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hebescus · 3 years

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remember this ship ask? yeah, i wanna do them all with lawlight bcs they control my brain. but it's a happy no death note au bcs it's me. oh and this shit is long plus it's 3 am rn so my words are very messy. but enjoy.

(i skip some numbers that i answered and the ones that i can't think of btw)

pre relationship :

How did they first meet?

L's investigation hq. he was a suspect of L, still, but this time he told soichiro to bring this 18 yo boy to the hq to test him, asking light to work with all of them. he ends up not guilty ofc, but L still wants to keep him…around.

What was their first impression of each other?

ah, the good old 'what the fuck dude???' from light and the 'oooh he got a big brain' from L. it's hard to get out of canon in this one.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

L. But it's more like thoughts, rather than feelings. It's just these random thoughts that pop out in his head like 'i don't mind kissing this guy, if he asks' but not like 'i want to kiss him' yknow what i mean? idk this is just something i experience a lot lmao. it develops to feelings once light falls for him and L can see that. So in terms of ideas, it's L, but in terms of feelings, it's Light.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Oh our favorite light denial yagami. Of course he's cursing himself for having feelings like this but once L calls it out he's over.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Light would laugh it off, and be like "i don't like him that way you know". L would shrugs be like "well yes that's possible, i don't think i mind".

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

boring, lonely, empty, you name it

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general :

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

hmm, they both initiated the relationship? ykwim? They both notices they had feelings for each other and just...go from there. they never have like a relationship talk, they just go with the flow until at some point they starts to get comfortable to refer the other as partners. They basically can read each other's mind, after all.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Yes, sort of. A tennis game! And a coffee sesh after, just like canon. They plan this to be just "let's just relax, this case has been really exhausting, take a one day break, L" but when Light got home, sayu asked "how's the date going?!" He immediately said "it's not a date, you watch too many dramas it's rotting your brain" And sachiko gave him a smile while shaking her head at this statement and when he's back to his room he immediately calls L and was like "hey does that count as a date?" and L answers with "depends, do you want it to be?" with a smirk that light can hear.

What was their first kiss like?

it was late at night, light was helping L with the case when everybody went home. they were sharing their view about this certain criminal when light notices L staring at his lips, first he ignored it but it happens again and again to a point where their face just got real close and then...kiss, somehow. idk lmao.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

First person who can understand each other and are equals, the only ones who can tear the other's wall down, and just practically soulmates in any form that even their sun & moon signs mirroring each other's? YES.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

i hc L as just a little bit taller than light, but it's not like you can see it through the hunch anyway. ofc we all know the 6 years and 4 months age gap

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Sayu likes L, Sachiko is kinda surprise Light doesn't date a typical pretty person, but it only makes her heart fonder. L doesn't mind them, he thinks they're nice, light grew up in a good place. Soichiro? Well, he might me a bit reluctant but he loosen up slowly, his son is happier than he ever was, after all.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Light, obviously. Because he's a charmer and if L takes control, the person they speak to would run immediately the first 2 minutes.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

it is a universal knowledge that L does this. like, come on, count the fics, you can't, there's just so many. he loves to break that perfect wall and make light feel 🥴😳. it's entertaining. But he knows when to stop. too much of that will be embarrassing in light's part, and he respects his boy's dignity.

love :

Who said “I love you” first?

Light!! The thing is it was said over the phone. He gets more and more comfortable talking with L through calls, since every now and then L travel frok countries to countries. One time he just like "yeah, safe flight. love you, bye" he expected L to say goodnight to him as a response as usual but L was silent and he realised what he just said and realised that he fucking mean it. L seems to still be able to read his mind even thousands miles away so he replies with "i love you too, goodnight". they never missed seeing each other more than that night.

What are their primary love languages?

we had a discussion for this! but as we see in canon, they're both very acts of service with a little hint of physical touch here and there. quality time is also important. words and gift aren't really needed for them.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

L. Only to annoy light. It's terrible that he almost cringed to himself, but it does bring a good laugh for light.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

PDA is a not their preference, they just love being in private more. They might hold hands sometimes, butmost times they won't. Altho they always stand or sit reaaaaally glued to each other even though there are so many space.

Who initiates kisses?

both. they want it, they got it. but light gives light kisses (ha) more, not necessarily on the lips, usually when L was really busy working, keeping his feet on the ground.

Who’s the big and little spoon?

They don't spoon a lot, they prefer not touching at all or cufdling face to face, but when they do, Light is the little spoon because being a big spoon makes his sleeping position kinda uncomfy, he feels awkward with his legs, it's just not. thankfully L thinks cuddling light this way is very calming.

What are their favorite things to do together?

Tennis and solving cases, duh. Or sometimes they play video games fighting each other. Anything competitive and/or challenging that make their brain grow 10 times bigger. But sometimes, a comfortingly peaceful and quiet dinner with hushed words thrown here and there about random things feels like the best thing ever.

Who’s more protective?

L. For identity reasons, ofc.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical. They can read each other's mind, they knew it by gesture, touches, and glances.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE. venus by sleeping at last fits them so well, that song is in the background of multiple cozy couch smooches sessions or even when they're slow dancing (please listen to this tho song it's so good). also i think they would like persephone by the tragic thrills too, L would be like "this song reminds me of you" and Light answers with "i'm persephone?" "Yeah" "i'm a fucking badass then" "yes you are". oh and first day of my life? lover of mine? pink in the night? sweet creature? the lakes? oh god i have too much answers

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

they don't do nicknames, really. although, L sometimes called light with some snarky tony stark styled nicknames when he feels particularly playful but annoyed at the same time.

Who remembers the little things?

They both do. Big brained assholes they are.

domestic life :

If they get married, who proposes?

It's not really a proposal, they didn't even remember who said it first. But one sleepy night after a hard case, someone said "hey you wanna get married" and the other was like "sure, why not" "really?" "yeah, i think i'm ready, you?" "me too" "great" and then they go to sleep. at breakfast the next morning L called watari from across the room and said "wammy i need you to prepare [enter marriage stuff here], and light, you must call your family after this". poor old watari chokes on his tea.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

The wedding is in a secluded little place near the wammy's house, L used to go there a lot as a kid. With just light's parents, sayu, and watari. Well, not until Light caught Mello, Matt, Near, and Linda peeping from the bushes

Do they have any pets?

A chunky cat the wammy's kids feed daily but never try to keep them in, because no animals are allowed inside the orphanage. L saw it and was like "light let's bring this bitch home" she is, indeed a little bitch, but light and L loves her dearly. her fur has light brown and black colors, like both of their hairs, so she becomes their daughter, L gave him a weird ass name but i can't think about it rn.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Light because he's the one who's actually bothers to. They ofc annoyed L but he cpuldnt care less to actually get rid of them.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

L. He rarely sleeps and once he did, he wakes up very fucking late and will pull light back to the bed if he's woken up by the empty space beside him.

Who’s the better cook?

Light. L is a spoiled brat. But Light can't bale for shit, that's Watari's job. Light grow up learning and helping his mom making meals for the family. He's not the best, but it's good enough to make L craves them in between his sweets.

Who likes to dance?

None of them. But they would slow dance on rare, sentimental occasions. And it's like so fucking romantic bcs all the lights are off except for a candle or a table lamp or a cabinet lamp whatever that has yellow-y dim light. And they don't speak, they just casually move against each other, but heart ready to combust like i do when i the mental image came into my head.

#lawlight #death note #very fucking self indulgent whoa #brainrot hours #anyway i love them so much #scenarios and shits

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bittercoldbrew · 3 years

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PLEASE tell me about the alien plant girls im so gay for anthropomorphic fem plants

omg thank you SO MUCH for asking and i apologize in advance for the infodump because i have been thinking about these alien plant people for literal years now, i love them so much. I first started thinking about these guys a little after TFA, because of an oc i was working on for a lil star wars fic that i have mostly abandoned by now--so sorry to the like 3 people who were reading my sidon ithano fic but tlj/tros really killed whatever passion i had for the franchise for a good long time :/ but Mando is great so i've been thinking about them'st again...

anyway i am sticking this under a cut because a) im very attached to these characters and if someone steals my shit i will kermit and b) sweet jesus this got so long, i am so sorry

in the SW universe at least, these plant people (that i still for the life of me cannot settle on an actual name for) were the primary inhabitants of a dwarf planet way out in wild space; they had a pretty symbiotic relationship with a race of sentient insectoid people (basically human-sized bees) who could travel between the planet and their home on one of its three moons (affectionately called the Honey Moon). what the plants didn’t know was that the bees were also able to travel to different planets, and had been doing so for a couple centuries before everything went to shit--but we’ll get to that in a bit.

the plant people weren’t particularly interested in the galaxy around them--they had a decent understanding of astronomy and cosmology, but little cultural interest in journeying to the stars. since the planet was pretty small and distant from the galactic core, it was pretty rare that a visiting ship would even pass them by, and scanners didn’t register them as genuine life-forms separate from the natural flora, so even if someone happened to end up out there it’s not the sort of place anyone would really choose to land. on rare occasions, a pirate or smuggler would try to hide out on what they thought to be an unoccupied planet, and would return to the Outer Rim with tales of mobile, sentient trees and bizarre, organic cities found on some uncharted world; likewise, occasionally a plant person would turn up at the local bar with tales of crashed space-ships and strange aliens that seemed almost like people. neither would ever be taken seriously.

the plants aren’t a particularly verbal people. they understand spoken language (a somewhat-modified Basic, at least, which is what the bees speak hmm i wonder where they picked that up from) and many can talk, but most don’t really bother learning to do so. mostly they rely on an ESP-like combo of pheromones and body language, highly attuned to the point that it’s essentially a kind of telepathy. i think i mentioned in the tags on that post that my character Antheia is sorta kinda a jedi? for these people, force sensitivity tends to manifest as an extra-extra-sensory-perception that causes you to be hyperaware of every living thing in your environment, not just the other sentient ones.

this made her uhhh extremely off-putting as a youth, easily distractable and often disinterested in the other people in the small community she grew up in, where she was already pretty disliked to begin with. there’s quite a lot of diversity among the plant people (a wide variety of skin tones/textures and body types, though few if any secondary sex characteristics; four limbs are most common, though occasionally some have two or more sets of arms; different types of leaves/vines/blossoms/etc in lieu of hair), and though they have a barter-based economy there’s still a lot of classism that’s mostly based around lineage (and thus evinced by one’s appearance and the traits one manifests). to protect (or attempt to bolster) those lineages, prospective parents can apply for a spot in a nursery, where their offspring are propagated and tended--mostly just through infancy before going to live with parents, though sometimes longer, and the very high class have private nurseries that will do all the rearing so they don’t have to.

But, on very rare occasions, certain wild plants will spontaneously develop sentience, and even more rarely will survive on their own long enough to find their way to a community. Hundreds of years ago (or “before the bees could speak”, which is their version of “once upon a time”), these spontaneous growths were revered and cherished, and whoever was first to encounter one would see it as a great honor to be responsible for their care and upbringing. now, with a much more striated society, these “weeds” (derogatory) are considered inferior, feral, dangerous. fortunately for Antheia, the man who found her, tangled in marsh reeds under the light of the Honey Moon, didn’t buy into any of that bullshit. he was a really sweet dad, very attentive and doting on his increasingly-strange adopted daughter; they were very close. but the older she got, the more her unusual ability developed, and the more he realized he was well out of his depth to help her understand that part of herself. eventually, she’s sent away to a kind of temple/convent for other people like her, where she’s trained to hone and control her extra senses, rather than be overwhelmed by them.

many years later, the sudden appearance of several large starships in their atmosphere turns their society on its head. it turns out, the bee-people have been traveling to other planets, forging alliances, brokering deals; they claim they just want to facilitate inter-planetary trade. Antheia is among the first to mistrust these invading aliens and their fleet of well-armed droids who seem hell-bent on mining their planet (which is, apparently, rich with cortosis, which--thank you wookiepedia--is apparently capable of repelling lightsabers and blasterfire alike). She flees her convent, joins up with an underground network of resistance fighters, discovers that her hyperawareness makes her a truly formidable force on the battlefield, and helps lead her people in defending the sovereignty of their home. And then things take a turn for the worse...but we don’t need to get into that right now.

ANYWAY.

my other oc, Shoal, is from the same planet but not even remotely star-warsy; either from a different time period well before the droid incursion, or just like an AU of my own stuff, idk. but she’s great, i love her deeply even though i dont really know what i even want to do with her yet. i mostly just was thinking about what a normal, average person in this world would be like, but then i got too attached. she’s also one of the spontaneous “weeds”, a semi-aquatic plant girl that washed up on a sandbar that occasionally connects a small island with the mainland when the tide is out. she was sort of “found” by multiple people at the same time, since they were making their way across to go trade goods at the mainland market, so to avoid the confusion of who should be responsible for her, she’s just sort of raised by the village as a whole. they name her Shoal, since that’s where they found her (it started as a joke, but then no one could agree on anything else to call her so it just sort of...stuck).

she grows up without realizing that it’s a pretty unusual upbringing. as a teen, she gains the reputation for the island’s best fisher (it helps that she can breathe as well underwater as above, and she’s always been a good swimmer). one thing that’s pretty consistent among all the plant people are their teeth--they all have long, sharp incisors and canines because sexy and also as more of a defense mechanism than a dietary one. they don’t eat much, typically absorbing nutrients from the sun/water/air/soil (mud baths are such a beloved experience, like for the most part they are very dignified people but find them some good mud and they will wallow for days) but when they do it’s pretty meat-heavy. they don’t really enjoy the process of eating very much, especially because they don’t have much gut bacteria so they typically have to swallow some stones to break up their food and nobody wants to do all that. but, at least in the coastal towns near where Shoal grew up, fresh-caught fish is considered a delicacy, and they can trade for quite a lot in return.

as she gets older, though, she starts getting restless. she loves her village, but it’s all she’s ever really known. also, it is so hard to even consider dating when literally everyone your age is practically your sibling, i mean, yeesh. so one day she just packs her bags and says her goodbyes and waits for low tide, then sets off to find her own way in the great wide world. she stops wherever she can, sees everything she can, but eventually settles down working at a tavern in a medium-sized town that’s mostly acclaimed for being a crossroads between bigger and better places. she likes it there, likes getting to know lots of new people and hearing about someone else’s travels more than she actually liked traveling herself. after a few years, the tavern-keeper retires and decides to leave the place to her, and she finds she’s become a permanent fixture in this new community. that’s really all i have for her so far, and i have no idea whether i’ll ever actually do anything with this character lol, but still she is very precious to me so i hope i find a story she’d be a good match for sometime soon.

#my ocs #oh my god this is...way too much i am so sorry #the sad thing is this is me trying to restrain myself there was more i wanted to talk about for both #and still i somehow wrote like 1500 words of backstory orz #but yeah i am hoping to have a bit about antheia and mando written up soonish if anyone is interested?? 👀👀#and wow i really wanna write something with shoal i just. dont know what that something is yet #ugh #thedragonagelesbian #thank you so much for indulging me anthropomorphic plant girls are SUCH an underutilized monster girl its so sad #but i am doing my part to rectify that injustice

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #435

from yesterday, don’t feel like updating the answers. :^)

When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? Uhhh. I really don't know... I mean maybe doing all I can do avoid debt? That's what my parents mostly argued about, and I know financial strain can really affect a couple. I never want that burden. Who in your life causes you the most stress or negative feelings? My damn self. Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No; my parents didn't grow up here. Wait! I THINK Mom had one of my college professors? I don't recall for sure, and I definitely don't remember who it was. Are you the type of person who seeks out revenge? Nah. Are there any songs that inspire you? Certainly, such as "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy Osbourne, "Get Up" by Shinedown, and more. How do you feel about celebrities getting involved in politics? Do you think that the celebrity world and the political world should be kept apart? Not at all; everyone has the right to share their opinion and should not feel like it's necessary to censor it. Let them be people with morals and beliefs, too. I'm totally fine with them CHOOSING to be quiet about controversial subjects, but they're more than welcome to share their thoughts on any topic. What is one pro of living where you do, and what is one con? What is a pro and a con of living where you wished you lived? I guess the only real pro (and this is horrible to be the first thought) is that we're under the radar; like, not really a target for terrorism or anything, lol. I'd get kinda nervous if I lived in, like, Washington D.C. or something. We have A LOT of cons: there is NOTHING to do, we're essentially a hub for crime, the scenery is boring and bland as fuck... I could go on for a long time. I'd love to live in many areas in North America, but I'll go with Alaska, since that would absolute RULE. A strong pro would definitely be the cold climate and the sights, but it would definitely be a con to me when that relentless dark era lasts for months on end. I need the sun (from inside anyway, ha ha) sometimes, because it being dark for what, half a year?, would really damage my happiness. What is your favorite episode of your favorite TV show? Referring to Meerkat Manor, it's actually the one where Mozart dies, I think, even though it destroyed my heart. I just think the writer portrayed it as so beautifully tragic, and the clips shown were so pretty. Does having others watch you do things make you uncomfortable? What sorts of things make you extremely uncomfortable if you are watched while doing them? Are there any things that give you confidence to do if you have an audience? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY. Do NOT watch me on the computer (especially when writing), I literally will not draw if someone's watching (inevitably besides in Art classes, I think Sara is legit the only person who's watched me draw a bit), I really don't like people watching me edit photography, I'm nooot a fan of others seeing me exercise (though I kinda have to suck that up with having a personal trainer), etc. etc. Just don't watch me do anything, lol. I don't know what actually boosts my confidence if I'm being observed. Does someone in your house speak a different language on a regular basis? No. Do you follow or care about any big sports events? Not at all. Are there any activities people normally do together that you prefer doing alone? Hm. I dunno. If you are going somewhere where you’ll have to wait for a while (i.e. a doctor’s office), do you bring something to occupy yourself? My phone, yeah. How long is your favorite song? I checked, and it's almost six minutes. Do you think you’d ever want to be “internet famous”? I'll admit I've somewhat thought about it, only because my career choices are running so dry, and I'd be able to do it alone. However, I've got noooo idea what I'd actually do, and I also don't think I could handle ridicule or anything like that for any reason. Having a spotlight on me would stress me out. Who was the main cook of your Thanksgiving meal last year? My older sister. What moment in your life have you been most scared? Probably this one occasion where Dad had to pick my sister and me up from school one day and make the 30-minute drive home. Well. He was clearly in a hellish mood because he was flying. He ran stop signs and red lights, passed people illegally... I was in the passenger's seat and absolutely convinced we were going to crash. I can barely believe we didn't. Who was the last person you slow danced with? -_- Do you prefer headphones or earbuds? Earbuds. I like how they block out external sound better, and they don't hurt my ears like headphones do. What person/people do you trust the most? My mom. Who in your life do you care about more than yourself? My parents, sisters, my nieces and nephew, Sara... A lot of people, if I'm being honest. I don't value my life as much as I should. Which wild animal would you most like to have as a pet? I am DESPERATE to rescue an opossum one day. :''''( What teacher did all the high school boys/girls have a crush on? I have no idea. Have you ever felt seriously violated? No. Do you watch American Horror Story? I adore(d) the first season; it was mine and Jason's "show." We watched most of season two as well, but I lost interest in the later half of it. I haven't really watched it since, save for the pilot episode of some season I forgot. Does your hometown have any urban legends/scary stories? Not to my knowledge. What’s the scariest nightmare you remember having? Something involving my dad that I won't speak about. Pancakes or French toast? Oh my god, French toast. That sounds delicious rn. Are there any apps you’re addicted to? Not addicted, nah. Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? Yes; it was a bunny holding a multicolor polka-dotted blanket. Do you still collect stuffed animals? Hell yeah. Have you ever had eggs cooked over a campfire? No. What colors of mascara have you worn on your lashes? Just black. What font do you usually use? I mean, it depends on what I'm doing. Is it supposed to appear professional? Aesthetically pleasing? It varies too much to answer this with one font. What about font colors? Usually just black, but again, it depends on what I'm writing. Are you good at making graphics or designing layouts? Ha, no. Do you put gel or mousse in your hair? No. Sleep with just one pillow? No, I use two. I am VERY uncomfortable with just one. Ever woke up crying? Yeah, from nightmares. Do you like big dogs or small dogs better? It depends on the breed and their energy level. I don't really prefer one over the other as a general judgment. Are you going to graduate high school on time? I did. Been to the zoo lately? No, but I'd love to go. :/ Now that I'd consider myself at least a pretty decent photographer, I'd love to see what shots I could take. I LOVE photographing animals with how unpredictable they are. It's like playing the lottery; you really don't know what you're going to get, but you have the chance for seriously priceless moments. Even if we could afford the trip, though, I know I wouldn't last long whatsoever with my legs being as weak as gelatine. I know especially that there's a notable incline in the path, and I'd never make it up it. I really, really look forward to the day where I can really start feeling a difference in my body thanks to the gym. Have you ever been to Mississippi? No. What did you do for your last birthday? We went to The Cheesecake Factory. Do you like to cook? No. What is the worst thing that has happened to you in your entire life? If I'm looking at the big picture and what truly damaged my pleasure in life the most, it'd be developing depression and such intense anxiety. I've given up so much and changed so negatively because of it. Do you know when your next family reunion will be? We've never had one. My family is too spread out. What is your favorite thing to do with your significant other? I'm single, but even in a relationship, I love playing video games together. I've got multiple memories of just having a great time doing that. Where is “home” for you? Wherever Mom is. Is there an animal that creeps you out? Whale sharks, maggots and other bug larvae, centipedes, many beetles, and some other bugs. What is the name of the last band you discovered? Uhhh.. good question. I admittedly don't listen to new music a lot. I tend to stick to the stuff I know. Do you prefer group projects, or would you prefer to work alone? I would rather kick my ankle against a Razer scooter than do a group project. Have you ever been to Hooters? No. Do you have a brother? What’s his name? Yeah, Robert, but everyone calls him "Bobby." Have you ever thought that your life was so bad you wanted to give up? About a billion times. I still do sometimes. Do you have a ceiling fan located in your bedroom? Yes. Have you ever been in a lighthouse? No, but I was supposed to visit one in the fourth grade. The water was way too aggressive that day, though, so we had a change of plans and went to a closer island. Hell, it might have been the better option, because it had horses. I remember collecting seashells, too, and just watching the power of the ocean hammer at the shores. It was really pretty. Have you ever been bitten by an animal? Only playfully, like by a cat. Well wait, I think my old baby iguana may have bitten me once (he sure tried to, ha ha), but I don't remember for sure. Did it rain today? Yes. It rains pretty much every afternoon here in the late summer. What was the name of the last dog you pet? Zeke, my sister's German shepherd. He's adorable. Has your luggage ever been lost at the airport? Did you get it back? No. Do you have certain friends that you hug every time you see them? I pretty much always hug my friends when I see them. I'm a big hugger. Have you ever witnessed a tornado? No, thank the fucking Lord. Who is your favorite person to talk to when you’re down? Sara. What are you listening to right now? "Blood For Blood" by Powerwolf. Can you get over people easy? Hell no. I do NOT handle loss well AT ALL. And not just romantically. What was the last thing you carried to your room? A drink. Do you drink water that comes from your sink? Only once it's been filtered. Have you ever prank called the police? That is fucking awful. No. What’s your LEAST favorite smiley? XD looks so stupid to me I'm sorry lmao xD reigns supreme. Do you like Italian food? Yeah, more than I used to. Have you ever put red lipstick on just to make lip marks on something? No. Do you watch Shane Dawson on YouTube? Isn't his career pretty much toast now? I DID used to love his videos, though. I still occasionally watch his fiance, though, and he pops up sometimes. Regardless of everything, I still think he's funny as fuck. Would you ever spend a day to see what it’s like to be homeless? NOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO. I am TERRIFIED of living on the streets someday. I want NO idea what it's like. Is the house you’re currently living in over 50 years old? I highly doubt that. Have you ever had a yard sale? Many. What is your favorite color? Baby pink. Did you have a good day or a bad day? Today was extreeeemely dull and felt like it lasted eons. Do you know anyone that has/had cancer? I sadly know maaaaany. Have you ever read somebody else’s diary? No, that is incredibly rude. Do you enjoy going to school? I hated it from start to end. Like I have good memories, but overall, I hated school. Were you a big jump roper back in the day? OHHHH YES. I almost learned how to double-dutch, even. I could jump with two ropes, but not jump in with two. Are you a local celebrity? Definitely not. Do you eat candy daily? No. I'm already fat dude, I don't need candy. I avoid candy as best as I can. Do you get nervous with public speaking? Like you would not believe. How old were you when you got your driver's license (if you have it)? I'm 25 and still don't have it. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you? Yes. What memory are you most afraid of losing? Meh, I don't know. A lot of what I consider my "favorite" memories I'd honestly be better off losing, probably. Who accompanied you to your first concert? My mom, younger sister, and Jason. Would you rather have tickets to see your favorite band in concert, or $100 to go shopping? TAKE ME TO THE OZZY CONCERT. What do you usually eat for breakfast? It really varies. I'd say cereal most often, probably? Do you wish you were more outgoing? Yeah. Do you know anyone who wears a hearing aid? I don't think so?

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homogrimoire · 4 years

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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

Fair Game Week 2020: Day 5 - Hurt / Comfort

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Atlas had successfully defended against Salem’s attack, so naturally, a victory celebration scheduled for the next week. In the face of such an evil, people needed to be reminded of all the good things in the world that they were protecting. It was just a day for everyone to let loose and live life before having to go back to Atlesian monotony, which meant everyone was really going to let loose. And thankfully, the next day was also given off so that people could recuperate from the reverie of the previous day. Most citizens were free to spend the two days as they pleased, leaving For the students, a makeshift school dance was in preparation.

A little birdy told Clover that the kids were going, and Qrow would be there as a chaperone. The little birdy also told Clover that Ironwood had to beg Qrow to be a chaperone. Qrow was going to go anyways, but he liked messing around with Ironwood. To Clover, it was a very funny thing to imagine. The only other chaperones were Winter, Robyn, who lost a bet with her sister, and Ironwood himself. Of course, with nothing better to do, Clover volunteered to join the other brave adults who dared to attempt to control a group of teenagers. While many students opted to spend time with their families, some chose to party at their academy. Despite this, the dance would still be a decent size, so Clover’s “sacrifice,” as his team called it, was greatly appreciated by the other adults at the party. Clover didn’t really think of it as such. The way he saw it, it was a way to spend more time with Qrow. Over the months they spent together, Clover had developed a serious crush. It didn’t start out as such, though. Clover remembers the exact moment he realized he had fallen in love with Qrow. It began during their trip back from a supply run where he and Qrow were joined by Jaune and Ren.

“And so, our boy’s night out comes to its end.” Jaune exhaled dejectedly.

“No one said it has to end.” Qrow said with a grin. Jaune’s face immediately lit up.

“You mean ─!” He beamed.

“Well, it is the last mission of the day for all of us, and the sun’s barely setting. If you two,” Qrow said as he referred to Ren and Clover, “don’t have plans, we could have some fun and see where the night takes us.”

“I don't have any important plans, so count me in.” Clover did have a reservation for a training room, but that hardly counted as important compared to living his life and spending time with Qrow and his kids.

“And how about you, Ren? Are you gonna come, or do you have a hot date waiting for you?” Jaune asked as he nudged Ren, alluding to Ren and Nora’s new development in their relationship.

“Actually, kinda. Me and Nora are going to spar later to develop our synergy more.”

“Aww...” Poor Jaune deflated like a balloon.

“Don’t get too sad about it. It’s not like I’d know what to do anyways.” Immediately, the three of them looked at Ren, shock and concern in their eyes.

“Jaune.” Qrow ordered.

“On it.” He said as he pulled out his scroll. A mere moment later, Ren’s scroll rang. Before answering the call, he made sure to keep it a reasonable distance from his ears.

“RENNNN!” Nora’s thunderous voice wailed. In the background, sounds of violence could be heard.

“Yes, Nora?” Ren moved the phone closer to his ear.

“Why didn’t you tell me you guys were planning a boys night out?!” The sounds of Yang screaming and grimm dying could be heard as Nora herself grunted in between words.

“It kind of came up just right now.”

“Well ─ Hold on a moment, would you?” From the other side of the line, her warrior’s cry could be heard, followed by the sound of multiple grimm having their armor and bones shattered. “Sorry about that,” she laughed, “but Ren, you should go and have some fun. Besides, we need a break from training. Oh! This gives me an idea! HEY!!! YANG!!!” A distant “what” could be heard. “WANNA HAVE A GIRLS NIGHT!!!” After the sound of a yell and a whimpering grimm, a “sure” was heard. “Nice! Alright, well bye! Love you!!!” Just before the call disconnected, the sound of a structure falling and roaring grimm through were heard.

“Are they ─” Clover looked concerned.

“They’ll be fine.” Ren assured without a drop of worry as he nodded his head. “Well, I guess we should pick up Oscar then.” Picking up Oscar proved to be a wise move. It gave them some time to think about where they could start their night. They were mostly drawing blanks, knowing so little about the area. Qrow mostly just knew about the location of some bars, but those obviously weren’t even going to be considered. So, Qrow asked the local “Lucky Charm” if he knew any good places to begin their night. Lucky for Qrow, he did. However, much to their dismay, Clover decided to keep where they were going a secret, except to Qrow. It made Clover’s heart skip a beat when he saw Qrow’s face lit up. And, needless to say, they all had a fun night. It was the break they needed from all their time working. By the time they got back, they were tired, and the girls were still out, likely having their fun. They said their goodbyes as they parted ways to their respective dorms, Qrow walking with the kids to theirs first. About part of the way to his residence, Clover turned around, deciding that he’d rather spend a bit more time with Qrow rather than just shower and go to sleep. Just before he rounded a corner, he heard Qrow and the kids talking, and stopped. He didn’t want to interrupt. However, despite knowing that he should give them their privacy, he stayed just around the corner, out of sight.

“I guess, what we’re trying to say is, thanks Qrow. We really do appreciate all the stuff you’ve done for us, and we’re proud of you too.” said Ren. Qrow really does have some good kids Clover thought.

“Well, I should thank you kids too. You all helped me a lot too.” To Clover, it sounded like Qrow was on the verge of shedding a tear.

“Group hug?” asked Oscar, opening his arms.

“Group hug.” Qrow replied, opening his arms As they hugged, Clover could hear Jaune sniffling. Clover was undoubtedly happy for Qrow, but in the moment, he could also not help but feel his own loneliness wash over him.

“Alright, that's enough.” Qrow laughed after the hug broke off. “I don’t want you kids making me go soft. I’ve got an image to maintain.” The boys laughed a little. “Welp, we should all go and get some sleep now. Good night kids.” Clover could hear his footsteps as he walked away as he walked away.

“Night Uncle Qrow.” the kids said in unison as they chuckled. Uncle Qrow? That's new. Of course Clover was happy that Qrow had people that cared about him so much, yet, he could also feel his loneliness consuming him even more. Normally, he didn’t mind the loneliness, but knowing that he was missing out on stuff like that always seemed to get him, showing no mercy and going straight for his heart.

“You two can go on without me. I’m gonna go check on Nora. Apparently, their idea of a fun night is a free for all in the training room. They even got Winter and some other students to join. I can only imagine the carnage.” Crap! The way to the large training room they were in involved some backtracking from where they were, which meant Ren was going down the hall and around the corner where Clover was. He had to act natural. He didn’t want it to seem like he was purposely eavesdropping. He heard Jaune and Oscar’s footsteps as they faded away, and Ren’s as they got closer and closer. Just as he was about to make his move, heard Ren speak up.

“I know you’re there.” Bested, he walked out from behind the corner.

“You’re pretty perceptive. I’m impressed.”

“Why were you there?” Ren asked, the question free of any malice. Clover sighed.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything. I just decided that I’d rather spend some more time with Qrow, so I came this way to find him, but then I accidentally walked in on your guys’ conversation. Uh, sorry, again.” Clover felt rather embarrassed.

“You didn’t mean any harm. It’s alright. But, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Oh boy…

“Do you… like Qrow?” Oh, that’s not so bad.

“Of course I like him. He’s my friend.”

“I mean, do you like like him?” Oh fuck. Clover could feel his face getting hotter as he tried to get out an answer, but ended up stammering. “I’m sorry if I’m just being too straight forward. I know I’m not the best with emotions, so I just want to know if Qrow will be in good hands.” Heh. Qrow doesn’t know how lucky he really is. Well, it’s not luck, its just what he deserves.

“I think...” Clover thinks back on his time with Qrow, from their shared jokes, to seeing him grow to accept himself little by little, and to seeing him adore the kids, and the kids look up to him. “I think I do love him.” He leaned against the wall, coming to terms with the realization.

“Good.” With that, Ren left him to think about his newfound love for Qrow.

Clover knew his days with Qrow were numbered, so he wanted to share as much time with him as possible. Eventually, Qrow and his kids would leave for Vacuo, and he would stay in Atlas, alone once more. So, he looked forward to the day of the dance. He decided that it would be the day he would tell Qrow how he felt. If all went as he hoped, they would share the last dance. Clover was an optimistic, that that didn’t mean he couldn’t be realistic. He still considered the possibility that Qrow could turn him down, for either not feeling that he was ready for a serious relationship, or not reciprocating the feelings. The former, he could live with. It meant he still had a chance and that Qrow probably did like him too. That latter, he feared. If it came to that outcome, he just hoped they could still be friends.

As the days leading up to the dance had come and gone, he began to feel more and more confident. After all, the man flirted back with him all the time, at least, he was very sure it was flirting. Then there was his brief talk with Ren. From what Clover had heard, he didn’t even realize at all that his lifelong friend had a crush on him until she kissed him. Since, he was slowly getting better at understanding emotions. So, if even Ren noticed that Clover had feelings for Qrow, then everyone else definitely knew, which was a bit mortifying to Clover. He didn’t want the cat out of the bag too early. And then there was his response when Clover told him he loved Qrow. Good. Not a You’re wasting your time, or a Qrow deserves better than you, but a simple Good. Ren was an honest and good kid. If he knew either of those things were true, he would have told Clover. He didn’t, and, in a sense, basically told Clover that Qrow liked, even loved, him back. It was also kind of like Ren told him that he approved of him, which made Clover very happy. If he had Ren’s approval, he probably had the approval of the other kids too. The quickest way to know you can have a man’s heart is if his kids approve of you. his father would tell him. If he doesn’t have any kids, then have some kids with him and see if they approve of you. That worked out fine for me. His pa was funny, but Clover knew he had his dad’s sense of humor.

The night of the dance Clover made sure not even a hair was out of place. He also mentally prepared himself for what would transpire. He had no doubt that Qrow would accept his love and the dance now, he just needed to prepare himself. It was a major thing he was doing. After checking his hair one last time, he made his way to the ballroom. Clover was guarding the punch bowl as Qrow arrived with the kids, Ruby eagerly dragging him along. Clover admired the man as he walked in. He was standing tall now, as opposed to the hunched over posture he would hold when he first arrived. And of course, he looked as stunning as ever. Hot, great with kids, amazing personality, and literally one of the best huntsmen to have ever lived. He was the whole package. How could Clover not fall in love with him? Qrow then split from the kids as they went do their own things, and made his way over to Clover.

“Hey there hot stuff.” Clover winked. He poured himself another cup of the punch and took a drink. It tasted all right, but as to be expected of a school dance planned on such short notice.

“You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself Lucky Charm.”

“Mmm, approval from Remnant’s finest. Lucky me.” Clover smiled as Qrow laughed at his joke. It made him excited for what was to come. As the night progressed, they continued chatting and joking as usual. If anyone asked Clover if he was being more flirty than usual, he would have said yes. Qrow was laughing as he told Clover about what went down in the Girl’s Free For All Night. As Ruby told him, Winter was suspected of helping Weiss, so Yang called her out and they began fighting. Ruby had called out “Big Sister Fight!,” which caught everyone’s attention. Everyone picked a side and began chanting “Big Sister Fight! Big sister Fight!” Upon hearing those words, one of the girls literally threw her own big sister into the mix, who Yang caught and threw at Winter. It was determined a tie, but Qrow was proud nonetheless.

“They grow up so fast.” Qrow said as he wiped away an imaginary tear, making Clover chuckle. “I remember my first fight with Atlas personnel like it was yesterday. It was back when Jimmy first joined Ozpin’s circle. This might come as a surprise to you, but we disagreed on a lot of things.” Qrow joked. “We butted heads a lot more then, so one day, we were both at each other’s necks, and Oz told us to take our problem out to the arena. We did, and I won.” Qrow said proudly.

“I’d LOVE to hear that story.” Clover shouted as he slung his arm around Qrow, his drink sloshing around. His volume caught Qrow a bit off guard, but he didn’t notice. Before he could respond, Yang called for her uncle to join them on the dance floor, wanting to see his “legendary” dance moves. Unsurprisingly, he agreed.

“Wanna show them how it’s done, Boy Scout?” Qrow asked.

“No thanks. *hic* I’m good. We need our forces to be spread out anyways! Can’t let these kids have too much fun, now can we?”

“If you say so.” Qrow shrugged, and went off to put the kids in their place. Clover watched Qrow as he put everyone else to shame with his moves. Every now and then, he would partner up with one of the kids for a real show stopper, leaving them giddy. That went on for about an hour. The man certainly had excellent stamina. At the end of a combo with Nora, she loudly proclaimed him her Uncle Qrow and gave him a tight hug, lifting him off the round, which caused him to beam proudly. Meanwhile, Clover was still standing back, keeping his eyes on Qrow as he drank more of the punch. They all look so happy. Clover smiled. He thought that if, just if, Qrow turned him down later, he wouldn’t mind too much. As long as I can see him happy. It won’t be so bad anyways. I’ve been alone all along anyways. It won’t be so different.

“What’s with the long face?” Clover heard, breaking him free of his thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing.” He didn’t notice that Qrow looked a bit sweaty.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem alright Cloves.”

“I can assure, you, cutie. I am a- *hic* okay.” He stammered out. He moved to lean on the table, but missed it. Fortunately for him, Qrow caught him before he could hit the ground. “Heh, lucky me huh?” Qrow grunted as he picked him up, slinging Clover’s arm over his shoulder.

“Come on Boy Scout, let’s get you back to your place.”

“Shouldn’t you take me out on a date first? Not that I’m gonna complain though.” He winked, but it lacked its usual charm

Weiss!” Qrow shouted. “Get your sister to take care of this punch! Someone spiked it! I’ve got Clover to take care of!” Clover felt his heart drop.

“Will do!”

“Wuh? It’s not spiked! I’ve been watching it like a hawk alll nighT.”

“Someone must have been waiting until you got distracted and did it then.” Qrow wasn’t too surprised. It may have been Atlas, but teens will be teens regardless.

“Well, at least you drank most of it rather than the kids.” Qrow noticed that Clover was still holding onto the cup, which still had some of the alcoholic punch in it. The thought to steal some did not cross his mind. “Here, let me see.” he said, referring to the cup. Clover handed it to him, and he took a sniff. He let out a low whistle. He almost pitied the parent who lost whatever it was the kid dumped in the punch.

“That’s some strong stuff.” he said as he tossed it into a trash can. However a sniffling Clover quickly caught his attention.

“Hey, hey, no need to cry. You're fine.” He cooed softly as he wiped away a tear.

“*sniff* I know, I only *hic* only wanted yOu to have a good night. And now? *sniff*You─ you’ve got to take care of me. Some, sad and lonely guy, who got drunk around the─ the amazing guY, who gave up alcohol *sniff* cold turkey! for his kids! *hic*”

“Hey! Don't blame yourself. It was an accident. I know you wouldn’t do that to me.” Mentally, Qrow noted to really thank Tai for dealing with his drunkenness for so long. “And if it helps you, I’m grateful that I can at least use my experience being drunk to help you out. It’s nice to know I can use it for something good.” Clover looked up at Qrow. Only he could look divine in the unflattering cold lights of Atlas.

“Thankss Qrow. Means a lot to me.” Clover began to lean on him more, drowsiness evidently kicking in.

“Well, what are friends for?”

“Yeah… Friends...” Qrow found the sad face he made perplexing. He just chalked it up to the drunkenness. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. They continued the rest of their walk in silence until they reached Clover’s room. By then, he was carrying Clover bridal style as he was too drowsy to walk, even with Qrow’s support. He was obviously trying to keep himself awake.

“Here we are Cloves.” He got out Clover’s keys, which asked for earlier, and opened the door and walked over to his bed. Clover weakly resisted and murmured, wanting to stay in Qrow’s arms, as he set him down onto his side. After making sure he wouldn’t roll over, he gathered a glass of water and the small trash can that was in the restroom. A side effect of the magic enacted upon him was slightly enhanced night vision, which allowed him to see well enough in the darkness of the room. He could have turned on the lights, but he wanted Clover to be comfortable as much as possible. Placing the trash can by the bed, he gently shook Clover. “Hey, Clover.” It took a moment, but he soon opened his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Here.” he said, turning on the desk lamp so he could see the water being handed to him. “So you don’t get dehydrated.”

“Thanks.” Clover sat up and downed half of the glass before setting it down on the nightstand. He went back to laying down on his bed. With that, Qrow turned the light off and sat next to the bed on the floor so he could keep Clover in his view. Qrow was beginning to feel a bit tired as well.

“Get some rest now Lucky Charm. I’ll be here if you need me. Good night.”

“Good night. I love you.”

“Love you too Cloves.” Let’s see if you’ll still love me tomorrow. Clover thought, just before drifting into sleep. Mid-yawn, he realized what they had just said to each other. He looked at Clover to see his reaction, but he was out cold. Qrow wasn’t exactly sure why he said it. It just felt like the natural thing to say. And there goes my sleep. Qrow thought. Sitting there, he wondered if Clover truly meant it. He had been harboring a crush on him for sometime now. He just hadn’t acted upon it. He wasn’t sure how to. His formative years left little room for a serious relationship, and definitely hadn’t taught him to think he was even worthy of love. As a result, his adult years were mostly spent drunk, leaving him still unable to love in such a way, and think he was worthy of such love. Only recently did that change. However, that didn’t mean he would know how to convey those feelings as he would have liked to. Against the odds, he fell asleep in about an hour, still thinking about those few words, and daring to hope they would ring true in the morning. Clover only woke up once, just to drink more water and to go to the restroom. With the alcohol still in his system, Qrow helped him move around. Clover didn’t say anything. Qrow only kept thinking about those words, kept daring to hope.

Come the morning sun, Qrow found himself to be the first to wake. Knowing firsthand what it was like to wake up with a nasty hangover, Qrow went into the small kitchen to see what he could find some eggs and orange juice. He found some eggs, but no juice. He went to check on Clover before texting Ruby to see if she could bring some orange juice from the cafeteria, telling her to take her time since he was still asleep. He was still sound asleep. He got out a frying pan and made some eggs, periodically checking in on Clover. The time tested hangover cure usually involved raw eggs and orange juice, but he didn’t want to risk salmonella, and had the time to cook the eggs anyways. As he was searching the cupboards for pain relief / fever medicine, he heard a groaning, hungover Clover with messy hair walk into the kitchen.

“Ughhh, what happened last night?” he asked as he rubbed his temples.

“You accidentally got drunk off of some spike punch.”

“I what?” Clover asked quickly, eyes wide from shock.

“If it’s any consolation, it was some strong stuff they snuck in.” He looks adorable when he’s surprised.

“Oh my gods, Qrow, I am so sorry. I─”

“Calm down Lucky Charm, it’s no big deal. You didn’t mean to get drunk or anything. I will say that you’re pretty lucky that I know a lot about being drunk.” Qrow teased with a smirk. The familiarity of their joking nature with each other helped calm Clover down. “Here. You’ll want this stuff.” He set down a plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of water, along with a pain relief pill to help with the headache. If anyone were to just walk in on Qrow setting down the food with a soft smile and Clover returning the smile, they would have thought it domestic. This did not evade Qrow and Clover’s minds.

It’s like we’re actually dating.

“Thank’s Qrow. Let me just brush my teeth first.”

“No problem. You’d do the same for me, and smart move.” Meanwhile, Qrow thought about last night. “Say, do you... remember anything from last night?” Qrow asked once Clover returned, as he made some food for himself. For a moment, he tried to remember as far back into the night as he could.

“Last thing I can recall is when you went to dance with kids.” he replied before taking another bite of the food. Except for a dream where I told you I loved you, and you told me that you loved me back.

“I imagined as much. At least you didn’t throw up. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“It’s probably because of the pretty good luck charm in front of me.”

“Careful Boy Scout. Keep talking like that, and I just might have to stay the night.” With a single wink, Qrow made Clover’s heart skip a beat. “You know, to make sure the alcohol is out of your system.”

“Yeah, of course...” Clover hid his sadness well. Figures. However, he couldn’t see the blush that was spreading across Qrow’s face. A knock on the door knocked Clover out of his sad state. “I got it.”

“It should be Ruby.” Qrow told him. “I asked her to bring some orange juice. It’ll help with your hangover.”

“Uncle Qrow!” Ruby exclaimed as she zoomed into the room, latching onto the person who opened the door. She quickly noticed that the man she tackled was, in fact, not her Uncle Qrow.

“Whoops, eh he. Not Uncle Qrow. Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright Ruby. I’d have to be pretty used to being knocked around by now anyways.” He chuckled.

“You really should be more careful Ruby. He might have a headache.” Weiss said as she peaked around the corner, trying to keep her voice low. He didn’t expect her to be here, or the rest of her team.

“Lucky for me, I don’t. Your Uncle here’s been taking good care of me.” He said as Ruby helped him up

“Oh, good. I hope you don’t mind if the rest of us then.” Nora said as she peaked through the door. Clover laughed at the small surprise.

“Nope. The more the merrier, they say. But, uh, sorry it's a bit cramped. This place wasn’t made with so many people in mind.” Clover rubbed the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed. His place wasn’t messy or anything, he was just surprised that all the kids came along.

“It’s nice to hear that you’re holding up well.” Ren said as he walked in, hiving Clover a quick but knowing glance.

“Had a real doozy, huh?” Oscar asked.

“And you should have seen Yang. She went around with Winter to interrogate everyone, trying to find out who spiked the punch.” Blake told him.

“We’ll find ‘em soon enough.” Yang said as she pounded a fist into her palm, causing Blake to laugh.

“I’m sure you and Ice Queen will bring our Boy Scout’s perpetrator to justice, Firecracker. Just don’t go too hard on them though, we need ‘em alive.”

“No promises.” They all laughed. Clover didn’t doubt that she would be merciful, or that Winter would either.

“You kids ate, right?” Qrow asked.

“Yes Uncle Qrow, we ate. We’re not little kids. We can feed ourselves, you know.” Ruby told him.

“Looks like your Uncle Qrow might actually be a Mother Hen.” The kids laughed.

“Clover! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Qrow said as he tried to hold back his laugh, but he could not hide his smile.

“Which reminds me, here’s the juice Qrow requested for you.” Ren placed the bottle on the table beside his plate.

“Thanks Ren.”

“You’re welcome.” He replied with a smile.

“Even if you think you feel better, you should still drink some.”

“I will, my knight in shining armor.” After taking a drink, he did feel better than before. A he put the bottle down. The kids were chatting in the background as Qrow sat across from him, his back towards the kids. He could see Ren, towards the back, motioning him to look at the bottle of orange juice. After briefly scanning it, he noticed the phrase “Tell him!” written discreetly on it. He could feel the temperature rising in his face. Qrow was quick to notice.

“You good Lucky Charm? Looks like your fever might be stronger than I thought.” Qrow moved his hand to feel Clover’s forehead, which only made him feel even warmer. “Here.” He said, offering a cold glass of water and some more medicine.

“It’s─ it’s not that.” His heart told him to stop, that he would be fine if he didn’t tell Qrow, that it wouldn’t be able to take it if Qrow rejected him. His mind told him to tell Qrow, that the kids cared for him, that Qrow cared for him, and that his heart would thank him later.

“”Everyone. I have something to say.” He said as he stood up from his chair. All eyes were on him. He took in a deep breath to calm himself. “Qrow, I...” All the way in the back, Ren was giving him a thumbs up. “I love you.”

“I had a feeling you did.”

“Huh?”

“You told me last night.” Okay, so that wasn’t a dream. That means... Qrow got up from his seat and moved closer to Clover. “I could tell you what I told you” Qrow teased, a blush spreading across his face, “but I’ll do you one better.” Slowly, he closed the distance between them, bringing their lips closer and closer. Once their lips touched, nothing else seemed to matter in the world at that moment, not Atlas, not the grimm, and not Salem. As they parted, Clover wished they could continue. “I love you too Clover.” Qrow pulled him in for a soft embrace. Somehow, it meant more than the kiss. He felt even more people joining in on the hug. He opened his eyes to see that all the kids had joined in. He noticed that he was crying. However, it was not from sadness. Clover just knew that it felt right, knew that he wouldn’t be alone anymore, and knew that he was loved.

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Top 5 Things I Disliked About RWBY Volume 4

(Top 5 Likes)

Ah, Volume 4. Our first of many things. First volume to be animated in Maya. First volume to take place outside Beacon/Vale. First part of the Mistral Saga. And the first volume in RWBY’s new direction after how V3 shattered the status quo to the point of no return. It had a lot to live up, maybe too much in all honesty. At this point, V4 is kind of in this middle ground I think. It isn’t as loved as V6, but it isn’t as hated as V5. I guess you can say that it’s just average. Personally? I really like V4! It’s an arc about recovery, and it did that very well in my eyes.

But, of course, it isn’t perfect. So let’s go over the Top 5 Things I Disliked About RWBY Volume 4!

#5. Blake Plotline

Honestly… I remembered hating this storyline back when V4 aired. I felt like Blake had regressed and just could not sympathize with her. I knew why she was acting the way that she was, but it was just… not fun to watch. Especially with how she acted towards Sun, who while I could understand her annoyance at him, her slapping him and such was… really uncalled for. In fairness, some of my negativity might be because of all the shipping arguments going on at the same time, but I remember just not liking Blake at all. It’s Number 5 mainly because of the negative connotations that I had with the storyline.

But… this was the first time that I’ve rewatched it since it aired I think. And… I didn’t have any of those negative feelings. Honestly, I enjoyed it much more than I did back in 2016-17. Maybe it’s just because I know how it gets resolved and that Blake comes back with a vengeance in V5. But still, I w fine with her here. I had a better understanding of why she was acting like he was. Adam came back, hurt her friends, and she ran out of fear and guilt. Of course, she behaved the way that she did. Fortunately, Sun snaps her out of it by the end and she decides to stop running and face her fears. And by golly, does she.

It was a good storyline. We got to see Menagerie. We got to meet Blake’s parents. We got a cool Dragon Grimm fight The captain and his crew were fun. I honestly have no real complaints about Blake’s plot. Not even with Blake herself. It’s only here because I needed a Number 5, and I thought that this was a shoo-in due to how much I disliked it back during the original airing. It doe snot hold true anymore, but still, I disliked it at one point and I couldn’t think of anything else for Number 5. So it is here, but high up since I’ve had my epiphany regarding it.

#4. Oscar/Ozpin Storyline Was Rushed

It’s hard for me to get mad at rushed plotlines in this volume. Multi-plotlined stories like this are incredibly hard to balance out and it’s even harder to give everyone screentime. For example, Ruby’s development was super subtle because she had to share her time with JNR and then Qrow as well as other plotlines going on. It was there, but it just wasn’t able to be as focused on as other things that needed it. For Oscar, I do think that they did it as best as possible. Very least, they got him to where he needed to be by the end, and that’s better than holding it back and stalling.

But even so, Oscar’s… really gotten the short end of the stick since his intro. They’ve had to develop him very quickly, and it just feels like they’re trying to get through it as quickly as possible. Like they’re skimming through their notes and just putting them in there instead of developing it int he scripts naturally. V6 is the worst offender, but V4 was meant to be Oscar’s intro. We know that he’s a kid who lives with his aunt on a farm and… that’s it. We don’t get to know him as a character. We now things about him. We know of his importance in the story. But what o we know about Oscar as a character? What growth has he had? What do we know about Oscar’s farm life? About his dreams? About the process of realizing that he suddenly had voices in his head?

All fo this goes unexplored. Again, it just feels like they wanted to get it over with. With all the plotline, things really were against the writers and they couldn’t hold this one off until there was a better time to do so. So for V4 at least, I don’t hold it against them and they at least made Oscar likable. And like I said, they got him to where he needed to be, which is better than nothing. Nevertheless, especially with how Oscar still has this problem, it’s annoying to see that they still haven’t improved on this. Will they in V7? Hopefully.. But yeah, ti’s a problem with the Volume so at Number 4 it shall remain.

#3. Mute Cinder

This didn’t bother me much when I watched the volume. But now that I think about it? This was a misstep. IDK why they decided to do this. I thought maybe Jessica Nigri wasn’t available, but I think I read an interview where she indicated that this had been intended. Really, I think that V4 should have been when we got the Cinder backstory. Where we got a better understanding of why she’s obsessed with power as well as clarify what happened in V3 that got her so beat up. Yeah, yeah, we know that it was caused by RUby… but it doesn’t really align with what we know about the Silver Eyes. But I’ll get to that here in a bit.

To this day, we know very little about Cinder. While I think that there’s enough that one can figure out what her deal is, it’s become a pretty frequent issue among people. V4 had CInder in her worst state, and it would have been good to hear her express how much she hated it. Let us learn about her history from her. Hear her and Salem interact. I still really don’t get why they decided to mute CInder unless it was to avoid going into any of that because they’re holding it off. Hopefully, they won’t be doing that for much longer, because it’s safe to say that people are getting tired of waiting. It just really bugs me now, and I think was utterly pointless and wasteful to do this. And if it was just to not delve into anything… that was a poor story choice on their part.

#2. Lack of Clarity About What Ruby Did to Cinder

Okay, yes I know that Ruby awakened her Silver Eyes and took down Cinder due to it. But… it doesn’t make sense when you think about it. Ruby’s Eyes only work on Grimm. As far as we know, at that point, Cinder was still 100% human. Or at least if the Spider Grimm she used to get the Maiden powers is inside her, they haven’t really made it clear. But as such, that should mean that RUby’s Eyes did nothing to her aside maybe blind her for a bit. TO be fair, that could just mean that there’s more to the Eyes that we don’t know about. After all, even Maria only knew so much and Ruby awakened it at an emotional moment. So that makes sense.

Really, this kinda correlates into the Mute Cinder thing. I’m still not sure what exactly happened to her. I want some clarity about what happened. Is there more to the Silver Eyes? How will Ruby react to that? Heck, how much is Ruby aware of the damage that she dished out? She’s got no real reason to think that she cost CInder an arm and an eye. I don’t know if she knows, and I guess we won’t until Ruy and Cinder face off and she finds out about the Grimm arm. But you’d think that we’d hear a little bit… but CInder can’t talk and Salem doesn’t go into it. So nope!

This might just be a me thing. But it’s been frustrating me the more that I think over it. I want to now more about what happened. I wnt to hear from CInder about it. I want to see RUby react to it and about her power. Power that she still doesn’t fully understand. Will future volumes do that? Hopefully. But it just irks me since, as I said, we could have gotten some answers here. But we don’t. So yeah, this is a growing annoyance for me, and I hope that they resolve it sooner rather than later.

#1. The Multiple Plotlines

Again, this kind of feels unfair. On the one hand, the multiple plotlines clearly caused problems. Not everyone could get equal attention or screentime. Some parts like Oscar had to be rushed. It was a difficult balancing act and while I think that it could have been worse, it came with consequences. There were pacing problems. Some stories felt more satisfying than others. Some characters felt more developed than others. A lot of this is subjective and in general, RWBY’s plotlines I thought were fine. But the villain stuff was meh and Oscar’s was by far the weakest and both with the writing and in the execution. but needless to say, it’s generally agreed that Mile and Kerry got a little too ambitious here. Even they’ve said it, which is good since it means that they’ve learned from it.

It’s hard for me to say if the split plots was a bad idea. Because it was good for individual character growth. I think that they all made considerable progress, even if some like Yang didn’t get as much screentime as say RNJR. And I do admire Miel and Kerry experimenting and at least trying. Fear holds us back a lot, and that stifles creative growth. In the end, even if the experiment failed in their eyes, I’m glad that they did it. V5 arguably suffered due to it, but again they tried and grew due to it. I can respect that. But still, it did cause problems. Maybe more than they were prepared for. As such, I’m going to put it at Number One.

And there we go. Luckily, the Likes list will be coming out sometime tonight. So thanks for reading, and hope that you’ll check out the next post~!

#rwby #rwby reviews #top likes/dislikes

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[ dylan wang · cismale · he/him · 19 ] ❝ hey !! did you see four / jian liu walking into the woods ?? i’ve heard they’ve been described as well-meaning by their close friends . but , i’ve also heard that they’ve been described as pretty enigmatic by others . if there were three things that could describe them , it would be blood dripping into murky water , lovecraftian horror , and chugging coffee at odd hours of the night . here’s to hoping they don’t get trapped in the upside down !! ❞

hi i’m bailey and i’m a literal snail . welcome to my dumb intro !

cw : kidnapping , human testing ?? you know , hawkins lab usual . also , pretty long because idk how to stop rambling .

the night of may 14th , 1966 , two members of the CPC welcomed their first child . the couple tried and tried for years , and were finally given their long awaited little boy : LIU JIAN . he quickly became the light of their lives . however in just three years , that light would be ripped away from them .

he was taken to america — a small town where no one would suspect , a small town harboring a secret . hawkins , indiana . he was terrified , confused , and wouldn’t stop crying until they eventually sedated him . there were whispers , rumors , about a small child in china with possible ... gifts , and naturally within their previous ( and ongoing ) tests , they needed to see for themselves . and they couldn’t let the communists have this , if it was true .

it was .

NUMBER FOUR , they assigned him . he was no longer jian , no longer a simple child . through grueling experiments , pushing him past exhaustion on multiple occasions , they found he’s gifted with TELEPATHY . at first it was hard to understand in translation of a child who didn’t speak english , but the more they practiced , it became more apparent when focused .

four was subsequently taught english in the lab as he aged , because while translators were available , it was “ easier for them all ” if he learned . they were correct in that , but it didn’t make the real situation any better .

whatever memories of his parents he had were slowly but surely leaving . whatever memories of a short lived childhood he had were gone .

at the age of eight , they unlocked a new ability — PAIN INDUCEMENT — a sub-power of mental manipulation , stemming from his telepathy . two of the scientists at the lab had the misfortune of experiencing it firsthand as it began to manifest from finding himself in a position of danger , since it was during a time he wasn’t behaving as he was expected to .

they decided to experiment even more , of course : the limitations and circumstances of this newly developed ability . as it would turn out , four can only access pain inducement when he’s angry / feeling threatened , presumably as a result of fight or flight instincts .

he didn’t have much contact with the other children , other than intervals spent in the rainbow room , and as he grew older and more distant he didn’t care . soon enough , he stopped playing and speaking to the others even when they were given that small time . he kept to himself , drawing in a corner . he liked art . his drawings would often consist of grotesque monsters ; dark and wildly scribbled , as if he was in a rush to get down what he envisioned .

while time went on , more and more children escaped the lab , leaving four one of the last remaining . it wasn’t that four didn’t want his freedom , to have more than this life of being an experiment , it was that he was kind of scared of it ? it was an overwhelming thought , no matter how curious he was of the outside world ...

after eleven’s monster encounter and gate opening situation , four felt ... anxious . he didn’t know how to describe it other than feeling sick , but not actually being sick . so he never tried , knowing it would sound even more ridiculous . instead , he once again turned to drawing , using the creative outlet as a way to express himself and make up for what his words lacked . however , it only got worse when the monster escaped and lab investigations of the newly quarantined area began .

in a well-timed space after the chaos , he disobeyed the order of staying away and found himself on an adventure down into the madness . just to see what was causing all of this , you know ? just one glance . it was almost too easy to slip past any form of security , but it was a rush of adrenaline that he never thought he could enjoy .

the next day he began drawing the gate , trying to imitate the look of it with the few supplies he had around . it wasn’t exact enough to sound off too many alarms in the scientists that saw , but it was enough to question if eleven wasn’t the only one who could contact the other dimensional creature . for a few days , they forced him to try and contact the monster . they wanted to see if four could reach out to it telepathically , to try and lure it back — for a little while , it seemed like there was potential , but in the end whatever close calls they got were simply just that .

alright so .. i would say .. some time after the events of season 1 and like mid season 2 , four finally escaped and fled deep into the woods . with everything going on and with him already being silent and withdrawn , it wouldn’t have been too shocking if nobody really noticed him at first ?? like he’s pretty hard to miss , standing at 6ft and looking ... like he very obviously shouldn’t be there , but . you know , circumstantial .

at some point he was taking shelter in someone’s shed , because he was cold but he was also still cold and it didn’t exactly help much but it was better than being totally exposed . in order to get warmer clothes / food , though , four did use his telepathy in order to make people want to give him stuff . or to get out of some type of trouble ?? like power of suggestion and things like that , basically .

fast forward to currently , he’s still basically lurking in the woods by himself , but he did find this nice older woman that let him stay in her guest room occasionally before she passed . now he just ??? kinda chills around it , but also has started venturing out into town ... only to be , admittedly , slightly overwhelmed by the new starcourt mall .

so personality wise : he’s really ... i wouldn’t say shy , but rather .. secretive and hard to read for the most part . doesn’t know proper ways to express himself . also doesn’t mean to seem cold or aloof though !! like genuinely he’s a nice kid and his intentions are for the most part good , but he definitely goes about things the wrong way ? i would describe him as a chaotic good ravenclaw , at best .

his astrology is taurus sun , pisces moon , sagittarius rising meaning he’s particularly creative and likes to have an outlet to express himself . he doesn’t like rushing into things , but that doesn’t necessarily stop any impulses from taking over here and there . the trio of signs are as complimentary as they are contradictory , and i think it captures him as a person so far : curious but reserved , withdrawn but wanting to experience life in a new way .

if he’s ever exposed to d&d , he would probably be a rogue .

at the lab , some of the scientists probably started calling him “ monster boy ” as a not actually funny joke , because monsters were pretty much the sole content of his drawings . idk he’s very innately into horror stuff , which is almost ironic .

in terms of sexuality , he’s technically demi biromantic / demi bisexual , meaning he needs a solid bond before even potentially thinking about that sort of ish . but also because he has absolutely no experience with it whatsoever , he’s painfully oblivious to it in all forms and has no idea lmao

uh .. he still goes by four , mostly . he vaguely remembered his birth name but will only use it if he absolutely has to ?? it’s still a really foreign concept to him that he technically has a name and not just a number ? he’s sort of self conscious about said name though , because people who do know it have mispronounced it at some point or another , i’m sure . so either he goes by the usual four ... or maybe a simple ‘ ji ’

somehow has gained an addiction to coffee , and he ( obviously ) also doesn’t know what his favorite ice cream flavor is , that’s possibly gonna be a bit of fun to figure out , maybe !

#me ? actually writing a good intro ? unlikely #it's all a bunch of words thrown together trying to desperately make sense #hawkins;intro

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The Worm Reads: The Assassin’s Blade, Ch 23-24

Sorry this took so long but this book is fucking exhausting

Celaena and Ansel knew their little escapade with the Asterion horses would have consequences. Celaena had at least expected to have enough time to tell a decent lie about how they acquired the horses. But when they returned to the fortress and found Mikhail waiting, along with three other assassins, she knew that word of their stunt had somehow already reached the Master.

But how? Who told him? Who the hell saw them steal the horses and somehow got back to the fortress before them?

So, get this. The Mute Master has them alone in his chambers, no doubt about to get furious at them for pulling such a stunt, right? And then Celery pulls this fucking shit.

And suddenly, as the memory of that day echoed through her, she remembered the words Sam kept screaming at Arobynn as the King of the Assassins beat her, the words that she somehow had forgotten in the fog of pain: I’ll kill you!

You’re about to be possibly kicked out of a training fortress that you need to receive a letter of approval from in order to be allowed home and now you’re suddenly splooging over a guy because he... didn’t want you to be hurt? Like any decent fucking human being? God I fucking hate you, Celery, you stupid piece of shit.

After Celery finishes drooling over Sammy wanting to kill Arobynn for hurting her, she at least has the good sense to take the fall for the idea since this is Ansel’s home and getting in trouble would extremely affect her.

Apparently the Mute Master is fairly chill with them stealing horses and Ansel tells Celery she can go tomorrow for her first private lesson. Jesus Christ, finally, this story is going somewhere.

Their punishment next morning is cleaning animal shit out of the pens.

Another benefit was that they didn’t have to go running. Though after four hours of shoveling animal droppings, Celaena would have begged to take the six-mile run instead.

Not really a benefit then, is it?

Celery goes to the Master’s hangout on the roof for her first lesson.

Celaena cleared her throat again, and the Master finally turned. She bowed, which, strangely, was something she felt he actually deserved, rather than something she ought to do.

Celery learning that diplomacy is a thing?? She really does grow stupider as the books go on, since in E0S she threatens and attempts to stab the people in a political meeting that don’t agree with her viewpoint.

The Mute Master gives her a basket with a snake inside and tells her to observe its movements, so she spends the lesson moving with the snake and copying its movements. It’s actually really cool and more interesting than generic swords training.

SJM describes some more cool training in passing about how Celery has to study the movements of other animals like bats and rabbits. So let me get this straight; a whole page in the market scene was dedicated to Celery crying because she wanted new shoes, and that’s plot important, but you skip over her training which was the whole point of her coming to this place.

I’m.... speechless. Utterly speechless. It isn’t often you see someone fail so badly at all aspects of writing, but SJM has done it. She has officially failed at a basic component of storytelling. And her books are New York bestsellers. Truly, the world isn’t a fair place.

And every day, Celaena went to sleep after lunch and dozed until the sun went down, her dreams full of snakes and rabbits and chirping desert beetles. Sometimes she spotted Mikhail training the acolytes, or found Ilias meditating in an empty training room, but she rarely got the chance to spend time with them.

Ilias I kinda get, but you’ve spoken what, five words to Mikhail? You have no relationship with him lmfao.

There were quiet moments also, when she wasn’t training or toiling with Ansel. Moments when her thoughts drifted back to Sam, to what he’d said. He’d threatened to kill Arobynn. For hurting her.

Ask me if I give a fuck. Seriously, I don’t. I don’t feel this chemistry at all and I’m dreading when we return to Arobynn’s assassin joint and we have to read multiple paragraphs of Celery splooging over how hot Sammy is.

Next chapter opens up with Celery putting make up on Ansel because it’s apparently her birthday.

“What?” Ansel said. Celaena shook her head. “You’re going to have to wash it all off.” “Why?” “Because you look better than I do.” Ansel pinched Celaena’s arm. Celaena pinched her back, laughter on her lips.

Girls being friends? Pure and wholesome. Too bad SJM ruins it immediately after with this.

She hadn’t even dared ask the Master for her letter yet. But more than that … Well, she’d never had a female friend—never really had any friends—and somehow, the thought of returning to Rifthold without Ansel was a tad unbearable.

Hmm... it does raise the eyebrows a little that Ansel is super masculine and a “stronk female character’ like Celery and she is the only girl Celery has ever considered as a friend.......almost as if... it’s sexist towards girls who aren’t masculine like Celery.....hm...

At the party people are dancing with no music, which is whack af to Celery.

Though she loved, loved, loved parties, Celaena would have rather spent the night training with the Master. (...) But he’d insisted she go to the party—if only because he wanted to go to the party. The old man danced to a rhythm Celaena could not hear or make out, and looked more like someone’s benevolent, clumsy grandfather than the master of some of the world’s greatest assassins.

Hey, you leave him alone. He’s one of the few good characters in this shitty ass story, and if he wants to dance like an old grandpa, then let him.

Celery sees Ansel dancing with Mikhail and makes it all about her own feefees for Sammy, as usual.She gushes over how Sammy is totally in love with her and how she totally busts a nut every time he looks at her or some stupid shit like that.

Someone touched her shoulder, and Celaena looked up from her empty wine goblet to find Ilias standing behind her. She hadn’t seen much of him in the past few days, aside from at dinner, where he still glanced at her and gave her those lovely smiles. He offered his hand.

Poor Ilias, man. Obviously Celery doesn’t owe him anything, but.... you deserve someone so much better, Ilias. Imagine if it were Sammy here instead of Celery. I want that fanfic, someone write it.

Ilias and Celery eventually ditch the party since Celery’s feet hurt from dancing.

What would he say—that is, if he could speak—if he knew that Adarlan’s Assassin had never been kissed? She’d killed men, freed slaves, stolen horses, but she’d never kissed anyone.

God, we’re really going there, aren’t we... god I’m so tired....

First off, good job on shaming any older teenagers because they’ve never kissed someone before, as if that makes them weirdos. Makes me feel fucking amazing as an 18 y/o who hasn’t kissed anyone yet. Thanks, SJM.

Second, who gives a shit?? In fact, Celery, you have a good excuse for not kissing anyone; you’re an assassin. If you told Ilias, he’s probably just assume you’re too busy with work to settle down with someone. Like, do you think he’s really gonna make fun of you for not having kissed anyone before? Does SJM know how human beings function????

Anyways, Ilias does try to kiss Celery, but immediately stops when she backs away. Man, a male character who respects boundaries?? In MY SJM book?? Never thought I’d see the day.

“I—I can’t. I mean, I’m leaving in a week. And … and you live here. And I’m in Rifthold, so …” She was babbling. She should stop. Actually, she should just stop talking. Forever.

You really should. Sadly, Celery doesn’t take her own advice.

Ilias is just like, “whatever, that’s cool fam,” and goes to his room. I can’t believe SJM is making me praise a character for respecting personal boundaries but holy shit, that’s how low the bar is with her characters.

Alone in the hallway, Celaena watched the shadows cast by the torches. It hadn’t been the mere impossibility of a relationship with Ilias that had made her pull away. No; it was the memory of Sam’s face that had stopped her from kissing him.

First off, that semicolon is making me wince when a comma would’ve sufficed better, so jot that down. Second, unghhhh I don’t care, I don’t give a shit about Celery’s sudden crush on Sammy! He deserves someone who will treat him right!

Ansel arrives late next morning to shoveling shit duty because she slept with Mikhail. Again, ask me if I give a fuck.

Out of the blue, Ansel gets all pissy and jealous of Celery training with the Mute Master. It’s so literally out of nowhere and so obviously shoehorned in just so there can be conflict. SJM looking up basic writing tips and was like, ‘Oh shit, my story has no conflict and I need a falling out before the final climax! Uhhh Ansel is mad at Celery, yeah okay.”

Celaena’s throat tightened, and she cursed herself for feeling so hurt by the words. She didn’t think the Master felt that way at all, but she still hissed, “Yes, my glorious fate. Shoveling dung in a barn. A worthy task for me.” “But certainly a worthy task for a girl from the Flatlands?” “I didn’t say that,” Celaena said through her teeth. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

Jesus Christ, Ansel, I think I hate you almost as much as I hate Celery. Ansel is one of those fucking assholes who twists around words of others and reblogs someones post with a shitty “So you’re basically saying you hate all of (x) people, are you OP?” guilt trip.

Celery is like ‘whatever, nobody cares about you reclaiming your shitty homeland even though it has nothing to do with our conversation and I only brought it up because the author wants us to hate each other now” and Ansel stomps off. Riveting Drama, this is, these characters are so well developed! I totally care about how this conflict will resolve itself!

#the worm reads: tab #the worm talks #anti sjm #anti targaryen #anti tog

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sonic forces review

EDIT: added day after thoughts under read more

Hey nyall! Time to review forces!

First, a broad, spoiler free, review. Under the cut will be a more in depth review containing spoilers for both, the main game AND episode shadow.

Please note that this is from the perspective of someone with adhd. I can’t tell how some of the things that peeved me would affect neurotypicals.

General info:

There is an easy and a hard mode. (hard mode is just normal mode “for ppl who played sonic before”) It took me 7 hours and 44 minutes to complete the entire game including episode shadow. Granted, I took quite a few breaks for breathers and shitpostingly liveblogging me playing the game on a discord server + I think I’m just bad at the game.

There are over 30 levels to play, of which a few did repeat and you just play with a different character, but it was still fun!

The hub map got increasingly confusing and hard to navigate and i really hate it now that i completed it because there’s too much happening at once on the screen.

Game play:

There was a Classic Sonic, Modern Sonic and Custom Character type game play.

I personally do not enjoy Classic Sonic game play but it was very well playable once I remembered I could use the arrow key pad instead of the left joystick.

Modern Sonic was often too fast in platforming sections and the absence of drift made sharp curves in 3D areas hard to handle, mainly when you activated boost (as the game intends you to). But it was very fun and refreshing to be able to boost again.

The Custom Character could use different wispons to do progress in the game. This is probably what has the most replay factor, as you can go back to levels using different wispons to clear new paths that you were previously unable to go through. The wispon use can be kinda sloppy at times, but once you get used to it it can be very fun.

The tag team game play was sloppy. It was never clear which character you are playing as right now (until later I realized you are playing both at the very same time ? I think? i am still confused).

Visuals:

The lighting in the cutscenes and levels often comes short and can even ruin the atmosphere at times. A lack of detail in some scenes undermines this.

The characters are not as expressive as they could be, but there are some iconic expressions to spot throughout the game.

Sometimes camera angles shift weirdly or zoom out too much (some times the character even blends in with the stage and you don’t see it at all anymore when you are in movement) and you lose track of your character and most probably fall off the stage or get hurt. Sometimes there is also a little too much going on in the background.

On the contrary, the game had also tried to pull quite a few visually stunning shots and lighting in both levels and cutscenes.

It is overall still better than previous games because it has more heart and life in it and I hold it dear.

Overall feelings about the game:

The game had mostly been very fun! There was a lot of variety between stages and the wispons gave the gameplay a very fresh kick.

Some stages were frustrating because the character was too fast/very hardly visible for the platforming and I ended up dying a lot in the same spot.

Not to say too much about the story, but Classic Sonic was pure fanservice and was not important to the plot whatsoever and the game would’ve done very well without him.

Character development was pretty absent.

The pacing of the game in general was very sloppy and almost even uncomfortably fast (rushed) and bland.

Most of the levels were very short to a point where you’d expect there to be multiple acts of it because you refuse to accept that this was already the end of it.

The story had some strong points, though, and the music was absolutely phenomenal, like always, BUT the music was not as recognizable as it was in previous games. I played the final boss only a very few hours ago and i cannot remember the tune to it at all.

The game had a lot of potential but it was executed rather sloppily than exceptionally.

All in all this game gets a 7/10 for effort from me.

because im very generous and i still had fun and was hyped and enjoyed it despite all the annoying parts. I mean i am also 06fucker69

Longer and more in depth review including spoilers under the cut

!!!! WARNING SPOILERS START HERE !!!!

I will try to stay in chronological order, but that is the first thing that is kinda peeving me in this game.

(warning i quickly grew tired and couldn't write anymore but i forced myself to finish)

The time skips and flashbacks are inconsistent and have a harsh transition. For example the 6 months between Sonic’s defeat and the recruitment of the Rookie is just white text on a black screen that isn’t even narrated. Sometimes the time between perspectives is very disorted and you forget about Classic and Tails while you are busy with another mission that is forced upon you thanks to the linear 1 perspective story.

I would’ve had a 3 perspective story, with 3 story modes. Each story mode would explore the same story from the different perspectives like in SADX, SA2, heroes and Sonic the hedgehog 2006. (mostly 06 though)

The stages were perfectly arranged and build to be incorporated into a 3 perspective story. Classic might have had more time for character development and relevance. Also more, mostly consistent, time with him would make us more attached and feel actual emotions about his parting in the very end.

The idea of having Mania connect with forces like that and have a “reason” for Classic to appear is good, but Classic just arrives and is there. For not reason at all besides the sake of being there in order to please 2d/classic enthusiast fans. Great concept in theory, sloppily executed though.

Modern Sonic

The game play was very sloppy as Sonic just could fall off the stage and you just had a very huge lack of control of his speed. Mostly when you were in boost in a place that intended you to boost. The absence of drift was very unnerving.

The thing about Sonic being imprisonment was just. so..... unrealistically done. Sonic just came out of the cage and he’s been doing just fine. But he’s gotta be down, because couldn’t run. He absolutely hates being stuck in a place and it’s been SIX FUCKING MONTHS. The bars are also so far apart he can just slip out. Also Sonic can easily break out of prison.

This was not the first time he was imprisoned. In SA2 he had a far greater emotional response, and he broke out the moment he knew what he had to do to make things right. (He volunteered to be imprisoned in SA2, in forces he was forced in prison.)

This is not just out of character for him, but also very lazy writing. The time skip between was badly done, in a black screen with text. No context as to why Silver is suddenly here (if you didn’t read the comic you have no idea whats going on) or how the resistance formed.

Everyone thinks Sonic died, Knuckles is very upset and admits he cant get used to him being gone; and suddenly he gets the news that Sonic is fine and it doesn't trigger any emotional response in him. Or anyone really much besides Amy; who had refused to believe he died in the first place.

He just immediately goes on a mission and fights Infinite.

Tag Team

It was a very good idea to incorporate this mechanic and was mainly well done and fun; the double and triple boost was a nice lil kick off to regular gameplay.

As mentioned was it never clear who you are playing right now and it didn’t warn you about swiches. It could’ve been done better with the heroes mechanics of swicharound. There were more than enough characters to have multiple teams that could be playable.

Avatar

The custimization options aren’t spectacular, but that was not to be expected. I was positively surprised to have the option to chose between 3 voices.

Villains

Chaos is. Just there. He wasn't even a boss. He was just there for the shock value/fan service.

The Metal Sonic fight was okay.

Zavok was annoying but okay and reasonable.

Shadow wasn’t even a bossfight he was also just shock-factor. He joined the team but was of very little value. (Except for DLC, will talk abt later.)

Infinite has 4 boss fights. And in the end he just vanishes. He’s basically still existent? I think? what happened? Are we just going to accept this?

The final boss was lame and not memorable at all. At least nega wisp phase 2 was iconic.

Infinite

Infinite is a very interesting character with much potential, which they sadly didn't really use much at all except for him being extra. He didn't show off much of his personality and we couldn't learn to appreciate/hate him.

The game doesn't mention much about his origin, so you will have to read the online comic in the social medias to understand. This might be good marketing to get consumers to consume media on different platforms, but it does not make much sense for newcomers who know nothing about Sonic and don’t follow the social medias to begin with.

Someone who just picked up the game and it’s their first Sonic game.... They won't understand shit.

I want to see more of him. He got so much potential to grow and ultimately redeem himself. Maybe in a future game? Or in the comics at least.

Episode Shadow

The 3 levels were well. One time it was a sonic level but with shadow and some lil things changed. The other was a custom character level but with shadow. The other was just generic 2d platforming with cubes. None of these were long or new. It was fun, sure, but it wasn't exciting.

I was kinda peeved that even though infinite was revealed, we still didnt get to see his face.

Visuals

Lighting harsh, sometimes interesting, but not completely fleshed out/good/atmospheric.

There are scenes/levels that have stunning visuals (the sonic level in space and the scene with the sun.) even when its not perfect.

Just. The characters sometimes float above the ground and the lighting is very white and harsh and not atmospheric. (The colors are meessed up and too bright. The characters look like they have a completely different light source from the environment)

EDIT: A DAY AFTER ADDITIONS

okay so a day after, replaying some stages, I still think the game is very fun.

There are quite a few things that are peeving me still. I just remembered the whole null space thing, which is totally wasted potential. You could’ve had a few levels in that space with fucky gravity and weird cube shit going, but you just had to double boost out and that was it.

Many tricks the villain packs out are treated as something they can oercome easily and they just. Win “because they always do”.

I want to see the heroes doubt themselves and have character development. The only character that does have character development at all is the custom character. Infinite arguably does undergo some development too; in episode shadow.

There is a lot of potentials for DLCs and I hope they release them and have more characters playable.

#sonic forces #sonic forces spoilers #long post #shadows logbook

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THIS CHAPTER: Bumbleby: Light teasing, light domming, teacher-student roleplay, handjob, striptease, trampling fetish, masturbation display, premature ejaculation, cunnilingus, sixty-nine, ball-licking.

[Also it's really long...]

A swirl of emotions was churning within Blake Belladonna's chest as she walked the hallways of Beacon Academy. Yang had not been in their room, the library, or the gym. Not in the cafeteria, either. There weren't very many places left to check now.

There were multiple reasons for her wanting to find her battle partner. Firstly, she just missed her company. Secondly, it had been a couple of days since their encounter in the broom closet. It seemed prudent that they at least bring up the topic of Weiss.

How did she feel about Weiss, anyway? That was the question of the hour. The petite heiress was certainly attractive, and she considered her a friend. However, that was where her feelings ended. Yang was the only woman for her so far as romance was concerned.

And yet...

She had felt that heat against her leg. It had added to her own, spurred it onward. She was absolutely positive that it was purely part of the situation and nothing to do with her being attracted to Weiss. The question remained, however: should they keep doing things together, or should she limit her future liaisons to Yang and Yang only?

As her hand reached for the door to the campus auto shop, the Faunus knew one thing for sure: she didn't have any desire to be alone with Weiss. That was one question for which she already had an answer, even if it was the only one.

Meanwhile, Yang's thoughts were flooded with her current task. That was fitting a few new parts on Bumblebee, her pride and joy. Some replacements for the engine, and parts for the exhaust. All the more to have some extra speed and precision to the drive. She had somewhat hoped it would be a surprise for Blake, since she enjoyed the speed of the drives. Perhaps it would even flare up some of her feelings...

But one thing she didn't expect was for Blake to come in, not when she was wearing her mechanic clothing, being a pair of greasy overalls and a rather tight fitting tank top, equally greasy.

For whatever reason, Blake felt hesitant to speak up when she saw Yang working. Maybe this wasn't a good time. Maybe she should come back later. Maybe Yang didn't need to even be with an anti-social fool like herself, since she had Weiss already - but that was an old refrain she was beginning to ignore more effectively. Taking a deep breath, she waited until Yang wheeled out from under the motorbike on her trolley, wiping her forehead.

"H-hey, partner."

"Oh, hey kitty cat!" She grinned, wiping the sweat from her brow with one of her oily rags. It made a change to see her looking as filthy as this; even her hair had managed to get grubby in places.

Still, she got up right away, wiping her hands on the rag. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing." That was a lie, and Blake kicked herself mentally for saying it instead of catching it beforehand. "Just wanted to talk to you, but you look kind of... busy."

"Not too busy for yooouuuuu!" She placed the rag on the seat of her bike, before leaning back against it. "C'mon, spill the beans!"

"Are you sure? I mean, you were pretty deep in your bike there." Now all Blake wanted to do was run, and wanted to give Yang every opportunity to let her. It took all her will just to keep from doing it anyway.

"That Bumblebee can wait. These two bumblebees, however..." She pointed back and forth to the Faunus and herself, smirking smugly. "We can't. Come over here, or do you want me to clean up first?"

"No, don't go to any trouble." For her part, Blake glanced around the room for a surface she could sit on without soiling her perfectly white shorts. Finally, she settled on a work stool that looked like it had been a recent addition. "So..."

"Sooo..." Yang looked to the floor a moment, biting her lip in the awkward silence.

"So about Weiss. I know we haven't really talked about her and I springing the, um, the threesome on you." Blake felt silly now for having dropped her voice for that single word, but she plunged ahead. "And I'm not really sure how I feel about it, anyway. Did... did you have any thoughts?"

She folded her arms, taking in a deep breath. "I won't deny, I enjoyed it. A lot, actually." But when seeing that didn't seem to be exactly what she wanted to hear, she continued, "I-It's not always like that, though. Having... threesomes all the time. That's not what I'm interested in."

"Okay," Blake breathed in relief. "Not that I never want to have one again! Just... yeah, I think I want you all to myself more often. If that's okay."

"Of course." That was exactly what Yang wanted also. As much as she loved a little fun with Weiss, she enjoyed the company of her battle partner more. And she certainly craved to have her on her own. She was certainly glad to have this moment to talk about it.

"I still wanted to take you back out to that club, have a ride on Bumblebee again."

A small smile came to Blake's face as she remembered the ride home from the club. How close their bodies had been. The scent of Yang's hair, equal parts citrus and motor oil. The very same oil she was now coated in.

"You're so cute when you're all messy," Blake sighed. Then she ducked her head, embarrassed. She hadn't meant that to sound so forward!

"Really? Didn't think you'd go for the grease monkey look! ...No offense to Sun meant by that," she teased, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. It was obvious how messy that was as well, certainly not the shimmering gold like it usually was.

"Not monkeys, but... you just look really... I can't explain it," Blake finally admitted, licking her lips and turning her eyes away from Yang for a moment to try and clear her head. Why was she so swept away by her current look? It made little sense, given that she'd seen Yang after battle and in other situations where she was a bit dirtier than usual. This specific type of dirt, however... it awoke something in her that she didn't even know existed.

"Fair enough. I won't run out and buy a fake tail for you then." She continued to tease, moving over to the desk to pack some of her tools away. She could always finish her work on Bumblebee later.

For now, however, she needed to talk to Blake before anything did develop, if it did. And judging by the little gleam in the Faunus's eyes… it had better be now.

"Hey... about that in the cupboard... There's something I gotta mention. Something I assume Weiss hadn't told you."

That did draw Blake's attention, and she was almost grateful for the subject change. "Oh? What didn't Weiss tell me?"

"... Oh boy." How on earth could she begin explaining this? Would Blake be scared? Or worse? But it didn't matter now, so much... Did it? "Do you remember a few weeks back, Weiss got into that Dust accident? When Ruby made a mini explosion that sent her to the hospital wing?"

"Yeah, kind of." Blake had forgotten about it completely. Once it turned out that Weiss was just fine, she had put it out of her mind. Things like that happened all the time at Beacon, after all. "What about it?"

"Well... It did something to her..." This was when things were starting to get tricky. Not only did she have to explain how it changed her body, but it was also to explain how she got together with her in the first place. "It changed... her biological sex, I guess. Or part of it? Anyway, she didn't know what to do when it happened at all, or how it worked, and was so confused. That was actually how she and I ended up getting together, through me helping her... Loosen herself up."

"Wait, what are you saying to me? That Weiss was a man? When was this?" Already very confused, Blake stood and folded her arms over her chest. "I think I'd remember seeing Weiss turned into a guy, wouldn't I? She's been the same as ever – and I definitely felt a vagina against my leg in the closet. Just saying."

"No, she was still a she the whole time, of course. But that area? Not a vagina for a while." Seeing that Blake didn't understand still, she continued. "She has it changed back now, thanks to the nurse, but at the time... There was a lot of stuff she enjoyed doing with her having what guys normally have... So she asked how to remake the formula for it. And now she has mixtures for each. So if she wanted to... She could switch back and forth."

"Oh. So it only... oh." She felt an odd tingle in her lower area, but it wasn't exactly one of arousal; just an odd feeling. Weiss was really walking around campus with a male organ? For how long? That accident had been a couple of weeks ago, which left a lot of time between then and when they had their three-way.

"That... makes me feel a little uncomfortable," Blake said. "And maybe that's silly, I know, but thinking about her sleeping in the same room with us while she had a... a... it's probably only because I didn't know about it, and am finding out way after the fact. But that's weird."

"Hey, just 'cause she had a dick didn't make her any less Weiss." Of course Yang had had more experience with said organ then Blake ever had, and also had an interest in guys, which Blake did not. So she had experienced her share of that. "I know, at first, I kinda thought it was weird, too. But I thought, it's not my place to say anything. It's her body, her choice. Right?"

"That's true, of course!" Blake protested, feeling like she had really stepped in it this time. "I d-didn't mean she wasn't... hey, I only found out two seconds ago, give me a few more seconds to adjust to the idea! People don't normally just switch out their anatomy, you know?"

"Well... That brings me to another thing…" Truth be told, there was something else she had been hiding from Blake. Something that large overalls hid pretty darn well.

"She's prepared tons of them, as in, doses of the Dust formula to alter that part of the anatomy. Back and forth. And it's perfectly safe to do so. And she offered for... Well, if we ever wanted to, to use them. In case we wanted to spice things up."

At that, Blake forced a somewhat uncomfortable laugh. "If you're offering me some of it, the answer is 'no, thank you.' Interesting concept, but I'm pretty happy with what I have." The idea of the human phallus had never done a single thing for the Faunus. Yes, she had once considered herself to be heterosexual, but even then she had just assumed that whoever she ended up with would be someone she would love enough that she wouldn't mind touching it. Not that she had a particular disgust or hatred, just disinterest.

"Well, not you. Because you seem to be more interested in being the... Let's say, bottom?" But the instant that left her lips, Yang held her guard up, half expecting to be told off for being rude.

"Bottom? The bottom of what?" Then her eyes flew open. "OH! I... people really use terms like that in real life?"

"Bottom, sub, there are way more, but they're the more... Dignified terms. Anyway, we're getting off subject!" She once again moved some of her hair behind her ear, seeming to be nervous about the next suggestion. "I meant if... If I… took some. Would save us using a fake one, right?"

Blake felt herself flinch. It was her instinctive reaction, and she instantly regretted it; the next instant, she was pretending she never had. Obviously this was something Yang might be interested in, and she didn't want to come off as too dismissive.

"Well... I'd have to think about whether or not I'm interested in, you know... um... with it." Then she hurried to add, "But I mean, it's an idea. Wait, have you already used a fake one?"

"We have before. Let's just say, even if Weiss had the real deal, she didn't mind being entered herself." She the scratched the back of her head nervously. Seems she had thought too far ahead too soon. Considering now she was crossing her legs. "T-think about it... sure... okay..."

Blake was too busy with a new image to notice Yang's legs moving. Weiss preferred to be entered instead of having the "real deal"? That either meant they had compared the two, meaning Yang had owned a dick before, or...

"I don't wanna ask too many questions about what you guys have done," Blake said nervously, "but... when you say she wanted to be 'entered', what do you mean?"

"As in... While she was waiting for the cure for herself, we experimented around. I bought said fake phallus... and, well…"

The nervous laughter returned with a vengeance. "Oh, s-so... so you've done THAT! Well, okay! That's fine, it's- yeah!" Her face had to be bright red by now. Yang and Weiss were leagues ahead of her in terms of sexual exploration. How could she ever hope to catch up. "Ummm, so how did she like it?"

"Honestly? I think that's why she liked having that part so much. Because people with dicks feel more... there." Right away though, she could tell that their conversation was putting Blake off. They had done far more then she had, and possibly it was a lot of stuff Blake wanted to try. "H-hey, with Weiss though, it's just fun. That's all."

"Yeah, the two of you have a lot of fun. Apparently with whole other parts of the anatomy." That had come out sounding a lot more passive-aggressive than she had meant, so she quickly added, "I mean... okay, so tell me what it's like, touching one. When people say it gets 'hard', I mean... how hard? I'm curious."

"Well now, that's different for each person. One guy, felt like a banana. Without the peel. That did NOT feel good." Perhaps more description then that was needed, or at least to describe a good one. "The best? It felt like... Like a firm cucumber."

Blake's head tilted slightly to one side. "Really? Hmm... I guess that's not so bad. Was Weiss more of a cucumber than a banana?"

That brought heat to her cheeks, and was making her cross her legs firmer. "Definitely the cucumber side."

"I see," Blake giggled. Watching Yang be so flustered about this topic was setting her mind at ease. After all, she had a semblance that let her leave after-images, Weiss could create ice and fire from nothing with the power of Dust. This wasn't completely outside the realm of possibility. Still, she'd had enough of contemplating dark thoughts.

"How about," she cooed as she paced over to Yang's side, "you describe what you and she did the last time you were together? When she had a 'cucumber', I mean."

"What we last did?" she asked, trying to make sure what was between her legs wasn't becoming obvious. But the more she thought about it, the harder that task was becoming. "She bent me over a sink."

Two different sensations welled up in Blake; one of amusement, and one of arousal. She also felt just the tiniest hint of jealousy that it was Weiss instead of herself, but that feeling was beginning to fade the more she got used to the notion of Yang's polyamorous nature.

"Really? She... took you while you were bent over the sink, eh?"

"Yes... Aaaand she…" Swallowing, she clenched her eyes shut. Might as well admit the whole truth. "She had a finger in my... in my rear."

"Really?" Blake breathed in mild surprise. Perhaps it would have been more startling if she hadn't just learned that the prim and proper Schnee had received an entire phallus in that area. Compared to that, someone as gung-ho as Yang opening for a single digit was only slightly unusual. And very intriguing. "Was it... I mean, um, did you like it?"

"I-I did," she confessed. "It felt... different." All this thinking about previous ventures was certainly doing something to her, as she went to adjust her position she lowered her hands, seeming to try and hold something in place.

Blake only took the fidgeting to mean that Yang was aroused in the usual manner. As she slowly lowered herself to crouch over Yang, she smiled and reached up to tuck one of her currently-unruly blond locks behind an ear. "Maybe... I could help you with that. Someday." She honestly didn't know how she felt about doing that, but it didn't sound all that unpleasant.

"Maaaaybe you will…" This was bad. Blake had her pinned, knew she was aroused, and wasn't going to let her escape. What on earth was going through her mind when she thought Blake would like this surprise?! She should have asked first!

If the Faunus woman were to lean any closer...

Unfortunately for Yang, that is precisely what Blake did an instant later as she grazed her lips against hers, humming into the chaste kiss. Chaste, yet long. The raven-haired girl made no movement to withdraw as her leg dropped between Yang's, knee just inches from her center and growing ever closer.

Allowing her eyes to fall shut, Yang was powerless to stop what was coming. Powerless to stop the arousal that was building in her underwear, and powerless to stop the leg of the Faunus. It didn't brush into soft wet lips. Instead, it brushed into Yang's ever hardening banana of her own.

The kiss wore on, but slowly Blake movements came to a stop as she noticed the feeling against her knee. That was... unexpected. Her leg pushed against it experimentally, and felt its gentle give. Then she rolled her eyes, pulled back and smiled down at Yang.

"Is somebody wearing a special surprise just for me?" Blake asked in the cutesy voice of a children's programming host.

"Um... Heh, wearing..." Now she was beginning to laugh nervously. The more Blake continued to grind her knee against said object, the harder it seemed to get. Not to mention, it did make her let out a quiet sigh... Yang had feeling there!

"You acted all surprised I came in here, too," Blake snorted between kisses against Yang's throat. The scent of sweat was so strong, and it only spurred her on. They were very steadily working toward another encounter. Maybe Blake had wanted this to happen from the instant she stepped into the garage. Clearly, Yang had.

That still didn't make sense, though. Drawing back to look into her partner's violet eyes, she asked, "Were you planning on finding me after you were done in here? I mean, you definitely planned ahead if you're already wearing it."

"B-Blake... You're m-making me..."

Feeling the breath against her neck was driving her insane, and as the leg didn't give up, the sex beneath began to throb. Already, there was a thin bead of sweat headed down her forehead, in addition to how sweaty she already was. It wouldn't take anything to figure it out now.

Something was definitely off, though Blake hadn't quite sorted what it was. Yang was very worked up over a few kisses. Was it merely the knowledge of what they were doing and where? Of what she was hiding?

Then what she was hiding throbbed again. Either Yang had moved her hips and she just didn't notice, or...

Blake stopped moving completely, their cheeks pressed together from where she had been moving inward to bite Yang's earlobe. Weiss had an accident that resulted in an anatomical change. She had been cured. Several doses of both formulas were made. Yang knew about this. Yang...

"Yes... I wanted to surprise you," she confessed, swallowing to compose herself again. "B-but not exactly… with a fake one."

Again, Blake pushed against the phallus. The very real phallus. She wanted to scream, cry, run away... but her innate curiosity was also burning brighter than it ever had. Maybe she was a little scared of actually approaching one after all, but she also simply had to know what it was like. What Yang was like when she had that attached to her body.

"I-it was a stupid idea, I'm sorry! I was just curious, forgot to take the anti-formula and... Well, here I am."

Now her cheeks were completely red raw. She felt awful. Not only was this humiliating for herself, but it was for Blake as well. Blake had been stimulating her without even knowing it.

"No, that's... that's fine," Blake said, still moving her leg against the length. It was rigid, but gave easily at the lightest pressure. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but the fact that it moved somehow brought her relief. "It's your body, you can do what you want. Were you... I mean, did you plan on using this on Weiss, or on... me?"

"Well... It was just for me at first. B-but then I thought... Maybe for you."

As she said those words, she realised how stupid it sounded. She lost her virginity yesterday! And now she was wanting to experiment?!

"That's very presumptuous of you." Blake tried to be mad. Part of her really wanted to stand up and walk away, to leave Yang to think about where her mind had gone. Of course, she cared for Yang too much to ever be that mean. Therefore, instead...

"Yeah, you shouldn't assume such things. That was naughty." Her hand drifted down to slide over the head through the coveralls. "You've been a very naughty boy."

"I know it was stupid, it was dumb, it was- wait what?" Suddenly she stared down at her girlfriend. She wasn't running, wasn't screaming, wasn't even, god forbid, slapping her for it. Blake was playing along...

"Y-you heard me," Blake said in a shaky voice as she trapped it between her leg and her hand. Her nervousness couldn't be so easily erased, but touching it seemed to be helping a little at a time. The fact that it was attached to somebody who so obviously cared about her was also a boon. "Little boy thought he could trick me into being bad right along with him, huh?"

There was a shaky sigh as she felt her new found hardness brushing against Blake's hand. Even through her thick overalls and shorts, it was so soft. Blake's touch always was. Beautifully delicate.

"Y-yeah... he has..." She played along, still blushing manically. "And he's still pretty grubby from all this hard work."

Being reminded about the grime Yang was coated with from Bumblebee only made Blake close her eyes to weather the surge of lust that came over her. She didn't really want to do anything with a penis, did she? With Yang's… maybe. With anyone else's, definitely not. However, she clearly wanted to play with Yang a while longer.

"How did my little boy get so dirty? Being bad again." Mentally, she ticked through a list of possibilities, and decided that "Mommy" might be a bit too awkward for the blonde. "Teacher will have to punish you."

"T-Teacher?" She repeated, but when the only response was a rather firm squeeze from the Belladonna, she sighed out yet again, shivering in pleasure. "Y-Yes, ma'am..."

"That's right, boy," Blake hummed, finally drawing her knee back... only to grasp Yang more firmly around her girth, stroking up and down the tiniest bit. "You thought you could poke me in the leg and have a laugh about it, didn't you? Well now you have to stay after class with me. How does that make you feel?"

"Hnn!" She tensed yet again, unable to help but let out yet another shiver of pleasure. When did Blake get so confident in these things? She was certainly wrong about her being the "bottom".

"That's not an answer," Blake teased, squeezing very slightly. Not enough to harm, just to hopefully prompt a response from the poor blonde.

Yet again, her sex began to throb in excitement. One thing was made sure, the Faunus wouldn't let her off easy for this. Did Yang even want to be gone easy on? She never had before... After all, she was the one who made the no touching rule.

"Makes me f-feel... Like I have misbehaved..."

Nodding to herself in some satisfaction, Blake reached up with her other hand and unfastened one of Yang's overall straps. "You did. Now, what does the boy think should be done to him since he misbehaved?"

"I-I.. don't think I have the authority to give my punishment, m-ma'am," she stammered, already feeling her overalls starting to drop down thanks to the tools in her pockets. She was only wearing her shorts underneath, not enough to hold her sex back.

"Really?" Blake breathed as she undid the other strap. The denim automatically dropped away past her tank top, revealing two examples of just how much she enjoyed her new sex being played with. "Ooh, looky there. I'm really getting to you."

Already, her sex was quite obvious beneath those shorts. Desperately being held back by the fabric, aching for release. And another sign was all the more obvious thanks to the thin bra and tank top. Was there a chill in the room?

Once sliding the overalls completely down to around Yang's ankles, Blake hesitated. They were about to engage in sexual things in a semi-public place again, and also when Yang was not entirely female. Were they both ready for that to happen? Keeping her hand only on Yang's thigh, she decided it needed to be addressed... but maybe she could do so without breaking their play.

"So has the bad little boy had enough of a lesson?" she asked, both eyebrows raised and head tilted. Hopefully, Yang would catch on.

Yang did take that moment to look around the room. This was a much more open location then the elevator, not to mention, it was echo-y. If someone were to come in, they would hear that this kind of activity was going on far beyond seeing them. In a way... That could play to their advantage. It was just where to hide.

Spying across the room again, she remembered the small curtain she had set up around her section. Of course, it would not block sound, but would buy them some time hiding wise. Keeping her gaze at it to drop the hint to close it. "I think I n-need some... Extra Studies."

Glancing over her shoulder, she did spot the curtain. "Private detention for one?" she purred as she rose and twitched it closed. "Very well. What shall we do to you first?"

Once it was shut, Yang placed both her hands on the seat of the bike, leaning right back against it as she awaited her punishment. Now that Blake seemed to be comfortable, she could regain some kind of control.

"Perhaps you want me to do private work, miss?"

"What kind of private work is that?" Blake asked as she began to unzip her shorts. It was true she was being seductive about it, but her motivation was to avoid getting them dirty. Besides, she had knickers on underneath.

"Maybe I can help you unwind..." Already, Yang had started to pull her shirt up and over her head, tossing it over on the desk. No fancy bras today, unfortunately.

"Maybe you can." The white shorts were now around her ankles, and she delicately stepped out of them and tossed them atop Yang's tank top before reaching up to undo her vest, which joined it a second later. "Maybe I want you to wind me up more."

That gave Yang an idea. A deliciously wonderful idea.

"Maybe I could... Perhaps you would like a seat on the bee?" she asked, stepping aside to pat the seat.

As Blake finished pulling her shirt over her head, she smirked. Now they were both down to their underwear, more or less. Her eyes flicked down to the delicious bulge, but she forced them back upward. Had she just thought of it as "delicious"?!

"Oh? And what would you have happen when I'm sitting on it?" Though she was already walking slowly toward it.

"I think I'd like to... Explore." As much as she wanted to make a pun of 'giving her a ride' she did not think that appropriate. Not at this stage, anyway. She would save that pun for later.

Once Blake was leaning back against the bike, the blonde began to run her hands down the Faunus's side, eventually landing on her hip to hold her in place.

"My teacher is... pretty damn gorgeous."

"Really?" Blake breathed, feeling nervous again. Every time so far. When would that wear off so she could just enjoy things? "You're not trying to butter me up to get out of your punishment, are you?"

"Absolutely not." She played along, leaning forward to press a few soft kisses on her cheek, slowly moving up to her ear. Hands were both finally resting on her teacher's hips, as she whispered in her ear. "Where should I start, miss?"

Sensing how close the throbbing arousal was made Blake very nervous indeed. Much moreso than before. Taking a shaky breath, she told her, "Wh-wherever you want." Then she recovered herself; that didn't suit the role. "That is, you have to bend down and polish my boots."

Of course Blake was wearing her black heels today. What else would such a gorgeous creature wear? And they were prefect for her to shine up. Backing away from her to take one of the cleaner rags from her desk, and some leather polish, she knelt to the woman's feet, awaiting further command before continuing. "As you wish."

"Thank you, boy." As Yang began to polish, Blake smiled slightly. This was a sort of cute, amusing punishment. Especially watching Yang's pretend-concentration in her features made her giggle, but she tried to stifle it quickly.

As she rubbed into each of the details, she inspected the texture of her boot carefully to be sure not to miss a spot. After all, it wasn't something she wanted to repeat right now, not when she could be doing something far more fun.

Perhaps she could work her way up.

"You know... I think these..." She dropped the rag, only to place her hands on the back of the faunus's calves. "Could do with some inspection too."

"Hey, you aren't done with my boots," Blake teased. But perhaps it was time to make the game a little more interesting, after all. "But you shouldn't polish them with the rag anymore. I want you to use... that." The tip of her boot tilted down to indicate the hardness tugging at the front of Yang's shorts.

Surely she meant the shorts though... Right?

"Oh... Of course. But miss, I'll have to wear the overalls back to my room if these get dirty."

"We can find other ways to punish the bad little boy if that bothers you." The Faunus issued it as a sort of challenge, though she would have been just fine with that. The only reason she considered it in the first place was because Yang's shorts were the same colour as the polish.

However, she did not mean the shorts. Not the shorts alone.

"V-very well ma'am." And then, she was just about to take them off...

"No no," Blake halted her. "I want you to polish my boots with what's in the shorts."

"WHAT?!" she couldn't help but shout out in surprise. But as soon as she heard the echo of her own voice around the room, she slapped her hand over her mouth, silencing her. Time to get back into the act. "B-but miss... Won't that hurt me?"

"Not through the shorts, it shouldn't." Blake shrugged casually. "But as I said, we can find other ways to make you pay if you can't handle that."

Yang wasn't one to back down from a challenge. Even one this strange.

"Fine."

Edging herself as close to the boot she could, she took her own ever hard length into her hand, making sure there was plenty of fabric around it, before she pressed it against the leather beneath.

Two instincts pulled at Blake now: one to laugh at the sheer absurdity of this moment, and one to be turned on. No matter how weird it was, Yang was actually rubbing her erection against her boots. Thrusting against them. Already, she was starting to feel guilty about getting polish all over her shorts, but she also knew it wasn't that big of a deal in the long run; a quick toss in the laundry and they'd be good as new.

"Does the bad little boy like his punishment?" she asked breathlessly.

In truth, the extra contact to her already solid erection was driving her crazy. She didn't know if to thrust against it, to just get it over and done with. One thing was sure, Blake was loving to watch her suffer. "Yes, miss."

Blake could tell this really was doing a number on Yang... and also that she seemed to enjoy the action. She had heard before that boys liked to put their dicks anywhere they would fit, but she had assumed that was just a joke of some kind. Was it true?

Gingerly, she brought the second boot over to Yang's hardness, pressing the sole gently against the top of it, trapping it between both shoes. "Go on," she breathed, watching intently, curious to see what might happen next.

"A-aah!" That was tight! Even if she wasn't applying much pressure, she could already feel a slight amount of pain from her sex being trapped in such an awkward position. But she had a challenge, that was for sure.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled her hips back, drawing her sex out of the small gap. All the while, it was making contact between the sole and the other boot. "NFF!"

"Are you alright?!" Blake asked urgently, leaning forward a bit. Now she felt stupid. Of course shoes weren't meant to be used in that fashion!

When she finally squeezed her sex free of the boots, she sighed softly with relief. It was not at all what she had been expecting. Polishing shoes with a dick, then having it stepped on... And yet...

"H-hey.. That wasn't so bad."

A huge gust of air flew out of Blake. That was a relief. It was also extremely arousing, even though she still felt strange about Yang even having such a thing attached to herself. Still, this felt like a weird but acceptable compromise: her partner could feel pleasure, and she had a thick layer of leather between herself and the questionable bits.

"Really?" she asked as she touched one shoe tip against the head, just pressing in the tiniest bit. "You like me stepping on you?"

"O-oh..." The pressure sent tingles up the length of her sex, and all over her body. Why did she enjoy this? Being stepped on can't be something to get off on, surely? Yet for Yang, it felt brilliant. "Y-yes, miss!"

Still both bemused and confused, Blake decided there was no reason to hold back. So long as she was very careful, there was no reason they shouldn't. Again, she brought the top of her other boot up to rest against the underside of Yang's arousal, shifting the other one down to cover the top side more fully.

"Oh... Yes..." She couldn't help but already try to shift her hips back and forth. And with the pressure, came the ever pleasuring friction, surging through her with each thrust, over and over. If she sat there and thrusted enough, she was sure she'd be a be able to push herself over the edge. It was just too good!

"Yeah," Blake panted, cheeks blushing. Silly as she had felt about things in the beginning, now she was finding this to be extremely erotic to watch. It was almost exactly like when they had been in the elevator. A little at a time, Blake began to shift her boots in time with Yang's thrusts, adding pressure occasionally but mostly just helping with the thrusting. "Yeah, teacher likes this, too..."

"Aaaah..."

But now she began to slow her movements. She knew how men worked. If she finished now, they wouldn't be able to finish their activities. Activities which Blake would be pleasured as well. And she didn't want that?

To keep in character, Yang raised her hand, to ask a question.

"Yes, pupil?" Blake said airily, grinding her sole down slightly. She only wanted to do it this time due to Yang not moving so much; it wouldn't hurt her while stationary.

"Aah! M-Miss, t-this isn't how you wanted me, was it? For me to finish here?"

It was more said to drop the hint, the hint that if she kept going, Yang would in fact finish in her pants. The temptation rose very powerfully to finish Yang off exactly in that way. To embarrass her just a little, and make her enjoy it a lot. But she drew the top boot away.

"Take it out. Let me... let me see it."

Looking up toward Blake again, she mouthed the words "you sure?" Already, however, she was raising her hands to her belt, unbuckling it ready to be taken off. As much as she wanted Blake to see her, she didn't want to frighten her at all.

The Faunus nodded, barely perceptible. If she didn't like it, she could always ask Yang to put it back. And it was Yang's arousal, not some random guy – not even a guy at all. Her Yang. She could handle this.

So the blonde went all the way. Pulling down her shorts, she lowered then to her knees. And then her hands fell on the elastic of her panties. Swallowing once again, she lowered them further, releasing the average length sex she had there. Rock solid, standing to action once it was no longer restrained. Beneath, two contrastingly soft orbs, very much a change from the hardness.

"Ohhh," Blake breathed involuntarily. It wasn't what she had been expecting. Then again, she wasn't sure WHAT she had expected before she saw it. Not that it was "pretty", but she couldn't deny it stirred feeling within her. Smiling very slightly, she asked, "Does that mean you enjoyed your little punishment?"

"Y-yes..." She yet again confessed. It was pretty obvious how much she enjoyed the punishment considering how close she felt already, the glistening on the tip. It was taking all her concentration to stop herself from finishing earlier then what they both wanted.

"W-what now, miss?"

"Can you... stroke it a little? Just to let me see what that looks like." Blake felt awkward about her request. Maybe if Yang could touch it, she could, as well. That wasn't very logical, of course, but it made sense to her in the moment.

"You really do like to watch, miss," she tried to joke, referring to the moment in the cupboard with Weiss. But right away the request was filled, and she wrapped one of her hands around it. Very slowly, she moved her hand up and down. It had to be slow if she didn't want this to end prematurely. "H-how's that?"

A little at a time, Blake began to lean forward. This was truly fascinating, watching this done. The way the tiny sack of flesh bounced in time with the movements, Yang's grip that seemed to be firm yet loose somehow. Most unexpectedly, the heady scent of arousal, so slightly different from what she had caught before from Yang and Weiss.

"Good, good... you naughty boy."

"Y-yes, miss... I am..." Her cheeks were red raw. All this torture, she could barely hold herself back anymore! She found herself having to stop the stroking, just to gain her breath a while.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Blake asked playfully, just barely touching it with the tip of her boot before drawing it away again. She didn't want to get "him" too dirty.

The slight contact from another person was enough. And it triggered the response Yang was trying so hard to avoid. With a low-toned moan, her sex began to throb again, shooting it's seed up into the air. The majority ended up back on Yang's panties, but a few drops landed on her 'teacher's' boots. That was not what she wanted right now!

Flushed with embarrassment, she quickly covered her eyes, groaning lowly.

Blake had literally flinched backward in surprise. That was awfully sudden, and awfully quick! Then again, she had been teasing her for a few minutes even before she knew about the altered anatomy. The sight of the thick, milky substance on her boots was both offensive and slightly arousing. Only the part where she knew it belonged to Yang did the second bit.

"My, my, my," she tsked, hands falling to rest on her hips. "Now look what you've done. Gone and made a mess, haven't we?"

Deep breathing was all that could be heard from behind the hands, as Yang tried to compose herself once more. But upon opening her eyes and seeing the 'damage', she swallowed again. All over those freshly polished boots...

"I'll... Re-shine them miss."

"Shine them the same way you did before, then." The smirk just would not leave her face now. That was only going to be amusing, wasn't it? Blake had no idea of how sensitive that organ could be immediately after finishing.

"... Oh fuck." Yang knew. Yang knew exactly how sensitive she would be after such activity. But she didn't want to disappoint. So, she pulled up her panties again, then her shorts. This time, the movements were slowed right down, in an effort not to hurt herself.

As she slid her now much softer length over the material, she constantly watched Blake's other foot. If she stepped on her this time, it would hurt.

Noticing Yang's hesitance and the slow speed with which she moved, Blake leaned in a little and whispered to her partner, "Are you doing alright down there?"

"Kinda... sore," she admitted, pushing once again against her boot to get rid of the last of her fluid, but as soon as it was gone, she quickly drew herself back, instantly letting it go again to spare herself any pain.

"Yang?" Frowning, Blake dropped her persona entirely and crouched down on the floor in front of her partner. Her fingers reached up and rested against her cheek. "Seriously, I didn't mean to hurt you or anything."

"No, no you didn't," she insisted, holding out her hands to show she was alright. But as she looked back up into the Faunus's eyes, she couldn't help but half close her own. Shrugging that off, she cupped her face, keeping the character.

"Can I assist you now, miss?"

Smirking and blushing, Blake said, "Very well, little boy. How would you assist me?"

"Perhaps some... Linguistic practice?" she asked, licking her lips in response. Gradually, her hands began to guide themselves down her sides, before resting on her hips.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll do." Wiggling the hips under Yang's hands, she asked, "Would you like me to hop up on the Bee again?"

"If you could, miss." She stood back up again, allowing her partner to get herself ready before she could continue.

Heart pounding in her throat, Blake eased herself backward until she was sitting on the seat of the motorcycle. The most surprising aspect of this was how much more nervous she was about this than she had been about Yang suddenly owning different equipment. That had to be down to undergoing Huntress training; she had seen some strange things indeed in the past year at the academy.

Once she was seated, Yang approached again. Unlike their previous ventures, she had a part to play. And she would remain as the submissive party, keeping her touches gentle and her movements slow as she placed her hands back on Blake's hips. It was also the best thing to ease her nervousness. The last thing she wanted to so was scare her partner.

In anticipation of Yang's approach, her thighs parted slightly more, trying to find a comfortable position for what was to come. True, they were currently playing the roles of teacher and student, but she had no real desire to make Yang work harder for this part than usual. Mostly because it would be her first time enjoying this particular activity. Why complicate things?

And right away, Yang got to work. She began to kiss at Blake's legs, continuing her way upward as she travelled to her inevitable goal. No sense in going straight for the goal when there was time to spare!

"Ooh..." Blake knew she had to be a mess just on the other side of her undergarment. Watching Yang serve her in all those ways had been slightly stimulating, if a little strange given the unusual circumstances. Add into that the light teasing at her hips and thighs, and it was a wonder she wasn't panting with heat already. What would Yang think of her? She hoped nothing bad.

It certainly wasn't bad. In fact, as she breathed in deeply close to centre, she caught the very scent of Blake's juices. That alone was enough to bring her own to a triumphant return. But first things were first, and she continued to kiss inward toward her sex.

"Miss... You smell amazing."

Humming quietly, Blake allowed her eyes to drift closed at the light sensations. Yang was so good to her. How could she ever have questioned her intentions due to Weiss's involvement when she truly knew the character of her battle partner?

"Thank you, boy." Heeled boots raised up and rested against Yang's shoulders as she leaned back, the fingers of one hand curling around a handlebar. "Now... how do I taste?"

"I'm about to find out..."

In a change of plans, she took the fabric into her teeth, making sure to not bite the sensitive skin underneath as she moved it to one side. And once the soaked garment was out of the way, she dived right in.

Right away, her tongue pressed into the wet folds, moving gradually up and down the length of her sex. And then to her left lip... Then to her right... It would seem Yang Xiao Long had done her homework.

Two gasps came out of Blake in a row; one when she saw how Yang pulled aside her underwear, and again when a writhing tongue traced its way up her vulnerable flesh. This was as good as fingers – better in some ways! Her head slowly fell back as she began to pant heavily, chest heaving and pulse thundering in her ears.

All these noises were making Yang's arousal worse again. It didn't take too long for her to already feel it pushing back up against her underwear. Perhaps their games could keep going after all, rather than ending embarrassingly early. Still, she was determined to hear more. And she would achieve that by licking further upward, once again brushing against the small nub at the top of her sex.

"A-AAAHH!" Blake moaned out, shivering and shaking. Yang had scarcely begun, and already she was moving so much that she nearly pitched herself off the motorcycle! Trying not to smash her thighs together and trap the soft face between them, she instead concentrated on opening herself up as much as she could, giving Yang full access.

Hearing such moans echo around the room were making the blonde nervous, and yet even more turned on. Anyone could walk in any moment and hear Blake calling out in pure bliss. Perhaps that was exactly what she wanted. For someone to know it was happening.

But this time, Yang didn't want her to do it alone. She wanted to share her own finish with Blake's.

"Miss," she breathed against the soaking wet sex. "You taste so good… but wouldn't you want... a ride?"

"A... ride?" Her mind was too filled with arousal to catch on without being led slightly. Why would she want to stop now just to ride Yang's motorcycle?

"Yes. A-a ride... and not on Bumblebee." She looked up to her from between her legs, pressing a soft kiss at the tender sex. "I-if you'd want to, ma'am."

At that, Blake felt a quiver run through her body – one that very nearly loosed a stream of something into Yang's face that would probably have ruined the moment. Did she want a ride on THAT?! Her instinctive answer was "NO!", but she didn't want to decide so hastily. They were made to fit inside what she had, after all. On the other hand, she was quite enjoying the sensations of fingers and tongues.

What DID she want?

"Can... can I take a closer look first? While you do what you're doing."

From this position, that would be very awkward. As much as she agreed it would be a good idea, it would mean Blake getting down from the bike. Perhaps if she took her shorts off...

"Shall I undress, ma'am?"

"Yes, please." Her heart thumped in her throat. At least if she could get a good look at it, she might be better prepared for what they might do. "Strip for teacher."

At that, she backed off from Blake's sex, standing again as she held into her shorts, pushing then down slowly for Blake's viewing pleasure. And then, her underwear followed. This time, she made sure to pull it down ever so slowly, trying to impress her teacher. Also to assist with such things, she began to shake her hips side to side, helping her underwear fall low.

The shaking had another effect that held Blake's attention quite soundly: the erect evidence of Yang's mood bounced from side to side. For whatever reason, those movements were quite mesmerising. She still preferred Yang with her original equipment, it was true, but this bore some further investigation.

In a matter of seconds, Blake was already kneeling on the floor next to Yang's ankles. Playfully, she reached up and traced her finger over one knee. "Will the naughty boy lay down, or shall I?" In truth, she'd only vaguely heard of this position in her books, so she wasn't sure which of them was supposed to be where.

For Blake's benefit, she decided it best for her to be the one to lay down. That way, at least if she was uncomfortable, she could make a quick escape. And so she bent down, laying back against the floor. Of course, her sex was standing right to attention.

Despite what they had discussed, Blake crept forward, peering down at the object. It was most certainly pointing up at her, like a little flagpole. Secretions from earlier lightly coated the surface, and she couldn't avoid the pungent, earthy scent wafting over her now. From what she had heard, it wasn't that uncommon for people to put their mouths on them, but she wasn't sure that would be any fun for her.

So instead, she began to pet it gently with two fingers, trailing down from her head to the small, taut sack below. That also interested her. When she touched it, the skin began to pucker very slightly, and she tried not to grin in amusement.

"Aa-ha!" That began to make Yang both laugh and breathe out in pleasure. It was a rather tickley sensation to say the least. But to have her end of the bargain, she lay her head right back, only to then place her hand on Blake's hip. "Would you like a seat?"

Blushing to her roots, Blake whispered, "Teacher wants that very much." Then she turned until her hips were hovering above Yang's face, a knee on either side. Now the thickness was just in front of her face, upside-down and still ready as ever. This truly was the perfect position for her to take it past her lips, but the idea was still somewhat repulsive to her, even as she couldn't get it out of her mind.

Maybe if she just tried it. Maybe then she would know for sure. Gulping, the Faunus leaned in and pressed the very tip of her tongue against the ruddy bell end, tasting the thick, salty fluid.

"Whoa, B-Blake!" she couldn't help but call out, even as Blake's sex was so utterly close to her face. She couldn't let Blake beat her! Not at the game she was the best at.

And so, she leant up, pressing her tongue back into the soft skin again, taking deep breaths in through her nose to take in her scent. Once more, her tongue was making its gradual route up and down her labia. She had to one up her.

"A-ah, oooh!" Blake sighed when Yang pressed against her, taking long licks of her without even the tiniest bit of hesitance. As she bucked in response, she felt the entire sticky length slap against one side of her face. How degrading! Then again, it wasn't degrading if no one else were to see it and no more so than her stepping on "him" earlier was for Yang. How could she ever have wanted to take that into her mouth?

Then again... the smooth, tight little sack was closer to her now. Deciding to pay Yang back for her sudden diligence, she pounced on it with her mouth, licking all over the soft skin as a delicate hand held the phallus gently to one side.

"MMM!" She moaned out once more against the wet sex pressed on her face. Blake was good at this it seemed! With each of the Faunus's licks, it was possibly bringing her closer to yet another orgasm. How was two in such little time possible?! It certainly felt different compared to when Weiss was licking her female sex. And yet, the pleasure was all the same. Something she needed more of.

A shiver shot through Blake from the moaning against her quivering flesh as she drew one of the balls between her lips. Yang really enjoyed this as much as she enjoyed attention to the shaft? That was surprising. She'd never heard or read of that part being paid any attention during a romantic liaison. As she very gently rolled the oval-shaped bit around in her mouth, her fingers began to slide up and down the girth beside it.

"Oh... Oh!" Finding her sex throbbing once more, and the feeling building in her stomach, she forced herself to stop a moment, placing her hands on both of Blake's thighs again as she regained her breath.

"Miss... Miss, you're just so good! If this keeps going I might… f-fire another one off!"

That made Blake come to an instant halt, though the testis was still in her mouth. She really did want Yang to be happy, and going at her full-tilt would certainly accomplish that! Still... maybe it would be best if she waited until her climax was closer. Not that it wasn't already building fast.

"Are you... really? So soon?" A thought came to her. If she went slowly, gently, maybe Yang would be receptive. Her fingers flexed, pushing the well-groomed nails into the tender flesh. "What a baaaad boy you are."

There was another wince in pain, as the blonde couldn't help but draw her legs close together again, instinct kicking in. Was this Blake's way of trying to stop her coming before she could? Perhaps it would work. She didn't exactly know how her new sex worked.

"I am," she managed to say. "I am... for not bringing it up with you before becoming a bad boy, miss."

The salty skin against the Faunus's tongue was wonderful. For whatever reason, she was much more receptive to that than to tasting Yang's essence before. Perhaps it was because that was a fluid, and this was just skin, which she had already kissed before. Maybe from that point, she could work up to licking Yang's sex... whatever shape that would have when the time arrived.

"I can feel it throbbing," Blake breathed as she continued to smooth her tongue over the soft red skin below the erection. "In my hand, against my fingertips. Does it always throb like this?"

"I-it does... It's excited to SEE YOU!" That last part was a squeal, from when Blake's finger flicked beneath the head. Seemed there in particular was very sensitive, indeed! The whole thing was throbbing, desperate for more attention, desperate for something more.

"Ma'am... Can we have... a practical session?"

As she pulled back, Blake dropped her other hand to cup the soft sack and massage it earnestly. "A practical session... of what kind?"

How could she do this and still have it in her play? She wanted to take Blake. She craved to feel her lips – either set at that point – wrapped around her throbbing sex. But Blake was so oblivious and nervous about it, she had no idea how to begin.

"Something that involves reproduction..."

At that last word, Blake's thighs twitched together. She stopped trying to stimulate the phallus below her. This was an entirely different matter from all their play up until this point. Put it inside of herself? She couldn't! Was Yang trying to give her "a litter", as her father would have said? Neither of them were ready for that!

"R-reproduction? Do you... have something to put on this that might prevent that?" She punctuated her question by tapping the head with one fingertip.

"O-of course, ma'am. I came prepared; I might be a b-bad boy, but I'm not all bad." Spying back over to her shorts on the desk, the blonde remembered she had kept such things on her person. Mainly from force of habit, rather than having anything to do with her new part. Could it even do that? That was something she had forgot to ask the heiress...

Breaking character a moment, she said softly, "All seriousness, Blake, if you don't want to do that, totally cool with me... I did kinda spring this on you."

"No, w-we could probably... I, um..." Blake couldn't bring herself to turn Yang down for this purpose, but she also couldn't agree. Why did she have to be such a coward all the time?

Able to sense her partner was overthinking about what to do, she delicately brushed against her leg to get her attention again. "Hey. I'm not mad, no matter what you want to do, okay?"

"What if... I wanted to play with it a little more instead?" Blake finally forced out, burying her face against Yang's thigh. She felt ashamed. Worse than that – she felt weak. Pathetic. This was something people all over Remnant did every single day. What was she afraid would happen? That Yang would hurt her? Of course she wouldn't. Even though she was still aroused and enjoying herself, part of her wanted to run away and hide until she felt less embarrassed about her own shy ways.

"Hold up," Yang breathed. All Blake felt about herself, her partner could sense. Even before they got together, she could always seem to sense her emotions. How she felt about things. This was no different. And she certainly would not take advantage of that.

The position she was in, however, made it awful for her to have a heart to heart conversation, so she simply kept her hand on Blake's leg still, until she decided to move.

"Blake, I mean it. As hard as that thing looks, we can stop completely if you're not ready. Please, don't worry about what I want. Tell me what you want."

"I want..." She did want to finish, it was true. She was just afraid to go any further. But Yang was being so sweet to her, so she didn't waste any more time feeling sorry for herself. "I want you to k-keep going! Keep going with what you're doing, use your tongue! Make me call your name!"

Perhaps she wouldn't take Blake. Not today, at least. But the Faunus girl still wanted to continue. That could easily be arranged.

"As you wish, Miss Belladonna." Returning to character once more, she pressed her tongue deep into Blake's wet folds again, licking the length up and down once more to return the pleasure she was feeling previously, taking in the scent of her.

A carnal moan fell from Blake as the mouth pushed up and into her again, and she began to slide her hand up and down the thickness as she bucked her own hips downward onto her lover's face. What a strange motion her hand was making! But if the way Yang's hips wriggled back and forth was any indication, she was doing it at least somewhat well.

"B-bad boy!" she began to pant as she licked the sack again, even drawing some of the loose skin into her lips as her hand began to pump harder. "You're s-such a bad boy!"

Another moan fell forth from Yang's lips, right against the sex she was continuing to pay attention to. Licking around the labia also, one of Yang's hands headed inward, between her legs. As her tongue got to work, so did her fingers, trailing around her entrance to collect moisture from her.

Very soon, Blake's hips began to shift back and forth due to the intensity of all the stimulation. Now that they had let go of the notion of going any further, she was really, really thoroughly enjoying herself. Her flesh was positively singing! How was it Yang always knew exactly how to make her feel her absolute best?

Once satisfied that her fingers were wet enough, they pushed into her opening. Two of them, slowly pushing in and out to match the movements of her tongue, again and again, each time pushing in deeper and harder.

"A-AAAHHH!" Blake fairly sang, hips holding still for the new sensation. Getting used to it. "Yang! It's… s-so good, how are you doing this?!"

Said words were making her own sex throb with pleasure. Blake was echoing through the room! It was like she was everywhere at once, surrounding her. But she was here. And she was going to treat her like a queen.

No matter how hard she tried to keep her voice down, it was impossible. Yang just brought out the screamer in her. As her hips began to steadily pump up and down in time with the fingers penetrating her, she threw caution to the wind and began earnestly suckling on the loose skin around Yang's two spheres. Why that was such an entertaining activity for her, something that spurred on her own desire, was beyond her own understanding. She merely knew that it did, and in the moment that was all that mattered.

At this point, Yang no longer cared. Even if someone was to come in, it would be impossible for them to find them. Least not before they were done, anyway! Picking up her speed slightly, she pumped her fingers even faster, unable to help herself as she thrust her hips forward also. Blake felt too good!

As Blake's knees steadily drifted farther and farther apart, she knew the end was at hand. A few more stiff thrusts and she'd be clenching down all over the digits. With that in mind, her fist flew up and down around the thick, throbbing length in its center, only hoping for Yang to enjoy herself, that they would both finish at the same time.

"You naughty boy, getting me s-so close!" she half-growled, half-wailed. "So soon, too! You're... you're so goooood!"

"MFF! MMM!" She continued to moan, muffled against Blake's sex. She wasn't too far off either! Unable to help herself she was thrusting upward into Blake's hand, desperate for the extra friction she needed to finish quicker.

Her own tongue started to lick higher again, particularly aiming at the small nub above her entrance as her finger pushed in and out with even higher speed.

When Yang reached her clit, that was the end. Screaming against Yang's thigh, she opened her mouth and bit down on the muscled flesh to muffle her sound as she climaxed, squeezing her muscles around fingers again and again as she rode the moment out. Her strokes of Yang's sex became much more erratic, but there was nothing that could be done about that until the glorious moment passed.

"AH, AAH! AAAAAH!" Yelling out once more, Yang had also met her end at such close proximity. Her sex throbbed in Blake's hand, releasing yet more of the white fluid out and into her hand. This time, there was little to no force, only enough to dribble out and down the Faunus' fingers.

Once finally done, she dropped her head back, taking deep breaths to compose herself again. Two in such a short amount of time...

"Whoa..."

As she lay there, feeling her body slowly wind down from the highs, Blake gradually stopped pumping the cock once she felt it stop pulsing to release more seed. After a few deep breaths, she turned her head aside to look at it. Nothing special, really; just a soft pink phallus with wetness on top. The wetness made her a little nervous because it was the substance that could potentially create problems if it were released inside her sex...

"Jesus Blake... You're gonna pump me dry at this rate." Brushing the sweat off her brow, she couldn't help but begin to chuckle. The once submissive Blake, who she even openly called "the bottom" had completely worn her out, had dominated her entirely.

Shuffling around slightly, she could feel that her sex was still in Blake's hand. "W-what's up?"

"It's... not so scary," Blake said, more to herself than her winded partner. Then louder, she added, "I m-mean, uh... yours is actually cute in a weird way. I just never had a lot of love for this part of the anatomy, I guess."

"Cute?" She asked, unable to help herself again as she swayed her hips side to side to make it move. "C'mon. It's not an actual tail!"

Watch it sway both made Blake feel disgusted and also forced a laugh. Silly Yang. Then she reached down and snatched a small pinch of scrotal skin, tugging on it a little as the half-erect length continued to bob back and forth. "Wasn't much reaction from you when I was licking you here... does it not have feeling?"

"Slightly... " Truth be told, it was a rather soft feeling. Almost as if she was being fussed over down there. Like nothing she ever felt. Finally tapping her hips to encourage her to move off her face, she went on, "It's weird... The head seems to have more feeling than anything else. Though I kinda knew that anyway from guys I've been with before."

With a light blush, Blake delicately moved her legs away from Yang's face until she was crouching to one side. She had released the skin already, but she was still looking at the semi-flaccid cock. Her stomach churned very slightly at the sight, but not nearly as much as she expected, and a lot less than when she had first discovered its existence.

"Does... does it feel very different from when you have the other thing?"

"Yes and no... It feels equally as good, but a different kind of pleasure? If that makes sense?" This was just as new to Yang as it was to Blake, explaining it was especially difficult. Leaning back up again, she kept close watch as Blake stared. "I-if it helps... Maybe we can try with the fake one? If a real one scares you."

Shaking her head, Blake sat up straighter as she placed a hand on Yang's hip. "No, I'd rather we both enjoy the act just as much. If... you do have protection, I'll be fine. I just need to work up to it, I guess." Then she lowered her eyes. "Thanks for being so understanding. Just a big, shy loser, I guess."

"Nah. If you only like women, it's understandable this would kinda throw you for a loop, finding out like you did. I was just as shy before my first time," she went on, finally hopping upright again to go and fetch the pile of clothes on her desk. "But I guess it didn't help my first time was... Well, we were both drunk, let's put it that way."

"Hmm..." Drunk Yang had probably offered that up off-handed, but something about that seemed very appealing to Blake. Being drunk would remove some of her ingrained inhibitions. Maybe it wasn't preferable, or even advisable, but it would certainly help move matters along.

"Maybe... I could be for mine, too."

"W-really?" That idea didn't seem very appealing to Yang at all. The last thing she wanted to do was take advantage of her friend and partner. Perhaps a few drinks could calm the nerves but to be completely and utterly drunk, like she was, wasn't preferable at all.

"Maybe after the club... But not completely drunk. Tipsy, sure. Just, uh, drawing the line."

"Well... I know you don't want to make me do anything against my will," Blake told her earnestly as she watched Yang pull her tank top back on. "But if I told you I'm okay with whatever happens before I start drinking... I might need it, okay? But I promise I won't drink until I'm completely gone."

"Okay. But, if I decide to wait for you to sober up a little... don't be offended, okay?" Even if Blake was insisting upon it, she didn't want to overstep those boundaries. It was something she felt very strongly about, and probably the only thing in that department she wouldn't do.

Tossing the Faunus her clothes again, she hastily pulled up her underwear. "C'mon. I swear I heard that team JNPR are due in here any moment."

"Alright." Now, of course, Blake felt chagrined. The idea of using liquor as a way to bypass making her own decisions was cheating, after all. As she pulled her shorts up to cover her moistened underwear, she wished she was more brave. Fighting was easy; life was hard. "And... I'm sorry for suggesting you get me drunk. I wasn't trying to hurt you, or... anyway, I'm really sorry."

"No! No no nononono, come here!" Before she could get on her own shorts, she just quickly reached forward to wrap her arms around the Faunus, kissing her cheeks. "Don't apologise for anything. I can totally understand it! I just don't want to do anything when you're not completely yourself. Because I like you when you're completely yourself."

A gentle squeeze in the hug followed. "Because you is cute."

Again, Yang had done exactly the thing Blake needed. Said the right things, touched her in just the right way. Could she be any more perfect?

"Th-thank you," she breathed as her hands pressed into the blonde's back. "I like you for you, too. Always have."

"You make your girlfriend blush." Yang chuckled, taking the moment to quickly kiss her lips. Once she had calmed down however, she hurriedly went to pick her overalls back up, and buckle them back up. They wouldn't be hidden forever!

"And you make me... happy." But as Blake began to pull her shirt down over herself, she thought about things. Tomorrow night wasn't a school night. Maybe they could go to the club, have a few drinks again. Loosen up enough to allow Yang more freedoms than she had today. She wanted to make Yang as happy as she made her.

"Yang, um, do you want to go grab a shower? We're both kind of filthy."

Just to humour her lover, she lifted her arm, taking a sniff of her own armpit, before quickly drawing away with a disgusted face. "Pheeeew! You're telling me! Yeah, that's a good idea."

A snort of laughter blew out of Blake as she threw open the curtain around Bumblebee. "Oh come on, you don't stink. You're just... yeah, that's a lot of axle grease." Taking her arm, they began to strut toward the exit.

Little did they know, there was a presence lurking in one of the far corners. A sandy-haired presence with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Ooh, this is juicy," Nora giggled to herself.

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