Chase
You're bored and looking for some entertainment, and Sun is more than willing to entertain you.
Vampire Sun x Thrall Y/N
CW: suggestive
Wordcount: 2530
You were bored. Oh, so very bored and restless. Moon was out on an errand. So it was just you, Sun, and DJ and the other spirits haunting the place. Speaking of Sun, you found him lounging in one of the sitting room chairs by the fireplace doing some kind of embroidery project. As soon as you entered the room, his eyes met yours and a wide grin stretched his face.
“Hello, sweet thing. What brings you here?”
You didn't answer right away, instead going over and leaning on the back of the chair he was sitting in. “I'm bored,” you said at length.
“Ah, I see. And you've come to me looking for entertainment, is that it?” He didn't sound bothered, setting aside his project and patting a hand on his lap, quietly inviting you to have a seat.
You smiled, stepping around and slipping into his lap, Sun smoothly pulling you close. “So how should I entertain my darling, hm? We could always go to the kitchen and I could whip up a little something. Maybe brunch with hot chocolate?”
“Are you sure you should be making that?” you asked playfully. “Maybe we should wait until Moon gets back.”
Sun reached down, casually pinching your lower jaw between his long fingers as he stared down at you with a playful smile. “Are you looking to be punished? I can't imagine why else you would antagonize me so.”
You held back a snicker. Apparently, Sun was super sensitive about his cooking skills. “It's fine, I'm not that hungry anyway.” In the background the logs in the fireplace crackled softly and the faint smell of wood smoke teased your nostrils.
“That's makes one of us, then,” he remarked, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His breath was warm and soft, his caress was calming yet electrifying. You felt his sharp teeth lightly grazing at your neck, but... It wasn't even a bite. It was a tease. He chuckled and buried his face in the curve of your neck.
His lips lightly caressed you, his voice whispering in your ear, "Mine." He pressed a soft kiss at your neck, then another. Your pulse quickened and you were so distracted by just this. His scent was addictive, his words pure honey in your ears. And he looked so goddamn fine.
"Oh, is someone hungry?" you asked playfully, feeling his mouth teasing along your neck. Like he wanted something more. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest.
"I'm not only hungry." He looked up at you. His eyes darkened but the fire light still made them glow. He tilted his head and you felt his teeth again. "I crave you, my Star," he purred in your ear. His fingers were at your waist and he moved them up, up, up, under your clothes. His touch was electric. He was as bold and teasing as you wanted him to be.
Your eyes widened, face going red as his fingers snuck under your shirt. You quickly grab his hands, stopping him. "W-wait! I... um... this is just really fast."
His grin became wider as he felt your grip on his fingers. "Too fast?" He said with a playful smirk as his eyes twinkled. "I suppose we do have the whole day ahead of us. I'm not complaining though."
You rolled your eyes but you were smiling. "You are absolutely incorrigible." All the same, you were grateful he had the courtesy to respect your boundaries and stop when you asked.
Sun chuckled. "Well, to be fair... I'm not entirely incorrigible. My hands are right here." He teased, and his fingers went up, just under the fabric of your clothes, touching your skin but going no further.
He was trying to make the touch as teasing as possibly. His fingertips were barely grazing your body, making his intentions clear.
"Your skin is so smooth." His voice purred again, like soft velvet. "It's almost insidious how... Desirable you are."
Your face burned with both embarrassment and appreciation at his words. Your heart was beating way too fast. You almost felt light headed. Okay, well if it was games Sun wanted to play, then you'd play one of your own. You leaned forward, giving him a surprise smooch. Then, in his moment of being stunned, you scrambled out of his lap and made a run for it.
When you gave him a sudden kiss, he froze. Time seemed to slow down and his mind blanked in a good way, his eyes sparkling once again when you jumped out of his lap and ran.
You heard his laugh behind your back. "Really, little star?" He taunted you. "If you think I'm letting you go, then you're sadly mistaken. But by all means..." His voice dipped, making your heart quiver with his next words. “Run as fast as you can.”
And run you did, through twisting halls and up and down staircases of the maze-like manor. You ran so fast everything was a blur and your body was quick to burn itself out. You paused for breath, looking for a place to hide and recharge. You ducked into what appeared to be a guest room. There weren't a whole lot of places in the room you could hide. Making a split second decision, you ducked into the closet and quietly shut yourself into the dark enclose space. You covered your mouth to stifle your breathing.
Sun walked near the bedroom and stepped in, his heels clacking against the hard floor. A small smile was plastered on his face and he moved his head slowly, trying to make out any sound you might've made.
"I know you're in here, my little sweet. You're not the only one good at playing games." His voice was soft but it clearly teasing you. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called playfully.
You kept your hands clamped over your mouth, breathing quietly through your nose while your heart thudded loudly against your rib cage. You could hear him out there. HUNTING for you.
"I can hear your heartbeat, little Star," Sun murmured, his voice and footsteps growing closer as he wandered the room. "I can hear your breath. So quiet. So fast." His tone was playful, but you could hear a drop of excitement in it. It was easy to tell he was having the time of his life with this game the two of you were playing.
Your eyes widened. Of course, he could hear your heartbeat. If that was the case, then he already knew exactly where you were. He was just toying with you. You crept further back into the closet, searching of a dark nook to hide away in but there was none to be found.
"There you are," Sun's voice lilted. You could almost imagine him grinning, but in his usual charming way. There was no escape. You heard his fingers gripped the door of the closet. "There is no use in hiding, sweet thing." His voice dripped with a smirk. He was enjoying the chase, no doubt, but he obviously wanted you too. "I'm getting in there, sooner or later. You won't escape this hunt."
Even though you know there is little use in it, you tried to hold the door closed. If only to prolong the inevitable. You could hear the door bend under Sun's force, his grip not too strong, yet not too weak, just strong enough so the door still stood. His fingers were moving up and down it, trying to find any weak spots.
"Good, good," he whispered, his voice was slightly lower but he was still amused. The sound of it was oddly addictive, almost hypnotizing. "Resist. Don't give up the fight."
A full body shiver ran through you at his words. It was a weird sort of thrill mixed with vindication and pleasure at his praise. He liked what you were doing. He liked it when you resisted. It just made the chase more fun for him. You used all your weight to hold the door shut, fighting and resisting, just like he wanted. Just like you wanted.
"That's it. Keep resisting, my Starlight. Make me break the door to get you." His voice purred darkly, sending tingling goosebumps racing up and down your spine. You could hear the sound of wood splintering under steel nails. It was clear Sun was determined to get rid of any obstacle that would deny him your embrace.
He was like a tiger. You were like a gazelle. And the whole game was a play of cat and a mouse. He was amused and the thrill of you holding off against him made him crave you more, want you more. Wanted you in his arms where you belonged.
Would he really break the door down? Honestly, you wouldn't put hardly anything past him at this point. You held out for as long as you could, but just when you felt the door about to give you jumped back. A cacophony of breaking wood and squealing metal ensued as Sun tore the closet door clean off its hinges, sending splinters scattering to the floor.
His footsteps creaked on wood and a gentle chuckle left his lips as he tossed the door aside and stepped into the small space.
Your breath caught in your throat as your back was pressed against the closet wall as he cornered you. There was nowhere left to run as he pinned you against the wall. His gleaming eyes flickered and his fingers gripped your hips.
"Mine," he growled softly, his claws lightly brushing your skin, tickling you, yet they didn't hurt. "Mine."
He didn't even give you time to say anything, Sun kissed you passionately once again. His tongue played against yours, your bodies touching, him pressing you against the wall. Goosebumps raised on you skin where his claws brushed, and you moaned as his tongue brushed yours.
You heard his laugh once more as he saw your goosebumps, his gaze tracing over your body, his eyes shining with joy. He pulled away, holding you by your cheeks and gazing directly in your eyes. His fangs were glistening like diamonds.
"You were thinking you were going to escape me?" He chuckled. "How precious of you, my darling." He was amused, his eyes still holding a predatory gleam, yet he still managed to make you feel safe. So, so safe.
"No," you admitted. "I didn't think I could escape you. I just... wanted you to chase me. It was... fun." It felt weird admitting all of this, like you were confessing to some sort of scandalous sin. But you didn't feel he would judge you for it.
Sun leaned his head towards your and whispered, "I knew it." His eyes were sparkling with joy. "It was fun, wasn't it?" His voice was quiet but the feeling of desire was very palpable. "Catch and keep. And you, my precious little Star, are caught." His hands held you tight and he looked so happy, leaning down to once more gently press his lips to yours.
You hummed into his kiss, feeling safe and comfortable. Is this what people often refer to as aftercare? You rather liked it. "It would seem so," you murmured in agreement, hooking your arms around his neck. "So then... you don't mind if I occasionally put up a bit of a fight? Just to keep things interesting?"
He laughed, his lips brushing against your forehead tenderly. "Oh no, not at all." Sun smiled. "In fact... I'd say that the hunt is the most enjoyable. The chase, the play for power. The game. I love the game, I could play it for hours." He chuckled and kissed your neck, his teeth slightly grazing your skin once again, causing you to shiver with delight. "You're my little Star. You're always in my reach and afraid to say..." Sun whispered, his teeth lightly biting you but not piercing skin. "There's no escape for you."
Good thing you had absolutely no desire or need for escape then. "Well, then let me give just a little bit of warning," you said before moving your head and biting his shoulder playfully. "This little star bites back."
Your bite was gentle but he let out a little moan, the muscles under your teeth twitching. "Oh, a feisty one, I see." Sun snickered. "A hunt with fire and brimstone. Fascinating. I must say, as a thrall you're a bit of a handful..." He hummed, stroking his long, nimble fingers along your jaw. "And I like this."
"I can be sweet too," you told him. "I'll admit. All of this is very fast. Faster than I'm used to. It feels like... hmm... like I've been crawling for a long time and now suddenly I'm running. So, do you think you can have the patience to let me stop and catch my breath once in a while?"
In all honesty, Sun was very tempted to just throw you on the bed and do some more enjoyable things with you, but... he could be gentle. He liked what you were playing, he liked the chase.
"We'll take it slow." He murmured and leaned closer so his face was almost touching yours. There was also a very faint glimmer in his eyes, as if he was expecting just one more kiss - hoping even. "Slow and steady."
"Thank you," you told him, smiling. Taking gentle hold of his face, you leaned forward and kissed him, knowing he wanted it as much as you did. You leaned against him, suddenly feeling completely tuckered out. "I think I need a nap."
"It would seem you pushed yourself just a little too hard," Sun chuckled, leaning his chin on your head. He held you in his arms, one hand stroking your hair gently. "You can sleep as much as you want, as long as it's in my arms," he whispered, his eyes glittering with affection and his gaze full of love.
His claws lightly brushed your skin, his eyes scanning your face, studying it like it was something precious. Because, as he said, you were. You were his.
You hummed and leaned against him, closing your eyes and letting loose a yawn. "That sounds nice. "
"I've been told that I'm also a good pillow." Sun chuckled, his voice calm and steady. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying down with you resting on top of him. "You can sleep here, sweet thing. I won't let anything happen to you,” he promised, kissing your forehead. “Sleep, rest, feel safe. You deserve all of it, my Star."
"Thank you, Sun," you murmured, curling up on top of him.
He held you closely, his arms hugging you tightly. His fingers were playing with your hair as his eyes were filled with affection. You suddenly realized how exhausted you were. His body felt warm and comforting, perfect to catch some Zs after all of the running and hiding.
"Sweet dreams, my precious little star," he whispered, once again wishing you pleasant rest. "Rest well."
And rest well you did.
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You accept Neige’s offer to transfer to RSA~💔
(Alternative pt.2 from here -🌹)
“Please Y/N, you’d fit in so well at RSA!” Neige’s familair voice rang throughout the courtyard you were trotting through after another day of classes. Your friend from across the way once again, despite his best intentions, absolutely insisted that you transferred to RSA here and now. For what you figured to be the 100th time.
“Neige I already told you-”
“I know I know, but you don’t get it Y/N! NRC isn’t a place for someone like you. Your heart and soul are way too pure, you’d have so many friends and a warm welcome waiting for you at RSA. You just have to let me take you there!”
Unbeknownst to you both a few of your said NRC friends may or may not have been purposefully eavesdropping on your conversation ever since they caught wind that the little do-gooder stopped by. Secretly they feared your answer, they knew that they didn’t give you the easiest time here. Perhaps someone as kind as you would find a better place at RSA, and maybe they should try to accept that rather than fight it for your own benefit.
…
“You’re…you’re right.”
Your dark haired friend immediately froze in shock at the apparent acceptance, but softened hearing your somber voice. Those who honed in on your conversation beyond your knowledge felt waves of dread wash over them, but listened on hoping to the great seven that they heard wrong.
“No one treats me right here, I clean their messes and slave away like I’m in some sort of tragic fairytale.”
You tried and failed to suppress the hiccup that left your throat. All this time after Neige’s constant pestering, no matter how much you tried to deny the offer. Just one more attempt was enough to break the damn.
“I love them but- I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I’m so powerless, like nothing I ever do will be enough.”
Neige places a sympathetic hand on your shoulder, you reciprocate the gesture by crashing your head into his body. Hiding the tears that were welling up from anyone’s gaze.
“Like any day I could just die if I make someone mad enough…”
You were quickly embraced in protective hold after you let out a defeated chuckle.
“I’m so tired Neige. Please- please help me.”
You felt the hasty movement of Neige fervently nodding in agreement. When all was said and done, he lead you away from the courtyard with a supporting arm so you two could continue to plan elsewhere. Perhaps with time and with this choice you’ve made, things could finally change. Because those you left behind would never be same.
Legs weak arms heavy(mom’s spaghetti), as they fell to their knees. Anything they could see was blurred and all they could feel was a pain in their chest that hurt worse than any punishment they could face from a professor. You were their best friend and yet they had no idea you felt like this. So soon enough your your pain became theirs. They have to do something, ANYTHING! Please just- PLEASE don’t leave them!! They’re so fucking sorry, but all they can do now is mourn over your choice.
- ACE & DEUCE, Kalim, Floyd, Epel, Cater
Very much in the bargaining and denial phase, they REFUSE this reality and they REFUSE this awful decision you’ve made! And curse that RSA nuisance for pestering you so, pushing you to the brink, this was just as much his fault as it was anyone else’s! They may have been ignorant to your pain but they can change! What do you need???!! They’ll give you anything, they’ll give you the world. Respect, fame, no one would ever be cross with you again as long as they had anything to do with it. You belong here, with them! They know it’ll upset you, but they won’t let you leave that easily as they stomp away already concocting a plan to block your path and change your mind.
VIL, RIDDLE, MALLEUS, Leona, Azul, Jade & Floyd, Sebek
Heh, that’s ok! They kinda knew all along you didn’t feel the most like yourself here. From the shadows they always saw how you suffered, and worked yourself to the bone but didn’t say a word. Even if they did they only encouraged you to push on further, giving you a helping hand and a warm smile. If they could make you laugh maybe you’d feel ok again! But deep down it hurt them to think that maybe, just maybe you weren’t happy here. Low and behold they were right. I-It’s fine though, with this you’ll finally be happier! No place is better for that than RSA, and even though it’ll hurt like a bitch they’ll be there. They’ll help you pack and wish you goodbye. You won’t always be around but at least they know you’ll come see them again, right?
Kalim, TREY, Ruggie, Silver, LILIA, Rook, Jack, Ortho
Numb, nothing. Just at an utter loss, complete defeat. They did this to you, they pushed you to feel this way. All their problems, all their emotions. EVERY. SINGLE. THING! That could’ve possibly pushed you to the edge was their fault, and even if it wasn’t they still did nothing to support you! You were just a human in their eyes, and when you became so much more they barely showed it. They fucking failed you, they hurt you, and they broke you. They’ll never forgive themselves for as long as they live. Even if they won’t make you stay, nothing in all the worlds will ever hurt more than watching you go.
JAMIL, Riddle, Azul, Idia, Leona, Vil(*cough* just the entire overblot gang *COUGH*), Malleus
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The Impossible Choice (20)
[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]
[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, domination, murder ]
[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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As he watched Criston Cole place the crown on his brother's head, he thought that the gods were laughing at them in the heavens. That it was impossible for them to miss the punishment for such sacrilege, to plant such a man on the throne with full knowledge of his ruin. The matter was, however, a foregone conclusion.
His brother had become a King.
He remembered the subsequent events only as if through a fog. The dragon emerging from the ground ready to devour them, the face of his father's cousin sitting on its back. He knew that they had lost, that god's punishment had descended on them faster than he had anticipated.
Yet nothing happened.
They were not burned.
As they rode inside the carriage back to the Red Keep he had the impression that he was dreaming it all, that it was some kind of nightmare, from which he was about to wake up, and that his father was still alive. However, the nightmare continued, his wife snuggled against his chest sobbed quietly.
He was not surprised.
They had no reason to celebrate.
Nevertheless, his mother organised a feast in honour of the newly crowned King; everyone sat down in a grave atmosphere, and the only person who seemed happy was Aegon. He chatted lightly with everyone, raising his cup towards the servant once in a while to pour him more wine.
He watched this with intense gaze full of disgust.
He clenched his hand into a fist as his brother addressed his wife directly; he had felt subconsciously since the day of their wedding that Aegon had tried to drag her to his bed, giving her a gentle signals that he was interested in her.
He trusted his wife completely and knew that she did not reciprocate this affection, but his strengthened position began to worry him.
He knew that Aegon was trying to get them off balance, mocking them and playing at their expense. He felt satisfaction at the sight of his wife responding to him without fear, feeling apparently no respect for him. He wanted to leave and spare her and himself this torment, but his brother's voice stopped him.
"I order you to stay. You will leave when I allow you to." He said in a tone that he had never heard from him before.
He turned to him slowly, looking at him over his shoulder, feeling the rage and fury flowing through his veins.
He thought he was a nobody, a zero, a pig on whose head someone put a crown.
He was already about to say it out loud when he saw his wife reach out to him under the table, looking at him imploringly, her face gentle and tired.
He swallowed loudly, thinking that his outburst might cost them everything.
He was not alone now and he had to think of her safety too.
He sat back, humiliated and furious, his jaw and hands clenched into a fist. When he felt his wife's small hand on his knee, he placed his own on hers and intertwined their fingers, feeling that he needed her patience and support not to kill his brother with his bare hands.
He felt that he was slowly losing his temper, that he was slipping further and further into madness at the sight of what was happening around him.
When they returned to his chamber he felt drained of emotion and empty. It had been one of the most miserable days of his life, all the events of it and his thoughts sucking him deep into himself like an infinite black hole, swallowing everything that came near it. He didn't even notice when her wife's maid helped her remove her gown and they were finally left alone.
He saw out of the corner of his eye that she had approached him, sitting in front of the fireplace, absorbed in his own thoughts. He shuddered as she knelt before him and wanted to tell her to stop, having no desire for that kind of closeness, too devastated and tired.
However, he only opened his mouth and closed it when he saw that she laid her head on his thigh, embraced his knee and closed her eyes, cuddling into him. He stared at this sight wordlessly for a moment and felt a pleasant warmth spread through his body.
He thought fondly that she alone made a light burn in the darkness of his mind, as if someone in a windowless room had lit a candle.
Her flame was warm and bright, offering safety and hope.
He involuntarily reached towards her with his hand, resting so far on his armrest and combed through her hair, playing with her dark, soft curls. He heard her purr with contentment at this gentle caress; he knew that she needed his affection. This realisation, the fact that she sought comfort and refuge in him, made him feel himself again.
Her husband.
"Come here." He murmured, and she looked at him sleepily, slowly climbing into his lap, sitting on top of him with her arms around his neck. He slipped his hand into her hair and drew her close, hugging her like a small child, sheltering her in his arms. He closed his eye, feeling the warmth of her body, her scent, her slowly rising and falling breasts.
He thought that she was the only person with whom he truly calmed down and quietened himself.
He felt that her presence cut off his thinking for a moment, allowing him to relax, to take his mind off the burden of the responsibilities and experiences that he had faced.
Her support, even if not clothed in words, was from her whole being, her glances, her gestures.
"One day I will make you my queen." He whispered in a trembling voice.
He revealed to her what he had hidden deep in his heart.
His desire to be King.
His desire for her to be by his side when it became a reality.
He felt her tremble all over at his words; she lifted her head, glancing up at his face, her eyebrows arched in worry and uncertainty. He sighed quietly as she ran her hand over his scar, tips of her fingers tender and soft.
He trembled all over, terrified, catching her wrist quickly when he felt her hand grab his black eye patch, his ears rang, his heart pounding as if it was going to jump out of his chest, his breathing accelerated and uneven.
"No." He said quickly, surprised, terrified, concerned. He didn't understand what she wanted to do, why the sudden unexpected gesture. He saw her press her lips together at his reaction, shaking her head.
"If I am to support you with my whole self, if I am to become your queen, you can no longer hide from me who you are." She whispered and he felt his heart squeeze at the tone of her voice. He swallowed loudly, looking straight into her eyes.
If I am to become your Queen.
She considered it.
She had not rejected his proposal.
Never before in his life had he felt so torn. He wanted nothing more than for her to see him, for her to accept him, dispelling all doubts.
That he could finally not be afraid that she would see him without his eye patch.
That she would walk into his chamber just at the moment when the maester applied ointment to his eye socket, sore from constantly wearing the precious stone in it.
He always chose a time when he knew that she was enjoying her time with Helaena, but he feared that she would forget something or simply return early without warning.
He always hurried the master, impatient, glancing fearfully at the door, reassuring himself that her gentle and understanding nature would certainly allow her accept his appearance.
He was afraid, however, that deep down she would begin to despise him.
That their intimacy would no longer be so frequent, that she would no longer be so wonderfully wet at the sight of him, would not touch his scars with such tenderness, that he would feel that something had changed, that something had been irretrievably lost.
"… it's a repulsive sight." He choked out at last, heartbroken by this thoughts, looking at her pleadingly.
He saw, surprised, that she smiled at his words.
"I find it repulsive to see your brother-king, even though he has two eyes." She said calmly, a light amusement in her eyes.
He couldn't help himself and snorted at her words, shaking his head. He sighed heavily, looking at her again, his grip easing slightly.
It would be what it was meant to be, he thought.
He couldn't hide from her forever.
He drew in a quick breath and froze when, without waiting a moment, she slipped his eye patch off his head. He stared at her, looking for any sign of disgust or fear, anything to tell him that she had reacted as he had feared. She, however, seemed amazed and curious, not even flinching.
He sighed quietly, surprised, as she leaned over him and closed his eye, feeling his heart pounding hard as she began to kiss his eyelid, the stone in his eye, his scarred cheek. He felt his cock swell in his breeches, surprised by her reaction, by how tender and warm she was, completely helpless to her caresses.
"'Ābrazȳrys (wife)…'" He whispered softly, almost in pain, feeling that his throat tightened all over with fear of her cruel rejection.
He moaned low as he felt his wife sense his condition, the place between her thighs began to rub the buldge under his breeches with slowl back and forth strokes of her hips, making his manhood throb hard, ready to possess her, to feel her.
He heard her begin to pant quietly, clearly herself aroused by their proximity, his gaze dropped to her breasts. He licked his lower lip when he saw her hard nipples peeking out wonderfully through the thin material of her nightgown.
He slipped it off her one shoulder and clung immediately to her firm breast, running his tongue around her nipple, bringing out her sweet whine. He murmured loudly, making her soft skin tremble as he felt her hand tighten in his hair, pulling him closer to her, their hips rocking against each other faster and faster, his hands tightening on her buttocks, wanting to feel her harder.
"One day I will caress your soft breasts like this on the Iron Throne, sweet wife." He purred with delight, shuddering at the thought, imagining that they were not in his chamber now, but in the barely torch-lit throne room, sitting on his Iron Throne.
He quickly untied his breeches and slipped them down a little, feeling that he could take no more, his erection all swollen and sore with arousal.
His wife fortunately did not keep him waiting, she immediately rose above him, directing the tip of his manhood to her entrance. They both moaned loudly as she fell on top of him, sliding the fat head of his cock all the way in, her tight, fleshy walls making him throb hard inside her, her thighs all wet with her juices.
"− is that so? − the King will not fondle his mistresses in the privacy of the Throne Room? −" She exhaled, beginning to move slowly up and down on him.
He groaned surprised and aroused by her question, his fingers clenching tighter on the bare skin of her buttocks. He chuckled lowly, his hips responding to her every motion with a determined thrust, making her breasts bounce slightly in front of his face.
"− as a king, I could indeed have a mistress −" He murmured, surrendering completely to the world of his fantasy, no longer seeing anything around him but her, riding him so wonderfully, her fleshy walls squeezing him from all sides, bringing him dangerously close to orgasm as he rooted into her. "− she would have to meet a lot of conditions to satisfy me though −"
"− to have your firm breasts −" He exhaled helplessly, running his tongue over her nipple, feeling her insides clench tightly against him, his cock pulsing painfully hard inside her at the thought of how much his words aroused her.
"− to have your soft hips − your small hands − your shiny hair − your bright eyes − gods, your tight, hot insides −" He breathed out, speeding up his pace, fucking her with a wet, loud click of their mingled moisture, breathing loudly along with her, his mind clouded and filled with the pleasure that her gorgeous body was giving him. He heard her humming in delight at his words, her lips clamped, bouncing up and down on him, filling herself to the brim with his thick, swollen cock.
"− and if she had it all − would you fuck her? −" She cooed, and he licked his lips at the question, digging his fingers into the soft skin of her hips.
She had been surprising him all day.
During the Small Council, at the table with his brother, now that she was riding him.
He realised what he'd suspected all along but hadn't wanted to admit to himself.
His wife had been submissive to him and giving him what he wanted because she'd decided so herself, not because he'd forced or broken her.
Criston was right. The reason he took her away from her father was because he didn't want a subservient, empty wife, working like clockwork, pretending to be someone that she wasn't.
All his life everyone had pretended in front of him.
The ladies of the court that they were not afraid of him, the men in training that they did not mock him, the old men that they did not pity him.
She was the only one when he arrived in Storm's End who showed him the truth.
Her terror and uncertainty, her requests and desires.
He stole her and took her from her home, because he wanted her honesty and innocence, wanted whatever she gave him to be true.
He preferred her to hate him sincerely, rather than pretend to love him.
What he hadn't expected was how much he would trust her, how well she would understand and respond to his needs. He had the feeling that she truly cared about him, thought about him and herself, their future, their happiness.
At first he didn't allow himself this thought, but eventually he had to accept that this marriage was surprisingly successful.
He knew that everyone at court envied them; he would sometimes hear as he walked down the corridor how the ladies of the court would stop mid-conversation seeing him, wondering if it was some lover who satisfied his wife every night or if it was he who caressed her body with such devotion.
He couldn't hold back a grimace of satisfaction at the thought that he finally had something that the others wanted.
Lords seeking fulfilment in the arms of mistresses, undermining his abilities as a man were now looking at him and his young wife with envy.
His wife was his lover.
"− no − fuck − she wouldn’t have your voice − your scent − she wouldn’t moan like you −" He mumbled out, feeling his fulfilment approaching, his cock throbbing and twitching hard inside her with each brutal thrust that pushed her walls apart, his thighs all sticky with her wetness, her moans echoing around them each time he rubbed her upper wall.
"− my king-husband deserves it all −" She gasped sweetly, making a powerful shudder run through him, her hands resting on his shoulders, her buttocks falling against him with a loud slaps again and again.
He felt the tension in his cock reach its peak when she called him her King, so shamelessly, fearlessly, wonderfully.
"− he can fuck me on his throne whenever and however he wants − ah, Aemond, please!−"
He groaned loudly at her words, feeling her strong fulfillment, tilting his head back, feeling like his manhood was about to explode with arousal, his pushes messy and sloppy, loud, wet, her hot insides clenching on him steadily, sucking him inside, making him breathless.
"− oh, fuck, yes, just like that − oh, gods −" He choked out with difficulty, clenching his eye, moaning helplessly as he came inside her at last, a wave of pleasure and relief shook his body, all tense by now from the events that had taken place throughout the day.
He hugged her to him, panting along with her, the scent of her oils, sweats and moisture filling his nostrils, her hot body pulsing in his arms, wonderfully alive and soft.
His wife.
"You're the only one one I trust." He whispered tenderly and she pressed herself against him, burying her face in his neck as he drew comfort from this wonderful moment of their closeness.
They both fell asleep, weary from the hardships and events of the last hours, but the next few days were no easier for them.
Word reached King's Landing that Princess Rhaenyra had suffered a miscarriage when she learned of her father's death and Aegon's coronation as King. The Queen Mother tried to pretend, but it was clear to see how devastated she was by her childhood friend's suffering.
"Don't feel sorry for her, mother. She's a whore. I'm sure her uncle will put into her many more white-haired children." Aegon muttered during the supper, busying himself with the roast, paying no attention to the murderous stares of the his wife and his mother.
Even he, though he despised his half-sister, did not mock such tragic matters.
The day of his and his wife's expedition to gain supporters for his drunkard brother was imminent.
It wasn't until the day before his wife's trip to Storm's End that he realised that they hadn't parted for a day since their marriage.
There had been a few weeks in the first month of their marriage when they had not spoken to each other, but he was still aware that she was in the chamber next door, close to him.
Now, however, they were to spend more than a week apart on either side of the kingdom, without any contact whatsoever, and he felt uncomfortable with that thought. Although they did not speak with each other much, her mere physical presence was a comfort to him and reassured him.
The night before they parted he spent between her thighs.
He rubbed her intensely with his fingers, sliding them in and out her hot core with a sticky click, teasing her sweet spot, driving her mad.
"− p-please − put it inside me already −" She mumbled pleadingly, thirsty and herself terrified of their impending separation, despairing as he was at the lack of his presence and touch for the next few days. He licked his lips at her words, restraining himself with difficulty from complying with her request.
"− first I need to make sure that you understand everything I've said −" He hummed, pulling away for a moment from her nipple which he just sucked, his fingers began to penetrate her insides at a faster pace, causing her to tilt her head back, moaning in pleasure.
"− does my wife have the right to bring herself relief when her husband is not with her? −" He asked expectantly, running the tip of his tongue over her swollen, puffy nipple, and she sobbed beneath him, her body trembling all over.
"− n-no − no, my husband −" She mumbled helplessly, panting loudly, clasping her hands in his hair and arms, writhing beneath him, feeling her fulfilment approaching. He hummed with satisfaction at her words, releasing her nipple from between his lips with a sticky plop.
"− that's right − you have no right to touch yourself − tell me, who is allowed to caress you here? −" He cooed, feeling his cock throb hard in his breeches, impatient, wanting to possess her already. She squirmed at his words, her walls clenching greedily around his fingers, sucking them inside her fleshy core.
He knew that she was on the verge of fulfillment.
"− only you, please, only you −" She mewled, parting her lips wide, a surprised moan erupting from her throat as her orgasm surged through her suddenly in long, intense waves.
He murmured with satisfaction at the sight, playing with her nipple between his lips, her breasts falling and rising in deep, raspy breaths, pushing against his face.
"− good − have no fear, your husband will take care of you − he will take care of you all night −"
And so he did.
He slid deep inside her and fucked her, looking at her sweet face, her walls puffy and moist from her fulfillment. His wife pulled his eye patch off his face as soon as he began root into her with his gasp of delight.
Since he didn't have it on, he took her more often by looking at her, pressing his face against hers, enjoying her scent and her hot breath on his body, burshing her plump, swollen lips and slipping his tongue between into her throat.
When he came inside her she thought that it was over.
When he did it a second time, she thought so too.
As she lay on her side with him, her back pressed against his chest, already half asleep, tired and sore, he began to rock his hips again.
She whispered pleadingly that she wanted to sleep, that she couldn't take it anymore.
"Sleep then. I don't mind." He purred, running his nose over her soft, rosy cheek. "Your husband won't see you for a week and you won't let him enjoy yourself?"
He heard her sigh at his words as she gave in completely, letting him fuck her until morning.
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Ok, so reader is the daughter of Poseidon and Medusa, she’s going up against her father in ragnarok, he and the other gods didn’t know that she existed. She hates Poseidon and Athena for what they did to her mother and aunts. She has the powers of Medusa. And I think it’d be cute if her and Hercules got along. And if you can implement her saying ‘oh ya my brother is a horse with wings and I was born from my mothers decapitated head’ would be cool. Basically how would the Greek gods react to her?
-You cracked your knuckles, a slight glare in your sharp reptilian eyes, trying to keep yourself calm, not wanting to lose yourself to your rage just yet.
-Kojiro put a friendly hand on your shoulder and your snakes that made up your hair quickly stretched out to pepper him with kisses, making him laugh.
-He could see that you were fidgety, and for good reason, the two of your were partnered up to take on Poseidon and Athena in a doubles battle, and everything was telling you to take revenge for your mother and your aunts.
-Hercules approached from behind the both of you, “Y/N?” you turned, your eyes bright and sparkly, “Big brother!!” he grinned, catching you as you leapt into his arms. He had found you as a child and took you in, raising you after he found out who you were, finding you alongside your biological big brother, Pegasus.
-Hercules was initially hesitant on letting you fight as he and Kojiro could both sense your anger, wanting your revenge, but you were fighting it, trying not to lose yourself to your rage.
-Poseidon and Athena entered first, both looking annoyed at this competition, as it was pointless, as humans were always going to be weaker than gods.
-When Heimdall introduced the two of you, introducing you as the daughter of Poseidon and Medusa, the shock and outrage was very apparent all over the stadium, as none of the gods, save a few like Hercules and the Valkyrie, knew about you.
-Poseidon’s eyes were wide as you glared hard, your snakes flashing their red eyes at the both of them, he had no idea he had a daughter!
-Athena smirked over at you, trying to rile you up, “I had no idea that Medusa had a child.” You folded your arms across your chest, “Yeah, me and my brother were born after she was decapitated, after you raped her, and after you punished her instead of her rapist, the bastard standing next to you.”
-Even though you were his daughter biologically, you had no love for your father, and you didn’t give two shits about him.
-The crowds roared with outrage, many remember the truth with your mother, that Poseidon, a god, raped your mother, a human priestess, and instead of punishing the man who raped her priestess and defiled her temple, Athena punished your mother, turning her into a monster.
-Their embarrassment was very apparent, getting called out by both humans and some gods, angry at their actions. Kojiro was silent, holding onto one of your hands, keeping you grounded, his thumb stroking the back of your hand gently as you continued, “You really expected a human to be able to fight off a god? Why didn’t you help her? And you- why do you and that whore of a brother of yours think that you can take any woman you want just because you’re gods? You ain’t entitled to jack-shit!!”
-Kojiro was fighting off his laughter while Hercules was facepalming, even though he raised you with tons of love and care, you somehow had gotten quite the potty mouth.
-Poseidon grew angry at your insolence, as he demanded respect from you, despite not knowing you, while Athena was red faced, hearing the jeers all around her, many asking her the same thing, wanting to know why she didn’t save your mother instead of letting her get raped and then turning her into a monster.
-Zeus had a rather guilty look on his face, getting called out as well for his past romantic escapades, especially since he was getting called out by his niece that he didn’t even know existed.
-Kojiro went for Poseidon while you charged for Athena, holding one of your mother’s swords and she had to admit you were quite strong.
-She blocked a blow of yours after you managed to knock her down, sparks flying from the clashing of weapons and she looked up and instantly froze, seeing you in tears, your eyes narrowed in a glare, “Why didn’t you save her?!”
-Athena kicked you back, sending you head over heels before leaping to your feet, “You wouldn’t understand!” the two of you became the stars of the battle as you both went on the attack, “What wouldn’t I understand?! You just didn’t want to deal with handling your uncle defiling one of your temples! It was easier to blame and throw out the victim than deal with that fucker!!”
-She glared hard and threw you back again, closer to Poseidon who managed to knock Kojiro down and he charged for you, not to kill you, but to discipline you. You easily spun and delivered the mother of all bitch slaps across his face, feeling your mother and your aunts giving you strength, sending him flying back.
-As the two gods faded away about ten minutes later, Kojiro and you standing victorious, but instead of feeling satisfaction, tears were easily slipping down your cheeks, feeling anguish.
-Poseidon watched you until he disappeared completely, feeling remorse as he had never gotten to know you.
-Kojiro and Hercules held you tightly as you bawled into your partner’s chest, feeling nothing but more rage, it didn’t make you feel better, if anything it made you more upset. Hercules felt guilty as he stroked your cheek gently, dabbing your tears away again, as you spoke, “You were right, I don’t feel better!”
-He pecked your forehead gently, feeling the kisses of your snakes, “I’m sorry Y/N, but I knew you wouldn’t understand if you didn’t realize this yourself.” You nodded softly, sniffling again, closing your eyes as the one good thought came into your mind, that your father and that bitch Athena wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone ever again.
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attention-seeking | k. bakugou
☆ tags ;; imbalanced power dynamics, dubcon!!!, caning, punishment, ambigious relationships, handjobs, reader is implied to be 'master of the house', bakugou is a brat kinda, age gap but reader is older, gn!reader, bkg is meant to be like 20ish, 18+
☆ wc ;; 1.3k
☆ a/n ;; sorry for being a sicko (lying). i know this is indulgent. leave me alone man.
☆ synopsis ;; you punish the maid boy who keeps acting out in your presence.
"Lift your skirt, boy."
This is beyond the realm of what you're supposed to be doing. As master of the house with duties to attend, important ones, one of the first things you learn is relegating to tasks to capable staff. Your head maid is a capable woman, one who looked after you near birth.
And she's never once made you intervene in house affairs. She takes cares of the maids and all the other servants, and only asks for assistance to sign off on new hires or something else administrative.
For her to talk to about some new hire is strange. More strange for her to complain. Apparently, he's the only son of the Bakugou family. A family of tailors which apparently their son doesn't wish to inherit. That his mother called in a favor for job in the house. He wasn't suited for other duties, he excels at housework and when he's not blowing a fuse - is very capable at that job indeed.
Your head maid seems very fond of him, exceptionally so. He must be a little younger than you, no older than 20. He's got the temperament of a spoiled brat, his face is all screwed up with tears. He swears often and only respects the hierarchy in the house when he wishes to.
And if he wasn't so adamant on disrespecting you specifically, you'd be willing to let him off without giving it much thought. The truth is you don't really care what people say about you. All sorts of rumors spread about you bedding men and women often, about your supposed gambling and drinking problem, about your cold temperament.
If you were a little younger, you think it'd hurt your feelings. It doesn't though, not really. It all just seems sort of silly. As long as people respect you in your presence, you're willing to let them sort out their own feelings.
But this maid, this brat - is insistent on getting on your nerves. Has been from the minute you met. You can't really understand why, what the reasons been for as long as he's been in the house. You're told he behaves well when he's not around you, but when he is around - he can't keep his snark around. And that's forgivable, passable when no one else is in the house.
But not in front of your esteemed guests and important clients. That just won't do.
This is beyond your realm of duties. Telling a maid off and disciplining them like this isn't something you enjoy. You've never had to do it before now, so his impudence and bad attitude is really starting to grate on your nerves.
"I have a name," He grits. You scoff, picking up the cane again. The room is dark, the moon illuminating the raised welts on the back of his calves. You want to smooth your hand over his skin, pristine and pale and red.
He looks a little like the moon. Beautiful as much as he is frustrating, you really aren't sure what compels him to be here. You're not stupid enough to think he simply wants to be a maid, but his motives are odd.
"So do I. I have a title too. You've yet to use either,"
He scoffs as he turns over to look at you.
"Titles are earned through respect,"
You frown.
"Respect is mutual. Maids I respect can call me my name if they wish, most just don't. I don't mind it. But they've earned it. What have you earned other than disciplinary action?"
"You're a scumbag,"
"Really? I thought you must find me quite charming since you always act out for some attention?" You must, holding the cane in both your hands. "That's the only good reason I could think of your attitude,"
He's silent at this. Easy to read, the tips of his ears are red.
"Step down from there and lean over that. Pull your skirt all the way up,"
"W-What?"
"I know you heard me. If you want to act like a petulant brat, you can get punished like one too. Now move,"
His movement is begrudging but he follows instructions hastily.
His skin is red when he pulls his skirt up. He's toned. His thighs are clenched with tension as the fabric pulls up over his ass. You aren't sure what you thought he'd be wearing, maybe briefs. The panties are pretty, white and lacy against. You resists reaching your hand out and touching it. Instead, you position your cane and tell him to count to 15.
The sound of the cane hitting fills the room, the dull thud echoing down the halls. You have to commend him for taking it well, that his sobs are soft even when it's painful.
When you're ready to excuse him back to his quarters, your eyes catch on something you don't think you're supposed to see.
Pitching a tent in the fabric of his panties, his cock is tucked and leaking against the back of your couch. You stare at him slackjawed.
"....That's unexpected, I must admit." You say, amused, "Getting aroused from being caned. Even for you, that's..."
"Shut up," He croaks, voice dripping with arousal. He makes no effort to move.
For your entire life, you've been nothing but good to your staff. Nothing but kind. You never fraternized or used your position, it always felt slimy. Against your better judgement, you fall victim to your temptation.
"Would you like some help?" You pose, gently, "Rather, is that you've been seeking out? Did pushing my buttons satisfy for your urges?"
He lets out a mewl, so pitchy you can't believe it's him.
"Turn around,"
He hesitates, but does so. His face is dripping with tears, spit pooled in the corners of his mouth. He's a pretty crier, and he can't bring himself to look at you. You cup his jaw, scratched your manicured nails along them until he's shivering.
"Would you look at that," You hum, glancing at him "You were acting like this because you wanted special attention, is it?"
"Fuck you,"
With your hand reaching up, you pull his skirt up over the top of his thighs till it's pooled at his stomach. His cock is hard, and there's a dark-spot right at the tip. You glance at him, than back down - reaching your hands to pull it away. The tip is pink, angry. It curves left, heavy in your hand.
Hesitant, you wrap your palms around the shaft. With your thumb over the slit, you watch him squeeze his eyes shut.
"I nearly can't believe it's the same person," You jerk him off slow, entertained by how easily he feels pleasure. Coming from a strict family like that, you'd bet he's never had the time. That he doesn't know "What a good boy you're being. I always thought you were incapable."
He moans, head dropping back throaty and hoarse. He's twitching in your palm like just a little more will push back. Saying good boy makes him harder in your hands, hotter.
"Oh, that's all it takes? You needed a little encouragement and you're eating out of my palm? You haven't earned it at all, but you want it anyway?"
He hiccups.
"N-no, I'm" He stops like he can't get the rest out "Fuck, please, it's—please,"
"Swallow your pride and ask for what you want this time,"
"Make me cum,"
"And tell me I'm—I'm good,"
"Good boy," You coo "Go ahead and cum,"
You watch as he spills into your head with a desperate hiccup, turning to tuck his head in your neck. You click your teeth a little, unsure of what else to say.
"Who knew you'd be so needy afterwards? I guess I do have a type after all,"
"Shut up,"
Your heart squeezes with unmistakable fondness. You close your eyes, beyond fucked. You let him cling to you anyways.
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i just finished watching the power of three and. i didn't like it.
don't get me wrong, it has plenty of delightful moments. it showcases beautifully just how impatient 11 is, just how unwilling to stop moving and running. it's strange how he still feels so fresh and new half a season from the end of his run.
kate is, obviously, incredible and i would die for her, and the sweet little moments between her and the doctor, the doctor and rory, the kitchen scene with rory and amy, all of those were lovely.
but this episode feels like it's designed to hurt you, to set up the devastation of the next one. i haven't seen it yet, but i know what happens and.
i don't mind that it's there to make the next episode hurt. i don't even mind how unsubtle it is about that–this doctor's run i think has a very serious problem of talking so much about the themes and how cool it is rather than showing them, but that's another post, and i can set that aside.
what i do mind is that. there's no point. it's a big, flashy, dramatic, horrible sendoff for the ponds, when approximately three seconds ago they were ready to retire from travelling, to be normal. and then, totally against everything they'd been doing and saying, they went back. for really no apparent reason other than they suddenly want to when there's no setup for that.
and i think it's for two reasons.
the first one is that this whole run has no fucking clue what self-restraint and consent and respect for other people's boundaries are. you can see that in so many places–from the beginning, how the doctor doesn't give amy a chance to change out of her nightgown, the way she kisses him and keeps doing it even though he's trying to get away, the way they have her choose and commit to rory and then turn around and make rory weirdly possessive towards her, as if without him stopping her she would go and do who knows what with the doctor (who. isn't interested? stranger in a strange land much?) the weird bit where the doctor keeps asking rory if he can hug amy, and not asking amy. right up until the end–amy's chosen rory so many times now, and she has to prove herself again and never stop proving that she'll choose him over the doctor, despite that they're married, despite that she picked him. the story won't stop punishing her for being interested in someone other than him at the beginning.
and that's just off the top of my head. this whole run has basically no clue what consent is, and is operating on a very outdated understanding of boundaries.
so what follows is that the ponds can't choose to walk away. the doctor will keep running towards them, they can't choose to leave because we think the doctor doesn't have the ability to respect that boundary, so they have to want to stay, because otherwise. well, he wants them to stay. needs them to stay. he can't let them move on. but the doctor is the good guy, so we can't go there. so the ponds have to be put permanently out of his reach, because we don't know what self-restraint and respect for others is.
which is just fucking uncomfortable.
the second reason is why i think the power of three is mean.
and that's because it's for the shock value. it's for the flash, it's because we can't let people have a happy ending, a quiet exit in this show. they need to go out with a bang, they need to be ripped away from the doctor, it needs to be dramatic and tear-jerking and what does it matter if this is telling a sound, good story so long as we can keep it loud enough to keep people's attention?
because the story being told here is that traveling with the doctor is an addiction. you either kick it or it eats up your whole life and then itself and you're left with nothing. travelling with the doctor is something that chews you up and spits you out and kills you and steals you out of your life and won't let you go back. only the doctor needs someone with him, doesn't he? isn't that what we've talked about so much? what happens to the doctor, to the universe, when the doctor goes alone?
so that leaves us with an endless parade of people marching to their doom to protect the universe from the doctor and who he becomes without them. which is a story that fits, technically. the minotaur in the maze, snapping up innocent people and emptying them out and filling them with prayer and waiting for it to all end. the doctor in his box, sweeping people out of their lives and filling them with adventure and wonder and sacrificing them to stop himself from going mad.
and i hate that story. i hate it so much. i hate it if it's on purpose and i hate it more if it's by accident, if they stumbled into that by having a flashy no-substance exit for amy and rory.
it's every take i hate on the doctor, it's the antithesis to the first message amy's arc had to say: the doctor is ancient and the doctor is alone and the doctor is kind. the doctor doesn't let other people keep hurting when he can stop it, even when it makes him not the doctor, even when it's the worst thing he's ever done.
just. i wish amy and rory had been allowed to be normal, like they wanted. i wish the doctor could have dropped in on them occasionally for dinner, or stayed away if he couldn't. i wish that they could have had a happy ending instead of a bittersweet one that leaves a sour taste in the back of my throat when i think about it for too long.
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Izana's love for Zen
Spoilers up to and including current manga arc!
I am the first to admit I enjoy playing devil's advocate for the characters whom nobody likes. And when it comes to Izana I see a lot of...chilly reception...with regards to his demeanor and temperament.
Which is what makes him so perfect to analyze here!
It is immediately established in the series that, regardless of Izana's behaviour or thoughts on Shirayuki, Zen respects and cares for his elder brother. He goes so far as to apologize for it to Shirayuki, knowing how lowly Izana thinks of her at first. But because he punishes Zen for failing to discipline the soldiers at Laxd, and chastises him for allowing a commoner into the palace and later professing his love for her, I think it is this first appearance at face value which gives the impression that Izana does not love or care about Zen, or Zen's wishes and emotions.
That couldn't be further from the truth.
The flashbacks about Zen and Atri are what ultimately sealed the deal for me as the story progressed. We see Atri and Zen as childhood friends, with Zen openly trusting the lower class boy before Atri reveals his and his group's true intentions. Izana sees the grave consequences of having allowed Zen so much freedom in mingling outside of the nobility - and how deeply broken Zen is from it all, questioning how he can know who to trust.
Every step Izana takes to separate Zen and Shirayuki is a test (which is something Izana admits to!), a test that Izana did not put Atri through. Had Izana separated Zen and Atri early on, it would have become readily apparent that Atri's intentions were far from pure; he was using Zen as a pawn to lure out Izana, after all.
And when Zen goes against his brother's wishes and flees to Tanbarun to protect Shirayuki from Kazuki, Izana's words in Chapter 22 - If something happens to you, and I have to do something about it...- are particularly powerful. Because something did happen to Zen with Atri, and Izana did have to do something about it. And it was devastating to Zen, and by extension Izana.
Izana doesn't want to see that happen again, and his barring Shirayuki from ever returning if such a situation repeated itself is perfectly logical. We as the reader know that Shirayuki has pure intentions, Izana does not.
But as Shirayuki continues to prove herself - as someone dependable, someone worthwhile - Izana does not so vehemently oppose Zen’s involvement with her. A fine example of this is Zen’s marriage interview; Izana approved the list of candidates knowing Zen’s very own aide Kiki was on it. Izana was a man who singlehandedly, at the age of seventeen, run down not one but two corrupt lords and rebuilt their territories, but somehow "overlooked" Kiki's name on the list of marriage candidates, and the fact Zen could stage an interview with Kiki to buy himself time with Shirayuki? Unlikely.
Izana carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and has for a long time. He has to live up to the expectation of others after his father's death and his mother's leaving the castle. He took over much of his parents' work and duties, alongside tending to his younger brother, at a young age. An entire country is depending on him and his decisions; this is far from an easy task for anyone. But when Zen goes through a rebellious streak - understandable for any child coming of age in such a strict context - it must have been especially worrisome for Izana. To think about the trouble Zen might get into, and to witness it happening with Atri.
Yet Izana tells Zen, in the flashback in Chapter 51, that what Zen lacks and Izana has, Zen does not need - Zen has his own qualities, qualities which Izana comes to accept and respect as Zen grows into a dedicated and successful leader, even with Shirayuki in his life. And it becomes very clear that Izana does not want to prevent Zen from marrying Shirayuki; rather, he wants them both to be their best selves before such an event happens. He knows the taboo of a royal marrying a commoner - yet Izana has also seen Shirayuki’s dedication and intelligence, and knows she is worthy to keep in close company.
So, I hazard a guess that, when Shirayuki moved into the castle, Izana knowingly sent her to Lilias before she barely had time to get used to it - and it is so she can gain experience, both book and street smarts, before coming back to settle down for good. And her mission (from Izana) to line the country with Phostyrias further supports this theory; she needs to broaden her horizons of Clarines and its people if she is to one day be at its ruler's side as Zen's wife.
When that day comes, Zen and Shirayuki will both have the qualities it takes to succeed in such a grueling position of leadership - a position Izana knows all too well. And Izana granting Shirayuki and Zen those opportunities is perhaps the greatest act of love I can imagine him giving his younger brother.
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I was denied reasonable accommodations because I applied for them too late. It’s not my fault I didn’t get my diagnosis until recently but apparently it was too late to get reasonable accommodations. It gets really frustrating and tiring, living in a system that isn’t built for almost all of your identities. Other than my gender and able-bodiedness, I have to explain and fight for all of my identities everywhere I go in mainstream society. And my other identities interact with my gender and able-bodiedness in negative ways. My ethnicity and muscular build make people assume I’m a gangmember. My autistic brain, already struggling with social cues, has to factor in the non-verbal communication my outfit, walk, and stimming and other mannerisms convey to actual gangmembers and police officers. Lest I get harassed, beat, or worse by them. When I’m in the club I have to worry about the way I dance for the same reason. I also have to worry about the times I get overstimulated at the club or go non-verbal. People at the club, and even other contexts, often assume consent to very sexual touching. Often it’s this touching that sends me over the edge into non-verbalness or overstimulation. And because they assume consent it means they keep going and because I’m non-verbal/overstimulated I’m unable to really do or say anything. And because Im a muscular, able bodied latino man I’m expected to be able to advocate for myself and the assumption is that this is what I want and wanted. Even when it’s not. It just becomes all so traumatic, isolating, and for some reason I don’t fully understand yet, it’s mostly just tiring. Sometimes I wish these things didn’t happen, that I was born different, that i didn’t have to go through the trauma and tribulations that I have had to go through. But despite that, I have come to mostly respect, appreciate and be grateful for these things that I used to wish never happened. Stephen Colbert once said, “what punishments of god are not gifts?” Everybody suffers and is hurt. In those times of hurt we like to hear from other people that we’re not alone; that other people have suffered similarly. We can form the strongest bonds with the people who have gone through similar traumas by talking and expressing ourselves to eachother. Because of these experiences, I am able to do that with so many people. I’ve been able to be there for my friends, countless of them, in their times of need at every stage of my life because I could empathize with them so well. I have been blessed to be able to share my stories of trauma and healing with other people. Little else makes me happier than hearing a family member or a friend telling me about a time I was there for them during one of their hard times. Some gifts require a lot of work and hardship to be able to receive. Connecting on that level is one of them. That’s why “I have come to love the things that I once wished had not happened.”
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when i think of gillion and caspian, one of the first things to IMMEDIATELY pop into my mind is their relationship regarding the undersea, specifically leaving. be warned, this is a bit of a LONG ramble:) for the sake of time, ill only be focusing on gillions side of things
leaving home is one of the biggest things you can do because then you either learn to govern yourself or be controlled by what was taught by you.
its a very strict binary that tears you up from the inside out as you switch sides, for the better or for the worst. i look at this and i look between those two it is immediately so FUCKING apparent how the cycle of learning and restructuring your thinking process is stored between them. thats how they live, thats how they dance around each other in each others head
gillion is pretty obvious. when he was a child he was cold.
the thousands of pounds of pressure did not make up for a lack of warmth that was offered and redirected into an inhumane idol to be looked and wished upon like a shooting star.
in the same way i think he learned that he will not last forever, and so the moments he have have to hold some merit, some sort of worth. now imagine him, kicked out of a home he didnt want to miss, a family who was kept in the dark and left to the fate of the seas. and the seas decided he would live. So it had to be for a purpose, correct? thats how the ocean works, it kills it births and then it repurposes whatever is left as food for whatever is lucky enough to make it out alive. hes been repurposed from whatever failure he was in that damned city to be something greater, something new.
Then comes along Caspian, right? And he wrecks all the things gillion thought he knew.
He values leisure, the small simple things. hes a man who could run his hands across anything just to feel the textures
YET, he knows how to fight. fight better than how gillion does, though not surprising. he was always told he was subpar for a hero handpicked by gods and a cannibilistic sea
This brings him to a crossroad. he has his goals - live comfortably, enjoy things while you can, hes one of the biggest epicurists he could think of, and gill shares a ship with chip whos impulse drives mistakes and successes alike. and there, he finds the difference between the different flavors of hedonism: calculation.
Caspian is fucking smart.
gillion can see it in how he weaves between people and shops respectively, in how he can change his demeanor to achieve a goal. his charisma has a motive every time he uses it, it has a purpose every damn time he employs a joking manner or a flirtatious tone. its all calculated to hell and back, and it entices him because THAT is what he was meant to do and learn. he follows him helplessly because he has parts of his home with him, both negative and positive
he NEEDS to see how to do it all, what it all fucking meant (maybe along the way hed find what he was missing all these years). but every time he tries he hits a roadblock because caspian, free and live, contradicts EVERYTHING the elders taught him. hes impossible to exist as a paragon.
And then without having the chance to ask himself, caspian offers out his hand, and offers to teach him.
ANOTHER time he got chosen, he dreaded it when it happened. hes nothing but a follower. from the prophecy to Careless elders to Awful teachers, its what he does worst. He accepted regardless.
he was impulsive like that. a decision like that could get him killed one day. hed get scolded for acting so quickly on something he barely knew, but its just a wound to post pone treating. just like every other one hes ever had
he tries to bring his familiarity with harsh treatment and punishment, but instead every time hes prepared to learn something, he gets something to heal instead
Its fucking frustrating, to be completely honest. FIRST, it is a gentle fixing of his mistakes as if this happening in the real world could cost him his home and people.
he has more targets than ever, yknow. from chip and jay, to ollie and wherever he came from, to every person hes protected and saved in every individual island, as well as the sea and everyone on it. every single person the moon protects with her waves and every person the sun scorches too harshly. its all up to him
hes tried to bring it up, but caspian just tugged at his determination to learn and improve, and gillions a follower before anything. he follows a prophecy, he follows chip and jay over an unfamiliar world, he follows wherever his blade lands to avoid a hit.
Gillion started noticing how smoothly he started moving
it was terrifying, despite being his active goal.
It got less scary when he started hearing caspians smile creep over from the caunch shell after what had to be a hundred hours of calling and training
its different from jay or chip teaching him the world, because if it truely disturbed gillion to stop the stagnation carved into him he could just chalk it up into a cultural difference.
in cases where he clung on desperately to what he built himself around, he could go as far as to simplify it all into a moral inferiority, something he needs to teach instead because hes a hero. he must spread good and purge evil.
unfortunately those sometimes meant damaging his fucked up sense of honor and pride for something he wasnt even familiar with beyond scrolls that keep getting manipulated in translations and a sword thats awkwardly weighted when he held it.
gillion would say its alien, but he keeps catching details of his home
he sees it in the 23 pieces of jewelry across caspians face. he sees it in the way he dances, always caught slightly offguard that he isnt in the air as long as he wanted to be. he sees it in the small amount of times gravity caught his friend by surprise, even if a change in which foot caspian placed all his weight hid it to everyone else.
he sees it in how caspian taught him the dances for songs he could only ever hear behind closed doors.
He keeps seeing suggestions that maybe his home was harmful in general, but thats bullshit. Could a purely cruel place make his sister? his mother who fought to keep him? his grandfather who was the only one who knew how to properly teach him his own history? No.
And Caspian all but confirms it. the ocean is not inherently harmful, it just wants to live in the same way he keeps repressing.
He builds a new home for himself above water, but not absent of it.
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tw this is a trauma post but it's also a narrative I'm proud of. Suicide and self harm (mental and physical) will be mentioned.
To help those who aren't me understand, I think in part in references since it is both easier and more fun than creating original thoughts.
(1): reference to the videogame Omori
(2): reference to the movie The Dark Knight (take a guess as to why I like and relate to the joker)
(3): reference to a song I like (in order, HOPE by NF, Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park, Love the Subhuman Self by AISHA, Arc System Works, and Jamison Boaz)
(4): a random saying I heard and enjoyed
“No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man behind blue eyes. No one knows what it's like to be hated, to be fated to telling only lies”
“Behind blue eyes” by The Who
Welcome to the nonsensical abyss of my mind, you've been here as long as you can remember (1). By reading this you're getting to see my thoughts without translation. Nothing here makes sense to anyone except me, I make references others rarely understand. But allow me to tell the story of how what you see now came to be. You wanna know how I got these scars (2)? “I spent years of my life holdin’ on to things I never should've kept, full of hatred, years of my life wishin I was someone different looking for some validation.” (3)
Middle school was a special sort of subtle hell for me, it stole things without me noticing. First it was my feeling of impervious safety when a kid laughed at a genuine heartfelt remark I made. Then it was my trust that friends would never betray me and always respect me when they wouldn't stop making jokes at my expense. Slowly, steadily I descended into paranoia and loneliness, and thus my contentedness with life was stolen. The ax forgets yet the tree never does(4).
A secret hidden issue that I only found out this year was that the ADHD meds I needed to take to function may have been causing the paranoia to start with. I still don't know how to feel about that, that all my issues and trauma might stem from something that's not even real.
Once I started high school it became more and more apparent that nobody liked me. At least not for very long. I never learned to function in middle school so I was still struggling with what everyone else already knew and mastered. Giving a compliment and sexual harassment, would you like to know the difference? I would've but nobody told me until after I'd been punished.
Intent vs impact, I never intended to hurt anyone yet my impact was that I did more often than not. So I cut off the things that hurt people, removed them from my mind. Who needs humor? Not me if I can't use it right. Who needs to give compliments? Not me if I can't say it right. Who needs to hug people to show affection because it's your primary love language and you want to show everyone how much you like and appreciate them? …… not me…. if I must…. to not hurt them…
You see where my inner pain starts now? Where the scars in my mind begin? There were two things I could never bear to cut and slice away, my name and my kindness. Most trans people change their names to align more with their gender but I decided no. I am done changing things for other people to accept me more, they never do. My name is Daniel and it's the sum of my entire being. If I am non-binary, or a woman, or some eldritch horror that everyone fears and that has lost every shred of humanity because of the things I've endured, then my name represents all of that. It's not my issue if people make a poor assumption about my name because of what they think it should be.
Maybe I don't even want to be human anymore if all that humans have shown me is hate. All throughout high school it was nothing but hate or dislike shown to me, barely any kindness outside of my family. So I isolated myself from everyone, to avoid those who hated and to not burden my family with my issues. I'd handle it by myself like I always had in the past and I'd be ok.
I was not ok.
I was rageful. I was tearing myself apart more and more and more internally, only my desire to never hurt anyone kept me from tearing the school down brick by brick with all the students inside it. But maybe… could it be I was the exception and the problem? Could it be I'm the one who deserves to hurt for the pain I've caused? Should I hurt myself? And so I tried once, a good solid punch to the forehead that didn't make me feel any better and never tried again.
The pain I deserved wasn't physical, it was mental and so I gave myself infinite mental pain. What an idiot I was for giving that compliment when clearly in retrospect it was sexual harassment, what a dumbass I was for saying that joke, looking back I deserve to lose my entire friend group over it. Maybe I'd be better off if I didn't exist anymore if I caused more harm than good and could never seem to learn or improve. The thoughts I had then… and sometimes still now… it's so hard to remember that looking into the past makes everything obvious in the worst ways possible…
But there was a light eventually, someone who told me all that was wrong. Someone I met online and will never see in person, someone I messed up horribly with and yet she still forgave me. Thank you infinitely June. You showed me that monsters can be good.
So I steeled my resolve and used my rage at myself to look inward and outward and found that I was being mistreated and misunderstood. I shouldn't kill myself to not exist or hurt people because I would improve and I could make others improve. So I stood at the very last meeting in front of the whole school and spoke the truth of my mind with as much respect and rage as I could muster. So much pain and anger and hate and sadness I'd endured and I showed all of it to the entire high school of 300 people.
I've never felt more satisfied in my life than when the headmaster of the school himself asked if there was anything he could do for me and I said no. I've never felt more proud when I met with him two days later and asked for a neurodivergent support group to be created for the middle and high school, and he said yes. Half a year later my brother told me that the headmaster stuck to his word and did more than I asked. I never felt more vindicated than when I was told by my only friend that he'd heard people making school shooter jokes after I stood up and told my story.
And so I started to heal. My humor, I did need that. How could I be happy if I could never make myself laugh? My desire to give joy and be kind, I needed that. How could I not fulfill the purpose in life I'd made for myself? My ability to hug and love and be happy with others, I needed that. Desperately. “I want to heal, I want to feel what I thought was never real, like there was somewhere I belong.”(3) I just needed to find better people who understood. I reconnected with my family and told my pain and tried in every possible way to show how sorry and sad I was for cutting them off. I couldn't stitch the old bits back onto me but maybe I could grow something new. Something I wanted and I loved, for me.
I can never fully heal, that's why you see the holes in my form, but I've incorporated them now, so that they help me as much as they hurt. I carry on and love my subhuman self, accept me for me and go back to being with humans (3). I give them the kindnesses I can but only after I do that for myself. This is the kindness and respect I give to me, the biggest change I made, because I deserve it as much as everyone else. Now close your eyes and you'll leave this dream (1).
“But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be.”
Behind Blue Eyes by the Who
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Okay so apparently I have an idea for another Ninjago Au based on season 4 mostly the scene where Kai has the staff of elements.
So pretty much after Kai broke the staff of elements everyone got their powers back except for Kai leaving him powerless (as some sort of punishment?) and with a little bit of corruption from the time he held his staff. I sense his eyes stayed permanently red color.
Even though Chen was defeated the powers of Kai still didn't come back.
Sometimes Kai can be a little unstable lashing out at everyone even when he doesn't tend to do it. Kai is still part of missions but the whole powerless thing leaves him very frustrated.
Part of me thinks the relationship between the whole team is strained even though they are trying their best to help Kai, but they sometimes give up when Kai refuses to accept their help, everyone wants to find a way to bring back his powers but is useless as they haven't find anything.
Now a tricky part of the au is that Kai with time comes distant to everyone and stays in his room for hours no body knows what he is doing in there but they respect his privacy, meanwhile Kai is messing with dark magic from a book that perhaps belonged to Clouse (haven't figured this out yet) and he mastered some sort of fire abilities through the book but he kept this mostly to himself not sure how the others would react of the idea of him using dark magic.
Another thing I forgot to mention is that Nya gets her powers earlier since the team needs the most help possible during missions so Master Wu starts training her immediately, meaning Nya gives up her Samurai X stuff to become a full time ninja, also some of these gadgets Kai uses them when he is in the mood to join missions and help the team.
Okay i mentioned that Kai kept his dark magic and fire a secret from everyone? Well while fooling around with his dark magic he accidentally poofed a baby into existence making him go into panic and seeking help from the team including Master Wu who just stare in shock at the baby that Kai is holding, in other words accidental baby acquisition that just poofed out of nowhere due to dark magic.
Oh yeah the only two of my Ninjago oc's that stay in this Au are Alev and Etsu, Alev well her powers remind Kai too much of what he lost and well Etsu is the baby that poofed out of nowhere.
Might be calling this new Au: Dark Fire Au, but anyway this way just some aimless rambling from me, this idea seems fun to develop so might as well developed furthermore.
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LUISA READS FOURTH WING :)
Right fam, time for some dragon riding (non sexual… from what I have been able to gather)
Ngl, but reading (listening) the "a dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without its dragon is dead" after seeing so many tiktoks about it and them being all epic, has me giddy, has me excited. Here we go.
So far we have a cunty yet caring elder sister, a dead dad, a rude as fuck mum, a dead brother (who apparently was beloved above all) and a girl severely lacking in calcium.
"you won't get any special treatment just for being my daughter" my sister in christ, what special treatment? so far you have been nothing like an ass.
I cannot judge Violet for wanting to take her books with her....but babygirl from what I have seen you truly have no strength.. so like..sugar.. either develop some muscle or like let it go.
What's so wrong about being a scribe? like what do you all have against academia?
Okay no wait... what are they prepping her for? What the fuck is this subscription day? isn't it like just first day of uni?? Is she fighting? is it a race? to like the first dragon they can find? the first tunnel of their respective career?
aaaaaaaand here comes the childhood friend with soft brown eyes that laughs with his whole body.
Seems like extremely poor parenting to send your extremly untrained daughter into such a challenge... like she has to climb some rocks... and like run a lot, there's going to be wind. Like no. And for what? for the glory of your name? SHE CAN'T EVEN LIFT HER OWN BOOKS!
Gotta love a "This isn't America's TOP BEST FRIEND" moment.
I'm sorry but how is conscribing (?) all children from the traitors to the best school in the kingdom/republic/empire/country and give them a solid ass chance of becoming riders, and therefore climb to the top of the social and military pyramid a fitting punishment? They should have ended their respective bloodlines. You rebel you and your entire bloodline die.
Colombian brain translating Xaden to Xavier.
I should have asked... can dragons talk in this world?
What is the parapit?? Is that how it is written?
Mira (?) is a badass. Queen behaviour.
Mira being like "don't die Violet, I'd hate to be an only child." And having seen her mother? Honestly same. Like no. Hard Pass.
Wait is the blonde guy she is befriending the one with the scar from the betrayal?? Dylan? yes? no?
Oh and they get to marry after graduating. Why do I feel I am walking straight into another early 20s marriage.
Most riders are legacies... good to see nepotism is alive and well. Neporiders.
Oh so Xaden has tattoos from his wrist up to his jaw.. okay, okay.
AND HIS FATHER KILLED HER OLDER BROTHER. AND THEY WERE ROOMATES!
My girl really went "He is #SoTall and #HandsomeAsHell"
I don't get what this challenge is about and apparently Dylan is not making it, he liked slipped or smth and is like hanging...
yeah no he fell to his death. RIP Dylan.
My girl is like screaming history facts to distract herself while she [insert the challenge.... I think it's walking a very slippery bridge]
Okay so Jack is an asshole... it's giving Cato.
Kinda want to bet that he will try to eventually fight Violet and Xaden will defend her.
Got confirmation, it is in fact a bridge.
Rihannon made it. Which is a personal win because she seems sweet.
Oh my god Jack focus on your own thing, you are being and asshole, no one cares. Fuck off, fall to your death, shut up. Like why are you so pressed about this random ass calcium lacking girl. GET A JOB. STAY AWAY FROM HER.
Not her reciting the codex lol it is giving Elizabeth Swann citing The Pirate Code to Captain Barbossa. Babygirl, bless you, but he clearly does not give a fuck.
Violet truly made that crossing out of delulu energy and history facts and honestly? respect.
Wait, hold the fuck on... this audiobook is 21h long? what on god's green earth is going to happen in this book? oh my god this thread is going to be huge. Apologies to all.
omg Jack why are you still talking? either shut up or jump infront of a dragon and die. LIKE WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH HER? He is giving blonde guy energy (but not the one you gave Dylan. RIP Dylan. You will never be forgotten)
aaaaaahhh there we go Jack threatened her and when he makes the move to kill her Xaden will be like "the fuck bro" and kill him instead.
Here comes the childhood best friend. I feel he is hot. Dane? Dane Atos?? Kinda hot of him. Wait he is Squad Leader? that's hot.
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Notes/thoughts/interpretations/critiques on p. 1-7 of the junker short story "a friendly rivalry"
I'm not much of a reader but I thought I'd try to read the junker short story since it's available for free now. I took page-by-page notes on my thoughts/impressions while I was reading, which I'll put below. :0
This is only the first 7 pages because the latter half of the story was kind of confusing for me (a lot of combat that wasn't making sense to me), but I'll try to give those a proper read some time too.
(Please note that I'm critical at times because it's easier for me to write about things that don't work rather than do work, so if you don't like reading critique this might not be for you. I try not to be too negative or upset sounding but idk not totally sure how I come off in these notes. personally I'm like Extremely Neutral™️ about the story because I don't really care much about reading in the first place so lskdfjlsdfj)
This will prob not make much sense unless you have the story open at the same time, just a heads up;;
Page 1
Narration is 3rd person mostly limited to Junkrat’s thoughts/impressions (aka narration is in 3rd person but comments/etc made in the narration is indicative of Junkrat’s perception of things)
The cover art made me think it was gonna be from Roadhog’s POV but nah it’s mostly Junkrat
Narration refers to Roadhog as Junkrat’s “best mate” (implicitly Junkrat’s thoughts, so Junkrat thinks of Roadhog as his best mate)
Roadhog possibly nervous & Junkrat is able to pick up on it OR Junkrat is nervous & projecting his nervousness onto Roadhog (as the story progresses, it becomes clear that it’s the latter)
Junkrat calls Junker Queen “Queenie”; can be interpreted as affection for her or disrespecting her
Junkrat thinks he and the Queen have a mutual respect; Roadhog disagrees; indicative of Junkrat’s inability to accurately assess his relationships with other people I guess
They sell boba at a bar in Junkertown apparently LMAO?? I always interpreted it to be that Junkrat picked up the taste for boba from traveling around the world during his heist spree (tho honestly Junkrat’s boba interest was just a fun thing they added based on a fan question about Junkrat’s canteen iirc so I kinda get not taking an earnest route with this lmao)
Sludge pit = some sort of punishment for criminals in Junkertown I guess. Also Junkertown has a jail. I guess there is some sort of criminal justice system in Junkertown idk.
Footnote on p. 1 is kinda funny (meant to emphasize that Junkrat’s a blabbermouth) but tbh I always took Junkrat’s “secret treasure” to mean “Junkrat has a treasure but no one knows what it is,” not “Junkrat has a secret and it’s a treasure.” (Junkrat telling everyone/bragging about having a treasure is in line with my headcanon though)
Unclear if this story takes place before or after their heist spree. Honestly continuity-wise it doesn’t make much sense either way; it kinda more feels like the heist spree never happened. (If it was before the heist spree, its weird that Junker Queen would try to execute them here but then just exile them later. If it was after the heist spree, it’s weird she let them back in Junkertown just to execute them since they’re not her problem anymore.)
Page 2
Roadhog’s “worried look” was apparently just him waiting for Junkrat to shut up, cementing that Junkrat’s perception of Roadhog’s emotions was just Junkrat projecting his own worry onto someone else
This is a formatting thing but I don’t like when books have big blocks of text on the page from stuff that hasn’t happened yet LMAO why are they showing me spoilers.
It’s reveal on this page is that they’re here to be executed. Tbh this is kind of tonally weird to me, like I know Junker Queen wants Junkrat and Roadhog killed but it’s kind of at odds with the kind of cartoonishness of how the story’s written. (cartoonishness elaborated on in later bullet points)
Anyway the execution reveal also reveals that Junkrat’s perception of him and Junker Queen having “mutual respect” is something he made up
Junkrat is social in Junkertown and he seems to likes the people there, but he isn’t liked by the people (exemplified in part where someone throws an egg at him); apparently has some sort of sentimentality for living in Junkertown even if no one likes him
Scrumbo Wigley is a ridiculous name.
Scrumbo Wigley’s name & someone throwing an egg at Junkrat = cartoonish tone of the scene
Roadhog taps Junkrat on the shoulder to get his attention -> kind of a light touch from Roadhog which is cute to me, but tbh it’s probably meant to just shift the attention of the scene lmao
Page 3
Idk why “look” was italicized here, it felt kind of unnecessary since “gave him a look” already means “gave someone an irritated look.” (I’m just an italics hater in general tho dslfksdjfsd)
Junkertown has a premium sausage stand
The Outback Bill bit kind of emphasized the cartoonishness of the scene again; entire listing of the crimes bit intended as humorous. (Outback Bill part in particular felt so random to me, like trying to do an “avatar cabbages guy” bit in like 3 sentences)
Outback Bill crime suggests Junkrat and Roadhog blew up some people for fun (I guess the sausage stand was their target but some customers also got blown up; unclear if just injured or killed, but given the intended humor in the scene it’s probably not supposed to be anything serious)
Cartoony tone makes it feel kinda wild that they’re getting executed but I guess it’s more of a Colosseum battle than an execution
Junkrat is apparently not intimidated by Junker Queen given that he banters with her about her not wanting to fight them herself (though later he’s scared of her when she comes down to the battlefield thing so maybe that was just fake confidence.)
Junker Queen apparently finds Junkrat and Roadhog funny/entertaining (biscuit incident) which tbh makes it all the more random to me that they’re getting executed imo
This doesn’t exactly work tonally imo (again, hard to tell if there’s any gravity to this battle or if it’s just supposed to be wacky silly) but Junkrat getting pissy and saying “unbelievable” like a disappointed grandma about having to fight Wrecking Ball is pretty funny
Footnote on this page says that city factions (demolitionist, wrecker, etc) apparently work together or something I guess. Not really sure what they’re trying to suggest with this footnote; I guess it emphasizes the idea of Junkertown being self-sufficient or something. Or that they’re all destructive and violent, but like. In a community-building way.
Page 4
Roadhog pulls Junkrat out of danger (this isn’t new, he did this in Going Legit)
Junkrat eagerly joining in with the bantering/heckling conversation (?) in the crowd -> emphasizes his chatty/friendly personality, wants to make friends
Junkrat largely unaware of what Roadhog does during combat & focuses more on himself; incorporates Roadhog into his plans when it’s convenient for him; possible that it usually works out/Roadhog usually does what Junkrat asks given that it seems to be a regular occurrence (“Roadhog, catch me!” happens at the end of the story too)
Junkrat uses “wicker basket” as a swear. (???????) Again, this kind of just highlights the cartoonish/silly tone of the story
Page 5
Wrecking Ball’s reveal is also very cartoonish/unserious. Personally I don’t really know what to do with Wrecking Ball’s reveal in this story; it’s kind of not cohesive imo but I guess it’s sillay which seems to be the main goal of the story so it’s like fine I guess
Junkrat saying “It’s alright, Roadhog!” is another instance of him projecting his fear onto Roadhog and comforting himself in the guise of comforting Roadhog
Idk I’m not an action story reader (or a reader at all LMAO I never read) but the action feels kind of slow paced. Maybe because it keeps getting interrupted by jokey cartoonish things
Writing kind of too literal at times for my taste (eg: “He threw the grenade.” -> not much rising tension to this moment, almost seems like he does this casually. For example maybe there could’ve been a tense moment between the heckling from the crowd messing with Junkrat’s confidence or something (knowing that he seems to value the approval of people in Junkertown or is at least affectionate to them) but idk the scene ended up feeling very literally like “the crowd chanted -> Wrecking ball started spinning -> Junkrat aimed at Wrecking Ball -> Junkrat threw the grenade” without much investment)
Outback Bill gag happens again on this page (more cartoonish tone) but like he’s not bothered by it so good for him I guess
Junkrat’s scared of Junker Queen on this page; wasn’t much explicit indication of his worries or fears about Junker Queen before this (mostly just the implicit stuff with him projecting onto Roadhog which was very light), so idk to me this felt kind of out of nowhere for him to be explicitly scared especially since he bantered with her earlier. There’s also been like very little feeling of gravity through the whole thing (see: cartoonish moments) so it was hard for me to feel scared with him.
Apparently no one cares about Junkrat’s treasure. This suggests that Junkrat hires Roadhog just to protect him from the Queen’s men who want him dead since he’s a troublemaker. Tbh this is totally at odds with Wasted Land, where the Queen’s men are threatening him to give his treasure to them or something. Personally I think it’s just better drama for Junkrat to be wanted by the Queen and other greedy people in Junkertown for his treasure, with that being the main reason he hires Roadhog. Plus I think it just kind of ties in with his apparent theme of wanting to be liked by people: there’s something interesting to the notion of a guy that no one likes or wants to be around being literally wanted/coveted for his treasure
Junkrat’s kind of hurt when the crowd groans at him in annoyance but acts proud about it; suggests he’s not oblivious to people’s opinions of him and does get bothered when people find him annoying and don’t like him
Page 6
Crowd kind of feels like a studio audience or something at times LMAO kinda just emphasizes the cartoony/silly tone of the story
The reason given for Junkrat finding the final door is kinda wild lmao like he just fell in from holes in the roof??? Guess it’s again just supposed to emphasize his ~zany nature~. Either that or he like maneuvered his way in like a rat, but the phrasing makes it kind of unclear exactly what he did imo.
Junkrat’s “saucy wink” at Junker Queen meant to emphasize the importance of his eye and also make him flirt with Junker Queen I guess
“The crowd considered this” again kind of literal writing; I guess here it’s especially supposed to be snappy comedy but idk if it was working for me
There’s an abrupt free-for-all for Junkrat’s eye, which is kind of at odds with earlier where no one seemed to want or care about Junkrat’s treasure. I guess they’re all that curious to know what’s behind the final door? Idk the free-for-all would make more sense if the previous part about no one caring about Junkrat’s treasure wasn’t included.
Point of the free-for-all idea here that Junkrat revealing his treasure was supposed to be something he used to get the upper hand, but instead became something that gave him the lower hand (?); aka shows Junkrat is not able to read the room, is poor at manipulating/negotiating, and is always flubbing things
Page 7 (last page I read carefully)
“I thought you were gonna say idiot” -> suggests Junkrat values Roadhog’s opinion of him, insecure about himself (overcompensates when he suggests “Junkrat you’re a genius?” because he’s insecure)
Junker Queen saves Junkrat from a knife, so I guess his plan to reveal his treasure to Junker Queen did kind of work as leverage to get her on his side
Junkrat never told Roadhog what his treasure is or where it is; not sure what’s meant to be implied here, it’s kind of weird that he’d never tell Roadhog especially since this story emphasizes Junkrat being a blabbermouth. It’s possible that he was saving the details specifically for a situation like this so he could use it to his advantage. Initially I thought maybe Roadhog said he didn’t know either as a lie (because he doesn’t trust Junker Queen) or because he forgot (suggesting he doesn’t actually care much about Junkrat’s treasure), but the end of the story makes it seem like he really just didn’t know anything about the treasure.
Roadhog agreeing about looking forward to Junkrat dying was kind of mean-spirited imo LMAO like I guess supposed to be just a joke given the overall cartoony tone of this story + the unserious atmosphere it’s created surrounding execution, and I usually don’t mind when Roadhog’s kind of an asshole to Junkrat, but that was kind of out of pocket for me lskfjldsf
Other misc notes:
2nd half of the story is kind of action-heavy (since there’s no heckling from the crowd anymore) which is kind of at odds with the cartoony tone of the first half imo.
Specific detail I liked: the idea that Junkrat projects his fears/worries/nervousness/etc onto how he interprets Roadhog and that he talks “Roadhog” through his “worries” as a way for him to verbalize his own fears and work through them. Basically this quirk allows him to believe he’s still a cocky, self-confident person when he actually has worries or insecurities. (Like “These aren’t MY problems or worries, they’re Roadhog’s!” but like they’re clearly his.) I guess it is kind of a selfish reading of Junkrat in that it seems like he doesn’t really understand Roadhog but idk for me I think it makes sense for him to be kind of a self-centered person most of the time.
I also kinda liked Junkrat being chatty with some people in the crowd and him being sentimental for Junkertown and its people. Honestly all the details I liked were so minor; I kind of wish they were somehow expanded on a little more. Especially think there could have been a lot more tension between the crowd & Junkrat’s desire to be liked or whatever vs how that might affect (and distract) him in combat. I mean it was literally a crowd, they could have very explicitly made him try (and probably fail) to be a crowd-pleaser. (Like there was a little of this but not much and not in a way that I found super compelling while reading. imo)
I think the main thing for me is that the writing was very straightforward or literal so most of the time was spent describing things that were literally happening instead of writing with a particular theme or goal in mind. Unfortunately I don’t really have a ton of examples of what I mean so. Whatever LMAO;; I think this kind of story just isn’t really my taste in the first place since I like moody/introspective stuff more than combat-heavy stuff. The lightheartedness was like fine I guess but I did feel like it was frequently awkward when couched between the combat scenes. Again I don’t have examples/evidence of this off the top of my head so I may be totally off here but the writing style felt a bit like describing an action movie or cinematic rather than being a work that utilizes writing to portray action scenes. That’s not really a big deal to me because I’m not expecting like amazing writing from Overwatch (it’s primarily a fps not prestige literature) but idk maybe it would’ve worked better for me if it was animated or a comic or something.
Sorry for the Junkrat-heavy notes; the story was mostly from Junkrat’s POV in a way so it was easier to write notes about him than other characters. maybe I'll have more to say about other stuff when/if I try to reread the last couple pages of the story.
Anyway thanks for reading if you did! Hopefully it was interesting to someone!;;;;;
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My decision about the new policy situation
UPDATE :
As some of you may know, The Sims team has clarified and the early access is totally ok during a reasonable amount of time whithout specifying how long it should be. I will stick to the 3 weeks early access program like it've use to do.
I want to thank you again for you whole support during those last days, it helped me a lot. I am honestly happy this whole situation is over now, this was a lot for everyone and kinda ruin the community dynamic at the moment, so I hope things will get back to normal for everyone very soon ❤️
Hello everyone,
After more information (not official yet, but via screenshots of EA’s chat), apparently EA doesn’t allow early access anymore, not only permanent paywall. I’m more than sad to read this. My set always had been on early access respecting the rule of the 2-3 weeks before public release, and I was more than happy with this because people who can afford to support my work can access the set a little earlier, but people who can’t or who don’t want to support still can get it, and that is, in my eyes, a good solution for everyone. Now, due to permanent paywall creators, or business strategy or whatever, we’re not allowed to do this anymore.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this, and I decided this time to not follow the rules and keep early access for my content at the moment. If it is about protecting people from doxxing issues etc, I am more than happy that EA is finally making something about it, but I don’t get why everyone has to be punished for this. Especially when mod and cc helped a lot of people keep playing this game.
During my studies and now my job, as a 3D modeler who also made illustration and photography from time to time, I’ve seen and learned that creative jobs aren’t really respected and most people don't think it deserves to be paid, or not enough. When EA decides to cut the early access option, they don't respect our work, the time and the energy we put in it. Mods / cc will still be free at the end, so I don’t know where the problem is with this. Even as a passion and being part of the community, the amount of effort and sacrifices made each month to create large sets where we try our best to give you good content wouldn’t be the same without support.
I respect this community, I respect this game but I also respect my job and myself and I don’t think keeping early access is unfair. I know some of you will understand, I know some of you won’t. I’m totally fine with it, especially knowing that now I may be against the rules (until official announcement). I’m not mad at people who don't want early access anymore or anything, I’m just mad at people who abuses those conditions to lead to this situation. If some of you don’t want to support me anymore because of this, I also understand and there’s no problem about this at all.
I will never say this too much but I’m so thankful for all of your support, messages, comments, repost etc, I really love creating content for you guys.
Thank you for being there ❤️
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Hey KitKat I have a question and sorry if this is a weird question:
Is there anything wrong with liking certain rwby characters that are not as popular?
I like Neptune even with the small scenes he had in canon yet I have met fans that didn’t like my opinion because of the whole dance arc.
I understand he is not perfect but I think the part that really bother me is that when I try addressing their character flaws apparently I was the bad guy?
Why is their character immune to criticism when they have just as much flaws?
I don't think there's anything wrong with liking pretty much any character so long as the flaws the character has are acknowledged and (if included in writing) are actually written as flaws.
Neptune is a great example and I also happen to like him, so this is a great place to discuss it. XD Neptune in canon severely suffered from the RWBY writers' misogyny, as he was written as a giant douchebag partially to prop up Jaune's 'nice guy' thing, but since the writers were misogynists, Neptune's own cool guy dudebro 'womanizer' thing was treated as not a big problem and not a deal breaker to the other characters even when he made women visibly uncomfortable and kept flirting like with Team NDGO and with Ilia. And since he was a side character without a lot of screentime and like zero growth, that's kinda like sixty percent of his character at least and the rest of it is pretty thin. In canon, there isn't much to him. And it's important that no one defends or refuses to admit that Neptune in canon is a douchebag who doesn't respect women. But also... Neptune is a fictional person. he isn't real, 'condemning him for his actions' seems kind of ridiculous, and making him better or making him get better in fanfics or just liking the rest of his non-douchey character traits and his design and wanting to have fun with that shouldn't be treated as bad. It's the same with any RWBY character, even much worse ones who have done worse things morally speaking than making women uncomfortable, like Ironwood, Adam, Emerald, Mercury, Roman, Neo, Cinder, Salem, JACQUES SCHNEE even. Like, I hate Jacques with the power of a thousand burning suns, he's evil and trash and I would never redeem him or have a better version of him in my headcanons (even though I love and value redemption arcs, I also personally think having characters that don't get redeemed and instead demonstrate examples of how even though everyone can be redeemed, some people won't be redeemed is beneficial) but if somebody else did... So long as they aren't excusing or defending his actions, so what? I write fanfictions about redeemed Kylo Ren and redeemed Count Olaf, so I have no space to judge.
People have this weird tendency to treat fictional characters like they're real people, like they need to answer for their crimes, like they 'can't change,' and it's so strange to me. Fictional characters are whatever people want them to be, and they don't exist, so their crimes are all fictional, so... Why would they 'need to be punished?' XD Also, the same people who have this 'we should condemn fictional characters,' 'how dare you like this character when they did X bad thing,' 'writing anything except hate for this character is abuse apologism' people... They almost always like a villain themselves. XD Whether it's a villain in RWBY like Cinder, Salem, Tyrian, Watts, Hazel, Raven, etc, or whether it's a villain outside of RWBY like the Joker, Harley Quinn, Azula, Darth Vader, Sephiroth, Catra, Lotor, Maleficent, etcetera.
But yeah, in general, I think you should ignore those people. If you like Neptune, more power to you! If you want to write fics or headcanons or what have you about Neptune realizing that the way he acted was wrong, even more power to you! If you write things where Neptune was never a womanizer or misogynist to begin with, cool! If people get angry at you over something like writing a teenage boy to deconstruct his misogyny or making said teenage boy not that way in the first place, then they're probably not people you want to know. Hope this helps. :)
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Teatime with Jane
Jane volturi x reader
This is set during the time that reader and Carlisle stayed with the volturi
You walked briskly through the concealed garden. The hot Italian sun hitting your face gently as it sparkles. You look to the balcony of janes room where you find her red eyes meeting your yellow ones.
She watches as you smile gently in her direction and speed up your pace to her room, she secretly hopes you’ll use your enhanced speed to meet her just so she can know that your as desperate to see her as she is to see you.
You finally reach janes room and enter without knowing, and just as you guessed she was sat waiting with a teapot by her side.
“I’d almost guess that you missed me” you teased as you walked to your seat across from her
“I’m just prepared” Jane says in her stoic voice as she lifts the teapot and pours the liquid into your delicate tea cup.
The two of you could just drink directly from a human, but the teatime routine reminded you of your time period and Jane seemed to like the elegance of it.
You pick up the cup and take small sips. The blood hits your tongue and you swallow as your eyes turn a light shade of red, which contrasted to janes dark red eyes that only seemed to get darker. You shrugged it off knowing that the colour would stay for a few hours before you drank rabbits blood.
“How was guard work this week?” You asked curiously, engaging of the bad habit of living vicariously through Jane
“It would be a lot easier if your father would stop getting in my way” she sighs out and you flinch
“Carlisle’s not my dad” you correct as gently as possible but you come out rigid
“Apologies” she says and you swear you see some regret in her eyes before she shakes her head “how was your week? I heard from aro that you were confined to your room?”
“Apparently I embarrassed him” you sighed and Jane nods her head as a sign to continue “I was caught talking to Alec when I was meant to be in my room”
“That’s all?” Jane asks and you nod your head
“Apparently it shows a lack of respect to Carlisle, so I was locked in my room” you explained and Jane shakes her head
“You are a powerful, immortal being and yet he treats you like a mere child” she tuts in frustration “you should be in education with Caius and aro, not being put in time out”
“Carlisle would never let me” you frown sadly “I sometimes thinks he doesn’t want me to know too much because I could use it to leave”
“And would you?” Jane asked curiously
“Yes” you say with no hesitation
“What about the volturi?” Jane asks with a frown “you’d leave us?”
“I have no guarantee that Carlisle will stay here” you defend your choice lightly “and if he didn’t I would be dragged away from here”
“You could stay” Jane reasons “the volturi would offer your sanctuary”
“And then Carlisle would drag his allies back to claim me as his child and I’d be punished” you push back on her reasoning and she sighs
“How much longer do you think he’ll stay here?” Jane asked with hidden desperation
“I don’t know, all I know is that as soon as I’m gone from here my protection from aro and Caius would mean nothing” you say with a scared expression “I’d be left to his mercy”
“The volturi would never let that happen” Jane says with determination
“They would have no choice” you explain “it means war if they try to keep me”
In a sudden movement, Jane rises from her chair and walks in front of you. You look at her with a shocked expression as she drops onto her knees in front of you and her cloaks cloud the floor.
Jane gently takes your hand in hers and looks in your eyes with a honest and genuine look in her eyes.
“I vow to you now” she starts with a determined expression “I will free you from Carlisle”
“How?” You question with a shocked gasp
“I do not know yet” she says quietly “but I will find a way to free you, I promise you”
She seals this promise with a small, chaste kiss on the back of your hand before she rises in front of you and takes her seat again.
“Drink your tea” Jane gently commands as she returns to sipping delicately, blush coats your cheeks as you nod and sip your tea.
You hoped she’d be able to keep this promise, so the two of you could continue to have tea times for eternity
Hope you enjoyed some Jane fluff!
Love ya ❤️
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