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jinkicake · 4 years

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Mouthful

You suck them off while they’re on the phone.

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Miya Osamu x Reader

Here you go Anon, I hope you like it!!! I am pushing the Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto bffs agenda because we were robbed of that interaction. I just know they would all be good friends like please,,,, imagine these mfs in college together as roommates.... It would be so perfect and they all have the brooding quiet type s/o heheh.... Also, I saw spoilers for bnha and um..... ummm.... UMMMMMM

SEMI-SMUTTY // NSFW

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Kozume Kenma

Kenma has the best poker face, nothing is going to give away the fact that he is getting head

Except for when a tiny, tiny, appreciative sigh leaves his lips…..

Then the other person on the line, most definitely Kuroo will be like ‘Yo, what are you doing~’ Yes, Kuroo can tell when Kenma is getting head and will probably praise him for it

I think if you first try your advances Kenma would simply stare at you with disgust, making no effort to hide that same level of repulsiveness in his voice

He’d go along with it though because he is not going to try that hard to stop you, ‘why waste that energy’

His nimble fingers would card through your hair and he would instantly become relaxed like his shoulders would go limp and he’d flutter his eyes shut

Kenma would still be able to keep up with the conversation though because he doesn’t really add that much input anyway

However even though most people wouldn’t find any difference in his change of attitude….. Kuroo would notice, how can’t he? He would notice the subtle changes in his pudding hair best friend and would be like ‘are you getting head right now’

To which Kenma would go bright red and tense up really quick and try to hide it but ultimately give up and just sigh in defeat ‘yeah’

Kenma doesn’t like talking on the phone,,, you take it upon yourself to help him relax~

Kenma pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, trying hard not to let the hiss escape his lips. He doesn’t glance down at you, he knows that if he did, he would come undone. The feeling of your warm mouth sucking him in so nicely, your cheeks hollowing around his legnth, your tongue running underneath his cock, it makes his knees utterly weak.

“Yeah, I met that dude Oikawa, I don’t know why everyone hates him. He seems like a cool guy to me,” Kuroo aimlessly rambles, going on about how he met the well-known setter. “he’s going to hang out with Bokuto and I next weekend. You wanna come?”

Kenma sighs and it’s not because of your tongue. He silently thinks long and hard before speaking up again.

“No.”

You end up gagging on his length, blame on the fact that you tried laughing while sucking him off.

“Kenma, you’d really like him.” Kuroo persuades and Kenma mentally pictures the pros and cons.

“I’d rather play video games,” Kenma’s fingers rake through your hair and he makes the mistake of looking down at you. A quiet moan leaves his lips, the perfect little ‘ah’ that he doesn’t even hear himself. The line goes quiet for awhile and Kenma assumes that it is because Kuroo is trying to come up with another reason why Kenma should join them.

“Is (Y/N) giving you head right now?” Kuroo asks boldly and you gag once again, pinching your eyes shut at the humiliation. Defeat washes over Kenma.

“Yeah.” He sighs and Kuroo hums slightly.

“Finally, good for you, take it like a champ.” Kuroo praises and Kenma’s nose scrunches in disgust. “Anyway, I’ll come by at like nine on Saturday okay? Oikawa is only in Tokyo for the weekend.”

Kenma never can win, can he?

“Fine.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo is suuuuch a showoff, please he will do it just to make you flustered

He will purposely roll his shoulders back, sit on the couch all arrogantly, stare straight into your eyes as he bites his lip, use his hand to push his hair back while purposely flexing his bicep, he does it all for your enjoyment as well

He is eye-candy and that bitch knows it,,,,, anything for his lovely s/o

Kuroo wouldn’t make any noises though because he doesn’t really want to get caught in the middle of a blowjob. You would refuse to finish him off and then he wouldn’t have your sweet mouth anymore…..

But,,,, if someone did catch him in the middle of a blowjob, Kuroo would not be embarrassed, please his ego would flourish I feel like he is into that kind of thing

Side bar…. Sometimes I go off with Kuroo and I think,,,, is this too occ? because I remember he is just a big science dork but then I remember no he is a scorpio and then it all makes sense, Kuroo is the best of both worlds

Kuroo wouldn’t be able to pay attention at all to the conversation at hand like Bokuto could be asking him questions about something and Kuroo is just like ‘yup, it was really hot today’ like he can’t keep up….. not when you’re so generously sucking him off

Then Kenma is like … and Akaashi is like … because they can put two and two together unlike their oblivious friend

It gets to the point where Kenma will start doing something else, like playing a video game while Bokuto tries to keep a conversation going between four people all by himself

Please, Kuroo is the ultimate tease with you but….. if he is going to get pleased then he will also try to please you as well

“And then the vice-principal got mad at me,” Bokuto groans loudly, his eye twitching as he thinks back to the incident that happened earlier in the week. “it’s not my fault he wears a wig!”

“Bokuto that was not the reason you got in trouble,” Akaashi sighs disappointedly, Kuroo doesn’t pay attention to them.

“What happened?” Kenma comments, slightly curious in the conversation at hand. Kuroo gently cups your cheek, running his thumb against your skin lovingly as he stares down you. At the sight of your teasing eyes and sinful tongue sucking on the tip of his hard cock, his thighs twitch beside you.

“… then Bokuto spiked the principals head to ‘kill the bug’ and also set his wig back to normal.” Akaashi finishes, heaving another disappointed sigh.

“See, I was helping him. He should be thanking me not scolding us for an hour.” Bokuto complains and Akaashi tries not to slap his captain through the phone.

“This is what I deal with on a daily basis, I even have a notebook to predict his next moves.” Akaashi tells Kenma, his head still numb from the scolding he had to endure earlier in the week.

“I don’t think anyone on our team is that bad, maybe Lev,” Kenma thinks and Kuroo licks his lips, his eyes darkening when he zones in on your mouth.

“Kuroo, is he even listening?” Bokuto asks curiously and Kenma narrows his eyes when he pieces together why his friend is so quiet. He knows Kuroo is either getting head or giving it.

“Ignore him, Bokuto, it’s good we don’t have to hear his voice.” Kenma tosses out and Kuroo gasps. Of course, out of everything, that is what he heard.

“Kenma!” Kuroo snaps and the setter simply hides further under his blanket on the other end of the line. “I’m just busy,”

“With what?” Bokuto eagerly pesters and Kuroo glances down at you once more.

“Stuff.”

Miya Osamu

Osamu also has a good poker face, nothing can give away that he is getting head…. There will be no slip-up from him

Unless Atsumu says something and Osamu’s competitive side jumps out for a hot second then…… then there is a slip up

‘Fuck you ‘Tsumu, I’m getting head that’s why I don’t care about your bullshit story’ cue a dramatic gasp from Atsumu and Ojiro on the other end of the line like … silence

Yeah, Osamu doesn’t do well when provoked…. Good luck with that one

Osamu wouldn’t say no to getting head like if you got onto your knees and pushed your hair back,,,, Osamu would be like ‘shit, here we go again’ he might be hesitant at first but then he will cockily accept it

He’ll carry on the conversation with disinterest, not really paying attention because all he can do is stare at you

Sometimes he will fuck your face,,,, literally….. he has no shame but when you gag too loudly then he lets you have control again

Osamu doesn’t really want to get caught…. He wants to shield you away from that

His little comments that he slides in conversations here and there will probably be noticed once he stops saying them because he is preoccupied with other things. The team can’t figure out what has him so distracted though

Osamu is usually pretty gentle,,,, until he gets angry so if you suck him off while he is having a conversation with Atsumu…. Good luck

“I have to help my grandmother around the house today, so there will be no practice. Take the day to rest.” Kita’s voice sounds throughout the multiple phones and Osamu lets out a soft hum. His eyes are staring directly at you while he holds your hair back out of your face, despite his neutral face you can still see the fondness swimming in his eyes.

“Say hi to gran for me!” Atsumu says and Ojiro glances at him, the two on the same device as they walk through the city.

“No.” Kita responds and Atsumu sighs dejectedly before going off on Ojiro when he starts to laugh at him.

Osamu continues to pay no attention to him, instead, he thrusts into your mouth while holding your head still so he can control the pace. It feels so good, he could fucking cum-

“Yo, ‘Samu what are you even doing? Reading your old man magazines?” Atsumu snickers when he notices how quiet his brother has been. Osamu closes his eyes momentarily, trying to calm himself down from snapping. He gently pulls himself off of you, allowing you to take over the pace.

“Eat shit ‘Tsumu.” Osamu snaps back, now watching the way your hands grip his strong thighs as you bob your head along his length.

“My grandmother-“ Kita starts but is quickly cut off.

“Ah, the shit that you cook ‘Samu?” Atsumu retorts, sticking his tongue out despite Osamu not being able to see it.

“Stop it, my grandmother-“ Kita tries again but Osamu interrupts him. The grip in your hair tightens as his anger grows.

“You really like that shit then since all you do is fucking eat it!” Osamu curses and Atsumu decides to tease him even more.

“I’ve never seen (Y/N) eat your cooking, that’s how you know it’s shit.” A gasp is heard right after Atsumu’s comment, Suna’s mouth falls open in shock.

“She eats all my cooking, I feed her well but right now she’s too busy sucking my dick.” Osamu spits and you immediately pull off of him, your mouth a perfect ‘o’ as you stare up at him in disbelief.

“You, right now?” Atsumu asks slowly and the line goes quiet.

“My grandmother is listening, I have the phone on speaker.” Kita finally finishes and the Miya twins start to count their final days.

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dejayoonw · 4 years

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hold tight , jjk

part 5 | make it up

word count: 4.3k

warnings: jealousy, mentions of drugs, dirty talk, praise, pet names(baby girl, little girl, pretty girl, she calls him daddy), jk has a big dick, oral (m receiving), deep throating, face fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, finger sucking, like one (1) pussy slap, he cums in her mouth

a/n: this is part five of my social media au hold tight & will probably make most sense if read along with the rest of the au.

“Come on, we don’t want to be late do we?” tugging your best friend's hand towards the door you wondered how Jungkook would react if you were to be a little late to the wedding, would you get to see him annoyed like the first time you met him just before he recognized you? You hoped you’d get to see that side of him again, liking it more than you cared to admit. Pushing your thoughts to the back of your mind you got into the passenger seat of Tae’s Bentley, it was his proudest possession to date. You were happy that your best friend's hard work had paid off enough that he could afford something like this, plus for the two of you to live in an upscale apartment. Of course the two of you shared the rent on the place but still, you were proud of him for being so successful while doing something he loved.

Pulling up to the wedding venue you smiled to yourself as Tae pulled into the parking space next to Jungkook's car. Your smile was soon wiped off your face the second Jungkook stepped out of his car. He was wearing tight black pants that accentuated his thighs with a button up shirt tucked in, two of the top buttons undone to show off a little bit of his chest. The only disappointment was one of your favorite parts about him, his arms littered with tattoos, had been covered by his sleeves. And yet, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to be disappointed, not when he looked this good. You will yourself to stop gawking at the boy, letting your eyes meet his only to see him already looking back at you with an uncharacteristically smug look on his face. You couldn’t care less that you’d been caught, in fact you were glad he’d seen you. You threw a wink his way and turned to your friend, taking the camera he’d lent you to use for the job out of his hands. Poor Tae was doing his best to ignore his best friend eye fucking the guy he’d hired, he found himself wishing more and more that Hoseok had been available.

Throughout the wedding you made sure to focus on the job, as much as you wanted to flirt with the pretty man in the oh so tight jeans you didn’t want to mess things up for Taehyung. So you kept to your section of the venue and did as you’d been instructed. The ceremony surprisingly seemed to go by quickly though the reception was lasting a lot longer than you’d expected. You weren’t sure how many people kept the photographers around throughout the whole reception but you guessed if you had a rich daddy to pay for everything you might do the same. Just as you were about to take the fortieth picture of the bride's grandmother doing shots with yet another man in his twenties you heard your name being called.

“The groom said they’re about to move the party to one of his friends' houses, it’s just their friends. He invited us.” Taehyung told you quietly so no one would overhear. Jungkook stood next to him though his eyes were anywhere else but on you or Tae.

“So they want us to take pictures of their friends doing coke and getting fucked up?” You mumbled not exactly excited about the extra work. Jungkook snorted at your response, you couldn’t help but smile a bit, feeling proud.

“No they want us to come get fucked up with them. Or, at least I don’t think that they’re planning on doing drugs.” Taehyung seemed to be questioning whether he should even go now, worried you might be right.

“Look at them Taehyung, of course they're going to do drugs. Why should that stop us from partying like Belford? We can be The Wolves of Walmart.” Taehyung shook his head at your ridiculous joke, especially considering you probably had just as much money as any of them, but chuckled nonetheless. How the two of you had even stayed so close into your adulthood was honestly something you both wondered everyday. You two were so different. Where he worried about things like drugs and shied away from anything overly sexual you didn’t bat an eye to it. You weren’t necessarily into coke or anything hardcore like that, but you’d smoked your fair share of weed in your lifetime.

“We’ll go if you want to but if anyone offers me a line I’m leaving.” Tae said, shuddering slightly at the thought. You smiled up at your soft hearted best friend finding his caution endearing. This was why you’d been able to stay close, because the differences the two of you had always seemed to be nothing in comparison to the adoration you held for each other, platonically of course. Once upon a time you might’ve harbored a crush for your introverted, modest friend but then he came out to you in tenth grade and you quickly got over those feelings. Besides, you were more into the bad boy type anyways.

“Are you coming too, Jungkookie?” You asked looking up at him through your eyelashes, eyes opening just a little wider. How could Jungkook say no to you when you looked at him like that? As much as your relentless teasing made him feel like he might have an aneurysm, he couldn’t resist spending more time with you. It felt weird not having you messing with him today, so maybe you’d talk to him at the party. This was probably the last time you’d see each other anyways, he should make it count.

“I’ll go for a bit.” The cute little smile that took over your face was enough to rid Jungkook of any second thoughts he might’ve had. Jungkook saw you as this powerful intimidatingly sexy woman who somehow still emitted the cutest energy. How would he ever survive tonight with you switching back and forth so drastically?

It didn’t seem to be a concern once the three of you got to the party. Ever since you walked through the door you’d been swarmed by multiple people. It was one after the other, even if Jungkook had worked up the courage to talk to you he’d never get the chance to. So he sulked on the couch, squished in between a couple engulfing each other and the arm of the couch. He’d lost Taehyung a while ago, though Jungkook figured he’d found someone for himself.

You loved your viewers, well most of them, there were definitely a few on the weirder side that occasionally took things too far, but overall you loved them, you were so thankful to them. It was times like these though, that you wished your job wasn’t so public. You’d been stuck in the same spot for the last hour, person after person had come up to you to ask if you were Honey from onlyfans. You hated that you sounded so snobby in your head but you really just wanted to talk with people normally tonight, you were there to have fun after all. Not that talking with your viewers wasn’t fun, you just really wished it didn’t feel like work sometimes. You’d zoned out on the guy next to you who had been telling you all of his favorite videos of yours in great detail. Your eyes found Jungkook across the room, a strong pout on his lips as he played on his phone. You tilted your head slightly wondering what had him so upset and why he wasn’t enjoying himself.

“Yuta, dude, leave that poor girl alone. Sorry Honey, he doesn’t know how to shut up sometimes.” One of the girls, who’d earlier introduced herself to you as Sorn, said trying to save you from her friend. Honestly Yuta wasn’t bothering you, it was just that he’d been rambling for the last 10 minutes and you would much rather be figuring out what’s going on with Jungkook right now. You smiled over at Sorn silently thanking her.

“It’s no problem, I think it’s sweet that you enjoy my content so much Yuta. I do think I'm going to go check on my friend though, again, it was nice talking to both of you.” You said, smiling sweetly at Yuta while winking at both of them before making your escape to Jungkook. You say yourself on the arm of the couch he was sitting on, catching his attention right away. You couldn’t help but notice the annoyed look on his face when he looked up at you.

“Why are you pouting over here all by yourself?” You asked him trying not to laugh at how obvious it was that he was struggling not to look at your legs that you’d draped over his own.

“Not all of us have a fan club everywhere we go to keep us entertained.” Jungkooks sharp tone had caught you off guard and shamefully sent a wave of head down to the pit of your stomach, but maybe that was the drink you’d been nursing since you’d gotten here. You weren’t sure why you found yourself wanting to make it up to Jungkook, you hadn’t done anything wrong. It’s not like the two of you came together or anything. Yet here you were, giving him your best apologetic eyes, with a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Jungkookie, I didn’t mean to make you jealous.” You said quietly, hoping he wouldn’t think you were still teasing him. Jungkook didn’t know where this shift in attitude came from but he could swear he’d seen this look somewhere before.

“I’m not jealous, what do I have to be jealous over?” He didn’t know if he was trying to convince himself or you but it was clear neither of you were buying it. You didn’t push it though, you didn’t know why you felt so compelled to make things right with him. Maybe it was just instinct because you were admittedly attracted to him and you tend to submit to the people in your life who you connected with physically.

“But still, we’re friends and I let you sit over here alone while I talked to a bunch of people. I should’ve stayed with you. Let me make it up to you?” There was no way in hell Jungkook was reading this right. You were sat with your legs draped across his lap, your fingertips grazing his shoulder and every so often they’d brush his neck just slightly, but there was no way you were saying what he thinks you’re saying.

“What, um, what do you mean?” He asked, avoiding your intense gaze.

“Anything you want, name it and I’ll do it.” How was this happening? Jungkook had to be reading it wrong. But, what else could you mean? His mind was racing so fast, he felt himself freaking out. Before he even thought about it Jungkook was mumbling something about finding a bathroom and stumbling off away from you. Jungkook wasn’t even sure how he found the bathroom, but all he knew is he needed water, now.

Splashing some of the water onto his face Jungkook attempted to calm himself down. Why had he gotten so freaked out? This wasn’t like him, normally he was good at getting people he was interested in, man or woman. Why did you make him so nervous? Just because he’d seen you naked before didn’t mean you’re any different from the people he’d slept with before. Except you were, he hadn’t slept with you. He’d just seen some pictures and maybe a video or two(or fifty) of you. He’d fantasized about you without even knowing you and now he knew you, kind of. He felt creepy. Why did he though? You posted that stuff for people like him to look at, you made it clear that you knew he’d seen your stuff and you didn’t act like you felt weird about it. In fact, you acted like you liked it. So why was he hiding in the bathroom? You’d basically just offered to fulfill all the fantasies he’d had about you. He had never been one to run from that kind of offer before, at least not from someone as beautiful as you.

The more Jungkook thought the more he hated himself from most likely missing his chance with you. How many of your viewers could say they’d had this opportunity? He didn’t know, but the answer was none. You’d made it a rule a long time ago not to sleep with any of your viewers. There was just something about Jungkook, which is why you’d made your way outside the bathroom to apologize for freaking him out. You weren’t sure why you thought he’d wanted to sleep with you in the first place. Sure you knew he’d seen your stuff online but that didn’t mean anything. Jungkook didn’t see you at first when he opened the door but when you’d called out his name he was glad to see you.

“I’m sorry I forced myself on you like that, I think I just read the signs wrong. I got carried away because I think you’re really attractive and, I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You kept your eyes on your hands folded in front of you. You had this pitiful look on your face like you were ashamed of yourself. Jungkook was disgusted with how hot he found it. Why did literally everything about you turn him on? More importantly why hadn’t he jumped at the opportunity to act on it when he first noticed that you were willing. Yoongi would’ve called Jungkook a little bitch if he’d seen the way he’d been acting around you.

“Shut up and get in the bathroom.” Your eyes went wide as you checked to make sure it was actually Jungkook’s mouth those words came out of. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks at the stern look on his face. Where had this come from? Where had he been hiding this side? You knew if you walked in that bathroom you’d be getting exactly what you’d silently(and not so silently) been begging for since you met Jungkook. He didn’t want to push you, but he couldn’t deny the excitement he felt when you rushed past him into the bathroom.

“If you don’t want to do this we don’t have to.” You told Jungkook when he shut the two of you in the small bathroom. You wanted to give him the opportunity to leave before anything happened. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel pressured.

“I can assure you babygirl, I want nothing more than to show you just how much I want this.” Before you could process his words Jungkook's lips were on yours, kissing you like a man starved. His lips were soft and he wasted no time being gentle, sliding his hands in your hair and tugging your head back further to give him better access as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Then, before you could get used to the feeling of his mouth on yours, his lips left yours and attacked the skin on your neck. Sucking, nibbling, and licking as he tried to find your sweet spot. Your fingers were desperate to cling onto something, moving from his back up to the base of his neck you raked your fingers through his hair as his mouth worked wonders on your neck. You were a whimpering mess as he left little marks all over your neck. Jungkook smiled at the sweet sounds leaving your lips, feeling proud of himself for getting this kind of reaction without even really doing anything. You could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties and you ached for some kind of relief. You involuntarily pushed your hips into his, feeling his already forming bulge causing both of you to moan at the sudden contact.

“You better keep your hands to yourself if you want this to go well for you, little girl.” You had to stop yourself from moaning out loud at his words. Jungkooks grip on your hips was tight enough that you’d probably bruise but all you could feel was pleasure.

“Kookie please,” You begged, dropping down to your knees in front of him, taking his large hands in yours. “wanna make it up to you.”

You wouldn’t continue without his explicit permission, so you gazed up at him with wide eyes. How could Jungkook say no when the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen was on her knees in front of him begging to suck his cock?

“Go ahead baby girl, show me what that pretty mouth can do.” He said letting his hand fall to the back of your head gently. His cock was practically screaming to be let out of the tight confidments of his jeans. As you cautiously undid the zipper and button and pulled both his jeans and his underwear down at once Jungkook let out a soft noise at the relief. You gawked at his size, he was probably the biggest you’d ever had, prettiest too. Your mouth was watering at the sight, he was perfect.

Looking up at him you were stunned again by the beauty that is Jeon Jungkook. Staring down at you with his mouth agape he brought his hand to your jaw, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip. Keeping your gaze locked with his you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just slightly, licking at the pad of his thumb. Jungkook groaned slightly as he finally guided his cock into your mouth, watching you close your lips around the head and started slowly bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You began to use your tongue as you quickened your pace. Jungkook was mostly silent but you could tell he was enjoying himself when he tightened his grip on your hair every time you took him deeper.

You began to use your hands a bit, causing a moan to leave his lips at the feeling. You then took his cock deeper, finally making him buck his hips forward, hitting the back of your throat. Rolling your eyes back you pushed your head down further on his cock hoping he’d get the hint. Thankfully he did, tangling his hand in your hair to hold your head still, he bucked his hips again, harder this time, shoving his cock even farther than before. He repeated the motion, fucking your face until you had to tap out.

Pulling off of his dick with a pop, you were gasping for air, your chin covered in saliva and your hair was a mess, you looked perfect. Quickly Jungkook pulled you up by your arms needing to feel your lips on his again. Your pretty little hands snaked their way up Jungkook's shirt, feeling his abs as he kissed you. How that simple action affected him so much Jungkook didn’t know, but he did know he was in for it. Sex before didn’t come close to how it felt with you and he hadn’t even fucked you yet, how was he ever supposed to have sex again with a random girl knowing it could be this good with you?

You lightly traced Jungkook’s abs letting your hand slowly fall down to his cock, pumping it in hopes of getting what you wanted. Jungkook kissed you a little harder making you moan and rub your thighs together for some relief. Needing to feel you Jungkook pulled your hand off him and roughly turned you around, pushing you against the bathroom counter. You whined at the feeling of his hard cock against your ass.

“You’ve been such a good girl baby, sucking my cock so well. Feel how hard you made me?” He whispered, his raspy voice sending more heat to your dripping core. His arms wrapped around your waist, his hand cupping your clothed pussy making you whine out. “Want to be my good girl? Want me to fill up this pretty little pussy?

“Please.” You begged, wanting nothing more than to be his good girl. Jungkook pulled your dress up over your ass, yanking your soaked panties down letting them fall to your ankles. His hands gripped your ass as he admired the pretty sight for a moment before he dipped one finger into your entrance almost groaning at how tight and wet you were.

“Fuck babygirl, who did this to you? You’re soaked.” He teased, adding another finger to stretch you out enough for his cock. You let your head fall forward, loving the feeling of Jungkook's fingers pumping in and out of you. Then suddenly he pulled them out and slapped your aching pussy causing you to yelp. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.”

“You did.” You whined out, pushing your ass back into Jungkook's hips, needing some relief. Thankfully he shoved both fingers back in, feeling satisfied with your answer. But he wasn’t done teasing you.

“Are you sure it’s only for me? Not all those other people you were ignoring me for?” He asked, curling his fingers up and hitting your g-spot.

“No, fuck,” You moaned as he continuously hit that spot, you were so close. “It’s only for you, daddy.”

Jungkook groaned at the nickname, he’d never cared much for it but something about the way you said it made his dick twitch. He pulled his soaked fingers from your pussy ignoring the whine you let out in protest. He spread your juices all over his cock before lining the head at your entrance. Both of you let out gasps of air and soft moans as he slid his cock into you.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good.” All you could manage to reply with was moans of agreement as he bottomed out. Both of you needed a moment to not cum right away. The feeling was too good. Needing him to move you ground your hips into his making him groan out a sweet sound as he gripped your hips tightly to stop you. Before you could beg him to move he had pulled back almost all the way out and slammed his hips back in forcefully. Your head fell forward as he repeated the action at a fast pace. His hands left your hips to squeeze your ass, letting one hand fall down to spank you, surely leaving a handprint.

Needing to get deeper Jungkook pulled your leg up onto the counter, gripping at your thigh tightly. You moaned at how deep he was getting now, knowing it wouldn’t be long before you were coming apart. Jungkook shushed you letting his free hand wrap around to shove two of his fingers into your mouth to silence your loud moans.

“You’re doing so good for me pretty girl but I need you to be quiet okay? We don’t want to get caught, do we?” The thought of someone catching the two of you had you clenching around Jungkook's cock, making his hips sputter for a moment. “Oh you like that idea? The thought of someone finding out what a slut you are for your daddy?”

Jungkook's hand left your thigh and immediately found your clit, rubbing at a fast pace to match the way he was pounding into you. You moaned loudly around his fingers, biting down on them lightly causing a hiss to leave his lips. Your leg that had been holding you up was starting to feel like jello but you ignored it as you came undone all over Jungkook's cock, clenching and shaking in his hands. He held out, fucking you through your orgasm until you let your leg down so you could hold youself up. Jungkook quickly pulled out ready to cum on your back until you dropped to your knees and opened your mouth wide. Moaning at the sight Jungkook let his load spill all over your tongue only getting a little bit on your lips. You kept your eyes on his as you gathered his cum on your fingers and popped them in your mouth making sure you got every last drop. After you swallowed you opened your mouth to show him, making him smile down at you, grazing your cheek with his thumb.

“Did I do good?” You asked softly, still staring up at him with wide eyes.

“You did amazing baby girl.” He told you, pulling you up to stand. He chuckled and held you still when you wobbled slightly still not fully able to stand on your own. Crouching down, Jungkook pulled your panties up your legs for you and let your dress back down.

“Thank you, daddy.” You told him, partly teasing and partly serious. He rolled his eyes and smirked at your words placing a soft kiss on your cheek. The moment was interrupted by a banging on the door, making you two jump apart.

“Yo, are you two idiots not done yet?”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #hold tight #dejayoon #bts social media au #jungkook social media au #bts au #jungkook au #bts sm au #jungkook sm au #bts fake texts

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E96 (February 25, 2020)

Tonight’s guests are Taliesin Jaffe and Liam O’Brien!

Announcements: The Chicago live show and C2E2 are imminent! The live show will be on Thursday night, but an hour earlier than usual, at 6 PM Pacific/8 PM Central! Liam will be at the live show, but unfortunately has to leave C2E2 early and won’t be able to make it on Sunday. On Friday, the first behind-the-scenes video for The Legend of Vox Machina animated series was posted on YouTube, introducing the writing team!

Episode 96: Family Shatters

Stats for this week’s episode! Of the 16 times Caleb has cast Teleportation Circle, the M9 have remembered to contact someone prior to their arrival 7 times. Of those 7 times, they were successful at contacting someone at the location only 3. Taliesin: “We’re playing this game like Skyrim, we’re just going through people’s houses breaking pottery.” Caduceus got the straw hat that he gave to Clarabelle in episode 31, about 188 in-game days ago. There were 17 cow-related puns. Dani: “Is that above or below average for a Critical Role episode?”

“Clay was kind of built relatively quickly. I didn’t give Matt a ton to play with. I gave him the order in which they left, I gave him Clay’s attitude and his impression of his family members, which was usually just one sentence, and some basic idea of what their power set might be if they had one. I always thought of him as, from a family perspective, of what would have happened to Percy if nothing went wrong.” He was happy to be the one to run the family business and just hang around at home and run the shrine. “I think the rest of the kids’ wanderlust probably put them at odds quite a bit.” He liked being able to play that conflict and show what Caduceus was like when he was annoyed. Cad took after his father, the girls generally wanted to leave, and Colton is “just sort of a doofus.”

Caleb was an only child, so seeing this many kids was a lot. “They clearly had their grudges and their different dynamics with each other, but that’s normal, for sure. Caleb’s very unfamiliar with it.” He also keeps looking at Nott and thinking about how everything he’s doing is about wanting to rebuild his family, whereas Nott is so conflicted about going back to hers. “He doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t want to push it” or judge her for it. “I thought I had a really defined direction at the start of the campaign, but my seven best friends have knocked it silly.”

What’s keeping Cad with the Nein? “Caduceus is not ready to go home at all. He’s not done with his walkabout. He feels like he wants to see a bit more. He feels he has an intense debt to pay. He feels he has a mission to see everybody else through, at the very least. Or at least he’s telling himself that. So he’s saved his home, or at least he thinks he’s saved his home, and his family’s all right, so now it’s debts that must be paid. He’s not somebody who thinks you can just get off the bus.”

“Caleb was going to ask [the hag] about the ability to travel backward through time, not really believing that she could do that, but was still like, show me what you’ve got.” Even if she’d said it, he would have thought she was a liar. “Probably would’ve offered to kill the M9″ in exchange, then would’ve turned around to hit her with a surprise Disintegrate. Liam notes repeatedly that nothing could possibly have been as cool as what Laura wound up doing.

On the Nein not worrying about places Cad considered sacred ground, Caduceus “is fine with conflict. He doesn’t even really have to have conflict, he could assert himself if he were so inclined. It’s that he’s aware that there are limits to what these people can do. It’s very much the philosophy of ‘children and drunks can do no wrong’.” He’s picking his battles.

Was there a defining moment where Caleb started seeing the Nein as family? No single moment. “It’s like love by a thousand cuts.” Liam notes that he’s still not sure how Caleb would react if he suddenly had the means to carry out his plans. “He’s got the recovering-addict mentality.”

Cosplay of the Week: an amazing Pumat! (CriticalHitical, photo by Minniemooncos on Twitter)

Taliesin notes that Caduceus is definitely feeling more connected to the group. “If anything, Caduceus is really embracing his role as the spiritual guide to the group. He feels like he really has a lot to offer from that perspective of being the roving therapist. Or at least, he thinks he’s a roving therapist.” Liam notes that Cad is the most mysterious of the group to Caleb. “He’s the most religious character I’ve ever played, too. He’s fun! He really came together very nicely.”

On Caleb being more lighthearted on occasion: “He’s been out of practice being a human being for a long time.” The Nein’s brand of ridiculousness is rubbing off on him.

Why hasn’t Cad been pranking the Nein? “They don’t treat him poorly in that way yet. Siblings, man. I have quite a few siblings, and there is an energy. It’s the same way like when you’re around your parents, you revert to a 15-year-old.” Same with siblings. “There’s just something-- just the urge to torture them is so overpowering.” The moment he got the whistle, he knew exactly what he was going to do with it. Liam was reminded of Taliesin’s real-life siblings while watching these interactions in the game.

On Caleb’s laying on compliments for the Traveler: “The thing about time travel is it’s so implausible. It’s so implausible that I could see us finishing this campaign and Caleb will still have it in the back of his head for the rest of his life. But maybe Artagan could help with that. He certainly sees the potential in Artagan, and it was a balance between wanting to support everything Jester has devoted her life to, so it just felt like everyone was ready to write it off. Life is often like this, life isn’t what you thought it would be, it is what it is. Let’s not damn this yet, let’s feel it out. And if I can use this situation to possibly eradicate ultimate evil, that’s a win.”

Cad found it tough to have family and friends in the same room and play both roles. “I don’t know how much it came across that he was trying to keep them, not necessarily separated, but ‘family, guys, guys, family, ANYWAY.’” He did want to get his family on their way as quickly as possible. Cad is the equivalent of his early 20s, so something like 85-120 years old for a firbolg.

Liam is asked about the conversation between Caleb and Yasha on watch several episodes ago. "You know what one of the best parts of that scene that played out was, is about 20 minutes or 30 minutes before that happened, I texted Ashley at the table and said, ‘Want to take watch? I have nothing planned, it could be fun.’” He wasn’t expecting it to go that far. “I think he had such an extreme reaction because he felt that he had done a good job of hiding things, and he was suddenly worried that he was transparent, that everyone had been able to read him this whole time when he’d thought that he was-- well, he’s a little in love with Jester Lavorre, and has been for a while, uselessly in love with her. The waltz was probably a little pebble. And in that moment-- this doesn’t play out verbally too much in the show, but he just was worried that this thing that he’s never going to admit to because it’s useless, she’s finding herself, and has her whole life ahead of her, and has other people around her who care about her and are a whole lot better for her than he is. And he’s aware of the way those two [Fjord and Beau] feel as well. It’s just there in the background fucking up his shit. It’s really just a problem. Big fucking problem.”

Fan art of the week: a gorgeous Clay family portrait! (by Teaweltzer on Twitter)

On Clay being absent for the renewal of his home: “I don’t think his arc’s ending off-screen. I think his arc ends when he comes home to see what’s become of it.”

Is Caleb worried about Beau since the confrontation with her father? “Of course he is. She’s ignoring all the advice that she gave him. He doesn’t like to see her that hard on herself when she’s so competent and probably the backbone of the group. It’s the most judgey Caleb’s been of anybody, really, but he’s very aware of the pain of family and personal stuff. She knows her, and even though he broke his shit in half, he could still see the dynamic in the room when we visited his family, so he feels for her. We need you and we love you and we will miss you, you don’t fucking get to go.”

Each of the temples has a secondary god; what was the Blooming Grove’s other god? “The Blooming Grove is for the Archeart because it is a gift of beauty. It’s the Allhammer, the Changebringer, and the Archeart. It’s kind of a powerplay from the Wildmother, in my opinion. They’re all three based off of very specific types of funereal practices that are common throughout the world.”

Caleb saw giving over the transformation spell to Essek as a returning of one of his many favors. “Caleb likes Essek a lot. They’re like two highly gifted kids at school together. And, you know, he’s quirkily charming and handsome. There’s just no reason not to, in his mind. Outside of the M9, he’s probably the only person that Caleb would see as a friend that he’s made. Everyone else is just sort of scenery around the M9.”

What’s next for Cad? “It’s a little bit of finding himself, or at least finishing himself would be the way to put it.” (cue snickering from off-camera) “He’s also vaguely aware of some of the things that are going to possibly emotionally damage the party on the horizon, and he wants to be ready to deal with, in vague order, whatever’s going to happen to Jester, and then whatever’s going to happen to Fjord, and then whatever’s going to happen to Nott, and Yasha, and Caleb. He doesn’t know how to deal with what Beau’s going through. It’s the one thing he has no experience of, because he has no experience with that family dynamic. When he met people with that family dynamic, it was always at the end of it.”

Some fans sent in death whistles. Brian encourages Taliesin to play one on the plane.

The hat for Calliope was a last-minute thought. The flute could also have gone for Colton, depending on “who I could sneak up on”.

Caleb took a symbol of the Archeart from the Labenda Swamp. “I think it was familiar to me. I think I might have either correctly or mistakenly thought it reminded me of the woman who helped Caleb in the Sanatorium.”

#critical role #critical role spoilers #talks machina #talks machina spoilers #long text post

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fossilfantom79 · 3 years

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My random, rambly, and long takeaways from the Overthinkers Society interview

I'm just curious HOW this interview was even set up? I see that Su Lee has an interview with Soyon An in November so maybe that's why, but given how it wasn't a heavy JATP-oriented conversation, I'm surprised it was organized at all.

LOVED the contrasting energies between Su Lee and Charlie. Like on one hand I was worried it was going to be overwhelming and Charlie may talk over her too much, but they were pretty good with waiting for their turn and listening to each other for the most part (except for some small misunderstandings or missed sarcasm that we're funny to watch). Not to mention Su Lee's energy and self-deprecating humour were all VERY relatable. I think her energy was good for him to help keep some of his thoughts organized (emphasis on some).

I liked the mix of randomness, humour, and introspection in this video. Because it wasn't promoting anything, it was just a nice moment for them to reflect on the impact of the pandemic and coping mechanisms, which is always nice to hear. And it was nice to see Charlie talk about some things seriously and respectfully.

I got so nervous when they were talking about languages that he would make a comment about Su Lee's English being very good (because I even saw that in the comments!) but he didn't and I breathed a sigh of relief lol

LOVED Charlie's general supportive attitude when talking about Su Lee being an overthinker and feeling like her first live gig would be bad. What a gem.

HILARIOUS moments

Su Lee asking if Charlie is "mentally stable" and his reaction

Charlie saying the months in French and Su Lee's reaction

Them talking about her mic set up

Charlie needing to have something in his mouth throughout the interview and his general restlessness (to the point that he pulled a muscle?!)

Them not remembering the name of the "Step Up" movies and Charlie just knowing that if they were talking live, people would step in to help out.

Also, really not here for JAPT Twitter harping on Charlie for calling COVID-19 "a flu" (when he even admitted he wasn't sure). He said a flu, not the flu. It was an honest mistake and you could tell the mixup was because he was trying to make the parallel of the 1918 flu pandemic with COVID-19 and even admitted RIGHT AWAY that he is not an expert on this (which really...he isn't...he's a 22yo actor who probably doesn't know offhand the difference between "a flu" vs. pneumonia). I personally am not a fan of him travelling throughout the pandemic, but it seems like the mask-wearing has improved and he's really been hanging out with the same social bubble. Is this modelling ideal behaviour? No...but he's a generally well-intentioned guy, and the whole idea of "trying to hold him accountable" honestly feels like a waste of time and energy.

#charlie gillespie #jatp cast

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GAAAHH OKAY WEREANIMALS AGAIN what animals are they, exactly? (🤫❤)

Alright I've been WAITING for someone to ask this so I can nerd about the thought I put into these (for context for y'all, it's this AU)

For length sake (and cause they're my favorites cause I'm biased), we'll keep it to the original Island cast (plus Sierra and Alejandro)

Owen- Bear. Cause he's big, tends to eat a lot, and claims how he's a woodsman "naturalist". He also has a lot of interactions with bears on the show.

Gwen- Dragon. She mentions having lizards at home, and something about a goth dragon is badass. Plus, in Dramarama Ella turned to a dragon and there she was her cousin, so it's cool to think if she got really really mad she would too.

Heather- Panther. Heather has always had major cat energy, like even before it was revealed she owned a cat. And a black panther kinda fits her hair.

Duncan- Skunk. It started as a joke about how his attitude stinks, and he kinda melded into it. A tough guy no one wants to mess with like how no one wants to mess with a skunk. (His green hair even extends to his tail skunk stripe)

LeShawna- Badger. Honestly, LeShawna was the hardest to pinpoint, and I just picked badger cause to get the list done (fun fact, originally she was a porcupine). Again, she melded into it. Sweet and loving, but can also rip your face off if prompted, like a real badger.

Geoff- Otter. Playful, fun, easygoing, and a love for the water. Had Geoff written all over it

Izzy- Hyena. Something about a hyena suits Izzy; crazy, loud laugh, but definitely a force no one wants to reckon with.

DJ- Deer. They're big creatures, but also gentle and graceful. DJ is just deerkin.

Lindsay- Tabby. Another one to hard point (she was actually the last contestant that got an animal). Eventually tabby because they're agile (and she does gymnastics), and relatively nice and unassuming (but still smarter than she looks). Lindsay gravitating to Heather as a friend in Island in this AU is partially because Heather's also a cat, albeit a bigger one.

Bridgette- Seal. Bridgette's technically more a selkie than a "were", in that she can control it with whether her hoodie's on and off, unlike everyone else who seems to only have partial control. Seals are also fun loving and love the water so it suited Bridgette too

Trent- Human. He was the normal guy in the show, so it makes sense he's the normal guy here.

(he almost was a donkey cause he low-key tryna smash a dragon)

Harold- Bug. Harold's unique in that he's not pinpointed down to transforming into one specific bug, but actually a variety of bugs, like how he has so many wicked skills throughout the competition

(It's also a reference to how everyone's annoyed with his fact spilling, i.e. a pest)

Courtney- Raccoon. Courtney just screams raccoon; smart, conniving, and her taste in men is trash

Katie and Sadie- Lovebirds. They're constantly together, and get upset when they're apart for a few Island episodes. Just like real lovebirds.

Beth- Pig. She comes from a farm and mentions a pet pig. This was pretty easy.

Cody- Rabbit. They're tiny, unassuming (but still badass in their own way), and are great at multiplying (well, Cody's only great at the math kind of multiplying, but it still counts). Also cause Cody on the show is sure he's gonna die a bunch of times, and AU rabbit Cody feels the same (especially cause most of the other contestants can change to predator animals).

Tyler- Chicken. This was more for comedy with Tyler's fear of chickens, and his were being a chicken makes his phobia extremely ironic. And how he's not great at athletic, and quite literally has chicken arms.

Justin- Wolf. This guy already kinda looked like a Taylor Lautner wannabe, so why not take it further by having him constantly look like something straight out of a Twilight movie?

Noah- Dog. He mentions having a dog many times, and...I dunno something about it suits him. The same chaotic energy Noah has, in that here, he's smart enough to hack into a video game system, but still dumb enough to bark at his reflection for 3 hours. Also him having a dog tail constantly sticking out that always gives away how he actually has feelings.

(also more specifically, a dachshund cause he tiny)

Eva- Tiger. Tigers are badass. Eva is badass. Enough said.

Ezekiel- Boar. I actually didn't choose this one, a friend of mine I was talking to about this with did. But it kinda fits him considering he's also from a farm, and kinda turns feral later on in the show, like how wild boars exists.

Sierra- Hyena. Cause like Izzy, she's also crazy, but in a much scarier way (like real hyenas vs fictional ones). Here, Cody takes her romantic interest the wrong way and thinks she wants to eat him (I mean she does but not in that way)

Alejandro- Jaguar. In the Hawaiian Aftermath, they chose a jaguar as his spirit animal, and frankly there they list all the reasons why for me.

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So it's no secret im critical of RWBY, I am with most things I enjoy. But the keyword of that is "enjoy", I love RWBY, have since I first discovered it and I wanted to talk about the things I love about it.

The Characters

You can write the most fantastic plot on the world but it means nothing if you don't have good characters. Since the beginning RWBY has been about its characters, it's even named after them. And we're introduced to these 4 girls all with hopes and dreams and watching them reach them.

And watching them grow throughout the course of the show is both heartwarming and heart breaking.

When these discussions come up everyone brings up. Weiss, which is fair she's had the most significant change (and shes a queen). She goes from stuck up princess to a warmer person. I love that she remembers the lessons she learned, Volume 1 or even Volume 2 Weiss wouldn't be the one comforting Yang in Volume 5. She might try but I feel like it would come across as insincere or lack the weight it did if Ruby was in her place.

This Weiss knows the pain Yang's going through, and the first thing that comes to her is to be there for her.

But hese two have never been very close. They've taunted and laughed and fought for each other and for me this is when Nice Weiss was just the new natural Weiss. But without losing what makes Weiss, Weiss.

But it's also the little things. Weiss defending Blake against Cordovin, Blake wrapping Weiss in a blanket when she's scared. Ruby being awe and supporting her team. The train scene to Argus felt like we were back in Beacon, Blake reading her book, Weiss is rolling her eyes but going along with Ruby and Yang and Ruby are fighting over who's winning a video game.

And its not limited to them, seeing Qrow being a badass and reluctant parent is always a fun time. And his alcoholism being explored was interesting and I didn't think we'd end up there. (It really puts Ruby into perspective, trying to be strong and happy for everyone with the stance of a leader. Ruby is a leader, that question was undoubtly answered.

Seeing Jaune, this goofy coward with a big heart go at Cinder because of Pyrrah's death... That hurt... That hurt a lot. And I may argue about the Statue scene but I hope he gets closure. (And stays away from those thirsty Mantle mums)

Ozpin's and Ironwoods downward spirals and reveals were beautifully done. It really felt like their Oz counterparts, going from the all knowing wizard to the man behind the curtain and the tin man losing his heart. You see just how much Ozpin cared for others, how his actions hurt many but have always been built on good intentions and just how human he is.

You see just how resilient and strong Ironwood is, how he's misguided but he will do whatever it takes. Really hit the theme of fear, especially with Ozpin's speech at the end.

The Music

Only gets better and better honestly. Casey you are awesome, the music is something I can never be prepared for. Until the End still makes me bawl like a baby everytime I hear it and they just reflect each and every scene, character and fight their placed in. The music in RWBY can feel as instrumental (see what I did there 🙃) to the show as the plot. Their intertwined, both telling these great stories. And they absolutely hold up, personally I love Weiss's songs and This will be the day and if that plays during the final battle I will scream.

They don't just hype up scenes, they add to them. I know ya'll were crying when Forever Fall started playing as the leaves hit the ground and Pyrrah's statue was revealed (... Not that I did.) And I'm already wondering about the songs for V8.

The writing and the Plot

Because despite some of the issues and criticism, it is good. I don't think we'd still be watching if we didn't believe that. Ironwood and Ozpin are my go to for awesome writing but their not the only instances of it. Yang and Ruby being reunited, Ruby instantly apologising and rambling and Yang giving her a big hug before bringing in Weiss, that was awesome.

Instantly we have Ruby, who up until now has been a leader crumble. In that moment she's Yang's little sister and Weiss is her best friend, nothing cemented that more for me that than moment after they've been apart for so long.

Ozpin's Backstory was long awaited and personally I loved it. You have two people, made us understand how much they loved each other and how their differing views changed the world and lead to the stare of remnant today. Do I prefer my headcannon? Of course I do, but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy this any less.

Tai, Port and Oobleck talking with Yang, we needed that joy and she needed it too. It just felt real... You have these teachers and mentors who've seen war and destruction and they try to make her laugh. And I wish we could've seen more of that.

And the fact it keeps making us and them question things. Was it wrong for Ozpin to lie? Was it wrong for Raven for leave? Are we doing the right thing by going to Atlas? Should we tell Ironwood the truth? Should Ozpin have told Salem? Should Robin be trusted? Should Zwei be integral to the plot? The fact that they can do this, lay the consequences for what happened and still make us debate on the outcomes and the what ifs is impressive. (Although the Zwei one is fact)

Symbolism

Here's a few I found because I am a sucker for it and yes I know they may not all be intentional:

Both Yang and Adam have similar semblances. Except, Yangs takes time over a fight to build up, reflecting her thrill of a fight and how she likes to take risks. While Adam charges his into huge and constant attacks, showing his desire and eagerness to hurt others. Making them somewhat parallel the other, how they are quite alike in attitudes but not heart which is why Blake chooses Yang.

Ozpin having the relic of choice under Beacon because he values it so much, he makes sure everyone has one before they join him, before Pyyrah became the maiden. How one choice changed everything for him.

The White Fang wear Grimm masks, how they became more about spreading fear and they became more like monsters.

Ironwood having the relic of creation, the focus of innovation and robotics that's so prevalent in Atlas and how its energy was used to raise the city above the rest.

Ozpin being associated with gears and clocks.

Qrow and Raven's names mirroring their bird forms. But also because crows are seen as symbols of misfortune and Raven's are symbols of insight and prophecy.

Every Wizard of Oz and fairytale reference. There are too many to name so here's a few: Pinnochio being eaten by a Whale (giant whale grimmm and our protector of mantle), Tock is a crocodile Faunus who's semblance was dictated by a ticking clock, Ozpin glynda and Ironwood are Oz the good witch and tinman. Salem has flying gorilla grimm.

(side note for V8, from the trailer it seems Salem is looking for someone. She represents the Wicked witch, has her flying grimm.. And its been said Oscar represents Dorothy so get the missing posters ready)

Pyyrah being the one to unlock Jaune's aura and the idea of losing someone the way he lost her is what unlocks his semblance.

And that's all. Im well aware RWBY isn't a masterpiece and that it's not awful either. I love it for what it is.

#rwby #I love Rwby #Rwby deserves more love its not a masterpiece but who cares #Message from a fan and a critic #ruby rose #weiss schee #yang xiao long #blake bellodona

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* chicago’s very own ezra calhoun has been spotted on madison avenue , with a striking semblance to brandon larracuente ! you may know them as @calhoun or hitting the front page of tmz as calhoun curse ? the neighbourhood singer calls off third engagement in as many years . according to tmz , you just had your twenty - third birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re imprudent , but being astute might help you . things that would paint a better picture of you would be a beat up telecaster slung over your shoulder , a clenched jaw as you try to play nice ( and fail miserably , ) a sharp tongue hiding the fear of ending up alone . ( cis man + he/him ) + ( teddy , 18+ , she/her , cst. )

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : homelessness mention , drug mention .

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 :

ezra is the eldest of five , half of his siblings having a separate dad and the other half being unsure of who their dad is at all . their mom has never stayed with a guy for longer than a few months , a year being the usual cut off before it’s onto the next or revisiting the old . either way , this level of dysfunctionality makes a lasting impression on ezra .

the revolving door of guys telling him “ call me dad ” left him with the feeling that perhaps he’d never be able to rely on another man in his life , stepping up to be the man of the house much before he ever knew what that role entailed . he finds his mother passed out far too often , laughter shared over dinner yet the billowy white wisps leaving her mouth from a small glass pipe on the balcony when she thinks he’s not watching . he’s the one helping siblings with homework , packing shoddy lunches with whatever food stamp goodies they can get their hands on , making sure everyone gets to the bus on time while his mother is semi - conscious in their bathroom .

there’s guy one that lasts , daryl who enters when ezra is 13 . he sends ezra’s mother into a spiral , enabling her past the point of daily function and rendering her a full - blown junkie while he mooches off the little savings she managed to scrape together . ezra acts out to all hell , a plague of any classroom he inhabits , mouthing off as if to blow off the steam from a home life that forces him into silence . he’s a tyrant in the classroom but a savior at home , where a wisdom beyond his years leads him to show up to his siblings’ parent - teacher meetings as the only “ grown up “ in their lives who truly gives a shit .

he’s 17 when a row so horrifying with his mother , siding with a man practically dragging her down to hell , forces ezra onto the streets for some sort of reprieve . he’s heartbroken to leave his siblings but finds some comfort in the next eldest girls being equal parts brilliant and responsible . as a final fuck you to the man who ruined his only source of stability , he steals daryl’s most prized belongings : among them , a limited edition signed nirvana cd , and a rosewood martin acoustic guitar , more suited for display than use considering the price .

he hops from shelter to bench to shelter throughout most of california and doesn’t talk much about what he has to do to survive . with all the time in the world to lounge about , he learns how to play guitar from other street buskers in exchange for protection in numbers , and before he knows it , he’s able to afford a long term hotel in los angeles by playing on a busy corner . he sings as if his life depends on it , and at times , it does , but before long , he’s being recognized in the bus station he plays in . he’s 18 when someone posts a video of him singing “ creep ” by radiohead on a corner which sends him viral , a talent agent quickly taking him off the streets and shoving him into a recording booth . they’re based in chicago , and fly him out , cementing his love for the city that gave him his break .

he brings along a couple of lads he had met on his travels , some fellow vagabonds , some simply guys he’d met throughout his time in la , and before long their debut ep “ i’m sorry ” catapults them to radios and a local tour . by the time their full length album drops , the neighbourhood is one of the world’s biggest international touring acts , a push of indie meets pop with grunge and hip hop influences .

ezra calhoun , a true rags to riches story , indulges perhaps a bit too heavily in the lifestyle he has suddenly been thrust into , becoming something of a media frenzy for his unpredictable nature . sternly keeping his personal life out of social media but writing open - hearted love songs to each conquest he lands ( as well as being a rather high - profile serial philanderer , ) he’s a curious contradiction , stumbling about onstage with eloquent penned lyrics yet stepping offstage and being caught up in every scandal in the book . shattered engagements , cheating scandals , drug busts , sloppy performances , ezra’s more and more a liability with a short fuse , risking almost as much for the team behind him as what he’s worth .

he doesn’t try to use his past as a sob story to fuel him moving forward , but anyone who knows what he’s seen growing up can see how it takes hold of him in adulthood . he’s every bit a mess as what his aesthetic would make him seem , destructive to a fault and with a mouth on him that gets him in as much trouble as it gets him out of . though he is as responsible of a brother as his siblings could have asked for , his notoriety now is credited to the chaos he causes seemingly just for fun .

truly little to no moral compass as at this point , he tells himself that he’s been through enough shit that he deserves whatever indulgences he chooses to give himself . he’s a hedonist through and through , a philanderer as if it keeps him breathing , and a naturally addictive personality , ezra is all points of a powder keg ready to blow .

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 :

ezra has one degree of separation before he’s got a superiority complex , readily staring down anyone who crosses his path with unflinching eye contact and a flexed jaw . everything to him is a confrontation and one he makes an effort to come out unscathed by . if it’s not his biting wit fighting his battles for him , he’ll engage in a fist fight , though he hopes to make that his last case scenario . he goes off his mind’s whims and desires and does so with little prudence for the sentiments of others . slack jawed and eye rolling , ezra is a bad attitude with little to lose , and has a habit of butting heads with those who stand in his way .

people point out the interesting dynamic of someone so aggressive also being the one who pens albums packed with love ballads . between sex jams and bare - alls detailing the sentiments he feels over connections he has , ezra may seem hidden away emotionally but is really more prone to reveal his feelings than most . he’s disconnected and aloof at first when simply entertaining himself , but truly engages with only a few who can get him to tap into that vein of passionate energy that keeps him from being a useless waste of space and create something beautiful . if he can sense the energy taking a negative turn , he’s every bit the kind of smart ass to get the last word in and end up in a street fight over it ( something he’s no stranger to given the brand of guitar he so proudly carried with him during his time on the streets . )

he seeks out whatever makes him feel good and seems to still be hiding whatever hole was left by his mother’s abandonment , of whom he hasn’t talked to since he left home . he’s in constant contact with his siblings , but this isn’t enough to quell the resentment within him from the loss of his one sense of stability . this explains his long string of failed relationships and a tendency to act on impulse , setting fire to whatever good thing may come to him ( although with his tastes , he doesn’t often chase the good things . )

𝟎𝟎𝟑 . 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

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garretschuelke · 4 years

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Godan: Omega Wolf Blues, part 1

(As featured on Tuesday Serial)

The Amtrak came to a stop. It nudged a few times, making Gareth Manion, who was sleeping, fall against the window.

“Ow,” he muttered, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He watched until the aisle was clear, then got up, took down his backpack, and exited the train.

He walked into Union Station, looking over the architecture. Some said 'Excuse me,' but Gareth ignored them.

“EXCUSE,” the man said, bumping Gareth over, “ME!”

“Guess I'll have to excuse you then, dickhead,” Gareth replied.

The man stopped, turn around, and glared at Gareth, who did the same. The man's eyes widened.

“What?” Gareth asked.

The man scurried away. Gareth wondered what his deal was, and proceeded to walk through the hall.

The man looked back behind him to make sure that Gareth was not following him. He turned the corner, took out his phone, and thought it over one last time. Convinced that he was right, he dialed a number.

<Hello, Bo?> the person on the other end of the phone answered.

<This is,> Bo confirmed. <I saw something that might interest you.>

The person on the other end laughed. <Even when you're on vacation, you're working!>

<Actually, I was about to get on the train when this came up>

<Okay, what is going on?>

Silence reigned over the other end of the line. Bo looked over to make sure that his train had not started boarding yet.

< Are you serious?> the person on the other end asked.

< Very much, ma'am>

< Where are you again?>

Bo scratched his arm nervously. <Well, he dresses just like the Gray Wolf, and he has a similar hair style—>

Bo was now regretting making the call. <You are right, but please listen.>

Bo sighed. <The man that I think is Godan was standing in my way. I had to bump him aside to get through. We nearly came to blows, but in that time, besides his looks, there was just something about his attitude, and his voice, that reminded me of all the times we have interacted with him.>

Silence again.

The person on the other line hung up. Bo sighed, and looked around the corner. His train was beginning to board. He put away his phone and walked over to the line.

Above the skies of Chicago, the android known as Upton was on patrol. His sensor went off. He stopped and hovered, attempting to lock onto the energy signature. He finally did so, and flew towards it.

Godan hopped onto the top of a bus. He put his hands on his hips and took in the sights of downtown Chicago.

“CHI-TOWN,” he yelled, stretching his arms out, I'M FINALLY HOME!”

He heard someone shout out 'GRAY WOLF!' He looked over and saw pedestrians waving at him, some taking pictures. He waved back, and they cheered. Godan rode for a bit longer, and hopped off the bus and sped down the street.

Upton caught sight of Godan. He followed overhead, and began streaming what he was seeing to his master's feed.

An alert came up on Mysta Avon's laptop. Mysta rolled her chair over to her other desk and clicked on it. The feed popped up, showing Godan running down the street, sidestepping cars.

“Well, well,” Mysta said, putting on her headset. “The Gray Wolf of Chicago has returned to the Windy City. He came back sooner that I thought he would.”

Godan caught a whiff of a familiar scent. He became filled with dread, and looked around rapidly.

Mysta figured what was about to happen. “Upton, return to the lab before he spots you!”

Upton nodded, and flew off in the opposite direction. Godan looked up, and saw an airplane. The scent disappeared. He shrugged, and continued towards his destination.

***

Nang Tu stopped in front of a bench. She bent down and stretched, letting herself stay in this position as she caught her breath. She felt her phone vibrate. Her heart began to skip. She stood up straight and took out her phone, showing an email unrelated to the matter that she was thinking about.

“Shoot,” she said, sitting down. She put the phone down next to her, and tightened her running shoes.

Why would he take an Amtrak back here when he said that he prefers to either hop trains or hitchhike, Nang thought. She leaned back and looked over Lake Michigan.

“Stop asking yourself stupid questions,” she said aloud. She went on her phone again and checked her Facebook. She searched 'godan', and posts featuring pictures of the Gray Wolf riding on the top of a downtown bus from nearly thirty minutes ago showed up in the results.

Warmth spread throughout Nang's chest. “Bo, I owe you a lunch when you return,” she said.

Nang stood up, put away her phone, and resumed her jog.

***

Godan landed in an alley. He depowered, took off his mask, and walked out onto the street. He looked around and properly took in the sights and sounds of Bridgeport.

Yep, it's just as beautiful as when I left it, Gareth thought as he began walking. The wind blew some leaves past him. He thought about all that had happened to him while he was on his quest in Michigan:

Taking down Lycaon the werewolf that was terrorizing his hometown—and from whom he believed he got his powers from.

Enduring the pain and heartbreak that Lycaon's daughter, Dia, put him through.

Defeating the vengeful vampire Lord Ruthven alongside Canadian superhero—and possible relative—Wolf Savage.

Gareth looked around, and realized that he had walked past the street that his house was on. He shook off his memories, turned back around, and ran towards his street, grinning.

He did not see Salt Chunk Mary's car anywhere on the street. He stopped in front of his house, and stared at it. Comfort and nostalgia washed over him. He sighed, and dug out his keys.

Huh, maybe I should knock first, Gareth thought. As he went up the steps. Yeah, that'll get a better reaction out of them.

Gareth rang the door bell. He started sniffing, instantly picking up the scent he was hoping for. The person cracked the door and peaked through. Gareth smiled and waved.

The door flew open. A thick woman, her dreadlocks coming down past her shoulders, wearing a floral shirt, stood there , eyes wide.

“Hey, Lana!” Gareth said. “I'm—” Gareth hesitated. “Yeah, I'm back! How have you been?”

Lana blinked.

“Is Mary around? I could really go for one of her sweet, sweet, salted pork meals—even if it does give me the shits.”

“Holy shit” Lana exclaimed, “you're still alive!”

Gareth was taken aback. “Well, yeah, why wouldn't I not be alive?” Gareth then remembered that the last time he emailed Lana was over a month ago when he returned to Alpena. “Oh, shit!” He laughed. “I'm sorry for not writing. It's been one—”

Lana wrapped her arms around Gareth's neck, pressing her face into his chest.

“It's been a long trip,” Gareth said, returning the hug, feeling relieved.

A breeze swept over them, blowing both of their hair sideways. Perfect life moment, Gareth thought.

“You had me worried nearly to tears!” Lana pulled away and took a hold of Gareth's hand. “You can make it up by telling me everything that happened.”

Gareth grimaced. “I'm not sure if I wanna do that.”

“Well, you should have written more often then,” she said, pulling him inside.

***

Officer Brett Hannigan sat down in his lawn chair after he finished cleaning out his garden. He took of his gloves and let them drop onto the grass. He took out his phone saw that one of his fellow officers in the Chicago Police Department had texted him while he was working:

Godan is apparently back in town. Check the hashtags.

Hannigan instantly became angry. He went onto Facebook and looked up the #godan and #chicagograywolf hashtags. Pictures and video of Godan appearing downtown earlier came up. He scrolled down, his rage growing. A gif of Godan grinning and nodding made him throw his phone across the lawn.

“You little punk,” Hannigan growled, breathing heavily as he gripped the chairs arm rests. The veins in his face popped up, and his teeth became jagged. “You should have never come back!”

He crushed the arm rests as his fingernails grew into claws.

***

“AH, FUCK!” Godan yelled, gripping Lana's legs.

“Yeah, baby!” Lana moaned. Her eyes suddenly shot open. “Claws! Claws!”

Godan realized that his claws were piercing Lana's skin. “My bad,” he said, releasing his grip, breathing heavily. “It's been awhile since I did it while transformed.”

“No kidding,” Lana sat up and kissed Godan, pulling him on top of her. “Don't leave me for that long next time, all right? You won't forget then.”

“The mission's been accomplished,” Godan kissed her neck. “I'm here to stay.”

Lana hummed, and they continued making love. Godan's phone rang.

“That's the third time it's gone off,” Lana said.

“Really?” Godan nuzzled Lana's breasts. “I didn't hear anything.”

“Hey!” Lana pulled Godan back by his hair. “Just go answer it already.”

The phone continued ringing. Godan rolled his eyes, sighed loudly, and got out of bed. He picked up the phone, cleared his throat, and answered it. “Yo.”

“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” the person on the other end yelled. Godan held the phone away from his ear. “WHY HAVEN'T YOU PICKED UP?!” “Holy shit!” Godan cautiously put the phone near his ear. “Stop fucking yelling at me, Nang!”

“I've called and texted you over ten goddamn times already! Why haven't you picked up?!”

“My phone's a wreck—I didn't hear you until now!”

“HORSESHIT!” Godan heard Nang tell someone that he was a 'fucking dickhead'. “Are you back in Chicago?”

“Yeah, I just got back a short time ago. What's up?”

“Get over to the Man-Eating Spider right now—we have a MAJOR problem that only you can deal with.”

“Is that so?” Godan rubbed his face. “What is it?”

“Just get your ass down here,” Nang said, hanging up.

“Nice talking to you too,” Godan muttered. He looked at his phone and saw all the notifications. “Well, shit.”

“What?” Lana asked.

“She really did call and text me more than ten time,” Godan replied, scrolling through his phone.

“You should have picked it up earlier.”

“Yeah, but I didn't hear anything before I came back here cause my phone's trashed.”

“Lemme see.”

Godan handed her the phone. She looked it over.

“Wow, your phone really is garbage.”

“I'm surprised its last this long,” Godan began getting dressed, “considering all the times I've brought it into battle.”

“Where are you off too now?”

Godan zipped up his sweatshirt. “To the Temple. Nang says she needs my help with something, ASAP.”

“So,” Lana tossed Godan his phone. “you need to save the day again already?”

Godan caught it and put it in his pocket. “Yeppers,” he said, putting his mask on.

“God, you never get a break.”

“Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll just involve me knocking out some rando that's annoying her.” Godan opened the bedroom door and saluted Lana. “I'll be back!”

Lana returned the salute. “Go hard, Gray Wolf of Chicago!”

Godan peaked out the entrance door window, and saw that his street was destitute. He went outside and locked the door. A car passed by him. Godan waited until the car turned the corner, and he sped down the street.

Godan entered the Chinatown neighborhood. As he raced towards his destination, he tried again to imagine what Nang was so anxious to see him about. After exhausting all possibilities, his thoughts drifted to a fantasy he had always had about his fellow superhuman: Nang naked, laying on a giant spiders web, grinning as she motioned him to come closer with her long, sleek claws.

Yeah, right, Godan thought, grinning as he stopped in front of his destination. Someday, I'll convince her to do that for me.

The Gray Wolf stood in front of The Temple of the Man-Eating Spider, Chinatown's hottest nightclub, and the secret headquarters of The All Seeing Eye, Chinatown's most powerful gang. Godan went to knock on the currently-closed clubs door, but stopped himself. I should probably let Nang know I'm here, he thought. He got out his phone, and began texting her.

The door suddenly opened. Godan jumped back. The All Seeing Eye member gave him a confused look.

“Oh, hey dude,” Godan said, putting away his phone. “Nang's expecting me.”

“Yeah, we know,” the gangbanger held the door open. “Come in.”

Godan entered, and saw the main floor and bar area occupied by various members hanging about.

“Yo, Eye Guys!” Godan waved. “How y'all been?”

Some of the members responded warmly to Godan's greeting, and went up to shake his hand and talk to him. Others remained silent and glared at him. The door man told Godan to wait where he was while he informed Nang of his presence.

Godan relaxed, putting his hands in his sweatshirt pocket. He asking if anything new and exciting had happened in Chinatown recently. One of the members began telling him about a festival that was coming up.

“GAReth!” yelled a strained voice that echoed throughout the club.

Godan froze up. The gangbanger who was telling him about the festival stopped as well.

“Did you hear that?” Godan asked.

“Hear what?” the gangbanger asked.

Godan let out a sigh. “Never mind. Is there gonna be a charge to get into this festival?”

“garETH!” the strained voice yelled again, followed by the sounds of clashing metal.

Godan looked over to where the sound was coming from. Hidden in the corner next to the bar was a small cage that was shaking about. Two of the gangbangers went up to it and told whatever was inside to shut up.

“Hey, Eye Guys,” Godan walked up towards the cage. “Whatcha got in there? Is this what Nang wanted me to come here for?”

A face pressed itself against the cage and screeched. The gangbangers jumped back, cursed, and kicked at the cage.

Godan recognized immediately who was inside.

“CALLISTO!” Godan yelled as the other daughter of Lycaon curled into herself. He got into a battle stance. “Let her go,” He bared his fangs, “NOW!”

One of the gangbangers shook his head. “We need to have Nang's permission to do that. Let's hold on—”

Godan appeared in front of the gangbanger and punched him, sending him flying into the nearby wall. The other one ran off. The Gray Wolf ripped the door off the cage and pulled Callisto out. She was groggy, and wrapped in chains.

Godan glared at the group. “Your boss has ALOT of explaining to do,” he said, setting Callisto on the floor and standing up. Every member of the All-Seeing Eye had their guns drawn. Godan flexed his claws. “I hope you assholes have had your funeral plans hashed out.”

Nang jumped at the sounds of gunfire emitting from her nightclub, smearing her lipstick.

“What the fuck?!” she yelled, turning around.

The gangbanger who informed her of Godan's arrival came into her office. “The Gray Wolf discovered the dog girl and began attacking everyone!”

“Are you kidding me?!” She wiped the lipstick off her cheek. “I didn't order them to bring her out yet!”

Screams from her men, now accompanied by sporadic gunfire, came from downstairs.

“Shit!” she said, brushing off her navy blue dress. She slapped on her domino mask, and put on her blue crown. “Find out who decided it was a good idea to bring her out in the open like that,” she said as she walked out of the office, “so that I can kill them myself if Godan hasn't done so already!”

Nang looked over the railing as Godan swiped at the remaining gangbangers who were firing on him. She yelled at him, but her voice was drowned out by gunfire. She cursed, and jumped over the railing.

Godan held up the last gangbanger by his shirt, fist wound back. He pleaded with Godan to stop.

“Sorry, but I don't tend to show mercy to trash who lock up my friends,” Godan replied.

“ENOUGH!” Nang yelled as she slashed Godan's back with her claws.

Godan screamed. He released the gangbanger, who scrambled away.

“Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!” Nang yelled, putting her hands on her hips.

Godan growled. “What am I doing?!” he said, turning around into a battle stance. “What are YOU doing holding one of my friends hostage?!”

Nang bent down in order to get into Godan's face. “First of all, I didn't order them to bring her out yet.” The gangbangers around them began to recover. “Second, I didn't know your 'friend' was ever your fucking friend!”

“She knows my name!” Godan put his finger in Nang's face. “You could have contacted me!”

Nang shook with rage. “I've been trying to contact you,” she glared, baring her two long, slick fangs, “FOR AN ENITIRE FUCKING MONTH NOW! I'VE CALLED—”

“I HAVEN'T HEARD SHIT FROM YOU!”

“AND EMAILED YOU!”

Godan calmed down. “Oh, shit, I haven't checked my email in awhile.”

Nang breathed deeply. “Didn't you get any of my calls? Texts?”

“I got all the ones you sent today.”

“What? That doesn't make sense.”

Godan hummed. “Well, my phones gone to shit.” He took out his phone and gave it to her. “See?”

“Wow,” Nang said, running her claws over the busted screen, “you're not kidding.”

Most of the gangbangers were up now. One of them cursed at Godan, and aimed his gun at him.

“I SAID ENOUGH!” Nang yelled. She aimed her open palm at the gangbanger and shot a web, hitting him in the face. She looked around at the recovered members of her gang. “Any one else feel like defying me tonight?”

The gangbangers collectively shook their heads. Nang looked back at Godan. “Let's discuss this in my office.”

Godan nodded. “Okay, but free Callisto first.”

They looked over, and saw that Callisto was sleeping.

“She'll be fine.” Nang looked over the All Seeing Eye members. “Don't ANY of you morons touch her, got it?”

The gangbangers nodded. “Let's go,” Nang said. She and Godan jumped up onto the second floor and entered the office.

“All right,” Godan clasped his hands together and activated his healing factor, “why are you keeping Callisto prisoner?”

“We're not keeping her 'prisoner',” Nang leaned against her desk, “we've been detaining her.”

Godan rolled his eyes. “You have her chained up in a fucking dog kennel!”

Nang snorted. “Well, she wasn't going to stay up in my room! She got a mat, three meals a day, and we were even nice enough to give her a television for her to watch!”

“Gee, how very generous of you,” Godan said as the slashes Nang inflicted on his back began to close up.

“We would have treated her with more hospitality if she actually cooperated with us.”

“How did you guys even come across her? She's from my hometown, all the way up in northern Michigan.”

“Nearly a month ago, my men came across her scavenging through our dumpster. They thought she was you at first, since your both wolf-like, and since you like to eat out of dumpsters.”

“Ew, no!” Godan scrunched his face. “I haven't done that in over a year!”

“Whatever,” Nang mumbled. “She attacked my men, and if I wasn't around to restrain her, they probably would have wasted her.”

“Again, how very generous of you.”

“Gareth, please, I don't want to argue anymore. How do you two even know each other?”

Godan summarized to Nang who Callisto was, along with his adventures traveling through Michigan.

“So, despite looking like a person, she really is a wild animal?” Nang asked.

Godan glared. “No more wild than I am.”

“Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it like that.” Nang took a deep breath. “I'm sorry—we should have treated her better. I take full responsibility.”

“Okay,” Godan scratched his head. “I'm sorry for attacking your men.”

They stared into each others eyes. Godan looked her over and noticed that she was wearing black lipstick—something that he's never seen her do.

“Damn,” Godan grinned.

Nang smiled back. “What?”

“Nice lipstick,” he moved closer to her, “it goes pretty well with your fangs.”

“Only 'pretty well'?” Nang took hold of Godan's hand. “And what're you going on about with my fangs?”

“I've always thought they were hot,” he replied, flashing his own fangs.

Nang rubbed her legs against Godan. “You and your strange fetishes.”

Godan put his hand onto Nang's face. “That's what I wanted to hear.”

Godan and Nang locked lips. Nang hopped onto her desk and pulled Godan into her.

The All Seeing Eye members, some of whom were still woozy from their battle with Godan, discussed how they going to 'get back' at him. Others questioned Nang's leadership.

“OH, FUCK!” Nang screamed.

The gangbangers stood still, trying to decided how they should react. They heard more banging and moaning.

<I'm not going up there,> one of the gangbangers said. The others agreed, and went up to the bar to get drinks.

Godan and Nang stopped moving. They held each other close, breathing heavily. Godan pulled down his mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“I think your mask is hot,” Nang said, taking off her own mask as she laid down on the desk.

“And you claim that I have 'strange fetishes',” he said, pulling out. Godan heard a scratching sound above him. His adrenaline went into overdrive. He looked up, claws ready.

Nang panted. “Calm down, lover—it's just Agor.”

The large yellow and red, googly-eyed spider hung from its web in the corner of room, scratching its leg.

“He watched us the entire time?” Godan asked.

“It wouldn't be first time,” Nang replied.

“I can't believe I didn't notice him when I first walked in.”

Godan then realized what she said, and cringed.

Nang whistled. Agor lowered himself down and rubbed its goofy head against the Gray Wolf.

“It's good to see you again too, pal,” Godan said, patting his head. “Have you guys gotten any further with your 'bonding' training?”

“No, I've been too busy with organizational duties to concentrate on that.” Nang slid off the desk, bent down, and pulled up her panties. “Are you back in Chicago for good?”

“Yep, my quest is over.” Godan pulled up his boxers and pants. “I should get Callisto out of here. You're men probably aren't too happy about me still being here either.”

“I'll straighten them out. What're you going to do with the girl?”

Godan hummed. “Good question. I guess I'll bring her back home and go from there.”

Nang took a hold of Godan's face, and kissed him deeply. “Let me know if there's anything I can do.”

“Yeah, I think you did enough.”

“I'm serious—I'll do anything I can to make up for this mess.”

“I'm kidding, I'm kidding.” Godan put on his mask and began walking towards the door. “We're good, Nang. Just make sure your men don't try to blast me on the way out.”

Nang nodded. “Will do.”

Godan and Nang exited the office. Godan nodded, jumped over the rail, and landed in the middle of the dance floor. The gangbangers immediately drew their guns.

<BACK OFF!> Nang yelled. <HE IS TAKING THE GIRL OUT OF HERE. LET HIM BE!>

Godan walked over to Callisto and bent down. “Yo, Callisto, wake up,” he said, shaking her shoulder. Callisto kept on snoring. She's still out of it, he thought. Godan broke the lock, unwrapped Callisto from her chains, and picked her up.

“I'll call you later!” Nang yelled.

“You better let me call you first,” Godan replied, walking to the door. “I gotta get a new phone, remember?”

“Good idea,” Nang blew him a kiss.

Godan walked out the door. He heard a thud behind him, followed by the door slamming. He then heard Nang yelling at her men.

“Sucks to be them,” he muttered, looking at the sleeping werewolf he was holding in his arms. “Lana's sure gonna love you.”

Godan sped off towards Bridgeport. On a nearby rooftop, a figure stood up and relaxed as she watched Godan run off.

That saves me the trouble of having to rescue her, the figure thought.

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stevenuniversallyreviews · 5 years

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Episode 123: Room for Ruby

“It's sunny now, but it can always rain later.”

Catch and Release really did change everything. I’ve already discussed it as a paradigm shift, transforming the concept of what the Crystal Gems are: before, a quartet with Steven as the rookie, and after, a fluid group where Steven has some seniority. We’re in an era where Connie, a full-fledged human, is a Crystal Gem. Bismuth, who already was a Crystal Gem but got reintroduced and then left behind, will return as a member of the modern iteration. And two former enemies, Peridot and Lapis, have joined the group (the latter unofficially). So who’s to say a ruby soldier wouldn’t fit in?

Granted, Charlyne Yi’s performs a ruby that’s a little too forgiving, and power combo Raven Molisee (of the highly expressive Molisee’n’Villeco) and Jesse Zuke (of the barnmaster duo Zuke’n’Florido) exaggerate her face and words to the point where it’s at least a little suspicious from the start. But Navy, cleverly named for the gem on her navel just as Army is named for her arm gem, has always been friendly and chipper compared to the other rubies in her squad. It’s believable, despite us never witnessing it, that the other rubies are mean to her for this attitude. And because this is a ridiculous character, it was always possible that her ridiculously jolly attitude was sincere.

That Navy is lying the whole time is irrelevant to the wonder of a show that makes us believe that she might join up. Her betrayal might be predictable, but our status quo is as capable of change as the planet our heroes love; it’s a similar sensation to Alone at Sea, where even though nothing drastic happens there’s a real possibility that Lapis might relapse and go back to Malachite. It’s so much better than an episode where we know from the start that the character-of-the-week will depart by the end of the story.

Navy’s chipper behavior is variably cute and questionable, but I love the massive hint that is the rain sequence. Gems become Crystal Gems when exposed to water, so Navy gets her own little baptism as part of the orientation. But because she’s a false convert, we get artificial rain for her artificial reaction. Yi sells absurd joy as well as absurd frustration, but there’s a cloud hanging over this moment that becomes clearer on rewatch.

Despite beginning with Steven and Garnet, then bringing Navy along for the ride, Room for Ruby becomes a Lapis Lazuli episode as soon as we head back to the barn. Navy is as one-dimensional as it gets before the reveal, blithely accepting everything that comes her way and seeming incapable of feeling negative emotions, so she needs an external opponent if we want this episode to have a plot. Yes, it’d be fun to see this goofball being a goofball for eleven minutes, but thankfully Steven Universe is willing to go deeper.

Peridot’s bossiness and desire to impress makes her an excellent candidate to teach Navy the ropes, and both can bond with fellow shorty Steven over a shared go-get’em mindset. So it makes sense that our wet blanket is Lapis, who first distrusts Navy and then gets fed up with how easy everything is for her. She’s trying, but seeing another foe-turned-friend have such a smooth go of it isn’t easy, and exploring those emotions of jealousy and inadequacy allows for a wonderful last hurrah before Lapis abandons Earth in Raising the Barn.

Lapis has a tricky role to play here, as she’s straddling the line between protagonist and antagonist depending on how much you trust Navy. Our hero/villain is portrayed sympathetically, as we’re reminded of her traumas and her slow but steady recovery process; she might come across as petty, but it’s understandable pettiness when Navy breezes by in areas where Lapis has struggled. And it helps that unlike fellow Ornery Lapis episode Barn Mates, Navy doesn’t seem to get upset at the negativity; this isn’t Peridot trying to win over a stubborn holdout, it’s a spacy ruby who ignores the venom. But at the same time, Lapis is the only protester in the Navy Parade, and her clash with Steven’s goal of bringing in a new friend makes her a huge bummer.

Which is why I love this episode’s lesson so much: that it’s sometimes okay to be a huge bummer.

It’s okay because everyone’s going through the world at their own pace, and whether you’re clinically depressed, a survivor of trauma, or you’re just plain sad, it doesn’t make you less worthy than folks in a happier mood. Lapis attempts patience and understanding despite her annoyance, and only snaps when Navy’s attitude turns sickly sweet; feelings of inferiority are hard to work through, but it doesn’t make it okay to be a jerk the whole time. Even after the outburst, Lapis is quick to reassure Navy, acknowledging that it’s an internal problem and apologizing. She wants to like the newcomer, but as soon as she senses the forced perkiness it’s hard for her not to notice that something’s off.

A good twist is something that makes you rethink the plot, but a great twist does this duty while being enjoyable as a plot point on its own merits. The execution of Navy’s betrayal is marvelous, even as it becomes more and more obvious that it’s coming. After spending the whole episode geeking out about Earth stuff, Navy not-so-subtly suggests that she wants to go back to her ship. Steven not only falls for it, but is down to press a huge button without asking follow-up questions; it may seem inconsistent with his growing maturity, but it makes sense that an excitable kid is lost in the joy of making a new friend. The stranger area for me is his exclamation that the Crystal Gems “finally” have a pilot, as if Pearl hasn’t been successfully navigating spaceships this whole time, but again, he’s caught up in the moment.

The twist-within-a-twist is that while Navy has been plotting against our heroes this whole time, her demeanor isn’t part of the act. Yi's transition from earnest giddiness on land versus manic giddiness post-betrayal is worth the price of admission, especially as she merrily explains that she opted not to just steal the ship because she wanted to watch the Crystal Gems suffer.

And of course, this brings about Lapis’s triumphant laughter at being proven right. Jennifer Paz is awesome throughout the episode, restraining herself when necessary for big bursts of energy to hit home, and it culminates in the sheer joy that comes from righteous vindication. We could’ve gotten a somber moment of Steven’s anguish at being tricked, similar to what we got after Peridot’s duplicity in Message Received, but Lapis allows us a sense of relief despite things going horribly.

In an episode featuring a character as unsubtle as Navy (being tricky doesn’t stop her from being loud and hammy), I love the quieter story we get from Garnet. We only get a nudge that Navy’s story appeals to Ruby and Sapphire, but we don’t need more than that, so I’m glad we don’t get more. Yes, it would be fun to see Ruby hanging out with Navy, but the episode’s focus is elsewhere and we don’t indulge in fanservice that would take away from the plot. The two balloons Garnet brings at the end are color-coded for convenience, so we don’t need anyone to tell us that the optimistic red message is Ruby’s hopes and the apologetic blue message is Sapphire’s realism. It’s not a novel observation that Steven Universe respects the audience enough to not hold our hands, but it’s still appreciated.

(Also appreciated is a soft moment of Garnet bonding with Steven independent of the plot as they make wishes; Steven may be growing up fast, but he’s still allowed to be a kid sometimes instead of spending every episode in teen angst mode.)

In terms of criticisms, I’m a little torn about the pacing: Room for Ruby meanders a bit in that second act, even though I understand its purpose. Lapis needs to have her tolerance for Navy strained to a breaking point so she’s not throwing a tantrum out of nowhere, so we need multiple examples of frustrating glee. But it does get a little boring on rewatch to have the point driven home again and again that Navy is a perfect little angel, even if it’s all building up to the twist that she’s anything but.

Still, I can’t help but enjoy the nostalgia this structure provides, because major plot points aside, the episode fits right in with classic Season 1. We get a simple story that primes us for an obvious conclusion. Steven will find an unusual solution in his cheeseburger backpack. Steven will learn patience when Pearl takes a while to reform. Steven’s beach party with the Gems and the Pizzas will teach the Gems to respect civilians more. Lapis will grow to accept Navy’s differences. But instead, Steven’s improvisation only goes so far, and he’s impatient again as soon as Pearl returns, and the Gems still don’t care about Fish Stew Pizza, and Lapis’s negative outlook was correct. Steven Universe first made its mark by toying with the conventions of episodes with straightforward morals, and it’s nice to see that legacy continue so late in the series.

The implications of Navy’s actions are soon made clear, as the loss of the Crystal Gems’ only means of space travel (stolen from the very barn where Steven, Greg, and Pearl first experimented with space travel!) makes Steven’s imminent sacrifice that much weightier. But before that shoe drops, we can enjoy one last glimpse of our favorite little ruby.

(I’m kidding of course, our Ruby is the best ruby.)

We’re the one, we’re the ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Charlyne Yi hamming it up and Lapis’s grouchiness paying off? What’s not to love?

Top Twenty

Steven and the Stevens

Hit the Diamond

Mirror Gem

Lion 3: Straight to Video

Alone Together

Last One Out of Beach City

The Return

Jailbreak

The Answer

Mindful Education

Sworn to the Sword

Rose’s Scabbard

Earthlings

Mr. Greg

Coach Steven

Giant Woman

Beach City Drift

Winter Forecast

Bismuth

Steven’s Dream

Love ‘em

Laser Light Cannon

Bubble Buddies

Tiger Millionaire

Lion 2: The Movie

Rose’s Room

An Indirect Kiss

Ocean Gem

Space Race

Garnet’s Universe

Warp Tour

The Test

Future Vision

On the Run

Maximum Capacity

Marble Madness

Political Power

Full Disclosure

Joy Ride

Keeping It Together

We Need to Talk

Chille Tid

Cry for Help

Keystone Motel

Catch and Release

When It Rains

Back to the Barn

Steven’s Birthday

It Could’ve Been Great

Message Received

Log Date 7 15 2

Same Old World

The New Lars

Monster Reunion

Alone at Sea

Crack the Whip

Beta

Back to the Moon

Kindergarten Kid

Buddy’s Book

Gem Harvest

Three Gems and a Baby

That Will Be All

The New Crystal Gems

Storm in the Room

Room for Ruby

Like ‘em

Gem Glow

Frybo

Arcade Mania

So Many Birthdays

Lars and the Cool Kids

Onion Trade

Steven the Sword Fighter

Beach Party

Monster Buddies

Keep Beach City Weird

Watermelon Steven

The Message

Open Book

Story for Steven

Shirt Club

Love Letters

Reformed

Rising Tides, Crashing Tides

Onion Friend

Historical Friction

Friend Ship

Nightmare Hospital

Too Far

Barn Mates

Steven Floats

Drop Beat Dad

Too Short to Ride

Restaurant Wars

Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service

Greg the Babysitter

Gem Hunt

Steven vs. Amethyst

Bubbled

Adventures in Light Distortion

Gem Heist

The Zoo

Rocknaldo

Enh

Cheeseburger Backpack

Together Breakfast

Cat Fingers

Serious Steven

Steven’s Lion

Joking Victim

Secret Team

Say Uncle

Super Watermelon Island

Gem Drill

Know Your Fusion

Future Boy Zoltron

Tiger Philanthropist

No Thanks!

6. Horror Club 5. Fusion Cuisine 4. House Guest 3. Onion Gang 2. Sadie’s Song 1. Island Adventure

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WITHIN TEMPTATION’S SHARON DEN ADEL: IF I LEFT, THE BAND WOULD BE FINISHED

For more than two decades, Within Temptation have remained at the top of the symphonic metal movement. The Netherlands outfit are not only one of the genre's most influential groups, but one of its biggest innovators as well. This notion couldn't be more apparent on their new album, Resist, which takes bold new steps embracing modern sounds like urban beats and more simplistic rhythms.

This time, they enlisted collaborators in Papa Roach's Jacoby Shaddix and In Flames' Anders Fridén on "The Reckoning" and "Raise Your Banner" respectively. It seems there's been an uptick in collaborations not just in metal, but across music entirely as streaming services continue to dominate listening trends. This can help serve as a gateway for fans to hear artists maybe they previously hadn't, extending an artist's reach as fans become increasingly eager to bounce between genres.

As for the new elements at work, it seemed to be a do-or-die situation for the band. Frontwoman Sharon den Adelacknowledged that inspiration for new Within Temptation music was low, putting the band's future in jeopardy, but her side project, the poppy My Indigo, helped to offer some clarity and direction.

Speaking about all of this and more is Sharon den Adel, in this exclusive interview.

It seems like streaming has started to really break down barriers in music, at least for fans, and the elitist factions are slowly dissipating, though they'll always be there in some sense. There's been a lot of style mixing in heavy music, something present on Resist as well. What's your take?

The thing is that bands who actually do this are not really in the metal scene at the moment but more in rock. They're arguing if the bands are pop, like Imagine Dragons or Twenty One Pilots who are combining all kinds of styles without hesitation.

That's also something that is inspirational for us — who cares about genres? You want to make a beautiful song and of course, when you are in charge you do your best, but you're not being afraid of combining styles together with the style we have been making for many years.

Resist embraces a more straightforward, heavy-hitting approach. Have you found the art of simplicity with this album?

In a way. In the past we normally covered every song with big orchestration, but at this moment we realized we just want to use it in a minimalistic way, only where it is necessary and where it is essential for the song.

Also with my vocals, there is more space for me to go different ways. It's a breath of fresh air to do it this way and it really helps us to find a new fire and enjoy everything again.

Some would say this album is more pop-friendly/modern, though any heavier band writing catchy music with some beats get that tag thrown at them today.

For us personally we have always been a band that wants to write catchy songs in a way. I think Resist has a new sound for us. We like it so much because it sounds so refreshing. What helped us was sounds from reggae, hip-hop and other kinds of music — you get different kinds of rhythms. Even some songs in this album are groovy, which I have always liked playing but we were never able to [properly] do it. Somehow we did find a way to integrate that into our songs to make this more cool more metal / rock [hybrid] because it is more American sounding in a way.

I mentioned Jacoby Shaddix before and Papa Roach are a band who experienced a collapse of sorts after the CD fallout, but have come back and they understand the streaming era and how to use it to their benefit. They seem to be one of the leaders in rock on how to approach the new music industry. What have you learned from Papa Roach?

We have always followed the band and they have been around since we have. They played the same European festival as us too. It was based on music that we asked him and I have always liked his voice. "Getting Away With Murder" is a song that was huge in Europe and we have always liked it because it has an attitude with it. Their previous album [Crooked Teeth] made me fall in love again with Papa Roach. They had one song, in particular, that was one of the biggest singles that they had and I loved it.

We met them at Graspop, a really big festival in Belgium, we were located backstage together and I bumped into him. We just started talking about art because he does a lot of street art and graphic stuff — I like graphic [design] stuff as well and it was a really nice conversation. It is really nice to have someone like him backstage to give a little color and energy.

After, I told the band that if we ever write a song that will fit his voice we should ask him to sing. When we recorded the song, we were a week away from shooting the video and we called his management asking if he would consider it. I thought it would be really cool to have a guy singing along just giving extra energy and attitude to it that I can't do with my voice.

I've read that your solo project, My Indigo, revitalized your spirit regarding Within Temptation. Was there any one moment where you went from doubt with your involvement with the band and then realized that you absolutely had to do another album?

I wasn't able to write new music because I didn't know which direction the band should go. I had no inspiration; I didn't know what to write and then I lost my passion for it. I was really tired of everything -- all the touring -- for more than 20 years of being my whole adult life I've been in this band.

I didn't know how to come back again and My Indigo actually helped me do that. I needed to write about other stuff than I was normally writing about. When that was out of the way and I had done my thing, eventually, slowly, it came back again and I felt I really wanted to make something with more attitude — more strong and epic.

Were you considering leaving Within Temptation and would they have had to find a new singer or would the band have been done completely?

I think Within Temptation would have been done completely. All the band members have a lot of side projects that they do for fun, but the strength of the band has always been that we've been a group for a long time. I think if one throws in the towel, the rest might stop as well. They supported me throughout the whole process — we are a very tight group. I think everybody is replaceable but it's more like, do you want to be? Do you want someone to be replaced and can you still find the passion together again?

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Wait what did Armstrong do? People were saying Louis kept texting him throughout the live and wanted it to end? And something about discussing someone else’s private life or something? I liked that he defended Eleanor, but what else did he do?

Normally I’d be peeved that you’re asking me what happened in a video that I just posted but dang that thing is 40 minutes long and a lot of the time he’s responding to things that people are typing and honestly I skipped around a bit too. But from what I saw, none of this is accurate at all.

1) He did some sort of livestream where people could skype in. I think he does these regularly, but in this one he mostly was addressing how people flipped out in his instagram comments after he tagged Eleanor in this picture (it’s just a promo pic of him but he tagged a bunch of people including Louis and Eleanor). He was basically just asking people to be positive. He has that sort of inspirational, positive energy thing going, but he also specifically mentioned how great Eleanor has been and how people don’t know other people’s lives.

I skipped most of the first two people he skyped with, although at 16 minutes he goes through how weird some of these comments look when they insist Louis isn’t really dating Eleanor. The third was a Larrie who basically was saying “yes some larries are mean but most of us are just INNOCENT VICTIMS and it’s US who get harassed all the time.” And Armstrong was kind of just boggled and was extremely sweet to her but still called out Larries for treating Eleanor so badly.

There was also a moment that really hit me where he asked a Larrie if they would do this to him if he ever said he was dating someone.

Mostly he just spends the entire time asking people to send love, not hate.

2) After literally 40 minutes of Armstrong talking to people about Larries, when he’s already wrapping things up, he got a text and said “well, the boss has said to end that convo, so that’s what I’m gonna do.” At 17 minutes into the video he had said “ok i’ll just talk to one more person and then I’ve got to go, I’m late for everything” and then he talked to two more people for over 20 more minutes. No one rushed him off the video.

3) He talked about how crazy it is that he literally just tagged Eleanor, an ACTUAL PERSON HE KNOWS, on instagram and then had to go do a livestream to address all the nasty personal comments he saw addressed towards her, and yet somehow people yell at HIM for discussing Louis’s private life. At 8:45 he reads a message that’s “this is none of anyone’s business” and he’s like “YES THAT’S SO TRUE… so why are there comments about it all over my instagram post now.”

All he did was try to call out this bizarre and awful behavior that he’s suddenly been confronted with while also trying to keep his positive attitude and be nice to people. When Larries get mad about someone discussing Louis’s personal life, they mean acknowledging the basic facts of the people who are in his life. And Larries are the only ones in this entire scenario who discussed anything personal. All Armstrong did was say “I like Eleanor, they are really dating, don’t be mean to her.” And all Larries can say in response to that is “why did he have to talk about her???” when IT’S BECAUSE OF THEM. They brought this entire thing on themselves, all Armstrong wants to do is talk about all his future plans in music and instead he has to do a whole video telling people not to flood his instagram with misogyny and delusion.

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Pokemon Games’ Online World

Whenever I come to talk about my thesis, I begin worldwide in this way:"I really do a thesis on Pokémon". This does not miss entertain my interlocutor. It has to be said that a priori, it's not. Those of my generation normally feel nostalgic. Others, elderly, consider Pokémon GO, using diverse attitudes. For my own part, if I played Pokémon a lot in my childhood, my interest for the franchise was renewed by nostalgia due to the emulators, and that I became again what you can predict a lover of Pokémon. But my academic curiosity about franchising started at the start of my Master 1, even once I chose to compose a memoir on"ROM hacking" in a community of Pokémon lovers. A brief record of this Pokémon franchise . Even the Pokemon franchise had been born in 1996 at Japan as a video game published by Nintendo on the Gameboy console. The Pokémon Green / Red matches (Blue and Red at the rest of earth, one to two years after, in a slightly redesigned variant ) have laid the basis of a franchise which has appeared on a lot of media: cartoon, playing cards and graphics... airplanes. To fly into skies including Team Rocket. In the event the franchise has its own ups and downs especially concerning game sales, revenue are usually in thousands of millions around the world, at least to the games of this"primary series", which is to say say people who follow the version of the very first games. Indeed, despite having a constant renewal of their franchise and video games over the years (which will be one of the things of my thesis), the recipe remains the same: a 11-year-old boy goes on an adventure in a universe populated by animals known as pokémons (yes, I compose pokémons to discuss the creatures, it's my blog and Nintendo has no energy here, well, maybe not on that). He captures it into form a group and meet his Pokédex, a sort of digital encyclopedia, so participating in a quest for scientific crowdsourcing to get a professor who exploits his job (after all, it is he who gave him his first pokemon). But above all, he leaves them fight badges and take the battle ofPokémon League, that is composed of defeating an elite to turn into a Pokémon Master. And during his adventure, he is forced to thwart an evil organization's plans. The leaders of the several malicious organizations modeled to imitate the best way to maneuver the"Team Skull" caricature of"thugs" present in the hottest games. Regarding the recent history of Pokémon, even the less skillful have heard about the occurrence of summer 2016, I do not speak of the song Lean , but obviously Pokémon GO. This match will not necessarily occupy a significant position in my thesis, however, has demonstrated that the craze for the franchise is still present (and perhaps a small cleavage). Pokemon and the hunt. When I first decided to work on Pokémon at the end of the summer of 2016, one of the first things that I did was go to Google Scholar to"buy" academic posts that talk about doing it. Imagine my surprise when I found the very initial links were about a receptor involved in the maturation of certain cancers (Nintendo also put pressure on investigators to change the title, they didn't had to appreciate their brand is related to cancer). Then my disappointment when I realized there was virtually no guide or book about Pokemon. Finally though, some posts on Pokémon GOwithin the business of public healthlaw, and , at the time, it had been mostly proto-articles of 2 pages. Additional research has made me discover the occurrence of one academic publication about Pokémon edited by Joseph Tobin, who, visionary, announced in 2004 the fall of Pokémon (I do not care, but kidding aside, I highly recommend it, it is in references at the conclusion of the essay ). Oh, and an article too, if we place people on Pokémon GO aside . How can it be, the very best franchise in the entire world doesn't interest the academic world whatsoever? Needless to say, this isn't a valid cultural function, but cultural studies, particularly the fan studies which followed, together with authors like Henri Jenkins about front lines, are interested in much more popular cultural objects, have tried with more or less success to legitimize them. An individual can get a persuasive excuse in my view in the report of a communication by Vincianne Zabban, Samuel Coavoux and Manuel Boutet, that, starting from the observation that"game studies" (in social sciences) are in reality virtually"WoW research (studies on World of Warcraft), proposes that the very minimal range of games analyzed is mainly due to two factors. The investigators also study the games that interest themto start with, and for that reason the games they played, and the"path dependence", which is to say within this context the greater ease of analyzing the object / subject already well researched by research instead of advance kindly, which divides the position of WoW. One more factor is the fact that, by its own MMORPG status, WoW is a privileged thing to the social sciences. I believe this justification can be expanded to"enthusiast studies", particularly considering that, initially, they were the work of passionate people who wished to defend the legitimacy of their own object. Also, if I'm now studyingPokémon is partly because I grew up with it and I am a fan of this. So maybe if Pokémonwas studied very little up to now, it is because the (ex) Pokémon fans were mainly still analyzing. This could be evidenced by the recent thesis of Fanny Barnabé of this University of Liège, which deals quite extensively with activities and productions of Pokémon lovers (available at the close of the guide, and that I strongly advise you, it's extremely nice to read). Pokémon lovers on the internet. It's just to the productions and the activity of the fans and the broader public (a distinction that I will develop after ) of all Pokémon online that I particularly want to be interested. Because I have the belief it is central in its diffusion and in this franchise's creation. When I was somewhat detached myself from the internet world Pokémon being interested in clinics Pokémon in drama , on a handheld, mainly in adolescents to begin, the part of the net and especially the lovers productions is becoming central again. Pokémon is everywhere. Not in the feeling that we might have heard it throughout the Pokémon GO hype . But in the sense that we can locate Pokémon everywhere, and that as long as we're involved in some social networks very youthful, references are rather common. Anthology.

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What You Need (Part 6) 5 / 4 / 3 / 2 / 1

Killmonger/Black!Reader

Warning: This is just build-up

Summary: You didn’t go to the club to find a man, but you sure as hell leave with one. (I seriously need to change this summary, so much has happened)

Erik Stevens felt like a force of nature, unstoppable and unchallengeable, slowly sneaking into your mind when you didn't want him to, embedding himself in your life without a second thought. He made you want to change things for the better...starting with your horrendous wardrobe. He's only seen you in your special occasion thot dress and his baggy clothes, so he isn't aware that your closet is a wasteland of old sweaters and ripped jeans. You're ten minutes into tearing your closet apart searching for an outfit appropriate enough for wherever you were going, which he didn't tell you about, not even when you texted him about it. His reply was a laughing emoji.

Half of your room had clothes strewn on it and in the middle of it all, you, seconds away from having some type of meltdown at the realization that you don't own the wardrobe that you deserve. Huffing in silent defeat, you put on a pair of black leggings and your oversized grey sweater.

By the time your phone started buzzing the text of his arrival, you had already fixed your hair and makeup in the mirror, so you picked it up and started walking downstairs. You spotted Erik's Bugatti parked in front, a stark contrast to the patchy grass and uneven sidewalks around it. Your neighborhood wasn't the best, by far, with its loitered grass and crumbling streets that the city never cares to fix, but it's always been enough for you. You wouldn't be surprised if people were lurking in their windows watching his expensive show car wondering what the hell it was doing here all out in the open. He was standing beside it, leaning coolly against the hood of the car waiting for you, so you scurried faster towards him.

You checked him out from head to toe, which he noticed with a conceited smile.

"Hey," you greet in a bashful whisper. The sun shines down on his moisturized skin brilliantly, making his dusky skin glow a creamy brown, and his dark eyes lighten enough for you to see his irises. He still intimidated you, still made you feel so much smaller in his presence no matter how much he let you talk back and, in a twisted way, that only excited you. His arms wrap around your waist and you instinctively latch yourself around his neck as you're being pulled in.

He kisses you and it's unexpected but not unwelcome. You stand on your toes to reach him, kissing back with an equal vehemence, and softening under his firm hands gripping your body closer. As ridiculous as it sounds, you missed kissing him - or, the feeling of kissing him. The feeling of burning all throughout the inside of your body yet still being plagued with the chill of goosebumps on your skin. He could make your hairs stand up by a simple slip of the tongue, a small grunt into your mouth, a calloused hand trailing down your waist. You squeal on his mouth as his arms drop to your hips and lift you up, spinning you around twice before setting you back to the ground. You're laughing through his adamant kisses, lightly patting his chest to stop his attack on you. Playfully, he pinches at your side and pecks your cheek before finally pulling away. You're in a daze, of course, the same dopey one you slip into whenever he's around and all you can see is him.

He bites his lower lip, looking you up and down. "Wassup?"

Before you could answer him, a gagging sound chime from inside the car. You turn around, shocked that he kissed you like that with people in the car watching.

"Cousin, must you stick your tongue down this girl's throat before even giving her a proper introduction? You bring me all the way down here just to make out with your girlfriend?" Shuri's head sticks out of the back window, frowning in clear disapproval. Princess Shuri. You quickly smooth your hair down and make yourself somewhat presentable.

"I'm not his girlfriend --" "Not my girlfriend--" You both protest at the same time.

At least you're both on the same page about something. Excitedly, you skip to Shuri's door, sticking an awkward hand through the cracked window. She shakes it, amused at your eagerness, and you tell her your name, stuttering only slightly. You don't even care if Erik's judging you for being so nervous, it's so overwhelming to meet royal figures. She laughs and it's such a heartwarming sound that you find yourself laughing with her.

"I'm Shuri. Nice to meet you." She greets back. You disconnect your hands and turn back to Erik, who is rolling his eyes. You peer closer into the car to the seat next to her, which you notice T'Challa is occupying. He waves at you.

"Beautiful. Nice to see you again." He says. A silly giggle bubbles its way up your throat at his nickname for you. Honestly, you needed a recorded video of T'Challa calling you all kinds of cute nicknames in that accent and you'd be set for life.

"Hey, T'Challa. It's always nice to see you." You reply, feeling the heat rush to your face. He winks back at you, playfully. You glance back to Erik but he's turned away from you and already getting back in the car, so you follow his example, opening the door and settling into the passenger seat beside him. "So, where are we going?" You ask as you're buckling up. Erik looks down at your outfit with a disparaging smile and snorts.

"To the mall, it's looking like." He utters, managing to drop your confidence from a solid eight to three. You glance at your black tennis shoes in disdain, regretting not just sucking it up and stealing Aaliyah's chunky boot heels to up your outfit game.

"You didn't tell me what to wear. This is a neutral outfit!" You defend your basic fashion while casually refraining from cursing him out in front of his royal siblings.

The last thing you want is for T'Challa and Shuri to know exactly how explicit and horribly informal you truly were, but you gave Erik a side eye you hoped would be brutal enough to inflict actual pain on him. Not everyone has three fucking closets.

"I ain't say nothing because I wanted to see what you'd come up with. You look like you 'bout to go jogging and shit." He judges a little rudely. You squint at his sudden attitude.

Shuri scoffs. "Do not listen to him, you look fine." She assures you, but Erik is sucking his teeth beside you as he puts the car in drive. You look from him to the back where Shuri and T'Challa were sitting rather uncomfortably. There's this weird energy in the car, you realize, like Erik was legitimately angry at T'Challa, who wasn't even really speaking. You smile back at T'Challa for reassurance and he offers a kind look back to you, but there's a stiffness to him that's a little uneasy. His eyes turn back to his window, staring out at your street with a guilty expression.

"Where exactly are we all going?" You ask to break the tension.

"They are going to get some work done," He points to the backseat. "And we are going to eat."

"But --" Shuri starts, but he holds his hand up to silence her. "Cousin!" She exclaims.

"I don't even wanna hear it, Ri. I already told yo ass." He shuts her down quickly. She sits back, crossing her arms. You felt like you were imposing on a private family matter.

It's eerily quiet for the first five minutes of the drive, mostly because Erik neglected to turn the radio on, and the only thing you could actively give attention to was the steady beat blasting from Shuri's headphones. You tried to start a conversation but somehow everything reached a complete dead-end, even with T'Challa. So, you sat and kept to yourself, occasionally glaring at Erik through the corner of your eyes and occasionally scrolling down your Instagram feed. The only thing that tore your eyes away from the dancing baby on your feed was the car coming to an abrupt stop in front of a large office building about ten minutes later. Shuri's hand touches your shoulder as she opens her door.

"See ya," she pats you before slipping out of the car with T'Challa right behind her. He just waves his exit. You watch as they stroll past the security and into the building with an ease that only comes with having authority. Without the audience, you turn back to glare at him.

"The fuck is your problem? It was nice meeting the princess, but all this extra shit with the silence and insulting how I look? You really got me fucked up!" You exclaim. You weren't even about to call his ass in the first place and, technically, he didn't even call you.

"Chill out, shorty, it's not that deep. I'm aggravated. Not at you." He sighs. His face looks dejected with his scrunched eyebrows and pouty mouth so you can believe that he's feeling a certain kind of way. You reach your hand out to his, lightly touching him without being too assertive. He doesn't look like the kind of guy that responds well to a deeper emotional connection in these situations.

His eyes linger down to your hands, then slowly trail up to your face. His expression is blank, so you're unsure if you did a good thing or a bad thing, but you decide to roll with it.

"Do...you wanna...talk about it?" You suggest with a squint.

"Fuck no." He replies. You breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God. You barely even wanted to see him, let alone listen to him vent about some shit you had nothing to do with. Once you get involved with his emotional side, you might as well be in a relationship with the man and that's not what this was.

"Cool. Now, suck that shit up and take me out like you promised." You laugh, finally getting a genuine smile out of him. "Sensitive ass." He rolls his eyes at you while starting his car up again.

"Damn, okay."

You laugh at his expression and turn the radio up as he begins driving again. You had a strong feeling that no one outside of his family talked to him the way you did, which was a damn shame because his face afterward is always so hilarious to you. You liked how he'd raise his eyebrows comically high and grin in surprise, looking partially offended and partially amused. There were a lot of small things about him that made you all warm on the inside, and so far none of them had to do with his cold exterior.

"It's not anywhere fancy, right? I just want a McChicken sandwich."

"A sandwich?" He asks, baffled. "I just gave yo ass five hunnid dollars and you wanna go to McDonalds and shit? I need to un-humble you."

"I don't need to spend thousands of dollars on a meal, nigga, just gimme two McChickens and a chocolate shake on the side! I'll be fine!"

"You want me to cancel the five-star restaurant reservation I made so you can eat fast food?"

"Who's really doing all that for lunch? You are the most bougie ass nigga I've ever met in my life. But you're 'royalty', so it's not a surprise."

"Why you say royalty like that? Watch that tone. I'm a real nigga. And if I got the means, me and my girl ain't about to slum it at some fast food place with terrible service and rachet workers."

You smirk. "Your girl?"

He's stopped at a red light when you say it and he turns to you with a deadpan expression. Your eyebrows wiggle suggestively.

"Don't." He commands. If you didn't listen when Bryson Tiller said it, you sure as hell don't need to listen to him, so you continue on anyway.

"That's bold of you to just say." You keep going. "Is that why you're doing all this? You want me to be your girl?" You ask rhetorically and giggle at his faux-annoyed expression. "I don't know, I think you need to earn the right to call me your girl like that." You tease.

His eyes held not even the slightest trace of the light humor emanating from you. They were soft, but cut through you like glass, drawing you closer to something that you didn't understand. Though, his face did not correlate with the intensity of his eyes, calmly smiling and as relaxed as ever. Usually, his eye contact felt elating like you were flying on the highest of clouds with a warmness that comes from your underbelly and spreads all over you like a blanket. All his stare does now is make you anxious, nervous, and twitchy as you wait for a response you're not even sure will come. You start to internally freak out, afraid you've subconsciously taken a harmless joke and struck a chord with him. He turns away from you and back to the road seconds before the light switches.

"You won't let me." He whispers before taking off again.

It takes a couple of seconds to digest his sentence and when you finally do, he's already on another topic.

"Who allowed all these niggas on the road? Can't nobody drive! The fuck!" He speeds past a slow-moving Prius, honking angrily as he did so.

Maybe now is not the time to address whatever the hell he means. With a little difficulty, you let his remark slide for the moment and stick a pin in it for later.

He continues on with the drive giving into his phase of road rage, cursing out a few students drivers, flipping off cabbies, and speeding past the 'bitch made' cars.

You stop in front of his suggested restaurant, of course, because he doesn't do compromises well. You look up at the fancy place with apprehensive eyes, wondering about the scene and the people and what you'd even look like in that environment. His hand touches yours, not grabbing but resting.

"Calm down, you're with me." He assures. "If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable at all, I'll buy the fucking place and we can eat there by our damn selves. Okay?"

"Do we have to do this? I don't see the reason."

"The reason is that you deserve quality food. Don't worry, I got you." He reminds you with a shake of his head. You blush and look away.

"Okay," you mutter. He leans towards you, gripping your jaw and turning your head back to him. Your foreheads graze as he regards you, drinks in the sight of you.

"Kiss me," he orders. You push up against him, letting your lips meld together lightly, then all at once. You almost hate how good it feels to kiss him. He pulls away five seconds into the smooch and looks down at you, questionable. "You good?" He asks.

"Yeah," you smile in a way you can only assume is ridiculous by how much your cheeks start to ache. He pecks your lips once more before unbuckling your seat belt for you. You both exit the car and the valet immediately comes to take the keys and park the car. The walk inside is less intimidating than you imagined, it's surprisingly pleasant and without one single old white person to look down at you. In fact, there weren't many white people at all despite how incredibly expensive the place looked. You were about to ask him about that, but a waiter appeared beside him and began leading the two of you past the other tables towards the back.

He paid for a private room, of course.

The lighting is dimmer inside of the large back room, casting a soft, orange glow on everything in the room. A square, dark mahogany table sits in the very center of it all with two velvet chairs opposite each other. There are a few plants in the corners and other expensive knick-knacks sitting atop various shelves on the dark brown walls. As you continue your admirable stare, he nudges you from behind to take your seat. You stumble forward slightly before taking the dozen or so steps it took to get to the table, then sitting down in the plush seat. The waiter sets your respective menus on the table and makes himself scarce, speed-walking back through the door you entered through to tend to others.

"You bring a lot of girls here?" You ask. And, honestly, you don't why you ask the question, but it spews out before you could contain the thought. He shakes his head, unweathered by your inquisition.

"No, but I won't lie, there were a couple." He says.

"I figured. This whole set up is pretty smooth." You compliment.

"Bet you glad we ain't go to McDonald's."

"Don't speak so soon, I ain't taste they burgers yet." You joke.

You open your menu and frown.

"It doesn't show any prices." You notice, flipping through the laminated pages in confusion.

"It's not supposed to. Just get whatever."

You've gone your whole life being as frugal as possible, always handling money, especially if it were not yours, with care and responsibility. There was never room in your life to go wild with cash, to always eat whatever you wanted at whatever the cost, to have random extravagant lunches for no reason and not question the bill. You know that on some level he understands what you've gone through and why you respond the way that you do to his showcases of wealth, but at the same time, he doesn't understand. He's had money for the most part of his life so, humble beginnings or not, he can't feel how crazy this is for you. You scan through the menu and like a muscle memory you skip over the steaks and lobsters and settle on the burger selections.

As you finally decide on your order, you peak over the top of your menu to peak at Erik. He looks to be contemplating between a few things on his menu, looking back and forth between the words with a wrinkle in his eyebrows. You find yourself in one of those moments where you can't help but delight in his handsomeness. You like when his dreads are loose and wild, framing his face shape so perfectly. He's made even more beautiful underneath the warm glow of lights. His eyes snap up to you like he could hear your inner commentary. You blush and raise your own menu higher to shield yourself. He laughs at your clear embarrassment.

"What?" He asks. You set the menu back down, instantly feeling less protected than your makeshift shield allowed you to be.

"Nothing. I just...I like your hair like that."

He smirks. "Had to make it easier for you to grab on to. I know you like that shit."

Your eyes widen.

"You seem pretty confident about having sex with me again. Who's to say I don't just eat this meal and leave?"

"Your pussy." He smiles and you roll your eyes.

"Anyway, I think I'll be ordering the smokehouse barbeque burger." You ignore his comment and try to change the subject matter.

Thankfully, he lets whatever dirty thoughts plaguing his mind go and follows along with your swift and obvious subject change, commenting on which dish he wants. The waiter, whose name you didn't catch, times his arrival perfectly and swoops back in to take your orders and offer the prince some special wine on the house.

"So, what is it that you do? You know, other than being the Prince of Wakanda."

"I'm the head overseer for the Outreach Program in Oakland, the big building beside Shuri's science thing. I'm not there all the time, but I get my notifications when I need to drop in and handle some shit."

"Seriously? That's amazing."

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing." He boasts and you kick his leg from underneath the table.

"Oh, my God, shut up! I'm just saying...someone with your status wouldn't need to do that. It's...admirable that you do." Your cheeks burn predictably, but Erik looks as pleased as ever. "I've been to that building so many times. It's kind of weird that we haven't crossed paths already."

His eyes shift from yours down to the table, then back up again. He smiles, perhaps too smoothly, but it's enough to get you to smile with him. "Yeah. Crazy."

If he was being weird, you didn't comment on it.

"Enough about me, though. You ain't never tryna talk about yourself."

"My life is ridiculously boring compared to yours."

"I don't care. Bore me! I'm feeling weird as shit witchu knowing all my business and I barely know where you live."

"You know where I live." You deadpan. He scoffs.

"Not the apartment number or anything."

"Girls don't just give away their apartment numbers to strangers."

"You know what I mean."

You sigh, eventually caving. You decide to tell him about where you work, the busy barista hell-zone flashing back to you horribly. When you got the job, you were desperate as hell and needed any kind of money you could get to keep up with rent money, and now it's like you were stuck there with the mediocre pay and over stressful work environments with the bratty managers and annoying co-workers. You tell him that Casey has the best job out of your trio, despite being the lazier of you guys and having a strong dependence on marijuana.

You tell him about moving away from your family after high school and how that change almost made you give up on yourself until your best friends pulled you back together. You wouldn't get too deep into your familial relationships, quite like him you had things too depressing to bring up in casual conversation. You tried to focus on the good things, like that time you won those free Drake concert tickets from a radio station, and when you took that trip to New York and met Captain America. He's surprisingly content in listening to you ramble on about anything and everything you could think of.

"Captain America, huh?" He asks once he see's the expression on your face.

"Don't judge me. He's my favorite Avenger, wherever the hell he is now." You comment, thinking about that whole 'rogue Captain America' news headline.

"No comment."

Your food finally arrives and you immediately get to eating, slightly uncaring that he's staring at you devour your meal. You have to begrudgingly admit that this meal beat any fast food you could ever think to order. Sitting there having lunch with him felt more natural than it should have, all the playful banter and lingering stares were enough to leave you wanting to do it again. There still remains a stubborn part of your brain that believes this is all an elaborate prank, that he's not really the person he pretends to be in front of you. Though, his comforting presence seems to be drowning that nagging voice out more and more.

You're a little bubbly from the wine as you get back into the passenger seat of his car. You hadn't realized how long you two had been in there, but the sky was getting darker already and Erik spend the time it took to walk back to the car asking you to go home with him again.

"I told you I have work tomorrow, I have to get home." You slur while buckling yourself in.

"C'mon, I'll get you back home before then." He uses his persuasive voice, which sadly hasn't failed him yet.

"I don't know."

He picks your hand up and presses his lips to your knuckles, slowly kissing upwards while keeping steady eye contact with you. "C'mon, baby, lemme take care of you tonight." He whispers to you. You bite your lip, contemplating. You know damn well that if you were traveling to his place tonight, you wouldn't be leaving in time to get to work tomorrow. But if you went home instead of leaving with him, you'd be frustrated the rest of the week.

On one shoulder, you had Casey in a white dress, smoking the holiest of blunts, telling you that you have responsibilities. On the other was Aaliyah in a red bodysuit yelling at you to continue ho'ing. You knew you had absolutely too much wine if that's what you were imagining.

Screw it.

"Okay. Yeah, let's go." Your reply. He smirks wickedly before starting the car up.

(I hate this chapter, but I love you guys so I had to finish & post. Things seem tense with the royal family 👀👀 hmm)

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