#thats what he ends up looking like till it balances out

[betweenblackberrybranches]

I'm really intrigued by your automaton au. What's the origin of the hatred with witches? How did it start? What was it like during Sun and Moon's time serving the king? How is it now in Y/N's time?

Also, how did Sun and Moon end up in Y/N's relative's care? Is the body their in Moon's or Sun's (cause of the cracked head)? Was Y/N's relative part of the witch hunts or is he just some crackpot collecting magical junk?

Anyway, hope you get better! And thanks for this au, it's really cool.

Hi so thats a lot of questions you have there, i have mentioned some of that stuff in older posts but ill answer some of them for everyone who doesnt want to dig around for older posts.

So whats up with the hatred for witches? For that we need a small crash course

So the whole world of the automaton au is permiated by magic, its everywhere and in everything.

witches are the link between the old ones and the humans, they have been around forever. Every human can technically become a witch, though some are more naturally talented. The only real prerequisite is that one has to get along with atleast one of the old ones.

The magic of witches is directly tied to the old ones. There isnt really a rule to how because it really depends on the individual witch and the old ones and their ralationship but one thing is always the same, its a give and take situation.

And then there are wizards who developed from a fringe group of witches who tried to amplify their own magical powers without the help of the old ones. Over the centuries that fringe group started to get more and more political power. Turns out people rather just have power without having to also give something in return.

Well the Wizards started to go to war against the old ones and the witches whos purpose it is to keep balance between the humans and the old ones became enemies of the wizards. The wizards started campeighning against witches, calling them traitors of humankind for working alongside the old ones. That escalated until witch hunts became a thing.

Though all this only happened in the "developed" lands which the wizards had fully cleared of old ones (so only around the bigger cities and the capital). And with wizards having a big political power the hatred for witches became the norm around the "developed" lands witch witch burnings happening till a few decades ago. Now witches are still hunted and looked down upon but its less of an immidiat danger to be in the "developed" lands as a witch (still wouldnt reccomend it tho)

How did the guys end up in Y/Ns granduncles hands?

Well at some point Moon kind of went mad killed the ruler that made Sun kill their lover. It was a few years after that had happened tho. In that time the guy had made both of them be in the front line of witch hunting, they had worked as old ones hunters before for other rulers but humans was a whole other thing. Especally because they started executing whole families of witches children included. So yea Moon ripped that guy apart and they got decomissioned. But for some odd (spoilery) reason they were not destroyed but sealed and thrown into a lake on the palace grounds, never to surface again. Until they did resurface around a hundred years later(by that point the palace had been rebuild and the lake didnt belong to the palace grounds anymore), got found by a junk collector and got sold around as antiques for a while untill falling into Y/Ns granduncles hands who kept them for a few years before dying. So yea.

Is their body Suns or Moons?

Its Moons. Sun exploded himself out of grief and despair so yea they are in Moons body but the peple putting Sun in there also installed his rays into Moons head for the aesthetic, Moon didnt have those before. (Im just gonna say this now, they are one being anyways they were allways tethered together even when they didnt have the same body they could comunicate through a shared link. There is a reason for that but its highly spoilery)

Was Y/Ns granduncle part of witch hunts?

Yes he was. The audacity of that guy, really. He even ratted out one of his older aunts to the authorities when he was young. Luckily at that point they had stopped executing whole families for having a witch in them and most witches in the borderlands were just ignored. But that aunt lived stealthily in the "developed" lands and she was taken in and never seen again. So yea that guy worked for the wizard councel and was actually a quite important guy he deffinetly was majorly involved in witch hunts when they still were a thing.

(At the same time some of Y/Ns relatives swear that Y/Ns granduncle actually protected his family and or witches in general against witch hunts, but probably thats just wishfull thinking on their part, not being able to belive that the guy would be so cruel)

#i ramble #ask #automaton au #wow thats a lot of text #if you see glaring grammatical errors no you didnt #i am already dyslexic and also sick so i would be surprised if there werent like a hundred super embaracing errors in there #it be like that #get yous lore yall #fresh looore #banging pans and pots together

[localcryptidinthewoods]

what songs do you associate with each of the Divine Warriors?

i have playlists for all of them but i’m only gonna use the ones that remind me of them the most (and a reason why)

also i do talk about cannibalism and some other gruesome + toxic stuff in this post so read at ur own discretion :3

Irene - Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives. Like I mentioned in my last post, Irene is fucked up, and she knows it. She knows the things she does are not okay and down right awful in some cases, she knows shes not a sweet girl like many thinks she is, and she dosent care. Shes a walking red flag telling you shes a red flag. I feel like everytime she meets someone that she gets intrested in (example, the divine warriors) she always comments how she will ruin them if they stay, warning them of who she really is but they never really lisent till it’s too late.

enki - Cassandra by Florence + The Machine. Enki is full of tragedy, thats not even a question. She exists in the cursed form that he is in order to pay for her mothers sins of cannabalism. Not only that but Enki has the ability of being able to look into the future aka being an oracle. No one believes Enki because they(the mass populace of where he lives) think of them as a monster born of evil. Enki has these haunting visions of the darkness in the world, the good, the bad, and no one belives them because of the fact they were cursed. The entire song is just so aaugh and reminds me on Enki so much.

shad - I, Carrion (Icarion) by Hozier. Shad in my rewrite has been becoming a very melancholic person. Someone who wants and longs but cannot give in to those feelings. Someone who is curious from a place of genuine intrest, unlike irenes often cruel curiosity. The song is a love song, its about finding someone who seems to change the world for you, in Shads case it being Irene and then the divine warriors, and wanting to lean on that feeling but knowing that you could also fall because of it, but willingly to balance both possibilities and taking the risk, which is when the start of Shads ‘downfall’ starts, with taking the risk for the sake of love.

esmund - Wait by the River by Lord Huron. from the start of the song, it talks about waiting for someone till you are dead and gone. Esmund is an incredibly loyal man, he lisents to orders and obeys them because of the love he has for the divine warriors. They are his family now. In my rewrite he gets asked to stay behind and protect some people, and he does, but the only person who comes back is Enki.

kul’zak - rule #14 - Fiddler’s Heart. Kul’Zak is, ofcourse, a nomad. He’s never really settled down anymore, not even after he first met irene. The two of them would travel from place to place, Kul’Zak playing his fiddle and instruments like the bard he was and irene joined in, singing with him or dancing to his music all while exploring the different sides of humanity and learning about people and what makes them tick. Kul’Zak is a bard and a flirt, the type of guy who would never willingly settle down with anyone because he would much rather continue to explore till the end of his days.

menphia - burn your village by kiki rockwell. menphia is, for lack of better word, a bad bitch. she is deadly, she is precise and she does not mess around. she is not your martyr, she is not the sacrifical lamb and she makes sure that is clear. menphia is a highly trained killer, and a ruthless one too. she fights for what she wants to fight for, and she’s just as much as a wild card as irene when it comes to trying to figure out her true intentions.

#cryptic awnsers #tw cannibalism #tw toxic behavior #aphblr #cryptid rambles #aphmau #minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #aphverse #mcd rewrite #irene the matron #enki the keeper #shad the destroyer #kul’zak the wanderer #esmund the protector #menphia the fury #some of these songs might change as i lisent to more #music #but for now this is what i think fits them all in the context of #my rewrite :))

[msjuliiette]

“aren’t you a cutie?” ✧

pairing: sparrow!ben x umbrella!reader

warnings: drunk reader. swearing. fem reader. very slightly suggestive content. fluff? comfort? idk. oh also bens kinda a dick..

summary: the sparrows weren't even that bad… including one familiar face that you longed to see.

a/n: basically you're drunk, you hang w the sparrows. thats it. alsooo first time writing for ben i hope this is fine!! <3

wc: <1K

requests are currently open!!

everyone was arguing about the sparrows back at home. you and luther agreed they weren’t half bad… but majority wins, right? anyway, while luther stood home and obeyed the majority's wishes to not interact with the sparrows you were busy sneaking out. you couldn’t get there sober though so you grabbed a bottle of vodka. you just drank and drank. intoxicated you was a lot more bold than sober you and you really needed this push.

you knew the conflict that would start if your siblings found out where you were right now, but you couldn’t help it. you held the bottle in your right hand and you knocked with your left. the door swung open immediately as fei had one of her crows watching you.

“oh shit,” fei laughed, she smelled the scent of the alcohol off of you, jayme stood by her side.

“what do you want, pretty girl,” jayme scoffed.

“you guys are pret-ty… cool…” you cut yourself short not even knowing what to say next.

a familiar face parted the two girls. a wonky smile immediately grew on your whole face. you basically collapsed on him and you grabbed onto his shoulder for some support.

“ben!”

he groaned and made an annoyed face as he pushed you off of him.

“oh ben i missed you so freaking much,” your eyes began to water.

“the fuck,” he pushed you off of him.

he still remained careful with you. his hands holding onto your shoulders to maintain your balance.

“oh god why is she crying,” fei sighed.

“let's just get the chick inside,” jayme flipped her hair as she started walking to the liquor cabinet, “well i mean why not all of us get drunk? this ‘family,’ drama is stupid.”

you quickly moved through ben and followed after them with a smile. the click clacks of your heels swallowed the hall and you tried your best to remain upright.

it didn't take too long for the rest of the sparrows to gather together, and it took an even shorter amount of time for everyone to go through several bottles. ben was lame though and refused to indulge in any of the fun. but you didn't care! all of you were having fun and if he wanted to be boring… well, whatever.

as night grew upon you guys everyone had left one by one to go to bed. each with their own excuse- but not you! the only reason you kept on drinking was because this was literally your only way of coping. end of the world, majority of your family has gotten fucking annoying.. ben was the only one who hadn’t left.

“ben…”

“what,” he looked over at you from the other couch right in front of you.

“i’ve got some..thing to tell ya,” you said as you pouted and drank a little bit more.

“what is it?” he had an unamused look on his face.

“you know you are really..,” your sentence was interrupted by a gag.

your eyes winded and you felt all those gallons of liquor coming up.

luckily, while you were busy going on and on with the sparrows, ben managed to grab a bucket… just in case… he handed it to you as you threw up your guts. ben stood beside you and held your hair back. once you finished throwing up, not even half of what you had drunk today, you turned your head over to ben.

“what i was trying to say is,” you smiled, “you’re not all that bad like you pretend you are..”

“oh shut up.”

it didn't take long till your head was back in that bucket.

ben was thinking about what you said as the room echoed with blegghh and blech sounds.

“did she really mean that,” he thought to himself. in his mind he thought everyone was incapable of even thinking he's a good person. but then again, maybe it was just the alcohol talking… right?

soon enough you’d been reaching for another bottle.

“hey hey hey,” he carefully grabbed it out of your hand, “i think you’ve had enough for one day.”

ben placed the bottle on the ground.

“buttt ben pleaseee, just onnnee more sip,” you pleaded.

“no, y/n,” he grabbed you, bridal style, “what you need is some sleep.”

“aren’t you a cutie,” you winked and booped his nose.

he rolled his eyes in response and you let out a laugh.

he laid you down on the bed and tucked you in.

“well.. goodnight.”

as he headed to the door to shut the light off and exit you stopped him.

“ben pleaseee don’t go,” you frowned.

he turned around, interested in what you had to say next.

“look, you aren’t my ben… but i really- like reallyreallyreally missed you.. can’t you just stay pleaseee!”

he facepalmed, “y/n no. this was even pushing it for me,” his hands left his face to turn back around and open the door.

“waitwaitwaitwait noo!! ben!! look.. you have been gone for like billions of years ‘nd i missed youuuu!!! you aren’t actually him but thats okay.. i like you! you are such a freakin softie,” you smiled and giggled, “just because you aren’t my ben doesn’t mean i can’t like new ben, lay down please. i like you a lot a lot a lot.. i missssed you!”

he took a moment and let your words sink in. you… liked him? you two had only just met but wow. he felt a warmth in his heart. his mind was racing with thoughts.. with emotions. did you really like him? are you just nice?

“okay fine. you owe me, okay?”

“yayyyy!!! thank you ben, i do owe you! whatever you want,” you winked.

he laid down next to you and turned facing the other way.

“oh cmon now benn don’t be such a lame-ass,” you tugged on his shoulder.

he groaned and turned over, “you seriously owe me big time for this one.”

“thats fine,” you smiled and shut your eyes.

as you fell asleep you had an arm wrapped around ben. his thoughts wandered but he always came back to the same subject… you. it really fucked with his head hearing the umbrella academy saying they didn’t like “new ben.” how the fuck was he supposed to know what “old ben was like”? you had soothed his thoughts though… knowing that at least one person liked him helped him sleep that night.

#fanfic #headcanons #imagines #ben hargreeves fluff #ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua season 3 #tua spoilers #tua fanfic #ben hargreeves fic #sparrow academy #sparrow ben #tua netflix #tua ben #drunk reader #ben hargreeves comfort #ben hargreeves angst

[thealmightyemprex]

Comfort Movie Challange :Three Days of the Condor

@ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @princesssarisa @amalthea9 @angelixgutz @filmcityworld1

Reccomended by @goodanswerfoxmonster ,and hot damn I enjoyed

I went into this film only knowing it is a very famous spy thriller,it starred Robert Redford ,that it would be homaged in Captain America The Winter Soldier (Which not only has a lot of the style but got Redford to play the villain as an homage ) .....And my dumb ass got it confused with Day of the Jackal ,thinking this was about an assassin till I realized these were two seperate movie ,so I had no clue what the plot was

So the plot of this 1975 film is Joe Turner AKA Condor(Robert Redford ) is a CIA resercher,not an opporative,his job is just to read books ,he notices something strange about one of the books,reports it......And while he is out getting lunch all his colleagues are slaughtered by the asassin Joubert (Max Von Sydow) he tries to get help from people from the CIA .....But that leads to more people trying to kill him ,so Turner is trying to avoid getting killed and figuring out what the hell is going on

So ....I really dug this film ,I love a good thriller ,especially a thriller like this .I really dig movies where one person is in over their head and thats this film to a T .

I really liked Joe Turner as a protagonist in that he felt believable .Theres a nice balance with him in that he is a guy. Yes he works for the CIA ,but he isnt a field opparative he is a researcher ,hes a smart guy who reads a lot of books . I like that he is smart but not a genius ,I like that he can fight (Due to some mi8litary training) but he isnt an action man .Also his greatest strength and weakness is really that he ISNT a typical CIA guy.His weakness is that he doesnt know how to play the CIA game,but its also his strength ,because the assassins and CIA are so focused on the game,he is unpredictable cause he just isnt thinking the same way they are .

The other thing that makes this great is the cast .Robert Redford is one of those Movie Stars of that era who while charming and good looking who has abit of an everyman feel,like when he is confused or afraid you feel it ,so I feel he is perfectly cast for his role .I think Faye Dunaway does a great job as a woman who gets roped into this insanity . John Houseman doesnt have much to do but he has two great scenes as a CIA higher up and just exudes experience and authority . Cliff Robertson is an actor who I always associate with one role ,that of kindly Uncle Ben in Sam Raimis Spiderman ,but I forget is like a legit great actor and he plays the role of Higgins ,a character who till the end you arent reallly sure of his leanings ,very well.The best charact and performance though ,is the great Max Von Sydow as this assassin Joubert .On one hand he is menacing ,he is a terryifying killler.....But then you get to his speech near the end of the film and your entire perspective on him shifts .In fact my favorite part of the film is his conversation with Turner

I do have an issue,and that is the love story just doesnt work ,I think the fact kidnapping is involved doesnt help

OK so I get this being a comfort film ,if you love this 70 thriller vibe or just wanna hear Max Von Sydows monologue....Yeah this is a good time .I really think its a solid thriller ,and Kind of wanna revisit it sometime

[khonshuscondemned]

helloooooo moonlight beloved i am sorry your immune system betrayed you and i humbly ask you to throw out whatever mk hc is burning in your beautiful heart rn, ily 💋💕💖

it is okay, betrayal happens to the best of us (ahem and the worst) but since we speak of burning and hearts why dont i go off on my jake lockley headcanons. also cos @tocktorninreverse asked.

posting under a read more cos. well. i spil t , .  like. a lot.

First and foremost:  hissyfit.

Jake Lockley finds the kitten quite by accident.  almost misses her as he’s busy flinching at faint sounds off in the distance, heartbeat pounding louder in his ears than the thunder rumbling menacingly above.  it’s not quite dawn, the sun still hidden behind the horizon, and the wind is bitter cold.  he’s panting, still catching his breath, eyes darting around and over his shoulder and towards any sort of movements he might catch in his peripheral- constantly vigilant, consistently cautious. 

her eyes reflect the dim orange glow of the street lamps in two round pinpricked pools of oilslick and it’s what brings her to his attention.  she doesn’t mewl or meow like most cats he’s come across in littered back-alleys, she merely watches him (watching her) in tense silence, crouched in shadow.

he slumps against the opposite wall of the grimy alley and the movement must be too quick because she reacts then- spitting ferociously, hissing loudly enough that he freezes before he finishes settling and groans- muffles the sound behind gritted teeth as he redirects his focus.  The little kitten’s fur is mangled and ratted and filthy and somehow standing straight up despite also being sopping wet.  She’s unsettled and furious about it, tiny fangs still bared as she curls her tail around herself.. but doesn’t run away.  As jake relaxes in increments , he realises she’s panting too, her little chest heaving, so thin her ribs can easily be seen and something buried deeply in his core softens at the sight.

he knows how it feels to hunger and to be left wanting.

Thunder booms again, shaking the dirty asphalt, and drowns out any other sounds the kitten makes as nearby a lightning strike flashes simultaneously.  the bright flash blinds him for a moment too long- when his vision clears, the kitten has disappeared.

he suddenly feels the chill, and pulls his coat closer as he huddles there on the cold ground.  He still has a few hours till he has to be somewhere, til the body is to be expected anywhere... the decision is made before he really thinks about it to stay in the hidden alleyway and wait out the rain.  partly because the sky chooses that moment to crack open and let loose a torrential downpour- and partly because he’s curious to see where the kitten has gone, and maybe hopes she would come back.

[end]  

TLDR - hissyfit is the name for the scraggly stray kitten that adopts jake Jake winds up adopting bc they meet on a rough night and jake deserves a cat, okay ?? jake x a cat thats a terrible rotten kreechure to everyone besides him crack au WHEN??

OTHER MISC JAKE LOCKLEY HEADCANONS O MYNE:

has worn many hats through the years, but only the flatcap feels like home. his first flatcap had been too big for his head and despite the chaos of his life he’s managed to keep the old thing , even if it’s too threadbare to wear anymore.  he tucks it in an old newspaper, folded in a corner of a small, dark black wooden trunk/box hidden in his cab.

in winter, jake has versions of his coat, gloves, and hat (& boots wink wonk) that look mostly similar, but are lined with very soft fur. keeps the same silky scarf for work all year round.

speaking of scarves.  jake lockley loves em.  if he could wear soft blankets like scarves he would (however he doesn’t like feeling overheated- some balance is required).  if someone handmade him a scarf he would probably cry for days.  he wouldn’t take it off.  if anything happened to the scarf (or whoever made/gave it) he would ruthlessly burn the entire world.  even (especially) if the scarf looks really shitty or was super ugly he would wear it with sooo much pride.

is a bit nervous around creatures/animals, but loves to watch them simply existing.  strikes as a guy who could find joy n comfort n peace at a butterfly garden. 

after four rounds of tequila he can cha cha real smooth.  he also stops speaking english halfway between round two and three.  all the drag queens know him by name and everyone openly flirts or calls him their papi and enjoys seeing him go red when they do but the love behind it is fiercely protective- jake’s the type to settle right at home with the misfits and sometimes he likes to fool himself and say its cos he rescues them, but deep down he’s all too aware it’s cos they basically adopt him.  literally who wouldn’t.  

tio jake . ‘nuff said.  (he always has weird old people candy in his pockets. he pretends to pull em magically outta kids’ ears.)

THIS IS TECHNICALLY @mrcspectr ‘s HC. BUT IT , LIKE JAKE LOCKLEY , HAS BEEN ADOPTED AND ACCEPTED AS CANON ON THIS BLOG:  jake lockley calls steven hermanito.  jake lockley calls marc el jefe.

jake lockley’s first instinct is to observe. usually, his role is fulfilled as he stands guard, ever watching.  and he can take his time as he notes their surroundings slowly and methodically, careful to catch each detail, to make sure he misses nothing. to make sure its safe.  he is aware when marc or steven pass up the reigns voluntarily, he knows when it happens when for some reason or another the two of em are down for the count. he must never step in too early. he must never step in too late.

JAKE LOCKLEY AND HIS GLOVES:

-  HIS FIRST PAIR ONLY LAST HIM LESS THAN A WEEK.  they’re thin and scratchy, cheap quality wool and cheaper quality fake leather, a pathetic attempt at bikers gloves- with holes over his knuckles, baring the light scares littered on his skin.  they’re fingerless and he finds the texture ill-fitting.  the poor needlework leads to one too many loose threads to pull at, too unravel. -  HIS NEXT PAIR ARE HEAVY AND THICK AND COVER HIS ENTIRE HAND FROM THE TIPS OF HIS FINGERS DOWN TO HIS WRISTS.  the leather is burned and coloured like amber embers and creaks whenever his fists clench.  his hands are protected.  he leaves no prints behind.  no blood gathers and drips from his fingernails. -  THEY FIT LIKE A SECOND SKIN.

...

>   [  IT DOESN’T FEEL RIGHT, AT FIRST.  TO COVER HIS HANDS, TO HIDE AWAY HIS BEST WEAPONS.  AND HE WOULD FIND THE DISCOMFORT DISQUIETING, BUT INSTEAD HE FINDS IT IRONIC.  EVERY PART OF HIM - HIS ENTIRE EXISTENCE - IS ALREADY HIDDEN IN SHADOW, CAST OUT OF SIGHT.  WHAT IS ONE MORE THING TO HIDE WHEN THERE IS NO PIECE OF HIM THAT IS MEANT TO BE SEEN ? ]

>   [  IT DOESNT FEEL RIGHT, AFTER, TO TAKE THE GLOVES OFF.  STEVEN AND MARC WALTZ THROUGH THE WORLD WITH SO LITTLE CARE AS TO THEIR EXPOSED FINGERTIPS AND JAKE CANNOT COMPREHEND A LIFE SO FREE.  ]

>     >    >    [  HE IS ENVIOUS OF THAT FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION.  ]

[  HE IS TERRIFIED OF IT.  ]    <    <    <

there are. so many more . seriously. this is just the tip of the iceberg.  don’t.... don’t let me get started on jake lockley cos god apparently i literally cannot stop.

((send me mk hc asks!!))

#jake lockley #ihdrabbles #moon knight #moon knight headcanons #jake lockley headcanons #sorry for the . uh . #long post

[bfa4ange]

Final reflections

I really love that I have this weird and wonderful biomorphic body of work from this semesters material and whakapapa research. It has been the most productive art making semester of my whole degree. I'm inspired to continue on with my making techniques and I have lots of ideas.

I called my project “Gather” because I have been gathering whakapapa knowledge.   

My final install took quite a while to come together because of the nature of the engine room (getting sun stroke twice) and being a group area rather than silo-ing our work with T-walls like in Block 2. It has been a huge learning trying to balance the needs of our final handin with wanting the room to be cohesive.

I made three more sculptures last Thurs/Friday thinking that I could then have plenty of choice for what might go into the Engine Room and or Clearview as well. But Clearview was needed by another student so I had lots of work in the end but edited back to things that related to my pou forms.  As my work needed the floor and not the walls, it became challenging to wait till so close to handin time to install as my process needs time to sit with ideas in situ and then change over the course of a day or two.

The Engine Room has been a hard space to spend time in when it is so hot and bright. My decision making skills have suffered somewhat as a result of being under such bright sunlight and heat.  But I think I have edited out most of the smaller sculptures that would not have worked with my pou sculpture.

Last minute changes by Shannon mean I’m quickly coming to terms with another arrangement of my work, but I trust that he knows more than I and that I have some blindness to my work that only time will clear. 

The slumpy/erect/textural/baulbus/"hokey pokey" pou in the handin is made up of 5 sculptures threaded over a pole. It is quite an intense object with unusual texture “tests”. This sculpture works really well in relation to Nathans painting because of the weightyness of the colours and pod shape that echo in each works.

I’m glad to have installed the blue/brown tohorā/kauri inspired floor sculptures, they add another narrative to the group of objects.

I like the idea that the sculptures are located directly above or very close to the mechanics pit that is covered over with flooring in the Engine Room. I've made a connection with the mechanics pit to the kauri gum trenches that were dug to extract kauri gum like those I visited in September in the Gum Park up in Northland. I had considered painting the surface area of the pit but with everything we were already dealing with and waiting for Shannon to help out it wasn't a reasonable thing to do for this exhibition, but maybe in the future? The pit has intriguing possibilities.

The smallest sculptures - the pearly white and the little brown bodily form sitting closer to the back wall are glued together at the top (to support each other) and look like little interlopers as their surface treatment and colour is slightly different but relate to the baulbus-ness of the pou sculpture. Someone has read these two wee sculptures in relation to my two children, thats a beautiful connection. The oval shapes tie in alittle with Pips fantastic drawing/ink studies on the wall that are also pod/embryonic like.

[tiniestjellifish]

The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

This movie came out 16 years ago?? goodness, no matter. I only just got to it because I was a little girl when it first came out. This is going to be littered with many many hottakes. You don’t have to like them but they're gonna be there. 

Okay, so for starters, pick a lane. at least with the intro. they wanted to make it clear that anne hathaway was not like other girls (in the fashion industry) and a few minor comparisons of dress would be fine but to some degree it was beginning to look like a “me vs other girls” which whittled away at the value i was giving the scene. very minor issue I had. 

secondarily, the film never really gives a clear goal of what Anne, or her character’s name, andrea, wants. which could be argued is a part of the plot but i think it would be clearer to say what she wants out of this job as an assistant at RUNWAY. yes, she says in the beginning she wants this as a stepping stone so she can get any journalism job she wants going forward, but I’m talking about deeper into the movie. they make it very ambiguous as to whether or not she’s actually beginning to care about fashion or if she’s still just trying to get a bag (this can be a pun, thats up to you). and I’m coming down on this because its hard to say whether or not the plot is cohesive when other characters make comments on her not being how she used to and being too sucked into her job. and when she argues back this is what she needs to do, her argument can't necessarily be called out for falling flat if i don’t know her genuine intentions. 

because yes, she had become a workaholic and the movie makes what i think is an immaculate portrayal of someone in a job or industry that is very cut throat. even in the minor obligations or things that feel tacked out within your field, you never feel like you have a choice. and maybe there is a bit of illusion of choice, but ultimately it does effect whether or not you keep that job and if you can move up the ladder. they also brought up the wonderful point of how yes, meryl streep is a demanding boss but if she was a man no one would be saying anything. the same i feel can be applied to andrea, now it can still be debated it if the job is worth it and if she actually was hustling or getting lost in it all but i feel like every time they wanted to depict andrea as having done something wrong in her social life, it wasn't actually that awful. the missing the bf’s birthday was pretty bad, so i will acknowledge that one, but i think the bf didn't seem to be very communicative and I didn’t like that he waited till there was a problem to blow things up. and she came home late and wanted to talk about it and he just blew it off. later in the movie when she’s talking to him about her job and about him feeling neglected he’s like “what am I? 4?” yeah,,, you kinda are. I think I just don’t like him as a character, not very likeable and didn't like him in the beginning. I think he’s also someone who fits into only liking women who aren’t like other girls and I feel like if the change was something she really wanted in her life, getting invested in fashion, he wouldn't have supported her. and in the end (SPOILER) when she eventually leaves RUNWAY, and he’s okay with taking her back, I’m like okay?? was it just because she left or because she's following her passions.

Overall, the film does such a good job of having a balance of comedy but a bit of social commentary on the industry of fashion, its harmful grip it can have on women and their bodies, and just how being in a competitive field can trickle down and affect all of your life. and then its up to you if you think its worth it in the end. 

minuscule things before my rating:

- i hate her friends. they were so down for freebies from her glamorous job but then make fun of her for answering her boss when she calls?? alright, sure.

- christian thompson was just the right amount of sleazy. her having a bit to drink in paris and the hook up with him worried me though.

-nigel is awesome... that’s it.

Rating: 8/10. There were things I think were unclear or a little too grey even if it was the intent. so a bit of missing direction. but a good film nonetheless. 

(day 1 of using this blog to motivate me to get through my movie lists, and I think its fairly helpful).

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[nastronde]

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[wizkiddx]

Hiii I really love your work! Could you write about Tom secretly or not secretly watching yoi have a Zoom Uni class? And maybe he teases you in a way, trying to make you laugh or he sends you text messages or something? And later when you're done and he has a meeting,you tease him right back?

Hope you're having a lovely day 💞

a/n hey anon!! this was a really cute idea but I have another req for the vice versa bit, so only did the first half in this- I hope u don't mind :)

warnings: implied smut at the end but rlly just a fluffy cringe fest

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Early mornings where never you’re favourite and this one wasn’t an exception to the rule. The LA sun was flooding through the curtains that had been hurriedly thrown almost-closed last night as you huffed into the duvet. You needed to get up - but you definitely didn’t want to. To be fair, you’d only arrived the day before and were still acclimatising to the jet lag - though Tom’s presence certainly made everything alot easier.

Especially as you’d been without him for so long, the pandemic meaning you hadn’t been able to make the long-weekend trips you usually would’ve. So when at the beginning of may, Tom had offered for you to come out and stay with him for half the summer (while he was busy working). There was only really one answer…. free holiday with the absolute specimen of a human who you call your boyfriend? Yes please.

It did mean though, that you had flown out before the end of the semester. Only by a week and it didn’t make much difference because you only had a few zoom lectures - but they were compulsory. So even if you were living in the US, you had to follow your UK school timetable. Hence why you had to get up at 6:30, to make your UK time 14:30 lecture.

The arms around you seemed to have other ideas, huffing and only pulling you tighter when you tried to wriggle out of his embrace. You groaned in annoyance, mainly because he was making it more and more tempting to stay huddled up against him.

“Toooooommm I gotta get up” Clearly not agreeing, he just squeezed you to his chest tighter, whilst emphatically shaking his head - all with his eyes still firmly pressed shut.

“Let go! I have a lecture!” Still not letting up , he just shook his head once again - making his bed hair especially wild as it dragged against the linen pillows.

With a sigh you turned in his death grip, now being able to see his puffy morning eyes pressed firmly shut. First you arched up and pressed a soft kiss to his chin, then jaw and then nose.

“Seriously T, I need to show up to this one.” Because yes, you might’ve already had an absence from yesterday, where you had both slept through the alarm.

“-o it-’” Croaking so much so you couldn’t even puzzle out what he said, the man cleared his throat before trying again, the sound reverberating in his chest. “ uhmm do it from bed, don’t go.”

That had you pouting at his cuteness. Ever since you’d arrived he’d been unbelievable clingy to you, barely letting you out of his sight. You showered together; he sat and stared whilst you did your skin care routine; even at restaurants he insisted on sitting next to you with his hand on your knee. When you had asked him, the only reasoning you got was a shrug and a muttered ‘I missed you’. Never, ever would you complain about Tom’s attention. But…. you really needed to get to your laptop.

“I can’t babe thats not very profess-“

“-wont even be able to tell.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t ever really deny Tom anything. Not when he cracked his eyelids open, revealing the softest warm brown eyes, coupled with a lazy smile. So yes, you ended up quickly getting changed into one of Toms old burgundy tops, running a brush through your frizzy hair and then clambering back into bed. You balanced your laptop on a tray on top of a box, so the angle was less obvious that your backdrop was a headboard. Instantly Tom had half-asleep turned over to lay his messy head on your lap. And with a half sigh half laugh, you logged on- once in the waiting room bringing a hand down to trail your nails through Tom’s hair which made him groan with delight.

It was all going so well too, up the point where breakout rooms were announced and you had to talk - your chipper voice and laughs with your course mates rousing Tom from his sleep. Every time he almost lifted his head into the view of the webcam, you were very quick to slam it back down, forcing him back onto your lap.

Eventually he got bored of the restrictions, as well as not being very into the history module you were all puzzling over- so slid out of bed into the shower. Once he was gone you did almost sigh in relief, you had thought that Tom in his friendly-idiot manner would end up getting you caught at some point. Especially as our relationship was so secretive, none of your course mates knew you weren’t single - imagine their shock if an a lister popped up in the zoom class.

But oh, the relief did not last long at all.

The issue was Harry had gone out for the day. It was just you and Tom in his fancy rented LA house. And, as mentioned, Tom was being clingy as hell. It couldn’t of been more than 20 minutes before the fluffy haired brunette was back in the room - pouting when he saw you still on the computer.

Even though you shooed him away, Tom just cocked his head to one side, a small smirk on his face. And you knew. You knew he was going to be a little shit. He slinked over the bed, perching at the foot next to where your feet lay.The warning look you shot him, metaphorical daggers coming out your eye did absolutely nothing - you watched his hand pin your right ankle down before stroking the sole of your foot. Familiar shivers shot up your leg and it took everything in you to not kick out, launching the laptop across the room as tickled you.

Soon though he stopped, you pulled yourself into a cross legged position, readjusting the laptop and trying to concentrate back on the lecturer. Seeing your disinterest, Tom hopped up off the bed and you thought he was leaving. But no. No you were wrong. He just stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips as he appeared to listen intently to the lecturer too.

Clearly Tom was an actor, he was pretty good at accents. You should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to resist the impersonating your academic staff - who happened to have a strong Somerset accent.

Pretending to ignore Tom as he hunched up and widened his stance - to imagine the physicality of your lecturer- you narrowed your eyes at the computer screen. Then though, a deep booming farmer-like voice came out your well spoken south london boy - god you were glad you’d stuck the mute button on as soon as he had entered.

“And then as your reading in chapter twel-“

“And then as yowr readinf in chapter twelve….” Tom echoed the lecturer loud and proud, making it completely impossible for you to attempt to concentrate. As much as you wanted to be furious at him- well, all it took was one look.

He was holding his face in some sort of duck pout and all the movements were extra pronounced and exaggerated. You couldn’t help it- instantly you burst out laughing, having to turn off the video for fear of anyone noticing.

Seeing he’d got a rise out of you, Tom was only spurred on, continuing the dramatic acting with a new found confidence. That was until you got yourself under control, face turning like a switch from joy to fury.

“Shut the hell up!”

And he did, for a few minutes, whilst pouting like a told-off toddler. In a strop, he sat down, shoulders slumped at the edge of the bed. Oh how wrong your were, when you thought you’d won - with a satisfied smile concentrating back on the laptop screen. Just in time to hear the lecturer FINALLY starting to rounding up the lecture.

“Alright so next session we’re-“ Before he’d even stammered his way to the end of the sentence, Tom’s face had switched up once again - into one of mischief as he started crawling up the bed either-side of your legs. One strong arm reached out to touch the back of your laptop lid and before you could protest he was pushing it down, till it landed with a small ‘clunk’.

“You did not just do that!” Yelling at him, you sat up so now he was kneeling across your lap.

“But I just did.” He mimed a mic drop which had you cringing hard, staring at him in disbelief. Okay the lecturer was beginning to round off, but that conclusion could’ve gone on for 5 minutes at least!

“Oh you are so in for it Holland.”

You’d meant it as a threat, as a sort of ‘I’m-going-to-make-your-life-a-living-hell” but the bright eyed boy before you had other plans. Wordlessly he nodded, then placed your laptop on the bedside ; then pushed you down on the bed. His legs either side of you, his arms like rockets to pin yours either side your head.

“Ah but you see my love…” he tutted, with a wide smile, hhis breath fanning down onto you as he took your breath away. “That is exactly what I want.” Immediately his lips were on yours, the both of you fighting for dominance as you arched your head up to get extra purchase on him.

“I hate… I hate you… so bloody much” It was hard to talk when his intoxicating lips were moving against yours, melting away all your resistance.

“Hmmm… well its… its a good thing… that I love you.”

He was impossible and no doubt you’d missed the prep work for tomorrows lecture. But having him there, body pressed against yours, after months apart.

Well, you wouldn’t mind failing the module for him.

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My Girl

Frat!Tom x reader

warnings: the request is honestly the warning. + a lil degrading (whore, slut)

Request; I can't find an anonymous option for your asks, so if you do this, please keep the request anonymous. But if you want to do it, I always enjoy frat Tom being extremely cocky and somehow seducing a nerdy y/n to get on her knees for him and choke on his co*k, while he's dirty talking and smirking. He's just using her to get off essentially. Any storyline/buildup to get to that point is great, too! :)

You have no idea how you ended up here. Pressed up against a chiseled god in a frat house of all places. This wasn’t your typical scene especially on a Friday night which was usually exclusive to movies or studying.

either way you were enjoying yourself, lips locked and back pressed against a door. you felt... what’s his name? Tom. TOM? Yeah Tom, the words didnt feel right but the name was on the tip of your tongue as he kissed down you neck.

“fuck your so hot” he groaned hands starting to undo the first few buttons of your blouse, this wasn’t something Tom would usually do either. He was very specific about who he chose to have relations with but for some reason as soon as you stepped through the god forsaken threshold of kappa sigma alpha he knew he wanted you.

your legs were wrapped around his waist feeling his hard on rage against you, skirt askew and underwear pressed directly on his front. Tom set your feet on the floor pulling the cups of your bra down mesmerized at your body, he hadn't expected this.

he immediately ducked down planting big open mouth kisses on your areolas feeling the soft skin on his lips before sucking them till the where nice and stiff in his mouth.

when he swapped to the next one is when he heard it, the hitch in your breathing and the soft moan that followed. He loved your moans, which wasn’t common for him usually he hated how most girls sounded. but he could hear the genuine pleasure in yours. Tom almost craved your noises.

“fuck“ his voice was almost seething, he was aching in his pants as he grabbed your hips leaning into you ear. “Get on your knees for me pretty girl”

you did as told, dropping to your knees and looking up at him as you slipped your top and bra off. toms eyes zeroed in on your thighs, how soft they looked spread out and pressed down your skirt temping him even more. youre ready for whatever you were about to get into with him hastily undoing his jeans and sliding them down. he stepped out of his pants and pulled his boxers off. Once he stood back up fully your eyes danced over his pretty cock. “like what you see baby” he groaned stroking himself, “Cmon you can tell me“ you could feel his smirk, how his eyes burned into your chest and legs.

you didn’t answer hands going to his thighs and pressing your palms into them as you kissed and licked at the tip. tom threw his head back loving the way your lips felt on him.

you brought the pink tip between your lips before sliding his rather large cock down your throat. Nose pressed against his pelvis. You noticed his toes curl Into the carpet, if you lips werent stretched around him you’d be the one smirking now. “Fuck eager little thing arent you“ you said something he couldn’t hear muffled by his dick in your mouth.

you swallowed around his cock your saliva already running down your chin. You pulled your head all the way back suckling on his tip as you looked up at his eyes. tom was staring back hard, he never felt this close so quick, mesmerized looking into your eyes. he saw the corners of your lips lift up almost like you were trying to smile before you slid all the way back down his cock, one hand coming up in between to massage his balls.

his body curled forward hands Pressing down hard into the wooden door in front of him, a sharp intake of breath and a groan “fuck darling“. You glanced up but continued sucking him off ,head bobbing back and forth on him. His knees were locking and he neared the edge many times but hadn't said anything. He felt as if he was floating.

you were pleased with your work with every labored breath, groan, and jump of his hips. he was still trying to keep dominance and control saying every Dirty word that came to mind. “look so good, pretty lips wrapped around me“

“sucking like its gonna run away“

“fuck, doing so good, such a good whore huh?”

you could feel your soaked underwear beneath you. one hand still gripping his thigh for balance as you pulled off stroking his cock while you took a breath, “keep talking like that and your gonna get yourself in trouble Holland” , he chuckled lowly “you don’t even know the half darling. Get back to it now I’m aching”

you rolled your eyes before lowering his cock into your mouth once again. Tongue rolling over every vein, nook, and cranny. He starting saying small words of encouragement he wanted to cum badly.

you almost couldn’t take it, one hand snaking down between your legs and into your panties, rubbing over your clit in loose circles. when you moaned around him he shuddered. Tom looked down pulling your hair back and together away from your face as he got a good look. as he was admiring your beautiful features you looked up locking eyes with him, they were wide pupils blown and lust controlling them. You had moaned again eyes shutting slightly and thats when he took notice to the motion of your arm, glancing down to the hand stuffed under your skirt.

“fuck lookie here little slut must love my cock” he groaned. He was so enticed by everything you did as you took him down your throat swallowing around his cock before grasping his balls once more.

“fuck oh god, I’m gonna cum” he released your hair using both hands to balance with the door. feeling his thigh muscles tense against your hands As he came you swallowed quick letting his hips fuck against your face as he chased his high all the way to the end.

you pulled back swallowing completely, watching him pull his briefs back on. looking up at him, he was smiling back down before he grabbed your arm, pulling you up to his level. “that was amazing” he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip “sweet little mouth” tom smirk made your face warm as he closed the distance between the two or you” right as his lips kissed up your neck he whispered “did so well I’ll let you pick the position I’ll fuck your brains out in”

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102. "Answer the phone, don't worry, I'm not stopping."

63. "Arch your back."

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"Harry, just kiss me will you?" You leaned in and he backed away. "Git."

"No need to be rude, you want me to be rough with you?" He grabbed your arm and you immediately shook your head.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't think you mean it, think I should be rough with you." He grinned at you but you could tell he was being serious, he'd probably planned on being rough with you today anyway. "Need to be taught a lesson, can't call me a git and get away with it. You'd just do it again."

"I didn't mean to, I just wanted your attention."

"You wanted my attention even though you knew how busy I was?"

"You haven't been paying much attention to me anymore, I just missed you."

"I don't care, you still know you're not supposed to bother me. I missed you too but I wouldn't disturb your work." You were going to open your mouth but he shushed you. "No more of that. Sit there and just be good. I still have work to do." He stood up from the couch you were both on in his office, he returned back to his chair and started typing in his computer, ignoring you again.

You slumped back into the couch and huffed, it's so hard to even get a little attention around here. You kept shuffling on the couch and he gave you a stern look, you frowned and just layed on your back, staring at the design of the high ceiling.

Eventually looking at a ceiling gets boring so you turned your head towards him, still fucking typing. "Are you done yet?" He flared his nostrils and kept typing. No talking then, I guess.

You looked back up to the ceiling and closed you eyes, you opened them and turned your head when you heard footsteps. Harry was walking over, he stood at the side of the couch and looked down at you, his curls framing his face. "I'm finished."

You smiled and sat up, turning towards him. "Does that mean I get time with you now?" He nodded and sat on the couch next to you, you pressed yourself against his side and turned your head towards him. He leaned in and you smiled, finally.

A kiss on the cheek, a fucking kiss on the cheek was what you got. "Love you, I'm quite tired. Ready to head to bed?" You didn't even look up at him when he stood up and waited for your answer.

"Sleep on the couch." You looked up at him when you said that, his eyes obviously darkening even in the low light of his office.

"What?"

"The couch. I was thinking you should sleep on it if you wanna be an asshole." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, pressing his chest against yours.

"An asshole? That's no way to talk to me." He thought you were a playing a game, how dumb.

"I'm not kidding. Asshole's sleep on the couch." When you pulled back and he saw you were genuinely upset, he had a more saddened look that seemed to take over his face in mere seconds.

"I'm sorry, darling. Please don't make me sleep on the couch." You turned away from him and walked out the door, he trailed behind like he was lost and you were giving him directions to his chosen destination. "You're seriously making me sleep on the couch?"

You stopped and turned around, he stood up straight and waited for your hopefully good news that you were in bed together tonight. "I didn't think you'd want to sleep in the same bed, since you've been ignoring me so much."

"What? No! I'm always gonna wanna sleep in the same bed as you. How can I make it up to you?" You sighed and left the door open as you walking into the bedroom, Harry guessed you meant for him to come in with you so he did.

"I just wanted time with you but apparently it was a game for you. What asshole ignores their partner for that long? You had free time, but apparently not for me, you wouldn't even kiss me." He was about to step closer but looked up at you, you shook your head and his shoulders slumped and he had a big frown on his face but didn't move closer as you didn't want him to.

"I'm sorry, the work I was doing was exhausting so my brain was fucked up and I wasn't thinking too much about anything else other than the work even though it made me so stressed. Honestly, I thought sleeping in bed with you and cuddling was enough but it's not because then there's no communication and that's what a relationship needs. Then you come to me and I tell you to sit on the couch and wait, not even answering you when you asked me if I was done. Shit, I have been a total asshole."

You could see the realisation as it hit him, his face dropped and he sat down on the bed, placing his elbows on knees and his face in his hands. He slapped himself on the forehead and you sat next to him. "Don't pity me, I'm an asshole." You placed your hand on his back and rubbed it, he looked up at you and you smiled at him.

"Kiss me, make it up to me." You placed your hands on his face and leaned in, kissing him softly and waiting for him to respond to the kiss.

You pull back and look in his eyes. "Do you still want me?"

"Yeah, I want you. I need you right now." He didn't get it.

"That's not what I meant." His soft pink lips parted when he let out a little 'oh', surprised from the question because it feels like he's wanted you forever and he isn't going to stop wanting you.

"Of course, I'll always want you. You're the one." He leaned back in and kissed you again, it kinda felt like your heart was on fire, no one had loved you like that but now he does and you reciprocated his feelings.

He leaned back and you moved on top of him as he layed on his back. You pulled back and he looked up at you with soft eyes, but you knew that softness wasn't the forgivement you needed. "I want to make love to you, baby." He spoke softly but it still wasn't what you wanted.

"I want it harder than that, the harder the easier it will be to forgive you." He blinked once then brought his hand up to your neck, softly wrapping his fingers around it.

"You want it hard?" You nodded and he pressed his fingers into your neck, applying pressure and making your breath labour. This is definitely what you needed. "If thats how I get you to forgive me, then you can have it."

He sat up and moved you off his lap, sitting you next to him, he's surprisingly strong for not looking very buff. "Hands and knees." He said it simply but a had a big affect on you, probably because of how dominant he was being.

You turned over and looked at him. "Shouldn't I take my clothes off first?" He motioned you over and you crawled to him, that definitely done something because he was shifting where he sat. When you got to him you sat on your knees and just looked at him, waiting for whatever was coming next.

"Take your shirt off."

"You're not gonna take it off for me?" He didn't answer so you just got on with it, grabbing onto the bottom of your shirt and lifting it up, what really got you embarrassed was when you got your head caught and Harry had no choice but to help you take it off.

"M'sorry."

"It's fine as long as you didn't do it on purpose." He placed his large hands at your hips and you guessed he thought he might as well help you get your clothes off now.

He dipped his fingers into the waistband of the leggings you were wearing and you grabbed his wrists. "They'd be easier to get off if I stood up." He sighed and moved his hands away, giving you a chance to stand up. He put his hands back in the same place once you were stood in front of him, starting move your leggings down.

He ended up dragging your underwear off with your leggings and you got a little embarrassed just standing there in your bra, but it's not like you could do anything about it. He patted his thighs and you straddled him, looking at his face as his eyes looked over your body on him.

He reached behind you and searches for the bra clip with his fingers. "Where the fuck is it."

"It's in the front..." He looked down and saw it there, laughing and placing his forehead on your chest.

"The front? When is it ever in the front?" You didn't even know it was in the front till you tried to put it on, that was fun trying to figure it out.

"I don't know, easier access?" He lifted his head up and moved his hands to the front of your bra, undoing the clasp that was in the front. He moved the straps off your shoulders slowly, kissing your shoulder as he moved them down one at a time.

When he got it off, he dropped it onto the floor and looked down at your body again with a big grin. "You're so beautiful." He shaked his head and seemed to come back to reality, his eyes getting darker. "I'm gonna destroy you." You shivered at his statement as he whispered it in your ear, feeling his hand at your waist. "Get back on your hands and knees."

You moved off him and back into the position before, you heard him move around behind you then you felt his breath on your back. He was leaning over you and started to kiss your back, telling you praises. He pulled back and balanced himself on his knees, leaning his face down and starting to lick at your pussy from behind.

"Woah-" No one had done this while you were on your hands and knees, it was weird but good.

He was expertly moving his tongue and it felt like your knees were going to give in, you had to drop down to your elbows. He grabbed onto your hips and kept them up, probably noticing that you were having trouble staying up.

"Oh fuck!" He moved his face back and moved two of his fingers into you, making you go feral.

"Tell me how good it fucking feels." You tried to answer but nothing was coming out, just some pathetic sounding whimpers. He stopped his fingers and leaned over you, his mouth next to your ear. "I said, tell me how good it feels. Don't annoy me."

"It feels-" You pushed back on his fingers and lost your wording for a second. "It feels amazing, please keep going!" He moved his fingers slowly and started to kiss down your spine.

"I fucking love you." You tried to focus on his words but you couldn't, his fingers were making you go all hazy. You looked back at him and he smirked, he started talking again but you couldn't really hear him.

He raised his eyebrows, obviously expecting an answer but you have no clue what he said. "Yes?"

"You want me to stop?" You shook your head but he already pulled his fingers out.

"No! Don't stop!" He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

"Don't stop? You said yes." You looked away embarrassed, it wouldn't be smart to tell him you weren't listening but what other explenation was there?

"I wasn't listening and I knew you wanted an answer so I just said yes." He didn't react, he just kept a straight face but you could see the annoyed glare in his eyes. He turned your face so you were looking forward and straightened up on his knees behind you.

He pressed his hand into your back. "Arch your back." You arched your back and he ran his fingers along the curve of your spine, you could feel yourself getting goosebumps. He grabbed onto your hips and slammed into you suddenly, you gasped and fell forward. He wrapped his fingers around your neck and pulled you up so you were against his chest, you looked to the side and up at him.

He looked down at you and you pouted your lips, he rolled his eyes slightly and leaned down to kiss you. His kiss was anything but soft, it was very aggressive. He pulled back and placed the hand that wasn't on your neck, around your waist so you didn't fall forward and started to move quick and hard.

You gasped and moaned still looking up at him, he was still making eye contact and you couldn't help but find it extremely hot. His mouth opened and he let out a small moan, god he looked beautiful when he moaned. The hand that was placed at your waist moved to your breast, he pinched your nipple and you closed your eyes, almost falling forward but he caught you by placing his hand on your chest and holding you up.

You heard a phone ring and Harry's head perked up at the noise, looking to the bedside table where your phone was vibrating. He leaned forward, still holding you up, and grabbed the phone. "Answer the phone, don't worry, I'm not stopping." He slowed down so you could answed and pressed the accept button, pressing the phone to your ear.

"Hi, darling." Your fucking mother, why at a time like this?!

"Hello, mother..." You looked back at Harry and he grinned.

"I just wanted to check up on you, are you alright?" You cleared your throat and harry tightened his hand around your throat.

"I'm fine, I'm just busy...can I please call you back?" You heard her say 'yes' and you grabbed the phone from Harry, ending the call and throwing it onto the bed.

"Harry-"

"What'd you call me?"

"Daddy?" He started moving faster again and you guessed that was the right answer. "You're fucking me so good, daddy!"

"You're taking me so good..." He stopped for second then pressed his hips against yours, going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach, he hit your g-spot.

You leaned your head back and he leaned his head down, kissing and sucking at your neck as he kept fucking into you deep. He placed his hand on your stomach and perked up when he felt a bulge in it. "'M I that deep in you, love? It feel good?"

You couldnt even answer him because you weren't able to think because of the pleasure again, your brain was like scrambled eggs. "Y'cant even speak, can you? That good?" He moved his hand down and touched your clit, you body jolting at the sudden intense pleasure and he pulled you back into his chest, rubbing your clit a bit more gently.

"I want you to cum for me, can you do that?" You grabbed his arm and nodded, he kept rubbing your clit and you slumped back against his body. He kept you upright and your hips suddenly started to move out of your control, you arched your back and cried out as you came. "Good girl."

"Y...you need to now." He moved slowly so he didn't hurt you too much and moved his hips more gently, moving his hand off your neck and instead placing it at your waist.

"Why don't you lie down. Y'must be tired." He pulled out and helped you turn around and lie down, he leaned down and kissed you softly before slipping back in. He grabbed onto your thighs and moved the either side of his waist.

He stroked the side of your face and you closed your eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. "We're almost done." You opened your eyes and he smiled when you did, moving down onto his elbows so his face was closer to yours and he kissed you again. "I can't resist you and your lips."

He slid his hands down your waist to your hips and gripped them gently, looking down and watching as he slowly moved his hips back and forth. His pink lips parted and he let out a whimper that was almost too quiet for you to hear but you caught it anyway. "I'm gonna cum now..."

You reached up and placed your hand on his cheek, moving his face back to yours and kissing him again. He had to pull back and moan as he came, you kept eye contact with him and held his face in your hands so he didn't move away. You didn't want to miss a moment of this.

He pulled out slowly and smiled at you, kissing your shoulder. "Am I forgiven?"

"Sort of." He looked up at you and shook his head while grinning, he was totally forgiven.

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry edward styles #harry styles pictures #harry styles picture #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfic #frat!harry

[heyitsmerose]

Ateez reaction their s/o loving their scent (Hyung Line)

So for this imagine, to change it up a bit I decided to have it both ways, wherein they love your scent in some reactions, but you also love theirs in others. Thus, for the members that seem like they would openly tell you about your scent, the reactions have been written in that way. For the members that might not, I have written it so the reader loves their scent instead. Sorry that this is so confusing ahaha.

Also I probably sound so weird, I promise I’m not a weird person. Doesn’t everyone imagine what people smell like? no? just me? okay.

Word Count : 2k

Genre : Fluff

Hongjoong : 

It was comeback period, and they needed to have a full album with 9 songs in just under 3 months. This definitely took a toll on Hongjoong, as he felt constantly stressed, 24/7. You noticed he wasn’t coming home as often as he used to, and you noticed how he had distanced himself from you too. You tried reaching out, and calling him, only for him to give short replies and get back to work. You knew this wasn’t good for his mental health, but there was only so much you could do. You knew that if he kept overworking and taking stress, his body would soon not be able to take it anymore and that’s exactly what happened. 

About halfway through their live, Seonghwa and San got a phone call from their leader. Thinking it was a normal phone call, they declined it as a joke. Even after a few minutes however, Hongjoong didn’t call them back, so they called him themselves getting worried. They were instantly met with his hoarse voice begging for help.

“Seonghwa-yah, I can’t breathe. I- I-” He gasped and cried. Seonghwa and San instantly went into panic mode, quickly ending the live and rushing to their leader. They found Hongjoong in the corner of his studio of the floor, head in hands, sobbing. 

“Hey, hey, hey, Hongjoong hyung, what’s wrong?” San asked, only to be cut of by gasping from the leader. Hongjoong was sobbing loudly and he couldn’t breathe, this had never happened before and he didn’t know what to do. Seonghwa started to get worried, and had called the rest of the members. They all watched helplessly, as their leader was crying and was violently shaking, flinching at any contact made. Seonghwa and Yeosang both started to cry feeling incredibly helpless. San decided to call you for help, knowing you’d be able to calm him down. 

“Y/n-ah, I think Hongjoong hyung is having a panic attack, he won’t stop crying and can’t breathe, please hurry!” He sternly said. You gasped and ran out the door, with nothing but your phone. When you arrived at the studio, you found all the boys huddled around Hongjoong, while he was sobbing and gasping. They made way for you, and you immediately jumped into his arms. You straddled his lap, and ran your fingers through his hair. As soon as he recognised the familiar scent, he gasped and cried a little louder, whispering apologies to you.

“Shhh” You whispered, tears flowing nonstop from your eyes too. He buried his head into your neck and the both of you just sat there and cried. His breathing slowly calmed down, and his cries subsided. When he finally could breathe normally, he looked up at everyone with bloodshot eyes, muttering apologies.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened to me...” He whispered. At this point, most of the members were crying, or at least had teary eyes seeing their leader so broken. He was thankful to have you in that moment as you knew him well enough to know your scent calmed him down.

Seonghwa : 

You knew it was wrong, Seonghwa was the son of your mom’s boyfriend, but you still found him so intriguing. He could possibly been your stepbrother, if your mom decides to get married. You wanted your mom to be happy, but at the same time couldn’t help but hate their relationship. It didn’t help when once recently you were caught in his room smelling his stuff. Your mom and Seonghwa’s dad had already moved in together, but weren’t married yet. Despite this, it was only obvious, for them to take the next step and get married. At the moment, you and Seonghwa had your own rooms, but you were banished form his at all costs. Despite this, you let your curiosity get the best of you, and one day decided to sneak into his room. Bad idea.

You were greeted by the most heavenly scent of a mix of roses, honey and musk. His room was cozy and the fact that everything smelled like him did not help one bit. Your legs moved on their own and you walked towards his closet. You felt like you were ascending. Overwhelmed by heavenly scents, you grabbed a bunch of the clothing and stuffed it into your face, inhaling the wonderful smell. You must have seemed like a creep, but you didn’t care. You soon walked to desk and noticed a small black bottle. You realised it was cologne and your curiosity getting the best of you, you smelled it. This was it. This is the heavenly smell you loved. You immediaetely drenched yourself in it loving the smell. 

Meanwhile, a certain someone was watching you from the door. He walked into the room, and in a daze, you didn’t realise he walked in. He back hugged you and you jumped.

“Hey, calm down” He whispered

“I see, you’re enchanted by the way my room smells” He said turning you around, and there it was again, the sweet smell, mixed with a bit of sweat, pure heaven in your opinion. You tried your best to try and block out the smell, only for your eyes to roll back into your head from pleasure and comfort. 

Seonghwa laughed at you, pushing you outside the room.

“You better stop doing that, or else I might have to tell mom and dad” He said giggling, his demeanor instantly changing. You were confused and even more frustrated now. You were falling for Seonghwa but couldn’t be with him. What a tragic life you had. Little did you know, a few months later, you both would run away and get eloped. Haha, sorry mom.

Yunho : 

Could you have possibly fallen harder for Yunho. The answer is no. You were so in love with him it scared you. You weren’t even aware you could love someone this much, yet here you were. You couldn’t be happier though, Yunho loved you even more, if that were eve possible. One thing that you always loved though was the way it smelled, and you actually liked his smell before you even met him.

See, your best friend, was Yunho’s younger, cousin sister. When you had come to visit once, she was talking about her boyfriend and was talking about how he made her feel so loved. She showed you this blue hoodie he had lent her and you just nodded your head, unsure of what to say. You weren’t too interested, since you just felt more single anyways. When she left to go the washroom, however, you decided to take a closer look. You picked up the hoodie she was showing you. Was it really that nice to have your boyfriend lend you a hoodie? You picked up the hoodie and smelled it, it smelled like sweat and you threw it as far as you could away from you. 

“Wow, I can see why she is smitten” You said to yourself sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You were about the go back to sit on the bed when you noticed a dark grey hoodie. Sighing, you picked it up. You brought it close to your face to observe the words on it only to be greeted by the sweetest, most heavenly smell ever. You immediately gasped and stuffed the fabric in your face. It smelled like honey and you couldn’t get enough of it. You were absolutely mesmerised and decided to put it on. Your hands were moving on their own and you removed your shirt and put the hoodie on. Right then, your friend walked in and you gasped.

“This isn’t your boyfriends hoodie is it?” You asked stuttering, hoping it wasn’t, or else you would definitely be in a weird position.

“So you have found Yunho’s hoodie huh” She replied

“Yunho? who’s Yunho?

“My cousin”

“Thank godd!” You said a bright smile on your face, now you could openly voice your interest without feeling worried that it was her boyfriend’s hoodie instead.

“What’s with that smileee” Your best friend teased you

“Dudeee, this hoodie smells like honey and it reminds me of heaven. I just want to like bathe myself in this smell, why is it so enchanting?” You said exasperated.

“I mean it smells alright...” your best friend said, not understanding you.

“ALRIGHT?!??! IT SMELLS LIKE HEAVEN DUDE, LIKE MUSKY AND I WANT TO BE SURROUNDED BY THIS SCENT” You said yelling

Right then, a tall boy walked through the door. He stood in front of you and you raised an eyebrow. You were about to say something, when he hugged you all of a sudden. You were taken aback at first but recognised the smell, and instantly wrapped your hands around his neck and brought yourself closer. 

Thats how you met Yunho.

Yeosang : 

You and Yeosang were the perfect couple. Balancing each other out, yet matching each others energy, you couldn’t have asked for more. One of your favourite things to do was lie on him when he was shirtless as you loved his natural woody scent. It was so calming for you and it was just one of the many other reasons you loved him. 

The problem was, you could never stop yourself. You just loved him smell so much, you just tried to be close to him whenever you could. It didn’t help that you were at the dorms recently with all the members and wanted to cuddle. You were all watching a movie, when you saw Woosan, Seonghwa and his girlfriend, Hongjoong and his girlfriend, and Yungi cuddling. It made you pout, so you pulled on one of Yeosang’s arms. He just looked down at you questioningly while you pulled him closer. He giggled and realised what you wanted, guiding your head to his chest, laying it gently and running his hands through your hair. This was still not enough for you though. You pulled up the blanket you were sharing and pulled it over the both of you, until your head, and his chest. Under the blanket, you slowly and gently ran your hands down till the bottom of his thin shirt and lifted it up slightly. You glided your hands under his shirt and gently pushed them upwards. He instantly shivered and the cold touch and closed his eyes. You ran your hands across his stomach and chest and he lightly moaned, only for you to hear. 

You laughed and pulled the blanket over your heads completely until it was covering the both of you. You then took the opportunity to take off his shirt. He simply obliged, caught up in the moment. When you took off his shirt, you slid back down, to the waistband of his pants, and kissed his stomach. You moved up his stomach and chest showering him with kisses, after finally finding a comfortable position, and resting your head on his chest. He kissed your head and wrapped the blanket around the both of you comfortably. When the movie was over and the Matz started waking everyone up, it was safe to say they were thoroughly confused when they saw him shirtless, with your head in the crook of his neck. They decided to wake Yeosang up first, not wanting to embarrass you. He looked at all of them and blushed, carrying you to his room. He never told you about what happened, until recently when you had another movie night together and Wooyoung didn’t pass you the blanket.

“Yah! Wooyoung, pass me the blanket idiot!” You yelled after he kept snatchin it away.

“Why? so you can do nasty stuff, while Yeosang is shirtless, like you did last time?” He said raising his eyebrows. You were first confused, then blushed bright red, and started to chase him. Yeosang simply sighed and joined the two of you.

#ateez x reader #ateez #ateezff #ateez fanfic #ateezfanfic #ateez angst #ateez fluff #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #ateez scent #ateez hyungs

[antiloreolympus]

5 Anti LO Asks

1. I just saw some post about body diversity in Lo and how it is grat and that they loving it, and it was just like 5 background characters that said only one sentence.

2. I feel like a lot of the couples are kinda not interesting no matter how much drama Smyth puts into them.

HXP gross, cheating, boss and employee, awkward for the work place, too many people are involved, and still isn’t grabbing it for me. Like I know other people root for them, but I don’t, it’s hard to root for a dumpster fire.

Hera and Zesus. The constant cheating was expected, and the bad communication, but Echo doesn’t spice it up or anything I would have been fine if Echo was a friend that shit talked Zeus with Hera (I know that’s not the story but still does Rachel care about accuracy? No) even though Zeus cheats we do get to see him actually care, BUT Idk Hera doesn’t draw me in, like they both suck, but Zeus is a bit more complex for me (with the bad husband, the cheating but still caring for Hera and being jealous)

Eros and Pysch. The beginning was interesting even knowing the myth, it was getting just a little stale and then bam he finds out on accident and I lost interest. Like they talked too much about HXP too much to feel like their own thing later on and now that he didn’t complete the test right like what now. Is Aphrodite gonna get in trouble or are we gonna forget? Idk they lost their spark for me.

Minthe and Hades. Toxic relationship that needed more time to expand explanation. Like yeah we know they are/were together but like that backstory wasn’t much. Sorry #minthedeservesmorescreentime.

Daphne abs Thanos are interesting and I can actually see why both like each other, where they started and I wanna know what’s gonna happen next for them. Like they have the life and death balance that HXP wishes even. And even tho Daphne isn’t a god, she told Apollo she was gonna ruin him, she bit him, she was awesome! And it was believable too since she’s an athletic influencer. Thanos has an interesting plot line that will probably be a problem for them later but I’m excited. Like both characters affect the plot outside of their relationship AND are interesting

Aphrodite and Ares feels like RS dropped the ball with them. Why is Ares flirting with Persephone? Sure they’re open but like idk Persephone doesn’t seem like a good fit for him at all. They were set up interestingly since we knew Aphrodite was looking for him, but that one little hug scene did no justice for either character. Like we hardly see them interact positively towards each other.

Crack ship Minthe and Hecate would have loved to see! My crack fic before I think a lot of season two was out was After Minthr parties Thetis and leaves her, she doesn’t snitch on Persephone and just tells Thetis to back off, returns to work all humbled out and Hecate and her work together on just personal shit and work stuff. Minthe asks Hecate stuff on how to get over Hades and how to be better and that’s when we learn Hecate always loved Minthe’s chaos. But yeah that didn’t happen. When I saw some crack headcanon s about those two I was like “didn’t know I needed this till now”. (I was hoping Minthe was gonna be like Petra from Jane the Virgin, starts out bad, doesn’t like the main character for most of the time but still gets a happy ending)

3. i like how LO fanss defend it like "well its no more problematic than the myth its based off of!" which like sure, thats an argument to make, but idk, the original myth didnt have persephone be nearly underage with no experience so hades can take advantage of it, demonizing several mother figures for the sake of a guy, a huge class divide thats frames the rich and powerful as the oppressed to the poor, and you know, ACTUAL SLAVERY. like cmon, it's honestly worse than the OG myth in most ways.

4. youd think if hades is self aware enough to know he was the wrong party to get into a relationship with minthe in the first place, that he'd at least be a little concerned over minthe being stuck as a plant, especially when persephone almost dropped her which would have killed her. the two of them just left her alone in a dark, empty room while they went to dance and goof off, not a care in the world. he seems more relived she's out of his hair now for him to hook up w/ his intern. its so gross.

5. I hope Demeter is pissed at her daughter for just like EVERYTHING. Taking a step back, Persephone is having a grand ol time at Hades’ place for god knows how long while her mother is worried about their situation and then gets kidnapped and Persephone makes 0 effort to try and get in contact with her or anything (hey hectare you saw my mom laying low as a bird, but any chance can you try and find her again and maybe we can arrange something since the literal god of gods is out for our blood so maybe let’s get the story straight)

Demeter going against her own comfort and parenting beliefs to left Persephone like with Artemis. It’s not Persphones fault that Apollo happened, BUT Demeter probably let Persephone live there after the murders to settle some stuff out and then 1 month of living there or so Persephone runs away to live in a motel and then has a power control issue. Let’s pretend the power control issue didn’t happen yet, what the hell was she gonna tell her mother? “Hey mom Artemis’ brother makes me uncomfortable so you can find me at this motel IN THE UNDERWORLD NEAR HADES YEAH THE GUY I FIND PLEASANT LOOKING” I know Demeter is suppose to look like an over the top mom, but yeah how was that suppose to go down? If she found out her daughter was staying with hades?

Getting an internship with Hades/underworld and not telling her mom. Idk if Hera made it a secret, but again Demeter would probably want to know that stuff being strict as she is, she probably would want Persephone to excel at a job BUT maybe not with Hades idk I forget, again it just shows there no trust between either mother nor daughter. Hera also sucks for testing her friends daughter with out actually having the intention to help perpshone and test if Hades is actually okay.

After everything Demeters gonna be like “this is why I wanted you to commute, I wouldn’t have been shoved in a bird cage if you you just have just commuted to school.”

Like I know persphone has to go out and make her own mistakes, but a lot of it boils down to Persphone was a brat. She demanded she leaves and then later killed some people got her way and then went behind her back and didn’t even want to stay in Olympus. Demeter isn’t blameless in this situation but Persephone is a murderer, glorified side chick, and I just feel that all of Demeter’s worse nightmares about her daughter leaving all happened and worse 

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[poptod]

Pull the Stars Out of the Sky (And Gift Them to Me), pt. 5 (Ahkmenrah  x Reader)

Description: You finally learn just how far he will go.

Notes: this story takes a very interesting turn, but i promise its worth the ending i promise. ending might not be done for several more chapters though :) hope thats alright! WC: 8.2 k

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He left you alone in the garden.

You could've run away then. The trees and brush you'd have to wade through would be a tiny price for freedom, and you were mostly hidden from the view of the house. Instead you curled into a ball, having never felt as small as this in all your life, and hid yourself away. He was on your mind.

A taste of how your life would be if you ran already began to build on your tongue, as though in this moment you were free of his hold, entirely, wholly, and truly. It was bitter, like bile, tainted by the man who would always be on your mind, no matter how far or fast you ran. He had left his mark, scarred your skin, and you would never be rid of his presence. His eye that he forced into your mind would always watch over you, broadcasting his desirous thoughts into your consciousness. A voyeur in your own head.

Bereft of energy, you leant against the alabaster pillar, drooping eyes set uneasily upon the flowing water. He would do anything for you, but how far did that insanity go? Would he eventually grow tired of your emotional distance and forcefully take you for his own? All you knew of him was what he decided to show you––not a single bit more.

"Amoke?"

You looked drearily upwards, but relief filled you upon seeing Haji approaching you.

"You don't look so good," he noted, sitting down on the step beside you.

"I'm just a little tired," you sighed, pulling the blanket on your shoulders tighter around you.

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yes, fortunately. How about you? What is your housing like here?"

"Not too bad," he said with a shrug. "I've got three other men in my room, but we're all in bunks. Main part of the house is nice, though. Lots of baked goods."

"Sounds nice," you chuckled. Your gaze fell once more to the intricate path of stone beneath your feet.

"So... Ahk told me you had a bit of a rough time this morning," he said slowly. You knew that was why he was here, yet still your heart sunk a little.

"I don't often find myself in large cities, much less in the middle of them."

"That's not the only thing bothering you though, is it?"

You sighed, before softly saying, "no."

Haji waited patiently while you thought through your words, contemplating them fully before you spoke.

"I told myself, when I was first caught by your King, that I wouldn't sympathize with him. I promised that I wouldn't fall into that common illness, but... now.. well, every now and then he seems human. Then it all fades away, and then it comes back, and... he's capable of controlling what people think of him. He puts on different personalities for different people. Why does he do that?"

"That's his job," Haji said simply, sending a stake through the core of your mindset. "He can't be a ruler all the time, but he can't not be a ruler when he's out in public. It's good that he hasn't let being a King take over his whole personality, like his father. The fact that he shows you all these sides of him means he wants you to be welcome in all parts of his life."

"... did he tell you to say that?"

He laughed, shaking his head as he patted your shoulder.

"No, but that was a very worship-y thing for me to say," he admitted.

"Heh," you said in a soft huff, wrapping your arms around your legs and pulling them in close.

"Haji?!" Ahk called from inside the house.

Haji sighed, almost rolling his eyes as he pushed himself to his feet.

"See you," he said, trotting off.

A couple minutes later you heard voices, which was strange, considering the garden was a decent distance from the house. You glanced around, eventually looking up to find Ahk and Haji, framing the sides of an open arch held high above the ground. They were discussing something quietly, but the wind carried their voices to you.

"Are they alright?"

"Yeah, considering what you're doing to them."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I – I'm sorry, my K-"

"It's fine," he muttered curtly. "Don't let it happen again."

You bit into your cheek hard, till your skin stung, and your jaw ached with the force in it. How had you ever willingly done his bidding? How had it slipped your mind, that he was still a royal? It was obvious in his step, his manner, his words, and his presentation, yet you had allowed yourself to thank him. To speak softly to him. To share parts of yourself that you had always sworn to keep to yourself.

No matter––you could not take away what you'd already freely sacrificed, but that didn't mean you had to keep sharing things. Today it would stop, and you would feel no more sympathy for the fickle man. As nice as Haji was, he did work for the King, and whatever you told him would end up in Ahkmenrah's ear. Sharing with him would also have to cease.

Maybe you were being too bitter, too closed off, but your crimes were meager in the face of Ahkmenrah's. He wanted you for his collection, to keep your beauty near him like a caged bird. If you yearned to leave, he would lock you up, and if you dreamed to fly, he would clip your wings, to keep you for his own.

Bastard.

That night it rained. Poured down in great sheets, battering down on the stone walls surrounding you, and tearing down palm trees like grass in a wildfire. You remained in the gazebo, rooted to the spot until Ahk came out to see you.

"Dearest, you'll get sick in all this rain," he said in a soft voice, kneeling in front of you, and looking up with familiar reverence dulled by the darkened sky.

You said nothing. Instead you fell into him, exhausted by your rampant mind, and aching from the water soaking down your clothes.

"Let's get you inside," he murmured, setting one arm beneath your knees, and the other behind your back.

With a small heave you were in his arms, the whole of your weight easily carried. He adjusted you a few times before you made it back to the house, where he set you down in front of a massive firepit, leaving you in the piles of blankets to run to the front door. You watched, huddled close to yourself as he opened the door and rushed in a small group of people. Among them was Naguib, who looked in a similar fashion to yourself––drenched.

Wet shoes and bare feet slapped against the white floor, puddles of dripping rain collecting on the path to the fire. The sound would have surely echoed if the fire wasn't roaring and crackling, dulling the sound of the rain, and calming you with every floating ember.

Slowly, the group of people around you grew, till Ahk saddled in beside you, his head on your shoulder.

These were his servants. You assumed that the housing set up for them in Thebes wasn't great, and Ahk had decided his house was a good spot for everyone to house up for the night. Sounded just like him––troubling you to the point of a breakdown, and then following that up with an act of kindness you'd see out of no other King.

"Are we sleeping here tonight?" You asked, barely audible above the murmurs of servants and the dancing fire.

"I think it'd be most wise," he murmured, shuffling to kiss your bare shoulder, before returning to his lax, sleepy position.

As people drifted off to sleep, hidden far away from the storm's ravages, you stared at the fire. It dimmed, and more people fell asleep, and you stared, wide eyes unable to close. By now you were lying down, Ahk curled up in your side as you stared at the burning cinders. He snored, though you hardly minded, finding comfort in his obvious heartbeat and the soft warmth of his breath.

He would always be an enigma to you. Or, perhaps, your affection for him would always be an enigma––reasonless, and petty, and undeserved.

"Sweet... darling," he mumbled through sleep-numb lips, grasping you tighter and forcing his face into your side, hiding away from the world.

You shifted, unable to move your arm beneath his head, and pressed your lips to the top of his head.

"Go to sleep, Ahk," you whispered.

"I love you."

Oh.

I love you.

The words circled your head, always on the corner of your eye as the ship beneath you creaked. It was a barge, or that's what Ahk called it; a carrier for Amun beneath the starlit sky. You tried to keep at the edge of the water, but Ahk kept his hand rooted at your waist. You supposed, in the amassed crowd, it would be a little hard to find you once the boat reached the other side of the Nile.

Behind your ship, where the golden statue of Amun rested, a fleet of other ships sailed in your wake, all of varying sizes. Some people sailed alone on small canoes, while others joined larger ships that took families across the river. All followed a path they'd taken before, one lit by a literal golden beacon––Amun, reflecting the light of torches held high above the people's heads. He would be carried by a team of men, who would set the God in the temple of Luxor for worshippers to place their kisses upon.

You could hardly see the ships, as Ahk kept you on an elevated platform overlooking everything in front of him, which simultaneously blocked his view of behind with a large shack.

"Should I pray with you or.. stay out of the temple?" You asked, careful to keep your voice quiet despite the loud voices of the pilgrims.

"You don't have to pray," he said, looking down at you with an assuring smile. "You don't have to stay outside of the temple, either. You can do whatever you like. I'd suggest partaking in the food, though, just by the way."

"It's alright," you said. "I'm mildly interested in how your religion works, so I'll watch your ceremony."

"Wonderful," he beamed.

Your balance stumbled as the hull of the barge hit the sandy shore, banking in another painted metropolis. Massive statues of Amun met you there, though the standing ones were made of limestone, and were a deal smaller than the golden idol. They flanked the docks, protecting the entrance to the city and the adhering temple.

Torches, held by soldiers who came to greet the boats, made way for the muddy ripples of water to visibly crash into the wood, making the ground beneath you sway. With help from Ahk, you rushed off the boat in an orderly manner. Swaths of people followed from behind, running onto the various docks, and watching the Pharaoh with eager eyes. Those whose attention fell to you glared, or stared confused.

Once most people were off the boats, the soldiers and workers began to lift the golden statue, causing an uproar of cheers from those around you. You nearly cringed from the sheer volume, but the grins surrounding you turned your fear to curiosity. Now you watched, blocking out the yells, as the statue was carried off the boat and onto land, passing by you and Ahk as it made its' way to the shore and the temple beyond.

You made to follow the crowd as it followed the statue, but Ahk tugged on your hand, keeping you on the dock. A soft and unbothered smile was on his face, and you paused in your curiosity.

"What are you doing?" You asked, your voice still hushed despite being alone.

"It's better to let them pray for a little while and mingle before I enter. Gets some of their energy out so they don't trample me," he said with a shrug.

"Wow. They must really like this holiday."

"I think more than anything they're excited about free food," he chuckled, his smile growing when you chortled.

Soon he was leading you back down the wooden dock, following the footprints in the sand towards the towering rocks. The dark of night casted the temple as a silhouette, whose real shape could not be truly identified, other than the fact that it was a very large structure. Even by starlight you could barely see the steps as you approached them.

The hallway you entered was deathly quiet, but lit distantly by the lights of the next room ahead. You slowed, your attention ensnared by the statues on either side of you, and your steps came to a silent crawl. Ahk allowed you to gawk at the art before he lead you onwards, a self-satisfied smile on his lips that parted them ever so slightly. Between the tall statues were pillars, and in front of each God sat a shallow basin, all filled with a clear oil.

You turned back to Ahk, ready to continue, pausing to allow him to endow himself with holy oil. Since the journey to Karnak had been started so late into the evening, you had yet to truly see him, and for a moment wondered if he would be wearing makeup.

Blue painted his eyelids, long, sharp lines defining his eyes as he stepped into the golden light, his entirety bathed in the holy glow. His cape trailed meters behind him, shimmering as though it were nothing more than a mist. Cuffs remained a constant in his outfit, though now they cradled his upper arms, his wrists, and his ankles, each carved ornately with faience and lapis defining the lines. The collar holding up his cape bore a royalty all its' own, crystal beads of red, blue, gold, and green coming one after the other in swirling patterns. Three golden amulets fell from the front of the collar, dripping down like rain on his bare chest and stomach.

Power had a name. Royalty had been born through his name––settling deep into his person, seeping out its' presence through his veins. This was the God the Nubians feared, the Hittites, the Phoenicians, all relented their struggle in the palm of this man's hand.

He stepped forward and the cheers of the hall fell into silence, heads bowing as all came to their knees. Foreheads pressed against the ground, hands outstretched on the temple floor, but consistently retaining a clear path to the statue of Amun.

Ahk continued into the room a few more steps before he realized you weren't at his side. At that point he turned to you, meeting your eye and calling you over with a silent wave of his hand. The blood in your heart froze, petrified by the insinuation, as your eyes darted between the bowed heads and the Pharaoh's outstretched hand. But he was patient, and he waited, his welcoming hand never falling.

After another moment you took his offer, fingers sliding over his palm till he grasped you, entangling your hands together. He pulled you gently forward, and soon you were walking by his side, welcome to bask in the respect of a silent room.

You noticed, once you looked up from the worshippers with guilt, that the statue of Amun had been placed upon a pedestal, a pedestal that had several different levels, and a staircase leading up. On the lower levels, statuettes and reliefs of Mut and Khons numbered many. There was where you stopped and turned, facing the long, torch-lit hall filled to the brim with devotees of Amun and Ahkmenrah.

"They bow for you, too," he murmured in your ear.

Your eyes settled on the exposed backs, the spines popping up, and the different adornments of people from all classes. None of them knew who you were. Would they bow to a stranger just because their King told them to?

Apparently.

To the sides of the altar, you caught sight of the Pharaoh's advisors, and a few of his personal servants, who were bowed alongside the rest.

"I am a King unlike my father," Ahkmenrah began, the first words of a long expected speech. "Unlike my father, I have brought us to peace, and have done so in a fraction of the entire time my father spent ruling. Unlike my father, I will love whomever I decide fit," his hand on your waist tightened, "and I will worship who I desire to. As a King I am allowed these comforts––the freewill of choice, and the means to live fruitfully. I am not controlled by my father... or my advisors.

"Unlike my father, I will give you these rights. Restore what should have never been taken. I will return your free will. I will allow all to marry who they desire, regardless of race, class, or gender."

The already confused crowd began to murmur, heads lifting to whisper to one another in curiosity and disbelief.

"I will pay back what my people sow," he continued. "You will be able to pride yourself on your work, no matter what that is, as all creation is important, and shall be protected under my rule. I will give back the means you give me to live fruitfully. As I regenerate myself and my power during this evening, so shall you be reinvigorated, as my blood runs in your heart, just as your blood runs in mine."

He stopped speaking, and for a moment dead silence ensnared you, before a rupture of cheers and applause broke your ears. Voices surrounded you, echoing off the tall ceiling painted with stars. Beside you, the Pharaoh beamed, basking in the adoration till he turned to you. It was then, within that fiery temple, and within the view of the population of a whole city, that he held your face soft in his palm and kissed you. Needy, incredibly needy, essentially desperate, but gentle. As though you would break. The tension fell instead upon himself, in his tight chest that just barely pressed to yours. His breath pushed and pulled, longing to feel you move against him, never ceasing to thrill your nerves as his fingertips brushed across your bare stomach.

When at last you kissed him back, he melted into you, almost leaning his whole weight on you in relief. He did his best to keep himself upright, and parted when it was clear you were short on breath. For a moment he stared, scanning your wide eyes, before kissing you once more, this time much shorter.

Looking to the sides of the altar, he waved in the servants, who sprang to their feet with trays of food. They dispersed amongst the now-standing crowd, feeding the citizens just as the Pharaoh promised. Musicians appeared from behind tall pillars, strumming melodies you'd never heard before. As they did, Ahk took your hand, kissing the back of it as he began to step down from the altar.

"Ever dance before?" He asked, a teasing smile growing across his face.

"Not in Egypt," you said. Different cultures had different styles of dance, and you were in no state to embarrass yourself with your 'foreign customs'.

"It's much the same as most places," he assured you, leading you down the steps. "Just move however the music tells you to."

Drums brought in a heavy beat, thrumming in your veins as the steps of many dancers surrounded you. The weight of their feet, jumping and pounding in tune with the lutes, created a beat you could easily move your body to. Ahk felt much the same, as he smiled wide and twirled you beneath his arm. Exhilaration caught the breath in your throat, warming your already-flushed skin, and enthralling you with the Pharaoh's many talents. Of course he would know how to dance––of course he would know how to twirl you, how to dip you, to run his hands over every inch of your body without ever truly stopping his melodic movements.

A dream, he was––a glowing halo over his head, the heavenly sky painted above his piercing eyes. His clothes, doing their own dance around his moving body, swayed and whipped the glittering silk high in the air, twirling around him like a golden universe. You found yourself grinning wider than you'd ever done in his presence, searching for his hand and its' warmth whenever he parted. Without thought you chased after him, giggling as he made his way through the crowd, nearly clearing a circle in the middle of the holy temple.

By firelight you caught your reflection in his eyes. It was then you saw yourself, your near-manic smile, your tussled hair, and the royal robes dripping elegantly off your body. This was not you––or, at least, this wasn't you before Ahkmenrah captured you. Yet you found, with his hand on your waist and your chests pressed tight together, that very rarely had you been happier than this moment.

People around you, staring at you, the scent of spilled wine and twice-baked honey intoxicating you. The circle around you continued to dance, but kept an eye on you and the King.

"See?" He murmured out of breath. "You are beautiful. Heavenly. You are already a God. See how they stare?"

"Yes," you whispered out.

"They are simply processing your divinity," he said, his eyes darting to each feature on your face.

"What should I do?"

"Dance."

Beneath the eyes of Amun you kissed him, soft and barely there, before you gently parted yourself from him. He watched, breathless, as you placed your hand on his chest. You circled him, drawing your finger around his chest to his back.

"This is how they dance in the east," you mumbled in his ear, carefully watching the eager crowd as you spoke.

You grabbed his hand, whirling him around to face you as another grin began to cross you. He mimicked your smile, enchanted by your movements, gaze never ceasing as you began to move your hips. The staring of strangers now only served to fuel you, caught up in the wanderlust that had captured you so vividly as a child. This had been your source of energy, how you kept moving throughout the world––the presentation of other cultures, their wisdom, and their art.

Soon you were tangling yourself back into Ahk, allowing him to pull you in circles and dictate your steps. The two of you moved in near synchronicity, and as the temple's dancers joined in on the sides, so did the rest of the populace crammed into the hall. Musicians played louder as the shouts and whoops of listeners began to overtake it.

You caught sight of the golden statue once more, your gaze lingering on those knelt at its' feet. Plates, bowls, and clay pitchers of food and wine now overcrowded the base, accompanied by the reliefs of Mut and Khons, as well as tokens made of Amun's image. Slowly you dragged your eyes upwards, to the watching stare of the golden God.

It blinked.

Massive eyelids closed over empty eyes, causing you to falter in your step. Your own eyes widened, caught horrified by the statue, a terror that quickly halted Ahk's own dancing. He looked at you confused for a moment, before following your line of sight to the statue.

The room fell into an astonished silence, instruments screeching to a halt as the statue's arms began to crack, movement slowly filling them until they tore apart from the main body. Fingers cracked as though sore from stillness, followed by the horrid trembling of the floor brought about by his heavy feet. They tore from the base, stepping down from the altar as the face began to move, animated, and smiling.

The golden eyes of Amun stared at the tiny people below him, a space amidst the crowd cleared for him to stand easily in the temple.

You looked up bug-eyed, your mouth falling open as Ahk grasped your lower arm tight.

"Is this supposed to happen?" You asked in a whisper, but in the wake of silence, your words were clear as day.

"Not... usually," Ahk admitted sheepishly, tugging nervously at his clothes. "Um.. Amun? Have you possessed your statue?"

"In a way," he said, the deep vibrations of his voice humming painfully loud in the echo chamber. "I have my projected my thoughts and voice into this body, so I may give to you the gift of my presence... and so I may give you a message."

Despite the tremor in Ahkmenrah's hand, he kept himself steady, and looked up at the God as though he were any other regular person.

"What is your message, Hidden One?" He asked. 

"I desire your... pet," the God said, his eyes falling to you, clinging to the Pharaoh's side. You shrank further into yourself, nearly shaking with panic.

Amun was the creator God. Ahkmenrah could not say no––the pure outrage that would come from the citizens should he do that was deterrent enough for you to be assured of that.

But he stepped out in front of you, cradling you behind him as he glared upwards.

"Why?" He asked, his earlier reverence turned to suspicion.

"Do you dare to question my command?" Amun asked in return, the rims of his eyes beginning to glow an unearthly purple. Smoke filled his mouth, coming out in great billows and plumes, filling the ceiling as he appeared to grow taller.

"I want to know why," Ahk gritted out.

Amun paused, gauging both your expression and Ahkmenrah's, before speaking precise and clear.

"It possesses the knowledge of many cultures. I have tired of my consorts, my own pets, and their closed minds. Your pet is beautiful and knowledgeable," Amun said, kneeling to face you closer, "and I desire it for the afterlife."

Massive eyes met yours, peering over Ahk's comparatively tiny shoulder. They remained rooted for a moment, scanning what little of you they could see, before the God stood once more.

"I want you to kill it, preserve its' body as well as you can, and bury it for when I come to take it," he said.

"No."

Gasps sounded from the crowd, all the eyes on you chittering and murmuring at Ahkmenrah's gall.

"Tiny King," Amun growled, his hand reaching down to pick Ahk out from the crowd.

Before the thick fingers could pinch him, Ahk reached around to one of his nearby soldiers, pulling the sword from its' sheath and slicing the palm of the God. The gasps around you grew louder yet, people beginning to shuffle nervously as they doubted the will of their Pharaoh. Through the murmurings you heard shouts, taunts against Ahkmenrah, claims of sudden insanity.

"Give up the slave!" Came from somewhere behind you, which very nearly broke Ahk's concentration on Amun as his nails dug into his palm, teeth ground together.

"Someone take his sword!"

"Get him out of here!"

"Silence," commanded Amun, and the temple returned to quiet. "A cut will not stop me."

With that he reached forward, his massive hand brushing Ahk aside and grasping your middle, arms forced to your sides. Your breath caught in your throat, unable to yell as you were lifted from the ground.

"You had the choice to willingly serve me or anger me. Either way," he brushed the hair away from your face with his golden skin, "I will have Amoke for my own."

He smiled, soft, and terrifying, as he squeezed you tighter in his palm. The constriction cut off your ability to breathe, muscles pinching and twisting with the pressure.

"You have watched from afar my battles, that I am sure of," Ahkmenrah said. You looked down, desperation welling tears in your eyes as you met the gaze of the King, who had the face of the dead; dark, and dull, and absent of empathy. "Yet you don't know that I will destroy anything that comes between me and what I want."

"Funny," said Amun, "I'm the same way."

Ahk casted aside his sword, instead reaching for the many vases, pots, and basins of oil, throwing them all to the floor till both the offerings and marble floors were covered in holy oil. Confusion struck you till he reached for a torch, at which point you began to wriggle in the God's grasp. Ahkmenrah had done a number of stupid things, especially when it came to his relationship with you, but burning down a temple rung bad news to you.

He threw the torch to the ground, lighting the temple aflame with bursts of fire that burned red and orange. Already heat came to meet you, hitting your cheek and neck with waves of searing warmth, tinted with the smell of lavender and roses. Screams bounced off the walls, blurred by the crackling roar of fire. You watched, high above the crowd, as people scrambled towards the exit, desperately escaping the flames. Then your eyes fell, past the door, past the shrieking, to the Pharaoh, his face lit by fire, and his eyes darkened by the overwhelming shadow of his own crown.

"Fire cannot hurt a God," Amun spat, holding you closer to his chest.

"No," Ahk agreed, "but it can hurt your vessel."

"Gold doesn't melt by simple fire."

"Right again. But the stone on the inside of that frame does."

While they spoke, you began to feel the melting heat of stone surrounding you, burning you wherever your skin was bare. Panic seized you fiercely, quickening your breath till you barely felt your own chest heaving up and down. You cried out as the burning sensation turned to searing pain, melting and blistering the skin of your forearms.

From nowhere you were released, falling two meters from the sky to the ground. Ahk rushed past the burning pools of oil and piles of food, grasping your hand tight in his. Before either of you said anything, the agonized, broken yells of a God filled your head. It spiked and crackled, like explosions in your ears, ranging from deep, mechanical roars to high-pitches screeches that felt like nails dragging down from your eyes to your jaw. Through it all Ahk kept you running, heading for the wooden doors already set aflame. Pillars fell around you, crashing against the marble floor, and in the process causing the ground to tremble. The two of you nearly lost your balance, watching two massive pillars slowly falling to block the exit. He held your hand tighter yet, his pace increasing as yours did, the two of you bolting out of the hall. The moment you exited, the final pillars fell behind you, blocking the door and locking the God into the fiery temple.

Heavy pants filled your chest till it numbed, your teary eyes stinging in the cool, night air. Even through the thick stone you could hear Amun wailing and screeching, clawing at the walls of the temple till the marble gave way, tumbling to the floor and splintering upon impact. The sandstone bricks behind the marble kept him inside, leaving him to die within its' holy walls.

"Are you alright?" He asked, frantic hands and eyes scanning your body. First he held your face, then your neck, till he found the marks covering your forearms.

"I'm -"

"Ohhh dearest," he breathed out, his brow furrowed tight as he took your hands, holding them with a touch so gentle you barely felt it. "I'm so sorry, my dear. I didn't... oh dear.. does it hurt?"

You looked down, scanning over the seared flesh in the dim starlight.

"Not anymore," you said, confused at your own tolerance. "It just hurt at first."

"I'm so sorry, my love, I'm.. we'll get this bandaged up, all right?" He promised, looking you in the eye.

"Ahk, no one's going to help you," you said. His subjects wouldn't accept him back after that fiasco. No way.

"Piye will," he said assuredly, raising your hands to kiss your fingers. "That's all we need."

"Where are they?"

"Still in Thebes. It'll take us a little bit, so let's get some bandages first," he murmured, kissing your forehead.

He gingerly threaded his fingers in yours, assuring himself of you, before the two of you headed away from the desecrated temple. While he scanned the long, dark hallway for people, you noted the figures flanking the entrance, and tugged on Ahk's arm.

“He certainly lived up to his speech,” one of them said.

"I think your advisors are waiting to hand your ass to you," you whispered.

"Ah... fuck. My father himself is going to rise from the field of reeds to throw my ass in my face," he mumbled, chewing on his lip.

"When did you start swearing?" You asked, slightly befuddled.

"Usually when I get into dangerous situations," he said lowly, ducking behind one of the pillars as one of the figures shifted, "it starts up. Horrible habit. My mother tried to rid me of it but she was never quite successful."

"Apparently," you muttered beneath your breath, before helpfully pointing out that there were holes built into the ceiling to let natural light through.

"Perfect, darling," he said, pecking your cheek before reaching for the carved top of the pillars.

Once assured of his stability, he heaved himself upwards, catching the ledge outside before falling. From there he pulled himself up, scrambling onto the roof of the hallway. You attempted to go the same route, but your arms hardly reached the pillar's protrusions, and they were numb with pain. Seeing your trouble, he lay flat on the roof, hanging his arm down. You grasped tight as you could, and with help from your legs you clambered onto the roof.

Ahk huffed, brushed himself off, brushed you off, and only then continued on. From up there you could easily see the advisors and guards discussing, their hushed voices reaching you with little clarity. Spying would do you no good, and Ahk soon realized that, taking you back towards the temple.

In silence he climbed the rest of the way to the temple's roof, helping you up along the way. Your shadow stood before you, casted long but pale against the flat expanse of the roof, stretching out before you like a desert. This was the only area of the temple undecorated, left untouched and plain. It was a funny thought to realize that from above––from a God's view––the temple was as plain as white sand.

By descending far away from the entrance, the two of you avoided sight of his advisors in an act you realized he'd done many a time before. You wondered, watching him sneak along the ground, what kind of a child he was, and if you would've liked him better if you met him when he was younger. Though to be perfectly fair you liked him quite a lot already, unfortunate as it was.

Ever aware of your wound, he led you by a hand on your back, instead of the usual taking hold of your hand. Keeping your footsteps quiet proved hard in the loose rocks, but with your slow pace you safely made it to the boathouse he led you to.

"Here," he whispered, ushering you into the room. He glanced outside, scanning for anyone present, before carefully closing the door and turning back to you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could do so he was pushing you into a chair, hushing you softly. Mildly offended, but more importantly confused, you watched as he rifled through boxes of storage. Most of your questions were answered when he pulled out bandages. Alongside that, he pulled out a small pot of honey, which you yourself had used before to treat infections.

"I am truly sorry, my dear," he said as he knelt before you, unravelling the linen. "I never meant for anyone to get hurt."

"Except Amun."

"Well... yes, there is that," he mumbled abashedly, chuckling.

For a little while you watched in silence as he gingerly wrapped your arms up, careful not to touch the sticky, pale wound with his fingers. Honey kept the linen from burning or attaching to heavily to your skin.

"Why did you do that?" You asked, your voice cracking in your attempt to keep quiet.

"What? Did I wrap it wrong?" He asked, looking up with wide, expectant eyes.

"No, not that, the –"

"The burning thing?"

"Yes, kind of," you said. "You hurt your God."

"It's alright, he's not the only one we've got," he chuckled.

"That's not the point," you hissed, increasingly irritated with his jokes. He laughed at your annoyance, but finally calmed down enough to speak seriously.

"Amoke, the Gods are eternal. They have time to know everything, to have everything. We are not. We have a limited amount of time to enjoy ourselves. I think Amun can wait another hundred years till you die. I can't. Do you understand that?" He said, his hand cradling your face as he knelt between your legs, praying to your reverent eyes. "I don't mind fighting for the things in this world that I own. Because until I die, I am wholly of this plane, and such earthly things are all I have."

You swallowed through a tight throat before nodding. A small smile replaced the worried knot in his brow, and he returned carefully to the task at hand.

White linen soon coated the entirety of both your upper arms, spots of honey and blood rarely peeking through the wraps. He was finally finished, the ends tucked away, preventing it from unravelling when you moved. For a moment you sat still, waving your arms up and down experimentally.

"Thank you," you said as you stood, looking down at the couple blisters along your hands.

"Of course, dear," he said, kissing the top of your head. "Piye will do a much better job. I just don't want it to get infected on the way there."

Seeing as your temporary hideout was a boathouse, it was relatively easy to get a boat. The process was a combination of 'don't let the wood creak beneath you,' 'lay down on the dock, there's someone coming,' and 'untie that knot faster'. Your aching hands were no fit for any small, involved work, so Ahk made himself useful by both releasing the canoe from the dock and rowing it away from shore.

Despite being almost-passed-out tired, you couldn't doze on the boat, too paralyzed by the rocking waves. Ahk noticed––of course he did––but could do little to comfort you. All he had to provide was the information that this wouldn't take long; thirty minutes or so, he said.

To find ease in something, you looked off the edge of the boat to the rippling, black water. Though the stars shined above you, you could barely see them in the river. Instead you found your reflection staring back up at you, unblinking.

"It's not healthy to stare at yourself too long. Drives some insane," Ahk commented in a hum.

"As if you don't spend an hour every morning looking at yourself in the mirror."

"Ouch. Fair point."

Stumbling back onto land was easier than usual, but keeping your balance on the dock was a little harder. Ahk told you to sit down while he tied the boat up, which you did, but only after nearly tripping over a stray rope.

"We shouldn't exclude the possibility that Piye, and perhaps the rest of the Thebes, already knows of what we've done," Ahk said, looking out from the dark shore to the torch-lit city.

"And if they do?"

"Um... we'll get to that when we get there," he said with a sharp breath, his eye still set on the lights. "Let's go, hm? Nice and quiet."

You nearly laughed at his behavior, but a glance to his expression had you sobered. His teeth were digging into his lip, more than usual, and it looked rather painful.

"Ahk?" You said, grasping his arm to halt him. He turned to you, his stress gone, and looked you in the eye. "Are.. are you alright?"

He continued to stare at you for a moment, before saying, "yes! I, um, I'm alright. Thank you."

"... okay," you said doubtfully. He was clearly lying, but you didn't want to seem as though you cared too much, and you could always ask later on.

Keeping low to the ground, just as before, the two of you managed to sneak into the city without being noticed. It was an even more impressive feat considering your clothes jangled with every movement, overcrowded with jewels. Torches had you struck with fear several times, recalling each time the gold swirls of Ahk dancing, and terrified the light would shine too bright off the Pharaoh.

Without attracting too much attention, you made it safely to Piye's housing, placed within a large garden beside several other similar-looking houses. First he looked in through the windows, but ultimately found nothing.

"I'm sure it's fine if we just go inside," Ahk said with a dismissive shrug, tugging on the handle.

"Um –"

"Don't worry, Amoke," he said, directing you inside. "I've known Piye since I was ten. They won’t mind."

Your mouth pressed into a thin line, anxiously looking around the dark room for any sign of movement. Such was your anxiety that when Ahk closed the door behind him, you jumped, long nails digging deep into your palms.

"Careful there," he said as he passed by you, heading towards the fireplace.

He knelt on the ground, his beautiful skirt dirtied on the soot and dirt collected on the hearth. Pulling out several tools from nearby, he soon started a fire, this time much tamer and controlled.

Fire.

Why did the sight of it root you to the spot?

Warmth seeped into the room, gently easing your tight, cold muscles, and asking you to step nearer. Your teeth dug into your cheek, but you fought your impulse and sat nearby on the floor. As you drew your knees to your chest, Ahk scooted over to your side, gently putting your head on his shoulder.

"I swear, I'll -"

The muffled sound of yelling began to ring from the entrance of the garden. You and Ahk immediately looked to one another with wide eyes as you listened, trying to make out the words.

"Osiris won't be enough –– wrangle that –– stuff you in a grave!"

Splinters flew as the door wrenched open, slamming against the wall and bounding back to nearly hit Piye in the face. Fortunately, Piye, being tall and vigilant as they were, caught it without breaking their menacing stare at Ahk. Ahk on the other hand was rooted to the spot, staring up at the enraged magician.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Piye yelled, forcing the door shut behind them before approaching Ahk with a vindication you rarely saw. "You think you can just attack a God and your people will still love you? You're not above the deities, Ahkmenrah. You're their vessel and they will strike you down for this disrespect!"

"I'm not going to let an innocent person die because some God wants a plaything," Ahk said firmly, keeping his ground.

"You don't get a choice. Don't forget you're a temporary ruler of this world. The Gods control everything and everyone," Piye said, roughly jabbing Ahk in the chest with their finger.

"Piye has a point," you said.

"Amoke, d –"

"They're going to get their way eventually. Why fight it?" You asked, a question that had the two of them quiet for a moment.

"I will fight for every last second I can have with you. If need be I will slay my people for one more minute in your presence," he said as he once more knelt before you, taking your hands in his. "I will burn down this world for one last kiss."

There was a fervor in his eyes unlike anything you'd seen before––bright, brilliantly so, yet lusting for something not in the realm of the holy. Something much more sinister; a lust not for flesh, but for the blood within it. He would keep his word. You knew then and there, staring into those bright, empty eyes, that he would sooner destroy his cities than let you go.

He would keep his word.

"Don't," you barely whispered out.

"I would," he said with the same softness, directing you to look back at him when your eyes strayed.

"I know."

Wooden planks creaked as Piye shifted their weight, crossing their arms as they watched your spectacle.

"I allowed this for a long while," Piye said, their voice drawing Ahk's face away from hiding in your lap. "I let you steal an innocent person. Now I see I should've stopped it from the beginning. You've grown too attached, Ahk. You have responsibilities bigger than yourself, and there are certain things you cannot indulge. Certain pleasures you cannot partake in."

Not once had the Pharaoh looked to Piye. Instead his gaze remained enraptured in yours, dreamy as it was bittersweet.

"And if I abandon my position as King?" He asked, a smile growing across his face as he carefully watched your reaction. Behind him, however, Piye's own expression fell, arms unwinding as they stared stupefied at the Pharaoh.

"Your father would never forgive you," Piye said, much quieter through the tension built in their throat.

"So what? He's dead."

"Merenkahre might not have been a fantastic King but he was still your father, and he cared about you."

"- a care that was most certainly conditional, seeing as how he treated my brother," Ahk pointed out.

"Your brother killed thirteen servants!! I think that's a little different!" Piye seethed, lean muscles in their hands tensing as they spoke through gritted teeth.

"Yes, listen, Amoke got hurt in that little temple fiasco. I was hoping you could help them," Ahk said, finally turning to face Piye.

"Oh. Of course, come here," Piye mumbled, ushering you over. "I'm sorry you got tangled in his mess. I'm sure you don't want to be here."

"Oh, well -" you began only to be interrupted.

"I'll be very pleased to remind you that Amoke willingly joined me this time!"

"'This time,'" Piye mocked. "Oooh, your little plaything actually wanted to be remotely near you one time."

"First off, ouch, second off, you enjoyed it, didn't you Amoke? I mean, besides the whole melting arm debacle," Ahk said, peering over Piye's to see you.

A long, tense silence stretched when you couldn't find an answer, and instead decided to focus on Piye's treatments.

"My Gods," Piye muttered once all the wrappings were off, which was not a good thing to hear from a doctor when they're examining you.

"What? What's wrong?" You quickly asked, eyes darting between the wrappings, your wound, and Piye's concerned expression.

"Nothing, it's just... this is a pretty severe wound. I'm surprised you still have fingers," they said, shaking their head to clear it.

After taking a deep breath, they took one of your hands, holding it up close to their eye.

"I'm going to have to do some... experimental magic for this. Are you alright with that?"

"What happens if it goes wrong?" You asked, a creeping suspicion on the edge of your words.

"I'd imagine either nothing or you'll have arms made of flowers."

You paused to silently debate it, but took little time deciding.

"Alright," you agreed.

"Wonderful. Give me a moment," they said, and began to mutter verses beneath their breath, eyelids closing over glowing eyes.

You looked to Ahk with an astonished look, your mouth hanging open. He just shrugged, unable to give you an answer before Piye reemerged, no longer glowing in their eyes. Now their palms were glowing, surrounding your burnt arm.

"Repeat after me," they said. "I am this pure lotus which went forth from the sunshine."

You repeated them.

"–– which is at the nose of Re; I have descended --"

"–– that I may seek it for Horus ––"

"–– for I am the pure one who issued from the fen."

Heat came from the tip of your tongue, nearly burning as you spoke the last word. With a racing heart, you opened your eyes, immediately drawn to the blue and purple embers rising from your arm. Streams of light soon came from the wounds, blossoming into solid shapes that built the petals of blue lotus flowers.

Every inch of skin that was scarred, burned, blistered, or melted off had been infested with flowers, growing so thick that they puffed out like kinky hair.

"Is it... supposed to do that?" You asked hesitantly.

"It's not.. not supposed to do that," Piye suggested, which was also not a comforting thing to be told.

Either way, you made your way back to your previous seat, your hands folded neatly in your lap as you slouched down. Piye made to grab something from the mantle, but ultimately sighed deeply and flopped down on the floor beside you and Ahk.

"What are we going to do, Ahk?" They asked, leaning forward with their chin balanced on their palm.

"... you're going to help me?" Ahk murmured as he perked up.

"Yes," said Piye bitterly, "of course. But I'm not going to enjoy it."

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek #rami malek character #ahkmenrah x female reader #ahkmenrah x male reader

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Pink Chains

Part Seven.

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment. 

Tags. @galagcica @haikyuu-but-low-iq @mocha-babes @derpeedoo @kayisweird @kozushiki @lunebabie

The ride back into the city was quiet; the only sounds were the crying kitten on your lap and Kyotanis music. No one was saying anything and Kyotani did not have his hand on your thigh, you were staring down at the kitten watching it wobble around on your lap trying to balance itself out. It was a brown cat with a white creamy head and back. Looked to be male, too.

You tucked the kitten closer to you watching it shine under the street lights then go dark then go light again. Kyotani was focusing on driving, his knuckles hurt and he could feel the irritation in his lip where Bokuto punched him. He was so goddamn angry at everything right now; he just wanted to give you a nice day after the shitty morning and day at school you had, he just wanted to see that smile on your face that he loved so much, that happy look that was just for him. He was going to end the night at his house with you in his arms watching whatever movie you wanted…

But everything changed so fast… too fast. He hated himself. What would have happened if he punched you? If he did not see you come between him and Bokuto? How bad would he have hurt you? ...it all hurt him right in his heart…

*

Kyotani pulled up to your apartment and helped you bring the things in from the zoo. You sat down on the ground by Mohas cat hut looking in with the kitten on your lap.

“Mocha.. I .. brought you a friend..” you said, breath shaky.

Kyotani could only watch, he wanted to console you so bad. Tell you its okay now, but he was not sure if he should even go over to you, or say your name.

Mocha emerged from her hut to see you and the kitten, you set the scared animal down and pet Mocha. “His name is Machi, short for Macchiato , hes your new friend okay?”

Mocha sniffed Machi and lightly grabbed at its neck dragging the kitten inside it. You sighed, relieved, Mocha could take it from here.

You got up to see Kyotani sitting at your table with his hands in his hair, elbows on his knees staring at the ground.

“Kyo..”

He didn't move.

Slowly you dropped to your knees again to fit between his legs so you could see him.

“Kyo i wanna go to your house….”

You blinked when his tears hit your face, his lip was fumbling and his nails were digging into his hair. You laid your head on his thigh talking very calmly.

“I enjoyed my day with you so much, ive never seen a lion before. They are so fluffy huh? I bet its fun to brush the males crazy hair. The wolves liked you too huh? Did you notice that?” you rubbed his leg soothingly feeling it twitch under you. “I bet they will remember you, especially the one who stared at you. I really liked the red pandas. I still cant believe you set that up. Just for me. Did you see them flop around? They are such silly creatures.”

Kyotanis left hand fell to weave itself into your hair to hold your head.

“I had a very nice day with you Kyo. What happened does not change that. Promise. You said yourself you wanna talk it out with Bokuto. When you do youll be friends. I know you can do it. Your my Kyo you can do anything.”

Kyotani choked out a heavy breath, it felt like he was holding everything in just to listen and focus on you. He pulled you up to press his forehead against yours. He had a very shaky and nervous voice.

“I-i-i-i… i kno-ow,, Sweetie.”

*

Kyo had indeed brought you to his house and you were very happy to be there, you were curious about this surprise he had mentioned and Kyo refused to say anything more on it.

It was a very nice big house. A fenced in yard with a even bigger garage.

You got out of the car watching the gate close behind you and Kyotani pulled you in for a hug from behind burying his nose in your neck holding you for a minute. Just taking it in, you were so special to him. You were the one for him, he knew it. And he was never letting go.

“Ready sweetie?”

“Yes yes !!!” you turned to give him a kiss and he sighed wiping the blood off your lips.

“Sweetie let me wash up first” he told you, taking your hand and going into home from the garage, the door sliding down on its own sealing the garage up.

“Be quick ab-”

A lot.. Of barking could be heard, a lot..

You hugged Kyotanis arm, squeezing it. “Puppies?!!!”

“Oi quiet down its 9 at night!!! King stop it!!!”

“Is that iwaizumi?” you asked him.

“Yep.” he took you up the stairs and opened the door to his living room.

A large all black german shepherd was barreling towards you barking its head off, it was deafening. Behind him was a yellow Shiba inu trying to bark equally as loud but he was not as big, next was a skinny tan pit bull barking low, his little tail wagging very fast.

“ BABIES!!!!” instantly you dropped down and the dogs tackled you with kisses and wagging tails. Your laughing was music to Kyotanis ears, god it helped so much.

Kyotani stepped over his dogs to go see Iwaizumi who was holding a white pomeranian. He pet it and instantly Iwaizumi could tell his friend had gotten in a fight. He did not say anything, just gave his rough looking friend a look. Kyotani shook his head looking back at you, you were standing now and petting all the dogs with a excited face.

“The big one is King, the shepherd. The Inu is Rex, the skinny one is Chicken Legs, hes a rescue,” he told you.

“And this is Mango! My lil baby” Iwaizimi said, holding the happy dog up .

“More babies!!” you gave each dog a nose kiss and hurried over to greet the happy snowball of a dog in Iwais arms. “So cute! All so cute!”

“Sweetie, my room is upstairs, go find something to change into okay? Ill be up in a minute”

“Kay! Iwaizumi Kyo has something hes gotta tell you!” you told him, all huffy.

“Oh yeah?” he teased putting the dog down .

All four dogs followed you up the stairs and Kyo shook his head knowing he would have to kick them out after he got up there.

As soon as they hear the door shut Iwai crossed his arms over his chest dipping his head at his friend taking in his cut lip and bloody knuckles. Kyotani sat down after grabbing a wet cloth and explained while he cleaned up.

“Seriously? “

“I dont even care that he showed up, i almost fuckin hit her.”

“Punched, is the correct word” his friend said sitting down with him. “What happened next?”

Kyotani shrugged, squeezing the towel for a second. “I broke down, i had accepted im a monster and that she was gonna run off leaving me. But instead she got on that dirty ground with me to yell at me and give me a talking to.” he wiped his knuckles, one by one. “She thought i started it but Bokuto spoke up, i told him to get in touch with Yahaba and then we left..”

“Christ..”

“Iwaizumi i dont know how shes still with me”

“I dont either. But shes special Kyotani, thats more than obvious now.”

“I want to move on from that day, that tourney. Everything, and start a life with her.”

“Well Yahaba will want this cleared up pretty soon so expect that in the morning, you know how he operates”

“Mhm,” Kyotani got up rubbing his face with the towel. “Ill see you tomorrow Iwaizumi, Oikawa is opening right?”

“Yep, lets hope he remembers how”

“God..”

*

Kyotani went up the stairs to see you in one of his old jerseys with no pants on with all the dogs sitting with you on the floor wagging their tails. You were petting each one and telling each one something special about them.

Kyotani put his hands on his hips whistling, alerting the dogs.

“Cmon now.” he motioned for the stairs.

The dogs pouted and you giggled getting up to sit on the bed criss cross. All the dogs went to Kyotani and he moved to the side. “Out, out out, “ he told them walking behind them. Each dog flopped down the steps except for Chicken Legs, he was whimpering and giving Kyotani a nervous look.

“Scared to go down still?” he crouched down picking up the dog. “ okay okay,” Kyotani brought the dog downstairs and gave it a gentle hug. “Go get some sleep, she will be here in the morning.” He made sure Chicken Legs made it into the dogs room before going back upstairs, closing his door with a sigh. Kyos room was full of posters, trophies, and jerseys. He had a desk with an expensive laptop sitting on it and a little picture bored next to it with pictures of him and lal of his volleyball friends. His bed was very big, a King size maybe. It was across from a big screen tv that sat next to the wall.

“Kyo…”

He looked up after ditching his pants and shirt to see you waiting for him to join you.

You looked so perfect in that jersey to him. He made his way over spotting you clothes on his floor along with a pink bra. He crawled in the bed pulling you on his lap facing him giving you a a really long deep kiss.

#kyotani x reader #kyotani 💕 #bokuto #iwaizumi

[doodleodds]

I really, really, REALLY love your train!palace AU.

I was just curious if you have any other HCs for potential palaces — for either Akechi or Akira.

You don’t have to do any drawings or anything, I just loved reading about all your little details for the train AU and I’m starving for more haha

Ah thank you! I’m really glad you liked it!!! ^u^ I don’t really have any other hcs that i’m planning to draw (as of right now anyway B) ), but I did have an Akira palace concept a while ago that I’ll talk about below the cut if you’re interested! :)

(its kind of long cause once I started typing I just started rambling, so be warned)

Thanks for the ‘you dont have to draw anything’ by the way, lol xD There’s 1 drawing cause I couldn’t help myself though ;P

So, I dont know if it’ll be what you were hoping for, but a while ago i was thinking about an Akira palace about feeling overwhelmed that’s maybe called “Balancing Act” (i was thinking about calling it like. ‘tilting tower’ or something cause I think ‘tilting tower toppled’ would be a funny achievement to get once you beat it, but that just sounds too much like the fortnite thing and i cant handle that lmao), which the thieves (sans akechi- this will be explained later) probably realize exists somewhere around the end of sae’s palace.

Since the palace isn’t really akira’s distortion of a place so much as it is his distortion of what’s expected of him, his keywords could probably be something like “everyone’s happiness” and “his responsibility”? And I guess the location could just be leblanc since that’s where he lives?? I haven’t really. thought this part out too heavily lol ^^; feel free to interpret it as you’d like.

It’s probably been done before, but the whole thing is based around the idea of akira's shadow manifesting as atlas, but instead of holding up the weight of the sky, he’s holding the growing weight of people’s expectations. So, the palace itself is....you guessed it.....a tilting building! wow! It’s only not completely falling over because akira’s holding it up from the foundation, since it’s full of people he’s afraid to let down :)

sort of like that. it doesn’t have to be an apartment building, obviously. In all honesty what’s in my head is just like. a giant white cube. cause i really don’t know what “feeling responsible for other people’s continued happiness” would manifest as aside from something that could maybe hold cognitions of said people, so please accept the apartment building for now lmao (again feel free to interpret as you like)! And his outfit is definitely subject to change, i just stuck him in the first thing that came to mind xD

“BUT SOPHIA,” i hear you asking, “IF AKIRA’S RIGHT THERE, CAN’T THE PT JUST FIGHT HIM AND TAKE HIS TREASURE REALLY QUICKLY?” NO, you fool!! He’s holding up the weight of the world! does it LOOK like he’s got time to fight, let alone know where the hell his treasure is?? It being Akira’s palace, of course he cuts a deal with them- find his treasure and they can just keep it since it’ll be a weight off his mind (literally), in exchange for someone bearing the building for just a few minutes so he can have a break before they actually leave with the treasure. The thieves agree to this and eventually head into the building he’s holding up (i thought the thieves stealing his treasure literally adding weight to his mind/being another burden he has to shoulder was a funny concept here), and begin searching.

pretty much at this point I just figured the goal would be scaling the building, since the treasure is most likely at the top? (cause i mean honestly speaking if it’s not with akira, where else would it be. just finding it sitting in the middle of the fifth floor seems anti-climactic). As they ascend, they realize everything is in perfect equilibrium, perfectly balanced on both sides of the building so it helps it not topple. E.g., on one floor one side of the hall has a ryuji cognition while the other has an ann cognition, or something to that effect.

Earlier I mentioned the thieves sans akechi finding out about this palace late into the infiltration of sae’s because if the thieves were to discover akira had a palace, i doubt they’d tell akechi when they know he’s going to betray them and wouldn’t want him to purposefully muck up their infiltration. I also thought it would be interesting to see an akechi cognition in the palace, and maybe have it purposefully doing something to throw akira off balance (a consequence of him knowing about the assassination plot, explaining why it would be late in sae’s palace)? my initial thought was literally something like ‘the thieves walk into a room just in time to see the akechi cognition step off the edge of the balcony and un-balance the building, causing the gimmick of the palace to become having to leave a party member behind to keep it balanced every time something throws it off-balance on their way to reach the top’ or something. but idk! that seems a little extreme and i didn’t really put any thought into how they’d get back down afterward, so. just consider there being a trouble-maker akechi cognition, lol. ^^;

anyway! they reach the top eventually, the treasure’s there. hooray! they head back down to send the calling card. I genuinely don’t know whether akira knows about his palace or not in this au or whether he even wants the pt to steal his heart, but. He gets a calling card none-the-less, since whatever is causing his distortion is harmful to him and his friends want to help him. And I don’t feel like exploring the potential consequences of it being his choice or not rn >o>

So the pt go back in to steal the treasure! And it goes really easily. in and out! but before they can leave, Akira’s shadow asks them to uphold their part of the deal- someone take the weight of the palace for him for a minute so he can know what it’s like to exist without the weight of that on his shoulders for a minute before he disappears. Now...if you know anything about atlas’ encounter with heracles, you know that he tries to trick him into holding up the sky indefinitely. WELL! guess what happens when one of the pt takes up his mantle under the building. Akira’s like “oh gee, thank you! you’re a great friend.” and then yoinks his treasure from the others and tells them they’re going to have to try to take it from him. he’s got people relying on him, and he needs this in order to keep them happy!!

the supposed gimmick of the palace continues, in that the PT are always one party member down during the boss fight (maybe you can switch out whose holding it? i don’t see why you couldn’t, so long as someone always is).

This is where my planning on the palace kind of ends, because I’m not sure what akira’s shadow turns into during the bossfight. Back when i first got into p5 vanilla, i didn’t have a whole palace au but i had a kinda melancholy akira shadow encounter thought out, where when his friends ask why he hasn’t transformed into a monster during his boss fight he says something like “i’ve got a palace. i’m already a monster, aren’t I?” or something to that effect. so, that’s an option, but it sort of doesn’t fit the vibe so... idk! again feel free to interpret it as you will lmao.

When they do defeat him and get his treasure back, he tells them to get out of the palace before it collapses and takes the (now probably crumbling) building from whoever’s currently holding it. The thieves feel bad leaving him there, and he tries to convince them that he’s heading back to his real self in a few moments so they shouldn’t worry, but they all band together for a hot minute and help him hold up the palace even as it collapses, and it’s like. a show of solidarity? Like a “you can call on us if you need help” kinda thing? and they’re with him till he disappears and they escape.

Not sure what happens when they get back to the real world or what akira’s treasure turns out to be (i’ve seen other aus where its his probation notebook so. maybe that?), but thats it!

...yep. i’m not as attached to it as the train one (cause its not got goro in it lmao), but! that’s what i got. :>

thanks for asking though, anon! I hope that was what you were looking for!

#i'm glad you liked the train palace au though!! ^u^ #and thanks for asking- i wouldn't have done anything about this one if you hadn't asked #p5