, uh... asks can get... really long 😅. I'm glad you read all that, though! I was a bit nervous, lol.

I would genuinely LOVE TO see the art piece you described, and I totally understand that being something that's been on your mind for a while with no proper way to execute it.

Also honestly? I will definitely admit that I'm a Kokichi sympathizer, but even I cringe seeing how he behaved in Ch4. So you're totally fair in being blunt about that! I think one of the most important things about reading Kokichi is chapter 4 is acknowledging that he could be justifiably terrified of his situation and hurt watching Gonta not remember anything AND STILL say and do things that are hard to if not impossible to sympathize with. He wasn't just an evil mastermind manipulating Gonta and hurting people for funnies, but he was not a blameless victim of circumstance. His and Gonta's roles are so tightly woven together and so insanely complex, and Kokichi did a LOT of things wrong.

But you're so right about there being a sort of fun in picking apart chapter 4 for everything that it is! It's a painful chapter, but it's just so interesting and nuanced. I could write a whole other long response about it and probably dozens more there's just so much to talk about! (And if you ever want someone new to chat with about ch4, and are comfortable with it, I would enjoy talking with you more about it.)

Thanks for listening to me ramble haha.

Yeah, you can imagine me being a Gonta diehard since ch2 painted my view of ch4 in a certain way, and then I had to stew on it for months without playing ch5 due to life circumstances. But my whole world got flipped upside down a second time when I saw how Kokichi acted in ch5. He's such a complex character and I adore that about him. I love the intense emotions he's able to invoke in me (both negative and positive ones!!)

I have a clear image of Kokichi in my head as part of my interpretation of ch4 that I've tried and struggled to articulate clearly. But to me, part of his "leader" talent involved him deeply repressing his personal feelings on the situation in order to lead/manipulate everyone into a position he thought would get as many out alive as possible. Which did involve sacrificing a few pawns, which probably did tear him up inside (considering his motive video). but also... good intentions aren't everything, and he did do things that hurt a lot of the other characters. But thats WHY he's a cool character. He's fascinating because he's not a straightfoward supervillain or a victim of circumstance (like you said) and I love love love this part of his character so much.

I super appreciate the offer!! Sometimes I get stuck in my head about ch4 but don't want to post about it because I struggle to be eloquent on my own, I'd love to talk to you more about ch4 sometime qwq

#pluto answers #I've been wanting to do a ch4 piece forever and ever but have yet to sit down and commit to making something #the symbolism of truth vs lies vs ideals with shuichi kokichi kaito and gonta caught in the middle is one I like a Lot #im gonna keep thinking about it

[tblsomedoodles]

If it isn’t much to ask. Could you give us more information about Casey and Aprils kids, more specifically there personality’s and maybe interest?(I tried to look online for Marie’s but found nothing)

And give me an excuse to break out my comic books? I'd love to!

Alright, I'm going to rant a bit about comic book cannon Casey Marie first since that's who Adopted au CM is based off of (that and she's great lol)

Casey Marie is April and Casey's daughter from a tmnt comic series called "The Last Ronin" (if she's in anything else, i do not know. This is where i know her from.)

(it's a fantastic, five volume series with gorgeous art and a great, yet tragic, story. Basic summary without spoilers is that 20+ years into the future, the foot clan has taken over and walled off NYC controling everyone inside. One of the turtle's mission is to break in to NYC and take down the head of the Foot clan, Shredder's grandson, even if it kills him. I don't want to say more than that but if you like to read comics please read it!)

anyways! This is Casey Marie Jones as she's first properly introduced.

In "The Last Ronin". Her age is a little unclear but if i had to guess she's somewhere in her late teens. She was born after her father died thus ended up named after him. She runs a small resistance against the Foot and grew up idolizing a group of ninja turtles she never had a chance to meet. She even tried teaching herself ninjutsu but ends up gaining the remaining turtle (name redacted for spoiler reasons) as a sensei upon him seeing said attempt and not being able to ignore the mistakes that could get her hurt.

(i wish i had some comic panels from this part but, alas, they are in the 1 ISSUE i do not own of his series. so instead have a picture of her being cool on the cover of the 5th issue, post haircut of course.)

Personality wise, she's pretty cool. she cares very deeply for her family and rebel group (Which may as well be her family as well.) Shes stubborn, doing what she thinks is right regarless of what she's been told, but also can have a bit of a temper.

She's also a bit of a jokester, often seen teasing Redacted (that's just what i'm calling him now) (which he has no idea how to handle. Teenagers confuse him lol)

(he looks so shocked/offended lol)

She and Redacted end up being pretty close, and he's very protective of her. She's their friends' only daughter, of course he would be. By the end they're practically family.

OK!

Now that i'm done ranting about Cannon Casey Marie (b/c she's great) i'll move on to what Adopted AU Casey Marie (and Jackie) are like!

Casey would definitely be fascinated by ninjutsu growing up, to the point of getting Angie to teach her the stuff he got taught and eventually getting to learn straight from Leo (which i stated before but eh. I can say it again.)

She'd be stubborn, confident, and ready to fight over anything she deems worthy of it (nothing gets her to start a fight faster than someone picking on her little sister.) She's tech smart like her mom but would rather fight than do tech stuff on the sidelines.

Jackie (i'm making this one up as i go so it might end up changing some) is a little more reserved than Casey, but not by much. Looking at the two together, you'd think she was the calm/shy one, but she's not. especially whenever she's playing a competitive sport. She inherited her dad's love of Hockey and turns into an absolute feral gremlin as soon as her skates hit the ice. (she plays other sports too, but Hockey is her main.) (she also looks the most like April. so she's just this little Red head running around with a hockey stick, which i find absolutely adorable.)She likes ninjutsu as well, but as more of a hobby while Casey thinks of it as a career goal.

I think both girls would like art as well, but mostly just see it as something to do with Angie.

thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #adopted au #all images are from The Last Ronin comic series #i was going to put a break #but nah

[nat-of-personifs]

i dont normally send asks but i came across ur blog and you have some really cool ideas when it comes to personification stuff,, ur like one of the few other ppl ive found that actually includes polandball and countryhumans in personified fandom stuff so id love to hear ur ideas abt them!! as someone with a fascination with fandom history id be down to discuss stuff more with u if u wanna

uh *checks notes* I am going to assume you mean their dynamic/hcs about each!! I’ve never delved very deeply into Countryhumans fandom history/her dynamics with the others because. Controversy but I still do have lots of ideas about her. And she is *the* quintessential Canonless G(A) fandomspirit to me, probably because she’s the first one I was part of. You get into G(A) through Hetalia, Countryhumans, or Polandball mostly and they’re the faces of the whole place so,,, very well defined House triad here.

What I do say is CH is PB and Hetalia’s conceptual daughter (her premise is kind of both of theirs mashed together) but Hetalia and the other two are separated by the Canon-Canonless divide (and the fact that he has a husband) and thus don’t talk as much. (Which is funny because his two actual sons, Fandomstuck and Socialstuck, are both Canonless.) Also, he gets into Reality more often because he has more cosplayers. But their dynamic is more like older-younger sibling, they swing back and forth between working together well (sharing headcanons and Netizens) and actually beating each other up (raids). From what I’ve seen, and I’m mostly saying this from CH’s POV, he’s more likely to start it than she is.

Both of them are a little scared of each other, PB because he has a lot of overlap with her and is the closest to seeing inside of her brain (he’s read her writing before) and is uncomfortable around it, CH because she can never tell when PB is being sarcastic and when he actually means what he says. She usually assumes he’s being serious.

Also, fandomspirits don’t get as possessive of their people as much as OTJs do, which, considering the way they feed, is probably a good thing. So they don’t fight about who gets the food; they’re content, and CH even likes receiving less because it’s made her swings less severe.

I have no idea what’s going on with her right now because I can’t check her tag and no longer use Wattpad (her Wattpad room is way more active than her AO3 room from what I remember) for personal reasons, but is the Save the Countryhumans Fandom thing still happening?

Fun fact: she’s the second fandomspirit of Countryhumans. The first one was the Country Guardian, Nadia. She got thrown into temporary leave for killing another Guardian which she felt (feels) guilty about even with most of her memories wiped.

CH’s rooms in G(A) are vandalized to hell and back. She’s used to it.

What I meant about swings: she has periods of making shipping Whatever the Hell She Wants (btw in the personifverse G(A) is technically RPF) and then periods of feeling incredibly guilty about it.

Wikipedia, Britannica and JSTOR are her favorite places.

All of her spin-offs (Statehumans, Planethumans, social media humans (subordinate of Socialstuck in the twins’ journalism business)) live in her head but can manifest bodies at will. Planethumans is the most independent one.

She’s jealous of Centricide because they get to unironically ship Nazis and Communists without people yelling at them.

Actually she’s jealous of pretty much every other G(A) member.

Physically 14 because that’s what everyone sees her people as. Russian-Brazilian, I think? Russian definitely (VK). But no one knows exactly where she came from. Also Korean. Maybe. Everyone sees something different.

Oh!! Oh!! She’s thinking about sending ambassadors to Collab Horror (where SCP lives). I’m the result. I’ve been tasked with giving her another child :) I’m trying I know I don’t talk to her a lot anymore but I still love her

I know you came here half for PB but I don’t have many headcanons about him :( he is definitely the face G(A) would most like to show to the public, and really good at art (terrible at writing) except he can’t be bothered to try mostly. (I’ve been on some of his subreddits some of the pictures are pure eye candy)

I hope this doesn’t spark an argument because I don’t want this to be the third site I kick myself out of.

Sorry for taking a while to reply, I blame the Great Ira-Aaron Angstfest of 2023.

#ask #headcanon #fandomspirits #NTJ #not tagging with their fandoms because #I’m scared #djskfjwojfeojfe #personifposting #this stuff is exactly why my asks are open thank you

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Okay so, Doctor Spriggan keeping Lucian captive, tied up as a good little victim, doing some sort of villain exposition monologue or simply doing doctor style sci fi babble. The moon, completely by coincidence, full. Lucian goes wolfy. Doctor Spriggan fascinated (presumably not having lived through the wetewolf episode). Something something dogs and sticks. Cool fight. Someone gets pinned to the wall of the cave. There is some sort of tension. The possibly alive victims trapped in plant matter deeply uncomfortable with where this is going.

I snorted coffee up my nose seeing the Doctor Spriggan thing, I don't know why that's so funny.

Sounds good! Let's see what I can write up!

Warning: kidnapping, lycan transformation, the Spriggan is a prick but he's a delight so it's sort of forgivable, kinda. Also, there are dead people being used as fuel in the room but that's... neither here nor there. Oh, and blood.

For those of you reading this but having read the first part, here's a link since this is gonna be a continuation.

On with the fic!

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The kiss was a little rough, tasted like dirt, and was too damn familiar for Lucian to be comfortable with. He snarled and pulled his head back, disappointment clear as day on the Spriggan's face. "Why stop? You seemed into it."

"You cannot just kiss a man you don't know!" Lucian snapped at him.

"And yet you do know me though, that has to count for something."

"It does not when you are not the man that I know, Spriggan."

The creature sighed, crossing his arms. "I am the Doctor, just... a slightly different one. At least from the one you know, but I am still them, as they are me."

Lucian glared hard. "You are not the Time Lord that is my friend."

"Of course not, I'm not a Time Lord." The Spriggan said. "Well, not in the way your Doctor is. He is a Lord of Time, yes, as am I, seeing as I have a TARDIS, but I am also a Lord of Life."

He held out his hand, where leaves and small, white flowers bloomed and grew from his palm, only to wither and fall to the ground in seconds. Lucian watched this, before feeling the ground shift under his feet, and more roots shot up, snapping around his limps, forcing him to drop to the ground on his knees before the creature.

He looked up, seeing the Spriggan staring down at him, he swore he could see a glow to the thing's eyes. "I control this place with ease, the whole forest is mine. No one can leave without my permission, no one can enter without me knowing. I am always aware of any life here, and that includes yours, you mysterious, handsome stranger."

Lucian shivered at the cold touch against his cheek from the Spriggan's long, bony fingers. "Your life is so... strange, like that creature that had come into my home. It was alive, and yet dead, curious. A vampire, yes? A strange kind. What of you? You look human, but you're not quite... something more, yes. Something much, much more."

His smile showed teeth, and he was leaning in closer, turning Lucian's face this way and that. "What are you? Tell me your secrets and I may just let you leave without... too much taken from you, my sweet."

Throughout his journey through the woods, Lucian had felt the all-too familiar pull of the moon above him, hidden from sight by the thick treetops. He had not changed form due to the possibility of being spotted by the villagers, but even now, inside this abomination of a TARDIS, he could still feel her grasp on his true nature.

"You wish to know what I am, Spriggan?" Lucian asked, staring into those familiar, yet so-off eyes.

"I do." The smile was wider. "Tell me."

"What if I show you instead?" Lucian felt the change start, his eyes no longer hazel, instead pale as the full moon herself.

The Spriggan stared, tilting his head, before removing his hand from Lucian's face as he snarled and growled, his clothing tearing and falling to pieces off his torso. The roots wrapped around his limbs snapped and broke as he rose to his true height and in just a matter of moments, there was a lycan standing before a fae Doctor.

They stared at one another, before the Spriggan bared his teeth, throwing up his hand to shoot up roots and vines to ensnare Lucian. But these were easily dodged, and Lucian snapped his jaws, dropping to all fours so he could charge.

The Spriggan was quick for someone covered in bark and wood, moving just out of the way of Lucian's charge, grinning wildly. "Fascinating! A werewolf? Or something else, oh, I would love to see what I can take from you!"

More roots rose up from the ground, thrashing about to try and grab at the lycan, who ran and jumped about, even biting at a few to make them back off. He jumped on top of what he thought was a giant mushroom, but it felt too solid, almost metallic under his paws.

He looked at the Spriggan, who held up a hand, pointing a finger at Lucian. There was a still tension in the air, before a harsh howl of pain came from the beast as the finger suddenly extended to an impossible length to impale him in the side.

The finger retracted back to its normal length and the Spriggan brought it to his mouth, licking at the blood. "Did you know that blood and flesh make for delicious food for plants? Just as you enjoy the use of their bodies, they enjoy the use of yours. Think you can provide for my TARDIS if you bleed out here?"

Lucian growled and clutched at his side, already feeling the wound start to heal. He jumped from the weird mushroom and moved fast once more on all his paws, slamming his head right into the creature, hearing him shout.

He rammed him right into the wall, moving fast to pin the Spriggan to it with his clawed hands. Lucian could sense someone looking at him, a quick glance to the side indicated that, oh fuck, there was someone alive in one of those strange chambers around the room. The poor, young human looked close to death, yet their discomfort seemed to be drawn towards himself and the squirming creature under him.

Lucian looked away.

"You're... hhh... you're a lot stronger like this, little man." The Spriggan tried to laugh as he struggled to get out of the powerful hold. "But remember, I can still pin you down easily too."

Lucian was grabbed by roots around his legs, but that didn't stop him from doing his best to stand his ground. He growled, showing his fangs to the alternate version of his Doctor, who just looked amused, almost... fascinated. It was creepy how much that reminded him of his friend.

"Beautiful, simply beautiful... how to make you mine..." He mumbled quietly.

Suddenly, Lucian was shoved forward, pinning the Spriggan against the wall with his body now, something thick and wooden pushing on his back.

"Oh, this could be a start." The Spriggan chuckled, licking his lips. "You're going to be so entertaining to me. You know, I rather like human faerie tales, probably because I am one to them. Are you one as well? Hm? The big bad wolf?"

Lucian felt the tip of a massive root push his head down, he was much closer to the other's face now.

"Are you going to eat me, Mr. Wolf?" He asked. "Will I taste so sweet to you?"

Lucian hoped the human trapped next to them was finally drained of their life, he was sure they did not need to see whatever was going to happen next.

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Spriggan can extend parts of his body apparently, he literally stabs a woman in the heart with his finger from across the room.

Also, I think these two are gonna hate fuck, I have no idea where this is going, but I feel like the Spriggan is trying to get it to go in that direction.

#lucian x tenth doctor #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles

[burdened-boy]

List your top 10 favorite films in whatever order you like, but explain your very favorite! Pass this on to whomever you want to learn more about them! Have a good day!

@archerwhiterp

ok this is going to be a doozy

blade runner 2049. there's a lot of dialogue on the internet about this movie, and it gets caught up in the whole incel thing...which is unfortunate because 2049 is a gorgeous movie. it's very long, the plot moves very slow, and there are admittedly boring parts, but you could literally screenshot any frame of this movie and set it as your wallpaper. its beauty for beauty's sake, and i love that so much. it swallows you. if you don't mind slow burn movies, i cannot stress enough that 2049 is worth the time. oh my GODDD THE SOUNDTRACK!!!!

mad max: fury road. this shit rules. if you know me, you know i am obsessed with cars, and if you watch it, you'll at least understand why people like me love them. fury road is chaos incarnate. like, this movie is fucking nuts. i'm struggling to type this portion right now because even thinking about it activates my monkey brain. it's fire and speed and steel and gasoline. it's heavy metal blasting out in the desert. it's driving an armored semi truck into a tornado, and throwing exploding spears at anyone who tries to stop you. witness me.

the good old original star wars (a new hope). i'm a closeted star wars fan, though i haven't engaged with it much lately. a new hope is such a refreshing movie to watch; i love it so much because of how genuine it is. yeah, by 2023 standards it's cheesy, but who cares? corniness is only bad if it's in bad faith. i don't hate disney star wars (ROTJ is actually my fav of the sequels) but a literal giant evil corporation cannot match the fun of a new hope.

(these next ones aren't in order, they just bang around in my head like those little toy lawnmowers toddlers push around with the balls inside them)

original robocop. ACAB, except robocop. i need to rewatch this one, because it would probably unseat a new hope.

the fifth element. incredible story behind this movie's development.

dunkirk. rarely-told story from wwii, with another banger soundtrack.

1917. the great war doesn't have as many movies made about it, so seeing this was fascinating, but deeply sobering.

metropolis. the first cyberpunk movie! hi Spoons lol

isle of dogs. oh my god, a quirky movie about dogs. it looks like it was made with stop motion. sold.

a town called panic. it's french. it's actual stop motion. it's really fucking weird and silly. truly never a dull moment in this goofy ass flick from the early 2000s. what a treat. HIGHLY reccomend

#ooc #inbox #archerwhiterp #ask meme #thank you!

[king-of-fae]

The Pain of Prophecy

Had the bloodcurdling scream not woken Ignis up, the sound of something heavy hitting the ground would have. He jumps to his feet, untangling himself from his sleeping spot on the couch and grabbing the old quilt he was using. He knows the drill.

Mag’s feathers are ruffled, and he moves to fly off his perch where he had been napping. Likely to be where Vex is. Placing a hand in front of Mag, he urges the familiar to calm himself before the overprotective familiar gets himself into a tizzy.

“Cool it, Mag.”

Mag hangs his head and coos an apology before hopping onto Ignis’ shoulder, much calmer now and ready to offer his support. Ignis swiftly darts down the hall, opening the door gently, making sure Vex didn’t fall behind it. Wouldn’t want to hit them with it accidentally. Again.

Rushing over, he takes Vex’s stiff body and gently lifts their head tucking his quilt underneath as Mag nuzzles his beak into the crook of their neck, singing a lullaby in their ear. There’s no way to tell if they can hear him, but he tries anyway. It isn’t usually this bad, but sometimes the spirits forget how delicate mortals are. The visions are more than just a quick peek into the future. Sometimes they get a little too enthusiastic and try to take over. The process isn’t gentle. Hopefully, this isn’t one of those moments. Vex’s body shakes and their eyes flutter.

Ignis moves to roll them onto their side, but Vex’s eyes suddenly open, and Ignis tenses up. Their eyes have turned from their usual black into pure white. The tell-tale signs of a possession. Mag hops up and down irritably, hissing at the uninvited guest.

Ignis sighs, “You need to quit doing this while they’re asleep. I know they told you to stop.”

They(?) roll their head to look up at him with a wide-eyed grin.

“Too important to wait. It’s finally here!”

“What’s here?” Always with the cryptic nonsense.

“Like us, but not us!” They sit up with an awkward jerking motion, “Been too long! Got to get them! Hurry, hurry!”

They attempt to scramble to their feet, but Ignis manages to carefully guide them back to a sitting position on the floor. They don’t fight back, instead, allowing Ignis to take control of the situation. He takes the quilt and wraps them up in it. One thing Vex taught him is that the spirits aren’t very good at controlling physical forms, so even a slight roadblock should keep them struggling in place until they leave. It might not be necessary, what with the uncomfortable fascination the spirits have with Ignis.

“Aw, no fun! Go get them! You do it!”

“I need directions,” he pulls open the drawer on the side table and takes out the paper and charcoal Vex leaves inside. Trial and error has taught them both to prepare better.

“Oh! Yes, yes,” they prattle off convoluted directions, and Ignis tries to transcribe as quickly as he can. It’s less directions, to be honest, and more of a list of odd landmarks to follow, but it’ll do.

“Go now!”

“Not until you leave.”

They pout, “So soon?”

“Yes, so soon. I do this for you, so you have to do something for me.”

Pale eyes look deeply into his. The eerie smile is gone, “We have already done much for you, old soul.”

He flinches. Did for him? No, what they did wasn’t for his sake. The worst part is that he can’t even get mad. He deserves this. What he did had consequences. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know. If he had been young, naive, and far too trusting back then. It happened. And he helped. Consciously or not.

“Please just leave.”

The quiet pleading was rare from him, and they knew it, too. They wriggle over and put their head on his shoulder, gently shushing him until they fall limp and silent. Catching Vex’s body, Ignis lifts them back onto the bed where Mag immediately moves to curl up against their neck again. Soft lullabies fill the air again. Ignis leaves the blanket cocooned around Vex’s body, just in case someone else decides to pop in for a visit.

Their eyes, back to their normal color, flutter open. They look tired, for obvious reasons, but more than anything they look despondent. More so as their eyes fall to the scribbled notes on the side table.

“What was it this time?”

“Not really sure. There’s something out in the woods they want.”

They slowly nod, “Fun.”

“Something about it being urgent.”

“Great.”

They don’t move from their spot. Ignis remains uncharacteristically quiet, the reminder of things long past throwing him headfirst into bad memories. He would normally go out and find something or someone to fight, violence tends to make people forget faster, but leaving Vex right now would leave a bad taste in his mouth. Tonight, he’ll fixate on their problem instead and hope that it helps.

“What can I do?”

“Coffee?”

“It’s midnight.”

They click their tongue, “An astute observation, Iggy.”

He rolls his eyes but acquiesces to the request anyway. Journeying to the kitchen, he rummages around and puts the old, dented kettle on.

Vex still lies in their room under the blanket with Mag. This odd cohabitation he’s gotten so used to knowing is something he hasn’t allowed himself for a very, very long time. For countless years he lived a nomadic lifestyle, leaving before he could settle. It served as both a sort of self-inflicted punishment, as well as a safety measure. Getting so attached to people has only ever left him with betrayal or heartache, but Fate decided they both needed a friend, and despite their first meeting being rough the two found solace in each other. Neither wanted a friend, but that means fuck all in the long run.

The kettle lets out a whistle, and he takes a moment to bury his thoughts under the noise before taking it off the stove. The quiet hurts more sometimes, so the noise leaves a welcome ringing against his sensitive hearing. A lasting distraction. Mechanically through muscle memory, the coffee is finished, only a light dash of cream and sugar for Vex and a concerning amount of both in Ignis’. Mugs in hand, he returns to the bedroom where Vex is still buried under the quilt.

“Scoot over,” he helps them wiggle over on the bed before flopping down next to them managing to keep their mugs from spilling everywhere. He gently passes Vex their coffee. They hold the warm mug close, and their expression seems much less tense than it had been minutes before. The worst of the side effects of possession must be wearing off, but knowing Vex, they will probably fight off any more sleep at the risk of their own health. Ignis could have nagged them to try to go back to sleep, but he would be quite the hypocrite were he to try and they would have undoubtedly called him out for it. Instead, the least he could do for his friend right now would be to keep them company.

Vex taps Ignis with their elbow, “What are the chances of me taking advantage of your generosity again?”

“Hmm, depends on how well you bribe me.”

“I have Mama’s recipe for the moon spell cookies you like.”

He nods, “Alright, you got me. What do you need?”

They point to the parchment on the side table, the scribbles staring back eagerly. They needn’t explain the request. The relationship Vex has with the spirits isn’t always nice. It isn’t always ‘watch your step’ and ‘today will be a good day’. Sometimes it becomes ‘go here because we said so’ and ‘we will use you the way we need’. A textbook toxic relationship they will never see the end of. It took them from their coven and it made them scared. Ignis can’t hear the spirits speak, but he knows they use him, too. Not in the overt and overbearing way they do to Vex, and he would never dare compare his tragedy to theirs. But sometimes tragedy opens the door to finding someone who understands, and when one of them can no longer stand the pressure, the other will always be there to follow through.

#summoners return #sr: vex #sr: ignis #side stories

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Jojo bingo: Vinegar Doppio/Diavolo

Doppio/Diavolo is one of those characters that I find deeply fascinating, more so than well-realized, which I guess could be said for a lot of other favorites of mine. Everything great about him is almost all in the build-up that ends with an pretty unsatisfying pay-off by the time he gets lost in the Chariot Requiem shuffle (quite literally so), and then gets even more lost once GER happens and, y’know. Diavolo is more famous for his “death” than anything else which is, fitting, in a way, but doesn’t exactly do much to alleviate the idea that he’s pretty unsatisfying as a main villain. I do think there’s a lot to like about Diavolo in regards to his build-up and the ways he’s presented, I’m a lot more generous on the guy than most JoJo fans seem to be. He’s on the bottom of my favorite main JoJo villains but still a character I really, really like. 

He’s definitely he one main JoJo villain who got an undeservedly horrid fate, maybe the worst fate possible and one that countless other JoJo villains deserved far, far more. There’s lots of room to argue over what works and what doesn’t about the Vento Aureo finale but, regardless, I do think it’s a solid concept on it’s own, I do love some GER jokes myself and I like that it gave him a niche as “the guy who’s dying forever”, I like how some fan works play with that idea.

I’d say upfront that my favorite thing about him is how the anime presents him. Now obviously this doesn’t sound like high praise, but so much of JoJo wins me over due to presentation and I definitely think the anime did the best it could and beyond with the character. I love the sounds used for his powers and transformations, I love the ways they adapted or visually changed the phone conversations between Doppio and Diavolo, I love King Crimson and Epitaph’s effects, and I especially love the fact that, unlike prior parts where the villains only really had one theme to go with, they gave him NINE THEME SONGS to go with on the soundtrack (that’s not counting his sung opening interlude), making use of separate motifs to represent Doppio, Diavolo, King Crimson, Epitaph, their key battles vs Bruno and Risotto and the finale, and etc. All of these songs build off each other in their shared motifs for the two and sporadic usages of phone noises, death shrieks, distortion effects, chorus, clock ticking sounds, pitch shifting, all of these mixing and matching and making part of the tracks to capture how discordant and powerful he is. The soundtrack for Part 5 makes Diavolo one of the most musically interesting characters in the entire series by sheer variety alone.

I love Diavolo’s build-up as The Boss and how we kind of grow accostumed to thinking of King Crimson as The Boss, with how frequently he speaks and acts through King Crimson first and foremost. King Salami is an all-timer Stand design, wonderfully expressive, wonderful power, wonderfully vicious and strong even without it’s game-breaking bullshit, it has a wonderfully deadly build-up in how it’s every appearence is heralded by a main character dying. and it works to put one among many layers of separation between us and The Boss along with Doppio, who adds another interesting twist in that he’s visually and functionally indistinguishable from the protagonists. It’s a wonderful way to let The Main Villain operate as Protagonist without spoiling anything about said Main Villain even when we quite literally get inside his head and see him juggling variants and frantically calculating ways to stop his feral manchild alter-ego from getting themselves killed or exposed. I like Diavolo because he’s pretty damn funny, he’s deeply ridiculous and self-destructive even as he makes a lot of genuinely clever plays and moves to stay ahead. I’ve seen him described as the kind of JoJo character that Nicholas Cage could play and I agree with that, he can be brutally comedic in ways intentional and unintentional.

I’m also obviously taken by characters with split/multiple personalities, and I do think the concept is used very interestingly here, in how Diavolo and Doppio function and relate to each other. Diavolo/Doppio is definitely the one main JoJo villain I most definitely have headcanons for because I find them fascinating to think about, to explore. I actually really like that they kinda subvert the usual good/bad thing in that they’re both different kinds of bad, and the seemingly “good’ personality Doppio isn’t actually good at all, merely terrible in different, more aggressive and less self-centered ways. Fandom Doppio is such a boring misread on what a horrid, feral, yet endearing character Doppio is and how great the dynamic between the two is. I love that their main point of contrast personality-wise is that Diavolo is deeply, murderously self-centered, where as Doppio is deeply, murderously selfless, completely willing to disregard his own safety and throw himself headfirst into certain death for the sake of his Boss, who despite caring for Doppio (as much as he can care for anything), doesn’t look back once at the prospect of leaving him behind to ensure his own survival. It’s like if DIO and Vanilla Ice shared the same body and mind, it’s a pretty interesting concept for a dual-identity villain to begin with. 

My take on the “who’s the original personality” debate is, whatever idea I find the most interesting to go with at any given moment, but personally I think it’s less that one is the original and the other is the alter, and more so that they were always co-pilots of the same body (the anime kinda leans in this direction by showing their eyes shifting when they were a baby, something that wasn’t in the manga), and their separation was just further compounded with time (to the point Chariot Requiem classified them as separate spirits entirely). Neither of them is quite “complete” as a person in their own right, it just so happens that one personality sublimated the other to the extent they radically embody two different periods of the same person’s life (Doppio recognizes his hometown as his hometown, despite not being able to recognize himself and Diavolo as the same person). 

I do love fanon takes on Diavolo x Doppio that play up the idea of Diavolo as a protective alter created to protect Doppio, and I even like Diavolo’s finale behavior a lot better with the idea that he always has been this fundamentally immature and childish being, a shy young man’s idea of what a big and untouchable grown man looks like, and without Doppio, with no smokescreens to hide behind, he’s reduced to his naked self, a raving beast perpetually clawing for power and untouchability (in a sense, a way for Giorno to truly overcome his fate by defeating and taking the reigns from, who else, a man exactly like his dad at the bottom line). The idea Diavolo remembers everything where as Doppio remembers nothing, not even his given orders, because Diavolo was created to be a scary and invincible man, where as Doppio was created to be the carefree young boy they once were. One a violent single-minded protective entity driven by a desire to separate themselves from their past at all costs, the other a fleeting memory of a person meant to take the front seat and enjoy life free from the burdens of a past. 

Everytime we see Diavolo fronting, he’s cowering under blankets and hiding in the shadows, where as Doppio gets to go out and play soccer and pet frogs. Diavolo has no wants or desires other than just expanding his criminal organization and protect his identity (even his mad chase for the arrow is more so to keep it away from his enemies and stop them from challenging him, than wanting to do anything with the arrow’s power), and one could argue that his main goal with creating Passione to begin with is just an extension of his clinically paranoid concern over his identity. He follows Kira in the sense that he has no real ambitions, merely an obsessive desire to keep on living exactly the way he does right now, with no possible risk to it, hence why he has to kill Trish, because even though she’s just an average 15 year old who’s literally never even met him, the risk that she could sense and identify him, which she could because family in JoJo works like that, is enough. 

Canonically, all of this comes back to his desire to protect himself at all costs, but I really like (and kind of prefer) fandom takes that instead play with the idea that Diavolo’s doing all of this to protect Doppio, as the only thing about themselves that they were able to salvage from a disastrous past they’ve gone through such absurd lengths to kill and bury. I like the fanon idea that all he ultimately cares about, all he really has that’s worth caring about, is Doppio (and canon Diavolo does care for Doppio, even if mostly out of self-preservation), and his most redeeming quality would also be the one that’s caused literally all of his sins, every murder and torture and drug empire and beyond done by him or in his name (I think one of my consistently favorite things about certain JoJo villains is the ways in which their best qualities, morally speaking, tend to be their scariest traits or lead to their most destructive actions). 

I get that a lot of what I’m describing is more fan conjecture than canon, but I do like canon Diavolo. I just also really like some fan ideas of him that give him more attention than the Vento Aureo finale could. Not all of his concepts are used as interestingly as they could have been, but I liked them as they were, I like this guy quite a lot and I wouldn’t even mind that much if he somehow came back, if nothing else to be freed from his horrid fate, Jesus Christ Giorno, I know GER was acting independently and that you didn’t know what it was doing or gonna do, but what the fuck is wrong with you that your soul manifested this abomination to begin with, you could have just sniped his head with that scorpion beam and thrown him in the river, you didn’t have to go ahead and somehow outdo your father in sheer eternal pointless cruelty

#replies tag #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #golden wind #jjba doppio #jjba diavolo #king crimson #character opinion bingo