#i have feelings about the master even i can't comprehend sometimes

[willowser]

sometimes i get the very strong urge to write a comes back ??? fic for bakugou but the more i think about it, the more i realize how emotionally taxing and honestly horrifying it would be.

you and bakugou spend a few years in that weird will-they-won't-they stage before you officially start seeing each other seriously, and then it takes some time to adjust to having a pro-hero for a partner — so it's not always easy. until the time goes by and you have a break up scare or two and things finally level out, and you figure out how to talk to each other and you fall into the beautifully warm comfort of just being together, in love.

and then he fucking dies. in a heart-explodey, blind-in-one-eye kind of way.

the two years that follow are just — time passing, like pages in a chapter you can't understand the words to. you know grief in a way you never could have comprehended before, you wonder what it's all for and how you'll go on. you're angry at him for sacrificing his stupid life and angry at the world for taking him from you, but you're so deeply, down to your bones, heartbroken over losing him.

and you're not the only one; more than any of his friends that you see, deku is the one who is there for you the most. calls you daily and pulls you out of bed, makes sure you eat because he knows that's what kacchan would want. lovingly flings out a few gruff insults that make you laugh until you're both crying in your kitchen. it means something, maybe, that you both can just mourn in the presence of one another, without judgement or care.

your relationship gets a little — dependent. not romantic, at least not for you, but it's like you need the other person for the bits of bakugou they hold that you don't. the memories and the laughs and the bad times as well as the good. the secrets katsuki would never tell you, and the tenderness izuku was never shown.

it never gets easier. every day is just another day. if you think about it for too long, it all comes crumbling down. you're almost having to disassociate through your life just to make it, and that's hard when the whole city mourns him, too. but you do it. every single day, even on the worst of them.

izuku calls you a little more than two years after, in the middle of the night.

sounding way too awake and out of breathe, though you don't think that's necessarily out of the ordinary, considering his profession. he's a very hyper-fixation kind of guy; you can only imagine what hobby he's picked up and also mastered in the last 48 hours.

he asks if he can come pick you up from your apartment because he "needs to show you something important" and you agree, even if it doesn't feel like it usually does, when the nights are long and you both need someone to talk to. this feels — urgent. a bit worrisome.

you don't know where he takes you, but he's quiet the whole way there. in an old sweater, hair mussed, bags under his eyes like he really hasn't slept in the last 48 hours.

("stupid flighty fucker," katsuki would say, sometimes, when the weight of the world was weighing too heavily on the number one hero's shoulders, and even if he would huff and puff and grit his teeth, you'd notice him checking his phone more often than usual. taking every phone call that came without hesitation.)

you almost want to tell izuku that, in the car, because that's what you do, that's how you've kept him alive between the two of you; kacchan would make a point to tell you that's not how generators work, in the shitty horror film you and deku go see, that kacchan wouldn't dare sit through.

("no, he would," you argue, solemn as the lights in the theater warm back to life, as it empties. "he would."

and after a long, heavy beat, izuku would agree. "yeah. he would.")

izuku brings you somewhere that's too clinical to be as quiet and as dark as it is: inside, the walls and floors are sterile with anti-septic but the lights are off, in every hallway. the only visibility comes from a small lamp that's in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small handful of people you don't know, at all, already there. waiting.

you say his name in a small, concerned question, and when he takes both his hands in yours, they're warm and too wide and sweaty. his eyes glow, but in a way you don't recognize. everything he says to you is — gibberish, a mish-mash of worry and half-sentences and all the warning bells are going off in your head.

"y-you can't freak out, okay? you have to—i can explain all this when...when the time is right."

"you said that you would give anything to have kacchan back, remember? you said—you would do anything."

"i know this sounds—i know how this sounds, okay? but nothing is impossible!"

"i just need you to trust me."

and up until now, you had no reason not to. but you're not sure when he slept last, or even when he ate last, or why he's muttering things about his quirk, how he and katsuki are connected somehow, in ways he's not able to explain.

or why you can faintly hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor just beyond the only closer door in this wing of the hospital.

#not me actually crying while writing this lmaooo #deku is ✨ delulu ✨ enough for the both of us kahfkaha #no bc the thing is that he comes back and it's the age old question of. what have we done. #but at what *cost* #in my anime world logic for this deku does something something with all for one to bring him back — along with other unspecified stuff — an #bakugou comes back with deku's memories of the last two years 👀 #and he can FEEL how miserable deku was without him 🥺 how bad deku felt for YOU 🥺 #how weirdly close the two of you got 🤔 #does he come back wrong ????? or does bringing him back make YOU wrong ??? 🥺 #okay bye for real for real we've been driving all day bye bye #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[unholyevilness]

In celebration of my first actual post, let's have something fairly fitting to myself; queerness. Prompt: Aot men being trans (nsfw) - Eren, Reiner, Zeke, Jean

cw. afab genitalia mention, praise and degradation, squirting, sex toys, armpit kink, golden showers, public sex, dubcon because alcohol

Reader is written gender neutral!

Eren

Eren struggles a lot with his mental health due to his gender identity, so it takes him a while to warm up. The testosterone played a big role in having sex with him more comfortably, he just cannot say no when you offer to suck his tdick like a starving whore, praising him for how big he gets when he's excited, all swollen and dripping at the same time. It's so very validating for him, but he also loves exploring you from the inside with his strap. It's rather average because he wants to keep it as realistic as possible, skin colored and 6 inches. Despite the mental fight with his body, Eren knows he has a pretty face without bragging or being an ass about it, purposely blessing you with his lewd expressions and putting on a show for you. He lets the sweat beads run down his face, and it makes him look like a God. You call him divine, and he squirts into your mouth.

Reiner

Our sweet sir Braun turns off his brain when he's having sex, and he doesn't even have control over it. You take advantage of it by shoving as many of your fingers as possible into his hole, teasing him about how wet he always gets and the obscene noises his cunt is making. He loves having you run your fingers through his pubes, it's such a natural way of being for him. It reaches his belly button, and you love tracing his happy trail with kisses and bites, having mastered the perfect balance of worshipping and humiliating him. When you stick your nose and face in the crook of his armpit for the first time, he moans more out of surprise rather than pleasure, but he quickly grows to love how experimental you are, always coming up with new ways to rock his world.

Zeke

Just like his brother, Zeke is very discreet about it. He's neither very comfortable nor proud of his body, so he doesn't have sex a lot. The issue is, he's a pervert, which doesn't really help the fact that he already struggles with opening up to someone about his gender identity; he fears rejection and usually receives it at the very latest when he reveals his dark desires. He's embarrassed about it, but he can't swallow the craving that comes with seeing you. He wants to cover your entire body with bottles of cumlube, piss on you, wholly destroy you in abandoned alleyways late at night when you've said your goodbyes to your co-workers. He's not confident enough to have you go down on him, so he does it for you religiously. It's one addicting way of scratching the itch within him without getting naked, so he moans obscenely, loves sending vibrations through your whole body, fully indulging in and devoted to messily making you climax. Sometimes when he's really horny, he shoves whatever he can get his hands on up his cunt, unable to function properly and giving in his primal needs.

Jean

Jeanny boy would buy the biggest packer he can get his hands on and bait you into thinking it's legit, feeling up your body and flirting with you at a party with little to no shame. After successfully dragging you home, he pours you two another round of wine and lets some of it drop onto his crotch. "Oops-" he says, "Guess I should get this off of me." and starts to fiddle with his pants, unzipping them teasingly slow as your hungry eyes follow his every move. He doesn't miss the adoration in your eyes, and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently positioning your head between his legs as he places each of them next to your body, left and right, both of you seated on his couch. It all happens too fast for you to comprehend it properly, Jean is riding your face in no time, mindless filth leaving his mouth. He's vocal, and you're left speechless. "You looked like you wanted to say something, I hope that's not true. Good toys don't really speak unless I am done playing with them." He excuses his behaviour by stating its his way of coping with his gender identity and you would punch him in the face for it, but he's far too handsome for you to miss out on this lay, and his pussy gets you hypnotised.

I totally wasn't projecting with this.

#aot imagines #aot smut #aot x y/n #aot x you #x reader #Aot x reader #aot x female reader #aot x male reader #Attack on titan #Eren Jaeger #eren yeager #eren x y/n #Eren smut #Reiner Braun #reiner imagine #Reiner smut #zeke yeager #Zeke smut #Jean Kirschtein #Jean smut #jean x reader #anime headcanons #Eren Jäger #eren jeager thirst #eren x you #eren x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke x reader #zeke x y/n #Zeke x you

[ultraviolet-psyche]

Dead On Arrival (F!Chrobin ver.)

Rating: T

Pairings: F!Robin/Chrom, implied Alfonse/Kiran

Characters: Chrom, Kiran & F!Robin

Warnings: Angst; basically all the warnings you'd expect from a Risen King Chrom fic

Summary: Chrom, King of the Risen and the Fell Dragon's most trusted servant, is summoned to Askr.

Word Count: 995

A/N: Once again, this is mostly just some pronoun changes and some slight adjustments in description. Robin doesn't actually appear that much here, so...

Original M!Chrobin ver.

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Light. Sunshine. Bright. Too bright. Clear skies. Stone floors. Clean air.

A hooded figure. A voice. Unintelligible speech.

"Who calls me?" He sounds as haggard as he looks.

More talking. It's louder. His name? Oh. Yes. His name.

"My name is… Chrom…" It hurts to speak; he's long used to it. "I am the king of corpses. Where I go… despair follows…"

He blinks a few times until his eyes adjust to the harsh light and the blur of colours and shapes in his line of vision form a clear image. The stranger before him is smiling beneath their hood, as though perhaps they're used to fallen former heroes being dumped into their peaceful world. Strange.

"Good to meet you, Chrom," they say. "I'm Kiran, the Hero Summoner. You have just been summoned to the Kingdom of Askr. I understand how confusing this must be for you, so allow me to explain."

They start talking about things that Chrom hardly has the energy to comprehend. The aforementioned Askr. A contract. The Order of Heroes. Wait. That's not right. Chrom isn't a hero. He has no business being here. He can't help these people change their fates.

Go! Tell them! Do not let them suffer our same fate!

His heart, or what remains of it, still aches, sometimes, and it aches now as he thinks back to the last words Robin has ever spoken to him. Robin had momentarily seized control of her own body to tell Chrom to save this strange world that called for him. Why, after all this time, does she trust him to avert the inevitable? Him, a broken corpse, used as his master's weapon to destroy all that he knows and loves, unable to protect a blasted thing. Why – how – has Robin not lost all hope? He wishes he could see her one last time, if only to ask, why him? Why the Risen King?

But, as his master had reminded him time and time again, nothing will ever change, because fate is always set in stone.

To make matters worse, Kiran is now prattling on about alternate universes and different versions of Chrom and the other Shepherds. Different Chroms, different Robins, different Lucinas… different versions of his master. Gods. A world with multiple Grimas is doomed no matter how many Chroms, Robins and Lucinas are there to fight them. The despaired world he's left behind can't even handle one Fell Dragon, so what hope does this world have?

Chrom soon realises that Kiran has stopped rambling. Their hood obscures their eyes, but it doesn't conceal their worried frown. "Is something the matter?"

"Your world… will fall to ruin…" is all that Chrom has the heart to say.

"Oh." There's a brief pause. "Uhh, okay, that's good to know, I guess? Anyway, how about we go to the castle? I have some friends I'd like you to meet."

Chrom would much rather find a secluded area and stay there forever, but the whims of a Risen are of no one's concern. He has no choice but to play along.

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It's surreal to travel through active, populated villages, packed with buildings fully-intact and dozens of villagers going about their day – moreso when Chrom feels their stares burning into his pallid skin like a flame meeting parchment. The sound of youths laughing and playing in the warm afternoon sun reminds him of his own children – or, rather, his children in a world that allowed them a proper, happy childhood. His heart aches again. He's a failure at many things, but his failure as a father stings like nothing else.

Askr is like a fairytale kingdom straight out of a children's book. The weather is picture-perfect, the birds are singing a sweet tune, and the closer Chrom and Kiran get to the castle, the more magnificent it becomes. It's the polar opposite of Ylisse in every way. Of course his master had no qualms about sending him here; it's a persistent reminder of everything he's lost.

Kiran chats with Chrom about the friends he'll be meeting as they both advance toward the castle. Chrom is only half-listening, merely responding with the occasional grunt, but he does register their names – Anna, Alfonse and Sharena. He notices that Kiran talks about Alfonse in a manner that's more… distinct. The words they use when speaking about this boy are painfully familiar – "other half", "special bond", "bound by ties stronger than fate". Something twists painfully in the depths of Chrom's stomach as bittersweet memories resurface, but he shoves them down, reminding himself that Kiran and Alfonse don't have much time left, anyway.

Once the castle entrance enters his view, Chrom notices a smattering of people, grouped into pairs or triplets, hanging about and socialising with one another. He wonders if these must be some of the Heroes Kiran was talking about.

With one glance to the left, he has to wonder no more. The sight before him is enough to stop him dead in his tracks.

Standing close to each other, adjacent to a large fountain, are a man and a woman, both dressed in light colours and each carrying a bouquet of flowers. The man, who's sporting blue hair and the Brand of the Exalt on his left shoulder, takes a moment to gently adjust the flowers nestled in his companion's ivory pigtails. The woman smiles and mouths a thank-you before leaning in for a peck on the lips.

They are so absorbed in each other's presence that they take no notice of Chrom, the Risen King, looking on in agony. He wants to cry, but he can't summon any tears. If only… If only…

Kiran lets out a long, sad sigh beside him. "I'm sorry you have to see that, Chrom. Come, let's go inside – Alfonse and the others are waiting."

Chrom tears his gaze away from his other self and his other half as he trudges behind Kiran, mourning the happy future that could've been.

#fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem heroes #chrom #risen king chrom #kiran #summoner #f!robin #chrobin #f!chrobin #fanfic #ficlet #angst

[fbfh]

ok ok ok but sometimes pregnant women are super horny so imagine like, Leo couldn’t keep his hands off you before but now you can’t keep your hands off him. fuck I’d be riding him every hour on the hour like yass daddy

I.... love you for this one. thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about this tumblr user just-some-common-bitch I wanna kiss you on the mouth /p

yes bc you're expecting to use the pregnancy as an excuse to lose all sense of decorum when it comes to your mans but then the hormones kick in. now that little primal part in the back of your brain has a tiny little death grip on the wheel. one look at Leo sends you into a full unga bunga spiral. your coochie is throbbing aching quaking for him. you can smell his pheramones, something you didn't know was possible. your already high sex drive has skyrocketed, and both of you can barely keep up but like,, neither of you are complaining. he can't lie, being so needed in you, getting to dote on you and take care of you during your pregnancy makes him feel so needed, so valued and close to you and really nothing could make him happier. it's really driving home the feeling of being the most important person in your life, the first person you reach for when you need something or have something you want to say. it means so much more to him than he could hope to put into tangible words. he's extra affectionate (and he was already very affectionate before this) which is amazing but also not helping the fact that you constantly want him inside you. he's happy to oblige, and will take care of you in every way imagineable as long as you're not literally in public or around other people. there's a lot of sneaking away for quickies and you've basically mastered not getting caught. it's thrilling to have you want him so badly, need him so much that you're sneaking around like this. god you just become an echo chamber of not being able to keep your hands off each other, getting crazier and crazier for each other, falling more and more in love than either of you knew was possible. he could pick up on your signals really well before, but he's even more in tune now. he can see the exact moments when you start to get a little squirmy, squeezing your thighs together and shifting around. he knows what those extra touches mean, he can read the looks you're giving him, intentional or not, clear as day. he knows exactly how much time he has to excuse yourselves and slip away before you go completely feral. by the end of your first pregnancy you have it down to a science. he just feels so good all the time, but especially like this. it feels so much better knowing that you're pregnant with his little baby. you need to feel close to him, feel his touch a lot, so expect a lot of cockwarming to fall asleep too. if you ever get even slightly insecure about how horny you are for him, how much you want him inside you all the time, he'll smother you with kisses and loving touches and tell you that you're just getting ahead for when the baby comes. like bears getting ready for hibernation. oh my god how is he so sweet. also at one point I said you should absolutely call him papi but like.. once in a blue moon bc it's very powerful. now is the time. call him papi and daddy and rile him up. it works. it almost works too well. if you weren't already pregnant before this you absolutely would be. your dirty talk is at a whole new level. it's off the charts. he can't get enough and he can't even comprehend the effect you have on him. flabberghasted.

#drabbles #dad!leo #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez drabbles #leo valdez smut #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus smut #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus drabbles #tumblr user just some common bitch

[mais-nerdy-corner]

𝕳𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖇𝖞 𝕯𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖞 𝕯𝖚𝖘𝖐

Vengeful Immersion

Name: Liu Shen (Chinese: 劉神 Liú Shén, "Killer Spirit")

Birthday: November 12th

Weapon: Sword

Vision: Hydro

Constellation: Vindicta

Region: Liyue

Affiliations: Liuliang Hall

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The young master of Liuliang Hall who was thought to have vanished or worse, killed, is rebuilding his parents' textile and jewelry empire like it once was. Liu Shen may be a heir by day, but is actually a killer seeking revenge to those who made his life an insufferable mess by dusk.

About Liu Shen

Chongyun: About Liu Shen = I've seen the young master of Liuliang Hall several times on the streets of Liyue Harbor, but never really talk to him. I sensed an unsettling aura from him, yet I can't seem to find anything disturbing regarding his behavior or action. Hmm, I wonder, what secrets does he truly hold?

Yun Jin: About Liu Shen = When I was a child and still learning the opera, I remembered seeing Mr. and Mrs. Liu talking to my parents. They must be talking about making new opera costumes back then. The Yun-Han Opera Troupe and Liuliang Hall has been very close business partners for quite some time now, and we were completely devastated when we heard about Mr. and Mrs. Liu's murder. We initially assumed Liu Shen has gone with them, but I guess we were proven wrong because he is still here and I am more than happy to be able to work with him. But unfortunately, now Liu Shen seems busier and rarely can attend my performances. I do wish he would give himself a break so we can meet and talk like our parents used to.

Xiangling: About Liu Shen = Hm? Do I know Liu Shen? Of course I do! Why did you think I don't recognize my best taster? Liu Shen would sometimes come and ask if I have any new dishes he can taste. It depends. When I have a new dish, he will taste it, but not all of it. Strange, every time I cooked a dish with slime in it, it's like he knows what's in it and refuses to eat it. Gee, why is everyone so afraid of slime-based dishes?

Zhongli: About Liu Shen = Liu Shen? Hmm... The young man suffered a tragedy early in life but he managed to overcome his woes. Even so, his decision to take revenge has thrown him into a world where he can never return to the light.

[Author's Note]: I feel like Yelan should've been on here but unfortunately for me, her character is too complex for me to comprehend... ( ；∀；)

Publication date: August 20th 2022

#genshin impact #genshin oc #original character #voice lines

[demonsfate]

Very thankful for your posts about Tekken lore and such. I became a fan since T4/5 and I didn’t remember some things. Watching Bloodline certainly made me a bit confused due to some plot decisions but I'm glad you explained a few points. Do you think Jun will show up in T8? I think (or at least, HOPE lmao) that we see the Kazama side just like we saw the Mishimas storyline in T7. I also want more Xiaoyu, Asuka and Hwoarang but knowing Harada.. who knows. I remember the endings some characters got in T7 and I physically cringe 💀 like a few were so silly and.. unimportant. I just hope we have less of that in the next game.

And I am very thankful that you read 'em! 'cos sometimes I feel I just ramble like a madperson xD I dunno, I wanna say Bloodline would be good had it not made so many decisions that go against the series. Buuuut... honestly - as I've explained in posts before - even if it wasn't Tekken, it'd still be bad. It was still full of too many exposition scenes that just tells, not shows. Leaves no room for surprises. And it also has an issue with dragging some scenes out, whilst other, would've been interesting, scenes are rushed. (like most of the tournament.) Whilst I would never critique ppl for what they like - ppl can enjoy whatever as long as it's not harmful lol. But I still can't quite comprehend why ppl would enjoy Bloodline that much. It's not the best adaptation of the story, and even ignoring that it IS an adaptation and just viewing it as its own thing, it still does so many sins against story telling.

I do think Jun will show up in T8. There's a few reasons why I think this. Mainly because as I've been explaining in recent posts - the writers SPECIFICALLY mentioned she's not dead, but just "missing." I don't think they'd bother bringing this up if it's not gonna be used later on in the lore. Plus, many fans recently have been wanting her return. I also think she can really help with the Kazuya vs Jin issue - given that she's an important part of both lives.

I also made a post about the Kazamas playing a more important role in the story. (Here's the post if you're curious!) In Asuka's ending in T7, Lili SPECIFICALLY mentions that Asuka could be dragged into the Mishima mess due to her Kazama connections. This feels like it's hinting at Asuka, FINALLY, playing a bigger role. But I'd also take this with a gran of salt - because Eddy's T6 ending hinted at him being furious with Jin, and wanting revenge for his master dying after all. But then fast forward to T7 - that is completely forgotten, and instead Eddy becomes Lucky Chloe's bitch. It makes me soooo sad. Because while, yes, I'm relieved they dropped him being mad at Jin as T7 mentions he's just mad at Kazuya again. And I, too, want to forget T6 happened unless it's completely rewritten so it doesn't ruin Jin's character. But like... why do THAT to him? So I wouldn't be surprised if Asuka's potential is, again, forgotten.

Honestly, imo, Hwoarang, Xiao, and Asuka should've all played a bigger role. With Hwoarang and Xiao consistently being Jin's best friends - therefore, getting themselves involve in this mess. And Asuka having the power to repel the devil gene, finds herself useful as a weapon against DJ, and even Kaz. I had considered doing my own adaptations for the series - and which, I'd write Asuka usefulness being build up in T5, and then being extremely useful in T6. (since y'all know my blog - I state that it IS DJ who started the war, and went on with it - not Jin.)

But I believe I also critiqued that's one of the biggest issues with Tek so far. Is their humor. Whilst yes, I've always loved the Tek humor brand. I don't like it when my media is completely serious - I do like some jokes to lighten the mood. But back then, most of the jokes just came from obvious joke characters - such as the literal animals, or an old man who can barely move being a fighting character. But now they've gotten to the point where they'll turn ANY character who isn't directly a Mishima into a joke. It just gets old, and then in turn, gets unfunny. I really hope T8 has a more serious tone like T4 (which I'd say T4 was the most serious Tek game) and keep the jokes only to the more obvious characters - that being the animals, ofc. Let Eddy be serious again, let Paul be serious again, let Asuka be serious. Come on!

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc) #✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox)

[ro275805]

Chapter 1+2 Light Novel 5 comments

Reading up to chapter 2 of the Hachi's Memories light novel has been really interesting... It also makes me appreciate Yukiyo Teramoto's writing even more--the quality of characterization in the novels are... well....I don't think it's nearly as tight. I kind of consider it just a published, fairly well written fanfic where you can take what you like from it and leave the rest. There's seriously some great fanservice and little bits of information in some of these novels, though! I just really appreciate seeing more Shadow and Rose too, even if it's not in the main canon. And boy, I didn't expect the little bit of JokerShadow fanservice.... master? servant? I see what you're doing there, author. I have a great radar for this sort of thing. Very cute gjotihjd What I'm very interested in though is this premise of Hachi losing his memories and therefore the emotional bond between him and Joker--something that absolutely forces Joker to stop in place and think about Hachi's worth. About what Hachi means to him. Joker can be selfish and careless- he doesn't mean to be cruel or hurt the people around him, but he doesn't think and emotionally, he can be incredibly insensitive. He sometimes unintentionally treats Hachi quite terribly... Even if Joker truly cares for Hachi.

And so I absolutely adore the premise of Joker really hurting Hachi in some way, and through pride or becoming overwhelmed and emotionally running away from the mess he's made (he is so good at running away from emotional problems), he doesn't sincerely apologize or comprehend how much he's hurt Hachi in a given situation.

I really want Joker to have to confront the flaws of the way he treats those around him with the alternative being losing those very bonds. Addressing his insensitivity and learning the importance of emotional vulnerability and having to do major, REALLY tough work to get there. I believe that a lot of Joker's insensitivity comes from how emotionally, he closes himself off as a defense mechanism (to prevent himself from getting hurt or becoming too attached, due to the trauma in his childhood).

He socializes just fine and he's fully capable of getting serious and having certain important conversations, but so much of it, emotionally, never has the spotlight on him. It's about others and their problems and them overcoming them--like when he talked with Queen during her character arc, or even the few times he conversed with Shadow in a slightly more vulnerable way... But it's never about him and his feelings, not so intimately. He never truly, really talked to Shadow or Rose (and especially Shadow) about what happened back then. He doesn't feel like there's a need--that sort of situation is when he gets prickly and runs. It's better to not bring things up, especially if others don't bring it up. Some things don't need to be said--he reasons. When Joker feels pressured or like a situation is getting too emotional in a way where he, gasp, might need to show vulnerability-- that's when he's the most prone to becoming callous / dismissive. His reflex is to evade / redirect the conversation.

I feel like Queen, Spade, and Joker all understand each other in a certain way that goes beyond words, and this really extends to Joker and Hachi, but a human bond really depends on verbal communication as well... Some things need to be communicated with words. Joker needs to learn to appreciate those around him more, and to open himself up more.

I rambled a bit, but I've been thinking about the topic frequently lately. Will the light novel address at least the base of this idea--Joker being forced to humble himself and to realize the importance of Hachi's companionship? Well, I can't say for sure yet, but I'm excited to read more... There's a lot of potential.

#kaitou joker #rose-musing

[introvertguide]

Abuse of Children Portrayed in Film

I like to use movies as an escape from the harshness of the real world and one of the things that I have learned about in my education is the effects on children when they are mistreated. I have a Masters Degree in Developmental Psychology and one of the hardest classes for me to handle was Abnormal Development in Children and Adolescents. We covered everything from dealing with dyslexia and ADHD to surviving severe abuse and loss at a very early age. We had guest speakers that ranged from people who had escaped genocide as children, to individuals who had been sold into prostitution by their parents, to people who had suffered severe abuse from their parents or guardian. I have heard stories that will stick with me forever and that is nightmare fuel that I don't want to share.

Because of my background education, I take note of the treatment and behavior of children and adolescents in the movies that I watch. There have been many great movies over the years that have depicted the suffering of children and it has always been difficult for me to deal with. There are more well known examples of films that focus on suffering but throw in more of a "sometimes we all suffer, even the children" message that demonstrate that kids aren't immune to great travesties (basically any film about The Holocaust). There are also well known films that show children "coming of age" through hardship (Annie 1982, Oliver! 1968) but end perfectly. There is a more current series of films that focuses entirely on a boy discovering a fantasy world that was robbed from him when his parents were murdered by a tyrant (Harry Potter series). But in this list I want to review some lesser known films that show examples of abuse. Even after all that I have seen and heard, the following list of films have affected me personally for one reason or another. Sometimes the children in these films endure and overcome their situation in the end. Sometimes these children do not survive or sadly remain in their misfortunes. To me, this can make the movie all the more powerful because of the incredible amount of pathos that endangering a child character can add. It can also make it a heart wrenching experience that is painful to watch. Here are some powerful films in which children suffer and the struggle is one of the main plot lines of the movie:

SPOILER WARNING AND VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISORY!!! I AM GOING TO GIVE AWAY THE PLOT TO THESE FILMS AND IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING THAT SOME OF THE PLOTS ARE DISTURBING!!! EITHER WATCH THE FILM IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS OR CHECK OUT THE FOLLOWING SUMMARIES IF YOU WOULD RATHER JUST HEAR WHAT HAPPENS SO YOU KNOW IF YOU WANT TO WATCH OR NOT!!!

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Sybil (TV Movie) 1976

I just recently saw this film after I had heard of the story in my abnormal development class almost 10 years ago. It is the story of a woman who developed multiple personalities to deal with a childhood in the care of an undiagnosed schizophrenic mother. The movie stars Sally Fields and is based on a true account of Shirley Ardell Mason and her treatment by psychologist Cornelia Wilbur. The acting in the film is overdramatic at times, but it definitely reminded me of some of the actual old videos of Shirley Mason and her sudden strange switches in personality when she was scared or anxious. Dr. Wilbur used hypnosis to actually introduce Mason to her alternate personalities and she was able to recognize her disassociative identity disorder and overcome it. It still hurts me to think that this person was mentally wounded so deeply by her parents that it basically shattered her into pieces in an effort to make sense of things.

Leon: The Professional 1994

I mention this film a lot because it is a heartwarming story of an assassin teaching a young orphan how to murder. It is the breakout role for Natalie Portman and it is just amazing. Leon is a "cleaner" that lives next door to an abusive and addictive family with a troubled girl named Mathilda. The father gets in trouble with the mob and some enforcers come by and slaughter most of the family while Mathilda is getting groceries. She returns during the massacre and realizes what is happening so continues next door and pleads for shelter. Leon takes her in and teachers her the trade and protects her from the men who want to finish her off. The movie was written and directed by Luc Besson and stars Jean Reno, Gary Oldman, and Natalie Portman. The suffering that this girl endures because of her parent's addictions hurts me, yet I have seen and enjoyed this film many times. I recommend watching when in the mood to be deeply affected by the trials of a little girl and the killer who protected her.

Kids 1995

This film came out when I was early in high school and bothered me greatly. It is a story by Harmony Korine, and one of his many attempts to capture the hopeless lives of unmotivated and unsupervised teens. These are young teens having unprotected sex, stealing money to do drugs, and attacking people in the park. I did not really go to these kinds of parties when I was that age (or ever really) and it has bothered me to think that adolescents would partake in this kind of behavior. It is hard for me to believe that these kids had the ability to mentally comprehend the consequences of their actions and some of the characters end up contracting HIV from each other. I would not recommend the film because it is a depressing day in the life that no youth should have.

Gummo 1997

I would not call this a good movie and I wouldn't really recommend it. It is another work by Harmony Korine and really details the depravity that can occur with unsupervised youths living in low socio-economic conditions. This movie is just depressing and motivated me to find something to motivate me into action. I got into both psychology and teaching, which has served me well for the past 20 years. It was this film that showed me how low the bar for quality of life could be, and I guess for that I am thankful. However, I still wouldn't recommend it.

Happiness 1998

This movie I didn't see right away but noticed it at the video store on many occasions. I final watched it when I was about 25 on the recommendation of a friend and one particular storyline greatly disturbed me. It is basically the story of 3 sisters that feel they should be happy and project a face of happiness, yet they are miserable and have horrible lives. One sister in particular is married to a psychiatrist who turns out to be a pedophile that rapes the friends of his young son. At one point rather early on in the movie, this man confesses to his son that he raped the boy's friends and that he would do it again. The son is so confused that he asks his father why he never raped him. It is so disturbing to me because I know the boys that were assaulted will be forever damaged and this boy who was not actually raped will be mentally scarred as well. The fact that there are people in the world that would harm children that way, recognize what they had done, and then know they didn't have the self control to stop themselves from doing it again is horrifying to me.

Lilya 4-Ever 2002

This film is deeply disturbing and I highly recommend never watching it. I will spoil it for you now so you never have to see it if you don't want. A 16-year-old girl named Lilya lives with her mother. The mom gets a boyfriend and the couple move to America and abandons Lilya with a neglectful aunt. The aunt movies into the old apartment of her sister and Lilya is forced to move out and become a prostitute to make money. A boy comes along and convinces her to move to Sweden to escape her life. When they arrive, this boy sells her to a pimp and she becomes a teenage sex slave. She almost escapes, but is then captured and beaten almost to death. She escapes again and this time commits suicide so she won't be recaptured. This movie is awful and changed my mind about giving every film a chance. I wish I could forget this film, but I can't. Perhaps it is just not for me, but this film presentation is definitely an experience that you won't soon forget.

The Kite Runner 2007

I read this book in my twenties and saw the film in my thirties and both affected me greatly. A well-to-do boy and his friend are in a kite battle competition and the friend is beaten and raped when he goes to retrieve a fallen kite. The well-to-do boy denies knowing what happened to his friend (he does know) and basically shames and abandons him. This action haunts the well-to-do boy for the rest of his life. How the boy who was raped is basically falling prey to blaming the victim is heartbreaking, and the lifetime of guilt of the other boy is pitiable. Neither boy was the actual attacker yet they both were the ones that suffered.

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There are many other examples of movies along these lines and could be found if you feel like suffering. I can't say that I would recommend them because they are very difficult to watch. Beyond just dealing with the content, it is rare to find child actors who can actually portray somebody who has truly suffered. The mix of bad acting and a depressing plot can make for a terrible movie going experience. The genre of movie involving suffering does exist, though, and it could be enjoyed (?) by some. Just not generally by me.

#harmony korine #gummo #kids #the kite runner #suffering #psychology #depressing movies #introvert #introverts #happiness #lilya 4 ever #leon the professional #movies

[sanghyukstattoos]

SF9's reaction: first time over at theirs, accidentally leak

Warnings: mentions of blood, medicine (tablets)

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here

Safe and happy reading everyone!

Youngbin:

Partly anxious, partly thinks he knows what to do

He has a vague idea of what he should do, it presents itself to his decisions in the form of a solution but he isn't sure, is it what he is supposed to do? Suppose you have been asleep when he found out about your period, he will softly climb back into bed and wake you up. He'll hold you as and when you wake up and he finds it important to cuddle you all day long, even when he suggests that you watch something to distract yourself. He'll try to engage you in doing something like cooking as well but when he see that it doesn't work, he'll tell you that it's okay and pull you to the sofa where the two of you will spend the time either watching the tv or not but in each other's arms. You may go on a walk because he insists on getting fresh air and it's reliving, to feel the wind breeze through your hair, away from the growing stuffiness of staying indoors all day long.

Inseong:

''Oh, she must be in pain, what do I do?''

He may wake up because of your whimpers and heated body (you feel warm to the touch, much more than usual) so he wakes you up, giving you a detailed report of the blood stains and your probably high body temperature. He's freaking out which is cute before you sigh. The previous evening you felt your pms but when would it actually come? That was your question. Nevertheless, he leaves you to freshen up and takes the sheets for cleaning. He has some tricks up his sleeve; he knows that to do. When you come out, maybe hug him from the pain, his heart will squeeze like a towel filled with water, he'll press kisses on your face and give you gently words of support, ''You're doing so well. You want to lay down? I'll lay down with you, come.'' as he tugs you along. If you feel more active, he'll try his best to cook, as in, he'll give in his ultimate best. Extra effort so that you can eat food at home rather than from outside, it will taste good in the end because he would have followed the recipe and it's measurements to the t. Shining eyes should be following your movements when you taste his food, anxiously waiting for your response. Should you feed him, he'll melt, like a marshmallow. He loves you that much.

Jaeyoon:

Jaeyoon's a sweet heart

He'll ask you, ''Are you cramping?''. His voice is soft, almost down to a whisper. It draws you closer to him. You nod, pout whilst holding your lower tummy. You feel uncomfortable standing because of the pain, he knows it and draws you into his arms, holding you steady on your feet. He gives you little kisses on the cheek, teasing out giggles from you. He'll cook for you, maybe pancakes or avocado with fried eggs on toasted bread, whatever you want + as long as he is capable of making it, he may even surprise you! When you are eating, he'll give you company, his chin will rest in the palms of his hand and he'll give you this look where his eyes shine and the pads of his fingers drum on his cheek. He'll melt if you feed him, into a puddle his true form has been summoned. He'll make you smile, partly because of his cheeky jokes but also partly because of his own smile, lit cheeks that resemble a baking bun. He'll tell you not to apologise for the stained sheets, kissing your concern away. He'll join heads with you and figure out to do with it. The rest of the day, he'll spend it with you by taking you into his arms. Be prepared, fluff! passionate-driven! domestic husband! Jaeyoon is out to cuddle you!

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

🥺🥺

He may wake up to your groans of pain, too disorientated at first to comprehend that you may be pms-ing so he'll go back to sleep. When he wakes up later on, the first thing he may say is, ''Shit.'', biting his lip but not yet thinking of a solution. He'll first check up on you, to see if you are still asleep or not. If you are, he'll let you you be and sit back with his mouth agape, wondering how this could happen. This may go on for some moments. He doesn't have even half the heart to wake up but if he has to, he will. When you curl up into a foetal ball, his heart will break. After you refresh, he'll rush to sort out a hot bag for you and maybe some tea and cuddle with you on the sofa till you begin to feel hungry (he may wait for when you are ready to make breakfast!). It's because he loves eating and so he'll love to see his significant other too. He knows that you enjoy what you are eating and that makes him happy, so he'll wait!

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Luxurious level Rowoon 💸💸💸

You may already be up when he wakes up. ''Oh!?!?'' is his voice when he looks at the lil' crime scene you left. You didn't stress about it okay maybe a little but decided to deal with it when he woke up. O-O is his facial expression. He can't believe his eyes. He's scared, he may never be able to un-see it again, ever. To bad for him, slightly better for you. You are already refreshed and not feeling to great, drained even before the day has begun but he's not asking anything, only how you are feeling. You settle in the seat beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, he greets you with a kiss back, discussing about your plans for the day. ''About the sheets'', ''It's okay'' he says, noticing your apologetic face, ''We'll throw them out'', ''Okay~ they are your sheets'' you laugh. Otherwise, if he wants to make love to you, your period may briefly hinder his thoughts but not by much, especially if you agree. He undress you in the shower and kiss you all over, to relieve the soreness of your body and fill you up. He would be okay to cock warm, to sit there with you on his lap and talk to you, giggle and laugh with you, occasionally cutting you off by giving you love-bites and sucking your nipples, nipping the area around them, if you find yourself comfortable with cock warming.

Zuho I Baek Juho:

Home-man Ju, never-leaving-his-cats Ju

But for you, it'll happen. You may have not brought pads or tampons with you because your schedule is hay-wire. If no and you have some then problem solved but if not, he'll leave you with a hot bag and run to the nearest store to buy you some pads. He'll hurry, knowing that you are in pain so he'll even say to his cats before he goes, ''Be good and take care of y/n for me okay?''. You have half a mind to chuckle at this adorable behaviour. In his pyjamas and slippers, he'll walk out, coming back with pads/tampons and food! Food! What's not there to love about this man? He'll bring your favourite snacks, putting them on a plate while you freshen up. If you borrow his clothes, you'll take his breath away. He'll put something on to watch or go out, like an amusement park or food stalls or wherever you would love to go. He wants you to feel better.

Yoo Taeyang:

Shocked or master level response

The first would be more appropriate for this man no? But I can't also help but think that he would see you in pain and move quickly. Without thinking of a plan or immediate solution, he would try to use what he has, a resourceful character is my point. He may rummage through the kitchen and medicine cabinets, standing there for two to three minutes, pondering over what he could use. He is quick to find a heat bag and warm it up, perhaps a wet towel that he thinks he will come back to and tablets for your pain. No doubt that his once blurry eyes and tired mind have disappeared to the back, your peacefulness of mind and sleep becomes his first priority. He takes you to the toilet and while you hazily strip off your clothes, he warms up the water and fills the tub with it. While you soak, cleaning yourself up, he lets you be, giving you the space you need to take a while and gather your peace of mind. There's a lot he would do for you. In the morning, he would cook for you and take you out. Later in the afternoon, you'll fall asleep together and in the evening, if you both are in the mood, he'll be willing to try and ease your cramps with releases. He's someone to be grateful for.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Shy, to the bone

You knock on his door, ''Kyun?'', ''hm? You okay?'', he is curious. ''Yea, I'm going to the store and coming back.'', ''It's pitch black outside, I'll come with you.'', ''okay'', it's dangerous outside, anyone could be there. Just left the complex, he asks, ''What do you need?'', ''Tampons'', ''oh.'', he's flustered now. The tips of his ears turn pink and his cheeks- he can't resist them from going upwards. After scratching the tip of his ear, he asks, ''Does it hurt?'', ''hm, I can feel it, it's hurts a little but later it may hurt a lot.'', ''As in, unbearably?'', ''Yea and I think that I may have already leaked.''. ''Shit'' he murmurs, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, ''If you want, you could go home and I could get them?'', he asks, in all seriousness. He doesn't contemplate that he's never done this before but he could, for you. ''It's okay, I think I can make it. Plus, you won't know what to get.'', ''Call me, ''Are you sure about this?'', ''Absolutely, I'll drop you off and then I'll pick them up, do you want something to eat?''. The endeavours make you smile, now you are at the front of his house, ''Anything is okay with me.'' to which he chuckles. He knows what you want, ''So some snacks?'', in a teasing manner. He moves closer to you. It's a pause from the outside world, cupping your face entirely in his hands, he kisses your cheek. You softly gasp, slipping into his grasp when he lets go. You could smell his shampoo and the way he lingered, he's already telling you, ''Go up, I'll come to you.'' having you shake you head and tell him, ''thank you.''. As he begins to walk, he resists turning back and pulling you into a kiss driven by heat-blinding passion.

I guarantee that the kiss doesn't happen for sometime but when it does, you end up making soft love under the covers. He starts with mapping out kisses along your body + he loves how you touch him when he kisses you.

Chani:

Loving and admirable

When he sees you in pain, he hurts too, expressed as a pout or frown, tugging your hand and asking if you are okay. He wants to make your pain go away. He may be doing some work on his laptop, he'll hold you in his arms with your head on his chest and you softly snoring away. It'll make him smile, after all you were woken up so early in the morning by your cramps, waking him up to a few hours later to find that you made breakfast. It depends on who wakes up, one or the other makes breakfast after a long competition of seeing who can sleep the longest. He feels grateful and he tells you that, before saying that you shouldn't have when you felt this much pain and that he was okay with eating outside food. You have to smile and place a finger to his mouth to prevent his nagging from chewing your ears off and give him a little kiss and then immediately pull him for cuddles. Complain about how you are in pain and he will melt like a lolly on a hot summer day and instantly cuddle you, hovering over your figure that he placed on the sofa and tease you, maybe by feeling your waist to your neck to a small make-out session. It'll be automatic for him to compliment you and shower you with love, easily embracing you and kissing you to tell you that he loves you.

#sf9 #youngbin #inseong #jaeyoon #dawon #lee sanghyuk #rowoon #kim seokwoo #zuho #baek juho #yoo taeyang #hwiyoung #kim youngkyun #chani #sf9 x reader #sf9 fantasy #sf9 requests #sf9 reactions #sf9 fanfic #sf9 fluff #sf9 scenarios #sf9 writings #sf9 imagines #sf9 angst #sf9 smut #sf9 headcanons

[stray-kids-react]

Doing WAP dance perfectly

(If you don't know what WAP is. It's a suggestive dance with a lot of twerking and grinding.)

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Chan always called you cute, you would try your hardest to be hot... But he'd still see you as an adorable lil bean. You became worried that he didn't see you in a sexual way at all, and decided to see if you could possibly get him flustered by doing such a dirty dance.

° You wore the sexiest outfit in your closet, leaving barely anything to the imagination. You walked into Chan's studio with a large trench coat hiding the treat you had in store for your boyfriend. Noticing Chan was alone, you decided to let the coat drop to your feet.

° Blush crept onto his cheeks, bottom lip bittne by his teeth. It was making a mark on him, until you started the music. That song was too much of a meme to be sexy to him, especially since Felix tried to attempt it in front of him once and gave up half way.

° Even if you looked extremely sexy while pounding into the ground, he couldn't help but giggle by the choice of song. If it were something more sensual and romantic, than he would be on the ground with you. But WAP turned him off quite a bit.

"Chan! I wanted to be sexy... Am I not hot?"

"Of course you are hot, it's just the song."

Lee Know

° Minho is a tease who loves you very much, but is not a fan of that trend. He can't help but cringe when he sees someone do it in public for everyone to see, he doesn't know why but it just effects him a lot in all of the wrong ways. But you didn't know this.

° While he alone in the dance practice room, you walked in with WAP blaring from your phone. You then put it on the bench and began to dance along with it perfectly, the phone was recording everything. Including Minho's uncomfortable expression.

° He was impressed by your hips, but the whole song and trend gave him terrible flashbacks to the tiktok he witnessed before. Even if he wanted to smile, it came off very fake or turned into some mixture of cringe and fake happiness.

° Minho did not want to hurt your feelings, but he truly couldn't help it when you did the WAP dance. You thought he was teasing you and trying to annoy you, and you continue to think that til this day. But he was truly not impressed by that trend that you did.

"I know you secretly loved it, don't deny it."

"Oh trust me, I won't deny anything."

Changbin

° You were trying so hard to learn this dance, you wanted to do it for yourself and to also impress your boyfriend. Even when you failed miserabley, Changbin still sent hearts of encouragement and asked if you could give him another show of it.

° He would be lying if he denied that he didn't get a tiny bit turned on when you pounded into the ground, but he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable so he didn't tell you unless you noticed or asked him about it. Which you did a couple of times.

° Wonders how your body can move so smoothly while doing such harsh and sexual moves, especially when it comes to the twerking. You challenged Changbin to twerk with you, and you weren't surprised when he was actually pretty good at it.

° Will record the challenge, helping you edit it and re recording it if you don't like the final product. Changbin is supportive of your interests and even if he isn't overly into WAP, he finds anything you do breathtaking. And think your better than Cardi B herself.

"I swear you are better than Cardi B babe."

"Stop buttering me up lover boy."

Hyunjin

° Truly conflicted. He is impressed by your dance skills, but also doesn't want your followers to see you dancing so proactively. He wants to be the only one to see you acting this way, but he also finds it a bit amusing on how serious you seem.

° Your dancing to a song called 'Wet Ass Pussy' and yet your face seems like your doing an interview at the job of your dreams. This will calm his nerves a tiny bit, knowing you aren't doing this to get attention. But rather because you're bored and wanted to.

° Will sometimes hum along to the song while it's playing, getting shy if he reads out the dirty lyrics about sex. Even though it has become more of a meme than a sensual getting it on song, it still makes him flustered because of how raunchy it is.

° Claps when you've finally succeeded the dance, smiling proudly since he saw how hard you worked for a non benefitial trend. Once you posted the challenge, he would like and save it immediately. Secretly watching it while he goes on tour.

"Does it hurt when you hump the ground?"

"You get used to it after a while."

Han

° Knew that you were going to want to do it, you like to try out different trends to see if you like them or not. He just wasn't expecting to see you do WAP so closely, he thought he'd scroll through tik tok and then you'd be twerking on his feed.

° He was scrolling through Instagram when you got up and began to do the dance, he was trying to comprehend what was going on since you did so out of the blue. Became your personal cheerleader when you went into the splits, hyping you up quite a bit.

° Won't see it as a sensual dance, is more impressed than turned on. He'll high five you afterwards, and then 'high fives' your toosh for doing most of the work. You will become flustered with his compliments, giggling as he drums your bottom teasingly.

° Goes through your social media accounts later, to make sure there aren't any pervs commenting degrading things. If he sees any he'll report them, knowing he is the only one to say things such as 'that's some fine peice of ass' to you.

"Baby, are you scrolling my comments?"

"mhm, there are some creepy followers."

Felix

° Tik tok master, already knows all of the moves and probably taught you them. Felix likes to boost your confidence up and become your own personal happiness, even if you thought you looked cringey and horrid in the video, he'd tell you the opposite.

° Won't force you to do it in front of people or even post the video, even though you look amazing he still doesn't mind if keeping it private. Is a protective sunshine who would feel a bit of relief if you didn't post it, but would never ever admit that to you.

° When you were your best friend was visiting, you both decided to attempt the popular trend. She stopped half way through do to laughter, while you kept going. Felix rushed to you from the kitchen, beginning to throw money on you to enhance the laughter.

° If you get embarrassed when dialing one of the many attempts, he'll comfort you and shower you with kisses til you feel better. Over all he is a sweetheart who cherishes your happiness, and he'll do anything to hear your beautiful laugh and see your smile.

"Don't be shy love *kiss* you were great. *kiss*."

"The kisses make me more shy Felix."

Seungmin

° Knew you were on tik tok, and witnessed you attempt a couple of trends, mosy dance challenges. But never expected you to do WAP, you both were generally introverted and were much more soft with each other in public rather than all over each other.

° Even in photos of you two together, the most anyone will see is hand holding. That's why many people were surprised to see you doing such a bold and raunchy dance for many people to see, the reason behind it was a dare from your close friend.

° A staff member showed him the video, giggling as they couldn't beleive what you did. Seungmin smiled, seeing you so confident and bold made him feel proud. He wasn't upset or jealous in the slightest, he was extactic to see you be so confident.

° When he arrived home, you asked him about his opinion on the video. He could tell you didn't like it and were self conscious about it. So instead o replying at first, he embraced you in a gentle hug. Rubbing your shoulder blades as he complimented you.

"You looked stunning in the video."

"A-are you sure? Don't lie to me Seungmin."

Jeongin

° Stray kids knew you for as long as they knew Jeongin, you were his best friend turned lover and they saw you as family. That is why it made it 10x more awkward for both you and Jeongin when Felix noticed your newest post on tik tok.

° You thought you saved it privately, and did NOT want it to be public due to having such an open account with many followers. Your family even followed your account, so this made you nearly pass out knowing many people have already seen this video.

° You immediately deleted the video, even though it was far too late. Jeongin was a bit shy from witnessing you do such a raunchy dance, but he wanted to comfort you nonetheless. His ears were bright pink as you clung onto him, trying to calm down.

° A couple days after the incident, Minho and Han would tease you lightly. Jeongin occasionally joined in, unless he noticed you became very flustered and would then put a stop to the teasing. He still found it adorable how embarrassed you were of the video.

"What if my mom saw this!?"

"... What if she didn't. There is a chance."

#stray kids #kpop #skz scenarios #stray kids reactions #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #bang chan #felix skz #skz seungmin #skz requests #skz reactions #wapchallenge

[how-masterful]

To Have Your Cake (And Eat It Too)

Dhawan!master x Reader

Summary: The Master has gotten himself tied up. On your birthday of all days. Stuck in a straightjacket and with no idea how long its going to last, you decide to treat your Time lord with a share of your sweet and sinful birthday desires

Notes: for the second year in a row, this is the official how masterful birthday fic™ for her absolutely beloved @plethora-of-imagines . happy birthday, my love! I hope through all the chaos of losing the first draft, flaky internet connections, and a crippling desire for this fic to work out, you hopefully enjoy your birthday gift! 🥳❤💫

this fic was partly inspired by this piece of artwork by @/thoscheii

The Master tugged angrily on his arms, for the fifth time that minute. He grit his teeth together, yanking his shoulders downwards. 

It was a fruitless effort. 

The straight jacket still refused to budge.

“I’ve tried everything, Master. You really are stuck in there until those time locks fall off.”

He tugged once more, before sighing and sinking back into his chair.

“Great. Absolutely magnificent.”

It was a stupid idea. You’d told him as such. The planet of the bachelors, solo men that thrived on their isolation from women. Females within the species simply didn't exist. The Master had seemingly decided the best idea in the universe, something he’d say about every new plan, would be to try and blend in in order to steal some exciting world destroying weapons (and obviously refuse to tell you about the details). It would be an absolute piece of cake, he’d decreed as soon as he’d planned it- sneak in, steal the plans, sneak out. It would only take fifteen minutes or so. That was 7 hours ago.

However, in his pride and… underestimation of the species’ intelligence, he’d made a single, glaring oversight.

He hadn't taken the bloody wedding ring off of his finger.

“Have you really tried everything?”

You turned from your position leant against the console, sending him an offended expression. The Tardis hummed and whirred in your defence.

“Yes! Every single idea you gave me!”

“Are you sure?”

You widened your eyes in an expression that hopefully conveyed to him it wouldn't be wise to ask again. The Tardis beeped rapidly, hoping to dissolve the tension. Still leaning against the console you folded your arms, looking down at your husband. 

“Yes, Master. I promise. I really think you’re just gonna have to wait this one out.”

The Master let out a loud and rather obnoxious groan. He let his head fall back, scrunching up his face in a look of pure annoyance. But even that expression of disappointment, and most likely rage, couldn't be fully executed. The thick red collar that sat around his neck propped up his head like a neck brace.

To his credit, taking off his ring wasn't something he had to do often. Since the day he’d put it on for the first time it never seemingly came off. That was part of his overt sentimentality that you secretly adored. Plus, it hadn’t caused any problems for the pair of you. The ring, a golden band engraved with endless circular Gallifreyan, sat snugly on his finger and often shone, even in low light. It acted as a symbol, a sign to other creatures great and small that he was indeed a taken Time Lord. It matched your own, your wedding band sharing the same design that comfortably nested itself upon your own hand. Of course, yours had to share a finger with the engagement ring- a white point star, shrunken perfectly to sit and shimmer in a band forged from the oldest nugget of gold in the universe.

You looked down at the ring, smiling fondly at the glimmering star that sat on your finger. It shifted and refracted at even the smallest of movements, even in the low light of the Tardis. From there you looked up to see the Master still trying to flop back his head, grumbling and muttering something most likely threatening to himself. You tilted your head, watching him struggle, before carefully making your way over to sit yourself down in his lap. Taking his face in your hands you carefully brushed over his cheeks with your thumbs, the anger and rage that simmered in his expression slowly melting away as he stared up at you with a rare, rather defeated expression.

It wasn't often that the Master was the one in need of saving. At least in the typical, damsel in distress sort of way. It was no secret that the Master had a history of getting in over his head, especially when it came to the Doctor and their centuries long rivalry- from the Autons all the way to the Kasaavin, the Master would sometimes need that extra helping hand. But with you, he was always so proudly in command. The Master of the situation, one could say. With you he would stride in, proudly taking control over every situation: if you were in danger he’d burst in burning with unstoppable rage, guns blazing- more likely TCE blazing, and would happily destroy anything and anyone that was in the path between you and him. Only now it was him that required the whole rescuing thing.

Seeing him like this, bound in a jacket with timed locks that simply refused to budge, almost made him look humbled. But of course he wouldn't let something so small destroy his persistent (And slightly enjoyable) egomania.

“It suits you, y’know.”

The Master rolled his eyes.

“Is that your way of making me feel better?”

“I’m serious. I never thought I'd say it, but you suit a collar and straight jacket.”

The Master bit back a laugh, sending you an incredulous expression.

“Really? Is that so? Because I feel like a knock off Houdini. Even I don't deserve that.”

You pouted dramatically, sticking out your bottom lip. Your hand reached up to ruffle his already messy hair, earning an even angrier scowl.

“You’re enjoying yourself far too much. Just you wait until I get out of here.”

“Aw, is the big bad Master angry he's got his collar on and matches his wife?”

The Master gave a reluctant laugh, narrowing his eyes like a cat. You tickled under his chin with your fingers, enjoying watching him attempt to squirm away. You could tell he was trying so hard to seem offended, but the way he subtly titled his head to grant you more access to the strip of skin under his chin made you believe otherwise. 

It was also undeniable that the thick red collar that sat around his neck matched your own. It seemed, to the Master, that his collaring of you was a pre marriage arrangement. Your own was a rich, purple leather that curved around your throat, lined with golden velvet that sat flush against your skin. Golden hardware, buckles and rings decorated the piece, making the thing look incredibly lavish and expensive- and judging by the Masters taste, it probably was.

“Don't patronise me, love.”

The Master was scowling again. It looked rather cute. You placed a quick peck to the top of his forehead, watching him scowl in return.

“I can't help it Master, you look like a kicked puppy. All grumpy and angry. You know Its your own fault you got into this mess.”

The Master opened his mouth, ready to argue to the ends of the earth as to how he wasn't responsible for the consequences of his own actions. This argument was neither new, nor something you wanted to get into again.

 Suddenly, you had a thought. It was a naughty thought, rather nefarious. 

Though not deadly, the thought was slightly dangerous. If only for what the Master might do when he finally got free. Yes, this was an ample opportunity for you to follow through, and use the new situation to your advantage. He’d be so proud, you thought, if it wasn't him in said situation. 

You pushed your finger against the Master's lips, catching the Time Lord slightly off guard. Once again, his eyes narrowed.

“Move. Your. Finger.”

“I’m pretty sure this is the universal symbol of shut up and listen, Master.”

The Time Lord pressed his lips into a thin line, glaring absolute daggers in your direction. Slowly you pulled your finger away from his lips, moving your face so close your noses almost touched.

“Fine, I'm listening.”

“Of all the days, Master. You had to choose today. Lucky for you, the Tardis thinks there's not much time left on those time locks. Lucky for me, it gives me just enough time to have some fun with you.”

If the Master's eyes were narrow before, now they were creeping wide. You could see the calculations his brain was performing behind his eyes, all the thoughts and possibilities swirling around in his head like brain soup. Rarely was the Master ever in a situation where somebody intended to have fun with HIM. Usually it was the other way around. This was a new sensation, a feeling of which the Master in all his years of existence had yet to fully comprehend.

Was this… what nervousness felt like?

It wasn't long until he was about to find out.

In all his time, cataloguing his thoughts and trying to figure out what you could possibly mean, the Master failed to notice you slipping from his lap and heading off towards the kitchen. With a skip in your step, you quickly made your way towards the piece of delicious, freshly baked cake that sat under the crystal glass dome on the counter top-  grabbing a fork on your journey back as you circled, returning to the door from which you came.

Quickly scarpering back to the console room, you could see the Master still thinking, his eyebrows furrowed as he tugged at the jacket once more. He really did look like a curious cat, sneering at the problem at hand while also being absolutely fascinated. You carefully made your way towards the Time Lord, letting out a small cough to break him from his focus. Suddenly, his head snapped up towards you, his mess of hair flying backwards as he looked from your smug expression to the plate in your hand, before turning back to your face with a knowing look.

The large triangle of birthday cake, decorated in thick frosting and rainbow sprinkles, sat upon the fine china plate. 

“What are you up to now?”

“You decided to get yourself tied up on my birthday. You’re going to enjoy this slice of cake with me even if I have to feed you it by hand. Now open.”

The Master watched intently as you held the fork to his lips, sending you an unimpressed expression.

“There's nothing on it.” he deadpanned.

“I know that,” you sighed. “Hold it for me while I get myself comfortable.”

The Master rolled his eyes, before opening his lips and taking the fork between his teeth. He looked like those flamenco dancers that would brandish a rose in their mouth while dancing, only slightly less flamboyant. Though the Master definitely was no stranger to flamboyance, if his past regenerations and even more recent plans were anything to go off.

“What on earth are you planning?” he mumbled through gritted teeth, watching you precariously place the plate upon his thigh. His eyes watched with absolute wonder as he saw what you were doing.

Carefully, in front of the Time Lord, you began to tug at the hem of your underwear from beneath the already rather short dressing gown- the pile of clothes you’d rescued him in already sat in a pile in the corner of the room. You slowly shimmied your panties down your legs, his eyes never leaving your body as you purposely drew out your movements. You could tell the Master was fascinated, the way his chest had begun to rise and fall slightly faster than usual. Methodically you teased him, slipping the underwear from your legs and throwing them on to the pile. Your hands then slowly wandered to the Master's knees, the Time Lord taking in a deep breath as you fiddled with the zipper of his trousers, pulling it down to expose his underwear. You took hold of the plate on his thigh before it toppled, using your other hand to pull down the waistband of the Masters underwear, carefully freeing the Masters hardening cock. You could hear him let out a low, guttural groan behind the fork.

Without breaking his gaze you straddled over his thighs, pushing your body against his own as you sank yourself down to sit on his now firm cock. You gasped softly as you felt him inside you, the Masters left eye practically twitching as he bit down on the fork in his mouth. You rocked backwards and forwards a couple times, settling yourself down in his lap, before you brought the plate to sit between your chest and his own. Soon after, you finally reached to pull the fork from between his teeth. The Master was staring at you, wordlessly, lightly panting for breath as you smiled oh so innocently.

“There,” you teased. “Much comfier.”

The Master was working his way towards catching his breath.

“You know… if you were anybody else… I'd kill you for this.”

You laughed lightly, measuring out the size of the first bite with the prongs of the fork.

“Good. Because if anybody else did this to you, I'd kill them as well. You’re my husband after all.”

“You’re getting far too cheeky, love. I think you need reminding who's in charge here.”

You leant forwards in the Masters lap, purposely shifting your hips. You couldn't help but smile at the involuntary gasp he gave.

“What are you going to do, Master? Spank me? With what hands?”

The Master met your gaze, matching your expression. Your faces were mere inches away from each others, your eyes daring each other to make the next move.

“You’re in so much trouble after this.”

“You can't punish the birthday girl, Master. That's just plain old rude.”

The Master chuckled fondly.

“Forgive me for misplacing my manners, dearest. I must’ve left them with my hands.”

“Apology accepted.”

You nipped at the end of his nose with your teeth, before giggling cheekily and leaning in for a kiss. The Master, in all his superiority and domination, couldn't help but kiss back. He always failed to stay fully angry at you. Your noses brushed together as you stole a kiss from each other's mouths, the pair of you dissolving into quiet laughter once you parted. 

“Let me have this moment, Master. Please.”

The Master pondered for a moment, tilting his head dramatically to the side and watching your hopeful expression blossom onto your face. He huffed out a sigh, looking up at you with another defeated expression. Only this one was full of genuine fondness.

“Fine.” he sighed finally. “Because it's your birthday.”

Your smile was absolutely beaming. You pulled the end chunk of cake onto the fork, holding it up to the Masters mouth. The frosting was almost dripping back onto the plate from the fluffy, bite sized piece. He parted his lips, waiting for you to place the cake into his mouth.

“Say please, Master.”

“Don't push it, Y/n.”

You simply shrugged in return, before placing the cake into the Master's mouth. As he chewed you gently began to circle your hips, lightly moving atop his cock, generating a small amount of friction. The Master gave a quiet moan, letting his eyes flutter shut as the cake melted on his tongue. He licked at his lips, catching the small trail of frosting and sprinkles that had remained on his lips.

“How is it?” you purred softly.

The Master smacked his lips together, before giving a lazy smile.

“I’m enjoying myself more than I anticipated.”

“Poor Master, did you think I was going to torture you?”

The Master chuckled as you offered him another piece of cake, parting his lips and watching you intently as you teasingly pulled the fork slowly from his mouth. You continued to twist and circle your hips, the Master's eyes watching you almost hypnotically. You could feel a hot flush begin to creep up your face, the apples of your cheeks blushing a sweet red as your shoulders began to relax. The Master smirked, watching you break off another chunk of the sprinkle covered cake. Only this time you placed it into your own mouth.

You could see why the Master reacted so positively. The flavours swirled and collided in your mouth, your taste buds exploding with sensory pleasure. Your hips swivelled and rocked, much like clockwork, as you rolled your head over your shoulders and gave a deep moan of pleasure.

“Shit, that's a good cake.” you admitted, fluttering open your eyes. The Master was licking his lips, hands lightly tugging on the straightjacket as you licked the frosting from your teeth.

“It's almost as nice as our first wedding cake.”

“Go on, take another bite.”

Weakly, you nodded, breaking off another chunk with the fork and placing it on your tongue. The ‘yes Master’ you gave was almost a whisper.

You did the same for your husband, feeding him another chunk of the cake while continuously building a rhythm of motion atop his cock. The Master was groaning, harder than before, a light sweat beginning to form on his brow. He couldn't help but notice how much closer you’d pressed yourself to his torso, the cake almost sliding from the plate that was now practically diagonal against your chest.

“Y’know, it's not the first time I've worn something like this.” the Master admitted between mouthfuls.

“Seriously?” your voice was almost lost behind a moan.

“White straightjacket, red collar, I think they- fuck- chose something from my personal history to cage me in.”

The Master was now beginning to thrust his hips up against yours, jostling your rhythm and causing you to give a shocked gasp of pleasure. The plate almost fell from your chest, barely being caught by your spare hand and the edge of the fork.

“Master, yes-”

You bit your bottom lip to suppress the guttural moan you wanted to give. The sweetness of the cake mixed with the burning deep in your belly was causing your senses to go into overdrive. The Master was methodical, thrusting up as best he could with the top of his body tied in place. His movements were sending chills shooting up your spine, knowing exactly how to make you gasp for breath and beg for more. He always knew exactly what you desired, his body and mind instinctively understanding every primal desire you had. Maybe you were just obvious. Or perhaps he was more sentimental than he let on.

Soon the once imposing slice of cake was nothing more than a single section. Crumbs and sprinkles poked from the corners of your mouth and onto your lips, the Master's teeth gnashing upwards in a bid to lick them away. Your speed and ferocity had increased to the point where you needed to stabilize yourself atop the Masters thrusting cock. Both of you had begun to sweat. Something needed to give.

“Master, I need, fuck-”

“I swear to god, let me taste you.”

The Master was panting like an animal.

“The plate-”

“Fuck the plate. I’ll buy you as many as you want. Come here, do as you’re told.”

You gave an inhumane snarl as the fork clattered to the floor, your fingers grasping hold of the last square of cake. Frosting oozed down your fingers as you relented your grip on the plate, the small black plate crashing down onto the hard wood and shattering into thousands of shards. The Master opened wide as you bucked your hips, your fingers pushing the cake firmly against his mouth. Sprinkles and crumbs smeared over the Masters lips as you abandoned all inhibition, your own mouth diving in to follow as your lips crashed together in an animalistic kiss. Teeth and tongues slashed and battled for control as the sweet concoction oozed down your throats, the taste of the frosting melting into the taste of each others mouths.

Crumbs and sticky decoration stained the clean white straightjacket as your fingers clasped hold of the Masters shoulders, your forehead pushing against his as he snarled into the kiss. Your hips thrusted furiously against his own, the pair of you rising and falling against the back of the chair as you begged for friction and every sensation you were willing to share. Your fingers fisted into the back of the Master's hair, the other hand stroking down his back and running over the intricate set of time locks that connected the jacket together in an intricate lattice of latches. You tugged on them as you went, growing deeper into the kiss as you bounced yourself up and down in the Masters lap. 

You could feel yourself getting close to the precipice of satisfaction, the Master's teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his tongue licked over the mess. Your noses pushed together as you hissed in delight, your body clamouring for release as you whined pathetically in his ear.

“Master, so close” you begged, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth.

The Master snapped his teeth together, pushing his forehead against his own.

“Don't you dare cum” he barked, groaning as you licked down the side of his face.

“Please, please I can't-”

“Listen to your Master” he growled in your ear. As if that would do anything but make it worse.

The Master continued to thrust and groan, his face flush almost as red as his collar as he edged you closer and closer to release. You struggled to even control your mouth, groans and cries of pleasure escaping your throat as you completely fell apart in the Masters lap. Everything was building up inside of you, your body absolutely ready to feel the warm wave of release course through your very being. All you were waiting on was the Masters word.

And then it finally arrived.

“Cum”

You felt your whole body ricochet from the sudden release of pressure. Your scream was painfully desperate as you felt yourself fold into nothingness in the Masters lap. You gave in completely, the warmth spreading through your entire body as you climaxed hard and fast upon the Masters still hard cock. Tears were mixing with the streaming sweat as you slumped forward against the Master's chest, the Time Lord chuckling as your exhausted eyes fluttered shut on impact. You were about to sleepily flirt, much like usual, sweetening the already malleable Master with your flattering words and praises, when a loud bang sent your eyes flying wide open.

One by one, the time locks that ran up the Masters spine unclasped and plummeted down to the floor, collecting in a heap as they slid through the back of the chair. You picked your head up to look at the Master, sweat dripping from his brow and sprinkles caught in his stubble, watching as the Time Lords face slowly began to spread into a dangerous grin. You felt a chill go down your spine as he slowly began to unfold his arms, forcing you to sit up in his lap, supporting yourself by pushing down on his thighs.

“Well then”

The Master purred, pulling his arms free from their clasps. His fingers wriggled within the triangle shaped tip of the sleeve, his hands reaching up to slickly unclasp the thick red collar from around his neck. It fell to the floor, joining the locks, fork, and what was left of the plate. He looked down at you with a typical, Masterful, Cheshire cat grin.

“Would you look at that?”

Instinctively you gulped, looking up at the Master as he lifted your chin with his cloth covered fingers.

“Now I don't know about you, love, but I've noticed you’ve been getting a little bit too cheeky for my liking.”

At best, you sent him a weak smile. You knew what was about to happen.

“And I have hands now. Lucky, lucky you.”

“I'm guessing you’re going to punish me now, aren't you Master?”

The Master shushed you, tutting as he shook his head. He still clasped your chin in his hand.

“You said it yourself, dear. I can't punish the birthday girl. But I can encourage her to help me get the release I so lovingly provided for her. It's only fair, after all. If there happens to be a lesson or two learned in the process? Call that an added bonus.”

You chuckled weakly as the Master guided you to stand, supporting your still twitching hips as you sent him a wry smile.

“Y’know Master, there's a phrase we have on earth. You can't have your cake and eat it too.”

The Master tilted his head, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape as he crooked an eyebrow. It soon melted away into a gentle smile, his fingers tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, my love.” he grinned, a chuckle building in his throat as he pecked the top of your forehead.

“I just did.”

All of a sudden you felt yourself being lifted into the air, the impact of the Masters shoulder against your stomach knocking the wind out of your system. He barked out a proud laugh as he raised a hand to spank your already reddened ass, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your hip as you gave a surprised yelp.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” he cried, laughing as he carried you towards the bedroom, where god knows what painful pleasure awaited you.

“I hope the birthday girl has room for seconds!”

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[jakka-ningen]

Welcome to the third post in the "jakka-ningen reads Zeta Gundam Define" series, in which I learn that it takes many, many words to describe a battle action. Many more words than it takes to summarize dialogue, alas. Settle in for a long journey, as Raira's arc comes to a close and Kamille says goodbye to his parents.

We open up on the Titans beginning their next assault. Raira Raira tells Jerid that he should check, in all directions, for the enemy's killing intent. He understands what she means in theory, but thinks that fully comprehending it might be more difficult. "At any rate, let's try it."

Meanwhile, back on the Argama, Bright, Char, and Blex are discussing battle tactics. Blex is a little hesitant to keep sending a 17 year old out with their newest, shiniest weapon. Char says that it'll be fine; they have two Mk-IIs, anyway, and Kamille isn't a bad pilot.

That being said, Blex wonders if it wouldn't be better to hold off on using him as a pilot. After all, Char thinks he's a natural talent, so it might be better not to put him in harm's way until they start fighting more important battles later on.

Char: Sorry to contradict you, Junshou, but the AEUG would be in a bind if we put off using Kamille as a core pilot until we reach a decisive battle against the Titans. And if he were to be defeated during one of these early battles, that would just mean he wasn't as talented as we thought.

Blex: You're a ruthless man, Quattro-taii.

Char: I'd do anything within my power to win a battle.

Bright: You're exceedingly practical, aren't you, Taii.

I mean, I guess that's one word for it.

Char: Training is, in the end, just training. The truly excellent soldiers are the ones who come back from actual battles alive. That's just my pet theory, though.

Bright: I mean, back then, knowing that Zeon's Red Comet was laying in wait, I sent Amuro, who was a complete novice, out to fight. From that perspective, I can't find fault in what Taii is saying. 

Bright, just because you have PTSD, doesn't mean you can wash your hands of responsibility and pass it forward to the next generation, lol. 

As Blex reluctantly gives in to the combined opinions of his staff, the comms call Bright to the bridge. The Titans' MS squadron is on its way. 

We get a series of panels showing the revolving segments of the Argama pulling into its hull as it enters "battle mode." I don't know if the anime ever went into this, but those revolve-y bits are the living quarters, and their revolution is what allows for inertial gravity in those areas.

We cut to the locker room, where Kamille is putting on the pilot suit he's borrowing from Reccoa. Fa bursts in and begs him to stop doing such dangerous things. Kamille explains that he's fighting to protect the Argama itself, and that if it sinks, they'll all die anyway. "I'm doing this to protect you, too Yuiri."

Sometimes I feel like Kitazume is directly criticizing Amuro through these Kamille lines... (lol)

We cut to the bridge, where we're told that the enemy MS should arrive in about seven minutes. Blex suggests that they might be able to run, but Bright informs him that trying to navigate around obstacles while enemy MS are incoming is basically a suicide mission.

After asking how many units are on their way, we find out that the Argama is outgunned six to four, even if they include Kamille in that count. Bright asks Quattro if they'll be able to protect the ship, and he says, "There's nothing to be done except to do it." 

Char: Except... there is one unit amongst them that shouldn't be underestimated.

Blex: Then aim to shoot down the other five, not the one strong unit. If we do that, they'll pull out.

Bright: 😕

Char: Yeah, probably. 

Master tacticians, these guys.

We get another proud older brother Char moment when he sends a comm to Kamille to get ready for combat, only to find that the kid is already suited up and sitting in the cockpit, ready to go.

Raira Raira tells her team that the AEUG only has one member who can pilot the Mk-II, and three other suits with unknown specifications. She tells the rest of her squadron to pull the AEUG's pilots away from the Argama so that she and Jerid can get in close and attack the ship directly.

Before they proceed, she warns Jerid that, whatever he does, he mustn't engage the red machine by himself. He agrees, saying, "This time, I'll follow your orders to the letter, Taii. I promise."

Jerid seems a bit like a kid himself here, and I almost think he's a little cute.

When we return to the Argama, Kamille excitedly asks for battle instructions from Char, which astonishes and amuses Apolly and Roberto. I suppose, from their perspective, Kamille looks more like a kid who's getting ready for a field trip than a soldier about to go into battle.

Char goes over their objectives, but Kamille gets distracted halfway through. "That woman is coming...!"

But when Char asks him what he's talking about, Kamille says that it's nothing, then confirms that his job is to keep the enemy MS away from the ship. Char looks at him suspiciously, but confirms his orders and doesn't pry further into Kamille's earlier behavior.

Back on the bridge, Saegusa is in the unfavorable position of telling Bright that they've lost sight of two of the enemy MS. Bright relays the information on to Char, who tells Roberto and Apolly that the remaining four are likely a diversion, so they should be careful not to fall into a trap.

Noting that the Galbaldy with their ace isn't among the four visible machines, Char wonders where the remaining two plan to attack from, and thinks to himself that he mustn't underestimate them.

Meanwhile, Raira and Jerid discuss their plans to sink the Argama from behind nearby (dummy?) asteroids. Raira intends to cut into the ongoing battle between the other suits and disperse them so that Jerid can target the Argama's engines. Jerid thinks this is reckless, but remembers that he's promised to go along with Raira's orders for now.

Char contacts Bright and tells him that he intends to make it look like they've fallen for the enemy's plan and put some distance between themselves and the ship. Bright asks if he should target them with the ship's machine guns once they've been rounded up, and Char responds that Bright is living up to his reputation as the former captain of the White Base. (lol)

They manage to take out one machine with this plan, and Roberto cutely asks Apolly if he wouldn't mind bagging another while they're at it. (lol) Apolly pulls that request off immediately, bringing the total count down to 4v4.

Just then, Raira engages Kamille, who recognizes her instantly. What's more interesting is that Raira also recognizes Kamille. I guess her earlier comments about sensing the killing intent of her enemies wasn't for nothing; she's got some Newtype stuff going on, herself!

Apparently this is a new thing for her, and at first she chalks it up to never having faced an enemy she had previously met outside of battle before. But she quickly realizes that there's more to it than that.

Kamille brings his machine into contact with hers, confirming through skin-talk that it really is her, asking her why she's come to fight him, even though she spared his life last time. Meanwhile, Jerid is confused as to why she hasn't shot the Mk-II down yet.

Char notices the Mk-II and Galbaldy are in close contact, and realizes that he can't shoot down the Galbaldy without also hitting Kamille. He asks Roberto and Apolly to support Kamille while he takes on the two remaining visible units.

Meanwhile, Kamille is being naive.

Raira: It is you, after all! Why are you piloting the Mk-II?!

Kamille: I'm Kamille Bidan, a member of the AEUG. You understand that the ones who are really in the wrong aren't the AEUG, but the Titans, don't you? That's why you let me go last time, isn't it?

Raira: That's nonsense! The AEUG are criminals. There's no way I'd acknowledge (the legitimacy of) a group like that!

Kamille: The AEUG had no choice other than to stage an armed uprising against the Titans, who were using their military might to oppress the Spacenoids! You should be more than capable of understanding which of the two forces must be defeated!

Raira: Shut up! I don't have time for the babbling of a child!

I guess Raira still has her comms line open to Jerid, because not only does Kamille hear her; Jerid does, too. He realizes she's talking to the Mk-II's pilot, and asks her why she isn't attacking him. He specifically asks if Raira is holding back because she's trying to capture the Mk-II unscathed for his sake. "If that's the case, it's fine; just attack it!"

Raira responds that this is a personal matter and doesn't concern him. She tells him to continue on with the previously planned attack without her and cuts the line.

Kamille, having heard her say Jerid's name, figures out that he must be nearby. As Jerid runs off to complete his mission, Kamille relays his hunch about Jerid's whereabouts to a concerned Char.

Char: I'll leave (the Galbaldy) to you, but make sure you shoot it down! Got it?!

Of course, he doesn't "got it." Kamille continues to try to bargain with Raira.

Kamille: Please! Look into your heart!

(No, like, seriously. This kid is one sentence away from "Search your feelings; you know it to be true.")

Raira, whose sunvisor is blacked out, obscuring her face: I'm an officer in the regular Earth Federation armed forces! I have a duty I must fulfill, and I'm fighting in order to execute my mission!!

Kamille: Don't lie to yourself! Please! Join me and fight for actual justice!

Raira: I'm not about to listen to some know-it-all kid!!

While they're having this heart-to-heart, Char has caught up to Jerid. Remembering that Raira told him to, on no account, fight that red MS one-on-one, Jerid retreats, as Char gives pursuit.

Going back to Kamille and Raira, she's raised her visor for the sole purpose of massaging away a headache. I'm guessing Kamille's pressure is a bit difficult for a first-timer to deal with.

Kamille: Why won't you try to understand? If we can't understand one another, I've got no choice but to open fire on you!!

Raira: Then shoot! You and I are enemies. From the beginning, there was no way we could have understood one another!!

She then kicks the Mk-II right in the crotch. (lol)

As she's disengaging, Raira yells at herself that, as a member of the EFF, she can't allow herself to be swayed by the sentiments of some kid. But, thinking back on his words about "which of the two forces must be defeated," she has a sudden realization.

Raira, thinking: If we were both Newtypes, would we have been able to understand one another? I see... It's because I'm an Oldtype... Was I too slow in realizing it? Was that... what it was...?

Raira, yelling at herself: Still... Right here, right now, I have comrades and subordinates that I can't betray. There's nothing else I can do right now!

She then records a message for Jerid, although we don't get to see what she says.

While Kamille looks on, horrified, Raira targets the Argama's bridge, knowing that the AEUG's officers should be assembled there. Something stops her from firing, and she ends up shooting the ship's side, instead. 

Screaming, "How could you do this, even though you do understand?!" Kamille shoots her down. Jerid sees the whole thing, and is understandably distraught. As he gets the order to retreat, we see on his MS dashboard display that he's received Raira' message, although he doesn't pay it any attention at the moment.

Back on the Bosnia, Jamaican tells Jerid that, considering the number of casualties versus the actual results, Jerid should have led the MS squadron instead of Raira. Jerid disagrees, stating that they were only able to succeed in taking out one of the Argama's main engines because of Raira's guidance.

Jamaican then orders Jerid to meet up with the Alexandria for further orders. After the call is cut, Jerid frustratedly flings his helmet across the room, seething that Jamaican could be so cold when, "he doesn't even know (what happened out there)!"

Over on the Argama, Kamille is getting his first "correction," at the hands of disappointed big brother Char.

Char: Your orders were to protect the Argama! Why didn't you shoot down the Galbaldy that was openly targeting the Argama before your very eyes? If you look down on your enemies like that, you'll be the one to lose your life!!

Kamille: I wasn't looking down on her. She was an excellent pilot.

Char: Are you saying you were overwhelmed?

Kamille: No! You had said that the AEUG is short on pilots, so I thought that I could persuade her to join our side. She also distrusted the Titans, so...

Char: You were certain about that?

Kamille: Yes. I just felt it...

Char: One wrong move, and the Argama could have been sunk! Next time, you must obey your orders! Do you understand, Kamille?!

Kamille: ...Yes, Taii. 

We cut from Kamille's bruised face to Char and Reccoa sitting on either side of a bed in one of their quarters. I'm guessing it's Char's, since I don't see a bunch of houseplants.

Reccoa: You went a little hard on him. If you treat Kamille like that he'll...

Char: Are you feeling sorry for him? I'm very much aware that he's in a rough state. During that short battle, he was able to sense his opponent to that extent... His Newtype potential may be far beyond what I'd imagined.

Reccoa: Then, why...?

Char: He's too sensitive. Thankfully, this time his opponent really was able to be reasoned with, like Kamille said. That's why the situation was salvageable.

Reccoa: Then shouldn't you acknowledge that the way he went about things was correct?

Char: If his opponent had been someone else, we might have faced the worst possible outcome. Kamille's ability with the mobile suits is excellent. What he's lacking is cool-headedness. I can't be the bad cop here...

Reccoa: So you want me to be the good cop?

Char: Would you do that for me?

Reccoa: I can do that. But I have one condition. You've gotta be the good cop for me, Taii.

And then they kiss!

So, I used good cop/bad cop here, but the actual words are candy and whip, which is apparently the ideom closest to "carrot and stick" in Japanese. She actually asks him to give her some candy, too, which I think is a bit sexier and less "weird-roleplay," lol.

Over on the Alexandria, Jerid is turning his Hizack over to the mechanics, when one of them notices that he's received a message. Jerid goes to listen to it, and we finally find out what Raira wanted to tell him before she got herself blown up.

Raira: Jerid, listen. It was too late by the time I realized it. I don't want you to repeat the same mistakes I've made. Listen to your own heart, Jerid. I'm sorry I can't keep my promise to share that drink with you.

Jerid doesn't understand what she meant. "I didn't even have the chance to learn from you in the first place...!" He folds in on himself as if he's about to cry, but Kakricorn interrupts his introspection and asks him over to his room for a drink.

Back in Kakricorn's room, they have that age old argument over whether alcohol tastes better in a glass bottle or a can space-safe juice box. Kakricorn apparently brought out the good stuff for their reunion, unlike "that cheap swill you (Jerid) drink."

After Kakricorn asks what's got Jerid so depressed, he admits that he just lost someone important to him, so he's not feeling the party spirit. Kakricorn asks him if they were dating, and Jerid temporarily enters "dere mode," denying it with a flustered expression.

New light novel just dropped: My Most Disliked Gundam Villain Can't Possibly be this Cute.

Anyway, Jerid explains that Raira was going to teach him more about piloting MS in space, as she was incredibly talented. "Even you wouldn't stand a chance against her, Kakricorn."

(As an aside, characters who are sympathetic to Spacenoids use a different word for "space" than those who are not. This difference wasn't transferred over to any official English version of Gundam, so it's not noticeable unless you're watching/reading in Japanese. Our main cast calls space "the sky," whereas most Earthlings call it the normal word for "space." Jerid uses the normal word.)

Kakricorn notes that the AEUG must be impressive, if they were able to take down such a good pilot. Jerid swears that, now that he'll be in charge of some MS squadrons, he'll fight his battles in honor of Raira.

Kakricorn: Hate to burst your bubble, Jerid, but the next mission is gonna be led by that honor student, the Princess.

Jerid: Princess?!

It seems that Jerid is completely out of the loop on the gossip scene within the Titans, and has no idea they're talking about Emma. I hope he momentarily thinks a real royal has joined Titans and is temporarily excited.

After a brief explanation, Jerid questions the reasoning behind this nickname.

Jerid: Why is Emma-chuui called "the Princess," anyway?

Kakricorn: You don't know? Tell me, how did end up joining Titans?

Jerid: I got a letter of recommendation from my unit commander and took the enlistment test, like we were told to do when Jamitov Hymem put out the notification saying he was going to select new entrants... How was it for you guys?

Kakricorn: The commanding officer who was supposed to write my letter of recommendation was killed while fighting some Zeon remnants, so I was left without the papers I needed. I also failed the entrance test three times. On my fourth time I finally got my hands on this here emblem.

During my third attempt, I wasn't convinced that the guys I saw getting accepted weren't actually inferior to me...

Jerid: So what did you do? Don't tell me you asked Mauricio-shousa's secretary for...

Kakricorn: Well, to put it bluntly, yeah, I did. I asked Amelia to show me some top secret information.

Jerid: If somebody found out about it, the consequences wouldn't have ended with you failing the test, you know.

Kakricorn: Forget about that part. It's all in the past. Anyway, it was then that I saw it. Emma-chuui was recommended into the Titans by the higher ups.

Jerid: So she didn't volunteer? She was specially selected...

Kakricorn: You get it? Unlike us, she's special! I also found out about a real idiot who was specially selected and then turned down the position...

So that's his damage with both Emma and Bright! Also, Kakricorn may not be good at written exams, but he makes an excellent Mean Girl. He must've spread rumors amongst the other Titans himself as a smokescreen so he could talk smack openly without everyone knowing it was him who obtained and leaked the information in the first place.

Anyway, speaking of the guy who was specially selected and then turned down the position, we cut back to Bright who's discussing the enemy's whereabouts. It looks like both the Alexandria and the Bosnia, as well as the fleet from Luna II, are all on the horizon.

Henken, who is actually still on the Argama (I guess they haven't met up with the Radish yet?) points out that, with their engine damage, they can't very well run away. After some back and forth amongst the bridge crew, Char notes that there's not much they can do except wait to see what Bask has planned.

Over on the Alexandria, Emma and crew are getting their orders from Jamaican. This scene is more or less identical to its counterpart in the anime; it's the lead up to the mission that gets Kamille's mom killed. They think the capsule is a bomb; the details of their individual mission objectives are written on papers they're ordered to open up once the operation is actually underway.

We return to the Argama, where, after picking up movements from the Titans' MS squadron, Bright gives the order for all hands to don their normal suits and stand ready at level two battle stations.

Fa runs over to Kamille, and he scolds her for not yet having changed into a suit. He tells her to get changed and head back to her room, but she says she's scared to be alone, knowing that Bask has come.

Kamille says he'd like to stay with her, but obviously can't do that. She replies that just seeing his face has calmed her down a bit and sees him off with a smile.

...I miss the "recreation" scenes where they bicker, not being honest at all about their feelings. I told a friend that I think Kitazume probably had too happy of a childhood to write teens in crisis and she laughed at me. But I don't think I'm wrong, lol.

Emma comes over in a Mk-II, carrying a white flag. Char notes that, whatever Bask may be planning, at least this should buy them some time. He then orders Apolly and Roberto to stand by in their Rick Dias-es and tells Astionage to make sure his machine is ready at a moment's notice.

As Emma lands aboard the Argama, we see that she's brought Kakricorn with her. He's staying inside the cockpit of his Hizack without disembarking.

Opening his own written orders, he reacts with astonishment. Looking upset, but resigned, he says to himself, "No! It doesn't matter what I'm ordered; I've got to see it through. There's no other path for me."

Emma informs her welcome team that she's got a handwritten note from Bask himself that she needs to deliver. She warns that anyone who approaches her Mk-II will have to deal with the Hizack who's come along with her.

We get the same scene as the anime, where Emma walks through the halls with Char as the ship's crew discuss whether or not she's a fanatic. Kamille feels an awful sensation, but doesn't think it's coming from Emma.

As they pass Kamille, Char turns and tells him to go wait in his room. I guess they aren't planning on having him sortie this time.

Emma hands the note over to Blex, who is significantly more emotive about how disgusting its contents are than I remember him being in the anime. The dialogue seems identical, however.

The note tells them that, should they not hand over the two Mk-II units and Kamille Bidan, they'll kill Kamille's parents. Emma didn't know about the note's contents and doesn't believe Bask would do such a thing, but the proof is in the pudding.

Blex: Titans is a private militia!

Emma: I may be a member of Titans, but I have no recollection of joining Bask's private militia!

Blex: It's not Bask's; it goes higher up than that. It's the private army of those whose souls are weighed down by Earth's gravity!

He said the thing! (lol)

Char proposes that this might be nothing more than a threat, but Bright argues that Bask is the sort of man to actually follow through on something like that.

Blex gets a little hotheaded for a moment and suggests they blow up the Hizack that escorted Emma, and let that be their answer. Char disagrees, although Bright also seems ready to throw down.

A comm from the bridge interrupts their discussion to tell them that they've picked up on a capsule floating in space.

As we get a look at the capsule, the manga changes focus to Jerid, whose job is to shoot the thing down if the AEUG try to capture it. As in the anime, he's under the impression that it's a bomb, from details in an earlier conversation.

Back in Kamille's room, our boy hero is trying to allay his feelings of foreboding by obsessively checking every external ship camera he can access.

He notices something light-colored and irregular attached below the backpack on Emma's Mk-II and, since he can't get a better look with the camera, decides to bring it to the bridge crew's attention. I guess he doesn't have access to comms, because he runs off rather than calling them.

Blex, Bright, Char, and Emma have already moved from their conference room to the bridge, where they're observing the capsule on a large monitor. Unlike the one in anime, this capsule has two chambers, and each chamber contains one of Kamille's parents. I suppose "worst dad ever, Franklin Bidan" won't get a chance to show his true colors in this adaptation, lol.

Emma's immediate reaction is to claim that it's a "holography," which is different from the word in the anime's Japanese script ("holoscope") and is still not the word that's used in every translation ("hologram").

Why do I know this detail? It's a mystery. (Mystery solved; I'm a nerd with a weirdly specific memory for conversations.)

After they confirm that those are, in fact, real people in there, Kamille bursts in to explain about the suspicious thing stuck to the back of the Hizack. They confirm that it is, indeed, suspicious.

Char: So that's the source of this uncomfortable sensation I've been feeling all this time.

You know, Kamille actually checks on his Newtype hunches, Lieutenant. You could try at least alerting someone that your spider senses are tingling instead of just shrugging it off, lol.

Char and Kamille suppose that it's probably a bomb. Emma, again, presses X to doubt. Everyone gets a bit up in arms about the situation, and then Kamille notices the monitor that's still showing his parents floating in a glass case in the empty void of space.

This, predicably, sends Kamille running off to the MS hanger. Char runs after him, yelling back to Bright to take care of things for him.

We cut to Kakricorn steeling his resolve for this mission. His orders specify that, should Emma not return within 10 minutes, he is to arm a remote detonator for the bomb that's connected to the body of her Mk-II, then steal one of the AEUG's suits and use it to escape. "I do feel bad using Emma as a human sacrifice, but... Well, next time it could be me on the line! I'll do it!"

What great logic. "I might also be betrayed by my organization someday, so today I'll be the betrayer!"

Noticing confusion amongst the AEUG's crew within the hangar, Kakricorn activates the timer on the bomb and flies in towards Char's Rick Dias, which has been on standby orders, and is therefore ready to go. A mechanic spots him and gets shot in the arm for his efforts.

Apolly and Roberto realize what's going on, but are too slow in reacting, and end up getting sprayed with vulcan fire as Kakricorn exits the hangar.

Bright reacts as one might expect to the news.

Kakricorn kicks his discarded Hizack into the void of space to prevent the AEUG from being able to use it immediately, then runs off towards his allies. I suppose it's very easy to change frequency modulation on the comms, because he's able to tell one of his comrades not to fire on him as he flies past.

Bright radios over to Char's normal suit helmet, letting him know that his MS has been stolen. Char realizes that the Hizack pilot must have intended this all along. He's fallen into a trap! In response, he falls into another one by radioing Astionage to ready the Mk-II within earshot of Kamille.

Bright tells Apolly to back up the AEUG's Mk-II in its pursuit of the stolen Rick Dias. He also tells Roberto to help the mechanics do something about the other Mk-II, which is still set to blow up.

Apolly comes across the same Titans grunt Kakricorn communicated with earlier, who mistakenly thinks Apolly's Rick Dias might be piloted by Emma. Apolly shoots him down while he's confused.

While this is going on, the mechanics disconnect the bomb from Emma's Mk-II and Roberto flings it away from the ship just in the nick of time. It explodes harmlessly some distance from the Argama.

Seeing this, Kakricorn is at the same time aggravated that the bomb didn't damage the Argama and relieved that he didn't cause Emma to die. He's also incredibly impressed with the Rick Dias' maneuverability, saying that it feels like an extension of his own body.

He's quick to note that, as someone who isn't yet used to the Rick Dias, any of the AEUG's pilots are bound to have an advantage over him if they fight, so he's got to focus completely on retreating with the machine and just getting it back to the Titans in one piece.

Back on the Argama, Kamille determinedly steals the Mk-II, even as Char is yelling at him to cut it out. When Char calls the bridge to alert them of what's going on, Emma suggests that she could take her Mk-II out immediately to try and retrieve Kamille. Bright wants to agree outright, but first asks Blex's opinion, and Blex tells him that, as captain, it's his call to make, effectively washing his hands of the situation.

Henken tries to argue that they really can't trust Emma, but Bright says that he's seen the kind of person she is, even back when they were both on Green Oasis, and he's prepared to take responsibility if she does betray them.

Emma is cleared to go after Kamille, but just as she runs off, there's another pressing matter for Bright to attend to: the Argama is surrounded on all sides by enemy warships. "Are you telling me that all of this was just to buy them the time to set this up?!"

They've apparently got 15 minutes before the enemy ships get within firing range.

Henken: If we have to take shots from four directions at once, we're basically helpless!

Blex: Damn that Blex! He's prepared to overpower us two or three times over, just to have the last laugh.

Bright checks on the status of the engine repairs, and tells them that, even if it's not completely repaired yet, they need to get the steering system back online "as soon as yesterday!" The mechanics ask for a little time to get it working off of auxiliary power, and Bright tells them to do whatever they need to do, just get it done!

Out in space, Kakricorn reunites with Jerid, and Kamille closes in on the capsule with his parents inside. Jerid makes the same mistake the other Titans member did, initially confusing Kamille's Mk-II with Emma's. Upon a closer inspection of the number painted on its body, he confirms that it's not Emma, then fires on the capsule, which he thinks will trigger an explosion to destroy the stolen Mk-II.

However, of course, that's not what happens. Unlike the anime, we have a mini-montage of Kamille's happy memories with his parents as he takes in the fact that they've just been needlessly killed.

Jerid feels a sense of foreboding after shooting the capsule that goes beyond the fact that it didn't explode as he thought it would. Feeling Kamille's rage, he wonders if this is the power that took down Raira.

Kakricorn gets behind Kamille and restrains him. Kamille hears him radio Jerid through skin-talk and confirms it's not Char who's piloting the red Rick Dias.

Remembering his previous conversation with Char about the Rick Dias' specs, Kamille figures that he's got to attack while his opponent isn't moving, because he'll easily escape otherwise.

He somehow manages to stab the Rick Dias in the left shoulder joint while being restrained, which causes Kakricorn to back off. "If I can't take (the Rick Dias) back (to the Alexandria) with me, I'll fight to the point of destroying it!!"

Kakricorn manages to locate his own beam saber and engages Kamille.

Jerid yells at Kakricorn to disengage; warning him that there's no way he can back him up in close-quarters fighting. Meanwhile, Kamille, tears still clinging to his eyelashes, thinks to himself that he must shoot down this opponent this time. Kakricorn is too strong; Kamille will fall himself if he doesn't take him out.

As Kamille's beam saber pierces the Rick Dias' cockpit, Kakricorn's last thoughts are of Amelia, the secretary who had been very nice to him so far. (lol)

Jerid is enraged at having lost both Raira and Kakricorn to the same pilot, and swears vengeance. However, before things can heat up any further, Emma shows up and tries to reason with him. "No matter what you do now, you can't bring your parents back."

Kamille finally lets the tears fall from his eyes as Emma tells Jerid to disengage; the fight is over. However, unlike the anime version of this scene, she means "I'm leaving with this kid," rather than "let's take this kid back to the Alexandria."

Emma: There are no longer any MS within this airspace that you could consider your allies.

Jerid: You can't possibly mean that you're changing sides?!

Emma: It's not as simple as that, but... I've come to realize that I can't follow Bask-taisa any longer.

Jerid: You're saying you're betraying us?! You're betraying Titans?!

Emma: It would suit me fine if you go back and report exactly that.

As Apolly joins Emma and Kamille, Jerid realizes he has no chance in a 3v1 skirmish and retreats.

Back on the Argama, Bright gets word that the temporary engine repairs have been completed, and gives the order to retreat as soon as the pilots return from battle.

Meanwhile, Bask and Jamaican are discussing the failed mission. Bask tells Jamaican that he needs to impress upon Jamitov the sheer strength of the AEUG, or risk losing Jamitov's trust. For the moment, he's headed back to Gryps on the Brunei. He leaves Jamaican in charge of the Alexandria and tells him to sink the Argama.

Jamaican tries to argue that the Argama is already retreating, but Bask angrily demands he figure something out. "They're limited in where they can go!"

Back on team AEUG, the three pilots arrive back at the MS hangar, and Reccoa immediately goes to comfort the freshly-orphaned Kamille.

Char pulls Emma aside and tells her that, for the moment they'll need to do an inspection on her, and later have a much longer discussion. She says she's prepared for that, and a crewman escorts her away.

From the hangar's upper levels, Fa looks down helplessly at Kamille and Reccoa, probably feeling like, compared to an adult with more life experience, there's not much she can do to comfort him. Big brother Char glances over at him as well, and the third volume comes to a close.

This volume was full of MS fights! Kitazume did a good job of keeping the action interesting in a still medium. I don't know if my summary did a good job of capturing how breathless the action got in that second battle; every time they started to solve one problem, another one popped up immediately.

On an unrelated note, I had done very minimal research before starting this manga series. I knew that it had begun in 2011 and there were 18 volumes, but I did not know that it is currently ongoing in Monthly Gundam Ace. They're only about halfway through the anime's plot as of the February edition, which means there may end up being about 40 volumes, and it might not finish for another ten years. What have I signed myself up for??

I suppose I will consider this a mistake made due to youth. (lol)

#mobile suit gundam #zeta gundam #zeta gundam define #jakka-ningen summarizes zgd #gundam #zgd volume 3

[nightswithkookmin]

RE JIMIN'S LOVE LANGUAGE

This is in response to questions I've received in my message box following my recent post on Jimin's love language. Ignore this if you've read my main post on this same topic- Or maybe not.

Also, I'm sorry about the Asks. I accidentally turned it off- AGAIN. Thanks for drawing my attention to it. I purple y'all.

What I meant by my last post was that, for us to understandJimin or even the rest of the members' love language, it is important we make a distinction between what is uniquely Jimin/the individual members' love language and what is their culture's or even the established and accepted practices within their group.

And on that, I said skinship is a cultural practice but also one of the group's adopted love languages. It is their way of achieving intimacy and bonding with eachother and as such they do not associate romantic connotations with it.

Thus, when they touch eachother in any way, provocative as it may seem to us, to them there is nothing romantic about it at all. So when Taekook, Jikook, Yoonmin or any of these pairs touch eachother, it is not with romantic intentions.

Why then does Jimlous and Jeonlous exist? For a myriad of reasons other than that skinship is romantic! Lol

I've explained previously, that JK and Jimin's discomfort with each other's skinship with the others often has to do with the lack of boundaries that is inherent in skinship rather than that they are actually jealous or see skinship as romantic. This is often true for Jimin.

With JK, his possessive nature very often amplifies his discomfort with the lack of boundaries but also because, out of the seven, he is the only one that had had a problem accepting and participating in the skinship culture within the group- well, him and Suga. It's taking them some getting used to.

But that wasn't because he was viewing skinship as romantic but rather because he was uncomfortable with affections and the overt expressions of it as is required of skinship.

That's not to say they do not or have not implied romantic intentions with their touches- there is nothing platonic about boners. Lol.

And any skinship that results in a visible sexual tension or arousal can no longer be deemed skinship- it's foreplay.

Jikook does skinship all the time like everyone else in the band, but often too some of those skinship crosses the platonic threshold into sexual foreplay- they ain't slick.

You just have to see the look on Tae's face when he noticed, through the view finder, Jimin caressing JK's thumb to comprehend that not all their touches are mere skinship.

That's one of the differences between Jikook and the other ships; Jikook presents a mutual sexual attraction towards eachother beyond the pubescent hormonal teen frenzy that marked their early formative days- god, those boys were so horny they could hump a tree to death. Bless them.

Mind you, I disregard any sexual innuendos that was present in Jikook's dynamics as well as any other ship's dynamics, if ever there was one, during that hormonal teen period of their lives. It was all something but nothing at the same time. They were all just being horny and gross teenage boys- Hashtag, war of hormones for real for real. Lol

All that that timeline taught me was, Jikook are freaky af and certainly don't see each other as brothers. CERTAINLY.

That being said, for a better understanding of Jimin's love language, a distinction must be made between love language and sexual interest. It will make sense in a bit.

Because Jimin's father is an affectionate person and this is the love language he has taught to Jimin, Jimin interprets any affectionate and kind act as a loving gesture. It is how he gives love, it is how he receives love.

He values kindness and compassion, selflessness, vulnerability, transparency, fairness etc.

Thus to show his love for you he will be kind to you, vulnerable with you, transparent with you, supportive of you and nurturing of you.

We see him being like this with all the members, even the staff and dancers too at times but more so with Tae and JK.

The question then is, how does Jimin receive love? What actions does he interpret as love? Easy, sexual attraction. Hear me out.

You see, because Jimin is a natural nurturer and he sees nurturing as a universal love language that everyone speaks or ought to speak, he requires his romantic love interest to distinguish between their platonic love interest and their romantic love interest.

To fulfill him emotionally, you would have to make him feel special, treat him differently from your friends, and let him know that you want him and only him.

Sexual interest is one way of distinguishing between platonic interests and romantic interests, and it flows from this that he not only requires grand gestures, or special treatment but that you flirt with him as well.

Hence his emphasis on flirting. He likes to flirt. He enjoys it. He's mastered it. He's a fucking pro at it- give him his medal.

Just to be clear, even though flirting is part of his love language, he has also adopted flirting as part of his idol persona and often when he is flirting overtly he is only doing it for the 'fan service.'

But that doesn't mean all of that is fan service. Sometimes it's blatant foreplay as I've explained above and if you can't tell the difference between his foreplay and fanservice- chileee, I can't help you.

I'm still traumatized by that Bon V 4 moment. Sweet Jesus, save me if they should keep this energy up!

It's important, at this point, to note that because Jimin is a nurturer, every decent human being can easily be compatible with him. I have said several times over my blog that Jimin is ship compatible with anyone and everyone- I ain't mad at that.

What it comes down to then is whom he prefers and whom he is choosing to make him happy and to fulfill him. I explained that choice and being able to be in charge of decision making and to make his own decisions is very important to Jimin because on his background.

And when it comes to love, it's no secret who Jimin wants. He wants JK and that's on Periodttt.

I explained that in the early days during Rookie King, he felt he needed to get emotionally closer to JK when he had an opportunity to talk and heal as a group- his personal was important to him.

In that JinJikook VLive when Jin was eating a lollipop in a provocative way he asked him to stop immediately but couldn't, for the love of god, tear his eyes off JK when JK ate his lollipop in a- I can't. Jikook!

Unless he is in his fan service mood or is being his slytherin slash whore of babylon self- bless him, often he would reject any attempt by anyone to flirt with him except JK.

And I keep reiterating this, flirting isn't JK's thing. It's Jimin's thing. The last time JK tried to this flirty- he cried. Lmho

Take that interview where the host moved closer to Jimin in a flirty way for example. Jimin leaned back away from him. In the popular words of Jimin- don't do that.

Then in this airport scene right here, where Suga and Tae tried to protect JM from getting mobbed (if video is missing check bottom of this post. I hate tumblr)

You could see Jimin moving towards JK. Now some may argue he was trying to protect the JK who seemed oblivious to what was going on but I beg to differ.

I just think Jimin was moving towards JK because that's his safe haven. That's the person he feels the most safe with. 'Jk will protect' 'JK is strong.' He felt threatened and his instincts was to fin that person whom he feels would and should protect him- and that person usually isn't very far away.

And no, I'm not being biased. It's just I can't in good conscience theorize and make wild assumptions about Jimin's emotional needs the way I would the other's because unlike the others, Jimin keeps showing us what he wants. Y'all are just not listening.

It is why I said, JK on paper seemed like the last person to meet Jimin's emotional needs. He didn't strike me as the ambitious type or the daring type the way Yoongi presented himself in early days. It is why I shipped Yoonmin or even Vmin.

And even in those ships, I didn't believe they were real. Suga was too emotional closed off and wouldn't

And as I explained, having been denied his ambitions, it's not a stretch to assume, Jimin desires an ambitious partner. One who loves the stage, loves their career.

But I feel, most people including myself underestimated Jungkook. As much as JK may not appear as ambitious career wise, he is one of the most passionate members of group.

His decision to join BTS was driven purely by passion, his decision to start GCF, get a tattoo and every other endeavor he's embarked has been driven purely by his passion. And passion is a variant of ambition.

Jimin pursues his ambitious and JK pursues his passions- they are the same in the same way. And I see why Jimin will tell JK they are one and the same. They are more alike than we think they are.

So yes, Jimin needs an ambitious partner but a passionate partner equally suffices.

What equally suffices is a supportive partner. One willing to sacrifice their ambitions or needs when it comes to it, to accommodate Jimin's needs. Jimin is very competitive in nature and hates to lose, we've been told.

And nobody lets Jimin win the way JK does. Nobody. It's funny, because VMin's dumpling fight took days/weeks to resolve. And Jikook's raining dat fight took a few hours.

What hit me about that tale as told by Jikook was JK going to Jimin to resolve their fight- another instance he let Jimin win. Tae loves Jimin but I don't see him sacrificing his ego and pride the way JK would for Jimin. I don't see any member doing that for Jimin quite frankly.

It is one way I see JK nurturing Jimin. Jk can be hard headed but there is a softness and a tenderness to him that's speaks to Jimin's love language.

I can go on and on about this topic, you know? Lol

Signed,

GOLDY

#jikook #jikooktheories #kookmin real #jikook analysis #kookmin analysis #kookmin #kookmintheories #nightswithkookmin #GOLDY

[muzzleroars]

I know that the purged-Goro ask was going for angst but I can't help but try to think how badly an inhuman entity like Yaldaboath would try to impersonate a master-manipulator like Goro. Like, is he remote controling the body and forgets to maintain it sometimes? Does Yaldy even know how to use a microwave and a shower? Seems like a disaster.

ghghfghj listen yaldabaoth is an absolute unmitigated disaster when it comes to anything human and he could absolutely NOT be permitted to attempt to control a human directly in any capacity. like with this idea, i was more thinking of it as goro can still move, can still talk, can still do anything he needs to in a physical sense, but he doesn’t have the motivation to do anything on his own due to having no thoughts or emotions. akira sort of pulls him along and he goes with him without resistance because it doesn’t matter to him what he does or doesn’t do...and frankly, it’s easier to go along with him just in a physical sense. BUT LIKE...imagine akira getting increasingly upset with this arrangement, so yaldabaoth is like “i can fix this” so he starts...trying to goro. luckily for him, goro is no longer human and so that takes a little bit of the guesswork out of things, but he still has to try to parrot his personality which is just not gonna go lmao yaldabaoth just does not have the nature to comprehend and accurately participate in human conversation, let alone banter - he may be a good manipulator himself, but his style is far away from what goro does. and even in his current state, akira would catch onto this pretty immediately and just get ANGRIER, to which yaldabaoth is like smh can’t make humans happy no matter what i do....ungrateful. like he just doesn’t get why akira wouldn’t be happy now - yaldabaoth knows goro’s heart and personality, he can analyze thoughts and feelings and reproduce them with relative accuracy (and, he will note, he will become better with time and feedback), so how is that displeasing? and i think...akira would try to explain the uniqueness of humans, how they can be spontaneous and no matter how well you know someone, understand them even, they will always do things that surprise you and......no matter what, it’s not the real goro, he’s gone. this would only be a poor imitation and nothing more, like a robot meant to look and act like him, so cold, so soulless, so empty no matter how perfect his responses. but yaldabaoth just can’t understand that, clueless about human sentimentality, and....I JUST KINDA MADE IT ANGSTY AGAIN HUH

#yaldabaoth trying to do this is like a goro bot program sfghfgh #where it analyzing what he's said and synthesizes responses #and to him that's like good enough right??? #and akira eventually just tells him it's not...and he can't get it #so he won't bother explaining it anymore just leave goro alone #and for once maybe yaldabaoth thinks he made an error #p5 #akira kurusu #goro akechi #yaldabaoth #brainwashing tw #bad end #Anonymous

[dreamsister81]

"This is a song about...it's an angry song...life's too short, and too complicated for people behind desks and people behind masks to be ruining other people's lives, initiating force against other people's lives, on the basis of their income, their color, their class, their religious beliefs, whatever..."-Live from Sin-é, July/August, 1993

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“What I want to say with a song like Eternal Life is: if you are someone who thinks you should put your energy into talking other people down and discriminatng, or instlling your racist beliefs in your children or playing sick games with everyone, only to cover up your own lack of self-worth, then–in my mind-you are lost forever. There are so many things in life to focus on. There is so much to learn about existence itself. Why waste your time with all that bullshit? You should try to see people as people and stop fixatng on skin color, status or sexual preference. I get kind of worked up about it, because I see it as the greatest threat of our time. There is a widespread disintegraton, but it offers us unexplored opportunites for growth. From the ashes of chaos, you can rise greater and stronger."-OOR, August, 1994

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He says "Eternal Life" was inspired by anger over "the man that shot Martin Luther King, World War II, slaughter in Guyana and the Manson murders."-Rolling Stone, October 20, 1994

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Eternal Life, instead?

Each of us has sooner or later felt powerless in the face of a madman with a weapon in your house taking away your stuff, or your children, or rapes your wife, or compared to a man in the White House or any other man of power who takes control where you have none and who cares nothing about you, the consequences, what kind of pollution will affect you, and so on. To realize their dreams of power, this person inflicts on you his strength, pain, violence, bloodshed. Because I can't sit in a fucking cafe in the South with my friend Chris because he's black, and someone has to come and break our balls. There are billions of more important things in the world to focus on as human beings, and instead you spend years working to become war masters, to make a war faster and "cleaner" or in a Nazi camp in Portland to teach how to hate different people. They have the balls to shoot with a rifle, but they don't have the balls to raise a child in peace, they don't have to love a person for real, why should I give my life to them? So I say Fuck You. F-U-C-K Y-O-U!!!-Rumore, November, 1994

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"Eternal Life" is just a song...sometimes when you get too smart for yourself you start worrying about things that everybody should be worrying about but nobody worries about and the weight is so overwhelming that you feel rage on a global level. It's the same thing mothers must feel after they have children. And the whole world is so anti-life, especially a world ruled by men who don't want to sit, listen and understand what life is all about. There's so many countless details to just being alive that just knowing what love is or what pain is or what the reason is or all this amazing wonder and really hard, hard lessons that you've really got to be serious about. Or else you're just fucking around. There's too much of that to still be, either psychically or physically burning crosses or lynching people or coercing people or murdering people or sending people into murder. All that useless shit. I guess that's what "Eternal Life" is, I guess I'm telling whomever the shoe fits, to wear it. That if you really think this is where it's at, then it's too late for you.-Raygun Magazine, 1994

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"In 'Eternal Life'...I don't know, I was just angry, I couldn't sleep. I was angry for weeks, and I didn't know exactly why. But, I kept thinking about how people sometimes just try to live their lives, to raise kids, to go to work, and to have good sex with their men, whatever. Somewhere down the line, there's somebody F-CKING with them. Either it's old company boys in Washington, or it's a deranged lunatic that'll raise the blade and send them away forever. There's so many things about trying to be a human being that people don't even have a handle on...what they keep on emphasizing in their lives are really violent things that hurt other people, which are really just reflections of them. They refuse to look at themselves, so they take it out on you. Women do it to men all the time, people do it to people. Y'know, it's just about that...and it goes into racial prejudice. I also see traits or 'sins' and how they're passed down to our children by default. The issue itself is so insidious, I cannot tell you what it does to me to pass this down to a child. Passing down your own frustrations and anger is like poison. Then there's the KKK, who have their kids grow up to be murderous Nazi f-cks! You can't print that! It's insane! I'm not talking about raising your kids to be completely passive, just raise your kids to understand, because you have to raise yourself to understand. I don't know, at least that's what "Eternal Life" is about. You think...whoever you are...and even myself...if at one point you think that messing somebody up, for something that you can't comprehend is where it's at, then it's too late for you already."-Inside Edge, December, 1994

#jeff buckley #eternal life #mylove #supremebeing #favorite #music #behind the song

[langblr-o-kebek]

So last week I was begrudgingly working my way through The Master and Margarita. Don't get me wrong, I love Russian lit and magical realism it's just that, it is a dense book and takes some concentration to read and I've been so insanely busy at work that when I retire for the evening, I don't want more work. I remmebered that I'd downloaded A Court of Thorns and Roses onto my kindle a few weeks prior because it was on sale and the Page Turners group always talks about it. I figured I'd give it a try. The first evening reading it, I was like meh. I found a typo, there was some strange wording and I am still not over my disappointment from the last fantasy book I read. (The Sound of Wind or something like that....I felt bad bc so many people love it but I couldn't stand it, I quit after 100 pages so don't say I didn't try). Anywho, the next night when I resumed ACOTR, I was hooked. It's now Monday, officially one week later, and last night I just finished a Court of Wind and Ruin , the third book in the series. I just. I was hooked, absolutely hooked. I was a 13 year old again, I felt exactly as I'd felt when I tossed and turned in bed, adjusting and readjusting my reading angle as I inhaled the Twilight series. I am in no way comparing ACOTR and Twilight as books, the way they made me feel was so similar. The inability sometimes to follow a sentence as the tension builds and my eyes keep darting a few lines down, impatience winning out. Having to reread paragraphs because I was so taken aback by an emotion, a description, and yes, smut. It's hard for me to concentrate on my work, my mind keeps drifting back to that world, to Prythian, to the bond between Feyre and her mate, a deep, piercing and immortal love that I can't comprehend yet yearn for in my own life. I can't wait to read the novellas, can't wait for the next installment to arrive next year, can't wait to reread the series until I grow bored of it and finally fall back to reality. This book hangover, this refusal to admit to myself that it's all a fiction, an entire world that only exists in our minds, this is why I love reading and why I hate myself for feeling so much, for losing myself so quickly into the lives and stories of others, real or not. I hope I can get my work done this week, and I hope that soon my brain will come to terms with the fact that Prythian is a fantasy world, and bring me fully back into my own, real world. Until then, my mind will keep jumping to the wonders painted in my head of the Night Court, the scent of jasmine on the cool evening breeze and the warm comfort of a deep and otherwordly love with a handsome, noble, selfless man. I just. I'm sorry I can't even. Someone bring me back to earth pls.

#acotr #a court of thorns and roses #feyre #feyre archeron #rant #personal #not langblr