#so wild to think about her in that in comparison to infamous now

[sunshineandviolets]

final edit of the year, only fitting for it to be a revamp version of my first oc edit <3

Shanaya Wiseman // Mind Blind

#mind blind #button wiseman #oc moodboard #character edits #my edit #gosh i miss her in mb #so wild to think about her in that in comparison to infamous now #anyways hope her and glitch are going on so many dates in the new year #oc: shanaya wiseman

[earthstellar]

A List of Transformers Halloween Episodes Currently Officially Available on YouTube! (With Some Important Notes on Transmutate)

Since the Hasbro official YouTube channels have put up a ton of various Transformers media, including Halloween specials from multiple TF shows, I figured I'd link them here for Spooky Season hype! :)

Some of these episodes are not explicitly Halloween Specials, but are rather episodes known to give off a creepy/horror vibe.

I have not included any episodes from Energon, Armada, etc. because I can't seem to find them on YouTube at the moment.

Each spooky episode has been listed in chronological order of release!

That having been said, enjoy! <3

Transformers Halloween Episodes

Transformers G1 - Dweller in the Depths (Season 3 Episode 18)

Beast Wars - Call of the Wild (Season 1 Episode 19) (this one's not technically on a Hasbro channel but IDK,it's a 4K remaster which I think was made by fans, not 100% sure)

Transformers Animated - Along Came a Spider (Season 1 Episode 9) (this one's not technically on a Hasbro channel either, IDK how it's still up)

Transformers Prime - Thirst (Season 3 Episode 8)

Rescue Bots - Feed the Beast (Season 2 Episode 9)

Rescue Bots Academy - Trick or Treat (Season 1 Episode 26)

Important Note: Beast Wars, Ableism in Horror Media, and Transmutate

Some people find the Transmutate episode to be the scariest episode of Beast Wars. At the time, most fans would have agreed with that.

However, this always felt somewhat uncomfortable to me due to the fact that the perceived horror in that episode comes from a combination of the animation/character design, some less-than-great implications of the plot/resolution to the episode, and the fact that she is suggested to be developmentally disabled as being a source of "horror", so especially as a disabled person myself, I don't want to feed into that.

It feels ableist to me (although at the time in the 90s it was very progressive to include disabled characters in anything at all, I find the way it was done in Beast Wars with Transmutate to be somewhat uncomfortable especially in retrospect), to the degree that I'm not including that episode on this list despite the fact that it is infamous for being "scary".

Generally, there is a common problem of depictions of disability in horror themed media being used as a source of fear or shock value to a presumed-abled audience, which is often ableist in that the disability (or features/traits commonly associated with various disabilities) are treated as a source of repulsion or cause of terror in and of themselves, which needless to say, is in poor taste at best and outright offensive at worst.

This issue is part of why I'm a bit wary of Transmutate being included in any Transformers horror lists, as she is heavily implied to have multiple disabilities, and at the very least, some traits associated with certain disabilities are used to intentionally make her character seem strange and othered in comparison to the main cast, which feels a little... Hmmm.

Additional Context: Disability Rights and The Impact on Media Inclusivity

Now, to be fair, Transmutate is by far not the worst depiction of a disabled character in 90s media. Not by a long shot.

And it is important to remember that it was around the start of the 90s that more shows started to make an effort to include disabled characters at all--

--In the USA, the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) was only introduced and passed as civil rights law in 1990, and Transformers as a whole has historically attempted to include disabled characters (including Chip Chase in G1, back in the 80s) long before it was normal or expected in any way to have a disabled character as part of any show's main cast (especially on a recurring basis).

So generally, Transformers has been very progressive about including disability and disabled characters in various TF shows and media, but the bar historically was set unfortunately low across the board, and any attempts at disability inclusion in any television media at all are relatively recent when you take into consideration how long TV has been around and how few disabled characters there are in TV media.

Transmutate is a very interesting and unique case, and should be viewed with the contextual knowledge that disabled people only gained basic rights in the USA eight years prior to the premiere of the episode.

Most shows did not have openly disabled staff on their production teams, including writers or artists, but as there was still a fear of being fired for disclosing disabilities well into the 90s (remember, the ADA was brand new), we'll likely never know how many disabled people worked in media production or animation at the time. I don't know if any of the staff working on Beast Wars may have been disabled, or familiar with any of the disability traits they either intentionally or unintentionally gave Transmutate.

And it's worth remembering that abled fans used to be absolutely fucking awful in general whenever a disabled character was included in anything.

One 90s show that did have disabled staff working on the inclusion of a disabled character was Extreme Ghostbusters, which introduced Garrett Miller, a wheelchair user and Ghostbuster. This was met with unholy, vitriolic, highly vocal backlash from abled fans, which was generally a fucking nightmare to witness as a disabled fan. I can only imagine how the disabled staff members felt.

Keep in mind, the Extreme Ghostbusters backlash happened in 1997. Beast Wars came out in 1996, but the Transmutate episode was in production and aired in 1998 -- AFTER the introduction of Garrett and the associated ableist shitstorm.

So I honestly give Beast Wars credit for even daring to include a character like Transmutate who is suggested to have both physical and cognitive disabilities-- Especially because depictions of cognitive disability/developmental disability/etc. in media are still so fucking rare, and including a character like this in your show could get you absolutely shit on by your audience. Because oh my god, abled fans were unbelievably awful about this kind of thing at the time.

Back in the day, abled audiences used to get really, really fucking angry if disabled characters were introduced. All sorts of awful ableist shit. So it's worth knowing that this is part of why a lot of disabled characters in the 90s were only featured in one-off episodes, typically killed off to reassure the ableist fans that they wouldn't have to see that character return again.

If that makes you mad, good, because it sucked. I was a disabled kid in the 90s watching all this shit at the time. It was not great.

I don't know if any fear of the type of backlash that Extreme Ghostbusters got was part of the decision making with the Transmutate character or episode, but it wouldn't surprise me--

--Of course, that assumes that the Beast Wars crew were aware of the implications of certain choices they made with the design and character traits they gave Transmutate, and I don't know, the 90s were a rough time for disability awareness. I'm not sure if they fully realised how that episode or character might come across when viewed through a disability-aware lens.

I don't think the Beast Wars crew were being malicious at all-- In fact, the opposite!

The inclusion of a disabled character at all in any way was still very innovative at the time (it should not have been so rare, but it was), and when I watched the episode when it originally aired, I remembered thinking it was a really good and emotional depiction of a disabled character.

I still think this, personally, because disability awareness did not really exist in the 90s unless you yourself were disabled (or had a friend/family member who was). I didn't expect any show to do it right, and at least Beast Wars did it with compassion and a clear attempt to make Transmutate a likable (if potentially unsettling) character deserving of friendship and compassion (although the compassion may come across as purely pity, which is also not necessarily great).

I have to say, I personally love Transmutate. I could relate to a lot of aspects of their character and experience with struggling to understand or effectively communicate with the others, in particular; I'm Autistic, and I've heard similar praise of the character from some other Autistic fans.

In the 90s, any representation at all was considered good representation, for the most part, and this is partially because we were so fucking hungry for representation in general and there was a real vibe that since the ADA got passed, maybe we could actually get some legit representation. Holy shit! And Beast Wars did a pretty good job, all things considered.

But the potentially ableist implications are there, especially when most people still seem to agree that Transmutate is "scary" to them-- You have to look at WHY people think this character is scary.

For some people, this is because of the character's design purely because it was so starkly different from all the other main cast designs. For some it's the animation which comes across as particularly creepy, which that's a little more understandable as the entire show can sometimes fall into the uncanny valley a bit. And that's all totally fine!

But for other people, it's the character's mannerisms and physical differences which inherently provide the horror for them, and that's what I find potentially ableist in the context of everything I've said above.

I have no idea how modern audiences would perceive Transmutate, but I do find a lot of the comments on the Chris McFeely Transmutate episode of Transformers: The Basics to be very interesting. Most are very positive-- Which is good! :)

I will make a separate post about Transmutate at some point in the future, as I do want to give the episode and character their due spotlight and a more thorough analysis at some point.

But anyway, I just wanted to explain my reasoning here, because I know someone will eventually mention Transmutate as being the famously "terrifying" episode of Beast Wars, and I don't think it's actually a horror themed episode. I think it just freaked people out, for various reasons, but I hope you can see why that might come across as... possibly not good.

So, Why "Call of the Wild"? What Makes It Not Ableist?

I think Call of the Wild provides more of a tension-based fear which is felt by the characters themselves, centred around the actual challenge of the episode and the concept of forced loss of identity (going feral), which is a less ableist horror plot all around.

Despite Transmutate's reputation for being "the scariest Beast Wars episode", I think that Call of the Wild is a more appropriate choice for a horror media list. It contains actual horror tropes, and touches on a real world common fear (loss of identity) as a primary theme of the episode.

While a sense of lost identity or loss of self-control (emotional regulation, etc.) are also part of some real world disabilities, in the context in which these tropes are used in Call of the Wild, it is not ableist because it does not resemble any of these real world conditions. It is depicted in a way that is unique to their situation, and is dependent on having a beast alt-mode-- Things that cannot be replicated in real life.

Whereas with Transmutate, real world people can and do have developmental disabilities or similar conditions. Neurodivergent people are certainly real (I myself am one, lol), and some of Transmutate's character traits which are intended to make her come across as "odd" and potentially "disturbing" closely resemble these real world traits.

Therefore, Transmutate's traits being depicted or described as "creepy" can potentially harm real world people, as there is a resemblance to real neurodivergent and otherwise disabled traits that actual human beings have, and which have been used against people in discriminatory ways both historically and in the modern day.

Using these traits as a way to other Transmutate and set them apart in a seemingly intentionally unsettling way can be hurtful to watch if you yourself have those traits, whereas depicting beastformers going feral is not potentially harmful to real human beings.

TL;DR Conclusion: oh god this post got long

Simply put, Call of the Wild plays on real fears in a purely fictional manner.

Transmutate, on the other hand, can be interpreted as potentially ableist due to the episode's use of real world traits associated with various disabilities as a way to single out the character in a way that can come across as scary and repulsive, which can be hurtful for some people who have some of these traits in real life.

Transmutate was handled better than most media involving disabled characters at the time the episode originally aired, as mentioned previously, but still.

Personally I love Transmutate, possibly because I saw it during it's original airing back when media was, let's say, less than inclusive and TV media was still struggling very much with trying to figure out how to handle disability without fucking it up completely. I identified with Transmutate, and I still love the character to this day.

But especially as a disabled person myself, I can see how it is hit or miss with other disabled fans-- Particularly those of us who lived through a lot of the 90s era ableist ignorance/90s backlash against disabled characters in general--And I don't want to ruin anyone's Halloween by bringing up shitty memories or negative real world experiences. <3

Therefore, to avoid any potential bad vibes, I have chosen Call of the Wild as the spooky season episode of choice for Beast Wars!

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This turned into a very long post-- Thank you to anyone who stuck around and actually read any of this!!! <3

If you enjoy Transformers Halloween content, if you might be interested, please feel free to check out my Terror Transformed Halloween Event! :)

It's 2:30 AM now, I'm going to bed!!!

#transformers #transmutate #beast wars #rescue bots #disability in media #transformers prime #transformers animated #maccadams #maccadam #halloween #transformers g1 #long post

[librathefangirl]

Short, a demon ideal?

Okay this post has been on my mind for a while now. So shout-out to @wow-skylar and @spacehostilityy for putting the idea of Meliodas and Zeldris bullying Estarossa for his height and short being a demon ideal into my head. Now allow me to run wild with it. (Apparently this turned into a whole analysis oops)

I love this because it kinda feels like it'd be a "silly little idea", but it actually makes sense. For starters, let's talk about Meliodas and his own height. Throughout the manga/anime we repeatedly get Meliodas being mistaken for a kid and underestimated because of this and the fact that he is Tiny™

And how does Meliodas react to this? Well, it's Mel, so it's not like he's fazed by these kind of things. But! While we do get him, sometimes repeatedly, stating that he's not a kid (because obviously he's not), we don't really get him protesting about his height/size. Granted, we don't get nearly as much occasions with someone pointing out his size without calling him a kid or such, but let's look at the above scene with Simon. Meliodas isn't just unfazed, he seems surprised that Simon would even be surprised that the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins, the infamous strongest and cruelest order of knights, is someone of his size.

Which brings us to Diane's height. When Gowther reveals that Diane has been lying about her height, Meliodas is confused and doesn't get why it's a big deal actually being 30 rather than 29 feet. Now this is mostly played off like a "boys vs girls" thing, and could just be a Meliodas thing. But why would it be a Meliodas thing? Maybe because he's a demon rather than a giant/human. Like @somthing-lavender said in the original post, this could be the result of demons not actually caring about height.

Okay so - demons don't care about heights is actually something that (to me at least) makes a lot of sense when you think about it. We're shown time and time again that size doesn't matter to demons, it's not a requirement for strength or power. The first demon we meet (that we know is a demon when we do) is the Red Demon. And yeah, at first the red (and also gray) demons seem like these big powerful threats. But, let's face it, it's season 1. A lot of people seemed more powerful back then than in later seasons. And the red and gray demons' power levels lie around 1,000-3,000 - which we now know isn't that much. Something that season 2 (season 3 on Netflix) quickly proves.

Season 2 introduces us a lot more to the demon clan's power levels. Because that's when power levels in general are revealed, but also because we get the Ten Commandments and Meliodas with his power restored. As for the Ten Commandments, we get a first view at their power levels through Galand's, which is 26,000 (with his magic depleted). Now, yes, I'm aware that Galand is also a big demon, but let's make a little comparison, shall we?

According to the wiki, the red demons are 800cm (26'3") tall with a power level of 1,000-1,300 and Galand is 408cm (13'5") tall with a power level of 27,000. This means that while Galand is about half the size of a red demon his power level is still about 27 times bigger. And! Galand is the Commandment with the lowest power level, the others' ranging between 31,000 and 61,000. With the exception of Grayroad and Fraudrin (and Drole, but he's a giant and shouldn't be included in this anyway), the others are also a lot smaller than him.

What's my point with all of this? That, despite the title of this post, demons don't care about height. There isn't some "gotta be big and strong" thing going on among the demons. Because they can just as well be tiny and strong. I mean, before Meliodas' power is restored (when he only has about 10% of his power) his strength still lies at 960, which is slightly above Diane's (a literal giant) 950 in her human size.

The demon clan is just a lot more diverse in that way compared to other races, like humans and giants (who btw kinda must appear to be more or less all the same size to demons?). There are some demons that are really big and powerful like Galand and Fraudrin. But also really short and powerful demons like Meliodas and Zeldris. So, yeah, they don't put the same value in heights like humans do.

Of course ideals don't always have to do with what's actually best. So, let's leave the analysis of canon for a bit and look at the idea that originally inspired this post: short being seen as an ideal for demons.

Now I love the idea that Mel and Zel accidentally creates a beauty standard by being short. And, once again, I have to admit, it kinda makes sense. Because when it comes to beauty standards we tend to look towards celebrities, right? Successful and desirable people? And, I mean, Meliodas and Zeldris are literal princes. They're also both insanely powerful, both successfully led the Ten Commandments at different points, and Meliodas was widely looked at as the one most likely to be the next Demon King. It makes sense that other demons would look at them as being the "ideal demon". It's also not like it would change after the Holy War finally ended because these two short demons (together with their allies) killed the Demon King and Supreme Deity, beings who were seen as gods, and then became kings of Liones and the demon clan respectively. And, yup, still stupidly powerful.

Plus, you could have so much fun with this idea. Like, if being short is the ideal, how do the demons look at tall demons - yeah, he's hot but he's also tall - or big demons - overcompensating much?

I can just imagine the shit Estarossa would have to put up with from his brothers (for example, see post mentioned at the top and reblogs of it). And Galand! I Imagine he would also get bullied by the smaller (and younger) Ten Commandments members (dude even gets bigger when using his power oof). Meliodas and Zeldris probably wouldn't give it too much thought (besides bullying their brother because "why you so tall? you gotta be adopted"), except when it comes to one other thing. The Demon King.

I like the thought about these two having these inside jokes about their father in-between all the trauma and abuse. Like look at that ridiculous size of their father, now that's a demon who is overcompensating XD - Also, how would this ideal affect the rest of the demons' view on the Demon King. Imagine some demons secretly side-eyeing the DK. "Yeah, he's unimaginably powerful and I would never dare say anything, but he's not really attractive, is he?" And "look at that insanely huge and powerful god of the realm, what would he be without his size?"

Idk I'm just messing around at this point. Anyway! I had some Thoughts™ (apparently) :)

#this is like 80% analysis of canon #20% me just messing around with the idea #i wanna bully the dk so bad right now XD #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #nnt demons #meliodas nnt #zeldris nnt #estarossa nnt #galand nnt #nnt analysis #nnt headcanons #libra talks #a libra nnt analysis

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Mmm... I'm gonna info dump about Puck.

Puck is named after the character from Midsummer's Night Dream but is a bit more malicious than that Puck. He's also partially based on the infamous man-eater tiger of Segur.

Known to the CCG as 'The Tiger', he's a chimera ghoul similar to Hinami and has a one-sided Ukaku and a simple Bikaku. He is, however, unable to heal as easily as most ghouls and is missing an arm and an eye. He's got dark tan skin with tiger-stripe tattoos and long orange hair. Because he's very easy to pick out in a crowd, he's never even bothered to blend in with humans.

His mask is a half mask covering his nose and mouth and looks like a snarling tiger with oni-like fangs. It was made by Uta, but not FOR Puck. Puck stole it off of a victim of his.

Puck was imprisoned temporarily but escaped during transport to Cochlea and fled Tokyo.

Puck was originally ranked A due to his apparent lack of regeneration despite his power, which increased to S after he killed an investigator, and increased again to SS~ following his escape.

His eye was lost to the investigator that he killed. After learning of his codename to the CCG, he mauled the man's corpse explicitly as if it had been an animal attack, reveling in the comparison.

He originally lived in the 20th ward before the Devil Apes and Black Dobers were disbanded. He bounced between the two gangs as something of paid muscle in return for medical care. He lost his arm to Irimi and holds her in high respect for the act, but also intends to kill her for it.

Personality-wise, Puck is cruel. He revels in killing and often kills more than he needs to eat, often treating the death like a celebration. That said, he occasionally drops corpses off with less fortunate families of ghouls. When Anteiku started up, he was partially a provider of meat for them for a month or so before his capture. He has a smidgen of empathy, but dislikes the fact that ghouls are the ones in hiding, often caught stating that humans should be like mice hiding in their dens, instead of the ghouls hiding.

For a time, he stayed with the Oni Clan of the 15th Ward, hiding out. He was treated more like a prisoner than a guest because of his personality and actions. Eventually deciding to flee, he left a bad taste in the mouth of his hosts as he badly mauled a few of their members who tried to follow him.

He lives, at present, prowling the western rural Japanese country side and dealing with humans who don't have Doves to rely on. They're much harder to take on, but he sees that as all the more reason to celebrate the kill. He's slowly uniting small family groups of feral or 'wild' ghouls together, and now sees the city of Tokyo as a buffet. In his eyes, the feral ghouls are all so much stronger than those in the city, even those in the overrun wards. To him, the humans are fat and complacent livestock under their gun toting owners.

And now he's in a position of leadership and has many mouths to feed. He thinks it's high time for a real celebration.

Currently, his last known location to the CCG is the 15th Ward, thanks to a tip from a former Dove.

But his target isn't the Oni Clan. At least, not yet.

#tokyo ghoul oc #tokyo ghoul au #ghoul puck

[godsvvept]

º   .   ♔   ⸻   the  capital  of  king’s  landing  welcomes  ELIA  SAND  of  HOUSE  MARTELL,  the  BASTARD  /  LADY  of  SUNSPEAR.  the  TWENTY - FOUR  year  old  DEMIWOMAN  is  reputed  to  be  GREGARIOUS  and  VENTURESOME,  but  with  the  eyes  of  court  watching  their  every  move,  they  might  turn  out  to  be  UNCOUTH  and  TEMERARIOUS.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  A STEADY HAND WRAPPED AROUND A LANCE, READY TO STRIKE AND BREAK INTO A HUNDRED PIECES AGAINST THE OPPONENT; "I AM SEEKING, I AM STRIVING, I AM IN IT WITH ALL MY HEART"; BLACK BRAIDS, OF THE HORSE AND OF THE GIRL RIDING IT, ALMOST AS ONE.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  HOUSE  MARTELL,  where  they  conspire  to  COMPETE  AND  COME  OUT  AS  VICTORIOUS  ON  THE  KING’S  WEDDING’S  FESTIVITIES’  JOUSTS  &  PROVE  HERSELF  WORTHY  OF  TAKING  PART  ON  HER  FATHER’S  PLANS.  but  in  the  end  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.  

full  name  : elia  sand. alias  /  nickname  :  el, lady  lance. age  :  twenty - four. gender  and  pronouns  :  demiwoman  and  she / they. orientation  :  bisexual  biromantic. occupation : n / a  ( bastard  of  sunspear  +  aspirational  jouster? ) faceclaim :  banita  sandhu

date  of  birth  :  eleventh  month  of  the  year  tba. parents  :  oberyn  martell  and  ellaria  sand siblings  : four  older  half - sisters  and  three  younger  sisters. significant  other : n/a. she  has  no  intention  of  nor  inclinance  for  marriage. religious affiliation : the  faith  of  the  seven.

                   application  ; full  statistics ; tdlr  and  connections  below  the  cut.

trigger  warning  for : mild  mentions  of  sexism.

names  have  power,  a  weight  to  them  that  can  lift  you  up  or  carry  you  down  —  elia  sand,  fortunately,  lives  a  life  that  allows  her  to  pick  the  first,  disregarding  any  comparisons  between  them  and  their  more  infamous  namesake.  the  name  is  the  only  thing  they  have  in  common  anyways  —  the  name  and  oberyn  martell,  possibly  the  one  true  center  of  this  elia’s  world.  as  the  oldest  of  the  new  generation  of  sand  snakes,  elia’s  life  is  much  inspired  on  her  father,  from  her  preference  to  her  sisters  over  anyone  else,  to  her  liveliness,  even  to  her  hobbies.

they  first  ride  a  horse  as  an  infant,  oberyn’s  left  arm  around  them  and  the  right  hand  at  the  reins.  elia  doesn’t  think  she  has  stopped  riding  ever  since  —  either  that  be  with  her  father,  her  mother,  her  sisters,  her  cousins,  and,  finally,  alone.  it  is  easily  the  thing  she  likes  doing  the  most,  and  she  treats  horses  both  as  faithful  companions  but  also  as  a  reliable  travelling  method.  

elia  loves  traveling,  and  has  consistently  explored  dorne  for  the  past  five  years,  mostly  as  a  semi  -  anonymous  presence  granted  by  her  bastard  status,  her  carelessness  about  her  own  outlook,  the  blades  she  carries  in  her  body  and,  oddly  contradictory  but  simultaneously,  the  very  poignant  features  that  tell  just  who  she  is  (  and  anyone  in  dorne  knows  better  than  to  cross  a  daughter  of  the  house  martell,  much  less  one  of  the  viper’s  own  spawns  ).  as  such,  she  has  gained  quite  a  knowledge  of  not  only  the  dornish  terrain,  but  also  of  the  people,  noble  born  or  not.  

unfortunately,  this  does  not  stretch  to  beyond  the  borders  of  dorne,  for  as  wild  as  she  may  be,  elia  knows  she  can  not  tip  too  much  outside  of  the  line  not  for  her  own  sake,  but  for  the  sake  of  those  who  love  and  worry  about  her  (  they  had  one  elia  leaving  dorne,  and  never  returning,  and  this  elia  knows  that  as  much  as  she  tries  not  to  catch  up  with  ghosts,  there  is  only  so  much  she  can  do  about  it  ).

she’s  lived  her  life  mostly  unencumbered  due  to  her  privileges  as  oberyn’s  daughter,  and  her  mother’s  worries  of  allowing  her  in  the  martell  schemes,  but  elia,  too,  was  granted  a  role,  only  recently.  for  years,  she  has  yearned  to  be  a  part  of  the  notorious  sand  snakes  —  the  sisters  she  has  admired  for  her  whole  life,  each  more  terrifying  and  magnificent  than  the  other  —  and  even  if  that  has  been  delayed  (  now  for  her  own  sake  ),  it  would  have  been  very  hard  for  her  elders  to  keep  her  out  of  it  when  an  actual  targaryen  comes  to  share  a  roof  with  you,  along  with  her  essosi  companions  and  whole  three  dragons.  

elia,  unlike  nymeria  or  tyene,  lack  the  finesse  for  politics,  and,  unlike  obara,  she  lacks  the  toughest  skin  of  a  true  warrior  and  yet  unlike  sarella,  she  has  often  skipped  all  of  boring  history  lessons  given  on  the  water  gardens,  but  elia,  too,  is  a  note  -  worthy  member  of  her  house,  and  she  can  be  of  help.  

less  infamous  than  her  sisters,  the  martell  hope  she  can  use  that  “anonymity”  in  their  favor,  learning  of  kings  landing  and  telling  both  about  it,  and  also  dorne,  to  a  queen  who  is  more  foreign  than  she  is  westerosi.  is  it  a  ploy  to  keep  her  obedient  and  feeling  as  if  she  belongs,  as  if  she  matters?  perhaps.  is  it  working?  well,  we’ll  see.  elia  definitely  is  trying,  and  is  excited  to  do  so  —  it’s  better  that  she’s  been  advised  to  act  as  if  nothing  out  of  normal  is  happening,  and  that’s  what  she  hopes  she  can  do,  even  in  such  an  unfamiliar  place  as  king’s  landing.

fondly  known  as  lady  lance  around  her  acquaintances  and  some  competitors,  elia  has  started  jousting  as  a  teenager,  inspired  by  their  father’s  own  remarkable  career  on  the  chivalrous  sport.  despite  some  prejudice  faced  by  her  insistence  on  playing  and  running  when  it  is  not  a  typically  feminine  sport  (  not  that  she  is  typically  feminine,  anyways  ),  elia  is  headstrong  and  continuously  pushes  to  make  themselves  known  and  a  viable  competitor  on  the  tiltyard,  something  that  they  intend  to  also  happen  in  king’s  landing  —  no  better  opportunity  than  on  a  wedding’s  celebrations,  after  all.  

#oath.intro #this will likely still be edited #but i wanted to get it out so i can properly start plotting for my bb

[punkscowardschampions]

Grace & Nancy & Teddy Pt.1

Grace: I know I promised [whatever Nancy’s coffee order is] from [this coffee place] but I can’t

Nancy: You CAN’T? Is your apple pay not working orrrrrrrr 

Grace: 😂😂 it’s not that but you won’t believe what it IS

Nancy: 🥁

Nancy: So spill, bitch

Grace: I totally will, but maybe don’t wait up for me to… ??!!

Nancy: OMG, what 😱😱😱

Grace: things are, like, HAPPENING here 😍💖🥰💖 RN

Nancy: You are NOT having a ❤️💂🦁🌹🤍☔️🤍🫖🎡💷💙 RN

Nancy: At least give me the TLDR of how this even happened! 

Grace: lowkey I think I am ??! I don’t trust it but 🤴🏼🤍☕️🤎

Grace: this boy looks like [this era’s Draco, idk but we know what I’m saying, probably a model or a singer we’re comparing him to or a hot tiktoker as it’s Grace lol] & I am NOT okay 💀💀💀

Nancy: 🥵😭🤯 You lucky cow, this is what I get for staying in bed and making you do the caffeine pickup 🤦‍♀️

Nancy: It could be, are you sure it isn’t???

Grace: there’s more! he wants to take me to [the boujee store Teddy said] to 💸💳💸 a new outfit & I think I’m being pranked!!? maybe??!😳😬 what do I DO??! HELP

Grace: … cos, like, he isn’t famous, but INfamous kind of, you know him 🤏🏽

Nancy: WHO IS IT

Grace: I’m literally scared to tell you

Nancy: Is it [her most recent ex lmao] ‘cos you will be 💀💀💀

Grace: OMG NO!! 

Grace: but you might still say you don’t want me to go & be out with him all night like he’s saying he wants 😭😭

Nancy: Now who the hell is this player 🙄🙄

Grace: 😶 DON’T EVEN

Grace: you can’t be mad at me, it’s not my fault EVERYONE is related to EVERYONE 🙄🙄

Nancy: I’m not mad at YOU but this sounds like a total move that’s been rehearsed 10x over

Nancy: so, put ‘em on, I wanna talk to them real quick 🤔🙃

Grace: NO PLEASE, you CAN’T, he’ll think I’m 12

Nancy: You think you’re all grown up now you’ve had your party, boo, please

Nancy: Who do I know that looks like [this comparison she made]... 

Grace: I just want to go, can I?

Nancy: Of course

Nancy: I’m just REALLY suspicious why you’re not telling me, we tell each other EVERYTHING

Grace: it’s

Grace: Ava knows him better than you & I know you hate talking about her & of ALL people idk why it had to be him who threw ☕️ everywhere at me 🥺 I’m sorry 😭🤯

Nancy: Oh.

Nancy: Now I know who it is

Grace: I won’t go, I’m so SO sorry

Nancy: He spilt coffee ALL over your [whatever she is wearing, as was planned because the level of control]

Nancy: You looked so good, that is entirely unacceptable, so you have to go 💸💳💸 rinse him as he deserves

Grace: it was an accident but yeah 

Nancy: It was a pick-up tactic, babe, he is so blatant, wow

Grace: idk I think he just slipped, it happened to me [on another occasion she was here because clumsy bitch] 😳🙄

Nancy: Hmm, and he had this date plan just ready to go? Sounds fake but okay

Grace: it’s an apology for the accident ?? isn’t it?

Nancy: An EXPENSIVE apology that’s going to take all day and all night, come on, Gracie

Nancy: you would NOT do that if you weren’t interested, like, HELLO

Grace: I caught the vibe it wasn’t expensive to him, you know, like when you gave me [something expensive] for [no real reason] 🤷🏽‍♀️💳💸🤷🏽‍♀️

Grace: an outfit to replace mine isn’t THAT wild & ☕️ too or 🥗 but that’s cos he’s a boy & food is nbd to them either, right?

Nancy: You should ask him, if you really want to know the answer

Nancy: I COULD be wrong, but I’m not 💁‍♀️

Grace: he couldn’t be interested in me

Grace: not like that

Nancy: Why not? 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ that negative self-talk RN

Grace: you said you know who it is, so duh, it’s obvious why not

Nancy: [full name Teddy because she did give enough clues that you could and would guess, even if this wasn’t all one evil scheme]

Nancy: He’s only James’ younger brother, not [namedrop another hot man of the era, idk, but someone entirely unattainable to us all]

Grace: BUT

Grace: he might as well be [this unattainable man] to me 🥵😭🤯 is still BEYOND real

Nancy: You’re adorable 😏😘

Nancy: I still think he’s gone about this a little shadily but you should go, if you’re this into him

Grace: 😍💖🥰💖 is too real somehow too

Nancy: You’d look hot together

Grace: I’ll mess it up before we can be seen anywhere together 😂

Nancy: No, he started it with the coffee, he owes you one fuck up

Grace: 👌🏽 but 1 gets us to [a street literally next to this coffee shop like I’ll fuck up immediately vibes] & then what?? 😂😂😂

Nancy: He’ll think you’re adorable too, obviously 😉

Grace: I’m freaking out

Nancy: Okay, breathe, girl

Grace: I can’t do this

Nancy: Yes you can, you’re SO much hotter than him, you just don’t realise it

Grace: 😭😭 everyone can already tell I’m SO far out of his league

Grace: there’s NO WAY I can go & eat in front of him, god

Nancy: They can’t because it’s not true

Nancy: Just order [something that makes you look skinty but isn’t a salad that will get in your teeth and make you look a fool, you’ve both ridden in this rodeo before] you know you’ll be safe

Grace: I wish you had come with, this wouldn’t be happening

Nancy: Okay, well, RUDE 😣

Nancy: only wanting me there so you don’t have to impress this boy

Grace: I’m never gonna be able to impress him

Grace: with what?? how? 🤡

Nancy: 😼😼😼😼😼

Grace: he can have anyone he wants

Nancy: Annnnnnnnnd

Nancy: who is he trying to take out right now?

Grace: you think he’s shady & up to something, you said so

Nancy: Up to trying to link with you, not mug you, girl

Grace: okay, okay, I’ll go… 🙈🙉🙊

Nancy: Don’t act like you don’t want to, hoe 🥴🥴😩

Grace: I’m 🙏🏽 harder than black nan has EVER insisted that’ll be me & the vibe by tonight tbh 🤤😵‍💫 you’re NOT wrong

Nancy: I SO need to get myself out of the flat… Now I have to scroll my contacts for a link 

Grace: what about [someone she wouldn’t be caught dead with for some reason, just to show how Grace doesn’t have a clue lol] ??

Nancy: UMM, I am not going to SACRIFICE myself for your 😸 sis

Nancy: I’d rather be mad 😂

Grace: UM drama, I thought you liked him

Grace: there was a serious 😻 vibe the last time I was here

Nancy: Not anymore, honey

Nancy: [some drama even if you’ve made it up, just like it’s a no from me sis] 😷😷😷

Grace: oh damn 👌🏽👌🏽

Nancy: Don’t worry, I won’t get in your way regardless 🤞

Grace: 🤞🏽🤍🙏🏽🤍

Grace: but don’t YOU worry, I’m 1000x more likely to get in my own way

Nancy: Please, the boy is PARCHED 🥵

Grace: me too 🥛🥴😩

Nancy: It has been a MINUTE for real… you remember how to do it all, yeah? 😜

Nancy: We don’t have time for me to show you

Grace: like riding a 🚲 yeah? 😣

Nancy: More like riding a 🐎 

Grace: he IS v tall so 👀🙏🏽🤍🤞🏽

Nancy: 😂😂 I could ask around if you don’t wanna waste your time…

Grace: 😂😂

Nancy: don’t worry I won’t ask him when I call him to talk about you 🤫 

Grace: if he was older you’d straight up be calling him & I’d need to hear it from you

Nancy: Bitch, he’s in Uni unlike you still a schoolgirl 🎀🍭🍼👶

Grace: yeah his 1st year of, he literally started this month 

Nancy: Yeah, I know, Ava and him used to hang out

Grace: I know that’s why I’m 😱😱😱

Grace: do you think they…??? HUNG OUT hung out or just

Nancy: 🤔🧐💭

Nancy: she doesn’t tell me anything, never has, you know that

Grace: I know I can’t compete with ANY of the girls he’s used to hanging out with, even if they didn’t like that

Nancy: He don’t seem to think so 

Grace: we don’t know what he’s 🤔💭 though

Nancy: He’s trying to take you out, we know that 💸💳💰🥂🍴🍽️🍾👗👠💃

Grace: it feels fake 💸💳💰🥂🍴🍽️🍾👗👠💃 if something seems too good to be true then… 

Nancy: What's the worst that can happen though? Don’t let him take any photos, keep it clean, he clearly wants THAT much

Grace: idk humiliation?! 😭💔 but you’re right ❌📸🥂🚫🍾⛔️ & it’ll be fine, I’LL be in control

Nancy: You don’t know anyone he knows, not really

Nancy: Even if he was to tell everyone, he wouldn’t because I would hear it too

Grace: I’m gonna chill I s2g 

Grace: your damage control would make the 😭💔 basically non-existent like always, I’m overreacting also like always 🙄😂

Nancy: EVERYONE knows I would end them if they said anything about you, him included, it’s not happening 😤🙅‍♀️

Grace: 🤍🤍🤍 EVERYONE knows ilysm 🤍🤍🤍

Nancy: The most, even when you end up dating Teddy

Nancy: You have to swear right now

Grace: ofc the MOST, boys come & go esp the 🥵😭🤯 ones, you’re forever 

Nancy: No one is ever going to have your back like me, that’s on blood 💞🩸💕

Grace: it’s on god too, doing me literally this ONE favour in life so far 🙏🏽🤍🙏🏽

Nancy: Serious, I be constantly counting my blessing for him giving me you

Nancy: How else would I survive this family? 💀💀

Grace: too real

Grace: I definitely wouldn’t have survived it

Nancy: You were SUCH a mess 🥺😭

Grace: & a 🎀🍭🍼👶🏽

Nancy: My baby, truly

Grace: Who ELSE has raised me?? 💞🩸💕 I owe it ALL to you 🥺😭

Nancy: I mean… 😶

Nancy: I wouldn’t be without you, I can’t wait for you to finally move here permanently

Grace: SO soon 🙌🏽🍾

Nancy: I’ve missed you SOOOOO much [in the short time you’ve been away, no doubt]

Nancy: Promise we can [something y’all would like to do] tomorrow after your date?

Grace: OMG me too!! we have to, this boy can’t be allowed to cut hardcore into OUR time, I’d die 🥺🥺

Nancy: You better let him know 📢

Grace: [sending her dressing room style pics of all the outfits Teddy is clearly making her try on atm like I’m a bit busy rn soz lol]

Nancy: I LOVE the [whatever we actually think is the least flattering on her] SO major 😽

Grace: he says it’s his fave too, it must be the one 💸💳💸 

Nancy: 💯

Nancy: You can’t doubt he has taste now

Grace: 😳😳

Grace: as long as I can wear it to [the restaurant he said he was going to take her to]... I can, right??

Nancy: You totally could…

Nancy: I take it you aren’t coming back to get changed or anything?

Grace: do you think I should fr??

Grace: like, maybe, that’s a good idea to keep him waiting for a sec 💡👏🏽

Grace: if you PROMISE not to be in his grill giving him the 3rd the ENTIRE time 

Nancy: It’s just so like a man to not consider you might want to freshen up before going out out

Nancy: It isn’t like you beat your face for [the restaurant] when you left for coffee, was all I was thinking

Nancy: And who do you think I am? 

Grace: oh no!! oh GOD!! do I look THAT bad?? 💀💀

Grace: I’ve gotta check those pics I sent again 😷😷😷 HOLD ON…

Nancy: No, of course you don’t

Nancy: I just know I wouldn’t want to go out feeling less than totally smoking, that’s all

Grace: change of plan, I’m coming back ASAP

Nancy: Okay, chill out, let the boy pay first at least

Nancy: don’t wanna look like you’re running away with the ‘fit

Grace: I said ASAP, babes, not RN 

Nancy: Good, it isn’t a complete emergency 😌

Grace: it’ll be calm, yeah? he can, like, play with your new dog or something while I rescue this 🚑🚨

Nancy: ?? 

Nancy: Are you accusing ME or HIM of being a social idiot? DUH, it’ll be totally chill, girl

Grace: no, I just feel bad making you entertain the boy for HOWEVER long, that’s all

Nancy: Hun, I entertain all the time, it is not hard

Nancy: He can help himself to a drink and I’ll stay out of his way, if you don’t trust me…

Grace: OMG no, of course I do! with my life

Grace: I’m sorry, forget I even said all that idk what I was 💭 or trying to 💬

Nancy: Just let me know when you guys are on your way back, I’ll be busy

Grace: please don’t be busy! I NEED your help

Nancy: 💭

Grace: I’m so SO sorry, please PLEASE help me 

Nancy: Okay but you do already owe me a [her coffee order] so don’t think the list isn’t growing by the second

Grace: they have [something designer and boujee Nancy wants that has just come out or whatever] here, I could bring it with too when I come back… ?? 🎁💌

Nancy: 🙌👏 That is what I’m talking about

Grace: & your ☕️ but that’s obvs less exciting

Nancy: Meh, I am EXHAUSTED 😅

Grace: 👌🏽👌🏽 I hear you [things she is adding to this coffee order to make it like crack, extra shots and stuff idk but you know what I mean] coming up, hun 🙌🏽

Nancy: I’ll be cleaning up the bottles from last night so he doesn’t think you’re a hot mess 🤪

Grace: 🙏🏽🤍🙏🏽 thank you!! I feel like one, trust & that would be the day I run into someone so  

Nancy: Don’t even, I’ve seen him ON IT, he can’t say shit 😏

Grace: 😈 or 😇 behaviour, I KNOW what he’s LOOKING like still

Nancy: 🥛

Grace: 😋

Nancy: 😂 You are such a slut

Grace: for him, guilty 👩‍⚖️

Nancy: Mhmm 

Grace: the things he’s saying, it’d be illegal NOT to, like a crime against 😍💖🥰💖

Nancy: Y’all are cute

Grace: he is, I can’t deal

Nancy: You’d think you were a virgin, omg, you haven’t been like this since [whoever she was last with]

Grace: shhh, thank god I’m actually not

Grace: BUT I didn’t think I could be this interested, you know, like I was before they told me I had the M, back when I was a real hoe 

Nancy: 🥺 that’s really quite sweet

Grace: idk I don’t wanna jinx myself or anything, I just feel like if I did sleep with him, MAYBE it might be good ??! & I’ll like it instead of having to be super fake about it

Nancy: There are ways about that if you weren’t so shy

Grace: yeah?

Nancy: Of course, you’re like ENTIRELY too focused on the boy having a good time, I’ve always said that

Grace: cos I want him to

Nancy: Boys aren’t that dumb

Nancy: and only the rapey ones don’t care when it’s super obvious how hard you’re faking enjoying being there

Grace: but it’s not SUPER obvious, is it? it can’t be

Nancy: 🤷‍♀️

Nancy: If some guy started fake moaning in your ear and then fake shot a load on your back, how would you feel?

Grace: bad

Grace: but I can’t get into why I’m not feeling it with every guy, esp when they take it like a challenge instead of like a fact that my sex drive is just 💀👻

Nancy: You must be kinda into it though or like… why makeout with them or whatever? You know what I mean?

Grace: I don’t wanna die alone, or be the weird one at the party

Nancy: You aren’t going to die alone, not EVERY guy is sex-mad either, maybe Teddy isn’t

Nancy: or you’ll find a guy who isn’t 

Grace: I wanna be normal & date normal guys 

Nancy: You wouldn’t want someone to call you not normal for it… there’s loads of reasons people aren’t always thinking about or wanting it

Grace: ugh, okay, I know… I just mean, if he wants to, I hope I can & this feeling I have rn stays

Nancy: Work out what your body can do… make adjustments where it fails, there’s so much out there to help these days

Grace: talking about it makes me feel like I need to start a support group with Billie or something, I hate it 😭💔 

Grace: I wanna be enough

Nancy: Hello, she should be your inspo, look at the men she still attracts 

Nancy: Do you masturbate often?

Grace: no offence to her, she isn’t, it’s all too tragic

Grace: please, I wasn’t doing that before, why would I start now?

Nancy: Oh, LORD 🤦‍♀️

Nancy: You have so much to learn

Grace: don’t come for my life rn, I’m already nervous 

Nancy: What are you gonna do though, when he asks you to send him videos of you touching yourself?

Grace: maybe he won’t ask me

Nancy: maybe

Grace: but if he does, I’ll distract him, like I have other boys, it’s not that hard

Nancy: Don’t you want him to stick around unlike other boys though?

Grace: OUCH, but okay, yeah

Nancy: No, no, not like THAT

Nancy: I can just tell you like him, I’m trying to stop you self-sabotaging, I swear

Grace: I do like him, I want him to like me

Nancy: He will, we can scheme it

Grace: what if we don’t have time? what if tonight he wants to do everything?!

Nancy: He lives with his parents and [the restaurant] is too fancy to shag in the bathroom, the attendant would have something to say

Nancy: He can’t stay over my house unless I say so

Grace: I’ll owe you more than [whatever boujee thing she has got for her and has taken a pic of as proof she’s bringing it back]

Grace: you’ll be saving my life AGAIN 

Nancy: Nah, I only want what’s best for you, ALWAYS 😘😘

Grace: I just have to get through [whatever time of day meal this is/will be by the time you’ve got yourself ready now gal]

Grace: easy

Nancy: You’ve got this 🤝

Grace: thanks to you 😘😘

Nancy: We’re an us, a team, forever

Grace: I couldn’t do this without you, or lowkey anything

Nancy: Hush, baby, that’s not true

Grace: it feels true

Grace: I don’t wanna still be a mess when I move here, like I was when 🎀🍭🍼👶🏽 & you had to look after me ALL the time

Nancy: Well I’m never leaving you so you don’t have to find out if it is or isn’t 😅

Nancy: A lot has happened since then… A whole five years have passed now

Grace: [have a lil reminisce sesh in this car on the way back to her gaff like remember when this, this and this etc which I obvs won’t commit us to because we haven’t done any of it yet but breaks my heart for Grace actually nevertheless, soz not soz Teddy that she’s constantly on her phone but you’re gonna have to get used to that sir]

Nancy: [me like not so smug now are you, boy, no amount of lovebombing is going to make her trust you like this, oh Nancy, why do your own issues have to make you evil lmao]

Grace: [it’s all fun and games and I’m having a lovely evil time until I take a sec to think about this from Grace’s POV]

Nancy: [Mhmm, it’s fun to do but not to think about lol]

Grace: [me just here like, imagine, the only time she vaguely enjoys a hookup both pre and post this menopause diagnosis is if she’s drunk af because relaxed enough but then you run the risk of crying or saying messy things or being so messy peeps don’t want you and that’s so sad in itself, without even getting into all the Nancy betrayal stuff]

Nancy: [poor cow, I also think we should probably just let this play out but I did have an idea of what Nancy MIGHT try to do when this all outs and obviously Grace doesn’t want to talk to her ever again, it was like basically blaming it all on Teddy and saying she was a victim too but she couldn’t leave him ‘cos he’s that cray and she was trapped in it]

Grace: [that tracks and is such a legit and good idea, I’m glad we have it in writing here to refer back to because it might take us ages to get there unless we’re doing massive skips]

Nancy: [it made sense to me because she is 100% not letting go of what has taken her this long to master that easily, and is very a have my cake and eat it too bitch so if she could stay with Teddy and still be like omg please don’t tell anyone, I can handle this… like inevitably Grace should still free herself from you in the end hen but after her fake wedding fiasco she’s literally most vulnerable to all this again]

Grace: [mhmm, it makes sense, this all started because of how vulnerable she was, ofc Nancy isn’t gonna just pass up the opportunity to keep it going for the same reason and it’s too easy to act like Teddy is being that bitch after what he did, we should definitely do that, freeing herself could and realistically would take a long time because this has been happening for a long time]

Nancy: [yup… like Nancy never frees herself from her bullshit so you aren’t snapping out of it instantly when she dragged you into it at 13, we’re being nice and saying you do because we put you through all this shit so you deserve it unlike this gal lol]

Grace: [and because selfishly we do need you to work with Janis during the JC era and everything, plus be around her children because of Shay Mitchell having your hair gal so you can’t be a hot mess forever soz]

Nancy: [I think your beauty course will take you 2 years, you’re doing your last year now at 18, so by 20/21 you’d be done with schooling like that so even if we do it in that timeframe, you’ve still got time to come back to Ireland if you do go somewhere else/London/who can say whilst doing your course]

Grace: [yeah it’ll work out well timing wise, meanwhile in the here and now, do we wanna say y’all were just reminiscing and she was somewhat interacting with Teddy during this car ride until y’all bowl up or shall we do some more convo first before getting into all that?]

Nancy: [Hmm, I think you could show, we’ve got across the vibe of how the date is going/what Grace is like well, I thinks anyway, catch this girl so casually flipping through a magazine on the sofa like she hasn’t orchestrated all of this]

Grace: [catch this dog SO happy to see Teddy because it’s HIS dog but Grace just thinks it’s a standard excitable puppy BYE, and besides, she’s too busy giving Nancy her coffee and her gifts like she works for her Devil Wears Prada style, how that gal was with her phone is how Grace is with hers when talking to Nancy, and Teddy is just making himself comfortable af on a different sofa LOVING all this]

Nancy: [I die, oh Rex, caught in the middle much, babe, so glad this gal loves to hire staff so you aren’t being neglected at least; here like ‘Oh, hello, Teddy’ not even looking up from our magazine  but rolling our eyes like we’re SO unimpressed to see him but are holding back, for Grace’s sake, of course]

Grace: [Teddy like ‘it’s lovely to see you again, darling, it’s been much too long’ as if that’s casual af and speaking it in a tone you do when you hate someone lowkey and don’t actually wanna see them ever again, but every word is so deliberately chosen because he means them with feeling, Grace flapping because she’s gotta go get ready and it will take AGES because she’s her and she feels awkward about just leaving this boy here for a million reasons, to the point said boy literally waves her away like UGH GO, as if it’s playful but we know]

Nancy: [Using your coffee to gesture towards your bar moment before taking a sip before you speak ‘Do help yourself’ like you aren’t even going to dignify any of that with a response but we can meet your eye momentarily, which just looks like we’re actually acknowledging your existence and not what you just said and what it actually means, likewise waving Grace away like, girl, go, shouting after her to borrow and use xyz, whatever she would want to, you know the vibe, flashing her the ‘it’s fine’ smile about it all]

Grace: [imma switch to him fully because Grace is gone and she’s gonna be a thousand years probably despite trying to hurry up, hold on]

Teddy: [this boy playing the not at all dangerous game of HOLDING her gaze the entire time Grace is walking away and as he pours whatever drink he is and downs it because the nightmare of a day he’s had so far having to be with Grace being the vibe, never once breaking eye contact nbd]

Nancy: [screaming at your screen to turn around bitch but of course you’re running to this spare room/the en-suite because you’re in an absolute panic, raising a brow so pointedly when she shuts the door behind her like WELL ‘Good day?’ half accusatory like she’s sussing him and his intentions out on Grace’s behalf and the other conversationally as if this is casual and you don’t have the play by play from Grace and their plan from beforehand]

Teddy: [putting down and leaving his empty glass on whatever this bar situation is, walking over to the sofa she’s sat on and sitting down next to her ‘Oh, you know’ like peeps say that casually in a convo with a shrug when they’re slightly embarrassed or don’t know what to say etc but really because he knows damn well she has the full tea]

Nancy: [the ‘hm’ again sounding partially accusatory but also amused because yes we DO know, in any version of events, we know honey, looking at the space between y’all on this sofa like you’re like why the hell have you sat this close to me but really you’re just thinking about being closer, then looking at your wrist, the watch on it ‘what time do you plan to have her back by?’]

Teddy: [picking up her hand like he’s gonna hold it because his fave thing but dropping it into said space instead like a reminder of the car moment when she GRIPPED that seat between them, doing his own ‘hm’ kinda sound, as if he’s mocking hers, but really he’s just making a sound again to be like remember all the !! ones I can and could, touching her wrist when she looks at it, but again only momentarily ‘midnight?’ obvs for the cinderella vibes, allowing your tone to be more mocking than you could get away with in front of Grace cos she’s probably got water running and shit anyway]

Nancy: [when your sofa is probably also leather like the car seat because flex despite the fact it isn’t as comfortable, it’s expensive, so you are happily reenacting that seat grab here now because of course you know what he’s referring to, it was his favourite thing; shrugging even though you do allow yourself to smirk because yeah, she isn’t about to burst back in half made up, we all know that ‘as long as you can still get yourself home fine after’ ‘cos not staying here, honey]

Teddy: [watching her do the 2nd seat grab as intently as he did the 1st, duh, doing a sigh that could very much be I sure do wish Grace would hurry the hell up but we know isn’t and is purely in response and instead of any kind of noise because too much of a pro to slip up that easily or that soon, his eyes lighting up a lil at her smirk cos love to see it and he knows how much fun she’s already having cos hard same ‘of course, I’ll be tucked up in bed, alone, by [whatever time is feasible for travelling back to his]’ the alone being so pointedly in ref to their previous convo when he said he was all alone and what they ended up doing cos not above suggesting that happens again, despite it seeming like he’s suggesting he’s gonna be the perfect gent to Grace]

Nancy: [do your own louder sigh, as if you’re mocking him how he mocked you, like leave the gal alone, this takes time but again, of course it is to remind you right back ‘good’ and the way we sound SO happy about it is purely because you understand are being the gentleman we know Grace wants you to be, obviously, the way we’re grinning isn’t just because we’re loving this]

Teddy: [‘happy?’ said like she’s being Grace’s overprotective and impossible to please big sister like ugh are you happy now but he’s purely just acknowledging how much she’s loving this, doing his own grin to match hers]

Nancy: [‘She will be’ saying this in a hushed tone despite the fact you are almost certain Grace can’t hear anything beyond the sound of y’all having a very short and sweet convo in here, ‘cos got to get across who actually wants you to go home, cuffing his shoulder like there, there, only squeezing it for the briefest of secs]

Teddy: [looking at her nails as she does that, a very lingering LOOK about it because what’s been said about them, no notes]

Nancy: [biting the corner of your mouth a little, clearly thinking about something now he’s brought your attention to your nails, suddenly and without hesitation grabbing his hand and laying it back down in your lap so you can DIG your nails into the palm of his hand, because if it marks, he could have done that himself, it’s not down the back suspicious, not that Grace plans on seeing that tonight, thanking you]

Teddy: [letting his hand REALLY move in her lap for that second while she does this because simply MUST, likewise biting his own lip because necessary for all the reasons and she said about using her teeth too so THINKING about it]

Nancy: [glad you would’ve also thought to put music on before they got here, appearing like you’re not trying to have any awkward silences, but it just helps cover when you’re blatantly not talking and if you were to talk about anything that would be a little bit off, once again having to SQUEEZE your legs tightly together once his hand isn’t in the way to crush because the mood ‘you like her?’ like you’re just getting down to the business of gauging his intentions but really, you blatantly want him to think of a way to doublespeak right now]

Teddy: [having to grab and SQUEEZE her leg on her thigh hard enough to leave his own marks because Grace will frankly be too distracted to care and if she wasn’t it’s easily hideable in october so ‘we’ve been having a lot of fun today’ because true, could mean Grace and him, could mean Nancy and him, both are real af, obvious af emphasis on a LOT as he does this SQUEEZE just because]

Nancy: [Grace knows that Nancy is usually a hoe in comparison anyway, I’m sure she isn’t jumping to that conclusion, just thinking you had your own hookup today whilst she was gallivanting with this boy, hence there is not a suggestion of stopping you rn, only doing a sharp intake of breath in response before you reply, having breathed back out so it’s steady ‘that’s what she deserves’ we all know what’s being said there]

Teddy: [‘yes, she’s very deserving of all of it’ we know what’s being said there about Grace and the suggestion of Nancy being the she in question and what she deserves too lol because he’s shifting his body slightly closer in this seat to make it even more blatant]

Nancy: [nodding purely as a way to move your head closer to his whilst the pretense of not intending to do so stands, like you aren’t shamelessly staring at his crotch again ‘you better treat her right then’]

Teddy: [‘I promise I will’ as shamelessly because DUH, moving in a way that’s less about getting closer to her like a sec ago and more like a reenactment of the car again]

Nancy: [a noise that is ‘good’ without saying the word again, to also be able to make a noise which is far easier and what we actually wanna do right now ‘she’ll be ages’ said in an affectionate but like btw manner, because she will but the DARING him to do something is all in the eye contact as we say it]

Teddy: [doing another sigh as if this one is affectionate too like oh you @ Grace but he really just needs to likewise make a sound/do a dramatic breath about this, STARING back at her, letting the moment drag so she’s thinking about all the things he might do and letting the anticipation really heighten how !! they are]

Nancy: [leaning back against your end of the sofa, like you’re just getting comfortable and not also recreating the vibe in the car, putting your feet up in the gap that is between y’all]

Teddy: [leaning forwards and fully over her to recreate the vibe of when she was lying on her bed and he kissed her goodbye, as if he’s kissing her hello now cos this feels like the first moment they are alone and being themselves]

Nancy: [has no qualms fully kissing you right now because how confident we are that we know Grace, aka that she would never come out before she was fully made up in front of this boy and that she is nowhere near to that goal]

Teddy: [he’ll be here DYING about it for that first split second because didn’t expect her to despite also knowing Grace isn’t likely to appear yet clearly, but then kissing her back with all the !! he has]

Nancy: [finally giving this boy something with how ferociously you are making out with him, partly because you just HAVE to but also because you can’t linger so hard and fast is the vibe here, as is the way we’re not at all subtly feeling all over him where we wanna]

Teddy: [what a MOOD, when she inevitably breaks this kiss sooner than his liking because that’s the vibe always, with the same suddenness and lack of hesitation as she used when she dug her nails into his palm, going back in to bite her lip really hard because something she could have done herself/could have happened during the fictional hookup she’s having while the notp are busy]

Nancy: [touching your lip as if you’re fully in shock and you’re checking it’s bleeding, because it will be, but you only want to get this blood onto your fingers so you can smear it over his bottom lip for him to lick off, so !! in everything we’re doing, obviously]

Teddy: [touching his lip first so it gets on his fingers too, so he can not only lick his lips but them too and do the absolute most about it for her for all those reminders]

Nancy: [the ‘fuck’ more or less just being mouthed but the sound that does actually escape is so highkey because couldn’t be more about this]

Teddy: [doing the thing where you could just be wiping your hand on the sofa cushion but you’re again doing the absolute most while you’re there and reaching her hers as well as grabbing said cushion]

Nancy: [holding his hand, as quickly and without warning as you started kissing him, squeezing it again as if you haven’t got time to be even a little gentle about any of this]

Teddy: [holding her hand as dramatically because so with her on it all, before he, with the same without warning energy, puts her wedding ring finger in his mouth and starts really going to town on it, not at all casually]

Nancy: [having to press your mouth hard against the crook of your elbow and look away from his antics like if you didn’t, you would truly say something that even Grace could hear, once you’ve regained enough composure that you don’t blurt anything out but your breathing is still shallow af, look and I mean LOOK back at him, copy what he’s doing to you on him, however more compromising a position that puts you in, as is the point]

Teddy: [STARING at the blood that’s bound to be in the crook of her elbow from her lip until she’s LOOKING at him and he has to LOOK back, however much these antics are making him die and he’s pushing his crotch into her]

Nancy: [PRESSING your lips against the palm of his hand that is covered in your nail indentations, letting him feel how you are breathing, whilst also pulling his body closer into yours like yeah, do it, do what, I ask you, who can say]

Teddy: [having to use the palm of his other hand, shamelessly, to muffle a noise that he can’t help but make about all this, which is dangerously close to sounding like her name because they love to be blatant and live that on the edge so he’s gotta]

Nancy: [using the weight of your body to flip who’s pushing their body at who and pinning him on this sofa like SHUT UP, letting him up before you remotely want to but you straddling him even in a fight vibe is not one you can explain away, the way you’re then acting like you didn’t just do that and going to your bar to get a drink because you did and drinking is what must be done about how intense this is]

Teddy: [doing the hottest of hot lols when she gets up and acts like that didn’t happen again because love this gal for that and as far as Grace is concerned, she can just hear you loling which is a good thing, the pair of you getting along]

Nancy: [smirking at him again from the bar and over your drink, shaking your head like he did it and you can’t believe it, or that laugh was somehow more egregious ‘Don’t you want another?’ indicating whatever you’re having and then his empty glass]

Teddy: [‘that would be nice’ coming over to this bar to make it so he can be so in her grill, obviously, it’s a cliche for a reason and ruster lowkey invented it so I have to]

Nancy: [WATCHING him like you aren’t inches away from him and you are fascinated ‘I wish you could stay’ whispered in his ear because just true but he can’t and that ain’t even on you this time]

Teddy: [‘so do I’ into her neck before he kisses it, in contrast really softly so there’s no chance of any marks being left and barely any sound being made]

Nancy: [the softness startling you more than any dramatic sudden roughness would ever ‘she said you were saying nice things’ like he’s lovebombing you now to show how he does it]

Teddy: [doing a lil mhmm kind of noise into her neck for how that would feel, playing with her hair a lil bit, to make it fall over there and hide him as if he could then get away with absolutely anything and that’s why he has to]

Nancy: [‘she told me everything’ emphasising the EVERYTHING so you don’t have to address how only now are you slightly blushing]

Teddy: [‘I can’t wait to tell you’ because lord, his side of the story compared to hers, sis, they aren’t ready for the fun they are gonna have, lowkey licking her neck about this, dangerously close to licking her face in the manner the dog has, for that reminder too]

Nancy: [‘midnight’ like it’s a date you’re setting for y’all right here and now, pushing your booty back into his crotch shamelessly because feeling a type of way ‘I’ll be waiting up’]

Teddy: [repeating it back like he’s purely doing it to agree/confirm but we all know it’s for how indecently it sounds cos of how he’s feeling and that move ‘I’ll keep you up’ the all night being unspoken but heavily implied by the way he’s pushing his crotch into her]

Nancy: [reaching back to find his hand, guiding in to your own crotch, on top of your clothes at first which I imagine is only some loungewear type shorts, further directing his fingers to the edge of said shorts like you want him to go underneath ‘same’ said with your own hot lol]

Teddy: [do go for it and go underneath what few clothes she’s bothered to put on because why wouldn’t you, you’ve gotten away with this much and you know you have time]

Nancy: [the way you are beyond soaked is not going to be lost on him, or how long you’ve been like this, clearly being all day, tightening the grip your hand has on his]

Teddy: [barely finishing the word ‘fuck’ about this before he’s doing the absolutely most touching her and going SO hard immediately because that about it]

Nancy: [‘for you’ like you’re handing him another drink and not yourself, fully dropping all your weight into what he’s doing with his hands, thus making it deeper and harder because you have to ‘Teddy’ really pausing between syllables so even though it’s a whisper it is hitting so !!]

Teddy: [doing the most moving like he’s likewise giving her himself on hearing her say that for you, with no pause in his other antics, really doing as much as we can, only adding to it with the lovebite he’s giving too when she says his name like that, somewhere whatever top she is wearing rn covers so Grace won’t see it immediately upon coming out of the bathroom/spare room, but he simply HAS TO, pull those clothes aside with his face and do that rn because !!!]

Nancy: [when you instinctively go to pull your clothes off to the point you have fully flashed before you remember you have to keep them on and pull that top back down grumpily, ‘give it to me’ in the same cross manner like he can, like you have time, really pushing against his crotch in the most blatant dryhump ever ‘now’]

Teddy: [dragging her head and face to him roughly in a hot move because he’s grumpy her clothes have to stay on too, then using that hand he dragged her face to him with to grope her boob as dramatically for the same reason like he’s so mad they’re not out, still kissing her, while the other one is doing the most inside of her until he pauses momentarily to pull her shorts down more than they are ‘take it’ like they can hook up rn because lbr you almost are]

Nancy: [at least your gasp is into his mouth by this point because it would be loud and blatant, to go with how dangerous everything y’all are now doing is, bending over at the waist to make the most of how basically off your shorts are now, the dare of it all as you repeat yourself essentially ‘take me’]

Teddy: [idk what trousers you showed up for this coffee date in sir but regardless, undoing them, because we see your dare and we raise you gal, love that you’re doing this one handed so that the other one is digging into the lovebite he did, and he hasn’t stopped kissing her either, the skill, I could never ‘now’ as she said it, but also not at all, cos a !! demand actually]

Nancy: [sorry to interrupt but Grace is going to in some form, either shouting or blowing up this gals phone with her dramatic SOS’s, either way, we would be shooketh to our core and the leap away from you is as dramatic, rearranging our clothes and our thoughts before going to see what this gal needs]

Teddy: [y’all deserve her cockblock of whatever crisis she’s having so I don’t feel sorry for you, the way he’s gonna be sat so casually, flicking through the same magazine she was when he and Grace came in, composed and as if none of that happened is actually insane, regardless of whether Grace is there or it’s just Nancy coming back]

Nancy: [it is what you deserve, both of y’all, ignoring the fact this will do nothing to deter you obvs and you’ll just be getting a thrill off of how close that was, now talking to her like nothing happened etc etc, ugh, at least we stopped y’all though because necessary; I imagine that both bedrooms doors come off this living space, so when we exit the spare room, we’re hopping into ours like we might fully ignore you but we’re leaving the door open pointedly]

Teddy: [I’m genuinely determined to see how long we can cockblock y’all because it’s fun and more believable in this scenario than most, honestly, this boy so amused by her antics and the fact Grace is still not ready and appearing despite the help]

Nancy: [not ignoring you but are going to lay on our bed and try to deal with how overwhelmed our entire being is real quick]

Nancy: just don’t ever let her check your phone to prove what a trustworthy guy you are 👌 

Teddy: Who do you think I am?

Nancy: Who does she think you are, more the question

Teddy: 💝🧸💐 as promised

Nancy: how like her to get it so wrong…

Teddy: How like me to be so convincing 

Nancy: 🙄 You didn’t do terribly 

Teddy: But that’s terrible praise, you can do much better

Nancy: I’m not praising you yet, you’ve barely done anything 

Teddy: You’re lying in bed because of what I’ve barely done

Nancy: That’s to me, that’s a different type of barely

Teddy: Precisely, what I’m doing to her is different

Nancy: Is it?

Teddy: Night & day

Nancy: very literally for the time being

Teddy: You should be praising me for barely doing anything, it’s the point

Nancy: Did I say you were doing a bad job?

Teddy: You’re doing your absolute best to avoid telling me I’m doing a good one

Nancy: Why do you want me to?

Teddy: Because you don’t want to

Nancy: Idiot 

Teddy: [not him standing in her doorway again like he did the last time he was here, giving identical vibes because I’m sure he’s loving this dog again, like say it to my face if you wanna say it gal lol lol, doing a ahem kind of noise to get her attention like a diva]

Nancy: [the ‘can I help you?’ Like you’re trying to chill and he’s being an annoying guest that needs to know where something is not at all matching the smile you give him as he’s stood there loving upon this dog]

Teddy: [throwing a ball or something for this dog at the bed so he jumps on her because this boy cannot but very much wishes he could, nothing to see here Grace, just playing with a puppy nbd, we’re just giving this dog the types of praise she could be giving us like we’re helping her to come up with what she could say, you know the vibes]

Nancy: [being like OI at this pup in the faux mad way like watch it you, very purposefully only giving this dog physical affection and keeping our mouth closed for now though, shaking our head like oh you, obviously at Teddy and not Rex]

Teddy: [throw this ball or toy back towards the living room so you can go sit back down because you’re thinking Grace might actually be done soon, though knowing her I doubt it sir but you don’t very well, purposely giving her such a SMILE as he leaves, all smug and buzzing]

Nancy: [when you know damn well she won’t be so you can smile as smugly/sweetly back like oh honey, good luck, start getting ready yourself but we’re obviously not shutting the door because we’re not Grace and we don’t care if you see, as it is kinda the point]

Teddy: [go back and annoy this dog for literally no more than a few minutes before you’re bored af because the sort of boy you clearly are, come back and throw yourself down on the bed she is now out of, could be casual houseguest/sort of friends behaviour but it’s y’all so it isn’t, neither is his ‘entertain me’ though if Grace heard it, it would seem so]

Nancy: [not looking back but stopping whatever you’re doing when he so unceremoniously throws himself down and demands attention ‘It isn’t you I’m concerned with entertaining’ as you start to brush your hair again/whatever you were in the middle of, but obviously you’re using this as an excuse to make a show of it all, taking off whatever top you have on so you’re just in your bra like you don’t wanna ruin your hair or get makeup on your outfit ‘why don’t you find something to watch?’]

Teddy: [just shamelessly watching her do this ofc, like that’s the thing he’s found to watch and all he needs to keep him entertained, no notes, nevertheless more background noise is always welcome when y’all so put something on whether that’s a TV in here or his phone blaring, it doesn’t matter because he truly does not care]

Nancy: [enjoying the feeling of him watching you too much, obviously the vibe is that you’re having someone over so you're not getting ready to go out hence you can take FOREVER picking out lingerie to put on, throwing a couple options at him on the bed ‘what do you think?’ as you’re sitting down at your vanity moment to put on that makeup specifically to be ruined energy]

Teddy: [he’ll also be taking FOREVER scrutinising the options she threw at him, making noises like he’s thinking and a purposely very focused attention face so she knows he is and he still has his priorities right as he holds them up, makes a big show of touching them etc and generally doing the most with what he’s been given ‘try this one’ like it’s casual and a friendly suggestion and you’re not just straight up telling her to model this for you rn]

Nancy: [is now just STARING at you staring at this underwear like it is the most important question of all time, holding either side of the stool we’re sat on as if it’s the only thing keeping us here on it, especially with how we’re leaning forward again; eventually putting your hand out like okay, give it back, heading to your en-suite moment like you’re going to get changed in there but instead leaving the door open a crack so he can still see but it’s like you made some effort to get changed in privacy and you just didn’t realise he could still see you doing it]

Teddy: [it’s the LINGERING hand touch that’s a hand hold as he gives whatever lingerie he has chosen back to her, very much the energy of he’s this close to pulling her towards him and onto this bed too but resisting because of how much fun it is to then spy on her getting changed like this, eventually doing a loud ‘well?’ how peeps do when the door is shut and can’t see but wanna know how you’re doing in there and how you look]

Nancy: [lingering is the word, likewise it would be very easy to pull you into this bathroom and just go for it but we cannot when there are games to be played, so we’re turning, like we’re looking at ourself from all angles, as well as letting him do the same obviously, making a hmm kind of noise like you’re not sure, leaning on this door frame to LOOK at him ‘show me what you like about it’ emphasis on the YOU like we aren’t seeing it but we wanna be convinced]

Teddy: [this boy shamelessly reaching through the gap in this door to touch her and this lingerie the way he did when he was holding it up before like he’s just wordlessly commenting on how the colour or cut of it or both compliments her skin tone and her body, all nbd]

Nancy: [the intake of breath is luckily only loud enough for him to hear, and he’ll be able to feel it with how he’s now holding you in this lingerie moment anyway, tilting your head up to look him in the eye because fully !! ‘will my date like it?’ basically mouthed but you’re close enough that you can hear those sounds, what we sound like, even at that volume]

Teddy: [‘he’ll love it’ emphasis on love, like correction, but we all know he’s just gotta, the same way he’s gotta touch the lovebite he gave her earlier which was covered but is now exposed and looking !! I’m sure, but touching it softly and barely to match the vibe of how they’re speaking]

Nancy: [shifting to stand on your tiptoes, reaching up to kiss his cheek like you’re just saying thanks and not ILY, taking one of his hands from wherever it is roaming and holding it in yours, linking the fingers ‘maybe you’re celibate’ as a proper whisper ‘waiting for marriage’ with a tiny snort but just basically like I don’t even want you to bang her rn]

Teddy: [‘you need a pair of heels’ when she’s on her tiptoes as if it’s just a friendly hold on this will complete the lewk, but we all know he just wants to pick a pair out for her and make her wear them when he can bear to tear himself away, going to do that, but not before he whispers back ‘I could’ve found god, she’d like that’ because Grace is a believer even if she’s not going as hard as shit nan about it, all that forced church time has had an effect and Samantha has a cross tat that he would have seen so]

Nancy: [nod almost like you’re tearing yourself out of some sort of daydream here, like yes, you’re right, I ABSOLUTELY do, because our mind has gone there as well and we’re as into it, sit yourself down on the edge of your bed so you can put your feet up and make him put them on you too ‘you certainly need reforming’ at a more conversational tone like you’re just bantsing in here, ‘cos you a hoe, boy, we all know lol]

Teddy: [doing the MOST before, during and after, putting these heels on her to show that he is still a hoe, shoutout to that one of her exes who had a foot fetish because sir soz but he’s outdoing you rn in every possible way ‘yes, I certainly do’]

Nancy: [what a casual flex to be more about it purely because you’re into this boy and clearly your ex cringed you out in lots of ways that weren’t just his fetish because you ain’t exactly a prude lmao, biting your lip again so you don’t make indecent noises about this ‘Only be a shame for the scene’ the AND ME obvious but left unspoken]

Teddy: [going to her vanity and picking out the reddest lip he can find because she needs it to hide her literally bloody and bruised lip from the way y’all are carrying on, holding it out to her the same way the lingerie was held out duh ‘the scene’s already lost me’ because that could be said because he wants Grace not you so it’s fine]

Nancy: [making the ‘awh’ sound so you can make any, also using it to pucker your lips and put this on without looking because a skill and a moment in itself, especially when you’re this on edge because of everything]

Teddy: [again so shamelessly watching her do this and when she has kissing her, but the quickest peck ever like it’s purely to blot this lip how she would do with a tissue if she had one to hand]

Nancy: [allowing the sound you make against his lips to be feral because it is as sudden and as brief as the peck, again, acting like you didn’t]

Teddy: [literally spinning her around in as feral and as forceful of a sudden move like you can’t look at her rn or you’ll just DIE, which is true but also you just need to be standing like you were earlier so she knows and can feel how that sound made him feel because he can’t pretend it didn’t happen]

Nancy: [your hand flying to your mouth without you thinking, inspecting the red smudge on your palm with so much !! and showing him as you’re pushing him back so he’ll have to sit on your bed and you can sit inbetween his legs and feel him like that, don’t also just wanna be in bed with you right now, not at all ‘me too’ kind of seemingly in response to nothing but we mean it for all the things like yeah, I am that turned on too and yeah, I could not give a shit about the scene rn either etc etc]

Teddy: [catch this boy indecently licking her palm in a way that’s again giving dog and also showing off exactly what his tongue can and wants to do, we can all pretend it’s for the benefit of her being able to touch or grab anywhere without accidentally getting lipstick on him, cos true, but really he just wants to do it ‘I’m so happy we’ve reached this understanding’ as if it’s again conversational and could be about anything including Grace but we all know what he’s really saying, he’s so glad she feels the same about it all]

Nancy: [not us praising him like he is Rex doing this, this pup like que? Soz lil man but we need to be extra in a way it would only be appropriate for her to be talking to you like rn so here we are ‘you’re a real pal’ like you’re getting along famously, which, yeah but not like that, finally taking that hand back to palm along the front of his bottoms because gotta feel it more than we are already obviously ‘when are you going to let me?’ in a frustrated hushed voice, like he’s the one who keeps putting a stop to it all lol]

Teddy: [so glad personally you are both weird hoes because there’s no hiding how into everything she’s saying and her puppy voice he is, and even if there was, he isn’t, and is only letting her know more with the way he’s positioning her in his lap and grabbing her hard enough to leave a mark like he did either with her thigh but at her waist or wherever, a hot lol at them being besties cos it could just be a lol if Grace hears it and it’s the safest sound for rn, touching her the same way, though she has basically no clothes on so it’s even more !! ‘when you marry me’ like it’s carrying on the no sex before marriage bants purely, but how he’s saying it is too serious]  

Nancy: [lmao honestly, the way we’re so dead at you liking this is just proof how well suited you are in so many ways, keeping this puppy praise going for as long as we can deal, joining in on your hot lol when we can’t do any more without getting LOUD about it in a way you aren’t hiding from anyone ‘when you’re worth the wait’ like religious flex lol lol but we’re saying you could be, maybe; moving your hand to his waistband to see if he’ll stop you]

Teddy: [giving her a literal slap on the wrist, but in such a hot way, don’t actually wanna stop you, just wanna hit you for obvious reasons lol]

Nancy: [when you can do a GASP ‘cos you might’ve just messed up your makeup or he could’ve thrown something at you to be annoying, nothing to see here ‘come on!’ as if you’re just pure frustrated at whatever happened there and aren’t more forcefully trying to touch him more now]

Teddy: [here just having a playfight so he can throw her around this bed, excuse us Grace, don’t appear rn thank you, turning it into a pillow fight again in a hot way, muffling all the sounds he’s getting her to make by alternatively pushing her face into it when it’s on the bed or putting it over her face at different points]

Nancy: [thank GOD that lipstick was already fucked because you’re going to need to stay in your room fixing your face so it doesn’t look like you’ve already hooked up with someone before Grace has even gone lol, safe to say we are dying and also fighting back because at least you don’t need to hold back here]

Teddy: [soz but they need to relieve some of this tension and this is a safer way of doing it, mind your business a minute here Grace, we can have the dog get involved and try and save her how Tyson and Bruno used to do so y’all don’t get any more carried away and also his barking will cover y’all]

Nancy: [this is the only feasible way to do it and thinking the dog has probably shook Grace into action can have us pushing you out and putting on a silky robe moment over what we’re wearing to sort our face for real/try to breathe]

Teddy: [mhmm, get away from each other and calm the fuck down lads, cos whether or not this dog has, y’all need to stop, personally though I’d be curious as hell what was occurring so I’d hurry my ass up]

Nancy: [us like Grace, please lmao]

Nancy: Enjoy your date, won’t you

Teddy: You too

Nancy: I’m sure I will

Teddy: Likewise

Nancy: She’s going to look like a million bucks

Teddy: [the amount the outfit actually cost like this much actually lol, dragged]

Nancy: Better than [whatever we’re estimating her usual wardrobe costs, so rude]

Teddy: Please tell me you’re joking

Nancy: How far do you think part-time wages are taking her

Teddy: I don’t have the slightest idea, nor do I wish to find out

[hops-hunny]

What’s in a Name?

Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.6k

Request: N/A

Summary: When two beautiful people fall in love, everything can go right. Or, the one where Blaise gets the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: None?? Mentions of past self hate, positive use of the word fat.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. Enjoy!

Fat. It was a word (Y/n) had thrown at her from a young age but had grown to become neutral with as she got older. See, the (y/h/h) was fortunate enough to grow up in a household with her dear aunt Marlene who brought her up on the principle that ‘fat and ugly were not synonymous’ which she found herself quite fortunate of. You see, Marlene herself was an extravagant woman. She never stepped out of the house unless she was runway ready, long acrylic nails, hair curled in the prettiest of waves, and a face of makeup that could put anyone to shame. Marlene found her niece to be reminiscent of herself when she was younger. But, she also knew no matter the great example she showed her and the encouragement she’d give her, the world around her would affect the way she viewed herself until she reached a certain age.

However luckily for (Y/n), that age was when she hit the ripe age of 14. She was sick of it. Sick of feeling like a prisoner of her own body. Sick of hiding from mirrors, sick of wearing clothes that fit her like potato sacks just to hide the figure that she was naturally born with. Why should she have to feel bad because the world wasn’t ready to accept her for who she was? Why should she have to hide away due to a bit of extra weight and fat? So, after a long night of crying she decided from that day forward she would do her absolute best to at least accept her body for what it was. She didn’t wanna skip meals anymore just to make everyone around her comfortable. She didn’t want to avoid clothes that made her figure less of a figure. She wanted to live and be free in the body she was currently in.

If she could go back to where she was when she was 14, she’d tell herself she had exceeded that limitation. She was far beyond just accepting herself for who she was, she loved who she was. (Y/n) found herself falling in love with a new thing about herself every time she found herself blessed with the fortune of time to look in a mirror. Whether it was the way the rolls of her back reminded her of the ocean or the bumps and lumps around her hip area that were reminiscent of clouds, she loved every bit of herself. Even though it took her time to get there, she didn't regret it one bit.

Her confidence and demeanor attracted a lot of positive attention wherever she went. Her friends adored her and so did many other people around the castle! There was always a few wronguns here and there but that goes without saying. Even if you change your outlook on life, in a society where fat is a sin there will always be your self proclaimed saints. The more popular opinion shared throughout the castle though was ‘if she could find love in herself, why shouldn’t I be able to as well?’. Although it’s hard for one girl to change the world, she came quite close to it, always offering a shoulder to anyone in need and a helpful word of advice to anyone on the path of self acceptance and love.

There was one person who noticed her much more than that. Some would say it was a crush but no, it went quite deeper than that. He found himself being absolutely enamored by her. Her confidence, her positivity, her ever radiant beauty. All those things he found to be addicting, entrancing. Never had he come across a woman of any sorts who was so sure of herself, so proud to be in the skin she was born in. (Y/n) knew who she was and honestly? It was fucking hot. Blaise Zabini wasn’t one to make wild claims which is why when he thought about how he felt, he was very sure of the feeling. He absolutely adored the goddess that was (Y/n) (L/n). So why was it so hard to say it to her?

The way she made him feel had him in a whirlwind of emotions. A lot of the times, he was infuriated. Not by the way she made him feel, but the way she made him act. Blaise was always a hit with women from all houses around hogwarts. Why wouldn’t he be? When you’re a tall, dark, and handsome man with oodles of charismatic charm and yes, a fat load of cash, who wouldn’t wanna be yours? He could have any woman he wanted wrapped around his finger before he even opened his mouth. But around her, around her? His mouth would close as soon as it opened. He’d feel a rush of heat move to his face and his ears would start ringing. What was this feeling? This feeling that made him act so idiotic. This feeling that had him awake late at night, wondering what it would be like if he only said-

“Hi.” his head snapped up at the sound of a familiar warm voice. The same voice that made his heart race wildly, the same voice that made him act like one of those stupid fucking Hufflepuffs. All nerves and scurrying to find something, anything to say. There she was right in front of him, looking uncharacteristically shy. She had her arms behind her back one hand gripping at her other wrist as she looked up at him through thick lashes. “Have I wronged you in any way?”

“Hm?” he hummed out, still dazed as he looked down at her with a soft look present on his face. He cleared his throat slightly, pulling at the collar of his shirt that was suddenly too tight. Too constricting, too-

“Have I wronged you? I always see you staring at me quite a bit.” she repeated, gaining her confidence back some. God was he always this bloody gorgeous? Well, to her he was. She had her eye on him ever since she’d ran into him on the train back in first year. “I know I’m quite pretty, but I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate that. No?” she questioned, taking a step closer to him. She felt her hands grow sweaty at the smell of his aftershave, a sharp smell in comparison to her own strawberry body mist.

Was she flirting with him? He couldn’t tell. Why couldn’t he tell? He always could tell. Many upon many times he found himself rejecting women before they could even get the chance to confess how they felt. So why now, why with her could he not? Was this- was this nerves? “My girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that. I-I mean I don’t have a girlfriend!” he stumbled out, cursing under his breath slightly. He felt himself grow quite warm as he heard her giggle. He looked up at the sound once more wishing he hadn’t. She looked radiant in the glow of the late evening sun. Her round cheeks prominent as her face turned up in a smile before she quirked a brow at him.

“Ah I see then. You don’t have a girlfriend but you were staring?” she questioned, feeling a bit guilty about how she was enjoying the usually calm and collected boy lose his composure. His face fell straight before processing what she said. (Y/n) could see a whirlwind of emotions happen behind his eyes in such a short period of time. ‘Isn’t it funny that only a few years prior this would have been me? I can’t wait to tell Rose-Marie about this later.’

“I-I.. you know what? Yeah I do stare at you quite a bit. More often than not, I find myself staring at you.” he closed the distance between them, her soft frame pressing against his tone one. He lifted two of his fingers up to her chin, lifting her head softly. “How could I not? You’re an absolute work of art. Only the most worthy of men should be able to gaze at such a rare beauty and I find myself to be very worthy.” he whispered softly, his dark umber eyes staring into the (h/c) haired girl’s (e/c) ones.

It */was crazy how with such few words, he could make her feel so breathless, so woozy. Was she awake right now? The moment she had been waiting for since first year was currently right in front of her. The years spent dreaming, pining from a distance all gone in a few words. She smiled up at him, placing a soft hand on the man’s toned chest. Even through his clothes she could feel that he had a nice build to him. “I suppose you’re worthy. I mean look at us, we’re both beautiful. Imagine the gallery of art we’d be together.” she said, confident in her words as she bat her eyelashes. (Y/n) would be damned if she was the only one left breathless and flustered after this exchange.

“Well, why imagine dear? I’ll be taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend.” He said, turning around as he began to walk off. She was stunned. Was this the infamous charm she had heard him having? As much as (Y/n) had heard about how charming and suave Blaise was, she had never heard of him asking anyone out for a date. Knowing this gave her her own boost of confidence.

“You will be? What makes you so sure I’ll be there?” Blaise froze, turning his head back at the girl’s teasing words. He smirked. She really was something else.

“Oh I know. I wasn’t the only one staring all this time, I saw you too.” he winked laughing some before turning around walking off. (Y/n) felt herself smiling some as she shook her head before her eyes widened.

“Wait, what am I gonna wear?!”

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There was exactly 30 minutes until Blaise was meant to arrive and (Y/n) was nowhere near ready yet. See, she had planned on being ready early, even going as far as to get up at the time she usually did for class. However, after an impromptu dance session in her underwear her luck had run out. She wasn’t completely unprepared though, her hair had been done the night before and her makeup not taking much time, the main cause of concern was her outfit. 

The problem wasn’t a lack of clothes, it was quite the opposite. She had so many clothes that she had absolutely no idea of what to wear! She frustratedly slammed her fist on the pile of clothes in front of her letting out a few choice words. In a moment of defeat, she looked up at her empty wardrobe- wait a second. (Y/n) quickly scrambled to her wardrobe, slipping and sliding on the sea of clothes that lined the way before quickly yanking out the clothes covered hanger. On the hanger was a two piece set.

 The top was a wisteria purple crop top with puffy short sleeves, the skirt the same exact shade with a ruffle hem. “This is perfect! Where did this come from?” she said, checking herself out in the mirror. The outfit clung to her plush body, every curve visible and apparent. The girl smiled, smoothing her hand over the outline of her stomach that was apparent through her skirt. Years ago she would’ve been bothered by the entire concept of the outfit but now the outline of her figure made her smile like an old friend. She quickly put on a pair of white chunky sneakers, accessorizing the outfit with a few necklaces and rings as well just in time to hear a knock on the door. She did another once over in the mirror before quickly running to the door pulling it open to reveal Blaise standing there. She felt her face grow warm at his appearance.

He wore a form fitting maroon sweatshirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, a pair of jeans that weren’t skinny but fit to his figure in the most flattering of ways, and a pair of expensive shoes from some brand she couldn’t even begin to try and pronounce. In his hands were a bouquet of flowers composed of forget me nots, baby’s breath, and daisies. Blaise was in awe. He had seen her outside of her uniform a plethora of times but knowing that she had dressed up so nicely just to go on a date with him made his heart soar. “Wow, you look breathtaking. Look at you!” he hyped her up, grabbing her hand. He held their entwined fingers above their heads, signaling for her to spin around. “Lovely, absolutely divine. I can’t believe I’m going on a date with a deity.” he said, smile growing more as (Y/n) grew shyer.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Zabini. You look great, maroon is definitely your color.” she gushed, closing the door to her room. She looked down at their still entwined fingers, squeezing his large calloused hand with her small chubby one before bringing her gaze up to his face. Unsurprisingly, he was already looking at her.

“Thank you, dove. Let’s get going shall we? I’ve got a ton I wanna do with you and such a short amount of time. Let’s get to it, shall we?”

“We shall.”

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The first place they arrived at was a building she had seen many times during her visits to Hogsmeade but had never been in. It was an old brick building with a paintbrush on an old rusty sign above it.

“An art store?” she questioned, looking up at him confused but not against his choice. They both walked in, a sound of a bell dinging as they did so. She looked around in awe at the abundance of supplies. The store was sort of stuffy and crowded but that was a part of its charm. Blaise scratched at the back of his neck nervously as he watched her roam around.

“Yeah I don’t know if I mentioned it before but I enjoy doing art in my freetime. I thought I’d take you to one of my favorite places first.” He said, walking up behind her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “A-and well, everytime I imagined going on a date with you, I always pictured the two of us showing each other our favorite hidden gems. We can leave if you wa-”

“That won’t be necessary. This is really cool and I’ve always wanted to learn more about art! I’m more of a reader and writer myself.” she said, grabbing his hand. Blaise let out a huge breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in in the first place before dragging her off in the direction of his favorite brand of oil paints. The two walked hand in hand, exploring his favorite parts of the store. When he’d see something he used himself or was familiar with, he’d explain it to her, rambling off about it excitedly.

Blaise wasn’t normally the type of guy to speak many words but being around (Y/n) brought out that side of him. It wasn’t that his friends were bad per say, they just weren’t very fond of listening to things that didn’t pertain to them which he was more than fine with. However, it was nice having an outlet to share his interest for once. He loved that she would ask questions about things and even let him talk about his own work. Most girls he talked to never really cared to listen to what he had to say, often spending more time kissing him breathless than listening to the words that flew from his lips. But (Y/n) was very attentive, listening to everything he had to say, eyes full of the same excitement he held.

“Alright, I think I’ve bought everything I’ve needed from here. Your pick, where do you wanna go?” he questioned, grabbing the girl’s hand again as they walked out of the small art store. He offered the old man behind a small smile before turning his attention back to his date. (Y/n) thought about it, humming as she tried to figure out before her eyes lit up.

“I have the perfect place! Come on Blaise, you’re gonna love it.” she exclaimed before taking off down the street, dragging him along with her. He smiled fondly at her letting her lead the way.

“This something I could get used to.” he muttered, trying his best to keep up with her pace.

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About 10 minutes later, they arrived in front of what looked to be a bookstore. Blaise looked around, swiping his fingers across the dusty books. “Welcome to the place where I spend most of my time when coming to Hogsmeade. It may look like just a bookstore but you’ll see why it's not in just a minute.” she said. Blaise watched as the girl got on her hands and knees and began to crawl making a ‘spspsps’ noise. He was confused, rightfully so but he didn’t question her actions. All of a sudden, a floof of white fur came crawling over to the girl purring as she scratched behind its ears.

 “It’s a cat bookstore! How cool is that? There’s a bunch of these little guys just running around here.” she said, standing up with the kitten in her hands. Blaise’s heart beat wildly at the sight. She looked too cute with the kitten in her hand, holding it gently against her soft chest. He was brought from his thoughts as he felt something brush against his leg. He had to stop himself from losing it at the sight of the little calico cat brushing against his leg.

“Hi there little guy.” he cooed softly, reaching a hand down to pet the cat’s head. The cat jumped up to meet his hand before it could land, nuzzling its fuzzy little head against the boy's head as he purred loudly.

“That’s not the only thing. They also carry some muggle literature too! Don’t tell anyone though, it’s a secret.” she said, placing the kitten down as she began to browse the books on the old wooden shelves. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” he promised, eyes never leaving her curvy figure. She looked right at home in the book store, reading the titles like they were old friends. “I’m a bit of a muggle literature fan myself. Ever heard of Shakespear?” he asked. (Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before nodding. She would’ve never expected that from the man, knowing how against all things muggle related purebloods slytherins were. He walked over to her tilting her head up as he looked into her eyes. “ What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” he whispered, dragging his thumb along her bottom lip. Her breath hitched slightly as she began to scowl as he walked off laughing some.

“Jerk! That was not funny.” she said, punching him in the arm as she glared up at him.

“Wasn’t supposed to be, love. You just look too cute when you’re nervous!”

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It had been a few weeks since their date and (Y/n) was starting to grow nervous. She and Blaise hadn’t been on another one and it confused her deeply. She had an amazing time on their date, in fact it had been the best one she had ever been on! Did he not feel the same? Maybe he had commitment issues? It couldn’t have been her. No, she had done everything right. She spoke well mannered, bantered back and forth with him, and she looked bloody amazing.

She sighed, opening the door to her dorm. It had been a long week. She threw off her robes before turning to her dresser before gasping. On top of the dresser laid a huge painting surrounded in a beautiful antique golden frame. She hesitantly walked over to it, brushing her fingers along it before looking at the note attached. Opening the wax sealed envelope she began reading the note out loud.

“My dearest rose, how are you? I apologize deeply for my lack of presence. Not being near you for so long deeply hurt me so but it was not in vain. You see, after spending such a lovely time with you that day, I felt extremely inspired. Your beauty deserves to be captured in something far more grand than a simple photograph so I painted you this. I hope to see you soon. To my greatest muse, Blaise Zabini.” she smiled as she read the words, goosebumps going up her arms. Blaise was indeed a talented artist. In photo realistic detail was a large painting of her smiling with the white kitten from before in her hands. She was lost for words. Never had someone done something so amazing for her. “Do I really look this beautiful? Is this how he sees me?” she asked no one in particular.

“It is and you are. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” she jumped at the sound of the deep voice. Turning her head she saw the man she had been thinking of for weeks. Slowly she walked over to him, smiling before wrapping her arms around him hugging him tightly. Blaise froze for a bit, not used to receiving such gentle forms of affection. He pulled back before placing a soft peck on her lips.

“Let me take you out again tomorrow, yeah?” he asked her in a soft tone. She simply nodded before standing on her tiptoes initiating another lovely kiss. Blaise wrapped his arms around her soft waist, bringing her closer to him.

“I really am one lucky bloke.”

#blaise zabini #blaise x reader #blaise x y/n #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini x y/n #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #plus size reader #chubby reader

[kiame-sama]

Could you do a Yandere Silva where the reader is getting hit on by a butler with a death wish and Silva freaks and it ends with rough sex where reader won’t be able to walk👀🍵

Warnings; lemon, rough behavior, yandere relationship, yandere behavior, mentioned non-con, reader gets threatened, reader has female parts, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), 69, peak into the yandere mind of an assassin,

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You sat quietly in your room, relaxing back on the large couch and idly listening to whatever was currently on the TV. It had been a fairly quiet day, but most days were quiet (other than when Silva decides he needs attention). You were rather bored, slightly considered taking a nap or even calling for Silva just for some kind of entertainment.

Just as you were in the middle of deciding what to do, the door slowly began to open. This immediately put you on guard since the only ones who would enter your room tended to fling it open despite how unbelievably heavy the door actually was. You were quick to retrieve your panic button, a distress alert Silva had given you just in precaution for someone getting to your room. It only happened once that some fool decided to kidnap you without anyone knowing until you were already gone, but he made certain it would never happen again.

You fiddled with the small device nervously, watching the door with great anticipation for whoever it was on the other side. You were surprised to see a man you had never met before. He wore a suit identical to that of the butlers that worked in the manor, but all of the butlers should know better than to even come within twenty feet of your room.

"So you're the famous Zoldyck treasure. I can certainly see why."

He looked you up and down, making you feel far more exposed than you actually were. The man was blond and had bright blue eyes that seemed to glimmer in the light of your cell. He was fairly tall, though not as tall as Silva, and he had sun-kissed tan skin. The way he looked at you like a piece of meat made your skin start to crawl, so you subtly pressed the button and hoped that this man wouldn't have the time to do anything to you.

"You're quite the big mystery. Most here don't know what's in this room, and It's even one of the most enforced rules; don't go near this room. I can see why you're considered a treasure, a lovely thing like you would attract a lot of attention. But, I don't see why you're kept away from everyone like this. Can you tell me?"

"..."

"It's okay, I don't bite, unless you want me to. You must be such a fragile little thing, being locked up like this for your safety."

"I'm not locked up for my own benefit."

"Oh?"

"I'm here because my husband doesn't like sharing."

This, instead of making the man back off like you thought it would, the man only seemed to become more interested in you due to your words. He began a slow approach towards you, making you retreat until your back was pressed against the wall and he was mere inches away from you. You tried to turn your head away from him, keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you, knowing just how Silva will react.

"He doesn't have to know... Isn't it exciting, though? Sneaking around like this."

"No."

"Oh come on, live a little, sweetheart."

"Leave me alone."

"Nah, I don't think I will. In fact, no one even knows I'm here, so no one will come check on you. I could do so many things to your tight little body with the time I have... And no one would even hear you cry for help."

"Stop- Stop it."

"So scared. Good. I like 'em scared. You're gonna be so much f-"

He was suddenly cut off by the door slamming open with enough force to make the walls shake, him turning on his heel to confront whoever just arrived. You were quick to slide past the stunned man as he turned away from you, hurriedly making it to Silva's side and hiding behind him. The man had a look of pure terror on his face, clearly not expecting the terrifying assassin to appear.

You gripped tightly to the back of Silva's shirt, pressing your forehead against his broad back as you hid from the intruder that had threatened you so gleefully. The small glimpse you got of Silva's expression was enough to tell you everything you needed to know. He wasn't just mad, he was furious. Luckily, none of that fury was directed towards you.

Not only were his burning blue eyes filled with pure hate, they seemed to glow in the light of the room with a predatorial glint. He never really seemed to smile anyway, but his expression wasn't his usual scowl, it was akin to the stone-cold expression of a wild animal ready to kill. There was a palpable hate in the air that made it quite clear Silva had no intention to let the man live.

"Did he do anything to you?"

"He threatened me."

A low hum that sounded more like a growl rumbled from his chest, clearly displeased. The man had yet to move from his original spot, frozen in terror at the intimidating visage of your furious husband. Had the situation been different, and had the man not threatened you, you would have felt pity for him, but you felt no pity now.

"Explain."

"Wha-What?"

"Explain just what you are doing in my wife's room."

The man had already been terror stricken, but now all of the color disappeared from his face as he realized just how stupid his decision had been. He had assumed you were just another family member, maybe a sister or daughter. He only began to now realize just how fucked he was. Even though he was a relatively new butler, he knew of Silva's infamous temper and he also knew to never talk about Silva's wife, lest he wish for the most painful death possible.

He had seen Kikyo around, and since Kalluto was always trailing behind, he had assumed that she was Silva's wife and did his damndest to stay away from her and stay out of her path. He had heard stories about what would happen to anyone who took any level of interest in Silva's wife, but he had just figured it was meant as a basic warning about the woman herself. Yet here he was, staring at the most terrifying man he had ever encountered after just having threatened and attempted to force himself onto the very woman he was warned to never speak of.

"Well?"

"I- I didn't- I hadn't- but-"

"You've already exceeded my patience, filth."

"I'm- I'm sorry! I didn't know who she was! I wouldn't have said those things to her if-"

"Said what 'things'?"

"..."

You pulled away to look up at your towering husband, seeing him glance over his shoulder at you, his eyes far more gentle and loving. The glance was a clear prompt to speak, and you'd rather not push Silva's buttons at that moment, given his unyielding rage about to overflow.

"He threatened to rape me and said no one would hear me scream."

There was a sudden change in the entire room the moment you finished your sentence. It was a crushingly heavy pressure that seeped into every corner like a rolling miasma, consuming everything. The pressure quickly lifted from you, allowing you to breathe though it was clear the intruder did not receive the same kindness as he choked and dropped to his knees.

If you thought Silva was mad before, he was as tame as a kitten in comparison to the rage that now consumed him. You were well aware of Silva's knowledge in ways to kill a man, but it seemed more like he was interested in a slow drawn out slaughter. He never once looked away from the terrified man, even as he spoke in a gentle tone to you.

"(Y/n), go wait in our room. Don't come out until I tell you to."

"Alright..."

Quickly scrambling to the room you two shared, you caught a glimpse at Silva's expression and felt your heart drop into your stomach. Even though you knew he was not angry with you at all, that look alone sent fear running down your spine and into your very being. You closed the door and sat on your bed, hearing a sudden shrill voice begin screaming.

It wasn't hard for you to guess the kind of mood Silva would be in once he was done dealing with the man. There was no doubt in your mind he was going to be rough as well, knowing how he got when jealous. You also knew he would be jealous as all hell due to the man being in your room. It may not have been your fault and the man may be dead, but with Silva, jealousy didn't fade away.

There were few things you could do at that point to soften Silva's mood, and honestly him being rough wasn't that bad (so long as he doesn't break your bones). Given how terrifying just a glance at him was, you figured you'd do something that should brighten his mood and help soothe his jealousy a bit. You dug through your clothes picking out your white and blue lingerie- Silva's favorite for obvious reasons- and waited on the bed.

The screams had yet to stop, though they certainly took on a more gurgling tone the longer it went. You shivered slightly, wondering just what Silva was doing to the man, since he was an expert at torturing people. Though he has hurt you in the past- most being accidental- you know just how strong he is and just how deeply his few emotions impact him. Looking from the outside, he feels nothing, but with you he is extremely expressive in everything he does.

You lay back on the bed, thinking about how much you truly impacted him and how much your wellness meant to him. Hell, the man would move heaven itself if you wanted him to. He was the dominant partner, but he was also a slave to your every emotion.

While you let yourself get lost in thought, you slowly slipped off to sleep with Silva's pillow cuddled in your arms.

Movement on the bed drew you out of your peaceful slumber, letting out an upset whine at being woken. You were slightly disoriented from your sudden awakening and blearily blinked the sleep out of your eyes. As your brain began to fully wake as well, you realized that Silva was right above you, his large hands on either side of your head.

There was a faint feeling of surprise as you noticed not a speck of blood on the giant man. You figured he would have been soaked in the blood of that idiot butler, but not a single fleck of red marred his flawless skin.

"Trying to cheer me up?"

There was the slightest of smiles pulling at his lips as his eyes slowly dragged over your barely covered figure, letting out a low hum of pleasure and licking his lips slowly. He seemed almost too calm at that moment, but you knew the beast that dwells within would easily come forth once he began.

"It certainly does help..."

"I thought it would be nice to surprise you... but I guess I fell asleep before you came back."

"You are a wonderful creature, (y/n), did you know that?"

"Well, there has to be some reason you keep me around."

"Sassy thing."

His tone was teasing, but you knew he wouldn't be teasing you for very long, not with the way his sharp blue eyes roamed your body. He sat up, now letting his hands roam your soft body and squeezing every few seconds. No matter what mark may be on you- be it a scar, a birthmark, a mole, didn't matter- he adored you and held such reverence for you. Even when you gain or lose weight, you are a Goddess in his eyes, and he made sure to treat his Goddess well.

"Mmm, you do know how to rile me up."

"Lots of practice."

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes narrow in bliss from your gentle touch. When you suddenly tightened your grip and tugged on his long hair, that calm expression changed in an instant. He was now less of a man than he was a beast, moving you suddenly so your legs rest on his shoulders, your back against the pillows.

He didn't say a single word as he gripped the lacy panties you wore between his teeth, pulling back in one smooth motion and ripping the delicate fabric with ease. You were about to whine at the destruction of his favorite set but you didn't even manage to get a single word out before he buried his head between your thighs, tongue easily sliding through your soft folds. He didn't bother with being slow in working you up, he just slid his tongue as deeply into you as he could to slurp up your juices.

The noises coming from him were obscene as he sucked on your soft pussy, low moans vibrating against you as he gripped your legs tighter, pulling you closer to his mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair, gripping tightly and tilting your head back with breathy moans. He held your hips still, making it so you were unable to do anything other than writhe in the pleasure he gave you.

It was clear that him holding you still was more of a dominance thing to reassure himself and soothe his burning jealousy more than it was to show his dominance over you. He was using your presence and your sweet moans as his own validation of being your one and only. Reminding himself- and in some ways, you- that you were still his and he had no intention of sharing you in any way.

You truly have only had honest social interaction with three people on a consistent basis and your five children on the odd occasion for more than twenty years. If that didn't give you a good visualization of how deep his jealousy runs, then it would be the contempt he has for his own children. As far as he was concerned, you only truly needed him in your life and no one else would have the chance or ability to get between the two of you.

He was much like a religious zealot with how fiercely he coveted you and everything about you. His tongue was as deep in you as possible while his large thumb rubbed your clit, blue eyes closed in bliss as if he truly received deep pleasure from taking care of you and pleasuring you like a wild animal did its mate. You were his everything, and he wanted your everything desperately enough he had you kidnapped only days after meeting you, already in deep obsession and fanatical adoration for you.

Continuing with endless stamina, he brought you up to mindless pleasure and kept you there, every whining cry you made only served to fuel his desire and increase blood-flow to his achingly hard cock. In typical Silva fashion, he completely ignored his own needs to not only ensure your pleasure, but to test himself to see how long he could listen to you moan before snapping and giving in to the starving beast within him. He was quite the dominant masochist when it came down to it, always adoring every scratch and mark you make on his fair skin but also making sure he was the one on top and in control.

With a loud sucking sound, he pulled away from your soaked pussy, licking his lips with hazy bliss filled eyes never leaving your shaking form. He was completely lost in his desire to possess all of you, and he gently trailed his warm hands up your soft front until he lightly gripped your chin, holding your mouth open. You were faintly worried about what he planned on doing while in such a blissed out state, yelping when he moved you down the bed with both hands before moving so his muscular legs were on either side of your head.

He slid his large cock slowly into your mouth, your jaw stretching a bit further to accommodate the rock-hard length. A deep moan rose up from his chest as he thrusted his hips a few times before returning to digging his tongue into your slick heat. He did the majority of the work to pleasure you both, ensuring to keep himself from making you deep throat him just yet. You reached up to rest your hands on his hips for your own sake should he unintentionally begin to choke you, but to Silva the contact of your gentle hands on his pale skin was overwhelmingly intense.

He was extremely touch starved when it came to you due to his distant and cold upbringing despite how much physical contact he actually had with you on a regular basis. Just another reason for him to be obsessed with the touch of your skin and the feel of your body against his. Each small brush of your hand anywhere on his body sent intense sensations running through his very being. To feel not a hint of affection during the critical developmental beginning years of his life left him distant and made him believe all outside touch would bring only pain.

Of course, when he met you, his entire world changed drastically. Your touch was gentle and brought no pain with it, only the sweet sensation of honest care and empathy. He had to have you, and only you. Only your touch brought him such calming pleasure and consuming affection. Even as he bucked his hips into your warm mouth, he was past cloud 9 in absolute bliss, sinking his tongue into your extremely wet pussy and almost desperately trying to bring you the same level of pleasure that he felt even when simply in your presence.

That's what he always tried to do.

He felt so much from and for you that he couldn't help but attempt to reciprocate that pleasure any chance he got. His addiction to your touch was likely why you two were still so sexually active even after decades together, that and Silva used that intimate connection to soothe his own mind consuming anxiety. It was why he became so irritable whenever he is away from your side for more than 24 hours. His mind drowns him in anxiety with every outcome of you being attacked while he is away.

It would destroy him to know something hurt you or you were unwell in some way while he was gone. He would feel like he failed you as your husband and that he failed you as your protector. He refused to fail. The cost would be too great.

You, on the other hand, happened to be lost in the feelings of pleasure running through your veins, to the point you didn't honestly notice much other than the warm cock in your mouth and the hot tongue on your pussy. Every moan you made only made that large length twitch and throb, feeling the slide of your tongue against his flesh as you let your fingers slide over his hips. It was clear he enjoyed it as he let out deep moans and growls of pleasure, holding himself back as long as possible.

Just when you felt the pulse of his heartbeat flutter, he pulled away from you, leaving you confused and slightly dazed. He was watching you try to collect your thoughts, proud he made you so delirious with pleasure that you needed time to return to awareness. His movements were slow and methodical as he positioned himself between your legs, raising your hips up so he could slide through your soft folds.

"Look at me, (y/n)."

His deep voice drew your scattered attention, staring up into his intense blue eyes in an almost questioning way. There was a moment of silence as he stared at you in adoration, not looking away from you as he slowly slid his firm length into you, watching the way you gasped and writhed on the bed. He gave you only a moment to adjust to his size once more before he began to thrust into your welcoming body, drowning in the tight embrace of your warm insides.

You moved up and down on the bed with each rough thrust, clawing at the sheets beneath you. Silva pound into you with such intensity you could barely draw in a breath before it was being forced back out with another rough thrust. He leaned over your writhing and mewling form to start pressing open mouthed kissed against your neck, biting down a few times to hear you yelp and whine. You wrapped your arms around him and let your nails bite down on his fair skin, shivering from his rumbling moan directly against you ear.

As you felt your orgasm creeping up with alarming speed, you reached up to his hair and gripped on the long locks, tugging hard enough to remove his lips from your neck. You had to stop tugging on his hair and just cling to him as his thrusts became rougher, pressing one of his hands against your soft stomach and feeling the way he moved inside of you. The increased sensation of his large cock rubbing against your tight walls practically made you scream in delight, your pleasure overwhelming and consuming you as your orgasm flooded your body.

"So tight..! You are mine. You will always be mine. I'll never let you go. I'll never let you forget."

You barely registered his crooning words due to your overstimulated nerves sizzling in your brain. He adored the hazy look in your eyes as you were consumed by the pleasure he provided you. That sweet expression on your lovely face was enough to push him over the edge, his hot cum painting your soft insides with every intense pulse.

When he finally pulled out of you, you were still trying to catch your breath and clung to his body with all of the remaining energy you had. The low humming chuckle that came from him was a soft and soothing rumble that was quite like the purr of some feral beast. You curled close to his warm body, snuggling down into his grasp as he pulled the blanket over the both of you, kissing your forehead gently.

"Mine."

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Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: Alfie shows the wild girl around and he’s surprised to find out just how quickly she picks up on things but before he can do anything about it, she pulls at the ropes she’s set him up on.

Part 1 | Part 2

“This is an excellent time for me to go missing.”

“Are you going to get me into bed or what?”

Keep them on their toes.

That’s what the lady had said, that a woman needed to keep a man on his toes if she wanted him to stick around. It made it more thrilling according to the old lady, it made it far more exciting than if she were to just give the man what he wanted, the sweet kiss of release.

The kiss could be obtained in many ways, a woman’s body was a world of wonders and it could entice any man if she were to use it correctly, to her advantage.

And maybe that’s when it all started.

The windows on the lines of the street were mostly closed due to the chilly morning weather, the thin layer of snow made no difference to those who chose to reach their destination by feet but it added a whole lot more to the spirit that was coming around with the new year. There were no more kids playing around the streets anymore, just the sound of laughter from the inside of the stone cold houses.

Alfie’s broad form walked in front, with a curly haired and fidgety man following behind. They seemed to fit well together in a sense when you compared their auras, Alfie was composed and the curly haired man was certainly not. Your footsteps trailed behind them, they were much taller than you in comparison so it took you a while to catch up to their speed.

There was no cane in his hand today, no sign of physical weakness as his eyes looked around for the cheery sound of kids playing around but there was none, just the dead silence birthed by the cold of winter, or something that felt too cold to bear.

He heard your lighter footsteps trailing behind, no feeling of uneasiness as he led you to his infamous bakery. You had offered to come and he had no opposition to that, although Ollie had many but he’d chosen to not listen to the lad, which mostly proved to be a mistake but he was hoping it would pay off this time.

Ollie had taken one look at you, and even though he hadn’t seen you before, he knew who you were. Word traveled fast around Camden, especially if it was about a young woman who just wouldn’t behave. The gossip’s description of you checked most of the boxes, the lad thought. Your eyes were as bright as they’d said and he was sure there was no one else around Camden with your delicate features.

He was sure it was you, the infamous wild lady.

You were much younger, though. You didn’t behave in a way that he’d seen girls your age do, you carried yourself with more maturity but he’d almost overlooked all that when you’d flashed him a smile. 

He’d felt his throat dry up and he almost forgot how old you were. Poor lad, Alfie thought when he saw the state Ollie was in when you’d started speaking to the man with a wicked smile. Alfie was glad the lad hadn’t seen you dance or he wouldn’t be able to control him from god knew what. Any man would have nothing but trouble keeping their hands to themselves when it came to you.

“We’re going to the distillery?” you spoke once your feet were in line with Alfie’s as he walked down the street to where the ‘bakery’ was.

You weren’t stupid. Alfie knew that but his eyes still widened when you said it.

Only people who worked in the same line of business knew what Alfie did, most of them at least. He’d killed people for less and he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you refer to his bakery as a distillery, Ollie’s eyes widened too but the lad was too busy trying to figure if Alfie was going to pound your head onto the cement or just warn you off and he decided on the last option, Alfie didn’t hit women.

“What the fuck did ya’ just say, lass?” he spoke, leaning down to face you which made you smile faintly. The man was at least twice your size.

You upped your volume and made motions with your hands in the air like you were talking to a grandpa and not a thirty year old man, Ollie almost snickered while Alfie watched you with bewildered eyes. “I said, Are we goin-”

He cut you off quick enough, your hands stopping mid-air when he started speaking in a lower tone than usual which only made you wanna bite your lip.

“Where the fuck did ya’ hear that?” he asked, genuinely curious for a second before you bit your lip and all his energy went south. He gulped and you chuckled, he was just a man after all.

“Word travels fast, Mr. Solomons.” you said, emphasising on the last word and you watched his eyes go deeper than usual, some animalistic urge taking over him before he realised that he was standing right in front of the factory.

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it. he said under his breath before putting his large hand on the small of your back and pushed you towards the wooden doors of the entrance.

And you were in.

The inside was bigger than what it seemed on the exterior, the two factories were connected from the inside, most of the inside space absent from any doors. There was a wooden stair that led up to somewhere but you couldn’t see it from where you were standing. You saw barrels, dozens of them as men carried them around. 

“Nice place.” you whispered but Alfie heard it, it only brought a smirk to his lips. You weren’t so stupid to think to believe that a man like Alfie could only make profit off of protection or ‘bread’, there had to be more and this was it.

Alfie walked in front as he led you through the corridors of the distillery and it was obvious that having women around was not so common, especially none like you. No one said anything and you soon came to realise that it was because you had come in with the boss and not on your own. Some did give you strange looks, seeing as you were half Alfie’s age and almost half his size and yet Alfie seemed to not mind it at all.

Everyone had different moral codes, so did a gangster.

His office was the space the unknown stair led to, all smelling of musk and power like he did. You were sure he had a vanilla scent somewhere in there but it was hard to tell, he didn’t give you openings to lower your guard, not really.

The inside of the office had no decorations, just piles and piles of papers and a shelf just for drinks but you noticed that none of them were rum, just whiskey and other strong drinks. You were sure there was at least a couple guns hidden somewhere but you had pushed him far enough already for the day even though Alfie didn’t seem to mind all that much.

You sat on one of the chairs in front of his table, all wooden but worn out unlike the ones in his home. The space had the same atmosphere as his living room which made you think that he spent entirely too much time around his office, Ollie would vouch for that. Taking your gloves off with your teeth, you didn’t realise he had been staring with a smirk on his lips.

You truly were something else, he thought.

He had seen your classmates, girls around your age who spoke in a posh accent and curtsied each time they greeted someone. They didn’t speak unless they weren’t asked something and they sat in a proper way like Annabelle had taught all of you to do. But you didn’t do any of the things they did, quite the opposite.

It only enticed him further.

“You know..” you spoke, a charming smile on your lips as Alfie watched your lips move. “This is an excellent time for me to go missing.”

Alfie’s roaring laugh was the only thin that could be heard in the air after that.

He was a lethal man, you knew that and so did everyone who lived around London. You’d hard of the things they did, although it wasn’t quite clear which ones were true but you were sure he had killed many before and that didn’t bother you all that much but it would if that were you.

And it could very well be you in that given moment.

With no one to come with you, no one to follow or keep you company, you were in his office with his assistant. It was his place, not a place of comfort like his home but a place he’d killed before and you knew that for a fact as you eyed the blood stains on the wooden furniture, it was faint and small but you knew what blood looked like on wood.

You were in the lion’s den and he was staring right at you.

But you weren’t a sheep, and he seemed to forget that for a second.

“I ain’t gonna do anythin’, luv, believe me, yeah.” he spoke with a low smile as he searched through some papers, seated on his big chair with you in front of him.

“I don’t have a reason to...” you spoke with raised eyebrows as he watched you, hand on his beard and you kept on speaking. “..but why wouldn’t I believe in a gangster.” you spoke, eyes landing on him at last and you saw a hint of a smirk on his plump lips.

Alfie understood the weight of your words but he knew you didn’t mean them. You wouldn’t be in his office, sitting the way you were if you had. And he had heard of the lads you hung out with, some of them known criminals just for the thrill of it, he knew you weren’t afraid of him in the slightest bit so he just raised his eyebrows.

“Ya’ ain’t fuckin’ afraid of me, I know that, yeah, I do.” he spoke in a monotone voice, as emotionless as he could muster up and you just clicked your tongue once he was done and looked around while speaking. He wanted to kiss you, he concluded.

“I refuse to be afraid of you.” your voice was soft, like how he’d heard woman talk to babies as if you were cooing him. He didn’t like to be treated that way but he’d let it go, it was you after all.

And it was the full truth, he was sure of that.

Alfie knew you had lied to him a couple of times already but your sweet words covered the rest and he saw no reason to poke at it, you did it exceptionally well. But you were telling the truth now, the full and bare truth for him to know and he knew it for a fact because you’d stopped smiling and just stared at him with stern eyes.

“Alright.” he spoke, feeling his throat dry at the way you looked at him but a man like Alfie was hard to fluster, although you’d done it couple of times already. “Fuckin’ brave of you, that ‘s.” he spoke under his breath but you’d heard it, it was loud and clear.

You didn’t look for praise or approval anywhere, your record would speak for that. If anything, you looked for discontent in people’s faces, it made you think that you were doing something worth the risk but seeing Alfie approve of your recklessness awakened something in you, something you weren’t ready to name yet.

“How much of your income comes from this place?” you asked, genuinely curious as you tried to put two and two together. He had a big house, multiple maids and a distillery, he also had people pay for him for protection and so you figured, he was loaded.

He didn’t answer, just stared at you with hard eyes. Alfie had killed for less and he was not planning on shooting your pretty brains out but you were pushing it, you both knew it. You crossed your legs and uncrossed them again, pulling his attention elsewhere but he was quick to compose himself, it was quite impressive of him.

“I just figured, since you have other....side businesses, this is just a small part that provides your entire income. Is it not?” you spoke in a sweeter voice than before. You knew he would pull a gun on you soon if you kept going this way which gave you all the reason to.

The sparkles in his eyes were something else.

You shot him a smile as he remained silent. You had hit the nail on the head but he wouldn’t tell you that. He tried to figure out just how you got to where you were but soon realised he had taken you home the first night which would give you sufficient information about his wealth but you seemed far too quick to pick up on the distillery side of the business. 

He chose to pay no attention to it for the time being. 

He pulled a glass bottle from one of the shelves, the one that was hidden behind all the whiskey and foreign drinks. You eyed the crystal glass he filled with the brown liquid. You didn’t really drink rum but a gangster was offering you the glass so you’d take it.

You took the glass from his hand, your fingers feeling the cold material of his gold rings for a split second before you chugged it down, instead of taking a sip like most people did. Alfie then could tell that you really did drink, just maybe not rum. You grimaced afterwards, the liquid tasted different than what you were used to.

“It’s too sweet.” you spoke while licking lips and he watched at first. A scoff followed afterwards. 

Alfie sold these out like crazy and there you were, a thing half his size telling him that the drink wasn’t good enough for your taste. He then thought that maybe you were as posh as the rest of the girls in your school but the way you swallowed the drink in one go told him afterwards. His eyes dropped to your cheeks, now a bit more flushed compared to usual and he made a mental note of always offering you a drink so that you’d look as pretty as you did after you’d chugged the drink.

He then remembered how old you were, despite the way you looked at him, and scratched the idea.

“Ya’ don’t fuckin’ like it then, hm?” he asked, leaning on the desk by his elbows and you watched the way his rings caught the light in his office before you met his eyes.

“I don’t usually go for rum..” you spoke, eyebrows scrunched and a look of distaste on your pretty face as you looked at the glass in your hand before putting it on his table. “But yours is okay.” you spoke, seeing no reason to lie.

You didn’t like rum, whiskey was better and did the job a bit faster but Alfie’s was alright. You could even grow to like it, you thought, if he kept you around long enough.

He smiled then, a sweet grin on his face as you looked at him through your eyelashes. He was a hard one to crack, you gathered, but that wouldn’t stop you. You’d make him wait anyway but not before confusing the man. Men liked to be told what to do, you knew that. Especially if it was by a little young thing like you.

Well, at least most men.

“Mr. Solomons..” you spoke, a little pout on your painted lips and he swore you would kill him, you would run a man like him in a heartbeat and he was more than willing to give you the opportunity. “Are you going to get me into bed or what?”

Alfie considered.

He wanted to, oh god he so badly wanted to. But you were young, old enough to know what you wanted but still young, he knew of the danger you possessed. You’d ruin a man of Alfie’s wrath and you didn’t even need to fuck him for that, all you’d do is to kiss him once and he’d do anything, he thought. 

He knew that you’d had your fair share of lads around London, he’d heard. He wasn’t sure how much experience you had in bed but he was sure you could take it, whatever he had in stock for you. He was sure that you weren’t all talk and no play, that you could very well paint a picture from his fantasied only if he were to ask nicely.

“That why you’re ‘ere, pet?” he spoke, hand tugging at his beard as he looked at you through lustful eyes. That wasn’t the reason and you wouldn’t fuck him right at that given moment but you wanted to, and that was rare.

You’d toy with him and push all the buttons he had but there was no denying that you were attracted to the man. Maybe that was why you’d make him wait longer, torture every nick of his soul before he surrendered. It sounded fun but you also had your limits and seeing him riled up like this didn’t help.

You smiled at the nickname first and then at his face, he was a sight to see.

“Depends.” you spoke, loud and clear as his hands brushed through his beard. You were never too tired to play the games and as dangerous as Alfie was, he was still a man.

“On what?” he spoke in a heartbeat. He was thankful Ollie wasn’t here to hear the conversation, Alfie didn’t have the upper hand for once and he had no intention of telling anyone that.

“On how long you’ll last.” you said, telling him the full truth. You didn’t usually tell men that but Alfie clearly stood out. You smiled then, liking the way his eyes widened for a second before he nodded thoughtfully.

Alfie knew the game you were playing. Most women, hell, most people were too dumb or scared to play it and he soon came to realise that you already had him on the ropes. He’d been the one to take you to his home, the one place of comfort the very first night and he was the one seeking you out today when he came over to your school. You were just waiting and he’d done everything you’d expected him to do, with a little delay but he was still a man.

And he’d been the one to take you to his office, the one to give you the rum and the one asking when you’d sleep with him. 

He cursed at himself for being so blind. 

This was how you got man, and all that property and business. He was sure no man had ever lasted longer before and he was right but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have any more cards to play. You were just getting started for all he knew.

“You, yeah, are far too fuckin’ dangerous, pet.” he spoke, eyes glossing over yours and you delivered him your sweetest smile with a small wink.

Checkmate.

He lost.

Only this round, he told himself. He’d only lose this one time.

“So?” you spoke in a breathy voice and he found it hard to stop looking at your lips.

God, he was fucked.

But it didn’t matter, he realised. Alfie always had the upper hand, he was the one to end a conversation and not the other way around but he found out that he didn’t mind changing the dynamic if it was for you. 

And it didn’t matter from which angle he was looking at this situation, he was the one who lost and you’d won, in all of the realities of the scenario. He sighed once more, hand glossing over his beard but not quite brushing through it like it had been. One look at you, the rum on the table and your pretty hands that were decorated with paint and he had made his decision.

He’d wait on his toes.

You’d make him anyway but he liked it better if it was his choice. He took one good look at you, from head to toe as you sat in front of him with a smirk he had grown accustomed to and came to the conclusion that you were worth the risk of danger that came with it, as a flip side of the coin.

You shot him another smile as you spoke, your delicate features turning into one of satisfaction and content.

“Say, Mr. Solomons, what would you like me to do while I wait. I assume you have loads to do.” your voice was sweet as your hand signalled at the papers before him.

He shook his head, cleared his throat and began speaking. “Nah. This is nothin’, pet. I’d much rather talk about you, yeah.” he said, not using a curse word like he usually did because you were the one controlling the ropes and he didn’t like having his buttons pushed, he was sure you’d do just that if he didn’t give you your way.

“Well, I’m gald we finally agree on something.” you spoke as you giggled and he joined with a snicker of his own.

You’d be the death of him, and he knew.

And so the game of question for question started again, but this time there were no unanswered questions and a lot more risks taken from both sides.

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I did read all your lovely comments on the last part and forgive me for not replaying to all of them but I wanted to say thank you for leaving the sweet comments and I’m so so glad you guys like this one! I will keep them coming <3

And happy Holiday season! <3

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Sugimoto and Ogata’s Rivalmance - anime vs manga comparisons

Hello there.

So I just saw the last episode from he 3rd season of the Golden Kamuy anime series and it left me a little perplexed. I’ll be talking about how the anime handled their scenes compared to the manga.

I’ll be blunt, season 1 was average while season 2 turned out kind of bad. Season 1 is alright as an introduction to the series, even though the CG bear really turned off many people from liking the show. 

Season 2 skipped a lot of arcs and while some of them turned out to be animated as an OVA, there are arcs that even at present haven’t been adapted and as of which happen pre-Abashiri. (Ogin arc, Fake ainu arc).

Season 3 was alright though. The animation quality is way better and the pacing felt really fluid and relaxing for the most part of the season.

I will only be comparing the scenes that have changed, and won’t adress the ones that haven’t been adapted in the anime.

Here we go.

Season 2 Episode 3 (chapter 81) - Sugimoto saves Ogata in Edogai’s house

The manga - After Sugimoto says the infamous tsundere line to Ogata, Ogata spits blood and then the scene shifts to something else.

The anime - After Sugimoto’s line, we can see Ogata looking disgustingly at Sugimoto while he’s leaving the room, and then he spits blood.

I guess that the anime tried to make it look like Sugimoto hurt Ogata’s ego with that line. And Ogata didn’t like it at all. 

(Chapter 83) 

The manga - Ogata tries to hunt the birds by shooting them only to be denied by Asirpa. Sugimoto is all smirky because Ogata is being lectured.

The anime - They don’t show Sugimoto’s evil smirk reaction to Asirpa lecturing Ogata.

The manga -  Sugimoto being jelly of Ogata who caught more birds than Asirpa. When Sugimoto says that Ogata tried to hunt the birds just to prove Asirpa wrong, we can see Ogata’s sad reaction to that line.

The anime -  It’s pretty much the same scene but we don’t get Ogata’s reaction.

Season 2 Episode 5 (Chapter 99)

The manga - Sugimoto calls out Shiraishi’s betrayal. Shiraishi panicks thinking that he might kill him right there, but it ends up with Sugimoto showing him that he gave fake skins to Hijikata.

The anime - it’s the same scene except for when Sugimoto calls Shiraishi out, we can see Ogata’s expression while the conflict unfolds.

And then Sugimoto says that the skin that Shiraishi gave to Hijikata was a fake.

And we see Ogata again where he closes his eyes.

The Ogata reactions never existed in the manga.

I’m thinking that they added this so as to hint at his future betrayal in Abashiri.

(Chapter 100)

The manga - they kill some deer so as to hide in them and get rid of the 7th from pursuing them, Shiraishi becomes delirious and runs away. No one goes after him.

The anime - Shiraishi runs away delirious and Asirpa goes after him and tells Sugimoto to skin deers with Ogata until she comes back. Sugimoto decides to go after her and Ogata calls him to come back.

This entire scene did not exist in the manga.

OVA 3 (Chapter 104)

The manga - Shiraishi gets bitten by a snake. Sugimoto, for some reason, gets bitten too. 

And when both of their heads get inflated, Shiraishi asks Sugimoto what happened to his face.

The anime - Ogata is the one who asks Sugimoto about his face.

All I can say is thanks Geno for this addition.

OVA 4 (Chapter 111)

The manga - Asirpa asks Ogata to help Tanigaki escape from these ainu dudes who think he violated and killed wild animals.

In the manga, after Asirpa asks Ogata for help, Ogata follows it with the reasoning that Tanigaki may have killed his comrades from the betrayer group, to which Sugimoto and also Asirpa defend Tanigaki by saying that he wasn’t the one to do it.

After that, Sugimoto sort of taunts Ogata by saying that uwu Asirpa won’t cook for you anymore~

The anime - After Asirpa asks Ogata for his help, the whole reason he wouldn’t save him is skipped, and it jumps to just Sugimoto taunting him.

All what Ogata needed was a small tease reply from Sugimoto and he was totally down on risking his life saving Tanigaki. Comrades getting killed by Tanigaki? Naaaah.

Season 3 Episode 7 - (Chapter 169)  

The manga - The group starts talking about the legend of a mountain cat (lynx) and Koito thinks that they were probably refering to Ogata. And so the bullying begins.

Sugi when first hearing of this, he smirks in a way that says “Lol wut where did that come from”.

The anime - when Sugimoto first asks “What’s Ogata gotta do with it?” we don’t see his smirking face like in the manga. 

And when he says the line of “What a pathetic joke”, his face looks a bit more..dramatic and sad in a way?

Or when he looks all determined after Koito says that they should kill a cat when spotted.

This scene felt like he really does feel sorry for Ogata being bullied compared to the manga.

Season 3 Episode 11 - (Chapter 187)

Ogata lies about Sugimoto’s death to Asirpa so as to get the code out of her.

He sees that Asirpa isn’t cooperating with his pleas of sharing the code with him. So he uses the Sugimoto card.

The manga - he starts blushing the moment he mentions Sugimoto

The anime - the blush wasn’t shown in this scene

He starts talking about the fake flashback of hearing Sugimoto’s last words.

The manga - we get this simple panel of just Ogata calling out Sugimoto’s name.

The anime - we are serviced with the same scene but from a different angle which I appreciate because it looks shippier.

Another notable thing is that while this scene is happening, you can hear Sugimoto heavily breathing. To me it felt like the breathing sounds lasted a bit longer than I imagined when reading the manga... 

Sugimoto’s voice sounds very soft and gentle while begging for Ogata to take care of his buddy’s family.

The manga - blushy lying Ogata

The anime - blushy lying Ogata but the blush seems to be drawn lighter? You gotta squint to see it.

The manga

The anime

I don’t have an argument for these panels I just like how cute he looks while blushing.

when you imagine your arch nemesis’s last soft, gentle dying words you just can’t help but feeling flustered

The manga - Ogata leans in close to Sugimoto’s face. Sugimoto is looking directly into his eyes while trying to mutter Tome’s name. And Ogata seems to look sad.

The anime - the scene is shown from a different angle, and Sugimoto is probably looking at the sky or something. We can’t see Ogata’s expression anymore.

The manga - Ogata is still running on the ice floe while pretending to care about Sugimoto’s last wishes.

look.at.his.frowny.cute.staplebrows.

The anime - Ogata and Asirpa are...standing still, looking at one another, and being all sad about their boo-boo Sugi-chan's death wishes.

The manga - The projecting is now going off the charts.

Sugimoto grabs Ogata’s hand, holds it tightly,with Ogata also tighting the grip, tells him that he wants to go back to his hometown while also tearing up, all of this happening while they look in eachother’s eyes.

This is peak soft fanfiction I SWEAR-

The anime - Geno wasted all of their money in this episode and they didn’t have any other left to animate this panel, so they just use the same frame as before.

That sky must be very fascinating to look at.

The manga - Ogata being all pouty and sad that he has to bear Sugimoto’s burdens-

The anime - He seems not as pouty but the cute eyelashes are more visible. CUTE.

The manga - a beautiful ending for a fanfic  Ogata projects even MORE because I guess that everyone on this planet loves the same fish stew as he does.

The anime - it’s basically the same but Sugimoto’s voice is so dramatique and sad that it just brings tears to my eyes how Ogata is so good at writing fanfics.

(Chapter 188)

The manga - Sugimoto heard Ogata’s fanfic and was enraged because of how ooc he turned out, so he went to him and to show what sort of fanfics he’s into, he comes from behind, grabs Ogata by the hair, pulls it, and cuts his poisoned eye out.

The anime - He comes in from the front???? catches Ogata’s head in a very gentle way, and cuts his eye out. No hairpull.

Geno. I’m looking at you.

The manga - Sugimoto making very angry eye contact, sucking Ogata off and still pulling his hair.

The anime - Geno doesn’t like gore so they just animated one single suck panel. Ogata is sort of moving his eye a little there. Hm.

We also get some new frames that weren’t in the manga.

One in which he scolds Ogata for wanting to make small children kill people.

The other still looking angrily at his bandages face.

Ok Geno you’ll get a pass on this one.

Season 3 Episode 12 (Chapter 197)

The manga - Sugimoto tries very hard to convice everyone to save Ogata.

The anime - it’s the same thing except the very heterosexual tension orange glowy eyes, and the more obvious and wider drawn devilish smirk.

This is thirst depicted in one frame.

The manga - The doctor says that Ogata will most likely die and Asirpa is sad.  Sugimoto is looking at her thinking oh nooo she’s a killer now.

The anime - Asirpa is sad but Sugimoto isn’t looking at her but towards the doctor....

The manga - Sugimoto has white danger eyes with a tint of sadness/dissappointment in his expression.

The anime - Sugimoto looks SO ANGRY HOW DARE YOU DIE LIKE THIS? PATHETIC OF YOU. *spits* 

He’s just as thirsty here too.

I didn’t understand why they coloured his eyes like that. What was is supposed to mean????? He wants blood but he also wants to continue to hunt for it I guess???

This is, I think, the first time in the anime where they colour the pupils that bright.

The manga - Sugimoto is so shocked that Ogata is alive and ran away.

The anime - they added two new frames, basically empathising how Sugimoto is slowly processing the whole event.

God the adapted manga panel looks so funny he just goes super duper wide eyes as if no one would have predicted this outcome.............

(chapter 200)

The manga - wishing for his arch nemesis to come back to him. A very normal wish.

The anime - it’s the same. But now with sparkly eyes like in the volume.

And that’s it.

I think that Geno somewhat tried to promote their relationship to a certain extent by adding new scenes while trying to stay somewhat faithful to the source.

Sadly, they cut a lot of arcs. If you’d watch this series without checking out the OVA’s, you’ll definitely miss out on scenes where their bickering bond is being shown in all of its glory. They didn’t even animate the Fake Ainu arc even as of today, which has the best sugio bickering in the series.

#golden kamuy #ogata hyakunosuke #sugimoto saichi #Osugi #sugio

[phykios]

volcano kiss scene but make it medieval, for @perseannabeth 💙 note that this is little more than a fancy rewrite, but... marble king verse is too good to be done with completely

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June, 1446

As Percy led his little band of adventurers through the tunnels of the Labyrinth, himself, his questing partner Ana Zabeta, his childhood companion Aegidius, and his half-brother, the cyclops Tison, following a marvelously clever creation of the god of fire, he allowed himself, for a brief moment, to feel a small sense of pride. They had finally located a deity who not only did not appear to have any negative designs on their characters, but had also promised them his help--after they had performed him a small favor, of course. 

Hephaestus had fashioned for them a little spider made of metal, who moved about as though it had a beating heart, darting this way and that, nearly invisible, were it not for their torchlight flickering off its shiny, shiny legs. Though he would never speak it aloud, Percy felt a particular kind of pride on Annabeth’s behalf, as she followed the eight-legged creature with neither complaint nor fear. He knew full well just how totally she detested the beasts, her eternal and forsworn enemies, just as their mother had been an enemy of Athena. 

They rounded a corner, moving from a passageway lined with a strange, shiny substance which felt cool to the touch to one of crudely-cut stone, when he spotted a tunnel off to the side, dug from raw earth, wrapped in thick roots which pried their way through the holes in the stones. Aegidius had noticed it as well, slowing his pace until he stopped entirely in front of the dark, gaping maw in the wall. “Aegidius,” Percy said, stopping as well. “What is it?”

It was as if he had not heard him. The satyr merely gazed into the black tunnel, his curly hair rustling in an impossible breeze.

“We cannot delay!” said Annabeth. “We must keep moving!”

“This is the way,” Aegidius muttered, hushed and reverent. “It is here.”

He couldn’t possibly mean… “The way to Pan?”

But Aegidius ignored him, turning instead to Tison, the creature whose very nature often rendered him speechless with fear. “Do you not smell it, too?”

“Yes,” said Tison. “Earth. The forest.”

Before them, the spider skittered further down the stone corridor. If they delayed any further, the trail would be lost to them. 

“Once we have finished our errand for Hephaestus,” said Annabeth, “then we can return for Pan, I swear it.”

“The tunnel will have gone by then,” said Aegidius, with a confidence Percy had rarely seen before. “A door such as this will not remain open for long--and I must enter it.”

“But,” she said, desperate, “the forges!”

He looked at her sadly, but firmly. “I cannot go with you this time, Annabeth.”

Percy had forgotten--Aegidius was not only his companion. He had been Annabeth’s as well. He had been responsible for seeing her safely over the magical boundary in Sigeion. But the spider was nearly out of sight, and they could not tarry any longer before the gateway to the god. “We will continue to the forges,” he decided. “Aegidius, you go on to seek Pan.”

“No!” she gasped. “It is far too dangerous. If we part ways, we might never find each other again! And I cannot let you go alone.”

It was then that Tison, gentle creature he was, put his hand on Aegidius’ shoulder. As much fear as satyrs held for cyclops, Tison, for some odd reason, held just as much, if not more, for the satyrs. They had made an amusing pair at times, two of the sweetest, kindest people Percy had ever known, cowering in fear at the other. But Tison showed no fear now. Now, he was brave. “I shall go with him.”

Percy could not believe his ears. “You will?”

He nodded. “The satyr needs help. We shall find the god of the wild--together.”

Aegidius took a deep, steadying breath. “I wish I could see this through to the end with you, but--”

“I understand,” said Percy. The search for Pan was his life’s goal, the final prize in a quest which had taken his father, his father’s father, and so many searchers before him. If he did not succeed on this journey, the Council of Cloven Elders would never give him another chance. “I pray that you are right.”

Shoulders square, suddenly possessed of a confidence Percy had rarely ever seen from him, save for when he deliberated on how keftedes paled in comparison to spanakopita, he grinned. “I know that I am.”

Percy took a heartbeat to gaze on him one last time, imprinting him in his memory--just in case. “Be careful,” he told him. Then, he looked towards Tison, and opened his arms to his half-brother, who went into them willingly, squeezing Percy so strongly his eyes just about burst from his sockets. 

Tison and Aegidius then disappeared into the darkness of the tree roots, lost to the wild. 

“This was a mistake,” said Annabeth, her voice trembling. “We should not have let them go.”

“We will see them again,” Percy replied, attempting to summon Aegidius’ confidence. “Now, come on. The spider will not wait for us any longer.”

“Do not remind me,” she said, shuddering.

Before very long, the tunnel grew warmer, the stone walls red and glowing. The air felt as though they were walking through a giant oven, as though they had been transported into one of the forges beneath the villa for Hephaestus’ children, and he supposed, in a way, that they had. The tunnel sloped down, deeper into the earth, the spider nearly tripping over itself to reach the bottom, Annabeth right behind it.

Percy jogged to catch up. “Annabeth!” he called. “A moment?”

She glanced back at him, but did not cease her quick pace, forcing Percy to match her. “Yes?”

“I have a… question,” he panted, “regarding what Hephaestus… said, about your mother.” 

“She swore never to marry,” Annabeth said, easily. Curses, Annabeth did not appear to be even remotely out of breath. He felt like such a fool compared to her, always. “She is one of the maiden goddesses, alongside Artemis and Hestia.”

Percy frowned. He had not recalled that detail about the war goddess--though, he was rather infamous for nodding off during lessons. Perhaps he had simply slept through that particular lesson. “But, if she is a maiden goddess, then--”

“How is it she came to have demigod children?”

Blushing, he nodded. 

Now, this was not at all appropriate conversation, he knew. Young boys and girls were not meant to discuss such things with each other--not yet anyway. But Percy was nearly a man, and besides, he had spent enough time with Carlos and the older boys at the agoge to pick up a few pieces of knowledge here or there. Hopefully, Annabeth would think the flush on his cheeks was due to the heat of the cavern. 

“Do you know how Athena was born?” she asked him. 

“She was born from… the head of Zeus? In armor?”

“Precisely. She was literally born from his thoughts--and thus, her children are born the same way. When Athena falls in love with a mortal partner, it is a purely intellectual affair, just as it was with Odysseus in the epic tales. Our mother says that it is the truest kind of love.”

“So,” said Percy, frowning. “Your father and Athena… you were not--”

“I was born from their minds,” she interrupted, quickly. “Sprung from the divine thoughts of my mother and the mortal ingenuity of my father. Her children are gifts, blessings on the mortals she favors.”

“But--”

She turned to him, exasperated. “Percy, the spider has nearly vanished. Do you really wish for me to explain the precise details of my birth?”

Flushing even harder, he snapped his jaw shut.

Victorious again, she smirked. “I thought not.”

Running ahead to catch their guide, Percy followed, very neatly put in his place, and not certain he would ever be able to look at his friend the same way ever again. Some things, he decided, were perhaps better left as mysteries.

After another few minutes or so, they emerged into a cavern, larger than any stadium Percy had ever seen. It felt to be five times the size of the mighty Colosseum. There was no floor, just miles of bubbling lava beneath their feet. Standing on a rock ride which encircled the cavern, Percy saw a complex, overlapping network of metal bridges spanning the width of it, meeting on a huge platform in the center which housed the largest anvil he had ever seen, a block of iron the size of a villa. Dark, strange shapes moved about them, like formless shadows, too far away to discern what manner of creature they might be. 

“We cannot sneak up on them,” said Percy, noting the distinct lack of places to hide with some despair. 

With a slight grimace, Annabeth picked up their metal guide, its form having changed to a small ball, and slipped it into a fold in her dress. “I can. Wait here.”

“Hang on--” But Percy was too late, as Annabeth put on her magical cap, a gift from her mother, and vanished from his sight. 

Percy cursed. He did not dare call after her, not willing to draw attention to her tactics, but nor did he appreciate the idea of her approaching the forge on her own. If those creatures could repel the likes of Hephaestus, what hope did Annabeth have? It was not safe. She was their leader--they could not risk her life. Percy would not risk her life. 

Alas, he could never sit still for very long. Creeping along the outer rim of the lake of molten rock, he darted from stalagmite to stalagmite as best he could, hoping to find a better vantage point. Really, Annabeth should have known better.

The heat was horrendous, heavy and oppressive. Drenched in sweat, and eyes stinging with smoke, he moved along, staying as far from the edge as was physically possible, until he found his way stopped by a large metal box, fitted on wheels. Peering inside, he saw it was full scrapped metal, bits and bobs of broken swords and lumpy shields, piled on top of one another. Nothing he could reasonably use for an extra weapon, or even some kind of defense. Making to squeeze himself around it, he suddenly heard from up ahead a voice, rough and grating, speaking an ancient language which no man alive had heard for a thousand years. 

Monsters, he knew. 

There was no time to run away, no place to hide… except for the box. Leaping inside, covering himself with a dented aspis, he curled his fingers around his father’s sword, that blade Anaklusmos, hissing as the sharp metal of his bed cut between the soft parts of his armor, biting his tongue so no curse could escape. 

With any luck, the monsters would pass him by, and he could continue along unmolested. 

That was when, of course, that the box lurched forward, pushed along by the monsters, carrying Percy along with it. Malaka! Was he about to be tipped into a smelting pot?

All around him, he heard the chatter of terrible beasts. He was not so skilled in the ancient tongue as Annabeth, but even he could recognize a few words here or there, “weapon” and “cyclopes” and “furnace,” and some names as well: Zena, hissed with scorn, Posidaota, spat with bile, and, most chillingly of all, Kronos, spoken with reverence and awe.

Percy blinked against the sudden light as his cover was removed from his person, revealing himself to the monster, who was so taken aback by his presence, that it blinked back at him in return. For a few moments, neither of them moved, so shocked were they by the other’s sudden appearance. Then, springing into action, Percy slashed upwards, dissolving the beast in a cloud of golden smoke. Snatching up another shield and leaping from his bed of spikes, he saw with his preternatural vision a small army of at least twenty monsters, black like dogs, but with sleek, shiny skin, and legs which looked to be more suited for swimming than scrambling around the rocks of Aitne.

With a hearty battle-cry and another wide swipe, he repelled the front row of these creatures, carving himself some space to jump, sprinting for the mouth of the tunnel. The monsters followed after him, baying and growling as a pack of ravenous wolves, and they would have caught him, tearing him to pieces, had they been but a little bit faster. Thinking quickly, at the top of the tunnel, Percy hurled his shield into a column, the rocks crumbling upon impact, burying the monsters and blocking off the path with a great, noisy cave-in. 

He doubted it would keep them trapped for very long. Not only that, he very much doubted that they had been the only monsters in the cavern. Percy had just announced his presence to anyone who might have been listening, destroying their chance for any sort of subtle reconnaissance.

And Annabeth was still out there, somewhere, invisible.

“Annabeth!” He yelled, running towards the platform at the center of the ocean of lava. “Annabe--!”

An invisible hand clamped over his mouth, wrestling him down behind a large, bronze cauldron. “Silence! Do you mean to have us killed?”

Arms flailing, he managed to locate her head, slipping off her cap of invisibility. She shimmered into view as an island emerging from the mist, scowling and covered in ash and grime. “It’s far too late for that,” he said, grimly. “I came upon a group of monsters, and brought the roof crashing down on them.”

Hissing curses, her hands clenched, as though she meant to strangle him, before she visibly managed to control her temper. “You said there were monsters?”

He nodded. “I know not what kind. I had thought they may have been dogs, were it not for their flippered feet and human hands, adorned with claws. They spoke of furnaces and weapons, making arms for the first Titanomachy.”

“Telkhines,” she gasped, eyes wide. “Of course! I should have known. I had wondered when I saw… well, look.” 

Together they peered over the lip of the cauldron. In the center of the platform stood four of these demons, larger than any Percy had seen before, standing at least the size of a fully grown man. Their black, scaly skin glistened in the light of the fire as they labored, sparks flying between mighty hammer strikes on a long piece of glowing, hot metal, hissing to each other in the ancient language. “What are they saying?” he whispered to her. If he could not understand them, Annabeth surely would. 

“They are talking of fusing metals,” she said, frowning. “Other than that, I--I cannot say.”

“Is that bad?”

She stared at him, incredulous. “The telkhines betrayed the gods,” she said, “for practicing dark magics. For their transgressions, Zeus banished them to Tartaros.”

“Alongside Kronos.”

She nodded. “We must return to Hephaestus at once--”

But no sooner had she spoken than a sharp, clawed hand pierced its way through the rubble of Percy’s cave-in, pushing aside the rocks which blocked its path, followed closely by its snout, teeth long and sharp and dripping with saliva. “You must return to the god,” Percy said, moving into a crouch. “Leave me here.”

“What?” she shrieked. “No! I will not leave you!”

At any other time, he would have praised her for her courage, but not now. “You must! Let me distract the monsters, and perhaps the spider can lead you back through the Labyrinth. You are the leader of this quest--you must take the message back to Hephaestus.”

“But you’ll be killed!”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, turning to face her. “As well, there is no other choice.”

She glared at him, her lips pulled back almost in a snarl worthy of one of the monsters. He knew this look of hers well--it was the one she wore whenever she considered hitting him for his foolishness. 

But rather than hit him, she did something which shocked him even more.

She grasped the collar of his tunic, pulled him close, and kissed him. “Be careful, phykios,” she murmured against his lips, breath hot. Then she put on her cap, and vanished. 

Percy couldn’t breathe, and not for the smoke. Had it not been for the lava, the monsters, the weapon, the quest, he would have been quite content to sit there all day, thinking of nothing but the softness of her mouth and the way her eyes sparkled in the firelight, unable to even recall his own name. 

A sea demon screamed, jolting him back into reality. 

The horde of monsters, freed from their prison, charged across the bridge towards him. Percy scrambled up from the ground, running for the middle of the platform, startling the large monsters so thoroughly that they dropped the red-hot blade over which they labored. It was as long as they were tall, curved like a crescent moon, its shape burning into his vision, sending shivers down his spine. 

Unfortunately for Percy, the monsters recovered quickly from their shock. Every which way he turned, his exit was blocked by a small army, surrounding him. Cutting him off. 

Raising Anaklusmos, he prayed that they could not see the blade shaking. 

“Son of Poseidon,” rasped a demon, speaking Percy’s own language now. “We are honored by your visit, fish-blood.” 

He spread his senses, casting about for an escape, but there was none. He was trapped. 

“Will you strike us down, half-blood?” asked another one. “An you try, the rest of us shall tear you to shreds.” Licking its lips, it advanced on him, claws glinting in the glow of the forge. “Perhaps we shall deliver you to your father in pieces--an omen of the horror we shall visit upon him, and all the rest of the twelve, for their betrayal.”

Annabeth would not have allowed herself to be cornered this way, but Percy was no strategist. If the gods favored him at all, they would have seen to Annabeth’s escape, leaving him to his doom. 

Was this to be his doom, he wondered? Trapped in the heart of a volcano, overrun by monsters which would use his bones to pick their teeth? 

The tallest of the demons plunged its hand into the furnace, scooping a handful of molten rock. “Let us see the might of Olympus,” it said, grinning. “Let us see how long it takes him to burn!” And it threw the lava at Percy.

Dropping his sword, he swatted at his clothes which had been set alight, as though he had merely had an unfortunate run-in with the lava trap at the agoge, but it was not nearly enough, the fire engulfing him with each passing second. At first, oddly, it had only felt warm, though it grew hotter and hotter with every heartbeat. 

“Your father’s nature protects you,” one monster sneered. “Makes you hard to burn. But not impossible, fish-blood. Not impossible.”

Later, Percy would struggle to remember the particulars. He would recall only the fire, and the pain. He would not remember how he crumpled to the floor in deepest agony, the sea demons howling in delight at his terror. 

Nor would he remember the voice of the naiad at the farm of the giant Geryon. The water is within me, she had said. 

Between waves of torment, there was a tugging sensation in his gut, calling vainly for water where there was none: not a river, nor a stream, nor even a petrified seashell. Percy called for the sea, the towering waves which could wash away villages, the currents which could destroy ships in a single blow, the endless power of the ocean, and he called for these things inside of himself, letting it loose in one terrible, horrible scream.

Fire and water collided, a typhoon of unearthly power shooting him up from the beating heart of Aitne on wings of superheated steam, peeling his skin away, another piece of flotsam flung from the earth by the force of the blast. Higher and higher he flew, further than Icarus, than Bellerophon, than Zeus himself, so high that the lord of the heavens would not be able to reach him--and then he fell, a shooting star, hurtling towards the sea which would not save him. Not this time.

#aegidius = grover btw #the marble king #perseannabeth #my fic #darkmagyk #pjo #percabeth #the rivalry ends here #marble timestamps

[snifflesthemouse]

Harry’s Blaming the Wrong People for his Genetic Trauma... Chapter Two of Lady Colin Campbell’s book reveals a lot!

         The more I listen to Lady Colin Campbell’s YouTube Channel, the more I realize how little I truly paid attention to what she was really saying in her most recent book. Lady C is a woman of high caliber. She understands better than anyone that HOW something is said matters MORE than WHAT is said. She knows how to get information out there in a way that prevents any lawsuit happy turkeys from getting litigious. There is more than one way to say something. Finding the way that says it all without saying it all… well that is an artform.

         To be honest, I believe all the answers we really want to know are woven into that book. Here recently, especially since the video about Princess Anne and the conversation had with Harry, I have noticed little clues dropped. One could almost argue that Lady C has somewhat direct information being given to her from close sources. And it is worth noting, to date there have been zero legal actions taken by the Montecito Muppets. Because of this, I have started re-reading Meghan and Harry, The Real Story. It’s important to remember I am taking this go-round literally line-by-line. This post is specifically about chapter two in the book.

         Chapter two is the chapter in which Lady Colin Campbell provides us with Harry’s and his wife’s upbringings. She draws comparisons between both spare and spouse, as well as contrasting points. When she gets to Harry’s side, the light bulb started to get juice. You see, when you consider that Lady Colin Campbell was first chosen by Diana to write the biography Andrew Morton later got tapped to pen, Lady Colin Campbell was given a unique opportunity. She was able to see who the person was behind the media image of Diana, Princess of Wales.

        She could not put aside her dignity, her responsibility of the truth, to seal that deal. Andrew Morton had no qualms with twisting truths slightly to perpetuate the Diana Saga. When you factor in Lady Colin Campbell’s knowledge on the British Royal Family, especially regarding the Queen Mother, you realize that Lady C is telling us who’s really behind the Montecito Man-Child just called Harry. Which again brings me back to the light bulb moment.

         This whole time, Harry and his wife have been hurling accusations at his family. Harry especially pointed blame toward his father, grandmother, and late grandfather for causing his “genetic pain” and trauma. But if we look at what Lady Colin Campbell writes in chapter two of the book, we learn the reality of life growing up for William and Harry. Lady C writes in chapter two that Diana would encourage the boys to go against the grain, even if that meant bucking the protocols and measures put in place to protect the Crown’s survival.

         Lady C mentions that William and Harry both were wild children with little to no rules to follow from their mother. She writes that Diana was infamous for screaming matches, throwing matches, and the peace of the home rested solely on the status of Diana’s love life. She says Charles was approving of James Hewitt, knew of their affair, and was okay with him teaching the boys how to ride horses. Diana would rotate between James Hewitt, Hasnat Kahn, and eventually Dodi. When trouble was brewing for Diana and a lover, she brought that trouble to Charles.

          Furthermore, the Queen Mother was so concerned with instilling her own influences on the future of the Crown, she was a major influence in the issues between Prince Charles and his mother, Her Majesty the Queen. Lady Colin Campbell even writes in chapter two that the Queen Mother would tell Prince Charles it isn’t his place to stand up to the mother of his children, even when she was leading her boys down a wild-child path.

           History cannot ignore the facts. Lady Colin Campbell even highlights how Diana’s own grandmother was so disgusted with how Diana was behaving and undermining the monarchy, she died before Diana and she could make amends. Her grandmother was a Lady of the Bedchamber for the Queen Mother, and she died 4 years before Diana. Her own grandmother saw through her tricks, as the Queen Mother did.

         Again, what’s my long, drawn out point? Well, just in the first half of chapter two… we learn that Charles is a hot mess because of the Queen Mother’s meddling and Diana was the one in control of how the boys were raised. As a matter of fact, Diana was known to tell the boys “do whatever you want as long as you don’t get caught”.

         Of course, I still have the rest of chapter two to finish, but I found it especially interesting that Lady C quotes the Kensington Palace chef, Darren McGrady (1993-1997) as remembering Diana telling him frequently to keep an eye out for William. She would tell him that William would manage, but Harry was an airhead like her. The exact wording on page 47 of the book says “You take care of the heir; I’ll look after the spare” (Campbell, 2020). So what does all this mean? Why does it matter? And how is THIS a light bulb moment for me?

         Well, when you consider the fact Harry and his wife repeatedly bash his own family (more so from the former lately than the latter)… and you consider the factual recollections from everyone else… you realize Harry is blaming the wrong people for his problems. He says his father and grandparents are to blame for his own pain, that his father only treated him how he was treated by his own parents. But that goes against reality and truth. Because Charles was raised differently than his siblings; mainly because of the Queen Mother favoring him. Plus, William and Harry spent far more time residing with their mother than they did their father. By the age of twelve, a child’s personality is already well-seeded and developed. Essentially, who you were around puberty is who you are now, save for the maturity gained.

         What we have here is repeated historical recollections of both women, the Queen Mother and Diana, being at the source of it all. Charles failed to step in and prevent his boys from growing up wildly misbehaved because he took more advice from the Queen Mother than his own mother and father. We have Diana constantly instilling in Harry this sense of bucking tradition and being the rebellious one. Both women had a direct hand in creating who Harry is. Both women left him rather large chunks of change when they passed. Yet… neither are blamed when Harry goes on the record? You mean to tell me, the two women who essentially gave you all of your wealth… the two women who predominately raised you to a teen… had no impact on you life nor bare some of the weight of responsibility for your issues? Just your father? Hmm.

         Why does Harry only blame his father and his grandparents? Why doesn’t he ever utter one word about his mother that is honest instead of some fanatical warped version of a distant memory? He instead hoists all the blame from his own mother and great-grandmother onto the Royal Family. Why does he never mention how his mother would have screaming matches with his father, throwing things, or how she had multiple heated affairs of her own? How she struggled with her own relationships and would gaslight his father? We hear him slant his father for cheating on his mother, but never a word about his mother cheating on his father, too.

         My whole point is Harry is comfortable blaming the people still living who cannot respond to these accusations. He is not comfortable with the truth. Why? Well, let’s face it. A lot of the affection and love people have for Harry is transference. Most people “loved” him because they loved her. They loved Harry because she loved Harry. People felt like they were serving, honoring even, Diana’s legacy by sparing Harry a harsh glance. He’s the spare, “Diana’s second son” who’s not so bright. Hey let’s give the ol’ chap a break.

         He can’t let anything get in the way of his mother’s victimhood, martyrdom, sainthood status. It tarnishes his own brand. When the world starts remembering the facts or realizing Diana wasn’t so innocent, the world stops garnering sympathy for Harry. The world isn’t as easily manipulated when they don’t feel sorry for you, remember? So, Harry’s biggest chore to date is protecting that image of the lamb taken to slaughter that he paints his mother to be. Without that, his own brand crumbles.

         Sorry again for the rambling, but it’s important to truly think and consider just how vital a role both women had and still have in Harry’s life now. Two of the biggest reasons he could just leave the Royal way of life are the Queen Mother and Diana. They are also two of the biggest influences that made life as traumatic as it was. Yet, never a word mentioned about their own responsibility in Harry’s “generic pain”. Oops, meant genetic.

[mc-critical]

Reffering to my previous ask, I just love how you paralleled Handan to Hafsa because I was thinking the exact same thing! Though I’d say they concretely differed in the sense that Hafsa always possesed more confidence and security in her status and power, though this is likely due to Hafsa living in a less stressful time period than Handan. Not only was Handan’s very powerful and very ambitious mother-in-law still alive but so was another prince that wasn’t her biological son and his mother as well (because LBR just as Kösem and Halime themselves had said, a prince without a mother isn’t nearly as much as a threat.) And not only that but Handan’s son was also a minor, never having ruled a sanjak and lacked a male heir upon his ascension to the throne. Suleiman was an adult, had experience at a sanjak and a male heir. Overall the observation in the similar character arc was a very good one, but it makes me think if Handan could have turned out more like Hafsa had her circumstances lined up better?

[The parallels between Hafsa and Handan's arcs truly are a lot with that they care the most about their personal familial relationships at the very core and they are the major reasons why they do what they do. The differences between them lie in that Hafsa actually has a country and tradition to attach to, because that's an environment she had grown up in and it automatically makes her view the state of the country and dynasty as what's most important, while with Handan we have a person who has been forcibly put into her environment and has no real bond with anything there, expect for the only thing that has come from her own blood, her own heart and soul - her son. And yup, it's important to note that Hafsa is way more confident in her power, because she has practically exercised it her whole life. All the while that amount of power is a new territory for Handan. The different circumstances and environment are key here.]

With that said, I agree that if circumstances were different, Handan may have been able to adapt a little better to the harem system. Especially if the princes could still go to sanjacks - ruling the harem in her son's sanjack would give her more breathing room and agency, because in the show, we were often made to believe that the life in sanjacks was comparatively calmer than life in Topkapi. And since the prince gets more experience in his sanjack, seeing his accomplishments would sure make the mother proud and make her ease up a little more than life in Topkapi ever would. The pressure placed by her stronger enemies would also be comparatively lesser, at least in the way she would rule the harem. There wouldn't be such a strong opposition to her power, thus Handan would get in the heels of a (future) Valide Sultan much more easily, she would have gained the experience for it and habits like bowing down to Safiye would be gone completely. She would truly get calmer and more confident, she would handle matters more smoothly and who knows, could even get more decisive as a result of her time in a sanjack. (similarly to Mahidevran's development when she went in Manisa with Mustafa - honestly, the only thing I could personally draw a comparison between her and Handan on, if we put this hypothesis into consideration, with their otherwise virtually opposite character arcs.) Maybe indeed similarly to Hafsa, due to the amount of similar experience.

On the other hand, even if we still had the sanjack rule of a prince, Handan would still be put under pressure, because the other mothers would definetly scheme against Ahmet, so there is no way she could be totally calm and these survival instincts to go away, maybe these schemes could still make her helpless and have to undergo this nightmare once again, maybe making irrational decisions to protect her son in the process, but that aside, her stay in a sanjack would still help her think about something other than how to stay alive. Hafsa also had hardships in the sanjack (see the infamous kaftan situation) and if Handan got to face those as well, she would have more time to sit and think, just like Hafsa. She would be closer to knowing what to do and that would reflect in her rule in the Topkapi castle, too.

If we imagine, along with the still lasting sanjack tradition, that Safiye and Halime weren't all that powerful, this would have lowered Handan's pressure, because they were a very major factor in it and she would stand up to them more. Or even better, if we imagine Handan being a favourite or one of the favourites of Mehmed III, just like Hafsa was a favourite of Selim I, and if Ahmet and Mehmet's relation was more similar to Selim I and Süleiman's, a chance of Handan being more like Hafsa could be even more present. Handan could be wary of Mehmed III's (hinted at least) cruel nature and be able to predict more accurately of what he could and would do and act accordingly in the sanjack. Then her fight would be different - fighting with a father's cruelty and the possibility for her son to be killed by him instead of fighting a fight of power with her rivals in a more massive scale, but yeah, that would be closer to what Hafsa experienced.

So when Handan becomes Valide, she would be closer to Hafsa, all these factors considered. Now, I don't think her attachment to the country or tradition would be as strong, because she wouldn't be nobility that is born and raised in them, but her way of exercising power could match anyway.

We have to consider whether the SOW exists or not in these different circumstances - I would say yes, because the women's power would still be on a path of evolution in one way or another - because for this amount of experience, it is possible for Handan to not only become a more similar Valide to Hafsa, but also become a part of the SOW. If Safiye and Halime still end up beinh as powerful as they normally are, it's still possible for Handan to gain more agency, if the circumstances were a little different. She would probably even become more of a force to be reckoned with, because she would be already used to assert power.

So yeah, Handan's flaws are mostly created by these wild circumstances and if we twist them a little, she could unleash her full potential, I'm certain. Because neither is she stupid, not is she as weak as many, I feel, make her out to be, it's just that she, like everyone else, is impacted by the toxic system she has to constantly be around and has dealt with pressure by more competent enemies every single day. That's not easy to handle.

#magnificent century #muhteşem yüzyıl #muhtesem yuzyil #magnificent century: kösem #magnificent century kösem #magnificent century kosem #muhteşem yuzyil kösem #muhtesem yuzyil kosem #handan sultan #ayse hafsa sultan #ask #stuffandthangs

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Why tumblr user donottearmedown/luciequeenofelfame/luciehvrondaie is an embarrassment: a Masterpost

Hi if you’re here it’s because you’ve heard that tumblr user donottearmedown is an embarrassment and you’d like to know all the details! Let me break it down. It all started with this post by @minacarstairs (Tessa (yes @minacarstairs’s name is Tessa sorry if that makes this post confusing)), in which donottearmedown originally reached out to Tessa by sending her something along the lines of “Do you ship heronstairs/herongraystairs?” And Tessa replied with something along the lines of “Yeah lmao herongraystairs rights!”

(I wanna note that Tessa was being very polite, and continues to be very polite to people who disagree with her opinions on heronstairs/herongraystairs. She even began her original conversation with dont tear me down by saying it’s a matter of personal interpretation :) it’s donottearmedown who made the conversation mean-spirited)

(Also Tessa pls correct next if I’m wrong on any of this thnx)

And then sometime later, the conversation above ensues in which donottearmedown, seemingly perfectly reasonable at first, disagrees with the ship and offers a link to look at. (She throws this link around any chance she gets. She really fucking loves this link.) I got involved because in her answer, Tessa replies back with a link from a post I made from my own blog starting back in 2018, and then continued to add to it until my account got terminated (long story). You can read through both posts and check out all the replies! But basically we realized during this interaction that donottearmedown wasn’t looking to have a friendly conversation and was, in fact, batshit crazy. They were saying some absolute brain dead shit like that people shipping heronstairs is the same as people shipping Alec x Clary. Here’s the screenshot:

donottearmedown came back the next day to reply on several of Tessa and mine’s post which she wasn’t even tagged in, such as this one, and this one that had absolutely nothing to do with her because I make that same post every year. Here’s a screenshot from my old account last year via Instagram:

(there are more posts she replied to but I can’t be bothered to look for them, I’m sure you can find them on their blog if you can spare the braincells)

Racism by donottearmedown:

So, Tessa received this anon which tipped us off to some of the other tomfoolery on donottearmedown’s blog. We decided to look for ourselves and lo and behold, here’s the post of donottearmedown accusing Cassandra Clare of having a “Chinese kink” for writing Jessa:

Which, first of all, makes no sense because there’s like 2 Chinese characters in TSC total. If anything CC has a straight white boy kink lmao. But by saying this she was basically implying that the ONLY way Tessa (book!Tessa), or anybody who loves Jem, can love him is if they have a “Chinese kink”. Which donottearmedown can’t seem to be able to understand is an incredibly racist thing to say and think.

They also reblogged this BLM link and proceeded to tag it with absolute nonsense like “#smoke weed #lose weight #wessa”. I don’t know if her intentions were to mock the BLM movement but I still found this to be so incredibly disrespectful and tone deaf.

I also feel like I should mention this ask sent to Tessa in which donottearmedown implies she ~could be~ Asian, but it’s “none of her business anyways” (as if being Asian would absolve anyone of being racist akjsksjsj), but based on the fact that she has a track record of lying and pretending to be a person she’s not (as you will soon see :)) I call bullshit lmao:

I think that was the last of our interactions until today? Tessa and I were distracted because we have, you know, real lives.

But anyway, that brings us to today.

donottearmedown started replying to posts from mine and Tessa’s blogs which she wasn’t tagged in, again, and made several days ago. This one literally wasn’t even about her, it was about someone else that had engaged with one of Tessa’s posts. I made that post over a week ago and had already forgotten about it, but clearly donottearmedown never stops thinking about us 😳

NOW I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THIS POST SPECIFICALLY.

Why? Because donottearmedown and luciequeenofelfame (now luciehervndaie) interacted on this post, as 2 seperate entities. luciequeenofelfame had also interacted with Tessa and I’s original posts at the beginning of June (you can check the replies on the posts!) coming to donottearmedown’s defense, and praising her for her opinions and other shit like that.

Here’s the screenshot. As you can see here, luciehervndaie reblogs from donottearmedown and adds on to their opinion:

Now here’s the kicker: donottearmedown and luciehervndaie are the same person.

As in, this bitch literally made up a second blog so that she can pretend to be someone else agreeing with her own opinions and cheering herself on.

Here’s the proof:

I made this post calling out donottearmedown on their racism. I didn’t bother tagging her in the original post because I knew she was stalking my blog and would see it eventually anyway. 😌 And they took the bait, as you can see.

AND THEN I got the notification that luciequeenofelfame had replied to my post. Here’s the reply:

Now here’s where donottearmedown/luciequeenofelfame made an oopsie! 😳

Notice where luciequeenofelfame says “1. I didn’t delete it lmao”. She’s responding to my tags on this post where I’m calling out donottearmedown on her racist post, and my tags read:

“#the fact you went and deleted this post because you KNEW you were about to get slammed #comedy”

(context: @wilhelminacarstairs looked on donottearmedown’s blog recently looking for the post I screenshotted in the link above, and he couldn’t find it so I assumed she deleted it so that I wouldn’t call her out on it. Although she claims she didn’t delete it, so! Maybe it’s still up! Feel free to look for it and let me know lmao)

Now, in the tags I am obviously talking to donottearmedown, correct? So then why is luciequeenofelfame replying that she didn’t delete anything? 🤔 AND JUST AS IM ABOUT TO REPLY-

Wow, looks like I can’t reblog the post. Why? Because luciequeenofelfame has deleted it, and then IMMEDITALY changed her url to luciehvrondaie, hoping it would cover her tracks. Little does she know, tumblr notifications are forever:

As you can see, donottearmedown/luciequeenofelfame/luciehervndaie realized they made an oopsie, so she deleted her first response and posted it again from the blog she actually MEANT to post it from. Damn if only she knew that @minacarstairs @wilhelminacarstairs and I keep screenshots of e v e r y t h i n g :/ Then she might have gotten away with it! 😩

But yeah lmao here are the posts I made about it immeditaly afterwards calling her out on it because I thought it was funny: X X X X

She defends herself on some of them saying shit like “wow so I’m just making up blogs for support wessa? The majority of the fandom supports Wessa so I’m all of those blogs according to you? I’m thousands of people?!” Or just trying to change the topic back to heronstairs and ignoring the allegations altogether. Like, no luv we’re not saying you’re every single Wessa blog ever. We’re just saying you’re these 2, and we’re right lmao. If you look through both their blogs they also post about the same fandoms, and more damning, make a lot of the same spelling errors. Seriously their speech pattern is exactly the same. Feel free to look through them if you want, and if they don’t start mass-deleting post trying to cover their tracks.

BONUS:

I don’t know how true this is, but according to @fair-but-wilde-child on this ask, donottearmedown is ALSO the infamous twitter stan that complained to CC about TLH having too many gay characters.

EXTRA BONUS:

luciequeenofelfame/luciehvrondaie (donottearmedown’s second account 😌) is the account responsible for that wessa vs jessa comparison chart that went around a while ago LMAOOOOOOOO embarrassing

tl;dr: donottearmedown/luciequeenofelfame/luciehvrondaie is a biphobic racist who’s opinions are so bad she has to make a second account to agree with herself

🥺 tragic

Also I wanna say for the record, as @minacarstairs ans @wilhelminacarstairs will testify, I guessed a while ago these accounts were the same person when I noticed their speech patterns were eerily similar, and how luciequeenofelfame always seemed to reply to donottearmedown’s posts IMMEDITATELY after they were posted. 

So the lesson for today? Cinthia is always right. 😤

#WHEW this took a while but here u go #feel free to scroll back through my blog and see the posts #also ive tagged almost everything from these interactions with her url #donottearmedown #replies #bidrewtanaka #long post

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Michael After Midnight: “Pregnant Pussy” by UGK

[TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE, PEDOPHILIA, ETC. NOT SAFE FOR WORK, NOT SAFE FOR LIFE. THE SUBJECT OF THIS REVIEW IS A SONG FEATURING EXTREMELY DEPRAVED LYRICAL CONTENT.  PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

 In the year 2010, A Serbian Film was released. The movie is something I refuse to ever watch or review, and for very good reason: the film is unrepentantly bleak, miserable and, oh yeah, it features an infamous scene involving, as the movie describes it, “newborn porn,” where a newborn baby is raped onscreen. As I’m sure you can imagine, I (and anyone who enjoys keeping the contents of their stomach firmly within said organ) really do not think baby fucking is alright. But of course, no one could possibly ever come up with something more depraved than this, right?

Well, I wish I could say that, but almost two decades before that twisted movie, the rap duo UGK (comprised of members Pimp C and Bun B) managed to one-up that fucked up shit. 

The early 90s was a wild time for rap music, where violent, edgy gangster rap and the most ludicrous, over-the-top shit thrived. Look at some of the early work by rappers like Snoop Dogg or Eminem, with the cartoonish, boundary-pushing violence and offensive lyrical content. This was the norm. But UGK, most famous for guest starring in Jay-Z’s “Big Pimpin,” went one step beyond everyone else on their Banned EP. On said EP was a song called “Pregnant Pussy,” a song so absolutely fucked up and depraved it would probably give GG Allin pause.

I am going to go line by line of this song and dissect the sheer depravity of this be-all end-all of edgy, offensive humor. This is your last chance. You can still walk away.

The song begins almost normally, with a slow buildup to the music, but as soon as the main instrumental hits we are slapped in the face with the chorus, which unfortunately is one of the tames lyrics in the entire song:

Pregnant pussy is the best you can get Fucking a bitch while her baby sucking dick

So hopefully you can see the problem here. The problem is that Bun B and Pimp C have a crucial misunderstanding of how pregnancy works. Also they’re pedophiles I guess. This line is repeated a couple of times to let it really sink in, let it really hit you what exactly is being sung, to the point where you might not even notice the line that closes out this opening chorus:

I got your fat pregnant bitch in my waterbed And I'm 'bout to bust a nut on your little baby's head

To be fair, this one is kind of tame in comparison.

Now for our first verse, Pimp C takes the mic and comes in strong!

I guess you can call me a family man Cause I care for bitches' babies every chance that I can

As we are about to find out, no. We can’t call Pimp C a family man. We should not even allow him near babies, and here’s why:

I don't give 'em clothes, or diapers and shit But I like to feed they babies with my big black dick

This is actually a running theme with this song. I’m not simply talking about the rappers and their desire to get fellated by unborn babies, I’m talking about how they casually drop lines like that before switching to stuff that’s comparatively normal and even tame (or tame by the standards of a song about getting blowjobs from fetuses).

Like, look at the lines immediately after the above:

Cause I'ma tell you if you didn't know You ain't did shit 'til you fucked a pregnant hoe The pussy is hotter, it's got a extra kick It feel like hot potato pie around your dick Sometimes I swing high, sometimes I swing low Sometimes I like to fuck a pregnant bitch on my floor Hit it kinda hard, and speed it up fast Fuck her 'til she get the cherry blisters on her ass

It’s filthy and extreme, yes, but this is honestly the sort of horny, crass shit you’d expect from a rap song like this. This is normal, this is... well, “good” is a bit of a strong word, but you know, I’ll take it. Of course, immediately after those lines we get hit with this:

Cause if she expecting, I can satisfy And at the same time, give her kid a pacifier And I love it when I bust that old nut Cause I know that her baby's just gon' lick it all up

This is why we can’t have nice things.

The second verse has Bun B, the other half of UGK, step up to the mic and he delivers more comparatively normal, raunchy, old school rap sentiment:

Ain't no pussy like one impregnated A pussy made for nutting in, I could never hate it A swoll pussy hole is the best on earth And a big dick helps make an easy childbirth I love the big titties but I hate the taste of milk And a bigger, fatter ass on my dick is smooth as silk

Like yeah, this is vulgar and all, but this is pretty good. In their own weird rapper way, they’re showing love for pregnant women, and who says pregnant women shouldn’t get a rap song about how sexy and desirable they are? Maybe this is a turning point for the song, maybe from here things get bet--

Now if she got a boy, it ain't fun But if she got a girl, then it's two pussies for the price of one

The more I listen to this song, the more I feel like these two are just joking, but... why tell this kind of joke? I can’t deny this is funny in a shock humor kind of way, like “Jesus Christ why the fuck are these guys talking about cumming on unborn babies?” but it’s such a fleeting feeling. 

Eventually as I listen to the song more and more I become desensitized to the shock and it just leaves me wondering why they thought this was a good idea to record? Did they just decide to go to the most repulsive extreme possible so that no one else ever would?

Once again the song seems like it’s going to be normal. We get like one normal rhyme this time, and then we’re hit with this:

I'm fucking all over the womb Now I move your baby to the side so I can get a little room

This song is pretty definitive proof as to why God no longer speaks with us.

I love to fuck them pregnant hoes Your baby's sneezing out nuts because I bust one in his nose So when your little child is born I bet the motherfucker tell you pregnant pussy got it going on

So, this part here is interesting. We’ve now heard from Pimp C and Bun B, we’ve heard both of them talk about how they love fucking pregnant women and indulging in their weird unborn pedophilia fetish, and that last line is delivered with the exact sort of tone you’d expect from a song wrapping up. It’s followed by the chorus and you think “Sweet fuck, they can’t go any further, can they? This has to be it. They dropped the fucking title in a verse, that’s it, they’re done.”

Sorry to disappoint you, but we live in a cruel, uncaring world.

You see, fuckin' pregnant pussy is simple All you gotta do is hope the baby think your dickhead is a nipple And if the cum snatcha stimulate my sack He just might get a fat load of Similac And if he start kicking, I'ma keep sticking Go a little deeper, give his bad ass a whipping Within nine months, I can hit it late or sooner It's me, Miss Jones, and Mr. Jones Junior And once I get the bitch in the raw Me and her kid can have a nice ménage à trois So believe I ain't kicking no bullshit Cause pregnant pussy is the best you can get

So yes, Pimp C drops this final, nightmarish verse, and then the chorus plays us out.

So, what do I think of the song? What was the point of all this? Is there enough bleach in the world to get this song out of your head?

Well, I think this song is utterly repulsive... but also rather fascinating. It makes songs like Eminem’s “Kim,” which is a six-minute murder fantasy where Em slaughters the titular woman, a six year old, and her boyfriend look incredibly tame. The lyrical content is just a non-stop pedophilic nightmare that goes beyond edgy humor and just leaves you feeling gross and uncomfortable.

But it’s just... fascinating because of that. This shit right here isn’t just a trainwreck. This is a train genocide. Pimp C and Bun B rounded up good taste, lined it up against the wall, and executed it with extreme prejudice. I almost don’t want to get mad, or offended, or disgusted at this, because I feel like if I do the boys of UGK win. The more I listen to this, the more I feel like this is just the ultimate troll song, sputing the most utterly repulsive lyrics one could ever conceive of just to garner a reaction. And I mean, it works.

Frankly, like or hate this song. Either reaction is understandable. I don’t know if this song can even be measured in metrics like “good” or “bad,” it’s just so beyond the realms of good taste, regular taste, human sensation...This shit right here is the sort of thing that almost tanked James Gunn’s career, and somehow these two went on to rap alongside the man Jay-Z himself. Is there any justice in this world? No, no there isn’t, not even a little bit.

But there is pregnant pussy. And I guess that’s something. 

#Michael After Midnight #Review #song review #UGK #Pregnant Pussy #Banned #Not Safe For Life

[taylorswifthongkong]

Aaron Dessner confirms: folklore is Taylor Swift’s goth record. Or, at least, it’s her most gothic record. It’s also a few other things, depending on your mood: an unofficial Big Red MachineDessner and Bon Iver’s Justin Vernon started Big Red Machine in 2008 as a loose musical collaboration. They released their official self-titled debut LP in 2018, and this year released “No Time For Love Like Now” with Michael Stipe. collaboration (Big RED Machine); a spiritual companion to The National’s 2019 album I Am Easy To Find, specifically its accompanying Mike Mills film, also shot in black-and-white and emphasizing a more natural setting; or just Swift’s attempt at a headphone record, one that, even if you don’t buy into the Taylor Swift mythology, rewards multiple listens as you pick up on all the intricacies of each song and realize wow, this is where the In Rainbows influence comes in. Dessner is the one to thank for all these little details.

The National multi-instrumentalist spoke to Vulture over the phone from upstate New York a few hours after the surprise release of Swift’s eighth studio album. (“A pretty wild ride,” he admits, sounding tired yet happy.) He was clear that he can’t speak on behalf of Swift’s lyrics, much like he can’t for The National frontman Matt Berninger’s either, or the thinking behind Jack Antonoff’s songs. (Here’s a cheat sheet: Jack’s songs soar, Aaron’s glide.) But Dessner was game to speak to his specific contributions, influences, and own interpretations of each song on folklore, a record you can sum up by two words that came up often during our conversation: nostalgic and wry.

“the 1″

“the 1” and “hoax,” the first song and the last song, were the last songs we did. The album was sort of finished before that. We thought it was complete, but Taylor then went back into the folder of ideasMany of Dessner’s songs started from him sending files of sketches from a folder of ideas to Swift, who then replied with updated files of her ideas and additions. Swift also would start some songs by sending voice memos to Dessner, who would then flesh them out or write music to it. Dessner would also send files to his brother, Bryce, and other collaborators to flesh out the music; he sums up the process as “sending files around.” that I had shared. I think in a way, she didn’t realize she was writing for this album or a future something. She wrote “the 1,” and then she wrote “hoax” a couple of hours later and sent them in the middle of the night. When I woke up in the morning, I wrote her before she woke up in LA and said, “These have to be on the record.” She woke up and said, “I agree” [laughs] These are the bookends, you know?

It’s clear that “the 1” is not written from her perspective. It’s written from another friend’s perspective. There’s an emotional wryness and rawness, while also to this kind of wink in her eyes. There’s a little bit of her sense of humor in there, in addition to this kind of sadness that exists both underneath and on the surface. I enjoy that about her writing.

The song [began from] the voice memo she sent me, and then I worked on the music some and we tracked her vocals, and then my brotherOn bringing in fellow The National member, Bryce Dessner: “My brother lives in France and that’s where he and his family were in lockdown. I would send songs to Bryce for him to add orchestration, and then he would send them back. He would compose to them and then I would have people record them over here remotely.” added orchestration. There are a few other little bits, but basically that was one of the very last things we did.

THE MEANING OF FOLKLORE

We didn’t talk about it at first. It was only after writing six or seven songs, basically when I thought my writing was done, when we got on the phone and said, “OK, I think we’re making an album. I have these six other ideas that I love with Jack [Antonoff] that we’ve already done, and I think what we’ve done fits really well with them.” It’s sort of these narratives, these folkloric songs, with characters that interweave and are written from different perspectives. She had a vision, and it was connecting back in some way to the folk tradition, but obviously not entirely sonically. It’s more about the narrative aspect of it.

I think it’s this sort of nostalgia and wistfulness that is in a lot of the songs. A lot of them have this kind of longing for looking back on things that have happened in your life, in your friend’s life, or another loved one’s life, and the kind of storytelling around that. That was clear to her. But then we kept going, and more and more songs happened.

It was a very organic process where [meaning] wasn’t something that we really discussed. It just kind of would happen where she would dive back into the folder and find other things that were inspiring. Or she and William BoweryDessner explains of the one unknown name who pops up in the folklore credits: “William Bowery is who she wrote ‘exile’ with, and ‘betty.’ He’s a singer-songwriter.” would write “exile,” and then that happened. There were different stages of the process.

Okay, but is it A24-core? [Laughs.] Good comparison.

“cardigan’”

That’s the first song we wrote [in early May]. After Taylor asked if I would be interested in writing with her remotelyOn folklore being recorded somewhat on-the-fly: “I prefer records when they have an element where the paint is still wet. We’re allowing some paint to be human and raw, so [collaborations were] not hired out too much. That was important to me, and that was important to her, too. That is definitely different from her past records.” and working on songs, I said, “Are you interested in a certain kind of sound?” She said, “I’m just interested in what you do and what you’re up to. Just send anything, literally anything, it could be the weirdest thing you’ve ever done,” so I sent a folder of stuff I had done that I was really excited about recently. “cardigan” was one of those sketches; it was originally called “Maple.” It was basically exactly what it is on the record, except we added orchestration later that my brother wrote.

I sent [the file] at 9 p.m., and around 2 a.m. or something, there was “cardigan,” fully written. That’s when I realized something crazy was happening. She just dialed directly into the heart of the music and wrote an incredible song and fully conceived of it and then kept going. It harkens back to lessons learned, or experiences in your youth, in a really beautiful way and this sense of longing and sadness, but ultimately, it’s cathartic. I thought it was a perfect match for the music, and how her voice feels. It was kind of a guide. It had these lower register parts, and I think we both realized that this was a bit of a lightning rod for a lot of the rest of the record.

THE NATIONAL’S INFLUENCE ON SWIFT:

She said that she’s a fan of the emotion that’s conveyed in our music. She doesn’t often get to work with music that is so raw and emotional, or melodic and emotional, at the same time. When I sent her the folder, that was one of the main feelings. She said, “What the fuck? How do you just have that?” [laughs] I was humbled and honored because she just said, “It’s a gift, and I want to write to all of this.” She didn’t write to all of it, but a lot of it, and relatively quickly.

She is a fan of the band, and she’s a fan of Big Red Machine. She’s well aware of the sentiment of it and what I do, but she didn’t ask for a certain kind of thing. I know that the film [I Am Easy To Find] has really affected her, and she’s very much in love with that film and the record. Maybe it’s subconsciously been an influence.

“the last great american dynasty”

I wrote that after we’d been working for a while. It was an attempt to write something attractive, more uptempo and kind of pushing. I also was interested in this almost In Rainbows-style latticework of electric guitars. They come in and sort of pull you along, kind of reminiscent of Big Red Machine. It was very much in this sound world that I’ve been playing around with, and she immediately clicked with that. Initially I was imagining these dreamlike distant electric guitars and electronics but with an element of folk. There’s a lot going on in that sense. I sent it before I went on a run, and when I got back from the run, that song was thereJust how fast of a songwriter is Taylor? Dessner marvels, “It’s almost like a song would come out like a lightning bolt. It’s exhilarating. The shared focus, the clarity of her ideas, and the way she structures things, it’s all there. But I think she works really hard when she’s working, and then she tweaks. She keeps going, so sometimes things would evolve or change. By the time she actually sings it, she’s really inside of it. She doesn’t do very many vocal takes before she nails it.” [laughs].

She told me the story behind it, which sort of recounts the narrative of Rebekah Harkness, whom people actually called Betty. She was married to the heir of Standard Oil fortune, married into the Harkness family, and they bought this house in Rhode Island up on a cliff. It’s kind of the story of this woman and the outrageous parties she threw. She was infamous for not fitting in, entirely, in society; that story, at the end, becomes personal. Eventually, Taylor bought that house. I think that is symptomatic of folklore, this type of narrative song. We didn’t do very much to that either.

“exile” (ft. Bon Iver)

Taylor and William Bowery, the singer-songwriter, wrote that song initially together and sent it to me as a sort of a rough demo where Taylor was singing both the male and female parts. It’s supposed to be a dialogue between two lovers. I interpreted that and built the song, played the piano, and built around that template. We recorded Taylor’s vocals with her singing her parts but also the male parts.

We talked a lot about who she thought would be perfect to sing, and we kept coming back to Justin [Vernon]. Obviously, he’s a dear friend of mine and collaboratorSo, is folklore secretly a new Big Red Machine album? Dessner coyly offers, “I mean, you might not be far off the truth there, but I think I won’t say more.”. I said, “Well, if he’s inspired by the song, he’ll do it, and if not, he won’t.” I sent it to him and said, “No pressure at all, literally no pressure, but how do you feel about this?” He said, “Wow.” He wrote some parts into it also, and we went back and forth a little bit, but it felt like an incredibly natural and safe collaboration between friends. It didn’t feel like getting a guest star or whatever. It was just like, well, we’re working on something, and obviously he’s crazy talented, but it just felt right. I think they both put so much raw emotion into it. It’s like a surface bubbling. It’s believable, you know? You believe that they’re having this intense dialogue.

With other people I had to be secretive, but with Justin, because he was going to sing, I actually did send him a version of the song with her vocals and told him what I was up to. He was like, “Whoa! Awesome!” But he’s been involved in so many big collaborative things that he wasn’t interested in it from that point of view. It’s more because he loved the song and he thought he could do something with it that would add something.

“my tears ricochet”

This is one of my absolute favorite songs on the record. I think it’s a brilliant composition, and Taylor’s words, the way her voice sounds and how this song feels, are, to me, one of the critical pieces. It’s lodged in my brain. That’s also very important to Taylor and Jack. It’s like a beacon for this record.

“mirrorball”

“mirrorball” is, to me, a hazy sort of beautiful. It almost reminds me of ‘90s-era Cardigans, or something like Mazzy Star. It has this kind of glow and haze. It feels really good before “seven,” which becomes very wistful and nostalgic. There are just such iconic images in the lyrics [“Spinning in my highest heels”], which aren’t coming to me at the moment because my brain is not working [laughs].

HOW JACK ANTONOFF’S FOLKORE SONGS DIFFER FROM DESSNER’S

I think we have different styles, and we weren’t making them together or in the same room. We both could probably come closer together in a sense that weirdly works. It’s like an archipelago, and each song is an island, but it’s all related. Taylor obviously binds it all together. And I think Jack, if he was working with orchestrations, there’s an emotional quality to his songs that’s clearly in the same world as mine.

We actually didn’t have a moodboard for the album at all. I don’t think that way. I don’t really know if she does either. I don’t think Jack … well, Jack might, but when I say the Cardigans or Mazzy Star, those aren’t Jack’s words about “mirrorball,” it’s just what calls to mind for me. Mainly she talked about emotion and to lean into it, the nostalgia and wistfulness, and the kind of raw, meditative emotion that I often kind of inhabit that I think felt very much where her heart was. We didn’t shy away from that.

“seven”

This is the second song we wrote. It’s kind of looking back at childhood and those childhood feelings, recounting memories and memorializing them. It’s this beautiful folk song. It has one of the most important lines on the record: “And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.” That’s what this album is doing. It’s passing down. It’s memorializing love, childhood, and memories. It’s a folkloric way of processing.

“august”

This is maybe the closest thing to a pop song. It gets loud. It has this shimmering summer haze to it. It’s kind of like coming out of “seven” where you have this image of her in the swing and she’s seven years old, and then in “august” I think it feels like fast-forwarding to now. That’s an interesting contrast. I think it’s just a breezy, sort of intoxicating feeling.

“this is me trying”

“this is me trying,” to me, relates to the entire album. Maybe I’m reading into it too much from my own perspective, but [I think of] the whole album as an exercise and working through these stories, whether personal or old through someone else’s perspective. It’s connecting a lot of things. But I love the feeling in it and the production that Jack did. It has this lazy swagger.

“illicit affairs”

This feels like one of the real folk songs on the record, a sharp-witted narrative folk song. It just shows her versatility and her power as a songwriter, the sharpness of her writing. It’s a great song.

“invisible string”

That was another one where it was music that I’d been playing for a couple of months and sort of humming along to her. It felt like one of the songs that pulls you along. Just playing it on one guitar, it has this emotional locomotion in it, a meditative finger-picking pattern that I really gravitate to. It’s played on this rubber bridge that my friend put on [the guitar] and it deadens the strings so that it sounds old. The core of it sounds like a folk song.

It’s also kind of a sneaky pop song, because of the beat that comes in. She knew that there was something coming because she said, “You know, I love this and I’m hearing something already.” And then she said, “This will change the story,” this beautiful and direct kind of recounting of a relationship in its origin.

“mad woman”

That might be the most scathing song on folklore. It has a darkness that I think is cathartic, sort of witch-hunting and gaslighting and maybe bullying. Sometimes you become the person people try to pin you into a corner to be, which is not really fair. But again, don’t quote me on that [laughs], I just have my own interpretation. It’s one of the biggest releases on the album to me. It has this very sharp tone to it, but sort of in gothic folklore. It’s this record’s goth song.

“epiphany”

For “epiphany,” she did have this idea of a beautiful drone, or a very cinematic sort of widescreen song, where it’s not a lot of accents but more like a sea to bathe in. A stillness, in a sense. I first made this crazy drone which starts the song, and it’s there the whole time. It’s lots of different instruments played and then slowed down and reversed. It created this giant stack of harmony, which is so giant that it was kind of hard to manage, sonically, but it was very beautiful to get lost in. And then I played the piano to it, and it almost felt classical or something, those suspended chords.

I think she just heard it, and instantly, this song came to her, which is really an important one. It’s partially the story of her grandfather, who was a soldier, and partially then a story about a nurse in modern times. I don’t know if this is how she did it, but to me, it’s like a nurse, doctor, or medical professional, where med school doesn’t fully prepare you for seeing someone pass away or just the difficult emotional things that you’ll encounter in your job. In the past, heroes were just soldiers. Now they’re also medical professionals. To me, that’s the underlying mission of the song. There are some things that you see that are hard to talk about. You can’t talk about it. You just bear witness to them. But there’s something else incredibly soothing and comforting about this song. To me, it’s this Icelandic kind of feel, almost classical. My brother did really beautiful orchestration of it.

“betty”

This one Taylor and William wrote, and then both Jack and I worked on it. We all kind of passed it around. This is the one where Taylor wanted a reference. She wanted it to have an early Bob Dylan, sort of a Freewheelin’ Bob DylanBob Dylan’s second LP, released in 1963, features some of his most stripped-down acoustic folk songs, with plenty of harmonica. To this day, its lyrics still cause debate. The album’s famous cover, shot in New York on Jones St., is one block away from Cornelia Street. feel. We pushed it a little more towards John Wesley Harding, since it has some drums. It’s this epic narrative folk song where it tells us a long story and connects back to “cardigan.” It starts to connect dots and I think it’s a beautifully written folk song.

Is ‘betty” queer canon?

I can’t speak to what it’s about. I have my own ideas. I also know where Taylor’s heart is, and I think that’s great anytime a song takes on greater meaning for anyone.

Is William Bowery secretly Joe Alwyn?

I don’t know. We’re close, but she won’t tell me that. I think it’s actually someone else, but it’s good to have some mysteries.

“peace”

I wrote this, and Justin provided the pulse. We trade ideas all the time and he made a folder, and there was a pulse in there that I wrote these basslines to. In the other parts of the composition, I did it to Justin’s pulse. Taylor heard this sketch and she wrote the song. It reminds me of Joni Mitchell, in a way — there’s this really powerful and emotional love song, even the impressionistic, almost jazz-like bridge, and she weaves it perfectly together. This is one of my favorites, for sure. But the truth is that the music, that way of playing with harmonized basslines, is something that probably comes a little bit from me being inspired by how Justin does that sometimes. There’s probably a connection there. We didn’t talk too much about it [laughs].

“hoax”

This is a big departure. I think she said to me, “Don’t try to give it any other space other than what feels natural to you.” If you leave me in a room with a piano, I might play something like this. I take a lot of comfort in this. I think I imagined her playing this and singing it. After writing all these songs, this one felt the most emotional and, in a way, the rawest. It is one of my favorites. There’s sadness, but it’s a kind of hopeful sadness. It’s a recognition that you take on the burden of your partners, your loved ones, and their ups and downs. That’s both “peace” and “hoax” to me. That’s part of how I feel about those songs because I think that’s life. There’s a reality, the gravity or an understanding of the human condition.

DOES TAYLOR EXPLAIN HER LYRICS?

She would always talk about it. The narrative is essential, and kind of what it’s all about. We’d always talk about that upfront and saying that would guide me with the music. But again, she is operating at many levels where there are connections between all of these songs, or many of them are interrelated in the characters that reappear. There are threads. I think that sometimes she would point it out entirely, but I would start to see these patterns. It’s cool when you see someone’s mind working.

“the lakes”

That’s a Jack song. It’s a beautiful kind of garden, or like you’re lost in a beautiful garden. There’s a kind of Greek poetry to it. Tragic poetry, I guess.

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