#please ignore that I already wrote her on this blog before

[fairysluna]

Hi! Could I please request another threesome with Cregan, reader and Jace. Maybe they get jealous when they see reader with another men and want to teach her a lesson? Thank you and love your blog!

i get drunk on jealousy.

Modern!AU — After they've ignored you for a week, you were desperate to have their attention back. Flirting with a random guy might not be the best idea.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.

TAGS — polyrelationship/polyamorous, m/m/f, smut (p in v, clit play, handjob, oral sex, creampie, spitting, cum eating, male on male action), jace x cregan, use of alcohol and drugs, kind of drunk sex, dom!cregan, switch!jace, sub!reader, jealousy, cursing. If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — Don't expect so much of this fic, I saw this picture, I saw a vision, and basically my horniness wrote this by itself. Not my best work, but fuck it, this is just for fun. Also, this made me realize that I'm unable to write dom!Jace if Cregan is there too, oops??? I guess??? NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE MEN.

I took this request as an excuse to write this fic so... thank you for sending it and hope you enjoy this!🤍

WORD COUNT — 3.1k

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Most people on Campus knew about your strange relationship with Cregan and Jacaerys. Some guys would often call you a whore behind your back, while some girls would prefer the term ‘lucky bitch’; it was no secret that the both of them were quite known for being handsome and gallant, almost acting like real life prince-charmings. Every girl would drool for them, acknowledging their chivalry and politeness. Of course, they already knew about the attention that they received from the opposite sex, they knew about how many girls would love to be in your position. Which is why they didn't understand why you were so eager to act like a brat.

Jace tapped Cregan's shoulder as he saw you chatting with some random guy that suddenly appeared next to you on the couch. Neither of them had seen him before, he was probably a freshman or someone that sneaked into the party without invitation. Both pairs of eyes were intently staring at you, watching every move you make. They knew you weren't oblivious enough to not see it; he was obviously flirting with you, and you were clearly enjoying every moment of it. Jacaerys, being the most jealous out of the three of you, tightened his grip around his bottle of beer, his fingertips turning white as Cregan turned to look at him.

“Don't do anything stupid,” he warned him. “She'll deal with us later.”

“But look at her!” Jace snapped, his breathing ragged.

“She's doing it to piss us off,” Cregan attempted to calm him down. “She won't do anything with that guy. Just wait until the party's over and we'll take care of it, okay?”

He looked at him, obediently nodding as he took a long sil out of his beer to calm down a bit. Jace forbade himself to turn your way, ignoring your desperate attempt to make them jealous. Cregan, being a lot less hotheaded than Jace, acted nonchalantly toward your attitude, pretending you were doing nothing wrong, even when he wanted to grab your arm and take you right in that couch just to clarify that you belong to them.

Cregan knew your purpose, you both had spoken about it earlier that day after one of your classes together. They both have been ignoring you, neglecting your needs and spending more time alone — without you. At first you didn't mind it, thinking that they were busy with the final exams and their final projects of the semester; however, when you knew they were using all that time to plan this stupid party you got pissed, almost screaming at him in the middle of the campus, frustrated. Now here you were, sitting with a freshman trying to get in your pants, all while they were still ignoring you.

Both guys spent the rest of the night drinking, playing some games with other members of the fraternity and having a blast while you were standing in a corner, alone and bored; your two lovers out of your sight. Perhaps that was why you couldn't see Jace searching for you everytime he could, unable to control the jealousy that had grown within him. He couldn't find you anywhere around, which made his mind overthink about where you were, and with whom. Cregan would try to calm him down, offering him his blunt which Jace would accept in order to relax.

Hours passed, it was 4am when the music stopped and everyone passed out in random parts of the fraternity house. Cregan and Jace were stumbling their way up to their dorm, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in their bodies as they struggled to reach for their room. They both were holding onto each other until they opened the door and saw you standing in front of the mirror, wiping off your make up and getting ready to sleep. They noticed you had moved their beds together, making a bigger one as you usually do whenever you stayed with them.

They entered the room in silence, and while Cregan was closing the door and turning the lock, Jace stood closer to you almost drooling once he saw you were wearing one of his shirts. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face on the crock of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin and completely forgetting about the fact that he was supposed to be ignoring you.

“You're so fucking weak, Jace,” Cregan scolded him, removing his shoes and shirt, getting ready to bed.

You turned to look at the eldest guy, who just ignored your intense gaze.

“You're mad?” you dared to ask.

“We both are, actually,” Jacaerys murmured against your skin.

“And why would you be mad? I should be the angry one!”

“Oh, really?” Cregan finally turned, stepping closer to you. “Why is that?”

“You know why! We talked about this and you decided to keep ignoring me!”

Stark laughed dryly, his gray eyes getting darker as he narrowed them. “Is that why you've been acting like a fucking whore tonight? Trying to get into a freshman's pants to get our attention. Fucking pathetic.” He took a step close enough to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You tried to squirm away from him, but Jace's arms tightened their grip around your body, and you had no escape. “Jace couldn't even enjoy the fucking party because he thought you were sucking another guy's cock. You think that's fair? To make him feel like shit the entire night because you were just needy of attention?”

“I- I didn't-”

“You broke my heart tonight, sweetheart,” Jace whispered in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your shirt. “You need to pay for what you've done…”

“I'm- I'm sorry, I never meant to-”

“It seems like you need a lesson,” Cregan interrupted you, tightening his grip on your face and making you whine. “Something to remind you that you belong to us.”

Jacaerys' hand cupping your core with one of his hands, burying his fingers between your folds and covering them with your growing slick. He giggled, “she's not wearing panties…” he informed, smiling up at Cregan who clenched his jaw.

“Get her on her knees,” he commanded, and the youngest obeyed immediately, letting you go from his firm grip.

You fell to your knees, scratching them with the raspy carpet beneath you. Jace removed his shirt as Cregan started to unbutton his pants until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. You whimpered once you saw his cock starting to get hard under your haze, your mouth watering as you leaned towards his side.

“Get on the bed,” he pointed at Jace. You tried to stand up and follow the instructions too, yet he stopped you by gripping the front of your head and pulling it back. “Not you,” he sternly said. “Open up.”

Obediently, you did as you were told, opening your mouth and letting him press his tip on your tongue. He gave it a few taps, teasing before ge finally decided to start fucking your mouth. Cregan grabbed the sides of your head to keep you still in your position, and his hips started to snap against your throat without further warning. You found stability when you placed your cold hands on his thighs, grasping onto them so you wouldn't lose balance as he had no mercy with you.

You looked up teary eyed, gagging and gulping loudly as you heard his moans slipping out of his plump lips. The small eye contact suddenly became too much for him, so he leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. “Such a delicious mouth,” he praised you, “taking my cock so fucking well.”

His grip around your head started to hurt a bit, his fingertips burying in you as he fastened his pace. It wasn't hard for you to become a mess; your own drool was falling down the corners of your lips as you cried out, your whines being muffled by him inside your mouth, and your slick already starting to leak out of you. Your arousal only grew once he buried himself completely in your mouth, grabbed the back of your head and forced you to stay there for a few seconds, with his length fully sheathed in your throat. Your nose brushed against his pelvis as the air started to escape from your lungs.

“Come on now, baby,” he murmured with a strained voice, feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth. “Take it… take it all…”

He chuckled softly as you started to tap on his thigh, and he quickly let you go. You gasped once he pulled out of your mouth, gasping for the air your lungs desperately needed. He moaned softly once he saw you; tears on your face, drool falling down your swollen lips — you looked so pretty he even thought about letting you go unpunished and just please you, but then he turned to see Jace; his cock was achingly hard, his ruddy tip leaking as he desperately fucked his fist; he had been so good to you, and you made him feel so bad throughout the night; he deserved a reward, and you deserved a punishment.

Before you could react, Cregan grabbed your body with ease, lifting you up from the ground and carelessly carrying you towards the bed. You moaned with his touch, so needy of him that even his roughness made you squirm out of pleasure. He moved your body around as if you were a ragdoll, shifting your position in bed until you were sitting on top of Jace's pelvis, his cock right between your legs. For a second you thought it was finally the time for them to fuck you, but you were so wrong.

“Grab her hips,” he commanded, using that mandatory tone that drove you and Jace insane. “Don't let her move.”

He positioned himself between the boy's legs, leaving you more confused than before. “What- what are you-?”

“I'm teaching you a lesson,” he stopped you before you could finish your question. “You'll see what happens when you behave and when you don't.”

You saw him leaning down, his plump lips wrapping the tip of Jace's cock and making him squirm beneath your body. Your mouth dropped as you looked at Cregan taking him entirely, his haze fixed in you as the frustration in your body grew even more. The youngest had his nails buried in the flesh of your hips, you heard him moan so prettily that you could even feel the slick oozing out of you, even when you were untouched. It was such a sinful image to witness, especially when Cregan's eyes became teary once he gagged around Jace.

“Oh, fuck…” you mumbled, tears of despair gathering in your eyes as your breathing became ragged. “P-please touch me…”

Jace's hand attempted to reach for your throbbing clit, but the older grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “I'll stop if you touch her,” he warned him. All you could do was cry out.

Cregan's ragged breathing would reach your folds, causing shivers all over your spine. You would try to move your hips to at least rub yourself against Jace's skin, but he didn't allow it, holding you down so tightly that you were certain it would leave a bruise.

The moans turned into whines as Jace started to quickly feel the orgasm coming. His skin was burning as Cregan fervently sucked on his tip, using his tongue to clean up the precum spilling from his slit. Whenever you would cry out or move on top of him he would feel closer to the edge, his body burning inside. “I'm so fucking close, baby,” he whimpered, “keep sucking my cock, I'm- I'm gonna fucking cum… f-fuuck.”

You saw Cregan hollowing his cheeks, milking Jace dry as he came inside his mouth. Drops of the pearly seed escaped from his lips and you felt the need to lick them both clean. You needed a taste, anything that would make you feel some kind of relief.

He sat back up, and as soon as he laid his hazy eyes on you, he grabbed your neck pulling you closer towards him. As if it was a reflex, you opened your mouth while you stared at him through your glossy eyes. He let his spit fall onto your mouth, to then pull you close and fervently kiss you. The salty taste of Jace's release lingered in your mouths as you devoured each other, you would whine against his lips, still sobbing as your pussy was already aching for the lack of attention.

That's when the boy beneath you wrapped you between his arms, forcing you to lay on top of his chest. He didn't even let you catch a break before you felt his cock slowly making his way inside of you, and you gasped out of relief. He stretched you out, providing you with that sweet sting of pain that drove you insane. His hands grabbed your thighs, folding you in half as he started to thrust upwards.

“Don't ever forget who you belong to,” he grunted against your ear as you struggled to keep it quiet. Probably the whole house knew what you were doing, and maybe that was their purpose all along. “You're fucking ours, baby. This tight pussy belongs to us, do you hear me?”

Cregan's hand fell hard on your throbbing clit as you remained silent. A whine left your lips as Jace kept bullying your gummy, wet walls with his girth.

“Answer him,” he demanded, getting closer to you and placing his leaking cock on top of your swollen pearl. You felt the room spinning.

“Yes! Yes! I'm- fuck… I'm fucking yours,” you sobbed.

The whole situation became overwhelming, while one was burying himself in the deepest part of you, the other was rubbing himself on your sensitive flesh, searching for his own release as he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Fuck, you're fucking squeezing me so tight, baby,” Jace moaned, breathlessly as he felt the mixture of your slick falling down his sack. The lewd sounds of your folds getting stretched by his thickness almost making him cum again. “So fuckin delicious…”

“We've just started and we already fucked her silly,” Cregan chuckled. “She's a fucking mess for us…”

A layer of sweat covered your body; you felt the blood burning inside your veins, the orgasm approaching you embarrassingly fast as they were stimulating your senses. Your eyes rolled back, the desperate pleads slipping out of your lips as you were begging them to make you cum. You were shaking, your face covered in tears as the moans were ripped out of your throat.

“So loud,” the older teased you, “gonna wake up the whole fucking house…”

“I- I need to… please, I need to cum!”

Cregan leaned towards you, and Jace instinctively fastened his pace, burying himself deeper and harder; you had a hard time thinking straight as the older’s hands tightened around your neck. “Ow, poor girl, wants to cum. I don't think you deserve it.”

“P-please, Cregan…”

“Work for it,” he demanded. “Make Jace cum and then you're free to do it too.”

Almost as if it was an instinct, you started to move your hips up and down Jace's cock, making the thrusts more intense and deeper. The younger moaned loudly, already feeling overstimulated by your movements and feeling his sack heavy with a new load of his release. He thought about how pretty you would look with your legs spreaded and his seed falling from your weeping hole; that image alone almost made him peak right in the spot.

“Jacey, please!” you whined, already growing tired. “Please, please, cum in me!”

“Want me to fill your pretty cunny, baby? Mhm? Want my cum inside of you?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as your walls clenched with his filthy words.

“Yes… yes, please… give it to me, please…”

As a spectator, Cregan groaned loudly, quickly rubbing his hands around his shaft with his eyes fixed in the way Jace was filling you up, bewitched by that bulge in your belly that grew each time that he would bury himself deep inside of you, touching your sweet spot over and over until your head feel dizzy and all that left your mouth were incoherent mumbling.

“I can't… I can't hold it…” you sobbed.

“Come on, baby, I'm so fucking close, just wait for me,” Jace whimpered, his movements getting more desperate and sloppier.

“I can't! I can't! F-fuck…”

Everything came to a breaking point once your release gushed out of you, spurring all over them and making a complete mess. Neither of them could hold back after such an obscene view in front of them, and they were quick to follow. Jacaerys finally spilled himself in you, his seed painting your walls and filling you to the brim. Lastly, Cregan stained your shirt and flesh with his pearly drops, moaning so beautifully that it made you feel butterflies in your belly.

You hissed when Jace pulled out of you, feeling your legs shake while Cregan struggled to stand up from the bed and looking for something to clean you up while you laid against the younger’s body, who softly wiped the tears out of your face.

“Shh… it's okay, you did so good for us, my love,” he cooes, so gently. “So, so good.”

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you mumbled while Cregan returned to your side with a towel in his hand. With soft brushes he started to clean your thighs, your belly and the raw flesh between your legs. “I- I never meant to make you two feel bad… I was- I was being so selfish-”

“Hey,” Cregan stopped you, holding your face with gentleness; so different from his previous touch. “It's already behind us, okay?”

Once he finished cleaning you up, your body fell into Jace's embrace as he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him and cuddling with you. He hid his face on the crook of your neck and softly hummed when the remains of your sweet perfume reached his nose.

“We love you so much,” he whispered, “please, don't ever do that to us again…”

You grabbed your face only to see his puppy, brown eyes. A gentle, soft kiss was shared as you felt Cregan laying down behind you and fondling your body, soon you three had your limbs tangled as you kissed and caressed each other without shame. Loving touches that relaxed all of you.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered again to the both of them. “I'll never do that again.”

“Do you promise?” Cregan asked.

“I promise,” you softly nodded.

The Northern boy leaned to leave a soft kiss on your cheek, you both shared a gentle smile which let you know that the anger that was once within him was now fully gone.

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[mysticmunson]

buddy; steve harrington x f!reader

s.harrington x f.reader

a little blurb i wrote quickly about reader ditching the mushy nicknames they both love. no warnings, but blog is 18+ and special thanks to the loveliest girl ever, autumn, for entertaining this idea w me @lilacletter word count: 1k

The idea sprang into your brain through a conversation with Robin over frozen yogurt, a mountain of toppings on each of your treats. 

“The way you two fawn each other is weird!” Robin scolded, shoving her plastic spoon in her bowl.

“What! How?” You laughed, wiping a bit of vanilla from the corner of your lips.

Rolling her eyes, she huffed, “Baby? Sweetheart? Love? Don’t even get me started on darling or mama-And yes! I did hear when he called you mama and it made me gag. Use something less gross.”

Her tangent made your cheeks warm, covering your face in embarrassment. The names were cavity levels of sweet, both of you loved them, but it was silly to consider how often you indulged in them.

So sitting on your blue sofa, you watched TV with the volume a bit higher than you wanted it to be, too lazy to stand and turn it down. 

“Hey buddy, can you turn it down please?” You asked from the mountain of blankets as he walked into the room.

“Yeah- Wait what?” He froze, finger on the sound, pushing down for a few notches.

“Thank you.” You replied, ignoring his question and just relieved you could watch Family Ties in peace. 

Your warm smile made his own question fade, figuring he misheard you, and moving on with what he was walking towards. Which he forgot, so he went into the kitchen. 

It would be an hour or so later when you were getting ready to hang out with friends, standing in the bathroom and applying some concealer when it would happen again. The wand glided over your skin, gently patting it with your fingertips as he walked in behind you.

A hand firm on your waist to solidify his balance and keep you in place, he went over your head to reach your medicine cabinet, taking the pot of hair cream you bought him for Christmas.

At your side, he opened it and began applying it to his hair which was now scattered with shades of blonde due to the brutal summers of Indiana. After he finished, he wiped his hands on the towel hanging on the rack, turning around to put his cream back.

“You look so pretty.” He gawked, kissing your temple before looking at your concentrated face in the mirror as you applied mascara. The words made your heart flutter, a small ache in your tummy that could only be brought on by emotions from another person.

Recalling Robin’s words, you smiled, “Thanks, pal.”

A nearly disgusted look went onto his face, not remembering the last time someone called him a pal. But you looked unphased, so he assured himself it was a bit of a tease, settling for squeezing your hip assuringly and walking out of the confined space. 

However, the ride to Eddie’s new apartment was seamless with listening to Wham on the radio, stopping for candy, and walking in his front door with that and the movies in hand. Nancy and Robin were already there, and Jonathan and Argyle were ditching this week's movie night to go on a small road trip to buy certain plants in another state.

The pizza man had delivered dinner as you all sat on pillows on the living room floor, napkins and paper plates in hand. 

“Thanks, dude.” You quipped, taking a bite of the pizza your boyfriend had just set on your plate. 

Eddie’s loud cackle broke Steve’s distressed look into a more agitated one, Nancy smirking to herself as Robin joined the laughter.

“Harrington, how did you get friend-zoned by your own girlfriend!” Eddie barked, grabbing his own stomach. The use of ‘dude’ wouldn’t have caused such a fuss if they weren’t already aware of how overtly affectionate you two were in terms of endearment.

 “I’m not in the friend zone, you asshole! There’s nothing wrong with being friends with a woman- But we’re not friends- Wait! No! She is, but we have se- She is my best friend and girlfriend!”

Cutting off his rambling, you patted his shoulder, “I know what you mean, man.” You placed a kiss on his forehead, but that didn’t erase what you called him. 

Swallowing his pride, he pouted through the rest of movie night, even when you cuddled up next to him sweetly. Physically, your public displays of affection weren’t too egregious, so the normalcy felt pleasant.

As the night came to a close, both of you now in pajamas, the frustration had dissipated. Beneath the sheets, you curled and waited for Steve to turn off the light before joining you. Walking over while scratching his belly, he joined you, shuffling to be closer to your body.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispered, kissing your nose, followed by your forehead.

Putting a kiss on his collarbone, “Goodnight, buddy.” 

What you didn’t expect was his foghorn whine, dramatic as he sat up, yanking you with him, all to just hover over you with your wrists in his hands. It was embarrassingly easy how quickly he could overpower you like this, but this was probably due to how you didn’t fight back. 

Giggling with girlish lit, you looked up at him, “What?”

The creases between his brows doubled as the scowl on his lips grew, pressing his face to your cheek as you shrieked. 

“Stop calling me buddy!” He complained, resting his weight on top of you, “Or any of those other names either! Why do you hate me!”

“Stevie, I don’t hate you!” You cooed, nudging his head up with your cheek until he looked at you, “Robin mentioned how gooey our names are and I wanted to try to switch things up.”

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes, “Of course, Buckley had something to do with this.”

Slinking your hands free, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips. There was something so enticing about his skin that you were convinced you were reliant on it. 

“I love you, baby.” You murmured, his sigh of relief audible as he deflated to his side, pulling you in close to his chest.

“I love you too,” He began, speaking into your hair, “don’t call me dude like that again though or I will lose my mind. Absolutely bonkers. I will fight Robin at work-”

“Okay, sweetheart.” You cut him off, kissing his chest as it rises and falls.

“Much better.”

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[sabrinathepolytheist]

In Defense of Aphrodite! - A Devotional Work!

Hello all, this is a thing I wrote a while back, but now that I have a blog, I figured I would share it! I get so annoyed by people giving Aphrodite flak and dishonoring her by the words they say. While I understand that most of these individuals are not pagans, or even Hellenist for that matter, I still think it is disrespectful. For those of you who are not Hellenist out there or worshipers of Aphrodite, please understand that she is a goddess, and that there are people who do honor and respect her. So, if you are a non-pagan and you put yourself in the shoes of an Aphrodite worshiper for a moment, you would see why we are annoyed, and quite frankly why we are angry about the recent trends spreading about our goddess on TikTok.

In Defense of Aphrodite:

What this post will cover:

What she is not!

How she shows love!

How she shows beauty!

She extends herself far beyond just love and beauty!

She is a mother figure!

She is not a monster!

What she is not!

People, pagans included seem to shun Aphrodite. They mock her and belittle her. They assume that because in myth she is portrayed as jealous, sadistic, and uptight, that it must be relative to her true nature. However, this is not, and never was the case. Aphrodite is not a monster; she doesn't "curse women who are compared to her in beauty". She definitely doesn't "take away your beauty if you ignore her". She is totally not the "whore" that modern media has reduced her to. She most certainly is not an advocate for the lesser-known toxic femininity that people often cast her with, otherwise known as a diva. She is SO much more than what people see!

How she shows love!

If you would just get to know her, and begin to be one within her bliss, she will show you her truly loving, caring, compassionate, patient, and unconditional nature. This is when you begin to love her as she loves you. When you get to know Aphrodite you see that there is more to life than just slugging through pay-check after pay-check, that there is more to life than what the media will advertise to you, that life itself is beautiful. Life is her gift to us, and thus we should cherish this gift. She animates our soul, and fills us with wonder, and amazement to explore the world, and to explore life with curiosity. Life is such a special and sacred thing. She cried for Adonis when he perished, but this is not just her sadness for the death of her mortal lover, this is the sadness that she feels when each and every one of us dies! That is how much she truly loves us! She cherishes every waking second she gets with us before it's our time to go. She is love incarnate!

How she shows beauty!

Aphrodite can teach us one major thing about beauty, that is, that it is subjective. Beauty is, and always has been in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is not the caked-up face that society has forced upon most women, true beauty comes naturally. You are already SO beautiful and you don't even know it. Beauty is not reserved for celebrities, or models. Beauty is not the stereotypical body standard that plagues society these days. Beauty is for all! Men, and women alike can rejoice, and appreciate the beauty in themselves, and in our world! There is beauty in us, in the rustling of the trees on a windy day, within the hearts of the ducks swimming gracefully upon the pond, within the eyes of any living creature. Aphrodite is beauty incarnate! If you just look for her, she is everywhere!

She extends herself far beyond just love and beauty!

Aphrodite is the goddess of all love and beauty, but she is SO much more than that. She is also the goddess of pleasure, passion, romance, and desire - none of which are inherently sexual in nature but can very well be sexual in nature if one wishes. she is the goddess of the self; self-love, self-care, self-adoration, self-confidence, even self-discipline - the list goes on. She is the goddess of the heart and is a heart healer. You can vent your sorrows to her, and she will listen, and she will guide you to healing. She will speak to you, be it in your subconscious, or in your heart itself, she will heal your sorrows and your pain.

She is a mother figure!

Aphrodite is a mother too, and if you are one who has a not-so-great mortal mother, Aphrodite will take you into her arms, and openly accept you as her own child - though you are not her blood born child, and most certainly are not a demi-god - she will still take you as her own, especially those who lacked the parental love they needed in childhood. She loves her children very much and will do anything in her power to protect them. If Eros is anything to look at in myth, she doesn't let him get away with Psyche so easily, and I feel that as a mother, she was just trying to better understand Psyche before letting Eros pursue her fully. She wouldn't want anyone to hurt Eros. She gives this same loving motherly protection to all her children. She loves us so very much!

She is not a monster!

As we can see, Aphrodite is not a monster, she is not the vile goddess myth portrays her as. She is lovely in nature to say the very least about her character. She loves all, and wants us to realize that beauty is subjective, and that everyone holds their own beauty inside and out. I pray that Aphrodite blesses and protects each and every person who reads this! <3

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[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Epilogue (Blind Love)

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Victor: Her Majesty and I both wish for you to continue being our fairytale writer. … Will you accept this offer?

Kate: Yes, of course. I humbly accept your offer.

Even after I had worked as a fairytale writer for a month as promised, I chose to stay and continue my work.

It became a routine to be typing away on my black typewriter at the end of every day.

I wrote records of the bloody punishments done by Crown.

Just in case those records would serve as crucial pieces of evidence, I would always make sure to be as detailed as possible.

I paused halfway through typing a report and read the part I wrote about Liam’s current situation.

– Flashback Start –

(“Still no change in Liam’s sense of taste”...)

— The day Liam and I were making breakfast together.

Liam tilted his head as he held the bottles of salt and sugar in his hands.

Liam: Hm… sorry, Kate. I still can’t taste anything.

Liam: Can I leave it to you to do the seasoning?

Liam: I’ll do the plating, serving, and cleaning.

I flipped through my report while thinking back to my memories with Liam.

(“Liam has difficulty with sleeping”.)

— Every morning, I would wake up to Liam staring into my face.

Liam: Good morning, Kate. Your bangs are springing up, so cute.

Kate: Good morning, Liam. Were you awake the entire night?

Liam: Hm… kind of. But you don't have to worry about it.

Liam: Seeing your face is enough to make me full of energy.

Liam: Hey, can I get a good morning kiss?

— One night, when it was raining heavily.

I was tagging along with Elbert and Alfons for a mission, but we faced a little trouble due to the rain. And before we knew it, the clock had struck midnight.

(It’s already this late. It’s long past the time I told Liam I would be home.)

The carriage travelled through the forest towards Crown’s castle, Alfons spoke while looking out of the window.

Alfons: Oh? There’s a soaking wet stray cat sitting at the front door.

Elbert: ... Is that Liam?

Kate: E-Excuse me, please allow me to alight first!

-

Kate: Liam!

Liam: … Kate.

Liam, sitting at the front steps of the castle without an umbrella, lifted his head.

Liam: Thank goodness… you came home safely…

Kate: W-What are you doing out here without an umbrella?

I touched his hands and they were as cold as ice, he had been sitting outside for hours.

Liam: I did think to wait inside. But as time went by… I became increasingly anxious.

Liam: I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of you being injured… or even worse, you never coming back…

Liam: My mind was overflowing with those unpleasant thoughts.

Liam: I’m so, so glad you're safe…

Liam: I… I don’t know what I would've done if anything were to happen to you.

– Flashback End –

With a rustling sound, I closed my report.

(I once heard from somewhere that it’s not easy for people to change.)

Even now when our love is mutual, the things haunting Liam’s heart will never disappear.

It’s the same as how scars don’t easily fade away.

(But I know that there's definitely some changes inside of Liam.)

Liam: Kate, I’m home.

Liam entered my room through the door that was left slightly open, he looked so much like a cat when he did that. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

Kate: Welcome home, Liam. Good job on your rehearsal today!

(Hm?)

Kate: You look very happy. Something good happened?

Liam: Wow, Kate, you saw through me as expected.

Liam cheerfully came to my side.

Liam: “Wuthering Heights” is going to have a revival performance.

Kate: Wow, a revival? That means it was requested by the audience, right?

Liam: Yup. I’ve been mentioning to Tom about wanting to act as Heathcliff again, I’m so happy.

Kate: Again?

Liam nodded.

Liam: “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”.

Liam: You told me before that you liked this line from the story.

(Oh…)

I told him that back when we didn't know each other very well.

Liam: When I performed the first time, I didn't fully understand what that line meant.

Liam: But I think I understand it a little more now.

Liam: … It’s because I’ve fallen in love with you, Kate.

There was a burning passion in Liam’s eyes.

(The old Liam would never be able to express his love this boldly.)

Although he still feels a little embarrassed to do so, he tries to shake off any feelings of hesitation and expresses his love for me.

Because this kind man knows that it’s what I want.

Kate: I’m looking forward to the performance.

Liam: … Yeah.

We locked eyes, and without another word, our lips met.

We kissed each other, changing angles, and Liam whispered into my ear after our lips parted.

Liam: … I’m getting turned on.

His voice was smooth like thick honey, invoking an indescribable feeling in my stomach.

(The old Liam would never express his own desires like this.)

It made me more than happy to know that I was what he desired.

Too embarrassed to say it to him, I gave his hand a tight squeeze and smiled at him, giving him the green light to gently push me down onto the bed.

Liam took off his jacket and with practised hands, he removed my clothes.

Liam: … You’re beautiful. And so lovely.

He pinched the peaks of my breasts between his fingertips.

I bucked my hips and the moans I had been holding in spilled out of my mouth.

Kate: Ahh…

Liam: They’re getting pointy. … I want more.

Liam licked my pointed nipples with his wet tongue as he gently squeezed them like he was trying to make a show of it.

(... This is so shameful.)

I felt so embarrassed and shameful that I almost couldn't take it any longer, but I was more than just willing to let Liam have what he wanted.

When my nether region was getting very wet, Liam pushed his fingers inside me.

Liam: Haha… you’re so wet. You’re feeling good, huh?

Kate: Nngh, ahh… please don’t say that out loud…

Liam: Let me say it. Because you get all flustered whenever I say something that makes you embarrassed.

Kate: Hnngg, ahh…

After pumping his fingers in and out of me countless times, Liam finally pulled his hand away and spread my legs apart.

Liam: … Please, Kate. Say it.

Liam: Say that you want me…

(I can’t bring myself to say that… but…)

The impatient look in his eyes pushed all my feelings of embarrassment aside.

Kate: … I want you, Liam.

Liam: Mm, of course.

Kate: Ahh—!

He entered me in one hard thrust, making me tightly grab the sheets.

Liam: … Are you okay, Kate?

Kate: Yeah…

Liam: … You’re so cute.

I gripped Liam’s back as he slammed his hips into me relentlessly, like he was greedy for my love.

(The biggest change of all is that he was now right in front of me.)

(And I’m here for him.)

I loved the things that changed, and the ones that remained the same— I loved it all.

From the very bottom of my heart, I cherished every single day I spent with him.

Liam: …

Liam stopped moving and frowned.

Liam: … Recently, there have been times I feel confused.

Liam: Whenever I’m with you, my heart beats so loudly. … It’s as if every day, I’m turning into a new person.

Liam: When I feel afraid, I look at you and think that…

Liam: As long as my feelings for you remain the same, everything will be alright.

He wanted to say that as long as he kept holding on to one thing that doesn't change, he’ll gradually be able to accept the changes that were happening inside him.

Kate: … Is that so?

Liam: … Yeah. With you by my side, I won’t be afraid of change or what tomorrow will bring me.

There was knowing what our future holds.

But one thing that we could be certain about was that we would be together tomorrow, the day after, and always.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil main story #liam main story #niki translates

[archduchessofnowhere]

“A portent of the catastrophe in the making”: on sources and misquotations regarding Rudolf’s last Christmas

In my post about Rudolf’s last present to his mother I told you I had a second post about the Christmas of 1888, which turned out to be the last Christmas of Rudolf’s life. This post is, however, a little different to the Heine one, since this time I’ll be talking about the sources themselves. Please bear with me because this will be long, and probably also kinda dull.

To be honest I was not planning to write this post. But when I was preparing the Christmas posts I shared the 24, I came across a quote from Greg King and Penny Wilson’s Twilight of Empire I had shared previously on this blog two years ago:

Three aromatic blue fir trees, branches alight with wax candles and bedecked with gilded ornaments, stood over tables crowded with gifts when the imperial family gathered at the Hofburg to celebrate Christmas. Rudolf had bought toys for his young daughter at Vienna’s traditional Christkindlmarkt, or Christmas market; for his mother he had purchased some original letters written by her favorite poet, Heinrich Heine—a thoughtful gift that the empress all but ignored [71]. Indeed, Elisabeth seemed most taken with showing off her latest, unlikely acquisition: Much to her husband’s horror, she’d had her shoulder tattooed with an anchor [72].

Smiles and gifts couldn’t conceal the undercurrent of tension. Something was so obviously wrong with Rudolf that Elisabeth pulled Marie Valerie aside and again warned her of her brother’s malicious behavior. Then she turned to her son. After making him promise that he would be kind to Marie Valerie, Elisabeth embraced Rudolf and said that she loved him. Hearing this, Rudolf collapsed into agonized sobs; his mother, he cried, hadn’t said those words “for a long time.” [73] Franz Josef and Elisabeth were embarrassed at the display; neither recognized their son’s emotional breakdown as a last, dramatic cry for help as Rudolf slipped ever closer to the edge of an abyss. (2017, 98)

And I realized that there is a huge misquotation here. King and Wilson explicitly cite “73. Marie Valerie, diary entry of December 24, 1888, in Schad and Schad, 164-65” as the source of Rudolf telling his mother that she hadn’t sad to him that she loved him “for a long time”. But I have the very same edition of Valerie’s diary, and this is what she actually wrote down (on January 3, recounting the events of Christmas Eve):

Rudolf and Stephanie left with the King [?] before seven o’clock and Mama promised to come over with us as soon as it was done. When the three of us were now in Mama’s toilet room, Papa said he was surprised that Stephanie didn’t find it offensive that Rudolf had been taken into confidence [regarding the engagement] before her… they should get him. Mama hugged him and said with sisterly tenderness: “I love you so much.” I can’t say how happy that made me, because it made him feel so good, he hugged her and asked with great emotion: “No, really? It hasn’t been for a long time.” Excited as I was, I immediately began to cry and yet I was doubly happy that it was Franz [Salvator, Archduke of Austria-Tuscany]’s and my bond of pure young love that had brought my parents this sacred and beautiful hour of union.

Like, she clearly is talking about Elisabeth telling Franz Josef she loved him, and is he who replies that she hadn’t say that “for a long time”. Rudolf had already left when this happened, and Valerie explicitly states she is talking about her parents (“that had brought my parents this sacred and beautiful hour of union”). I couldn’t understand how this error even happened; they are literally citing Valerie’s published diary, the mistake is just baffling. Could they really have read the diary so badly? What was going on?

Since just one mistake in citation is enough to make you doubt an entire book, I started to double check the other two sources King and Wilson cite for this passage:

71. Hamann, Reluctant Empress, 339; Listowel, 207; Morton, Nervous, 177-79; Salvendy, 144-5. 72. Morton, Nervous, 179.

Hamann is obviously the source for Elisabeth ignoring the Heine letters (as I wrote in my post about the present). As for Listowel and Morton their books simply describe the Christmas trees and presents, mention Valerie’s engagement, and finally note that Rudolf “hugged his future brother-in-law. When he put his arms around his mother, there broke out of him a sudden sob” (Morton, 1980, 170) and  “solemnly promised [to look after his sister], but with such a sad expression that Valerie felt almost frightened” (Listowel, 1986, 207). No source cited by neither of them.

Not a great start for my misquotation hunt. But my luck changed when I looked up John Salvendy’s work. The book that King and Wilson cited is Royal Rebel: A Psychological Portrait of Crown Prince Rudolf of Austria-Hungary, published in 1988. Sadly this book isn’t on the archive but after a lot of perseverance I was able to get a peak at pages 144-45 through Google Books. And guess what I found out:

Rudolf’s last Christmas, that in 1888, had a crucial effect on his assessment of his mother’s inclination towards him. Valerie described what happened following Rudolf renewed reassurance to Elisabeth of his benevolence toward his younger sister and her future husband: “Mama embraced him and told him affectionately how much she loved him… he was so moved and said that he had not heard it for long time”. [54] (144)

Reading this passage felt like being a school teacher that catches a student cheating on a test because they copied the same mistake as their seat neighbor. Now, I’m not saying that Greg and Wilson never read Valerie’s diary, but they absolutely were quoting Salvendy instead of the published edition of the diary when writing the Christmas Eve passage of their book and forgot to double check it. This however opened a second mystery, and one that will remain open for the time being: how did Salvendy make this mistake? Because he also cites Valerie’s December 24 entry as the source:

Which is just wrong. Google books didn’t let me see the bibliography page so I don’t know where did Salvendy got Valerie’s diary, because by the 1980s the original manuscript wasn’t available to the public anymore. But until I can see the bibliography the mystery will remain open; as of know, I’ll consider him the sole responsible of the misquotation.

By this point in my journey of double checking sources I started to wonder which are the sources for Rudolf’s alleged breakdown on his last Christmas, because at no point in the whole entry of December 24 Valerie mentions such thing (you can read it fully here). The only thing that she wrote about her brother was “Rudolf was watching her [Empress Elisabeth], then me, and was very friendly”, and again, after she got engaged “It may have been 8 o’clock when we went over to Rudolf’s, Papa and Mama in front, Franz [Salvator] and I behind - arm in arm. He gave us a very friendly welcome and even kissed Franz” (1998, 164, 166). No word of the supposed breakdown.

So does this mean it didn’t happen? Not necessarily. Brigitte Hamann, in her 1978 biography of Rudolf, quotes a second account of the Christmas Eve of 1888: that of Countess Marie Festetics, lady-in-waiting of Empress Elisabeth. In 1909, Festetics was interviewed by historian Heinrich Friedjung, who wrote of their talk:

However, the Empress knew about the Crown Prince’s shattered health from the scene at Christmas before he died.… On Christmas Eve, the Empress led Crown Prince Rudolf to his sister, the bride, and told him that she hoped that he would always look after his sister with kindness after the parents had passed away. At this point, the Crown Prince flung his arms around her neck and burst into lengthy, uncontrollable sobbing, which alarmed her greatly. This was a portent of the catastrophe in the making. The Empress and the Emperor, too, burst into tears. Immediately after this scene, Countess Marie and the adjutants were called to the Christmas tree and found the members of the Imperial family still tear-stained and emotional. One did not give his remarks that he was nearing his end the importance they deserved, remembering them only later. (2017)

Festetics account seems to be the main (and so far, also only that I could find) source for Rudolf crying in front of his family on December 24 of 1888. But how can we reconcile this statement with Valerie’s diary? Whose words weight more, Festetics recounting an event twenty years after it happened, with the hindsight of knowing that Rudolf took his own life less than a month later? Or Valerie’s account, written a few days after the event but biased by the happiness of her engagement?

A possible answer to this dilemma may be found on a previous entry from Valerie’s diary, dated December 16:

After dessert, Mama asked Papa to entertain Stephanie while she called Rudolf into her toilet room with me to “tell him a secret.” He seemed excited, even frightened, by this and I don’t think he was pleased. But he wasn’t unfriendly at all and so I felt encouraged to throw my arms around his neck for the first time in my life… Poor brother, he also has a warm heart in need of love - for he embraced and kissed me with all the intimacy of true brotherly love - and again and again he drew me to his heart, you could feel that it did him good that I showed him the love that had been almost suffocated by fear and shyness for so long. Mama asked him to always be good for me, for us, once we were dependent on him, and he swore and affirmed it simply and warmly. Then she put the cross on his forehead and said that God would bless him for it (and it would bring him luck) - she assured him of her love and he kissed her hand fiercely and was deeply moved. I thanked him and embraced Mama and him in a hug, saying almost unconsciously, “We should always be like this!” (1998, 157)

Doesn’t this sound almost identical to the scene Festetics described? Couldn’t it be that she is actually misremembering the scene that took place December 16 as happening on Christmas Eve?

I’m reaching to the end of the post and I don’t really have an answer. This started simply as a “double checking King and Wilson because they misquoted something” then it turned into “tracking down accounts by people that saw Rudolf the Christmas Eve of 1888” and finally into “contrasting the only two accounts of said day, which actively contradict each other”. And even after all that, I still can’t tell you for sure whether Rudolf actually cried or no in front of his whole family on December 24. Personally I feel more inclined to believe that Festetics misremembered the dates, but who knows, maybe Valerie actively decided to omit any unrest that happened during the day on her recount, remembering only the happiness that she thought her “pure young love” brought to her family.

Writing this post made me reflect a lot not only on the importance of sources, but also of the importance of sources in its original context. Because neither of the two accounts that we have now come from the hands of Marie Festetics and Valerie themselves: we have what Friedjung wrote down of his conversations with Festetics, and we have the copies made by Corti and Sexau of Valerie’s diary, not her original manuscript. Which opens a lot of more options as to why the two testimonies don’t match. Either way, is disappointing that almost no book about Rudolf and Mayerling notice this contradiction, and instead inadvertently (or not) repeat the same information, sometimes with the same mistakes.

Sources:

Hamann, Brigitte (2017). Rudolf. Crown Prince and Rebel (translation by Edith Borchardt)

King, Greg and Wilson, Penny (2017). Twilight of empire: the tragedy at Mayerling and the end of the Habsburgs

Listowel, Judith (1986). A Habsburg tragedy: Crown Prince Rudolf

Morton, Frederic (1980). A nervous splendor: Vienna, 1888/1889

Schad, Martha and Schad, Horst [ed.] (1998). Das Tagebuch der Lieblings Tochter von Kaiserin Elisabeth. 1878-1899

#I had this in my drafts since christmas but didn't feel like editing it before #ironically the only author i've seen so far (peaking through google books) notice the difference between the two testimonies is SALVENDY #who's the one who misquoted valerie's diary in the first place!! #also if you know of any other account of rudolf's last christmas please share them! #crown prince rudolf of austria #archduchess marie valerie of austria #countess mária festetics #empress elisabeth of austria #franz josef i of austria #house of habsburg

[anewnewcrest]

What mods do you use for this save, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m assuming MCCC to override the household member limit, but anything else?

And how much autonomy do you allow these nincompoops? For example: did David Johnson autonomously start flirting with Henrietta, or did you script that? I’d be very impressed if you have entire storylines written out in advance, but managing to turn sim AI into a coherent plot also takes mad skills.

Just for my own amusement: do you have a favorite family/sim atm?

Thank you for asking, please feel free to ignore my incoming ramble, I am constitutionally incapable of keeping things short (but you read the blog, so you probably already know that).

I use MCCC to override the household limit and increase the limit of sims allowed on a lot up the wazoo so I can get everyone assembled at church or the Johnsons' house. I also double the bills and half skill gains and career performance gains (and in some cases just stop career progression entirely if it doesn't suit the story), because the game makes it too easy to accumulate wealth, and them all being rich and not struggling with finances would really take the fun out of the Fundies (and really, with their education, they're not supposed to get promoted anyway).

For the religion content, I use Rambunctious Religions.

For screenshot purposes, I also have pose player and teleport any Sim (obviously), in addition to that Control Any Sim (invaluable if you have people from other households who just won't do what you want them to), Less Musical Chairs and No Stand Up to Greet from LittleMsSam, and a few mods that remove effects such as food sparkles and floor sparkles and sparkles around heads and other cosmetic things similar to that, as well as a few to turn off fade on trees and columns.

As for things peculiar to Fundie gameplay, with as often as everyone is pregnant, LittleMsSam's Pregnancy Overhaul is also a must, because if those ladies can't exercise during their pregnancies, they'll never exercise. I also got the Unlimited Jobs mod from Turbodriver because if you've got eleventy kids, one job really doesn't cut it, and you need a side job for your side job. Also a mod for them to keep their instruments in their inventory because these kids are always practicing the violin and keeping their instruments in any semblance of order is a chore. And Adults can Cry which is obviously critical for them to express their misery with their choices.

There's also a lot of modest clothing CC (even though I try to keep it rather minimal - I rarely succeed). And I recently installed Healthcare Redux to spice up the whole thing a bit, because I was getting a bit bored with gameplay lately.

As for how much autonomy they have... very little, I'm afraid! I'm a bit (more than a bit) of a control freak, and I have a large SPREADSHEET where everything is accounted for. I usually have a Sims' general life direction planned out before they're even born (so I can start giving them the personality they need for their plot starting as young as toddlers, and also so I can start dropping story hints), though sometimes they do surprise me (Chelsea leaving was not planned that way, she was set to get married and have a lot of Fundie kids, but then she rebelled so hard and I liked her so much that I just couldn't do that to her, and Sharon Graham was supposed to be a Fundie lawyer lady in a politically influential Fundie power couple... but then I couldn't do that to her parents).

Stories shift around as they develop and I get to know them (honestly, I thought Baker and Lily would be a boring standard-issue Fundie couple together and then I wrote them and I realized all the issues they have from the way they grew up and I couldn't just not add that to their relationship dynamic!) and see how much I like them or not, and whether I'm having fun with them, whether they get along, or if it would be weird for them to end up together, and I also have a long, long list of ideas to draw from if I totally draw a blank with a kid (which does happen). As for Henrietta, she was made for having an affair with David, quite literally, the poor woman.

As for my current favorites... I really like Mark and Kathryn Graham a lot, because they're some of the very few decent folks I currently have in the game, and Mark's just living his best life right now. And on the other end of the spectrum, I'm absolutely, ridiculously excited about Priscilla Sawyer (née Johnson) starting her arc, because while she's not a good person, she will be so much fun, and rebelling hardcore against the Fundie wife mold. Max Sr. and Jr. have no idea what's going to hit them.

#behind the scenes

[fkinavocado]

i just reread chap 25 of DI and i just wanna say dreea this is my comfort story.attention to every detail,dysfunctional family,not a saviour lover,but a supportive lover,how support and love can save people ,such a lovely love, such a monumetal but a the same time simple but beautiful love story ,it healed me,it made me believe that someday i can have this too no matter how damaged i am and how damaged the other person is ,there is someone out there that will love me through everything , you reminded me of it and i can't thank you enough for that, but i just saw people's reaction to it recently in your blog and it truly breaks my heart cause i see so much of a person's emotions poured into it so whoever wrote al those criticism,remember that dreea wrote a very realistic story with trauma and sensitive issues ,she never said it was a fairytale,the way she's writng it ,thats how life is and when ur critisizing it you are ignoring that a lot of the emotions ,incidents,things that are happening in the story ,how the story is going could be reimaginations of the author's real life emotions,(maybe),but when your reading a realistic fiction/fanfiction you should know that nothing ends like a fairytale and when ur asking the writer to stop at somewhere when they put so much of themselves into the story ,its no longer feedback or criticism its just something very wrong.you're not only taking away a writers will to write but also invalidating the writer's heart that she poured into it thus ignoring her feeling AND also the feeling of the readers that relate to it.this might be a new perspective but a perspective nonetheless so please think hard before coming here and criticising cuz at the end of day an app like tumblr,and things like fanfiction ,writing /reading is for escapism people come here as an escape ,away from all the criticism not to drown more in it we have enough critics out there as it is let's not bring em here too how about that!

but alas could go on forever about this but im just gonna say dreea pls whater you do with DI i want you to do what you would've done initially ,what your heart wanted initially, not what others want because remember we,the ogs, loved the DI that you created from your heart not the one you will make just to satiate other's expecations of you.DI is your most lovely baby.i love you and i'll wait for you however long it takes for your heart to beat like it used to for DI again.love you soo much!!XD

i'm literally crying reading this. i finally feel like someone GETS IT. i feel whole again after reading this. i swear to god. i've had other ppl reassure me and send me love for DI and encouragement, but you worded it perfectly and i just-- i don't know how to thank you. like, i swear it healed me.

everything you wrote is 1000% correct, that's exactly how i feel about everything. y'all don't understand how much this fic means to me... and how much it's been killing me to feel like i was being told their story was wrong, invalid, irrelevant etc. even if those exact words were not used, that's what it felt like.

it was my story to tell, and people were slapping their palms over my mouth telling me to quit it with that nonsense. they didn't want that. they wanted the fairytale and i wasn't delivering!

it made me upset. but mostly, it made me so sad. this was always a story about two broken people finding eachother and healing themselves by being together. and now it felt like people were mad at me for not having them be perfect all of a sudden. "there's always something wrong, something bad is always happening to them, problems from the past haven't been solved yet and others are already being created etcetc". like-- yeah. because just because you're healing and found your soulmate (because this is what i think they are) doesn't mean life is just gonna be hunky-dory from there on out. life is still gonna throw shit at them. the real challenge now is to face obstacles together and not let them ever set them apart ever again. to prove their growth through the lessons they've learned the hard way.

i just felt like nobody was getting what i wanted to do with the story.

again, i'm generalizing because i know so many others have been there for me too, and i thank them also and have been amazing supporting me all throughout and ever since that happened. i'm not taking away from the importance of their presence here at all- please don't misunderstand me! but i'm just saying- this particular person that wrote this ask put it into words perfectly and it all just clicked within me. like it finally feels right again...?

i'm still crying. i'm so happy.

thank you from the bottom of my heart for this. i don't know who you are... but i'm forever indebted to you for reaching out and telling me this. i really needed to heart it. i can now finally finish telling their story the way i always intended to!

i truly don't know how to better express what i'm feeling. i'm so grateful to you. and to all of you who have stuck around ��️❤️❤️❤️ it means the world to me.

i'm going to pin this post to my blog cause this is what i'm most proud of- i've got lovely, big-hearted, like-minded people here that get me, that appreciate my work and this is the reason why i'm doing this in the first place!

all my love to you ❤️

#ask

[threadbaresweater]

a streetcar named desire (ha)

This was a fun prompt I wrote a few years back for Mystic Messenger. Since I've had Jumin on the brain lately, it's only right that he gets a spot on the blog again (kinda wanna go back and revamp a lot of this old stuff...maybe someday). Anyway. Cw: public sexual acts (reader gets fingered), alcohol use. Minors please DNI.

"Thank you, Mr. Kim. I understand... Please don't worry, we'll get home safely...Yes...Goodnight."

You ended the call and slumped against Jumin, who responded by resting his cheek on top of your head; he hummed a simple tune, large hand stroking your back with lazy affection. A church bell nearby rang once, signaling the late hour, and you yawned, snuggling closer.

"When will Driver Kim be here?" Jumin asked, echoing your yawn.

"He won't, dear. His daughter is ill, and he cannot come. I think there's a streetcar that runs close to home, though. We'll just have to wait for the next route."

Jumin's brow furrowed, and you felt his chest tighten, muscles pulled taut under his starched shirt. He had long ago loosened his tie and slung it around his neck, and the first three buttons of his shirt gave you an irresistible view of his throat and a peek of his collarbone, skin flushed from the wine he'd consumed at dinner. A...celebratory dinner, where you and Jumin officially met the next, future Mrs. Chairman Han. Was this four? Five, now? You'd certainly lost track, and while Jumin behaved politely at dinner, the two of you lingered in the lounge together long after Chairman Han and his girlfriend had departed. After two bottles of wine, a curious onlooker began snapping pictures; you were thankfully still of sound enough mind to coax your grieving husband away from the table and out the door, but not before leaving the waitstaff a generous tip.

"I don't understand," he said, caressing your cheek, his grey eyes brimming with confusion and concern. "Driver Kim is always available. It's part of his contract."

"Jumin, darling, it's one in the morning. His daughter is ill. The man is entitled to a sick day now and then," you chided gently, pushing his bangs away from his eyes to press a kiss to his brow. "We'll get home. We don't live far. Maybe we'll walk. It might help sober you a little."

"Assistant Kang," he muttered, ignoring what you'd just suggested. You sensed his growing panic, his loss of usual, impeccable control, and you held him tight against you, stroking his hair. "I should call her. She'll know what to do."

"Jumin, listen to me." Just as you were about to attempt to reason with him again, the blinding lights of the streetcar approached. "Look, there's our ride. Come on now," you said. "Let's go home."

Fluorescent lights nearly blinded your already drunken haze as you boarded and paid the driver. The car was nearly empty; the only other passenger was a sleeping, older gentleman with patchwork clothes and a rather large rucksack in the seat next to him. Advertisents offering dental services and legal advice were framed along the walls above the windows, and a couple of the lights toward the back flickered on and off. Jumin looked around in horrified disgust, and for a moment, you thought he might refuse to ride.

"I think I'll just close my eyes until we get home," he said, reluctantly sinking into one of the seats as the car lurched forward. He held onto your hand and you fell into his lap with a quiet giggle, then buried your face in his neck.

Without a word, he slipped his hands up along the back of your thighs and under your dress, curling his fingers into the elastic of your panties. You rewarded him with a knowing look and a beautiful blush as you leaned to whisper in his ear, "Jumin, we're in public..." though if you were being honest, you really didn't care who saw. Since his father had left, you'd been toying with each other all evening- lingering glances, fingertips upon flushed skin, bare toes travelling up his leg under the table. The evidence of your arousal gave him pause when he pushed aside the dampened fabric that clung to your sex and pushed a finger inside you.

"You don't seem to mind," he breathed against your neck before leaving his mark on your tender skin, pushing another finger inside you with wicked intent.

You muffled a desperate whimper against his chest as he worked between your thighs, agonizingly slow, deliberately teasing. "Jumin, I- ah!"

"See what you do to me?" he whispered. "Look at me." And you obeyed, focusing on his intense, steel-grey eyes so clouded with lust that your heart stuttered and you held your breath for a moment. "Breathe. Stay with me."

You fell apart then, eyes open, mouth agape, cunt clenching around your husband's fingers as he stroked with expert precision, knowing where to apply pressure and where to flit gently over too-sensitive nerve endings. Vaguely aware of the evidence of his own arousal pressing against your thigh, you linked your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, desperately.

The car came to a stop as he withdrew his fingers from under your dress and brought them to his mouth to savor the taste, humming his low approval.

"I believe my first streetcar experience has been an extremely pleasant one. Perhaps Driver Kim should have nights off more often." He grinned and winked at you as you stood to fix your dress. And as you made your way past the only other passenger on the car, you heard a low whistle and a quiet chuckle.

Jumin turned to the gentleman. "Did we amuse you, sir?"

The man laughed, hard. "Nah, you all amused yourselves. Glad you enjoyed your ride, sir," he managed to choke, before falling into fits of laughter again.

Speechless, Jumin took your hand and helped you out, avoiding the knowing smile of the driver, whose large rear view mirror had given him full access to your show.

#jumin han #jumin x you

[rollercoasterwords]

hey! I'm sorry if you've answered this/spoken about this before, and if so please just point me in the direction of your previous answer. but I recently had a trans friend who asked me to stop interacting with the wolfstar/marauders fandom. liking/reblogging posts and reading fanfics within the marauders fandom are the only way I interact with jkr/hp. I would not do anything to directly give her money, but my friend's argument is that every like and interaction with the fandom makes it more influential, which translates to more money. as well as not boycotting hp entirely is a slap in the face to trans people. so, I've stopped reblogging content because I don't want to negatively impact my friend or any other trans people, but I don't personally think I'm doing any harm through engaging with fanart/fanfic.

obviously you're engaged in the fandom, so I'm kinda looking to have my opinion validated... but I think you're very smart and that we share similar values, so I respect your thoughts and any advice you have for this situation. thank you <3

honestly anon if ur looking for like a nicely-wrapped post of "here's why it's okay to interact with harry potter fanfiction" then u have probably come to the wrong place, as this is a topic that i still have conflicted feelings about myself! but. if u want a little essay of my thoughts on the matter then here u go xx

so, first of all - yes, obviously i still interact with hp fandom. however, i'm not going to pretend that i don't understand your friend's point. i get the logic behind the argument that giving any attention to any sort of harry potter media in this day and age helps keep harry potter relevant, which contributes to jkr's influence, which is an influence she actively uses to hurt trans people. i understand why ur trans friend would feel hurt or ask u to stop interacting w hp media altogether.

however, trans people are not a monolith, and there are many trans people who continue to interact with hp in a variety of ways. for me, the space i've carved out in fandom over the past year or so has been a little online haven since i have to remain closeted irl for the most part. hp fanfic has been an important outlet for me to explore + express things abt my own trans identity. but i am also very aware that within the broader trans community, i am not one of those who is most vulnerable to jkr's rhetoric + politics. at the end of the day, there are trans people who don't care if you spend money on hp, there are trans people who don't care if u interact with fandom as long as u aren't spending money, there are trans people who think u shouldn't touch hp with a five-foot pole, and all manner of perspectives in between.

for me personally, there are caveats to my interaction with hp + the way i navigate the ethical minefield of jkr. i don't think there is any reason to ever financially contribute to hp, whether that's buying merch or games or going to hp themeparks or whatever, and i discourage people from interacting w hp within the context of any sort of profit economy. i try not to interact with hp in a way that will grow the popularity of the franchise in any way - i post fanfiction on ao3, where the people reading it are gonna be people who are already part of this space that are seeking it out, and i have this tumblr blog which is, essentially, the same deal. i'm not trying to advertise my fic or get people to suddenly develop a new interest in harry potter, if that makes sense. this is part of why tiktok remains a bit of an ethical quagmire for me, because i feel that the way people interact w fic on there often blurs the lines between being inside or outside of a profit economy.

i also think it's important, when interacting with hp in any way, to acknowledge jkr's influence and the inherent shittiness of the source material. i don't think it's enough to go "dobby wrote the books haha!" and act like we can just ignore jkr, bc her shitty politics are built into the book. i think it's important to engage critically and to consider how you're building off the source material and whether ur unintentionally perpetuating the biases in the text by copying and pasting them without further examination. i talk abt this more in this post

and, of course, i think it's important to vocally stand against jkr + her politics, and to support trans people within + outside of fandom spaces in whatever ways you can. i think it's important to stay educated + engage with theory + politics in a way that goes beyond retweeting posts or watching tiktok clips. jkr isn't just transphobic; her sexism, racism, classism, fatphobia, homophobia, ableism, antisemitism, and overall horrible neoliberal politics are very much built into the text of hp, and if u are not actively educating urself on these issues it's gonna be easier to just internalize them without realizing it.

for me, these are all considerations that affect the way i interact with hp + the extent to which i interact with hp. however, there are people out there who would probably tell me to get off my high horse + stop acting like there are more or less ~morally pure~ ways to interact with hp, bc at the end of the day there's no ethical consumption under capitalism and people writing hp fanfiction isn't really harmful in the grand scheme of things. there are other people who would tell me that it doesn't matter what mitigating factors i'm using to justify my hobby; any contribution that keeps people talking about hp keeps jkr relevant, and i should be able to find other shit to write about. and like....i understand the perspectives of both those people, y'know?

i honestly just think this is a decision where every individual needs to weigh the scales themselves and decide what they're okay with. it's not my job to police or justify the ways people do or don't interact w hp media; if someone's interacting with it in a way i don't like, then i block that person or just don't interact with them. if someone sees me interacting w hp fanfic + thinks that makes me a shitty person, then they can think that and we can go on living our separate lives. some trans people continue to find comfort + community in hp fandom spaces, other trans people feel deeply hurt by the continued existence of these spaces. there is no single answer to What Supports Everybody. your relationship with your friend is something specific to your situation that you'll need to take into account when weighing your own feelings about interacting with hp; the only advice i can really offer is that i think it's better to critically consider the various perspectives people have on this issue without reducing it to a black and white case of two sides where one must be right and one must be wrong.

#ask #ranting and raving

[juminsmysticmc]

Hi..I saw your request is open. Can I request something like.... Jumin's father reaction/acceptance towards MC after Jumin's announced to press about MC and he also proposed her during RFA party?

Based on the game, his father shocked and left the RFA party. Jumin also said he will be having dinner with his father after party. Is he will bring MC to introduce to him since he already proposed her? Thank you in advance if you want to do this request, but it's totally fine if you don't want to! XD

In-law-Relationships 

,,It’s totally fine if I don’t want to do it’’? The life between Jumin and Mc, also their families is my life and honestly the only reason this blog is alive! Thank you for this wonderful request! I already wrote a few of such Scenarios about their relationship but the topic was different, so if you want to read them…

So, I think at first, Chairman Han would be pretty angry at Jumin? But I don’t think/ I can’t imagine, that he would be against the marriage itself? Just pissed because of the situation…I don’t think, Chairman Han would have anything against Jumin’s wish to marry someone else. And if I remember right, Jumin also discovered Sarah’s true intention and kinda saved his father???

The black-haired man looked towards you and his father, who sat together chatting happily. You had your hair down, although it was short, it would have been long enough to tie together, however, you liked it down, something your husband enjoyed too. The son you and Jumin had together was sitting on your lap while his father sat opposite of you, a funny sight, in Jumin’s opinion. He never thought his father could be such a devoted Grandfather, despite him being a good father, no matter which flaws he had. He was always good to Jumin, and he also cherished you, the wife he chose himself.

You turned your head around to check on Jumin, something he loved. Whenever you looked around to see where your husband was, he loved the sight you had. The surprised, but at the same time scared look, while you searched for him. And he loved how your sight changed as soon as your eyes met his, the smile you had as soon as you saw him, your eyes which were shining as bright as the sun. Jumin Han loved you and he was glad that back then his father, despite it being a hard fight, allowed him. Jumin approached you, his soft hand softly stroking your neck, which gave you goosebumps as he admired the baby blue dress you were wearing.

,, HanGyeol, are you having fun playing with your grandfather?’’ Jumin asked his son, who looked up at his father. HanGyeol was three years old and was a child blessed with love. Everyone wished for his birth and showered him with love. The boy smiled at his father and nodded before he stretched out his hands towards his grandfather to be taken in his arms. ,,Come here, strong boy!’’ Chairman Han said, giving you the possibility to finally get up. ,,Isn’t it cute how lovely HanGyeol is with your father?’’ you asked Jumin before he pressed you against a wall where no one could see him.

His lips were pressed against your neck, kissing your soft skin, nibbling at you while his eyes stayed glued on your expression. You let out a little moan as Jumin did so. He was jealous. ,,Jumin…what’s wrong?’’ you asked him, gasping for air when he finally stopped. ,,I am happy that my father likes you now, but I liked it more when he ignored you,’’ Jumin confessed, thinking back to the time four years ago…

The RFA party ended and thanks to you it was a success. Jumin’s father and the women he supposedly was together with, however, were gone. ,,Assistant Kang, make sure to clear my schedule. I will go and have dinner with my father. Please make sure that Driver Kim is waiting outside. I want to be followed by enough Bodyguards to protect my fiancé from the worst case scenario,’’ Jumin said as he looked at the clock, one hand holding yours. ,,You’re dismissed,’’ he then said to Jaehee, who bowed once and made sure to finish everything he told her. ,,Are you sure that I should come along?’’ you asked him, nervous and scared. Your hands were about to become sweaty. Jumin looked up, his eyes met yours and once again he had the feeling he was falling in love with you. To be honest, he was also scared, what if his father would snatch you away from him? What if you would get used and hurt by his father? Who would he hate the most? Himself, you, or his father?

,,Jumin, what if he doesn’t accept me?’’ you said, cutting him from his thoughts. Jumin looked at you and suddenly realized that he chose you because you chose him. There was no way you would leave him. He wanted to have enough faith in your love. ,,I will make sure that he will accept you,’’ Jumin said.

However, dinner was a complete disaster.

,,You made a fool out of me, Son!’’ Chairman Han hissed. No one else was in the restaurant and it gave you some mafia vibes. No one touched their food, only Jumin took one sip of his wine. You were even scared to take a sip of the water. You glanced over to the person who was supposed to be your father-in-law. ,,I am very disappointed in you. I made sure that the woman I chose for you would be to your liking, I made sure that everything would fit, I loved that woman, and you destroyed everything! You made a fool out of me and the whole world knows! After everything I gave you, Jumin, this is how you show your gratitude?!’’ Chairman Han kept asking. ,,Father, is your speech over now?’’ Jumin asked, making you gasp. ,,From the very first moment, I tried to show you that I didn’t have any interest in her. If you, as my father, can’t see that, I’m sorry. She tried to trick me with a fake cat and tried to trick you. I only saved you from that. I made sure that the media would clear your name, if that’s something you’re worried about, but honestly, I think you should thank me for helping you out. I saved us both from a stupid divorce,’’ Jumin said. ,,I fell in love with a woman I want to protect and cherish. I want to marry her and I will marry her. I want you to like her. You are my father, and I want you to be part of my family. If you can’t do that, I can leave the company and start something new. However, if you still see me as a son, I will promise you that you will be pleased with my work and-’’ ,,Jumin, you don’t have to do this for my sake!’’ you blurted out.

Both Chairman Han and Jumin looked at you in surprise. ,,Don’t argue with your father. Life is too short to argue and go apart in hate if your father is against me. Mr. Chairman Han, if there is anything you hate about me, I will make sure to change it. I can’t give you a partnership, but I will make sure to become a good daughter-in-law. My parents died early. I would wish for nothing less than to have a father-in-law who loved me and the children I possibly will give birth to!’’ with these words, you got up and went on your knees, your head almost on the floor as you begged for his blessing. ,,MC!’’ Jumin called, and went on the floor with you, trying to get you away from it.

To this day, Jumin was sure that the sight of the both of you begging for his blessing, made Chairman Han change his mind. What neither you, nor Jumin, knew was that Chairman Han never had any intention to go against Jumin’s wish to marry you. He was simply angry because of the fuss he made at the party.

Time passed and you quickly moved in with Jumin, despite the both of you not being married. Jumin wanted you by his side. But he still tried to sleep in different rooms. He wasn’t really successful with that, but he made sure to wait until the two of you were married to become intimate. The first time was already a success on your honeymoon. As soon as you come back to the airport, Jaehee had to make sure to schedule Jumin to get you to the hospital. ,,I am sure she is just sick because of the flight,’’ Chairman Han said over the phone when he informed Jumin that the best doctor would wait outside the hospital. He was wrong, however. As soon as Jumin called back, his father was informed that the first Grandchild would be due in nine months.

Since then, the relationship between you and Chairman Han improved. You called him Father. He himself wished for that and made sure to check on you weekly. You and Jumin made sure to eat dinner with his father every Sunday and had a close relationship…   ,,Mooooommyyyy!’’ HanGyeol called you, making you lightly push Jumin away and turn around to take your son in your arms. ,,Yes, son?’’ you asked him, kissing his cheek. You and Jumin finally came out from behind the wall and as Jumin approached the table in the garden to take a sip of his wine, he glared at his father. ,,You sent HanGyeol over to us,’’ ,,I do want a granddaughter next, that’s right, but I don’t want to see how you do it, son,’’ Chairman Han teased. Both Han men looked at you. The sunshine of the family returned with your son, smiling brightly.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

30.06.2022 // 22:51 MEST

#Jumin #jumin fluff #jumin han #jumin x reader #mystic messenger jumin #jumin x mc #mm jumin #hyun ryu #Yoosung Kim #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim #Vanderwood #Headcanon #Mm headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messeger headcanon #jumin headcanons #fanfiction #fanfic #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfiction #mm fanfic

[ladyzirkonia]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @blueink-bluesoul 💕

I take this opportunity to talk a little bit about my little OC project which I really love (and don't has a name yet). The first part I made for cloned eyes was the first thing I EVER wrote. I love Commander Ghoul and my OC Doc and there will be multiple parts with a lot of angst, mention of war trauma (survivors guilt), kind of toxic relationship, drug abuse and in general discussing the question how the clones are treated by the republic.

I'm planning to rewrite the first part and post it here on my blog (because as I wrote this I just wanted to leave a note and never thought it would turn out to something like this)

Part 1

But here is a small insight for Part 3 - feat. (Young) Crosshair

Enhanced senses (Or how Crosshair got his toothpicks)

“Fascinating.”

She murmured softly more to herself as she continued to look at her data pad with fascination. She had stumbled across the term ''defective clones'' before, which made her heart tighten in pain for a moment. This term was not unknown to her, but she had always been reluctant to use it. It deeply disgusted her to catagorise a living being according to these factors. Her thoughts drifted directly back to Jenot, the moment when she had to decide what to do with him.... he was defective in every kind as she first met him and she had ignored all protocol to help him. She didn't notice how her expression automatically darkened and the well known melancholy took possession of her again, the feeling she had been trying to shake off all the time.

While they were caught up in their thoughts, she had almost completely forgotten Crosshair and had not noticed that he had been staring at her the whole time. He finally interrupted her with an annoyed snort.

''You sound like Tech.''

She flinched a little at his voice as she was jolted out of her thoughts, adjusted her googles and looked at him slightly confused, but it wasn't long before she had regained her composure and started typing on her data pad again, muttering.

''Hmm... CT-9903 - enhanced mental capacity.''

She smiled slightly and turned to look up at the young clone again.

''Thank you, that's...''

She was interrupted by an even more annoyed and defiant tone.

''That wasn't a compliment.''

Her brow furrowed slightly and she sighed internally in slight exasperation, thank the maker she really had no need to deal with another rebellious specimen with a certain attitude. This just seemed all too familiar to her.

I think that most of the people I know got already tagged so please ignore if you are ;)

@lightwise @the-bad-batch-baroness @sinfulsalutations @littlemissmanga @enigmaticexplorer @anxiouspineapple99 @starrylothcat

#wip wednesday #tag game #oc commander ghoul #tbb crosshair #clone wars fanfiction

[agentrouka-blog]

Dear Agent Rouka, I am but a humble lurker but I had a shower thought I would like to hear your opinion on. I have not, however, lurked the fandom enough to know if anybody has pointed this out, and I'm not sure I've seen it anywhere in your tags, but this is about the prophecy told to Cersei: that the valonqar will someday wrap his hands around her throat.

Of course, valonqar is High Valyrian for little brother, so there's Cersei's misdirection (that it's Tyrion) followed by the fandom interpretation that it's really Jaime, and as Madame Stumpy has noted in her reread series, the 'hands around the throat' is likely to be a poison, based on the metaphorical language used surrounding poison. (Thank you Stumpy).

And for more context to this ask, the show likely gave Cersei Aegon's storyline, when Aegon will presumably hold King's Landing before D*ny rocks up with her scaly WMDs.

Anyway, with that said: who's of Valyrian descent that a High Valyrian word would be appropriate for? Aegon, the sun's son, Elia's Aegon, is the little brother to Rhaenys, just a baby when babyswap happened (like the other childswaps have happened, with Gilly's poor child, and Bran and Rickon)...

So my very silly, merely casual question: is Aegon the valonqar? It seems like an appropriate misdirect, and explains the usage of Valyrian. It is a little brother, and more importantly flags Aegon's actual identity as, well, Aegon, not some fake replacement by and large accepted by the rest of the fandom.

That means you get the triple whammy, the prophecy hurts Cersei, Aegon's legitimacy is flagged by the fulfilment of it (even if no one else ever learns about it), and because most people assume he's fake, it might not be seen coming.

Now, if someone much cleverer than me already figured this out, please ignore everything I wrote here and pretend I just sent a picture of a kitten. Thanks for your blog, and hope you have a great day.

If someone hasn't pointed this out before, that we know of anyway, what do you think of it? I think the reason I like it is because it's a follow-up to what Cersei was going to do because of Stannis, and you get that neat narrative effect with Aegon. But does it make much sense?

Same anon about the valonqar ask, but I just wanted to add I always found it unusual that High Valyrian was used in a prophecy told to Cersei, and this makes it make sense for me. Also, hope my ask is not using your blog like it's my own blog, as I mentioned I am really just a lurker and don't have any confidence in my own ASOIAF observations, and would love to hear your opinion (and equally any of your followers as well).

Hi anon!

(Please don't worry, thank you for sharing!)

I hadn't considered why Maggy the Frog uses a Valyrian word in the context of the prophecy, outside of her being from Essos and likely a Valyrian speaker herself. 

But applying it to Aegon as a "Valyrian" little brother is actually pretty brilliant. And he is in a position to chase Cersei to her doom now that his invasion is underway and likely to gain momentum. In a way, even if he has no intention of actually harming her in any cruel way, he could be the cause of her death.

It'd be enough for a trapped Cersei to believe that he would brutally murder her, based on the brutality that Tywin condoned - if not outright ordered - to be visited on Elia, Rhaenys and "Aegon". She would choose her own end based on a false assumption - one taught to her by Tywin. That there can be no mercy. The perfect self-destruction of House Lannister based on his own toxic legacy.

To make it even more perfect, Tyrion could be involved, as well. The little brother she suspected. At the very least, he already set Aegon on the path to Westeros that will see Cersei toppled. Depending on the timing, if GRRM delays her death into ADOS, GRRM could explore some darkly ironic twists and turns around Cersei’s paranoia over Tyrion and Tyrion’s twisted love-hate relationship with his family. Wouldn’t it be tragically hilarious if he was negotiating with Aegon over a potential hostage exchange to save the last of his family, while Cersei (with Jaime) ends herself because she is certain of being horrifically killed by either of them?

#rouka queue #cersei lannister #valonqar #aegon vi targaryen #tyrion lannister #prophecy #self fulfilling prophecy

[blorbocedes]

Please! Director’s Cut for Monza maxiel 🥺

ohoho 😈 okay, so. Monza 21 is the one fic I knew i HAD to write, as an homage to the winner's room trope that we talk about on this blog, and specifically the one sided maxiel dynamic. both of it going hand in hand.

I've actually never done a director's commentary below so uhh spoilers below:

I had a lot of fun, since we're writing from 2022 to add in some references and future gutpunches~ like~

this whole interaction with Zak, and then the "this would not be his final win in Formula One" 💀💀💀

Daniel POV is really fun in this cause he's a proper unreliable narrator 😭 he's so delusional

this whole paragraph is like...... girl he is Not waiting for you 😭😭😭 i hope it's evident in the fic that the reason daniel keeps rmbring 2016 is cause wanting max is a representation of wanting his own redbull slay era back, and he's clinging on this win like his last resort -- and the hint of resentment towards max now, for winning, for finally having the car that was promised to Daniel

I actually debated a lot about a particular scene that could go two ways.

1, they do a shoey in the hotel room, before everything else. Daniel being super into the ritual aspect and harkening back to The Past and max not being super into it but Daniel obv brushing it off

2. daniel wants to do the shoey after but max leaves and DR is like okay whatever we'll do it at Abu Dhabi/when the championship is won and max picks ME

didn't go with 1 because -- I already wrote the cognac scene and daniel pouring more for max, which is an intentional detail that would go remissed in a shoey AND cause champagne doesn't really get you that drunk. plus pathetic + delusional are the character notes I wanted to hit, so 2 really sealed the deal

I wondered what to put on Daniel's sex playlist, just to make it gross. so obviously John Mayer's your body is a wonderland ~~ ye, the weeknd, drake, pitbull but 2010s club fuckboy music. and ofc the CBAT Reddit song but sadly this fic is in 2021:/

I was actually debating how dubcon to make it. In my head I was turning a dial -- too dubcon/not dubcon enough. I knew I wanted Daniel to say, "it's tradition" but in a "hey, don't make me Say the situation we're in dictates the winner gets to fuck who they choose but hey I'm a Good Guy" way but I had to figure out how to get there. if max says No or I don't Want this, we go into full non con territory, if max reciprocates it's not dubcon Enough. truly I was in my Google docs like 🧪👩‍🔬⚗️

there's some Nico mentions, to highlight Daniel is thinking of 2016. but also because I was like 😈 why not

He remembers one time after Nico had blathered on and on how full-body Brazilian waxes gave him that millisecond edge over Lewis; Max and Daniel wanted to try out the body hair hypothesis. Max had been the giggling, willing subject completely hairless in the face so it wouldn't be too suspicious as Daniel went to town on the electric shaver. Arms, back, the soft fuzzy happy trail leading downwards… The coarser, darker curls nestled around the base of his dick, aroused and alert, as Daniel cleanly shaved it off; Max’s choked off little gasp as Daniel got to the balls, careful and hyperfocused. Daniel had eaten him out there, against the sink, Max shivering and sensitive everywhere and Daniel couldn't help but run his fingers over the smooth, hairless skin. Max had a mechanical engine failure the next race, and they chalked their hypothesis off to inconclusive.

this was important cause the baby maxiel WAS reciprocal!!! max used to be super into him!!!! so that the readers can contrast their past dynamic to what's happening now 🫣 also a ref to mondaycore's shaving carlando mafia au

Maybe Kelly prefers him like this, smooth like a baby. And obviously, good for them or whatever, but that age difference was a little suspect – cougar going after someone much younger. Daniel ignored that he was the same age as her, or that his girlfriend was the same age as Max and focused on the task at hand.

out of pocket, honestly. writer doesn't believe in subtext they're gonna spell it out.

“Condom?” Max yelps, a little panicked. And Daniel grins, proud of his little lion for learning about safe sex. Hopefully, that means he's not putting a baby in that girlfriend of his. There was a time when Max would beg him to bareback, cause he saw it in porn and wanted to try it; and as hot as the idea was, finishing inside Max, watching his hole desperately try to hold and spill the come it can't hold, Daniel was a single man back then and getting way too much pussy to even consider it. Although… if Max had been safe with his girlfriend, and he wasn't fucking anyone during his Winner’s Room picks…

this entire section was . i wanted to punch Daniel in the face. this is also incredibly delusional of Daniel to assume just cause Max is playing video games with Lando meant he wasn't fucking anyone (cause ooooobviously he's not picking Daniel so who would he been fucking?)

the part where Daniel's staring at him in the mirror in the bathroom is I think a good breather from everything that just happened, sort of post nut clarity lol. Daniel thinking Max will pull his share of the weight in the shower, since Daniel just did all the work now. It's not like he's keeping score except he totally is

Seeing Daniel, he looks a little guilty, like he got caught scrambling out as fast as he could,

Daniel even identifies it correctly, but refuses to acknowledge it for what it is.

They've crossed the minimum allotted time for the FIA, and he can't actually stop Max from leaving.

this is a throwaway line but it's so fucking telling. skull emoji. 💀 also a bit of world building for the WR rules

“I'm not 19 anymore.” Max says pointedly, and what does that have to do with anything? Max shrugs his polo on and when Daniel doesn't say anything or try to stop him, softens. “Listen, this was…” Max searches for an adjective that does not come. Daniel fills it in his mind, ‘great’, ‘mind-blowing’, ‘simply lovely’, “Yeah. Congrats again on the win, Daniel.”

so many things were happening in this paragraph!!! but mostly Daniel filling in the blanks and Max not saying anything is SOOOO shjdjfjdk

then to soften out daniel, he says he believes in max WDC. And he does! and maybe there was a time when max would've needed to hear this, but now it's just a nice thing to hear. he doesn't need Daniel like that anymore

someone in the comments was like "noo I feel so bad for daniel" and i was like 😭 why...... he's completely absorbed in his own ego and trying to ignore his flop era (that's why the lando mentions!!!), and when he has even a modicum of power (race win), he feels entitled to it. if anything the ending to Me is comeuppance. but I also respect once it's out into the world; everyone has their own interpretation of the fic.

i can go on and on, but it's already embarrassingly long. uhh I listened to Drake's Find Your Love like a million times to get into Daniel POV.

I'm more than just an option, refuse to be forgotten

I'm really happy with the fic, I think it's what I wanted the monza WR to be, and it's still fun to read despite The Horrors

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[actual-changeling]

hi, please feel free to ignore this, i would understand if you were tired of the whole pen thing, but i have a question about her suicide fic. i read it and it was ok, nothing special, but i also see nothing wrong with it? i'm aware i might just be ignorant on the subject (i never had that problem), but i would like to understand why it is offensive and bad representation?

Hi anon! I feel like you're genuinely asking so I will answer your question, though probably not in the way you expected. Once again, discourse is tagged, everyone feel free to block it. This response might get a bit personal so keep that in mind.

I'm as tired of this topic as everyone else, but I also do not want anyone to feel left behind if that makes sense. If there is something I can help with, I want to do so (as long as I feel like the question is coming from a genuine place, if not it will be deleted without comment).

CW for discussions of triggers and mentions of suicidality.

I wish I could tell you exactly which aspects of it are the problem and why, but I have not read it and I cannot read it.

I came across one of her posts and excerpts from it completely by accident, there was no warning in front of it, no read more, nothing. My brain reads very quickly and was half-way through the post before I realized what exactly I was reading, and unfortunately that was already enough to trigger me.

I wanna reiterate for people that aren't too knowledgeable on the subject or have gotten a lot of wrong information from social media that a trigger does not just mean "it makes me uncomfortable". The reaction is connected to my trauma and experiences with the topic at hand, I was going through emotional flashbacks that left me almost hyperventilating, shaking, and unable to calm down for several hours. All because of the way she wrote about suicidality. I am not easily triggered like this, I am in therapy, I have meds, I have unhealthy self-control. The fact that it affected me the way it did speaks volumes.

So no, I cannot read her fic and I won't read it, but I do not have to. I have seen more than enough to confidently say that the way she handled this is not okay, it is not safe for people to read, she is being incredibly irresponsible in how she talks about it on her blog, and I really hope that no one who is in a tough spot comes across it and gets triggered the way I did.

If someone reads it and sees no problem with it - good for you, and I don't mean that sarcastically. But I know that there are people that will read it and get, for a lack of better words, fucked up. I asked several of my friends about it and just giving vague descriptions of what I had read was enough to make them agree that, yes, this is not how you handle this topic.

The LEAST you can do is tag it properly and with as many different warnings that apply as possible. The LEAST you can do is leave a note saying "this is in part inaccurate and triggering in x way".

But then again, the absolute bare minimum would be to listen to people when they tell you when something you write is unsafe and offensive and then not write it that way. I think we all know at this point that no matter how many different fics and people go through this exact same experiences over and over again, she does not care about her readers and she won't listen. It's sad and it's embarrassing, and once again, I really really hope no one gets seriously hurt by this.

I will add the same disclaimer I added on my other post: If you quote me just to twist my words and misinterpret what I said, I hope you are ashamed of yourself. If you need clarification just ask me, it's that simple.

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[thebeyondasks]

Asks open!

You happen upon some charts set up on an empty stall. There's a small slot, some paper and a pen. Surely nothing could go wrong if you wrote something...?

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Eden - he/him OR she/her, god of fate, partner of Melody Melody - Any pronouns (they/them preferred), god of chaos, partner of Eden Reave - She/her, god of torture/earth, partner of Mirror Mirror - She/her, god of death/ice, partner of Reave Grey Melody - She/her, cult leader, partner of Yuko Glintsoul Solstice - Any pronouns, god of gender Daemon - He/him, just an enderman

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Please read the rules before posting! Questions with adult content are allowed for some characters (they will not be answered on Tumblr but rather on Twitter/Itaku), but will be ignored for: -Whisper -Eden -Melody -Mirror

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A few of my characters are shipped/paired with other characters not owned by me, namely Eden + Melody, Reave + Mirror, Little Shit + Luka and Artemis + Nyx. I will not ship these guys with other OCs or fandom characters, but I will draw interactions as realistic to the character as I can.

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I am slow with responses sometimes, so if I take a while to respond I apologise in advance!

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[archiveikemen]

Mashiro Kanade Main Story — Chapter 20

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One after another, things beyond my imagination were happening, and I was too stunned to move.

Kanade let go of me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

He looked down at me and narrowed his eyes happily.

Kanade: This is a song only you can write, and only I can sing.

MC: …Huh?

I looked at Kanade quizzically.

(Kanade’s eyes are sparkling more than usual.)

I noticed the passion burning in Kanade’s eyes.

MC: Does that mean… you approve of my song?

(Kanade has said it before…)

== Flashback Start ==

Kanade: Alright.

Kanade: I’ll sing your song.

MC: Um, do you really mean it...?

Kanade: That's if you can write a song I approve of.

== Flashback End ==

(Right. Kanade said that if he approves of it, he’ll sing it for me.)

As I waited nervously for a response, Kanade's lips curled into a smile again...

Kanade: Don't ask the obvious.

Kanade: I'm the only one who can bring out this song's full potential.

Kanade: Isn't it?

MC: Nn...!

Those words would've come off as haughty and intimidating if said by someone else, but it was the best compliment from Kanade.

(What should I do...! I'm so happy that I can't find the right words.)

The emotions welling up inside me were so overwhelming that my chest hurt.

(I'm glad I didn't give up on writing this song.)

My heart was so full that I was speechless, but I managed to squeeze out a few words.

MC: Thank... you...

Kanade: Why are you thanking me?

Kanade: This is a song you wrote yourself.

MC: Kanade...

As the two of us continued to stare at each other...

Henri: Uhm...

Henri: Sorry to interrupt while you're in your own world, but can I just say something?

Seeing Henri's wry smile, I quickly answered while moving away from Kanade.

MC: ...Sorry.

(Right... we just did that in front of everyone.)

My cheeks became hotter and I moved even further away from Kanade.

MC: ...Wha—!?

This time, Kanade hugged me from behind.

MC: K-Kanade!

I whipped my head around in surprise, but Kanade ignored it.

For some reason, Henri was staring at us as if we did something wrong.

Kanade: ...

Henri smiled bitterly at Kanade.

Henri: Erm... uh... i-it's nothing. haha...

MC: Um... Kanade?

I protested as I tried to escape Kanade's arms.

Kanade said into my ear in a slightly grumpy voice.

Kanade: You're so noisy. Be quiet.

MC: It's because...!

Kanade: Are you dissatisfied?

Kanade looked into my eyes, his face dangerously close to mine.

I couldn't do anything to resist him.

MC: N-no, that's not it.

Kanade: That's right.

(...I'm completely caught in Kanade's pace.)

Sighs of exasperation eventually escaped from everyone's mouths.

Koki: Shall we go have breakfast now?

Haruto: I'm hungry.

Henri: Yeah I have to go get dressed too.

(Everyone left.)

After everyone left the room as if they didn't just witness anything, I looked up at Kanade who was still holding me.

(Hm?)

Kanade: ...

Kanade's eyes were downcast, seemingly deep in thought.

A few moments passed with both of us in silence...

Kanade: I'm going to play that song to Kyoichiro and the others.

When he said that, he finally let go of me.

(Ah...)

All I could think about was the song and his singing.

Kanade left the room with the music sheets and his guitar.

MC: W-wait!

I chased after Kanade.

Kanade opened the door to the living room with a bang.

After getting ready in the morning, everyone who had gathered for breakfast turned towards him.

Kanade: Kyoichiro and Henri!

Kyoichiro: What?

Henri: ...

At the dining table, apart from Henri who had already changed into his work attire, the early birds Kyoichiro and Eisuke were also there.

In front of everyone, Kanade grinned as he held his guitar.

Kanade: I want your opinions on her song.

Haruto glanced at Kanade and spoke.

Haruto: Oh, it was great.

Ritsu: ...I was shown things I shouldn't have seen.

Gaku: I must've been dreaming.

MC: ...

(They're talking about... that hug, right?)

When I heard what Ritsu and the others said, my neck felt hot again.

As usual, Kanade didn't care about such things and sat on the edge of the sofa in a relaxed manner.

Kanade: This is an acoustic guitar, but it'll give you the vibe, right?

Kanade began to play the guitar with a smile.

He then started to sing.

Kyoichiro & Henri: ...

(Ah...!)

Once again, my song filled the spacious living room, and everyone stopped to listen.

(The acoustic guitar makes it sound more catchy.)

(And it seems that... Kanade is adding his own arrangements to it while playing.)

As I listened to my song continue to be further refined, my heart was pounding so hard that I felt it was going to pop out of my chest...

Kanade: What do you think?

Kanade finished the song and put down the acoustic guitar.

Kyoichiro & Henri: ...

After pausing for a short while to think, Kyoichiro and the others shared their opinions.

Kyoichiro: It had SilverVine's signature addictive sound.

Kyoichiro: The melody is wonderful, I think this song will be popular with the audience.

Henri: The lyrics sound like a song only Kanade can sing. Amazing, isn't it?

Henri: If Kanade sang this with all his might, I think he would really send someone to heaven or hell.

While Henri was laughing, Kyoichiro was tapping on his knee like a drum, as if to test a rhythm out.

Kyoichiro: Maybe we can change the overall mood of the song again by increasing the tempo.

I watched their interaction from a distance...

(This isn't a dream... right?)

I suddenly felt Koki's hand on my shoulder.

Koki: I'm glad you and Kanade were able to find it.

Koki: Your dream song.

Koki's kind words made my heart overflow with joy.

MC: Yes, it feels great.

(This is definitely not a dream.)

(Because... my heart is so full.)

As I was smiling brightly, Kanade stood up from the sofa.

Kanade: I'm going to perform this song on the next live performance.

It was a sudden announcement, and everyone gathered around Kanade.

(Huh...?)

My heart beat wildly because of the shock.

Kyoichiro: What do you mean... live performance?

Kanade smiled boldly at Kyoichiro...

Kanade: The next live performance of 'Own The Night'.

When Kanade said that he wanted to perform my song at the next 'Own The Night' live performance, everyone stared at him wide-eyed.

Only Kanade's facial expression remained calm...

Kanade: Why are all of you so shocked?

Henri: As expected of King Kanade, huh? Always so abrupt.

Kyoichiro and Koki sighed almost simultaneously.

Kyoichiro: ...Here we go again.

Koki: You know... the thing you said the other day... we haven't settled on anything.

(Oh!)

I remembered the day that article about 'Own The Night' was published.

== Flashback Start ==

Koki: Well, I'm sure Rindou will conduct an investigation.

Koki: Try not to do anything that will draw attention for now, just lay low.

== Flashback End ==

(That's right. We've caught Rindou's attention.)

(Therefore we should lay low for now.)

Koki: And... there's something I didn't tell you guys about.

Koki: Ever since that article was published, I haven't been able to rent our usual venue.

Koki: That's why it's impossible for us to have a live show anytime soon.

Ritsu: W-why can't you rent it...?

Koki: The owner told me not to use it for the time being.

Koki: I'm indebted to that Live House, this isn't something I can solve with money.

Koki: And it's not just us, but it could cause problems for other bands too.

Eisuke: So, what you're saying is, the Live House will be in trouble if you force them to let us hold 'Own The Night'.

Eisuke: They'll be watched by Rindou because of us.

Eisuke: We don't want to lose our chance of performing such a powerful song, but...

Eisuke: We can't do that without a stage.

(Right, Eisuke mentioned it the other day...)

== Flashback Start ==

Eisuke: If not only 'Own The Night', but also our songs gain attention,

Eisuke: This will act as a catalyst for the public to start discussing the existence of Rindou and the Music Control Act again.

Eisuke: This incident will act as a catalyst for the public to start discussing the existence of Rindou and the Music Control Act again.

Eisuke: It's our chance to fight back against the government, against Rindou.

== Flashback End ==

Eisuke's words gave us a reality check.

Everyone in the living room was silent.

(There's a big risk if we continue singing at 'Own The Night'. But...)

(...This is our golden opportunity.)

I thought to myself as I glanced at everyone.

Everyone was deep in thought, but they all had troubled expressions on their faces.

(...I guess it is impossible for them to perform this song after all.)

(As long as Rindou has their eye on us, we have to be careful...)

Just as my shoulders dropped in disappointment...

Kanade: If we can't use the Live House, then we'll sing outdoors.

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