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#but dropped the ball in volume 8
cloudystevie · 2 months
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pavlov's dog
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pairing || mob boss!bucky barnes x f!reader
word count || 1812
summary || he kept you waiting and it's his honour to make it up to you.
warnings || smut! loosely depicted mafia business, daddy kink, oral fem receiving, pet names, begging, mild degradation, dacryphilia, pussy slaps, cmnf, subspace, dom!bucky
author's note || 18+ ONLY. hi. i haven't written for more than a year and a half. ive been feeling some type of way about bucky and maybe getting back to writing mindless porn is what i needed to get my creative fulfillment ive been severely lacking. please don't mind the potentially choppy smut as i haven't written in a long while. feel free to reblog and leave comments!!
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8:53.
8:53 PM, and you were still waiting for Bucky to finish his meeting. A recent competitor was threatening Bucky’s monopoly in New York, apparently, something to do with some guy who owned a publishing company inherited by his grandpa, who was looking to buy one Bucky already owned.
Whatever. You weren’t really listening when Bucky was talking about it over the phone because you were too busy keeping his cock warm.
You watch the digital clock flash another minute, and finally, your phone dings with an activity notification at the front door. Before you can try to be chill about it, you all but run to the door to greet your man, practically jumping on the balls of your feet with excitement. The door swings open, and you barely glimpse Bucky's tired and frustrated expression before it morphs into a sweet smile reserved for you, making his eyes crinkle at the corners and shine. 
Running into his arms, you koala hug him as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. He expertly toes his shoes off while showering you with the same attention. “Were you waiting by the door for me the whole time, baby?” He asks with a smile.
Nodding your head yes and widening your eyes while twisting your lips into a pout, you decide to play the sweet, patient girlfriend who Bucky knows you really aren’t. “You kept me waiting for 4 whole hours, Jamie, 4 hours. I stood right by this door and didn’t take a single break until you came home.” 
A hearty laugh escapes his lips at that, and you can feel the tension from his shoulders leaving as you gently rub them while still managing to cling onto him as he maneuvers you two to your bedroom. Unfortunately, both of you are well aware that patience is a virtue that you very simply do not possess.
“My poor, incredibly patient and honest baby. How rude of me to keep you waiting like this, huh?” He keeps his voice low, both in pitch and volume. It sends a tangible shiver down your spine as he sets you down on the bed. You bite your bottom lip, subconsciously spreading your legs, unable to hide your reactions from him.
Bucky loves how responsive you are to him.
“So mean to me daddy.” You whisper, “need you to make it up to me.”
Bucky licks his lips and clenches his jaw because fuck he needed this, especially after being stuck at his office for nearly 4 extra hours while you were at home looking like this. So sweet and soft and submissive for him; all he needed was someone to control because his empire in New York was being tried.
But Bucky had it under control. He always did. This wasn’t the first time he had to deal with a newcomer who decided to get a little ballsy and try and take over some of his territory.
He always did fuck you more aggressively when work had more hiccups than usual.
“Yeah, honey baby? How do you want Daddy to make it up to you? Use your words.” Bucky’s tone kept dropping, getting deeper and deeper with each delicious word he spoke to your somehow already foggy brain.
Even while he was giving you some control, he managed to maintain dominance over you, and that just flared the heat pulsing between your thighs.
“Need you, daddy, want your mouth.” You whisper, heat spreading your cheeks as you voice what you want, but a surge of pride goes through Bucky. At the beginning of the relationship, you had really struggled with voicing what you wanted, whether it was something like telling him you didn’t feel like getting dolled up to eat at a luxury French restaurant and wanted some burgers instead or how you struggled to say to him you wanted him to take his shoes and coat off before he came inside your apartment and sat on your couch. He dealt with people who feared him every day, people who never corrected him or crossed him. It was made abundantly clear you are not one of those people; you need to tell him what to do and how to do it, and he will. Bucky would bring the moon and the stars to you if the thought ever crossed your mind.
Dropping to his knees will have to do for now, he thinks.
His large palms spread your thighs as your pliant body falls back, but you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch the show. Bucky smiles at you with hunger in his eyes as he licks his lips once again while gingerly sliding your pajama shorts down your legs. You inhale sharply as the cool air from the open balcony doors hits your core. Bucky can’t help the rumble emerging from his chest as takes in your already wet pussy, bringing his thumb up to flick your swollen clit and messily run the tip of his finger around your pussy.  “You were waiting for me without any panties on? You’re that fucking desperate for me, sweetheart? Ready to bend over for me as soon as I walk through the door?”
You whimper at his fingers and throw your head back, nodding it desperately fast. 
“Aww, don’t go quiet on me now,” Bucky teases, “you were being such a good girl telling me what you want. Don’t stop now, angel baby.”
You whine high in your throat as you tug on his hand that is still purposefully brushing over your clit, “Please, Daddy, just- just-” 
Before you can finish your plea, Bucky licks up your slit, expertly swirling his tongue around your clit as your thighs jolt around his head, and a surprised mewl leaves your lips. “Oh god, Daddy, need more, please more,” your hands reach out to grab onto whatever you can, one hand gripping Bucky’s hair, making him hiss and buck his own hips against his tight slacks while the other latches onto the silk bedsheets.
“Greedy girl,” Bucky hums against your pussy, but to your delight, he indulges you, slipping a thick finger into your pulsing hole. Still, before you have time to react to that, he’s wrapping his lips around your swollen clit for the first time tonight and sucks on it. Making your back arch up and your legs quake as you try to simultaneously push yourself away from him but pull him closer. A near-pornographic moan leaves your swollen lips as your chest heaves. You cry out his title as he slides another long finger inside you, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks on your poor little clit and soothes it with kitten licks every few seconds.
“Oh Daddy, you’re gonna- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum please, Daddy, please can I cum!” You babble, drool seeping from your lips as Bucky always manages to reduce you to a mindless, pathetic mess. It had never been easy for you to stop or slow down your orgasm, as Bucky always tended to barrel it out of you. Although you had noticed that the high that spread through your body when he permitted it was much more euphoric than the orgasms that slipped out of you.
Maybe it was something akin to Pavlov’s dog effect. Conditioning.
Bucky was aware of this fact as well. He knew your body, your mind, better than you did. 
A satisfied smirk works itself onto his lips, and he grumbles something against your sensitive cunt, enjoying the way you struggled to keep your body at bay. “I dunno, my stupid little baby, dunno if you’re desperate enough yet.” Bucky’s words vibrate against you and propel you towards your high even quicker. Your whines get more high-pitched and breathy as you struggle against your boyfriend’s relentless tongue. “I am Daddy, I am desperate. Always am for you, please, Daddy, make me cum.” You whine a bit petulantly as your orgasm is right there. But he’s dangling it above your head and forcing you to obey him. So, you try the guilt-tripping route.
Tears well in your eyes, and your lip quivers, “Please, Daddy, don’t you wanna make me cum? Don’t you wanna take care of me? Make me cum all over your tongue and make a mess? Please, Daddy, need you so bad!” You cry, tears slipping down your face, and Bucky grunts, closing his eyes as he tries not to cum in his pants at the sound of your breathy pitch and the sight of tears slipping down your face.
He pulls back and curves three fingers toward your special spot, and takes his other hand to slap at your swollen clit in quick succession, making you squeal. Arousal paints your thighs as he quickly switches back to overstimulate your poor button by sucking on it so hard that your orgasm squirts onto his bearded face, making him groan in appreciation as he mumbles something like: “That’s it, there’s my good girl making a fucking mess like Daddy taught you.” But you are too out of your mind to really process his words as you struggle to breathe down from your high, tears slipping down your face as you bask in the overwhelming feelings of such an intense orgasm. 
Bucky kisses up your thighs and stomach, easing his fingers out and tongue away slowly so you don’t go from overstimulated to zero all at once. He cups your face in his hands and kisses your cheeks as he shushes you, bringing you down from your high with soft words and coos that appeal to your clouded brain. You cup his much larger hands in yours, pouting your lips up for a kiss, and he chuckles before placing a soft kiss against your swollen lips. He can taste the salt from your tears, and it sends even more blood rushing straight to his dick as he ruts his hips against yours, making you pull your lips apart on a mewl. 
“Daddy, will you fuck me now?” You ask with a certain lilt to your voice. Bucky scoffs before pressing his lips to yours and rumbling against your lips, “You’re an insatiable little whore you know that?” 
Manhandling you to the top of the bed, he throws you against the pillows as unbuttons his slacks and pulls his hard cock out, pre-cum oozing from the swollen red tip as he looks like he could destroy you. “I’m your little whore daddy.” You tease, spreading your shaky legs apart, and he licks his lips.
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Bucky worked from home the next morning. Needing the extra time to make up for the late nights and the particularly strenuous activities that led into the early morning hours. 
As you sat on his lap, peacefully dozing in and out of sleep, he knew he had made the right choice that morning.
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lumi-nescentt · 5 months
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And When I Break It's In A Million Pieces
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Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader
Warnings: kinda angsty, reader overworking herself, arguing and someone fainting
Words: 3.8k
Summary: Oscar can understand how important exams are to his girlfriend but he can't stand to see her overworking herself and this close to breaking down without trying to comfort her.
A/N: it was supposed to be a cute oscar one shot but I guess midterms kicked my ass so I had to make Oscar do what I would have loved someone to do for me.
Now that I'm done writing this I'll start on the requests :)
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Oscar had been away on the last triple header of the season and as much as he loved racing and how good the car felt lately, he missed his girlfriend and couldn't wait to see her again.
She usually came with him as often as she could, but she had been drowning in homework lately so she had chosen to stay home and work a little extra to make sure she stayed up to date. Oscar didn’t mind, or at least he tried not to show it because he knew how bad she already felt for missing some of his best results in F1. 
The Australian knew how hard the girl was on herself and how she tended to forget to take care of herself when she got engrossed in her studies so he thought coming back as early as possible from the British Grand Prix was the best thing he could do. 
Flying from London to Melbourne felt like one of the longest trips Oscar ever had to endure and it was only worse because he was all alone. Usually he either had Lando, Logan or his girlfriend to entertain him during layovers and on the flight itself, but now as he sat on the first plane taking him from London to Qatar, Oscar felt bored to death.
He had chosen the earliest flight possible on Monday and that had been one that took off at 3pm so he wasn’t even tired enough to sleep. He had already watched a movie while waiting in front of the gate so he was honestly starting to run out of ideas on how to entertain himself. 
He considered paying for wifi access to try and chat with his girlfriend for a second but then realised that he had decided to plan his comeback in secret so she had no idea he was coming back. In the end, Oscar still paid for it just so he could play 8 ball with Logan and joke around with Lando. 
His two friends entertained him for a few hours, but when he landed in Qatar, they both had stuff to do so he was left all alone again. He had nothing to do during the layover in Dubai, so walking around the entire terminal at the slowest pace possible seemed like a good enough idea for the 2 hours he had to wait before boarding again. 
To say the 13 hours flight to Melbourne had been long was an understatement. It had only been made worse since he couldn’t sleep, so Oscar had watched the entirety of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and still had found time to be bored once he was done. By the time he finally arrived in front of the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, it was almost 1am and he hadn’t slept in 30 hours now. 
All he wanted to do was crash on his bed and cuddle against her but when he opened the door as quietly as he could, the first thing he saw was his girlfriend sitting on a barstool, hunched over her laptop on the counter. She had her headphones on and the volume was so loud Oscar could hear the song playing very clearly from where he was standing in the doorway.
After taking off his shoes and dropping his suitcase in a corner, he slowly made his way over, trying his best not to startle the girl. She was so engrossed in whatever she was reading that even with Oscar standing right next to her, her focus was still on her computer. She only flinched and snapped back to reality when Oscar delicately removed her headphones and put them next to her now empty coffee cup.
-“ Oscar ? What– How ? You were supposed to stay in Europe until the break.” she stuttered, too tired to understand how her boyfriend was standing in front of her
-“ Surprise !” Oscar smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “ I missed you too much to wait an entire month so I decided to come spend the week here.” 
-“ I don't know what to say, wow.” 
-“ Oh God, was it a bad idea ? I don’t want to intrude if you had plans, baby. I can ask my parents if I can stay at theirs instead if you want me out of your hair while you study.” 
-“ No no, it’s a good surprise, I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. It’s our flat so of course I want you to stay with me.” she quickly clarified, burying her head in the crook of his neck and tightening her arms around him
-“ Ok good, I got scared I was bothering you for a second.” he answered, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head
-“ Don’t say that Osc, you could never bother me. I’m always happy to see your pretty face in real life.” 
-“ So you think I’m pretty ?” the Australian asked with a proud grin
-“ Of course I do, pretty boy. Now as much as I’d love to keep this lovely flirting going, you must be exhausted so why don’t you get ready for bed and I’ll join you in a bit ?” 
-“ That sounds great, I’ll go shower and then we can cuddle because I can definitely feel the drop of temperature between here and the UK.” 
-“ It’s not even that cold but I won’t say no to that.” she smiled before turning back to her homework.
Oscar didn’t really know how long he stayed under the warm spray of the shower but judging by the amount of steam that was now filling the bathroom, he assumed he stayed for a little while. Since he took his time, he fully expected to find his girlfriend dozing off under the covers but when he reached the bedroom, the bed was still untouched. 
Gathering the remaining energy he had, Oscar dragged himself to the kitchen where she was still in the position he left her in. Her headphones were back on at a lower volume and she was now frowning and holding her head between her hands, seemingly trying to make sense of what she was reading. 
-“ Are you coming to bed soon ?” Oscar asked seeing the time on her laptop 
-“ Yeah, of course. Just give me a minute, I’ll meet you there.” she answered without looking at him
-“ Baby, it’s almost 3am. You need to sleep as much as I do.” 
-“ I know, I’m coming. Don’t wait up, you must be knackered.” she tried, squeezing the hand he had put on her shoulder to reassure him
-“ I want to sleep next to you. I’ll wait for you to finish what you’re doing. How long is this going to take you ?” 
-“ I don’t know, you shouldn’t stay awake for me. I promise I’ll cuddle you as soon as I’m in bed, you won’t even realise I’m not here at first.” 
-“ That’s not true, I always notice so will you come ? Please ?” 
-“ You’re lucky you’re cute and that I love you because I really need to finish this paper.” she finally caved in with a sigh, closing her laptop to face her boyfriend who was sleepily smiling at her
-“ I love you too, now come. I can tell you’re exhausted too.” 
Oscar linked their hands together and walked towards their bedroom, handing her one of his shirts as he stripped down to his boxer before hurriedly getting under the covers. At the sight of her cold boyfriend all cosy under the blankets, the girl couldn’t help but chuckle before she joined him and let him wrap his arms around her, resting her head against his chest and falling asleep to the comforting sound of his steady heartbeat. 
When Oscar woke up at 7am a few hours later, he brought his arm closer to the rest of his body, hoping to steal some of his girlfriend’s body warmth but his arm closed on nothing. With his eyes still closed, he patted her side of the bed, simply thinking she had rolled away from him but all he touched were the empty bed sheets. He would have assumed she had just gone to the bathroom if it wasn’t from how cold her side was. 
As hard as he wanted to tell her to come back to bed, Oscar wasn’t fully awake and he didn’t really think there was something he could do so he let himself fall back asleep for a few hours. When he opened his eyes again, finally feeling rested enough to figure out where she had gone, he was still alone in their empty bed. 
He made his way to the living room, secretly hoping she’d be all curled up on the sofa and had only moved there because he was snoring too loud but it was just as empty as their bed. Not liking where he thought this was going, Oscar went to the kitchen where his girlfriend was exactly in the same position he had found her hours earlier. 
Without saying a word, Oscar wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his face in her neck like he knew she liked. When the only acknowledgement he got was a low hum without even a smile or a look towards him, he decided to try something else. He slowly turned his head and started kissing her neck tenderly, which always got her attention usually because she was never one to pass on getting some physical affection from him. He was so sure it was going to work that when she finally breathed in before talking, Oscar couldn’t stop the smile creeping on his face.
-“ Not now baby, please.” she brushed him off softly, without even looking at him
-“ Oh, okay. Sorry.” Oscar muttered, feeling his face flush from a wave of embarrassment he couldn’t stop
He quickly escaped to the opposite corner of the kitchen, getting busy with making breakfast to forget about the uneasy feeling coursing through his veins. It took him 15 minutes of meddling around before everything was ready and before he was ready to try to get her attention again.
This time, Oscar planted himself next to his girlfriend and put a coffee cup and a full plate with eggs and toast right next to her laptop before poking her shoulder with his finger to get her full attention.
-“ Hello there, I made you breakfast.” he half smiled
-“ Hi baby, that’s really sweet of you. Thank you.” she returned the smile, cupping his face with her hands before planting a soft kiss on his lips and turning back towards her homework
-“ I was wondering if you wanted to have breakfast together in the living room, maybe ?”
-“ I’m sorry Osc. I really need to study but don’t let me stop you, I know you love to eat there.” 
-“ Yeah, sure.” he started out loud before mumbling to himself as he exited the room “I don’t know what I was expecting.”
After his very lonely breakfast in front of a TV show he didn’t even want to watch, Oscar popped his head into the kitchen to see if she was done working. When he saw that she was still very focused on what she was doing, he decided to do something to occupy himself until she was finally free. He got dressed and yelled that he was going for a run before finally going outside. 
When he came back a little less than an hour later, Oscar was determined to spend some time with her so he hurriedly went to the bathroom to shower before eventually stealing her away from her homework. 
Once he was finally done, it was time for lunch and he was feeling like ordering so, while still looking at his phone, he went towards the kitchen and called her.
-“ I’m gonna order food, what do you feel like eating ?”
He waited a little bit for an answer but nothing came back so he walked a little closer and tried again.
-“ Baby ? Are you not hungry ?” 
Getting worried from the clear silence he was met with, Oscar walked in the kitchen but, to his surprise, he couldn’t see her.
-“ y/n ? If this is a joke, it’s not that funny. Where are you ?” he asked, feeling his heart beat a little faster
He knew she hadn’t gone out because both her keys and her car were still there so he went around the counter to go look into the laundry room when his eyes fell on something on the floor. Seeing his girlfriend laying down on the floor made his blood rush fast in his veins and he immediately kneeled down next to her and wrapped her hand in his.
-“ y/n, baby can you hear me ?” he tried again “ I’m going to put your feet on my lap, okay ? I’m not letting go of your hand, if you hear me just squeeze it.” Oscar explained, praying that he’d feel her grip tighten around his fingers
He felt the faintest squeeze but he wasn’t sure if he had imagined it or not so he tried again.
-“ Can you squeeze my hand again, please ?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper from how scared he was until he felt a clear squeeze “ Atta girl, you’re doing great.” 
Oscar felt his breathing slowly go back to normal as his girlfriend slowly gained back consciousness. He was still a bit shaken up but seeing her eyes fluttering open and feeling the constant squeezes of her hand on his was reassuring him. He waited a little more before asking her questions, not wanting to overwhelm her.
-“ Do you remember what happened ?” 
-“ I don’t know, I was just standing up to get another coffee and then I started feeling dizzy so I tried to call you but I don’t know if anything came out.” 
-“ Ok well at least you remember, you scared me to death there sweetheart.” 
-“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” she apologised, mortified that he had seen her like this
-“ Hey, none of that. Don’t apologise, I’m glad I came back in time to find you. I would’ve hated for you to be all alone here when you fainted.” he reassured her, bringing her closer to him
-“ What do you mean came back ? When did you go out ?” 
-“ I told you I was going for a run but I guess you were so focused on what you were doing you didn’t hear me. Next time I’ll make sure that you hear me.” 
-“ It’s fine, you don’t have to.” 
-“ I know but I want to. Now let’s get you something to eat, you didn’t even eat breakfast so you must be starving.” he stated, pointing at the plate he had made her a few hours earlier, still untouched on the counter
-“ I’m not really hungry actually.” she whispered, looking at her feet
- “ You have to eat something baby. I’ll just order something from your favourite restaurant and you can just eat however much you can, does that sound good ?”
-“ Yeah sure, thank you Osc.”
Oscar didn’t answer and instead just placed a kiss on the side of her head before standing up and picking his phone that he had left on the counter to get the food. While they waited for it to arrive, Oscar sent her to shower so she could relax a little before eating. Before leaving her be, he convinced her to let the door slightly open so she could yell if she felt dizzy again so he could also relax.
He always stayed within earshots of the bathroom as he got busy around the flat until the delivery guy arrived. Oscar wanted it to be quick but the guy recognised him and wanted to take a picture with him. Oscar wouldn’t have minded the picture if the guy also didn’t seem to want to become his friend and didn’t talk for what felt like ages. Oscar didn’t know how to make him stop without sounding rude so he just waited until he was finally done before hurrying back to his girlfriend. 
He expected her to either still be in the shower or to be waiting for him in the living room, resting like they had talked about after she fainted but she was the most stubborn person Oscar knew. That’s why he wasn’t exactly surprised when he found her back to her studying spot with her headphones only wearing one of his mclaren hoodies. 
-“ I thought we said no more studying for today ?” Oscar scolded her gently
-“ I know but I can’t just stop like that. I need to finish this part and then I can rest for a few hours.”
-“ Baby you fainted, that means your body is exhausted and you shouldn’t put yourself through this.” 
-“ I don’t have a choice, Oscar. The exam is coming up and I need to finish this paper too. I can’t just decide to take the day off because my stupid body decided to betray me.” she spat in one breath, feeling her heartbeat quicken just thinking of the ton of stuff she still had to do 
-“ Alright, just breathe please. You can definitely afford to rest for today. I know you and I know you’re capable of doing what you have left before the due date. Just come lie down with me for a bit while we eat.” 
-“ You don’t know that for sure. I can’t afford to take such a risk.” 
-“ Baby, please.” he pleaded, feeling how she was getting more worked up by the second
-“ I said no, Oscar !” she said through gritted teeth, trying not to raise her voice 
-“ Why can’t you just slow down for a second ? What’s the worst that can happen if you let go a little.”
-“ Slow down ? That’s rich coming from you mister always running around the entire globe to drive at 300kph.” she cringed at how high pitched her voice was getting
-“ You know that’s not what I meant, y/n.” 
-“ Then what did you mean because I clearly don’t get why you’re getting in my way here.” 
-“ I only meant that you’re going to tire yourself out over some homework and that it can’t be healthy.”
-“  I’m sorry ? Some homework ?!” she scoffed loudly “ This is the last class I need to have my diploma, if I fail it, I can say goodbye to my dream job. Don’t belittle what I do because you don’t understand it.” 
-“ That’s not how I meant it, y/n. I’m just worried about you.”
-“ I didn’t ask you to be, in fact I didn’t even ask you to be here. You were supposed to be away doing your stupid job while I was here studying on my own but no you just had to come back and tempt me with ideas of relaxing and hanging out with you when you know I can’t. I can’t just decide to go away and take a break because I miss my partner. Some of us have real jobs and they can’t run away whenever they want to, Oscar.”  she finally lost it, her eyes filling with tears as she realised what she had said
-“ Wow, hum alright. I think I’m just going to go outside for a bit.” Oscar muttered, grabbing his car keys and turning around as quickly as he could
As soon as she heard the door close, y/n broke down crying in the middle of the room. She hadn’t meant to snap at him, she knew he just cared about her and most of all, she didn’t think anything she said was true.
She knew how hard Oscar had worked to get to where he was now and she was so proud of how far he had come. She loved that he was able to do something he loved as his job and how he always made time in his busy schedule to either fly her to where he was staying or fly back home to see her. 
In all honesty, she had been missing him so much lately and all she wanted to was take a break and seek comfort in his arms but she couldn’t help the anxiety and the guilt that kicked in whenever she stopped studying even for a second. She had been staying up late and waking up at the crack of dawn for a week now, studying as much as she could before she had to attend classes. She barely had time to eat and she couldn’t remember the last time she had a decent meal. 
The mere thought of having hurt Oscar was filling her with guilt and she wished there was something she could do to take it back. She was so tired of feeling like this and right now it felt like she had pushed away the only person she wanted to comfort her. 
When Oscar opened the door half an hour later, he didn’t expect his girlfriend to come running to the door and then stop in her tracks the moment her eyes met his. She tried to open her mouth but tears started falling again and she was struggling to take a full breath. The sight tore Oscar’s hurt and he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her head against his chest. 
-“ It’s okay, baby. Just let go, I’m here.” he whispered, tracing circles on her back
-“ I’m sorry, Oscar. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said. I–”
-“ I know, it’s okay. It’s already forgotten.”  
-“ It’s not okay. You didn’t deserve to hear that.” she sniffled, looking at him in the eyes “ I love what you do and I’m really happy you’re here. I’m sorry if I made you feel like it wasn’t the case. It’s no excuse but I’m frankly exhausted and you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
-“ Thank you for apologising. It’s forgiven and I promise you I’m not mad or anything.”
-“ You’re sure ?” 
-“ Yes, I wasn’t mad earlier. I was a bit hurt and I knew you needed time to calm down before we could have a discussion so I just went to the store to buy brownies and ice cream.” 
-“ That’s so sweet, Oscar, stop.” she said, feeling her voice shake slightly
-“ I was thinking we could take a proper break and eat in front of a movie. Then if you still want to work, I could help you study and after that we could take a bath ? How does that sound ?” 
-“ I love you so much.”
-“ Is that a yes ?” Oscar teased, smiling as he heard her laugh
-“ Yes it is.” she said, as he grabbed her hand and guided her towards the living room where the food was still waiting for them
-“ y/n ?” 
-“ yes ?” 
-“ I love you too.” 
-“ I know, now come here.” she smiled again, wrapping her arms behind his neck before pulling him down to kiss him properly 
Oscar hadn’t been sure of it at first but coming back home was the best choice he ever made for the both of them. They missed each other too much to wait a whole month to be together when they needed the other’s presence that badly.
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ikilledjoffery · 1 year
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Could you do an Aemond fic? Reader is the daughter of rhaenyra and Harwin. She was close with Aemond until the events in Driftmark. Something about the events of episode 8 when they see each other and interact again and that pull of feelings is still there!
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“You did not defend me!” Aemond yelled in your face as he stood in front of you, his eyes now stitched completely shut, the skin swollen and red from soreness and sensitivity. 
“What was I to do Aemond? How was I to help? I don’t wield a weapon and I don’t have foresight. I did not know Luke would do such a thing!” You whisper yelled back at him feeling terribly sorry over his eye, it had stung you badly to hear him scream out when his eye was cut. 
“You stood back and let me fight alone, I do not speak of foresight, I speak of the time in which it was happening.” Aemond turned his back to you as he ran through the last thing he saw. He had stood with the rock in his hand gazing upon everyone including you. You stood there looking at the ground next to your shoe, shaking ever so slightly as the chaos got much more intense. You hadn’t made even the slightest bit of eye contact with him, especially not after he had called your brothers bastards. If he hadn’t stared at you for as long as he did he might not have had the same fate. 
“I apologize, Aemond.” You weren’t sure what else to say to the boy, you weren’t even sure what had all conspired. You didn’t know who was right and who was wrong, but you did know that you truly cared for Aemond and that he cared for you all the same. 
“You apologize? Apologize!” He shouted and turned around red in the face, his well eye filled with tears as he balled his fists up where they laid, “My eye is gone! What maiden will want to marry me? How will I learn anything properly? I am going to look incapable of doing anything.” Aemond took strides towards you pointing between himself and numbering off the points he was making. 
“I would marry you.” Aemond scoffed and shook his head, “You are intelligent Aemond, you will not be treated any differently, you will learn the same as anyone else, and you will be just as capable.” Now it was your turn to take steps forward to which he stood completely still. 
“Yes, because I was meant to marry a bastard.”  He spit the words in your face and looked down at you, his chest heaving, “I am prominently aware of the fact that I am the spare prince, but that does not drop me low enough to marry you.” Aemond did not feel truly mean until moments after he had said that as you stood ready to cry in front of him.
“You don’t mean this, you are just upset, and rightfully so.” Admitting that the boy you had grown up with and grew to feel for would never marry you or never even considered it made you feel like you could just scream until your throat turned so sore you could no longer speak. 
There was silence that fell over the two of you as you stood so close in proximity but with such an energy that neither of you had ever had between the two of you. You had been angry at each other before, yes, but never like this. Never had either of you denied one another. Never had either of you had ever hurt one another. 
“Was I wrong?” Aemond spoke up as he watched you stare down at your feet again, something about your inability to face him made him incredibly angry. 
“Wrong about what?” He could barely hear what you had said and probably wouldn’t have had any idea what you were saying if you weren’t standing so close in proximity. 
“The dragon. Was I wrong to claim Vhagar?” His tone sounded the same but his volume had settled as he not-so-patiently awaited a response from you. 
“Aemond, it’s not my place-” Before you could finish your sentence you felt his hand come around your neck, his fingers pressed underneath your jaw forcing you to look up at him. 
“I didn’t ask what your place was. I asked if I was wrong.” Both of your chests were heaving as you felt his grip on your face tighten. 
“I don’t know Aemond. I-” He let you go and instead slammed his fist into the nearest wall which was not far from him at all. 
“You wanna be one with your whore mother, bastard siblings, and my moron father then be my guest! But you are nothing to me.” With that his boots traveled quickly and harshly as they slammed into the ground. The echo of that was much stronger than that of the door that was slammed shut as you stood there holding yourself in tears. 
“Come on Y/n.” Jace shook you as you sat still looking out of the carriage at King’s Landing. That was the last real memory you had there, everything that followed was truly a blur. 
“What’s wrong with you?” Luke was now looking at you as well watching as you adjusted your skirt and exited the carriage without speaking a word to either of them. 
You felt ill and dizzy the moment you had stepped onto the land, nothing about it felt right anymore and you hadn’t thought of the night you had with Aemond in quite a long time. You were hoping not to see him, to not have to make eye contact with him let alone speak with him again. Keeping a smile on your face you continued to walk through the castle with your brothers who were talking to one another about how they disliked the decorum. As it was your duty to keep a watchful eye over them, you aimlessly followed them out the door as they made a bet on whether a dent in stone still remained outside. Something in your gut started to spin around and tie knots together, making it almost impossible to not be sick as you walked down the stairs, the boys ran ahead of you laughing. 
“See? I told you this would still be here.” Jace ran over to the wall that connected the doors and placed his hand on the stone in question, “And you thought you could swing Criston’s morningstar. Almost took your own head off.” 
You could see Luke becoming a bit more jumpy than usual, his eyes wandered every which way and rightfully so. Because every word being spoken, every gaze in the yard, and every person in the balconies was talking of the three of you. But especially Luke, as he was the issue in question. 
“Hey, it’s alright, they can’t take anything away from you. It’s not about your bloodline, it’s about what you choose to do with it that matters.” You spoke to your brother kindly as the other one touched a sword and smiled at the piece of metal. 
There were men fighting in corners, smacking swords against one another, learning their footing. But one corner had gathered quite the crowd, to which drew your brother's attention. Taking you and Luke by the shoulders gently, Jace walked the two of you over to the little corner. 
“Cmon.” Eyes followed as the three of you ran over to the circle and began to watch as the fight continued, you felt slightly ill at the sight of silver white hair being flung over one's shoulder. And even thought the chances were little to none you thought that maybe it could be Aegon. 
As you stood in front of Jace you felt yourself teetering back and forth almost falling over each time, you still looked down but ahead at the other people who were cheering and vocally calling out the direction in which the match was going. 
“You okay?” You hadn’t heard Jace speak before he touched your shoulder which almost got him smacked across the face had your impulse not have remembered that he was the one behind you. Aemonds shield had just been knocked and broken to the ground. But he remained physically confident, still swinging his sword around and landing on his feet. The way he moved his body lower to the ground and pointed his sword gave you a better look at him. You felt like you were being drowned as your lungs burned. There was no air to take from around you, he had it all. 
“I’m fine, I wish to go back inside.” With a whisper you leaned backwards to tell Jace as the match wrapped up, Criston and Aemond spoke a few words before Aemond spoke to your group. 
“Nephews, have you come to train?”  He was now looking down upon the three of you, but completely ignored your presence though you stood the closest to him. Before any of you could speak to one another the gates opened and those from Driftmark appeared and began to walk through your area. 
The rest of the day was pure chaos, a petition for Driftmark was sorted and ended with bloodshed as did every family dispute. But then your grandfather proposed a dinner with your entire family together. Something about that did not settle well with you as you knew that if Alicent had any hand in this that she would sit the two of you next to each other. Of course she did so to not cause any further conflict, but did not know of the fight you had previous to this day. Otto would have done the same thing seeing as to how stress would only further hinder the king's surviving state. Seeing as to how your mother and her husband had no upper hand here other than Viserys the chances of you having to speak with him again were high. 
“You pace loudly.” Helaena appeared to your left as you had been moving in lines for quite some time as you digested more truths of the day and what could become truth. 
“In my current predicament it’s hard to avoid allowing the body a release of energy.” You kept your eyes to the wall as you halted your movement. 
“Hm.” She stood near you and tipped her head as she stared you down. “I may be a quiet sense of happiness, sadness, or fear to many. I can be shown and sometimes just be gone, but I always come back before it’s too long.” 
“What?” Before she could answer you the door that opened to allow Helaena in opened once more as one of the handmaidens walked in to speak to both of you. 
“Dinner is prepared and both of your presences are required immediately.” She spoke quickly and did not move her hands from in front of her, even as she walked away. 
“What does that mean Helaena?” You whispered as the two of you walked side by side down the hallway. Guards walked behind and in front of the two of you. 
“You will soon see.” She whispered back before you reached your designated destination meeting the twins who stood in front of you. 
The twins in front of you seemed like more of a warning seeing as to how opposite of them also standing in front were your brothers. Not being all that tall, you couldn’t see past those in front of you to see which side Aemond was on. But now either way you were not going to enjoy dinner, Aegon would mindlessly flirt and act foolish regardless of the reprimands he would be given. What would Aemond do? Hopefully ignore you and not make your evening any harder than the day was. 
“Welcome everyone, as put together by King Viserys everyone is in attendance, you may be seated.” Though you couldn’t see Alicent you could hear her, and that was enough to further agitate the feelings you had. She seated herself as did your mother and Daemon, but the others mixed and mingled with one another. 
“Did you know this was going to happen?” Luke had come across the room to speak with you as your brothers had picked and prodded at you all day. 
“No Luke.” You scoffed and looked away from him, you didn’t want to have to face anyone at the moment.
“Then why were you being so weird earlier?” Luke did not care that you had shown absolutely no interest in what he had to say. He wanted to get to the bottom of all of this. 
“I was not being weird, now go be seated where you have been told to sit.” You raised your voice slightly at the end which gained some attention from around the room. 
Luke walked away from you after that and did in fact return to the general area in which he was to be seated, as you shook your head and walked away you found your own seat and sat down. You would at least follow the instructions you did not wanna take from a woman you were not all that fond of.
As the food began to be presented more of them began to seat themselves, you didn’t dare turn your head as you heard the chair next to you be pulled out and sat in. All you knew was that it wasn’t Rhaena or Luke, both of which were already fully seated directly where you stared. Alicent rose as did everyone when the king was presented to the table sat between his daughter and his wife as to say that he was the fix of the division between everyone. 
Once everyone was seated again Alicent led a prayer and then the toasting began, which started with the king telling everyone of marriages and the decision of Driftmark. 
“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table.” The king continued as he slowly rose from his chair, unable to catch his own breath even with such little movement, “The faces most dear to me in all the world, yet grown so far apart in the past years.” 
You could feel yourself being glanced at so you did the same, that was when you recognized the strap of an eye patch crossing through white hair. Of course that’s the person who would look to you when hearing of the past. Vierys was now almost fully upright as he began to pull on his own patch that covered half of his face. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect but the moment he pulled it all the way off you held onto the base of your seat just a little bit tighter. Aemond snickered under his breath at the sight. 
“Something funny about your dying father?” You whispered at him, your nerves were calmed knowing that in some way he had not grown up from your last encounter.
“If you wanted to hold onto something all you had to do was ask.” Aemond whispered back before grabbing your hand harshly from where it clung to the seat and held it in his own much too tightly. 
“As I recall that would be untrue.” Just as quickly as they had disappeared your nerves reappeared. He showed no sign of releasing his grip and something about holding his hand once more felt like watching Vaemond get slaughtered. Scary, shocking, and comforting all the same. 
Aemond did not speak another word, but did not let go of your hand all the same as your two mothers professed their appreciation and admiration for one another. Even as they wrapped up, prompting everyone to grab their cups, he used his non-dominant hand to keep his grip on you. The two of you watched as Aegon finished his drink and rose for another wedging himself between Baela and Jace to get more. 
“Aemond, what is the meaning of this?” You looked directly at him as he looked ahead, not making even slight eye contact with you. “You professed your hate, you told me everything I needed to hear.” Aemond did not give your questions any response as he soon released your hand and stood up as your brother also stood. 
Jace and Aemond made brief eye contact before Jace proceeded to pretend like his rising was for a toast. He did in fact continue to give a toast to his uncles and about their shared memories that he cherished. But Aemond did not stand down nor sit down. His gaze did not falter at your brother. Something about that made you wish the two of you would’ve stayed closer, so that if Aemond were to begin to make a bad choice you wouldn’t be a possible candidate for his violence but rather a person he rallies behind him to keep safe. As Halaena rose, Aemond sat back down, almost disappointed in the fact that no fight broke out between the two of them. 
“It isn’t so bad, mostly he just ignores you, except sometimes when he is drunk.” She awkwardly looked around the room as her reassurance did not come off as such but rather a sad truth that she had a bad marriage, furthermore that Aegon was a shitty husband. 
“Is that the happiness you now feel?” Aemond whispered your way as his father requested some music clearly not wanting anymore declarations for toasts. 
“I am not married nor am I to be married. Unlike my brothers I was not a part of a deal.” Unlike Aemond you gave him a quick and honest response to his question. “Not shocked are you? Like you said, no one would marry a bastard. Daemon has no son old enough to marry me to, so until a miracle happens I suppose I am left without a husband.” Aemond was now staring directly at you as you spoke to him. 
You didn’t care enough to give him so much as a look, rather you watched as your brother put his hand out to take Helaena ’s offering her a dance. No hunger resided inside of you as you sat completely still. 
“You will be married,” Aemond reached for his cup once more, “Your hand is mine, as it always has been.” He took a drink and pretended like his previous question did not exist. 
“My hand was yours, but now unless it is forced upon me you are not entitled to my hand.”  Though denying him felt like a needle to the chest you had to remember how badly it had hurt you the first time he decided to be angry with you. But now that he was older and stronger you could only imagine what his anger would do. 
“Unlike my brother, I do not force women to do anything.” Aemond spoke facing you, the two of you were now making real eye contact. “I also know that your parents would rather see you hung than marry me.” 
“Well, I’m glad you’ve got that settled.” You weren’t sure where he was going with that but did not want him to continue. 
“Indeed, though, I cannot help feel that you are lying to me about your hand.” His eye jumped around your body scanning you completely over. 
“What would ever give you that impression?” You laughed in his face and shook your head while also blindly grabbing your cup and taking a drink out of it. 
“Your nervous behavior all day, the lack of fight you put up when I grabbed your hand, and the way you have continued to look at me throughout this conversation.” He copied what you had done after he finished speaking. 
“So then take me, Aemond.” You angrily jested toward him and turned to get more wine for your cup. When a cooked pig sat in the middle of the table and Luke began to snicker. Which was immediately recognized by Aemond who popped up from his seat cup in hand, 
“To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffery. Each of them handsome, wise,” You could feel what you had drank boiling up into your throat knowing exactly where Aemond was about to take his toast, “strong.” 
“Aemond.” Alicent attempted to shortly and quietly reprimand her son before he continued on. 
“Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.” Aemonds eye was so wide it could’ve popped from his face. Your brother Luke looked at you up and down as if you had automatically taken his side just by sitting next to him. 
“I dare you to say that again.” Jace piped up and you shook your head beginning to rise, not that you could stop Aemond but possibly Jace as he was your brother and oftentimes kinder than most. 
“Why? Twas’ only a compliment.” Aemond defended his words as you stood all the way up next to him, now both of your brothers looked at you. “Do you not think yourself Strong?” Aemond walked past you as Jace quickly approached the two of you. Before you could get a word in edgewise Jace slapped Aemond. 
“Jace!” You then realized you had just reprimanded your brother rather than Aemond as your mother told him to stop as well. Across the room Aegon slammed Luke’s head into the table. Chaos began to break out and you took two steps back from where Aemond stood, from earlier you could tell his stance was that of a fight. 
With only one arm Aemond reached out and shoved Jace to the ground with ease, and Jace could not even catch himself as he hit the ground. Before he could pop up and do anything to Aemond guards prevented Luke and Jace from doing anything else. 
“Why would you say such a thing before these people?” Alicent cut in front of you to speak to her son. 
“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother.” Aemond responded, “Mm, though it seems my nephews aren’t as proud of theirs.” He pulled his arm from his mothers grip, took off away from her, and she turned to face you as if to say do something. 
“Wait. Wait!” Daemon jumped into the middle of what was about to be a nasty fight which stopped Aemond before you could do anything. But then you realized that you were standing next to Alicent and Aemond, rather than your family who stood cornered together. 
Daemon looked between you and Aemond with a small smile on his face as Aemond turned to you, stood still looking at you for only a moment before walking away. To which you followed him down the hallway, Daemon did not stop you. 
“Aemond! Why did you do that?” You grabbed his bicep, he could’ve torn away from you, rather he turned to face you. 
“Humor, just as it was humorous for them to give me a pig.” He was straight faced and stared down at you. 
“That was not funny and neither was that. Nothing about the four of you acting like that towards one another is funny.” You took a step closer to him with a sigh, not moving your hand from where it was placed. 
“You sided with them on the pig before.” Aemond commented, more saddened than angry even though he pretended to have a mean exterior about the past situation. Though he wouldn’t normally hold something like this so close to him, this incident and the one that cost him his eye were the things that created the massive rift between the two of you. 
“I took no sides, Aemond, I could not justify turning my back on my family just as I could not justify turning against you and finding such a cruel joke funny.” Looking up at him his gaze softened just a bit as you spoke to him. 
“Vhagar chose you, she is not property, never was never will be. She chose you as her rider, you rightfully claimed her. Though the timing was not the time to do so, that does not make what they did to you right.” You had many years to think about the situation that had happened before the fight. You had never told anyone how you felt about it or what you thought until that moment with the person whom it concerned the most. 
“This is when you chose to tell me this?” His chest heaved and his jaw was so tight that if someone punched him their hand would’ve hurt. 
“What better time than now? I haven’t had the opportunity to see you since then.” Your other hand moved to touch him the same way your other hand was.
“Fine then.” He pulled his arms away from you before taking your hand and in doing so took the lead of your walk down the hallway…
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junggunz · 10 months
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35, 21, 8. I can see this scenario being Boss x Assistant (here the option of character: Gun, DG, Samuel, Eli, Taesoo or Hudson)
“Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear.  Trying to tell me something?” + “Go and lock the door for me.  I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.” + “You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder.”
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Hudson wasn’t an idiot; he knew that from day one, you’ve been vying for his attention. It starts off tame with longing glances, lingering in his presence, and giving him the occasional suggestive smile. When he doesn’t reprimand you for your less than professional behavior, you continue to up the ante, wanting to know how far you can take it before he finally cracks.
It’s not very often that Hudson is able to get any alone time with you despite you being his personal assistant. So, as you’re in his office tidying up, all inhibitions are out the door when he catches sight of you bending over in that skin tight pencil skirt that leaves little to the imagination. Ogling at your ass for a bit before he slowly stalks toward you, a rough hand goes to fondle the plump flesh through your clothes.
“Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?” Hudson questions mockingly, his palm roaming over your butt without any shame, trying to feel for a pantyline. A flirtatious giggle falls from you before you stand up straight, turning to face him. 
“I’ve been trying to get my message across ever since we met, silly.” You tell him, moving in closer to him only for him to sidestep you; making you look at him confused. For a split second, you think he’s finally had enough of your antics until you hear the words that leave him next. 
“Go and lock the door for me.  I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.” He orders you in a stern voice, walking away from you until the task is completed. Not wanting to waste anymore time playing cat and mouse, once the door of his office is locked, you find yourself on Hudson’s lap with your skirt bunched around your waist while his hands are guiding your hips, frantically bouncing you on his dick while he thrusts up into you. His leather office chair squeaks under your combined weight paired with all the movement happening but those sounds make as much of an impact as the light hum of the fluorescent lights above your head considering how loud your salacious moans are.  “You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder.” He warns you, chuckling darkly as he notices how you were already struggling to hold on to your sanity while his cock pummels into your warm pussy, reaching the deepest parts of your walls in this position. Tears well up in your eyes as his length presses into the sensitive bundle of nerves within you, your fingertips digging into the fabric of his dress shirt and wrinkling it. Head lolled back in pleasure, your teeth catch your bottom lip as an attempt to keep your noises under control, pathetic whimpers continue to bubble in your throat.
Truly a sight for sore eyes, Hudson loves the sight of you looking so disheveled and desperate while he fucks you. With how desperate you were to get off, it gets to a point where he no longer needs to guide your movements. All on your own, you pick your hips up and drop them on to his length; your pace senseless and ragged, paying no mind to your thighs that quiver every time he bottoms out. With how slick your walls were, it’s not hard to maintain the erratic tempo the two of you create together. As you tirelessly chase after your own climax, the mere satisfaction of finally being able to bang your hot boss fills you with an unbeatable sense of pleasure.
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an: SOBBING ACTUAL TEARS. YOU'RE SO MEAN FOR CHOOSING A BUNCH OF DADDIES AND GIVING ME A WINNING COMBINATION OF NUMBERS. i literally had to use a randomizer to pick a character. but thanks for sending in some numbers hehehe.
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itsclydebitches · 9 months
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I’ve recently joined the Twitter RWBY fandom(a horrible choice, really) and a lot of them hold this regard that Ironwood being a Military Man aswell as Atlas Academy being a pipeline to the Military being foreshadowing and, I can’t really understand that? No where in the show is any of that implied as bad. I was thinking about it a little bit and came to the inclusion that despite Remnant’s worldbuilding calling for a positive outlook on the military, because this is an American anime mostly 1/2
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I've thought the same for awhile now, anon. RWBY, for all its many pitfalls, is trying to be a progressive show and that includes taking a hard, critical stance against military might—an argument that, yes, is very much born of America's history. I'm not going to turn this ask into a history lesson (one I'm by no means an expert on anyway), but suffice to say there's indeed a lot to criticize and thus it's no surprise that the queer friendly, unity-focused, American show about an individual "simple soul" would want to paint militarism in a negative light.
Personally, I've got no problem with that thesis. That's actually a show that I would love to watch. Thus, the problem is not RWBY taking a hard stance against a fictional military, it's—as you say—its failure to convey why Remnant's military is worthy of criticism. The work is simply not there. I could write you a novel-length meta on all the ways RWBY dropped the ball in that regard, starting with the world building question of, "Why is a military seen as oppressive when they exist to fight souless monsters instead of other people?" through "Not a single detail in RWBY implies that people are coerced, manipulated, or left behind once they align themselves with the military," circling around, "You spent six Volumes writing Ironwood as a flawed hero, gave us a few episodes as a misguided antagonist, and then a few hours in-world as a villain," straight on through to, "The group coming upon Atlas' battleships is meant to exist as a stand-alone argument of evilness—look at what Ironwood has done in the name of safety!—which is a problem all on its own, but the same image of battleships hovering over Vacuo is meant to exist as a stand-alone argument of celebratory unity and do you see how that doesn't work?"
RWBY wanted to write an anti-military story. They did not write an anti-military story until Volume 8, by which time it was WAY too late to undermine all the positive implications and unanswered questions we'd gotten. However, many viewers—particularly American viewers—picked up on those not-so-subtle hints (hi there, cartoon Ironwood) and ran backwards with the argument, ignoring everything that didn't support it in previous Volumes, or, in a few extreme cases, outright lying about what happened in the show until portions of the fandom heard it often enough that they started misremembering things. Then they passed those simplistic, inaccurate readings on, all of which is exacerbated by many viewers' real feelings towards the military and the knee-jerk assumptions they have if others appear to be promoting it. Even if "promoting it" just means saying something like, "This fictional character in this radically different fantasy world maybe isn't pure evil because the show forgot to establish why creating the means to destroy the literal non-metaphorical monsters is a bad thing."
Which is why it's so difficult to discuss RWBY's failure in this regard because the fan at the other end of the conversation has to acknowledge the nuance of, "Yes, I personally agree with this thesis, but it's a thesis that doesn't exist in RWBY. I'm not arguing that dictators are good, actually, I'm arguing that Ironwood never was one." The moment you talk about anything related to Atlas, Ironwood, their military, etc. and by extension start discussing the ways in which the show canonically wrote those all these as positives in Volumes 1-7, or at the worst flawed necessities, many fans simply jump to, "Oh, so you're okay with Ironwood shooting minorities? Got it." Most in RWDE (that I've come across, anyway) are discussing the depiction of the military within the show—what actually wound up on screen, regardless of the writers' intentions and regardless of our own, irl politics. In contrast, most non-RWDE fans are discussing what the military is meant to represent irl, despite the fact that this representation fails on nearly every level and, as a result, doesn't really exist. That's a huge disconnect that I doubt the fandom will ever get past, especially when these subjects hit close to home for so many and, frankly, it's far easier to toss out accusations that imply a real-life failing than it is to acknowledge that a favorite show is not only badly written, but thoroughly bungled a subject you deeply care about. (Insert the same problem with RWBY's queer rep here.)
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chaostudee · 2 years
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pairing : rafe cameron x female reader summary : rafe messes up leaving your relationship in pieces, now all he wants is forgiveness and to call you his once again. warnings : angst , swearing. words : 3.5k extras : not proofread, lowercase intended. a/n : i love him so much he's just so....ugh, also tysm for all the love on my last post..... anyways enjoy x
rafe cameron had always been your destiny. from the moment that you were introduced you knew that you wouldn't stop until you made that boy yours. it seemed it wouldn't be too difficult since he craved the same intentions. he desired you.
at first sarah tried to persuade you in diverting your longing for the eldest cameron yet her words just increased your pining. even though she outlined his excessive drug usage and his fuck-boy reputation, you wanted more to relieve him of these problems. you could give him the love that he truly deserved though that he never received.
displeased with the lack of response to the extensive repelling of her brother sarah tried to prevent the the two of you from encountering yet failed once again in that regard.
it was new years eve that changed everything for the better and gave sarah a new perspective into the undesired need for her meddling. truthfully speaking she was not wholly against the two of you, rather just the risk of losing you to a boy.
new years eve at the camerons was a tradition that involved the residents of figure 8 gathering to drink and to talk about business and whatnot, awaiting for the ball to drop.
you dreaded the day every year but were glad to have sarah accompany you though it seemed that this year would outshine the rest.
the table held about approximately twenty persons with the allowance of mere inches between each spacing. you had chosen your usual seating, beside sarah.
"don't be mad" sarah whispers adjusting the napkin on her lap as you are all awaiting the meal "i'm leaving after this". looking up from her lap she tucks a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear sending an apologetic look. she hated this yearly meeting just as much as you so it seemed that allowing herself leave would be a reward.
"where are you going?" you ask using the same level of volume in your speech, your hand secure under the brim of the glass. it not so much that it angered you that sarah was leaving to your lonesome but the fact that she hadn't given a reasoning.
as of late she had been distant, disappearing and apparently too occupied with her own self pleasure than to be in vicinty of yours truly.
"um...." she hesitates as her cheeks turn scarlet. she was definitely hiding something. "she's going to see john b" wheezie says, from the other seat beside you not even looking up from the screen of her phone.
you gasp and turn to look at sarah, clearly not denying wheezie's words, instead taking a sip from her glass and trailing her eyes elsewhere as though she hadn't just been called out. "seriously?" you pause as you try to process it, "john b, really?". john b was known to most on kildare island and he was not seen in a positive view even so you were glad that your friend had found someone.
sarah rolls her eyes but a smile is now etched upon her rosy lips. you shake your head in disbelief, that she could keep something like this from something this life altering.
"wait are you guys like together?" you ask her suddenly becoming quite interested in the position of her relationship with john b.
"sarah has a boyfriend?". the voice you hear sounds strangely familiar and you look to your left only to find rafe standing behind wheezie's chair. he has his hands placed on the back of the chair, his rings sparkling in the chandelier glow, he never did seem to go anywhere without them in his possession, you had noticed this from observation.
"topper is going to be so pissed" rafe chuckles to himself as she runs the palm of the hand over his face. although the two had ended their relationship topper couldn't come to the realization that it was over.
rafe is wearing a suit, something that you rarely see him wear, he's not a fan of fancy attire nor are you, at least you have that in common with one another.
tonight you and sarah had decided to coordinate your outfits, both of you had decided to wear navy. she wearing a flowy frock beaded with pearls, you wore something similar though your dress was very tight fitting a dislikeable feature. sarah had insisted that you wear the dress saying that "sometimes you have to suffer for your beauty". her motto.
now noticing your presence rafe sends you a small smile before releasing his grip from the chair and heading off to where topper and kelce were calling him over. they too were wearing some fancy ass clothing. there was something funny about that.
as rafe walked away it was hard for you to keep your eyes off him, though you rarely talked and sarah strongely forbade it you held a strange attraction towards the eldest cameron.
"girl-". sarah gives you a kick from under the table due to her extensive staring. "stay focused" she warns with a stern glare but you can tell that she is just messing with you and she then just chuckles to herself as your eyes drift back to him.
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it wasn't long before the meal had been served and then devoured by the guests in the matter of a half an hour. sarah had decided to stick around for the meal but it now seemed that she would be making her disappearance after. great.
"i hate you" you tell her, rolling your eyes and folding your arms across your chest. you didn't really mean it but she knew that.
the two of you are stood in the echoey hallway, sarah with her heels in hand. it was her desire to leave unnoticed and hopefully unheard.
"love you too babes" she says as she once again checks her phone. john b had apparently informed her that he would contact her when he arrived.
her head lifts upwards once she sees flashing lights from outside, torch lights. it seemed that john b wanted to be secretive in his arrival.
sarah turns back to you, reaching out for the handle. "be safe" you blurt out causing her to hesitate. "i always-". once she realizes that you were referencing a whole other topic she scoffed to herself, giving you a soldiers salute before slipping out the door. unnoticed and unheard.
"where is she going?". you shut your eyes shut thinking that it would provide you invisibility. super powers would be very convenient at that moment in time.
slowly turning on your heel, rafe stands in front of you, alone. "um she had a um thing" you tell him hoping that he wouldn't notice your inability to lie successfully. it wasn't just the fact that the truth was weighed on your shoulders but also that here you were with rafe cameron. alone, unsupervised meaning that you were the one who was going to be responsible for any wrongdoing.
he raises his eyebrows clearly not buying this lie, you couldn't blame him. "um where is kelce and topper?" you ask him wanting to not just discuss the matter of sarah's whereabouts though the topic didn't stray far from such.
rafe looks at you for a moment, not just meeting your eye line but in the way he would look at a girl that well....you know. to avoid him noticing the heating of your cheeks you turn to look downwards, pretending to examine the contents of your handbag.
"i don't know i guess they're around here somewhere hooking up". rafe shrugs as if its no big deal. this must be his tradition. having said that it seemed that he had decided to not partake this year since he was here conversing with you.
you nod. awkward silence. "um i think i'm going to go...". you point to the other exit down the opposite hallway. he nods alike you had earlier, not objective to this at it was clear there was not much else to discuss.
whilst walking past him, your shoulder skims off his due to his departure at the same time, this allows your purse to slip from your grip, tumbling to the floor.
"shit sorry" you mumble, bending downwards to pick it up. he too had decided to do the same, the gentlemanly decision. in saying this being that close to him, his hand practically a centimetre away from your own your heart clenched.
you meet his eye line, his hand placed on your purse, your hand stuck there also, unable to move. his eyes meet yours before skimming down to your lips then back up to your eyes.
your heart began to pound in your chest, louder than earlier. a heat hung in the air and you wondered if he felt it too as you both crouched in the hallway of the cameron household. you both seemed content with your presence with one another.
it all happened so quickly before he pressed his lips against yours. "fuck it" he whispered as he smashed his lips against your own nearly knocking you over in the process. the kiss displayed everything you felt for him, passion and most importantly, longing. one thing led to another and you ended spending the night with him.
as you lay beside the sleeping boy with the sheet tugged tightly around your body you pick up your phone from the nightstand. tapping into sarah's contact name you smile to yourself as you compose your text to her. "so some shit happened ;)". at that was it that was how you came to fall in love with rafe cameron. though in the beginning it seemed like a fever dream it wasn't long until sarah's assumptions proved his toxicity.
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you sigh to yourself as you look up at the clock framed on the wall. half past eight. you had said seven and he had agreed. he had promised. promised to buy your flowers, promised to make it up to you but here you are sitting alone at a table whilst the waiter sends you apologetic looks.
once again he had broken his promise. once again he had stood you up. once again he had taken advantage of your second chances.
it is clear that you have been stood up by the glances and the whispering directed towards you. lately things with rafe have been precisely what sarah had predicted but there was no way that you could discuss this would her. you would not let her have the satisfaction in knowing that she was right.
another sigh escapes your lips, an exasperated one as you turn to the entrance because maybe there is a partial hope into his arrival. not only had he been disloyal as of late but also distant. it was rare that you even spoke.
picking up your purse from the table and dropping a twenty on the table for allowing you to stay you try to eliminate the stares as you make your way out the door.
for the outer banks it was a chilly night and without the usual comfort of rafe's coat around your shoulders you felt bare. maybe it was the fact that you felt that your relationship was over or maybe it was that the car was parked miles away or maybe it was because of the cold but a tear trailed down your cheek as you paced down the pavement.
almost immediately you wipe it from your cheek, finding it pathetic to even be crying on the street anyways. the street is quiet as is the road so once again when you feel the tears coming you just let them fall. even though this may be over a stupid boy you feel a reasoning to cry over him because he's your stupid boy.
a sound of a car approaching can be heard in the far off distance which deters you from walking this great distance any further. you wipe a few stray tears from your secret which you can guarantee has smudged your mascara also.
the car can no longer be heard so you rotate your view only to find a familiar face running towards you, jacket undone, tie loose. you catch his eye for a moment before disregarding him and carrying on.
"y/n" he calls out yet you just ignore him although there are a million things that you want to say to him but not here, not like this. "y/n" he says now coming to rest beside you giving you no other choice but to stop. he is out of breath now and raises his finger in the air to give him one minute. you scoff to yourself when you had in fact already given him plenty of time previously.
"i'm sorry" he says once he has regathered himself. noticing the mascara that had been ruined by your tears he looks crest fallen when he realizes that it is all his doing. "im sorry" he repeats, softer now.
"we're over rafe". you say it, you say exactly what had been nagging at you for weeks something that you had hoped would give you peace but after the words leave your mouth you regret them.
his face falls and then darkens. "what?" he pauses and when there is no response he laughs "you're leaving me? really? just when things are getting tough you decide to leave. you know what i kind of expected this i don't know why i'm even surprised. who would want a boyfriend who ditches her just to drown himself in alochol and get high and shit, i mean i don't blame you".
your throat closes up, your mouth dry. this is the first time that he had been real with you in months but now at an untimely moment. "you're drinking again?" you ask, your voice stern as you lock eyes with his. his eyes are filled with fury and rage as he looks at you. "as if you care" he mutters before taking a step back from you and turning on his heel.
"oh so now you're leaving me?!" you say as you feel tears brimming in your eyes. he stops for a second to turn to face you, his hands are in his pockets, his tie flying in the wind. "i guess i am". he allows himself a moment to take you all in before walking off before leaving you all alone on the street.
you force yourself to shove down all your emotions, until you reach the car at least and once you spot its red hue you feel a wave of relief. slipping into the drivers seat and resting your head on the head rest allows you to take a breather. your phone sticks visibly out of your bag and you bite down on your lip wondering if you should just give in. its not long before you dial the number. "hey....i need you".
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"babes he doesn't deserve you" sarah says whilst stroking your hair soothingly. once you had explained what happened she told you that she would meet you back at your house and you could talk. so you talked.
"please don't say i told you so" you begged her not to say those words, she just nodded and continued to allow you to cry in her arms which brings us up to this point in time.
"but he needs me" you tell her, remembering what he had said earlier sent a punch through your heart so you cowered in the crook of sarah's arms. she hated seeing you and even though she would never defend her brother in any scenario she madly wanted the two of you to receive a happy ending.
"girl you need to stop thinking about it, about him, lemme get you some ice-cream. okay?". sarah slowly releases you from her grip and hands you a pillow to rest your head. you smile at her gratefully for both offers. heading out to the kitchen sarah smirks to herself as she pulls the tub of ice-cream out from the freezer.
she knew right well that you disliked her meddling but to her it deemed necessary in this scenario. this scenario only. sarah picks up the phone and dials but she needn't have done so since the person she wanted to contact was the one stood on the other side of the door.
the doorbell rings. unusual at this time of the night and usually you never had much callers, besides rafe. although you were pleased with your position on the couch you discarded that to ease your curiosity on whom may be awaiting outside.
when rafe was found stood on the doorstep, a bouquet of roses in hand you were completely lost for words but you were glad that he spoke first, this time he didn't begin with an apology. "can i come in?"he asks softly looking up at you with pleading eyes. those fucking eyes.
you linger for a moment trying to decide on what to do but you know right well that either way you will give in. you nod pulling the door open fully, he knows where to go so you allow him to make himself comfortable as you shut the door. honestly you were shocked at his arrival but not truly pleased.
"oh hey...what are you doing here?". sarah comes into the kitchen holding the ice-cream she promised and two spoons. sarah looks between you and rafe and then back to rafe.
"i was just getting to that" rafe says whilst rubbing the back of his kneck, "could you you um...leave us?". sarah gives you a look to inquire on your feelings on this. you nod at her and she takes this as acceptance enough, retreating back to the kitchen.
"lets sit" you instruct him, pointing the couch that had been sodden with your tears only minutes earlier. you were trying to control your anger and trying to prevent further destruction between the two of you.
placing the flowers upon the coffee table rafe stays silent for a moment before beginning to rub his hands into his jeans. he did this often when he was nervous or stressed.
"okay, i've got a lot to say, a lot to account for and a lot to apologize so can you please just let me get true this before you say anything?"
"sure"
he nods and sucks in the corner of his cheek. "what i did was wrong, no unacceptable. no one should ever be treated the way i've been treating you...and i know there is no way that i can make it up to you and i know that you are no longer mine. i know that, i know all of it. i was tempted not to come here tonight but i knew i couldn't end it like that. even though there is little chance of you taking me back part of me hoped that you would take me back. part me knows that it is wrong of me to expect anything from you because you've given me everything. in the past few months i never thought somebody could ever mean this much to me and even accept me for the person i am. you have stood by me and the truth is during all the time that we've been apart i turn to alcohol and drugs but with you i needn't do that. you're enough, you're enough for me. even if you can never forgive me i utterly understand but please at least understand where i'm coming from."
you shake your head whilst biting down on your lip. this boy knows what he's doing. "i forgive you" you chuckle as you rub your nose in the back of your sleeve.
"what?" rafe says his eyes widened in disbelief. "well with a speech like that how could i not?" you say with a shrug. rafe laughs although you can clearly see the tears in his eyes as he runs his hand through his hair.
"so um...do you think..." he hesitates as he looks pleading but you know exactly what he is implying. your answer is not so simple. forgiving was easy but the process would be long, he would have to repent to his wrongdoings and by the looks of it he seemed willing.
"come here". you pull him closer to allow yourself to set his lips on yours. this kiss brought you back to first time that you allowed yourself to accept the fact that you were in love with him. now, still true. "yes" you pull away "i take you back".
he smiles as your foreheads touch one another his arms held around your waist and you wanted nothing more than for him to never let him go.
"so when's the wedding?". sarah stands against the frame of the doorway spooning a mouthful of ice-cream into her mouth.
"where you here the whole time...?" rafe asks pulling his head away from yours though still holding you securely in his posession.
"well, i mean most of it. damn rafe i didn't know you were such a softie. and y/n such a pushover". you laugh and so does he. nothing could make you happier than this moment for you now knew you would marry this man.
sarah saw the look of your face as you admired rafe and knew exactly what you were thinking. her best-friend and brother, what more could she ask for?
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doubleca5t · 1 year
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This might be a pull, since I'm unsure if you remember it, but do you still hold the stance that if Volume 9 drops the ball for you the way Volume 8 did, you'll be officially Done with RWBY?
Yeah I still pretty much feel that way lol
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immortaltaro · 9 months
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media thread post 2023
going to attempt to port over my media thread from twitter and use reblogs to update it
Avataro Sentai Donbrothers The Movie: Shin Hatsukoi Hero i enjoyed it more then the revice summer movie, shame like pretty much all mid series sentai movies its basically just an ep with a bigger budget
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2. Ultraman Decker
MUCH IMPROVED OVER TRIGGER IN LIKE EVERY AREA, INCLUDING ITS USE OF KENGO. only real complaint i have is them revealing the Spheres motivations minutes before they are destroyed but thats a fairly minor thing looking at the show as a whole
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3.ultraman: mystery of ultraseven
great stuff continuing the momentum of the last mini series, i do have issues with the ultra comic verse that dont get addressed, but regardless it was a great read, interested to see ma boi ace show up in whatever is next
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4.kingdom hearts dark road
one of my fav KH stories, elevating xehanort alot, giving insight into how his beliefs formed and i absolutely need this freed from its mobile prison and given the back cover treatment
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5. Ork #オーク
really cool, indy Toku production, it very impressive that this was filmed on an Iphone and goes this hard, well worth a watch, right now its free on youtube i recomed checking this out https://youtube.com/watch?v=GcibuY
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6. ultraman decker finale journey to beyond the movie
it was pretty good, if the main series is a 10 this is like an 8, pretty fun time.
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7.Avataro Sentai Donbrothers
i was sceptical as FUCK when this was announced, and inoue and the producer were saying how they wanted to make a sentai season that was a comedy drama aimed at 20somethings, but fuck did they land it. top 3 sentai seasons for sure. taro is my boi somethings like how under written murasame is, alot of the stuff with kijino and the zenkai gears turning into avataro gears plotline that was seemingly dropped ( if the Vs movie addresses this i take back the last one) bothered me, but as a whole i really liked this season
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8.Psyren (reread)
this series goes hard. i love the cast and i think more people should read this.
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9. Agents of mayhem - dropped got about 8/27 missions thought this. ITS ASS the cars feel awful, esthetical it wants to be overwatch soo bad. in the 4hrs 40mins i played enemies became spongy as shit and the second gat mission bugged turning 3 waves into infante boring and bland AND THATS NOT MENTIONED THE 1 MAJOR BOSS I FOUGHT THAT WAS JUST * puts up shield and summon turret* 3 TIMES THEN THEN BALL JOKE SEGMENT WHERE YOU SHOT ENERGY BALLS. THE BORDERLANDS TEIR REDDIT WRITING IS SO MIND NUMMING FUCK
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10.Dandan Tenshi Fanclub
this was pretty cool for a one shot
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11.Revice Forward: Kamen Rider Live & Evil & Demons
no "which ones the real one" plot is good. i screamed when they revealed the twist.
alot of the fanservice stuff i liked, like seeing that Hana opened her own detective agency in Blue birds basement was fun
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12.Dragon Ball Super: SUPER HERO
really enjoyed this,really liked all the lil toku nods what with the gammas two ultraman inspired androids thats do rider kicks. hope we can get more content thats not as goku/vegeta focused
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13.Luther: the fallen sun it was ok, i feel like it peaked with the jail brake.
the last 30mins brought it down for me
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14.Digimon Ghost game:
its pretty good when all is said and done, 90% of this show is very solid MOTW/horror mystery stories with all the cryptic build up they have been seeding since ep 1 being all burned thought in the last 3eps.defo feels like they were trying to set up a movie with that last second alien reveal too. since most of its stand alone mysteries, the humans done really feel like they grow much over the course of the show its still a very fun time like an 8/10 id say love gammamon, they baby
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15. coming out to my parents and telling them about @toni-the-oni
twas better then expected
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16. Reborn to Master the Blade: From Hero-King to Extraordinary Squire ♀ ( manga volumes 1-4 )
binged all 4 volumes in a couple hrs, this is a very fun series, interesting world building and Inglis as a MC is amazing and i love her
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17.Reborn to Master the Blade: From Hero-King to Extraordinary Squire ♀ (anime: season 1)
unsurprising i loved it ! i will say i liked the way the manga handled the content it covered more but this was still good,
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18. Oshi no ko (ep 1, its feature length so imma count it ) holy shit watch it. it more then earns its length. this is something you need to experience blind.
19.brooklyn 99 season 8, the final season
bout a perfect a goodbye as a series can have
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20.Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: Once & Always (2023) eh, it was ok, rough in some aspects but overall alright
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21.Oshi no ko manga (upto the current chapter 116) one of the best things ive read in a while. its going to be hard for the anime to fumble this bag.
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22.Kamen Rider Geats × Revice: Movie Battle Royale
very fun movie, seeker really is that bitch in fortnite that builds a replica tadj mahall the second a fight starts. yeah a good ass time.
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23. Kamen Rider Juuga VS Kamen Rider Orteca
it was alright, pretty fun moments with one line in particular that kinda took me out, the Drive cameos and call backs were great and honestly out of all the over demons/vail retools i think i like orteca's rider form the most out them
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24. netflix Ultraman season 3 the final:
kinda mixed on it if im honest, i dont think theres ever really been a great "shapeshifters turn the publics opinion on it" and i wasnt super impressed with aspects of how Rena was written that said the last 2 episodes really were peak.
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25. Power Antoinette ( upto the current chapter, theres only 2) the only series brave enough to ask the question what if Marie Antoinette was built like shehulk and used a guillotine like a sword
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26.The Church Play Cinematic Universe : jenny Nicholson
watched this with @toni-the-oni this was such a wild ride, of ups downs and "robin in the hood" a 10/10 experience
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26. Church of the rock 2023 production Beauty and the Beaster
watched this with @toni-the-oni Gaston sings BTS
27.Avataro Sentai DonBrothers VS Zenkaiger
extremely fun film, loved seeing everyone again, just a fun time all round and HOLY SHIT HOW CAN IT END LIKE THAT ?!
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28.Geats Extra: Kamen Rider Punkjack
its alright, felt kinda like one of the covid clipshow specials we got for zero one, rolling rolling punk king fucks, so glad they went that hard with the insert song
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maripr · 11 months
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I've calmed down, sorry for my previous negativity.
The in universe reason why the time skip can't be a year or more: Salem isn't going to wait that long.
The meta reason: i trust the writers. Yes, i know many people like to call them terrible writers, but every thing they've set up so far has been delivered.
The much maligned off screen Oscar moment in volume 6 was because they knew he would have his arc in vol 7 and 8. The lesser focus on team RWBY and Jaune in vol 8 was because the writers knew their moment was gonna come in volume 9.
They have the entire vision of the story. We have to wait to see it, but if I'm thinking of it rationally i have nothing to worry about. I might be worried, on an emotional level, that Oscar is just a character that's there to be hurt and do nothing like all the haters say he is, but on a rational level i know it isn't true so far and it won't be true in the future. They aren't going to set up his future arc and the problem with the whole merge deal and then resolve it onscreen. And also, there's no way the merge will actually happen.
It's gonna be hard to deal with the fndm be so sure about the offscreen merge the entire hiatus, however long that will be, but i take consolation in that the fndm's predictions have ALWAYS been wrong.
The offscreen merge is the new Atlas ball is the new Ruby will change her outfit in the finale of vol 9.
That being said, in the miniscule possibility they disappoint my expectations, I'll drop the show. Unless they, at the same time, give me reason to believe the damage will be undone soon.
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armpirate · 5 months
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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 37
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Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader
Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.
Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.
After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.
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Aprox. time of reading: 8 minutes
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I regain some strength back, able to feel the softness of the sheets on my fingertips as I move them slightly over them. Although I'm just waking up, I feel as tired as ever before. The weight of my eyelids seem to have multiplied by two when I try to open them, and I'm only able to see a blurry figure on my left, before it moves and a drowned and heavy voice comes from it, trying to get somebody to come here. 
—Are you okay? —she asks, pressing her hand on my shoulder.
—If only you stopped screaming —I complain, closing my eyes again. 
—If only you stopped screaming —Soo mocks me, landing her flat hand against my bicep right after—. Fucking asshole. Do you have an idea of how scared I was? And all because of your reckless ass and that bad habit of not wearing a helmet. 
—Do you know what happened? —I manage to sit straight on the bed.
—A man invaded your side of the road while turning —I hear her click her tongue, before she sits on the edge of the bed—. Seriously, what's wrong with people? Does no one know how to drive or what? It's quite simple to keep the car in your own lane when you're doing something as simple as turning.
—Soo, let it be —I stop her.
I know she will start ranting, and the longer her rant goes, the higher her voice pitch will also increase, and my head can't take her high volumes right now. Although I'm lucky enough, because the nurse shows up before she can even continue. 
She mentions I was quite lucky, because except for a few scratches, bruises and latent pains, nothing bigger happened to me -especially after he brings up the fact that I wasn't wearing a helmet, something that gets my sister to smirk and look at me with annoying eyes. 
—Get some rest. What happened to you is no joke —he mentions—. We'll keep an eye on you for a few days anyway.
—Thank you —my sister greets him—. Did you hear him? It's no joke.
—I didn't say it was —I answer, confused.
—But you still didn't have the balls to put a helmet on after all these years —she huffs.
Honestly, in neither of these years I had an accident, not even a small hill that could get me throwing my hands at my head. I'm a pretty good driver in general, and this wouldn't be the first time something like this happens. A few months back, a dumbass almost ran over me with his truck when he didn't see me waiting for the traffic light to turn green at the front -something similar to what happened last night-, and he started accelerating, forcing me to move fast to the right. But why didn't I see it coming yesterday?
I try to recreate everything that happened last night. I was alone, which meant that Y/n wasn't with me -and considering I always pick her up to spend the night with her, I didn't even get to see her before all of that happened.
—Does Y/n know I'm here? —Soo looks at me confused when I drop the question.
—No, I didn't tell her.
—Why didn't you? She's probably worried.
—Supposedly, your relationship is a secret. And you told me not to make it obvious, because you said she didn't want us to know yet —she crosses her arms over her chest—. Wouldn't it be suspicious if I called her because you, someone she supposedly isn't close to, had an accident?
—Where's my phone? —I ask, sighing.
—I don't know. It wasn't with your belongings when I came here —she shrugs, pointing to the few things on the nightstand at my left—. I'll call Tam —she stops me from moving—. If Y/n knows it from her, it'll seem like everyone else in the group already knows and it won't be as weird.
—That's why you're the future of our family —I snap my fingers, pointing proudly at her.
—I can't say the same about you —she rolls her eyes.
I don't care about what she says, because she'll still make sure Y/n knows I'm here, and not completely ignoring her. She looks back at me, leaving her phone on her lap after she's done typing, and looks back at me. 
—I hope Y/n knows how clingy you are —she rolls her eyes.
—As if Mark wasn't the same way with you —I reply back. 
—Could be —Soo purses her lips, before she continues—. But I don't have him filmed while crying in his sleep.
—What?
Making sure I'm not able to reach the phone, Soo plays a video, where I can see myself lying in this exact bed while I'm sleeping. Out of nowhere, I start sobbing, frown sinking down the bridge of my nose, while my lips are slightly pressed against one another. Suddenly, I cry Y/n's name out loud, shaking my head a bit, before I call her again and the video finishes.
Soo moves her arm faster than me, stepping back when I try to snatch her phone away.
—I'm warning you. If that video ends up somewhere...
—Hmm, Y/n should know how down for her you are —she teases me—. We love romantic and vulnerable guys. 
—Soo... —I warn her again. 
—What are you going to do? Run after me? —she starts picking up her things— The moment you're able to hop off that bed, I'll be already getting out of here.
—What do you want for that video? —I ask her, as I see her walking to the door— I can give you anything you want. Money? The nice spot on the family table? Huh? 
But she completely ignores me, leaving me alone in the room while waves at me as she crosses the door. 
I'll kill her. 
✸ ✸ ✸
It's only been ten minutes since she left, but it seems like it's been hours since she's gone. 
I lay back on the bed, closing my eyes while I try to keep my mind blank. Maybe if I don't think about anything, time will pass by faster. 
A few steps interrupt my thoughts, and my whole body reacts to that soft touch on my forearm, at the same time her fruity scent makes my heart beat faster. Suddenly, a slurp breaks the silence, and a drowned sob gets me to open my eyes. Y/n is trying not to cry while looking down at my body.
—Why are you crying? —I pretend to be waking up just now. 
She just shakes her head, swiping her tears away with her sleeve while she breathes in deeply to control those sobs. I look at her from up closer, resting my body on my elbows before I speak again. 
—Who are you?
It was supposed to be a joke. I just wanted to loosen the tension and show her I'm well, despite being here and looking the way I probably am. I still have strength to be a pain in the ass if she wants me to be. But she doesn't laugh. The second I drop those words, her calmed crying intensifies again.
Wrong idea.
Of course she wasn't going to laugh at that.
I pull her in for a hug, dragging her body on mine to calm her down. 
—Cocktease, it was just a joke —I play with her hair.
And while I was worried she'd feel bad after seeing me like this, now I'm worried about what her reaction will be once she calms down a bit, her crying stops, and she finally looks at me again. 
I'm a dead man.
—You're okay? —she nods at my question, breath going normal slowly— I was just joking.
—Who jokes with something like that? —she hits my arm— God, you're so lucky I'm in love with you...
My heart squeezes on my chest when she says those words. They flew so naturally out of her mouth, that I have no doubt they're real. So, how many times I'm willing to be run over just to feel like this again?
I'm not able to tease her about it though, because another nurse interrupts us, greeting us both and checking out everything is okay -as if the other nurse didn't check that already.
—The doctor will come in a few minutes —she lets us know.
When she leaves us alone again, I can see Y/n trying her best to keep her eyes away from me, looking at every single spot in the room that could get her attention -although I don't need to see her face properly to know she's biting her bottom lip, managing to keep any weird sounds in her mouth. 
—You're going to act like you didn't say anything, don't you?
—What did I say? —she looks at me, tilting her head while frowning her eyebrows— I didn't hear anything.
I don't really need her to repeat those words again. At least not for now. The fact that in the back of her head she's aware that she's in love with me makes me smile stupid. This woman in front of me is in love with me. 
—What happened? —she tries to divert the topic.
Although if she thinks she'll get away with it, she doesn't really know me.
—I went out with Tae last night. I didn't even drink —I deny all suspicions that could land on me when she squints her eyes at me—. I stopped at a red light, and I just saw a car coming in my direction. I guess he should've opened up a bit more while turning, but he didn't and that's why he ran me over.
—And of course you weren't wearing a helmet —she rolls her eyes.
Who cares about the accident though?
I change the topic, moving it back to where we left it. I dig the finger on her side, making her body squirm and flinch, while I insist for an answer to what she said. I know I shouldn't be pressuring her, but it felt so good to hear it out of her lips.
—Oh —a feminine voice interrupt us—, I didn't know you were here.
I'll fucking kill her.
Soo enters the room, looking at us with a funny smile, while she places herself on the spot she was occupying before she left for a coffee.
—Tam told me he was here —she hops off the mattress—. And came to see how he's doing.
—Right —Soo nods.
—But I'll get going now —she informs us—. Glad to see you're okay.
She moves nervously, running away from the room as if she had been caught committing the worst of the crimes. While looking back at us, she isn't aware of what's in front of us, and ends up hitting her body against the wall. She turns again to us, smiling and waving her head before she finally leaves.
—There's no doubt you two are made for each other —Soo comments, sitting back on the chair.
—You couldn't wait outside?
—Nope —she finally says.
✸ ✸ ✸
Later that day, Soo manages to come around with a new phone, along with my old phone. Apparently, the owner of the clothing shop found it and kept it with him. So the only thing I have to do know is change the SIM card from one phone to the other, and pray Soo doesn't use this against me for too long. 
It's quite obvious what I'm going to do as soon as I get the new phone to work: 
Me: Soo won't leave me alone.
Me: She's here all day
Me: Sorry for not letting you know before I was here.
Cocktease: It's alright.
Cocktease: And stop complaining. It's sweet she's there with you.
Me: It'd be better if you were the one here with me.
Y/n takes a few seconds to reply back, although I interrupt whatever it is she's going to send, to send her off to sleep. It's quite late.
Me: Love you, cocktease.
Me: Even if you still hadn't said it back.
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Nitpick November #9: Where Did All The Time Go?
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I came across this detail from a Monty interview after watching a very insightful video from Hypeathon about Ice Queendom's production. A transcript:
"I would actually like for the show to grow up with the people. So unlike most shows where they tend to be ageless or age very slowly, I would like our 15 year-old fans who are watching 15 year-old Ruby, when they're 25 to be watching 25 year-old Ruby and to actually have some resonance with the characters. Probably one of my favorite types of feedback is to say, "I know this person" or "this person is just like me", and that's probably one of the best things about coming up with these characters."
If RWBY had followed through on this, Ruby would be 25 years old about now, or to give it more leeway, in her early/mid-twenties at least. But as we know in the actual show, only 2-3 years have passed.
I know the common defense to this is "the production doesn't work well with it, because there's only so much they can fit in a Volume."
But is it really?
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Volume 1 was about 2 hours from start to finish. Since then, the volumes have been around 170-190 minutes, i.e. about the length of a movie, if not longer. Other media are able to tell complete arcs and convey the passage of time just fine with less time, but RWBY can't?
Yeah, I'm not buying it. RWBY doesn't even have aging actors to worry about like in live action. Let's not coddle CRWBY here - they could have made the RWBY cast age with its audience, they could have made each arc take place over a longer span of time, instead of the, what? 48 hours spent between Volume 7 and 8? Barely a week?
Whatever you think of the Harry Potter franchise, the films were excellent at conveying how the characters grew from kids to adults and that experience seems small but is invaluable to those who grew up with these characters. It's no secret RWBY takes more than a few notes from HP's plot structure too. (fun magic academy which becomes a full-blown war against a big immortal villain)
There's only so much you can defend RWBY's production and excuse as "they just couldn't" or "it wasn't practical, give them a break" before you have to just sit down and admit "Yeah, they fell short. They dropped the ball and there's no picking it back up." Again, a small thing in the grand scope of things, hence why it's a nitpick, but these things compounded together is what makes RWBY so counterproductive to its own enjoyment.
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Pretty Woman 8/11
Rating: Explicit / posted on AO3 /tagging @today-in-fic
SocialPro Headquarters
Beverly Hills Office
Tuesday
9:02 am
Sitting behind his larger-than-life mahogany desk, Mulder fiddles with the small rectangular tickets in his hand. So many life-altering thoughts are swirling through this head. Visions of business ventures, Diana, Mr. Spender, and Scully. He’s beginning to see what Scully was saying about Spender. The old man had called the previous evening, pushing Mulder for an answer. Attempting to hold him off, Mulder informed him he would be away from the office for the day but promised to get back to him. The more Mulder thinks about it, the offer doesn’t sit right with him. He’s excited to get away, clear his head, and think about the decision with an open and carefree mind.
He puts tickets down gently and then quickly picks them back up, turning them over. A knock at the door startles him, bringing him out of his trance-like state. As the door opens, Mulder drops the tickets into his open desk drawer and casually looks up to meet Diana’s eyes.
“So what’s it going to be Fox? Are you willing to play ball with Mr. Spender?” she asks, dropping to a chair in his office.
“What’s his first name?” Mulder asks. Diana opens her mouth to begin to speak, then quickly closes it. Her face indicates that she’s searching her brain for an answer. In her silence, Mulder continues, “Don’t you think it’s odd that we don’t know his name? He doesn’t seem to play by any social rules, he doesn’t answer to anyone but himself, that we know of. I mean, who is this guy?”
“Who is this guy?” she repeats, not fully comprehending what Mulder is trying to imply. “He is a very rich man who wants to give you a truckload of money for his internet company. So what if you have to do some ‘behind-the-scenes activities for him. Fox, this deal is almost closed. Finish it already!” She looks at him and sees that he is not actively looking at her, but instead picking up and playing with rectangular papers.
Fox,” she snaps. “What is wrong with you? Your behavior has been outlandish,” she punctuates. His silence speaks volumes so she goes in for the kill. “Up late with the hooker?”
This gets Mulder’s attention and fire flashes across his eyes. Diana realizes she may have taken it a step too far and backtracks. “I just mean that clearly, this woman has you under some type of spell, the way you’ve been acting. I alluded to it yesterday.”
Mulder, doing his best to ignore her, hastily pushes back from the desk and stands.
“Spender is my business, Diana. And so is Dana. I’ll see you tomorrow, Diana.” He shifts to make his way toward the door but Diana quickly steps in front of him, blocking his way and not caring that she has moved completely past the realm of professionalism.
“It’s nine o’clock in the morning. Where are you headed?”
“I have a date,” he says, though he offers no additional information. He sidesteps her.
“A date?” she questions, doing little to hide how appalled she is. She turns, watching him head for the door. “You’re dating the hooker now?” He pauses as he reaches the office door and turns, eerily calm, then meets her confused eyes.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Diana. I’ll be out of touch all day and evening,” he says, shutting her down and ending the conversation. With that he turns to leave, offering up no further explanation.
California Freeway
11:10 am
“You’re kidnapping me,” she informs him as they sit in comfortable silence in the limo with Langly driving through the streets of California. There’s no fear in her voice, only eagerness.
“Kidnapping would imply that I took you without your consent,” Mulder replies in that charming and self-assured way Scully has grown to like over the past few days. “You willingly got into the car.” They sit next to each other with one of Mulder’s hands draped across Scully’s knee, idly drawing a figure eight over and over. In the past twelve hours, he has been overcome with this great need to be touching her, feeling her presence. Her almost departure shook him deeply, something he struggles admitting to himself.
“That’s because there was a promise of a surprise,” Scully explains while fidgeting in her seat, unable to stay still. She’s excited in a schoolgirl-like way. It doesn’t help that at the start of the adventure, Mulder placed a blindfold over her eyes. Scully shivers, thinking about other things she could be doing with and to Mulder with the covering on her face.
“Still not kidnapping.”
“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going, are you?” she pouts, hoping he can hear the tone in her voice, not even knowing if he’s looking at her or not.
“Patience, Scully.”
She huffs, but on the inside she is jubilant. She can’t remember a time someone did something for her out of the goodness of their heart. Yes, on one hand, Mulder is paying her for the week. However, Scully can’t help but think that their actions over the past day or two, have gone beyond the arrangement. She’s never felt like this before. The butterflies flutter about in her stomach when she thinks of him. The emptiness in her heart when he isn’t with her. She breathes slowly, trying to rid herself of the lump she knows is forming in her throat. Pull it together, Dana. You only have today and tomorrow with him and then this is over, she thinks. That only makes the lump grow, so she tries another tactic. Dana, this man, this sweet, caring, sexy-as-hell man, is trying to give you the best day. Get out of your head for a while and try to enjoy it! Mission slightly accomplished, she sighs, leaning into Mulder ever so gently, relaxing to the feeling of his hand on her knee.
After what seems like an agonizingly long drive, the limo slows. Losing the warmth of Mulder as he quickly exits the car, Scully then feels his tight grip slip around her slim fingers. With a pull, she is out of the car, but her equilibrium is off due to the blindfold. Mulder steadies her, the cloth never slipping from its position. Feeling a tickle in her ear, she hears, “Wait here. Langly is behind you and won’t let anything happen to you. I need to take care of a quick thing and then I’ll be right back.” Before she can protest, she feels a breeze replacing the warmth where he just stood. Panic quickly sets in, yet she maintains a slow and calming breath, knowing Mulder would not leave her in a helpless situation.
“He needs to go check in,” Langly whispers from a foot or so behind her, sensing her hesitation and rising apprehensiveness.
“Where are were Langly?” she questions, knowing he won’t answer her.
“This is supposed to be fun, Scully; make sure to enjoy yourself,” is his only response before going mute again.
After what seems like eons, though she’s sure is less than five minutes, she senses Mulder’s presence back at her side. Grasping her hand, he leads her forward. They walk ever so slowly.
“You know, Mulder,” she starts, “You could take this off and we could get where you want to be faster.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure, Scully? This is probably the most excited I’ve been about a surprise in… hell in I don’t know how many years. It’s just as much for me as it is for you. Please don’t make me ruin it. I promise we’ll lose the blindfold in a few minutes.”
The genuineness in his voice doesn’t surprise her in the sense that he is tickled for her, but more so for the fact that he is exhilarated about it himself.
After a few more strides and a few more minutes, they come to a stop. Scully hears people, lots of people, but beyond that, she cannot fathom where they are.
Standing just behind her, Mulder unties the cloth and lets it fall from Scully’s vision.
Raising her hand to her mouth in utter disbelief, all she can muster is, “Oh my… Mulder…”
“I wish it was Cinderella’s, but Sleeping Beauty’s will have to do. We didn’t have time to make it to Florida,” is all he says, letting her take in the vision before her.
Spellbinding is the first word that comes to mind. Amazing. Magnificent. Completely unbelievable. Magical. The bricks are several shades of gray. The flags burst with gold emblems. The tower points are the most spectacular shade of blue. It’s an image she’s only seen in pictures and only perceived in her mind. She’s standing at the foot of Sleeping Beauty’s castle. Large crowds move about their day around them, but for Scully, time stands still. She is back in her childhood home with her family, healthy and happy. She’s on vacations, at dance recitals, and at school science fairs. She is in every wonderful memory she can summon from her childhood. Tears spring to her eyes as she whips around to finally face the man she is falling in love with, but can never have.
“You brought me to Disneyland.” It’s not a question. It’s barely a statement.
Mulder seems shy, almost bashful; he wasn’t sure how she would react and this is almost too much. So he states the obvious, “I brought you to Disneyland.”
Suddenly her arms are around him and she’s squeezing as if trying to convey how much this moment means to her through a hug. “I hope you like it,” he says into her hair, his arms running softly over her back. She pulls slightly back and arches an eyebrow.
“Like it? Mulder, no one has ever done anything remotely close to this in my entire life. I don’t even have the words to–”
“Then don’t say anything. Let’s just enjoy the day. We have plenty of time in the park, several shows to see, an amazing dinner planned, and then to top it off, we’re spending the night in the castle.”
Scully’s eyes widen, though she didn’t think they could get any bigger, “Mulder…”
“Come on, Scully,” he says, maneuvering his arm so Scully can link hers with his, “let’s go to Disneyland.”
She pauses briefly and turns to him. “Mulder, this is… well this is truly amazing; thank you. And if I forget to tell you, I had an amazing time today.”
He blushes again and smiles, then leads her to where the fun awaits.
Carthay Circle Restaurant
9:45 pm
Elation mixed with a feeling of fulfillment settles over her. Not just because she is stuffed with the most amazing food she has ever eaten, but full of joy, happiness, jubilation, and glee, just to name a few, due to the last ten hours and the company she kept. The day spent with Mulder in the park was one that even in her wildest dreams she never could have imagined. They had played—literally played—like children who were given a free pass to a glorious world of magic and imagination. She felt free. Not restricted to the life she was currently living. Not worrying about her family, her employment, and what she wanted to do with her life. She’s been thinking these last few days about her life: agonizing, contemplating, unable to believe she can go back to the boulevard with Missy. There is more to life and she is ready to explore it all.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Her eyes raise to meet his.
Still guarded, she replies, “This food, this day, this place. It’s—it’s almost too much.” Mulder reaches for her hand after placing his dessert fork on his plate.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You deserve it, Dana.”
Scully’s eyes widen at the mention of her first name, but she doesn’t speak, sensing he has more to say.
“You are a loving, warm, compassionate, and passionate person. You have much to offer. You have brains and beauty. You could do anything, Scully, be anything.” A single tear threatens to fall from her eye. He’s looking at her and truly seeing her, beyond the job. He understands her better than anyone has since she lost her father. Needing to do something with her hands, she lifts her champagne glass and sips.
“Thank you, Mulder.”
There’s a moment of silence between them, both taking in the day and the evening to come.
“Well,” he tosses his napkin on the table. “Another spin around the park? A stroll downtown?” He’s sliding his foot along Scully’s leg.
She stares at the man in front of her, his beautiful face and tender heart. She knows that she has fallen head over heels in love with him. Leaning forward so her face is inches away from his, in a sultry tone she whispers, “Take me to bed, Mulder.”
Sleeping Beauty’s Castle
10:20 pm
Thump.
Lifting Scully in his arms, he holds her tight against the suite door. He’s ravaging her neck as she’s scraping her nails along his back.
Their coupling over the last week has varied. Sometimes soft and delicate, sometimes quick and dirty. It would be a lie if Scully said she didn’t want it all tonight. She wants every variation, every angle, and all of Mulder. The feeling of his hands kneading her ass and his unmalleable erection presenting itself through his pants. He is without a doubt marking her neck, but at the moment she doesn’t care. All she cares about is becoming lost in the pleasure that is Fox Mulder. As if reading her thoughts, his hands dig deeper into her, wrapping around her back.
“Where–” she starts to ask, but he cuts her off.
“If I don’t get you into bed right now…” he stops short of finishing his sentence. She shivers, knowing in her head what will happen if he doesn’t get her into the bed, not that she would mind.
The room is magnificent. As beautiful as the castle was on the outside, the interior is even more so. Spacious and bright, there are several bedrooms, living spaces, and a massive kitchen. The master bedroom, however, is the most luxurious space she’s ever inhabited. All of this is second on her mind to what Mulder is currently doing to her.
Dropping her onto the high-top mattress with a slight bounce, Mulder pulls off his clothes first, discarding them on the floor at the end of the bed. Proceeding to rid her of her clothes, he stops and settles himself between her thighs so they are eye to eye.
“You make me feel more alive than ever before, Dana Scully.”
Before she can contemplate the consequences of her actions, she leans in and captures his lips. Only taken aback for a second, Mulder pushes into the kiss and mirrors her need. Kissing as though they’ve never been kissed before, or would be again, they devour each other's mouths equally. Tongues, lips, and teeth. Biting, sucking, and pulling. The need for air is a minor detail that they are willing to overlook. Scully is pretty sure that she could cum any second with how turned on she is. Rules and consequences be damned, she pulls his lower lip into her mouth, hoover-like, which elicits a moan from deep in Mulder’s throat.
Scully pauses, releasing him. Mulder takes the opportunity to speak, though it’s choppy due to his breathing. “I don't think I’ll last too long, Scully.” He presses kisses to her lips in between words. Now that they have kissed, he can’t stop.
“Make love to me, Mulder,” she whispers. He obliges.
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It really bugs me how Blake being a civil rights leader, or at least being interested in Faunus liberation, just became irrelevant after volume 5,
Especially since the “happy ending” we leave the white fang on is that ghirah is in charge again, even tho they literally showed us an example of when is was too passive in his methods, yet going back to his status quo is shown as a good thing unequivocally,
Then we go to atlas, the kingdom responsible for Adam’s brand and the death of Illia’s parents, and Blake makes no effort whatsoever,
Yet NOW they decide to bring the white fang back for the vacuo arc, vacuo, the kingdom said to lack any systemic racism,
To be honest, I think pretty much everything related to the White Fang plotline was fumbled from the beginning, and iirc even the writers have admitted they dropped the ball with that storyline. I appreciate their willingness to try to tell that type of story even if they aren't comfortable with it, but I'm not impressed with the execution and I think that by Volume 5 they were kind of looking for a way to push it out of the narrative as best they could.
I think the way the story was presented led to a lot of people assuming that the lesson the writers wanted them to take away was "violent protest is always bad, only advocate for change in socially acceptable ways", which is kind of... the opposite of how protesting is supposed to work. Protesting is meant to serve as a warning to the people in power that they better start fixing things before they suffer the consequences, which Ghira's approach... does not accomplish. No idea if this is what we were supposed to get out of this or not, but I can see why a lot of people did and were unsatisfied with it.
I really think they wasted Sienna Khan. My God. They really created a 6-foot catgirl with a whip and then killed her off after 2 minutes of screentime. Truly a tragedy.
There was just... so much more they could have done with her. Like, yeah, we get a bit more out of her in the Adam character short, where seeing her serve as a corrupting influence on Adam was interesting, but I think the "wasted potential" argument applies far more accurately to Sienna than it ever did to Adam. To start with, we could have used her to explore the change in the White Fang's methods and how it affected Blake. There's still so much we don't know about the transition from Ghira's leadership to Sienna's. Since it happened roughly five years before the start of the series, Blake would have been around 12 at the time. How did she manage to stay with the White Fang when Sienna took over from Ghira? Why did her parents allow it (or why couldn't they prevent it)? What was going through her head when she chose to defy her father's ideals before she was even technically a teenager? How did the transition of power work? Did Sienna promise to take care of Blake in exchange for Ghira not making a fuss? I have no idea, and I likely never will. I don't think the narrative is really going to return to the White Fang's history, which is kind of a pity because the White Fang was integral to Blake's personal growth and development and I think that should've been explored more.
Anyone who follows my RWBY posts knows I'm heated about the way Blake got so little to do in the Atlas arc, so I'm not gonna go on that rant yet again, but yeah, she should've been one of the two most important heroic characters in Volumes 7 and 8 along with Weiss. Fighting for Faunus equality is Blake's biggest storyline in the whole damn series, and yet somehow when they arrive at Atlas, the Kingdom the narrative has been associating the most closely with racism and discrimination since Volume 1, Blake fades into the background and Nora becomes the champion of Mantle for some reason. There are so many negative events in Atlas that have already been connected to Blake, and yet she never engages with any of that during the part of the story where it would make the most sense for her to do so. This and not letting Yang talk to Ironwood about their disabilities are really the two places I think Volume 7 dropped the ball, and I really wish we'd gotten another Atlas Volume to fit more development and worldbuilding in.
Are they even bringing back the White Fang for the Vacuo arc? All I really remember is Ilia learning that Atlas is under attack and getting a call from Ghira, so while I wouldn't be surprised to see the White Fang show up in the Vacuo storyline in some capacity, I'm not convinced they'll be super important. That said, I have not been paying a lot of attention to the Volume 9 news, so maybe there's something I missed.
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Hey doom I need to ask: what is your review on recent episode for vol 9?
To me personally it just seems wrong to make ruby give in to despair especially when she made speeches to never give up.
And then team WBY giving a weird reaction to the “ascension” is what made this episode even uncomfortable.
I don’t what to think…
Hey there!
I’m gonna put a trigger warning at the start of this cause I will be talking about topics such as sui-.
My TLDR of V9C9 is: What the hell was that?!
Ruby’s character arc of depression and isolation is one that I deeply relate to but I understand the critique that it felt rushed. Honestly, I think that V9 could have been groundbreaking and easily a masterpiece of media if it wasn’t so short and rushed. At first I kinda liked the faster pace but now I’m reminded of the Tortoise and the Hare. The Hare ran fast, completing most of the race before the Tortoise could even get started, but then the Hare took a nap before the finish line allowing the Tortoise to win. V9 is the Hare. It’s running fast through the story and while it looks like it’s gonna be a winner, it drops the ball at the end making you realize that slowing down could have been the better choice. Now of course RT was crunched for the JL crossover and had Arrowfell and IQ come out but like, other than JL, I feel like IQ and Arrowfell kinda were on RT’s management issues.
WBY’s reaction to Ruby’s ascension is where this episode lost me and honestly made me mad. Yang just watched her sister that was just beaten near death, end her own life, and her reaction is to smile and hug Blake?
Weiss lost her home kingdom and also her partner now and she’s smiling and hugging Jaune?
Blake watched as her girlfriend’s sister and her team leader give up on life and she’s, say it with me, smiling and hugging Jaune?
Jaune sees the ascended paper pleasers and now he learns the lesson that you need to die to better your life?
What in the flying FUCK were they thinking in the writing room?!
V9C8, arguably the best episode of the Volume and maybe RWBY as a whole just got knocked down a peg in emotional impact because the next episode basically says “suicide is bad ass”.
I literally couldn’t rewatch episode 8 because of how deep it hit me but after watching episode 9, I could rewatch it back without worry because apparently none of it mattered anymore!?
Neo beat Ruby to near death, the Cat almost possessed her, and then she killed herself in front of her friends and especially her sister, and episode 9 is acting like that was a good thing???
Like Ruby drank the tea to improve as a person and not because she was tortured, beaten, and no longer wanted to be alive?
I’m tired of hiding or pretending it isn’t true, this is bad writing! It sucks! It’s horrible! What were they thinking?
More upsetting is how did we go from probably the best episode ever to an episode that is so sloppy and exists only to tease the finale?
And I thought Episode 4 was insulting.
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rapifessor · 7 months
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Pokéchronology, Volume I: Yellow
Day 1
Welcome to Pokéchronology! This is a post series where I play through one game from every core Pokémon release, including remakes, in chronological order; hence the name. As I do, I'll be recording my thoughts and experiences in posts like this one, whenever I make progress.
We're starting off with Pokémon Yellow, the most feature-complete version of the Generation I games. This will continue as a trend going forward wherever there is a third main series Pokémon game released after the initial pair.
If for some reason you're worried about spoilers for the plot of one of the first Pokémon games ever released, I've hidden the rest of this post beyond this point. It should also make things nice and compact and easier to see before you start reading.
Pallet Town
Well now, my first ever experience playing a main line Pokémon game. What to name my character? Imagining what I would do if I were a kid playing this game on his GameBoy twenty years ago, I went with the obvious choice: Evan. Because that's my name.
I didn't feel like naming the rival, so I just called him Gary and got down to business. I spent a little bit of time exploring Pallet Town, in particular examining all the bookshelves, because for some reason I thought one of them might have something different to say. Once I was satisfied I went to find Professor Oak and soon after got my Pikachu, who I named BIG RAT. I am way more amused by that than I probably should be, evidenced by the fact that I couldn't stop giggling like an idiot after I had done so.
The first battle with Gary was somewhat unremarkable but I quickly realized that Gary's Eevee is not to be underestimated. That Tackle does quite a lot of damage, and I very well could have lost that battle if all it did was attack. Maybe I should have started off by lowering its Attack before Thundershocking my way to victory.
Viridian City
Time to go to Viridian City. Once I arrive I get Oak's package and take it back to him, he gives me the Pokédex, and I return to the city to get some Poké Balls. I thought about going back to Route 1 and catching some Pokémon, but because BIG RAT is too strong, I couldn't really improve my chances by weakening said Pokémon. So I continued, deciding to explore the path west of Viridian City where I was accosted by Gary.
This is a dicey battle to get in when all you've got is an underleveled Pikachu and Gary now has two level 8 Pokémon. The first isn't really a problem, but Eevee is still tough to handle. Thankfully, Gary is an idiot and keeps telling his Eevee to use Status moves instead of spamming Tackle. After a very long and protracted battle where Sand Attack had dropped BIG RAT's Accuracy so low I wasn't sure I'd be lucky enough to finish the battle, I managed to scrape by with two Potions, and ending the battle with BIG RAT at critical health.
Viridian Forest
Okay, so I definitely need to catch some Pokémon. After healing up at the Pokémon Center I went to Viridian Forest hoping to add some new members to my team. Something that really struck me was that many trainers already have more than one Pokémon to battle you with, which I know is not the case in modern Pokémon games. It's good to know they put a little more thought into trainer battles and didn't make the games into total cakewalks back then.
Anyway, I fought all the trainers in Viridian Forest, who in spite of what I just said were all generally pushovers. Well, not that I expected much from a bunch of kids fielding weak ass bug Pokémon. I added three members to my team in the process: a Metapod that I named Dusty, a Caterpie named Butterboy, and BIRD UP, the Pidgey. Hardly a stellar lineup, but I don't think Pikachu is going to cut it in the first gym.
Pewter City
Here we go, first gym coming up. I figure Brock will be a lot tougher than my previous opponents, so I pop back into Viridian Forest for a bit of training before challenging his gym. The trainer upfront isn't a total joke but easy enough to win against, and you can just leave the gym to heal before coming back to challenge Brock himself.
There really isn't much you can do about his Rock type Pokémon in Yellow. They're just really sturdy and you're gonna have to deal with it. Which would be an issue... if you couldn't just Sand-Attack and Growl their stats into oblivion. Yeah, once you nerf them they become pretty harmless, which means you're free to then beat the shit out of them. Verrry slowly.
And there you have it: first gym beaten. The difficulty curve so far has been interesting; it's steep in some ways, compared to other Pokémon games, but it's manageable if you come in knowing what you're up against. I admit that I'm not really getting the true first-time Pokémon experience here. I'm familiar with a number of type match-ups already from having played Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time, and I have watched a fair amount of Pokémon content in my spare time.
That's where I'll be wrapping things up for Day 1. I feel like I'm off to a good start. Hopefully I can keep the momentum going as I continue. I figure the gyms won't be super problematic since they're all based around a certain type which means they're easy to strategize around, but I have no idea how the Elite Four and Champion battles are going to go.
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Since Ruby took like, ten second of self-doubt and some major (but overall shor) torture before just committing suicide, I can't help but think she must have had these feelings for years, buried deep down. It's eitehr that or the Ever After massively amplifies feelings. Or the writers are just hacks who cannot hack it. Thoughts?
I'm 95% "The writers don't know how to tackle a subject this sensitive and gave us such an extreme reaction for the drama" and 5% "There's a little evidence to suggest that this has been plaguing Ruby for at least a couple of days, but that still requires the audience to basically headcanon a conflict that never truly existed on screen." I say there's a little because Ruby was obviously stressed during Volume 8 too (which, again, only covered about 48 hours), however, I don't think that serves our Volume 9 arc well because:
Ruby is concerned with totally different stuff now. In Volume 8 she was upset over the confirmation that Salem knew Summer and the theory that she killed her as a result of her grimm experiments. Ruby is also frustrated that they rejected Ironwood's plan, but for two-ish days no one was able to come up with something better: "Then nothing has changed! We’re in the exact same spot we were yesterday. Arguing what to do while the Kingdom waits to die." While certainly connected to the overall repetition of Ruby throwing herself into situations that she then can't easily resolve, it's notable that she's not upset that she hasn't come up with a solution, but that the group hasn't. This is not presented as Ruby buckling under leadership because, frankly, no one is expecting her to lead. She chooses to make choices like starting the Ace Ops fight, but beyond that she's looking to others to problem solve, as Jaune, Oscar, and Ozpin do by Volume's end. So Volume 8 gives us "I'm crumbling under the knowledge that Salem killed my mom and I'm annoyed that we, as a group, haven't solved this horrific, time-sensitive problem." Then Volume 9 gives us, "I'm not thinking at all about Mom - look at me give up a keepsake of hers without a second thought! - and I'm crumbling under this sudden belief that everyone has always demanded that I solve all our problems." It's hard to say this has been building for a long time when what Ruby is stressed about keeps changing from Volume to Volume, even episode to episode. We start Volume 9 with her faltering due to Penny's death, but her breakdown comes about due to leadership. It's all too muddled to say this has been a years long problem in the making.
Much more simply, my second issue is that Ruby (like many other characters) doesn't keep consistent in her emotions either. Not just about what she's upset over, but her actually being upset. Volume 8 presented her mini-breakdown as something Ruby overcame - she gets upset on the staircase, but then they do come up with a plan and save "all" of the Kingdom, acting confident in their execution of this rescue - and though there's a major setback in regards to them falling/losing the Relics, Ruby only takes a second to cry about that then she becomes a part of Volume 9's early gags. Yes, her depression increases as the Volume goes on, getting more extreme the closer we get to her drinking that tea, but considering how much she's fluctuated and that her time in the Ever After has only been a day or so... that's too much too fast to justify her suddenly attempting suicide. All told, the content with ANY evidence from Ruby's depression covers about 4 days, maximum.
So yeah, I think RT massively dropped the ball on this one, though as always this is an easy situation for fans to project on. Anyone happy with RWBY's writing can easily headcanon that yeah, she's been feeling these emotions for an age - she must have because otherwise the suicide attempt doesn't make sense and RT wouldn't write something that doesn't make sense. See how that logic works? - and every moment that's even somewhat relavent can be re-read as a supposed buildup, regardless of what Ruby was upset about or whether she was presented as bouncing back almost immediately.
Plus, the nature of mental health means that ANY characterization technically fits. Ruby is bubbly all the time? Well, people with depression learn to hide it and overcompensate. Ruby appears to immediately bounce back? Again, she's playing a part. She was upset about thing A and then that changed to thing B and now we're on thing J? Don't you understand how all of this compounds and it's the sheer, overwhelming nature of everything she's been through that resulted in this? Because we understand that in real life depression is a complicated, often silent beast, people are tempted to map that onto the story, thereby justifying any version of the arc that we end up with. There's technically no wrong way to write it because there's no "right" way to be depressed. My problem is that this isn't real life. It's a story and we have expectations for how stories will differ from reality in order to serve their function as compelling entertainment. I don't want to go, "Oh, well Ruby was obviously grappling with depression this whole time and it was just hidden from us because that's one realistic means of depicting it. How many times has someone said, 'I had no idea' after learning about a suicide attempt?" But Ruby is our protagonist, the perspective through which we experience the entirety of the show, so keeping this hidden from the audience doesn't do anything except make it come across as a badly written, arguably insensitive arc. This is not real life. Ruby is not a real person with real feelings she may consciously or unconsciously be keeping from others. Ruby is a fiction whose purpose is to convey something to us, the audience, which means that outside of deliberate twists, a story that goes, "This was always occurring, you just never got to see it on screen" is rarely going to have that come across well.
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