#I am the master of emotional whiplash

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

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[ziorite]

crying laughing (mostly just crying) over the long goodbye job rn because what the fuck guys. what the FUCK.

(spoilers for the last episode of leverage season 5)

i still had so much hope for them even after hardison fell and parker got shot. i was crossing my fingers because eliot will be there and they’ll get away because they always get away ?? right ?? but then they make it the van and eliot gets shot. right in the fucking chest.

THE VAN SCENE. I WAS DISTRAUGHT. DISTRAUGHT Y’ALL. AND THEN HARDISON’S LAST WORDS ARE TO WONDER IF ELIOT IS OKAY ??? “HERE I AM”??? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. AND THE THREE OF THEM FUCKING DIE HOLDING EACH OTHER’S HANDS WHAT DID THEY DO THAT TO US FOR. (something something parker dying alone when she’s finally learned what it means to have a family something something eliot dies first because to watch the people he’s dedicated his life to protecting die in front of him is to die a second and third time something something)

and then the cherry on top when nate and sophie look back and the three of them are dead and bleeding out and clutching on to each other in death what do they do ??? they don’t even consider giving themselves up they drive that van up the bridge and into the damn river.

nate’s enraged yelling at the agent had me wide eyed with my hand over my mouth. fucking STUNNED yall. nate is really no one’s favorite but my god the fucking pain in his voice. 10/10. BUT THEN of course that’s not all there is to it. the switch from grieving fury to composed nonchalance was both peak comedy and absolute whiplash.

AND HERE’S STERLING !! everyone’s favorite slime ball <3 and ho ho ? he’s mad at nate for killing the rest of the team ?? they grew on him didn’t they— like clumps of adorable mold that just keep coming back <3

and finally. the master plan is revealed. sterling did scare the living shit out of me shooting “hardison” like that but of course nate had a better plan than what they believed. crazy to think that the whole damn emotional rollercoaster was really just set up for the actual break in. (eliot’s exasperated eye roll and fall at nate’s “bang !” was everything.) starring sterling as the trojan horse! an amazing choice all around.

AND !! we have a proposal !! proposals plural actually because no way in fucking hell was that not a confession from eliot. that scene was the height of romance and i will be DAMNED if someone tries to tell me that was just normal best friend shit. OT3 IS REAL !!!

in conclusion: love leverage, they have the amazingest show to ever show and a finale better than any other out there. 200/10 would watch again and i am currently penning a love letter to john rogers and dean devlin.

[lipglossanon]

Am I Your One and Only Desire?

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Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (finale)

part i - An Open Invitation (To A Perfect Domination)

part ii - What You Do To Me (No One Knows)

part iii - I’m Not A Bad Man I’m Just Overwhelmed

Hello, hello 👋

Welcome to the finale of OG stepdad! I’m wrapping up these mini stories before moving on to new things! That’s not to say I won’t ever write for him again, but for now his “storyline” is complete.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, stepdad Leon, daddy kink, spit kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Title from Always by Saliva

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Your parents have been fighting for weeks now. Well, your mom and Leon. You’ve been busy with class work and trying to get an internship for the summer so it’s been just something happening in the background. But now, it seems your mom has issued her final ultimatum. 

“If you don’t come with me on this work trip, we’re through !”

You pause in the hallway, guiltily eavesdropping on their argument. Your mom practically shouted the last two words before an uncomfortable quiet settled in the aftermath. 

“Then I guess we’re through,” Leon’s dry tone makes your heart skip a beat. 

You hear a door slam in their room making you jump in place. Taking that as your cue to leave, you walk further down the hall and open your own bedroom door and step inside  at the same time someone comes out of the master. 

“Guess you heard that, hmm?” Leon gives you a tired smile, hair sticking up at odd angles like he’s been running his hands through it. 

Biting your bottom lip, you nod, “Does that mean you’re leaving?”

“Sooner or later,” he shrugs, walking until he’s in your doorway. 

His blue eyes narrow as they search your face, “Was thinking of moving closer to the city, already found a couple of places not far from work.”

You try to hide it, but you know he sees when your shoulders tense. He steps further into your room and closes the door. 

“Not ideal is it?” He pulls you into a hug, surprising you so much you forget to wrap your arms around him for a split second. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” you whisper into his chest, feeling as he squeezes you closer to him. 

He rubs your back for a moment before pulling you away. You sniffle and quickly wipe your eyes with the heels of your palm. 

“I won’t leave without saying goodbye,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead then the corners of each eye before pressing a soft, kiss to your lips. 

Leaving you with emotional whiplash, Leon turns and exits your room, shutting the door behind him. You listen as his footsteps fade away before flopping down onto your bed, tears gathering in your eyes. 

It seems rather silly to be so upset since it’s actually better news for you if they divorce. But now the doubt is starting to creep in, make you think that without being in Leon’s space that he’ll forget about you. Leave you behind along with your mom. You’re not in love with him, but you do like him a lot. 

He has shown you how empty your life was before he moved into it. Your mom is constantly traveling for work and your dad lives in another state and doesn’t really reach out to you unless it’s a holiday. Leon’s taken care of you in a way no one else has before and you hate that it’s being taken away. 

The sex is great, but it’s nice coming home and hanging out with him while making fun of whatever reality show he’s watching. Or the times he takes you out to grab coffee before heading to your favorite bookstore. He never presses for anything during those times even if you try to initiate. He always kisses you on the forehead with the promise he’s perfectly satisfied. More tears slip from your eyes as you lay in bed.  

For the rest of the night, you listen as your mom and Leon quietly argue amongst themselves with your mom yelling every now and then. When you wake up the next morning and go downstairs, you notice a lot of the little things that belong to Leon are gone, even his vehicle is gone from its usual parked spot outside the garage making you sad. 

Greeting your mom softly as you walk in the kitchen, she watches as you fix yourself a cup of tea. 

“He’s gone,” she bites out, anger still tinging her words. 

You turn and face her head on while the kettle heats up.

“I heard you two arguing last night,” you bite your lip, feeling off having this conversation with her, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” her shoulders roll back as she sighs, “I’m honestly just angry. We haven’t been getting along for months and I’m just done. He’s moved out and the papers are being filed today.”

“Oh,” your voice comes out steadier than you thought, “that’s kinda fast, right?”

Your mom laughs without any humor and turns to dump the rest of her drink down the sink, “It’s been a long time coming.”

The kettle goes off giving you the opportunity to turn away from her and busy yourself as she continues to talk to you. 

“I’m also going to be gone this weekend, another work conference,” she blows out a breath, “I’m actually running behind right now, but I wanted to see you before I left.”

You nod as you steep your tea, “Thanks.”

“Leon said he’d be by to finish packing up his office and to turn over his key to you,” her phone goes off, pulling your attention back to her when she answers. 

“Hang on— alright, I’m out of here, sweetie,” she smiles at you, “don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. I’ll see you on Monday!”

With that, she breezes out of the kitchen and into the garage. You stand there, bare feet shifting on the cool kitchen floor as your tea cup steams on the counter while you listen to her drive off. The quiet settles on you heavily as you gaze unseeingly at your drink. 

You settle on the couch with your tea and mindlessly watch the news. Glancing at the time, you wonder what time Leon will actually be by to grab his stuff. You’ll be home all weekend so it’s not like you’ll miss him once he shows up. Heart fluttering, you sigh out loud. You hate waiting like this, nerves always getting the better of you. 

The jingling of keys wakes you with a start, not realizing you dozed off. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you raise up in time to see Leon stepping into the living room. You offer him a small smile. 

“Hi.”

His jaw feathers before he sighs. 

“Hey,” he clears his throat, “is your mom here?”

Feeling disappointment, you shake your head, “She left this morning, said you’d be by to grab your stuff.”

“Yeah,” he trails off, eyes tracking down your body before skirting back up to your face, “wanna help me finish packing?”

Shrugging, you stand up from the couch, “Sure.”

He nods and turns, heading upstairs towards the master bedroom. Once upstairs, he holds his arm out to let you step into the room first. After he steps in behind you, he crowds your space until the back of your knees bump against the edge of the bed. 

“Gonna let me say goodbye?” He grins, fingers skating up your thigh to cup your pussy, “I’m going to miss more than your cute face, sweetheart.”

Arousal thrums in your veins and you nod eagerly, “Please.”

While he kisses you, he eases your body down onto the bed, hands running up your sides to grope your breasts through your flimsy tee shirt. He groans into your mouth as your nipples stiffen against his fingertips. Pulling away, he strips your clothes off until you're lying completely nude. 

“So sexy,” he murmurs, kissing you again as he lies on his side next to you, propping himself up on one arm while the other draws circles across your abdomen. 

“Want me to play with your cute pussy, sweetheart?” He nips at your jawline before biting your neck, “want daddy to tease that pudgy little clit til you’re soaking the sheets?”

“Yes, please, daddy,” you gasp as he sucks and bites the skin underneath your jaw. 

The hand on your abdomen glides down to run his fingers across your dripping slit. You whine as he finally teases across your clit with slow swipes of his fingertips. 

“So wet already,” he places kisses down your throat, “want my fingers in your needy pussy?”

”Uh huh,” you rock your hips trying to get him to press against your swollen bud more.

Without any warning, he plunges two fingers deep in your leaking hole, fluttering against the front of your cunt to rub against the spongy spot that makes you clamp down on the digits. He roughly fucks his fingers in and out of your pussy until you’re whining nonstop.

“Do you see this?” He growls in your ear, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt while his thumb rubs circles on your clit. 

Your bleary eyes look down your naked body to watch as he scissors his fingers in your soaked hole. 

“This is my cute little pussy, sweetheart,” he bites your earlobe and you moan loudly. 

“Yeah, s’all yours,” you whine, fingers digging into his biceps. 

“Want me to give her some kisses?” He whispers, fucking his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy, letting the heel of his palm softly smack against your pudgy bud. 

“Oh, please,” you keen, eyelashes fluttering as he kisses your neck, “kiss my pussy.”

He groans and slips his fingers away before kissing a wet trail down to your breasts. Teasing each of your nipples with his teeth, he sucks the stiff buds until your back arches. With a chuckle, he continues to kiss his way down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. Sighing, he kisses the hood of your clit. 

“So sweet,” he rumbles low in his throat, “such a good girl.”

His pouty lips kiss your pudgy clit over and over, drooling a line of spit down onto your bud before running his tongue through your pussy lips to lap at your dripping hole. With a moan, your legs fall open further. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, dark blue eyes watching you from between your thighs, “such a sweet cunt.”

“Ohhh,” you whimper, hands tangling in Leon’s hair as he goes back down on you, tongue fluttering against your clit before sucking it into his hot mouth. He bites down gently and it sends an electric spark buzzing through your brain. 

“Please, feels so good,” you whine high in your throat. 

Groaning, he humps the mattress while he grinds his face against your cunt, tongue licking into your pussy eagerly. He rubs his nose across your clit as his tongue slides in and out of your slick hole, humming as you gush across his tongue with every slow thrust of the muscle. It doesn’t take much for him to make you forget everything except his mouth on your pussy.

The band of arousal in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter as he makes out with your pussy with sloppy enthusiasm. Spit and slick coats your inner thighs to the point it drips down your ass onto the sheets underneath.  His hands, which were resting gently on your hips, move down to the bends of your knees and hike your legs up over his shoulders. With the new angle, it feels like his tongue fucks into you even deeper, teeth pressing against your cunt in a way that has you rolling your hips against his face. 

Hearing the wet noises of his mouth on your cunt makes your nipples tighten and ache, leading you to bring your own hands up to cup your breasts to tweak the stiff peaks. 

“Mmm, yeah, play with those cute tits, baby,” he growls, moving up to suck on your clit softly, “pinch those puffy little nipples til it hurts.”

“Yesss,” you sigh, eyes fluttering as you pluck at your hard nipples with your index and thumb before rolling them between your fingers, “w’nna cum, please daddy.”

He sits back on his haunches and unbuttons his slacks, pulling them along with his underwear down to free his cock. A sigh of relief slips from him as he squeezes his thick cock. 

“Want you cumming on daddy’s dick, sweetheart,” he grins down at you, “stuff that little cunt til you’re nice and full.” 

“Oh fuck,” you mewl, hands moving forward to grasp at the air in front of him, “please, need you so bad, ‘m so empty, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, quickly undressing all the way and crawling back on top of you, boxing you in with his nude body.

His cock drags a sticky trail of precum up your thighs until the head rests below your belly button, cum pooling on your skin as his fat leaks and drips. Kissing you heatedly, he sucks your tongue before biting your bottom lip and pulling away. 

He braces his weight on one forearm as his other hand slips down between your bodies to grip the base of his cock. Slapping the tip against your pudgy clit, you whine as he rubs his cock through your soaked folds, smearing slick everywhere. 

He presses down further and lets his head dip in and out of your clenching heat until you’re rocking up into the motion, tempting him to just push inside your cunt. 

“Please, please, need it, need you to fuck me,” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders. 

“How can I say no to that?” He smirks, finally notching the head of his dick at your leaking hole. 

With a low groan, he thrusts forward, sliding inch by inch into your pussy until he bottoms out as your walls pulse and squeeze around his fat cock. 

“Oh that’s it, good girl, squeezing me so good,” he coos in your ear as he settles more of his weight down onto your body. 

“Daddy, daddy, please,” you choke out, legs wrapping around his waist, arching your body so he can fuck into you even deeper.

He pulls out and thrusts his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out again, heavy balls pressing against your ass. Your nails score a hot trail down his chest as he presses you down into the bed.

“Always such a perfect fit,” he moans, humping into your pussy faster, “little cunt made for my dick.”

Mouth dropping open to pull in gasping breaths as Leon fucks you deep, you rock your hips into his, “Feels good, Leon. Wanna cum for you.”

With a low rumbling groan in his throat, he grinds his dick across your g-spot until slick drips down his balls. You reach up to tangle your hands into his hair as he slowly ruts his cock halfway out of your pussy and slowly works it back inside your fluttering walls.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he kisses the shell of your ear, “want daddy to breed your greedy hole?”

”Yes, yes,” you gasp, hips writhing, “breed my pussy, need it so bad.”

He chuckles and starts to rock more roughly against you, moving his lips to yours and licking into your mouth, tongue slipping inside to tease across your own.

“My good girl,” he says between kisses, “gonna miss you, baby.”

Your heart thuds painfully in your chest, pussy pulsing and gripping his cock tightly as you eagerly kiss him back. 

“I’m g’nna miss you, too,” you whimper between sloppy kisses, “gonna miss you, miss this.”

He leans back with a dark look in his eyes, “Yeah? Show me, open that slutty mouth of yours.”

Eyelashes fluttering, you loll your tongue out and whine loudly when he spits in your mouth. He smirks down at you and leans closer to spit straight into the back of your throat. After doing it a few more times, he moves back.

“Swallow.”

Your body shivers as you do as he says, mewling as he rocks his hips down, pelvis catching on your clit just right while his balls smack against your ass on every thrust. 

“I’m getting close,” you moan brokenly.

He picks up the pace, cock pistoning in and out of your pussy creating sloppy wet sounds that makes you clench down on him. 

“Squeeze me so I can breed this pretty pussy of yours, sweetheart. Let daddy fill you up,” he nips your bottom lip with a grin.

Clit throbbing with every brush of his pelvis, you squeeze down on his cock tighter and tighter as he grinds against your g-spot. Your legs tighten around his waist until he can barely pull out, rutting his cock in short shallow thrusts as your climax overtakes your body. Thrashing and moaning, your pussy walls clench and flutter around his thick cock as your eyes roll back in your head.

”Fuck, gonna make me cum, such a good girl,” Leon huffs with a groan, “that’s it, let me breed this sweet cunt.”

A cut off moan interrupts his rambling. You feel as his cock throbs and kicks when he spills a hot load of cum deep in your cunt, pussy walls milking every drop from his heavy balls. 

“So good,” he pants, sloppily kissing your neck as he softly thrusts in your clenching heat, “your little pussy was made for this.”

You can only whine out nonsense as he pumps rope after rope of thick sticky cum in your fluttering hole, pelvis smacking against your clit and sending little shockwaves of overstimulation throughout your body. He finally pulls out with a groan, half hard cock shooting out another spurt of cum to coat your puffy mound and clit. With a moan, he rubs the thick jizz into your skin, smearing it until your slit’s sticky. 

He lays down next to you on the bed and you roll over to face him. 

“Got you all to myself this weekend too, huh?” He chuckles, “I’ll make sure to be out of here by Sunday if you’re good with that.”

Cunt pulsing at the thought of Leon staying with you all weekend, you nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

Needless to say, Leon fucked you on every surface possible over the weekend. Starting in the master bedroom on Friday evening and finally ending on Sunday with a facial on the desk in his office. In between, you have some small talk about where he’s going to live as you pack up what little stuff of his still in the house. Neither of you talk about what this means for you both now that he’s your mom’s ex. When evening rolls around, he finally packs up his car as you stand outside the garage watching him organizing the trunk. Once he shuts it, the thud reverberates in your chest making you oddly misty eyed.

He steps up to you, ushering you into the garage so no nosy neighbors can see as he kisses you. 

“You have my number right?”

You nod, clearing your throat, “Yeah.”

He grins, “Good, text me later and we’ll meet up so I can show you my new place. I don’t know if I mentioned it, but it’s not far from your college.”

Your heartbeat ramps up making you feel giddy, “Really? I’d love to visit.”

A pink flush spreads out across his cheekbones, “It’s a date, then.”

Smiling brightly at him, you push up on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

[anakinskywalkerog]

My Very Soul (Chapter 12)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 11

Warnings: danger oh no, a HUG (!!!!!!), and the beginnings of some rekindled jealousy...

Summary: You, Anakin, and your Masters face a threat from an unknown source; an old friend makes an unexpected reappearance

Word Count: 3.3k

You stood in the lift as it moved slowly upward, toward Senator Farr's floor. You were shaking, and it wasn't from the cold. You tried to put everything you were feeling out of your mind, but it was difficult. Anakin crying, sobbing in his sleep; Anakin yelling at you to get away from him; and then, shortly after, Anakin leaning in toward you, as if he meant...as if he meant to...

       You shook your head to clear it, as you often did, but it didn't help. You felt the whiplash of the evening as if you'd actually been thrown back and forth. You put your arms around yourself in your tunic, wishing you'd grabbed your Jedi robes before you'd stormed out of that room.

       The lift opened and you walked quickly toward the Senator's apartment, where you knew Master Yuma and Master Obi-Wan would be standing guard. Senator Farr had been slightly grumpy about Jedi coming and going from his apartment as if they owned the place, but you'd felt his fear through the Force when he was confronted with the possibility of separatist violence. You waved the lock open with the Force and heard it click, entering the apartment quietly. Master Obi-Wan and Master Yuma, you saw, were standing on the apartment's luxurious balcony, looking out at the city. Their figures were illuminated by the moonlight, and they were talking quietly. As you walked toward them, Master Yuma looked over, sensing your presence, and cut off her speech quickly, looking back to Obi-Wan in warning. Clearly, whatever they had been discussing was not meant for your ears.

       "Is everything all right?" Master Yuma asked you, looking you over, and you pulled your Force presence back into yourself, making sure not to give anything away.

       "Everything is fine, Master," you said with an even voice. "It's time to switch the watch." Master Yuma looked down at her chrono.

       "I suppose you're right," she said slowly, looking to you in confusion, trying and failing to read the hurricane you felt in your mind. You gazed at her, keeping your face stony. She responded with an exasperated look.

       "Obi-Wan," Master Yuma said, turning back to him, "go get some sleep. My Padawan and I will continue the watch until morning." In her words you heard an unspoken threat; you knew you wouldn't escape Master Yuma's scrutiny for long, that she would make you tell her what was going on in your head. Master Obi-Wan looked out at the moon.

       "I really feel I must stay," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, his face illuminated in the low light of the sky.

       "But Obi-Wan," Master Yuma said, "you've got to be exhausted." Obi-Wan held up his hand, quieting her.

       "I will rest in the morning, Yuma. You should go get some sleep." Obi-Wan looked at her kindly, his Force presence exhibiting a lot of complicated emotions. Master Yuma searched his eyes for a moment, and then nodded.

       "See you soon," Master Yuma said to you, and the light touch on your hand she gave you communicated to you that your unspoken conversation was not finished. She turned and left the apartment.       

       "It is truly a pleasure to see you both, again," Master Obi-Wan said to you as you stepped forward to take Master Yuma's position next to him. "I am amazed at how much you've grown, both in your powers and into yourself." You were surprised, but pleased to hear Obi-Wan speaking this way. He wasn't one to give gratuitous praise, you knew. You gave him a small smile.

       "Still," Obi-Wan continued, "I feel in the Force an unknown current, something that makes me apprehensive." He looked away from you, outward, back to the Coruscanti skyline, his eyes glazed with thought. "A part of me worries about the repercussions, of working with you and Yuma again. The paths that might unfold, given this reunion, for my Padawan and myself." You balked at Obi-Wan's turned face. He was speaking so plainly, speaking to you as if you were a contemporary of his, as if he regarded you as an equal. Though his speech was careful, it was clear to you what he was referring to, and you couldn't believe he was being so candid. It was as if he knew everything that had just occurred down in that basement room, as if he perhaps knew more of the situation than even you did.

       "I feel...similarly conflicted," you responded, keeping your speech just as careful. You joined him in looking out at the city beneath you, but you didn't need your eyes to see him. You felt in Obi-Wan his caution, his uncertainty, but also other things, among them a deep love and respect for his Padawan. The strength of Obi-Wan and Anakin's bond was comparable only to your bond with your own Master. Though you knew many Padawans felt deep admiration for their Masters, for you, and for Anakin, you knew, it was more than admiration. It was a familial tie, one that could not be severed, even in death.

       "You have grown in more than just skill, I sense," Obi-Wan continued, still looking outward. "The wisdom you often show surpasses your age. But," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, stroking his beard, "such wisdom can often be a burden, particularly for one so young." Obi-Wan turned to face you, and you mirrored him, looking up at the Jedi carefully. "I trust your ability to handle whatever difficulty may lie ahead," Obi-Wan told you affectionately, putting his hand on your shoulder. You breathed quickly. Though Obi-Wan's words were filled with care and compassion, in them you felt the hint of a warning.

       "A good Jedi must keep her mind open," you repeated your own Master's words, looking down at your feet. "It—it does not do one any good, to dwell too much over questions of the future."

       "This is true," Obi-Wan said, his face curling into a smile. "You are a good person, Y/N. You will make a powerful and discerning Jedi Knight."

       "Thank you," you replied softly, looking up at Obi-Wan, the weight of his fatherly affection warming you like a blanket.

       "Do you think—" you started to ask, but you were cut off by a sharp current in the air, a vibration that cut through you as if you'd been cut by a saber. You inhaled sharply.

       "I sense it too," Obi-Wan said quickly, his lightsaber drawn. The two of you ran from the balcony.

Anakin couldn't sleep. He heard Master Yuma come into the room, knew from the sound of her footsteps that it was her and not Obi-Wan you had relieved from the watch, and for this, he was grateful. With Master Yuma he could feign sleep, pretend just by lying still. He wanted to toss and turn, to pace the room, but he stopped himself, lying on his back with his eyes closed and his arms folded on top of him.

       As much as the nightmare had disturbed him, it was his own reaction to you that kept him up now. He was furious with himself. Why had he lashed out at you, telling you to go away, when what he wanted most in the world was for you to do the very opposite? And then, after you had forgiven him for his outburst, why had he chosen that moment to try to kiss you? Anakin pushed the mortification around inside of him, but he could not free himself of its grasp. It had been a horrible moment to choose, to try to lean his face toward yours, to try to make a move that would alter your relationship forever. The problem was that it hadn't been a conscious choice at all, but rather, an impulsive act. It was just like Anakin, to act impulsively and ruin the moment. And then, the way you had run from the room, run away from him, as if you'd been horrified by his actions...Anakin furrowed his brow, wanting to erase the whole interaction from his mind.

       The dream floated around in the back of Anakin's consciousness, tugging at a part of him he rarely let himself focus on...his mother had told him not to look back, when he'd left Tatooine, and he had followed her advice, trying hard not to think of his past life. It was nonsensical, to long for the days of his life when he'd been a slave on that godforsaken sand dune of a planet, especially now that he led the exciting life of a Jedi, a life he himself had always dreamt about. Still, a part of him wished he could open his eyes and wake up in his mother's small slave quarters, get up to help her with the washing, head to Watto's workshop. He missed his mother with every part of him, missed her so much that he wouldn't let himself think of it, wouldn't let himself feel how painful the ache was. Why had he dreamt of her being hurt? Why now?

       Anakin was stirred from his thoughts by a beeping sound, coming from his own commlink and echoing from across the room, where Master Yuma's comm was blinking. Anakin was on his feet immediately, Master Yuma just milliseconds behind him. The beeping had signaled danger.

       Both Anakin and Master Yuma ran from the room wordlessly, through the maze of the basement security hallways, toward the lift. Though you and Obi-Wan were up on the second highest floor, in Senator Farr's apartment, Anakin felt a disturbance in the Force elsewhere, in the middle of the building. This confused him.

       When they entered the lift, Anakin looked at Master Yuma, and she looked back, intuiting that they both had felt this current shift.

       "Floor...five," Anakin breathed, and Master Yuma nodded, punching the button. Anakin urged the lift to move faster. What was the danger? Why weren't you protecting Senator Farr? What was going on?

       The lift doors had barely opened, but Anakin was through them, running through the hallway, Master Yuma trailing closely behind.   

       "That door there!" Master Yuma whisper-shouted, relying on her senses to guide both of them to where they were needed. Anakin waved the door unlocked with his mind, and burst into the unknown apartment, running through the living room.

       They came upon a horrifying scene. It took Anakin a moment to understand the situation, to take it all in: there you were, holding your body flat against a wall, not moving. There was Obi-Wan, near you, his hand outstretched, his eyes fearful. There was a Togruta in the bed, presumably the senator who lived here, sitting up, looking terrified as he pulled his sheets up to his chest. The scene didn't make sense; there was no attacker. Why did everyone look so terrified?

       Master Yuma breathed in quickly, and Anakin, looking harder, saw a very small dart floating in the air in front of your face. It was so small, Anakin thought it could be a trick of the light—the tiny droid, only just bigger than a needle, poised in the air, pointed at you.

       "A pursuer dart," Master Yuma explained breathily into Anakin's ear, reading his confusion. "The shadow of an assassin. So small it can barely be seen, so light, but full of a powerful poison. It can kill in mere seconds." Anakin felt as if the floor had dropped out from under him.

       "Why does it hover?" Anakin asked, his fear spiking as you moved your eyes to meet his, frozen where you were against the wall.

       "It attacks when it senses movement," Obi-Wan said quietly. "It knows the specific DNA of the one it must kill. It reads you when your muscles move."

       "Keep still, my child," Master Yuma breathed, watching you with dread. You moved your eyes to her, looking her in the face with fear and a bit of defiance, as if to say, no duh.

       "Why is it trained on Y/N?" Anakin asked, his eyes wide with fear.

       "There was another pursuer dart," Obi-Wan explained, "that tried to attack our friend, here." He gestured to the Togruta, terrified in his bed. "Y/N destroyed it. This one seems to have picked up her chromosomal mark, and trained itself on the threat, rather than the intended target." Anakin saw a small, needle-sized dart, broken on the floor.

       "So, you fear if you destroy this one," Anakin pieced together, "another might appear?"

       "Precisely," Obi-Wan said, his eyes not leaving you, frozen as you were against the wall. "Please, Anakin, conduct a sweep."

       Anakin and Master Yuma searched the apartment, covering every wall, every window, every small space in which a droid could have breached the security shield around the building. Anakin felt his hands shaking as he searched, his eyes blurred over with his fear. To see something threaten your life, and to not be able to immediately attack it, to immediately dispose of the threat...it was infuriating. It was terrifying. He pushed these emotions away from him, trying to focus on the task at hand.

       "Here, Master," Anakin called from the corner of the living room. A small capsule lay on the floor, with one end that looked like a drill. The capsule lay open, and immobile.

       "Well, that explains how the pursuers got in," Master Yuma said quickly, picking up the capsule and examining it. "And look," she said, holding the small metallic case out to Anakin, "two slots. Two pursuers." They hurried back into the bedroom, where Obi-Wan was standing over you, talking quietly to you, trying to keep you calm and still.

       "We've found the casing," Master Yuma told Obi-Wan. "It looks like it drilled through the shield and perhaps the wall itself. But it is unlikely there is another pursuer." Master Yuma held the capsule out for Obi-Wan to inspect. He nodded. Anakin felt his body flood with relief.

       "Hold still, Y/N," Obi-Wan said quickly, before taking out his saber with a flash. It happened so fast, a normal person would have missed the small dart breaking apart and falling to the floor in pieces. All four Jedi, however, having excellent reflexes, watched as Obi-Wan's blue blade broke the poisonous dart. You breathed deeply, putting down your arms, the anxiety fading from your face.

       "Thank—" you started to say, but Anakin had already crossed the room, pulling you into a deep hug. He couldn't help himself. His relief washed through him, and he couldn't stop himself from folding his arms around you. Miraculously, you didn't pull away. Anakin was so much taller than you, he tucked his head over yours, putting a hand through the hair on the back of your head. Anakin felt as if he'd never truly breathed properly, before this moment. He felt freed of all bad feelings, all fear and insecurity. He felt at home. Finally, you pulled back from him, your face bright red in color. Anakin grinned shyly.

       "Everyone, meet Senator Grano," Obi-Wan said, watching Anakin with a hint of amusement. The senator, who still looked very afraid indeed, held up a small, polite hand.

       "We're very sorry for the intrusion, senator," Master Yuma said, stepping closer to you and putting an arm around your shoulders. Anakin was not the only one who was relieved you were okay.

       "That's quite all right, Master Jedi," the senator said with a shaky voice.

       "But who sent these pursuers? And why attempt an attack on Senator Grano?" Anakin asked, looking to you, searching your face for any sign that you might be feeling the way he did inside. He'd never hugged you before. The feeling lingered on his skin, in his whole self.

       "That is a question I have no answer for," Obi-Wan replied, stroking his beard, looking exhausted. "But certainly something we must discuss with the council."

As you walked with Anakin back toward Senator Farr's apartment, you worked hard to pull your Force presence back, folding it up neatly within yourself, keeping it hidden. Master Yuma and Master Obi-Wan had gone to speak with the council about this disturbing turn of events, and you and Anakin had been sent back into position, to stand guard over Senator Farr, as that had been your original assignment.

       "I wish you wouldn't do that," Anakin said softly, as you reached for the doorknob to let yourself in.

       "Do what?" you asked, confused, pulling open the door and entering the quiet apartment. Senator Farr was still asleep, you knew, in the next room, but the living room was illuminated in gold, the sunrise peeking out from behind the city and covering the balcony with its yellow glow.

       "Pull yourself back like that," Anakin explained, striding out onto the balcony, you following close behind. "In the Force."

       "Huh..." you said, still slightly confused, standing with Anakin on the balcony and watching the sun come up from the uneven Coruscanti horizon, buildings stretching high even in the distance. "I guess I hadn't realized you noticed."

       Anakin held onto the railing, looking out over the city. "It's just," he said, looking down at his hands, "I waited so long, to see you again, to feel your presence...I don't like it when it disappears."

       You didn't know what to say to this. You felt the ghost of the hug Anakin had given you earlier on your skin, felt a shiver run through you.

       "Cold again?" Anakin asked, and you nodded, though you were lying. It wasn't the cold that caused your body to shake. Anakin took off his own robe, wrapping it around you wordlessly. The gesture was sweet. The shaking continued. You felt Anakin's emotions swirling inside of him, as usual, but something felt different in him. Amidst the joy, the affection, the confidence, you felt the beginnings of a current that was unfamiliar to you. It was somehow submissive, somehow fearful, insecure...like reverence.

       "Y/N," Anakin began, "I—"

   ��   The door to the apartment clicked open, and in a moment, you and Anakin had your lightsabers drawn, standing side by side, blue blades mixing with the yellow light of the morning. It took you only a moment to recognize the figure that now entered Senator Farr's dwelling.

       "Henry?" you asked, confused, clicking your saber off, and stowing it on your belt. You felt a darkness enter the Force currents beside you, and, additionally, felt Henry's emotions swelling with joy in the Force. The contrast between these Force impressions left you feeling a bit dizzy.

       "Hi, Y/N," Henry said kindly, walking out onto the balcony beside you and Anakin. "And hello again, Anakin," Henry said politely, though you thought you heard something else beneath his politeness. You frowned.

       "What...what are you doing here?" you asked, squinting as you took in the figure of your friend, a friend you had not seen in years.

       "The council has assigned more Jedi Knights, to protect the senate apartments," Henry explained, smiling at you. "Given the attempted assassination on Senator Grano. I hear thwarting that attempt was your doing," Henry continued, looking at you admiringly. "Impressive."

       "When you say Knights..." you said, the beginnings of a smile gracing your face. "Do you mean...?" Henry nodded, looking down, his smile holding his face hostage.

       "You passed your trials?" you squeaked, and you couldn't help yourself. You hugged him, your face pink. "That's wonderful, Henry, congratulations!" You stepped back. When you'd wrapped your arms around him, you'd felt something else enter Henry's presence, something new, something that made your breath stutter.

       "Congratulations, Henry," Anakin said beside you, his voice quiet, calm, and even. You felt his Force presence moving quickly from emotion to emotion, from anger, to fear, to longing, to hatred. It felt as if the usual storming had turned electric, lightning hitting every part of Anakin's insides, and yours. You looked between Henry and Anakin, holding your breath. This, you thought, might be a problem.

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Henry is back, y'all! AND THINGS GET DRAMATIC IN CHAPTER 13, out now!!!! Enjoy beautiful Skandar:

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[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 2/7/23

feeling sort of neutral to apathetic about a lot of media this week! two pics of my cat tho to make up for it

listening

NOT feeling neutral or apathetic about the tuesdaysong, pont alexandre iii off the 1998 album Noir by alexander lasarenko. this is a sort of fun little film score exercise by a composer who did a lot of tv work, including PBS' NATURE. the drum fill does sound like it’s from 1998 and i mean that as a compliment. bond movies are emphathetically not noir although they occasionally borrow some visuals, but this piece reminds me of early daniel craig bond movies with the sleek synthy orchestra and subdued horns. they both have the same fuckin uhhhh. the british exotic location travelogue strings. the piano makes me think point and click mystery game.

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reading

star wars: yoda dark rendezvous by sean stewart. i am about halfway through but this reread is reviving memories of my last reread in uhhhhh. summer 2011 probably. this feels like it was half a concept for a middle grade book about a padawan finding her confidence and ability after losing her master very early in the clone wars, and half a concept for an adult book about the deep sorrow and loss between the treacherous count dooku and his former master, yoda. and in the background of all this ventress (ventress my worstie i love her) is begging and pleading to be made an apprentice while dooku flatly refuses. a generous reading would be “this is all history that rhymes and points to how the master/padawan relationship is not a good pedagogy method for either side and is deeply fucked up” but i think this idea is quite muddied in the middle of this book. it does not always feel deliberate that everyone at once is having trouble managing either their padawans' or their masters' emotions.

the tonal whiplash between the first few chapters is absolutely bonkers. like it's star wars, you couldn't Really show torture on screen or on the page in this specific storytelling era, but it's certainly implied. and then we get a fun field games day for the padawans in the next chapter!!! you don't really consume any star wars media for the prose, but the prose here occasionally gets in the way of itself. it does take a few chapters to find its footing but it is, as i remember, a snappy and fast read. one of the most goth settings in the starred wars imo. the soft plush moss that will start to dissolve your skin if you take a nap in the blood forest has stuck in my brain in the. idk, decade plus since i read this book.

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watching

The Big Sleep (1946, dir. Hawks) is just as good the third time around. i still have a great deal of difficulty following the plot, but this is a movie that first and foremost Looks incredibly good. shoutout to physical media once again bc this 2005 dvd from the turner classic media co. has solid, reliable, properly timed subtitles. none of the pirate streaming sites i like can boast the same for this particular movie.

in other news new felix colgrave short dropped and it is a bizarre perfect delight

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playing

beat wolfenstein: the new order on the babiest level and it still took me like forty minutes to sit through the cutscenes. it does such a good job of presenting you with all these very fun environments to run through that you manage to forget that you are very much on rails and it's essentially a boomer shooter (over the top maximalist first person shooter) cramming itself into hallways until the last level in the castle, which feels like endless corridors. im also cranky they showed me so many airships but never let me walk around on an airship. or throw a nazi off an airship.

might wanna get that tesla coil on fire checked out. like i know it's my fault but someone should be alerted about this

i don't really know that this game stuck the landing, for me. i think the last castle level really dragged, and the courtyard arena + the last hallway arena with the catwalks felt very same-y. it's also annoying to me that they give me a sniper rifle but there's no real way to use it as part of a stealth run. there aren't a lot of opportunities for stealth in the back half of this game. it is too much of a shooter and not enough of a narrative/rpg for my tastes, i think. i don't think i'll be continuing on with the series bc i'm not terribly attached to blazkowicz.

this and fallout are like The big AAA alt-history tentpoles, but it's a very small tent. this game was fun for what is was, which was a self-contained and fairly short shooter you're meant to play through twice to get two slightly different narrative routes. it reviewed well at the time and i think the reviews are pretty fair, i had a normal amount of fun aside from the sharp glee of the moon exhibit ramps and crawling through vents in the moon base, i liked it a normal amount and will not be integrating it into my personality. so it fuckin goes sometimes.

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making

a baby (not mine) blanket, which will absolutely not be ready for the baby (again not mine) in a month and a half. this is going to end up about 40" square and is this pattern off ravelry. it is some flavor of caron baby yarn (i cannot currently find the ballband) on 4mm bamboo circs bc u cannot make a delicate baby blanket. what's the point. its going to go through the wettest hell you can imagine bc a baby's one job is to make fluids.

this pattern is just spicy enough that it's hard to watch TV and count stitches at the same time so i am BURNING through podcasts. slowly but surely getting caught up on A More Civilized Age and their three hour discussions of each star wars episode of Andor. five star podcast five star runtime

[candiliam328]

✨ Bean's Top Five Song Discoveries of 2023 ✨

yes i realize it is already well into january 2024 but here, enjoy the songs i found this year that define my 2023. if you're new here, hi i used to make obsessive music posts but now dont have time to make full ones so take this instead: your very own unique insight to my 2023!

this post is dedicated to @disco-tea for somehow being invested in all my music adventures and obsessions, bestie ily 🥺💕

STOP (Lollapalooza Version) by j-hope (Eng. translation // Performance w/ Eng. sub)

im totally cheating already by choosing this when i first listened to jitb in 2022. but honestly? i dont care. i saw hobipalooza for the first time in 2023 and this version was only officially released then so here it is now!

to be frank, watching the performance was a completely different experience to me compared to listening to the studio release. while the original recording sounded conversational, it felt like something was exploding out of him during this performance. he needed to get things off his chest and yet still barely stops himself in his tracks from spiralling. and the juxtaposition !! placing it right after Equal Sign, where he is preaching kindness and understanding and unity and even goes so far to say "it costs you nothing to be kind" ?? and then the sudden immediate whiplash into STOP where he is actively holding himself back because its not true! being kind is hard!!! but he wants to be understanding and practice what he preaches but even he fails and gets "contaminated by the viruses" sometimes. its hard, its real, its raw. and ugh !! this song !!!

Bonus: the moment I always start to lose my mind

its the way the alternate title to this song is "there are no bad people in the world," a belief he holds deep to his core. and yet only a few breaths later, he confesses that the reality of the world makes him question if people are even human anymore. 😩 like wtf-

but also. its so true. and relatable. sometimes i cant even look at the news anymore bc its so hard to be a hopeful and positive and good person when you are bombarded with only hate and tragedy. i have never seen that feeling captured so perfectly in a song. jung hoseok you king.

tldr i think about this song, its performance juxtaposition, and what it means way too often. eternally sad that the youtube video with eng subs playing those songs back to back got taken down, i rewatched it so much it haunts me. may we never ever forget hobipalooza bc jung hoseok made Choices !!

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Don't Wanna Cry by Seventeen (Eng. translation // Performance w/ Eng. sub in captions)

the real ones remember how j-hope took over my life that second half of 2022 and how much i fought tooth and nail the entire way... so yeah lol seventeen took over the second half of 2023 and this is the song that got me out of that denial.

the thing is. i had kept hearing about this song and this choreography and how iconic it was, which is why i avoided it for so long. but as we all know, no matter how much i joke, i am and always will be a dancer. dancing will always be in my blood. so it is very on brand that a good dancer has been what gets me into kpop groups 100% of the time (2 out of 2 groups stanned bc i fell for the main dancer 🫣). and as a choreographer, good choreo will always have an unreasonable chokehold on me. and yet, Don't Wanna Cry has the audacity to exist ?? featuring performance unit leader hoshi with his most masterful choreography for this heartbreaking song ?? come onnn, i had no chance.

i cant say anything about this choreo that hasnt been said before but like seriously, watch this practice video and tell me this choreo isnt one of the most in-sync yet emotionally effective pieces of art you've ever seen. You don't even need the translations to understand the emotions behind it. But when I first saw the lyrics with the choreography, I swear I got chills. Ironically, once DK sang out this line:

my eyes got blurry. because thats the whole point of the song isn't it? thats the whole reason why they dont want to cry. because they realize their time together is limited, their heart is breaking but each second in their presence is so beautiful and precious, how dare tears get in the way of fully appreciating this time together. its beautiful and heartbreaking and then the timing of falling to their knees right after for a chorus just adds into the hopelessness.

And I know everyone talks about the bridge but like- the bridge.

Lying to yourself that everything is OK only to fall on your knees again begging "come back, come back, come back". The rawness in this choreo. The almost uncontrollable chest pops in this vulnerable, open position because these words are coming from their heart.

Also Hoshi still to this day calls this one of his favorite svt choreos. He doesn't brag much about his choreo nowadays but the interviews I could find of him proudly relaying the story behind the iconic "streetlight" choreo just 🥺🥺 me too buddy. choreo can be beautiful sometimes and he did so good with this one. 🥺🥺🥺 choreographer hoshi, king of my heart, thank you for making me fall in love with this song 🥺🙌

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I'm Just Another Person Oh God by Daisy the Great (lyrics)

Ah, yes. the Daisy the Great phase. I could have picked the whole All You Need is Time album honestly bc the storyline it has in my head is so fucked up I can't handle it. But in the end, it was a toss up between including this one or Aluminum in this list bc those were the ones I had on loop. for. reasons. 🫣

Gosh, what to say about this song. other than admitting, wow was I going through something for this one. Haven't we all felt this way sometimes though? Wanting something so bad and it not working out and then stepping back like. "wait am i being greedy and selfish with this?" and the answer is no! like actually im just being entirely super normal with this. just like everyone else! only i am also filled with some bonus woe! like ?!??!?! wasnt that the biggest 2023 mood? idk it was for me lmao.

There is something to be said with this album though, that is particularly apparent in this song. It's that kind of cynical wistfulness of wanting something you had in the past. Passion? Naivete? Whatever it is. It's gone now bc of life, the passage of time, and you're being like so super brave and normal about it (clenched fist, arthur meme style). Everything is painted with a bit of regret and "why am i always like this", all wrapped up in a funky floaty song that is almost uncomfortably easy to listen and vibe to bc of how concerning those lyrics can be when you really listen. but hey ✌️ it really do be like that sometimes i guess. shoutout to them for the insane 20yearold something vibes bc daisy the great? they get it ahaha.

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Snow on Tha Bluff by J. Cole (lyrics)

Lol surprise.

if you ever want to know how i find music, a lot of my favorite songs are usually found by chance. a random deep dive fueled by curiosity or hyperfixation and every so often, my spotify will give me a gem. this particular discovery was bc for a variety of reasons, i decided to listen to a playlist of j.cole's music and was bopping along appropriately until this one came up and. i had to replay it multiple times.

its very understated. and raw. stream-of-consciousness.

i dont even know but i listened to this one a lot. even as i write this now, its been months since i listened to it but when i was making this list, i knew i had to include this one bc of how much ive thought about it.

there's something about understated vulnerability that always gets me in. nothing about this is showy nor does it really seem to have a point other than him needing to get this off his chest. yet there's such a poignant art to it. the instance he speaks about is v specific but the sentiment is still relatable and somehow resonated with me a lot.

idk i just think this song is so beautiful in its simplicity, which is something i think i should try to emulate more considering i said a whole lot of nothing in this section so i think ill stop this one here.

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I Don't Understand But I Luv U by Seventeen (Eng. Lyrics)

if i had to pick a song that defined my december, it would be this one. hands down, no contest. i think i listened to this nonstop the last two weeks of the year. and:

... yeah.

im realizing as i write this post that i spent a lot of this past year just thinking about music and life. seventeen's songs actually tend to be a bit of a slow burn on me so i had known and even heard this song a few times earlier this year but really it only hit me last month. yet despite listening to it nonstop, i cannot recite to you the actual english translation of the song. bc ultimately the translation doesnt matter. what i love about this song is already there in the title.

"I don't understand but I love you"

after all, isnt that love in its truest essense? love is accepting you may never truly understand everything about a person but choosing to love them anyway. love transcends all language and all understanding. its a choice and an action and this is the song that always reminds me of that when love gets hard.

idk what this all says about my 2023 but love is hard. family is hard. but in a way, i think that's what makes it all so beautiful. just as beautiful as this song. i can and will (and have!) listened to this song on repeat bc the ✨vibes✨ i think it might even have been the first song i listened to in 2024. that guitar riff is so sick and sensual. the ad libs are so cute - the little zoom! at 0:46 and smoke smoke! at 2:02, i sing along to it every time 🫣.

also hearing the girlies lose their minds when watching this performance on the big screen during their simulcast concert was so funny but endearing. i'd never but those girls sure love thirst traps skakakka

the story behind this song too just 🥺 hoshi getting absolutely blown by a fan's comment "i dont understand but i love you," repeating it, saying they could use it as part of their lyrics and then a few months later, this song comes out. you can literally see his eyes light up im just 🥺 so endeared. and the way its a Performance Unit song, a unit that is made of 50% foreign members, and that several pre-debut clips show members struggling with language barriers. idk this song is all so soft, it means so much to me and clearly means so much to them. and there we go, its all in the title for me ✨

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✨ if you made it all the way here, wow and thanks! here's to even more good music in 2024 ✨

[ineffable-doll]

For the ask meme! 💜

✨🍦✅

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Oooo, you're devious, I see how it is.

I think I am really good at setting atmosphere and tone these days. I used to struggle with that a lot, and some of my older fics suffer from tonal whiplash, and either too much or too little description, but I've become confident in my ability to set the stage, to guide the reader through my story at a pace I've determined, and to make the emotions I'm invoking consistent and intentional. I'm also quite proud of my dialogue-writing abilities, which have also come a long way.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

I........literally don't think I can pick only one. I write majority fluff fics so it's like looking for a puff of wool in a sheep pen. But here are a handful of my softest, fluffiest, most forward-me-your-dentist-bill-for-those-cavities stories:

Climb Every Meow-ntain - In which A&C are retired in the South Downs and accidentally adopt two black-and-white cats, told from one of the cat's POV. Includes kitty sketches!

there are going to be a lot of hugs in this one - a ficlet collection following 20 hug prompts, done with the Ace Omens server. @cyan-kelpie made this meme about it:

Darling, Sugar, Lover - "Crowley’s begun using terms of endearment to tease his angel. It’s all fun and games until he uses one by accident." My second most popular fic by kudos.

Thy Sweet Love Remembered: "Aziraphale realizes in 1941 that Crowley loves him back. One day, many years after the failed Armageddon, he finally feels ready to bring it up. This comes as a massive surprise to Crowley (master of not evaluating his feelings), who had no idea that he was in love with his best friend."

Hey Love (That's the Name We've Long Held Back): S2 compliant South Downs softness

And then, a few ficlets for fun:

Hisses and Halos - napping together

Pretty as a Picture: C taking pictures of A

Falling (Through Ice/In Love): C falls through ice to save a kid and A accidentally confesses to C cuz he's a dork

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Well, my Ineffable Confessions of Love series came about entirely accidentally. For a long time, I was churning out SO MANY love confession fics until eventually I was like, "Okay, This Is A Thing, Then," and made it official. The series is less active these days but I still love writing love confessions so much.

There are 39 of them in there, good hell.

[gramarye]

THE KING OF HEARTS DOMON KASSHU

cracks knuckles. we just finished ep 25

First impression: he both seemed cool but also like i knew g gundam was Built Different from like, wing (literally everyone told me going from wing to G would be a huge whiplash and YEAH,) so maybe i assumed he would be a bit more silly?

Impression now: INSTEAD HE IS A BIT BROODING AND SERIOUS BUT ITS GOOD. and well he has a good reason to. very determined and impulsive but i love that abt a protagonist... i love how many oomfies he has. he loves befriending gundam fighters intentionally or not

Favorite moment: this is 100% recency bias but me and mae were so awww when rain came to save him in 24? and their gundams held hands. usually gundams are duking it out so it was like.. funny tenderness between big machines... loved it

Idea for a story: ok i am still in the middle of g gundam but i do want to see more of his past and the Events Before This... with his brother and the rest of his family...... i am a sucker for families. his training w master asia would be cool too i was very touched when domon started crying tears of happiness upon seeing him for the first time again bc it was the most emotion he'd shown so far. (and then. master asia went master asia.)

Unpopular opinion: I DONT KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT G GUNDAM FANDOM. i love domon

Favorite relationship: HARD TO SAY i think his dynamics with everyone is real funny, i love how he just has this ability to befriend people even without really trying to? like he is not exactly happy go lucky friendly but bonds with the gundam fighters anyway and they all care about him, its cool. ALSO OBVIOUSLY RAIN i like their relationship :-) the hand hold scene like i said was d'awwwwwww

Favorite headcanon: i knowww he thinks that red cape looks so cool i know. and hes right. but i know he would lose his mind were he well and alive for vincent valentine in final fantasy 7. actually you know what it came out a few years after g gundam. yeah fuck it. domon gamer hope he settles peacefully after the events of the story and enjoys final fantasy 7 on the playstation

[meili-sheep]

Kaveh: (locked up in his room, sobbing as he works)

Al-Haitham: Look, Kaveh-

Kaveh: (through the door) Go away! Or I’ll . . . I’ll do something, I guess . . .

Al-Haitham: (sighs, to himself) It would make sense for him to be irrational, as he is upset and emotional. (tries again) Kaveh, I-

Kaveh: (sniffles) I get it, you know. How ‘pointless’ and ‘wasteful’ I am. You don’t need to tell me again.

Al-Haitham: (insistent) I did not call you pointless and wasteful. You are not. Occasionally irrational, yes, but you’re clearly a master at your craft.

Kaveh: (silence)

Al-Haitham: (pauses, before continuing) What I don’t understand is why you don’t use it for something more practical. You spend all of your time making master works, but your success is in name only and you hardly have any money.

Kaveh: (bitterly) Ah, so this is about my rent, then?

Al-Haitham: No. I do not care if you still want to room with me. I told you already that you can do so for as long as you need to. (frustrated) But with your skill, you should not be in such dire straits. You should at least do enough to live somewhat comfortably without worrying about basic amenities. You and your body need those to live, and it is illogical to neglect them for any extended amount of time. So why do you do so time and again anyway? I do not . . . like this.

Kaveh: (opens the door, still teary-eyed) (sniffles) That’s . . . I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Al-Haitham: (plainly) I did not say anything that wasn’t true or without substantial proof.

Kaveh: (strangled noise, throws himself into his arms)

Al-Haitham: I- (pauses) Mmm, I suppose you do need the oxytocin and relief. (awkwardly returns the hug)

Not even five minutes later . . .

Al-Haitham: Why would you think that water is wet?

Kaveh: Because everything gets wet with water!

Al-Haitham: And water does?

Kaveh: Well maybe no one described it like that yet!

Al-Haitham: Because they know that water isn’t wet!

Kaveh: You don’t know that!

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Not meant to be shippy in anyway, but the whiplash is insane. Lowkey pressed for Diluc’a sake if he ever has to witness this.

I really don't think Al Haitham is the kind who means any will. He's simply unaware and can't understand how what he does and says might affect other people.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't feel upset when he genuinely upsets someone.

And that's why I like Diluc sandwich between them Is because he really is a perfect middle ground for them. He has passion and understanding like Kaveh, but is very logical and reasonable like Al Haitham. He knows when and where to use what sad. And he's great for helping them further understand each other.

Maybe not ending the bickering. But a way to where feelings don't get hurt.

[shinayashipper]

Hi! I am (relatively? Subjectively?? Objectively???? All three?!?!?) new to Yu-Gi-Oh. I have seen it as a kid through YouTube amvs because I never really knew where to watch them. The only clear memory I have was watching Pyramid of Light but I heard people say it's not that good so I personally think it doesn't count 😅

Now that I am grown , I have readied myself to watch the original series and hyperfixate on it for a long while XD.

I am aware of the story, aware of the ships, and played the games (the first DS game I think, and currently enjoying Master Duel)

I know I shouldn't really "ship at first sight" but your artworks are one of the first to make me pay attention to Rivalshipping and be inspired to make a fanfic about them as I am a sucker for rivals-to-lovers, red and blues and the like .

This became long and winded so I just wanna ask, at what point/s be it anime, manga, movie/s, or subtext made you go:

"OMG, that makes so much sense. This! This is the essence of Rivalshipping!"

(sorry for the long and winded essay 😅)

That's okay!! I hope you enjoyed yugioh again as much as we did <3

I also actually only watched some of the DM anime in our local TV when I was a kid (it only airs the first season / Duelist Kingdom and I don't really have access to get to know anything else from the franchise), played the card game with my brother. I remember liking Yamiyugi character more than anything else 😂 and love the monsters. But I haven't really immersed myself in it.

Years later I found out about Yamiyugi/Atem being Dead in the end and IT HURTS ME <\3 it was through a internet search (I didn't have access to internet back then) after I randomly ran into a local parody video of Yugioh (a team dubbed the YGOTAS in our local indigenous language and it was HILARIOUS it got me thinking "oh WOW been a while since I get this much laugh, I wonder how Yugioh is nowadays??")

After the initial Heartbreak of Losing Yamiyu, I also stumbled on the YGO manga- it was the first time that I knew YGO used to have more Horror elements, it was Really Fun!! I read a bit of the manga and I Really Like Yugi!!! That's the time I started to Understand the story, and began appreciating the characters more (other than Yamiyu haha) and then all my Attention just shifted to Yugi, and I Really LOVE Him, he's my babie

And then I stumbled on DSOD, and I thought "YGO got a Movie?? Well let's check it out, I wanna see More of Yugi" and then the Yugi in question comes out and he's SO DIFFERENT from the babie I used to know??? 😂😂 he's all Mature and stuff!! But he's SO SAD and that Sadness kinda pulls me in-

When Kaiba and Yugi starts their Duel I think THAT's when I got "oh yes: Them" because I think it was the first time I ever see a Kaiba vs YUGI not Yamiyu Duel and it was an Emotional experience, beside the Duel having Emotional backstory behind it too, it was just a whipslash of Emotion for me 😂😂😂

It was also when I started Noticing Kaiba's appeal as a character too. They are SO SAD in the DSOD movie that it draws me in <3

After the whiplash of Emotion from DSOD, I started to read the manga and watch the anime more carefully and started Noticing details- every little bits of interaction between Yugi & Kaiba, even the ones that only happens offscreen (like how Yugi mentions he visits Kaiba in the hospital a lot of times) makes it feel like everything that happens in DSOD really makes more sense, and it feels like it's Meant to happen, their story builds up to DSOD, and I really like that- they got Growth in their story, I think. I guess I lean more on the manga in story-line that makes me get interested in Them <3 but DSOD just seals the Deal 😂

Also after that I learned of that "4 years later" insta post by KT and it shows Kaiba and Yugi together Making Games, AND GOD IT WAS- IT TRULY SEALED THE DEAL... Everything Makes Sense, they're sooo build to be Together for me!!! 🥺🥺🥺

And welp now I'm here 😂

I'm Very Happy you got to enjoy the ship through my drawings <3 but my intrepertation of them might not be the same as anyone else (and I think my content are mostly ooc too) so I hope you can see the original series again and enjoy it as you like 💙💜 have fun!!

[rapidashrider]

So you liked Brennan Lee Mulligan’s DMing on ExU: Calamity - what next?

It’s wonderful to see how people have responded to Brennan as a DM. He really is a master of the shorter-form campaign. So you might be thinking “maybe I should check out Dimension 20” - and you’re right! Yes, you should!

But where to begin? A lot of folks will point you to Fantasy High, because the full campaign is free to view on YouTube. But if ExU: Calamity is what really pushed your buttons, I’d instead suggest digging in to Dropout’s free trial and starting with A Crown of Candy.

Fantasy High is a terrific romp and, while it is full of emotion and character development, it is also primarily a comedy, and played as such. Blending high fantasy (dragons, gods) with high school (lockers, AV Clubs), it’s superb, creative, joyful and well worth seeing, but for real… jumping straight from Calamity to Fantasy High is gonna give you whiplash, my friend.

A Crown of Candy, on the other hand, is a frankly ludicrous conceit (They’re all made of food! In a world made of food! Look at the little peppermint boy and his little peppermint pig!) but played with real intention and direction. It leans into the politics, machinations and heartbreaks that made Calamity such a masterpiece. (“But how am I going to get emotionally attached to a princess made of liquorice?” you ask. Believe me, you will. The cast is outstanding and they play their characters with wonderful truthfulness.)

Dropout’s free trial is only three days but even for a month’s subscription it’s cheaper than Netflix - and you get to discover the wonder of Dimension 20. Enjoy!

[major-victory]

So now that I've finished season 1 of bnha, I wanna try and do a little analysis of what I do/don't like about it, or in otherwords: despite being a flashy action shounen with a fun basic hook that is well drawn and voice acted, why does it lose me?

I can't add a readmore, so bear with me here

Overall

I overall like the show a good bit. Switching over to English has definitely made it more engaging for me, though it is Entirely Possible that it's primarily due to Chris Sabat carrying it for me personally. But all of the actors are great, theyre well suited to their roles, and they feel well directed. (And I'm not biased at all that I hear Saitou when Chris speaks shut up, im sorry my fave role of his is such a small one when the man literally voiced in DBZ)

The hook IS genuinely fun. I LOVE the concept of a kid showing such an urgent desire to help that he inspired a known pro hero to push himself as well, and I am always weak for Strong OP Master accidentally adopting a kid that he initially wrote off, but in such a way that he would Kill for said child. Better still when, in order to make the child his apprentice, he gives the child a piece of his own power (see: the breaker for another fun example of this narrative) and this ends up hurting him down the line.

Animation

The animation is also very fun. They let these kids make Great Expressions -- lots of wrinkles and lines, over exaggerated when necessary to drive home the intensity. The action and posing is fun, tons of foreshortening, great camera angles for a lot of the fights.

So with all of that being as fun as it is, I think it loses me in 2 places: narrative and lighting.

Narrative

Basically -- the pacing just feels Off. I think I'm not a huge fan of introducing shigaraki so early in the game, instead of having no build up to them as a threat, and then turning around and going into the sports fest... it isn't even whiplash, it just doesn't feel like those arcs were supposed to come one after the other like that. Like there should have been an arc before USJ that helped ramp things up a bit more, made the USJ bit feel more impact full. In stead it just punched you in the arm, said "Jah! Bet that was scary" then ran off leaving you more confused why you were punched in the arm at all.

Lighting

Lighting really just boils down to All These Scenes Look The Same. They all have the same lighting intensity and shadow placements, every scene is as saturated as the last. Even the shots of Deku in the night, or Deku leaving school at sunset have largely similar lighting, it's just the color itself that is off.

There is only 1 scene I can recall in those first 15 eps (I'm 2 eps into season 2 so shh) that had any distinct lighting: the scene where Deku completes his beach cleaning and the sun is still rising. It created a fun back-lit effect on him, and was gorgeous when combined with the raw emotion and his scream. Loved That.

But there were other opportunities to use lighting just as dramatically, especially in the USJ battle sequences, when Shigaraki first appears. This is such a terrifying, heavy set of fights, but the whole time its illuminated like it's just a sunny day. There's no dramatic shadows that obscure half a characters face, no fun colorful spec lighting to help them stand out against the combat around them. They just look the same as they do in any other scene. I think, writing about this now, that has a huge impact on the fact that these fights are occasionally losing me. They're fun they're fast, theyre flashy, and I like that, but they don't look any different.

That said, I know there's a few scenes later in the show that look to change this up a bit, but I'm not sure when they do, or how often either.

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: First Kiss HCs

I’m so sorry it took me actually forever to reply to you. But I really hope you like this and it was somewhat worth the wait;; I tried really hard but ty for liking my Xiao content and yes! Let’s be absolute trash for Xiao. In this house we only believe in Xiao supremacy 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: Friendship

Semi Part 2: Falling in Love

Semi Part 3: Cuddles

Semi Part 4: Protective

Semi Part 5: Affection

Semi Part 6: Jealously

Semi Part 8: Opposites Attract

Semi Part 9:  String of Fate [Soulmate] HCs

Semi Part 10:  [ Fainting ]

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Childe Ver: First Kiss HCs

Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs

Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs

Considering how many more Xiao fics I need to write. This semi part link might not be a good idea lol. Also let’s ignore if I wrote in a kiss in a previous post haha.

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Xiao: First Kiss HCs

When you and Xiao first got together. It was a slow and steady process of learning each other boundaries and what felt comfortable. Xiao knew he was a difficult partner but you loved him and even becoming his friend was a slow and worthwhile adventure. It started off small leading from small handholding, to cuddling, to showing each other affection. But the one area that you both weren’t familiar in was kisses. He was an isolated adepti and you were an adventurer. You didn’t have any experience in being kissed and Xiao sure as hell didn’t either. Plus it was a lot more intimate and nerve wracking compared to holding hands and that was an hard hill to tackle in itself.

You didn’t mind that he wasn’t comfortable with initiating affection or never went in or talked about kisses. You were just happy that he was by your side and that your love was reciprocated. That he was comfortable in your presence and seemed content in your arms. It still made you a bit giddy when you reflected on how far you both came and that was enough for you. Xiao, on the other hand, couldn’t exactly say the same. While he was happy and he was content, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe your relationship was too one-sided? He knew that you were comfortable and okay with waiting for him to work out his issues and figuring out how to love again but he also really wanted to do more. He just wasn’t sure how to start.

It suddenly dawned on him one day when he saw you off on your next journey, that he had never really kissed you. Even a small goodbye kiss. It was usually you initiating affection or giving words of love and you always told him that it didn’t matter if he said it or not. His actions said more which always made him flush a bit. But on slow and quiet days where you were off on another adventure and Liyue was calm, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to you. To your face, your bright eyes that would light up whenever you talked about the interesting sights you saw on your journey, the curve of your nose whenever he tapped it when you started to ramble on to much, your lips and how they would spread into a soft smile when it was just the two of you.

Xiao quickly flipped himself up into a sitting position and groaned into his hands. What was happening to him? He needed to take a walk to clear his mind again. He’s been going out a lot since he met you. He had faced an army of demons and fought in a war and yet this felt like the hardest challenge of his entire thousand year long life. He could almost hear Guizhong’s laughter at his predicament and her words of wisdom saying to take whatever problem he had and face it head on. Just without his spear. The spear needs to stay home.

So the next time you visited Wangshu Inn he asked for you to close your eyes. You complied but you were surprised, sitting by the railing facing Liyue up on the balcony. Was he going to gift you something? This was the first time he asked you to close your eyes but you trusted him. You could almost feel the anxiety waving off Xiao so you kept quiet and patient and waited for him to be ready.

He was ready. He could do this. You weren’t even looking at him so what was there to be worried about? He slowly leaned in, just hovering above your lips. But then he leaned back a bit, flushing red. He nearly chewed his lip before stopping since you probably didn’t want to taste blood. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready or he thought that you would hate it, he was just nervous in messing up. What if his accidently transformed? What if he accidently pushed you off the railing? Even worse, what if someone showed up and saw you both like this?

Turns out he didn’t need to worry. Somewhat. Zhongli, who Xiao knew now was actually Rex Lapis in disguise, made a sudden appearance behind him. The whiplash of suddenly seeing his Master, the nervous butterfly’s fluttering in his stomach, and pep talk Xiao was trying to pound into his mind made him suddenly lurch forward and kiss you deeply. A bit too deeply as his little fangs nipped at your bottom lip.

“Zhongli!?”

“Rex Lapis?!”

You both quickly broke apart as your eyes flew open when you heard the man but also surprise at the sudden but, not completely unpleasant, pain and pressure on your lips. You could almost see the soul leave Xiao’s body when he spun around to see the surprised Zhongli. It was silent for a moment, all three of you just staring at each other. You were still processing what the hell just happened, Xiao was trying to find a way to astral project, and Zhongli was computing the fact that yes, the ever grumpy and “don’t touch me” yaksha both had a lover and was in the middle of...courting.

“Oh. My apologies. I wasn’t aware you were both occupied. I shall take my leave and visit another day then.” Zhongli simply nodded and left before you or Xiao could say anything. You both stared at the empty figure of where Zhongli was before you started to burst into laughter at the situation. You really felt bad, you did honestly, but with all the overwhelming emotions you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m...sorry. I didn’t know he was going to visit today,” Xiao muttered as he pressed his hand into his face and groaned at the embarrassing moment. You could see the tips of his ears were getting redder by the second which made you chuckle. For such a fearsome Yaksha he was really cute sometimes.

“It’s okay Xiao. I don’t mind. But are you alright?” you stifled the last of your giggles and reached out to pull him closer and remove his hand from his red face before cupping his cheek. He huffed but leaned into your hand. He really was sometimes like a cat.

“Are you hurt? Was I...too forward?” Xiao asked but he still wouldn’t look you in the eye. The floor was very interesting this afternoon. Wood was nice. Wood was good.

“No! It was...nice,” you answered, starting to go a bit pink yourself now before you felt a stinging pain in the corner of your lip, “Ah. I think you might accidently bit my lip though.”

“I see,” Xiao was now looking at you with his piercing eyes as he watched your small pink tongue brush over the corner of your bottom lip. His attention began to focus on that small part as the world seem to narrow down. Just the two of you. But unlike when you both would lie on top of the inn and watch the sun go down he felt hungry.

“Do you-”

Before you could ask anything Xiao suddenly pounced and pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He took you by surprise but you quickly recovered as you gripped the purple ribbon on his back and yanked him forward as his hands slammed against the railing, trapping you. You felt his tongue press against your lips as you slowly opened them to let him in. It was overwhelming and you were sure if you hadn’t been grabbing onto the purple ribbon you would have fell over but then a sudden deep rumble snapped you out of your trance.

“Xiao? Are you...Are you purring?” you giggled when you got a tiny but of separation from the lack of air but he frowned at you, really it looked more like a pout, before leaning over once again.  Just barely brushing over your lips as he whispered

“Meow”

---

This isn’t even OOC anymore. I feel like I’m writing a fucking k-drama right now, what am I doing anymore? English? Huh? I do not compute.

I’ve just awakened something in me with Cat! Xiao and I am flying with it (and casually ignoring lore. Isn’t he a bird?). Heading straight for the stratosphere and you cannot stop me. Just gonna hide away in shame now don’t look at me.

Okay. Time to commit sleep for uh 2 hours lol. I’m really tired but I feel kinda proud of myself haha. Tomorrow’s fics are going to be Venti, Lisa and Diluc pairing, and Venti and Barbara pairing. Good night!

Oh, and yes there is a lot more Xiao content to come and uhh might continue this cat!xiao idea. Unless that’s too weird. I’m sorry don’t shame me pls 😰

my god tumble just work. i dont want to deal with you and your tags. 

[alatismeni-theitsa]

You wanted Greek productions for antiquity?

Take one! Full movie, English subs, and all!

Iphigenia (Greek: Ιφιγένεια) is a 1977 Greek film, filmed in Greece and directed by Greek Michael Cacoyannis. He adapted the film and the lines from his stage production of Euripides' play "Iphigenia at Aulis". The score was composed by the legendary Mikis Theodorakis!

It's Michael Cacoyannis' third movie in his "Greek tragedy" trilogy (after the release of Electra in 1962 and The Trojan Women in 1971).

The movie was nominated for one Oscar, Best Foreign Language Film. It was also nominated for the Palme d'Or at the 1977 Cannes Film Festival. Iphigenia received the 1978 Belgian Femina Award and received the Best Film Award at the 1977 Thessaloniki Film Festival, where Tatiania Papamoschou also received the Best Leading Actress Award for her role as Iphigenia. ___________________________________________________________

My comments after watching it:

I highly recommend this movie, DUH! For many reasons!

➡️ It just feels SO Greek!

It was filmed in Greece and they captured the blinding midday light and sound of the Greek summer (cicadas, finally!!!) and you can feel the scorching heat through the film. It was filmed in the ruins of a Mycenaean palace (you can see the lion's gate, for example) and other ancient sites.

It has an (almost) all-Greek cast. We see the abundance of Greek actors in their refined but natural appearance (with hair, beards, memorable faces) and in full Greek emotion. The boredom of hundreds of Greek men waiting on the beach is sheer, palpable. You understand why they put Agamemnon under so much pressure to do this sacrifice.

The slogan singing was reminiscent of those we yelled in school and on the football field, and it makes the experience so much closer to today's Greeks! It felt so real, I got whiplash! I thought "shiiit ancient people existed here and they were human like us!" The honest feeling and the intensity are still there when we hear songs by Greek men and women (*chef's kiss*, I promise!)

Some actors even speak with a palatal n (sounding like ñ) and l (think of it with a tilde. The sound of ñ but in l)! It's a type of old Greek accent that fades with time but listening to Agamemnon and Achilleas unapologetically deliver great lines with this accent just adds more authenticity to them. (Besides, is even Agamemnon a standard Greek countryside patriarch if he doesn't speak "with n and l"??)

➡️ Glorious acting!

The intensity! The poetic epic style of words! It's amazing! And why wouldn't it be? The scenario is a direct adaptation of the original Euripides' play! The extremely talented actors bring the lines to life. Chances are, you will cry. If you cry just by reading the play, you are GUARANTEED to cry!

CLYTEMNESTRA'S LULLABY OF TO IPHIGENEIA, I AM CRYING

the dialogue between Iphigeneia and her father, I AM TALKING ABOUT TEARS

"Iphigenia" herself? Heartwrenching performance! Bring tissues because these cute shining eyes are going to haunt your soul like you drew the knife on her!

➡️ Great moments!

(Cl.) We will leave in the morning (Iph.) But Father writes- (Cl.) Let him write. He is a man, what does he know?

The Greek phrase literally goes: "A man he is, he only knows so much"/"A man he is, that's what he knows" (aka, not much)

(yesss 100% Greek traditional wife xD "Oh, yes, my husband, my master! But I will kick your ass if you displease me, you hear me!")

Clytemnestra's character... what a goddess! She goes from "I drink the bitter glass of obedience drop by drop" to "No, by Hera, I' will not listen to you! The whole world is your dominion, so rule it! But in my household, I am the ruler!" in just a minute.

That's Greek traditional wives for you, I can't even bring myself to call it unrealistic xD

Another fave moment: Achilleas to Clytemnestra "- but forgive me, I haven't learned how to talk to women" and running away AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA xDDD

Honorable mention: the fast, very horny friends of Iphigeneia 😂

➡️ Miscellaneous

The haunting soundtrack

The clothing is very close to accurate and follows ancient depictions (of ancient statuettes) and when they got creative with it they did it in a realistic way!

➡️ "Negatives"

Unfortunately, Achilleas doesn't have the mythical blond mane but I suppose darker-haired men were more in fashion in 1977. 😂 But it seems like they robbed him of one of the most distinct features that made him seem special, like a demigod. Plus, he doesn't look very mighty. But the actor's voice and poise restore some of that glory.

There might be some lag in the video and for that, I apologize but it's what I could find. If you have better sources, you can post them in the reblogs! You might be able to find the movie on other sites.

Greeks know where to find the movie without subs, I think! *wink wink* But if you can't, dm me!

[mintugiyuu]

Hi! Can I request headcanons on Giyuu trying to teach his female s/o how to fight with a nichirin blade because he's worried that she might be attacked by demons, and he doesn't want to lose her like he lost his family and Sabito? Thank you a lot !!

I personally couldn’t decide whether to do general head-canons about this or a plot driven scenario; and so I did both ùwó ✨

thank you for requesting and I hope this is what you were looking for, take care!

꒰🌿꒱ — I can’t lose you too.

sfw head-canons & scenario:

➥ pairing || tomioka giyuu x female! reader

➥ warnings || tad bit of angst and mention of past character death (in the scenario cut).

➥ synopsis || giyuu can’t stand the thought of not being able to protect the reader, so he’s set on teaching the reader how to defend herself when he’s not there to.

general head-canons (without the plot):

giyuu is extremely blunt when teaching sword skills, even to you. he’s very too the point and will matter-o-factly state exactly what you did wrong and what you need to do to improve it.

it’s actually nice; you’re never left guessing on what you’re doing wrong skill-wise, always told I’m detail what to fix.

he likes to physically fix your stance when he can’t find words to explain it.

giyuu will come up behind you and wrap his arms around your form, gripping his hands over yours and fix your position; gently nudging your foot in position or having you bend your knees.

when he spars with you, he does not go easy. he wants you to be able to defend yourself and live, not expect a demon to go easy on you.

he may seem cold during the actual training, but he makes sure to end the session with a, “that was better.”

it’s his way of telling you, “you’ve improved and I’m proud of you.

being the tender lover he is, giyuu always throughly patches you up and takes care of you afterwards; running a hot bath for you as he applies salve to the places needed.

will give you massages if you’re sore! this man has magic hands and gets rid of every knot.

scenario (with the plot):

- you weren’t a demon slayer, actually having met giyuu from him saving you from a demon. after that, the two of you just so happened to keep crossing paths and, well; now you live in the water pillar’s estate.

- it would have been fairly peaceful, the only downside being the concern that would pierce your heart everytime giyuu would be gone too long or return home hurt.

- but that would change the day your partner woke you up early one morning, giving you a pair of hakama’s to wear before dragging you out to his training quarters.

- that was the start of your training; and the day you became not only his girlfriend, but his tsuguko as well.

- he never referred to it that way, but it’s sure what it looked and felt like.

- you wouldn’t complain or even ask why - at first.

- it started off innocent enough; giyuu teaching you some self defense moves that anyone should know, having you work out a bit with him to gain some strength - basic stuff like that.

- working on those things with him could actually be pretty fun, seeing it as another way to bond! plus, you were honored he’d care so much to take the time to teach you.

- it was when he handed you a wooden sword one day that you started to ask questions.

- “why would I need to learn how to swing a sword? I thought we agreed I’d help out at the mansion, not physically fighting and killing,” you’d ask, wincing at the blisters that were forming on your hands.

- “it’s something anyone in the corps should know how to do,” he’d always brush it away, admittedly caring with the way he’d tend to your hands.

- and that was fine.. until giyuu would start to push to teach you the first form of water breathing.

- you’d keep asking why, and he’d use the same excuse everytime. anyone else would accept it as truth, but you knew your partner way too well for that.

- the smallest twitch of his nose would give away the fact that he was lying, or at least not telling the full truth.

- everytime you would push for more answers, he’d tell you to do fifty more sword swings, only adding to the aching in your arms that never seemed to go away anymore.

- you’d finally break the day you mastered the first form.

- “giyuu!? what is this?”

- “I’m teaching you self defense.”

- “no, giyuu, you’re training me to become a demon slayer.”

- “I am not.”

- “you are. I don’t need to know breath of water to tend to patients.”

- “we’ll start on the second form tomorrow.”

- “no, giyuu, I want to at least know why.”

- “I have a mission to attend to, I should get going.”

- “what’s next? after I master all forms? you’ll send me to the final selectio-“

- “no.”

- the intensity and finality that would come from that single word would shock you to silence, taken aback at the sudden switch of emotion.

- it gave you whiplash, but not enough to back down. though, seeing the sudden turmoil on his face would make your voice soften. something was bothering him.

- “then just explain it to me, why are we doing this?” you’d say, trying to lure it out of him.

- this would lead you to drop your training sword, walking closer to your lover as he glared at the ground, eyebrows slightly furrowed into an expression closer to.. distress?

- giyuu wouldn’t speak, clenching and relaxing his fists in a rhythmic way.

- he wouldn’t acknowledge you until you reached up and cupped the side of his cheek, brushing under his eye with your thumb.

- this would seem to break the water dam that was his bottled up reasoning, leaning into your hand ever so slightly.

- “..I can’t lose you too.”

- giyuu doesn’t open up often, even to you; he doesn’t like facing his past even if he’s constantly stuck it in. It’s just too painful to face head on.

- but he would’ve mentioned sometime in the past about his sister and best friend, how he failed to protect them because he was unavailable.

- it would make sense to you now, and you’d go soft on him. your poor, sweet lover was drowning in survivor’s guilt and worry, just wanting to ensure your safety even if he wasn’t there.

- he didn’t want you to be a demon slayer, he wanted to make sure you could slay demons if needed.

- how could you deny him that?

- that night, you two would sit down and discuss what you were willing to do and compromise.

- you’d agree to learn the four easiest forms to remember and master out of the (traditional) ten forms of water breathing.

- with that, the tenseness in your training sessions would ebb away, leaving an experience that only brought the two of you closer.

[heliosthegriffin]

Being more assertive

“Jaune.” Pyrrha said to him, as she forced him into a corner. “It’s time talked a bit.

Wide-eyed and oblivious Jaune stares at his partner confused. “About what?”

“About your assertiveness. You let people walk over you, and do nothing about it! I’m tired of that. So, I want you to start being more dominate!”

“Dominate?” Jaune ask tilting his head.

Pyrrha rest a hand on her head. “Yes, Jaune. Dominate, assertive, in control, so on and so forth. I need you, for the team of course, haha, to be in more control of your life, so that we, our team doesn’t project a weak image. If we follow someone who lets himself get walk on by everybody, what’s that going to say about Team JNPR?”

Jaune opened his mouth, but then closed it, pursing his lips pensively. He sighs, scratching the back of his head. 

“Sorry, Pyr. It’s just hard sometimes, you know? I mean, how am I suppose to be in control when it feels like anybody could come along and say, ‘Why are you following a loser who can’t even fight,’ say I’m not fit to be here? What if nobody listens to me then? How can I get people to work with me, if they don’t respect me?”

Pyrrha lays a hand on Jaune’s shoulder, gently rubbing it. “Don’t think like that Jaune.” She shakes her head. “It’s not like that, strength, combat ability, talent, or semblance, aren’t what define a leader, Jaune. It’s more than that, there’s more to respect a person than how they fight, you could be the best combatant in the world, but a pathetic leader. Being a leader is about confidence, a cool-head, a smidge of empathy, knowing how to bring the best out of people.”

Pyrrha looks Jaune in the eyes, a bold smile on her lips, all teeth. “Traits that I all know you have, just waiting to be brought out, traits I’ve seen before and that you’ll master.” She says making sure to punctuate her words with a strong poke to Jaune’s chest.

A light flush cut across Jaunes cheeks and nose, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

Pyrrha watching Jaune’s face had to fight the urge to go wobble in the knees at his cute face.

Then Jaune looked back at Pyrrha, a question in his voice, and his eyes large and curious. “So how do you do it Pyrrha? How do you look so in control all the time.” He asked reverently.

It was Pyrrha turn to feel embarrassed this time, the sheer awe in Jaune’s voice made a her feel warm and hyper-aware of their closeness.

She fought off the feelings and looked Jaune in the eyes. “It’s really an act, actually.”

“An act? Like you pretend to be confident?”

Pyrrha swallowed. “Yeah, it’s like a mask I put on. When I go out and fight, I don’t go out there thinking ‘I’m going to lose and everybody is going to hate me.’ No thinking like that make’s you lose before you even try. Even if I’m nervous and scared, I don’t show it. Part of the reason people don’t respect you is you wear how you feel on your sleeve, people know your scared you fight them, and they press that and make you slip up.”

Jaune felt a light-bulb go off in his head. “If you act confident, people will think you’re confident. It’s not about what I feel, it’s about what I show people!”

Pyrrha clapped her hands together, a smile on her cheeks. “Exactly, that said you don’t have to keep it up all the time. It’s a like mask you slip on and off. Everybody has a mask they put on. People like Yang, Weiss, and I, all have masks we wear.”

Jaune looked amazed, but unbelieving. Wonder how Yang or Weiss, could ever be anything less than powerful or in control. “I almost don’t believe you, but, I guess they’re just people too, aren’t they?” 

 Pyrrha nods her head. “Yes, they are, but they seem bigger than life, because they act better than life. Though, it’s also only one half of the equation.” “What’s the other half?”

Pyrrha prowled forth, taking long, powerful steps with controlled swings of her body, making Jaune feels smaller than he’d ever felt before in front of Pyrrha. As she loomed over him and put her hand to his chest, she whispered. “Body Language.” A lightly pushed him, but he stumbled back in shock into the wall.

“You can act as confidently as you want, but if you don’t back it up with how you look, you will be called out.”

“Wow. Can you teach me?”

Pyrrha gave him a toothy grin. “I can arrange that.”

-----Two Hour’s later-----

“I think I’m getting it, Pyr!” Jaune said happily, looking more confident than Pyrrha had ever seen him.

“Then show me.” Pyrrha said.

Jaune scratched the back of his head in a slow, deliberate fashion, once again reminding Pyrrha that he absorbed knowledge like sponge absorbed water. He was already incorporating her lesson unwittingly. The idea sent tingles of excitement across her body.

“Alright, I guess I’ll try-, I mean I’ll show you. I’ll prove that I’m not a waste of time.” Jaune said catching his less confident speaking habit, it made Pyrrha want to reach out and comfort him. But she stayed her hand and watched Jaune.

It then happened without warning, as the entire atmosphere surrounding Jaune disappeared, his naturally warm and welcoming aura was gone. 

The air grew cold, and the shadow around they seemed to lengthen, as a new aura took form around Jaune, creating something, a very cold, oppressive, and dominating air was molded around Jaune.

Pyrrha started shivering uncontrollably, and felt a dark pit rise in her stomach, as Jaune looked at her his eyes blank and unfeeling, his normally warm blue eyes that carried love like a sun lets out light were replaced by eyes that carried the deep, unfathomable depths of the oceans, carrying storms and weight to crush any man under it’s pressure.

His face was schooled into a blank mask, showing no emotion, none at all, save, but the slightest of smirks, carrying the barest amount of pride. As though he knew something that Pyrrha didn’t, something dangerous and game-changing. What did he know? What didn’t he know?! Did he know how she felt!?

Jaune’s weak posture was gone, changed into a controlled stance, that was relaxed but capable of spring into action at the slightest instance. The difference was enough to feel like whiplash to Pyrrha, ask though watching a puppy turn into a Beo-Wolf.

Then he moved. He wasn’t much fast, no, but the way he moved had changed entirely. Instead of walking around like a very careful bull in a china-ship, he had switched instead to moving as though the world was made for him to walk upon, as though he was the king, and the world was his.

His movements were aggressive, but controlled, calm and sharp, like a storm in a bottle waiting to be uncorked. Jaune wasn’t looking for a fight, but he looked ready and eager.

Jaune stalked forth to Pyrrha, making the girl feel small, her knee’s feeling weak and powerless. She felt the power in her legs leave her, and she feel against the wall, catching herself as she slid down.

A large calloused hand caught her shoulder and pinned her to the wall, as Jaune stared down at her, his form dwarfing her own, a shadow casting down over her face as his deep blue eyes seemed to stare right though her. Pyrrha blush and tried to speak, but no words came out, beside. “Please, be gentle.”

Then Jaune carefully swept a piece of hair off her face, leaning down into her ear whispering in a deep, throaty tone. “Thanks for the lesson, Pyrrha, I hope I met your expectations.”

Pyrrha felt her heart hit a million mile’s per hour, her blood catch fire, and the desperate need for the man in front of her. The stimulus was too much for her though, and she slid to the ground in a blushing, stuttering, unconsciousness mess. 

“Huh, I wonder what I did?” Jaune said still wearing his confident mask, pickup up Pyrrha, and walking back to the room, unaware of the effects his new confidence would cause through the night.

AN: Sorry, for the lack of content recently feeling a dull, uncreative and a bit procrastination.