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basicallyjaywalker · 8 months

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Wanna ramble about a moment/character in ninjago you think people need to talk about more?

I don't know who you are anon, but I'm glad you asked!

I am desperate for people to character-analyze Wu. I'm desperate for a lot of character analysis including Nya but since I got a lot of my Nya feelings out with some lovely folks the other night (edit: the other night was a month ago dw about it. this took a minute) I'm going with Wu this time

Master Wu to me is such an interesting case of a character who it is so easy to ignore the bits of the show that hint at his wider issues and traumas. He is a man defined heavily by his family and by his past. A lot of criticism he gets, I think, is due in part to that.

I've mentioned before that I've been rewatching S1 with a friend of mine and intermittently pausing to infodump on them about interesting character things I notice from that season. A lot of that has been Wu-focused because despite having seen RotS dozens of times throughout my life (watching it on CN, watching it on Netflix when only it and Legacy were around, rewatching it with friends) I have only just started noticing the seeds of character written in.

I might also just be reading too much into things, but hear me out

In S1 (and by extension, the pilots), Wu is characterized as your typical old wise teacher. In the first few minutes of EP1: Rise of the Snakes, he is chewing out the Ninja for playing video games instead of training. The line he uses? "Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today."

It's a line that gets repeated throughout the series. In fact, it gets repeated that very episode when the ninja go (pun not intended) to fight the Hypnobrai and a literal pre-teen. At first, it seems to just be a piece of wisdom. Some old proverb Wu's picked up over the years, possibly one he even coined himself. However, in EP7: Tick Tock, Wu tells the story of who, possibly, first told him this.

(Source: Tick Tock/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom, highlight added.)

It was Garmadon. Now, I'm not gonna dwell too long on Garmadon, if you spend five minutes talking to me you'll learn he was the first character whose story I obsessed over and I want this essay to be about Wu, but I think he plays a role in Wu's overall story, as does Wu's family as a whole.

Prior to this, Wu and Garmadon's relationship has been more of a sibling rivalry taken to a good vs. evil extreme. We didn't know why Garmadon was evil and we didn't know about Wu and his relationship as kids. However, this scene establishes the backstory. They were, as Wu puts it, "the best of friends." That is, until Garmadon gets bit by the Devourer going to get the katana Wu lost.

Now, I know the Devourer bite was destined to happen because of the Overlord or some shit, but Wu doesn't. As far as he's concerned, Garmadon getting bit was a direct consequence of both his mistake and his cowardice. He lost the katana. He was too scared to get it. Garmadon went over instead. Garmadon got bit.

The scene goes on to show the FSM tending to Garmadon in the aftermath. Wu is watching from behind the door, likely told to stay back, but concerned. And in his POV, we get this intense moment, where Garmadon turns, looks directly at him (his eyes turning bright red for the first time), and says "It's all Wu's fault!"

(This clip should begin at the start of Wu eavesdropping. If it doesn't, skip to 0:58. I highly recommend also paying attention to Wu's body language during this scene.)

The camerawork does a great job of showing how this probably felt for Wu. It zooms in, Garmadon's voice echoes, and the background blurs. We see in the flashback that this is a moment Wu has etched into his memory. Not to mention, he was likely a very young child when this happened. LEGO characters' ages are weird, but Wu in this scene has the Big Eyes, which always seem to be used for characters under 12. We don't know exactly how much older Garmadon is to my knowledge, but he doesn't have the Big Eyes, so he's probably closer to 12 and a few years older than Wu for sure.

Imagine that. Being in elementary school and your older siblings gets hurt. They're acting strange. They're lashing out at your father. Then, they blame it all on you. They're hurt because of you. Wouldn't you internalize that?

I could go on about Wu's relationship with Garmadon, but again, I think I've spent enough time on it and I don't want to only focus on that. It's an important part, but there are others.

Let's talk about Wu's relationship with his dad.

Now, I have not yet read the Spinjitzu Brothers series. I cannot speak to any development of Wu and the FSM's relationship in there. I have, however, read The Book of Spinjitzu and blogged some of my thoughts on it here, including some of what it says about Wu.

For those who haven't read it, first, there is a Google Drive folder floating around with all of the canon spinoff books/graphic novels in it. Here's the link if you wanna read them!

The FSM is an... intriguing figure. I mean, in the series he's basically god? He made the entire world. That's already a very high bar to live up to. Then, in Book of Spinjitzu, there's a few specific parts that, when I read them, signaled that Wu internalized a specific message when he was young.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 3).

Wu does not want to disappoint his father. It is up to him (and Garmadon until he turns evil) to "uphold the legacy of Spinjitzu" and, by extension, his family. He says he was "very young" when this was explained to him. Considering he seems to already be training at an elementary age, "very young" means VERY young.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 16).

Here, we again see Wu being very aware that he has some large burden to carry. Something else interesting here is that the thought of the Green Ninja Prophecy is already weighing on him too. His considering if he might be the Green Ninja is of extra interest because of how the Green Ninja Prophecy and the--I wouldn't call it obsession, possibly fixation?--with who it is factors into his later actions, but we'll get to that later.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 19).

This one in particular gets me because it comes after Wu mentions Garmadon becoming more evil. It is a statement of power. Wu knows that the legacy of Spinjitzu now rests in his hands alone. He cannot let himself fall the way Garmadon did. He cannot disappoint his father. Whether or not the FSM intended it, Wu always knew the fate of the world rested, at least in part, upon his shoulder. He knew this from the time he was a young boy and it remains in his mind to this day.

Now, these quotes are indirect, but they all point to one clear idea: As a child, Wu internalized the idea that he alone is responsible for keeping Ninjago safe. He will play a pivotal role in its history.

There's not evidence in this book that the FSM's was a bad father, per se. However, just because one doesn't set out to harm their children, doesn't mean they won't. I often say Wu has an "Atlas complex," which I have no idea if it is an actual concept but use it to refer to this idea. Wu feels as though he is responsible for holding up the world, much like Atlas. He must keep the balance, he must solve the Green Ninja prophecy, he must make his father proud.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, page 61).

I'm going to get further into what this means for Wu as a teacher to the current Ninja Team, but for now let's look at Wu's first foray into teaching.

Morro. Wu's Biggest Mistake.

That might seem like an overstatement, but it's not.

(Source: Ghost Story/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom)

Okay he says regret, not mistake, but I was paraphrasing.

Let's turn back to his quote about his destiny. Wu writes, "Is my life's mission to be the Green Ninja? Or maybe it will be to find the Green Ninja and protect him (or her)??"

From a very young age, Wu was not only aware of the Green Ninja but prophecy but also thinking about his place in it. We see this again when he takes Morro in and trains him.

(Source: Ghost Story/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom, highlight added)

A big thing Wu is criticized for here is making Morro believe he is meant to be more. That he is the Chosen One. And Morro, being a young homeless orphan just now given some semblance of power and protection, latches onto that. And I can see it, but when you take into account the above that he was trained from (likely) a younger age than Morro and given a similar level of responsibility, it becomes more understandable. Wu is just doing what he was taught. He doesn't believe that he is harming Morro until it is too late.

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This is the entire story, but I'm specifically going to be discussing 1:36 onwards here. I also wanted to add that rewatching this scene made me lay down on the floor! What the fuck! But I digress.

There's a lot going on in this scene. For one, Wu washing his hands of Morro in some ways, but not others. He turns his back on Morro when he tells him that destiny has decided, but looks at him again when Morro storms out. He goes to save Morro from the Grundal, but decides that he cannot "teach those who would not listen." Most importantly, when Morro leaves to go find the Tomb of the FSM, Wu leaves the door open. He waits for Morro to return, but never goes after him. And Morro never comes back.

Wu gives Morro's fate a dismissive response at the end of his ghost story ("I am saddened he was banished to the Cursed Realm") but it's clear he still cares deeply about him in the finale of the season.

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Wu's VA in this is phenomenal btw. That "Please Morro!" and "MORRO!" make my heart ache.

Morro believed Wu stopped caring, but he didn't. Even after all he's done, even after trying to destroy all of Ninjago--destroying what Wu had spent his life trying to protect--Wu tries to save him. He begs for Morro to come with him. Morro refuses, Wu watches him perish.

Someone else Wu is close to is gone. Wu again considers himself responsible. Everything is his fault.

And finally, we reach Wu today. A cautious, secretive man. He loves his students, this much is clear. Even as early as the pilots, he drops his wise teacher persona to joke around with them.

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As with Morro, he trains them like his father did him. He even uses the same methods his father used when he trains them.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, page 32)

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While he is hard on the Ninja, wanting them to succeed and training them to help defend the Realm, he lets his guard down more than it seems he did with Morro. He also learned a valuable message from his experience with Morro when he hides the Green Ninja Prophecy from the Ninja, getting angry when they start to push themselves in the same way Morro did upon learning about it. It's clear he doesn't want a repeat.

Now, I can't speak for later seasons (I will eventually) but this fear of repeats, his students going down a dark path because they're tempted by power or greatness, losing someone else, likely drives Wu not telling them other important information. That is just a passing thought though.

Final notes:

I'm currently in the process of rewatching S7: Hands of Time. I actually got this ask right after finishing EP68: Scavengers, which opens with Wu having a nightmare. In it, he and Misako are walking outside of Yang's temple. While walking, Misako delivers this line in response to Wu reminiscing about the time they've spent together:

(Source: Scavengers/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom)

This line, to me, is Wu's subconscious trying to tell him something he needs to hear. It's hinting at what might be his greatest flaw. Wu is haunted by his past, by his mistakes. He finds it difficult to tell others because of both his guilt and his desire to not put that worry upon them. In this very season, he makes the mistake of trying to face his past on his own, and he nearly dies for it.

In the same episode, you see Wu trying to make sure Lloyd doesn't make the same mistakes.

(Source: Prev)

Wu stresses the important of the team. It's as if he sees Lloyd blaming himself for what happened to Wu, sees him doing the same thing Wu has, and is trying to prevent him from doing the same thing. This is further emphasized when, after Wu falls asleep (well, fakes falling asleep), Lloyd says "Wu's mistake was going in alone. So was mine."

Master Wu is, like many characters in this show, someone who is more complex than meets the eye. He is not just a wise, old teacher. He is a man who, throughout his life, has made mistakes and carries the weight of each of them on his shoulders. He is a man who tasks himself with making up for those every day. He is a man who wants better for his students, his family.

Until the day he dies, he will guide and protect his students. And possibly? Even after death too.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #master wu #long post #anon tag #this made my day i looooooooooooooove character analysis #i know a lot of what i post about it may not encompass the full series but i just think that makes it more fun tbh #i'm working with what i have and later i may come back to this and add even more things #i'm also very passionate about wu analysis as a former wu hater because i think the fact that his character stuff is so buried #leads to a lot of the hate #Why didn't he tell the ninja things? well he told morro things and look how that turned out #he grew up believing the weight of the world was on his shoulders #in one way or another #i won't lie and say the man does not make mistakes #but like i mention in s7 when he does he is fucking haunted by them #he is not breaking the generational trauma but he is damn well making an attempt for someone who probably doesn't realize he has it #p.s i tried to add image desc to each ss to make it more accessible but if i messed it up please let me know!#i spent way too much time on this #somebody do a word count i'm curious but too tired to copy this all into docs #falls over #part 2 of this is just the dark island trilogy but i think i'm gonna wait to do that #this took so long and the words are now refusing to words #thank you for reading #i need to take a nap after writing this I feel physically spent #please enjoy another rook branded ramble disguised as a comprehensive essay #other essayists bring you professionalism and academic vibes #i scream into the void and put way too many links o7 #happy birthday ninjago!!!! i finished this in honor of you hopefully it is worthy

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thepaintedlady00 · 11 months

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Nepenthe

Character Intro | Chapter 2

Chapter One: The Hanged Man

TW: blood, gore, some very intrusive and vividly dark thoughts about murder killing and so on, this ones gonna be a dark fic so if that's not something you're into steer clear y'all! But, all in all, first chapters pretty tame for the Dark Urge character. I'm going with a Durge that slightly differs from game Durge as she always has a hesitancy to killing and actively "fights" her dark urges from the start which isn't how I feel the in-game character was potrayed, but it's how I wanna do this series so 🤷‍♀️, I also really wanna let everyone know I'll be taking some creative liberties with the story and I'll be making the villains a bit more "redeemable" (mostly Gortash) they'll all still be the villains and they'll still do the evil shit but with Gortash in particular I wanna add some hints of regret and remorse for his wrong doings so I can give the asshole a happy ending! Because I am a whore for redemption arcs and happy endings! 😅😂

nepenthe • \nuh-PENTH-ee\ • noun. 1: a potion used by the ancients to induce forgetfulness of pain or sorrow; 2: something capable of causing oblivion of grief or suffering.

I had been called many names. Thief. Urchin. Whore. Murderer. Assassin. Monster. Demon. They all held some modicum of truth; after all, how else was one such as myself supposed to live? I bore no family name and held no lands or titles. All I had was a dagger and the blood on my hands. All I had to guide my path… To help me understand who… What I was was but an ember. A word whispered on hushed, fearful tongues.

Bhaalspawn.

It was a myth. Some horror story told by parents to keep their children in line. I knew there could be no truth in it… knew there could be no chance of it being a reality. I'd hunted down every piece of evidence I could over the years, and all of it told the same story. The spawn of Bhaal were long dead - all of them.

I could not be this. And yet the word echoed in me, rattling against my skull almost as loudly as the call for blood. And so, I continued hunting this rumor to the ends of Faerun. Hunting and hoping and killing and running. It was a hideous, pathetic life, but it was all I had. All I'd ever have if I stopped searching now.

Most would find the prospect of being some murderous creature horrifying. Most would have stopped searching when it became possible, but they didn't have this hunger. They didn't feel their skull burning, their whole being screaming for blood. They weren't like me.

From my rooftop perch above the city, I watched the people live their boring little lives. The marketplace was full of bodies, bags of flesh and bones and blood, hurrying and shouting and laughing without a care in the world. Sheep. A pen of them, mindlessly baaing to one another, completely unaware of the wolf lurking above them.

How I longed to leap down from that roof, to slither in what shadows I could find and circle them. My mouth went dry as my heart began to race in my chest. All sound faded, replaced by the symphony of rushing blood and beating hearts. I'd pick the one furthest from the group, the blacksmith. He smelt of salt and metal, a large man with a round belly that was practically begging to be sliced open. The edges of my vision darkened as I stared into the forge. He looked strong, but he'd be slow - much slower than he'd need to be to kill me before I did him. It would be easy.

My body drifted forward, leaning over the ledge of the rooftop. Every inch of me hummed as my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my dagger. So easy… Giggling children broke me from the dark fog. They ran through the streets together, playing whatever games normal little children play, as their families watched with a bright look. I'd studied that look often, how they smiled and their faces creased with joy. It was a look I had never known.

I remembered then the simple house with the green door. I remembered how it looked splattered with their blood - blood that oozed between the floorboards and dripped down the steps. The humming of bloodlust ebbed inside me as I pictured the bodies that littered the cobbled path to the house. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, not a spark of that bright thing… Not a spark of anything. The last one still breathing had crawled back inside, not strong enough to run but still not weak enough to just lay and die.

When I'd followed after her, dagger in hand and blood dripping from me like rain, she'd looked at me with a dark expression. Disappointment mingled with fear and disgust. That was the look I knew, the one she'd always looked at me with. As I got closer, the woman who called herself my mother spat her blood at me and growled out one last word before I watched her bleed out, "Monster."

That house - my house - had been the first. The first time, I'd let the hunger, the insatiable thoughts of bloodshed, win. The family I massacred that day had been my own, but I never regretted killing them, not for one moment that followed. They'd only been the first of many… Too many.

My rancid blood whispered to me: kill, kill, and kill again. This body of mine craved only death. Not my own, but that of others - everyone. In the beginning, I'd hoped it would fade, yet with each death, each lifeless body I left behind, the hunger only grew. The longing to kill again was never far from my mind, and it terrified me.

What kind of person… What sort of thing had this urge? A dark, twisted urge so powerful it consumed me, possessed me until I satisfied it with the blood and death it craved. My lungs filled with the cool city air, and the blurred edges of my vision slowly faded, replaced by the pain at the base of my skull growing as the urge festered, unsatisfied.

A heavy sigh echoed beside me as the rooftop shingles shifted under the unpredictable steps. "Restless already, young Master?"

"I just…" My mouth tasted rancid, the intrusive desire to snap my teeth down on my own tongue making the words difficult to get out.

"Which of the lovely little sheep calls to you this time?" He hummed, turning his head to look out into the crowd with an almost gleeful smile. "The baker?" He giggled, jumping in excitement. "No! The shopkeep! He looks like he'd make a particularly fascinating corpse!" Turning, his beady eyes bore into mine again as he examined my expression. "Not him either? One of the children, perhaps?"

"No!" I bit out, trying not to linger on how that prospect appealed to me. "The blacksmith."

The Butler turned his head eagerly and wiggled his fingers, clacking his claws against the shingles. "Oh, excellent! He'll be no match for you, my dear Master. So big and slow, with a copious amount of blood and viscera to work with. A most excellent choice indeed!"

My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides as I forced my lungs to fill with the fresh air. "I'm not killing him. I'm not killing anyone."

"Not this again," The Butler chided. "Young Master, you must–"

"You do not tell me what I must or mustn't do!" My voice was low but a whisper in the wind, but Sceleritas heard it. He heard it as though I'd screamed it at the top of my lungs. For a fleeting second, it looked as though he'd been hurt by my words and my dismissal of him. With a sigh, I shook my head and knelt beside him. "Sceleritas…"

He made a tsking noise and combed his claws through my hair, delicately brushing it back into place. "I live to serve you, young Master. Whether it leads to glorious blood and viscera or not, I live to serve."

I held his hand for a moment. "Thank you."

"I do wish you'd be true to yourself," he said carefully. "But, if you wish to fight your urge, I'll bite my tongue and let you make your own mistakes."

"Sceleritas," I scolded with a half smile.

He quickly shut his lips tightly and bowed. "Since we're not killing anyone, may I inquire as to what we're doing among the sheep?"

Rolling my eyes at his theatrics, I looked back out to the crowd. "Rumor has it this city has been plagued with worshippers of Bhaal. People -" Sceleritas gave me a confused look. "The sheep," I clarified, earning a toothy grin from him. "Are saying there's an old temple somewhere nearby."

"And you intend to find it?" He asked, pride and mischief filling his tone.

"If anyone will have answers for me, it'll be them." I looked down at the odd little goblin-like creature that had been by my side since I first woke, covered in blood. He had leathery skin and a small hat lined with the bones of a snake I'd killed. He kept his clothes neat, even amongst the blood. Sceleritas was still quite the mystery, and everything about him, right down to how his beady eyes watched me with that sparkle of darkness and his claws clicked together as he idly thrummed his fingers together, making it seem like he knew more than he let on. "Unless you, dear butler, know anything about this temple?"

His hands splayed across his chest as his mouth fell open in surprise. "Why, me? Young Master, I've been ever at your side! I know only what you do."

Narrowing my eyes, I watched his lips turn upward in a grin. "Hmm, we'll see."

"Enough chatter!" He plopped down on the rooftop, kicking his feet over the ledge. "You hurry on with your questioning. I'll be waiting right here when you're done."

"I'll be back before nightfall," I assured him, lifting my hood.

"Of course you will. Unless… perhaps, you find a worthwhile distraction," he said, eyes turning away from mine to stare down at the blacksmith, whose full belly jiggled as he laughed.

That longing hum… That dark urge made my head swim for a moment. Kill him, it demanded. Break his bones! Bathe in his blood! Take his life, for it is yours to take! I shook my head and quickly turned away. "I will be back before nightfall."

"As you say, dear Master."

I dropped into a dark alley, my ill-fitted boots doing little to save my knees from feeling the force of the ground solidly meeting my feet. The alley stank with piss and rotting food, a stench that hung over the poorer districts. It was stripped bare of the fragrant roses and perfumers of the upper city. Stripped of everything, with people still demanding more be taken in the name of their lords and ladies and their fine parties and expensive silks.

Baldur's Gate. A beacon of hope and second chances. So many poured through the city gates with those big eyes, spilling with joy and relief, and it would be those eyes I'd see months later devoid of all that sparkle. Joy is a difficult thing to nurture when you're starving and flea-ridden. Baldur's Gate. The city where any and all are welcome to live and create a new life for themselves. A lie.

As I stepped over the multitude of beggars that no longer whispered pleas my way or anyone else's, I held onto that bitter feeling that had festered since I'd stepped foot here. My hands bore the blood of thousands, innocent and guilty alike, but even I was above the cruelty of this city. I was a killer, to be sure, but this city… The cursed Baldur's Gate was just as much a killer as me. At least I didn't pretend to be something else.

I moved among the crowd, ignoring that tingle that sent shivers up my spine at the sight of so many opportunities to slit someone's throat or tear their stomach open. Keeping my head down and my hood high, I kept my feet steadily moving. "You hear about this, uh… Shipment… That arrived late last night?"

"Which one?" The butcher replied, trying not to seem so interested. I slowed, lifting an eye towards them as they stood beneath the canopy of the butcher's stall.

"The metals," the twitchy man continued. "The ones that went straight to that abandoned church."

In one quick slash, the butcher's blade buried into the wooden board before him, slicing clean through the thick red meat. "What 'bout it?"

The twitchy man scratched his neck. "Rumor has it one of the smugglers is a madman. Er'yone that's seen 'im says he's makin' some kinda beast."

"A beast 'O metal?" The butcher laughed, waving off the man with a slab of meat in his hand. "Yer nutty if you believe that! Now get out me stall! Scarin' away payin' folk with yer twitchin'."

I watched them bicker for a moment longer before the twitching little man scurried away. Gossip and rumors were prevalent on the streets, necessary for anyone with no money to their name. Information was just as valuable as gold, but using such currency often required more than one's word. Proof came in various shapes and sizes. Eyewitness, a crumb of physical evidence, or even mentioning names… People higher up on the social ladder than anyone dwelling here. This system served me well. Though plagued by the constant urge to maim and dismember, my mind held information like a vault.

As I walked the streets, it quickly became apparent the well of gossip revolved around some useless arms dealings. I half listened, filing their names and the vague details away in my head while changing my path. If I wanted more than the current babblings today, I'd need to go to the source.

Baldur's Gate held many rivers that information flowed through. The servants working in the Upper City would flow down from those rich establishments and find whatever little pocket of people they belonged to. Taverns, inns, brothels, all little wells collecting information like buckets. Wells that I found most useful in my hunt for the truth. Past the layers of boring city gossip of who fucked who or who wore what lay the drops I required - the drops that would finally satiate my thirst. It was a simple matter of extracting such.

The Elfsong Tavern was bustling with people and flowing with drinks. It was a gem of the Lower City, though its outward appearance did not reflect anything grand or unique. It had ale and wine and clean rooms, which was enough for most people. The chatter that met my ears was akin to that of insects. I brushed past everyone else and quietly stood beside the bar, waiting for a cleaning to speak with the elf behind it.

The barkeeper and owner of the tavern was a soft-faced half-elf, Alan Alyth. He had dark hair and light in his eyes, still hopeful of his future within this city. Unlike the other patrons, he heard everything and saw all, and he wouldn't waste my time with idle chatter. Alan knew nothing about me, but he knew how much I hated talking.

Our eyes locked as the bodies cleared away from him, and he sighed. "What can I get for you?"

"I heard a rumor about Bhaal worshippers and a ruined temple."

Nodding, the elf wiped up a spill. "Few nights ago, two men came in spouting about it."

I set a single coin down on the bar. "I need the details."

Alan examined me for a second but took the coin and continued to speak, "Dunno much, but they said they believed the entrance to this temple or whatever was somewhere near the docks."

Without a word of thanks, I turned and exited the establishment, my feet moving quickly and my heart pounding steadily in my chest. I longed for this to be the one - for this rumor to lead me somewhere. The docks were even busier than the tavern, with shipments coming in and out, people selling fish right out of the barrels, and captains and crews inspecting their vessels.

I could catch a ride on one of the ships, I thought. It would be easier to sail away from this horrible city and find a secluded place to live the rest of my days alone. Still, the nagging feeling wouldn't go away no matter how far I sailed. I would still always wonder what I was… If I belonged anywhere.

I remained near the docks, listening, watching, and even searching for hidden doors or loose stones that could have contained a clue, a hint even. There was nothing. No talk of Bhaalists or odd symbols. Nothing but the stench of fish and the annoying voices of the sheep. As the sun set, it became increasingly clear that this had been another dead end.

Waste of time, I scowled as I walked the now clear paths of the dark city. It'd been foolish of me to believe that anyone would have anything of substance. Why would idle gossip lead me to some long-lost hidden temple? It was foolish. Hopeful.

My body roared with disappointment and anger. The feeling of it made my skin itch and my limbs ache. Curse that damned hope, I thought as I neared the rooftop where the butler would be waiting. I felt more breathless with each step, a sickening feeling washing over me as the edges of my vision swam with shadows.

Don't fight it, that dark part of me urged. The bellows of nearby fire sparked in my ears, accompanied by the clash of steel. I sucked in a deep breath, halting my steps to try and regain control of my thoughts - of my own hands as they shook. Give in. A tang of ash and a tingling of metal filled my mouth. Give in to yourself. I stumbled, my feet shuffling of their own accord away from the rooftop towards the hazed orange light.

Kill.

My fingers curled around the hilt of my dagger.

Kill.

My body hummed as the heat of the fire washed over my face.

Kill.

My lips curled up in a happy, satisfied smile.

The stone ceiling of the blacksmith's workshop was coated in billows of dark smoke and embers. They danced along the top of it for a moment, sparkling and crackling before being swept up in the midnight breeze and lifted out the tall open windows. My chest heaved with each breath, the air tasting sweet as I drew it deep into my lungs. I felt lightheaded, exhilarated, and satisfied. My mind felt clear for the first time in weeks, and my skull didn't throb.

The sensation of thick, sticky liquid rolling down my neck pulled me from the enjoyment and relief. I lifted my hands to touch it but found them to be wet. All at once, my mind became my own again, and the sweetness of the air suddenly became heavy with blood. My fingernails dug into the skin of my neck as quiet whimpers filled my throat.

"Oh, how inspired!" Sceleritas purred with gleeful claps. "Artistry as always, my dear Master!"

My neck strained as I lowered my eyes to the corpse I straddled. The blacksmith lay lifeless beneath me, utterly unrecognizable. His eyes, filled with playful mirth and pride this morning, were now raw pits of exposed blood and muscle. The dark hair that once filled his head was scorched off, still smoking and singed with embers. One of his arms had been torn off, hanging from his anvil where the hand had been bludgeoned until the bones turned to dust. Long, intricate cuts lined his remaining arm and torso, leading to the gaping hole in his stomach. His insides were strewn about the room, hanging like dripping vines. And there, plunged into one of the many stab wounds in his chest, my dagger gleamed in the firelight.

I wanted to throw up, to scream and deny, but all I could do was sit there and stare. A prideful feeling simmered in my gut, finding beauty in the gore surrounding me. It was wrong… Beyond wrong… It was demented, deranged, sickening. Yet the feeling remained just like it always did. Sceleritas dug my dagger out from the blacksmith's chest and smiled as he held it out to me with a bow. Then, he noticed my grip on my neck and quickly tutted.

He placed my dagger back in my sheath and gently pried my hands from my skin. He dabbed the angry welts left by my fingernails with a small cloth. "I'm a monster…" I whispered.

Sceleritas' claws poked my cheek as he forced me to look at him. "You are perfect, Master." He combed his fingers through my hair, tucking it from my face. "Absolutely, positively perfect."

I closed my eyes, fighting back tears as the surrounding houses awoke, likely coming to see what the noises had been. They'd come, they always did, and they'd find me covered in the blood of an innocent man, a friend even. From there, things would be exactly as they always were. I'd be forced to flee, vanish, and always be apart like the rest of the monsters.

"Come, we must go," Sceleritas whispered, moving to check the streets.

With quivering breaths, I blinked away tears. What was the point of fighting if the urge would win out eventually? What was the point of any of this fucking life? Pushing myself to my feet, I wiped my hands on my shirt, as if it'd help clean them of blood, before turning to follow Sceleritas when a blink of movement caught my eye.

There, standing in the doorway to the home attached to the workshop. His eyes were fixed on the body, the guts that hung from the room, filled with fear and despair at the sight of the larger man's lifelessness. Guilt and disgust warred within me against the satisfied bloodlust and pride. The child's lips quivered as tears began to stream down his cheeks. "Pa…"

Sceleritas' hands gently wound around my arms, tugging me away from the pitiful scene I had orchestrated. "Away, young Master. Come away."

The streets blurred together as I followed Sceleritas' sure-footed steps. I could hear the angry shouts and the calls for justice as the sheep turned to wolves. Tears burned my eyes as I considered stopping and submitting to my fate. I deserved it. I deserved to be torn apart just like I'd torn the blacksmith apart or any of the others before him. I was a monster.

Sceleritas turned then and slid to a halt just beneath an old archway. He scrambled, clawing the debris and dirt away from the small sewer cover. "This way!" He hissed. "We will find safety with the others!"

"With the others?"

"The worshippers of the Lord of Murder, of course!"

"You knew where it was from the start," I bit out, glaring at the creature.

"We haven't the time for this conversation, Master. Quickly! Come!" He screeched, desperately waving me towards the sewer entrance.

The ground shook with the rushing footsteps of the mob, a thundering anger filling the air like lightning. Grinding my teeth together, I slid through the small, dark opening and landed in the muck. The butler followed close behind, closing the opening just as quickly as he'd uncovered it. I could see the shadows of the mob pass overhead.

Sloshing through the putrid liquid, Sceleritas kept moving forward. I glared at him, using my anger to ignore how the smell burnt my nose and threatened to choke the air from my lungs. "Where are we going?"

He turned, teeth glistening in the low light. "You wished to find the temple, did you not?"

I followed him a few feet forward, watching as he flicked his clawed fingers, and an array of resting magic forced the stones ahead to part, revealing the ruins behind it. Sceleritas bowed, gesturing towards the opening. "After you, young Master."

The dark path forward appeared to be part of the city once, blocked off and locked away… Left to crumble and decay. The air hung heavy with a feeling of hopelessness, death whispers filling every crack and corridor. I followed what paths I could, weaving past fallen stone and broken statues. What had it looked like in its prime? I wondered as we passed through one intact doorway.

Stones shifted beneath quick feet, alerting me to the presence of others surrounding me. The darkness had eyes that watched me as I continued to the second door. If whatever creatures took issue with my presence, they didn't make it known. I could feel Sceleritas' excitement. "Friends of yours?"

"Friends of yours, Master," he replied. "Soon to be subjects if all goes to plan."

I turned my head to glance at him, so many questions wanting to rise from my throat, but none of them could. How many years have you led me astray? I wondered. How long was spent pulling at my strings for this plan?

A shallow river of sewage split the large room in two, forcing me down the right-hand path that looked to have been patched up with wood scraps. Whoever it was that had taken up residence here had clearly put work into trying to remain inconspicuous. The twists and turns should have confused me, but my feet felt steady… Like I already knew the way.

As I stepped out into a larger clearing, the stench of sewage faded slightly. Water trickled from cracks above, and the ruins grew more solid. "This was the Undercity," I observed, peering up the old stairs that had long been barricaded off.

Sceleritas stood beside a circular platform, flicking his fingers again and lighting two hanging braziers. "A wretched place." He hummed carefully. "But, like most ruins, it wasn't always such." Waving his hand, I could see a marvel in his eyes. "It was a glorious temple once. A place of the highest caliber! Worshipers would come from near and far to pay homage, and many found a home here."

"What happened?" I asked, a wave of solemn sorrow softening my voice.

Sceleritas shook his head with a bitter sneer on his lips. "Many things. The worshipers of Bhaal have been culled many times throughout the ages."

"Like the Bhaalspawn." I shook my head and looked at the butler with teary eyes. "Is that what I am?"

"You are-"

"Perfect," I interrupted him. "I know, you've said that before. But answer me this, please, Sceleritas?"

With a humble nod, he finally replied. "You are one of the last living Bhaalspawn. The Lord of Murder's flesh and blood."

My teeth ground together. All this time I'd spent searching, looking for answers, and the one person that had been with me from the start had them all along. "Why not tell me this from the start?"

"You were not ready then," he replied with a sigh. "You may still not be ready."

"Well, what happens now?" I asked.

Sceleritas only grinned. "You open the door."

The tall door blended in with the surrounding stone, only really noticeable but the too-perfect cracks where the two sides met, tightly sealed. As I approached, I had an itching feeling that this would not be as simple as my loyal companion made it seem. Pressing on them with my hand, nothing moved, but a voice echoed around us in a soft but powerful whisper.

"Do you have proof of your faith to our lord?"

"Proof?" I questioned with furrowed brows. "How does one present proof of faith?"

Sceleritas cleared his throat and pointed to my still-bloody dagger. "You've all the proof you need, dear Master."

I unsheathed it, grimacing at the sight of the blacksmith's blood. The image of the weeping child filled my mind. I didn't utter a word nor lift the dagger higher than my eyes, but the door saw it as if it had looked through my eyes. "A small thing, but a show of faith nonetheless. Walk in blood."

The door cracked, and the path forward appeared before me, along with a choice. I could turn back and face what I'd done. Or I could continue on this path, wherever it led me, and finally learn the truth. Sceleritas took hold of my hand and squeezed. "The choice is yours, Remora, my dear Master. I can only urge you not to run from what you are." He smiled. "I can only assure you that you are perfect, just as you are."

Bloodshed, death, murder… None of it appealed to me beyond that itch of my darker urges, but I'd killed so many. My hands were forever stained in blood, and nothing, not even facing judgment, would clean them. I'd kill again. I knew it to be true. What choice is there? I asked myself. Nothing will change unless you see this through. "It'd be a waste to turn back now." I smiled down at him and squeezed his hand back. "Besides, what would I do without my most loyal butler?"

We walked hand in hand down the decrepit staircase where the abandoned stone building came into view, nestled overtop a straight drop into nothingness. Sceleritas led me over the bridge of fallen pillars and through a low archway. I held his hand tightly in mine, using his presence as some reassurance to ease the fear and hopelessness rising in my chest. No matter what I found here, Sceleritas would be beside me. He always was.

Bright red lights illuminated as we traversed the winding, bloodstained path. Statues spoke to me, but I couldn't grasp their words beyond the sound of my heart hammering against my ribcage. The bridge stretched across, lit with fire and dark magic. Up a small set of stairs, another door stood closed. Sceleritas released my hand and skipped up the steps, turning to bow before me. "Oh, my Master! Welcome! Welcome to your royal home!"

The doors opened behind him as if on their own accord. Now or never. I ascended the stairs and walked through the doorway with my head held high. From the high ledge, I could see every corner of the room, the lights and the bodies of people gathered, but what I noticed most was the large pool of blood that stood on the opposite side of the room where a skull with bleeding eyes had been carved into the stone.

Bhaal. My father, if Sceleritas had spoken the truth. With another deep breath, I moved past the robed figures and down towards the center of this congregation. As I passed, the cultists whispered praises, words of great joy at my arrival. Sparing Sceleritas a glance, I quickly asked, "They were expecting us?"

"You, Master," he happily replied. "They've been expecting you for quite some time."

"Praised be the Lord of Murder!" One of them softly exclaimed.

An odd feeling of warmth suddenly erased the fear from my body. Never before had I been waited on… Met with soft words of joyous welcomes. They wanted me here. They felt some kind of love for me, and I enjoyed it. "They… like me?”

Sceleritas scoffed. "They adore you, Master!"

At the bottom of the steps, all the cultists bowed their heads. "Welcome home, Bhaalspawn. We have waited a very long time for this day."

"What day?"

The woman, who seemed to be the eldest, chuckled. "For you to ascend and take your place as Bhaals Chosen, of course!" She turned, gesturing to the pool of blood. "Go on, submerge yourself, and all shall be revealed."

By my side, Sceleritas urged me to go forward into the blood. My dark, featherless reflection hovered over the thick liquid. There was a moment of hesitation, a moment where I knew deep inside me that this wasn't what I wanted. Sceleritas' voice was soft as he seemed to answer my deepest fears. "Do not deny what you are, Remora. For it is beautiful, beloved, holy. You are perfect, just as you are."

I took the first step, giving into the deepest desire to be loved and accepted. Maybe this was the only way for something like me to achieve such. Maybe this was always what I was meant for. As the blood enveloped me, I felt warm… Safe… Powerful. Flashes of bodies torn apart and skulls growing from trees filled my vision. "Child of blood, go forth with divine purpose."

When I emerged again, the first thing I heard was Sceleritas clapping. Then, all that stood before me bowed. "All hail Bhaal's Chosen!"

This was my future - my life. All the years I'd spent trying to be anything other were wasted. Thief. Urchin. Whore. Murderer. Assassin. Monster. Demon. All those years of fighting, scraping, bowing, resisting… It had all been futile. This was what I was, who I was. Bhaalspawn.

Bhaal's Chosen.

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telekinetic-electronica · 1 year

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let’s talk about neo metal sonic.

Metal Sonic has definitely been a fan favorite over the years. He’s one of Sonic’s first rivals, next to Knuckles. He has been in many games. And Heroes, was to be honest, his big role overall in terms of story. I want to look at what his Neo form means, canonically and how people taken his Neo form within the fandom.

First, let’s start off with something, I’m gonna call Metal Neo from here on out. Neo, at his core, is honestly an insanely tragic character. He struggles with an identity crisis, the moment he has free will. He wants to be his own person so bad, but he’s still VERY much tied to Sonic. The purpose he’s meant to destroy and overcome.

And I also wanna say, a lot of Neo’s issues come from Eggman. I also wanna say, Eggman is nothing like his portrayal, fanon wise. This man is very selfish. He berates his creations, threatens to hurt them, and sees them as something he can use. Neo isn’t exempt from this. And before any brings up Sage,

I do like Eggman having a human moment with Sage, but just because an abusive parent is nice to one kid, it doesn’t mean he didn’t abuse his other kids. I don’t know where this whole “doting father” thing came from, but it’s fanon and something heavily Ian Flynn leans into, and it isn’t canon. (Like he literally blew that conch thing and just like. Messed up with the Zeti’s heads because they “disappointed him, and listed off things he’s “done for them”, Ik he’s a villian, point still stands.)

And because of this, it drives Neo, but at the cost... of a lot. It’s often hinted at that Neo actually really doesn’t fucking like Eggman and hates of the shit he says to him. Him failing to finally end Sonic. Him always being left to the side lines to just... die.

Sonic just leaving him, after the day ends. Or Eggman just leaving him there. Until he’s ready for the next mission, and whenever Eggman feels like it. Neo has no support system, and he’s just driven by this overall need to prove himself. To prove he’s not some unlovable failure to Sonic and to his creator.

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“I WAS CREATED FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF DESTROYING YOU. BUT I COULD NEVER SEEM TO DEFEAT YOU. THAT IS WHY I TRANSFORMED MY OWN BODY WITH MY OWN HANDS. BUT THAT WAS THE PAST. NOW YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A SPEC OF DUST TO ME.” “SEE ME AS I AM, NO LONGER AFRAID OF ANYTHING.” Like, it’s quite clear that Neo DOES have feelings. If he weren’t alive, in some way, he wouldn’t be able to use chaos control during his fight with Sonic and co. And I think we all know what he’s afraid of. Afraid of, what they implying and saying about him is right. The only REAL person to try and reach out to Neo is, Shadow. And guess who was also used as a living weapon?

(I know Sonic has done so as well, but let’s be honest, those moments are kind of rare?)

They both were. Neo, really doesn’t have, anyone. He was viewed as a heartless, monster, who is obedient to Eggman, no matter what. He had nobody, and let’s be honest, Neo definitely ran away from Eggman to develop his Neo form and Metal Overlord. He was alone and gone, for God knows how long, and I’m gonna be honest, I think this form was him having a mental break down.

This stage is literally called “Metal Madness.” And God, let’s talk about his Neo form, for a bit.

Neo broke away from Eggman’s control and is FINALLY taking action for his own life. Sure, evil purposes, but still to him, he’s freed from Eggman shackles, and can you really blame Neo for doing so? He was basically raised to be nothing but to do evil shit, and with no warm or kindness extended to him. Or it was really fucking rare. He had nothing but just bitter and anger to drive him, revenge to drive him forward, and it tore him apart. No emotional system, he was just left. Alone.

Neo is taking control of his own life and forming his own destiny. Neo means new. New Metal Sonic. Neo Metal Sonic. Which is why I think a lot of fellow trans people, (I’m a trans male myself), have been flocking to Neo’s, well, Neo form. Because he’s no longer conforming to whatever Eggman wants him to be. He created his Neo form on his own, it’s HIS identity, and Eggman can’t take that away from him. He’s Neo and he’s here to stay. Now, God, getting to this part, it’s always just... so sad to me, from Neo’s POV.

Sonic and co. finally defeat Neo, and we here him cry out. Now, they’re all happy and cheery, while Sonic taunts of him a rematch. He had put his all into these new forms of himself, he was so certain for ONCE, he was gonna win. He was gonna be able to prove he’s not some fake Sonic or a mistake. And when he did his best, he failed. Miserably so. “AUUGH! NO! WHY?! I HAD IT ALL!” when he says this line, you can just hear how... miserable he sounds. Because to him, he was finally doing something RIGHT for once.

“IT’S NO USE... BUT WHY CAN’T I DEFEAT YOU?”

I think, after everything I said, speaks for itself. And has he says this, he reverts into his base form and turns off. Omega holds him in his arms and Shadow looks somberly at him. The two people who were used as nothing but seen as living machines, also holding a fellow seen as nothing but a living machine.

It’s a very somber feeling, looking back on it all. The big question for Neo is: will he be free or just... stuck in a cyclical cycle of being defeated and just loosing?

I think his theme song: What I’m Made Of also just highlights his character perfectly, too.

#abuse tw #sonic the hedgehog #neo metal sonic #metal sonic #metal overlord #metal madness #sth #sth neo metal sonic #sth metal sonic #sonic the hedgehog analysis #sth analysis

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storiesofsvu · 8 months

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Happy Thursday hoes, let’s get to it!

Todays pros: citytv thinks im in TO so I’m getting it started at six!

Cons: no subtitles.

Alright, OG up first.

Love this new detective that’s a fanboy of everyone, makes me miss rollins lol

Pls let it be a female perp. We love a good female perp.

Okay seriously, this very subtle shaky cam is fucking terrible and hurts my head.

The GROAN I let out at the sight of Samantha in her well fitted pants suit sitting there like a fucking badass pissed off look on her face. Ma’am. Please. (yes, she is the only reason I watch this show)

Okay, the pedo may be the only eye witness, but they still have blood on the murderers pants, don’t they? Would that not tie it together enough? Or is it because the eye witness was the one who lead them to him? God I hate the legal system.

I REALLY wish this show would show more of the arguing between Nolan and Sam, like these two do NOT see eye to eye or have the same opinions on basically anything. And while I know major fighting would be called unprofessional, we at least used to see the lawyers get into it, or bantering. There’s so many times that you can tell just by the look of her face that Sam’s pissed, that she doesn’t think highly of him or his decisions on cases, like she hates him. I wanna see that play out on screen LOL

SVU time!

Let’s see if this week is any better than the last ones

Liv back in therapy, we love to see it.

A crumb of EO? Will that keep the crazies at bay? (like, I don’t even ship it but fuck am I sick of it now, the baiting is hella annoying and terrible, make it happen or not, don’t keep leading the actual ship fans on…)

Uhhh… is there not some kind of patient dr confidentiality? Like this bitch could have just lost her job (esp with someone like mcgrath involved… wtf..)

ITS THIS KIND OF SHIT THAT MAKES ME FERAL. In previous episodes they’ve had situations where shrinks couldn’t testify when they were the ONE witness, and like the entire case went into the trash because of it based off this exact type of situation… where TF is the continuity??

Okay… so she’s a minor so I can see the loophole here, BUT the therapist should have told her parents….

I knew it wasn’t the math tutor…

Ok… so mcgrath threatens to kill the math tutor, but when they’re picking up the son across the street he goes rage on benson?? And the iab captain? Shouldn’t you be attempting to punch the kid or something? God I really hope this ep is his last…

“can you drop that to me?” good thing Bruno’s there cause fin would have ZERO ideas on how to do that…

“until the age of 25 the male brain is about as useful as an electrified meatball” jfc… that wins for best line of the night.

Where the fuck is Velasco? Like.. man deserves his paycheques too..

Okay, mcgrath’s wife needs to shut the fuck up, liv’s trying to help her daughter and she accuses liv of gunning for mcgrath’s job.. jfc..

I was expecting mcgrath to throw hands not pull out his fucking GUN jfc… and like.. that was infront of two cars, that’s gonna be on a dash cam somewhere…

This is one of those one case turns into 4 but there’s only 5 mins left of the episode… cmon…

“I guess I didn’t see it in myself…” THANK YOU I was just gonna bring up the whole half assed back plot of mcgrath being abusive… (which is on par for cops, and ironic that the woman playing his wife was the wife of a cop who abused/raped her in 1.o)

This very much seems like a good bye. Pls let it be a good bye. Petition to bring back Garland!

Okay… im confused, I looked at my phone for 5 seconds and lost track of what was happening. Is the iab captain joining svu, cause that doesn’t work…theyre both captains. Or is she saying she’ll be filling in for mcgrath in the meantime??

Onto OC!

Okay, I am incredibly thankful for carisi on oc, but he’s the *sex crimes* ada.. not the only Manhattan ada, he wouldn’t be prosecuting this case… lol

Me: “wait I thought he was an officer.”

Reyes: “detective?” *side eye*

Me: ah yes, okay he was promoted the writers didn’t forget between weeks.

God this entitled pos teenager… wtf… its not *your* house bitch.

Ah, thank god, here’s the arguing that was missing in OG, not surprised its Elliot. Lol.

Oh god..the bratty teen overheard that didn’t she? Fuck..

God… this girl is gonna blow the entire thing, isn’t she? Like, in todays day and age with all the social media and how teenagers (and some adults) don’t know how to go without it, there’s no way they’d cut contact with everyone and delete socials and keep things quiet.

Aaaaaannd here we go. 5 seconds in and she’s blown their new location. (also WHY would the cops even tell them the location? That seems like something they wouldn’t do until they were halfway there…)

Okay… we’re missing a daughter.. I don’t know if this is supposed to be Maureen or elizabeth but I’m assuming liz as it looks like her kids are twins and she was the twin… Also where’s dickie? (I know the brother said something about someone not being able to get a flight? Im just deaf and without subtitles I couldn’t tell ya what exactly was said lol)

How old is this younger brother supposed to be? The only info online I can find is the actor is 50 which im not sure I believe.

Okay there’s dickie he’s in the background!

These guys KNEW they were in a high risk situation and none of them have a vest anywhere near them? ARE WE DUMB?! IS IT OUR FIRST DAY ON THE JOB?

Okay, there’s the other kid.

Maureen and Kathleen giving side eye while sipping their drinks while the tea is being spilt is the highlight of this moment.

This is SOOO awkward for everyone else at the table jfc… ESPECIALLY Eli’s poor girlfriend.. like. Welcome to the family drama, don’t worry we never have to come back…

Why the fuck did jet not grab the other gun?!

Me: unfazed at Elliot body slamming a teenager.

Bell: *casually* “I’m shot”

Me: ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING IF WE FUCKING LOSE HER I WILL ACTUALLY RIOT.

(BUT ALSO MAY WE STEP BACK TO 8 LINES EARLIER WHERE I WAS YELLING ABOUT THEM NOT HAVING VESTS ON?!)

I knew this other captain was going to be coming more into play, but im pissed its cause bell’s out with a gunshot wound.

Christ.

Okay well, another week and OC is continuing it’s reign as superior of the three!

Some pics for context/hilarity

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime

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swagglessmoth · 2 months

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Fic rant

I gotta be honest guys, I don’t have much hope for things to get better 😔

Like, I really want team Minato to stop Kakashi before he goes off the deep end. But ohh, that’s just not gonna happen is it 😭

What really cemented this were these lines from chapter 4

OBITO WDYM BY THAT

I understand regretting meeting Sukea, bc that’s pretty much one of the primary things that made him spiral. BUT «The future enemy of the world» WHAT. WAS HE NOT GONNA CHANGE THAT END-OF-THE-WORLD THING WITH KAGUYA?? WHEN IS HE GETTING RID OF HER 😭

Kakashi, boy, I know you like this whole thing of following Obito’s script, BUT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY CHANGE THINGS ☠️

And he HAS changed a lot, which made me forget that he still plans to go after the jinchuriki ☠️ LIKE, WTF IS HE TRYING TO DO?? “Oh yeah, I’ve been controlling everything behind the scenes this whole time 😈😈 I reformed and entire country and now they’re extremely happy, jk loll I’ve been evil the entire time! I stopped a clan’s genocide, it doesn’t help in my plan at all, but hey I’m so evil. Haha stop me haha”

And yeah; I know he’s not gonna tell anyone that he’s from the future, or what could’ve happened if he hadn’t been there, bc he’s trying to go the ‘I’m the big bad ooo’ route. But pls I need other characters to find out he’s from the future PLS 🙏 at least if they saw how the other world turned out, we could reach an understanding.

I really have no idea how the switch-up’s gonna go. Is he doing all this in Kiri so that people are indebted to him and follow his plans blindly? How will he handle the Akatsuki, now that the ame trio has relatively friendly relations with team minato? What about the other members?? I know once he reveals how much he’s been controlling shit and that he has two stolen sharingan, people will be jumping to kill him, no question. Not to mention the jinchuriki stuff and how much it’s gonna rile up all the villages. I know he can, and will, pull it off, but it just feels like he has too much on his hands. The plan isn’t just getting the death penalty in all villages, he needs to actually unite them, or else the peace won’t last.

His plan is much more complicated than Obito’s. Bc instead of getting rid of all his obstacles (Minato, the Uchiha, the ame trio once they’ve fulfilled their role, etc.) he’s intentionally keeping them alive, so that in the end they go against him in the final battle .AND he still has to change the shinobi world while having everything and everyone under control. AND figure out what to actually do about Kaguya. He’s been doing all this ‘play’ for her, but will she be satisfied with just that?

Stuff’s gonna get COMPLICATED BRO. And there’s not even the possibility to be spared from all his crimes by helping fight against a greater evil, BC HE PLANS TO BE THAT GREATER EVIL ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Everyone’s just gonna conclude that he’s too dangerous to keep around and kill him, I know. But I’m too deep in denial at this point, I’m still hoping he magically gets a happy ending. Bc getting a second chance at life and fucking up all the same is a possibility too devastating to consider. AND I DONT EVEN WANNA THINK ABOUT THE OBKK OUGH. You can’t just go and give them a sad ending twice, pls RK7200 have mercy pls 🙏🙏

Idk how far in the timeline this fic’s gonna go, or if there’s gonna be some sort of time skip. But I guess the final battle will come around the same time as the Fourth war in canon. If that’s the case I’m putting all my bets on Naruto and Kushina (bc Hound saved her and she wants to know who did it) 🙏 save that man guys, I believe in you. Oof, Kakashi’s heart would break if he were to be talk no jutsued ❤️‍🩹

And to end this rant: I also hope that “enemy of the world” thing won’t be to the extent of og Obito’s. It just meaning ‘being a mayor threat to the shinobi world’, not being the cause for the end of the world, you know?

#rocks fall; scene end #<- you know it’s about this one again #there’s not really anything of substance here #just letting out all my thoughts on tumblr instead of the ao3 comments #it’s just that there I preffer commenting about the actual chapter #and not spilling my every though about the fic #I wrote this mainly for myself so I don’t go insane

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arcplaysgames · 1 year

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okay sorry, having a full time job leaves less time to mainline Persona than when I was full time depressed, but I played a good chunk and wow

Shout out to the localization team for knowing exactly what they are doing because I am personally thrilled to bits. I sure hope there is some, ahem, choice fic on the AO3 about Alice because goddamn.

Anyway, I am SUPER BAD at this game. Even on Easy, the controls just feel..... weird. When the game told me I'd unlocked a new combo, it did help me understand a bit that this is basically a fighting game with permanent hoard mode, but as someone who doesn't play fighting games, it's a steep learning curve.

Whatever, it's a big world, and there are AssCreed-style Prison Keeps that have to be taken over to progress the story.

The Core of every Prison Keep is an item emblematic of the Jail warden's power. For Alice, there's the first big magazine she made the cover of, her first designer dress, and her big CD. Ann is not thrilled with any of this, clearly seeing herself in Alice. It's easy to imagine that all of these Core items are things that Ann aspires to as well, and the reflection is clearly disheartening.

Again, this game makes the whole Inspirational Model thing work so much more than P5 original. I really feel for Ann here and I'm glad that rather than just a villain the cast isn't really connected to, there was effort here to make it feel more personal.

I really like the writing! It's good!

ONLY NINE? Oh well, I am going to read all of them anyway.

Anyway, after stealing all the Cores, Alice's Jail goes on high-alert and the team has to bail to consider their infiltration tactic.

AND THEN

BY GOD

A drunk dude tries to cause trouble with the Thieves on their way back to Sojiro's.

Hey it's Chaz! And oh. Oh we are putting on a whole show here.

looks at the camera

raises eyebrows

I cannot overexpress how much this fucking guy sounds like Mask-Off Adachi As Played By Troy Baker. Like, I was so fucking convinced the witch was back and this was Troy that I googled it and was LITERALLY SHOCKED to learn this is not actually a Troy Baker performance.

Whoever Tom Taylorson is, they are doing some WORK here.

Everyone is extremely cold towards Chaz the Cop and

I LITERALLY IRL CACKLED AT THIS. OH MY GOD HARU I LOVE YOU? Haru you're a gift.

Anyway Chaz-- I should call him Zenkichi if he's gonna be around for the whole game........

Anyway, Chaz is extremely upfront about shit. He is with PubSec. Everyone is looking at what's going on with these personality shifts and going

Which, admittedly, it totally does.

Chaz asks Reverie outright if they're involved. He says no, they're being framed.

Pardon my language, but the amount of cunt this man is serving with every fucking line of dialogue is staggering. Oh my god, I might be a little in love?

NOT A PERSONA GAME WITHOUT A DEAL TO FULFILL, here we go!

Chaz wants to work with Reverie and the Thieves. He knows this isn't their doing and if Reverie is arrested, the incidents will continue. So if they team up, Chaz will use his leverage to ensure Reverie avoids arrest.

oh my god this is my guy, y'all. I am being targeted like a sniper's sight and I am fine with it. I'm in.

hey Chaz do you wanna kiss?

awwwwwwww shit yeah, dad is on my side!

(Also iirc Sojiro's original job was some kind of liason between Wakaba's lab and the govt and he hates PubSec on principle, so this is great.)

puts a finger against Yusuke's mouth

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh let me have this one, Yusuke. I need it.

#p5s #persona liveblog

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nochi-quinn · 2 years

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legend of vox machina season 2 episode 8: echo tree OR more like incel tree amirite

sam is the "nice melons" npc bc of course he is

imagine the twins using their old tricks to duck the guards and it doesn't work bc that was over a decade ago

hello Elf Guard Matt

"we're his children" (derogatory)

"I've known many people with money and titles. They are definitely not worth you."

VELORA

the twins are not immune to velora and neither am I

"your father will be pleased to see you" I doubt that

"if you'd notified me you'd be gracing us with your presence" has this man never heard of an emergency

"if you've come for my money - or my goats - I don't have any!" wilhand

"real vestments!" I don't know why that's so adorable to me but here we are

"did you forget to eat??" eating is one of the three things grog actually knows how to do

"hi, pop-pop. I fucked up" me every time I call my parents

"what can syngorn do for you?" directed very specifically at percy, fuck everybody else

oh I just realized he's probably shitty about keyleth too, since she's also a half-elf

a second-generation half-elf, at that

my partner: does he not realize vax is wearing deathwalker's ward me: he doesn't care, that's human shit

"do you have any idea the burden your sudden arrival has caused my family?" I regret to inform you that this is in fact also your family

and now we know what role vex played in this emotional abuse hellpit

"you might just wanna avert your eyes" she literally confirmed that grog's dick didn't get acided off for him

if that's how scanlan 'works both ends' I am terribly sorry for any of his partners

it took me three watches to realize he's whistling Pull My Beads Of Love

percy spending that whole meeting trying desperately to figure out which House he could give to Vex without Cass shanking him

"what does 'fuck you' mean?" little pitchers have big ears

(didn't they on-purpose teach her the word 'shit' in the campaign)

if we get byroden flashbacks are they gonna be exu-compliant

"somehow I feel like it hurt me more" relationships! with! abusive! parents! are! complicated!

ew, tree gunk

he finally called her stubby, I can die happy

I knew where they were going as soon as he said "stimulation"

big "not a good enough reason to use the word 'penetrate'" energy

I enjoy Transition Frog

garmelie: don't submit to his voice vex, already extremely emotionally compromised: ✔✔

look, I don't claim to be a perfect parent, but I don't think I could look at something a child made for me with their own two tiny little hands and just casually break it in front of them

not even just my child. any child.

yeah, come to think of it, even vax doesn't Get It, bc he never wanted syldor's approval, or at least got over the want very quickly.

(fun fact, every time I type or say "syldor" I have to force myself not to say "isildur"

look at this. this is insane. I'm obsessed with this shot.

the feywild is using all of percy's black powder, he better hope victor survived.

I'm glad we got the "if I could pull the blood of him from my veins" line but it was so, so good when she was yelling it at her dad

vax now is not the time to ask keyleth to touch your butt

"dear broken vex'ahlia" if the word 'broken' is literally in your proposal there might be something fucked up about it mb

vex: my heart is someone else's percy: oh? do I know them?

incel tree saundor

"how do you fight a tree?" with a druid

I reluctantly admit him making the arrows out of his palm is pretty cool

I also love a good upside-down arrow shot

vex Jungle Sliding for her life

god I love keyleth so much

the way it springs open inside the stab wound is A+

mala: of course it survived, bc percy 100% expected her to stab a man with it

"he is who he's always been" "I know. and so am I." I am foaming at the mouth over this, at vex knowing she needs to work on parts of herself before she can actually confront her dad

there is SO MUCH nuance and middle ground between "still being actively abused" and "full no-contact" but it's more viscerally satisfying to show the Salt The Earth Behind You fight instead of the long, slow, painful work of attempting reconciliation

tl;dr reconciliation is a thing and I wish more stories used it even though it's complicated and subjective

"I usually hate the theater"

"how did that appear? how did tvs just appear? and really old tvs, based on the make and the year?"

this motherfucker

"he killed me with them" grog backstory GROG BACKSTORY

westruun is my favorite arc okay, I apologize for nothing

#crititag #lovmtag #critical role #the legend of vox machina #liveblog #reaction post #spoilers

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rocknrollsalad · 9 months

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🕺 A quick little thing for the steddie holiday drabbles sports au prompt

🎶 modern au, deaf!steve, background dancer!steve, rockstar!eddie they're both performing at an award show and Eddie decides to prove how great he is at flirting

🎸 content/trigger warnings: i can't think of anything, let me know if something needs adding though

🧏‍♂️ word count: 694

“I’ve been watching you all week,” Eddie said in the humble rehearsal space.

The guy stretching, alone, in the middle of the room stood up with a knitted brow and did that thing where he pins one arm to his chest with the other. A stretch that probably had some benefit but right now it gave the illusion of stretching as he stared down the man who decided to sound like a stalker as an opening line.

“Rehearse! I’ve been watching you rehearse all week! I’m in a band. We’re performing. I am supposed to be here.”

Still, the guy stood and stared. Switching arms but otherwise unmoving.

“Okay, shit. Lemme try again. You go back to stretching and I’ll come in like I’ve talked to other humans again?”

Nothing. Great. Eddie should have done some stretching, it was hard to have his foot this thoroughly in his mouth. His legs didn’t bend that well and noticing that this guy’s did landed him in this mess.

Eddie walked in a little circle, rather than going through the whole process of walking out of the room and back in.

“Hi there. I’m Eddie Munson, I play in Corroded Coffin. We are…selling out a little bit tonight and performing. The label says it’s gonna be great but I’m just here for the free booze. I saw you at the run-through yesterday and…shit, man. I don’t know how to save this. You’re hot. I’m into this whole…this whole thing.” Eddie motioned to the guy’s general area. If he was going to bomb, he’d make the biggest explosion possible.

The carnage was unreal. Local metalhead tries to flirt, one dead and over a hundred wounded. Dancer guy stretched his arms over his head and Eddie respectfully averted his gaze. Not before he caught the bit of midriff that the stretch exposed which was just reviving him to kill him again.

From there the guy rolled his neck and began some toe touches. Without the courtesy of turning around. Eddie appeared clueless but he wasn’t dumb. The lack of response was an answer all its own. Rejection was never easy but something about it not truly being there made it harder. And he'd find some guy at the after party tonight who'd be nothing more than a cheap stand-in for this guy but Eddie wasn't going to stand around here and continue to fail.

Eddie was almost to the door when a voice called out, “Hey, man.”

Turning around, half expecting a fight, Eddie looked at the dancer. Still in the middle of the room forcing Eddie to see his misery in the mirror behind the guy. His shorts were just too short, hands on his hips, and a devilish grin; the stuff of dreams. Leaving Eddie dumbfounded and nervous.

He pointed to his ear, “I can’t hear and I only caught about three words of what you said. But, uh, I figured I should put you out of your misery.”

“Mother fucker,” Eddie muttered, looking around for the camera crew that was going to spring out.

“Hey, I heard that.”

Eddie sucked in a breath to apologize. It stalled on his tongue as the words registered. “Oh! That’s the one you read successfully,” he muttered to no one.

Taking out his phone, Eddie was blessed with a chance to try again. A chance to not put his foot in his mouth. Though being messed with was oddly more of a turn on than watching him stretch. This guy watched him squirm and only let him off the hook at the last possible moment? He was perfectly Eddie's type. They were going to have fun.

In his notes app, Eddie typed, “I’m going to this stupid award show and need a date. You wanna cause some trouble with me?”

“I dunno, you going to keep watching me?” he asked out loud.

There was no way Eddie’s eyes didn’t turn to cartoon hearts. This guy was a pain in the ass and Eddie was walking on clouds. He nodded to a chair in the corner and Eddie did not have to be told twice. His band could rehearse without him.

#i stopped here before i wrote a whole 50k lol #hey everyone come see what i wrote now

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puppy-phum · 2 years

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10 Characters

tagged by the lovely @i-got-the-feels ♥ thank you a ton! am trying to keep this short (and not too serious so forget about cool character analysis for now sigh) bc tumblr crashed. or my old laptop crashed? when i started this the other night but i won’t be giving up so here goes.

(my love for my blorbos is overflowing so placing all of it under a cut to spare ppl who do not care! but please do know i care about all of your blorbos a ton ♥)

so tagging in return: @dimpledpran @i-am-just-a-kiddo @ashenlights @psychic-waffles @s1utspeare @talaypuens @laowen @snimeat @luna-lina @machikeita @eohachu ♥

Fah (Mek Jirakit) Sky in Your Heart

- if i had to pick a (fictional) doctor, this would be the guy ♥ - deserves care and understanding more than anything else, so happy prince is giving that to him (communication! my biggest kink!) - an overgrown puppy on the inside, fighter on the outside - will charm you, your mom, and the whole of your friend group. with one smile. - will be a brat about it

Puen (Jimmy Jitaraphol) Vice Versa

- living his missed childhood in the other universe as he should bc he deserves to be himself for a moment - actually the gentlest man alive - owner of the puppiest puppy eyes you've ever seen, pls don't tell him no - unhinged, horny, and absolutely insufferable. i’m obsessed. - loves taking care of others but is actually a baby ♥ (- jimmy my beloved, i adore thee)

Nam Seonho (Woo Dohwan) My Country: The New Age

- my poor little meow meow. pathetic. broken. doer of evil deeds yet forgiven and loved ♥ - looks absolutely fantastic tortured and wet. i apologize for saying this (not) - his smile is his greatest weapon, be glad he doesn't get to use it too often (which is to say: give him happiness or else) - i would go to war for him, guess me and hwi have something in common - i would also kill his father for him so. idk. hwi take good care of him or i will replace you?

Riku (VA: David Gallagher/Mamoru Miyano) Kingdom Hearts

- i know maybe 10% of his whole story but he's my blorbo by choice - the emo boy of my heart ♥ - cool hair my dude, glad it's smaller now - i cry every time he's on screen while i play kh3 bc he's just So Good - did i tell you he's a cliché emo boy antagonist(?) bc he totally is

Cha Siwon (Kang Eunbin) Blueming

- never will move on from his story arc and all that happened there - he just really gets it. he really gets how hard it is to be loved in the wrong ways, in the ways you cannot enjoy, and then trying to accept the right ways, the ways you can enjoy ♥ - one of the best bl characters i've ever had the pleasure of watching - no one is allowed to hurt him - cradle him and tell him he's good the way he is, i beg

Bai Choufei (Liu Yuning) Heroes

- i have never ever before been this angry for a fictional character - like yeah i know he's The Worst but he deserved better (from the writers) and i will fight about that - he loves wang xiaoshi so much it's making me want to howl - the prettiest ♥ like pls if evil why so sexy - catch me talking about his final "it hurts" line even when am 80yo and in a retirement home, that shit hurted (- liu yuning the man that you are ;; ♥)

Tin (Tae Darvid) Triage

- now i feel bad about picking fah as my doctor guy bc tin's here too but ER is different i swear - the character development for him? phenomenal - someone who loves cats cannot be a bad guy - goofiest and the most endearing smile, i love he ♥ - his willpower so strong i bet it would've brought him back from the dead even without tol

Kan (Neo Trai) The Eclipse

- there are parts of me in this boy and i hate staring into the mirror every friday - but at the same time all i wanna do is pick him apart bc he's Me - if i could collect his smiles into a jar and keep that for the dark days of winter i would - he is so soft it's driving me insane ;; like who hurt you, i will fight them - never thought i'd love a neo character like this, yet here we are ♥

Five (Aidan Gallagher) The Umbrella Academy

- my fave 15yo grandpa, an absolute icon for us old souls - the best humor ♥ - so young, so old, so tired of this bullshit we call life. why must we remain - the oldest brother yet gets zero respect in that household - i actually adore how smart he is yet he's also just So Dumb (but does this family even own a braincell? questions for the universe)

Theo (Book Kasidet) Enchanté

- when we ignore the ending of this show, he truly is my beloved ♥ - theo losing his faith to love hit me like a truck. i never recovered. - i am so happy he got his own love tho, happiness looks so good on him ♥ (and so does marriage! thank you vv for that ;; new forcebook series when????) - the maker of chaos, the doer of tiny evils. cat behavior i'd say - his closet is to die for

thank you once more for tagging me and thank you for reading! let's see again, maybe next year, with yet another random assortment of characters :'D

#tag game #thank you i had a ton of fun ♥#god i was so nervous about my laptop dying again #but we did it!! go team #also i picked blorbos i haven't talked about yet #so trust me i still love the guys i had #in my pride month edit #but there have been so many new ones too ♥

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idaclarke · 2 years

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ic task 004: interrogations

maybe she shouldn’t have done that line of coke in her bathroom before walking over to the faculty building for this ‘interview’, but what did she have to lose? not much it seemed. time and time again ida had been able to smile and wiggle herself out of tough positions, and today was no different.

“could i possibly have a cup of water? i forgot my water bottle and i am parched.” ida laughed as she looked over at the agents who led her inside the room. “certainly, just one moment.” one nodded, before stepping into the hallway. she settled into the seat, crossed her legs, and gave a bright smile to the agents left. “i’m ida by the way.” they give her blank stares. until the one guy moves, first pointing at himself “agent brown.” he states and then points the pen at the woman to his left. “agent murray.” and then turns to the door where the very handsome man is returning, a cup in hand. what were the ethics of sleeping with an fbi agent? “and that’s agent choi.” he smiles, sliding the cup toward ida before taking a seat, leaning into his chair in such a causal yet assured way. it was hot.

“so ida, how’s it going? you’re a…” choi looks down at his notebook, “senior right? so almost graduating? what’s next for you?” ida cocks her head to the side as she thinks. do they all have notes on the students? keeping track of them for a case?

she should have a lawyer here. but she sure as shit can’t afford one. maybe she should have seen if she could have borrowed someone’s family lawyer for the time being.

“yes sir that’s right, in my senior year, tryin’ to fight off that senioritis.” she laughs, but is met with only still silence. tough crowd. “but i’m applyin’ to graduate and phd programs. apparently i actually do like school.” they only nodded, with brown clasping his hands together as he watched ida. “school’s a good thing to like.” he mumbled.

“so ida, can you tell us about your time capsule video? your clip kicked off that whole leaked tape. wanna give us some context?” choi asked easily, smoothly, as if it was nothing. as if the leak wasn’t a total violation of privacy.

and as if the leaked part of her video was the most interesting part. which was what annoyed her the most. it didn’t even make her seem fun. “well, what can i say?” she shrugged, leaning back into the chair. these were far more comfortable than the metal ones during the last interrogation. “this place ain’t always your friend.” they gave her a quizzical look. “can you elaborate on that?”

she sighed, people didn’t just get it did they? “look, i’m from a small town in eastern tennessee. i grew up on a farm, it’s a miracle my parents had more than one child go to college. institutions like these? ain’t always kind or meant for people like me. and there’s actually a lot of students here like that. but it goes ignored. and really…” she pointed her finger, now on a roll. “institutions like ogden, don’t wanna be anybodies friend. these institutions are built to uplift the already rich and privileged, pour money back into their own pockets, and have a miracle student every now and then so they can pretend like they do a good job. so no, this place ain’t your friend. but that don’t mean you can’t make the most of it. which is what my entire video was about.”

there was another pause of silence as one of them scribbled away, and brown just looked at her. maybe it was confusion, but she thought she saw some admiration in his gaze. “sounds like you’ve got some strong feelings there ida.” he finally noted. “it runs in my family.”

“speaking of the time capsule, were you aware that greer morrison submitted a video at the end of last year?” brown glanced back at his notes.

“now agent brown…why would i know that?” she looked at him quizzically, meeting his stare. “i honestly didn’t know nobody was submittin’ anythin’. i thought i might just be the only one doin’ it so…it was a bit of a surprise.” that was the truth, a shock across campus it seemed. ida hadn’t been immune to that. and the little threat against her boyfriend…it was an interesting twist. ida liked it. but she wasn’t going to admit that much.

“so…had greer brought up breaking up with her boyfriend before? or anything like she mentioned in the video?” he carried on, barely giving ida the attention she deserved.

“not to me. we weren’t best friends or anything. maybe she told some strangers in a bar? you know like you do when you’re contemplating somethin’, spillin’ all your secrets to a stranger so that they can’t actually get back to you. but no, greer didn’t tell me anythin’, sorry i’m not much help.” there wasn’t much response, and ida leaned forward. “is that what you do ida? spill your secrets to strangers? what kind of secrets do you have?” agent brown continued, eyebrow quirking at her.

“i mean, have you ever met drunk women in a bathroom? it’s all ‘break up with your boyfriend’, and ‘should i quit my job?” and ‘i think my boyfriend is a cheatin’ sonofabitch’. those kinda things officers - agents.” she corrected herself with a nod, clasping her hands together. “and i don’t got any secrets agent brown. my momma taught me better than that. i’m a good christian woman.” brown just shook his head, hiding a chuckle. “yea, okay there.” briefly she narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her legs now and leaning back into the chair.

“on the subject of secrets, were you aware of anything regarding the naive newcomer and steroids?”

“holy shit? he was usin’ steroids?” her jaw dropped, in actual disbelief. this was definitely a ripple in the water cause damn, she hadn’t seen that coming. but should she actually be surprised? considering where she was? shit people did that stuff at home because they had nothin’ better to do. and here? the money and pressure was insurmountable. no worries.

“so did you know anything?”

“no, nothin’, kinda wish i did though. makes life more excitin’.” the last part slipped out and she shrugged, the coke definitely lifting her spirits now. it didn’t matter right? she’d get out of this scotch-free.

“mhm…alright then.” brown just nodded, glancing over at the other agents as they jotted some things down. that had to be good right? “some other students have brought up your relationship with greer, why do you think they thought it was relevant?”

now this was interesting. ida made sure to glance upwards as she thought, biting her bottom lip. why would it be relevant? “honestly, i don’t know.” not that it really mattered to people, or others, what her relationship with greer had been like. no one actually knew the truth. “i don’t know why they would have thought it was relevant. we were friends her freshman year, my sophomore year, but it fizzled out as things go. we had some other friends in common too, so we weren’t totally isolated from each other. there’s not much more to add there.”

another scribble into the notepad and ida shifted yet again in her seat. she was getting antsy now. “were you aware of greer planning to visit portugal this summer?”

“and she couldn’t have packed me with her?” ida gave a small laugh that was met with silence. so she cleared her throat and nodded, straightening up. “no, i didn’t. but her goin’, me not knowin’, neither is very surprisin’ ain’t it?” her pointer finger flicked back and forth to emphasize her point. choi just nodded, but offered not much more to comment. which was disappointing to ida.

“do you have any reason to believe that the golden girl would want to leave ogden college?” brown jutted in again, pulling her attention back to him.

of course there was reasons. and ida was happy for it. ogden was better for it. “i mean…can you imagine the kinda pressure she was under? she’s a morrison, her name means somethin’. people looked to her for guidance, for friendship, out of jealousy. all of that hog shit sorta thing. wouldn’t you wanna break from this?” she waved her hand her hand, looking between choi and brown seriously. “not sayin’ that’s why she’s gone. but bein’ a young woman ain’t easy. not like you two would have any idea.” she nodded her head, turning to meet the woman’s eyes with an easy smile. once again she was met with stares and silence. fine, they definitely aren’t as easy to please as her hometown cops.

“right, thanks for the ida. one last question and then you’re free.” brown spoke again, leaning back in his chair to look over at her, studying her. she met his gaze with a raised eyebrow and small smirk. “fire away agent.”

“is there anything you know you’re not sharing with us?”

“absolutely not.” she answered a little too quickly, placing a hand on her chest in feign offense. “i respect the work y’all do, and i worry about greer. i want to give you all,” her eyes panned across the agents faces, “the information you may need, and to help you in any way that i can.” her eyes settled back on choi, and then to brown as she spoke.

“that’ll do, thank you for coming in ida, and good luck on your finals.” brown nodded, moving to stand up and indicated for her to do the same. she grabbed her cup of water with a smile. “thank y’all! we’re glad you’re here!” she lied, before sauntering out of the door and down the hallway, wondering exactly what greer was up to, and what the agents had on everyone. and how could she find the same notoriety?

#ogdentask #ictask004 #drug use tw #drug mention tw #ida is a mess tho she pretends not be if you cannot tell

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omg Interrupted?? kaiser and sae?? im actually happy to see some kaiser cuz i feel like i never see a lot of him 😭 his character is intriguing ngll

but u know i went straight to saee. i can totally see him just pulling up the silent treatment when something doesn’t go his way 😭 his eyes so pretty tho i wouldn’t even mind the glares. i loved reading their reactions since neither of them have probably ever actually been degraded?? they in their own world doing whatever they want but reader didn’t take their shiit. i ate it all thank you for the meal

-💜

OMG??? YOUR NEW WORK??? i'm speechless, IT WAS SO GOOD 😭😭 i enjoyed reading it a lot (especially michael's part hehe)the reader being the dom one this time sparked something in me 😟– 🌷

Maam. MAAM??? MY DEAR MADAM. INTERRUPTED??? I am. In shambles. Absolutely. Demolished. Broken. Fhhhhhooooo that fic made me realize quite a few things abt myself. Like. “fun” stuff wise. 👀👀 A whole new door just opened for me in the realm of reading fanfics. 😮‍💨😮‍💨 You really outdid yourself with this one seriously. And I hadn’t read a Kaiser fic before this one but I’ve heard a lot abt him and read a lot of hcs and just know general stuff abt him and suffice to say you did a great job with his part. Seriously tho. That fic? 🤌❤️✨ Mwuh. It was amazing. I cant wait for the next part!! - ✨ anon

Thank yuu Lav, tulip and Starry ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა I'm glad you liked my work. Honestly? the drive behind this idea was from don't bully me nagatoro and a bit of the scenes of boys over flowers as well as the days i got bullied as a child but we won't talk abt that

and the line "Men have to be dominated." i am not sorry and i will repeat it again. men need to be pegged

Reader did not take their shit (and i'm turning everyone into a dom here). But i'm really glad you guys enjoyed the fic, it was the first time i wrote for blue lock with a dominant fem! reader and since it was so well received i plan on writing more.

For Lav : *sigh* where do i even start with Sae. I know for a fact that when things don't go his way, he will try his best to force it. It's the only thing he knows... until you reverse the tables on him. If you're feisty, he'll treat you like a brat. and if you are serious about it catching him his wrists and pinning him down (weight doesn't matter here. he is gonna be surprised and fall back). Dirty talk to him and tease him. He will put up a fight but at the end of the day, he is nothing but a brat himself ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ and you're the brat tamer

For Tulip : good. the boys need to be dominated ( •̀ - •́ ). and especially kaiser since he came new on my blog (poor king got dommed). I saw Art's (my bff) camera on my desk - and yk how that panned out as an idea. and there is more that's coming cause honestly... if i had to put my personality in one line : not submissive. I write subby themes, sure but i also write dominant content. and there is only so long that i can hold out for before giving into my... thots and writing this. more kaiser content is coming - with a new edition to 'your words, my hurt.' bring in the sadness and reconciliation

For Starry : I see thou hath awakened. (ง'̀-'́)ง and i will happily take responsibility for that spare no man

And i'm glad you liked Kaiser. It was my first time writing him and it was also the time he got dominated. And i have news- i'm writing 'your words, my hurt' for Bachira and Kaiser- but i'm really glad you enjoyed the fic and starry, i still have your first message in my inbox hanging. I'm gonna take time in responding while eating breakfast or something cause i wanna take my time, savor sentences and answer it as well - i promise i'm not ignoring you lovely ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

As for interrupted, i'm deciding to sleep on it. Like let it be on my blog for now and not do anything abt it. Cause a lot of people liked it- instead i'll be focusing more on the half written wips i've got which includes a total of everything you can imagine and now that Christmas is near; i'm working on a new rin fic that i wanted to release for the holidays, fluffy things and then some.

Hope you guys like this one (esp rin's cause i've been thinking abt this for 2 months now and i can't get over the idea of it - tb to the time with me in bed with my tea and being sick - remember that phase?)

#Belle. ☏#.lost sheep : 💜 anon #.lost sheep : 🌷 anon #.lost sheep : ✨ anon

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RWTC 2

Time for the sequel! My volume 1 post did great, a grandiose 3 notes. I can already smell the internet fame. Clearly, the fans want what I have to offer (That being: incredibly random thoughts and my always correct opinions), and I am here to give it to them.

Anyways when we last left off: We'd just stopped a grand robbery of dust in the docks! Well, Penny did most of the work, but it's the thought that counts. The ending was kind of abrupt! What wonders will V2 have to offer? How much of a mess will it make of things? I wonder!

Ep 1: We start the volume and the first thing Mercury does is… flirt? The way the line is read is so fucking awkward tho, lmao. I know the tukson scene was meant to be tense and menacing but, and I know I said I wouldn't do this much, but it's important here: The voice acting doesn't really sell the scene. It's not laughably awful or anything, it's just not very strong. Wow, Blake and Yang actually get an interaction where Blake actively replies to her! How wonderful. Thank you Ruby, that IS the current circumstances in which you find yourselves! The audience appreciates you for the explanation. Wow Neptune look at you I'm sure you'll be a super important character moving forward, relevant, always in the depths of the plot. No comments about the food fight. 10/10. Still my favourite secene from RWBY. Now Glynda I understand your frustration but everyone else ran away, these eight stuck to the food fight and wrecked each other's shit, I'd be impressed if I was the teacher of a combat school. I love Roman. He's a little shit. I'd bash his head in if I could, but that's why I love him. He's underutilized but his VA is clearly having a lot of fun and it seeps into the character. Do you think cinder uses her powers to make her eyes glow for effect at all times or only when she's tryning to be menacing?

On the Bees: Wow look an interaction! Clearly this has convinced me the writers had planned for it all along.

Ep 2: I do like Ironwood's always had that subtle tension to him. He's a man with good intentions but too much goddamn power for his own good. Leaving aside te absolute stupidity of a 'semblance' they gave him which was of course never mentioned in the show because it makes no goddamn sense. This is a general complaint I have, not only with RWBY but with pretty much all shows I've ever watched: JUST USE REAL BOARD GAMES. PLEASE. CALL THEM SOMETHING ELSE BUT MAKE THEM THINGS THAT ALREADY FUCKING EXIST. The only person I've ever seen who makes 'fake board/card games' funny is ProZD and dude literally makes a living out of playing and reviewing those. Anyways that's a me thing, otherwise it's a fine scene. Better than fine, really, because WHITE ROSE BABEEE THAT'S 2 EPISODES IN A ROW WHERE THEY'VE HELD EACH OTHER LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO "But Neptun-" Nepwho? Ah, blue haired guy. Right. He exists. Aight I'll just say my piece here because I don't wanna be saying the same through the whole volume: The whole Weiss/Neptune thing is just horribly heterosexual people writting terrible heterosexuality. Neptune's entire personality is being heterosexual. Literally. If a gay character acted the same as him, he'd be criticized for having 'gay' be his personality, or he'd be considered a token gay, or smth. Seen it a million times. Comes out of nowhere, any time Weiss does or say anything involving Neptune I wanna unalive myself, the two have the chemistry of water, and I consider this fanbase got off lucky that Neptune ended up being only a plot device to get Jaune to move along his own arc. So yeah any time anything happens with Neptune, unless I state otherwise, assume I'm vomiting loudly. … Honestly Blake and Weiss are kinda shippable here. 'Nooo blake why won't you talk to me- I mean us you promised' gay ass. Anyways while I understand Ruby and Yang going with the stupid plan and Blake has personal reasons for it… It does feel a bit OOC for Weiss to agree because, well, she's fucking right. These four are just students and they only managed to deal with Roman and the White Fang last time because Penny came in clutch. They're fucked if they do this alone. How… old is cinder? I'd say she couldn't pass herself for a student due to credentials but we know salem has Lionhart by the balls so… ???

On the Bees: Weiss and Blake had a nice moment.

Ep 3: You know, I never understood what Jaune saw in Weiss. Like, ok, she's probably cute at first sight. But she's fucking insufferable otherwise. Her team can deal with her but I'd fucking despise her v1-3 self if I went to the same school as her. I prefer the other outfits tbh. Where… Where was Sun hanging from? He was like, some ways away from the window, but there was nothing there to hang to. I guess his semblance could help but would he really- Yeah he would. Ruby here know's what's up and she wants none of it. NONE. It may look like Ruby is making fun of Weiss, but she doesn't understand that's just flirting. But her heart pulls her two ways, OH NO. By the end of this story, she must choose- Well, no, not really, since one of the options is literally twice dead. (yes I ship Nuts n' Dolts too, sue me) Weird that Weiss didn't ask to see Winter when the woman said she was around, given that later it seems like she'd give an arm and a leg to speak to her. Ok, the reveal that Penny is a robot rings a bit… hollow, since, uh, we already knew that. Her back literally opens into blades, the weird thing really is Ruby not knowing.

On the Bees: Nuts.

Ep 4: OOOOH that's why it's called Nuts n Dolts, innit. Normally I'd say the Ruby/Penny friendship feels forced, but this is probably the only two people in this show where something like this works. Penny has no real frame of reference for friendship and Ruby is just like that. Once again Blake and Sun out here exploring Blake's past together, nothing narratively important going on! Roman is so charismatic. Honestly I'd like to pound his- Oh hi Neo didn't see you there. Ok, see what I mean with "Adam could've made the jump"? Look at Blake and Sun here. Jumping gaps way larger here. I guess he was too stunned for too long or smth idk. Cool fight scene. Gonna be honest, I fucking hate that the fandom took these combo attacks for ship names. Like the concept is cool and all but at least back in the day following ship discourse could be so fucking annoying. Anyways here we have our first canonical explanation of how Yang's semblance works. "With each hit she gets stronger, and she uses that energy to fight back". Which implies she needs to take the damage to get a boost, something something equivalent exchange, but it wasn't something that was happening first volume. Unless we count 'getting a hair cut' to be taking a hit. That being said, I still wonder what's stopping her from, idk, hitting herself or asking someone else to hit her before a battle (assuming she can predict a battle is coming, ofc) to at least have some energy stored up in a safe environment instead of having to risk tanking hits from her enemies. Never quite understood how Neo's semblance works. It's illusions but they leave behind a physical glass form. But how exactly does it make her vanish? In most cases it doesn't feel like she's creating a flat screen surface but just a second body and… teleporting away. Feels like Blake's semblance but more overpowered, but also she can make anything out of it as shown later… Ah, whatever, I don't think the writers think about it too hard, making sense of it is impossible.

On the Bees: Well, they had their ship name called out.

Ep 5: While I love Pyrrha winning against team Cardinal, I have to wonder… why was she even fighting all four? Were the teachers like "Cardin your team is so shit all four of you against Pyrrha seems fair, go fight" or what. See what I mean? Mercury clearly thinks of his discovery of Pyrrha's semblance as something interesting, but Ozpin himself says they make extensive tests to the people entering Beacon. Even if semblances aren't a matter of 'public' record, Cinder later gets into the systems, so couldn't she just have just… checked then? I understand the 'blake needs to relax' bit but also, trying to force her into the dance? Sun clearly has a crush on her so him asking makes sense but the rest of team RWBY probably should've been more like "you need to fucking sleep" rather than trying to get her into a dance. I really like Pyrrha and I am really sad the crux of her character is "crush on Jaune." She has a lot of interesting shit to explore WHY IS THIS HER FOCUS. Like it's RIGHT THERE. A girl prodigy with an amazing semblance that everyone places on a pedestal. But instead of being about her it's about fucking Jaune.

On the Bees: Well Weiss continues to be the one pressing Blake to be more open. Is their ship name Checkmate? No, doesn't sound right. Uh… Black and White? No. Grey… Monochrome? That one sounds familiar. May be it (Yes, I wrote this as I thought about it. No. I'm not cutting it down). Anyways whatever the ship name is, so far I kinda dig it more than bumblebee. It's amazing really.

Ep 6: Here it is bois the big chapter for bumblebee oh boi let's gooooo Aight Yang attracting Blake with a laser is pretty hilarious. The Jaune/Ren moment did make me chuckle too. Comedy seems to be on point (for my tastes) this episode. Nora/Ren not being 'together together' is a point they make many times and I only ask… why? Nora isn't subtle about her crush on Ren. I guess Ren is quiet and timid but it's clear- Hey wait why is their ship name 'renora'. Don't they get a combo name? I know I complain about them but like. Feels unfair anyways. Other ships involving them get the stupid combo names. Why not them? What was I saying? Oh right it's clear they have a thing going on and like, they've known each other all their lives. This isn't made a point of until like, 7 volumes in. Eh, idk. Honestly, very impressive Pyrrha can just walk and talk normally with that knife—well, more of a fucking sword—on her back. Bla bla Bees conversation comments at the end let's move on. Oh hey that's Qrow's emblem isn't it? Who designs the emblems anyways. The owners of them? Some are unique, some are inherited. They're kinda like Cutie Marks tbh. Jaune offering a White Rose to Weiss, clearly a reference to THE BEST SHIP. MAYBE 2ND BEST SHIP IDK I'M TORN HERE. ENDGAME CONFIRMED BOIS. Blake's first dance is asked for but she still goes to the dance explicitly with Sun. Of course that is meaningless, nothing here ever built them up to have a thing and it is clear Blake never had absolutely any interest in him whatsoever. Anyways look at those background characters. All heterosexual, not a single w/w m/m pairing dancing, other than the 5 seconds of Blake and Yang. The pinnacle of queer representation right here, folks! Ozpin is a little lying shit but I guess experience does let him give good advice.

On the Bees: Ok. I want you to understand something. This? This is the F I R S T time Blake and Yang have a long, one to one conversation. In the show. Volume and a half in. They're not only teammates, they're partners. Ruby and Yang had a couple of conversations. Weiss and Ruby have had many. Even Ruby and Blake, famously interacting very little, had that conversation about books and fairy tales when first meeting. I don't care about the fact that they've spent months together at this time. That's not the point. The point is this conversation? It's the first actually shippable moment between them. Anything prior is /nothing/. You couldn't fucking write a developing relationship out of them with the interactions they've had before this point. From here on out at least there's a base to work with. That established, it's not the best base. Blake isn't her 'usual self' here. She's exhausted and in a terrible mood. The scene is mostly taken over by Yang's backstory. The conversation is Yang trying to make a point. It's a good conversation, and it finally establishes an interaction between them that doesn't feel loose. It's just a conversation I think would've been far more effective if we'd first seen them have more interactions under normal circumstances. Yang does wink at Blake and 'saves her first dance'. I believe this is the only time in this show where she's flirtatious towards a girl. Wonder why they didn't go togehter to the dance, instead of, well, I already said it above.

Ep 7: What was Jaune gonna do here? Beat up Neptune? Don't get me wrong I find him vomitive, as stated before, but the guy doesn't really deserve a beating for not agreeing to a dance, you know? Or was he heading towards Weiss? Kind of unclear, but he did look kinda angry so I assume he was going after Neptune. Like I get Pyrrha being drawn to Jaune for his ignorance of her and I do think that now it makes some sense she may be into him but I still don't buy how into Jaune she originally was. I do like this conversation between Pyrrha and Jaune, though. And, despite everything, this may be the only moment with Neptune that's genuinely funny. The 'I can't dance' part I mean. Usual applies to everything else. Nora and Ren are dancing, and Blake and Sun are… /still/ dancing? I can only assume they took a break, or they just really like dancing. Still not a single background gay! Dress moment is another Top 10 scenes of the show tbh. Throwaway gag turned funny/wholesome moment. Normally I'd call out the synchronized dance but these are hunters I can assume they have the reflexes to pull it off… assuming Jaune leads, anyways. Ah, yes, the legendary terrible running across rooftops scene. Here it is. It's legendary and terrible and funny. For real though I think I've seen worse animation moments before. I think it's just that this one likes like 5 whole ass seconds and gets full focus. Really? Karate chop? I know it's probably for the memes but girl, you can summon crystal blades at a distance. I reckon using those would be more effective. So… who picks the lockers and brings them back to the school after they hit, anyways? Is tehre a fine related to misuse of the feature? It can't be cheap, between reparations to the ground of wherever the locker hits, the damage to the locker itself, and the fuel used to launch it. RWBY giving pursuit and not immediately throwing away the shoes is the most unbelievable thing that has happened yet in this show. I… what? I don't understand teh architecture here. Did Cinder run all the way back to beacon? is the tower connected to beacon? That cut was real strange. Still no background gays! No but guys RT was really forward thinking they were totally queer-minded and had planned bumblebee from the beginning, clearly caring about rep and all that! They just coudln't be bothered to spend a single minute making two men or two women dance.

On the Bees: WAIT IT'S CALLED BUMBLEBY? NOT BUMBLEBEE? WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME, I MUST HAVE LOOKED STUPID! I'm gonna keep calling it bumblebee, idgaf. anyways I think this may be the only time we see Jaune's knees? I'll keep you posted.

Ep 8: APOLLO JUSTICE TRILOGY WAS CRACKED! I WAITED FOR SO LONG!!!! What has that to do with RWBY? Uh, nothing. What was I doing? Oh right rewatching. Anyways- Never fully understood why Ruby wouldn't go to Ozpin about the info before. Sure they were breaking rules but sis this is a lot bigger than you four. The dog. Right. Forgot he existed. I will forget it again. How… how does war work in Remnant, anyways? If you take to a battlefield, Grimm would eventually overrun both forces. It'd be a three-way fight constantly. You'd think kingdoms in general wouldn't ever bother with war. Right? Ozpin giving the job to RWBY instead of a more experienced team could be considered as the reason it all fell apart really.

On the bees: I actually just finished ep 10 and thought this chapter's notes looked weird and that's cuz this episode had literally nothing despite ample chance and I forgot to add this section.

Ep 9: I like Ooblek or however that's written. He's never relevant again aftert his arc but this is how you make secondary characters memorable. "By giving them a gimmick?" Yes! That's actually exactly how you do it! Ace Attorney is an expert at this! Still don't like the dog. Also no huntsman we've ever seen has a dog, right? Weird. See, this seems to imply the Goliaths here are like, the same as Beowulfs or whatever that just lived that long. but… This is later retconned. As far as we know, Salem just creates whatever the hell she needs, and Grimm don't change forms over time. It does appear like they gain more armor over time… sometimes anyways. Like, they probably do grow within a single 'species', but these goliaths aren't any different than the newborns we see later. I also do like Ooblek's motivation. That is a valid reason to be a teacher in this shitty nonsensical world.

On the bees: They, uh. Talk. For like one minute. Weiss is also there.

Ep 10: I appreciate this conversation but here's the thing: Blake speaking of her semblance this way implies they're aware semblances are, well, tied to their characters. This isn't necessarily a problem, if maybe a bit on the nose, but then… wouldn't it also imply everyone should consider what their semblance means? What does Sun's semblance say about himself? That he's always willing to lend a hand? What about, idk, Pyrrha? How does metalbending (And yes, it's metalbending, not polarity, she makes shit levitate not just attract or repel from herself) tie to her personality? Is it just a reflection of her prodigious skill? You'd think it was the other way around. Yang's is obvious (She prefers rolling with the blows), Weiss's too (it's a hereditary semblance), and Ruby's… well, depending on whether we consider the V7/8 development a retcon or not it could change meaning, but let's say it's meant to represent how she's always rushing ahead. So, this being said, woudln't character development change one's semblance? It would be interesting, in fact. Maybe Ruby's semblance wasn't always what it later is, but her experiences changed it. Maybe the inconsistency in Yang's semblance is a reflection of this. I know I'm thinking too hard and nobody ever thought about it, but it's sort of a Jojo's stands situation. In Jojo, your stand is a manifestation of your soul and can develop alongside you. Ruby, girl, NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY. Ruby, girl, you have SUPER SPEED. HOW HAVE YOU NOT TRAINED YOURSELF TO ACTIVATE IT WHEN SHIT LIKE THAT HAPPENS TO YOU. Ruby, girl: you. have. SUPER. SPEED. RUN AWAY. I know he says he's stupid but he really kind of is. Wouldn't 'underground city' be the first place you look at when looking for crime organizations?

On the Bees: Uh… yang calls out to Blake first? Sure, let's go with that.

Ep 11: RUBY GIRL YOU HAVE S U P E R S P E E D RUN AWAY FUCKING HELL YOU'RE NOT EVEN TIED YOU JUST WOKE UP SO YOU CAN'T BE SPENT Jesus, FUCKING FINALLY WHY EVEN TRY TO FIGHT IF YOU'RE THIS USELESS. Which makes no sense, tbw. Crescent Rose, even if it was built with ultralight metals, would still require strenght to use just based on the recoil those shots have and the balance of the whole thing. Ruby should pack a punch. Anyways giving your MC super speed in any capacity is a problem because of shit like this. Superspeed is the most powerful of the 'basic' superpowers (That is: Strenght, Flight, Speed and Endurance. Most stories with superpowers include these 4 in some capacity and speed tends to be the most limited one). I like the bombs moment. It's pretty funny. See what I mean? Ruby shooting herself like that means her arms must take the recoil! Even if we take Aura into account this girl should be at least decently strong. I… could do without the dog moment. Like… it's just more offputting than anything else. Ooblek does take another paladin by himself, which is nice to see, in the 'oh yeah he's a step above the MCs' way. Why does Weiss suddenly give Blake the dust bullets? Why not before? Why not… idk, talk to her about it? Why even make them? Did Weiss ask for them? If so, again, why not give them to her before? I mean I know the answer is probably 'Monty fight scene had this thing and writers had to scramble to fill in the gap' but still. Why does Yang have that moment with Neo? They've only had that one 'interaction' which wasn't particularly personal before. See? The WF leader(?) here makes some sense. We know the Schnees have beef with the Faunus and the White Fang (That being, they're slaver pieces of shit and all that). And, uh, Blake against Roman is… I get what they're going for, but… Idk, I feel Ruby and Roman would've felt more natural. Given they do have that in V3 so I'll let it pass. Man, I love Roman so much. Have I said that before? The biggest crime in early RWBY is not giving him enough screentime, really. I love the theory that he doesn't even have Aura unlocked, since he's clearly not the best fighter out there, man's just very skilled at doing his job. Which doesn't often involve fighting wannabe hunter teenagers. It's why he's basically knocked out after so few blows. Weiss should do the 'haste' glyph thing a lot more often really. Action economy, girl! Everyone knows it's the key to win! I wish Neo had more of a… thing. Like, in general. Her fight against Yang is great, but how the hell did she get that skilled? Why's she working for Roman? Why does she care for Roman so much that she later becomes obsessed with killing Ruby so hard that when she thinks she's done she loses all purpose in life? Not really sure how to feel abotu Raven here. At least we got the Yang backstory to even explain there's something going on there but it feels so… random. And why is Neo so scared? What does she know? Why would she know it? SHE HAS NO BACKSTORY And THIS is why you want your general population with their fucking Aura unlocked!

On the Bees: Man the second Dual Destinies turnabout is kind of a chore so far. Like, I figured pretty much everything by the middle of the first day and I still got another day of investigation and trial to go through? I think the case could be improved considerably by just not showing the face of the killer. I know it's ace attorney tradition to show you the first couple of killers, but still. I like Simon well enough I guess. What happened to Gavin? I don't remember him being fired at the end of AJ.

Ep 12: Jaune taking command, nice. Was that foreshadowing for Ren's backstory? Honestly, not a huge fan of this fight. It's supposed to be super big in scale but I guess the budget didn't allow it? It also feels like it kinda lacks momentum. Also didn't we just spend like 3 episodes exploring Ruby doesn't have physical strength? Why's she kicking the Grimm like that? Don't get me wrong, this makes more sense, I'm just confused. I know it's a common complaint that team Coffee shows up here to steal the show for a bit, since they barely get any screentime ever. It's a fine complaint, understandable. I… actually kinda like it. Also ONE OF THE GUYS IS HOLDING OATHBRINGER. WHAT'S HIS NAME. GREEN GUY. Based. I feel like we should have seen a few adult hunters showing up, though. Non-teachers I mean. Huh. Ironwood did always have his sinister authoritarian vibes. I like that. I still love roman. And that ending dream thing huh. I'm sure the eventual meeting of these two will be totally worth it.

On the bees: Did you know I have written more Ami/Minori (from toradora) than the rest of the internet combined? Irrelevant to RWBY I just wanted to let you know.

For an extra this volume: I watched some of the shorts! I think these were the ones around by V2? Or maybe up to V3? Idk.

WoR "Dust": I assume V6 retroactively kind of explains Dust as the literal dust old humanity was turned into? Which is why it can interact with Aura? Very fucked up, but I like it. I'm on the fence on whether I think they had the creation myth figured by this point or not, but I do think they probably had the rough draft for it. Anyways this short doesn't really add much? It explains the 4 basic types and that you can mix them to make new ones, but everything else we probably could've figured ourselves.

WoR "Kingdoms": Ok so, Vacuo and Vale share a continent, while the other two are in split continets. Just taking note for later, not sure how relevant it becomes. In a worldbuilding sense, I don't think it's very reasonable to actually believe small towns could ever be built outside of big cities protected by natural barriers. Most people are clearly useless in a fight against Grimm, and honestly, just leaving the city shoudl be more than enough nervousness and doubt to attract hordes of them.

WoR "Grimm": Not much to say here, other than just generally wondering why Salem wouldn't just wipe out humanity herself sans a small amount of people who she could pin as Oz and the maidens. And don't say she couldn't have: If she can create that giant whale thing she could've done so a couple thousand years ago when technology wasn't so advanced. If you told me she was purposefully playing this game with Ozma, trying to keep it somewhat fair, I'd understand, but she clearly isn't. Oh well.

Anyways, I think I enjoyed this volume more than the last! Which is weird, I think people consider this to be the weakest of the first three. Idk, despite everything, I found the overall pacing to be slightly better, and we get some deeper info on our characters which is always appreciated. Not much else to say in general, but hey. Also yes, it's still a mess.

Also I'm fairly certain Pyrrha still not passing the bechdel test.

Also, if by any chance you're reading this, Crimson: 1) Why. Why do that to yourself. 2) Last volume you kept flipping your shit at me shipping whiterose and such (and other stuff but idrc about that). You seem to be unaware of the concept of chemistry. Ruby and Weiss are shippable because they have chemistry. Ruby and Penny are shippable because they have chemistry. Actually, all the characters I mentioned as potentially shippable displayed fair amounts of chemistry. And that's always my main concern with bumblebee. Sorry, but "vibing" while not interacting is very much NOT chemistry. It's kind of the opposite. Right now, with the information these two volumes have offered, I could write a lot of dynamics with a certain amount of ease. Bumblebee… not so much, because their interactions are still blank fucking slates. And I'm sorry to say this, but no, emptiness isn't 'complexity' or 'depth'. The only complex thing here is the fucking mental gymnastics you're doing to justify not only every bumblebee moment but also the show's writing as if it was flawless and perfect lmao.

#RWBY #RWTC #not tagging bees didn't spare me last time but maybe it will this time #anyways yes I will be doing this for each volume as long as my interest stays #we'll see how it goes

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 9 (Part 2)

Elvis(Movie) x Black!OC

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Summary: In which Honey makes her decision

Warning: NSFW 18+, fingering, oral (f. receiving), racial issues, physical abuse, violence, brief mentions of a panic/anxiety attack

“So, you’re coming with?”

I pause, throat tightening with reluctance to answer. “I’m still thinking.”

I don’t speak for the rest of the car ride, not a word said between us. Am I going? I don’t have much time left to think about it.

Michael stops the car, putting it into park across the street from the club. He leans back into his seat with a sigh, a sudden grim look on his face. “Honey, what’s going on between you and I?”

My heart stops. Shit. “What do you mean?”

He throws his head back against the leather cushion. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am. I know you don’t wanna be with me. My band told me what happened the other night. I tried acting like everything was fine, cause I didn’t wanna believe my own best friend would do all that behind my back, but after seein’ you tonight, I know they were tellin’ the truth.”

Oh my god. How much did he actually see?

I can’t think of any valid excuse, my mouth going dry and my heart breaking at his saddened face. “Michael, I’m so sorry. Everything became so complicated and I never meant to hurt you in the process. You don’t deserve to go through all this.”

He bites his cheek, shaking his head in disappointment. “I trusted you, Honey. I thought you were better than this.”

I reach my hand out for his. “I swear I never meant for things to get so out of hand. I just wanted to have everything figured out, but I didn’t know what I wanted and I kept telling myself to want you, but- I just- I never really saw you as my type, I guess.” I cringe immediately as the words leave my mouth. Way to be brutally honest, Honey.

Now his whole facial expression changes. He sits up, glaring over to me sternly with a new found anger flaring up in his eyes. “Oh? And just what is your type, huh? White boys?”

My brows furrow together, taken aback by his response. His words are overstepping multiple line no matter how long I’ve known him and I definitely don’t like his tone either. “And what does it matter to you?” I ask, voice dripping in irritation.

He scoffs loudly. “What’s it matter to me?! You think I ain’t noticed how you colored girls act around Elvis? He ain’t even half the man I am, but y’all don’t give a damn. He gets on stage, sings out songs, does our dances, and y'all cream in your seats.” I gasp, disgusted at his sudden vulgarness, but he only continues. “It matters that these string bean white boys are taking away our finest women like they own them.”

I sneer at his last comment. “You don’t own us either!” I step out of his car in a fit of rage. “And what us ‘colored women’ find pleasure in is not my fault and clearly nothing you’re able to provide for us!” I slam the door to put all the more attitude into my last statement, then stomp my way down the sidewalk. I can’t even stand to look at him anymore.

“God dammit,” he mumbles from behind me, jumping out of the car as well. “Somethin’ gotta be wrong when your own kind starts defending whites like that. I knew you weren’t enough of a sister!”

I stop dead in my tracks. There it is. He’s using my biggest insecurity against me and he knows it. He knows it! That sentence alone is enough to trigger my fight mentality instantly.

I spin around, marching right up to him. “You are the last person I need permission to be black from. You think the color of my daddy makes me any less black to these cops out here? Hmm? They don’t care how dark, as long as it’s darker than them, so quit actin’ like I don’t understand real struggle. I have my own set of problems that you could never comprehend, because at the end of the day, under all that black skin, you’re still a man. And I defend him because I love him!”

His eyes widen, a smile finding my words entertaining. “Oh? So, you in love now, huh? Is that what this is? Love?” His voice drops tauntingly low and quiet toned. “That boy don’t want nothin’ but a little tail before he leaves you behind like all them other girls.”

Without thinking, i slap him across the face, not feeling even the slightest amount of regret in my actions. “Elvis is more of a man than you’ll ever be.” I could spit on him, I feel so lost in my hatred right now.

But he reacts quickly, pushing me against the wall of the nearby building by my throat. “After everything I did for you, you still choose that bastard. I gave you a start. You’d be nothing without me.”

I push and kick him until he stumbles backwards. I take a second to catch my breath, holding my beating chest in shock while he straightens himself out.

“You’ll regret not coming with me.” He threatens.

I huff, having nothing left to say to him, then turn to walk towards the club and hoping he doesn’t follow.

Once in the private stairwell of the building, I quickly scramble upstairs to the hotel area, not wanting to be anywhere near others right now. I lean against the wall and slide down it, still catching my breath.

I let my legs out of my dress, kicking off my heels as well to run my feet along the soft carpet, suddenly feeling suffocated in my own skin. I listen to the sound of the music downstairs, trying to ground myself in its rhythms and ignore the stinging in my eyes.

“-that gold dress. Can you imagine how much RCA would pay for her?”

“I’d have enough to get a Cadillac for each one of my bitches.”

A roll of laughter comes from downstairs, before disappearing into the club, leaving me with an uneasy feeling. I play with the hem of my gold dress in utter shame.

I got so caught up in recording a song with him that I never thought about him using me right back. He never seemed like that type of person growing up. I know the things I’ve been doing to Micahel are wrong, but I haven’t been doing them completely heartlessly. I really did try to convince myself to give my all to him and leave Elvis behind. I’ve known Michael the longest, longer than Elvis. Even if we didn’t have the same chemistry Elvis and I had, I still trusted him and he used that against me. We shared toys as babies. He was there for me when I was heartbroken over Elvis twice now. He’s always been there. Even without romantic attraction, he was still a friend, and the little girl inside of me feels betrayed knowing my childhood friend saw me only as a means to pay his bills and feed his ego. I really am naive, aren’t I?

“E.P.! You made it out alive!”

“You know I always do, baby.”

All previous fear drains out of my body the second I hear the sound of his voice. My heart thumps, feeling airy in my chest. He’s okay. I crawl to the edge of the hallway to peer around the corner, feeling it’s too good to be true.

King’s about to lead him inside the club.

“Elvis!” I call out for him from my spot on the floor.

He stops just before the door, squinting around in a confused way to find the location of my voice. Upon seeing me, his appearance changes entirely to that of concern despite my obvious happiness.

He instantly races up the stairs towards me, racing out to help me off the ground. “Honey? Are you alright? What happened?”

Without thinking, I instinctively wrap my around around him. “God, I thought they’d lock you up. I’m so glad you’re here.” My heart beats madly against his chest while I hold him in fear of ever letting go again.

He chuckles against my hair, rubbing my back with his large hands that I’ve missed the feel of so very much. “Colonel’s holdin’ ‘em off for me. What are you doing up here alone?”

I don’t respond, only keeping myself buried in his neck.

He pushes his neck back to try and observe my face as best as he can, When he realizes I have no intentions of pulling away, he tilts my head up with his hand, so he can see me. “Hey.” He says softly. “What happened, darlin’?”

I nuzzle my cheek into his hand, feeling tears want to build up just from the gentleness in the way he speaks to me, especially when compared to Michael only a few minutes ago. “Nothin’, okay? I’m just sorry for actin’ like such a fool lately. You were right about everything and I don’t wanna be scared anymore because I love you. I always have and I’m tired of running from that. I wanna be with you and I don’t care what everyone’s gotta say anymore, as long as I know I have you.”

His lips grow into a wide grin. “So… no Chicago?”

I giggle, shaking my head no. “No Chicago. I’m not going anywhere, baby. Do you forgive me?” I give him my best puppy dog eyes.

He chuckles. “You know I can’t hold a grudge against you. You were always my weak spot.”

I smile before leaning up to meet him halfway for a gentle kiss. His hands travel in opposite directions behind me, one down the small of my back, the other between my shoulder blades, but both bring me in closer. I caress the sides of his face, reaching to rest my hand on the back of his neck, so I can pull him in for a deeper kiss.

He hums against my lips. “Let me take you home, darlin’.”

I kiss from his lips down to his neck. “There’s a hotel right here.” I offer, not wanting to wait any longer than I already have been.

He chuckles, tilting his head away from my touches. “I ain’t mean it like that. It’s been a long day for the both of us, I should get you home.”

“Well, I do mean it like that and I need you,” I whisper into his ear. I pull away to see his reaction and bite my lip when I do.

He looks at me with danger in his eye, and it only takes a few seconds of meeting my gaze for him to make his decision. “Which room?”

My smiles grows and I lead him to a room I remembered being available. Luckily, it’s unlocked because I didn’t bring my work keys with me and I’m definitely not scavenging around to find them now. I check to make sure the hall is empty before sneaking him inside the room. My hands shake with eagerness, fumbling with the lock. When I finally manage to get it, I turn around to face Elvis.

He stalks closer to me, his eyes like bullets and I’m the target. I press myself against the back of the door, anticipating his next move with a daring smile.

He grabs my waist, pulling me in for another kiss, deeper than any one he’s ever given me. We’ve had our fair share of needy kisses recently, but this one is of pure desperation.

I moan, realizing this is the first time we’ve been able to kiss in private and thoroughly enjoying being able to do so without watchers and judges. I sink into him, letting myself completely succumb to what my heart has been wanting to do since day one.

We spin around so I can fall flat on the bed, my blonde hair fanning out around me. He leans over me, the smell of vanilla musk drowns my senses, but I could swim in it all day. He kisses his way from my lips down to my chest, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses along my neck.

He moans into one of the kisses. “You still taste like that bubbly.”

I let out a breathy laugh. “All thanks to you.” I go silent for a second before quickly and shamefully adding, “I liked it.”

He chuckles into my chest. “I know you did, baby.” He presses a hard kiss between the dip of my breasts, groaning into my skin. “You look good when you’re all wet like that, baby. God, you looked so sexy out there; drinkin’ from that bottle, no questions asked.” He bites down at the dip where my left breast meets my sternum, causing me to yelp out which he only smiles at.

“I can’t believe you licked the bottle in front of everyone.” I say semi-embarrassed, squeezing my eyes shut.

He reaches behind my back, grabbing at my dress zipper. “I’m not ashamed to show everyone you’re my girl.”

I smile at the gratification his words bring me. I’m finally his girl.

I arch my back in the air, so he can unzip me. Once done, he carefully removes each strap from my shoulders, one at a time, before standing up to slowly pull my dress down my body, taking my underwear with it and tossing both onto the floor.

I cross my legs, shyly hiding what I can of myself. The blue in his eyes disappear and his face slips into that of hunger. He runs his hands up the sides of my body, stalking closer to me.

Honestly, I have no idea what to do or expect. Sure, I’m not clueless, but most of what I’ve learned came from eavesdropping. Of course, Vickie has unfortunately told me ungodly amounts of her own experiences, though I have doubts most are true. At this moment, all I can do is trust him and my instincts.

On another note, I can’t even begin to explain how illegal every little thing we’ve done today is. Both of us know if someone outside saw us like this, we’d get arrested for at least four different reasons, but somehow the forbiddenness of it all only makes it that much more exhilarating.

Gently, he takes my leg and eases it away from the other, exposing all of me to his waiting eyes. He takes a deep breath, then check back up at me. Once he knows I have no intentions of stopping him, he holds my hips in place, using the other hand to slide up and down my inner thigh, but never touching where I need him most.

“You don’t know how long I been wantin’ to do this to you, darlin’. How long I wanted to make you feel good.” His thumb grazes less than an inch from my core before pulling away, rubbing up towards my knee again.

“Elvis, please.” I whine out.

“What, baby?” He asks cluelessly, placing a kiss on my knee. Of course, he’s gonna make me say it.

“Touch me.”

He backs his face away. “Touch you? I am.” He says innocently. “Where you want me to touch you, baby? Here?” He teases, pointing to my shin. I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “No? How ‘bout here?” His finger reaches down and tickles at the bottom of my foot.

I quickly retract myself away, unsure if I should start laughing at his ridiculousness or crying. “Elvis!” I beg.

He laughs. “Alright, alright, darlin’. Nothin’ to get all worked up about now. I’ll give you what you need. Don’t go worrying that pretty little head of yours one bit.”

He hovers himself above my pelvis, slowly bringing his thumb down to brush against my lower lips, then peering up to see my reaction.

My chest rises and falls in anticipation while I watch his every movement.

He rotates his thumb in circles, watching as my eyes close, and only then adding enough pressure to part me and fully feel my wetness. He groans at the feeling, letting his thumb become coasted as he makes slow rounds against my clit.

My body shutters, and before I know it, he inserts a finger inside of me. I gasp at the feeling, instantly tightening around the digit, my body extremely sensitive from never having been touched by another. I had expected it to be painful, but instead I crave more.

He slides a second into me and I about lose my mind. He holds them there, feeling my walls clench around him in need. I close my eyes, feeling out of breath without actually having moved. He stays like that, I assume to help me get used to the feeling, but I already grow impatient and start lifting my hips up and down against his hand.

He bites his lip, trying to hide just how crazy it drives him to watch me do this. He holds his free hand against my hip to stop my movements and speed his own.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” He pushes himself further up the bed and back to my face, using his knees to further spread my legs, but never removing his hand.

I choke on my words. “It feels so good.”

We lock lips again, sloppy and uncoordinated. He makes slow motions with his hips, grinding himself against my inner thigh to relieve some of his own tension.

I reach my hands up to pull at his hair to try and bring him as close to me as possible. He rests his forehead against mine, staring intensely into my eyes. We heavily breathe onto each other’s lips. “It feel good, baby?”

“Mhm,” I nod, nose brushing against his.

He lowers himself back down, holding his face at my stomach and glaring up at me through his dark lashes. His beautiful, full lips tickle against my skin and his breath glides across my stomach, causing shives to run down my limbs. In the deepest voice he can muster, he asks, “better than Michael ever could?”

I stare down at him in shock, biting at my nail from feeling myself begin to build up desperately. I nod again without any hesitation.

“Yeah?” He confirms.

I throw my head against the pillow, slowly losing my grip on reality at this point.

He wraps his arm around my leg, pulling me closer to him while he starts pumping even faster.

“I don’t ever want you talkin’ to another man again. You’re mine, you hear?”

I thrash my head around, too lost in euphoria to answer. I should be ashamed at how turned on those words get me, and I’ll never tell him just how much they do, but I’m sure the tightening of my walls is enough to let him know.

He looks down between my legs, breathing deeply, hungry for air. He watches his hand get covered in more wetness, hissing at the sight. He instinctively dives down, taking a long, sinful lick at me.

The texture of his taste buds against that area is such a foreign feeling for me that one lick is all it takes to send me over the edge.

I cry out in pleasure, causing him to dip back down and run his tongue against my clit over and over again, only making my orgasm all the more powerful and mind numbing. I take a few loud, heavy breaths, holding one hand against my vibrating heart and the other in his hair. I don’t even have enough energy to open my eyes yet, I just lie there, trying to catch my breath and bask in the feeling of his fingers still slowly caressing my insides.

“Elvis.” I whine.

“I know, baby. Just let it all out.” He presses a soft kiss onto my quivering let, allowing me to cool down.

When I open my eyes, a tear falls down my face from the overwhelming pleasure I had just experienced. I laugh, hiding my face from embarrassment from getting so excited so easily.

Now he removes his hand from me. “Baby, what is it? Everything okay? I did hurt you, now did I?” He asks, wiping away my tears with his large thumb.

I shake my head with a smile. “It was amazing.” I grab his face, bringing him down for a kiss, which he reciprocates passionately. “I want more.” I whisper, desperately longing to feel something more filling.

He closes his eyes, shaking his head. “Now, darlin’, you know you’re playing a dangerous game. You don’t think we should wait?”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Um… no?” Is he crazy?! I been waiting!

He chuckles. “It’s your first time, baby. I don’t wanna throw too much on you all at once.”

“Elvis,” I whine, trying to reach down to touch him, but he catches my hand.

He shakes his head more vigorously. “Now, I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not lettin’ your first time be in this lousy hotel with that asshole downstairs.” I dramatically sigh, but he only rolls his eyes at me and lies down beside me. “I hope you know I ain’t never wanted to come between you and your singing. I’d never do that to you.”

“I know.” I turn over to face him, reaching out to play with his hand. “And I hope that you know I never for a second had romantic feelings for Michael.”

He groans. “You gotta say his name?” I laugh, burying my head into his chest. He wraps his arms around me, bringing me closer to him and plating a kiss into my hair. “I know.”

I look up at him with gleaming, after glow eyes. His hand leaves my back to cup my face, his thumb running back and forth against my cheek. He smiles, looking back at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The admiration in his eyes is enough to make my heart skip a beat.

He glosses over my face, taking in every detail: my eyes, my hair, my freckles. I close my eyes, trying to turn away, feeling awfully flustered from his intimate actions.

Just then, his hand stops moving abruptly and I feel him pull away.

My eyes flutter back open to examine him and make sure he’s alright, but he’s just staring at my neck, confused with a growing anger in his eyes.

I sit up, scared and trying to figure out what’s going on. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

He clenches his jaw, not even wanting to say his next words, let alone believe them. “Did he put his hands on you?”

I reach up to rub the spot Michael has his hand on earlier. It must have left I bruise I didn’t know about. “Elvis-”

“Did he?!” He shouts. “Is that why you were on the floor, crying?”

I don’t even have time to answer before he’s already forcing himself up and off of me, muttering curse words under his breath. “I swear to God, I’ll kill that son of a bitch.” He whips open the door and without turning back to look at me he says, “stay right here, baby,” before slamming the door shut.

“Elvis!” I yell out while sloppily slipping my dress back on, not bothering with the straps while I tumble towards the door. Despite his request, I follow after him.

I quickly stomp down the stairs to the club level, looking around for any signs of violence or shouring, but find nothing. Michael still must be outside then. I trample down to the ground level, pushing open the club doors, and sure enough, guess who I find.

By the time I make it out there, Elvis already has Michael pinned against the same building Michael had me on earlier.

“You worthless bastard!” He growls out, pushing Michael onto the ground with a rough shove.

I push past the people outside the club watching the scene to run across the street to them.

“Stop!” I yell, pulling at Elvis’ arm, praying I can pry him off.

Elvis yanks his arm back from me, standing over Michael while breathing heavily. He doesn’t bother turning around to look at me, but I know he’s not happy I’m here.

I look down at Michael’s now visible face to see what damage has been done. His lip bleeds and his cheeks are covered in… tears?

“I spent my whole life tryna be like you, man. Everyone always preferred you, you got more freedoms than me, you got the girl I ain’t never had none of that, and you’re out here paradin’ everything you got like the ungrateful bastard you always been!”

“That don’t give you no right to ever touch Honey like that!” Elvis replies, trying to hold back his anger in front of me.

Michael picks himself off the ground, dusting off his coat. “Shit don’t matter anymore.” He glares over Elvis’ shoulder, lip curling in disgust as his eyes land on me. “Already put your dog hands all over her. What I look like tryna sell spoiled goods?” He adjusts his shirt, turning to walk back to his car.

However, instead of taking offense, I instantly hop in front of Elvis, knowing those words would be enough to set him back off. He tries dodging around me, but I hold him back, which he seems absolutely enraged by. Honestly, I would have fought Michael myself, but we may have bigger issues right now.

“Baby, he doesn’t matter. You already have cops after you, we need to leave.” I say, trying so desperately to get him to drop the situation before something worse happens tonight.

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before deciding in silence that I’m right.

I glare, watching Michael drive away, part of me wishing I had just let Elvis loose on him.

I sigh, placing my hands gently on Elvis’ bruised face. “Baby, are you okay?”

He shakes his head away from my reach, almost like he’s ashamed that I’m comforting him. “Yeah, it’s fine, baby. Come on, I don’t want no one seein’ you like this.” He puts his arm around me, shielding me from the watchers in the Club Handy windows. He pushes people on the streets out of his way on our path back to his car.

He helps me into the car before sitting down in his own seat, slamming the door shut behind him. He turns the car on, gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw doing that thing it does when he gets mad. “I told you to stay in the room.” He reminds me darkly.

I gulp and stay quiet, not wanting to further upset him.

He sighs. “I didn’t do a fine job of protecting you tonight. He never woulda even had the opportunity to reach you had I just stayed with you.”

“Elvis, it’s fine. You were getting arrested. Besides, it’s nothing, I’ve gotten worse bruises from accidentally walking into door frames.” I joke.

He gently smirks, which warms my heart back up, knowing he isn’t all that mad at me.

I lean over to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for fighting for me.” But before I pull away, he quickly spins his head to catch my lips in a real kiss.

Now I receive a full smile from him. “What kind of man would I be if I hadn’t?” He pulls out of the spot and drives down the boulevard.

Getting into a car with a white man; why not add one last crime to the list before we call it a night? “Do you have any idea how many crimes you committed tonight? Because I’ve lost count.”

He chuckles. “I been breakin’ the segregation laws since the day I was born, baby, and I don’t plan on stoppin’ no time soon.” He places one hand on my thigh, gently massaging it with his thumb.

I clench my thighs together at the feeling. God, I can’t believe I wasted all this time with Michael when I could’ve been getting all this.

We pull up in front of my house, both of us disappointed that this night is finally coming to an end.

He reaches over, pulling my face in for yet another kiss. It’s gonna take me a long time to get over the feeling of his lips, cause I’ve been waiting too long to touch them like this.

“Don’t miss me too much.” He whispers against my lips.

I gently bite his bottom lip at his teasing, before exiting the car. He watches me walk up to my home with a smile, not driving away until he sees me enter the house.

I close the door behind me, smiling like a mad man. What a ridiculous night, but I’d sure do it all over again if I had the chance. I can’t even comprehend everything that’s happened, it all feels too good to be true. Finally, I’m getting everything I ever wanted.

“You got some nerve comin’ back home tonight.”

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