#What he lacks in common sense he makes up for in intelligence?

[cy-blade]

How did you even get into SNU?

#Queen of Tears #Baek Hyun Woo #Hong Hae-In #What he lacks in common sense he makes up for in intelligence?

[stairain]

Truth of a Lifetime.

After a long day at work, you want nothing more than to unwind with your best friend, but playing a game of drunk Truth or Dare was definitely not what you had in mind. 

Part 2

Warnings: Sub Spencer, friends to lovers, drinking, dry humping/grinding, cumming in pants, choking, begging. 

WC: 3.5K

You knocked on Spencer’s door and patiently waited outside for him to open up. He didn’t know that you were going to show up, but you had a hard day at work and needed to unwind in the best way you knew how. In your hand was a tote bag that contained a variety of alcoholic drinks.

He opens the door and sees you, smiling brightly. He steps back and holds the door open for you.

“Is there something wrong?”

You look up at him with a tired smile and nod.

“Yes.. People at work have been awfully annoying recently, I don’t know what it is but most of them just lack so much common sense it makes me feel bad for them.”

You continue rambling as you walk through his door and sit down on his couch with the bag next to you. Spencer nods, understanding, and sits down next to you.

“What’s in the bag?”

He looks at you expectantly while he waits for you to say what you brought. You look over at him and reach into the bag, pulling out various bottles of alcohol. You held them all by their caps and set them down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Our favorite.”

His eyes light up when you pull out his favorite brand of whiskey. 

“You are the best, you know that?” He smiles at you and reaches over to grab the bottle. He moves closer to you on the couch.

“How has your day been other than the annoying co-workers?” He looks down at your tired eyes as he twists open the cap.

You grab a bottle of your own and twist the top off, taking a swig before talking.

“Uneventful.. Missed you, if you want me to be honest.”

Spencer blushes slightly at your admission. He looks down for a moment and then nods. 

“Well, I missed you too.” He turns his attention to his own bottle and takes a swig of whiskey, enjoying the burning warmth of it as he slowly swallows.

You notice the blush on his face, but you brush it off. You’ve always had a small crush on him, but it always seemed far fetched that he returned those feelings. You push those thoughts to the side as you take another drink.

He sighs quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment between you two. He looks over at you as you drink, and he gently puts his hand on your knee, brushing it with his thumb.

“You alright? I know that work can be frustrating. If you ever want to talk about it, you know you can always talk to me.”

He looks into your eyes, his heart racing. He’s never been good at this kind of thing, but he would do anything to have you by his side and happy. You shook your head and chuckled lightly. 

“Yeah Spence, I’m alright.. Just need a little bit of a break, you know?”

Your friend nods in understanding.

“Yeah, I think we all need a break sometimes.” He takes another swig of his whiskey and then looks at you again. The look he’s giving you is different from before. His eyes are filled with a strange feeling.. a soft feeling. A feeling he doesn’t feel all the time, almost like.. love. He takes a deep breath as he, or the alcohol, works up the courage to speak.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

You huff out a small laugh at his question and take a small sip. He was always a lightweight, so you weren’t entirely surprised he had asked you that. “I’ve heard it before..” Spencer’s face turns light red at your uninterested response.

“Well, um.. how about.. uh, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and your intelligence is unmatched by anyone else. You’re one of a kind.”

He clears his throat and takes another sip of whiskey, wishing he had just never spoken at all. With every word he felt like he was digging himself a deeper hole to die in. 

You snort and push him by his shoulder.

“You’re such a loser.” You tease him in a lighthearted tone. When you stop laughing, an idea pops into your head and you turn back to him.

“Wanna play a game?”

“What do you have in mind?” The brunet leans back on the couch, his arms folded loosely over his chest as he waits to hear what kind of game you’re talking about.

“You ever played truth or dare?” You lean forward a bit towards him with a smirk on your face. You drop the bottle between your legs and brush a piece of hair out of your face.

Spencer nods and his eyes can’t help but flicker down to the drink between your thighs, he regards it with envy.

“Yeah, back when I was a kid. I don’t remember the last time I played it though. What are the rules?” He asked curiously. He’s a little bit hesitant about this game, but it’s you after all, and he can’t say no to anything you offer.

You roll your eyes and take one more sip from your drink before setting it on the table.

“If I ask you “Truth or Dare” and you say truth, I get to ask you anything I want and you have to answer honestly. And if you say dare, then I get to tell you to do anything, and you have to do it. Ring a bell?”

Spencer nods, his heart fluttering in his chest at the possible implications in your voice. 

“Yeah.. yeah, I understand. Uh, Truth or Dare?”

He smiles at you dorkily, waiting for your reply.

“Truth.” You quietly say, bringing the bottle back up to your lips and sipping. 

“Have you ever… had feelings for me?” Spencer holds his breath, waiting for your answer. This moment is too perfect to ruin, and yet he feels he just did. He stares at you with wide eyes and holds your gaze, hoping for a positive response.

Your eyes widen a bit and you take a longer swig of your drink, you’d need it.

“You know, for someone who didn’t even remember the rules, you’re awfully bold.” You joke and think to yourself before answering “Uh.. I think back when I first met you, I had a small crush on you.”

What a liar you were.

Spencer’s face lights up at your answer, and he laughs. He leans in closer, his face inches away from yours as he holds his breath. “And now?” He whispers, his eyes meeting yours. “Do you still have that small crush?”

You push him away as you feel your nerves rising in your body, with a small laugh, you shake your head in amusement.

“Hey, it’s my turn now.” You did whatever you could to avoid answering the question that was so obviously hung over the both of you. “Truth or Dare, Spence?”

Spencer smiles at the dodge. “Dare.” He leans back in his seat and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do. He feels butterflies in his stomach whenever he looks into your eyes. Everything you do makes his heart race.

You bite your lip in thought before snapping your neck to look at him. “I dare you to.. Tell me what’s on your mind, Spence.” You’ve known him for so long now, it’d be a crime not noticing something was bothering him.

Spencer takes a moment, considering what you’re asking. Eventually, he decides to be completely honest with you. He takes a deep breath and strains out his words.

“Alright, here it goes…I-I want to kiss you.” His heart pounds in his ribcage as he waits for your response to his admission.

You can’t help but laugh at his confession, not taking it seriously. Instead, you reach out and take his bottle of whiskey out of his hands and place it on the coffee table.

“I think you’ve been drinking too much, Spence.”

His heart falls as you respond. He looks down in disappointment, biting his lip.

“Was my answer that bad?” He sighs and leans back on the couch. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I have had too much.”

“It wasn’t bad, Spence.. I just don’t think you know what you’re saying right now..” You give him a sympathetic look. You really wanted to believe he felt the same way about you, but he’s never said this sober.. you had no other choice but to believe it was just the alcohol talking.

He nods, understanding what you’re saying. He sighs, accepting his fate and wishing he hadn’t been so foolish.

“Well.. I guess I should stop before I say anything else as stupid as that, hm?” He looks down at his feet as a hint of red flushes through his cheeks. He’s too embarrassed to look at you. “How about you? Truth or Dare?”

You sigh and look up at him with a forced smile. You so badly wished he meant what he said, but you knew better. “Dare.”

He smiles at you and sits up straight. Despite his previous rejection, it doesn’t deter his advances towards you. He wanted you so badly he’d do anything it took.

“I dare you.. to kiss me.”

He has a big dumb smile on his face, biting his lip in anticipation. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you furrow your brows for a moment before speaking.

“Spence.. are you sure? Y-You’re drunk.” You could tell he was much more under the influence than you were, or at least, that’s what it seemed like. The last thing you wanted to do was take advantage of him. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m positive. I know what I’m asking for.” He smiles softly at you as he leans over towards you. He brings his mouth close to yours, his heart racing as he waits for you to close the distance and meet him in the middle. 

You swallow nervously before nodding to yourself. You look down to his lips, then up to his glossy eyes, and you lean forward, pressing your soft lips against his.

Spencer sighs softly as the two of you kiss, his liquor soaked lips lingering on yours. He smiles into the kiss, his heart beating heavily in his chest. He pulls away, breathing shallowly as he smiles at you. His face is as red as an apple, and he still can’t believe this is happening.

“Was that alright?”

You lick your bottom lip and nod. “Y-Yeah.. That was, good.” You nervously say before backing away from him and clearing your throat. “Truth or Dare..?”

Spencer nods, smiling thoughtfully.

“Truth.”

His heart is still racing with excitement, and he can’t believe you kissed him. He feels like the luckiest man alive.

“Ask anything. I’ll answer it truthfully, I promise.”

You take a deep breath and bite your lip, not sure if it was a good idea to ask this question.

“What’s.. What’s the weirdest thing you’re into.. like, sexually?”

Spencer blushes and hides his face in his hands as he tries to gather the courage to answer the question. You can’t help but smile at how adorable he was.

“Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question?” He looks at you through his fingers with a nervous smile, his face burning as he waits for your response. You give him a reassuring nod.

“Yes, Spence. I’ll make you a deal.. you tell me this, and I’ll give you my answer as well..”

The man looks at you for a moment before sighing and brushing his sweaty hair from his face.

“Okay.. but I want you to be honest about your answer as well. No lying.” Spencer clears his throat and his voice lowers as he speaks. “I.. like being choked. Do you find that weird? G-God, I’m sorry..”

You quirk a brow at his answer, and lean forward to place your bottle on the table next to his.

“That’s not weird, Spence. That’s actually really, really hot..” 

He chuckles in disbelief, feeling a rush of excitement run up his hot skin.

“Really? You’re being honest?” Spencer leans in slightly, a smile on his face as he waits for your confirmation that you’re in fact not lying.

You nod and bite your lip, and you think to yourself for a moment before speaking. “So you’re actually into being choked, Spence?”

Spencer nods excitedly. “Yes.. I-I just find it so… liberating. I can’t really explain it, but it’s like, it helps me release the tension I feel sometimes. It’s calming, almost…” He dips his head down to laugh at his lack of coherence. 

“I’ll be honest, I don’t even understand it myself.” He shrugs his shoulders and looks back up at you. 

“Does it turn you on?” Your body moves closer to him as you wait for his answer. His heart races and he fears you can feel just how hard it’s pounding in his chest. 

“Yes.. I have to admit that it does turn me on quite a bit.” Spencer looks down for a moment, his face a bright red as the butterflies in his stomach go wild.

As you take in his answer, you move your body so you’re situated on his lap, and looking down at him. You can feel the half-hard erection he’s been sporting for the past few minutes, and it makes you bite your lip at the feeling. 

“So if I did this..” One of your hands reached out and wrapped firmly around his throat. “How would you feel, Spence?” 

Spencer’s eyes go wide as the blood rushes to his face, and his cock. His body shivers, and his eyes turn into a mixture of shock and pure joy. He nods at you over and over.

“Oh.. y-yeah.. oh god..” His breath catches in his throat and he bites his lip, enjoying the feeling of your hand against his neck. “Re-Really good..” 

The grip you have in his throat tightens at his reaction, and you feel arousal rushing through your body at hearing him moan. There’s a warm pool of slick gathering in your panties, and there’s no doubt he can feel the heat your cunt is radiating for him.

Spencer gasps for air as your grip tightens. His heart beats wildly as his vision gets foggy. The feeling is intoxicating to him.

“M-More.. do it again. Please.” He moans softly. “Harder..” 

At his pleads, you oblige and squeeze him harder, further restricting his airflow. You watch with fascination at the way his eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling, and you can feel him harden underneath you. 

Your clothed cunt clenches at the feeling of his hardness under you, and you give a deep roll of your hips down onto him. The friction against your clit made you moan, and you knew you immediately needed more.

Spencer’s breaths become erratic and short as a wave of pure pleasure spreads through his body. He’s almost in a trance-like state due to the lack of air and stimulation of his cock pressed against you, and he shakes his head from side to side in an unspoken refusal to stop.

“D-Don’t stop..” His face is flushed and he has the biggest, stupidest grin on his face. “Harder..”

You drag your pussy over him again and again, the movements of your humping only getting stronger with each moment that passes. It makes his eyes flutter shut in an attempt to not immediately explode right then and there.

“Stay still, love..” You whisper lowly into his ear as your hand slowly squeezes his neck harder. Spencer’s breath hitches at the sound of your voice and your grip slowly tightening. He’s completely helpless under your control, and all this pleasure he feels.. he’s getting closer and closer to the edge.

 “I… I…” He groans softly as you speak, his hands curling into fists as they grip the couch. As you choke him, you’re letting out breathless moans of your own at the tingling feeling you’re granting yourself by grinding down against his throbbing member. It felt so good, it made your head spin. 

“Can I kiss you, Spence?” Your voice is breathy, and your grip loosens slightly as you look into his blissful eyes.

Spencer nods, the breath catching in his throat as his vision gets spotty. His senses are being overwhelmed by a combination of the lack of air and the pleasure. He lets out another groan.

“Y-Yes, please…” He breathes heavily as he waits for you to kiss him. His hips begin to cant up into you, assisting your grinding against him. The feeling it provided made him whimper against your lips. He could feel the way your slippery pussy glided over his pulsing length, he was so hard it was beginning to hurt, but the both of you knew he wouldn’t be lasting long anyways. 

You lean down to press a passionate, lust filled kiss to his lips. You snake your tongue in his mouth and feel him panting for air. The hand around his throat only tightens as you kiss him. Spencer’s hands reach out to grip your hips, and begin to urgently pull you down against his body, so the two of you were desperately humping at each other like nothing else mattered. 

Moan after moan started to pour into your mouth from his, and with the way he’s grinding his pelvis up on you and how he’s needily drawing your body and the drenched fabric of your pants over him, he was already too far gone. 

Your touch and kiss send him over the edge, a wave of pleasure crashing over him like an ocean wave. He breaks the kiss as he grits his teeth to moan loudly and throw his head back. The air is slowly cut off from his lungs, and he struggles to breathe as his vision slowly begins to fade. His mind is in a complete and utter daze, and his only thoughts are of you. He’s in your complete control and at your mercy.

“F-Fuck, oh my- ah.” 

In a final move, you press down your body harder in his lap, and smirk at the feeling of him shooting his cum into his boxers, and soiling the fabric. You could feel the shuddering thrusts of his hips as he poured his release into his clothing. A warm, squishy sensation bloomed over his lap, and it made you smile evilly. 

You lean down to press quick kisses all over his face as you continue to choke him to completion.

Spencer’s muscles go rigid, the tingling sensation in his body is overwhelming. His face is completely red now but his breath begins to come in short gasps as you continue, even despite his release.

“Oh g-god…” He bites his lip, his mind blanking as his body shivers. He’s never enjoyed anything so much in his life. 

You moan against his skin at the noises he makes and your hand gently loosens its grip around him, and you continue to kiss his face to help him through his embarrassingly easy orgasm.

He shudders in your arms, his body slowly going limp. His breathing is heavy as his body is still shaking from you choking him. He stares up at you in a mixture of shock and pure contentment, and he can’t possibly bring himself to speak now. 

You pull away and look down at him with a smile on your face. A hand reaches out to push sweaty strands of hair out of his face and you tuck it behind his ear. 

“How do you feel?”

Spencer’s body starts to calm itself down, but his breath is still shaky. He looks back up at you, his face still red but glowing in the warmth of your touch. He smiles at you as he shakily answers.

“Like my soul left my body. That was.. I don’t even know how to describe it. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Spencer’s eyes meet yours and he takes a deep breath. “It was worth it though. Definitely the best truth I’ve ever answered..” He smirks and bites his lip at his own teasing tone.

You roll your eyes at his comment, for someone who just came in their pants like a pathetic bitch, he was awfully cocky. 

“You're such a loser, Spence.”

Spencer chuckles softly and nods at your response, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft hug. 

“Yeah.. I probably am. But, at least I’m your loser.”

His heart flutters as he looks down at you, still unable to contain his happiness. He’s quiet for a moment before he shoots you a small pout.

“You never told me the weird thing you’re into..” 

Your eyes meet his expecting ones, and you laugh in his face at how eager he looks already, despite his heavy chest, sweaty face, and drenched pants. 

“Calm down, love. Give it a few minutes then maybe I’ll show you.” 

#spencer reid #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #sub spencer x reader #sub!spencer reid

[bethereasonyousucceed444]

WHO AM I??

Hi baby

I’m going to talk a little bit about myself

I don’t wanna reveal too much

My face and everything else will remain anonymous for safety and privacy💕

Name:

My name is Honey(yes this is my birth name lol)

You can call me by my name or honeybee

Or even honeycomb

Do NOT call me beehive 😡

Unless it’s related to Beyoncè💕

Age: 23

Topics:

I discuss the void state, Law of assumption,Reality Shifting (I haven’t talked about this yet but will if you need more info)

And All kinds of Manifestation methods

How to talk to Honey!!!

Just dm me any questions I don’t take asks anymore so if you have any questions just feel free to dm me

Ethnicity/Nationality

My mom is Afro Peruvian, Indian,and Haitian

My dad is Jamaican

Sooo

I’m black hehe🤟🏾

I don’t do these I’m super private it’s soooo weird omg

What do I like??

Music food animals

Did I say music because

MUSIC!!!!!!

My favorite artists

I love all kinds of music

Even death metal occasionally

I like Harry Styles,Kid Cudi,Lady Gaga The Beatles,Ice Spice and many moreeeee

I also love movies

Literally almost any kind

But anyways

Let’s talk about something more interesting!!

Now that you know me(kind of)

I want you to know about this technique I discovered

It’s not new at all

In fact ppl on here have already talked about it I’m just late

As usual 😔

Anywayyyyyy

There’s a technique I want you all to try

It’s called the

“Wim hof breathing”

Method

No methods are needed But if you really want one

Then here you go pookie

(Found this on a website but it won’t let me copy the link😔)

WIM HOF BREATHING METHOD

Find a comfortable position.

Breathe in deeply through the nose or mouth and through the belly to the chest. Then let the breath go unforced.

Exhale through the mouth, then immediately breathe in again.

Take 30–40 such breaths in short bursts.

Take one final, deep inhalation then let the air out and stop inhaling. Hold the breath until you feel the urge to breathe again.

Inhale very deeply to full capacity and hold for 15 seconds, then let it go. This completes the first round.

Repeat the whole process, steps #2-6, 3-4 times.

After completion take time to meditate and enjoy the state of deep relaxation

After the very last step you should be a deep trance like state you should be really relaxed

I recommend that you let your next subliminal play

Which should be

Either a theta or epilson wave track or pink noise

Make sure your desired subliminal that plays after is Not a guided meditation you wanna still be in a trance

Start affirming in that point

And don’t stop

Just feel how relaxed you are feel that powerless body but powerful mind

Your body is at ease your soul and mind collide in such ways that allows you to breathe freely without any stress no harm

In the void state

Your main goal should be getting peace

Because if you’re entering just affirm

You’ll likely put it on a pedestal you’ll get frustrated and give up

It is not a wish granter bitch

It’s you

Baby you are powerful

Baby you are pretty

Baby you can tap in the void

And make the bring the 4D to your 3D and make it your home

Don’t use the void as a wish granter

Use it for peace

Don’t treat the 3D like the enemy

Treat it like a friend

After all it exists the way it does because of your assumptions

Whether you say this is hard or this is easy

Sugar, you’re right either way

Because if you assume something then that’s how it’ll be

If you think you’re pretty you’re pretty

But if you think you’re broke

Then you’re broke

If you think you’re rich

Then you’re rich baby

You could have wings

Superpowers

Be the biggest singer or rapper in the world

Star in the next Dune Movie

Be best friends with Ariana Grande

Be a Scientist

Be smarter than Albert Einstein(I mean was he actually super intelligent if he lacked common sense)

You could be get a bigger butt!!

I mean didn’t necessarily have a pancake ass

But I definitely didn’t have a Nicki Minaj

BUT I DO NOW!!!!

And bestie you can too!

Plastic surgery who???

Do we look like a Kardashian-Jenner?? I think the f not🙄

The void is our plastic surgeon

You wanna a smaller nose?

Got it

Tig ole biddies?

Got it

Nicki Minaj butt?

Got it

Floor length hair?

Got it?

Whatever you want to change about yourself

Got it!

And for the last time babies

You ALWAYS ENTER THE VOID EVERYTIME YOU SLEEP

Mentally just be

Physically sleep

In that moment baby

Forget the 3D and its fuck ass bob

Because the 3Ds not your enemy but its your puppet

You’re a ventriloquist CONTROL THAT MF

The 4D is you

The void is you

Quit saying what you can’t do babe

You CAN BECAUSE YOU ALREADY DID AND YOU STILL DO

“HoNEy I StiLL didNT gET inTO tHe vOiD”

YES YOU DID!!!!!!

You did it

You just didn’t know

Bro the void is just recognizing you’re asleep

And getting in contact with your mind

Which is where you already go when you go to sleep

So ha

Billie

There’s your answer

When we fall asleep

That’s where we go

The mf Void State

The only thing your cute ass has to do baby

Is just be aware

When Neville Goddard says just “BE”

Bitch just BE

That’s it

Be aware

Like that SpongeBob episode

“Be the crane”

Be the Void

It’s just you love

So why you stressing

Why complicate something YOU created?!

Baby girl make it make sense

Own your power bitch

I love you My darlings

Month is almost over

Bring me my success stories

Or I’ll be your sleep paralysis demon 😈

(Just kidding)

Or am I;)

NOW BITCH LOOK!!!!

YAYYYY

Imma keep pressuring you to listen to this(NOTE YOU DO NOT NEED SUBLIMINALS)

But I like this one🫠

Wrong emoji

I can’t find that cute one at the moment I’m rushing cuz I wanna eat my burger!

SLADE:

https://youtu.be/oKU8YIicYQg?feature=shared

THIS

because it’s soooo peaceful

Slade is the best

BYE BITCH GO GET THAT DREAM LIFE NOW!!!

I love you ⭐️💕

#law of assumption #law of attraction #void state #void #law of manifestation #manifesting #manifesation #subliminals #loassblog #loassumption #reality shift #desired reality #reality shifting #dream life #desired life #loablr #loa success #loa blog #loa tumblr #law of the universe #manifesting affirm and persist #robotically affirming #affirm and persist #affirmation #meditating #guided meditation #meditation #void success #Youtube

[communist-ojou-sama]

I feel like a lot of people are confused by both the reckless actions of the Zionist Entity on the world stage and the US's continued support of it, even n seeming violation if its (long-term) interests. This kind of surprises me because it seems pretty obvious to me, but I want to take an effort to explain what's going on here.

First, I want you to accept a very general theory of the rise and fall of states. It is a Vastly oversimplified theory meant to be applied very broadly, and it goes like this: When a state is founded and on the rise, it is generally run by people who are amoral but intelligent and competent. Generally these early rulers and administrators found their way to the top of society from a state of chaos and fierce competition of all sorts; as a result, the people who end up on top, even if not the best of the best, are competent and shrewd and, above all, know that their positions are not promised and that they could be overthrown and killed at any time if they do too bad of a job governing. Moreover, this first generation tends to be highly diverse and represent people from all over the social spectrum of the society that preceded it, and above all competence and vigilence is prized.

This sense of internal vigilance and drive tends to be quite strictly impressed upon the first few generations of any given state, and as the state is on the rise, its ruling class, both for the purpose of growing their own wealth and to make government easier, develop a governing ideology and a legitimating narrative to justify to the common people their position at the top of the hierarchy. Crucially, in this initial stage of state formation and growth, the people in charge are pragmatists who understand that their governing ideology is a thing to be used to justify actions the ruling class deems necessary both for their short- and long-term interests, and are to be bent and violated at will if they threaten to get in the way of their true purpose.

Now, while there are all sorts of contingencies to how a state declines over time, I will put forward that the main dynamic that drives decline is the foreclosure of upward mobility and the increasingly jealous guarding of privileges by an increasingly insular ruling class, which is ruled by its governing ideology, to which they subscribe totally and completely. There's more but, let's leave it there for now.

Now, what all does this have to do with the Zionist Entity? Well surely you can see this coming, but what is the legitimation narrative of the Zionist Entity? It is first and foremost settler supremacy and it leads to the top positions in the Entity's military apparatus being occupied by demons like Itamar Ben-Gvir and Yoav Gallant who, drunk on cruelty and a false sense of superiority, have little more capacity for geopolitical reasoning than a wild animal. The reason why the Zionist entity isn't acting rationally in the service of the United States is because the people in power are not rational people, and they will not be for whatever the remaining history of the Zionist Entity is. They won't make rational choices to preserve the future of the Zionist settler edifice because they are uncapable of it; to do so would necessitate understanding Arabs as their equals, and they are incapable of that. As evil as Theodore Herzl and David ben-Gurion were, these demons lack their talents.

So why, then, is Genocide Joe and the democratic party supporting the Zionist holocaust upon Gaza, despite the fact that it is having an utterly apocalyptic effect on the long-term strategic interests and security of the United States? It is for the exact same reason. Genocide Joe doesn't support the Zionist Entity out of some rational calculation, he supports it as a function of his own hubris. Out of the long-term emotional investment he's developed in its wretched existence after many decades of safeguarding it from accountability and facing criticism for it. It really is that simple. The entire US elite, drunk on a fantasy of Western cultural supremacy, is stuck in a state of crackpot realism. I need you to understand that they have no concept that the possiblity of their defeat and the eventual collapse of the United States is a real possibility. And to the extent that they cannot engage with reality, their ability to appraise reality is also blinkered. They can't even see how severe the damage they're doing to the US's standing in the world really is because they are totally oblivious to the reality that in the coming decades the US and Europe will be surpassed in wealth and influence by Global South countries who all opposed the Zionist slaughter, literally no different from the white supremacist "rationalists" on tumblr who try to paint Operation al-Aqsa Flood as some sort of strategic blunder on the part of the Resistance.

The reason why the US is unable to bring the Zionists to heel despite the the whole purpose of the Zionist Entity's existence being as an attack dog for the western powers is because both the Zionists and the USians, having utterly abandoned rational statecraft, have basically forgotten that that's what their relationship is supposed to be. It's that simple.

[spectorswife]

Sneak Peak of Bi-Han fic :)

Keep in mind, I have never written a fanfiction before in my life, let alone smut. I am showing you guys a sneak peak of what I am writing and I want ya'll to let me know whether or not I should continue :)

“You lack conviction”

“Same as you lack intelligence, speaking to your Grandmaster with such disrespect”

You two are alone in his chamber since you needed to speak with him urgently before training, and somehow it always turns into a screaming match between you two. It’s no surprise he would pull the ‘Grandmaster’ card, it’s all he ever uses. It tends to get old really quick, REALLY fast. You felt a headache form as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. The fact that you still put up with it is honestly mindblowing. You tend to follow in Kuai Liang’s footsteps when it comes to ignoring the superiority complex of his brother, however today it’s finally getting under your skin. When training as a fellow member of the Lin Kuei, you endure alot of things, pain, suffering, whether its physically, mentally, or emotionally; however Bi-Han manages to make you want to simply wish for him to silence himself the way he does the other members of the clan.

“I thought the title of ‘Grandmaster’ would also allow you to have common sense and competence, but it seems both are lacking in your favor”.

You see his eyes squint at you and you see his eyebrows squeeze together, you never noticed him being this riled up yet still maintained his posture. He proceeds to move his steps closer to you and points at you,

“Why would I take orders from someone as yourself, not a single drop of Lin Kuei blood in your veins and you still continue to blabber your idiocy at me like a fool, you are not one of us, so don’t spit at me asserting the power you wish you had”

Those words were spat in your face almost as if you just got punched in the face by the grandmaster himself. Just like that, you felt your blood boiling, your jaw clenches, your eyes narrow with you feel your fists clenching. Because your Grandmaster who stands before you has done the one thing that he has never done before, which is insult your origin. You have always known you were never truly a member of the Lin Kuei, however you were very thankful when Kuai Liang found you and took you in. Bi-Han was against it from the very beginning, however you never understood why he disliked you in particular, you always followed his orders and you were one of his best fighters, right up there with Kuai and Tomas; and he still continued to undermine your potential. In this instance, he proceeds to undermine you, degrade you, as if your training and time with the clan means nothing to him. All you did was present an idea on a new training method for potential new comers, since Kuai Liang has trusted you to train the young ones along his side, all you want is what is best for the clan since this clan has become a new type of family to you, and Bi-Han decides to toss it to the side like it’s trash.

You’re already trying your hardest to keep your composure in the presence of him, he knows he gets under your skin, and with his huge ego, he is constantly fueled by what you say in return. He knows that what he said got to you, he can basically see the fumes leaving your body and all you can think of in the moment is violence, however if you hit him now, you’ll lose, if you open your mouth again, you lose; it seems like anything you do, ends up being a loss on your behalf. That’s how he always made you feel, like you’re never enough and you finally decided to accept it. He stands before you with his arms crossed, just simply waiting for what you have to say next. You inhaled deeply, and exhaled calmly, you felt your fists unclench and you did the only thing you could do in this scenario:

You walked away.

When doing so, Bi-han to some surprise, is in shock with your actions, his eyebrows rose in disbelief and he unfolded his arms. “Hmmph” he grunted, “Mind your place”, and shut the door behind you, masking what he was truly feeling. Although this was a win on his behalf, he sure didn’t feel like a winner. For the first time in a long time, the infamous Sub-Zero, felt bad?

LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE :/

#bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #bi han mk #sub zero #bi han smut #kuai liang scorpion

[beta-therapy]

Your Beta Status: Fate or Free Will?

As evidenced by the fact that 2/3 of our ancestors are female, it is a fundamental characteristic of the human species that women exert strong selective pressure onto men in the form of sexual selection, causing some men to have radically higher reproductive success than others. Women can only give birth a few times in their lives, so it makes sense for them to be picky.

But picky for what? What are women hardwired to be turned on by and turned off by?

The harsh truth is that primarily, the answer is genetic suitability. The main purpose of sexual selection is to weed out the bad genetics and to promote the best genetics among the species.

Although this idea is obvious, there is a common (and reasonable) objection:

Humans are not animals. Men don’t have some crude fight-to-the-death where the strongest alpha gets the woman. Yes, sexual attraction is unconscious and governed by biology, but a woman is genuinely turned on by the personality of her sexual partners rather than by some barbaric display of genetic superiority.

The problem with the objection is that those attractive masculine personality traits are inseparably tied to genetics. While it appears, on the surface, that a woman slept with Chad because he’s funny and witty, the deeper reality is that he demonstrated his intelligence, verbal facility, social calibration (lack of autism, for instance), and like ten other elements of genetic superiority, all in a way that cannot be faked. And if he was short (an indicator of insufficient androgen output during puberty or other genetic issues), she would not have even been talking to him.

Clearly, women are after genetics (they usually don’t know this consciously), but they select the winners in a highly sophisticated way, which makes it impossible to fake genetic superiority. This evaluation is about both physical and mental characteristics, but do not be fooled: there’s no “pathway” for any man to learn how to demonstrate attractive personality traits (beyond the standard advice of “be a good person”); the reason those traits are so attractive is exactly because they cannot be mimicked and therefore say a lot about your genetic suitability.

The personality traits that women go for are anything but arbitrary and socially conditioned. There’s a reason why the “awkward” and “shy” men are cross-culturally perceived by women as unattractive, whereas the “confident” and “dominant” men are universally fawned over by women. Those differences in attractiveness are not just random! They boil down to a fundamental judgement about which men deserve to spread their seed.

The definition of Nature is what selects. It is made up of many forces working in tandem, with the force of Femininity at the pinnacle. After all, Nature is what creates and what destroys; and the most important type of creation is the birth of children, and the most important type of destruction is the ending of one’s genetic lineage.

You can think of Femininity (and, more generally, Nature) as barbarically cruel, but truly essential for the existence and continuation of humanity. Life does not exist without suffering. A species cannot master its environment without an eternal process of disposing of the bad genetics and promoting the best genetics to allow for rapid adaptation in the proper direction. (And not just with genetics; with ideas in general).

The eternal objective of life is to generate a lot of new ideas, new things, and new genetics; and to note that many of them will be mistakes that must be disposed of, but some of them will be so crucial as to be required for our survival. This process is a necessary condition of life, because without it, we are stagnant, and stagnation inevitably results in Death.

Mistakes must go to die, and good things must prevail, but for that to happen, cruel selection must take place. In the world, we realize the harsh reality that not all ideas are equal, which can be quite uncomfortable for someone who believes in a bad idea, but their ultimate defeat by better ideas is what’s necessary for the collective. But what’s the most uncomfortable type of defeat by Nature? It’s the judgement that the totality of you is not good enough to make it to the next generation. Women are the ones who make the most harsh, judgmental decision of Nature. Femininity is the graceful, nurturing, beautiful mother who is nice to everyone, but through her sexual decisions, inevitably must put men on a hierarchy of “worthiness of reproduction.” And your position on this hierarchy is not something you can take lightly. It’s not based on random socially constructed nonsense. If you are not perceived as an attractive, desirable partner by women, that is Nature’s fundamental judgement that you are inferior (in the deepest possible sense) to other men.

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#beta boi #beta virgin #beta bitch #beta captions #virgin humiliation #pathetic loser #loser humiliation #virgin loser

[themagicbrew]

Everyone meet Cameo the Defect!

(minor warning! gross alien drawing in the bio) (also super sorry about like- any shitty grammar or spelling mistakes. I'm very sleep deprived)

Chosen Name: Cameo ('Deadname' Defect)

Age: Uknown

Gender: Male

sexuality: Homosexual

Current occupation: Founder of the hidden city, Head of "the council", inventor, (formerly) kraang rebel

personality summary: Cameo is an eccentric but self-centred kraang. What he lacks in raw strength, he makes up for in sheer intelligence. He has the most innovative but dangerous mind amongst all the kraang. He is known to be highly manipulative, often nudging others in the wrong direction- for his own selfish gain. He's petty, vain, cruel, the list could go on.

Pre-rebellion

The kraang reproduce through various methods, making them a highly invasive species once fully settled onto a planet. The Biomass that often clings to and terraforms its surrounding environment- is capable of forming "egg sacks", if given the right conditions.

This is a common form of asexual reproduction (aside from thee brood mother) that the kraang practice.

When a baby krang bursts from its sack- the newborn's flesh remains tender & pale, before eventually shifting (x).

However, when Cameo emerged, his flesh- never matured, even as he grew.

During a kraang's "rookie stage" (their races equivalent to adolescence years) They will experience many physical & behavioural changes, but one specific change the kraang look out for, is their "mutations".

the "mutations" are essentially a kraang's special abilities.

to shifting parts of their anatomy or creating a biomass- these abilities are a signal towards higher ranking kraang that their young is ready for more intensive training. if a rookie shows no signs of mutating, they will be killed off.

Cameo was lucky to avoid this brutal fate despite his defects.

Even back then, he was beyond intelligent and took an interest in forging weaponry. Somehow, this talent of his- saved him from certain death. Yet it didn't save him from the kraangs cruelty. The risk of death still loomed over him.

Throughout his entire life, Cameo would be abused- even after proving that he was useful, he would still be subjected to an onslaught of neverending abuse.

His method of survival was manipulation. If Cameo couldn't fight his way out of a situation like most kraang did, then Cameo would 'talk' his way out of it.

needless to say, Cameo grew to hate his fellow kraang. he had no sense of comradery and wouldn't hesitate to backstab them. There was only one person he could look out for.... himself.

Cameo is genuinely confident in his skills. no amount of abuse could ever change the defects mind- he was the best.

Portals, technodromes, Battle mechs, weaponry, etc

his inventions- his work- would be used in conquest. Cameo had been playing a major part in the empire for centuries. However, the kraang were foolish and could not see it- to them, Cameo was just a disposable defect first and an amazing inventor second.

Utrom's betrayal/rebellion

Cameo knew Utrom back in his rookie days. He was cruel and callous but had a strong sense of comradery, just like any other kraang he knew. Utrom however, was his main tormentor during his early days.

so Cameo was genuinely surprised to hear word of his betrayal. The defect never thought Utrom had it in him. Treachery was something unheard of within their empire.

In Typical Cameo fashion, he saw Utrom's betrayal as a window of opportunity. Thus, aided the traitor with his rebellion (coming in with an agenda of his own)

Cameo is the true creator of the Key.

He had 'helped' The mystic warriors & Utrom conjure up the plan if they were to lose the battle- however little did they know, Cameo had plans on using the Key regardless of the outcome. Cameo always had a knack for pulling strings... planting idea's into people's heads..

Cameo KNEW that the battle would be one-sided, even with his aid. He designed the key in a very special way that would allow the defect to mull over his options, preparing himself for nearly any outcome.

He hated the kraang but he knew- more than any other being in the galaxy, how they think and how they function. he knew that when the key was unleashed, that the sealed kraang would tear each other apart- desperate to snuff out any other rebels sealed alongside them.

What Cameo didn't consider, were the few remaining rebels lucky enough to avoid getting sealed away. Utrom- being one of them. (much to Cameo's disdain)

This didn't deter him. He knew how to roll with the punches. To cameo, it was simply the start of a new chapter.

post rebellion

Cameo adjusted to life on earth easier than any other kraang rebel. Humans were far easier to manipulate. He had power over them and it felt great.

He took pleasure in sparking discourse amongst them, even causing full-on wars. All he had to do- was to give them a simple nudge. perhaps gifting them kraang armour, or something "mystical", whatever it may be but something was missing

The Kraang rebels had indirectly affected Earth in many ways- some more drastic than others. Cameo would spend his time studying these changes. Sometimes intentionally playing a part in it. The planet itself already had strange properties- but when exposed to empyrean- only seemed to amplify the planet's properties.

now "empyrean", is the essences of kraang. their tech and bodies have empyrean within it. It is what they used to terraform planets to their liking.

If a creature is exposed to pure empyrean the results are unpredictable. This was how the Yokai emerged. To Cameo- the yokai were guideless creatures with no sense of direction, hiding away in fear of people. what He saw, was an opportunity.

Cameo offered the yokai a safe haven, A place hidden from humanity where they can 'truly' express themselves as long they stuck to his rules. for the next couple of centuries, he'd retain control over the yokai- creating a false identity called "the council of heads", allowing the people of the hidden city to live a lie.

present day

Cameo had been around for centuries and had met plenty of yokai like Baron. they were always a means to an end, a minor misstep along the way but for a brief moment, Cameo underestimated his opponent- eventually leading to the mass mutant that plagued NYC.

what he didn't suspect, were the turtles. ever since those ragtag teenagers accidentally unleashed Baron's Oozesquitoes to NYC, Cameo had been watching them from the shadows. He studied them and their ties to Baron, finding their misadventures quite amusing.

Along the way, He eventually hired Hugin & Munin due to their previous ties to Baron (also because he couldn't resist how pathetic they were). Now- Cameo debates on making his move. if the turtles can handle a kraang invasion, who knows what else they could handle. The defect is excited to find out.

Triva

Current voice claim is Jacob Tobia (their role as Double trouble)

Cameo's defects affect him in many ways. Back in the empire, he would wear special gear to protect himself both in and out of his mech suit but nowadays?? he has a special skincare routine to keep himself protected

Cameo still continues to make Kraang weaponry. it's his way of passing the time and relaxing. He prefers doing it when cloaked however since thumbs can come in handy

He dotes on Hugin and Munin, spoiling them like two purse dogs- in return, the Duo follow his very command.

Cameo and Big Mama are good friends :) sometimes he'll call himself 'Lil' Papa' as an inside joke. they both openly joke/talk about backstabbing each other and wouldn't hold it against them if they did. Their friendship is unique to say the least

Baron does not know that Cameo is "the council of heads" nor does the general public know. Think of it as the Wizard of Oz situation.

He is also the inventor of cloaking brooches but- many yokai have taken it and improved upon his invention across the centuries.

While Cameo prefers to cloak, he isn't ashamed of his true form- and will even uncloak post-Rottmnt-movie. He is often mistaken for a yokai rather than a kraang.

#Cameo lore #Cameo #myart #kraang #rottmnt #krang #rottmntoc #oc #rise of the tmnt #rise!krang #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Baron mention #huginn and muninn #rottmnt huginn #rottmnt muninn #big mama mentioned #I AM SOOOOO FUCKING TIRED

[rogue--nation]

Uncommon Simon Ghost Riley (mostly for OG than Reboot) Headcanons that I find realistic.

1. Social Anxiety and Communication Issues. Simon finds it difficult to communicate with people outside his field of work, especially women. He doesn't have much experience with them and he is afraid to be perceived as a freak. However, women are usually afraid of him, sometimes curious, but keep away, feeling this sense of uneasiness, awkwardness around him. It is simply because he doesn't know how to be a so called normal person. Nothing about him is quite normal. Military has always been a significant part of his life, of him entirely. He doesn't know what to talk about or even finds civilian life boring. Every time he is on a shore leave he feels like an outsider among the locals. He keeps to himself to save himself from a conflict or an embarrassment. But if he gets comfortable enough around someone, he can be perceived as a very interesting and intelligent person. Simon usually gets rid of this anxiety by drinking. A little bit of alcohol percentage really makes him a normal person.

2. Soldier intuition and reflexes. It helps him a lot and sometimes... It causes trouble. Intuition sure saves his life in tricky situations and also this same intuition makes him read the signs wrong and cause a misunderstanding, a fight or a conflict, especially around civilians. Let's say, he casually activates his fight or flight response. Not always, of course, but there are some instances that make his life a lot harder than it has to be.

3. Adrenaline addiction. He is very paranoid. Always ready for a fight. Maybe even looking for it, looking for trouble. Civilian life indeed is boring for him for this lack of adrenaline release, so sometimes he intentionally escalates situation to let out some steam, despite being a very calm person by nature. (IDK maybe that's why he still lives in Manchester, there's always trouble).

4. PTSD. Yes, he suffers from it. Especially after Brazil and Rojas. He's been tortured psychologically, physically. Beaten up, raped, buried alive with a corpse. And he fucking survived. It didn't make him stronger, it broke him. It killed something that doesn't let him step away now. This very mission has branded him, cursed him to go on and never lay down his weapon. There's no way back from battlefield for him. He has nightmares, but tries to cope with them. Most of the time he is to tired to have a very emotional reaction to such dreams. And he wears himself down to have a dreamless sleep.

5. He knows a bit of Spanish and Portuguese. And he understands when locals speak these languages, he can read and easily communicate, but he prefers to not show off this skill too much, this is a tactical decision. The less enemy knows about you, the less they're expecting.

6. Detachment from him face. He almost forgot how he looks like in the mirror, he barely looks in it. When he thinks about his face, he mostly thinks about his mask. It's a part of him now, like an another layer of skin. The skull pattern on it is an echo from the masquerade paint he had on his face during Los Muertos. He metaphorically died back there in Brazil, died in the hands of his torturers. He is shell of a man he used to be. He is Ghost now. Phantasma.

When he has to take it off, especially in civilian environment, he feels naked, unsafe. Like if he is stripped of something that makes him who he is. It's almost an equivalent for a regular person to put on a mask and hide their face. The mask IS Simon's face.

7. Emotional spectre and control of them. He has a hard time processing and understanding his emotions sometimes. He reads anger well. Despair, too. They're common. But others, more complex states are a mystery to him. Cause-and-effect relationships of his own mind are troubling time to time. He well knows what can trigger him. And when Simon understands what's bothering him, he can develop means to control it.

The struggle to read himself, however, does not affect his ability to read others, especially the enemies. He can predict what they're about to do, how they're going to react.

On the outside, he tries not to show much, but his voice reveals his emotions in critical moments: the screams, the stutter, the growl.

8. Need for affection. Like any other human being he needs attention, care, words of affirmation. He lacks it in his life. Yeah, he is on a good terms with his team, he is stoic and self-contained, but deep inside he is needy. Physical touch, emotional connection, romantic love.. he aches for it. But his logical side clearly understands that he is impossible to love. He is a troubled man. Wrecked. No one would ever want him in their life. A burden. Loving someone like him is a death sentence. So, there's this emptiness within him.

His perfect match would be someone "normal", mature and understanding. By saying "understanding" I don't mean just being able to accept him as he is, but someone having a similar experience in life, someone, who knows how to cope with trauma. And this significant other shouldn't be a "crutch" for Simon, because in my opinion such relationship wouldn't last long. It's not about fixing him, but about showing him that things can be different if he finds other means to cope with his demons than just restlessly fighting. He has to make a choice: to keep himself in that vicious bloody cycle or finally step up and take another challenge. I don't think he can actually change, but he definitely can make it work if someone believes in him.

Yes, he can hire a prostitute and let out some tension, but he will feel terrible afterwards. If, of course, he will actually be able to get intimate at all, by setting aside all the anxiety, fear and hate he has for himself . It's easier to take care of himself on his own.

Talking about sexuality. As I mentioned, he is not very experienced and he gets intimate rarely, so at first he doesn't last long at all. He can be a bit awkward, but he is never rough, since he has enough violence in his life and for him the act of making love is about tenderness. He would never want to harm or hurt his partner in any way. He is usually quiet in bed, but can be very audible from time to time when he simply cannot control himself.

#simon ghost riley #headcanons #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare reboot #Please note #this is just my opinion #don't take it personally. #“uncommon” because I've never personally seen anything like this mentioned in headcanons I've seen here #I might be wrong #throw rocks at me

[aemondsbeloved]

The Cost of Duty

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x reader

request/summary: You have been betrothed to marry Prince Aemond since you were a child yet you find yourself drawn to his older brother Prince Aegon. Over the years, you find yourself in love with the brother of your betrothed, but are bound by duty to not abandon your betrothal even if it results in the loss of the only one you have ever loved.

warnings/notes: turns out I just love writing Aegon angst, but no major warnings besides angst, might make this into a mini series because I have IDEAS

word count: 1.1k

Duty had always come easy to you. It was like it was your second nature, really. It was the one thing that you had in common with your betrothed Prince Aemond. He understood his duty as you did your own. You remember your mother crouching down to your level when you were a young girl as she told you that you did not need to love your husband, you needed to do your duty to him. She had said that love would come in time, but duty was how the hearth was kept and love alone would never keep an institution such as marriage between two great houses alive.

Duty had always been enough for you and you had never thought to abandon your duty. From the day you were engaged to Prince Aemond you saw it as your duty. Over time, it did not seem terrible to you. After all, Aemond was kind in his own way, intelligent, and dedicated. You did not have a doubt that he would be a good lord husband to you and the lack of love for him did not phase you.

As you grew older, you had come to see him as a friend, even. You enjoyed listening to him speak of the histories and he entertained your own interests. It was a shame, really, that as you grew with age, beginning to turn into a woman instead of a little girl that you did not love him. It was a great pity that the one you loathed being far from was your betrothed’s older brother, Aegon.

You remembered your mother’s words love will come in time. But what good was time, really, when you knew you had it already waiting at your feet. It had always been waiting at your feet with Prince Aegon from the moment you were children. The pair of you had not much in common with his lack of a sense of duty and that being your life’s dedication. In theory, you should have been perfect for Aemond, but there was something that connected you and Aegon that was unknown to you.

“I don’t wish to marry her,” He said as he laid down in the grass halfway between the Red Keep and the busy town of King’s Landing, his arms crossed underneath his head.

The sun had set already and dinner had long since passed. To his mother, his brother, to all others, he was thought to be in the street of silk at this moment. His depravity was not a secret to any and most had no care for it by now, but you were the only one to know it to be a falsehood.

You propped yourself up as you laid on your stomach besides him as you looked at him, with a quirked brow. “You have said this a thousand times,” You chided, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. “As many swords of his enemies your namesake has you have surely said this.”

“That does not make it untrue,” He said, with some stubbornity, turning his head to look at you, the frustration in his expression turning to melancholy. “You will be due to marry my dear brother come his nameday this year. Mother says a spring wedding would be most enchanting, I can almost hear your wedding bells.”

His tone was sardonic, a mask only you saw past. With a melancholic smile of your own you stared at him for a moment. You didn’t need to say a thing, truth be told. You had a similar conversation with Aegon too many times to count. Him saying he doesn’t want to marry Helaena and that he has nothing in common with her and you would tell him you did not love his brother but it was your duty to marry him and be a dutiful wife.

“We all have our roles to play, you know that. You always have. You just never really played yours.”

He chuckled without humor, turning his head away from you. You could only look at him, thinking of all you wanted and could not have. “I wonder if my brother knows he is the reason I drink so heavily,” He said after a moment, looking bitter. “How pleased he would be to know he is the reason behind all my agony, just because he will forever have what I will never obtain.”

What was it that he would never obtain? Your hand, your heart, your soul? “You have it already,” You whispered, reaching out and brushing his cheek, willing him to glance at you.

“I do not,” He retorted, looking at you with the bitterness that forever contorted his features when his brother was on his mind. “You will marry him, carry his babe and fall in love for him before long. And I will watch.”

A wordless whimper, or maybe just a sound of grief was heard behind your lips. “But Aegon, you know—”

He fully sat up, cutting you off as he sounded more irritated than he usually was with you. “That it is only your duty?” He scoffed, “Gods, it is every lady’s duty and many of them fall in love with their lord husbands. You can sit, pretend that you will love me when I know that you will fall for him.”

You were sitting up now too, though your movements had been slow, careful and not harsh and rapid like Aegon’s. “I do not know what to say to you to make this better, other than that I love you,” Your voice was a weak whisper, a plea that was not heard.

Aegon pushed himself off the ground, the grassy hill and you too forgotten as he stormed up to the Red Keep. He did not listen as you called his name, far too much desperation on your part. And still, he did not turn back and go to you. He disappeared over the hill, out of your grasp.

You felt weak, sitting on the grassy hill rather than the peace you usually felt all those times Aegon would sit with you there. Subconsciously you could feel the hot tears that ran down your cheeks, feeling too fragile to wipe them away at this moment. You could only sit there, wallowing in some bitter despair as you called the time that Aegon had urged you to marry him and not his brother on this very hill. You had been only sixteen years at the time with duty as your only goal in life.

“I could not marry you, Aegon,” You recalled saying, sounding a little aghast. “That would dishonor my family and yours. I could never do that to Prince Aemond.”

Aegon had been crestfallen and never asked you again, knowing that duty came first. But now as you sat on that very same hill after Aegon had stormed away from you, you could only wonder if duty was worth the heavy cost of losing him.

#aegon ii x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #hotd x reader #aegon angst #hotd angst #aegon imagine

[cripplecharacters]

hi! long ask up next.

I'm not sure if this is the right blog for this question, i'm really sorry if it's not. I'm part of a theatre class/group that is putting on Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream. The teacher has a very specific vision in mind that i generally vibe with. However, she's asking me to play a character in a way that might be offensive. I play two characters, one of them is Snug. There's a play within the play that an incompetent artisan theatre troupe is putting on, which snug is a part of. In our version, snug is meant to have a speech impediment (the teacher hasnt given me more specific directions on how to talk). I did a bit of research and decided that my version of snug has dysarthria (no dysphasia or aphasia) from a degenerative disease that he inherited from his dad. Im trying to play him as having distorsion and omission type articulation errors, in the initial and medial positions respectively, but it's been very hard for me to consistently play him like that becuase i dont have his disability. The only correction the teacher has given me so far is to speak slower so my dialogue is more comprehensible.

Now, i shouldn't have, but i did watch some scenes on youtube with snug in them. And none of the versions i saw give him a speech sound disorder, from what i could tell. What most versions do have in common though, is that the artisans who are putting on the play are, for lack of a better term, meant to be "dumb". Snug specifically has a line which i didn't realize was supposed to be a dig at his own intelligence until i saw a clip. The line is:

Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

In the video i saw, the actor paused briefly after saying "slow", for emphasis:

for I am slow... of study.

I'm autistic and i know what it's like for people to assume i'm "slow" because of how i talk, and i don't want to promote those stereotypical views.

What makes this whole conundrum more complicated for me is that our version is going to be (sort of?) a musical. And my teacher is adamant on me rapping an eminem song. I thought this would be fun but thinking about it more carefully i worry that the joke might be that snug is faking his disability for some reason, and that he can actually speak "normally".

sorry if some of this isnt clear, english is not my first language.

Anon S

Hello! I wanted to address this ask as a former actor and current student studying speech language pathology as well as someone with an articulation disorder.

You can give a backstory in your head as detailed as you want - and as an actor this is a good thing, and something you should do with every role no matter how complicated or simple - but the unfortunate truth is most audience members are not going to interpret it exactly the same way without the same context. You may be thinking of portraying a mixed dysarthria (and there are many types of dysarthria, from spastic to flaccid to ataxic, to mixed that will all have difference in sound quality, articulation, and rate) but unless it's written somewhere the audience, who is just noticing a slow rate and articulation errors, and who may not even be aware of what dysarthria is, may think your character has some dialect or strange difference they don't recognize.

From my knowledge of the play, the Rude Mechanicals are meant to be laughed at and this falls into the idea that people with certain speech patterns or disorders are funny or silly or even, yes, stupider than others. However, there's not much you can do about this if your director is insistent other than refuse to treat your character as a joke. I would feel better about a character with consistent errors and whose disability was thought through than one who wasn't, even with a character like a Rude Mechanical.

As for a disability disappearing during a rap, for something like stuttering that would make sense but not for an articulation disorder and certainly not for dysarthria, which causes a slower rate normally and can cause articulation issues due to coordination of the parts used to speak (not only the mouth but also the soft and hard palates and the lungs, for example). I would talk to your director about what the point of the rap is - is it to be funny? is it to show another side of him? why does this character need a speech disorder? why does this character need to rap, and why does the speech disorder need to be dropped during the rap?

If you can talk with your director and figure out what the vision is for some honestly bizarre choices it may help you figure out if you're on the right track (and if dysarthria is the right choice for a disorder for your character, as well). As always, if anyone has advice or input please feel free to add it!

#theatre #anonymous #mod bert #speech disability representation

[aspoonofsugar]

Hi Sugar!

I was reading your analysis of the five couples you see as endgame (this one here) and I really enjoyed it! But I was wondering; how do you think that Pyrrha plays a role in Jaune and Weiss's relationship? Is it something like Cinder or something unique, or maybe nothing at all?

Hi,

thank you so much for this ask! I really really love White Knight, so asks on its structure and thematic meaning are welcome!

So, Pyrrha is 100% important, as it is Ruby. They both are key for Weiss and Jaune's relationship. Of course, I am headcanoning WK is gonna be endgame. However, even if this isn't the case, I think many of the things below will still hold true in a platonic sense :)

TRIANGLES

Let's consider these two scenes:

What do they have in common?

They focus on Weiss and Jaune

They involve a dynamic among three characters

They deal with the choice of a partner

Both Jaune and Weiss have a specific partner in mind. Jaune wants Weiss, while Weiss wants Pyrrha. However, the end results are different from what they expect. Weiss finds Ruby, while Jaune is chosen by Pyrrha.

Why is that so? It is a case of want vs need. Here is an extract from the above linked meta:

By this point Weiss and Jaune are pursuing a superficial dream of heroes and monsters. They figure their most perfected selves beside the "right" patner.

On the one hand Weiss wants Pyrrha to be the "knight" to her "princess":

Weiss: This will be perfect! The smartest girl in class combined with the strongest girl in class! Together we will be unstoppable!

She wants someone strong (body) that complements her intelligence (mind). She thinks that in this way she can't fail.

On the other hand Jaune wants Weiss to be the "princess" to his "knight":

Jaune: Don't worry! No need to be embarrassed! So, been hearing rumors about teams! I was thinking you and me would make a good one! What do you say?

He wants someone who is beautiful and looks frail, so he can protect her. He thinks in this way he can appear strong.

Both are wrong obviously. This is why they end up with respectively Ruby and Pyrrha as partners.

Weiss needs to realize what complements mind is not body, but heart. This is why she is paired with Ruby, who lacks physical strength, but has more than enough heart to guide Weiss. Throughout the initiation, Weiss herself has to act as a Knight by saving Ruby from the Nevermore. And later on, she needs to follow Ruby's plan (so Ruby's mind) to take down the Grimm and pass the trial.

Jaune needs to realize a real knight is not physically strong, but is wise (mind) and brave (heart). This is why he ends up with Pyrrha, who is both and challenges him in two different ways. She doesn't fit feminine stereotypes and sees Jaune's value not in his superficial traits, but rather in his willingness to help. Throughout the initiation, Jaune shows this by staying behind to lead others into kiling the Grimm.

In short, Jaune wants Weiss, but needs Pyrrha, while Weiss wants Pyrrha, but needs Ruby. Let's make two considerations:

1- WK is built on "triangles". A triangle is a trope where one character wants another, but this other wants a third person, who is instead interested in the first. This is obvious in Weiss, Jaune and Pyrrha's dynamic. Weiss wants Pyrrha, who wants Jaune, who wants Weiss. The song Dream Come True strengthens this idea, as Pyrrha sings to Jaune, while throwing shades at Weiss.

Obviously, the triangle is quickly solved. Weiss warms up to Ruby as her partner and Jaune gives up on Weiss and falls for Pyrrha.

Still, this early setting is important. As a matter of fact RWBY plays with romantic archetypes in its ships. Two examples:

Renora deconstructs and reconstructs the childhood friend to lover trope. Usually, there is a character, who falls first and supports the other, until their love is reciprocated. Here, though, Nora eventually realizes that to stay with Ren, she needs to grow as her own person. Both partners need to change, so that their dynamic can transform.

Bumbleby uses a harem to explore Blake's developing interiority and animus. Each one of Blake's love interests tie into her sexuality, inner maturity and fairy tale symbolism. By going through Blake's "harem", we get many different relationships that help Blake explore herself, until she is ready for Yang.

In short, RWBY gets inspiration from love tropes, but it makes them thematic. The same can be said about WK and triangles. The point isn't that W,J and P or W, J and R are in romantic triangles, but rather that these characters make 2 thematic trios. In other words, Pyrrha and Ruby foil Weiss and Jaune and are both important for their relationship. Similarly, Weiss and Jaune's bond is key for their respective dynamics with Ruby and Pyrrha.

2- Weiss and Jaune's want vs need struggle applies to more than just the choice of a partner. It actually defines their whole arcs.

Weiss wants to honor her family legacy, but needs to define herself outside the Schnees. Jaune wants to be a strong hero, but needs to love himself for who he is. That said, Weiss and Jaune will both realize their early want. Weiss is gonna define a new legacy for the Schnee Family. It is just that the SDC is no more a part of it. Jaune is gonna bloom into a hero. It is just that true heroes are not always the strongest. Both are getting their want, but in an unforeseen way.

The same holds true for their preferred partners. Weiss is getting Pyrrha (yes, really) and Jaune is getting Weiss. Confused? No worries, it will all be clear in a minute ;) For now, let's analyze both Whiterose and Arkos and what they mean for White Knight.

WHITEROSE - HUNTRESSES

Weiss and Ruby are each other's "hunting" partners. They fight side by side to save lives and pursue the same dream of becoming Huntresses. This is the thematic heart of their relationship, which is mirrored in their intertwined allusions. As a matter of fact there is a Hunter in both Snowhite and Little Red Riding Hood.

On the one hand Snowhite's Hunter is weak. He wants to help Snowhite, but all he can do is not to kill the princess and to leave her alone in the woods. On the other hand Little Red Riding Hood's Hunter is the hero of the fairy tale. He kills the wolf and saves the protagonist and her grandmother. What does it mean for Whiterose?

It ties in how Ruby inspires Weiss. Let's consider this scene:

Ruby: Weiss! Go for its belly! There's no armor underneath...

In the fairy tale, the Hunter kills a boar to help Snowhite. It is his one good deed. Similarly, Weiss kills a Boarbatusk with Ruby's help to act as a true Huntress. This is why the Grimm later on becomes an avatar symbolic of Weiss's Huntress side:

Port after Weiss kills the Boarbatusk: Bravo! Bra-vo! It appears we are indeed in the presence of a true Huntress-in-training!

Weiss in the aftermath of the party where she summons the Boarbatusk for the first time: The Schnee family legacy isn't yours to leave. It's mine, and I'll do it as a Huntress.

The metaphor is clear. Ruby (LRRH's Hunter) inspires Weiss (SW's Hunter) to grow into a hero. She leads Weiss towards a better version of herself:

Weiss: Just know that I am going to be the best teammate you'll ever have!

This is the perfect set-up for Weiss to eventually inspire Ruby back. For her to become the Huntress who saves Little Red Riding Hood:

Weiss: I don’t know who you think you are, but let me tell you who I am: I am the granddaughter of a hero and a child of a villain. I am a citizen of a fallen Kingdom and an heir to nothing. I will not be defined by my name because I will be the one to define it. I am Weiss Schnee, and I am a Huntress!

Past Ruby: So, are you a Huntress? Like the ones you read about in books? Ruby: I… I don’t know…

Volume 9 offers Weiss a perfect chance. Ruby is lost and is eventually eaten by two Big Bad Wolves (Neo and the Curious Cat). However, Weiss fails:

Ruby: Don’t worry. We’ll find a way outta here and we’ll go back home. Weiss? Weiss: It's… It’s all gone… There’s nothing left for me to go back to… Just like Beacon… Ruby: You did the best you could for Atlas, Weiss. Weiss: But it wasn't enough! We hatched a crazy plan that put a whole kingdom at risk, and we don't even know if we saved the Relics from… Maybe… Jaune and Winter were able to get them out, despite… everything… despite us…

Several times Ruby notices Weiss's pain and tries to comfort her. Several times Ruby is similarly struggling, but Weiss can't support her. Weiss herself explains why:

Weiss: Maybe she didn’t feel like she could… Ruby has always been the one to get us through the hard times. We say things like “We believe in you”, “We can count on you”. I know we mean well, but…

Weiss idealizes Ruby too much and downgrades herself. She thinks Ruby can lead them all, but Weiss has actually grown enough to guide others too. She shows it by helping Jaune:

Weiss: I think you’re asking too much of yourself. We’ve been telling ourselves that failing means we’re no good. But I can guarantee even the best Huntsmen in history… they’ve all lost. But they were still incredibly brave… and good.

Weiss's speech here is an inversion of her initial dialogue with Ruby. There she feels her best is not enough and she drowns in self-hate. Here, she realizes that even if she and her friends lose, they are still good people.

It is a game of mirrors. She fails to see Ruby because she can't help herself. She sees Jaune and saves herself by helping him.

In short, Weiss fails with Ruby, but succeeds with Jaune. I think this is key for Weiss, Ruby and Jaune's dynamic.

At Beacon, Weiss is too immature for Pyrrha and doesn't see Jaune as a romantic partner. She needs Ruby to grow as a person.

In the Ever After, Weiss depends on Ruby too much and needs Jaune (who is Pyrrha's legacy) to develop.

So, she grows with Ruby until she and Jaune are ready for each other. Now, her bond with Jaune is helping her to bloom in the friend Ruby needs. It is a virtuous cycle where both Ruby and Jaune help Weiss mature, so that she can be the best partner ever. Platonic for Ruby and romantic for Jaune (imo).

If this turns out true, then Weiss's Nevermore might be tied to both Ruby and Jaune (other than to her team and family).

It is already strongly associated with Ruby, as team RWBY killed the Grimm together. Moreover, Weiss first tries to summon it to save her partner:

Later on, she materializes its wings while fighting with her team minus Ruby:

And eventually conjures the whole thing, as Ruby comes back:

It is possible the Nevetrmore will be linked to Jaune, as well. After all, he is the one who calls Weiss "Snow Angel". The Grimm is meant to show that Weiss can indeed be an angel to others:

Ruby and Jaune are equally important for Weiss. She needs Ruby to end up with Jaune and she needs Jaune to be the Huntress Ruby deserves. At the same time, Ruby and Jaune represent two sides of Pyrrha, the partner Weiss initially wants.

I usually don't use spinoffs, but I think Ice Queendom makes it pretty clear:

Weiss looks at Pyrrha in awe, but the ones she needs are Ruby and Jaune.

Ruby is a paragon, just like Pyrrha. She has both mind and heart, like our Achilles. The main difference is that Ruby is younger, so she lacks experience and fighting prowess. Weiss needs Ruby for 2 reasons:

She needs to reconcile with her inner-child that has been suppressed by Jacques's abuse:

Weiss: I always wanted bunk beds as a kid.

She needs to see what's important is the heart (Ruby's idealism) and not the body (Pyrrha's fighting skills).

What about Jaune? In which way is he Weiss's Pyrrha? Let's discover it.

ARKOS - ANIMA

Pyrrha is Jaune's partner and his love interest. She is also the key character of Jaune's story, as his allusion makes clear. Jeanne d'Arc is a maid whose actions are inspired by God. Similarly, Jaune is a knight able to perform miracles:

Whose hands and resolve are guided by his Goddess:

Jaune: No. I don't think I'm healing her. Our Aura heals our bodies. It feels… it feels more like I'm using my Aura to amplify hers! Nora: Wait, aren't you worried about running out? Jaune: Pyrrha once told me I've got a lot of it. I still believe her.

Pyrrha is Jaune's deity and inspiration:

Pyrrha: For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee.

So, Jaune's arc is about:

becoming like Pyrrha

overcoming Pyrrha's death

Still, how can Jaune become like Pyrrha, while leaving her behind? Aren't these 2 objectives contradictory? Only superficially. What Jaune must do is to integrate with his anima. In Jungian Psychology, the anima is the feminine part of a man. It is a side, which is often suppressed, but that needs to come to light for the man to truly mature into a balanced person. A person, who can have positive and healthy romantic relationships.

This is the crux of Jaune's character. He is inspired by Jeanne because she is both maid and knight. Similarly, Jaune must transform into a knight, who is also a maiden. A hero who overcomes his toxic masculinity by accepting his feminine parts. The only way for him to succeed is to integrate with his anima, who is represented by Pyrrha. From the first meta linked:

Jaune's journey through the anima is well conveyed through 4 stages, which stand for archetypical female figures. Each one represents a different level of maturity:

Eve is the mother - The boy has no romantic attachment and sees the woman as a source of protection and nourishment

Helen is the seductress - The boy feels romantic attraction and sees the woman as a talented individual, but pays no attention to her spiritual or inner life

Mary is the virgin - The boy feels mature love and sees the woman as a paragon of virtue, but pays no attention to her negative traits

Sophia is wisdom - The boy is ready for a relationship with a woman as an equal partner and sees the feminine as a source of wisdom with no need to objectify the woman anymore

These phases describe Jaune's general approach to women and how it changes. He arrives at Beacon looking for a girlfriend because that is what a man should do, which in itself is a very childish behavior. Then he grows to see the girls around him as powerful individuals, but he can't go behind the surface. This is true for Weiss, but also for Pyrrha, whose struggles he ignores. After her death, Pyrrha becomes an ideal, but she isn't the only one. For example, Jaune believes Weiss and Ruby can save Pyrrha from Cinder and later on he keeps idealizing them. In volume 9, he learns to let go of his idealization and to see others as their own people. He is stepping into Sophia (wisdom).

Pyrrha is Jaune's anima in the sense she represents the feminine side Jaune needs to acquire. At the same time, the way Jaune's relationship with Pyrrha changes highlights the boy's maturation:

Eve > Jaune is nurtered and protected by Pyrrha to the point he even compares her to his mother:

Jaune: Bring it on, Ice Queen! I'll have you know that I have been told that I am a natural born leader! Weiss: By who? Your mother? Jaune: A-and Pyrrha! Pyrrha: Hello again!

He feels no attraction towards her.

Hellen > Jaune grows attracted to Pyrrha, but struggles to understand her interiority. For example, he is unable to see her feelings for him or to fully grasp her inner conflict about the Maiden powers:

Pyrrha: I don't know if I can do it. Jaune: Of course you can. The Pyrrha Nikos I know would never back down from a challenge. And if you really believe it's your destiny to save the world… you can't let anything stand in your way. Despite Jaune's intentions, this doesn't bring relief. Instead, Pyrrha looks absolutely shattered, covering her mouth as she begins to sob.

Mary > Jaune idealizes Pyrrha and sees her as a paragon of heroism and virtue. He tries to emulate her and to become a hero like her:

Jaune: I think… I think she knew she wasn't going to win. That she might not come out alive. But… she also knew she was the only one that could try. Ren: So she did. Nora: Maybe we should too. Jaune: Yeah, we should.

This idealization is heartwarming, but it's what's keeping Jaune stuck. He can never overcome Pyrrha's death if he transforms her into an idol. Not only that, but it is something Pyrrha herself would not have wanted:

Pyrrha: I've been blessed with incredible talents and opportunities. I'm constantly surrounded by love and praise, but when you're placed on a pedestal like that for so long, you become separated from the people that put you there in the first place. Everyone assumes I'm too good for them. That I'm on a level they simply can't attain. It's become impossible to form any sort of meaningful relationship with people. That's what I like about you. When we met, you didn't even know my name. You treated me just like anyone else. And thanks to you, I've made friendships that will last a lifetime. I guess, you're the kind of guy I wish I was here with. Someone who just saw me for me.

Pyrrha is drawn to Jaune because he is the only one who does not put her on a pedestal. However, after her death, this is what our Knight does to an extent. So, a good resolutioin would be for Jaune to see Pyrrha for who she is. A brave girl Jaune loves and who dies too soon. This is the only way Jaune can forgive both Pyrrha and himself. This is where Weiss (Sophia or Wisdom) steps in:

Curious Cat: I am talking about you, Wise Huntress.

Let's compare these 2 scenes:

Both have Jaune struggling with grief and self-hate. In the first one, he has just lashed out at Oscar out of anger for Pyrrha's death. In the second one, he has just lashed out at Ruby out of anger for the paper pleasers ascending. Both times, he is doubting himself. Both times, a woman comes and reassures him. The first time, Pyrrha's mother/ghost/vision encourages him to keep going. The second time, Weiss encourages him to let go. Both scenes end with a family like re-union (team JNR and team RWBY).

Not to count there are mystical leaves flying around:

Someone coming back in an unexpected form:

And a giant stone:

Both situations emphasize that even the best heroes fail. Still, they give this lesson a different spin. Pyrrha teaches Jaune the importance of going on despite the risk of failure. Weiss teaches Jaune the necessity of forgiving one-self for failure. Pyrrha acts as Mary and guides Jaune towards an ideal. Weiss acts as Sophia and leads Jaune towards his real self.

The final stage of the anima is about seeing one-self and the other clearly, both strengths and weaknesses. The romantic partner stops being objectified and is simply accepted as their own person. So, Jaune's final step towards self-actualization will be to let go of Pyrrha's idealized memory and to embrace Weiss, for whom she really is. This conclusion would be perfect for his bond with both girls:

Jaune would overcome Pyrrha's death by stopping his idealization of her. He would put Pyrrha down from her pedestal and love the girl in all her beauty and contradictions. He would finally be able to understand her fully, which is what he fails to do at Beacon.

Jaune would love Weiss for her true self, instead than her superficial beauty. He would appreciate the girl because she shares some of Pyrrha's best qualities, like her bravery and her heart, which is that of a Huntress. He would accept some of Weiss's most masculine traits, that he initially ignores.

In other words:

Jaune needs to mature by Pyrrha's side to be ready for Weiss

Jaune needs Weiss's help to face the memory of Pyrrha properly

As a matter of fact only by seeing Pyrrha clearly, Jaune can fully integrate with her, which means he can fully bloom into a hero like Pyrrha. Not only that, but he can succeed, where Pyrrha fails. What are Pyrrha's 2 objectives?

Pyrrha: I've always felt as though I was destined to become a Huntress - to protect the world

Nothing, even death Could separate our souls 'Cause you're my final goal

Pyrrha's 2 destinies are to be a hero and to be in love. She fulfills them both tragically. Jaune will fulfill them both in a more positive way.

He is guiding Cinder towards her destiny, by conveying the meaning of Pyrrha's words (heroism)

He is getting his happily ever after with Weiss (love)

In other words, Jaune is fulfilling Pyrrha's legacy thanks to Weiss and is ending up with Weiss thanks to Pyrrha.

THE BEAUTY OF WHITE KNIGHT

Let's summarize Weiss and Jaune's arcs.

Weiss's story is about overcoming her father's abuse. This starts with her affirming who she is outside her surname, goes on with her healing her family and it ends with a new legacy and a new romantic interest. The Schnee name is dirtied when Willow is caught in an abusive relationship with Jacques. Their marriage twists Weiss's perception of romantic relationships:

Weiss: All my life, boys have only cared about the perks of my last name.

So, it would be the cherry on top of Weiss's arc for her family to be reborn together with a new love. A bond with someone who genuinelly likes Weiss:

Jaune: It's Weiss. I'm completely head-over-heels for her, and she won't even give me a chance. She's cold, but she's also incredible. She's smart, and graceful, and talented. I mean, have you heard her sing? I-I just wish she's take me seriously, y'know? I wish I could tell her how I feel without messing it all up.

Jaune's story is about loving himself for who he is, as a whole. Strength and weakness. Masculine and feminine traits alike. The path to do so is to integrate with Pyrrha and become the hero she was. At the same time, he needs to work through his grief over Pyrrha's death. Both goals can be celebrated with the beginning of a fresh relationship. A bond with someone Jaune has always admired. That would be Pyrrha's final gift to him:

Pyrrha: Then do it. Tell her exactly what you said. No ridiculous schemes, no pick-up lines. Just… be honest. You can't get it wrong if it's the truth.

This is why I personally don't believe either Weiss or Jaune ending up single fits their stories. Weiss deserves a romantic partner who loves her, so she can write a story different from her parents'. Jaune needs a new relationship to give both himself and Pyrrha closure.

In conclusion, I personally think both Whiterose and Arkos are intertwined with White Knight.

Arkos especially is a part of White Knight. White Knight would not be possible without Arkos. At the same time, Arkos would lack a powerful catharsis without White Knight. They are 2 bonds that are bound to grow and develop thanks to each other.

Thank you for the ask! I hope my rambling made sense :)

#rwby #white knight #weiss schnee #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #asksfullofsugar #milliethekitty27 #rwby theory #rwby meta #i may be wrong of course #but here is why i fully support this ship #and in any case their relationship should get some focus :) #either romantically or platonically #it is intertwined with other important relationships after all #my meta

[probablyasocialecologist]

AI can turn some impressive party tricks, but it's unsuited for solving serious problems in the real world. This is true of predictive AI, whose correlations are data-driven conspiracy theories, and of large language models like ChatGPT, whose plausible waffle is always trying to pull free of the facts. The real issue is not only that AI doesn't work as advertised, but the impact it will have before this becomes painfully obvious to everyone. AI is being used as form of 'shock doctrine', where the sense of urgency generated by an allegedly world-transforming technology is used as an opportunity to transform social systems without democratic debate. Faced with social structures whose foundations have been eaten away by decades of privatisation and austerity, the political response is to pump money into 'frontier AI' while hyping it up as the most awe-inspiring technology since the Manhattan Project. The Prime Minister says he will "harness the incredible potential of AI to transform our hospitals and schools" while ignoring leaking roofs in the NHS and the literally collapsing ceilings in local schools. This focus on the immaterial fantasies of AI is a deliberate diversion. When large language models are touted as passing basic medical exams, it's because they've absorbed answers from across the internet. They are incapable of the embodied understanding and common sense that underpin medicine, education or any other form of care. One thing that these models definitely do, though, is transfer control to large corporations. The amount of computing power and data required is so incomprehensibly vast that very few companies in the world have the wherewithal to train them. To promote large language models anywhere is privatisation by the back door. The evidence so far suggests that this will be accompanied by extensive job losses, as employers take AI's shoddy emulation of real tasks as an excuse to trim their workforce. The goal isn't to "support" teachers and healthcare workers but to plug the gaps with AI instead of with the desperately needed staff and resources. Real AI isn't sci-fi but the precaritisation of jobs, the continued privatisation of everything and the erasure of actual social relations. AI is Thatcherism in computational form. Like Thatcher herself, real world AI boosts bureaucratic cruelty towards the most vulnerable. Case after case, from Australia to the Netherlands, has proven that unleashing machine learning in welfare systems amplifies injustice and the punishment of the poor. AI doesn't provide insights as it's just a giant statistical guessing game. What it does do is amplify thoughtlessness, a lack of care, and a distancing from actual consequences. The logics of ranking and superiority are buried deep in the make up of artificial intelligence; married to populist politics, it becomes another vector for deciding who is disposable.

#ai #artificial intelligence #neoliberalism #big tech #big data

[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Gravity Falls Headcanon: Feral Ford

Okay, so...I like this idea because there is some sense to it.

Ford had been traversing different dimensions for 30 years. I have very little doubt that he has picked up at least a few odd quirks depending how long he spent in a specific dimension.

One that I did have in mind was that he pretty much gained an iron stomach of sorts, or is unbothered to eat strange looking foods, what with him likely eating strange (otherworldly) foods in order to survive.

The main quirk I want to talk about is him gaining some animalistic behavior along the way. Regardless of what you believe in (coming from a non-denominational Christian), humans are animals. What separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom is our higher mental capacity and emotional intelligence.

Despite this, humans are capable of delving into a primitive mindset if given the right circumstances and there are alleged cases of this, usually in the form of feral children, but I digress.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

And Ford did what he had to do to survive. Seriously, what was his first year in the multiverse like? When he got sucked in, he was on the verge of insanity and likely suffered from sleep deprivation due to Bill's influence. What was the first dimension like and how did he survive it?

Regardless for now, what if Ford spent a long time on a planet lacking lifeforms of emotional intelligence, which resulted in him adopting behaviors from the animals on that planet. Not only that, but most of his senses are heightened to help him survive, maybe even garnering a sixth sense of sorts, mostly that of sensing danger seconds before it happens.

Once he is able to leave this planet, he slowly, but surely, regains most of his composure, but those instincts still remain and once he returns to his home dimension, those instincts are both a fascination to behold but also a worrisome perk depending on the situation.

He purrs when content/relaxed enough or having a peaceful sleep...the latter which is unfortunately not very common for the poor man (damn you, Bill). He can't handle a lot of smells and can actually pick up the smell of blood due to those heightened senses.

Possible PTSD aside, Ford usually has a handle on his more animalistic instincts. But all rational thought can be thrown out the window when he feels that he and/or his family was threatened to the highest he could handle. He'll sneer, snarl and growl, bare his teeth, and poise himself to either attack (either with a weapon or his own hands) or protect his family.

Like a wolf protecting his pups. His pack.

He's not exactly proud of this, finding it shameful for him to act in such a way in a civilized world, even though it was a means of survival and the others don't hold it against him.

Mabel especially loves his purring, finding it relaxing, and Dipper is fascinated by his heightened senses.

I have read multiple fics of Feral Ford on AO3 and they are a nice read. I'll make link posts to them when I have the time.

#stanford pines #ford pines #gravity falls #grunkle ford #gravity falls headcanons #feral ford

[cellarspider]

21/?? Tales from the Crypt

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We return to that movie that the crabs shall dance for when it is done, Prometheus.

This time, the movie decided it needed a zombie mutant in it for some reason. Content warning for half-hearted body horror and gore.

I’m sure maybe half of a person out there was wondering “Hey, what happened to Fifield the geologist?” Well, the crew certainly wasn’t wondering that. They’re quite surprised when his suit camera feed shows up right outside the ship. Janek says it “just popped up” but why the hell would it. Fifield didn’t turn it back on, that much is obvious. Did the plot flip the switch or something?

In any case, Fifield has taken up a new career since we last saw him. He is now a contortionist.

This confuses the nameless crew guy. This is a very weird way to announce your new hobby to your coworkers.

Seriously, like. This is just an extreme backbend. It was probably done with prosthetics since they needed a body for this guy later anyway, but there are people who can just do this. Look, here’s a woman named Anna McNulty, doing this exact pose. It’s way weirder-looking when the person’s in motion! Again: not scary, just weird!

Contortionists are a thing in horror movies and shows. The explanation given always boils down to “they look uncanny and inhuman when they pretzel themselves, thus they are scary.” That isn’t really the case.

It still takes acting ability to make contortionism scary. Combine that with unsettling effects and you can get something memorably spooky, even when the rest of the movie isn’t that great. Javier Botet’s performance in Mama (2013), for example, was enhanced by his own acting decisions, the costuming, CG, and also practical puppetry of his body so that he could be supported in positions that felt unnaturally weightless.

Even if you’re lacking good direction or acting skills, makeup can still put in a lot of work to get you something freaky. And this makeup is… not their best.

Not in terms of quality of workmanship, but in terms of the concept itself. The creature department made a whole bunch of draft sculpts that looked way more xeno-y. Those were rejected. Instead, he’s got a big lumpy head. He looks like he wandered out of The Hills Have Eyes: Part II.

[Video description: A trailer for The Hills Have Eyes: Part II (1984). It’s complete schlock, and it’s got a big guy with a big prosthetic forehead in it, and he smashes people. There’s an off-brand Darth Vader breathing noise for some reason.]

Really, this design is straight out of a few sub-genres of horror I could mention: The Hills Have Eyes comes from cannibal and/or hillbilly horror (also called hixploitation), which often features deformed or mutated antagonists. Nuclear, infection, and chemical-scarred mutants are common lumpy monsters in horror, from 50s B-movies to Troma splatter films to modern “torture porn”. Video games tend to follow Resident Evil’s lead and make the lumpiest creatures zombies, while also making them WMD mutants and/or backwoods types, hello Marguerite and Jack Baker.

Obviously, Fifield’s been mutated by the black goo, adding to the list of things it’s capable of that the movie failed to set up before now. I will attempt to follow the ideas this may be attempting to throw at us, but I want it noted, this takes work.

This man has been exposed to a biochemical weapon, created by the Engineers. They were stockpiling that weapon here with the intent to use it on Earth. God decided rainbows aren’t a covenant anymore, time for Noah Part 2: Even Drownier.

But the Engineers are not gods in the christian sense, they aren’t all-powerful, and they are not beings that anyone would assert are omnibenevolent. They are another intelligent, social humanoid species with their own culture and morality. What moral standards do they have that produce a situation where an Engineer will look unsettled by a display of inter-human violence, but also intend to kill every human? Humans are in some ways their descendants. What would be the right thing to do if your children became murderers? 

The movie doesn’t have to answer that, because there is no objectively right answer, but it also doesn’t present the issue very competently when it's having a mutant geologist pull wrestling moves.

[Video description: A short compilation of Macho Man Randy Savage doing the double axe handle.]

The questions that FIfield’s current state actually brought to me were more like this:

What horror sub-genre are we in? Is this a pastiche? Is it being done on purpose?

The answers, as far as I can tell, are “all of them,” “yes,” and “I have no idea.” I still don’t know. This is too bizarre a series of decisions to feel unintentional, and yet it’s pulled off with so little grace that it also feels like it can’t be intentional. It is Schrodinger’s Script, suspended in a state of both “hack job” and “competent hack job” until someone observes the movie and forms an opinion.

Speaking of being observed: these crew members. Boy. They sure are here, aren’t they.

There’s seventeen crew on the Prometheus, and a movie with strong characterization will make it so you can remember that many people, even if their roles are small and unnamed. Fellowship of the Ring (2001) manages to outdo that, for example. Before I started writing this, I could remember less than half the people onboard Prometheus.

So, obviously these guys exist to get destroyed before the miniboss fight is over.

It isn’t even that much of a scene. Mutated Fifield jumps around and wails on guys, the guys freak out and accidentally kill at least one other guy, and then FIfield gets run over by the transport. When this was originally filmed, it was going to be placed slightly later and Shaw would be the one driving it, but that wouldn’t have improved this any, to be honest.

So, great. We have killed a few more cast members for some reason. It fails as horror, and it fails as bloodsport. Good job everyone.

Next time, the horror anthology continues with our host, the Crypt Keeper.

Oh, sorry, that’s not what happens–I meant to say: “Next time, Peter Weyland wakes up”.

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#Prometheus 2012 #Prometheus (2012) #I did not think I'd be making a Hills Have Eyes 2 reference as part of the Prometheus milieu #but the movie proved me wrong once again

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Riddle Info Compilation part 7: Intelligence vs Common Sense(pt1)

While clearly book-smart Riddle seems to occasionally lack common sense, particularly when it comes to cooking: in addition to adding oyster sauce to the strawberry tart he bakes in Book 1 he struggles throughout the Culinary Crucible when he tries to make cabbage leaves uniform in size, weigh water for parboiling and to measure the width of mincemeat.

A chef ghost asks Riddle outright why he signed up for the course in the first place and Riddle explains that “a housewarden should be the best at both academics AND cooking,” but also, “It makes sense to get a head start on living independently.”

Riddle is met with a chopped onion for what might be the first time in his life during Culinary Crucible: He reacts with confusion when his eyes begin to water and rubs them with his hands, which makes it worse, also to his surprise.

Riddle struggles with his cabbage rolls despite memorizing the recipe and acknowledges, “Even beyond cooking, there are plenty of things in this world beyond the limited aggregate of my experience. Today was a good reminder to stay humble.”

Riddle has another cooking adventure in a vignette where he attempts to craft a soup for an ill Trey.

Lilia offers his support, giving advice such as adding four spoonfuls of soup stock per cup of water.

Riddle expresses frustration with being told that cooking involves a lot of intuition, and doubts that good food can come from pure instinct.

Lilia recommends ingredients such as strawberry tarts, bananas and yogurt as “the more nutrients you put in, the faster he’ll recover.” Seeing nothing strange about this logic, Riddle says, “Then a heavy hand would be wise here.”

Riddle says he “let thoughts of Trey” guide his intuition with the soup, but it is “giving off a rather…pungent odor.”

Azul explains Riddle’s curious gap between academic performance and logic with, “Riddle’s always been better at written exams than applied ones.”

We also see that Riddle is completely ignorant to popular trends, though Cater defends Riddle when Ace expresses surprise, saying that Riddle has simply never cared.

When Ace tries to explain Cater’s phone case design Riddle refuses to listen, insisting that he has “never once been inconvenienced by this gap in knowledge!”

Later, Riddle reflects that it might not hurt to look into the trend.

#twstriddle #riddlefacts #twstfacts #Riddle Rosehearts #twisted wonderland

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~ [MAGICAL CREATURES SERIES] – THE BAD BATCH AU (N4)

Pt1. "THE SMELL OF FIRE" HUNTER/PHOENIX!OFC

THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE HAPPENING IN THE SMALL MOON PLACED ON THE EDGES OF THE GALAXY WITH THE UNKOWN REGIONS. THEIR PEOPLE ARE RESERVED AND SECRETIVE; TRYING TO APPEAR NORMAL, THOUGH HUNTER HEAVILY SUSPECTS THEY AREN'T. HIS NOSE EASILY PICKS UP THE SMELL OF ASH AND FIRE.

WARNINGS (pt1): TALKS OF HUMAN SACRIFICES WHEN CHARACTERS BOUND WITH ROPES 💔, AND A VERY LIGHT HINT OF (SEXUAL) TENSION 🔥.

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When Tech had warned them they were going to have to make an emergency landing on an undescripted planet on the very limits of the Outer Rim with the Unkown Regions, Hunter had imagined one much more different than this. The small moon looked unusual, yes, with it's almost sparkly silvery sand covering miles and miles of its surface; vibrant blue flowers and trees, and waters as black as coal. Still, it was sand, trees and ponds; not that much further apart of what he had already seen before, if only in another range of colour.

"I must say I feel pleasantly surprised with our luck right now" Tech's voice seemed unusually loud in the quiet of the forest, not an insect to be heard even with Hunter's developed senses.

His brother couldn't stop pointing his long ago self-made detector everywhere around them, constantly scanning their surroundings while he recorded everything with his helmet. Even if slightly tense at the uncertainty that the moon held for them, he looked as happy as a child in a candy shop; his curious mind ecstatic to find new and unresearched territory to explore.

"Crashing into a mystery planet in the Unkown Regions is luck for you?!" scoffed Wrecker, evidently not as excited as the goggled clone.

He wasn't afraid per se, but he didn't like this. Their ship was broken beyond some quick repairs, they knew nothing about the strange moon or the creatures that lived in it and they had no way of comunicating with the rest of the galaxy. They were fucked, to sum it up. Karking pirates.

"Well, you have to admit it's incredibly lucky we have landed on a planet biologically compatible with human life" Tech shrugged, his eyes still flickering over every tree and flower. "Breathable atmosphere, decently similar flora, and several bodies of water. Remarkable, if I may say".

Wrecker muttered a piece of his mind and dropped back into silence, following the line commanded by Hunter.

The long-haired clone couldn't help but feel wary. Not only because of their situation per se; but because of the slightly different gravitational pull on the moon and the lack of stimuli around him. His senses were so developed it was extremely rare for him to just not hear something, feel something; and yet, in this unkown planet, they seemed strangely muted. Apart from their own steps and chattering, he couldn't hear anything else. No insects, no animals, no wind brushing against the flowers and trees. No rush of water, either; permanently calm and almost frozen in place. He didn't like it one bit.

"Don't touch that" he almost barked to Omega, watching her move almost hypnotized to grab a vibrant electric blue flower with the corner of his eyes. "Don't touch anything".

Omega's hand dropped to it's original place and her eyes switched back to Hunter. She pouted.

"But it's so pretty!"

Tech hummed in agreement, yet backed Hunter's warning.

"That is precisely why you shouldn't. It is a common well-known fenomenon amongst the plants of the Outer Rim. The more vibrant the colour and eye-atracting the flower looks like, the higher the probabilities of it being venomous or lethal" he explained, his voice turning distracted at a new species of taller trees in front of him. "I suppose it works mainly on insects or birds; though I guess sometimes humans aren't that much more intelligent".

Tech patted Omega's shoulder amicably –not at all consciously using his words to make a jab at her–, and resumed walking. Omega roller her eyes.

All thoughts about blue flowers and their level of intelligence extinguished with Hunter's sudden stop and raised fist. The sargent frowned, slightly turning his head to the right towards the origin of what he had supposed to be a fluttering wing. His eyes scanned the flora around them. He couldn't see anything past the first line of trees.

His sight unuseful, he closed his eyes and listened in. Nothing; yet he felt there was something there, waiting, looking.

He focused on his third sense. He had already grown fairly used to the sweet smell of the blue flowers and the general metalic hint of the moon's ground; but that... It was the first time he smelled that; ash and fire.

"Ready your weapons. Slowly" he ordered, muscles tensing.

They barely had a second to blink before dozens of natives dropped to the ground around them.

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Hunter was scared. It wasn't a new feeling for him, really; he was a brave man –which clone wasn't?–, but there had been countless of times when he'd been scared of losing his brothers. Of dying. This was a different type of fear, though. It was one laced with uncertainty and terror. Even in battle, when one of them were compromised, they had the others to back them up. They knew what to expect. How they were going to die, if it came to that. The worst thing about their new situation was that they knew nothing at all. Ignorance was the reason why his heart had sped up significantly and he couldn't stop analysing the people in front of him.

"This vaguely reminds me of a book I read about the traditions of some ancient species in the Before" Tech whispered, his mind working nonstop even when tied up to a tree like the rest of the Batch. "Some cultures used to sacrifice living beings in order to apease to their gods. They believed it granted them protection, better harvests, or simply soothed their anger".

Wrecker squirmed in place. He usually would have been able to break through his bindings in a blink; but the rope this people used was made of some sort of intertwined roots surprisingly resistant to his efforts to free himself. Plus, their captors had noticed the obvious difference in strength between himself and his brothers; and had duplicated the ropes around him.

"Surely no-one does that anymore, right?" He chuckled, nervously.

Tech hummed. His eyes focused on the humanoids in front of them. They had black stripes painted on their pale grey skin; the dark, matted colors a sharp contrast to the vibrants reds and oranges of their long hair. Their eyes were completely black as well, no difference between iris, pupil or sclera; giving their appearance an almost demonic look.

"Actually, it is still a practice used in some planets of the galaxy" he answered. "Considering we are delving into the Unkown Regions and following my suspition that these creatures don't seem to hold much knowledge of technology and heavily relay in what nature offers them, I wouldn't discard the option".

Omega's eyes searched for Hunter's in fear; the man only throwing her a silent look that gave her no comfort at all.

Studying them, Hunter understood how they had stayed hidden from his senses now. These humanoids –because they did have a similar shape, even if their body proportions weren't exactly the same– danced through the sparkling silver ground; thin slender agile bodies almost looking as if they didn't really step in the floor before taking their next stride. They were fast and noiseless, too. He wondered if it was a trait from their species or if they had learnt to move like that because they weren't the only natives they had to worry about. Their sudden arrival opened a wide range of possibilities.

He prayed for Tech's comment to be just one more of his curious facts instead of reality. He didn't like the idea of his family being used as a sacrifice.

Suddenly, the natives around them whispered to each other –in a quiet hissing language that Hunter didn't recognise at all– and the crowd parted to show two aproaching figures calmly walking towards them.

The first one was a man. He looked old; much older than the rest of his people, at least. Hunter had no way of knowing about their real lifespan.

His skin was paler than the rest of the natives; drier, too. His orange hair travelled in small multiple braids towards his hips; lower body covered in thick black fur –he guessed that answered the question about them being the only intelligent creatures there– decorated with light blue accents. He wore small pouches on top of it; tied together with a thin rope.

The black marks of his face and chest were more intrinsecate than the rest; swirls and dots interlacing with plain stripes. His body seemed thinner –and therefore, more fragile– than the humanoids around him. The most noticeable aspect about him, however, was his eyes; shinning in electric orange, and staring straight at him.

Hunter shuddered.

The clone took in the way the rest of his people stepped aside and firmly, slowly nodded in his direction in a sign of respect. The same greeting was throwed at the person walking behind him; though Hunter couldn't clearly see him yet, his body covered by the native closer to them.

"Hun... Hunter?" Omega whispered, trembling in place.

All eyes were now focused on the humanoid with the orange eyes; who had stopped in front of the blonde girl. The old native opened one of his pouches; dipping his fingers in black before taking them to her face. Omega whimpered and trembled harder. Hunter's heart squeezed. His own body tensed and he had to put all his efforts to wait through the scene and remain calm. He would have given everything to hold her right now.

"Breathe, Omega" he told her, his deep voice capturing everyone's attention, making his skin crawl. "It's just paint. Close your eyes".

The blonde did exactly as he told her; taking a deep shuddering breath in and removing her sense of sight from the scene. She tried to imagine being somewhere else –in the Marauder, watching the hyperspace lights through the window– while she felt the man's thumb and index fingers carefully crossing her face.

"I wouldn't worry about it right now" Tech whispered, as the creature moved to recreate the painting on Wrecker. "It seems they are marking us with the same designs as themselves. That can be either very good or... very bad."

Tech patiently waited while the old humanoid took his time on him. A small noise of protest escaped his throat when he took his goggles away; examining them curiously like a kid with a new toy before pressing the paint on his skin, and returning their place on his head. He relaxed and hummed, thoughtfully. He took that as a sign of the natives not having a directly ill intention with them. If not, why bother giving him his goggles back?

Hunter, tied up the furthest to the left, was the last one to be marked with the black stripes. His ears picked up a small muttering coming of the creature in front of him; a pray of sorts, perhaps? It didn't look like he was trying to comunicate with him, that's for sure...

Once the humanoid with the orange eyes stepped back, seeming satisfied with his job, Hunter's attention was finally drawn to the second figure. He felt inevitably enthraced with her appearance. She had the same pale grey smooth skin as the rest of her people; long thin arms and legs and a toned stomach without a belly-button to match. The only thing covering her was another piece of black fur half stitched with blue thrails. It hanged low on her hips; leaving her small but rounded breasts exposed. Apparently, these people didn't consider them sexual zones. Her marks weren't black, though; but as red as her hair, which started at a dark scarlet tone at the roots and blended into a fiery rich colour at the ends. Her eyes were neon red as well; shining brightly in the darkness of the night. He could see a hint of small pointy fangs resting on top of his lower lip. She looked dangerous; and yet, Hunter's cock inevitably turned half-hard at the sight. He convinced himself it was just the adrenaline.

He couldn't stop looking at her while she carefully analysed his sister and brothers. Her people seemed to hold her breath; as if the final veredict of the Batch's destiny relayed on her. She had to hold some sort of position amongst them; if only for the obvious physical difference between them. Her eyes and the old humanoid's were the only exceptions to the otherwise black ones. She... Felt different too, as well; in ways Hunter couldn't begin to explain.

Either way, if the life of his family was in her hands, he wasn't going to stand by and watch them end.

"We are not looking to cause trouble around here" he spoke up, firmly. Her neon red eyes inmediately snapped towards him. He breathed. "We are not a threat".

The humanoid woman approached him; in the same quiet elegant way he had seen his people move before. She stood in front of him; their bodies only separated by half a meter now.

She studied him. Their stares clashed; Hunter's still slightly dilated pupils fighting of the intensity of her burning red eyes. His posture, his muscles, were completely tense. It felt as if she was scanning his soul with just a glance. Hunter had to follow his own previous words when the humanoid slowly moved to carefully hold his jaw in her hand; closing his eyes and trying to breathe calmly through his trembling body. She felt... She felt...

Hunter felt her warm –almost burning– fingers tracing delicately –gently, curiously– the skin of the tattood side of his face. He sighed in relief. She probably only found it interesting; as he had marked his own skin with blank ink as well, similarly to how the natives painted theirs.

Her hand dropped, and Hunter could feel her take a step back, away from him. He had to pull his courage together to open his eyes again.

The woman slowly walked back to Omega. She hold her chin in her hand, this time; staring into her eyes as if she were deciding something about her. She seemed to find what she was lookinh for; and made a small gesture to the natives behind her.

The Batch watched helpessly as they untied a trembling, terrified Omega and started to drag her away. Anger and hate rushed through Hunter's veins. He made a harsh tug against his bindings.

"Get away from her!" He hissed, fighting against his ropes with all he had, trying futibly to break through. "Omega!"

"H-Hunter!" She called his name back, half-screaming, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The mysterious native woman followed her, glancing back at him. She seemed to have noticed the bond between them, the father-and -daughter-like connection; intrigued by it.

"Please" he whispered to her.

Her red eyes locked with his once again. Energy pulsed between them. She felt... She felt more than human, more than humanoid, more than... Real. She felt almost like its own, unexplicable, burning light; a powerful, mysterious energy like the Force itself, or something close enough. She was different from her people, as well. Unique. Hunter hoped she wasn't the godess the natives where trying to apease.

The woman wordlessly turned around.

The Batch's worried eyes couldn't do anything else but watch them take Omega away.

END OF PART 1

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PART 2 LINK HERE:

BOOM! THERE WE HAVE THE FIRST PART OF HUNTER'S SPIN GUYS!

REMEMBER I'M DOING A WHOLE SERIES OF MAGICAL CREATURES/TBB CHARACTERS. YOU ALREADY HAVE WRECKER'S TWO-SHOT STORY POSTED, AND THIS IS THE NEXT ONE I'M CURRENTLY WRITING.

AFTER I FINISH THIS, WHICH I THINK IT'S GONNA BE A FIVE CHAPTER STORY –WHOOPS, ONCE AGAIN I FAIL TO WRITE A SINGLE ONESHOT– I'LL MOVE ONTO TECH/SIRENOFC! & ECHO/FAIRYOFC! AND CROSSHAIR/VAMPIREOFC! STORIES.

THIS STORY IS GOING TO BE A MIX OF MYSTERY AND ROMANCE. I'M STILL DECIDING IF I'LL ADD A SMUTT PART OR NOT. WE'LL SEE.

IF YOU'VE LIKED IT, LET ME KNOW! IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY AND I GET MORE MOTIVATED TO KEEP WRITING. ALSO, IF YOU WANT ME TO TAG YOU ON THIS STORIES' NEW CHAPTERS, LET ME KNOW AS WELL!

AS ALWAYS, REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED.

SEE YOU ON THE NEXT ONE!

Xx,

SKY.

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