#oh dreams name is clay

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

So okay I don't know if this is like...a cool thing to do or not, but there's a fic I claimed from the 2022 kink meme list (I couldn't resist, in large part because Tales From Jianghu Shopping Center was listed by the prompter as one of their inspirations for the prompt) that I'm not sure when I'll actually finish writing but I have started it and I'd like to at least acknowledge that I'm doing it even if the prompter won't see this. But the prompt is something along the lines of anything highly specific and niche (like my strip mall AU lol), and I actually happen to have a growing little stockpile of very very niche knowledge about my chosen professional field, which is ceramics! I specialize in wheel-throwing (though I'm also a...passable hand at plaster mold-making/slip casting and handbuilding, I just don't enjoy them nearly as much) so I've started a little something from Lan Wangji's point of view that's a love letter to throwing ♥

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As is tradition, Lan Wangji works in porcelain.

The Lan family have been respected masters of porcelain for centuries, generations stretching back, back, back nearly to the beginning of the imperial kiln production in Jingdezhen. They once produced the enormous pots that adorned emperors’ palaces – there are (very distant) cousins of his in Jingdezhen who still do so for wealthy patrons.

It’s easy to forget such a background when he enters his personal studio on the other side of the world and flicks on the lights to begin the day’s routines. It’s precisely what he wants – a quiet life like this, simple and unassuming, is much more suited to his desire than the weight of tradition that could otherwise press him and his work down into something he would never want to be.

Not that he deviates very far from tradition anyway, but it’s the principle of the thing. Lan Wangji takes quiet pleasure in simplicity, in function that is beautiful in its hard-won mastery. There are very few non-traditional ways to accomplish this that he’s interested in, but he likes having the option should he want to take it. 

Lan Wangji had learned to throw at his uncle’s knee as soon as it was possible to do so. He has continued to do so since childhood with a single-mindedness that once surprised even his uncle. All he’d ever wanted to do was to sit at the wheel for hours and hours on end, only pausing to warm the water in his bowl with a fresh influx from the kettle and to transfer full wareboards (once he was strong enough) to the drying racks in the corner of his uncle’s studio.

Lan Wangji has always struggled to find the words to convey how integral the motion of the wheel and the smooth slip of clay through his finger and against his palms is to feeling like he fits into his skin properly, but his family seems to understand just the same.

Yesterday, as the sun was westering, Lan Wangji had weighed up a few bags of fresh porcelain. The lumps are waiting for him now, tumbled together under their protective sheets of plastic, ready to be molded and shaped by hands and hypnotic motion. There’s enough of a chill in the studio this time of year that there isn’t any condensation on the plastic when he lifts it, so he folds it away neatly and settles into the easy rhythm of wedging his clay to prepare it for the wheel.

There is, in the middle of the studio, a sturdy butcher’s block workbench. He built it himself right there in the studio, the first piece of furniture that had filled the space even before he’d purchased his Shimpo wheel. It’s very likely too heavy to lift – it’s certainly too big to ever get through the door – but he has no intention of ever leaving this studio to begin another, so it suits his purposes just fine.

Wedging the clay on this sturdy, hip-height table is nearly as meditative a process as all the rest of it. A bit more of a workout than sitting at the wheel, but it’s a good way to warm up in the morning, his muscles well accustomed to the push-turn-push-turn-push-turn of spiral wedging that it’s gone beyond second nature, it simply is. His mind wanders pleasantly as he watches the misshapen lumps of pure porcelain become smooth and rounded beneath his palms. Perhaps he’ll spend the day on bowls. They’re quick and simple, suited to his mood today, and he’ll have plenty of them done by lunch when he already knows his typical solitary routine will be interrupted (and can therefore plan for it so far in advance). 

The sun is up properly by the time Lan Wangji finishes his wedging, and once he’s transferred the first batch of prepared clay to the wheel he pauses to stand in the open doorway and look out over the garden that sits between his studio and his home. The grass and the flowers are glittering fresh and dewy in the sunlight as he rolls his shoulders, stretches out his back in preparation to be seated for long hours.

When he returns, the wheel welcomes him, familiar and comforting. He fills an old bird seed bucket with warm water from the tap and arranges the small mirror at the back of the wheel’s tray to the perfect angle to watch his own hands before he settles in and takes a deep breath, sleeves rolled up and apron cinched comfortably tight around his waist as an unnecessary reminder to keep his back as straight as he can while he works.

The first ball of porcelain hits the perfect bullseye of the wheelhead and Lan Wangji leans in to begin centering, the porcelain buttery soft where it runs under his hands. Porcelain, he knows, is notorious for being difficult to work with, particularly for beginners. This far into his career, it’s simply polite and responsive to each confident press of his palms. He cones it first, hands curled around it to coax it in and up; presses it down again with the flat of his hand, every movement focused on the centerpoint of the wheel gliding silently through magnet-powered rotations. 

Up. 

Down again. 

Up.

Down.

Push.

Press.

Lan Wangji loves every part of the throwing process for what it is, but if he were to have to choose only one, this would be his favorite: the moment he can feel the clay running smoothly, perfectly centered the whole way through and ready to become whatever he will tell it to be, the possibilities – for this moment – endless.

#the untamed fanfic #WIP Wednesday #Lan Wangji #If I'm not mistaken the name of the prompt in the list is 'Bring Your Yiling Laozu To Work Day' or something to that effect #and I do plan on WWX showing up later in a way that's inspired by some of my friends in the studio #who work MUCH more chaotically than I do #(ie one of them currently goes mudlarking and digging for wild clay then brings it all in to chuck it in the kiln just to see what happens) #the other one can't remember anything that they do because they take no notes and treat highly precise chemical processes like they're #still a chef adding a dash of this and a dash of that to whatever's in their mixing bowl #and then there's me with my extensive notes and thoroughly researched glazes and all being like #'.....sometimes I don't mind if my glaze ingredients are a gram or two off' #anyway for anyone who didn't know I'm a ceramicist and it's one of my special interests lol #my profile picture and header images across both my blogs are photos of my current work #oh and the Shimpo wheel?????? IT'S A FUCKIN DREAM #the museum I sometimes teach workshops at borrowed one from a different college than mine in town and it was just #so fuckin NICE. It's DEAD SILENT and smooth as silk #and the pedal stays where you put it so if you're doing something large scale you can stand up to get your arm down in it #without having to balance on one foot or sacrifice speed or anything #it was like heaven #it's also like 4k to buy new so LOL NOPE

[imasoftieforbarb]

reactions and headcanons of brozone about: how would they fell about y/n having an egg?(once married ofc) sorry if too much

John Dory

Definitely hubby material

Van life with you and him?

Chef kiss

Ok

He definitely gives malewife vibes

Because he’s so used to being the responsible one

But he also deserves a break so you split all the chores in half

You surprise him with your pregnancy announcement by giving him a cup that says “worlds greatest Dad”

He’s shocked

Like he goes still and you worry- what if he doesn’t want children? It wasn’t a planned thing

And then he just scoops you up in arms and twirls you around

So many happy tears

Instantly tells everyone possible he’s gonna be a dad

That might is now his favorite mug- but he refuses to use it until the baby is born

Those chores that you split? He is now taking on all of them so you can focus on the baby

Likes to speak to the egg, honestly he’s so sweet with it

Definitely plays brozone through headphones around the egg (“John what are you doing?” “I want them to have good taste”)

Clay

He gave up his admin house for you

Y’all still live in Putt Putt village (because I say so)

Viva moves to Pop village so he goes from co runner to leader

So y’all get her room/house

Being married to Clay is so chill

He’s so sweet and literally talks about you non stop even though more often that not you’re with him whilst he’s working

He found out about the pregnancy when you gave him a mini matching green sweater romper

He was like

“Thanks! Not sure if it’ll fit me but I love it anyway!”

It takes him a moment

He leaves the room then runs back in pointing at you like he’s in law and order

“YOURE PREGNANT?!?”

You are now on permanent bed rest

Likes to baby talk to the egg and sing it songs

Buys the new furniture immediately and then starts baby proofing the house

He’s determined to give this kid the best childhood

Bruce

When he marries you, that’s when he decides to change his name to Bruce

Y’all still open the restaurant on Vaycay island

You become the cutest couple on the island so fast

BEACH WEDDING

He definitely tears up whilst reading his vows

“Oh I’m crying…” *you pass him a q-tip* “what’s a q-tip gonna do?!”

Treats you like a queen

Another malewife vibe haver

But it’s not as strong

Y’all were already planning on having a big family

So when you tell him you’re having twins by making dinner, but putting two lil high chairs by the door

He sees them

And goes WILD

“What- is that? Does that mean? TWINS?!?!”

He’s so happy, so many happy tears whilst y’all hug

“Uh- honey? Who’s watching the stove?” “Oh shit…”

Floyd

Dedicated husband fr fR

Has photos of you everywhere

Gets drunk and gets so happy when you tell him you’re his wife not his girlfriend

“THis IS myY WiFE”

Everyone knows don’t worry

Always talked about having kids but didn’t plan for it

Well he did (but only in his lil dreams)

Then one day you made his dreams come true

He got home from hanging out with Branch

(Who you’d asked to keep him distracted)

And he comes home to a really big home cooked meal

And a decorated boiled egg

He goes to eat said egg- but you tell him to break it open

“Why?” “It’s a surprise hun- I’m not supposed to tell you”

Inside is a lil parenting book called ‘daddy and I’

Silence, smile on his face

Tears rolling down his face before he stands up and walked over to you putting the book down on the table

Wraps you up in a such a soft hug that you start crying too

Peppers kisses all over your face

“You really do make my dreams come true”

Doesn’t tell his brothers immediately- wants you to himself

Makes sure you’re careful with doing everything

Just likes to lie down on the bed with you and the egg and put his hand softly on the surface (he cries a lil bit everytime)

When he eventually tells people- it’s completely by accident

#brozone #brozone x reader #trolls band together #trolls floyd #trolls Floyd x reader #brozone floyd #brozone floyd x reader #brozone john dory x reader #brozone bruce x reader #brozone clay x reader #brozone clay #trolls clay x reader #trolls jd x reader #trolls john dory #trolls bruce #trolls bruce x reader

[that-cool-guy]

THE TECHNICAL PART THREE OF THE COMIC IS HERE

sorry if this one isn’t as good as the last I did make this one a bit faster than the last one (if things don’t make sense sorry :[)

JUST two strip things this time aha BUT PAST JOHN HAS NOW REALIZED HES NOT HERE WITH JUST FLOYD John has realized quickly that this troll looks WAY to much like him in his 20s into 30s NOT TO BE HIM Clay has made some crack theory hes on the right path tho previous next CAPTIONS vvv

John Dory: What... uh... Whatcha got there . . . Floyd: woah hey! its ok (next to him says turn as he has turned back to Past JD) Clay: A clipboard John hops down from Rhonda and walks towards Floyd and Past JD Above John's head says LOOM as he looms over the two Clay: John? Clay: Do you know who they are? Past JD [internally]: "John"? Like me? Past JD flicks his ear when he hears the name John Past JD: Huh? Past JD [internally]: this dream is so weird next to his head says; who is this?? im so confused John Dory [internally]: Where did I come from.. that troll is surely me

Clay: Hm.. Clay [internally]: they look similar... have the same type coat- and same type glove. The troll has JD's old goggles- JD's old goggles? Clay [internally]: JD'S OLD GOGGLES. OH MY TROLL Clay: JOHN DORY. DID YOU HAVE A CHILD?? Branch: another brother with kids?? John Dory: HUH??? Past JD: what..? under Past JD says "tunnel vision deactivated" as he "just clocked it's not JUST Floyd" Flashback Clay: EEHEHE! LOOK AT BABY BRANCH JOHN!! LOOK!! Flashback Clay: HAHA oh you're so cute! yes you are! Flashback Branch: Abba ba ba Past JD: AUGH end

#trolls band together #fanart #trolls fanart #trolls #john dory trolls #trolls john dory #clay trolls #trolls clay #trolls branch #branch trolls #floyd trolls #trolls floyd #trolls au

[asleepinawell]

sorry if this seems a bit out of the blue, but ever since youve been posting about fallen london, im a bit curious about it! What is the game about and where can I get it?

oh no worries! I'm happy to ramble about it

fallen london is a free to play browser game you can find here. the basic premise is that sometime in the 1800's the entire city of london is engulfed in a swarm of bats and then falls through the earth into a cavern a mile below. this is the neath, a huge underground cavern where london sits on the shore of a vast ocean. queen victoria is still around locked in her palace being a typical shitty british monarch, who, amongst other things, decided that 1900 was cancelled and we were just going to have 1899 for a second time

things are a little...different down there. humans are far from the only ones running around. there's devils, rubbery men (think mind flayer vibes), clay men, and the shadowy cloaked figures running the bazaar (and the city) called the masters. death mostly isn't permanent and the dream world is a little too real. also, most importantly, cats can talk! and there are tons of them! and tigers too

it's got victorian, gothic horror, dark humor, lovecraftian vibes. also it's extremely queer as is everything the dev, failbetter games, makes. something I especially appreciate is that you don't have to give your character any particular gender (though you can) and some of the little avatars are very gender neutral:

since it's free to play it comes with the normal things that type of game has such as real money transactions (completely optional and unnecessary for enjoyment (though some of the bonus side stories you can buy are extremely cool)), limited number of actions you can take (max of 20 at a time and refills 1 per 10 minutes). it is definitely grindy too though there's so many things to do (cannot emphasize the insane amount of content enough) I will usually just switch things up every so often

it's single player for the most part but you can ask friends to assist you in certain actions and there are some specific items that can be sent to other players

(if you like the setting but not the free to play part you can check out mask of the rose which is a visual novel they just released set right after london fell. it's a romance but with full aro and ace options (which I actually preferred) and a murder mystery. that one is a normal just buy the whole game deal and I think it's on most platforms. there's also sunless seas and sunless skies which take place in the same world but are a very different type of game and would require their own post. all of these have great writing in them)

but back to fallen london. it works based off of 'storylets', or little short stories when you usually do a skill check to accomplish something in return for advancing the story, levelling your skills, and reward items. you unlock more and more things as you go and get access to new stories and areas. here's an example of one of the little activities and its resolution

since it's a game designed to be able to play endlessly there isn't really a way to lose or game over. you can die but dying is just a minigame of its own and sometimes even a thing to do purposefully. (the only actual way to die is the notorious story called seeking mr eaten's name which you may have seen me post about, which is a very unique story that will permanently erase your character at the end. why you'd ever want to do that would also be its own post. it's pretty hard to stumble on accidentally I think and extremely well-marked as a thing with severe consequences that you probably shouldn't do. or should you...)

anyway I'd definitely recommend giving fallen london a try if you're interested in the premise and aesthetic

#fallen london #flmp #mp #asks

[gabessquishytum]

I’ve got another one!

alright this is me totally projecting here (hearing loss anon what what)

alright so….

human AU Dream does not make conversation, he doesn’t speak to people in crowded or noisy areas, it is very hard for him to keep a conversation if he’s forced to have one, he can’t socialise very well, and occasionally it’s hard for people to understand his speech.

Dream’s hard of hearing. He’s given up on having conversations with people because it’s so hard to hear them. His family won’t help him cause they just think he’s quiet he’s very disconnected from people. He’s never been treated and it’s only gotten progressively worse, it’s also why he got into art and not musical instruments like his other siblings. one day in the art room he hears something. it’s very far away “hi… hello?” It’s probably half way across the room.

“I’m Hob mind if I sit?”

there’s movement in his peripheral. he looks up. a man is smiling down at him. Assumedly the same man who asked him to sit down. he merely nods, no need to make conversation. “I'm new here is this sculpting?”

Shit a question, with missing information ok context clues, he’s never seen him before, probably new and wants to know what class this is. “You are in sculpture,”

“Thanks mate”

this Hob starts starts messing with a mound of clay talking the whole time Dream couldn’t understand him it didn’t matter.

“how’s your day?”

“satisfactory”

“I’m sorry, I asked what your name was?”

Dream blushed, he had fucked up again

“it’s uh Dream,”

“pretty”

dream nodded.

“you don’t talk much do you?”

shit shit shit Damnit fuck shit, Dreams gotta lip read. He looks up at Hob locking eyes with his lips.

dream stares at hob’s lips for a normal amount of time and nods when he thinks is appropriate and hopes Hob doesn’t ask a question it’s all going so well till….

“oh, you can’t hear me,” Hob says in the middle of his sentence so he scoots a little closer and raises his voice a little louder and enunciates more clearly, but not in a patronizing way just so Dream could understand.

“I’m afraid I cannot, how could you tell?” Dream asked.

hob chuckles, “you’re leaning towards me with one ear pointing at me which I’m assuming is your better ear and you’ve been squinting at my lips for the past ten minutes,”

Dream blushes.

“my sister’s deaf I pick up on things,”

so dream and hob keep talking, well hob does most of the talking but dream doesn’t mind, until hob stops.

“I’ll give you a break, you probably got listening fatigue,”

and he was right Dream was beginning to feel the affects of listening fatigue until Hob did something with his hand.

“what was that?”

“sign language, you don’t know sign?”

“no, I make do with what I have,”

“can I teach you?”

Dream of course leans in for a kiss.

“teach dream! Teach!”

they both laugh it off, he does however get that kiss later.

soon dream is proficient in sign language and is good friends with Hob’s sister. He seems happier and more outgoing. and in a couple years down the road…

dream and hob will sign their wedding vows.

-🦎

AHHHHHH HoH Dream!!!!! This is just so wonderful and beautiful and I love it. Obviously hate the idea of Dream not having any means to communicate because no one has helped him learn to sign, but Hob!!!!! Hob’s gonna teach him!!!!!!! AND kiss him.

Not being d/Deaf myself, I won't add too much onto this except to say that I love it, and I know I'm going to be thinking about it for a long time. Especially them signing their wedding vows. Yes!!!! Please!!!!!

#🦎 anon #the sandman #dreamling

[kitybur]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? | 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

⌦ in which sapnap asks dream about crushes, but instead gets an answer from you, the said crush.

— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, best friends to lovers, use of real name

| “how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.” |

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it was a casual afternoon. well, as casual as it could get since your best friend, dream, had face revealed. you were on a discord call with him, getting ready to stream in the next minutes. dream had been talking about how he felt with the word seeing him, and now nerve wracking it was.

“—and the filming process! oh my god! it’s so weird to be in front of the camera!” you laughed when he did — his laugh was very contagious. it was even more funny as he had his face cam on, you could see his head titling back as his mouth hung open slightly when a wheeze past his lips.

“dream! stop!” you choked out, hand almost slapping your desk in a fit of giggles. “how are you feeling now that you’re really out there?” you still kept the playful tone, but he knew there was some seriousness in it.

“i’m hoping to film irl content now, and hoping you could maybe fly out to film something.” he smirked at his camera. if you were a random person listening to this conversation, you would’ve thought he was hinting something suggestive.

“that would be amazing!” you smiled brightly. “when we’re you—”

“hey, clay?” you we’re cut off by a male voice. your other best friend (and potential crush), sapnap, had entered dream’s recording room with a small knock. his purple balenciaga hoodie hanging off him slightly and his black shorts holding his thighs.

dream turned around to face sapnap, not turning off his camera or muting his mic, figuring he was just going to ask what was for dinner. “what’s up?”

you stayed silent as you watched the two boys on your screen, chin rested on the palm of your hand. you watched sapnap remove his black cap, run his fingers through his hair, and put it back on.

he let out a sigh. “how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” dream’s eyes widened at the question. of course, he’s talked about love and crushes with some of his friends, but it wasn’t with sapnap. this was the first he’s heard sapnap talk to passionately about something involving love.

you let out a silent laugh at how clueless dream was. you cleared your throat. “well sapnap, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to—” your voice trailed off when you noticed sapnap’s eyes staring into yours and pink dusted on his cheeks like paint.

he held an adorable smile, that could almost turn into a smirk if he moved his lips a certain way.

“why are you looking at me like that?” dream had let out another wheeze, clenching his hand over his clothed heart. he wipes a tear that had escaped his eye.

“i think you guys have some things to talk about.” he turns to sapnap. “maybe y/n could teach you a thing or two about having a crush.”

“yeah, maybe.” while he was still slightly embarrassed, sapnap managed to send a decent wink to the camera. he smirked in victory as the tips of your ears became red.

“you know, clay. nick might learn better if it was in person. i think i’ll take your offer.”

—

“hi, chat! how are we today?” you adjust yourself on your spiny chair, eyes glancing over chat.

HI Y/N

how r u

ARE YOU BLUSHING???

THE Y/N BLUSHING!?

“chat! no! please—” you shoved for face in your hands, shaking your head. it only popped up when your donation sound effect ran through your headphones.

sapnap donated $4.20

see you soon, sweetheart :>

“oh sweet jesus.”

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a/n: very ugly fic, but i haven’t posted in a month :(( part two?????

#mcyt imagine #dsmp #mcytumblr #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #sapnap imagine #sapnap x reader #dream team #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader

[pray4saint]

how it was on your honeymoon with the dream team

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. gn!reader, fem!reader & afab!reader. dreamwastaken, sapnap, and georgenotfound. smut. established relationships.

a/n. the sfw version can be found here

dream - gn!reader, praise, fluffy smut, dream being obsessed with knowing you're married

”ugh, i forgot how hot it is here and how often my ears pop on the drive up from the airport.” you groaned, falling back on the bed in your b&b. clay chuckled, leaning over you. for awhile he didn't say anything, just watching you like he was completely out of it. you sit up, pushing on his chest so you don't bonk heads. ”you alright clay?” you stare at him, putting your hands on his stomach. you boyfriend– no, your husband smiled down at you, pushing a strand of hair from your face. ”m'just admiring my spouse.” his tone, and his smile, and his eyes, it made your stomach flip. sometimes it amazed you how even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies.

you returned a smile back to him before standing up and stretching out your arms. clay's arms linked around your middle and he pressed a small kiss to your collarbone. the feeling of his lips on your collarbone makes you laugh a little bit. ”you seem extra clingy today baby. did the flight tire you out?” your hands land on his shoulders and clay shakes his head no. ”is it so wrong to want to want to be close to and appreciate my forever person?” there's clear sarcasm and playfulness in his voice but there's something else in the way he finishes the question that you can't quite identify. ”i suppose not.” in response to your words, his hands wander down to the back of your thighs, gentle pinches pulled at them before you understand and jump up, letting him lift you from your thighs. with your legs wrapped around clay's middle, it really gives him the choice of where he wants to go with you. since the two of you had already eaten and really, there wasn't much else to do, except oh right, it's your first night as a married couple.

walking with you clutched onto him, at first he heads to the back porch, watching the sun begin to set to which you turn to watch it with him. the moment was sweet but it didn't last long simply because on kona the sun sets fast. ”well now what?” you ask, starting to feel a little like your husband should put you down. it's almost as if he can sense it, because he's quick to spin on his heels and walk back inside, letting you slide the door shut. ”well, my love, i've got a few ideas of what we could do.” he grins and it's quite obvious what he means, and yet still you take a second to register it in your mind, but once you do clay has already laid you back on the bed.

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you'd had had sex with clay plenty of times but still, this was different, it was how he kissed at your shoulders and ear lobes while he pressed himself into you, how vocal he was in letting you know how good he felt with you wrapped around him, how his pupils almost appeared to you as hearts. it all made you realise just how in love the two of you were, and how in sync you two were; physically and emotionally.

”i love you so much baby,” he huffed out, and you moaned at the mix of his words and actions, your fingers digging into his shoulders. you'd gotten so close to drawing blood from his skin it made him moan out your name, whispering praises against your shoulder. ”you're so perfect m'love.” the words sent shocks to your lower area, pushing you closer to the edge. ”clay please-” your husband cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips, ”you don't need to ask tonight baby,” he pauses to let out some more of those pretty groans you so love to hear, ”don't gotta ask your husband t'night.” you could feel how even his own mention of being your husband turned him on, his cock twitching inside you. ”i- fuck i love you babe.” you muttered out, feeling the small drop of blood from his shoulders around the pads of your fingers.

this slight pain only seemed to encourage him to rut into you faster, making you cross your legs over his middle, drawing him closer and binding your arms around his neck tight. he loved knowing the affect he had on you, your hole clenching around his cock, signalling how close you were.

clay was either really loud or really close to your ear, because all you heard was his breathing, his grunting n' groaning, his gorgeous moans. ”clay i'm gettin' so close.”

”you gonna cum for me hon'?” you nodded rapidly, pulling ever him closer to you as you came. he didn't miss a beat in telling you between ragged breaths, ”right behind you honey, m'gonna cum.”

sapnap - fem!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), mentioned creampie/cumming inside, breeding kink if you squint, reader absolutely jumping his bones

the first two weeks of being married, you and your husband didn't have sex. mainly this was because you spent the first two weeks around his family, in their home, and waiting so long to fuck your husband was starting to take its full effect. you'd touch yourself in the shower, or subconsciously hold sapnap's hand closer to your crotch while you were holding hands under the dinner table, and he noticed but he didn't do anything. it wasn't until you left his family in texas and off for three weeks in greece that you'd get any type of real relief.

your husband closed the door to the hotel room, letting out a heavy sigh before doing a quick head count of your bags. it took everything in you not to jump his bones right then and there, but you knew he was tired and hungry and probably wanted to shower, so you waited.

see, waiting wasn't so bad when you knew you'd get what you wanted once you got back to the hotel room.

”you know we can skip dinner darl'?” your husband offered the question and you shook your head no immediately, you needed him to have his energy or you were sure you wouldn't survive another day. ”no we can't, you need to eat.” still, your voice was sweet as ever, looking out for him like you always did.

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”y/n i'm sorry we hav-” as soon as the door was shut you interrupted him, pressing a passion-filled kiss to sapnap's lips. you'd barely had time to close the door before you were jumping his bones, closing your arms and legs around him, hand tangled in his hair as your lips moved in sync. quickly, his hands reached around to the backs of your thighs, squeezing and he walked backwards to the bed.

sapnap gripped harder on your legs, spinning around to lie you back on the bed, crawling over you to cage you in. your husband pulled his lips from yours, pressing sweet, gentle along your neck. ”fuck sap– baby i need you. need you so bad.” you whine, hands falling from his head to his shoulders. ”i know princess i know. i'm sorry.” he remained slow with his kisses. ”sap, my love?” he looked up at you, eyes wide with interest. ”i love you and i appreciate your gentle touch but what i really need is for you to fuck me.” your words were clear and concise, your cheeks were pink and your eyes screamed at him to have his way with you. ”please sap, fuck me. please.” and he understood.

in a matter of what felt like two seconds, your husband had discarded both his clothes and yours, and after a minute of debating whether or not a condom was needed, pressed into your cunt, making you squeal at the intrusion. ”oh sweetheart... shit, y'so tight.” your legs tugged his middle closer to you and his head dipped down to your ear, groaning against your skin.

his pace started brutal, quick, hard, and his moans only turned you on further. ”shit, sap.” you struggled to get the words out between the beat of his skin pressing against yours. ”y'so perfect baby. y'know that?” his question was met with strewn out, broken moans, your arms squeezing his neck impossibly closer to you, and your pussy clenching down on his cock.

sapnap's hands laid on either side of your head as he fucked into you, grunting and groaning only getting louder.

”gettin' s-soo close baby, can i cum inside?..” you moaned against his neck at his sentence, the sudden question sparking the pool in your stomach to grow. you hummed against his skin, pulling at the skin of his shoulders. ”fuck– i love you so much..” he whispered the words, they were only for you, his wife. of course if you'd asked it of him, he'd scream it for you.

george - really short blurb, afab!reader, gentle riding, praise, slight dom!reader if you squint, domestic laughing during sex, cumming inside, self overstim (bc george wants so badly to make you cum)

the flights were long and had both you and george tired out. and when i say tired, i mean exhausted. neither of you wanted to go out and eat, shower, unpack, anything. then your phone went off, you turned it over to see notifications from your best friend.

ur bsf: how was ur flight?? ur bsf: respond whore ur bsf: mf are you guys are already banging holy shit

you laugh and turn your phone over to george and he smiles, a glint of recognition in his eyes. ”what?” you laugh almost nervously, you're both tired but you're not that tired.

”c'mere lovey.”

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

your hips ground against your husband's, his thumb flicking over clit while his other hand keeps a firm grip on your hip, provoking emphatic moans out of both of you.

your hands rest against his chest, his hand guiding you along his cock. ”you look so good my love,” he lets out a particularly loud groan as you press back down on him. ”so good on my cock like this.” the praise makes your cunt hug against his cock, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hip.

”god georgie.. you look, so fucking pretty under me..” your words pull him closer to his release. he begins to vault his hips up into you and you gasp, although the sound dies as he bucks up again, over and over. ”shit,” you both half-laugh at how you both mumble the word out in unison. you let yourself fall forward, hands grasping at his hair while his thumb moves faster over your clit. as much as he tries to catch his breath, he just can't. he can't stop how his hips move against you or how the grip his hand has on your waist will definitely leave marks or the speed at which he circles your clit. ”if i didn't know any better,” you start and he huffs, breaking your sentence with another piston up from his body, making you mewl his name, ”i'd say you were getting,” you sigh out quick, your breath fanning hot against his neck and his ear. ”gettin' close, huh georgie?” he responds with a simple hum, 'mhm', before he continues his pace fucking up into your cunt.

”m'cummin'..” it's the one warning you get before george's hips stop and both of his hands pull you down, his seed flushing out of his cock and into your pussy. the feeling of being so full induces loud noises from your mouth and your pussy pulsates around him as he rides out his high.

of course, you assume you're done and lie down on his chest, but all of a sudden it seems as if george has the stamina and energy of an animal because he moves his hands up to your waist and turns over to put you under him. ”huh?”

george's accent is thick with his next sentences. ”what? you didn't think i was gonna leave you unfinished did you?” as you open your mouth to speak he starts his pushing himself against your walls again, lewd noises pulled from both your mouth and your desperate cunt.

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[ambrossart]

DANCING WITH MYSELF

— PART FOUR

summary: eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, chrissy cunningham. instead, he spends the night stuck in the women’s restroom with you—her snarky, insecure best friend. ❖ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader ❖ word count: 2,244 ❖ genre: fluff with some angst ❖ series status: complete ❖ warnings: no season 4 spoilers, some coarse language, body image issues, allusions to eating disorders, typical teenage insecurities, angst, jealousy, anxiety, secret crushes, childhood memories, happy ending, lots of 80s music one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

He doesn’t know my name… Seriously? 

It bothered you more than you cared to admit, Eddie Munson not remembering your name. You’d known the guy since middle school. You talked to him on a near-daily basis… okay, “talking” might be a little inaccurate; mostly you just made snide comments about him under your breath. But he always heard you. You know he heard you because he would always get annoyed and glare at you, just like he did tonight. 

Between your sophomore and senior year, you shared a total of eight classes together, and you spent half of them sitting directly behind him. Were you really that forgettable? You expected that kind of treatment from conceited jerks like Andy Hauffman and Clay Howard, but you didn’t think Eddie Munson was that self-absorbed. 

Now you felt hurt and betrayed… not so unlike Julius Caesar.

Et tu, Eddie? 

You must have been wearing your disappointment on your face because as soon as you rejoined the group, the first words out of Jason Carver’s mouth were, “What’s wrong? Hey, did that freak do something to you?”

“Hm? Oh… no, that’s not…” You saw Chrissy staring at you with a worried expression, so you tried to wave it off like it was nothing. “I’m fine, really.” 

Jason put his hand on your shoulder, gave it a small squeeze. “You sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” 

He frowned, unconvinced. “Well, you should be careful around that guy, okay? He’s dangerous.” 

You scrunched up your face. “What? Eddie’s not dangerous. I mean, yeah, he looks all mean and scary, but he’s really just a big geek. It’s kind of hilarious, actually…” You trailed off, letting your eyes wander back toward the entrance, where Eddie Munson was standing around all helpless and miserable, looking like a sad little puppy with those big, round brown eyes… 

For a second, you felt bad about how you treated him, but only for a second. 

You clapped your hands together. “Anyway, shouldn’t we be heading in? Get this prom party started? If the future king and queen don’t make an appearance soon, the peasants will surely riot.”

Jason continued to watch Eddie with a suspicious glare. Then he gave a faint nod to his friends. “Come on, guys, let’s go,” and he went up the stairs first. 

You and Chrissy walked side by side, a few steps behind everyone else. 

“What did he want?” she whispered. 

“Who?”

“You know who.” 

“Oh… He just wanted my extra prom ticket.” 

She gasped, delighted. “And…?”

“And… I flipped him off and told him to go to hell.” 

Chrissy cringed. “Ugh, of course you did… You know, did it ever occur to you that this might be your Pretty in Pink moment? I mean, think about it: Chance gets food poisoning, so you’re stuck going to prom alone, and now who shows up but Eddie Munson, of all people? You don’t have a date. He doesn’t have a date. I dunno about you, but to me that sounds like quite the coincidence.” She smiled a wide, positively sunny smile. 

You scoffed. “He didn’t want a date, Chris. He wanted my prom ticket. It’s not half as romantic as you’re making it out to be.”  

“Well, maybe if you actually talked to him like a normal person…”

“Hey, I talk to him.” 

“No, you tease him. I know you think that’s the same thing, but it’s not.” 

“Well, it’s not my fault. The jokes are just there, floating all around me. I have to grab ‘em or else they’ll die for nothing. And he’s such an easy target… everything he does is so over the top. It’s like he’s begging me to mock him.” 

“Well, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” 

“You know, I’ve never really understood that expression. Why are you trying to catch flies with either of those things? Just get a bug zapper and fry the suckers.” Chuckling, you went to take the next step, but Chrissy grabbed your elbow and yanked you back. 

The gravity of her demeanor was startling.

“Look, you’re running out of time. Is this really how you wanna end your senior year?” She raised her eyebrows, hinting at knowledge only she possessed. “Think about it.” Then she went up, leaving you stranded on the step. 

Well, that’s easy for you to say… You’re basically a goddess in this school. 

You glanced back to where Eddie had been standing, but he was already gone.

School dances had always been a sore spot for you. 

Before tonight, you had only attended one school dance: the Hawkins Middle School Snow Ball in 1981. The night started out like a dream. You put on your favorite dress. You wore your hair differently, spent hours in front of the mirror getting it just right. The gym was decorated like a silver and blue tinsel wonderland, and you were having the time of your life: eating cookies, drinking punch, laughing with Chrissy and all of your friends. Then the DJ played your favorite ABBA song, and you truly felt like the Dancing Queen. It was magical. 

But then the first slow song came on over the speakers: “Endless Love” by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross, and you felt the atmosphere… shift. It snuck up behind you and caught you completely off guard. All around you, couples came together naturally, drawn to each other from across the gym like magnets. One after another, they paired up without a word, and you were left stranded.

Alone. 

Chrissy, being the considerate friend she was, asked Preston Bailey to dance with you. Yeah, Preston was a real Prince Charming. He looked at you in your favorite dress and just shrugged; then his arms sort of flopped out like two wet noodles. It was absolutely humiliating. 

For the sake of your pride, you said no to Preston Bailey and his pity dance. And despite your pride, you spent the rest of the night crying in the girls’ restroom.

You’d never felt so unwanted and unloved. 

And now, while you stood atop the balcony overlooking the dance floor, while Alphaville’s “Forever Young” droned on and on in the background, while couples swayed with their arms lovingly wrapped around one another, you felt all those old, ugly emotions come flooding back. 

God help me, you thought and began your slow descent into Hell. 

You found your group’s table right away, beneath a sheer canopy of white and gold. It was draped with white linen, decorated with candles and roses, and set perfectly for six, everyone’s seat denoted by a pretty white place card. Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham, Andy Hauffman and Heather White, Chance Gallagher and…

You picked up Chance Gallagher’s card and ripped it in half twice, then tossed the pieces over your right shoulder. 

Jason pulled Chrissy’s chair out for her, and she thanked him with a smile. 

“I’m gonna go grab a slice of cake before it’s gone,” Jason said. “Do you want vanilla or chocolate?”

Chrissy said, “Oh, no cake for me, thank you. My stomach’s still a little upset from dinner.”

“Oh…” Jason reached out and tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s probably just, you know, from all the excitement.” But when she looked at you, her eyes suddenly became downcast. 

Jason frowned. “Well, okay… Y/N, what about you?”

“Either one’s fine,” you said. “I don’t discriminate against cake.” 

Jason snorted a laugh. “My kinda girl… All right, I’ll be back.” 

Once Jason left, Chrissy said to you in a quiet voice, “I really am fine.” 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

“Yeah, but I know what you’re thinking… and I’m fine.” 

“Okay…” 

And now Frankie Goes to Hollywood was telling you both to “Relax.”

You picked up a paper ballot and a tiny pencil. “Just don’t let the pressure of tonight set you back, Chris. That’s all I’m gonna say.”  

You drew an X next to Chrissy’s name.

A short while later, while you were picking at the crumbs from your cake, Chrissy and Jason left to go greet some more of their friends. That’s when you spotted a familiar face at one of the nearby tables. You got up and went over to him, plopping down in an empty chair. 

“Hey, Jeff,” you said over the music. “You’re looking pretty snazzy tonight.” 

Jeff turned his head and smiled. “Well, look who it is… What brave soul asked you to prom?” 

“Chance Gallagher.” You looked away. “But he’s dead now.” 

“What?”

“He got food poisoning… I tagged along with Chrissy and Jason.”  

“Oh… a threesome, huh?” He grimaced. “Well, that’s brutal.” 

“Yup.” You stole a bite of his cake. “Hey, where’s your date?”

“Tara? She’s over there with her friends. I forgot to make dinner reservations, so now she’s giving me the silent treatment… Apparently, I ruined her prom night by making her eat a hamburger.” 

You shrugged. “What’s wrong with a hamburger?”

“Right…? See, we should’ve just gone to prom together.” 

“Well, you didn’t ask me.” You went to take another bite of his cake, but Jeff pulled his plate away. 

“Umm, excuse me,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle. “I’m still eating that, you know.” 

You smiled sheepishly and put his fork down. “Sorry.” 

Then you leaned back in your chair and looked around for a minute, searching for nobody in particular. “So Eddie the Genius forgot to buy a ticket, huh?”

“Oh, you saw him?”

“Yeah, he tried to bum one off me… Naturally, I refused.” You folded your arms over your chest and went quiet. “Would you believe he doesn’t know my name?”

“What?” Jeff drew away from you, dumbstruck. “No way… No, I refuse to believe that.” 

“I promise you, he doesn’t. You should have seen the look on his face, Jeff. It was like I’d just asked him to recite the first seven digits of pi.” 

“Really…?” He slumped back in his chair. “Damn!” 

Out on the dance floor, the tempo picked up as the DJ drove into the next track: “Dancing With Myself” by Billy Idol. That’s when Grant came bursting out of the crowd and collapsed against the table, red-faced and sweating, huffing and puffing with exhaustion. 

“She’s trying to kill me,” Grant said. “Oh my god, she’s trying to kill me!” 

Behind him, Megan Mulrooney was bopping away to the beat and singing at the top of her lungs: “If I had the chance, I'd ask the world to dance… And I’d be dancing with myself, ah, oh, oh-oh, yeah…” 

You smiled at Grant. “What’s up, Lord of the Dance?”

Grant bent his head and wheezed. “Shut up, Y/N.” Then he grabbed Jeff’s cup of punch and gulped the whole thing down. 

While he was drinking, Jeff said, “Hey, man, get a load of this: Eddie doesn’t remember Y/N’s name. Can you believe it?” 

Grant wiped his mouth with a napkin, then dabbed his forehead, too. “Yeah, I’d believe that.” 

“What?” you said. “Why?”

Grant laughed a deep, sinister laugh. “Oh, come on, you know why… The Shrieking Queen’s Catacombs? Does that ring any bells?” 

“No,” you said, but Jeff gasped. 

“Oh my god," he said. “‘The Bargain from Below!’” 

Grant nodded. “‘The Bargain from Below.’” 

“What?” You sat up in your chair, looked at Jeff, then Grant, then back to Jeff. “‘The Bargain from…’ Oh… Oh, come on, you can’t be serious. Guys, that was back in middle school! He can’t possibly still be mad about that.” 

Jeff said, “No, he’s definitely still mad about that.” 

“Why?” 

“You kinda ruined the whole campaign.” 

“Yeah, but how? All I did was accept the demon’s bargain.” 

“You weren’t supposed to accept the demon’s bargain!” 

“But he was offering me the ultimate power...” 

Jeff and Grant bellowed with rage: “YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO ACCEPT THE ULTIMATE POWER! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RHETORICAL!” 

You threw your hands up, not getting it at all. “Well, if it was rhetorical, then Scottie shouldn’t have let me accept it in the first place. But that’s not my fault. I was totally playing by the Dungeon Master’s rules.” 

Jeff said in a small voice, “Yeah, but you didn’t have to kill Eddie…” 

You smirked. “Well, the demon demanded a blood sacrifice.” 

(What? You can’t do that! Scottie, tell her she can’t do that!)

(Actually, I think it adds an interesting dynamic to the story...)

(Dude, what the fuck? No, it doesn't! It totally ruins the story. Now she has the ultimate power and she's just gonna tank all the monsters!)

Jeff said, “Admit it, you did that on purpose.” 

You held in a laugh. “Okay, fine, maybe I did… but I wasn’t expecting him to get as mad as he did. I was just trying to add some spice to the story, and he acted like I killed him in real life. Then he stormed out of Scottie’s basement and said I completely ruined D&D for him. Overdramatic much? Come on, it’s just a game…”

Jeff and Grant shook their heads in condemnation and your shoulders sank. “So, what, now you’re saying he’s totally blocked me from his memory? And all because of some stupid campaign that happened a million years ago? Please, that guy needs to get over himself.” You got up and stormed back to your table. 

When you were out of earshot, Grant said, “I’m guessing we shouldn’t tell her about Eddie’s plan, huh?”

Jeff winced. “Not unless you have a death wish.” 

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[bad268]

Smash (CC! Dream X Reader)

Fandom: RPF

Requested: No, I wanted to release something for when Dream face reveals, so this is separate from my Writing Inktober thing. Also, this is my 100th post!

Warnings:  Use of Dream's name (Clay), no pronouns but Sap calls reader "mamas" once

W.C. 968

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^I actually recorded this from the stream)

Face revealing sucked. Being a faceless streamer who was dating another faceless streamer sucked too. Especially when you knew that your boyfriend was working up towards a face reveal, and everyone was pressuring you to do the same since you were so close. Couldn’t be me.

Except it is. 

After being with Dream for three years and not showing each other your faces, it just seemed natural to us. When we met, we just kept our relationship through text and discord calling. We just never thought to show our faces to each other. Also, we just never told the fans that we were together.

That is until he decided that he was going to reveal everything. He was going to face reveal to all of his friends, and his fans, and then he was going to do a panel at twitchcon. He just had to unintentionally ruin my day.

I joined our discord voice chat since he and Sapnap were already in it, and I was bored with watching this show. “Hey, guys.” “Wassup mamas,” Sapnap laughed.

“Hey babe,” Clay dismissed Sapnap’s comment by just moving into the next statement. “We’re talking about the plan to face reveal.”

“Oh,” I pressed, “what’s it looking like?”

“Well, George is coming to Florida, so I was going to face reveal to him at the airport or something,” Dream explained. 

“Oh, so I’m going to be the only one who hasn’t seen your face?” I laughed. “And I’ve literally been dating you for three years.”

“I mean, you’re gonna be at twitchcon, right?” Sap popped in.

“Well, yes,” I stated as if it were obvious. “I’m literally in a separate panel with you, Sap.”

“Then, why don’t you fly to Florida, too.” Sap said as if it were the easiest, most obvious thing in the world. “Meet us here, and we all go to L.A. together. Simple”

“It’s not that simple, Sap,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I started spinning side to side. “I can’t just drop everything to fly to Florida. Let alone plan a whole face reveal”

“Well, what can we do to help?” Dream offers. “Like you’re already on a posting break, you’re gonna need to be here for twitchcon, and we still haven’t met, technically. You and I could face reveal together.”

“I have to pack, and I really don’t want to,” I chucked. “I mean, I don’t want to intrude either since you guys knew each other longer, and you’ve been planning this longer.”

“You wouldn’t intrude!” Dream and Sapnap exclaimed.

“You could literally show up randomly, and I would let you in without a second thought,” Dream pointed out.

“You don’t even know what I look like, so what if a random person showed up at your house and pretended to be me?” I laughed.

“Well, I better hope it’s actually you,” he also chuckled. Sap let out a loud laugh before saying he was going to log off to go get food. Then, the sound of him leaving the call sounded. This is when Dream turned serious. “You do know you could never intrude on us, right?

“I do now, but you guys were all friends before I joined, so I thought-”

“You thought wrong,” he interrupted. “You could never inconvenience me or Sap or George. You are a part of our team whether you like it or not. You will never be intruding on us.”

Hearing him reassure me gave me some confidence. “If I did,” I paused for dramatic effect. “When?”

~

It has been a few days since we had this call, and Dream was still the only one that knew that I was flying out to Florida and that I was planning to face reveal. I packed up my suitcase and finalized everything at my house before leaving for the airport. I sent a quick text to Clay right before we took off.

When we landed, I walked over towards the pick up area. I kept looking around paranoid that everyone was looking at me, and I did not know what facial expression I should be making. As I made my way to the door, I see Sapnap and a really tall blonde standing by the door. I froze. My eyes widened, as I stopped in the middle of the sea of people trying to leave the airport. I do not know what I was expecting Clay to look like, but he defiantly looked better than I could have ever thought.

Then the nerves sat in. What was George going to think? What was Sapnap going to think? What was Clay going to think? What if I did not meet their expectations? What if I disappointed them?

I decided then that I would bite the bullet and walk right up to them. As soon as I did, Sapnap looked up, and Clay turned his face away immediately. 

“Oh my god, you guys are my favorite Minecraft YouTubers,” I laughed quietly, so only they would hear me. “Can I get your autographs?”

“Y/N!” Clay exclaimed, throwing his arms around my shoulders and burying his face in my neck. “You look great.”

“Thank you, Clay,” I chuckled, hugging him back. I heard the click of a phone, and open one eye to see Sapnap pointing his phone at us. I just rolled my eyes before pulling away from Clay slowly. I held him at arm’s length to look at his face more. I noticed how green his eyes are, the freckles that spread across his cheeks, the fluffy dirty blonde hair on his head that I wanted to run my hands through, and most importantly, his smile. Looking at his smile made me smile as well before I decided what I wanted to say. “Honestly, I’d smash.”

“wHAT?”

~~~~~

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Jack and FL doing karaoke and Jack is singing one direction steal my girl and you know he petty so he has a list of names of who is trying to take his wife

It was the annual couples getaway trip and all of you decided to head out to Denver to stay at Blanca's parents vacation house for two weeks.

It was you, Jack, Curse, Urban, Blanca, Calum, Jessica and Travis.

Curse had gotten a few drinks in her system and decided that it would be the perfect time for a karaoke session.

Her and Urban went first, doing a duet of "You're The One That I Want" from the popular movie Grease.

You and Jack had gone next and did "Magic Stick" by 50 Cent and Lil Kim and didn't quite get to finish because Blanca was concerned that by the end of it the two of you wouldn't have any clothes on.

Jessica did her own special rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen which ended up with Travis grabbing the mic from her because she started crying in the middle of it but kept yelling at him to let her finish and he finally did while she held her bottle of Moscato close to her and took a swig every few lines.

Blanca was mad at Calum for reasons she didn't expose to the rest of the group and sang "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado all while looking in his direction. Every time he made a move to come closer to her she would slap his hand away all while continuing to sing with you and Jessica cheering her on.

All of you were about to wrap it up and go to bed seeing as it was almost 3 in the morning, but Jack wanted to do one more song.

"Hold on! I got the perfect one!" Jack exclaimed while grabbing the mic from Blanca.

"Babe, come on and speed it up, we're all just about done for." You said while leaning your head on Jessica's shoulder who graciously passed you the bottle of Moscato and you took a generous swig.

"Or you simply want to fuck him. We heard the song yall chose." Urban said while rolling his eyes and you stuck your middle finger up at him and stuck out your tongue.

"Do it again and I'll cut it off."

"That's okay. I'll just get Curse to beat you up."

"WHAT?!"

"Don't yall have enough kids already?" Blanca asked and you immediately nodded your head yes while Jack shook his head no and everyone immediately groaned.

"Anyway, I'm going live to record this. Go ahead, baby." You said to Jack as you pulled up your phone.

"Hi everyone! Hubby is doing karaoke so I wanted to record him. Let's see what song he does."

"Okay um this song is dedicated to all my haters. As in everyone trying to steal my wife."

"Oh shit, here we go." Urban said while shaking his head.

You heard the first few notes of "Steal My Girl" by One Direction and immediately laughed.

She's been my queen

Since we were fourteen

We want the same things

We dream the same dreams

Alright, alright

I got it all

'Cause she is the one (Duh, I married her)

Her mom calls me love

Her dad calls me son

Alright, alright

I know, I know, I know for sure

Everybody wanna steal my girl

Everybody wanna take her heart away

Couple billion in the whole wide world

Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Everybody wanna steal my girl

Everybody wanna take her heart away

Couple billion in the whole wide world

Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

"So Clay, Dua, Curse, Goofy Giveon, Druski fuck around and find out."

"Now why am I in it?!" You heard Curse ask and throw her hands up in confusion but Jack just gave her a blank stare.

"Don't ask me stupid questions. You know why."

All you did was laugh before walking over to him and placing several kisses on his lips.

"You know I'm not letting anyone steal me from you." You said while looking up at him.

"You got damn right and I'm about to show you why right now." Jack answered as he quickly threw you over his shoulder as you let out a yelp.

"Nasty asses." Urban muttered while rolling his eyes.

"Wait, baby! Let me end the live first!" You exclaimed while holding your phone.

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fluff

[dnfao3tags]

Monthly Fic Roundup - December 2023

an end to an...interesting year ! and the beginning of hopefully even more interesting one

make sure to leave some love because thats what fuels this fandom :]

— no more fucks given 2023 daily fic advent by alisonsomething, dizzy, Scoops (consciousness_streaming)

not entirely dnf but has a whole bunch of goodies! check them all out.

— calico by indigoh (teen | comp. | 22k)

On the eve of Dream's 24th birthday, Patches goes missing. And it's all George's fault.

— sticky situation with you by boneblanket (expl. | comp. | 5k)

In the beginning of spring, half a year into living together, their relationship still toes the line between routine and rupture. George isn’t bothered by it, but he isn’t satisfied either. He isn’t the only one struggling.

Part 1 of heaven knows

— you play it back (time moves too fast) by jack_not_found (teen | comp. | 6k)

winter weather foils dream's plans for their first anniversary, but george refuses to let that stop them from celebrating

— give you my wild by furculaed (teen | comp. | 6k | mpreg)

When George thinks of kids, he thinks of the dinner table.

— WARNING: no lifeguard on duty. swim at your own risk by sappymix1 (teen | comp. | 10k)

Dream is a witch new to LA and George is a cursed siren he finds living in a swimming pool.

— hit the brakes my mistake by cqfnce (teen | comp. | 5k)

dream and george are soulmates- best friends since they were young, but separated by an ocean. meeting in person is all they've ever wanted- but will it change their friendship?

— to new beginnings by hardtofindneuro (teen | comp. | 33k)

George tells his family he's dating Dream to get them off his back. Then, Dream shows up at his doorstep.

— The Best Bad Idea by gottagetshiver (teen | comp. | 13k)

in which Dream tags along with George to his family Christmas where George finally opens up about his first kiss, he and Dream try and fail to help with readying the house for the holidays, and Dream endears himself to anyone within earshot. Oh, and they have to share George's childhood bed.

— i built a home for you, for me (a place i don't feel alone) by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 28k)

Dream and George's Christmases together over the years.

— All About The Wedding by sageafk (expl. | comp. | 10k)

Dream usually uses George's name to avoid doxxing at hotels and restaurants. But the hotel calls and says they need to know why the name on his card and reservation are different, and Dream panics and tells them that he and George are married.

— make a scene (it's your set) by dangergranger, shadeofblue (jarofhearts) (expl. | wip | 51k+)

George goes partying, sleeps with a guy named Clay, and takes an adorable selfie with his cat that kinda breaks the internet. A few days later, Dream enters the picture.

— when the clock hits zero (will you be mine) by justcallme_m (teen | comp. | 15k)

Dream meets George at a New Year’s Party and falls hard in one night.

— Arizona Green Tea by pondsofkoi (teen | comp. | 20k)

george has a crush on the baritone captain

#dnf #dreamnotfound #anon asks #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dnfao3tags recs #monthly fic roundup #mfr #mfr dec 2023

[that-cool-guy]

THE TECHNICALLY PART TWO OF THE COMIC THING HAS ARRIVED MY FRIENDS!!!!!

Sorry if it sucks I spent quite a bit on this but I don’t know if I got their characters down BUT you can let me know!

link to part one? possibly? (idk if that worked LMAO) NEXT PART!!

vvv CAPTIONS BELOW vvv

Past JD: mmmmm Clay: ARE YOU OKAY- WHO ARE YOU??- WHAT WAS THAT Branch: WHERE DID YOU COME FROM Floyd: wha.. I.. how?? Past JD [internally]: mmm what happened- WHAT [behind JD are the words; voice?, VOICES, voice = living thing??, voice = troll, TROLL??, TROLL = ALIVE???] Past JD: TROLLS?? P. Rhonda: COO!? Past JD: HAHAHAHAHA!! AAHAHA HAA haa AAGH

Past JD: I DONT LIKE THIS [behind JD are the words; please, stop, wake up, come on Dory, I don't like this dream and get up (some used more than once)] P. Rhonda: mrrr Branch: FLOYD- (the word flick is next to JD's ear as he flicks his ear) Past JD [internally]: ... Floyd..? Floyd: Hey.. sorry for overwhelming you, [you must be so confused] I promise were real very real... you need a hand? Branch [blurred text]: FLOYD we don't know if this troll has RABIES or something like that... Clay [blurred text]: Or a weapon- Branch [blurred text]: OR A WEAPON Past JD [internally]: WHAT... Flash back Floyd: HEY JOHNNY, want to go to the market with me and Spruce? underneath that image is just the name Floyd over and over again Past JD: WAAH Branch: eugh..

Past JD: FLOYD :( Floyd: oh hello- how do they know my name? Branch: Oh My Troll Branch: WHA- Past JD: sniff sniff Floyd: hey... pal, it's going to be uh- it'll be ok Clay: how did you even get here? why did they react so greatly to FLOYD? this troll looks familiar but I can't put my finger on it.. what was that THING that spit them out? Branch: Bruh Rhonda: RUMBLE (well she made the sound she didnt say it but you get the point hopefully) John Dory: WHATS UP SQUAD John Dory: YOUR BIG "BRO"THER HAS ARRIVED- ... Past JD: sniff "turn" next to Floyds head (to show that he turned his head to the sound) Clay: oh! hi Branch: I dont trust like that (if you know what im referencing LETS GO \o/) John Dory: Huh.. END tbc? (to be continued?)

#i still dont know how tumblr works #but im getting there #fanart #trolls band together #trolls #trolls fanart #john dory trolls #trolls john dory #clay trolls #trolls clay #floyd trolls #trolls floyd #trolls branch #branch trolls #trolls au

[slvthrs]

hii first of all congrats on 200 followers!!

Could you write about cc!dream hitting it from behind and tilting fem!readers head back through pulling her hair.. and then he‘d just kinda lean forward and drop those sounds right into her ear (and saying stuff like „i‘m fucking obsessed w u, yk“ like in your prompts lmaoo) 😩😩

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SM

I'M SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH YOU Y'KNOW | dreamwastaken

CC!DREAM X FEM!READER

THIS IS FOR MY 200 FOLLOWER EVENT MAKE SURE TO REQ!!

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, fingering, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), hair pulling, slight vouyerism

word count: 1k <3

Florida is so fucking hot sometimes. The way that shirts stick to skin and the way that when you would walk out of the house and immediately be hit with a wave of heat that absolutely envelopes you. I really wanna move sometimes but I never would unless my boyfriend came with me. By 6 foot 3, sandy beach blond with freckles and green eyes, the archetype of someone from Florida- Clay.

From where we live the crashing of the beach waves helps to lull me to sleep in the night and sounds of beachgoers is my alarm clock and as much as I love living here the heat will always get to me- it’s uncomfortable and suffocating. I’m a person who likes the cold and my boyfriend is exactly the opposite- he’s warm and sweet and kind of like a loyal dog. 

So that’s the reason why I’m currently laying back down in the shortest skirt I could find and a tiny crop top with no bra, sucking on this popsicle like it’s my last meal in the world. 

I let my head dangle off the edge of the counter with my body fully on display for no one. I should be a lot more careful with my boyfriend's roommate walking the halls but he’s seen me in more, erm, compromising positions. The sound of the neighborhood is bouncing off the walls of the kitchen and I can hear a soft pair of footsteps coming down from the house's gym. 

And speak of the devil and he may appear- my boyfriend walks into the kitchen to grab some water and so I can shamelessly check him out. He’s just wearing his sweatpants which rest dangerously low on his waist and he is slightly wet and a towel is thrown over his shoulder- which I presume is for wiping up but what catches my attention is the way his hands flex and how big they are compared to mine- It’s like he could drown me in his hands and I would never complain.

But I compose myself, “Hi babe how was the work out?” I say stretching myself out more so he can see me even better

He looks startled, “Shit I didn’t realize you were here” He says as he turns to look at me and the moment our eyes meet with both know that we both want each other,

“Erm it went well, Ilike the outfit” He says taking a swig of his water

“Thanks” I say with the most innocent expression I can muster and I sit up to look at him doe-eyed “I like your fit as well” I chuckled referencing to how little he's wearing

“Ha ha very funny I work out in this what is your excuse for looking like that” He says with fake annoyance

“One, it’s fucking boiling in Florida and two, what do you mean ‘looking like that’” I say emphasising the ‘that’

He groans, “You just, I dunno, look hot” He admits

“Well yeah it’s like 90 degrees outside” I joke

“You fucking know I didn’t mean that” He says walking closer to me and placing the water bottle away and placing both his hands on either sides of me- caging me in

I finish my popsicle and hook my hands around his neck playing with the wooden stick of the popsicle, “Hmm, I don’t think I know what you mean?” I say faking my innocence

“Oh yeah you wanna play it like that? Fine we can do it like that” He states as he crashes our lips together, we both taste like sweat, ice, and cherry popsicle along with pent up aggression of not having even kissed each other in days due to our contrasting schedule. 

He lifts his hands to the hem of my shirt to take it of revealing my braless state, and looks at me in a state of bewilderment, “God your such a fucking whore and you love to pretend your innocent” He says as he starts to kiss my chest and starts to trail down and before he reaches my skirt he flips me over so my stomach is pressed up against the counter.

The chill of the counter makes me almost moan from how hot I am. He flips up my skirt and pulls my panties aside to lean up his cock with my clothed cunt and slams into me gaining a completely pornographic moan that puts satan to shame. 

His hands take refuge on my waist as he sets an unrelenting pace tumbling me so close to my climax. One of his hands finds my clit as he circles and teases it making me almost cry of complete pleasure but he stops as the same hand finds my hair and pulls it back so our eyes connect.

Instead of finding a sort of ravaged animalistic look on Clay’s face he looks at me in awe as if I look like the world's finest art and dips his head right next to mine, 

“I’m fucking obsessed with you y’know”

And the words of praise cause everything to come crashing down- as I cum he lets go of his grip on my hair and it’s replaced with slight kisses on my back that trails down and he soothes me out of my orgasm.

With a few more thrusts he’s following me and then he pulls out of me but his grip on me stays because we both know that if he lets go I might just collapse. 

We stay there just for a bit, “Let’s go before Sap finds us sweetheart” he says as he’s picking me up and princess carries me to our shared bedroom and he draws us into a bath.

#dreamwastaken smut #dream smut #dream x reader #dream x reader smut #dwt x reader #dwt smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #bella fawns over dwt #bella's anons #bella's 200 event #bella's 🎧 anon

[bloobluebloo]

His stitching was not going as well as he hoped.

Unlike swords, needles were fiddly and just as sharp when they wanted to be. Unlike rope, thread only made knots if one did not want them. Link had always known that fabric was made of threads, he'd known looms all his life from a wary distance, but to make his own fabric out of threads of a worm, and dye, and then add more threads from sheep that defied the pattern of the threads already in the fabric-

Link had many strange dreams about ewes and cacoons and little fat caterpillars with horns and also looms that flattened the seas to bleed the colours of the poes his ancestors failed to save.

That is to say he did not sleep very much, and when he yawned he stabbed himself with the needle again, and swore.

He had meant to make it red, but he did it poorly, and it came out pink. Very, undeniably, bows for little hylian girls, pink. The stretchy bit of the hair band was simply a thinly laid rubber, and that was much easier for Link to do. Somehow. Like honey and clay together. So, his bunched up scrunchie was hideous and garish, but functional. He couldn't give this to Gan. He couldn't even show it to the man.

He sat in the learning hall in the night by moonlight and lantern, grateful that his fussing was believed to be dedicated instead of panic. He had to make something. Anything to show instead of floofy embarressment he laboured so hard for. From scraps of other students, he made a tiny doll. He found himself making a little bokoblin, because of course he did. Fighting and monsters and getting into trouble (his own and everyone else's) was all he could do.

By accident, he fell asleep.

In the morning, he could not find his wonky little doll. It was for the best. It would never have pleased the man, especially for how much time and resources he wasted. Worst of all, he couldn't find his wretched scrunchie, either. He was out of time. His stomach churned. Bringing either would have been better than this- coming empty handed.

Gan wore an outfit Link had not seen before. It was something between the vai and voe sets Link knew, and whatever its actual name, it looked good on him. Oddly, it was also pink. The hylian was sure Gan only owned black and red and gold, in anything. Link chose to stand aside and admire him from afar. Other students approached him one by one and showed off their little projects. It was cute, from them, because they were all more or less children. Link stayed aside- and then his teacher noticed him.

"What are you doing?"

"Watching." Link replied. He confessed much more quietly, "Hiding."

"You are good at it." She laughed, "but why?"

"Nothing to give." Link sighed. He fixed his posture. It was a habit that served him still.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, you should have waited to give it with the rest of the class, but that is no reason for shame."

Link furrowed his brow as his thoughts ground to smoke.

And then he saw it. Gan's hair was pulled back in the same pink scrunchie, but with the goofy bokoblin stitched on. It held strong and proud despute such thick and braided hair. Gan had chosen his garb to honour the pink of Link's haphazard mistake.

"Oh." Link muttered.

Gan finally turned to see Link in his hiding place, and beamed.

⁂

EHEM anyways I didn’t expect my heart to be filled with hearts and rainbows but Ganondorf in pink wearing a cute lil Boko scrunchie to make his little boyfriend is HAAAAAAAA

#cryin in the club rn for real #ganondorf #link #ganlink

[birdy-the-tweet]

❄️•Nexocember•❄️

Day 3 - Monster

Another writing prompt for Day 3 of Nexocember! Today, I'm gonna delve a little into the future of the rewrite and in the climax of Aaron's story arc as he makes his final stride on the path to meet his end at the hands of the Green Knight.

Firefox mentions below as well! I think that's the ship name for Macy and Aaron? I dunno, I love a good DnD pun so I call them Drakewarden. Y'know, after Drakewarden Ranger- yeah okay I'll shut up.

Enjoy!

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Time Stamp: S7 E7 - Same Mistake

Not once in his life had he ever called a single person, machine, creature, or beast a monster.

It was like how some people refused to say they “hated” someone when “greatly dislike” or “not fond of” worked just fine instead. The word “monster” was more than just a label scholars would throw around when discussing the great trials and tribulations of Knighton’s formation and cementing. It described the actions of a man as so vile and horrid, they couldn’t be deemed human for thinking any of their decisions were sane or morally right. It was one thing to be a bad person, perhaps even troubled or misguided, but to be a monster… To Aaron, there was a threshold to reach before anything could earn that title.

He’d known plenty of bad people growing up. The knights who were stationed in Grindstead? No most of those were bad people, entitled jerks who flaunted their shields like it was the crown of the Halberts and dragged many civilians into poverty, anxiety, and servitude. Only recently did he get the chance to learn of a few knights who broke the modern criteria, his classmates included. None of them were bad people, not even Clay. Especially not Clay.

He wished he could’ve said goodbye to all of them.

Pacing tensely through the lush green domain of trees and life, the Emerald Knight approached an archway naturally crafted of eroded stone and slithering flower vines. He discarded his armor at the camp, now dressed in nothing but a worn down tunic, a pair of grime-stained trousers, and his only pair of shoes that survived long enough to reach this point of the journey. One year ago, a week or so before today, he stupidly made a deal with a fey to partake in a twisted game of fate. He killed the creature with a single swing of an axe. Now it was his turn to die.

Regrets fluttered in his mind like agitated wasps, gnawing at his brain as he drew closer to the unnerving ruins before him. He knew he should’ve said goodbye to his team. He knew he should’ve visited the place where they let Clay’s statue rest. He knew he should’ve been kinder to his parents instead of losing his temper during what he liked to call his Last Supper. He knew he should’ve told his siblings about what would happen to him, now knowing they would spend the next Candle Festival questioning why they didn’t receive a present from him.

He knew he should’ve said goodbye to Macy instead of leaving her at the campsite to wake up without him.

Hazy eyes stinging with exhaustion winced as he drew his gaze to the stone arch. Glimmers of blue danced around the mineral on soft gusts of morning wind. Butterflies. They were butterflies. He’d seen butterflies like those before. They would hover close around…

Yep. This was the right place. The Green Chapel, as the fey put it all that time ago.

A year of rancid dreams slaughtering his sleeping self time and time again in more excruciating ways than the last, now put to rest at the terror of knowing it was moments away from reality. This was it. The moment he stepped through the archway and into the greenery of the ruins, his life would come to an end. It didn’t scare him necessarily, for nothing did. But he wished he had more time to make his life more complete. An apology to Clay for being a thorn in his neck all these years would’ve been wonderful. A hug to Axl would make him worry less about his well being. And oh, what he’d give to see what was really under Dauntless’s mask. He should’ve kissed Macy too.

No. He couldn’t be thinking about those things, about the “what ifs” and “what could’ve beens”. There were a smorgasbord of achievements he collected like limited edition figurines over the years, and this year especially was in mint condition as Macy would say. He became a knight of the realm, something he didn’t think he’d enjoy at that time but grew to appreciate throughout the last few months. His unique talent for sports and parkour grew to astronomical levels, so much so he could scale the entire city of Knightonia without any more than a cut on his arm. While the stress of being the kingdom’s only protectors drained him of his smile from time to time, he got to see more of the realm in a span of five months than a normal coastline civilian would ever see in fifty years. He introduced Axl to the team and helped him become an official knight in training, and he rescued both Pola and Fred from their father’s schemes. The knights had battled lava monsters, stone lycans, vicious techno vampires, ocean spirits, giant kings; all of which wouldn't have been possible without the unintentional family they all had become. With Robin and Ava's intelligence and ingenuity, Merlok's guidance and magic, Axl and Flint's contributions as a sixth knight and a spy against the enemy, and the long, strenuous marathon of growth and teamwork the five of them had developed over almost five years, why, the kingdom would've been in much worse shape.

They were a family now. He couldn't deny it now that he gave it more thought at his final moments. Even though he was forced into a role that gave him more heart ache, stress, anger, and injustice than a woman fisherman working among monster hunters, he wouldn't have changed a single moment of his late adolescence and early adulthood. It humbled him - in an odd way - and made him aware of his fragility and humanity. He found the love of his life, he made some killer friends at the academy, he traveled the realm and witnessed spectacles and horrors beyond the imagination. But if he could wish for anything, he'd want a future with those people. Just one more day would've been great. He'd make it the best day of his life even if it was his last.

"Green Knight?!" bellowed the ginger haired knight into the wind, the breeze catching his words and whisking them into the heart of the empty clearing. When silence answered, he felt a boiling tinge of unease. "I'm here! A little late, but had some detouring to do. You're not exactly good at giving directions, ya know."

More silence. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. For the love of the storm, he hated this. Not even the Fortrex at the dead of night was this quiet; there was always a gentle hum in the RV's walls and enough snoring to keep his mind calm. Where was this fey? It told him to find him at the Green Chapel, did it not? It was like it wanted him to lose his sanity before dealing the final blow, like it found it funny to watch him unravel into broken breaths and trembling limbs. He could already feel the headache from the lack of air pooling his lungs like a shallow low tide.

All of his optimism had been wasted on an idiotic idea that maybe, just maybe, he could weasel his way out of his doom. Maybe if he showed the creature he was worth sparing, or maybe if he showed kindness and courage, he'd be fine. But again, silence answered. It didn't care. Of course it didn't care. It just wanted to shed blood.

Clenching his teeth and stifling a snarl behind a low, guttural exhale, Aaron barked at the wind. "HEY. WHERE ARE YOU?? You made me go all this way for NOTHING OR SOMETHING?? What, chickening out now?? I thought you were SO THRILLED to kill me! Having second thoughts now?? You made me think I was gonna die in some horrible way all year long for NOTHING? WHERE IN GOD'S BLOOD ARE YOU YOU A-"

A creak of wood groaned through the canopy, stealing his breath before he could finish his sentence. His jaw rattled as he inhaled unstably and craned his head to the branches above his head. Not all of the branches were... branches.

It was exactly how his dreams played out. A head crowned in wooden horns twitched like an ant infected by cordyceps. Some of the tree limbs twisted and unraveled from the trunks, revealing a pair of massive fingers made of the same wooden material as buried roots. Growls and moans hoarsely crackled through the bark of the creature hoisting itself from the shadows.

His blood ran cold, feet frozen in the earth despite not processing fear from its presence. It took its time to show itself. No, it waited until he lost his temper to show itself. This was nothing but a game, a fey prank in the most horrendous form, and he was the victim of the emotional turmoil it found so deliciously amusing. He felt so stupid for ever thinking it would ever have the heart to spare him. All the insomnia, the stress, the dread of knowing he wouldn't see the flowers of spring, the loss of appetite and nausea after nightmares made him nothing more than a lunch for the beast, the breakdowns, the apologies to loved ones, and every day he had to wear a fake smile just so nobody would worry when the time came for him to vanish; the fey didn't care. It was all entertainment. It was all part of the game.

Not once in his life had he ever called a single person, machine, creature, or beast a monster.

But in that moment, when the Green Knight lowered itself from the canopy of the woodlands and glared down at him with a skeletal mask for a wooden face, only one thing left Aaron's mouth.

"...oh you monster."

#nexo knights #lego nexo knights #aaron fox #nexo knights aaron #nexocember

[fictionadventurer]

I happened to see a good chunk of the Netflix Persuasion. I can't give a complete review or analysis or whatever, but I have thoughts.

This movie has some very pretty colors. I like cool color palettes, what can I say?

There was one shot of a purple sunset where I was like, "Oh, I could live in this picture."

The aesthetic was so trendy I couldn't take it seriously. The clothes were that 2019 Little Women cottagecore vibe with lots of poorly-fitted textures and layers and colors. I laughed out loud at the Big White Text announcing LYME or BATH, because it's such a specific vibe.

I tried to detach from any notion of it as an Austen adaptation, and just enjoy it as its own movie that just happens to take place in a history-flavored fantasy world where everyone uses modern speech. Because sometimes those stories can be fun. It still didn't work.

Because it mostly just confused me. It was this weird mish-mash of genres and tones that didn't really blend together. Oil and water. It was Pinterest and Hallmark and Austen and College Humor and Instagram and Feminism and it's all felt like it came from completely different movies.

It was trying to be a sincere period drama love story and a goofy parody at the same time and it just didn't work.

Like, there were some sweet moments in it. Anne talking about poetry to Captain Benwick was rather nice.

But then you've got things like the weird octopus-sucking-my-face story Anne tells at Lady Dalrymple's. Even that could have worked okay in context, because Mr. Eliot jumps in and turns it into a metaphor about identity, which helps to cover for Anne's awkwardness and shows that he's willing to help her out. But then they keep bringing up the octopus as a sort of pet name and it's just so weird and doesn't fit with the rest of the story.

I've gotten ahead of myself so I'm going to backtrack to some specifics.

Mary Musgrove was excellent. Spot-on. I love how she's visibly younger than Anne. First adaptation I've seen that emphasizes that.

It was interesting how they emphasized the Mrs. Clay storyline. It actually sparked some interesting thoughts about the differences between the male social climbing of the sailors (shown in a positive light in Austen) and the female social climbing of the marriage-seeking ladies (shown in a more negative light).

I've never had a clearer picture of why Mrs. Clay matters so much to Mr. Elliot. Even in the book, it's a bit muddy, but it's crystal clear here. Mr. Elliot telling us his schemes straight-out did have the benefit of making the story very easy to follow.

I've got to back up again.

They completely altered the Anne/Wentworth storyline by mixing around all the plot points.

After they go to Bath, Wentworth seeks out Anne, says that they haven't had a chance to talk, and tells her how he always admired how good she was in an emergency. And this was before the staircase scene. I was extremely confused, until it hit me--this is a dream sequence! This is how Anne wants it to play out, but then she'll wake up!

But no! This actually happened! Wentworth says all this very sincerely and passionately, leading up to him declaring...that he wants to be friends. (At least there's context for "We're worse than exes--we're friends.")

It completely alters the trajectory of their relationship. Instead of jumping from the passion of hatred to the passion of love, Wentworth has gone to the other end of the pole--friendly indifference. He likes Anne and is totally okay with her marrying someone else.

I think they changed it so Mr. Elliot could be a serious contender in the love triangle. Wentworth has let her go--can she find happiness with someone else? I'll admit it's an interesting change, even if it's not Persuasion.

But it also seems like they're trying to make Wentworth a Suitable Love Interest for the Twitter Generation. Wentworth gets weirdly bristly with Mr. Elliot. Then Wentworth apologizes because Anne is a strong woman who doesn't need his protection. He tells her she should have been able to be an admiral. He's being mature and letting go of his resentment and wishing her well and showing that he doesn't like Regency Gender Roles. It's like they're shaving away his character growth in favor of a bland Nontoxic Relationship (TM).

But then Anne likes Mr. Elliot because he's bad? He openly talks about how he's trying to wreck her father's relationship to get the title. He insults her family. And she likes it.

This version of Anne holds her family in contempt. She doesn't like them or how they treat her and she openly disdains it. So she connects with Mr. Elliot. But the book Anne seems sad for her family--she doesn't like their behavior because she wishes they could be better people. She has compassion while movie Anne is resentful.

Persuasion is all about restraint. This movie is all about lack of restraint. People speak bluntly and say what they think and openly insult people. It's a completely different culture from the usual Austen movie, because it's modern culture. Which emphasizes how little we value good manners and restraint.

It's also weird how in changing the story, they also turn it into a generic rom-com. There's a more blatant love triangle between the good boy and the bad boy. Wentworth is starting to fall in love with Anne, but he's got an opportunity to advance his career, and he has to decide within a few days, oh no! It's textbook romcom plot points.

There was another point that I'll probably think of later.

EDIT: Oh, I just remembered! I think it was that the movie was so interested in the vibes and emotions of each individual scene that it didn't bother to try to stitch them together in a coherent whole.

The ending kiss looked 1000% like the cover of a cheap romance novel.

And the final moral of "don't let anyone tell you how to live your life" feels so simplistic and selfish and weird.

Overall, I'm not angry. I'm just confused. It's not the type of movie to arouse any kind of emotion other than "Huh???" And maybe a bit of regret that they couldn't have done better things with the interesting bits.

#persuasion #netflix persuasion #jane austen #this is really bad and rambly but i can't put it into any better order #probably because of how disjointed the movie (and my watching experience) was #i wouldn't have sought out this movie in a million years but since it happened to be on in the background i took the opportunity #it was the best way to do it because i didn't feel like i was losing any of my life to actively choosing to watch this #i was just casually analyzing