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lazyneonrabbitt · 4 months

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Daryl Dixon x reader | SMUT 🔞

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

The gates opened with that familiar creak that had you stumble out of your bed and stare out of your window.

Like clockwork you watched the community's hunter return from his trip. The beast man's steps were heavy as he carried in a large deer and a boar that hung over his back, together with a bunch of squirrels he'd strung up.

Almost ceremoniously the smaller hunted animals were taken from him as he slowly walked past your window.

You followed the movements of his large paws, wishing to be able to hold them in your hands on day and just rub at the pads. His tail wrapped up in that red rag that identified him from further away since his human form also carried it. You loved how his fur was the exact color of his hair and even the greying beard he sported carried over to his beast shape.

His tail swished from side to side with each step and it almost hypnotized you. So much that you hadn't noticed your father waltzing into your room and catching you staring at the one thing he hated most.

Like a disobedient child he grabbed you by the back of your shirt dragging you away as you let out a shriek at the initial contact.

Out of your view the hunter perked up at the sound, staring at your empty window. He found it curious to not see your familiar face there, now that he for once did fully look up. Your admiring from afar had him intrigued but he had never seen you outside to talk.

As your father dragged you out of your room you cried but your mother only shook her head with a saddened look in her eyes.

"How many times do I have to tell you that ..thing! is the devil!" His shouts went right through you, your mother still not speaking and just standing by and watch.

Not that it surprised you. It had been like this ever since the group came to the community and the beast had saved many people.

Ever since the dead started walking your father had been insanely protective of you and to your luck he was one of the folks in charge of this housing area and held a high rank in the community.

You were his precious little girl and even now as an adult he still saw you like that and never let go of that need to protect you.

"Let me go!" You screamed at him, watching as your mom stood there in the door opening, doing nothing.

You managed to worm your way out of his grasp and sprint out of the front door.

Daryl had heard a shriek and paused his trek to the supply room. As he listened in he heard the yelling and stood at the ready in case someone needed to interfere.

He wasn't going to just rush in due to the opinion these specific people already had of him, so only of really needed he'd go in.

Not that it was, as the woman he had caught glimpses of now came stumbling down the porch steps, clearly in panic.

Running onto the street you collapsed yourself against the beast you knew your father wouldn't get near. You grabbed handfuls of his fur and cried your heart out. Crocodile tears, but the bystanders didn't have to know that.

A large paw came to rest on your back as your father rushed onto the street.

Daryl watched him holding a rifle, ready to shoot as he was calling him all kinds of nonsense names. After looking back and seeing the rifle you clung to his fur just a little tighter.

You felt the rumble through your entire body when Daryl let out a warning growl.

You dared to sneak a peek at your house, where you spotted your mother, again backed ip in the doorway and crying.

All you wanted to do was scream at her to speak up, but the rifle currently pointed in your direction silenced you. And then the familiar sound of a round loading into the chamber caught your ear and Daryl ducked further behind you. He knew your father wasn't gonna shoot you.

The scene was interrupted as your mother jumped forward to grab her husband's shoulders. "You can't! You'll hit her!" She cried as her hands were roughly shaken off the man's frame as he again took aim. "Don't worry, I'm a great shot."

You jumped up at his words, shielding Daryl's frame with a wide stance.

"Why would you even shoot him? He's a friend! He provides for us.." You felt Daryl's head rest against you in response and held a paw around your leg.

Your voice cracked as you yelled at your father, tears now anything but fake.

"Don't you see? That's a monster!"

A crowd had formed by now as you yelled at each other until Carol stepped in, wondering in her kindest voice what seemed to be going on.

You knew Carol, she was the sweet lady who brought food all the time. Even while being part of Daryl's group your parents quickly accepted her.

"Do you wanna lower the gun, please?" Carol approached cautiously. "You're scaring your wife and daughter."

The rifle lowered slightly before being used to aggressively point back as he continued raving about how his daughter was defending a demon.

"You don't even know him!" You snapped back before Carol could answer. It wasn't that you did knew him at all either, which your father made very clear as he cursed at your disobedience.

"You kept me locked inside, I couldn't get to know him.." You cried out between tears, feeling Daryl carefully nudge your hand with his snout.

"From what I'm hearing right now I think it's best you and your daughter are staying separated for a while." And before he could respond she added "she'll be staying in my home. We are friends and I know she's comfortable around me."

After some more back and forth without a pointed gun, efforts to avoid the argument shifting back to Daryl and finally some words from your mother the agreement was done. You were watched like a hawk as you and Carol packed your most important items up and eventually left for her home.

It was strange, spending your time in a new home. Even stranger to hear a shower running while thinking Carol lived alone as she never mentioned any housemates.

She helped you take your items upstairs and sort out anything you could keep downstairs like coats and shoes.

"You can do whatever you want in here. Just make sure to tag along with me if you wanna go outside for the near future, okay?" Carol tried her best to work with everyone's rules and requests and for now it seemed to be good.

You spent your first days relaxing and reading. Carol had allowed you to rummage through the books she kept in the living room and you found a thick book on werewolf mythology and history. Maybe she kept it to learn stuff about Daryl.

And you wanted to learn as well so you spent your time in bed with the book, reading about the strengths, weaknesses and changes of werewolves. There were chapters about their changed anatomy too that went into full detail.

During dinner you heard a door and stairs before a half asleep, grumbly Daryl emerged from the downstairs room.

"Morning, Pookie. Made your favorite." Carol got up to grab him a plate as Daryl sat down at the table and greeted you tiredly.

You three ate dinner mostly in silence with Daryl still being half asleep and you being too nervous to speak and were internally worrying if the way you ate was normal.

And of course Carol caught on as you two washed the dishes as Daryl had passed out on the couch almost immediately after putting his plate away.

"His hunting trips tire him out, he sleeps almost the whole time for like four days after." She gives a loving glance at her best friend. He looked like those old world dads that took their after work nap while moms cooked dinner. It was cute, honestly. And that little peek of happy trail underneath the ridden up hem of his shirt was pretty distracting.

You continued the dishes and laughed with Carol, who promised to take you along on her trip through the community to clear her list of tasks.

You finished up and headed back upstairs to continue study your book, eventually passing out with it open beside you.

It wasn't long before Daryl joined you in the bed, laying down behind you and pulling you close into his chest. Your body warmed up immediately as his soft growly breaths fanned your ear and his hard length pressed against your clothed backside.

A soft sigh left you as you pressed back against him. You wondered what he looked like, bit you weren't going to interrupt him and ask. His hands slipped the fabric off your body and you felt his thick cock slip between your thighs.

Your breathing picked up as you felt his hand snake to your front and guided himself between your folds and pressing in oh so slow.

You moaned as he slid in and out at a calm pace with his hands grabbing at your chest.

He felt so good inside of you and you could feel yourself getting so, so close--

What? A knock on your door woke you from your dream.

"Yer okay?" Daryl's raspy voice wondered, but as he breathed in he needed no answer. Your panting clearly wasn't from a nightmare. Your bedside lamp was still on and his old lycantrophy book was open next to you on a ..more intimate chapter.

When you didn't answer his question in embarrassment but seemed to be okay in any other way he gave you a huff and a smile. "'M headin' fer a shower. Wan' me back here after?"

A very shy nod was all you could muster before he left with a quiet "back in a bit."

As the door closed you put the book away and curled away under the blankets. Entirely flushed by the situation and embarrassed of how he caught you just now.

You were so caught up in your own misery you hadn't realized he walked into the room until your mattress dipped on the side and the blanket was lifted off your head.

Wide eyes, caught off guard, stared up at him. His hair still wet and a soft smile on his face. "Hi," was all he said before dipping his head down and nuzzling your cheek, not wanting to kiss you without being sure you'd allow him to. He kept his seated position at your side until you gave him the okay to come lay down.

But it was clear you were still a bit shy from before.

"Can ya show me what ya want?" His voice was much softer than usual, sending shivers down your body that collected all the way down to your core.

You rolled onto your back, hands slowly coming out from under the blanket to hang still halfway between you two for a moment before they settle on his arms and tug ever so softly, scared to seem too forward. He let his arms be moved, one ending on each side of you and his body soon followed.

The blanket stayed in place to form a comfortable barrier for you to remove when ready, but for now he was content like this. "Wha's yer next plan, pretty lady?" His hand lifted to caress your cheek and brush a strand of hair out of your face. You didn't answer but without thinking you stared down as your mind went back to your dream and the book you were reading.

Daryl caught your eyes moving down his body and let out a soft laugh. "How 'bout ya share tha' dream from earlier. Can do tha' for real this time."

A short moment of silence passed that Daryl used to take in your features properly this time until you finally nodded. "Okay."

You moved the blanket down while Daryl moved off it to give you more space to move, patting the mattress behind you for him to lay down. Feeling the mattress dip behind you really kicked your nerves into high gear and Daryl noticed. He placed himself down gently, an arm over your waist to test the waters. He had no clue how experienced you were or weren't thanks to your living situation so tonight wad all at your pace. Although it was getting difficult to keep his urges to himself as his mind howled at him to 'just take and claim her'.

Your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Can I.. see you?" It wasn't the whole question, but it was all you could get out.

"Take ma clothes off?" A shy "Please" was all he needed to take off his shirt and shuffle off his sweats. "All the way?" He questioned before removing his underwear as well on your request.

"Can yers come off?" His fingers had already found the hem of your shirt and the elastic of your panties, slowly moving his hand around your bare skin.

"Uhuh." Your hips lifted just enough for your shirt to be pulled up and rolled back to lift your shoulders for it to come off entirely. With the blanket slipped down Daryl's eyes found your chest immediately and looked at you with pleading eyes.

When you gave him permission his lips were on your skin, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. You arched your back in response, pressing your ass right against his hardening member and earning a soft moan from the man. Humming in response you repeated the motion until a hand gripped at your hips. Quickly stilling all movement as you felt claws digging into your skin. You pushed down the blanket to see. The skin around his fingertips had darkened and his nails had grown into long, thick claws. The deep rugged breaths fanning your ear had you look back at him only to see bright blue eyes and sharp fangs. His ears now pointed our from underneath his messy hair.

"Please.. show me?" They still weren't the words you were trying to say but you couldn't get them out, too embarrassed to ask.

The question mulled around in Daryl's mind for a moment, wondering if he was really going to change for her.

But who was he to deny her request? He knew he wouldn't hurt her and had seen her more often than not staring from her window.

So he nodded. "Yeah, alright." To which she smiled widely, unable to hold her excitement in.

A quick kiss was shared before he lifted himself up to his knees as he let the change wash over him. It was a quick process for him these days and it only caused some mind discomfort that faded as soon as the change was done.

You watched him shift into his large beast form with awe, being below him only intensified it all.

When his breathing evened out and his shape now was that of a beast he slowly blinked at you, showing he trusted you.

You were gorgeous beneath him. And he was beautiful above you.

Yet neither of you moved. He was letting you take him all in now that you were close and not watching from behind glass.

All that was heard in the room was Daryl's heavy breathing as he watched your hand lift up and reach out to touch the thick muscle of his arm.

You watched his head come down and gently lick your arm at the spot you touched him. And then your hand moved. To his shoulder, up to the side of his neck and his tongue followed. To your shoulder, onto your neck. His wet nose rested against your skin as he let out a noise akin to a purr. Ever so slowly you moved your hand again, resting it on his chest and giving the soft flesh a little squeeze. You couldn’t help yourself when he looked so soft and squishable.

You felt his wet tongue dart across your neck, moving down with each lap and reaching the sensitive skin of your nipple, easily engulfing the whole area in a layer of drool and making you sigh in relief.

One of your hands went to rest on the bridge of his snout and softly pushed downward. A whimper escaped your lips as Daryl complied and moved down until your pushing stopped. He had needed to back up a little and almost stepped off the bed in the process but managed to curl up with his maw right above your centre. Jaw hanging open with his tongue lolled out, sniffing and lapping at nothing as he salivated. You had spread your legs for him but still his large paws came to rest on your thighs before he nudged his snout against your lips and licked a broad strip making you moan out his name.

Just as he shoved his tongue against your clit he let out a hum, sending vibrations straight through you. Soon after you were squirming under his grasp, whining and begging for nothing in particular until he slowed his movements and moved back to hover above you, still licking his lips.

With how he was sitting over you, you realized you had a very clear look at his delicate its full glory. And it was scarily big. Everything about him was big, his tongue had reached deeper than anything else ever had, but seeing how it hung just above your stomach and reached as far up as It did, with that big, swollen knot at the base..

Now it was Daryl’s turn to let out a whine. He repositioned himself so his length rested snug between your puffy lips, moving his hips back and forth to get at least some kind of friction and panting at you, almost begging to press it past your entrance.

Reaching down you gave his cock a rub, trying to wrap your fingers around but them never meeting with how thick he was.

She used both hands to squeeze at him while he kept moving around. A particularly loud whine made you feel bad for him and finally gave into both of your wants.

When he pulled his hips back you maneuvered his tip between your folds and into you on his forward thrust, catching him off guard.

He felt his tip being enveloped in your walls and jerked his hips, pressing further than he wanted and earning a yelp from you.

"Ow." You breathed heavily but still managed to laugh, which helped ease Daryl's worry of hurting you.

He didn't move until you gave him the okay. Slow, careful thrusts were his way to go, each few thrusts adding an inch. After a good few inches, almost three quarters of his length inside of you your face scrunched in pain. "Too big.." you sighed with a flat hand on his chest. He grumbled an apology and wrapped his hand around himself, making sure he would't thrust deeper as he kept going at any pace you could handle. Slowly speeding up as no noises of protest came and he only heard soft moans and pleas. His head was right next to yours, panting softly as he rutted into you, taking in your increasingly needy sounds.

"C..close" you breathed as your hand reached to feel the bulge in your stomach his cock made. An acknowledging growl let you know he understood and not too long after when his thrusts got more sloppy he reached a paw to rub at gour clit, working to get you both off at the same time.

"Fuckk--" his rough pawpad felt so good on your most sensitive parts you came hard, your walls constricting around his length so delicious it took him two, three more thrusts before finishing with a muffled howl.

Daryl lapped at your skin in a comforting manner, from your cheek to your chest like he was telling you "you did great."

He slowly pulled out and nudged you hips, gesturing at the door. He was telling you to go clean up. You could feel him leaking out of you so squeezing as best as possible you waddled to the bathroom only to return to Daryl comfortably resting on your bed, lifting the pre-warmed blanket for you to join him.

It felt safe like this, with his strong frame curled around you it was like nothing could hurt you anymore and sleep took you in a way calmer embrace than ever before.

The next morning when you woke up you found Daryl back in his human form blinking the sleep from his eyes and grunting a good morning.

You lazily smiled at his groggy morning voice and leaned in for a quick kiss, whispering your own good morning in return.

You shared some cuddles until your stomach called out for food so loudly it had you both roll out of bed with laughter and head downstairs after getting dressed.

Neither in those moments, now or before had thought of the reason they even shared a house. Their loving housemate Carol, who, from her spot in the kitchen called out upon hearing two pairs of feet come down the stairs.

"How was it? Did you use protection or do I need to puppy-proof the house?"

A/N: y'all may thank @celtic-crossbow for that fantastic closing line.

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mirrorpriest · 5 months

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Creator Reader dropped into Mondstadt

[the description of mondstadt’s wilderness doesn’t fit what’s in game but shhh i’m working from imagination here, POV also gets a little fucky in here bc i started with key scenes i wanted to hit in the story and then started writing for reader immersion]

The waterfall does little to wash away the buildup of oil and grime in your hair, hardly budging the dirt caked to your skin. It’s so different from the warm showers and fragrant soaps you are used to. The cool of the water at least feels good in your mouth, washing down the berries you had been desperately scavenging for the last few days. They were sweet and sour at first, a refreshing treat when you could find them, but the more you ate the more upset your stomach became. You can hardly bear the thought of another handful, but you haven’t seen another person in so long. Only the occasional white bird or wild boar kept you company. You are left to wonder how far from civilization you are. Will anyone find you before you waste away?

Perhaps it’s fortunate, then, that you will die in such a beautiful place. You had never taken the chance to appreciate nature so thoroughly, but the weather in this strange land is cool and temperate, the breeze always carrying the scent of something fresh and light you can’t quite place your finger on. Your head is clear, for once, of any trivial worries like catching the train or when your next shift will be; how much money you’ll be able to make or who at the drug store finds you unattractive. But that’s only because now you are worried about what you’ll catch from drinking the pond water, when you’ll be able to find your next meal, if you’ll ever see your loved ones again. What you wouldn’t give to be able to listen to your mother retell the same stories from her youth you’ve heard a million times. One day, you had simply woken up here. And, perhaps one day, sooner than you would hope, you will fall asleep here for the last time.

So lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice the creatures watching you from the trees until their bodies break through the brush, dark and furry against the green, green foliage. They emerge as one, ambling forward with graceless movements. Your eyes, once upturned to the rushing water, cautiously watch them approach. They stand on two legs, but look nothing like any person you’ve ever seen. Like any beast you’ve ever seen. Your arms fold into your chest, body shrinking at their attention. If not for the matching masks upon their faces, they would be staring unabashedly.

But they are the first sentient beings with the ability to help that you have seen in days, the first thing to find you amidst the thick of the forest, and you smell the burn of a campfire on their fur and tattered clothes as they draw closer. They don’t shy away as you move through the water, waiting at the water’s edge to meet you. The closest one, indistinguishable from the others, steps closer on clawed feet that distort under the clear water. The closer you move, the more monstrous their features seem. Fur covering their bodies, clawed fingers, pointed ears that fold back as you approach, but they make no move to attack. Heads folded down solemnly.

You reach out a cautious hand, finger outstretched to trace the paint across this strange creature’s mask. It stays eerily still, leaning forward for your touch, when the silence is broken by a loud, guttural cry. The furry creatures spring into action, scrambling to turn towards the distant cry, when a large sword comes from the brush and knocks them all back into the water. You startle into the pond, stumbling backwards into the waist-deep water.

There is the swing of metal and the strange cries of the masked creatures, a man in black knocking them all back with little effort. This man speaks in a language you don’t recognize, but you can tell his tone is stern and unyielding. It’s so sudden in the calm of the forest, the first voice you’ve heard in so long, that it rings in your ears. The creatures hardly have the chance to fight back, some raising flimsy, hand-crafted weapons, before their bodies are scattered along the ground. The loud clomping of a heavy creature comes up behind the man, you turn away from the carnage then. The sound of a heavy body taking blows and disgruntled screaming follows, it forces your hands up to cover your ears. Suddenly you long for the worry of finding berries and cleaning away dirt over the worry of who will be merciful towards you in the end. You can’t tell which creature you were close to touching, now among the indistinguishable bodies that litter the bank of the pond. The area falls silent once again. The strange man, who felled the beasts you hadn’t even the chance to meet, stands among the falling clouds of dirt, his brow pinched and mouth open around his heaving breath. His eyes watch you like a hawk, searching your face for… Something. You feel yourself, once again, shrink away at his gaze. His chest is broad, rising and falling in great puffs, and his large hands still clasp the claymore in their grip.

He speaks words you don’t understand, his great weapon vanishing in a shudder of light, as he takes a tentative step closer to you. He’s remarkably pale, made even moreso against the dark clothing he wears. But you know you have no choice but to meet this man halfway, reaching out a hand to be pulled from the water.

To see the water cascading down your skin, glimmering like the brightest gem. Shining and unblemished, the sun reflecting all around you in a way he hadn’t ever allowed himself to imagine. It would be blasphemy to imagine your skin so bare. Flesh like smooth, tumbled stone. This red-haired stranger coaxes for you, a hand reaching towards you, upturned. Contrary to the brutish way he dealt with those strange creatures, he gently wades into the water to take your hand, swinging his long coat around your shoulders. Up close you can see the flush across his cheeks that rivals the red of his hair. You allow this man to lead you from the water up onto the bank so you can retrieve your sullied clothes. You try to ask him where you are, but, again, his brow pinches: this time in confusion. He mutters something low to himself, instead offering his elbow to you. At least this gesture you understand.

You don’t know how long he leads you, keeping his pace measured to your own, before the tree line breaks and you come upon what looks like a farm. The dense forest gives way to grapevines stretching as far as you can see, all carefully line up like dominos, bursting with bright red fruits that make your stomach curl uncomfortably. You’re so desperately hungry for something other than fruit, but above that you are so desperately hungry. You realize what a privilege it is to be picky about what you have to put in your mouth.

The red-haired stranger allows you time to marvel over the rows of grapes, gently coaxing you towards the large manor in the whole big center of it all. It’s only when you’ve moved closer to the large estate that you realize there are other people here, they mill around comfortably and content to live a slow life of vineyard labor. Completely unaware and unknowing to a stranger almost starving to death in the forest they reside.

There are many young women rushing around when the man leads you up the manor steps, but they all stop to dutifully bow their heads at him. They speak the same strange language, quickly snapping to attention when their eyes fall on you. Suddenly you realize how utterly drowned and dirty you look among these perfectly prim maids with their pressed white aprons. You bashfully lower your gaze to avoid their eyes, missing the recognition and, ultimately, the reverence there. The man speaks in a stern voice, almost startling you with how firm his voice suddenly is, gesturing towards a maid who stands above the rest. She is lovely and pleasant, curled brown hair and a practiced smile on her lips. She nods at his words, motioning to take your arm from around his. You sheepishly allow her to lead you into the large manor, fingers folded around the clean black sleeve of her uniform like a child.

She carefully and slowly leads you through the manor and up the steps, unaware of the overstimulated rush to your brain as you try to grasp all that you are seeing and smelling and hearing. Your attention tries to focus entirely on the satisfying click of her polished heels, your aching feet climbing step by step with her’s to a certain door among all the others. Behind it is a lavish bedroom, a bed so tempting you almost move to collapse on it. She cooes soothingly to you, words you don’t recognize but can distinguish as motherly reassurance. You decide to trust her, if only because her brown eyes are warm and clear.

This maid leads you to the bath of the lavish room, instantly removing her arm from your grasp to bustle about. You don’t recognize any of the concoctions or bottles she grasps, focus wandering to your own disheveled appearance in the mirror, until she turns the tap of the large bathtub and there’s a rush of water that quickly steams the glass. It makes your heart leap happily against your ribs, even if you are still quite embarrassed, to think you will finally be getting a warm wash after so long. So ashamed of your own dirty appearance you can’t bring yourself to mind as she helps you remove your soiled clothing, your own skin cleaner than the outfit you wear.

Her hand is steady as she helps you into the bath, lowering you into the steaming water that quickly reddens your skin. But your muscles ache for relief, your sense of self aches for cleanliness. You expect her to leave, but the diligent maid sets to work immediately as you relax. She kneels upon the fluffy cushion beside the bathtub to pour a creamy, fragrant mixture into her palm, thoroughly warming it with her hands before smoothing it along your scalp. She carefully works the mixture and her fingertips through your hairline, massaging the muscles at the base of your head and working up. She presses with measured strength, nails wearing away the build up of skin and sebum from your follicles. You allow your head to loll back into her reliable hands, comforted into complacency.

Adelinde washes at your scalp with a firm touch, the suds dribbling down your strands to fall into the bath water. Her attention is drawn by the slight hairs trailing from the base of your hairline and disappearing down the nape of your unblemished neck, soft and intimate. Her fingers move diligently in a practiced and familiar way, as a carpenter would refine his millionth wooden chair, clearing away all the oil and dirt that had gotten trapped along your scalp and behind your ears. The weight of trying to survive for days in the woods comes crashing down, worked away by this caring maid and her sure hands. Her touch is lighter than ever with you, careful to not tug or nails to scrape along your skin. You are, after all, especially precious company. She brings a pitcher of clear water up to rinse away the soap, her other hand gently tipping back your forehead to avoid your eyes. When she’s satisfied you’re clean, Adelinde works a thicker mixture into your hair, trailing her hands down to the ends where she wicks them of excess water. The conditioner smooths down all the roughness of the accumulated days, soothing your stressed strands back into their natural position.

You don’t notice the other two maids that have arrived until Adelinde helps you out of the tub, standing at the ready for orders to tend to you. One of them has long dark locks held appropriately back by her uniform headpiece. The other is distinguishable by the gemstone on her collar, it shines unnaturally bright. So obvious among the standard outfit of all the maids you’ve seen. Adelinde turns her head just the slightest away from you to address one of the young ladies, who immediately springs away to somewhere past the bathroom door. The other moves around you as Adelinde leads you to sit on the stool before the bathroom mirror, this young lady twitching hesitantly and unsure under the careful watch of the head maid. This new maid seems unsure whether she’s allowed to touch you, hands folded carefully upon her apron. If only you had the means to reassure her.

The maid with the gemstone collar weaves her fingers through your hair, a powerful breeze moved by her fingers and caressing each strand. She moves delicately, careful not to tug too harshly on your scalp. The smell of fresh dandelions and open fields moved by her very will. You want to startle away, look for whatever blowdryer you’re sure she has to be using, but your body still aches and hunger claws away your stomach and reason. You tilt your head back into her touch, the fidgeting of her nervous fingers soothed at your pleased hum.

It's an hour, maybe two, before your hair is dry. The minutes weave together as you blink back sleep, eyelids heavy under the gentle, warm breeze that blows across the skin of your scalp and neck. When you glance in the mirror to look back at the young maid, she catches your eye and gives you a bashful smile, power from her fingers petering out until the breeze has left nothing but a tingle across your nerves. Only when Adelinde orders the maid away and moves to take your hand do you remember she's there.

She leads you, careful and sure, back into the bedroom where you assume you'll finally get some rest, but instead you find clothes laid across the bed. The idea of getting dressed and doing anything else already makes your aching muscles feel weary, but you don't bother to protest lest their hospitality withers away. Not that she would be able to understand you, anyway. You should feel bashful as she dresses you, would if the situation were different, but this maid's touch feels sterile. Like she's dressing a marble statue instead of your body. All your humanity swept away with the dirty water. There's a gentleness to her touch, barely grazing her knuckles across your skin as she buttons the pressed shirt, that borders on cautious. The careful way these maids, even the strange man, have handled you almost puts you on edge. You've never been cared for so tenderly even by those that love you. Surely... Surely, this isn't just because you're a guest. You wish you had the means to ask why they are acting so attentively.

When you step out into the hall together a heavenly scent floods your nose, an impatient rumble coming from your stomach. You can't hurry down the stairs fast enough, trying to restrain yourself to the polite pace Adelinde takes. You're led into a lavish dining room, perfectly fit and furnished for the stately manor, where the red-haired man waits. He's standing, at attention the moment he sees you enter, waiting politely for you to take your seat. As if you were a most important guest. You shuffle on your feet, in borrowed clothes and covered in borrowed scents bestowed by his borrowed maids, hastily sitting when the waiting butler pulls out your seat.

Now... Well, now you wish you hadn't sat down. You are served by the polite and practiced staff, while the red-haired man watches you with what you feel to be an undeserved respect. Plates are set before the both of you, filled to the brim with the most beautiful food you've ever seen. A generosity of choices, from buttered vegetables to succulent meats. You've never seen food so worthy of being called art. Though you two can't converse, he seems content to simply watch you. It makes you slow your eating despite the painful twist of hunger in your stomach, sitting up straighter to appear more worthy of such effort. This man has been so strange since he first laid eyes on you.

You hope he's just altruistically generous when it comes to people in crisis, but you can't help feeling there's something you're missing.

#genshin impact x reader #txt #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #reader insert #diluc ragnvindr #yandere diluc #i saw someone post a fic with a similar setup to this one recently but ive been writing this thing for months now im NOT deleting it >:(#its OUR setup now comrade

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dootznbootz · 3 months

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Hi, what do you think about epic the musical as an Odyssey fan? Just curious

As an Epic the musical fan, I LOVE IT! Everyone's so talented and I love the music style!!! It's super fun and creative and it's amazing that Jay basically writes it all himself!

As an Odyssey fan... It's INCREDIBLY different. To the point where it's more "Odyssey inspired" than the actual Odyssey. But that's the thing. I wouldn't say Jay WANTS it to be word for word Odyssey and I DO think that'd be...kind of hard to do? Especially for Modern day.

It still has most of the "spirit" of the Odyssey though I feel like which is SUPER important. I'm saddened that very few adaptations really "balance" Odysseus' assholery and "goodness". I love "shithead Odysseus" but personally, I'm happy as long as an adaptation keeps to a "family man who wants to go home" for the most part :D (I really fucking hate the whole "Odysseus! The clever, swashbuckling hero who gets all the babes! ...He has a family?!" bullshit. That's very much not him. (He likes shiny things, yes but that's it)

More personal rambles below :D

I think it's interesting that Polites in Epic is more "peaceful" when in the Odyssey, he's called "captain of armies". And the fact he's killed right away when he was one of the last men alive.

Also Odysseus' and Eurylochus' friendship! I think it's sweet in the musical while in the Odyssey, it's quite tense. It gets more and more tense in Epic later on obviously but in the odyssey, it's been tense for a WHILE. Also!

Shout out to Armando Julian! Eurylochus' actor! I see a lot of people talk about Polites, Poseidon, Circe, and Hermes and they get a lot of fanart and love with their songs (rightfully so, ofc!!!) but Armando is really talented and people really sleep on Luck Runs Out! I'm about to become a vocal nerd for a moment. He's got a wonderful vibrato! I really love how he sings "feed" during Full Speed Ahead and "Captain, please" during Remember Them for example. His voice really fits with "speaking on behalf of the crew".

I know most people have a lot of feelings with the Circe Saga but I think that Jay did a great job considering... everything. Book 10 and 12 of the Odyssey are very complicated and I don't blame Jay for not wanting to delve into EVERYTHING with that. Odyssey Odysseus gets SA'd twice and while "I'm Not Sorry for Loving You" makes me worry, I really do think Jay will pull through with how fucked up Calypso's situation while still not having the graphic scenes in the Odyssey. It would be very hard to not only have what was basically an exchange for his men to be turned back to humans but if he interprets it happening throughout the entire year like some readers do, then that's really hard. :'D To truly portray Odysseus' fear of Circe while still having her be morally gray. As she very likely didn't mean Odysseus harm after a certain point but he was still afraid regardless.

Not only trying to not have such disturbing stuff shown in his musical but also, I think Jay was possibly trying to be considerate of Madeline Miller's Circe fans while still trying to show Odysseus discomfort and distress???? 😅 Sounds weird but like, as soon as I heard Circe talking about the nymphs being like her daughters and that she protects them, I thought that. That book is HUGE and I'm sure that many fans of it don't necessarily want to see Circe's "I do whatever I want. I don't need a reason. Woe, Oink be upon ye." as the most likely reason they were turned into pigs in the Odyssey is that ODYSSEUS is associated with them (the boar scar, the metaphors when talking about him in the Iliad, his trusted Swineherd Eumeaus, BOAR TUSK HELMET. Like, that's kind of the animal that represents Odysseus. (even when a spear pierces through a boar's hide, it'll STILL charge as they're that ferocious and determined...Just like Odysseus, a man who should be dead but isn't because of his will to go home. Homer didn't write them being turned into pigs necessarily as a "Men are pigs" thing.

I think the modern shift in how the situation seen today and other media of the Odyssey is why he wrote the songs he did. And considering it all? He did a good job navigating it. I'm very happy with the results!

I have more thoughts probably but those have been stewing in my brain for a while :D I definitely look forward to the next sagas!

#Mad rambles #ask #anon #shot by odysseus #silly thing but as I basically write Odysseus (and Penelope) as asexual. whenever I see stuff that's like 'Odysseus pushed aside his lust i #order to stay loyal' I get confused like “He didn't get lust in the first place? OHHHH yeah. My headcanon.”#He wants Penelope. Even if there was an easier “better” woman who might possibly even look similar. he doesn't want it.#like xD I mention him finding Penelope's strange naiad traits but if someone else does the same things she does? He'll still be like 😐

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Why you don't like the ship of harwin and rhaenyra? He is the only man in her lifes who treat her kindly and show actual love. All the other, like viserys criston daemon ecc, treat her like shit

Hello, anon. I agree with you about every single man in her life treating Rhaenyra horribly but Harwin is no different.

He's her sworn shield after Criston is called by Alicent's side, her supposed "champion". But the show gave us so little about him that I literally cannot, for the life of me, grasp the love this man gets. All we get of him is that he's basically a glorified boytoy, what Criston would've been had he put Rhaenyra before his honour.

From the books, we know that several sisters of his are Rhae's ladies-in-waiting, his father is the Hand when Otto leaves for a brief period of time and he's generally at court for long before Rhaenyra marries. This makes Harwin the man who watched her grow up, GROW UP. She was a KID when he started buzzing around her or her court.

The first time they interact in the show, it's when Harwin gives her that (nothing short of disgusting other than impressed imo) when she's back to the camp with a boar during Aegon's name day, the second is a year later when he tackles her in the streets, mistaking her for a boy when she's out with Daemon. He lets her go when he spots him. Timeskip happens, we learn that they're lovers and they have three kids together.

Where's the buildup?????? Where's the reason for me to love them as a couple or him as Rhae's partner???? Must we assume he started getting the hots for her when he saw her drenched in blood in that camp? SHE WAS F*CKING 16!

Also, let's not pretend he did anything to help besides warming her bed and making her a mother of 3 before she hit 25. He knew there were rumors, he was pretty much aware of what people thought and what he, Rhae and their kids were risking. Guess what he did about it? Absolutely f*cking nothing.

He didn't marry, he didn't go back to Harrenhall, he acted defensive when his father brought the question up.

Viserys and Alicent sending him away was what it took for him to finally back away from this girl. After, obviously, screwing everything up astronomically. You can go after Criston's bitterness all you want, you can call him jealous (honestly I don't think he is, but that's for another post). But his reaction in the fields is nothing short of ridiculous imo.

What did Criston say? That he was protecting Luke like a father would rather than a trainer. A provocation, a comment that should've flew right in and out of Harwin's ears, if he was as honourable as the fandom makes him out to be. He could've said that it doesn't take being the child's father to notice how callously he's treating him. It could've turned into a meme-worth scene of two men absolutely hating each other's guts but seething right from their asses about not being able to just leap and tear at each other for all they're worth.

What would be wrong? Being called his son's father, great heavens. He could've just went "oh shit" and could've walked away after making sure baby Luke was okay, but what did he did? He handed Criston's ass to him, which was exactly what he wanted.

This man viewed that comment as disrespect to his honor, a stain in his pride. Because being pointed out as a rumored ( not really rumored to him, he knows he is, which just makes it worse) bastard's father is DISGRACEFUL to him. He knows EXACTLY what Rhaenyra, the heir, risks, and does nothing but worsen her position further. If he cared about those kids, or if he was just deluding himself into playing happy family with her, I can't say.

I don't think he hates them, mind you. I'm not here to dehumanize him. They're his own flesh and blood, he loves them, he wishes to love them and be in his life like a father should. I think it's (rightfully) a pain in the ass watching another man raise your children. He could've done it to protect Luke, but it's not his job to remind Criston that insinuating that Rhaenyra has sired bastards is treason. That outburst was unnecessary, at least to me. It did nothing but worsen everything. Knowing Alicent, and how she made Criston apologize for calling Rhae a c*nt with a simple glare, SHE'D scold that rascal good the moment she hears of it.

Harwin would hold back, at the very least, if he actually lived up to TB's standards. For Rhae, Jace, Luke and Joff's sake. I'm not going to act like Rhae is innocent but fuck anyone who thinks she's the only one at fault. She was barely an adult when they started interacting.

BONUS:

*chef's kiss* Unforgettable. As if being from a lower class is the only bad thing there is about the dude you were beating to a pulp just three seconds ago. Although that's less about Harwin and Rhae and more about Harwin but whatever.

#hotd #hotd discussion #hotd discourse #team green #anti harwin strong #anti rhaewin #anon #asks

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what do you think really happened in the bathrooms before laurent got damen whipped in cp? we know damen is an unreliable narrator and that laurent also can’t be completely trusted.

because the way damen described it in the moment (and later chapters too) , it seemed like he got aroused and paused his hands where he shouldn’t have:

“He had now progressed far enough in his undertaking that he encountered curves… “He looked down, and the wash cloth slowed”

“I promise you, Govart did a great deal more than simply enjoy the view.”

but then a couple chapters latter laurent says stuff like:

“Your style of grabbing your partner and kicking their legs open does stand out in the memory”

“I recall you being free with your own hands, not so very long ago”

so… what do you think happened? i love reading your opinions!

Oh this is something I have mused on before! Thanks so much for the ask and for saying you love to read my opinions.

As always, I want to preface my analysis by saying, textual analysis is down to personal interpretations, and it's really okay to disagree.

So let's unpick the entire scene!

I'm really sorry, this is going to be...very long 🤦🏽‍♀️

I'm going to go a bit further with this to begin with, to think about why Laurent actually engineered this scene.

Laurent is at this moment in a huge state of anger and pain. His need for revenge is burning deeply within him. He can be dangerously volatile, and deadly with it, and I think the fact that he is being forced to suppress any emotional reactions to this horrible act of psychological cruelty on the part of the Regent (the sending of Damen to him as a slave), is making things worse (like pressure building up and up, until the force of the explosion becomes lethal).

This is what Laurent says in Ch 14 of PG about his treatment of Damen in CP, at Arles:

Laurent was so angry at Arles, he can't find the right word to describe the intensity of it? Or perhaps it was also fear and the need for revenge and hurt and pain all intermingled with anger, which there is no word for? Either way he was incendiary with pure fury.

Quick recap: Previously to the scene in the baths, Laurent tried to have Damen raped in the ring by Govart, drugging him with chalis. But Damen won, and refused to rape Nicaise, a moment that confuses Laurent. Not only this, but the Regent explicitly told him not to hurt Damen as a form of keeping peace with Akielos and so Laurent waits six days until the Regent has gone to Chastillon to hunt boar, for them to be "alone".

I think it's a fairly well-known issue to readers and fans, that the reasoning for all this was surely grounded in Laurent's own sexual abuse and trauma and the need to inflict revenge on the man he blames on causing it by proxy (with the death of Auguste, there was no-one to protect him from the Regent). This doesn't make it right, but it provides us with a reason.

It is also clear that at this point in the novel, Laurent very much wants to prove that Damen is immoral and monstrous and that Laurent needs something concrete to happen, to be able to hurt him. Thus he conceives this plan.

The conversation between Damen and Laurent in this scene, literally makes me flinch. Laurent is so deadly and sharp in it:

Oh my god, the sentence "Laurent smiled" makes me so uneasy!

It is, of course, really pertinent that Laurent brings up Damen's refusal to rape Nicaise. That was a little crack in the way Laurent has constructed Damen in his head, as a brutish, thuggish aggressor (a Govart wrapped up in nicer packaging); a mindless killer; a monster.

I think Damen's first big mistake is getting pulled into this verbal knife fight, when he says "I'm quite cultured. Before I rape anyone I check to see if their voice has broken". Damen only said that to match Laurent- it's a riposte, meant as a sharp, sarcastic rejoinder, but I'm not sure that that's what Laurent hears. I think he would think as he smiled : 'ah, now Damianos, who thinks he is so honourable and clever, is starting to show the truth of himself'. It's really not a typically Damen thing to say. Laurent is succeeding in dragging him down off his moral high horse, and he's enjoying it.

The next thing Laurent does is equate killing with a sword to rape. This is a really common analogy, as swords and knives can be seen as phallic symbols. You'll see this interpretation in literary analysis and in psychological analysis of crimes and homicides, where the penetration of the body through stabbing via a knife or sword, is seen as a substitute sexual crime. I believe this is also Laurent's way of dragging Damen off of the moral high ground he was on, when he refused Audin's offer of Nicaise. Ok you won't rape a child. You're a murderer though, which is just as bad as a rapist. And let's see just how 'honourable' you are, shall we?

Additionally, I think Laurent is delighting in torturing Damen verbally, especially with the psychological stress it is causing Damen to talk of Marlas, veering him perilously close to 'discovery' each time.

The next part is very much about Laurent constructing a narrative about Damen in his head, as he paints a picture of Damen's psychology which makes him out to be a violent, pugnacious sadist.

I find that "new voice" of Damen's really interesting. I actually think no-one has ever spoken to Damen like this before? When would he have been so insulted and vilified, to his face? Also, I mean...Damen is a warrior par excellence, practically a demi-god, you'd have to be stupid to try and "goad" him into fighting you out of anger?

When someone does vilify you, it brings out a new facet of your personality. An angrier, vicious side to you. You know...just like the one that Laurent discovered in himself when the Regent villified him...(ahem, cough, parallels).

Now here comes the really interesting part.

What is Laurent thinking? He's filled with "dislike" but he's also "assessing" Damen, taking the moment to evaluate him. Moments before, Damen had weighed up the options of killing Laurent in the baths and had dismissed it. It would only lead to his own death. Damen acknowledges some men would be reckless and just "wring" Laurent's "neck", for the pleasure of it. A Govart type, for instance. Laurent took a gamble that Damen wouldn't (directly contradicting the way Laurent says Damen is stupid and mindlessly violent!), and he's "self-satisfied", a little smug and pleased with himself over the fact that he was right. Damen had expected "bravado" i.e. that Laurent would be scared, and would be trying to intimidate Damen as a consequence. Damen is yet to learn that being alone with Laurent is a dangerous thing (he realises this by chapter 7!). I think Laurent is also feeling self-satisfied, because he's waiting for the next stage of this set-up to begin.

Laurent's figured out that Damen finds him attractive already. Everyone finds him attractive, anyway. And so he's going to use his body and his looks as bait. If he can goad Damen into trying to assault or rape him, he will have every justifiable excuse to execute him or flog him to death...

Laurent makes Damen uncomfortable, by making him strip and undress him. It's a weird pantomine of lovers, undressing in front of each other or undressing each other. More importantly, it's what bed-slaves would routinely do for Damen, so they'd be standing nude before each other as a prelude to sexual acts in Akielos. That's what Laurent is banking on the atmosphere feeling like. It works too- Damen can't get his head around it; familiar patterns in an unfamiliar context.

Also, I just want to say how Laurent must have been very scared in this moment. He is very very good at hiding and suppressing his fear, dont get me wrong, but no-one would have ever seen his body naked like this as an adult, apart from Damen in this moment. No-one has probably touched his naked body since...well.

Damen gets pretty overwhelmed by the beauty of Laurent's body. The "flinty dislike" only stops him from probably grinning and openly drinking it all in with appreciation. Because he's certainly very complimentary in his head.

Sidebar: he's comparing Laurent's body for this kind of thing right?

Anyway forging ahead….

The next stage, is touching.

This is where Damen gets into real difficulties.

What I said earlier, regarding familiar patterns in Damen's mind, that, plus the heat of the baths, plus the intimacy of washing Laurent's body i.e. running his hands all over him, starts to get to him:

And..Damen, who has had his sexual desires catered to always in Akielos, who is a very sexual being in terms of his nature, cannot help but start to have very recent memories come back to him. He doesn't act on them quite yet though.

But that does happen in the next few moments:

So my interpretation of the "curves" Damen encounters, is Laurent's erm callipygian assets:

Now...this is very, very intimate. To wash someone's private parts. I do think Laurent had him start at his back, not his front also, deliberately, as he is trying to provoke him.

And Damen rises to the bait and does not act well. I think to him, it feels very sexual to be touching Laurent in his way, as Laurent intended, in a significant erogenous zone ...the place where he would....take him. The soap probably feels a little like lubricant. And Damen slows down, clearly looking. There's no textual evidence he does more than simply slow down, but stopping/pausing could be plausible.

That's Damen's second mistake. If he had stuck to practically and briskly washing Laurent, there would be no issue.

Laurent, of course, picks up on this flare of arousal...and Damen runs his mouth again with: "Too late, sweetheart".

I get a very strong feeling that this is part of the arrogance Laurent found unbearable in Damen from the start. He's been chained up as a slave and yet is still so big and strong, so good at fighting, so good at everything princely, so naturally charming and likeable (think of how Jord starts to warm to him pretty damn quickly!), that he doesn't ever seem weak, physically or emotionally. Damen sort of has still retained an air of 'nothing can really hurt me or scare me or get to me' and 'I'll obey you but we both know that's laughable really", that must really be pissing Laurent off. He's not seeing that Laurent is truly a danger to him. I think Laurent actually doesn't mind being underestimated by other people necessarily, as it probably fits into his plotting and planning e.g. Torveld not seeing how dangerous he is, for example, or no-one knowing how good a swordsman he is but his own guard, but it really angers him when it's from Damen. The "sweetheart" thing too, is Damen going from the start of the novel, what you think you have power over me? Please. So bringing that up again...is Damen's way of bucking against this control Laurent is trying to exert over him.

Trouble is, Laurent is really really furious now.

The third mistake Damen makes is catching Laurent before his blow can connect, and holding his wrist. From Damen's perspective, he just doesn't really fancy getting hit again in a way that would split his lip open. I think it's possible that he doesn't really think slowing his hands down for a few moments when he was ordered to wash Laurent's naked body is that big of a deal (this is highly debatable to readers!). He doesn't stop to think as to how this comes across to Laurent, and obviously is unaware of his trauma:

Damen is stronger, physically, than Laurent. When Laurent tries to free himself with the "little spasming motion" Damen doesn't let him go. If he was trying to get free, that really must have sent some suppressed part of Laurent into a panic. Or, alternatively, Laurent deliberately didn’t use his whole strength, just enough to signal ‘let go’ as a test to see if Damen would. Which Damen failed. Was that test completely fair under the circumstances? Possibly not? Depends on your perspective, especially with what Laurent did to Damen only the previous week.

Then Damen eyes him up, looking at Laurent's naked body, and his genitals. It's nothing Damen didn't see before, but there’s seeing and there’s looking and this would be both threatening and enraging to Laurent. When Damen feels the "tension hit Laurent's body", this is on the same spectrum as the tension that Laurent feels when he has sex with Damen later in the trilogy, (though different in form as it was consensual). Laurent’s history of abuse and his trauma are locking the muscles of his body up tightly (definitely extreme anxiety), because situations like this take him to the horrific, tragic, child abuse in his part.

Sidebar: Sorry if this is meandering, but bear with me. Akielos is a militaristic and patriarchal society, very obviously, with deeply embedded views of honour (Vere is also patriarchal, but a little less so, I mean there are no female kyroi but there is Lady Vannes who has a high political position). Women don't fight; men do. Had there been a woman in front of Damen, he never would have raised a finger to her, or held her wrist to keep her still etc.,- it's why Adrastus sends in a female slave to bathe Damen at the start of Captive Prince. Damen prefers women as lovers, we know, and Pacat has said in her 'dvd' commentaries, in the one from Ch 9 of CP, that he treats sex and all his lovers with respect. If you've never read them before, you can find them on tumblr and the bold text is Pacat's own commentary on her work:

Essentially I'm saying, I don't think that Damen abuses his lovers in any manner or would ever do what he's doing here in the baths, holding them in place. Pacat has constructed Damen as a considerate lover; this situation is very much one of strange, tense complexity.

Damen is bisexual and sees (a small selection of, mostly blond) men as attractive too, and has had them as lovers, but I think in terms of Akielon thinking and Damen's thinking, men are men. They are people you can beat or who can beat you fairly in a physical fight, and if you put yourself in that sort of situation with him (a show of physical strength/a fight, where one might win out) well, take the consequences. I think that, sadly, Damen doesn't get how this comes across like the precursor to assault to Laurent. Well, not yet.

The next moment is very interesting.

Laurent reminds him of it and says "But my voice has broken. That was the only prerequisite, wasn't it?"

What did Laurent think Damen would say or do in response to that? If Damen was a rapist, he would have just forged ahead anyway. It would not have taken much for a man of Damen's strength and size to overpower most people, including Laurent.

Instead, Damen reacts as if "burned", suddenly realising how it all comes across, and in that moment, that beat of time afterwards, I think that enrages Laurent even more. That there was space in his response for Damen to actually not be a rapist…

Because Damianos, the prince-killer, the murderer of Auguste, the destroyer of Laurent's life, was supposed to really show who he was, and Damianos did slow his hands when he shouldn't have on Laurent's body, and he did hold Laurent in place, against his will, like he was pinning Laurent down, and that's enough, he showed he is a monster, even if it wasn't quite to the extent that Laurent wanted him to, but it's enough, it's enough to prove it and now Damianos is recoiling with horror, as if he's innocent (could he not have meant to...no, Laurent knew what he wanted, it's what they all want)?

Laurent's anger explodes in this moment and with it unleashed, the flogging ensues. And I genuinely think the fact that Damen recoiled makes Laurent more angry rather than less, because maybe he sees it as dissembling but also because it might mean he's wrong about Damen and Laurent literally cannot deal with it and needs overwhelming anger to flood over that uncertainty, to obliterate it.

Now, let's get to the final part of your ask: Damen as an unreliable narrator and why Laurent seems to remember things differently.

Unreliable narration is more often seen with first person. The trilogy is told via third person narration, told mostly limited to Damen's perspective. It does range a round a little, as CP starts with Guion's, and twice, there are chapters/scenes from Laurent's perspective too (in the cell with Govart and when he frees Jokaste).

Third person limited perspective often does literally 'limit' what we know, through the eyes of that character, which is what we get with Damen. He is in a foreign land, has to keep his identity a secret lest he be killed, has been thrust into the midst of complex Veretian politics which he doesn't understand...it would offer us no tension or suspense whatsoever, if we didn't see Damen slowly come to realisations and conclusions as the text went on. He has some internal biases, of course (especially against Vere and Laurent to start) and character traits which means he sees things in certain ways (the way, at first, his mind thinks in 'straight lines', his inability to connect the dots around the Regent's abuse of Laurent). That is where some measure of 'unreliability' comes from, from perspective. But actually it's all part of his character growth and the slow unfolding of the truth, across all three novels. And some aspects of it actually form dramatic irony. We figure some things out way before Damen does! We can see his biases as part of the narrative. That's all intentional by Pacat, obviously.

Now, to truly connect with a character, readers have to believe in them. The reader has to trust that they are acting like themselves. That there is internal consistency.

Do we feel we can trust Damen to tell us the action of a scene accurately?

I do.

Because if you don't take what he says as given in this scene, then, in my view, you would have to assume he is only pretending to be honourable throughout the entire series.

If we thought that, it would undermine the integrity of the entire text and the love story between him and Laurent.

Damen's blind spots are around his own emotions and his pain, which he often refuses to acknowledge. For me, it elicits a range of responses from cute (huffily getting jealous, like when Torveld is around Laurent), to a sort of endearing 'really Damen??' (when he always thinks he didn't nearly die e.g. the flogging and Kastor stabbing him, and he definitely nearly did- Damen-'I'll just walk it off' of-Akielos) to really sad (all of his trauma around his father's death and the betrayal of Kastor).

I don't think he would blank out on groping Laurent or kicking his legs apart.

So this is what Laurent says at first:

Damen is embarrassed and flushes here, and internally, freely admits that yes, he was "unequivocally", or unambiguously, too free with his hands and he knows what he did was wrong, even if he wants to deny it. I think if anyone were to feel some doubt over Damen telling the truth, this shows Damen is reliably telling us what happens, as he is honest with himself, and knows there is no doubt he did act as Laurent says he did. It's not the same as Govart's rape of Erasmus, and he defends himself there, but he knows he was wrong.

Next there's this part, much later, nearing the end of the CP:

Damen's ego when it comes to sex (by all accounts well-justified, but still 😂) means he has to fling out a sexy little riposte again. Laurent does NOT like Damen acting as if a) they could freely have sex and b) that Damen's good in bed and would sexually satisfy him in a memorable way (not yet at least 🌚).

But...fascinatingly, this is the first time I have noticed how long it takes quick, sharp Laurent to respond! "Eventually", suggests a long moment! I think it sort of annoyed but also flummoxed Laurent, because the seeds of his attraction to Damen have begun to start to grow?

I mean, it took Laurent a while to get his answer and what Laurent says is, 'oh yeah like you'd be good in bed you barbarian, the only thing memorable about you to your partners is going to be rough and non-consensual handling’ which is horribly insulting but maybe not quite as definitive as 'I'd rather die than lie with rutting rapey Akielon swine' which (some variation of) really was an option! This is still really denigrating, but not that bad for CP Laurent? Maybe I’m being too impatient for the ship that is Lamen to set sail though!

There are a tonne of ways to interpret this, so I could be wrong but it does remind a bit of when Laurent's eyes narrow when Damen says "nice accent" when Laurent speaks Akielon in PG- like again, Laurent's not actually being his most lethal self, but is kind of recognising that Damen is being a bit Damen-y with him and is kind of being like 'excuse me?' but for Laurent that's actually mild? I mean by the time we get to that moment in PG, they're far closer, but I'm just saying I see a glimmer of that same emotion here?

Because when Damen says "That isn't-" and stops, I think he's about to say, "That isn't what happened, and you know it isn't." Laurent is deliberately embellishing to irritate him (and why Laurent says “kicking their legs open” specifically…I feel like is from what he’s seen happen in the ring before? I don’t think he’d casually bring up a factor of his own abuse like that? I don’t think so. Or I really hope not 😔). Damen doesn't have to finish his sentence though, because actually he knows Laurent knows that, and is just trying to provoke or anger him, so there's no point. Damen's insight into Laurent really is pretty good by the end of CP.

And that's it! We finally come to an end. I hope that answered your question in a way that feels satisfactory, and let's remember- my word isn't law, so anyone reading this is free to disagree! ✨

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Kung Fu Panda Series Observation/Theories: Peach Tree symbolism🍑

Hi all! I feel like the majority of the fandom-pandom for kfp is losing their s$&ts from the trailer released for the fourth film; respectively, I also agree and am currently obsessing over ANY details from the clips released! (I know what the wiki page says about the Furious 5 only having a BRIEF MOMENT but please dreamworks, just bring those beautiful babes back and don’t forgot about them!👏)

Anyway, here’s some observation points I’m noticing and then drawing possible theories, just to help ease my brain from any hurt that may be to come from the movie released next year😭

*Basically, it’s all about the Peach Tree*

FYI: I will predominantly be referencing my notes from the FILMS and not the short films/separate series since I don’t know much about those films. The ONLY one I will be referencing is from “Secrets of the Scroll” since the Peach Tree is heavily symbolized (and I live for Tigress content🐯).

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1st pic] Coming from the kfp4 trailer, this beautiful ass Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom is prospering for who knows how long this franchise (and turtle man’s death) occurred. Big thing to note is not only the tree itself, but the tiny tree located to the left of Po. I believe that’s the same tree from the first movie, where Shifu and Oogway would plant a new sapling during their conversation about angry boi and sh$&ting on how useless Po is to them🥲

*sidenote: from the trailer, there is a scene where Po is watching the blossoms move in the wind. This did remind me of Oogway’s passing from the first film so whether a ‘change/transition’ could occur is something to consider. Also, I don’t know if that scene takes place at the beginning, middle or end of the forth movie so hopefully more content will be released soon😊👏

2nd pic] The second picture below references this idea— furthermore, from the wiki page, Oogway replanted the peach sapling (the one where Master Master took his feelings out on the tree and a seed fell down), in order to represent how using effective teaching methods towards Po will not only help the panda learn Kung-Fu but also be able to defeat Tai Lung. Congrats then to Shifu for taking the turtle’s advice because now we are getting a fourth film (and all the separate shorts too).

Also from the 1st movie, when Oogway is meditating (before Shifu f$&n interrupts his yoga session) the Peach Tree is actively losing its petals, and then WE ARE TREATED TO THE BEAUTY AND HEARTACHE OF OOGWAY’S DEATH IN ONE OF THE MOST ICONIC CINEMATIC MASTERPIECES OF ALL TIME!!!🪦 So, tree loses petals= loss, death of something? Towards the end of kfp1, the tree starts getting its petals back= rebirth, growth, gain???

3rd pic] - From Secrets of the Scroll, before events of kfp1

Ok, so our beautiful tiger girl is given some much needed spotlight in this short; followed by some emotional damage and teenage issues (like having to fight a boar, prove your worth to your adoptive red panda father, etc…) And, there is the one scene that basically mimics Oogway’s talk with Po (except its grandpa and granddaughter.)

Tigress, as a teenager just got s$&t on by Shifu for getting the wrong group of people to fight pig man (thus Furious Five was born.) She takes some therapeutic, albeit depressive-episode moment time by Peach Tree till Oogway joins her and gives some loving advice: screw dad and prove your worth to yourself👍👍

We then get treated to a beautiful, strong independent woman and her comrades for future films! My note from this pic is that the blossoms are not gone (unlike Oogway’s deathbed scene), so this could also symbolize growth, aspiration, understanding your self-worth (like Po’s from first movie- 4th pic)

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Notes about Peach and Peach Blossom symbolism in China🍑

. “Also known as “Fairy Fruit”, all of its parts are used in Chinese traditional medicine as a cure for several diseases…” ( located under PEACHES category, website, 12/29/2023, https://www.nonsolobacchette.com/post/the-hidden-meaning-of-peaches-in-chinese-art )

. Also from same article, the peach has been associated with immortality and longevity (could explain why Oogway’s lived for such a long ass time too, apart from the fact he’s also a turtle.)

. Good fortune is another symbol for the peach (considering the luck Po has got, maybe those peaches were watching after him!)

Peach blossom trees also represent longevity: they bloom in March and represents spring.

And, DA DA DA….. peach blossoms also symbolizes love!❤️ From the article, since the trees bloom in March, that’s a prime time for weddings to occur (hm, wonder what that could mean .. cough cough 🐼🐯)!!!! Could also be just general love for friends, family too.

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Anyway these were just some notes and observations I saw from the trailer. Truthfully, Dreamworks may be watching the fandom from afar or completely ignoring us but I do hope that the forth film won’t destroy all the beauty and intelligence that the franchise had carried before (especially with the first two films.)

#kung fu panda #tipo #dragon warrior #dreamworks #symbols #peaches #kfp 4 #kfp #po and tigress

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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Things that went through my mind while watching this episode:

--I love how Inoko and Zenko are stealing the show in this episode while Sumiko is… happily doing chores. A fun fact! That's probably wax Tanjiro is using to make the doors slide better.

--Speaking of the care and keeping of traditional Japanese buildings, Muzan is standing on tatami with his shoes. What a demon! At least Daki has the decency to shed blood outside the building.

--Speaking of Daki, Sawashiro-san is such a goddess. Daki, as a character, has such range depending on who she's speaking to and what level of anger she's got. Such a domineering presence in relation to everyone but Muzan. And that strut!! I love that strut she's got after dropping Omitsu to her death. She is so, so in control of everything that she's sitting there, SPEAKING OUT LOUD with two Kamuro in the room, lines like "go ahead and come, I'll eat you all up" and not a care in the world about them hearing it. It's either in-character for her to say such a metaphor as the most powerful person in that whole Okiya, or even if they think she really is eating people, they'll be too terrified to do or say anything.

--Two other scenes I considered sketching for this episode were Daki holding Omitsu in the air, or Muzan carressing Daki's cheeks, I love her body language in both of them--one shows how much control she has, the other shows how vulnerable and easily manipulated she is. But let's be frank, we know who the hero of this episode is.

--I just…….. I LOVE THE ZENKO VS WARABIHIME SCENE SO MUCH

--But then

--BUT THEN

--We got that filler scene at the end, which does so much for Zenitsu's character arc. He gets appreciated for helping someone!! People thank him and acknowledge him for being kind!! Not like Tanjiro, who is very capable of helping himself, but weak people who had no one else to stick up for them, the kind of people Jiichan raised him to protect. Gosh, it's just so touchy and I'm so grateful for this interaction. Thank you, Ufotable!!! Excellent way to mine the source material!!!!

--And then YEAH THAT ENDING

--WHAT A GREAT PLACE TO DO A SCENE CUT

--and then Christmas what the heck

--Jumping back to the beginning of the episode, it's so refreshing to see Inosuke without the boar mask, to see him thinking and problem solving while he's constrained in his actions (certainly not as constrained as other people). I like the vocal performance, but it does feel very different from when he's got the boar mask on--it's more of a human touch, which in comparison to his Beast King self, is a more vulnerable touch. That'll make this great for the Douma fight when he's upset about his mother. (Oh man, I am so not ready for that to get animated, though.)

#Kny Rewatch #my art #agatsuma zenitsu #daki

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redrose-arrow · 1 year

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RedRose (re)reads: The Ruins of Gorlan

aka the book that i originally hated

ngl, i know the first sentence by heart.

reading the first ever description of the wargals just hits different after having read TRR6

i think the prologue hits harder every time i read it - especially now that TEY have been out for a while

i would die for the wards. no cap.

why am i so nervous for choosing day???

STRANGE, HE THOUGHT, HOW SELDOM PEOPLE LOOKED UP.

bby will i love you

lowkey in love with baron arald, ngl, the man deserves so much more

martin honey, you’re trying and i appreciate that

i always forget rodney has “an enormous moustache” but i love that for him. i also forgot that arald has a beard. i always forget the beards.

imagine being nervous as hell, looking up, and looking into halt’s eyes. i too would simply pass away.

“halt had a habit of coming up on you unnoticed” how do you know, will. how do you know?

rodney’s “you don’t know what you’re in for” is kinda sad when you remember that initially horace thought the bullying was normal

arald and nigel must make some team, i’d pay to see that.

when george says “thank you” and arald is “taken aback”,,,, does no one ever say thank you??? :(

“what would you do with a turkey pie?” “eat it” as you should girlie

THE RABBITS

i still wanna know what halt was thinking when pauline was trying so damn hard not to laugh.

i can’t tell if halt setting will up was a funny prank or a mean set-up

“climbed it as easily as you get on your horse in the mroning. easier, in fact.” iconic.

arald slamming back by implying that being apprenticed to halt is a punishment: even more iconic.

“he hated it when people didn’t know he was joking” so do i, arald, so do i.

THE WILDFLOWERS. BRIGHTLY COLOURED.

i still hate halt for the housework, ngl.

i’m a little weak for the “simply oakleaf design”

“an intelligent force?” “not intelligent. intelligence. although it does help if you intelligence force is also intelligent.”

i will now interpret timeline inconsistencies as halt just full-on lying about everything.

i still wanna know why halt was in the kitchen when will stole pies.

forgetting that there’d be a stream in the way is something that’d be lowkey funny. hella inconvient, but funny.

will’s obsession with swords makes me so sad

“how did you learn how to do that?” “practice” wow so useful, thank you halt

WHY DOES THIS BOY ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS ???

i love that this book already implies that horace is gonna be better than rodney. boy’s a natural. damn. it’s what he deserves.

“sometime i think we should forget the weapons training and just throw all the paper at the enemy - bury them in it.” - karel knows best

“if you feel that’s a good idea - go ahead.” yeah no thank you

halt just really threw will onto a horse for the first time and said “go for it”, huh? seems very safe.

i also still wanna know why abelard was with old bob

i just think it’s really cute that bonding with tug is one of will’s favourite things from his first apprentice months

i love how entertained arald is by stories about halt

technically, the victory that’s awarded to halt for leading the cavalry, should be awarded to gilan. but i think halt purposefully “takes” the credit, so that morgarath will come after him, not gilan. in this essay-

halt calling will by his name instead of boy >>>

i always forget about salt peter. but here he is at last again.

i love halt blaming will for salt peter answering in questions. i would do the same.

halt dealing with salt peter should be more of a meme than it currently is

i think the boar scene would be even more incredible on the big screens. i also love how excited the men are about it.

i have a soft spot for how protective halt, rodney, and arald are of will and horace.

“he wasn’t in a rush to see another one” uh-oh. should’ve known.

tug attacking a wild animal... stresses me out now more than it did. s/o to the wolf.

THE END OF THE BOAR SCENE. i am not in tears but i sure am crying.

i forgot that the boar scene was the context for “people will think what they want to. never take too much notice of it” kslsjdj i love soft halt

halt knowing that rodney knows and will appreciate horace is just chef’s kiss

shoutout to rodney’s gut, honestly

why is always “boar scene”, and never the abuse scene? i think that one’s even more pivotal for

i think the abuse scene is also the first time halt is established as a dilf and no i will not take that back

ok but also halt is a little too cheerful lmao, it makes me terrified

“take one more step and i’ll put an arrow through you” sounds like something halt would say, but it was baby will.

“the chief ranger” i bet they only call crowley that as a joke

“and it’ll be gilan because it’s always gilan” it truly always is, eh? always was, always will be

“Halt, Halt!” is top tier commedy and i will not be accepting counter arguments at this time

i am in love with how readily gilan accepts will.

so it’s canon that gilan can imitate halt perfectly. duly noted

if will thought that maybe gilan was too small for battleschool, then yes, gilan is taller than will and halt, but not super tall apparently

IT WAS A WARM SENSE OF BELONGING, AS IF, SOMEHOW, HE HAD ARRIVED HOME FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE.

i cannot put into words how obsessed i am with them arriving at the gathering grounds and the absolute chaos that is reigning there. i am simply obsessed with rangers doing ranger business.

“crowley wants the army alerted and mobilised” friendly reminder that crowley is like the second most powerful person in the kingdom.

halt and gilan talking about the mission has me so soft, the mutual trust and love

“i’d happily kill someone for a cup of coffee” “light a fire to brew it, and you might have to do just that.”

poor next flute player

“sometimes, he thought wryly, a reputation for being right all the time could be a heavy burden” me when people ask me about salt peter and i don’t remember who tf that is

“it’s the kalkara. they have a new target and they’re hunting” the grasp that this will have on cinema audiences... uncanny

shoutout to rodney for getting will into the castle, because those guards were hella incapable

okay but arald is really showing why he deserves to be redmont’s baron and i am lowkey so proud of him.

do i know everyone’s gonna be fine? yes. am i terrified nonetheless? also yes.

the fire, the shooting, will,,,,, you legend, i am speechless

“jenny was a difficult person to refuse” good for her

there’s absolutely no reason for george not to be here. this is where the slander begins and i do not appreciate it

i still believe that at first, halt absolutely refused to take time to recover from his wounds, that arald send pauline “to straighten him out”, and that from there on out, halt refused to do absolutely anything because he was “recovering”.

nah i think he would’ve been an especially great teacher in those weeks.

THE KISS. I AM LOSING. MY MIND.

“aren’t you coming with me?” “not invited” i think halt threatened to get arald fired if he invited him. no, i don’t think - i know.

‘i am a ranger, my lord’ TEARS

AND HE WAS SMILING. AND I WAS CRYING.

i love it when halt uses his words because he can be so good with them if he wants to.

halt’s revelation that he was the man Daniel saved has my heart skip beats

HE FELT AT PEACE

that’s ironic because i do not feel ANY PEACE

#redrose reads #ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #redrose rants #john flanagan #i binged this books in two hours ngl

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bean-spring · 2 years

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boar on the floor is such a great tomgreg scene. in fact, the whole episode is full of underrated tomgreg material.

we have greg asking for the first time the crucial question revolving around their relationship: "can i trust you?" and i honestly find so funny how tom replies with "yeah! of course you can trust me! to a point. yes." because tom is never the one crossing that point. like yeah he plays with greg and tries to manipulate him in a lot of ways (especially in s1) but he never shows the point. really, what point? because he keeps saying he could be betray greg and could do so much harm to him but... when he has the opportunity to do it, he doesn't just avoid doing it, but ends up sacrificing himself for him.

the whole episode is about being honest to logan so he can find people to trust and the one who betrayed him, right? and tom wants that throughout the whole episode! both the plan shiv had for him and what he actually wanted to do reside in gaining logan's trust and respect. it's what tom wants. it's everything tom wants, no matter the plan.

and he literally ends up fucking up everything because greg... asked. do you know how easily he could've sold greg?? the same way roman tried to do with kendall. but he didn't. and some could say he did it only and exclusively to have greg wrapped around his finger or whatever, but c'mon. it's obvious that he does it because greg asked. and greg asked and he cares about greg and it's the only one he trusts and... greg asked. and only by asking he made tom literally fight for a sausage and humiliate himself in front of the man he's always wanted to impress.

so, yeah. of course. you can trust me, greg. to a point, greg. but i will never ever betray you. actually, i will sacrifice myself for you multiple times and end up pushing my wife downstairs and then metaphorically marry you. how does that sound? but of course, to a point.

after the whole thing, greg thanks him. and it's soft and tender and he feels embarrassed for what happened. and tom just... touches him. which is not a lot but we know how much physical affection means to tom. and after s1 and their whole ambiguous dynamic, i feel like this is the first time we can say with total certainty: damn, tom is willing to do a lot for greg. maybe he isn't using him. maybe there's no point to cross, but he keeps telling himself there is to make himself feel better for his feelings towards greg. whether it is romantic or platonic, he feels so much for greg. he loves him. and that's embarrassing and dangerous in their family and job. he would do anything for greg. greg can trust him despite all the jokes and teasing.

but can tom trust greg?

[i would also like to mention that mid dinner in the background we can hear him yell "greg! greg! greg!" to talk about the food. i'm sorry babe, but if you're so overexcited to talk about food with someone in specific maybe it's not the food that matters but who you're talking to.]

#i don't really know what i wanted to say with all of this #i rewatched the episode yesterday and i've been thinking about it a lot #tom you're such a simp i love you #once again spreading the 'tom would do anything for greg but would greg do the same for him?' agenda #tomgreg #succession #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch

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aureentuluva70 · 2 years

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Spoilers for Ep 3 of Rings of Power, Adar Reaction/Thoughts:

The warg totally freaked me out, and that's a good thing. Mostly because, well, just look at its eyes. In the Peter Jackson movies the wargs themselves were much bigger in size and more muscular. But this one...man. This warg's eyes were eerily human, wide-eyed and just filled with this pain, insanity and desperation I can't describe. It reminded me less of the tough, vicious wargs of the Jackson films and more of a wild, rabid dog, something of a mix between a hyena, a chihuahua and a boar. Parts of its body look infected, burned and torn. The way it acts speaks more of a malnourished, beaten animal, so hungry and in pain it is willing to do anything just to feed itself. The state of the poor creature, and the amount of cruelty it must have faced to turn out this way is heartbreaking to think about despite how dangerous it is. Some people think it looks weird but I think it works very well with Tolkien's philosophy of "the shadow can only mock it cannot make". The warg is not so much its own creature as it is a mix of different creatures and the result of many twisted experiments, abused and tormented until its totally deranged.

2. Numenor looks EPIC, and I love it. The score for Numenor is amazing, and matches very well. Seeing Characters like Elendil, Isildur, Miriel and Pharazon was fantastic, and I can't wait to see more of them. Elendil has to be my favorite though. The actor just nails his character so well. AND THE ELROS MENTION EVERYBODY??? I was literally giggling with joy. Seeing the look on my mom's and sister's faces when they discovered Elrond had a twin was worth it.

3. Dang, they really are going full Aragorn with Halbrand aren't they? (Specifically the movie version.) I personally don't go with the theory that Halbrand is Sauron, but I really hope that it'll go full reverse with the Aragorn paralells and Halbrand ends up becoming one of the nazgul or something similar, possibly even the Witch King. And the scene where Halbrand just went absolutely savage and just destroyed those numenoreans was brutal. It was pretty horrifying to watch. Do you have to put in so much gore, Amazon?

4. My eyebrows immediately raised when I learned Earien(An original character for Rop, and Isildur's sister) was an architect. When it comes to sub-creators in Tolkien's world, things rarely go well for them, even the more decent ones. Maybe she'll be the one responsible for the construction of the Temple of Melkor when Sauron comes around to Numenor?

5. I love how they remembered the little detail of Elves being treehuggers just as much as Tolkien was. The way Arondir looks around him before he's about to chop the tree down, then puts his hand on the tree, and in elvish whispers "forgive me"...just dang, man.

6. The fact that we only get one blurry shot of Adar at the very end of the episode is driving me insane. I don't think Adar is Sauron as it seems too early in the season to make such a reveal, and a little too obvious since the characters themselves theorized that Adar could be Sauron. But whoever Adar is, I am incredibly interested. Sure, he totally breaks Tolkien lore but I honestly find the idea of an Elf working for the dark lord, not to mention respected and revered by the orcs, fascinating. Who is he? How did he become corrupted? Why do the orcs call him Adar, the elvish word for father? I genuinely have no idea and that's what makes him interesting.

7. Seeing that Elf finally get out of the trenches only to be killed almost immediately reminds me so much of Tolkien's experience with war. Like, this was the stuff he saw and experienced, the stuff that haunted him for decades afterwards, and it's harrowing to see such a haunting reminder of that.

#Rings of Power #Warg #Tolkien #Adar #Sauron #Late but whatever #Silmarillion #Arondir #Earien #Halbrand #Elros

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lilliths-httyd-blog · 1 year

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Watching Dragons: Rescue Riders so you don't have to: Episode 2

once again, please reblog this!

again fuck this theme song

am i wrong for shipping summer and aggro?

how tf has this bitch not seen coloured crystals before smh

i like aggro

"you don't speak dragon" I'M SORRY WHAT

IS DRAGONESE A THING IN THIS SHOW???

CAN-

CAN ONLY DAK AND LAYLA HEAR THE DRAGONS???

WHAT

cutter just turns into a fucking flamethrower bruv

they are finally developing their posterchild night fury knockoff dragon Winger BY FUCKING NERFING HIM AHAHAHAHAHAHA

i like aggro

honestly? the voice acting in this show is good. it's predictable, it's nothing special, but it's not hard to listen to by any means and each voice suits the characters to a t (probably becahse they're as cookie cutter as anything but who cares). voice acting good

burple pleases me

honestly when he's not being played as a fat joke he's just so sweet

guy apparently has six toes okay fair enough

kid me would have vibed so hard with leyla or however its spelled

AGGRO CAN GLOW AND LIGHT HERSELF UP WITH FIRE I LOVE HER

i vibe with summer tbh

crystals. affect. dragons.

okay thats information i am willing to live with actually

like that's genuinely kind of cool in a self indulgent sort of way

also THE SQUASH AND STRETCH ANIMATION 😘👌

i love burple 🩷

LOL SUMMER JUST SLAUGHTERED THAT BOAR

side note WHY DO THE BOARS LOOK WEIRD

so is burple being unaffected by the crystals like this shows version of gronckles not being affected by dragon root?

man they really did rip off that scene with toothless and the skrill in the mirroring ice caves huh? not that i mind lol

okay can i be honest? im actually really enjoying watching this show like no joke. like yes it relies on the original series in order to be as good as it is but there are plenty of things i find enjoyable about it. i like the animation and even tho the rendering is super plasticy and polished i kind of like that? it's nostalgic.

favourite character: aggro i love her so much but honestly i love all the main dragons they are so sweet all of them

least favourite character: elbone specifically because his naïvety annoys me but he was intended by the writers to be ever so slightly annoying so that's actually a plus in my eyes

#rescue riders liveblog #rescue riders #httyd #how to train your dragon

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stormyoceans · 2 years

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monica hi!!! reading your vegaspete tags is always such a delightful experience so anyway can you recommend some of your fave vegaspete fanfic?? tysm!!

hello!!! if i have to be completely honest, i still haven't had much time to read as many vegaspete fics as i'd like, and im pretty sure most of them are already pretty well known, but here are some i've really enjoyed and saved in my bookmarks!!

1. Boar Taint by @clandestinegardenias

“When a boar hasn’t been castrated–-do you know what castration is?” It doesn’t seem wise to admit to that either way, so Pete stays silent. “When a male hog is young, they tie a string around its balls. Tight.” Oh god. He’s actually going to explain it. ------ When Porsche is whisked away from the minor family's compound, Pete stays behind as collateral. He doesn't mind, until he does. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his mission, until he will. Until the prince of the family finally sees him, and decides he's worth keeping.

2. golden hour by honeydrip (lmeden)

Pete stretches as he wakes, a languid gesture that fills up the bed and presses him against Vegas. His spine cracks and the muscles in his shoulders scream and he feels the bruises on his side begin to burn. He is a symphony of pain, and he smiles into the flesh of Vegas’s arm. Pete and Vegas get ready to go out on a date.

3. hoping at the gates they'll tell me that you're mine by puckbaes

Missing scenes between Vegas being gunned down and waking up again. Pete takes care of an injured Vegas, what's left of the minor family's business and Macau. He's reminded that while he resigned from his job, the family that loves him are not going to abandon him. Bamf!Pete, found families, and glimpses of life after Vegas wakes up.

4. i fill you up, drink from my cup by petes_vegas

It was evident even from as far away as they were that the man was flirting with Vegas, his laughs echoing throughout the hall in a way that made Pete embarrassed for him at the obviousness of it all. Vegas seemed to play along, to flirt back, his smile and laughter with the man appearing genuine—but Pete knew better. The second the man glanced away from Vegas to look at his phone, Vegas’ eyes were locked with Pete’s. A grin, all sharp teeth, spread across his face. -- Pete and Vegas fight before the first big event they’ve gotten an invite to in six months. They each take it as an opportunity to play a game of jealousy chicken, seeing who will break the other first.

5. let me have you (by my side) by incendir

He would much rather die believing Pete wanted him than live long enough for Pete to regret his choice and leave Vegas all over again. Vegas wouldn’t survive that a second time. [Or, six times Vegas wakes up]

6. lion in my living room by Pettecal72

Vegas looks down at his hands. Hurt him, his fingers say. Do it while Macau isn’t here. You’ve already exchanged the poetry, the pretty words. So do it now. You can make him cry so prettily. Isn’t that how you’ve always shown love best? Isn’t that the only thing you’re good for? Do it— The head on his lap shifts. The breath along his hip skitters, then disappears as Pete turns and looks up. His eyes are black—blacker than black—and he smiles. “Good morning, Vegas.” Vegas swallows. --- Pete helps Vegas recover. Vegas confronts what he wants. Pete eggs him on.

7. Lost Pet by @clandestinegardenias

Vegas has very few things he truly allows himself to care for, in this life. Going through the routine of feeding his hedgehog, only to find that a second pet has left him in as many weeks, might finally be the thing that pulls him under.

8. Pain & Pleasure by @onstoryladders

A VegasPete Tattoo Parlor AU

9. Sweet Disposition by fruitsoda

All Vegas wants is some alone time with Pete. He's going to shoot the next person that interrupts them. Even if they're from his family. Especially if they're from his family.

10. Switchblade Jealousy by kerrikins

When Vegas is called to step in to torture someone, Pete goes along to watch. He doesn't expect to get jealous.

11. Tear You Apart by Scarlet_Fever

Someone tries to kill Vegas, which turns VegasPete into horny murder gremlins. Chaos (and sex) ensues.

12. where it's so sweet and heavenly by saru

Hornbills mate for life. Vegas thinks he understands. — or, Pete is the perfect business partner, lover and father. Vegas wants him to have his babies. Figuratively speaking.

#i won't apologize for any of the filth you're going to find in these tbh #also how do people make decent fic recs post because i always feel like mine are way too long and all over the place ;;;;;#anyway.. not sure if you'll find anything new here but if you do i hope you're gonna enjoy them!!!#vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #fic recs #motianshan #m: ask

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