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ghostlykeyes · 6 months

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HI honeyy I love ur blog!!! can u please write the headcanons for kayn and K/da f!reader...how do the two of them explain their relationship to their fans or maybe they give a moment in a few shows?

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: K/DA READER ♡ Female Reader ♡ SFW, with slight touching/sensuality ♡ No TWs ♡ THIS GOT SO LONG. I am willing to write more for this situation, since I had to cut a lot of my OG ideas to make room for what felt the most important...truly Kayn floods my mind and cannot be expressed or exhausted

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KAYN

When Akali dragged you along to one of Kayn's birthday parties, all she wanted was a drinking buddy to keep her company while Kayn was doing, quote, "birthday boy shit". She wasn't expecting you and Kayn to hit it off so well. She definitely wasn't expecting to find you two wedged in a coat closet, shoving your tongues down each other's throats. She had two words for Kayn as she linked her arm in yours and tugged you out from between a leather jacket and an 80's windbreaker; "Do. not."

But, after two torturously long weeks of you never shutting up about Kayn during rehearsals, and Kayn texting her so much she has to threaten to block him for any sort of peace and quiet (at all hours of the night and day, "hey gimme your hot friend's number", over and over AND OVER AND OVER), Akali comes around. She's just worried for you. Kayn's got quite the reputation, and she doesn't want him to fuck around with you and break your heart. But, she figures, you're both adults, so who is she to stand in the way of whatever you've got going on. So she eventually texts Kayn your number, but not without a warning; "you remember I know martial arts, yeah? and that I can totally kick your fucking ass? don't break my girl's heart dipshit".

On the whole, K/DA supports your budding relationship with Kayn. Even though he's a bit wild, the group's whole thing is about being individual and true to yourself—it seems hypocritical to tell you that you can't be caught holding hands with Kayn in line at Chipotle anymore for the sake of the band's image.

Heartsteel is a bit more tentative about you and Kayn. Alune's nervous to have Kayn dating such a high-profile star when Heartsteel has literally JUST broken onto the scene. But, this is Kayn, after all. What are they going to ask him to do, stop seeing you? He wouldn't listen. Besides, you do seem like a good influence in his life, and if the way his eyes light up whenever he sees your name pop up on his phone screen say anything, he's crazy about you. Eventually Alune sways other management and teams to embrace your relationship, as long as the two of you try to keep it relatively low-key.

If anyone ever implies he's with you to boost Heartsteel's fame or that he's trying to ride K/DA's coattails to the top, Kayn blows up. "We don't need shit from anybody," he sneers, "we're gonna climb to the top all by our fucking selves. Oh, and if you think (Y/N) would settle for anything less than a born rockstar? You're fucking stupid."

For your part, you're more subtle when publicly discussing your relationship with Kayn, but you still shoot down any ideas that he's with you for your status. "Heartsteel definitely doesn't need K/DA's help," you assert. "They're superstars and they're earning their spot on the music scene fair and square."

Kayn is your absolute fucking biggest superfan. He knows your lyrics front-to-back, he shows up to every single event he can, and he even uses Ezreal's Mercari account to snag rare merch that's being resold. Kayn tries to play it cool, but come on. You've seen the amount of posters he tries to hide in his closet. Only a fanboy has a collection like that.

There's hundreds of paparazzi photos of you two floating around on the internet, and Kayn's got a love-hate relationship with that fact. On the one hand, he loves being seen with you—what better way to claim you as his own than a photo of him literally grabbing your ass on the cover of a trashy gossip mag? On the other hand, can't a guy get some goddamn privacy? He hates that he has to share you with anyone, prying 'journalists' included. To make light of it, though, you two have started a little game. You send each other the wildest claims you can find about your relationship, trying to one up the other. Kayn's still winning with the article claiming that he's exercising some kind of mind-control to make you his girlfriend.

Flipping off the camera and open-mouth kissing you is one of Kayn's favorite poses to strike if he notices paparazzi lurking. For your part? You're just happy for his attention.

Kayn loves when you sneak into his shows. You usually have to wear a hoodie and go incognito to avoid getting mobbed, but don't worry, Kayn can pick you out of a crowd no matter what you're wearing. Sometimes, if you're standing close enough to the stage, he'll take off his shirt and toss it at you. He gets off on the attention, on thousands of people all-but-worshipping him, and if his favorite person is in the throng, knowing his worst parts but screaming for him alongside everyone else, just the same? Ego-boost of the fucking century. He may not express it to you often, but he really, really appreciates when you come see his shows.

Your packed schedules present a challenge, and Kayn despises the fact that you're often touring hours away from him. He still tries to talk to you as much as possible, even if it's not in person. Expect daily FaceTime calls, frequent Discord DM's, and around the clock blurry pictures of Kayn causing mischief.

Bless Akali's heart because Kayn absolutely harasses her about you. Whenever you're busy, he bugs her; "tell my gf to come back from the ded". Anytime you're on tour, he Venmoes her money to buy you your favorite fast food. She complains to you constantly—"tell your purse dog to stop yipping at me"— but really, she doesn't mind spoiling you by proxy. She's just happy that Kayn dotes on you so much.

Kayn jokes about making you late for rehearsal a lot—especially if he's halfway down your neck in a heated makeout sesh—but the truth is, that's never going to happen. Sure, he dicks around a lot, but he never gives less than one-hundred-and-ten to Heartsteel and he's not about to let you slack off, either. That includes making sure you get to your K/DA commitments on time (even if your neck is littered with hickies).

Kayn loves when you show him your choreography. He listens intently as you explain how to go through the steps, or complain about what you're struggling with. Often, he'll offer critique; "you look a little off-balance, try standing this way," or "Have you tried positioning a little more to the left?". Sometimes, these are genuine tips. Most of the time, though, he's just looking for an excuse to feel you up. What better way to sneakily touch your boobs than "suggesting" your chest needs to come out more?

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel kayn #kayn #heartsteel x reader #kayn x reader #kayn/reader #sheida kayn #k/da

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kingofthering · 2 months

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saw your tags when Fabio was supposed to follow on Marc s footsteps, but a mess happened with his manager.

I am new what exactly happened

Okay, so. Going to gather all the information from Fabio's biography by Michel Turco.

Fabio's first ever manager was Eduardo Martin.

Essentially, Eduardo's main issue is that instead of growing Fabio's career to make Fabio better, he chose the directions of Fabio's career to better fit the promotion and marketing of his energy drink (Wild Wolf) [note : the brand never ever really came to life).

In 2011, Fabio was riding in 80cc and that's where Eduardo approached his parents. He started helping Fabio and buying him a bike so he could train for the next category. He helped Fabio secure a sit in CEV Moto3 in 2013, with the team Wild Wolf Racing. That year, Fabio also moved to Spain in Eduardo's house.

Fabio won CEV Moto3 in 2013, winning the last 3 races (championship had 9 of them).

At that time, Emilio Alzamora (Marc's manager for 18 years, until mid-2022) was working with Monlau Competition and Estrella Galicia to build a ladder to bring young riders to Moto3 and then Moto2 (they had already done it with Alex Marquez and Alex Rins).

During the 2013 season, in Albacete (so either June or September), Emilio approached Eduardo to talk about Fabio. Apparently, Eduardo wasn't liking the potential move to Marc VDS in Moto2 and the presence of Monster (remember when I said that Eduardo only cared about his energy drink brand?) and Emilio said that it took him days and days before being able to have Fabio's contract signed.

In 2014, Fabio was finally in the Monlau Competition structure and he joined team Honda Estrella Galicia 0,0. Emilio says that they taught Fabio a lot of things then, especially in the way his race weekends were structured. Fabio also got to try new bike parts that HRC was then giving to Alex R. and Marc.

The 2014 season of CEV Moto3 contained 11 races. Fabio won 9 of them and finished the other two second. He obviously got a second title that year. Please have a look at one of my fave quotes from the book, where Emilio compares Marc & Fabio at 14 years old.

In the summer of 2014, Emilio had to go talk to Carmelo Ezpeleta because back then, the minimum age to participate in a GP was 16 (note : Fabio would only turn 16 on the 20th of April 2015, the day after the 3rd round of that MotoGP/Moto2/Moto3 season). After a bunch of discussions, Emilio managed to have the big instances say that "a 15 years-old crowned in CEV could start in the World Championship even if his birthday was after the start of the season" [note : we essentially still have that rule today except now you have to be 18 and 17 years old are accepted if they were crowned champions the year prior].

Now the year is 2015 and Fabio is riding for Estrella Galicia 0,0 in Moto3. His season does not go as he would have hoped. He gets two second places in the early part of the season but finishes 10th and has a couple of crashes, ends up beat by his teammate Jorge Navarro.

Here's what Emilio had to say about the situation : "The issue wasn't Fabio but this Eduardo, taking care of him. [...] He didn't know much about racing. He only had one thing in mind : to see Fabio on top of every practice session. He wanted him to win before he had even learnt what had to be learned. This attitude didn't benefice anyone."

Mid-season, Emilio said : "His results until now have exceeded our expectations. The objective of the first half of the season is to gain experience. Some people seem to forget that he's only 16 years old."

As the season progresses, tensions rise between Eduardo and Emilio. Eduardo wants to take Fabio to Leopard Racing (they were on top of the Moto3 Championship with Danny Kent then) while other team managers are interested in Fabio, including Aki Ajo. Aki said that he was really interested in getting Fabio and that he did a lot of efforts to have him in his team. He said : "I remember that it was a real challenge and that insisted a lot, I was convinced that we could do something to help him. When I met him in my office, I immediately felt like he was the type of guy I would really like to work with. I think that he felt the same thing then but there were other reasons, coming from his management or elsewhere, that made this not happen."

Towards the end of August, in Misano, Fabio gets a double fracture in his right ankle and shortens his first Moto3 season. Fabio wasn't doing well then but that's when he met Tom, please see some of my other favorite quotes.

At the end of 2015, Fabio leaves the Monlau structure. Back then, Eduardo justified it by saying this : "When we started renegotiating the contract with Alzamora, the question of our liberties for the future came. The contract we were offered was engaging us for a longer time than I wished for Fabio. Leopard was giving us this freedom and everything else I asked for. The Estrella Galicia project went from CEV to MotoGP, going through Moto3 and Moto2. I understand this philosophy and I suppose it suits most riders. It wasn't fine for me because Fabio is not a rider like the others. He's a special rider and he needs to be free so he can always make the best choice at the right time. The Almazora project is not flexible enough for us."

Also, like I mentioned earlier, Eduardo didn't want long term because he didn't want to end up in Moto2 with Marc VDS. Michael Bartholemy, then head of that team, says : "This guy was crazy. He didn't know anything about motorbikes and racing. He thought he was managing Lewis Hamilton, he wanted 300-pages contracts, wanted to choose the sponsors, etc..."

We'll finish this with one last quote from Emilio, still having regrets about not being able to finish this missions with Fabio six years later [note : the book was published in 2021] : "It was a waste. We had sponsors like Estrella Galicia who had already invested a lot in the project. They were counting on Fabio to launch themselves on the international market, notably the French market. Everything fell through because of a manager not very clear-sighted... At the same time, this taught us how to better write our contracts. On my side, I'm very happy that Fabio managed to bounce back and that his talent didn't end up being wasted."

#motogp #fabio quartararo #primer #in a way #I didn't go in the details of fabio being promised a honda with leopard and getting a ktm and all that #also like the money problems and stuff #sometimes I think translation is fun and then I do this kind of things and I'm like “right this got boring pretty fast”#focus wise #and god this part of the book was so frustrating to read

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forays-into-fiction · 2 years

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When It Rains, It Pours

This is a follow up/part 2 to Why Don’t You Put on a Show as a couple people have requested (@maystecc and @edsforehead). I hope you enjoy. This one definitely got away from me, it is way longer than I intended and a whole lot filthier too 😅

Minors DNI

Contains: Rockstar!Eddie x Reader, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Babe, Baby, Sweetheart, Princess), Not So Dry Humping, This One is A Lot Heavier on Oral Fixation, Finger Sucking, Oral (Male and Female Recieving), Cum Swallowing/Eating. Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Degradation/Name-calling (Slut, Cockslut, Whore), Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Slight Domesticity

Eddie had told you not to read the article, it wasn’t like he had himself, but curiosity gets the better of you one day. While he’s out you sneak into the bedroom, feeling like an intruder in your own home. You know where he’s been keeping the magazine, you know he uses it sometimes when you’re not around.

It still surprises you how much these photos turn him on, sometimes more it seems than some of the photos you’ve taken of yourself. You suppose it’s the added thrill of everyone else in the world also ogling your scantily clad frame, that does something for you too that you still can’t explain.

He taunts you with it sometimes, about how you’re ‘such a whore… want all the guys looking at you’ as he thrusts into you with abandon more forceful with each stroke. You love how he can go from degrading to tender in a heartbeat, it sets you aflame like no one else has.

Flipping through the pages you note some sticky stains on the photos of you, hastily wiped away, though the pages still have some resistance when pulled apart. You shake your head, of course he would, you still feel a heat rising in your cheeks though. You get to the article, taking a steadying breath, closing your eyes briefly before opening them and perusing the words.

Meeting with Eddie Munson and y/n y/l/n has been an experience to say the least. We begin the interview with Munson as y/l/n is escorted away for her photoshoot, he offers up information on the band, Corroded Coffin, and their sudden rise to fame explaining how “… it’s something I never could have expected. I mean sure it’s what everyone wants when they’re in a band, right… but the response has just been mind blowing.”

When asked about all the female attention he’s been getting he becomes dismissive, saying that “None of that really means anything… they’re only interested because I’m the new guy on the scene… it’s bound to blow over and I’ve got the perfect girl waiting for me at home…”

He reveals that he’s been working on new material for the band, so everyone keep an eye out for the next Corroded Coffin album. He can’t say when it’ll be hitting the shelves, but assured me it will be soon.

When y/l/n returns the two behave like a pair of lovesick puppies, high school sweethearts who can barely keep their hands off one another. Always kissing or touching in some way, but how long will that last before the strain of celebrity status brings them crashing back down to Earth. Munson is adamant that nothing could ever change and that he’s never been tempted by any of his fangirls, saying “… I love my fans, but that is never happening.”

In relation to her celebrity status y/l/n may be quoted, “It has been a wild ride. I don’t really know why anyone is interested in me […] I’m just […] his little groupie” It is interesting to note that she thinks so little of herself, having to be reassured by her boyfriend that “[…] she is so much more than that.”

The pair first met back in Hawkins High, the super senior Munson needing help with his studies. Y/l/n recalls a tender moment of admiration, “He was sat on his bed strumming on his guitar along to a song […] He’d said it was some new song by Metallica he was trying to learn I just couldn’t look away, I remember thinking ‘how could someone be this pretty’”

Munson begins teasing at this and the pair share a childish moment, ribbing one another.

As to how their relationship affects the band Munson has nothing but good things to say, insisting that she is his inspiration. While y/l/n clams she “[…] just wants whatever’s best for them, whatever that entails.” and admiring their hard work.

It is here however that the pair turn sour, inexplicably. Storming off in a rage, inconsolable. This does not bode well, perhaps indicating early signs of cracks in the relationship. At the very least it’s a sore subject, we wouldn’t want a repeat of the Lennon/Ono drama.

With the interview coming to an abrupt end, we are left with many unanswered questions on just who Eddie Munson’s mystery girl truly is, but some light has been shed on her today. In this inescapable whirlwind of fame more details are likely to come to light soon enough. In the meantime, sorry fans your heartthrob guitarist seems to be well and truly smitten with his girlfriend. Fingers crossed they can stand the test of time.

He was right they did twist your words and make jabs at you and your relationship, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it felt in the moment. People can read into that however they wish, you think to yourself, deciding you’re not going to let it get to you any further than it has.

“Hey babe, I’m home.” You hear Eddie’s voice calling out to you, closer than you would have expected.

You scramble to shove the magazine back in the drawer before he enters the room.

He walks through the doorway, tossing his jacket over the end of the bedframe. He spots you kneeling on the floor by his bedside table, you look up at him guiltily.

“Uh, babe what are you doing down there?” He grins at you in amusement before realising, “Oh, babe no you didn’t read it, did you?”

You nod biting your lip anxiously, “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It’s ok… I mean it’s not like I love what he wrote about us but I can deal with it.”

“You sure?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I think it was just a lot worse in person because that made it more real, more personal. This… this is just words on a page. Who cares?” You assure him with a shrug.

He extends his hand to you, “Come on, up you get… unless…” he raises his brows suggestively smirking.

You look up at him curiously, “Unless what?”

“Unless while your down there-”

You cut him off chuckling and grabbing his hand, pulling yourself up, “God, you really are insatiable, aren’t you?”

“What can I say sweetheart…” he shrugs, “… sometimes I’ve just got a one-track mind, especially when it comes to you.”

“Such a pervert more like,” you tease playfully, “come on we should get started on dinner.”

“Oh, you wound me.” He sighs dramatically, clutching at his chest. “Am I not more than just some lowly pervert, do I not deserve your love and affection.”

You scoff at him, “Ok mister ‘love and affection’ I’ll suck your dick later.” You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, sealing your promise.

“I fucking love you.” He breathes out pulling you back in for a heated, more passionate kiss, capturing your lips between his own.

You break apart, “I love you too, now come on, my darling Sou chef we have work to do before you can get your dick wet.” You lick your lips teasingly, eyeing him up and down.

He groans, “Don’t know how I’m gonna make it through dinner when you look at me like that.”

You giggle, leading him out of the bedroom, hand clasped in your own.

You have him chopping vegetables as you prepare a pot on the stove, working back-to-back, “Those potatoes done, babe?” You call over your shoulder.

“Yep, just one second…” he scoops the chopped and peeled potatoes into a bowl, spinning around to hand them to you. As you drop them into the pot of water, he presses up against you, ducking his head to the slope of your neck kissing you softly. You lean into him for a moment before remembering the task at hand and tutting at him, “Hey, come on after dinner, ok? Get back to work.” You try to sound stern but you can’t help the grin that’s breaking out across your face, you’re just as eager to get on your knees for him. Been thinking about it since the moment he suggested it, practically dripping with need.

He smirks against your skin, “Mhmm… whatever you say babe.”

He breaks away reluctantly and you let out an involuntary whine at the loss of contact. He chuckles at you before commenting smugly, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

But, dutifully he continues helping you prep the meal.

As you place the dish into the oven setting a timer, he clings to your apron strings needily. You decide to put him out of his misery giving him his much-earned affection. He pushes into you insistently as you turn and embrace him, you can feel his thick, hard cock against you and your lips meet in a searing kiss.

You pull back slightly, offering breathily, “We’ve got forty minutes until that needs to come out, you wanna…”

“What happened to ‘after dinner’?” His self-satisfied grin taunting you.

“Well, you may have a one-track mind when it comes to me but that goes both ways, you know?”

“Awww, you can’t hold out, can you?” He teases as if he wasn’t just hovering over you ready to pounce.

You pout at him, “I could if I wanted to. You’re the one whose already hard up over nothing.”

“Oh yeah, and if I dip my fingers between your legs, I’m not going to find a soaking mess, am I?”

You blush looking away, he’s called your bluff and he knows it. Stepping closer and pushing you against the counter, you gasp as you make contact with it, your hands bracing against the edge.

He caresses the side of your face, bringing your eyes to his. His fingertips trace your jaw before coming up to the curve of your lips. He doesn’t need to say anything, you part your lips and his fingers slip in, first one, then another as you slobber all over them. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his digits he adds a third and you moan around them.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. You like that don’t ya?” His deep, rumbly voice sends a shiver down your spine and you nod in response.

He chuckles darkly, “Gonna give you something else to wrap those pretty lips around soon, you want that?”

“Mhmmm…” You mumble around his fingers, drool dripping down your chin.

He drags his fingers out of your mouth slowly with a lewd, wet slurp escaping your lips, leaving you a sloppy, drooling mess. You huff out shallow breaths, your chest heaving as his eyes rake over you.

“Always such a pretty little whore for me, love how much of a mess you make of yourself.” He hums.

You whine pathetically, looking up at him through your lashes, “Can I… can I suck your dick now, sir?”

He decides to have some fun with it, pretending to pause in thought as if he has to consider it.

You sink to your knees before him, hands coming up to rest at his hips, “Please… please, sir.” You beg with a pout.

He hums, “Well… since you asked so nicely… I’m gonna have to say yes.”

Your hands are quick to jump to his belt, undoing it hurriedly as you mumble, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou…”

Despite his cocky demeanour, Eddie still finds it hard to believe that he could ever be so lucky as to have someone like you, kneeling at his feet begging to suck his cock, thanking him for it too.

You roll down his jeans and boxers together in one motion to be met with the sight of his ruddy, leaking cock.

You admire it for a moment as he reaches down a hand to glide over it. The same one that had just been in your mouth, spreading your drool and his precum over its length. He growls lowly, “You see what you do to me sweetheart? And you expect me to wait? Nuh uh go ahead now I want you to take it all.”

You nod licking at his heavy balls for a moment before running your tongue along his length. You repeat this a few times, tracing over bulging veins before finally coming up to his tip swirling your tongue around it and enveloping it between your lips. You look up at him, his eyes half-lidded, head thrown back panting softly between pursed lips. As you take more of him into your mouth he groans encouragingly, “Yeah, just like that. Take all of it in for me.”

You continue until your nose brushes against the hair at his base, balls resting against your chin, you breathe in his musky scent. You whine around him and his hand comes down to stroke the back of your head, “Such a good girl… such a good little slut for me…”

You begin bobbing up and down along his length, breathing harshly from your nose and flooding your already wet panties. When his hips begin to thrust shallowly and you feel his length twitch against your tongue, he gives you a little warning tap on the shoulder. You know he’s close, you double down your efforts rolling his balls in the palm of your hand, hollowing your cheeks more firmly as he gasps above you.

“Babe, please I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum soon.” He pants out.

And that is in fact your goal, you want him to cum deep down your throat. You moan around him, swallowing him down greedily.

Both his hands drop to your shoulders gripping them tightly as he thrusts forward just a little more, his cock pulses in your mouth as a steady stream of cum hits the back of your throat. You gulp down as much as you can, some trickles from the corners of your mouth as he pulls out shakily. You scoop it up with a finger pushing the rest into your mouth, sucking it down with a moan, eyes fluttering closed. You suckle on your own fingers a little longer than necessary before he’s pulling you up from the ground to face him. He eases your hand out of your mouth and presses his lips to your own, tasting himself on you as your lips part inviting him in.

His forehead rest against your own as his lips break away from yours to mumble, “Fuck, that was amazing.”

You hum in response.

His hand trails down between you, slipping under your apron he teases the skin at the top of your waistband. You reach behind yourself, tugging on the apron strings until they come apart and you let the fabric fall to the ground between you. He grins, pushing his hand into your pants rubbing you over your ruined panties, “What did I say, huh… you’re absolutely soaked. Is that what sucking dick does for you? Or was it just thinking about it that got you worked up?”

You whine, squirming against his hand as he presses it into your puffy lips and circles your swollen clit.

“You gonna answer me, or are you that cockdrunk?”

You nod finally managing to speak up, “Yeah, I was wet just thinking about it… the whole time we were… we were cooking… I just… I just…”

He continues pressing circles into your folds firmly, putting on a soothing voice he whispers in your ear, “Oh, sweetheart it’s ok… I know...”

But he follows this with a dark chuckle, “I have an idea, but you’re not gonna like it.” His touch recedes somewhat until he’s just barely brushing his fingertips against you.

You whine desperately, hips pressing forward searching for more contact, but he pulls away completely. Moving to tuck himself away he pulls up his pants.

“You said you could hold out if you wanted, well I think I’m just going to make you.”

Your eyes widen, your hand coming to grip his arm, “Please, no. I’ve been good, please sir.”

“Ah, ah no amount of begging is gonna change my mind. You wanted me to wait ‘til after dinner. You thought you could make it that long too. So, it stands to reason that you should be able to now, right?”

“No, please.” You all but sob out.

He caresses your cheek, “Awww, baby I think you can do it… for me?”

Now he’s gone and done it, he had to utter those magic words. You sigh, mumbling softly in agreement, “For you.”

He grins broadly, “That’s my good girl. Now the oven still has a little more than twenty minutes left, how about we clean up here and set the table.”

“Ok.” You reply, pouting and hanging your head.

Kitchen tidied, table set, you’ve been squirming the whole way, your slick cooling against you a constant reminder. The buzz of the timer going off snaps you to attention. You fumble with a tea towel moving to get the dish from the oven but Eddie stops you with a hand on your arm.

“Here let me get that, you just sit your pretty little butt down at the table and I’ll bring it over.”

You do as he says sitting in your spot, you begin rocking back and forth against the seat beneath you, almost unconsciously seeking some relief. When Eddie brings out the food he narrows his eyes at you, mouth turning down. He admonishes you, “Hey none of that now, I know you can control yourself.”

Your hips halt in their motions, you look up at him apologetically, “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”

“That’s better.” He piles food onto your plate before serving himself.

You protest, “Hey, that’s way too much! I can’t finish all that!”

“If you don’t finish your dinner, you don’t get your ‘dessert’.”

“But we didn’t make any dessert… oh, oooh.” You hum in realisation.

He chuckles at you, maintaining his domineering attitude “You can be such a dumb little cockslut sometimes, can’t you?”

You whine at him, “Not fair, you know I’m… distracted at the moment.”

“Oh, I know baby. Now come on and eat your food.”

“Please take some off my plate, I can’t. You know I already ate a little before.” A little smirk threatens to break through.

He falls for your bait, asking, “Hmmm, what’s that? What did you eat sweetheart?”

“Your cum… your cock… your fingers. Don’t you remember? You stuffed me so full, don’t even know how I can manage another bite of anything.” You tease, batting your eyelashes at him.

He groans, “Don’t be cheeky now or I’ll make you wait even longer.”

“Please, just take some off my plate. I promise I’ll finish it.”

He concedes holding out his hand for your plate, “Alright, give it here.”

He scoops what should have been the rest of his portion onto his plate before handing it back and tucking in.

You wolf down your food any sense of decorum out the window and he lets you, eyes glittering in amusement as he takes his time savouring every bite.

You finish long before he does, you know he’s dragging it out on purpose, you know that’s why he initially piled your plate so high. You huff crossing your arms over your chest, trying to subtly squeeze your thighs together, but it provides little relief.

He gives an exaggerated groan, eyes fluttering shut, tossing back his head as he swallows, “God this is amazing, babe. You really outdid yourself with dinner.”

“Oh, shut up you ass and just finish eating already. Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing. We both know what you’re doing.” You huff.

He smirks back at you, clutching his chest dramatically, “Me? I’m perfectly innocent. Just enjoying this wonderful meal my gorgeous girl and I prepared. Can’t I do that?”

“It’s probably fucking cold by now just hurry up.” You grumble back.

“Yeah, it is, but you’re not cold, are you? Still all hot and bothered for me?” He teases.

You ball up a napkin and throw it at his face, “You’re mean. You’re so mean. If you keep this up, I may just have to go take care of myself.”

He growls at you, “You wouldn’t dare, you know I’ll punish you if you do.”

You poke your tongue out at him, “So what if you do? I can take it!”

He takes on a warning tone, “Easy now, don’t wanna go saying something you’ll regret. Just be a little more patient, I’m almost done.”

You roll your eyes, “Ugh, fine.”

You are quite literally on the edge of your seat when he takes his final bite, still he takes his time placing his cutlery on the plate gently, taking a sip of his drink, dabbing at the corners of his mouth daintily with a napkin. You’d laugh if you weren’t so frustrated, you rise from your seat grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out of his chair towards the bedroom.

“Babe, what about the dishes?” He asks in mock protest with a chuckle.

“Forget the fucking dishes I need you right now!” You growl at him.

“Oh, princess needs me now does she? Well, I am happy to oblige.” He allows himself to be led to the bed and you shove him down forcefully, pushing him to lie back with a palm on his chest.

Moving to straddle him before he can react, grinding down on his crotch you can feel his dick straining at his jeans, his cocky little smirk never dropping. You can’t even think of a smart-assed remark regarding his situation, whining desperately as you rub against the rough denim between you, “God, fuck… yes finally.”

He grabs your hips slowing their movements, “Easy now sweetheart, take your time.”

Your hips fight against his grip so he brings them to a complete stop, “Oh, you… you…” you whine, you know what he wants, you know what he’s waiting to hear. You let out a desperate little moan looking down at him, biting your lip before continuing, “Please, sir. Please I waited so long… I was good for you, wasn’t I?”

“That’s it sweetheart, beg for me. Beg to ride my cock.”

“Please let me have it. I need it… I need you… only you.”

“Alright, go on take it out.” You don’t hesitate in undoing his belt and rolling down his pants and boxers to his knees once more as his grip on you loosens.

“Enjoy your reward, you were such a good girl for me. You waited so long, I’m so proud of you.” He croons as you lift your hips from his rucking down your own pants and underwear leaving them tangled around one of your ankles losing patience along the way.

You line up his cock with your weeping hole and he slides right in, all too easily as you moan wantonly.

“Tell me… tell me again how good I was for you, Eddie. Please.” You plead as you bounce along his length, the hair at his base tickling against your swollen clit.

“Oh, sweetheart you were perfect. Such a good little slut, taking everything I give you.”

“God, yes! Fingers please…” You wail and he offers you his hand.

You grasp his wrist pulling his first two fingers in your mouth, suckling on them greedily, drooling and moaning around them.

He takes his free hand to press tight little circles into your clit, bucking up into you and your eyes roll into the back of your head. He growls at you, “God, look at you, taking everything I give you and then some. My perfect little slut.”

Your walls begin to tighten around him, pleasure courses through you sending tingles throughout your body.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.”

You cry out, your moans muffled by his fingers as your walls flutter around him soaking his cock with your cum. You collapse limply in his arms, breathing heavily as his fingers slip out from between your lips. He continues thrusting up into you, brushing your hair out of your face as he croons, “Oh, that was a big one, wasn’t it sweetheart? See, holding out was worth it, wasn’t it?”

His hands move to grip your hips, you’re still experiencing aftershocks barely registering his words. Still dripping all over him, it runs down his length and over his balls as he groans, “I’m gonna cum too, babe. Can you feel how wet you got me… ugh God wish I could taste it… maybe I will, maybe once I’m done, I’ll eat my cum out of you along with all of yours… you want that?”

You whimper at the stream of filth coming from him, nodding your head against him.

“Yeah, you do. I know my dirty girl. God, fuck… I’m cumming!” He cries out, hips still pistoning away as he floods your cunt with his warm, thick release.

His head drops bumping against your own, you can feel his heart pounding away in his chest as it rises and falls with his ragged breaths.

“Fuck, babe I should keep you on edge more often, you couldn’t even wait to get out of our clothes properly.” He chuckles as his dick slips out of you, your combined fluids slowly dribbling from your entrance. He rolls his jeans off all the way, from underneath you.

“Please, babe I can’t even think straight right now.” You whine back in response.

“That’s right, ‘cause I got you fucked dumb and stuffed full of cum.” He teases, giggling “Hey, that rhymes, ‘fucked dumb and stuffed full of cum’ maybe that’ll be our next song, whatta ya think? Another dedication to you?”

“Oh my God, you are horrible, you know that?” You exclaim disentangling your own pants from your leg to join his at the base of the bed.

“Oh, am I now?” He flips you over, pausing only to remove both of your shirts.

He grins up at you as he positions his head between your sticky thighs. His long curls tickling your legs, he continues, “Are you still, gonna think I’m ‘horrible’ when I’m eating our cum out of your pretty little pussy?”

You don’t even get a chance to answer as he dives in, obscenely slurping up everything your messy cunt has to offer. Your response dies on your lips as he draws a strung-out moan from you with his ministrations. Dragging his tongue all over you, between your folds, along your thighs, delving down between your asscheeks a little. You’re trembling beneath him still sensitive from your last orgasm, when his tongue prods at your clit you scream, “No, stop no please… it’s too much I can’t take it Eddie…”

He pauses looking up at you his chin glistening in a mixture of drool and your combined cum, “You know your safeword sweetheart, if you need to use it go ahead. Otherwise, ’m not stopping ‘til I get at least one more from you, you can do that can’t you? Cum for me, just one more time… for me?” He gives you the most adorable pout and you can’t resist, biting your lip and nodding with a pathetic whine.

He grins devilishly, “That’s my girl.”

Before you know it, his lips are at your entrance once more, tongue delving in deep, giving your poor little clit some respite. His hands clamp down on your trembling thighs keeping you spread wide open as he fucks you on his tongue, you whine above him twisting your hands into his hair, pulling slightly. He growls into you and his tongue moves back up to your clit, flicking at it and sucking hard, you pull even harder on his locks but he persists. You writhe beneath him screaming out in pleasure and pain as he works your oversensitive nub.

“Please… pleasepleaseplease…” You don’t know what you’re begging for, unsure if you want him to stop this torture or continue ‘til you’re gushing all over his tongue.

He continues nevertheless, grinning into you and bringing one hand to press into your soft, spongy walls, grazing over you repeatedly in just the right spot. Your hips rise off the mattress pressing into his face as an overwhelming sensation courses through you, clamping down on his digits you feel a stream of hot liquid squirting out of you, dousing him and the bed beneath you.

You collapse back down on the bed panting and shaking like never before.

He sits up gaping down at you, “Holy shit babe, you just fucking squirted. Jesus H Christ I wanna do that again!”

He moves to tackle you but you manage to hold him back with a hand to his chest, “Enough, let me catch my breath.”

He knows when to back off and does so with a pout. Moving to sit beside you and pulling you to lean against his chest, he runs a hand through your hair soothingly, humming a tune in your ear.

“Still think I’m ‘horrible’?” He asks softly.

“Oh, the worst, absolutely incorrigible, but I love you anyway.” You smile up at him.

“God, I love you too, babe.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“We gonna clean up?” You ask a little reluctant to actually get up, savouring the skin-to-skin contact you share with him.

“Nah, let’s just sit here for a bit, enjoy the afterglow. Still can’t believe you actually squirted… that was… we have to do that again.”

You chuckle at his eagerness, “Save it for next time rockstar.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you, you sigh contentedly.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #dom!eddie x sub!reader #part 2 #Why Don't You Put on a Show

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vickyvicarious · 7 months

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Mina today like 😒🙄 anyway as I was saying, I could feel my husband who is Jonathan...

Oh man, imagine how offended she will feel when she eventually reads Van Helsing's memorandum and sees what he thought she was talking about. I don't think she noticed before, especially given how hilariously matter-of-fact she is about sensing Jonathan in this entry. But I can easily see her scoffing and kind of just tossing the memorandum down on the table in disgust at that part. Maybe leaving the room to go give Jonathan a kiss (in front of Van Helsing for extra measure) just because.

About her being so matter-of-fact today... It's funny actually, because when she's had premonitions about his condition despite physical separation in the past (thinking he's not on the water in Whitby, her fear to think of him/certainty he's not in danger soon after they part when hunting Dracula) she sounds a bit uncertain. But on November 5 (since both today and yesterday's entries occurred on that day), perhaps as she feels his presence getting closer, she drops any self-doubt or logical justifying in favor of utmost certainty.

"Let us go to meet my husband who is, I know, coming towards us."

"It was late in the afternoon when the Professor and I took our way towards the east whence I knew Jonathan was coming."

"The two men might be Dr. Seward and Mr. Morris. I knew at all events that neither of them was Jonathan. At the same time I knew that Jonathan was not far off; looking around I saw on the north side of the coming party two other men, riding at break-neck speed. One of them I knew was Jonathan, and the other I took, of course, to be Lord Godalming."

Look at all that knowing! She's not admitting any possibility of doubt at all. It's her husband (who, yes Professor, is of course Jonathan) who she senses and she knows exactly where he's coming from and which one is him. Sure, I guess you could say that she knows he's coming because they're all coming according to the plan, and she could recognize her husband even at such a distance because she knows him so well. But that doesn't really explain her certainty that Jonathan is close even before she sees him, or her consistent focus on only mentioning Jonathan when everyone else is coming towards them too.

And while it's a little less certain, there's even a moment in the middle of the battle where she seems to know he is safe (unlike Quincey sadly):

I should have felt terrible fear at seeing Jonathan in such danger, but that the ardour of battle must have been upon me as well as the rest of them; I felt no fear, but only a wild, surging desire to do something.

She says this just before Jonathan's approach sends the men cowering before him. In my mind it fits well with her certainty that he's in no danger when traveling on the ship, even though as far as they know he might have caught up to Dracula on the river and been in trouble. (In fact, after she says that he has a restful sleep.) It doesn't feel like too far a leap to say that Mina is so tuned in to Jonathan here that she can tell nothing will be happening to him.

If we harken back to early Whitby entries, where Mina woke when Lucy was in danger and felt deep worry about Jonathan, I think it's a lot easier to read as just her being a light sleeper and knowing her friend/husband well enough to tell if someone's off about their behavior or letters. But there's also a possible reading that she has always been a little bit psychic. Maybe she's only really tapped into that power since her attacks, when she was actively trying to use mental powers against Dracula, but at least some of it can be seen as inherently her own, which she's learned to use/trust/strengthen over the course of the book.

(Also, about that last quote - here's a fun theory. Maybe Mina does "do something" here. Maybe she psychically aids Jonathan somehow, helps him bring out the full pissed-off-vampire vibes to stare people down till they literally cannot stand in his way. That could be kind of fun, regardless of whether you assume Jonathan already is supernatural enough himself to do so and she's just helping him make use of it, or if you think she's loaning him some vampyness. ...Actually, I feel like the wafer circle around her should stop her doing any such thing via vampiric methods, so then it would have to be Mina using her normal psychic powers to bring out the full force of Jonathan's Supernatural Weirdness stolen from Dracula in order to protect him. Dunno that I believe it really but it's a cool idea I think.)

#dracula daily #mina murray #jonathan harker #jonmina #replies #anonymous #maybe the psychic stuff depends on a strong bond with/love for the person she is sensing. which is why it comes out for lucy and jonathan

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weirdowithaquill · 2 months

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Okay okay okay

I just

*need* to hear more of you rambling about trains being shipped together I don't care who it is

Although if I am allowed to request a couple I find very cute myself it'd be Culdee and Catherine

Sorry it took me a hot minute to answer (I got sick) - but let's dive in!

Ok - Catherine and Culdee are the very definition of an adorable old married couple, perhaps even moreso than Toby and Henrietta. They *need* each other - and Catherine gets jealous when Culdee takes the Truck out. Likewise, while some of the engines just take whichever coach out, Culdee has specifically requested Catherine be taken off the rotation roster (especially after the Lord Harry era). They are absolutely adorable together, but they can have a... possessive streak.

It comes from the codependency.

(They legit need each other... to survive Culdee Fell.)

At the opposite end of the adorable old married couple is Toby and Henrietta. These two actually recently made history when they became the first two (to steal the term) non-faceless vehicles to marry. Ever. Previous to this, there had been a lot of legal battles and red tape and a whole heap of "they can't marry, they're machines" which the pair fought through... since the 1920's. (Culdee and Catherine legit married the next day, and are still jealous that Toby and Henrietta got hitched first).

Furthermore, Henrietta and Toby adopted Mavis in the early 70s the moment she stopped actively ignoring their advice. It is entirely thanks to Henrietta that Mavis asked Daisy out.

(Toby continues to enjoy watching his wife verbally beat other men into dust.)

Speaking of, Mavis and Daisy really are the very essence of disaster lesbians. There is no understating how ridiculous this pair can be - see the fact that Mavis spent nearly a full decade with her jaw hitting her bufferbeam every time Daisy entered the yards. And to make matters worse, Daisy had no clue! She thought (wrongly) that Mavis had a thing for Toby... which she vehemently objected to because - and I quote - "Toby is too old for such a powerful, commanding woman." Somehow, Daisy also missed the part where she liked said 'powerful, commanding woman'. Cue Daisy trying to flirt with a very uncomfortable BoCo every time he visited the junction while Mavis tried to get her driver to send... 'messages' to BoCo.

The only engine who enjoyed this absolute anime-plotline of a romance was Toby, who revels in chaos.

(Annie is pretending not to listen in on this gossip - but she's totally listening in on these two disasters.)

From disasters to functional beings - Duncan and Rusty continue to hold the title of 'most functional Sodor couple'. And for good reason! After Duncan got over his preconceptions about diesels, he was very blunt about his new feelings for the little diesel. And remember, Duncan is a mix of rock-star, factory worker and punk. So he manages to seem wild and abrasive to everyone who hasn't seen how devoted he is to his little diesel.

Rusty, being cool and calm and petty, loves to rub their relationship in Rheneas' face - because Rheneas can't do the same thing Duncan did and ask Duke out. Because Rusty is petty, let's not be mistaken - that little diesel was happy to let Duncan just sit off the rails because he was rude. Rusty is kind and helpful - but will also sit back and let you suffer from some Sodor Karma.

(This is why I say Duncan confessed - Rusty is gazing off into the sunset, but Duncan only has eyes for Rusty.)

Speaking of poor Rheneas - I've already given him a full post dedicated to the wild ride that was his courting of Duke - but I managed to miss the small detail of Duke adopting Spencer (see ERS for details). And that leads to a whole new realm of disaster for this poor engine. He gets Peter Sam on side, he gets Sir Handel to begrudgingly admit he's... decent enough... for his Granpuff - heck, he even manages to get Skarloey to stop laughing for long enough to wish him luck! He even manages to get some good advice on asking Duke out from Rusty and Duncan! And then.... AND THEN...

Spencer grabs Duke and whisks him away. Away? Away away - to the Boxford Estate. Spencer is not a 'good' engine, and he literally resorts to kidnapping Duke like the old engine is suddenly Rapunzel (Duke has feelings about this). In response, Rheneas had to get out 'The Truck' and make his way across the Island to save Duke... who had already hitched a ride out of there with Edward and was having tea and biscuits while laughing about their respective prospective red disaster boyfriends.

(Genderbent Elizabeth and Thomas enjoy watching Rheneas watch Duke get mended...)

I think that's all from me for now - no Percy x Diesel 10 shenanigans this time, but if someone asks for them, I will bring them. Until then, I'm going to take a heap of antibiotics and try to sleep off this illness some more.

#weirdowithaquill #thomas the tank engine #railway series #ao3 stuff #ttte relationships #ttte edward x james #ttte duke x rheneas #ttte rusty x duncan #ttte mavis x daisy #ttte toby x henrietta #ttte Catherine x Culdee #Apparently now I throw relationship ideas around for ttte #Not where I thought this Tumblr would lead but ok #long post

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hellsite-yano · 3 months

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porky did you finish that list of minecraft splash texts and if so may we see it?

Sure, keep in mind the Better Than Adventure mod uses a different colour formatting code than vanilla though. It's also a bit more difficult to edit splash text in vanilla from what I can gather. Anyway:

§5>it's wet Pynk! >ISHYGDDT GALO SENGEN! Pretty smooth flying, Fox! :kanabento: Sad! ingredience Everybody pose! :JUST: Oh, absolutely! Hallownest approved! Soda! Nope! §0The air crackles with freedom. Master Spark! An extant form of life! Yesh §dNyuuu! Also try The Witness! hampter.jpg The city and the city! Qud approved! Also try Mummy Sandbox! What U Need! Drink it and forget it all! which I invented! §fAll black everything The hero appears! Touch grass! Ut UNDERSTAND! Gapacho approved! Interior Semiotics! It's yours, my friend! The silo doors are open! Who are you quoting? Smoke coal evree day! §5>not having an avocado tree MODS = GODS Women! Wrong number! A super fighting robot from the year 2010! Even the mods have mods! Is shine! Cassis bleep! It's media -_- Also try Manifold Garden! Labyrinth Fight! Grow up, this is Minecraft! Welcome, Mr. Guest. His name is Gedächtnis! With these hands we will destroy! WAKE ME UP Fighting in the dojo! §eLalal Jack in! PUNK TACTICS! Close enough! I buy sausage! You ARE the support, son! A frozen cephalopod! Milk inside a bucket of milk inside a bucket of milk §0Hit +50! SB-129 mariositting.txt Clean! The democratic club! went shop Also try The Witch's House! Vanilla+! :3 TRUE! DOOR STUCK! Dubious castle safety gigue! Sexo! The numbers, Mason! Don't be so wide about it! MACHINE HEEEEEEEEAAAAAD! Victorius! The grink is here! k/l/l/i/n/g/s/t/a/l/k/i/n/g! GAS GAS GAS! Wimdy! A vision of happiness! Got any grapes? Message over! I MAED A GAM3 W1TH Z0MB1ES 1N IT!!!1 wort wort wort Many such cases! I'm Kilroy! Just walk out! Detach the rear vehicle! SET ME UP! Wrong turn, tin daddy! Woomy! Gensokyo approved! Soup's on, baby! Fly away now! Literally who? Greetings from Germany! Papa Carlo! Superliminal! BAN THIS SICK FILTH King! Ari! Also try SOMA! SOME FOLKS ARE BORN 8 meters! This is most disturbing! Wheey! [Current thing]! Jerry! Welcome back, /v/! >:3 How does he do it? The Paper! 47 diamonds in my diamond account! The hero appears!!! Fly over! SICK RECOVERY The big bow-wow! Guest no. 431! GOODLUCK! CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO! Built from pieces of SR71! §eDe§5su! EEEEASY! Hedgehog stew! Unusual! :yey: Uranium Fever! Chinken nunget! There's friendship in the redstone! Axeil Edition! Beach City approved! §aourple! The Golden Path lies §4everywhere! Don't look at the silver lights The Electro Gypsy! Menacing! Cope! The hero appears!! OH GOD MAH DRILLS! eeeeeh? Also try Outer Wilds! Edith Piaf said it better Where's Reznov? INGERLAAAAAND! Also try Gorogoa! Orgasmic! Pure pare-do! §6It's lightish red! Also try Rain World! Hard Fast §kFaggot §rMaps! Hole approved! HUZZAH! Lost and farting! Selamat pagi! Deploy all units! CHARGE!!! Minute like a pixie! Most certainly! freaks dni! The ride never ends! Lucoa! Not what it says. The bits! The bits! The bits! :african_pensive: §mMother is watching §eH§1e§4l§5v§de§3t§bi§ac§2a §2S§6t§aa§6n§6d§1a§3r§2d Morioh approved! Comforble! Cocky little freaks! Also try Fallow! :pensive: Brillo whales soon! Scratch Perverts! Re-do! MEMORIES BROKEN! 300k starting! Also try sunny-place! tak tak tak ziip! NOW THE WHEELS ARE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL! Roast beef and cornbread! No sappy lines allowed! With these hands we will rebuild! Also try The Beginner's Guide! Chefs kiss? Get the cool shoeshine! Happens often! Blood crystal obtained! MAKE IT BUN DEM! :hinableh: Also try Northern Journey! Welcome to Quindecim :) ARE YOU WATCHING HEAVEN? Daten City Approved! AS I LIVE! hina hina Nashi! Hack your 3DS! 4 = 2 > 5 > 7 > 3 > 1 > 6 > 8 Butcher is king! und cola! Lost at sea 1803 Bam-ba-lam! §3Aria approved! Seems legit! Easy Breezy! The World Revolving! Air 'em out! I live here? Splendid! Sing your sins! Surprisingly malleable! Comedy gold! §6Anglerfish Dance! Message to de west! Also try Dujanah! dubs Also try Iconoclasts! §aPudgy-Porky!?

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I’m sorry this is more of an info dump than an ask but the talk about Camille and Sillery (and also him being Danton lite) reminded me of La Belle Pamela which is an old biography about Pamela Fitzgerald/ Lady Edward Fitzgerald I read awhile ago. She was the not officially adopted daughter of Mme. Sillery and also speculated to be secretly actually her and Orléan’s child tho the book disputes this. The book quotes a couple of letters between the Sillerys and Camille including one where he and Lucille are invited to an apology dinner at the Sillerys with Pamela, Robespierre and Péthion (which I assume is Pétion spelled incorrectly) because the Sillerys assumed Camille would be mad that Barére was made guardian of Pamela instead of him. Camille also says some weird things about a Russian dance Pamela (who I believe was 15) does during the dinner. I wonder if this is the “proposition of their daughters”Camille was talking about and also if part of the reason Robespierre was mad at Camille for mentioning being involved with the Orléanists is because at the beginning of the Revolution he was more involved with them than he’d like publicly shared lol (I can’t post screenshots as an anon but the parts of the book I’m talking about start at about page 208 and the biography is free on Google books)

This is a wild ride TM from start to finish, and yeah, I will check it out, but it only made me realize how little I actually know about Camille's shenanigans. I know some stuff, but there seems to be so much mess I don't know about (and this type of mess and gossip is what I love to learn about). So, if anyone wants to share stuff or sources, please do!

#ask #anonymous #frev #camille desmoulins

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tolkien-feels · 2 years

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No please tell me more about your Eowyn is the Beren to Faramir’s Luthien agenda 🥺

I will try to keep this short but I predict I'll fail.

Okay so, the core of it is that there's a very, very strong theme of winter turning into spring that is repeated in both stories, in very similar ways. I would dismiss it as being a fairly generic metaphor, except, check this out

[Beren] did not fear death, but only captivity, and being bold and desperate he escaped both death and bonds; and the deeds of lonely daring that he achieved were noised abroad throughout Beleriand, and the tale of them came even into Doriath.

Which should bring to mind

‘. . . I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.’

‘What do you fear, lady?’ he asked.

‘A cage,’ she said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.’

It's not just that, though. It's much more prominent in the poetic Lay but Beren's reaction to the massacre of the Outlaws is described in very similar terms to Eowyn's arc. After burying his father in an unmarked grave and shouting promises of revenge, we're told

And then [Beren] turned, and did not weep:

too dark his heart, the wound too deep.

Out into night, as cold as stone,

loveless, friendless, he strode alone.

Almost each of these words actually has a matching passage for Eowyn in LotR, but it'd make this post too long to quote them all. But she's described as "a figured carven in stone" on the same chapter as she expresses her anguish over always being left behind - actually, the very scene where Aragorn offers her pity rather than love or even friendship, and she stands alone. And of course, that Eowyn doesn't weep and seems made of ice is such a recurring theme I don't even feel like I have to give you a quote.

When Beren first meets Luthien, he begins to cast away some of his despair almost immediately

A night there was when winter died;

then all alone she sang and cried

and danced until the dawn of spring,

and chanted some wild magic thing

that stirred him, 'till at last it broke

the bonds that held him, and he woke

from dreaming deep and cold despair.

The very first time Eowyn speaks to Faramir, this happens

She did not answer, but as he looked at her it seemed to him that something in her softened, as though a bitter frost were yielding at the first faint presage of spring. A tear sprang in her eye and fell down her cheek, like a glistening rain-drop. Her proud head drooped a little.

There's also a whole thing about how Luthien comes to Beren again and again, not unlike Faramir who has Eowyn walk with him in the garden. But that's pretty circumstantial.

More interesting I find a different parallel. It's too long so I can't quote either, but it's just before Eowyn and Faramir learn the war has been won, and in the Leithian, it's the beginning of Canto IV (iirc). There's a whole discussion of fate and darkness both times, and both Beren and Eowyn raise the possibility that maybe they were wrong to have hoped for the return of light.

What is even more interesting, though, is the extremely similar body language:

. . . she came

at the sweet calling of her name;

and thus in his her slender hand

was linked . . .

Which is mirrored by

And as they stood so, their hands met and clasped, though they did not know it.

And then also this

her arms about his neck did go,

and gently down she drew to rest

his weary head upon her breast.

Which, while not an exact parallel, reminds me a lot of

And he stooped and kissed her brow.

Like. Any one of these parallels could easily be a coincidence, but there are so many, that if Tolkien wasn't consciously making a parallel, he was at least thinking of similar concepts.

I'll also point out that when Beren and Luthien get together after their death and everything, they retire to "Tol Galen the green isle" and Beren nopes out of any further Great Deeds™️ and instead

. . . the Land of the Dead that Live became like a vision of the land of the Valar, and no place has been since so fair, so fruitful, or so filled with light.

Which should bring to mind

‘I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun,’ she said; ‘and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’

Also, I couldn't find anywhere to include this, but both Faramir and Luthien walk a fine line between being kind and merciful and being unflinchingly brave and strong to the point where they're dangerous if pushed.

It's not exactly that Faramir and Eowyn parallel Luthien and Beren in the way Arwen and Aragorn do, it's more like... How to explain it....... It's almost like Tolkien gave Arwen and Aragorn the Leithian story arc and Faramir and Eowyn the Leithian character arc. More or less.

......I should shut up about it because I promised I'd be brief. But as you can see I'm very normal about this

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Sometimes I wonder if Walther of Aquitaine is the one hero from the Nibelung/Volsung/Dietrich Cycle to have to most number of brain cells. He clearly gets the heck out of dodge when he can, and then afterwards refuses to be pulled into anymore slapfights. He and Dietrich are the only heroes from that cycle of myths to have happy endings (if you call becoming an immortal Wild Huntsman a happy ending) off the top of my head.

If you had to do a modern AU, would Walther be the one friend constantly facepalming at his buddies' antics?

Well... the only particularly extra thing I can recall about Walther right now is that one version of the story of his fight against Hagen where he throws the bone of a boar he and Hildegund had just been eating at Hagen. But I suppose that's more being good at thinking on his feet even when startled than being a drama queen, lol. There's also the final dialogue between him and Hagen in the Waltharius, I guess, but that's more a "you're probably not that normal if you're so chill about this" kind of thing. All in all, Walther does seem fairly level-headed and sensible by heroic standards. Whenever I think of Modern!AU scenarios for these characters, I like to imagine Walther and Hildegund as a rather reserved and lowkey couple, looking at all the drama going on around them and shaking their heads while sighing in relief that they're not involved.

However, especially in those scenarios, I also like to think they both have their dramatic and even petty sides. Walther has a few rather iconic lines in the Waltharius (my faves are -- not the exact quote from memory, mostly because I have a rather shitty memory, lol -- "Christ's thorn, you sprout such pricking foliage" and "you dance and jest, but when will you fight me?", both aimed at Hagen) and his attitude towards Gunther, no matter how justified, frankly cracks me up, so I do like imagine him as a rather sarcastic person and one who will hold a grudge if provoked enough. Which makes having him and Gunther occasionally be forced to interact as friends (or boyfriends...) of Hagen who can't stand each other in my little Modern!AU fantasies honestly hilarious. Plus, I also like to reimagine the allusions to the Aeneid in his relationship with Hildegund in the Waltharius, especially those in that scene where Hildegund thinks he's going to marry a Hunnish girl and is upset with him, as both of them having a genuine love for the Classics and bringing that into their admittedly rare fights. Often while Hagen watches on like "I've known you for years and I still don't know what's wrong with you guys."

As for Dietrich... this is ofc outside of Germanic heroic shenanigans, but did you know there's also a Latin story where the Devil himself turns into a black horse, lures him on his back, and then rides off into Mount Etna, which is conveniently a secret entrance to Hell itself? It's a bit like how Etzel's generally a good guy in continental sources but Atli's an asshole in Norse ones, imo. And I guess that's not really relevant to the conversation, but sorry, Dietrich is just so Extra about everything including his death, no matter what tradition you're looking at, and I kinda love talking about it. XD

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John Wayne | Chapter 3 | Rhett Abbott

Despite the mood board suggesting otherwise, my fics are size and POC inclusive.

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Summary: Rhett ends up in the city for a friend's wedding. You're going through a rough breakup. A meet-cute in a cafe changes both of your lives.

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader

Content warnings: This is a fast burn fic now, fluff

You and Rhett had been texting almost nonstop. It wasn’t like you couldn’t live without talking to each other, but it was that you didn’t want to. Of course, your coworkers were pretty relentless with the teasing. No one really believed you when you said that you were dating an actual cowboy, not even with the pictures to prove it. You promised to call him when you were done with work, which seemed to work perfectly. You got done with everything at around 7, and there was a two-hour difference between New York and Wyoming.

“Can we FaceTime? I’ve been dying to see your face,” Rhett said after you told him that you were back at the apartment.

“I don’t see why not. Just give me a minute to get my food.”

You ate together and had a light conversation until after both of you were done eating. That was when he started to ask some of the more “hard-hitting” questions.

“Okay, so, where do you see yourself in ten years?” He asked. You leaned back in your chair and took a minute to answer.

“Well, I hope I can have all of my student loans paid off by then. I love working for The Times so I’m hoping that maybe I’ll have a change in position or a raise. Maybe a house if I can afford it, one or two kids. What about you?”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever leave Wabang. I didn’t go to college and I’m not good at a lot. I think I could see myself with kids. I love Amy, she’s my niece, so I feel like I’m good with kids. Definitely don’t quote me on that, though. I’ve got a foul mouth on me.”

The statement made you chuckle. He was definitely right about having a foul mouth. You completely lost track of time until Rebecca walked in.

“Hey, Rhett,” she said.

“Hey.”

It wasn’t long before you cleaned up the kitchen and went back to your room. You were still on the phone with Rhett, which was surprising. You didn’t normally do long phone calls, but he was special. It was getting late and you had to get ready for bed, but you made sure to text Rhett before you fell asleep.

“Who is that girl that he’s been on the phone with?” Cecelia asked Royal and Perry.

“He didn’t tell you? They met at a cafe in New York. We stopped there for coffee and they really hit it off,” Perry said.

“Huh, well are you sure that she’s even real? That boy has never had a girlfriend, let alone one that lives in the city,” Royal added.

“Oh, she’s real. Super pretty and nice, too.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You were eating lunch with Danielle when your phone chimed. It was a text from Rhett. You read it as it flashed across the screen.

“Oh my God!” You exclaimed.

“What? What is it?” She asked.

You quickly unlocked your phone and slid it across the table. Rhett texted you to ask if you wanted to visit him and his family in Wyoming.

“You need to go. He’s a bull rider, right?”

You nodded your head and took a sip of your drink.

“Ask him when his next ride is and go then. You know he’ll win, anyways. And you have a lot of vacation time saved up.”

“Okay.”

His next competition wouldn’t be for another two weeks, so you had time to get things figured out. The rest of the day seemed to go by alarmingly fast, but it also wasn’t really a busy day at the office. You texted Rebecca to meet in your room once you got back to the apartment because you “had news”. You almost jumped out of your bed as she practically kicked the door to your room open to ask what the news was.

“Rhett asked me if I wanted to go to Wyoming and meet his family… And I said yes.”

“What?! You’re kidding, right? Because you’ve only known each other for like two weeks and maybe that wouldn’t be a super great idea.”

“No, I’m serious. Danielle said to wait until his next competition and go then, which won’t be for another two weeks. So there’s time to get my stuff packed and everything. I’m actually really excited because they sound like nice people and everything. So hopefully, I don’t end up getting murdered.”

“I’ll help you pack but I hate that you are the way you are… I never said that he was gonna murder you.”

“It was heavily implied.”

It took a lot of persuading but you eventually got Rebecca not to pack your bags for you then and there. You were willing to let her take you shopping, but that was it. You didn’t really feel like you needed new clothes for the trip, but you loved going shopping with Rebecca so it was a fine balance. The first week went by in a blur.

Maybe it was the excitement and the nerves, but that second week was agonizing. You couldn’t wait to get out of New York, even if it was just for a short amount of time. You made sure to send Rhett a picture of your ticket so that he had everything he needed to pick you up from the airport. Shopping with Rebecca quickly derailed as she dragged you into a Victoria’s Secret and picked up a black lingerie set.

“Okay, Wyoming is hot but it’s not that hot,” you said. She glared at you and sighed.

“Wear it under your clothes, dumbass. Or you could just wear it in general. No one cares. Well, no one cares that much. It’s a small town.”

“Yeah, and that’s part of the problem. Everyone knows everyone. It would be embarrassing.”

“Whatever. You’re hot. You know you’re hot, he knows you’re hot. I don’t really see the problem.”

“I guess I’ll buy it but I’m not listening to your advice. I’ve almost been arrested multiple times by taking your advice.”

It was hard not to laugh. Both of you knew that you were right, but it was quiet in the store and you didn’t want to look crazy. You got everything that you needed and (almost) everything that Rebecca thought you needed before walking around the mall some more. The candle store was irresistible even though you had at least one candle in almost every room of the apartment. You only had a gneral idea of what you were going to bring with you to Wyoming, so it took you a while to get your bags packed and put by your bedroom door.

“Okay, I love you, don’t get murdered, and take pictures of all of the cows,” Rebecca said as she pulled up to your gate at the airport. It was barely six in the morning, but you figured that an early flight would be best. You chuckled before making sure that you had everything that you needed in your bag.

“I can do the first two. Not too sure about the cows, though. That’s kind of a weird request.”

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A Year in Book Review: My 2024 Reading Journey 📚

#28 - The Hollow by Agatha Christie

Mystery / Hercule Poirot #25 / 272 pages / published 1946 / Finished Feb. 28

One Sentence Review: A riveting mystery steeped with family drama and filled with plausible suspects, this Poirot book starts out slow but builds itself into a captivating read that shows that sometimes the victim may seem more of a villain than the killer.

Favorite Quotes

"It wasn’t the circumstances of life they enjoyed, it was life itself - the zest of existence."

"Gerda had loved John terribly, but she didn't want to love him for what he was. She built up a pedestal for him and attributed every splendid and noble and unselfish characteristic to him. And if you cast down an idol, there's nothing left."

"The past is sometimes a very good place to live."

"To the scientific mind, truth comes first. Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living."

"I am a worker. That's just why being comfortable is so attractive."

My rating: 4/5

A Few More Thoughts (Spoilers):

It was a wild ride! Agatha Christie has this phenomenal way of surprising me with every single one of her books, and this was no exception. I absolutely did not see the ending coming. It was a bit hard to get into at first, as it was rather slow, but once it got going, I was hooked.

I was shocked at the reveal that the one person who seemed to be guilt-free from the beginning was actually the killer. After all, there's no way the person that's most obvious, who was found standing over the body with a gun, actually did it, right? Wrong! Gerda framed herself!

Even good, decent people can be pushed over the edge if they themselves are pushed enough. The world is not black and white; sometimes the victim seems more like the villain than the actual killer.

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Book review: 'SHATTER ME' SERIES

Entering the world of the 'Shatter Me' series was like embarking on a rollercoaster ride, filled with highs and lows, twists and turns. With each installment, I found myself swept away by Tahereh Mafi's captivating storytelling, but also grappling with my own conflicting emotions. Here's a breakdown of my journey through the series, from the heights of adoration to the depths of disappointment.

SHATTER ME #1: 4/5 stars I rated this book 4 stars instead of 5 because I'm not a fan of Adam and Juliette as a couple. Juliette's affection for Adam seems more based on his kindness to her in the past and his ability to touch her, rather than genuine love. Adam's obsession with Juliette feels cliché and cringeworthy to me.

However, I still like Adam as a character overall. The plot and characters like Kenji and especially Warner are fantastic though. Warner's complexity as a character makes him stand out.

DESTROY ME #1.5 [NOVELLA]: 5/5 stars

Wow, Aaron Warner really steals the show. His depth of emotion in this novella is just so well-written. You can really feel his complex feelings, not just towards Juliette, but also in his relationship with Delalieu, which is surprisingly cute. And those dreams? They add such an intriguing layer to the story. And don't even get me started on the quotes - they're just perfection!

Seriously, if you're a Warner fan, you absolutely need to read this. It's a solid 5/5 heartbreaking stars from me.

This novella is an essential read for anyone invested in the series. As you dive into Warner's psyche, you'll feel the weight of his emotions pressing down on you. It's like he's a whirlwind of disappointment, trauma, and anger all bundled up in a 19-year-old boy. But despite all the pain and suffering, you can't help but empathize with him. You start to see the walls he's built around himself and understand why he acts the way he does. It's a real eye-opener that sheds light on every decision he made in the first book.

Fair warning, though - once you finish this novella, there's no turning back. Warner will completely shatter your heart into pieces, and you'll be left utterly captivated by him. I mean, I couldn't even put this novella down, and that rarely happens with novellas!

UNRAVEL ME #2: 4.5/5 stars

This book was so close to perfection. I loved it so much but the ending kind of messed it up for me. It was underwhelming as the whole book.

This book, this world – it's all messed up, yet people keep on living. It blows my mind how they manage to survive, rebels, soldiers, regular folks, all facing terror every day. It's wild.

Lots of folks rag on Juliette, saying she's weak, self-absorbed, always wrapped up in her own drama. But I get where she's coming from. Life's tough, you know? Juliette's been through hell and back. Treated like trash her whole life, it's no wonder she struggles to see herself as anything but a monster. And when she finally starts feeling human again, it's ripped away from her. But she lets it go, showing her humanity.

Her relationships, especially with Adam, get a lot of flack. People say it's not real, just based on need. But with Warner, it's different. Despite his tough exterior, Juliette sees his softer side.

IGNITE ME #3: 5/5 stars

I get it. I FINALLY GET THE HYPE of this series!

This book is the reason why Aaron warner is our golden boy. That guy is the definition of swoon-worthy. Every word out of his mouth had me melting into a puddle on the floor.

Kenji, though? He's the real MVP. I swear, if I wasn't so head over heels for Warner, Kenji would be stealing the show. His humor just brings so much light to everything, you know?

But Adam? Ugh, don't even get me started on him. Every time he showed up, I was ready to throw my book across the room. Seriously, why couldn't Mafi just have Warner toss him off a cliff or something?

But let's talk about the romance. Holy smokes, it was on fire! I lost count of how many scenes had me squealing out loud. Warnette forever, am I right? That pager scene? And "lyhfml"? Absolute perfection.

RESTORE ME #4: 3/5 stars

Wow, that ending though! I'm still trying to process it, honestly.

So, let's get into it. While I didn't love this book as much as "Ignite Me," those secrets and lies had me hooked! But seriously, all that miscommunication? It stressed me out big time. Like, can these characters just talk to each other already?

And Juliette... girl, what happened? She went from confident and strong to clueless and insecure. But hey, she's still the supreme commander, even if she's not sure what to do with all that power. I guess we all make dumb decisions sometimes, right?

But let's talk about the hot stuff. Juliette laying down the law? Scorching! And Kenji? Always a bright spot. His friendship with Juliette and his bond with Warner? Pure gold. And Nazeera? Badass.

Now, Warner. My heart breaks for him. His vulnerability, his anxiety - it's all too real. And that childhood trauma? Heart-wrenching. But eating a cookie with a knife and fork? Classic Warner.

And his love for Juliette? It's sickeningly sweet. He'd do anything for her, and it's both beautiful and agonizing to watch.

Overall, this book had its flaws.

DEFY ME #5: 2.5/5 stars

I gotta be real here. This book left me scratching my head. Like, what was even the point? It felt like Tahereh Mafi was just stretching the story out for the sake of it. And those twists? They were more confusing than anything else. It's like she was trying to shock us without really adding anything meaningful to the plot.

Don't get me wrong, I love Mafi's writing, but this one fell flat for me. The characters I adore, like Kenji and Warner, were still solid, but the rest felt kinda irrelevant. And what's up with the whole Juliette-now-Ella thing? She'll always be Juliette to me.

Speaking of ships, Juliette and Warner? Total goals. They're the only reason I'm considering picking up book six. Oh, and I can't forget about Kenji. That guy deserves all the happiness in the world.

Overall, this book felt like a filler episode of a TV show. Not terrible, but definitely not essential. I'll stick to pretending the series ended at book three.

And can we talk about that cover? Seriously, did they just tweak the old one and call it a day? At least give us something fresh!

Oh, and a heads up for anyone thinking about diving in - there are some heavy topics like parental abuse and suicidal thoughts in here, so tread carefully.

IMAGINE ME #6: 3.5/5 stars

This series should've wrapped up neatly with "Ignite Me." Life would've been good. But nope, we got hit with "Restore Me," and it's been a rollercoaster of disappointment since then.

Honestly, going into this book, I had zero expectations. And you know what? I'm kinda glad about that because what I got was not what I expected at all.

Let's start with the positives. Tahereh's writing? Still top-notch. I mean, how does she come up with those poetic sentences? And Kenji? Bless his soul. That guy was carrying the weight of the whole story on his back, trying to keep everyone together.

But then we got Adam, who's still as irrelevant as ever. And don't even get me started on Warner. He went from being tolerable to downright insufferable. And Juliette? Where did she even go? She went from badass to passive, and it's just frustrating to watch.

The worldbuilding and plot? Yeah, still confused. And that ending? Talk about rushed and unsatisfying. So many loose ends, so many unanswered questions. And that epilogue? Don't even get me started.

In the end, the only enjoyment I got out of this mess was from Kenji's inner thoughts. That guy's a gem, always finding a way to lighten the mood.

Seriously, Mafi, this series should've stayed a trilogy. Don't even think about coming back with more books later on. I'll riot, but let's be real, I'll probably still end up reading them because I'm a glutton for punishment.

BELIEVE ME #7 [NOVELLA]: 5/5 stars

Let me tell you, when I heard about this new book coming out, I was hyped! "Imagine Me" didn't quite give us the closure we needed, so I was ready to dive back into this world.

And Aaron Warner? Damn, that guy knows how to turn up the heat. Chapter 8? I was not prepared for that level of steaminess. I thought we'd get a fade to black moment, but by the end of it, I was sweating buckets. My legs? Let's just say they were done for!

But beyond the romance, I was really digging the world-building in this book. Finally getting some insight into their plans to restore the planet was a breath of fresh air after the uncertainty of "Imagine Me."

But man, these characters? They feel like family to me. Seeing them find happiness just warms my heart. It's like revisiting old friends after all these years.

There are some more novella like:

"Destroy Me" - Aaron Warner's point of view

"Fracture Me" - Adam Kent's point of view

"Shadow Me" - Kenji Kishimoto's point of view

"Reveal Me" - Kenji Kishimoto's point of view

"Imagine Me" - Juliette Ferrars' (Ella Sommers') point of view

"Believe Me" - Aaron Warner's point of view

So there you have it, folks! 'Shatter Me' series has taken us on one wild adventure. Whether you loved it, hated it, or fell somewhere in between, one thing's for sure: Tahereh Mafi has given us a story to remember. And with that, it's time to bid adieu to Juliette, Warner, Kenji, and the rest of the crew. Until next time, happy reading!

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