#and would do cinder JUSTICE!

[nyaskitten]

The reason Arrakore's design is so good is unlike other characters in Wildbrain era, he actually gets to have thinks like cheekbones and eyebags.

[i-am-terrowin]

as a geology major the volcano episode of 911 lone star is hilarious

[nightmare-foundation-2]

Hot take: Ozpin isn't even morally gray. I guess he is if you count past lives (slaughtering potentially thousands of ppl to end a war), but otherwise?? I really don't think he is.

Imo, Qrow is more morally gray, Ironwood pre-villain arc was morally gray, etc. I really don't think any of Oz's actions could count as 'morally gray', even when considering that he kept important information to keep his circle and by extension RWBY and Co hopeful, regardless of if you think it's manipulative or not (technically yes, but there was good intentions behind it so imo it's fundamentally different).

Oz really isn't the bad guy the entire fndm tries making him out to be. If he was I think the show would show him in that light, which it doesn't. It TRIED showing him as morally gray, but generally his actions aren't that bad. The FNDM loves saying Oz is an awful manipulative compulsive liar who's intentions are weird and muddy. But honestly I think if he was like that, he wouldn't be portrayed as good. Most of Salems own opinions on Oz is her projecting and being a hypocrite. I don't think the characters narration is reliable when it comes to Oz. The show itself tried making him seem like that in v6, but ultimately failed.

An example people use to say he's morally gray is pointing out that he made the Academies. Which, I won't lie, is a pretty stupid take. The Academies train older teenagers (17-21, possibly older if they allow older ppl to join) who have already been learning how to fight presumably since they were young. Ruby had presumably already had Crescent Rose for a few years by the time she was 15, and there's several combat schools to teach kids how to fight. Remnantians count as a warrior race! They HAVE to fight to survive. Even if you haven't been to an academy, it's normal to know how to fight to defend against Grimm. Controlled by Salem or not, Grimm are a constant that you NEED to fight against. The Academies just give widespread access to tools and education to learn in a safe environment filled with other hunters. They just so happen to fight off Salems Grimm forces, and unknowingly defend the Relics inside. It's a win-win-win on everyone's side. Yes, people are going to die. But they'd be MORE likely to die if a) they can't defend themselves properly b) don't have proper tools to do so or c) don't know how to fight at ALL. Thanks to the Academies, militaries don't need to be used (except Atlas). The possibility of war goes WAY down, and it's harder for the kingdoms to be actively corrupt (not impossible just less easier to be enforced). Objectively? The Academies are a GOOD thing.

Another example is people saying Oz brought RWBY and Co unwillingly into the shadow war. Which... is objectively incorrect. Qrow was the one who told Ruby about the information Cinder and Co were going to attack Haven, and Yang eventually went after her after she left. Ruby brought RNJR with her, because they all experienced trauma and reasonably wanted justice, thinking it was just Cinder behind everything. Then Qrow was the one who told RNJR roughly the truth. He didn't particularly want to, bit he relented anyways, and even then he held back information like Oz being immortal. He didn't even tell them about Salem, just that some nasty people wanted the Relics and Maiden powers and that one of them was named Salem. I guess you could count Ruby being brought into Beacon early, but even then that was the SAFEST option. If Cinder or Roman noticed her silver eyes in ep 1 and that got back to Salem, Ruby would be FUCKED. She was already involved in fighting Roman at that point, and thus would likely get targeted again, silver eyes or not. So Oz brought her in, citing her skill as the reason, while the others likely knew the truth. Qrow OR tai wouldn't have been fine with it if Oz only brought her in to put her into the circle. They would've torn him a new one. Not only that, but obviously he DIDN'T KNOW about the upcoming fall of Beacon. He genuinely thought Ruby and her team was going to be fine for the next 4 years, and when he was starting to suspect something was up, he STILL had no idea the Academy was going to be attacked during the festival. Why would he?? A direct attack isn't typical of Salem, iirc he or someone else said it themselves, especially since it had been 80 or so years since the Great War, which is implied that Salem started. Even IF he wanted to bring her in, he would've waited until after she graduated, which is what happened with STRQ and was going to happen with CVFY. Oz places an emphasis on letting them be kids for as long as possible. He only had to involve them when Qrow already told them everything. And even then, Oz repeatedly gave RWBY and JNR an out. He DID NOT WANT them involved, not yet at least. And with Pyrrha, he didn't exactly have a choice. He gave her time they didn't have, and required her to wait n think, and then needed her verbal consent WHILE BEACON WAS BEING ATTACKED. Yes telling her stressed her out, but I think if she knew the same thing could be offered to anyone else, she'd prefer to take on that burden. It wasn't fair, but it visibly pained Oz to have to give her the choice. He didn't want to, but war is never fair. He would've had to go to SOMEONE regardless.

As for Oz keeping the truth that Salem can't be killed a secret, imo, that is a very VERY hard call for anyone to make. For him it was the option of: tell them immediately and not have any allies (something he values heavily) or have them join Salem out of fear, wait first and tell them later and have them possibly freak out like Ironwood/betray him/lose hope and thus not have any allies, or never tell them so he has important allies and they possibly don't betray him or lose hope. Obviously, he chose the last option, and it's entirely possible he wanted to, eventually, tell them the truth, but we just don't know that. Of course I agree that Oz should've told his circle anyways, but for someone as traumatized and paranoid as Oz who's had to make this decision countless times, you can't exactly fault him for keeping the truth hidden. He's likely told the entire truth before and it bit him in the ass several times before he finally decided to keep it hidden. He said it himself, Leo was NOT the first nor was the last to betray him. As for not telling RWBY and Co? They're CHILDREN he's barely known for, what, a year?? And all of that he was their teacher/Headmaster who didn't often interact with them, or their mentor. He barely knew them and as far as we know, didn't get the chance to actually know and get close to them. They already knew just how dangerous Salem was from the fall of Beacon and battle of haven, plus the fact that she controls Grimm. They could've easily assumed Salem was hard to kill at LEAST since she's immortal and been around for countless thousands of years, and there's no way they thought no one tried to kill her. Oz barely knew them and they almost proved him right by nearly giving up. Plus, he was FRESHLY betrayed at that point. I'm sure yall noticed he was immediately pretty closed off due to the revelation of Leo's betrayal. He genuinely considered Leo a friend, so Oz's trauma response is to hold everyone else at arms length.

Another thing is the fact that he hid the truth from Salem as well early on in their relationship. Thing is, Jinn (a presumably reliable narrator) stated that they BOTH hid things from the other. Salem likely didn't tell him that she lied and manipulated kingdoms into turning against the gods, just that she wanted him back and the gods didn't like that bc that ABSOLUTELY would've upset Oz. Oz, knowing Salem didn't like the gods from her story, likely decided right then to keep the full truth from her, worried she wouldn't react well to it, something anyone would do. Not only that, but right after, Salem convinced, possibly manipulated, Oz into acting as a god-king with her, something he clearly didn't want to do. Jinn herself said "the hearts of men are easily swayed" as Salem convinced him to become a God-king with her. So yes, it's very possible that Salem manipulated him into doing that. "But Salem was fine with the truth later when he told her!" Yes, she was, but Oz couldn't have known that. And the whole reason he tried to leave her was because Salem was turning into a dictator tyrant, something Oz didn't want and something Salem was set on. He did overreact a little bit by bringing the kids instead of communicating with her, but it wasn't his fault that Salem immediately attacked him instead of trying to talk to him, or at least waiting until the kids were in a safe place before attacking him. Most of this wasn't Oz's fault, if any of it. Salem overreacted heavily by attacking him with the kids being react there. Had Oz and the kids lived and escaped her, they would've been TERRIFIED of Salem afterwards, traumatized by the ordeal. And it's never shown that Salem actually cared that they died, just that they "could've had freedom", blaming Oz instead. Meanwhile Oz, afterwards, spent whole LIVES drowning his sorrow and regret and trauma in alcohol, and he's clearly STILL affected by it if Salem using the silhouettes of their children is any indication, since she was likely taunting him (but also reminiscing, regardless of her feelings on the matter) and never brought up their children in any matter.

Overall I really don't think Oz is as bad as the fandom says he is. People like to think he and Salem are the same (something i might make a post on later), when they're very, very different. Oz really isn't bad, he's just traumatized and is basing current events off of past experiences. He's far from manipulative, uncaring, or really any negative adjective I've seen people describe him as. I've probably missed some things, but my point has been made I think. The fndm really likes to misinterpret Oz's character, saying he's exactly like Dumbledore, but in reality he's a subversion of characters like Dumbledore. He's a seriously good guy, and I think people miss that.

[quills-of-freedom]

Cock Canons ~

Reiner - Porco - Bertolt - Levi - Hange

Detailed descriptions of their junk, including pictures and links to buy one if you so wish... Lovehoney is NOT a sponsor. Although they should. I'd be happy to endorse sex toys.

Warnings: Well, Peni. 18+ only

Reiner Braun 💥

Reiner has a monster cock. It’s at least 9" and its girthy too. It slightly curves at the top, rendering it impossible to not have an orgasm while he’s inside of you, as his fat head prods at your G-Spot over and over.

Reiner’s cock has that clean salty taste. He showers often with all of the training he does so it’s never unpleasant to have in your mouth.

When it’s errect the veins are pretty protruding; having to keep such a large muscle supplied with plenty of blood as he fucks you into the other world.

His balls a large but not overly so. The skin around them is pretty tight and he likes to shave them because he doesn’t like the feeling of being over-grown. And he loves it when you sensually suck on them.

[ This ] is the closest pic I could find of what Reiner’s cock would look like. It would be a slighter darker shade but the heads shade of pink is pretty spot on.

His pre cum is super sweet, like corn syrup or something delightful.

His cum is more salty but still not bad. It’s extremely thick and ropey. This cock, with all of his testosterone, breeding kinks and his natural pheromones, is just designed to impregnate.

Porco Galliard 🥵

Porco’s precious penis is shorter than Reiner’s but just as - if not more - girthy.

It’s more rounded at the top and oh so deliciously fat. Like his neck.

Porco also showers as often as he can, as he’s always pushing himself during training so his dick is usually nice and clean.

It’s still a fucking weapon so his also has a strong appearance of veins as it requires a lot of blood flow.

Porco has a hard time dealing with intense feelings of lust, often losing control and letting himself getting too fired up, so you’d better make sure the safety is on for this gun, pal.

The closest pic to Porco’s junk is [ this ]. But longer and more girthy. His balls are also larger than that.

Porco Galliard is an absolute animal in bed once he’s within his comfort zone with you, and this dick can deal a lot of damage.

His cum is sweeter than Reiner’s but is just as thick.

Bertoldt Hover 🌭

Bertoldt’s banging baton his like him; long, slender and timid. But awaken it and… My god you’ll be sorry. Once this man gets fired up and slips into the mists of madness, there’s is no stopping him.

Bertoldt’s cock loves attention; start stroking it or touching it in any way, it won’t be long until every shy fiber in this boys being turns to cinders and ashes.

There’s a few pictures I found that’s pretty accurate. Let me know which one you like the best for this beast boy.

[ here ] , [ here ] and [ here ] .

Bert’s cum tastes the best out of anyone in this list. It’s almost like salt water taffy or sweet and salted popcorn.

His balls are tight, slightly smaller than his fellow warriors but that really doesn’t mean a thing. He will still absolutely ruin you with ease. Once he sees the red curtain he’s sure to perform well.

His cock is the twitchiest of the bunch. When it’s errect it can not stop still, almost like it’s trying to hurl itself into your hand or any part of you, really.

Levi Ackerman

Oh boy.

O—h boy.

Levi Ackerman is one with his cock. It’s like it has its own consciousness and they meld into one. He knows just how to use it, what to do next to push you to the next level of ecstasy.

Levi’s dick is big and thick. Deliciously thick. He’s definitely packing down there. It’s got a nice shape to it to, and the closest pic i could find to do it any justice is [ this one here ] (except bigger)

If he’s not on an expedition, Levi’s hygiene practices are second to none. It’s always a pleasure to have him in your mouth.

His jet black pubic hairs are trimmed nice and neatly into a cosy little landing strip, beckoning you to descend onto the rolled out welcome mat.

Levi is short because of his malnutrition as a child. But that did not effect the growth of his manhood. It’s a nice clue to how well built he would have been, had circumstances been different.

He can go again and again and again with short intervals. He truly is one of the king’s of sex in this universe.

Hange Zoë

Hange has a wide range of strap-ons and dildos she likes to use on her partner whether she’s being Dom or Sub.

When she’s feeling particularly dominating she likes to unleash [ this ] onto your poor, unsuspecting booty.

It vibrates and her womanhood is very sensitive, so when she’s unleashing this on you, she’s pretty much constantly cuming.

It helps that she has the sight of you being absolutely destroyed by her device .

Hange is loud during sex so with her repeating orgasms, you’d better prepare yourself for Levi to complain about the noise when she’s using it.

She’s a squirter so sex gets very fuckin messy when she’s using this.

She has a name for it too; “Titania”

[daydream-cement]

Heavenly Aether Ch. 5

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Betrayal and bonding.

Sorry this update has taken forever! Thank you for the beta my dear husband @bri-sonat.

Miranda must have apologized a dozen times by the time she walked you into an empty jail cell, but each and every time you left her without a response, staring off into space as you fumed about her betrayal. You had placed your trust in her in a matter of days - yet here she was, quickly breaking that trust for reasons unbeknownst to you. 

“You will only be here for a few hours. I promise. I can take you straight home in the morning. I’m so sorry.” The constable towered above you as she removed your handcuffs, her hands grasping your wrists carefully once the metal had fallen away from your skin. Her thumbs gently rubbed against where the cuffs had been, massaging away any soreness. 

Finally, you turned your gaze upwards to meet her eyes and you watched her posture slouch ever so slightly when she saw the coldness in your eyes. You hadn’t yanked your hands away from Miranda’s grasp as an invisible force kept your feet pinned to the floor directly before her.

Miranda ducked her head low as she spoke in a harsh whisper. Her hands pulled on your wrists, tugging you closer to avoid having to speak too loud, “Please, Y/n… I’m doing everything in my power to move this case forward. This was out of my control. I can’t help you if I get demoted or removed from the force…”

You gazed into her eyes defiantly and tried to ignore the fact that Miranda’s face was inches from yours. Why did she have to be so endearing when you were trying to be angry with her?

“I’ll bring you something for dinner. I’m sorry again…” 

The constable gave you a final remorseful glance before backing away and leaving you alone in the holding cell. You couldn’t be more furious with Miranda or the situation you found yourself in. This was beyond a waste of time. 

For a long while, you sat glaring at the painted cinder block wall, stewing on the betrayal from the woman you had begun to repose such trust in. Miranda dropped off dinner and you continued giving her the cold shoulder, not interested in letting her off so easily.

She left you alone after a long while of trying to explain herself once again. Her reasoning for betraying you was built on a solid foundation of not wanting to lose her job, but you were filled with righteous justice for all the lives that had been lost so far. 

Eventually, the anger subsided to be replaced with anxiety and panic when you reached to absentmindedly play with the flash drive that hung around your neck only to find it missing. No one had taken it when you had to hand over all your belongings before you were placed in lock-up. It must be in your apartment. 

Your mind began racing at all the possibilities: Were they going through your apartment as you sat here in this cell? Would they find the flash drive that was sitting on your nightstand? 

If the wrong corrupted individual were to get their hands on that flash drive, your decades of research would disappear without a trace and an additional few would be fated to die.

Miranda hadn’t returned to the cell to see you until the next morning. You had slept in short spurts throughout the night and when she entered, her voice accompanied by a gentle shake of your shoulder pulled you from your sleep. “Y/n… Wake up…”

Immediately as you were roused from your slumber, you shot up as you were reminded of the severity of your missing flash drive. Your hands gripped her forearms as you searched her eyes - your tone as frantic as your gaze. “Miranda. The flash drive. Where is the flash drive? I left it- They might have it. I-”

“Shh… It’s gonna be okay. Let’s get you out of here.” Miranda retracted her arms so she could take you by your hands, giving you a soft pull so you would shift into a standing position. Once standing, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you from the cell, hushing your concerned chatter as she retrieved your belongings from the lock-up desk. 

“Miranda, what is-” 

The Aussie cut you off, her tone loud and overzealous so as to prevent others from thinking she was plotting something with you. “I’ll give you a ride, ma’am.” 

“Ma’am? What are you talking about?” You furrow your brow at the strangely formal title she had given you. 

“You have had a long night. I’m sure you are ready to get home, huh?” She guided you through the police station with a hand at the small of your back, pushing you towards the back entrance you had arrived through. Once out in the parking garage, your line of questioning continued as you couldn’t understand why she could be behaving so erratically. 

“Mira- Stop. What are you-”

“No need for any fuss. Get on in and I will drive you home.” Miranda repeated as she helped you into the passenger seat. You were growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of communication from the constable. The least she could do was clue you into the reason she was acting so strangely. 

“Mir-” As you struggled to get a word in edgewise, the blonde shut the car door in your face, leading your anger to bubble to the surface. When she rounded the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, you laid in on her. “What is it you think you are doing? Is this kidnapping? You haven’t told me where we are going! You just up and take me from the holding cell like a madwoman!”

“Shh! I am getting you out of there! They searched your apartment last night.” Miranda lost all of her timid kindness as she launched her own verbal attack back at you. She shifted the car into reverse and pulled from the parking place, needing to get away from the station as quickly as possible. “They were looking for that little flash drive of yours, but…” 

The constable reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled out your flash drive on a chain, sending an automatic jolt of relief through your body. The feeling of relief was soon replaced with a wave of nausea at the fact you had treated her so poorly over the past 12 hours. “Miranda, I’m- I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I- I should have listened…” 

“It’s okay, Y/n. We need to get you home.” Instead of handing over the flash drive, Miranda leaned over in her seat and looped the necklace over your head. The act felt extremely intimate, especially when her hands came back around your neck and moved your hair out of the way so the chain could lay comfortably around your neck. “Do you need anything to eat? You didn’t have much of your dinner last night.”

“Uhm, yeah. Sure.” Your breath hitched and a blush spread on your cheeks when her fingertips graced the back of your neck. Her touch was brief and left you wondering why you craved more. You finally felt like you could breathe again when Miranda pulled away - her focus shifting to driving you home and potentially grabbing a coffee.

“I shouldn’t be telling you any of this, but they found a computer and some documents in your home. It will take time for the non-corrupt higher-ups to figure it out, but it was an illegal search. They wanted that flash drive. I was thinking, if you are okay with it, that I could sleep on your couch tonight. Just in case they send anyone again…” 

Your fingers twiddled with the flash drive that hung from your neck, mind swirling with what may be the potential state of your apartment when you return. She had already been making you nervous through her lingering touches and kind eyes, and now she wanted to stay in your apartment with you?

As Miranda parked her car in the parking garage near your home, she began filling you in on the plan she had formulated with Robin while you were locked up. “So we have been looking into the organization a bit more and it seems as though there is a recruitment event coming up. I’m thinking we could go undercover and see what we can learn about the church. Robin says she would be willing to run ground interference if you and I pose as potential members, although we might have to put you in a wig or something. They may recognize you.”

“Undercover? With me?”

The blonde seemed delighted with the prospect of going undercover with you, immediately making you feel more at ease with the idea. You couldn’t help but watch the sweet little grin that grew on her face as she explained her desire to go undercover with you. “Uh, yeah! We could gain plenty of valuable information and…. It might be a little fun.” 

You listened carefully as Miranda parked the car, saving your reply for when you walked side by side. “Don’t you need approval from your superiors for that kind of thing? It doesn’t seem as though they are really on our team here.” 

“Robin worked an in she had at the courts. She explained our predicament and they approved the undercover work and said getting a search warrant wouldn’t be too hard either if we went through them.” Miranda followed your lead as you guided her down a staircase and over to your building. From there you began walking her through a side door and up a floor to your apartment. “So I’m thinking you get your best dress and you and I can be some affluent lesbian couple or something?”

“A couple?” You giggle as you unlock your front door, unable to believe your ears. 

“Or something?” Miranda laughed in return, but her attention was soon taken up by the messy apartment before her. The constables who had been in your apartment left objects strewn everywhere as they sought out your technological belongings. Before you were able to express your frustrations with the state of your apartment, Miranda’s soft voice rang in your ear, “I’m so sorry. I can help you clean a bit, but I’ll need a little direction from you.”

It took you a few minutes to calm down and comprehend the possessions broken and damaged by the carelessness of Miranda’s peers. The constable helped you shelve books and put the cushions and pillows back on the sofa.

The conversation slowly shifted from the case at hand to personal stories surrounding your knick-knacks and photographs. Next thing you knew, the two of you were giggling on your sofa, a few empty bottles of beer littering the table before you and a half-full bottle in both of your hands. The two of you had started your conversation at separate ends of the couch and now you had met in the middle, the back of Miranda’s knuckles gently rubbing your shin.

“There is no way!” You shouted, arms reaching out to grasp Miranda’s knee to shake her back and forth. The laughs you had begun to share were endless as Miranda’s joy was simply contagious. The worries of the case at hand and your recent arrest were all but a distant memory for the time being.

“I really did! Look for yourself.” The blonde lifted her shirt to display a few-year-old healed wound on her chest. At first, you assumed her ‘life-threatening wound’ was just her being hyperbolic, but now that you saw it with your own eyes, you had no choice but to believe her.

You couldn’t help yourself when you reached forward and pressed your fingertips against the scar. Lingering your touch against her soft skin, you tenderly began stroking your fingers back and forth. You only stopped when Miranda’s hand caught your wrist, sending your gaze up to meet hers to see she had gone serious.

“You are very beautiful…” Miranda’s voice was barely a whisper when she pulled your wrist to her mouth, her lips coming to place a gentle kiss along your skin. 

You found yourself creeping closer, your spare hand resting on her thigh as your faces drifted closer together. “We should be careful…” 

Her lips ghosted over yours - the soft breath of her words could be felt across your lips. “I agree… We should stop before this goes too far…”

The alcohol in your system certainly wasn’t helping your decision-making process. You knew you wanted Miranda regardless, but you had been keeping yourself from it for the sake of the case. The two of you seemed to be growing closer in spite of your anger from earlier today which only made your adoration for her stronger. 

Now that you were a lips distance away, you could smell the sweetness of her shampoo. Her fingers against your thigh were making you feel delirious, but it was her beautiful eyes that drove you mad.

Miranda’s usual kindness had disappeared, and been replaced with a hunger you hadn’t witnessed before. There was no going back from what you both wanted, and the repercussions were minuscule in comparison to the way you began to ache for one another

“Yeah…” You mumbled before closing the gap between your lips and hers.

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[bestworstcase]

Okay so a lil bit back you made a post going into RWBY's chess symbolism with a particular chess strategy in mind (iirc at least, I know very little about chess) and found primarily that in this context the Black Queen is neither Salem (the player) nor Cinder but Watts and Cinder is the much-more-important-in-this-strategy Black Bishop and I just realized. Teams JNPR and RWBY have their own assigned chess pieces, right? The White Rook and White Knight respectively I think? Is there anything there or does the metaphor not run quite that deep?

the dragon variation!

conceptually the beacon initiation is interesting because we’ve got teams of four assembled from pairs which each choose a single “relic.” it’s not quite as pointed as the vytal tournament (notionally a celebration of teamwork but at every stage the teams are fragmented until a single combatant is sent into the final bracket) but i think it is thematically salient that the initiation is set up this way. and i lead with that because:

blake beelines to the black king and stands in front of it until yang grabs the white knight; if yang had been indecisive, or asked blake which one she wanted, it’s pretty clear that this is the piece blake would have chosen.

similarly, nora and jaune choose the white rooks, and ruby takes the other white knight:

implicitly, this leaves ren, weiss, and pyrrha as either of the white bishops, the white queen, or the white king. i would argue that ren and weiss are bishops, the fall maiden (both amber + pyrrha together) is the white king, and ironwood is of course the white queen.

as a point of interest, none of white’s main lines against the dragon variation rely heavily on the knights or the rooks; the common tactics are a kingside pawn storm or attempt to force an exchange of bishops by putting a bishop on h6, defended by the queen. so the beacon initiation foreshadows ozpin’s defeat quite heavily. his tactics are all wrong. (likewise, cardin winchester is a black bishop to foreshadow cinder’s role in this game.)

but the more intriguing piece is that blake is linked so overtly to the black king. of course, in V2 ozpin suspects her of being salem’s spy and makes insinuations and thinly-veiled threats along those lines when he questions her after the incident at the docks, so her transient association with a black piece here does neatly foreshadow her perceived, but not real, affiliation with salem. but why the king, specifically?

the king is invaluable. it’s the piece you must safeguard at any cost, the one piece you cannot sacrifice. in the symbolic vocabulary of this story, the king piece is what each side is fighting for; ozma’s white king is always a vault, both the relic and the maiden needed to acquire it. but what is salem’s?

what does blake represent? what does she stand for? what brought her to beacon? “there’s too much wrong in the world to stand by and do nothing! corruption, inequality—someone has to stop it.”

“so you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called ‘free’ world, but take heed: there will be no victory in strength.” <- this is followed by a narrative drumbeat of salem’s pieces and pawns explicitly condemning systemic corruption and unfairness upheld by the huntsman academies and atlas military. salem herself names love and justice as qualities that “drive us,” along with reverence.

“build your monuments to a so-called free world” -> “look how you’ve diminished; how you’ve lessened yourself, and for what? these children? this ruined world?” -> “in pursuit of a new world” she’s not talking about the planet!

the black king is freedom. it’s the desperate longing to be free and not knowing how to make that happen but needing to try something because doing nothing is intolerable, and therefore impossible. blake is associated with the black king because she represents what salem is fighting for, and she turns away from it to accept the white knight instead because she’s hoping for a peaceful way forward whereas salem’s hope is anger.

and i think this is why ‘this time’ is… the way it is. notionally the song is about ghira and blake rallying the faunus to save haven academy, but, um…

This warning is dire my words you must hear A kingdom in shambles our downfall is near Yet I still believe that the peace We'll achieve's growing closer But first blood must spill like the wine at a feast The calm only comes once the carnage has ceased Fight or die There'll be no release

…this is really violent imagery to put in the mouths of pacifists. yes, both ghira and blake are willing to fight to defend themselves and others if cornered, but ‘this time’ is explicitly a violent call to action. blood must spill like wine before peace can be achieved! the calm only comes after the carnage is done! like this sort of thing is what you might expect sienna khan to say to rally her people, not the belladonnas.

which on one level serves to underscore the point that the belladonnas are on sienna’s side, but also:

Out of the ashes, a new flame ignite Rise up from shadows and into the light

it’s phoenix imagery. and where have we heard that before?

The light of hope is taken And discontent is the contagion The blinding eyes That burn a yellow flame The embers that remain Will light the fuse of condemnation  Kingdoms in tatters Hung on the brink of a war The peace will succumb to flames

hm.

One spark can incite their hope And ignite the hearts of their weary souls I will extinguish that flame

hmm.

“but even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change […] nature’s wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow’s absence came light, civilization, and most importantly, life.”

HMMM.

kingdoms in tatters / a kingdom in shambles. the parallel imagery is not especially subtle. ‘this time’ is akin to ‘for every life’ in that the characters it’s notionally about are reflections of salem.

(‘for every life’ could be a post on its own but: “you are all that remains of humanity” -> “all that remains/the end of the tale/is worse than we feared/all that remains/collapsed in the void/drowning in tears” and “the moon will sadly watch the roses die” -> “some roses will never bloom/some dreams will rot on the vine” and of course “there will be no victory in strength” -> “strength’s not victory” it’s a salem song!!)

[sir-adamus]

someone on Remnant altered or made the simulation that RWBYJNR and the JL were caught in (and hijacked a training simulator for RWBYJNR) - Kilg%re rants about it, claiming it was his idea to use Dust to power it, and that he gave whoever the Remnant contact was the idea. and it’s noted as weird that the lab in Schnee manor was set up like a command center (and i’ve a feeling, because we didn’t see Bruce or Jessica leave, that they’re still gonna be in the simulation at the start of the next movie)

 gonna stick this under a read more, got kinda long

... did Watts somehow make contact with Earth?

either him or Merlot, i guess, might be Merlot

it’s either one of them or Thornmane and this should be post-Arrowfell so he should be in jail and he’s... not exactly got the strongest personality for this kinda thing

but whoever it is has personal reasons to want RWBYJNR trapped and as Kilg%re specifically says 'he' and the fact that whoever did this has the power and resources to create a whole simulated world to trap two sets of heroes in, that dramatically narrows the field of possible Remnant villains

and honestly, now thinking about it I'm leaning on Merlot - the proviso that the simulated world be used to trap RWBYJNR as well as the Justice League implies personal beef, which Merlot would have, given how his mutant Grimm plans were derailed, whereas Watts has never been terribly interested in them (not to mention it runs counter to Salem wanting Ruby alive) and Kilg%re is even more of an egomaniac than Cinder is, I don't think Watts would've tolerated working with him long enough to get to this point

so yeah that does kinda leave Merlot as prime suspect - which makes sense as he's a lot more... dramatic? wacky? villain monologue-y? than Watts, because he was a Beacon era villain, so he would work as a decent enough counterpart to Kilg%re

plus Watts was laying low at this point, so it might not make sense to use him because yeah okay this is a silly non-canon collab movie but they probably would still avoid derailing the canon storyline by putting him in RWBYJNR's sights too early (as they don’t even know he exists until Jacques’ party) - plus as fun as he is, in a flat out fight he’s gonna lose and i don’t know if he’d work as a full-on movie villain. whereas we don’t really know much about Merlot’s history because we were never in the same room as him, so they’ve got room to play there in what he could be capable of, and if they do bring back the Mutant Grimm, his mysterious control of them would serve to keep him as a credible threat for the next part of the story

and yeah, there’s the argument against Merlot because he’s an obscure villain who appeared in one game like 7 years ago, and that’s fair, but counter to that: how many of you had even heard of Kilg%re before this movie?

[dragynkeep]

Oh boy! Time to be RWDE again!

Volume 1:

Why is Glynda set up with every possible anime trope of being Ruby’s mentor, yet she gets shafted?

Who thought two minutes and forty seconds is an episode? No, that’s a clip. A short.

Speaking of episode length (or lack thereof), what is up with this pacing…

So…team RWBY aren’t going to ever speak to each other? Why not assign them to different teams?

Borrowing from Young Justice, Weiss could lead the team until Ruby is mature enough to handle the role. Why yes, I do think Weiss has the head to be a leader, or at the very least, try to be a leader and fail, teaching her how to be a better team player. Character Arcs 101.

You had Weiss having a internal dialogue (great! Do that!) and then drop it to never use it on her or any other character. That’s a staple of anime, geniuses.

-we’re not copying Soul Eater down to the school layout, we swear- Uh huh. Sure.

Why is Ruby giving Jaune advice she doesn’t know herself??? How did she learn/know that???

Also PS- While Emerald’s redemption is something RT did, it could have been pulled earlier in Volume 2 or Volume 5, but that requires actual good writing and planning.

So many points, so little time with this show fr.

1:

RWBY just hates women. Like I'm not even joking, this show hates women despite being a female-led show. Glynda was given the oppotunity to be this figure for not just Ruby, but the team as a whole, but every chance she gets is given to the male teachers for no reason.

Professor Port was the one to lecture Weiss about being a good teammate and to not allow her ego to blind her to her own shortcomings, even if that scene is dogshit in retrospect. Professor Oobleck was the one to challenge Team RWBY's ideals around being Huntresses, to the point where we got depth into his character on why he wanted to be a Huntsman.

Even when Yang had lost her arm and needed guidance, Port and Oobleck were there with Tai for that arc. Glynda never gets a chance to even talk properly with our main team, or even flesh herself out as a character to the point that the most we got is from the AA game.

2.

The reason why V1 was like 20 episodes long. The episodes were like five minutes long and would've done better just shoving the parts together. It also meant that the pacing was really slow because we'd be waiting a week for a continuation only to have another five minute long episode.

3.

Interteam relationship outside the partnerships have always been an issue tbh. It's just more egrigious now because it's been like ten years and Ruby/Blake are barely friends, let alone close enough that Blake would admire Ruby like she said she does. Classic told =/= shown.

4.

I think the whole leadership issues with Weiss and Ruby were concluded far too quickly, they could barely be counted as arcs. Weiss has justified issues with Ruby not taking Beacon or her role as their leader seriously, but rather than that being built up more and having the two actually grow together, they just get lectured at and immediately change.

5.

Unpopular opinion but I hate the inner monologue used in anime and I'm glad RWBY doesn't go into it all that much outside of that one time with Weiss. The issue rises because they don't ever let the watchers in on what these characters are thinking or feeling, and even contradict themselves over the volumes.

6.

The advice Ruby gave to Jaune is honestly bad advice? A leader isn't someone who puts the team before themselves, that just opens up for the burnout and idiolising the leader, which is exactly what happened to Ruby in the later volumes. But they didn't show that the advice she gave them was not meant to be something taken seriously.

If they even remember what Ruby told him when they can't even keep track what happen in the volume before.

7.

The whole thing with Emerald's redemption is that she really wasn't given much to flesh out. She started the show straight up ignoring Cinder's orders to go out of her way to be more evil and violent, murdering a minority who ran from an organisation she has no part of. Only for the show to try and paint her later as a lost soul who doesn't realise how bad Cinder is for her.

Nevermind the actual redemption doesn't have her face consequences for the fact that she murdered countless people without much care and only ever pulled sad faces rather than, you know, having actual character to push her redemption.

[discodreaming]

HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

[howlingday]

Cinder in a RWBY X Justice League Idea

Just finished watching the RWBY x Justice League Part 2, and I gotta admit it was pretty fun! Not great (cuz a certain team was missing) but I liked the pacing of the film and its action scenes.

However, when I saw Team RWBY meet some of the DC villains it got me thinking…

What if…?

…in another crossover…

…Maiden-empowered Cinder Fall got involved in the DC world thinking it’d be a curbstomp…

…only to be abandoned by her allies there after her defeat…

… and in the post-credits scene wakes up to sound of clanging jail cells…

… panicking up noticing the COLLAR around her neck…

…only to hear the footsteps and see the face of Amanda freakin’ Waller!?!

  I don’t know about you, but I personally think that kind of scenario would be absolutely DELICIOUS!!!

Especially when you consider how CAPABLE yet DIFFERENT the two women are!

How do you think it would play out?

My thoughts?

  Cinder: *points at Waller* YOU! GET THIS OFF ME, NOW!!! And MAYBE I’ll let you LIVE!

Waller: *raised eyebrow* Is that right?

Cinder: *outraged* DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE SHEER POWER THAT- AAAAAAAUGGHHH!!!

Waller: *pressing down on shock collar* Let’s get somethings straight here, Miss Fall.

Cinder: *writhing in pain*

Waller: I don’t care where you come from, who you think you are, or what you used to be.

Cinder: *desperately tugging collar*

Waller: *raises voice* Either, you learn how to be a team player…

Cinder: *wretching and twitching*

Waller: *narrows eyes* …or you can learn to PLAY DEAD.

Waller: *turns collar off* Have I made myself clear?

Cinder: *gasping*

Waller: *unfazed* ...that's what I thought.

---------------------------------------------------

And just like that, Cinder went from being the top dog to a bottom bitch. Again. Seriously, this is, like, twice now. You need to get it together, girl.

No, but seriously, THIS would be a great way to introduce both characters into each other's worlds. Both are manipulative, cruel, and downright evil women who only want one thing: CONTROL.

Something I find interesting is that Waller would use a shock collar on Cinder, and would use it on the regular to keep Cinder under her control... until Waller goes too far and gets flaming glass run through her.

Bravo on your scenario! Keep up the good work!

[thecampjuicebox]

This was a request I got a bit ago from a lovely follower that I cannot seem to find the username of :((( But I hope you're able to find this and enjoy it!! This won't be entirely game accurate for the sake of story length, but I hope I do the prompt justice nonetheless <3

The Monastery

Pairing: Astarion x Tav(m)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: Angst, death, crying, game spoilers

Your legs almost don't move fast enough, the once grand creche falling down behind you in a cloud of dust and debris that shrouds you and your companions. Bodies collide with the ground around you, the screams of the Githyanki still left inside becoming muffled after the final rocks tumble. Silence. The air around you is thick with dirt and death. Obtaining the Blood of Lathander was no simple feat, and clearly reaped some extremely heavy consequences. The massive weapon facing toward the building should've been a sign to maybe not mess with the the monastery's contents, but the idea of the mace was entirely too tempting to pass up. The enchanted mace's light surrounds you in a soft yellow glow as you stare up at the sky, blinking through the dust. A heavy sigh heaves itself from your chest and you sit up from where your body had fallen, absorbing your surroundings and taking inventory of your party. Gale. Shadowheart. Yourself. Astar-

"Where is Astarion?!"

Your voice is hoarse. Pained with the thought of what could have happened to the vampire spawn. Gale scrambles to his feet, coughing from the particles still floating around the atmosphere, rushing to your side as you drop to your knees in a pathetic display. The damage is catastrophic. The Monastery now a massive pile of cinders and collapsed corridors. Had you known what exactly would happen from you stealing the weapon, you'd have been more inclined to ditch your efforts in obtaining it and been on your way to the mountain pass. The hole in the ground pales in comparison to the hole in your heart from your new realization. Astarion is gone. Caught in the rockslide. And it's your fault. He warned you of the cataclysmic danger of taking the coveted mace. Told you to just leave it behind. I should've listened. Gods, I should've listened!

Tears sting in the corners of your eyes and your head falls back between your shoulders, a strained sob escaping your burning lungs. Sorrow rips straight through the middle of your chest like a newborn Gnoll. Sharp. Angry. Lethal. Gale clings to you tightly to keep you steady, head turning to look at Shadowheart for some sort of guidance. Shadowheart's eyes lower to the ground as the cleric rests on her knees, fighting back her own tears. She's just as lost as he is. After a moment of reflection, it's almost as if a torch lights a fire under Gale's arse and he stumbles to stand, hands fumbling for the small pack he keeps on his back. Potion bottles and scrolls scatter the ground around the two of you, the seemingly never-ending supply of random trinkets and parchment almost comical. Then he finds it. A small scroll with both ends wrapped toward the middle.

"A Scroll of Revivify!"

"We.. Have to have his body for that to work, Gale.."

Shadowheart's tone is somber and quiet, the cleric moving to sit next to your trembling frame. Soothing arms wrap themselves around your torso as you grieve. Warm tears stain your hot cheeks as you sob into your hands, fingernails scratching at the skin just above your eyebrows. How could you let this happen? You're supposed to be the fearless leader. Your earth shattering cries make it increasingly harder to focus their thoughts. Gale tuts. His pack hits the ground with a thud and he starts toward the rubble in an act of heroism that Gale isn't typically known for. Another cough chokes the wizard as he wades his way into the smoke, forearm coming up to shield his eyes from the assault, the cloud devouring his shape. You and Shadowheart wait with baited breath. Minutes pass, feeling like hours.

"I've got him! A little help, please?"

Gale emerges from the settling dust, Astarion's limp body held up in his arms. Your legs react before your brain and you hurry to your feet, running with a speed you've never known to assist Gale in carrying Astarion to safety. His eyes are dull and lifeless. Arms and legs mangled by the fallen concrete and brick. Lifelessness making his body stiff and colder than usual. You brush his hair away from his still open eyes, as if he'd the need to see his surroundings.

"We've got you, Star.. We've got you.."

Bottom lip quivering uncontrollably, you help Gale lower the lifeless spawn to the ground, taking care to adjust his limbs to his sides. Gale hurries for the scroll and opens it up, reads over the words a few times, and takes a deep breath. The air around you seems to stand still, blood pumping in your ears. Gale holds his hands out over Astarion's corpse, eyes glowing an electrifying purple, scleras and irises burning bright like the Netherese Orb itself. Magic sizzles through the filthy atmosphere, zapping the atoms and particles of dirt around you. Your hair stands on end. White light engulfs Astarion's corpse. With the delivery of a quick incantation, Astarion coughs loudly, chest heaving from the force of life. A careful hand moves into his soft white hair and you blink down at him. "S-Star..?" The spawn hurries to his feet, wobbling for a moment while he finds the feeling of his legs and the ground beneath him once more. His eyebrows knit together. Bright red eyes shoot in your direction and the intensity of his gaze nearly stops your heart.

"What in the sweet hells were you thinking, activating that lance? I was right there! Gods, do you have any idea how much that hurt?"

His tone is sharp like his daggers, cutting through you with a viciousness you've never heard him use before. Not on you, anyway. Sitting on your knees, you lower your head.

"S-Sorry.. I'll be more careful next time. Astarion.. I'm so sorry."

Guilt bubbles up like bile in your throat and you swallow hard. Tears threaten your eyes once more and you quickly lose the battle, droplets falling onto your cheeks and down your neck, leaving little trails through the dust and grime stuck to your skin. Gale and Shadowheart keep to themselves, checking their packs for supplies while you and Astarion speak. The delivery of your apologies makes Shadowheart snicker quietly and Gale shoves her shoulder with his own to quiet her. She can't help it. Something about Astarion's temper is entirely too funny to her. The spawn hisses, shaking his finger in your direction.

"Next time? No, no, no, if there is a 'next time', I'll be the one aiming the all powerful weapon. Thank you."

"I-I should've listened.."

Shaking hands reach out to touch the spawn's leg, the child-like nature of your crying making you crawl to him and cling to his scuffed boot. His arms lift out of your way in shock, eyes softening at your obvious shame and guilt. He sighs heavily and pats the back of your head for a moment out of pity. The affectionate display makes him uncomfortable and he chews on his bottom lip for a moment. You lift your head to meet his eyes and he grimaces. Tears and snot soil the entirety of your face, your bottom lip quivering still. Words cannot describe how sorry you are to him, and you rack your brain searching for the right things to say. Had you been more cautious.. Had you just listened to him for once, none of this would have happened. "I'm so sorry.." is all you can muster now. Over and over again. His resolve disintegrates at your quiet pleas for forgiveness. Shaking his head, he pulls you to your feet. His hands meet your shoulders, smoothing the dirt from your armor.

"I do appreciate you trying to fix your mistake. Just don't do it again."

With a solemn nod, you lower your head in shame. Astarion places his hands on his hips and shifts his weight to one foot, eyes moving around his surroundings. He quirks an eyebrow at the still giggling Shadowheart and exhales heavily, a single white curl falling into his eyes.

"Now, shall we go? Or do you have any other chaos to unleash here?"

[bonefall]

So cruel season Hollyleaf would definitely spill the beans on Poppyfrost and Jayfang if she found out the truth? And if she did do this, what would be the long term effects? Cause I can't see Cinder getting with her after she returns, no matter how she's changed. (If the clans even survive the Great Battle.)

Is it possible to understand the burden of knowing what you could have done, what you DID do in another life, and still having people who love and forgive you?

I'm not interested in "what if" here, that's for Fallenleaf to tear over. There was a life she lived where she was responsible for the death of dozens of cats, the abandonment of their ancestral home, where she DID kill her brother with her own claws.

And he can't remember it because it was a previous life, no one else has seen what she's truly capable of, and she's living in the 'best ending' after creating a word for tyranny that survived through 3 languages. The horror of that.

The way their eyes full of love feel like salt on the flesh of a demon.

She paid for it for a hundred years and it's not enough. Seeing Jayfeather is a reminder of what she was both going to do and did do. Ferncloud softly crying because she didn't even get to tell her little brother goodbye, and Lionblaze having nightmares because he never got the closure of seeing his mentor face justice. Cinderheart who still loves her, knowing all this because she's told her.

She's told her but does she know? Does she really? Is it possible for her to fathom it?

Even StarClan itself is too young to have witnessed her crimes and judged them fairly and objectively. And she alone lives with the truth.

[gloomforrestrunes]

Eden and Cinder refs!

a young dark realm recruit who desperately doesnt want to fight. became extremely paranoid and aware of their behavior after being made to watch the execution of another trainee he was close with as a warning due to their perceptively disloyal behavior. was told to keep their mouth shut in regards to the details of the execution.

has named the executioner "the deathbringer" in her head ever since that incident, due to the quickness of their claws and teeth and the haunted numbness of their gaze. one second her friend was alive, and in the next they were dead.

eden would be grateful that their friend's death was quick, if she wasn't left so horrified at the scene and stricken with gnashing grief.

born and raised in the dark realm, cinder is fueled by rage and spite. she was seen as the most promising trainee out of the average bunch, and was ready and willing to seek the justice these strangers who named themselves "the sin council" promised.

other than a couple of trainees she viewed as just as ruthless and jaded as he was, cinder found himself growing unexpectedly close with a recruit that she never cared for or even acknowledged before. (this isn't the same trainee that eden watched die)

this trainee was... kind to him. and didn't noticeably avoid her out of fear like many others would do. cinder spoke to her at first with venom, then with apathy, then curiosity, then intrigue, then feigned politeness, and finally kindness. (well, cinder's version of kindness)

the recruit managed to get through to cinder a bit, allowing him to question the intentions behind the council. why are these animals who weren't even from the dark realm are suddenly promising to lead them to the justice they were owed centuries ago? eventually, the friendship between these two turned into something more

cinder doesn't know what to do with himself since her partner mysteriously disappeared from their numbers. that only means one thing in the dark realm.

"the deathbringer feeds again" eden whispers frantically, "can't you hear it? the sound of blood staining the floor of it's cave."

[juliannepepper]

What to do if you don't have ideas:

Do you not have any ideas for NaNoWriMo? Do you not know jackshit about what you want to write? Well, as a professional thinker (don't search that up), I got some tips that can help you kickstart an idea for a story:

1. Mix and Match:

This is one I read from "Save the Cat" by Blake Snyder (I know it talks about screenwriting, but, it's still very much applicable to all fiction writers. If you haven't read it, I would suggest you to give it a try). Try thinking of an elevator pitch, or a proposal that is one to two sentences long. If your proposal is good enough to hook yourself in, you got yourself a story worth writing. For Nanowrimo, you're pretty much writing for yourself. If you aren't hooked to the premise, don't even bother.

One of the best ways to do it is to mix and match. But, Julianne? What do you mix and match? You can mix genres, what if statements, pre-existing books, anything that can hook a reader (and yourself) in one to two sentences. For example, looking at popular stories:

Cinder by Marissa Meyer: Cinderella and cyborgs

City of Bones by Cassandra Claire: Harry Potter and angels

Lucifer (Netflix): Biblical figures in an LA cop story

Foul Lady Fortune: Shakespeare's "As you like it" set in 1931's Shanghai

West Side Story: Romeo and Juliet with New York City gangs

And the list goes on and on. You might be thinking that it's plagiarism to take two already existing ideas and mix it together. Well, let me tell you--as long as you aren't blatantly copying a pre-existing story and you're putting your own spin to it, you're fine. Of course, you can always put a disclaimer that says it's inspired by the pre-existing story.

2. Random Word Generators:

I did this for my personal NaNoWriMo in February of 2021, and it makes the planning stage a lot of fun. Go to a random word generator (there's a ton online), generate ten random words (I did 30, and it was too much for a single month to finish a book), and make an outline.

I took a typical plot outline mountain (I would suggest doing the same. It's the simplest outline), and assigned the words to the different beats. For example, if one of my words was "Dog" I can put dog in the exposition part of the plot outline mountain, at the very bottom. Maybe my character has a motivation for a dog. Maybe the character is a dog. Maybe there's a pre-established world-building element that has to do with a dog. The list can go on and on.

Once I put all my randomly generated words in their places, I expanded upon them. If my words in the exposition were "Dog, Feather, Jump," I would try to make a connection between the three words and think about how that would fit into the exposition of the story (maybe the character is the 'Guard Dog' to the queen and they're known for being as light as a feather and just as stealthy. They jumped at this opportunity the moment they saw it, to get out of their thieving ways). You can always change the words and exchange them for different words, as long as it sparks ideas.

3. Writing what you love:

Even if you don't have any ideas for a story, the best writers are also the best readers. Think about what you love in a story? What do you look for? What tropes stand out to you? What makes you care about a story? For me, I love fantasy books, a slow burn, a sarcastic main lead, action scenes. Write everything you love to put in a story in a list. Then, write down the things inspire you or are important to you. It can be a T.V show, a hobby, an already existing story, a person you look up to--anything that doesn't have to do with what you want to see in a book, but what inspires you to be creative.

After that, think of a theme. What is the main theme of what you want to write about? Maybe you love the theme of "love at first sight" or "being true to yourself." Maybe you're much more political and is interested in the theme "injustice in the current justice system" or "political parties driving people apart." But, think of a central theme.

Finally, outline the story. Use a pre-existing plot outline (though you are more than welcome to deviate. Remember, you have to finish a manuscript in a month). Write down where the story begins and how you want it to end based on your theme (ex: if the theme is about letting go, the beginning main character could be a hoarder and the story can end with the main character starting from scratch, maybe even giving their stuff to charity). Then, write how they get to that ending based on your inspirations. With the example of the hoarder, I love fantasy and slow burn romances. The setting would obviously be in a fantasy setting, and maybe their love interest helps them get over their hoarding ways. I'm inspired by Avatar: The Last Airbender, so I'm interested in incorporating martial arts in their magic system, or have the setting inspired by East-Asian cultures/Inuit cultures. Maybe the main character is the "Chosen one" in a sense and doesn't want to be. Maybe the main character is reincarnated. The list can go on and on, it's all up to how you want the story to go.

This option is the most vague, I think, but, it can really help you think of an idea of a story that you want to care about.

[carminavulcana]

The Cost Of Profit

When you break the glass ceiling,

and sit amid those who call the shots,

when you talk of millions and billions,

and consider how to best spend them,

so they would swell even more...

... without ever trickling down

where they are most needed

... and from where they were stolen—

because how else does a starving nation

boast of billionaires and barons;

Do you think of

the Union Carbide factory in Bhopal?

or the Uphaar Cinema of Delhi?

or Mumbai's Kamala Mills?

or, perhaps, in your world,

tragedies happen only to others.

When you advise the new "dreamer"

to cut his costs to grow his enterprise,

when you reduce human beings to numbers—

Do you know then, that you are also preparing,

to reduce human beings to cinders?

For every corner cut, and an extra buck saved,

whose life did you use as a poker chip?

Those places of profit and privilege,

those places of greed and grind,

those places of money and might...

are graveyards waiting to be filled with corpses—

Ours, in a land where justice is a joke,

and Yours, in a land where ghosts still seek it!

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[starlightrows]

13 — Reassignment

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: separation anxiety, phone sex, oral sex (described), fluffy fluffy feelings

Summary: A devastating battle makes history in the development of the Clone War resulting in all medics behind reassigned to help with with casualties

Tall columns made of jade green stone, massive arches and domes with painted murals and golden filigree. The People’s House of Leadership and Commerce they call it. Wolffe would call it a palace. That is the view through the cockpit as Slush makes the descent towards your destination.

General Plo was sent to discuss a new trade ordinance with the council of Denarian Prime in place of Senator Padiya of Dorin. General Plo and the 104th were to be welcomed to this massive structure with open arms to stay while discussing terms and providing protection for General Plo, though you could not fathom a reason he would need protecting in a place like this.

“I’ve never seen anything like it” Cinder says, as the team steps off of the ship.

“It’s architecturally similar to some of the justice buildings on Naboo and Adarondaria” General Plo comments “But the pure jade is striking and beautiful”

“I’m adding this to the list of top 5 missions we’ve been on” Slush says, grinning ear to ear.

“I hope these are some lengthy trade negotiations” you say “I think we could use a little luxury”

Just then a group of about ten people, all quite tall and visually stunning, wearing robes of ivory, silvery blue, and pastel green; arrive to greet you.

“Greetings honored friends” says the woman that appears to be leading the group “My name is Lo’o, I speak for the council and welcome you to Denarian Prime”

“Lo’o, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Jedi Master Plo Koon” General Ploo gives a respectful bow. “This is the 104th Battalion, my second in command Wolffe” General Plo gestures to the group.

“Welcome, 104th Battalion” Lo’o smiles, she makes a gesture to the people standing with her. Two of them step forward holding platters of torn bread and oil. They pass General Plo and offer it to the men standing behind him. Some of the men are slightly confused, not knowing if they’re supposed to accept the offering or what to do with it. But you know, you’ve seen similar customs.

You smile and thank the man offering the bead, taking a piece of the torn bread and dipping it in the oil. You place the bread in your mouth and let him move on to the next person in the group. They catch on quickly and follow your lead.

Lo’o leads the group onward towards the palace before you. People walk freely in and out of the space, sit on the steps and speak in a language that seems to flow from their tongues like water in a stream. Many of them steal glances at your squad as you pass, curiosity you think, their eyes are interested not judgmental.

Wolffe walks beside you as you are led into a massive foyer, just as elaborate and beautiful as the exterior of the building.

“And I thought the senate building on Coruscant was amazing… this is incredible” he’s smiling, a small impressed and enamored smile.

“I had no idea you were so fascinated by architecture Commander” you smile, knowing full well how much he enjoyed studying structures like this.

He gives you a side glance, seeing you smirking and enjoying the beautiful facades and statues as well.

“We’ve had something like that before, the oil and bread” he says lowly “but I can’t remember where”

“Yes, at that little spot Rigga recommended” you say quietly “I’m surprised you remember it”

Wolffe hums in acknowledgment. In truth, he remembers every place the two of you have visited together. Every planet, every level of Coruscant, every shop, restaurant, village, and encampment.

Lo’o and her attendants guide the battalion through the great halls, giving a tour of what is essentially the most ornate community center you’ve ever seen. Open parlors and libraries where people sit together, tables laden with food for anyone to eat, store rooms full of tools and clothing people take and give and borrow and exchange. Your cynical mind wonders what’s the catch? Who suffers for all of this to be possible? If the answer is no one, then why is this not done everywhere?

Lo’o invites everyone to join her in a more private meeting space so that council can convene and negotiations can begin. You’re just about to join them when Wolffe’s com link begins beeping. He steps away from the group to answer it, normally you’d just continue on with the group and await the information with the rest of the battalion. But you’re pulled up short when you hear your own name and rank being mentioned.

“Of course she’s here with us” Wolffe says, eyebrows furrowed in what could either be concentration or frustration.

You stand just out of sight of the hologram, if they wanted to speak to you directly, they would have com’d you.

“There’s a transport landing in the next few minutes to take her” says the voice on the other end, a clone’s voice but with no image you can’t distinguish if it’s someone you know personally.

“You couldn’t have given us any more warning? We’re on deployment, she belongs with us” Wolffe says through gritted teeth “What am I supposed to do without a medic?”

“We’re sending a replacement to relieve her,” the voice replied.

“I did not authorize a reassignment” He snaps

“No commander, you did not, this goes above your authority” the voice on the other end sounds annoyed and inpatient. Almost like this communication is not the only one they’re going to have to make with a similar message, and Wolffe is taking up too much of their precious time. “Those are our orders, sir”

“Fine” Wolffe ends the transmission. He stands there for a moment glaring at a water basin. His own reflection glares back at him. He still doesn’t like to look at his own face, he closes his eyes and turns away.

“Wolffe?” You say lightly

He turned quickly, he didn’t even know you were standing there. He tries to think of something to say, a way to talk both of you out of what is about to happen. He frowns and shakes his head.

“Wait here, I will be right back” he says

“Commander—“ you try to pry

“Wait here” he says again, walking past you to go into the meeting room.

You’re a doctor and a soldier. You’re good at shutting off worry and fear when you need to. But you can’t seem to do that right now. There’s no threat or enemy in front of you to blast at. There is no brother in arms or friend of the cause to save from an injury. Just this looming bit of news that has shaken and angered Commander Wolffe, that you have to stand there and wait to receive.

He comes back a few moments later and close the door behind him.

“What’s going on?” You ask him, trying to be as simple and direct as possible.

“You’re being reassigned.” he says.

“What? Why?” You’re stunned. You’ve been reassigned more times that you can count. Mostly because you were always on temporary assignment anyway. But this is different. This is your squad. Your family.

“The occupation on Atraken” he says.

“That’s a cold war zone. That occupation has been ongoing for over a year. Who ordered this?” Anger is rising in you. “I’m being shipped off to a stalemate? A mutually assured destruction and disaster waiting to happen?”

“The disaster has already happened,” he explains.

That makes you shut up. If the armistice has been broken, you aren’t being sent to a cold war’s front line, you’re being sent to an intensive care unit in a hot zone.

“How many?” You ask, gravely. “How many people are dead already?”

“Millions” he says “All medical officers ranking executive down to sergeant are being called in to help the wounded who managed to escape the planet”

“Gods” you shake your head “What about the squad? What about all of the squads about to have no medical personnel?”

“Apparently, newly minted medics and anyone under the rank of Sergeant are being reassigned or getting their first orders for deployment to take your places” Wolffe frowns “There’s a transport on its way here to pick you up, and we better be out there when it lands”

You follow him back down the beautiful corridor you just came from. You try to take in all of this beauty and opulence while you can, it will be the last lovely thing you see for a long time. Anxiety begins to build in your chest, as the sunlit entrance to the building quickly approaches.

“Commander I—” you don’t know what to say, not here in public for anyone to see or hear. This might be the last time you see him for a very long time. This might be the last time you see him, period.

“I will fight for you to have your place back with us” he says before you can even get the words out of your mouth “Duty comes first, we both understand that. But you’re one of us. You belong with us. When this crisis is over, I will see you returned to us”

Just then a Republic transport ship touches down on the landing pad. You turn away from the ship towards Wolffe “Tell the lads goodbye for me” you try to keep the quiver from your voice. You’re battling yourself here. You want to tell him you love him. You may never see him again. You could die on this deployment. He could die while you’re away. The war could stretch on forever and displace you from each other. What if you never get another chance to say it? “Wolffe I—“

“Ah, the fabled Captain of the Wolf pack” a voice comes from behind you. And that’s it. The opportunity is gone. Your face shifts to serious and professional, you turn to face the voice.

You don’t recognize this person. He’s a small, puggish looking man. Wearing a clean and crisp civilian soldier’s uniform and no armor.

“And who are you?” Wolffe asks gruffly.

“Doctor Roy Farangian” he says “And you must be Commander Wolffe, your reputation precedes you” he gives Wolffe a once over, and looks somewhat unimpressed.

“How do you figure?” Wolffe asks, barely keeping the snarl out of his voice.

“Well I… you see… I” clearly whatever Doctor Roy Faragian had been thinking about Wolffe, he didn’t have the courage to actually speak it out loud.

“That’s what I thought. Stand at attention Corporal, while I see the Captain off” he brushes past his newest recruit and expects you to follow. You make no effort to regard your irritating replacement, and follow a step behind him.

“Load up Captain, we’re on a schedule” the pilot calls down from the cockpit

Wolffe places a hand on your shoulder, “We see each other again” he says “I promise”

“Try not to let the lads kill him” you force a smile “Send me a com, I’ll reply when I can spare the time”

“I will” he says

“Times up Captain, we have to go” the pilot says

“Goodbye, Commander” you say as the door closes and the ship begins to take off.

“Goodbye Captain” he says to himself. He swallows the lump in his throat as he watches the ship carry you away. He doesn’t linger, he needs to make sure this shiny new doctor knows his place and the team is informed.

But when he turns he doesn’t see the Corporal standing at attention as he had instructed. Instead he’s examining one of the statues adorning the water feature in the walkway with a disapproving and distasteful look.

“Corporal” he barks, startling the young doctor “I ordered you to stand at attention”

He scrambles to stand back at attention, but makes no statement of apology. Wolffe rolls his eyes and shakes his head in frustration.

“Alright. Here’s how it’s going to be. You will collect your things and load them onto our ship. Then you will follow me back to where the squad is being quartered by our hosts. When, and only when, I say so you will be formally introduced and briefed on our mission here. Is that clear?”

“Why can’t you just brief me on it now?”

“Corporal the correct answer to my question of ‘is that clear’ is yes sir or no sir” he snaps “And you will address me as Commander or sir to show your respect and compliance to the authority of my rank. Is that clear?”

The corporals face twitches a bit, it’s clear he has never had to take orders or address anyone with higher status as him “Yes sir”

“Good. Now move”

—————

General Plo’s meeting lasted several hours, and concluded with a feast open to all. Wolffe privately pulled the squadron aside and introduced Corporal Faragian, who immediately requested to be called Doctor Faragian.

“Where’s the Captain?” Boost asked, not even acknowledging Roy.

“All medics have been called to assist with the fallout of Atraken” Wolffe explains

“So why’s he not being deployed there too?” Comet asks, arms crossed.

“Allow me to rephrase. All medics ranking higher than sergeant have been called to assist” Wolffe corrects himself

“Ah, so we just get the shinies and the unambitious” Sinker surmises

“I’ll have you know—“ Roy tries to cut in

“No one asked for your opinion on the matter” Slush interrupts him

“Alright that’s enough” Wolffe barks “We’re still guests here for the time being. Be polite, represent the republic well, and be ready to leave the second General Plo gives the others. Understood?”

The men chorus “Yes sir” except for Roy who stands there with an offended and disappointed look on his face.

“Dismissed,” Wolffe says, turning away and heading off to find General Plo. But Slush catches up with him before he can accomplish his goal.

“Commander” he falls in step with Wolffe

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Wolffe says, before Slush has a chance to say anything.

“This is hardly the time or place to talk about that, I was going to ask you about the Corporal” Slush says under his breath

“What about him?” Wolffe asks, somewhat embarrassed about assuming what Slush was going to say. Slush is no fool, he knows better than to say something about yours and Wolffe’s private relationship.

“If he's gonna stay with us, for any amount of time, he has to actually be able to keep up and follow orders. It might be a good idea to make him run a gauntlet drill when we get back to our cruiser” Slush suggests

“Even if he fails the drill, we won’t be able to get rid of him. Over a thousand medics have been pulled from their deployment to render aid… we’re getting whatever is left” Wolffe says gruffly “Regardless, keep an eye on him while we’re here. Make sure he doesn’t embarrass us, and test him when we’re back on the cruiser”

“Yes sir” Slush nods “And sir, we will get our Captain back”

Wolffe finds that he is unable to enjoy all of the delicious food being offered to him at this banquet. You should be here. Laughing and talking with the locals like you always do. Playing games with the children. Learning their stories and giving them your own stories in return. You should be making mmm’s and aahh's at the food and drinks. And adding things to your lists of things he loves.

He isn’t the only member of the squad bothered by your absence. At the feast things are quiet to start, except for Roy who chews with his mouth open and never seems to stop talking, even when no one is listening. Eventually Slush begins speaking over Roy’s blathering and things feel slightly more normal, as the men begin to laugh and talk.

General Plo ends the night early, thanking Lo’o for the hospitality of her people, their acceptance of trade terms, and promising to visit again soon with goods and delicacies from Kel Dor. After the ship has been loaded and taken off, General Plo pulls Wolffe aside.

“I feel that the team has become unbalanced and uneasy from our sudden change in roster” he points out “Remember to check in with your own feelings on the situation, listen to them, accept them, and allow them to pass. If our new medic is truly not a good fit, speak to me directly and we will get things sorted out”

“Thank you General, your wisdom and guidance is always appreciated and helpful” Wolffe says with a nod. And he means it. As much as he wants to hate this new medic, he knows that he must set a good example by not being biased towards him. But at the same time, he does command the battalion, and he will not tolerate disrespect if it continues.

——————

Slush was right. Doctor Roy Faragian may be a doctor of medicine. But he is no field medic, and almost definitely should not be holding the rank of Corporal. He failed 7 out of the 9 tests in the gauntlet drill, he regularly taps out during daily physical training with the squad, slows the group down in team training exercises either because he moves slowly and noisily or because he keeps stopping the drill to ask needless questions.

By the end of the second month following your departure Wolffe has a near permanent tension headache and a fuse shorter than his little finger. On this particular day he called a training exercise early because he just could not stand to hear him talk or fail so boisterously anymore. He assigned him a double shift of guard duty, told the lads not to disturb him unless absolutely necessary and went back to his quarters.

He takes off his armor and lays down on his bed in just his fatigues. He’s had a hard time sleeping lately. You’d become such a fixed thing in his life, even if you didn’t actually have sex or even sleep over in his bed every night, you at least would see him and talk to him everyday. He’s sent you a few com’s here and there while you’ve been gone and he’s gotten some short hand responses. All can be accessed or intercepted so it’s not like they could be honest anyway. But he misses you fiercely.

He can’t get you out of his head today. What are you thinking? What are you doing? Are you safe? Are you being treated well? Do you think about him? Do you miss him? Do you miss him the same way he misses you? He loves you. He loves you so much it hurts his chest and makes his ribcage ache. Do you love him? Do you love him as much as he loves you?

Just then his com begins to beep, he picks it up and sees it’s an anonymous chain code. Annoyed by the interruption, he considers not answering it, but duty gets the better of him and he answers anyway.

“This is Commander Wolffe. Identify yourself” he answers formally.

“Hello Commander” comes your voice. Sweet and clear as day. Not a crackling, interference riddled holo recording. This is your true voice on the other end of the com line. Before he can stop himself your name tumbles from his lips, excited and questioning to make sure it’s really you.

“Of course it’s me! I hope you’re not getting late night calls from other service members Commander” you tease him

“To be fair, it’s not late night here at the moment” he quips, putting a hand behind his head and keeping the com near his mouth so you can hear him and he can hear you.

“Fair enough” you laugh a little “So how are you?”

“You want the truth or the sugar coat?” He asks, already starting to feel more relaxed just from hearing your voice.

“The truth, obviously” you laugh.

“This rookie medic they sent us to fill in for you is driving me up the walls” he admits.

“Because he’s too green or because you don’t like him?” You ask.

“Both” he chuckles “Oh you’d hate him. He’s a weakling. Can’t run. Can’t shoot. Can’t fight. He takes forever to stitch a wound. Doesn’t believe in physical therapy. And for whatever reason he maintains an arrogant and disrespectful personality. Insisting we call him Doctor”

“Gross” you giggle “Has he never seen combat?”

“Not a day in his life” Wolffe sighs “Part of me wants to be sent to a combat zone, just to get some actual experience on this kid, but I’m not about to let anyone on our team get killed just so Greenie can get some credibility as a soldier”

“If he’s as bad as you say, I’m sure the lads are giving him a hard time as well” you chuckle, just thinking of your team and the things they might say.

“You have no idea. I’m sure it’s ever worse when I’m not there” he smiles

“Good. I would be worried if they were all being buddy buddy and not giving the shiny a hard time” you say “But aside from that, how have you been?”

“I’ve been worse” he shrugs, not an untrue statement. He doesn’t really want to talk. He’d rather hear your voice. “How are you?”

“I’m okay today” you tell him “Things…. Things were bad when I got here. It felt never ending. I understand why everyone was called in, there wasn’t enough of us as it was… but things have gotten better now”

“You sound well rested. Your last communication you were slurring words worse than a shiny on shore leave” he chuckles

“I wasn’t on shift today, so I slept all day long. The first full 8 hours I’ve gotten in weeks. So even though it’s the middle of the night now, I’m wide awake and well rested” you explain “I haven’t been this clear headed in over two months… Do you know what the first thing I thought of was?”

“Tell me”

“You” Your voice hangs in the air. You are hundreds of thousands of light years apart from each other right now, but he could swear your lips are right by his ear.

“Mmmm” he hums “Tell me more”

“There’s a supply closet that’s nearly empty here on this base” you mention “I keep thinking, it’s far away from barracks and patient rooms. You could practically fire a blaster in there, and no one would know”

“And why would I care about an empty supply closet? Hm?”

“Because I know you Commander” you purr “I know what you sound like when I stroke your cock. I know how you like to groan when you push yourself into my pussy. I know that sound you make when you cum”

Wolffe feels a wave of warm arousal travel from the crown of his head down the entire length of his body and settle in a knot in his belly. He closes his eyes, thinking about this far away secluded supply room, and you beckoning him forward into it.

“Is that what you do in that supply closet? Stroke my cock? Bend over for me so I could push myself into you?” He asks, putting a hand on his own chest and letting it drift down towards his stirring hard on.

“Maybe” you tease “Maybe I’d press you up against a wall and get down on my knees for you. Maybe I’d take off your armor piece by piece and pull down your fatigues”

His breath deepens, the warmth in his belly is starting to feel hot as he begins to stiffen in his undershorts.

“I’d drag my nose over your hip. Dig my nails into your thighs” you describe, picturing this scene you’ve painted in your mind “I’d start so gentle… it’s no fun if there’s no build up” you purr

He palms himself over his undershorts, he imagines it’s your hands and instead of his own. A low groan works its way out of his chest. An assurance to you that you’ve got his full attention and he’s following your lead.

“I know exactly how I would do it, every movement, every sound” you grin, seeing him laying on his bed and touching himself to your voice in your minds eye “My hand stroking you where my mouth just can’t reach”

He can’t stand his own teasing. He pulls down his undershorts, freeing his flushed cock to curve upwards towards his belly. With a palmful of spit he’s hastily given himself for some small degree of aid in giving himself pleasure the way you would if you were here, he begins stroking himself.

“Mmm… tell me more… tell me” he groans, making full strokes.

“I can feel where you’d have your hands in my hair Wolffe… guiding my head down on you, helping me take you deeper” you feel yourself getting a little aroused too picturing this fantasy “Stars my mouth would be so full, my lips stretched wide around you… fuck your cock’s so big”

His hand moves without direction or conscious thought from him, he’s too preoccupied picturing the sounds you’d be making gagging around his length. Drooling on yourself a little. He’s getting close, it’s been so long, and he’s been so pent up.

“Where are you gonna cum Wolffe” you ask in a voice sweeter than syrup. “On my face? On my tits? You wanna hold my mouth open and cum on my tongue?”

“nuuhhh fuck” he groans. A tremor shoots down his legs and makes his whole body tense as hot cum splatters onto his naval. His mind is as still and clear as water on a lake with no wake or breeze.

You listen through the com device as he lets out the most satisfying deep breath. The relief and relaxation it provides him, gives you peace.

After a moment or two, he opens his eyes and uses a towel to clean himself up a little. He catches himself wishing it was your tongue… what he really wishes is for you to just be here.

“Thank you” he says “Nothing in the galaxy could have helped me guess this was how my evening started” he chuckles. Your laugh in response makes his heart ache painfully.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t plan this to some degree. Any moment I’m not working, I’m thinking about you” you admit “maybe not sucking you off in a broom closet specifically… but you know what I mean”

“I’ve been thinking about you too. We were on a planet the other week. White sand beaches. Crystalline water, warm like a bath. The people there were so… you would have loved meeting them” he recalls.

“That sounds amazing. Maybe we’ll get to go back there someday” you say dreamily “I love swimming”

“I wish you had been there” he says “Not even that we needed a medic worth their salt… I just… missed you”

“You miss me?” You smile, wishing you could see his face right now

“Mhm” he swallows hard. He wishes he could be having this conversation in person… but he won’t hold out again, he won’t have his opportunity ripped away from him a second time “I miss you a lot… I wish we had gotten a proper goodbye”

“It all happened so fast… I hardly knew what was happening before the door closed in front of me” you try to explain “There was a lot I wish I had gotten to say”

His heart skips a beat and he almost feels woozy for a second “What would you have said?”

There is a breath of silence. Dead air that hangs heavy between you. You close your eyes, pinching them shut against the reality that you have to admit this from billions of miles away from each other.

“Wolffe I’ve never met anyone like you… I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel the things you make me feel…” you get a little choked up “I wish I was there with you right now… I wish the war was over so we could have a chance—”

He interrupts you, speaking your name so softly. He can picture your face. Your eyes, your nose, your smile. Every hair on your head and fleck on your skin. “I love you”

A couple tears spill from your eyes “I love you” you whisper back

“I promised you I would make sure you got to come back to us” he says “I will make good on that promise, I swear”

You sniffle and make yourself laugh a little “I know you will”

“I love you” he repeats, feeling a immense weight being lifted from his chest as he says it “I love you so much”

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