#the war restarting is bad!

[notaplaceofhonour]

Hamas: [repeatedly violates terms of the ceasefire by withholding civilian hostages (which they shouldn’t even have & are required by international law to surrender unconditionally) & withholding the names of hostages to be released]

International Community: [crickets]

Hamas: [violates terms of the ceasefire by parading the hostages (also in breach of international law)]

International Community: [crickets]

Hamas: [violates terms of the ceasefire agreement with multiple terrorist attacks during the ceasefire]

International Community: [crickets]

Israel, who has no obligation to supply Gaza: “okay, if you aren’t going to abide by the terms of the ceasefire, then we’re not obligated to keep sending you supplies as part of the ceasefire agreement”

International Community: “ISRAEL IS INTENTIONALLY STARVING GAZA! IT’S GENOCIDE!”

Hamas: [keeps violating the ceasefire by withholding hostages]

Hamas: [keeps violating the ceasefire with terrorist attacks]

International Community: [crickets] [crickets] [crickets]

Israel: [resumes fighting]

International Community: “ISRAEL BROKE THE CEASEFIRE! IT’S MORE GENOCIDE!”

[universalsatan]

okay like. i haven’t read a lot. crippling undiagnosed adhd and probably memory issues have kept me from consuming books since like elementary school. i probably finished one assigned novel in high school and i finally finished a whole novel for fun last year. i’m churning through moby dick slowly atm, but as a decent editor and writer and hence someone associated with the writing community and seeing those booktok recs or whatever…

girl tell me why the first book i open. starts with a fucking. spotify playlist. like, i was Aware that these books were wattpad-level. but i didnt think it was THAT wattpad holy shit

[vonlipvig]

this took me like an hour and 4 restarts and it's only the tutorial OH it's gonna be bad, boys!

[miceeonvenus]

Star Wars is a story about fatherhood in this essay I will

[underwaterspaghetti314]

It’s 3:30 in the morning. I’m watching Love Is War again. Specifically The First Kiss that Never Ends.

God fucking damn it. God fucking damn it. These people are YOUNG and IN LOVE and it’s BEAUTIFUL AND I’M FUCKING LOSING IT.

I’m about to become a liquid. I’m on the verge of implosion. I’ll commit real crimes (technically I already am. I’m pirating this show. BUT STILL.)

I love Kaguya and Shirogane so fucking much. And whatever Ishigami has going on stresses me out in the most incredible way. Despite current plot stuff, the show seems to be setting up him and Ino instead of him and Tsubame, but regardless those two deserve EVERYTHING because I LOVE THEM and I’m going to AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I’LL KILL A MAN I’LL KILL A HIPPOPOTAMUS I’LL KILL MYSELF I’LL CLIMB A MOUNTAIN I WONT DO THAT THIRD THING BUT HOLY FUCK MY SOUL

God fucking damn it.

[eobe]

😱❤️‍🔥✨

(I screamed, I ran some circles, I crashed and reloaded, so I can do now reasonable reblog)

Captain Keeli 🐏 and Commander Fox 🦊 watching 🥵

Eo was drunk happy-dazed dancing with her gorgeous and also drunk vod Aev and she wondered why they‘re standing around them instead of joining on the dancefloor. The bearded Commander took notes! The Mikkian was confused, but the alcohol shrugged that detail. One of the clones that attracted her attention earlier, that one with the big soft eyes, the drinking horn and the fur dress watched with the same concentrated face as the handsome Marshal Commander. Now they seem to talk, their eyes never leaving… Eo felt a blush rising up. She wasn‘t sober enough to think that thought to the end, but her heartbeat increased and she kind of felt great and more confident under those glances.

Marni, my sweet vod and Chaos Queen ✨😎 Thank you so much for drawing my personal art restart journey support clone Captain Keeli together with your personal emotional support clone Commander Fox 🥰🫶

Gorgeous Fox also sneaked himself into my heart as my personal WIP distraction clone – always lurking behind a corner in my mind, jumping out and spilling caf when I‘m about to drown in WIP and absolutely have no time for him 👀🧐🦊 And of course he‘s daring and demanding and doesn’t vanish until I drew him out of my mind 😂🫠

I‘m heavily in love seeing those two in your unstoppable developing artstyle 🤩✨That new brush is a kriffing WEAPON! ❤️‍🔥😎 Your linework smoothened and gained dynamics! 😱 I see more round and organic curves, but the edgyness of your artstyle stayed – it just got more elegant and out of the wrist maybe? 🤔 Hard to describe, but so extremely stareable 😳✨👀❤️‍🔥

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978

Keeli witnessed the dancing mikkian ( @eobe ) and mandalorian; the captain couldn’t take his eyes off the hypnotic trance of turquoise

he found himself mindlessly wandering around them until he bumped into Fox, brooding in a corner for being dragged into a holoshot

“Fox’ika… do you see this?” the smitten captain announced

Fox was already watching; clenching his fist, watching the others watch the mandalorian move across the dance floor. He said nothing as he brought his death stick back to his lips, trying to hide his flustered reaction. Taking a long hit, he glanced at Keeli, who hadn’t taken his eyes off them since he approached him. Exhaling a sigh of smoke, blending into the fog within 79s, he rolled his shoulders back and walked off, “I need a drink, captain.”

@gargothnightzine

[cameronsbabydoll]

jewish!reader and jewish!rafe trying to fuck since they haven’t in so long but their kids keep interrupting

it was supposed to be ten minutes. ten quiet, sacred minutes alone.

the door was locked. the baby monitor was off. your silk pajama shorts were already pushed halfway down your thighs, and rafe was mouthing at your neck like a man who just returned from war. his hand was slipping under your tank top. his voice was low and desperate.

“you have no idea how bad i need you right now.”

and then—

knock knock knock.

“mommy? abba? i think the wifi broke again!”

rafe freezes, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“i swear to god…”

you’re biting back a laugh while slipping on your robe, whispering, “five minutes, bubbeleh! just restart it!”

rafe throws himself back on the bed with a groan. “they’re doing this on purpose. i know it. they’re trying to break us.”

take two:

you sneak into the bathroom this time. candles lit. door locked. you climb into his lap on the counter and his hands immediately go to your hips.

“no one’s knocking now,” you whisper, breathless.

“baruch hashem,” he mutters, kissing you like he means it. “finally.”

and then—

loud crash.

screaming and laughter.

“sarah poured cereal on the dog!!”

you both pause.

“i’m going to run away,” rafe says seriously. “we’ll start a new life. just you and me and no one under 18.”

you snort, fixing your camisole.

“do you think this is why god invented jewish summer camp?”

“no,” rafe deadpans. “he invented it so we could fuck in peace.”

[sunrisecaminus]

hello !! can i have some headcanons for starscream, knockout, breakdown, and airachnid (or any of them) with a human artist reader who follows them around and wants to draw them ?? thank you ><

Message - All four of these mechs are egotistical as hell, they would cherish everything their human made so this is perfect as headcanons.

Starscream/Knockout/Breakdown/Airachnid x Artist Reader Headcanons

Summary - Decepticons react to their human painting/drawing them.

Warnings - None

Starscream

Honestly he is the best mech for this type of thing. He LOVES when you draw him doing things that make it look cool. Sometimes whenever you draw him in a bad angle, he quickly tells you "Scratch it!" and watches as you quickly scribble the portrait and flip to a blank paper to restart. Starscream sees you as his secretary and pretends to order you around. "Y/n write that down!", "That is perfect for my new profile.", and "Draw me like this". If you couldn't draw him that day for being sick or being too tired, he would check up on you every hour from being so worried about you. He loves when you follow him like a puppy and doesn't want his human to die. He gets super protective about your work and would give someone a hard time if they said your art sucked. Starscream would hide you all the time from lord Megatron; he was never going to let his leader hurt the sweet little pet he got from earth. Look, Starscream understands you were a weak useless little bug for the war, and could never help them out when it comes to battling, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want you to feel alone like he use to feel, wanting you to stay safe with him and let you draw any of your masterpieces without insulting you. No he is not really good at drawing people, but after helping him learn how to draw, you realized he was very good at backgrounds.

Knockout

He has to be one of the worse people to draw, surprisingly. Knockout would go in position to let you draw him, but than thinks of a better position to draw and switches it half way for you to redraw him even though you were already focused on the first. The more the mech loves themselves, the worse it is for them to SIT STILL. Thankfully now you don't tell him when you are drawing him and secretly sketch him when he works. When Knockout sees the final portrait, he would give you compliments for the rest of the day. "My! You even got my fingers right. You flatter me~" Get ready for kisses of approval. If anyone said your drawings was shit, he would actually kill them during surgery or put them in the most torturous situations. For example, lets say a guy tells you in the face that the sketch looked like aft; If that soldier was ever injured after a battle, get ready for Knockout to just deny him his medical services. He treats you like an equal, but some would say he treats you like you were higher than Megatron. Anything you asked of him, he would answer. If you wanted something, it was his mission to give it to you. Nothing would stop him from loving you, now please give him more drawings of himself. If you taught him how to draw, he would be AMAZING at drawing people. He makes really good blueprints of Cybertronian frames and even can draw you very well. Honestly, you probably have a new drawing buddy.

Breakdown

This big boi gets so flustered every time you draw him. Breakdown can't believe his human looks up to him like that and cherishes you for showing him love in your own way. Every paper you give him makes him feel very nervous on touching it. Breakdown doesn't ever want to ruin your stuff. He will keep every single one of them and look at them in his Birth room anytime he felt stressed or angry about something. You were everything to him, wanting to protect you from the other rough soldiers he works with. Anybody that says your art is crap will get the beat down of a life time. People don't understand why he cares so much, but honestly he is one of the sweetest souls that could be with you. You mostly draw him when he is in action, taking in all the good angles of him smacking Autobots. Breakdown is proud of all the shots you got of him and pats you on the head for such good sketches. He understands you will be losing your supplies the more you sketch, so he tries to rob trucks going by to try and steal some for you. It is cool from how many different paint products he can find for you and it gives you a bigger variety of things for creativity. If you helped him figure out how to draw, he would be good at emotional paintings. Breakdown is good at making shapes and splattering paint perfectly where it should be on the canvas.

Airachnid

So we all know this freak would replace species heads with your art. She would force you to draw every species she was able to collect so she could have your achievements on paper forever. She loves it when you draw her, and hangs them everywhere on her ship. Airachnid is really good at complimenting or critiquing your work, being able to tell you where something needs to be fixed while also saying she doesn't care if you don't and still loves your style. No one would insult you for the mere fact that you are Airachnid's pet. No one would dare call your art a piece of scrap because Airachnid would murder them in front of Megatron, even if he tells her not to. Yes, she has little star stickers to put on the edge of your paintings to show which one she likes the most…yes she stickers all your art so you can't figure out which one her favorite is. Don't try to ever draw other people in front of her, she will get jealous and keep you hostage in her ship as punishment. If you had trouble finding art supplies, she would destroy a Walmart for you in no time. Her human will have a storage full of supplies, don't worry you will never run out. If you taught her to paint, she would be really good at graffiti style. Making animals or spraying bubble letter graffiti around where she killed to tease/anger the Autobots is her favorite pass time.

[musclesandhammering]

It’s been literal years since I’ve watched the episodes all the way through, but I’m pretty sure he mentioned it at one point? I think??

But I think he sort of sandwiched it into one of his speeches so it wasn’t emphasised to the degree it should’ve been (💀) and he only outright mentioned it the once. I feel like, in his position, I would’ve been bringing it up every 5 minutes to really hammer home the severity of the situation 😭

oh how anger me that in S6 the showrunners decided to write castiel not communicating properly with the winchester brothers in general, and with dean in particular. I find it infuriating bc it's cheap drama to me.

I mean, after everything that happened in S4-5, they really didn't consider it necessary for Castiel to explain that stopping Raphael isn't just “stopping Raphael” or "stopping an angelic civil war" but stopping Raphael from opening Lucifer cage and triggering the Apocalypse once again.

And I can't believe it's never, ever mentioned later (I'm at season 7 end as writing this post, and if it's done later I find it CRIMINAL bc the critical moment would have been mid season 6 or even when Cas came back near the end of S7 (but before he heals Sam from his allucinations).

I know it's easy to complain years later, but what do I know, the writing could have been more rounded if they hadn't been cowards about certain things.

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Seeing that Luke post get thousands upon thousands notes is giving me hives. How does one become this fandom brained? I know the jokes are "don't mess with fans of X they don't even watch/read/listen to their own film/show/etc." and any fandom is going to cause some amount of ooc behaviour for the sake of jokes and memes and stuff, but surely at some point the character is so bent out of shape you stop to ponder what you're doing.

Who is this Luke Skywalker, collector of wayward orphans? Why would he want to be Reys dad? You get the feeling she might want it at the start of TLJ... And then the rest of the movie happens, going into great detail, at times in overly didactic ways, as to why that's a Bad Idea for her personal growth and the galaxy at large.

Even in older Legends material, where he ends up having actual kids, most of the lauded and beloved portrayals of his character are things like the original Thrawn trilogy, and in that he spends all three books struggling with if there's any place for him in the galaxy after the emperor died. The supposed definitive alternate sequel trilogy is, at least for Luke, largely about if he even should restart the jedi order, since his own training is incomplete and he has a deep fear any students he has are going to eventually succumb to the dark side, and how if they do it'll probably be a direct result of his incompetence. He does naturally, much like in TLJ, overcome these feelings of inadequacy and re-emerge as the definitive hero of the story, but spending a few years wallowing is just a very Luke way to deal with problems in life.

Like yeah I wonder why a bitter, self-isolating old man who views his life as a colossal failure wouldn't be jumping for joy when a younger, more naive version of himself shows up to his house uninvited.

For how desperate to venerate the Nostalgia the sequel trilogy project as a whole is, only TLJ really feels like it actually gives a shit about the story it's supposedly continuing. I didn't think you could look at Lukes death and not feel the overwhelming love and care for him specifically. I always shed a tear when binary sunset kicks in and I'm not even that into the originals. I was a prequel defender in 2010, Luke is the 20th character I think about when people mention SW.

Do people just not engage with the source material at all? Is this a product of the whole fandom tourism boom in the last 5-ish years? I genuinely don't want to be mean. After all, fandom is all of us playing with our toys, and you should always try to avoid a "old man yells at cloud" scenario, but like... It's a movie for 12 year olds that's very deliberately laying out all the cards. A slightly more nuanced and emotionally mature movie for 12 year olds than you might expect but... A child could get it, it's been focus grouped to hell and back so any given child on the planet should get it... How are you as an adult asking why the story had conflict?

I also broke out in hives a little bit when I found out that my addition (?) had made that thing go around. Or maybe it wasn't my addition, I'm actually not sure, but I worry that it was. The OP turned off reblogs, and I can only assume it was because people starting doing absurd bullshit discourse on the post which... hhhh I don't really like being part of inflicting that on anyone over something as unimportant as Star Wars opinions.

Also, the thing I was reacting against really wasn't the fact that people have headcanons about who and what kind of character Luke is - like, that's just normal and generally a good and fun part of fandom. I reacted against the idea of The Last Jedi being thoughtless about his character. It interprets Luke in a very specific way, but that interpretation is, I think objectively, deeply grounded in the history of his character and the thematic throughlines of the Skywalker-focused movies. So it annoyed me a bit to see people treat the depiction like it was some kind of failure to engage with the original material. I think that's not quite fair to what the movie was, and I think it leads to weak criticism of its flaws.

I think that the better angle for critique of the whole sequel trilogy and Rian Johnson's contribution is that obsesses far too much about the original trilogy, and is at its best in those few scant moments when it breaks away from it. If the sequel trilogy hadn't had the corporate mandate to be a kind of Frankenstein remake of the OT, perhaps a kindly old grandfatherly Luke could have been a fun and interesting interpretation of the character's future. Luke is what he is in TLJ because the trilogy absolutely fucking had to recreate the narrative beats of Dagobah, and therefore absolutely had to have Luke learn another lesson from Yoda about learning to let go of his attachments to and fears about the future and be present in the here-and-now.

Johnson is clearly a fucking nerd-ass Star Wars nerd, whose greatest mistake was assuming that other Star Wars nerds would engage with the material with good faith and an eye towards appreciation and discovery, rather than product-brained, screaming entitlement to their supremacy-affirming nostalgia security blanket.

To be clear, here I am talking about the culture war grifter assholes who poison the world, and not fandom people who have a cozy headcanon about Luke as a cheerful old community dad. I don't think it's fandom tourism to have a headcanon about a character, or a favored interpretation of them, even one which feels somewhat divorced from the original source-text. If I had to take a guess, the people on the original post developed that headcanon through fandom - by way of fanfics and fanposting and fanart, by way of fix-it fics and excited speculation. If I had to take a guess, they got their headcanon about Luke the same place everyone gets their headcanons about popular characters: from some combination of appreciation, projection, and a desire to see the thing you love tell a story that you need to hear. That's just human, and I don't think you can spend any significant amount of time in fandom without developing those attachments to certain stories or characters.

[rafedaddy01]

stepdad!rafe punishing reader after she’s been acting like a brat by using her vibrator on her and he has her cumming at least 6 times before she passes out

The Punishment

Summary: When you broke Rafe’s rule—no touching yourself—you knew there’d be consequences. Now, he’s determined to make you pay.

Notes: thank you for the request 🙏

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” Rafe’s signature smirk tugged at his lips, the kind that sent a shiver down your spine and made your stomach twist. “Such a desperate little thing. Always needing more—and never able to follow the rules.”

Your wrists throbbed against the cold bite of the handcuffs, your legs trembling as you watched him strip away his clothes, each movement deliberate as he edged closer. Your breath caught in your throat when his palm landed firmly on your thigh, sending a jolt through you. In his other hand was the little device you'd been caught using—a damning reminder of your disobedience. His hand crept higher, nearing the place you wanted to keep hidden most. The mere thought of your stepdad seeing you like this filled you with revulsion. Yet, your body betrayed you, your legs parting despite the war raging in your mind.

"Rafe—?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but his sharp glare silenced you instantly. You knew better than to speak when he was punishing you-unless he demanded it. But you couldn't help yourself, not when he'd stopped you right on the edge, leaving your body trembling and your clit aching with desperation. His voice was low and taunting as he leaned closer. "You've been a very bad girl, Y/N."

He switched on the device in his hand, the low hum sending a wave of anticipation through you. Without warning, he pressed it firmly against your most sensitive spot, restarting the torment of pleasure that had you on the verge of breaking. His other hand gripped your thigh, prying it open with an unrelenting force before pinning it down beneath his palm. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin as his voice dripped with menace. "Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?"

Rafe pulled the device away, watching intently as your body betrayed you, your hole clenching desperately around nothing. His lips curled into a smug grin as he dragged the moment out, letting you squirm under his gaze. "Pathetic," he muttered, teasing the device just out of reach before suddenly pressing it back against you, harder this time. Your back arched instinctively, and he chuckled darkly. "This," he growled, his voice low and taunting, "is what happens when bad girls break the rules. You don't get to decide-you'll take what I give you."

“Please, daddy” you moaned loud as the tingling feeling between your legs became all too much. The overstimulation getting to you.

Rafe was throwing insult after insult at you, but you were too lost in the haze of pleasure to hear a word. Your body trembled and convulsed as your second orgasm hit, followed by a third, then a fourth. Each one left you breathless and shaking, your cries of desperation filling the air. Rafe just stood there, watching with a dark, amused laugh, enjoying every second of your repeated tremors.

“Shh, you take what daddy gives you” Rafe pushed the device harder against your puffy clit. Your screams muffled by the pillow he picked up and suffocated you with. This was definitely the last time you’d touch yourself without permission. Taglist

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[legalkimchi]

Please learn more than just a Phrase.

I don't expect people to be subject matter experts on issues of global politics.

But false equivalency is rampant in online discourse regarding three major conflicts in the world today. I am using the word conflict in this post, however, when applicable, i will use other words to describe specifics. (Nuance folks... it's a thing)

So i start off with an assumption that most people don't understand the basics of most international events. As an american, i only know some of the stuff that is happening within my own nation. This is not an insult to you, dear reader. Rather, it is a position we all must realize we are in. You do not understand most world issues.

You just don't.

you aren't there. it isn't your life. you don't have the academic background.

I saw a post recently calling for "freedom for Palestine, Sudan, and Congo."

And it bothered me. Not because i am opposed to peace, (how is asking for ceasefire a bad thing?) but rather because i believe simplifying the conflicts with this wording showcases the ignorance of the differences.

Not all conflicts are the same.

In palestine, we have a convoluted mess where two groups claim a territory as home. getting into the in-depth story of this conflict takes time. Foundational elements of it take place thousands of years ago, but the conflict itself is only about 75 years old. So it is a long and short story. Currently, the sovereign state of Israel is engaging in a genocide in Gaza. Asking for freedom for palestinians makes sense. they live in an apartheid state and would like a state of their own. they wish to be free of occupation. you can argue with the details, be pro-israel, or whatever, but that is the basic ask of palestinians. (if you want to get into anti-semetic regional sentiment or the desire of certain groups to eradicate the israeli jewish population or Israel as a nation that's a different topic, not the point of what i'm talking about.)

In the Congo and Sudan, it is a different story.

Let's start with the Congo. First of all, Which Congo?

Let's please understand that there is the Republic of the Congo and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The Republic of the Congo is a former french colony. Then there is Democratic Republic of the Congo. Some of us might remember this country as Zaire.

the DRC is the congo we are talking about in the news. This was a former belgian colony and the atrocities committed by the belgians there rival any genocide in human history. i've seen estimates between 5 million and 20 million deaths. some estimates state the population of native congolese were cut in HALF. since the turbulent start of the country after their independence in 1960, the country knew relative peace until the 1990s. Then a mixture of a weak central government and the Rwandan Civil war (which had it's own genocide you may have heard about) spilled over into what was then Zaire. Zaire dissolved, and the DRC took it's place, But the wars have been raging off an on since then. earlier this year, more civil war violence erupted AGAIN. This displaced millions, AGAIN. while the DRC is a bit of an autocratic and repressive regime, the rebel groups are groups with ties with the Rwandan government and the other group with ties to Isis. It's awful all the way down.

Sudan has had an ongoing civil war for over 20 years. I remember this because i helped lead some anti-genocide protests regarding Darfur when i was in college 20 years ago. I've been following this conflict for nearly my entire adult life. you may have heard about this with regards to the Save Darfur coalition regarding the genocide in Darfur. Well, that genocide has continued (albeit with less intensity) for 20 years. the civil war lasted until 2021, but restarted in a different form in late 2023. the conflict is now between two different sides of the military government fighting each other.

It is an awful conflict full of awful leaders. Sudan's government suffered a revolution in 2019 from a dictator, only to have that government overthrown in a coup by the current dictator. The Sudanese military is supported by folks like Russia and North Korea. you might see that among the other countries that support sudan, bunch of communist countries, and you might think "hey, maybe al-Burhan is a leftist".

no... no he is not.

He is a military despot. He has no ties to any real ideology. He just runs sudan as a military dictator.

So who is opposing him?

The Rapid Support Forces. and you may be thinking "ok, so they are the good guys? trying to overthrow the dictator?"

No... They are the ones that instigated the Genocide in Darfur.

This is a situation is "no matter who wins, the people of Sudan lose."

So when folks claim these are all the same. Or wonder why folks talk about one and not the other.

there are reasons. These are very different conflicts. Please learn about them. It matters more than spouting some 4 word slogan calling for "freedom."

Find out what the people of these areas actually need. Learn more about what is happening. My description above is incomplete. I may even get some things wrong. I am trying to keep informed, but I am not an expert, nor do i live there. Raise voices from the region and find out if there are ways to help.

[desualt]

Yesterday, I saw some viewers upset that Bad ran away and didn't want to die. But I think that was to be expected since PrinceZam was doing more improvisational lore. I think some viewers haven't realized that most of the deaths and resets of the realm are planned or allowed by the CCs. I give a few examples:

The first two times Foolish accidentally died because of Bad, he asked him to open a ticket. But both times Foolish was like "nvm is lore now". The same thing happened when Bad accidentally killed Tango. The third time, Foolish asked the red faction to take his life.

The day Pili killed Ros and stole her armor, cc!Pili sent cc!Ros a message the day before to see if she was okay with it for the story.

The day Aimsey reset was lore stream, Ros and Aimsey fight to dead. Of course, it was planned. Pili planned his fight with Clown too.

Foolish, Ross, and Aimsey have been giving their life a lot of times doing contracts with the keepers because they ask to.

Foolish and Bad died in the cathedral because they agreed.

cc!Owen talked with cc!Foolish about his lore planned, Foolish gave hints several days before that his character will die.

Bad wanted a war but he wanted to talk with the CCs to find a way to gain more lives for the war or a way people could die but don't affect or frustrate people like Sneeg that have Nirvana.

I think the only two times I've heard of a slightly frustrating death was when Pangi killed Pili at the ball. Correct me if I'm wrong because I think he said he had lore planned and Pangi didn't give him a heads up. And also Zam when killed Owen in the event since Tubbo said it wasn't good content for him. But they're friends, so I think they talked about it behind the scenes after in both cases maybe.

So in my resume, I think Zam and Bad should talk at some point about their lore behind the scenes. Yes, I think the characters deserve to retaliate to Bad at some point, but it has to be planned. And we like viewers just have to wait for them to cook the resolution of this conflict in lore.

(Correction: Pili got frustrated when the restart was for the 30 subs, not the ball, my mistake)

[assumptionprime]

I stayed up to 2am to beat Radiant Dawn

What a great game, easily my favorite Fire Emblem, and also the best one.

Positives

Best written FE story, by a lot. It helps that PoR gets to lay a lot of the groundwork, which RD gets to develop and then pay off. It pulls off the idea of fighting against fate and gods for those you care about without turning to the camera every 5 lines to say "Our bonds give us strength!" (looking at you, Awakening).

The worldbuilding and history of Tellius as a setting feels lived in and builds its themes and characters in a way that feels natural. Instead of stuff like "This country is the peaceful good guys and this one is the strong guys who love battle" you have "These neighboring countries are both rebuilding after a terrible war, one fighting for independence from a harsh post-war occupation, the other lead by a well-meaning but inexperienced queen who wishes for peace but lacks the power to control the wealthy nobles. Both peoples still hold bitter resentment over those lost in the war."

Great cast. I wish RD had full supports, but what's there in the story and base conversations is just great. They aren't all winners (Looking at you, most of the Dawn Brigade) but usually when a character sucks, it's because they were successfully written to be someone who sucks (looking at you, Makalov) (My faves are Nephenee, Heather, Titania, Nailah, Ike, Soren)

Nice visual style. Restrained. Recent FE games have gotten really over the top with their character designs (Looking at you, Fates and Engage)

A nice, tight progression. It gets hard at points without ever feeling like total bullshit. When someone died and I had to restart, it was usually my fault. I could certainly make units strong, but they never felt game-breaking or invincible. Even Haar and Nephenee could die if I got cocky. In other games, being able to grind extra side maps is useful for supports or raising fresh units to be on par with your core team, but RD doesn't have traditional support conversations to unlock, and the Bonus Experience system lets you level new recruits easily enough. Moving from one chapter to the next keeps the game moving, and maintains a good difficulty curve.

Negatives:

Hoo boy some of the units are hot garbage. I like Meg and Fiona, but they are basically unusable a chapter or two after their introduction.

The voice acting in the cutscenes is real bad. Thankfully this is a tiny fraction of the dialogue in the game, but oof.

Who designed the bridge map? I just wanna talk.

I accidentally recruited Oliver, and therefore did not get to kill him. "Would you mind rejoining the enemy?"

[wileycap]

Little snippets of dialogue, showing what I think postwar redeemed Azula would look like:

AZULA: Admiral Asahi seems to be convinced that a return to the old regime would be in the best interests of the Fire Nation. He recently gave a speech where he accused the Fire Lord of being an impotent, cowardly puppet who was leading the country to ruin. Well, if he misses the old ways so badly, we should slather him with tar, put him in a boat at sunset and light the boat on fire after Agni's last rays have left the world, so his spirit will never feel the warmth of the Sun again!

EVERYBODY: [looks at her]

AZULA: But... we won't. Because. We're very moral.

SOKKA: Yyyeah, good save. Not creepy at all.

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ZUKO: Princess Azula, what do you think we should do about the war orphans?

AZULA: We should train them to be an elite fighting force. They've already lost everything, so their feelings of hate and grief would be easy to twist to serve us.

ZUKO, sighing: Let's try that again. Remember that the Earth King's delegation is going to be at this meeting, so maybe try to avoid saying anything that could restart the war.

AZULA: ... give them jobs?

ZUKO: Child labor is bad.

AZULA: Even if it's-

ZUKO: Even if it's peasant children, yes. And don't call them peasants.

AZULA: What do you want from me? Should I say, 'oh, poor babies, we should fund luxurious orphanages where they can get the best education and care, and many hugs and kisses, where they can weave flower crowns and roll around in meadows of fire lillies?'

ZUKO: Yes.

AZULA: Oh. Well, that one, then.

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ZUKO: Azula! What did you do?

AZULA: You're going to have to be a little more specific.

ZUKO: Admiral Asahi's estate burned down!

AZULA: That's unfortunate, but I don't see what it has to do with me.

ZUKO: So you're saying you didn't do it?

AZULA: Of course I didn't.

ZUKO: ... really?

AZULA: I hired someone to do it. I am royalty, after all.

ZUKO: Azula!

AZULA: Oh, lighten up, Zuzu. My operative made sure that everyone got out.

ZUKO: Everyone except for Asahi, who was trapped in his outhouse.

AZULA: Yes, well, that was unfortunate.

ZUKO: In his outhouse, where the fire started.

AZULA: A very tragic accident, but he survived, didn't he?

ZUKO: Yeah, but he was covered in... anyways, who did you hire?

AZULA: You know, I'm not entirely sure. She wore a mask, but I think she's called the Red Spirit.

ZUKO: What? You can't steal my secret identity!

AZULA: What are you talking about?

ZUKO: The Blue Spirit!

AZULA: The Blue Spirit was a myth, made up by Zhao to explain the Avatar's escape from Pohuai. Sure, there were some copycat bandits in the Earth Kingdom, but our own intelligence has repeatedly dismissed the possibility of the Blue Spirit being an actual person. Haven't you been keeping up with the reports?

ZUKO: I- you- argh! [stomps off]

AZULA: Bye, Zuzu.

[purplepleasureswritings]

Wanna Have You Near Me - Hawks x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.5 K

Tags: Female Reader, No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Hawks, Fluff and Smut, Post Canon, HPSC President Hawks, Teacher Reader, Praise Kink, 69,

Link to A03 for easier reading: here

Preview: Hawks found a box under your bed and is very interested in exploring it.

You... were.... everything.... are... everything.

Hawks... Keigo... never thought he could have this after the wars, when everything was said and done. He was lucky to have his life and to be able to try and make a change again, no matter how painful the loss of his quirk was. You are a bright, shining light in his life, helping chase the endless ache away.

You are inspiration. You are warmth. You are steadfast bravery, the calm in the storm, and most importantly, you are kindness.

Keigo met you for the first time when you had gone to his first town hall he held as HPSC President to ask for needs and ideas from the community. You had created a proposal for better and safer schools that catered to students of all needs from volatile quirks to heteromorphs to the quirkless. You ended your speech with a final note of how everyone deserves a safe and quality education where they are not shunned or discriminated against, and he felt a bit of hope for the first time in a long time and was completely intrigued by you.

He came to find out as the two of you grew closer while working on the proposal, that you were a teacher, one that had been terrified not for her life during the war, but how your students would be affected. Students whose futures you wanted to protect just like him. Even now you worked tirelessly to make sure your students not only learned, but also that they became their best selves and felt safe enough to trust you with their deepest problems. It was draining but rewarding, and he had to wonder, who took care of you?

So he took it upon himself when he could, to visit you during lunch or after school with a meal, an ear for listening, a shoulder to cry on, and you rewarded him with something he's never had, a home.

Sure, he's only been living with you for a month in your quaint little abode that was conveniently half way between the office and your school. He couldn't believe he could wake up to soft kisses and birds chirping outside, the world at peace, as you lightly sang and watered your plants.

Your quirk, Nightingale, and the nickname you let him call you, allowed you to draw out potential through song. It worked to help your flowers bloom, your students on a bad day... and even helped him restart the beginnings of a quirk awakening. His wings were small, no bigger than a cardinal's but they were his, and they were a comfort when the days were too long.

They were precious, yes, but you were even more precious.

And when he found the box hidden under your bed, he knew how he wanted to show his appreciation.

ˋˏ-༻❁༺-ˎˊ

You let out a sigh of relief as you unlocked the door to your house and smelled your favorite foods cooking. You had hoped that he would be here after the long day you had but understood he was always heavily needed at the HPSC. You tried not to let him drown in paperwork and he did the same for you, the two of you dragging each other to the couch for much needed cuddles and relaxation.

You entered the kitchen as he was carefully plating the food that smelled mouthwatering delicious and smiled. You loved tasting all the food he made on his culinary journey, especially since you weren’t the best in the kitchen and were often too tired to cook for yourself or even see the point of it.

“I’m home.” You softly announced stepping into his arms and finally relaxing as he held you close to his chest, burying his nose in your hair and squeezing you tight.

“Welcome home.” He murmured and you nuzzled a bit into his chest, indulging yourself for a moment before pulling back.

“This looks and smells amazing. Just what I need.” You said as the two of you carried your plates over to the dining room table, moving in close to one another.

“Rough day?” Hawks asked, always wavering between his two names.

In your more tender and intimate moments, he preferred Keigo and you felt honored you could see him so vulnerable, after all he has done for you and Japan. That you could take care of him, the way he takes care of you. You never thought your speech would lead you here, but you were glad it did.

You hummed before letting out a tiny moan and wiggle in your seat as you took your first bite.

“Fuck. I could blow you right now for this.” You muttered to yourself in pleasure as you dug in, Hawks laughing.

“Perhaps later, there’s something I’d like to try anyway. But first, I want to know more about your day.” Hawks said, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand with an endearing smile, wrapping his ankle around yours.

You were curious but nodded, you had a request to make of him anyway.

“I want to hear about your day as well and this idea of yours but for now… if I give you the list of streets that could use more patrols, can you…” You trailed off as his eyes sharpened and he nodded.

“Of course. Your students are having trouble again?” Hawks asked and you nodded, stomach tight with concern.

“It’s not just to and from school. It’s around their homes now. People testing what they can and can’t get away with under the reforms. It was hard enough with so few schools being able to reopen after the wars and functioning at overcapacity and the housing situations aren’t the best with all of the rebuilding… I just want my kids to be kids, you know? Not have to worry about things like that.” You said and Hawks kissed your temple.

You played so many different roles for your students. You just wanted to make all of your lives a little easier and to bring back the joy, whimsy, and humor they once had, instead of just survival.

“Thank you for telling me. I am happy you won’t let this sort of thing be overlooked. I will create new routes encompassing them right away and arrange for a press conference reiterating how we all must work together to rebuild and what consequences there may be for those intent on ruining that.” Hawks said and you smiled, turning and kissing him, filled with love.

“You are making a bright future for us all. Tell me of your day.” You said and he gave you a quick peck in return.

“So aren’t you, you’re the one shaping young minds. My day wasn’t bad, a bit of the usual. Mera kicked me out of the office early so I thought we could do something special tonight. Something fun that might distract you?” Hawks said as the two of you finished and brought your dishes to the sink, Hawks rubbing your hips and looking at you earnestly.

You brought your arms around his neck and kissed his chin.

“That sounds so nice, actually. What did you have in mind?” You asked and he fidgeted for a moment, his tiny wings stretching out, the tips just barely peeking past his back.

“I… found your box under your bed. I was wondering if you could peg me?” Hawks said, golden eyes glittering. You blinked. You weren’t expecting that. It’s not as if you made your toy box a secret and you certainly wouldn’t say no, but..

“I would love to, but why?” You asked, stroking his scarred cheek. You knew he had a deep desire to please and wanted to make sure he wasn’t doing this because he thought he needed to.

He exhaled softly, kissing your hand and holding it before pressing his forehead to yours.

“I know what you are thinking. I do want to do something nice and fun for you as stress relief, but I think I will really enjoy the intimacy, and letting you take care of me too.” He said and you kissed him, holding him close.

“Alright.” You said in a breathless, excited voice, your heart full with how much you adored this man.

He grinned and the two of you traded kisses as you walked back to the bedroom, discarding your clothes along the way.

You sat naked in his lap, grinding your swollen and wet clit against his toned thigh and moaning at the friction as he placed hot kisses on your neck.

“How do you want to start, My Love?” You asked, carding your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp as he sighed in contentment.

“However you think. I just have two requests. One, I want to see your face at all times and two I get to put my mouth on you.” Hawks said and you smiled, peppering kisses all over his face.

You knew how he felt about his back. The scars. The trauma he still carries from those fights. How long he went without his wings. He had only just started letting you put a special cream on his back and sing while activating your quirk just recently. There was still so much he kept to himself, too used to shouldering everything on his own, and you treasured how little by little he was opening himself up to you.

As for the second request, well, he certainly could use his mouth for more than just smooth talking.

You stood, ignoring how you throbbed with excitement, your pussy already clenching and your thighs sticky, grabbing your box of toys from underneath the bed. You pulled out your strapless purple vibrating strapon and a custom purple lace panty with a reinforced hole to help make the strapon more secure, as well as a bottle of lubricant, putting them on the bed and crawling over to kiss Hawks, gently pushing him down. He went down easily, giving you a soft smile when you put your softest pillow behind his shoulder to cushion his small winglets and another under his lower back. You kissed him, simply enjoying being in his embrace as all your cares melted away temporarily. This you could do here and now and bring each other pleasure and satisfaction.

“I know you want to see my face, but I also promised you a blowjob for dinner. Two birds, one stone?” You said wiggling your eyebrows as he snorted.

“How about no stones, but mind blowing orgasms, my beloved Nightingale?” Hawks said and you grinned, feeling a pleasant tingle and warmth at the endearment before swinging your legs over his head and facing his cock.

You pressed a kiss to the leaking head, stroking it gently as he moaned and panted against your pussy. You swallowed his cockhead, giving a muffled moan as he spread you, flicking his tongue against your clit before delving into your hole, applying the perfect amount of pressure and letting out happy little sounds, the vibrations making you tremble as you tried your best to bob up and down on his cock. You sucked hard, deepthroating him as you ground your pussy against his mouth and fumbled for the lube, drizzling some on your fingers. You pulled off of his cock, panting and moaning as you swiveled against his tongue, pressing a slicked finger at his rim.

“Okay?” You whispered in a hoarse voice as he nodded against your cunt, his groans turning even more excited and enthused.

“Only if you come for me first. Come on Sweetheart, I’ve got you. That’s a good girl.” Hawks… no… Keigo encouraged, one hand grabbing your hip to guide you faster on his face as he slipped in two fingers and crooked them, causing you to whine and moan, dizzy with the pleasure and praise. You rode him desperately as his tongue and fingers worked you until you were coming with a loud cry, writhing against him. He gently worked you through it as the waves of pleasure crashed over you until you lifted off of him and he withdrew his fingers, pressing a kiss to your clit. You turned around to see his satisfied smile and beautiful golden eyes, wiping his shining lips before kissing him and sliding down his body, scattering kisses.

“You’re so good, Keigo. My Keigo. Beautiful boy. My hero.” You praised as he squirmed a bit. You reached his cock once more, sucking it in and looking up at Keigo as you slid a finger gently into him. He showed no indication of discomfort, but you knew he wouldn’t, too used to pain.

Still, you took your time stretching him, only adding other fingers when you were sure he could take it, sucking on his cock to distract him until you found that spot deep inside of him that had him crying out in surprise, gasping. It had taken you so long to encourage him to be loud and vocal and here you were rewarded with a beautiful sight and sounds as he moaned, grinding down against your fingers when you added a third.

“I’m… wait, wait, wait.” He said frantically and you immediately, but gently pulled off and out. He panted and gave you a lopsided grin.

“Sorry, I just want to come with you in me. I want to have you even more near me.” Keigo said and you smiled in understanding, kissing his inner thigh before grabbing the strapless strapon. You moaned, inserting one end into yourself and clenching around it before sliding on the panties to keep it more snug against you, feeding the other end that was to go into your lover through the hole. You stroked lubricant down the shaft as Keigo watched and you smiled when you could hear his wings rustling.

You guided it to his hole, looking into his eyes as they softened and he nodded. You pressed in slowly until your hips were against the backs of his thighs. You pressed his legs up a bit so you could lean over him and kiss him, withdrawing slightly to press back in, watching his cock leak against his stomach. His mouth opened in a moan as he clung to you and you groaned.

“Fuck. You’re incredible. Can’t believe I get to have you.” You whispered to him, the strapon rubbing against your clit with the thrusts as your pussy clenched down on the end inside you.

“Hey, those are my lines.” Keigo teased, eyes shimmering as he held you close, his cock trapped between the two of you as you thrust in and out of him, angling your hips to hit his spot. You kissed him in reply, hoping he could feel the love as you stroked him and cupped his face. He gave a low warble looking at you with wide eyes before suddenly clinging to you, his cock jerking in your hand and spurting down your wrist. You kissed his cheek hard as you felt your own orgasm take you from the friction, trembling in his hold before collapsing on his chest as he stroked your back.

The two of you lay there, relishing in each other’s warmth and hold before you moved slightly to pull the strapon out and discard your panties.

“New idea. Bubble bath and then we cuddle and finish watching that show?” Keigo whispered tenderly and you smiled.

You could face anything with the best stress relief and hero by your side.

Together, you would ensure a brighter tomorrow.

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