#but then there would be shots they shouldnt have any way to get

[good-beanswrites]

A drabble for an anon asking about the prisoners watching their music videos! This is focused on specifically Mikoto’s initial shock at seeing MeMe for the first time, but just know that Double comes with a whole new set of shocks as he truly listens to John for the first time ;-;

Mikoto was no criminal. 

He didn’t know how to break into locked rooms, or hack into complex prison security systems. He figured there was no way in hell he’d be able to see these so-called incriminating videos that the Warden was recording, and had resolved himself to an eternity of wondering what they could be. He was shocked when he didn’t need to do a single thing to gain access to them – Es simply adjusted the computer monitor and told him he could hit play when (and if) he wished. Then they left the room.

“A-are you sure?” he called, but they were already gone.

Mikoto blinked at the screen. It showed a stretched version of his apartment couch, near his bathroom wall, broken to reveal sky above. He thought he could spot his tarot cards at the bottom of the frame. Had Milgram broken into his home to film this? 

He scoffed, and hit play.

Distorted guitar started up. He flinched as his own face appeared for a moment – looking directly into the camera and making a wild expression he would never have made if someone was recording. His body tensed up more as he heard his own voice start to sing lyrics he’d never spoken before in his life. He wasn’t even a good singer, and here he was sounding like a professional. 

There were plenty of ways to accomplish all of this, of course. Software could mimic one’s voice, making him say anything these crazy reality hosts wanted. A team could easily add some digital effects to a stunt double and match his appearance perfectly. Knowing that didn’t make the experience any less unsettling.

He watched himself commit a nasty murder. He watched himself return home bloodied. But it was all ridiculous. How could Milgram even claim that this was him? He’d never raised a hand to anyone in his life. Were the other prisoners’ videos as outlandish as this one?

But then, a switch. 

The song shifted to a new melody. He appeared to wake up from his couch, and suddenly Mikoto got the sense that this was him.

He was struck with how familiar this new segment sounded. It simultaneously felt like a favorite song he must have played on loop not too long ago, and one that he’d never heard before. As it played, each new note and lyric felt right on the tip of his tongue. 

It ended as quickly as it began. The song returned to the heavy-metal-murder aesthetic it had started with, and once again he felt like he was watching a cheap copy of himself onscreen. He watched another murder, a shower scene (had the warden seen all that? How embarrassing…) and then he turned to his bathroom mirror.

At the same time as his musical counterpart, Mikoto leapt backwards in horror. 

His eyes remained glued to the screen. His hand flew up to grab the lower half of his face. It was fake, he told himself. AI and CGI and all that. It was fake. It had to be. 

Something deep inside of him said “no. That’s real. That’s me.”

Something else deep inside of him echoed the sentiment.

The video was less than four minutes of music, but by the end he was panting and tugging at his hair as if he’d endured hours of prison torture. He burst out of the room. He sucked in breath after breath. The melodies still played in his mind, lines repeating in his memory as he tried to put as much distance between himself and that little television screen.

He found the others in the common room. They gave him a knowing look, but somehow he knew his experience had been very different from their own. Es approached him.

They studied his expression for a moment. Thankfully, they didn’t ask anything stupid, like “how did it go?” or “what did you think?” 

Instead, they just told him, “if you ever want to watch it again, just let me know, I can get it set up for you.”

He would want to see it again. Of course, it would be better, then. He would take a moment to calm down. He’d watch it later and everything would be okay. He’d have a clearer mind. He’d pick out all the little camera tricks they used to make it. He’d be sure it was a fake, and laugh about how ridiculous he was being now. 

Of course. Of course. 

He nodded to Es, unable to produce any words. Es left him.

The rules in this prison never made any sense, but in this case, he was grateful. He wouldn’t need to figure out any snooping or hacking to get access to the video again. After all, he was no criminal.

… he wasn’t, was he?

[rocker-socks]

not to be insane but Stephanie Brown is so underrated and i really do hate to say its misogyny but. well. It is.

[chaosartisan]

Never let Andrew Lester live this down.

Who the fuck shoots a TEENAGER, in the HEAD, for RINGING A DOORBELL???!

If you can't show up in person, make a phone call. If you can't call, write a letter. If you can't write a letter, an email.

In order to liberate our communities from this lovecraft country's Jim & Jane Crow violence, we have to upRoot white supremacist politics and practices from the root.

[weixuldo]

Like a Drug

Toxic!Anakin x Reader

a/n: hihihi, this one is a pretty long one shot ahh sorry! its based on this ask from @hanasnx ! (Though I did change the promp a little) I just wanted to also update that It is officially finals week- so I'll be slower than i alr am SORRY!! but i have been working on the next xhapters of allow me and enigma when i get breaks!! I hope u enjoy! ALSO! Please don't stay w someone if they act the way anakin does in this fic- this is purely a scenario for fictional purposes, never let anyone do anything he does, to you.

Anakin has a very peculiar way of showing his love; well you call it love other people call it an unhealthy obsession... you finally realize how fucked up the situation is and leave- but the real question is how long can you stay away?

warnings: cursing, toxic bf ani, smex, cumplay, agressive behavior, mention of blood, fights, alluded sexual harassment, anakin is obsessive and posessive. (he's does some fucked up shit)

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“Get up” Anakin’s stern voice rang as he gripped your upper arm. 

You jumped at the unexpected contact- why was Anakin here? 

“Ani! You scared m-” you started to laugh before he tightened his grip.

“Now.” he growled. 

You looked back at your friends sitting across the table from you; their eyes were wide. Before you could say anything, Anakin started to pull you up. 

“Let go of her!” one of your friends demanded. 

He snapped his head towards her and only loosened his grip on you to stomp to the other side of the table. His tall frame towered as he glared daggers at her. 

“The fuck did you just say?” he spat.

She went pale and looked down at her lap. 

“That’s what I thought. Anyone else have any smart comments?” he huffed, before promptly pulling you out of the restaurant. 

Before you made it all the way out the door you mouthed an “its ok” to your friends before following your boyfriend outside. 

“Anakin, what the fuck?” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. 

He continued towards his sleek black camaro (he loved to drive through the city at night, music blaring and his hand on his property, your thigh). 

“Don’t fucking ignore me Anakin!” you shouted, gaining the attention of an older couple who were heading inside the restaurant. 

Your cheeks burned as you caught their stares, but honestly you were used to this shit, it wasn’t the first time you and Ani had made a scene in public. Anakin always did this- he would get pissy over some irrelevant thing and you would get into an argument. 

He stopped and turned with such anger.

“You really wanna know? You shouldnt have to fuckin’ ask why I’m upset! If you ever thought of anyone but yourself you’d see how fucked up it is of you to get dinner with those bitches who want to break us up” he screamed; his beautiful blue eyes dark with rage. 

You knew Anakin hated your friends. And you knew they hated him.

“You know they don’t like me and always try to get you to leave- Meanwhile those sluts cant keep their legs shut; they’re probably just jealous cause I’m the only guy who gets to fuck you and they have to find a new one every night!” he spat. 

Most of your friends were in stable relationships, but of course Anakin didn’t bother to remember that. 

“How am I selfish Anakin? I just wanted to grab dinner with the girls and you didn’t even come up. I told them not to bring you up after the last fight” you sighed, exhausted from Anakin's irrational moods. 

His sculpted jaw clenched and his right eye twitched. 

“It's the fact that you still even allow their company, it’s disrespectful.”

You shook your head and huffed in disbelief. 

“Anakin, you are absolutely unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable… Do you even hear yourself right now?!” you screamed. 

“And not that it should even fucking matter, but how did you even know I was with them?” 

“I have your location- you know that” he stated as if you asked if the sky was blue. 

“I know that, but how about them?”

He knew where they were because he made several alternative snapchat accounts and pretended to be someone from school who was just looking for new friends.

He spent nights pretending to be an excited freshman who was wondering where the science building was. He used remix to send your friends snaps that made it look like he was on campus or hanging out downtown with other students. And eventually he gained their trust enough for them to turn on their snap map for him so he could “make sure they were safe” if they went somewhere, since it's “dangerous for us college girls down here”. 

“Intuition.” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “No way, you probably chipped their phones or some psycho shit cause you’re fucking crazy Anakin!” 

“Well if you just goddamn did what I told you we wouldn’t have to have these conversations or be in these situations” he replied dryly. 

“How many fucking “rules” are there for me to follow?! Everytime I go out or do anything, you find something to nit pick! It's exhausting! I don’t even know why I’m still with you?!”

“Get in the car.” he demanded. 

“You’re insane if you think-”

His whole demeanor shifted and he sighed, “baby, please… I’m sorry, let’s talk about this”. 

“No, Anakin- i’m done with your bullshit” you said, heading back towards the building. 

He felt his scarred eye twitch, but he needed to subdue his temper (just until he could take it out on your pretty pussy).

See, Anakin Skywalker was a master manipulator. He knew that no matter how much you fought or how insane he acted- you would always come back.

This was clockwork for him. You’d fight, he’d act vulnerable, you would fuck, and then you’d be good for a while. A perfect system. Never failed. 

He called your name with a desperate plea- he had no problem acting needy if it got him to where he needed to be, plus this gave you the illusion of having power in this familiar situation. 

You hesitantly turned around to meets his gaze; his beautiful blue eyes glassy with his brilliant manipulation. 

“Baby, I’m sorry- I just worry about you..” he spoke softly as you subconsciously came closer. 

Soon his strong arms were wrapped around your waist and his scent flooded your senses. 

“You know I can't control my feelings sometimes- I just love you too much- I can’t lose you too…” he whispered into your hair. 

You knew exactly what he was referring to with the “too”- his mother. He was very close with her, growing up she was all he had. A few years back she passed away and it took a big toll on your lover.

You never wanted to admit it, but you knew he used that to guilt trip you into staying or to get you to feel bad for him. 

You hated him. 

But you couldn’t stop…

You held him tighter and grabbed his shirt fabric, “I know Ani… I know”.

You were now crying too- You knew this was unhealthy- toxic even; but you just couldn’t quit him. 

You felt his strong arms lift you up and he carried you towards his camaro; you knew what came next… He’d comfort you, fuck you, then you would act as if no argument ever happened.

A cycle you had gotten all too familiar with. 

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“F-fuck” Anakin stuttered as he slammed his cock into you; intensive sounds of your bodies colliding, ricochet off the bedroom walls. 

“You feel s-so good Baby- doin’ so good for me” he praised as he thrusted in and out of your plush walls. You were lying on your back as he held one of your legs over his shoulder so he could hit even deeper. 

The glorious feeling of his calloused hands along your smooth stomach made you shiver. When you first started dating Anakin he told you that he would please you so well that no other men would be able to compare.

he was right…

No man could navigate your body the way he does, read your tells like he could, no man could make you cum as well as Anakin could.

He slowed his hips for a moment making you whine at the lack of movement from his thick cock. 

“Look at me baby”. 

You blinked your doe eyes open, tears falling from the corners. He observed your features before his eyes softened. 

“My girl, my pretty girl… always so lovely” she smiled before tenderly kissing you. 

“I love you more than anything” he whispered against your plump lips. 

This.

Moments like this were why you stayed: he could be kind- he was sweet- he did care. 

You were about to reciprocate his statement but were cut off by his hand tightly gripping around your throat as he continued snapping his hips into yours.

You squealed with each powerful thrust- it was ok, you’d tell him later. 

His swollen member was blushing red and as hard as could be. He absolutely adored having you below him, taking his dick like a champ- he remembered how proud he was when you were finally able to take all of him. 

A particularly hefty thrust sent his neurons firing and he knew he was almost at his end. He sloppily bucked his hips into your pelvis as his breathing became more erratic. 

“I’m gonna cum- w-where do you want it sweet girl?” he half stuttered, half moaned.

You patted your chest and gave Anakin a knowing look. 

With that he was gone, his brows knitted together in ecstasy and his hips lurched forward. A string of obscenities left his mouth as he quickly slid his dick out of you to aim for your chest. 

Barely one pump in, his warm seed coated your chest. You watched as his abs and thighs contracted with each wave of pleasure. Some of his damp curls stuck to his forehead, he had a sheen of sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. 

What a beautiful sight. 

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Anakin’s fingers tucked some wild strands of hair behind your ear as you slept peacefully beside him.

Last night cut it a little closer than he normally would have, but it all worked out because here you were, still with him- fast asleep in his bed. 

He grabbed your phone and began to go through your messages (an unhealthy habit he picked up a few months back), his fingers immediately moved to the new notifications from your friends.

He opened the pinned group chat and read the messages from last night. 

Where r u? Where’d he take u?

Are you alright?

WTF was that?!

Anakin rolled his eyes; your friends were always so dramatic. But he smiled when he saw your response. 

“Guys i'm good, ani took me home and we talked things out- he’s just been really stressed out lately, it's nothing to worry about!”

You were his good girl and he’d spoil you today for your loyalty. 

He continued to scroll passively until he got to the newer unread messages. 

y/n, can we all please talk when you get back- we’re worried about you

Yea, anakin doesn’t seem like he has the best intentions

We hate to see you in this situation

Babe, he’s toxic- u need to dump him

“...u need to dump him”

Anakin almost threw the phone across the room- no way these bitches were telling you to dump him?!

He was the only one who took care of you, he was the only one who knew what was best for you- who did these girls think they were?!

Before he could stop himself he took out his own phone and copied all of their numbers down so he could send several nasty message to the girls basically telling them to back the fuck off and being unnecessarily hateful.

After he blocked their numbers, he decided it was time for a shower, so he left you with a kiss and headed to the bathroom. 

The emptiness of the bed made you wake. For a moment, you began to search for Anakin but the shower in the other room indicated where he was. 

You smiled and cuddled further into his sheets. The warmth of the blankets began to pull you back into slumber but your phone interrupted the notion. 

It was one of the girls you had gotten dinner with last night, what would she be calling this early for?

“Hello?”

y/n, I’m sorry but you need to come back now, I don’t think it's the best idea for you to be with anakin-

“Wait, slow down… why?”

She sent you screenshots of the messages he sent and you almost dropped your phone.

“What the fuck?! Anakin sent this?”

Yes, this morning- I really think you should get out of that relationship y/n- I’ve been telling you this! He’s trying to make you dependent on only him- it's not healthy!

You took a moment to regain your thoughts and quickly said a goodbye when you heard the water stop running. 

Why would he be so cruel? You knew he had his issues but he’d never been so explicitly viscous before. Maybe your friends were right, you had been manipulated so much that you were defending his toxic behavior. This had to stop. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to face him for long (he would just pull you back in). So you quickly began to gather your things so that it would be easier to leave after you talked with him. 

You almost had everything packed when the doorknob turned to reveal a fresh Anakin; his hair was still damp from the shower and his skin had a glistening shine from the residual steam. He had such a big smile… you hated this, but it needed to be done. 

“What’s going on princess?” he frowned when he saw your bag was already packed. 

“Anakin… I have to go” you said hurriedly. 

He moved in front of you and held up a hand, “Woah, can we talk about what’s going on? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?” he asked (genuinely worried). 

With a sigh, you looked him in the eye, “Anakin- we can’t keep doing this- we aren’t good for eachother”. 

He felt his chest tighten. 

“Was it your friends? Did they put those thoughts in your head?! I told you they weren’t-”

“Anakin! Please, enough! I saw what you said to them- Why the fuck would you say that? You’re not acting like the man I fell in love with… You’ve changed so much” you said with watery eyes.

For a moment he looked as if he were going to punch something but eventually he let out a breath and defeatedly stood to the side. Your words seemed to really hit him. 

“Angel, I do what I do because I love you- you know that. I know I’m messed up- but I’ve been working on it, Truly” he promised.

Tears fell as you shook your head, “I know Ani, but it's not fair to me- I can’t keep doing this! We always end up fighting and you always get upset”

“I DON'T!” Anakin unintentionally shouted, making you shrink away from him. 

“This is what I'm talking about Ani, I don’t wanna do this- no, i’m not doing this anymore. I’m leaving” you said, grabbing your things and heading for the door. 

He called your name but you ignored him, you almost got to his front door when he grabbed your upper arm. 

“Let go!” you shouted, snatching your arm from his hold.

“Please, just leave me alone” you cried as you walked out of the house and headed for the uber you sneakily called while he was still in the shower. 

As the uber drove away, you saw a confused and hurt Anakin standing in his driveway.

You put your head in your hands and cried… 

It needed to be done.

It had to. 

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A few months later

The early autumn air nipped at your skin as you haistilly exited the rowdy club. You shivered and crossed your arms after checking the time. 

10:34 pm

You had only gotten to the damn club 30 minutes ago and you already wanted to leave. You and some friends had gone out to reward yourselves for a hard week (and to hopefully get your mind off of your ex).

Some guy in the club had gotten a little too handsy fior your comfort- he attempted to put his hand up your dress and grope your breasts while you were just leaning over the bar to order another drink. You slapped him across the face and made your way outside to get some air. 

You wanted to leave; as you stood by the curb you felt the familiar sting of tears pricking at your eyes. 

Fuck. 

The sensation of alcohol warmed your tummy and clouded your thoughts. Warm, strong hands protecting you from any other man who dared to look at you. Fierce blue eyes warding off any unwanted attention- 

No. 

You physically shook your head and opened your phone to distract yourself. There was no fucking way you were thinking about him right now. You scrolled to your uber app and looked up rates for a ride back to your apartment. 

$40, $35, $47, $32, $43

The rates were through the roof, no way you were going to pay that just to get a few blocks home. 

Almost instinctively, your hands moved so that your thumb was shivering over Anakin’s number. 

What were you doing?!

You were about to swipe off when you realized: you weren’t willing to take an expensive uber, but you also didn’t want to walk that far in heels and at night. Maybe you should call him… at least you know him and he does owe you a favor anyways. 

Fuck it. 

You unblock and dial his number. 

Ring…

Ring…….

Ring………..

Voicemail.

You groaned. You knew very well what he was doing- he was making you call several times so that you would look desperate. He loved doing that shit. You dialed again. 

Ring…

 Rin- 

“Hey sweet thing, finally came to your senses?” he said, smugness dripping off his every word. 

“Anakin- please come pick me up” you sniffed. 

“And why would I do that? Why would I do you a favor after you’ve been such a bra-”

“Ani- someone tried to touch me- I wanna go home” you cried. 

The other end of the phone went silent. Anakin’s eye began to twitch and his grip on the phone tightened. 

“Where?” he gritted out. 

“What? I’m on fourth street, over by the old mill-”

“Where did he touch you?” he interrupted. 

You took a breath- maybe you shouldn’t have called Anakin, you knew he was going to cause a scene- but at the same time a dark part of you wanted him to become violent with his passion for you. 

“He put his hand up my skirt and started groping my breas-”

“I’m on my way” is all he said before finally adding-

“That fucker is dead.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, Ani was coming. 

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Anakin’s knuckles were a fiery red as he dealt several blows to the man who had dared to touch his girl. His vision clouded by rage and hatred; how dare someone try to touch what was his. 

Sure, you were broken up (or so you thought); but anakin saw it as just a small break- You were getting back together- he knew it.

All he was waiting on was your call. 

Once he was satisfied, he stood up and shook the blood off of his hand. He looked over his work; the man’s face wa bloodied and his lip was cracked (there was also possibly a tooth missing but Anakin didn’t really give a  fuck). 

He leaned over and spat, “Don’t ever touch someone who isn’t yours again”. 

He made his way through the crowd of stunned onlookers who all began to back away from him as he headed towards the bathroom. Once he got there, everyone stepped out and allowed him to walk in with no hesitation (They didn’t want to get on his bad side in any shape or form). 

He leaned on the sink and examined the cut on his cheekbone. 

Whatever. 

He turned on the faucet and washed the blood from his hands; no need for his beautiful girl to see the blood of a fucking perv. 

He dried his hands and exited the building to collect you from outside the building. 

You stood there, arms crossed, his jacket draped over your shoulders: his Angel. 

“Hey, sweetheart” he called in a soft voice as he put his arm around you. 

You looked at him with big eyes. 

“Are you alright?” He kissed your forehead. 

You nodded and hugged him closer to you.

“It's all taken care of, let's get you home”

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“I knew you’d come back” he broke the silence in the car (well, the radio was on- but you hadn’t spoken since he left the club).

“Anakin, can we please not talk about this right now? '' you said quietly. 

He glanced at you and put a tender hand on your thigh. 

“Angel, these past few weeks without you have been hell… I’m sorry for how I acted- I love you”.

You knew this was just another way he was trying to manipulate you- he definitely don’t attempt to better himself, but you couldn’t help but indulge him- after all… you missed him too. You placed one of your hands on top of his and met his eye. 

“Ani- will you take me to your’s?” you asked shyly, as if you hadn’t spent countless nights in his bed. 

He smiled and rubbed his hand along your leg, “Of course darling”. 

“Maybe I can help relieve some of your stress too,” he added with a deeper tone. 

You mentally sighed- of course he wanted that; but you also wouldn’t mind having him near you again, so you politely nodded with a smile. 

He squeezed your thigh, “That’s my girl, I knew you couldn’t quit me that easy”

You turned your head to look out the window at the bright city once more… He was right- you just couldn’t quit him.

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Once again anakin is completely fucked up in this fic- pls dont romantiscice this behavior in real life... other than that- I hope you enjoyed the fic lmfaooo. I haven't really written ani as an actually problamatic character before, its mostly just like rude or grumpy ani lmfao. but ty for stopping by!!

[blasphemousclaw]

personally i always interpreted the golden order greatsword as radagon wanting to keep renalla with him. the fact that its a moonlight greatsword, and how that tidbit isnt confirmed until the end of the item description, almost gives it a kind of "hiding behind the back" kind of vibe, like its a memento radagon shouldnt be holding onto but found a way to take with him anyways. given that in the queens bedchamber melina dialogue, marika refers to him as a leal hound of the order with a tone of disdain, and how he "hadnt yet become her", i personally get the vibe that radagon felt that whatever he had to sacrifice (his family, his wife, his self) for the golden order was worth it, with a kind of resigned determination ala I Wish I Didnt Have To Do This (hence marikas disdain cuz she doesnt think he HAS to, its just convenient for her plans+the schemes of the greater will)

my general impression of radagon is someone who loved renalla deeply and genuinely, and tried to take some small part of their marriage with him in the golden order greatsword, and was willing to make small steps out of line to try and keep that love present (giving renalla the amber egg with a GREAT RUNE INSIDE, one that judging by design wouldve gone to his son miquella since its similar to malenias, using the moonlight greatsword to become the golden order greatsword instead of making a new one), and someone who repeatedly tries to Do Whats Right For The World by sacrificing his own desires, and that makes the fact that all of his decisions led to heartbreak and pain in his loved ones more poignant and impactful. like hey man. you uh. didnt HAVE to drop everything to go be elden lord. didnt HAVE to leave ur family. now you cant ever get that back and its ur own damn fault buddy now ur bicon of a son is getting rly into snakekeeping and blasphemy and graffiti-ing ur Associated Symbols onto everything he feels would piss u off and ur never getting invited to radahns graduation from sellia academy of star murder. you uh. you did that buddy! you shot urself in the foot!

this is so late sorry, but yeah I really like this interpretation. like I said in my prev post I feel like Radagon forging Rennala’s marriage gift into a Golden Order greatsword can be interpreted as a way of carrying a part of her with him, even as he leaves her behind and forges ahead on his way to serve the Golden Order. Radagon has never viewed his time with Rennala with any scorn or regret; in fact, the things Rennala taught him during his time with her were very formative to his identity and beliefs:

“As the husband of Rennala of Caria, the red-haired Radagon studied sorcery, and as the husband of Queen Marika, he studied incantations. Thus did the hero aspire to be complete.”

The forging of Radagon’s greatsword kind of goes with this theme of Radagon cherishing what he had with Rennala, but ultimately deciding to move on to a greater purpose, using what he gained as Rennala’s husband as an integral part of his path forward. Perhaps even, based on the idea that Radagon “aspired to be complete,” he felt like he wasn’t a whole person, that he was missing something? That, though he loved Rennala, he couldn’t give himself fully to her? That he would leave Rennala behind if it meant getting a chance to feel whole?

Anyway, I completely agree that Radagon making the conscious decision to leave Rennala, despite having this love and respect for her, makes for a much more tragic and impactful story than Radagon not having any agency. What he did was shocking, inconceivable, and gravely disrespectful, not just to Rennala, but to all of Caria. And I think it’s almost certain that Radagon’s decision led to resentment amongst his children, sowing the seeds of their future rebellions against his Order… as Miriel says, when telling us Radagon and Rennala’s story, “You would do well to remember... Severing a vow, strongest of bonds, has consequences ever more dire". It’s just good storytelling!!!

[pyrotechnicdarts]

so many thoughts about how twitch and thrash are so much smaller and thinner than the other cybertronians, and just how much the show uses this to emphasize the fact that they are children and should not have to be a part of this war.

they are young and new and the world is so big and suddenly theyre thrown into a conflict that they were told was long over. and like! they are not meant for this war, partially because the war was supposed to be over!

the other bots are all big and bulky and armored, which conveys just how much of cybertronian life has revolved around this war. but twitch and thrash, the first cybertronians born after the war ended, are not big and bulky and! they shouldnt have to be! they were born in what was supposed to be a time of peace!!

 the triplets, on the other hand were created through a plea for help, for protection, and you can see that even though theyre still a lot smaller than other cybertronians, they are still very visibly bigger and more armored than the twins

(and as a little side theory i think the emberstone definitely played a big part in differences between the twins and the triplets: it was probably somewhat aware that cybertronian conflict was over on earth, or maybe just that there hadnt been any conflict in that area in a while, so it didnt give thrash and twitch the bulky armor they would need if they were born in times of war. the emberstone definitely knew that there was active danger when it made the nightshade, jawbreaker, and hashtag, which is probably why they were built taller, bigger, sturdier. more fit for the conflict it knew they were being born into)

but still! even the triplets are still so small compared to bots like optimus and megatron and even though they are more fit for battle, they are still children!!

and its terrifying and tense watching battle scenes that the terrans are in because they are just so small compared to everything else and the way a lot of the framing of these scenes is from their eye level to show just how much bigger and scarier everything looks to them (ie this shot with novastorm vvv)

and the framing and composition of so many action sequences really does wonders to get this whole point across! i am forever thinking about the entire sequence in the final episode where twitch takes out the canon and the way it starts with this frame and just how small she looks in it

she is so small and young and inexperienced and unlike the rest of her species, war is a stranger to her and she shouldnt have to be a part of this but still she has to be. she was told that she and her siblings are the future of cybertronian kind, but the world she was born into hasnt given up the past yet. she was told that she was born after the end of a war that had chased her kind for millions of years and yet here she is, watching her family fight for their lives. and its just houhhghhhghg. houwuuehuhgh. hough. so many thoughts.

this is sooo incomprehensible but do you get me. do you get what i am saying.  the thought behind the character design and shot composition is just. phenomenal. earthspark is very quickly becoming one of my favorite tf shows of all time

[3liza]

to me the biggest indicator that the Vote for the Lesser Evil or You're a Bad Person people are full of shit is living through like 3+ each of the Lesser and Greater Evil presidential reigns and nothing* got materially better or worse during any of that time except optics and the downstream effects of optics**, and things that aren't related to presidential proclamations or policy. most of you on here here are too young to remember the Obama campaign and presidency clearly but you can certainly look up the numbers on how many drone attacks on civilians he ordered, how many immigrants he imprisoned and killed, pretending to be grave and serious and Democratic about it the whole time, speaking eloquently and charmingly the whole time. same for Bill Clinton before him. doing the exact same shit as Bush and Bush 2 and Trump but doing it in a way the Daily Show and SNL approved of.

we voted for Gore and he lost and things got worse. voted for Obama twice, and he won twice, and things got worse. we voted for Hillary and she lost and things got worse. we voted for Biden and he won and things got worse. they all started the same wars, droned the same people, murdered the same Mexican kids in the desert or in holding cells, sent the same troops to perform the same illegal invasions and coups, enforced the same bullshit or outright evil policies at home. can you really look me in the face and say with conviction that Al Gore would not have invaded Iraq? you probably shouldnt

I think the Vote for the Lesser Evil or Else people arent actually paying attention tbh. I think they're desperate to cling to the illusion of control. when a Democrat is in office I think they feel relaxed, like they don't have to pay attention because the Okay Guy is at the wheel so we can look away for a moment. the Democrats rely on that lack of oversight to continue the mass murder policies of the Republicans without being pestered by NPR about it. and they crave that illusion of relaxation, that relief.

like yeah okay, let's test your Vote for the Less Bad Guy and Things Will Get Better theory, let's give it a fair shot and see what happens. hang on I'm being handed an update. ah

when Obama was elected everyone was like 😬 uh oh the racists aren't going to like this, they're going to do some hate crimes about this because they're mad a Black man is president. and they did.

and then when Trump was elected everyone was like 😬 uh oh the racists are going to love this, they're going to do some hate crimes because they feel empowered by their guy winning. and they did.

* Obamacare is the one big exception I can personally report, but you cannot credit a single man for that for complicated reasons involving how policy is allowed to manifest in the USA, and the state-by-state nature of the thing has made a lot of medical access in various parts of the country worse, not better

** eg, the "my team won" effect, when Obama was elected we partied in the streets, when Trump was elected they partied in the streets, etc

[dollywony]

hi girly!! I absolutely loved your yandere miles fairchild fic and I was wondering if you could write another one?

maybe where the reader (female) is a dancer and has been getting letters in her dance bag from a mysterious secret admirer (being miles) who only signs his letters using M.F. or something like that. maybe the reader then gets freaked out because he starts threatening her saying that he knows where she lives and gets really specific on things that only she would know. then maybe when she is asleep in her apartment one night he finally goes to take action and takes her with him. maybe reader wakes up because miles is caressing her face (like he did with kate in the movie) and she wakes up and he confesses who he is and then takes her?

I know this is very specific, and if you can get to this great but if not then don't worry about it.

meant to be - m.f

pairing(s): miles x reader

summary: your secret admirer took the first step in confessing, but you wanted nothing to do with him.

a/n: hey babe ty for requesting!! 💕💕💐 + sorry 4 making you wait!! ☹️☹️

wc: 1.4k+

It's now eight at night and you're beyond tired. Dancing constantly nonstop exhausts your body, but you need something to take your mind off what was going on. The whole situation was creeping you out. The letters you would find after packing was the cherry on top in making you hurl. The one from yesterday was the worst so far.

To the angel of my dreams,

Y/n, you don’t know how much I wanted to fucking kill that man for even talking to you. To make matters worse, you basically threw yourself onto him even after he hurt you. Do you know how much that hurts? Seeing you being unloyal to me. Y/n i'm on my last straw. I know everything about you, yet you seem unfazed. Why is that? Is it because you don't believe me? Is It because you don't believe I'll do anything to you? Believe me doll, i dont want to but youre making it so fucking hard.

You live in apartment complex #127. The pin number is 6250. Don't even bother changing it love, it takes four days for your complaint to actually be dealt with. You know, I still have the paperclip you gave to me that day. It's my best possession.

You drive me crazy darling. Spritzing your miss dior perfume that you received from your sister on christmas daily. It's almost empty though, maybe I'll get you another one.

Your laugh, your emotions, fuck your everything is so worth every penny i hold to my name. You’ll be mine one way or another.

Yours devotedly and lovingly,

M.F

You didn’t even reread that letter, discarding it the moment you were done reading it. Who even was M.F? What did he want? More importantly how the did he know any fucking thing he shouldnt know about you?

It was hard to even try and pinpoint who M.F was. You were in school during the day and as soon as it finished, you would go to the studio. In the studio you would dance and dance until you felt as if your legs were going to break. By the time you would get home, you would instantly pass out. Sometimes it would range through ten to twelve.

Looking through your bag, you discovered the letter he left today. As you tore open the envelope you unfolded the paper.

You were confused. Why did the letter just say today? It was written horribly too, as if he was in a rush. Instead of his usual neat calligraphy, the word was contorted and out of line.

Did he mean he's going to do something today or did he mean today as if he was stopping all letters to you from today? You hoped it was the latter. Crumpling up the letter in your hand, you were wary that he would pop up anywhere. Who knows maybe he was following you right now. Maybe he was in the dance studio with you.

You felt uncomfortable. There was this weird, cold feeling that shot down your body. Your eyes looked at every crevice but you couldn’t find a hint of anyone hiding.

Sighing you finished packing your bag and got up to finally go home. You were tired. Tired of whoever M.F was. Tired of his sick, scary letters.

Getting out of the taxi, you were finally home. Walking up the stairs, you greeted mrs. Abbott next door. She was awfully sweet, always making the best cookies.

“Hi dearie!” She cheered, grinning widely at you. “Hi Mrs. Abbott, how are you?” You replied, sending the grin back. “Oh I'm doing quite well! How about you?” she questioned. “Oh I'm about to go to bed soon, have a goodnight!” you finished with a chuckle. “Alright sweetie! Have a good sleep!” you hear her say as you fumble to get your keys out.

Opening your door, you threw your bag down near your desk. Stumbling towards your bathroom, you couldn’t help but think why M.F had such an infatuation with you. It made your head hurt.

Stepping in your shower, you were quick to clean up. Wanting the day to finally be over, you were more than eager to help. Getting the covers over your body, you swiftly fell asleep unaware of the pair of eyes that emerged from underneath your bed.

Fast asleep, Miles crawled out from under your bed sighing. Seeing you sleep was even prettier up close. He thought, approaching your unconscious figure. Slowly sitting down on your bed trying not to wake you, he let his hand stroke your hair. Your hair was so pretty just like you.

Miles’s grin grew as he envisioned you in his bed as he protected you just like this. Well maybe he didn’t help you, but he felt like he was protecting you. Grabbing your hand, he interlocked it with his. Miles couldn't think of anything that made him happier than this.

Leaning in, he let loose of your hair going to caress your face. As his hand came in contact with your face, he felt euphoric. The feeling of your soft, delicate skin with his hand was so much and more for him. Miles closed his eyes and continued to caress. Being this close with you, even touching your skin made him ecstatic.

Waking up, you feel this sensation on your right cheek. Widening your eyes, you realized someone other than you was here. You see a boy with furious curls sitting next to you. He was rather good looking but that thought left your soul the moment you realized he was touching you.

“Fuck! Get off me!” You shrieked as you shoved the mysterious man off your bed. He grunts as he hits the floor. “Who are you?” You screeched, getting up to get your phone but he had grabbed your ankle making you fall face plant onto the floor.

“Not so fast Angel.” His voice, jagged and raspy, came out. “I need to tell you something.”

“What do you mean tell me something! You freak leave!” You wailed out, distressed from who this man was.

Ignoring your words, he stood up, grabbing you by your wrist and forcefully laid you down on your bed once again. Terrified, thoughts ran through your head trying to piece who this man was. Was he just your typical robber? Or was he here to kill you? Or worse. Was he M.F? Fuck what if he was? What would you even do?

Feeling the presence of the man above you snapped you out of your thoughts. “I know you’re worried. I know you’re scared. In fact, I know everything about you Y/n. You're so pretty and nice and kind.. Fuck. I love you. I love you Y/n.” he blabbered, holding eye contact with you.

“Who are you?” you questioned again, needing an answer right away. You were on edge. What if he was actually M.F? “Darling, i knew you were a bit stupid but this is rather severe.” he chuckled, dragging his finger along your cheek affectionately.

Just as you were going to ask him the question again, he cut you off. “Y/n have you ever wondered what M.F stood for?” he said, getting off you slowly walking around your room. Before you could even answer, he continued on. “M.F, it's rather peculiar you know? Why would he even know that much about you? It's creepy and weird.” Shaking your head in slight agreement, the man had a growing smile.

“Well Y/n, I am M.F. I am Miles Fairchild. I am the man who sends you creepy little letters. The very letters you throw out daily but it doesn’t matter. I know you’ll love me back. Reading my letters instead of instantly throwing them out was a sign that I knew. I knew you were the one. Y/n I love you so much.” The admiration was oozing from his mouth.

Not responding, Miles took this as a cue to step closer to you. “I’m really really sorry Y/n.” He said, shuffling around to take something out of his pocket. “You’re sorry for wh-“ you questioned but got cut off as miles hit the back of your neck, knocking you out.

“So sorry Angel, really.” Miles muttered as he dragged your body out to his car. Shutting his car door, he turned the radio on. Humming along with the tune of the song, he turned to your unconscious figure and smiled.

He was happy for once. He was sure he’d make you happy too.

[suethesocks]

Ascalon Redesigns!

Ive always bashed Ascalon alot (still do) but watching kuro's breakdowns i coudnt help but wonder about how cool it wouldve been if it was actually executed well

My main gripes with it is that it didnt look like technology, made no sense to look the way it does, and felt very poorly thought out overall like the lore for it was a complete afterthought

As you can see here (and in my george design) Ive made ascalon alot more technological-looking and like something azmuth would actually build

So whats the deal with this device? Ascalon is a weapon that uses the incomplete DNA of powerful beings (such as celestialsapiens) to harness their power and manifest it into a superpowerful suit of armor and weapon that, if used correctly, can be used to dissect and study the fabric of reality.

This way Ascalon contrasts alot more directly to the omnitrix, being both DNA devices of sorts. And both made for the purposes of knowledge, but one is alot more destructive and obviously made for offensive purposes than the other

I gave it those weird vertical circle thingies to sort of look like the star alignment we saw in the flashbacks with Zennith. Always found it weird how that never came up and the design didnt evoke it at all apart from simply.. being long?

The armor and weapon are based off of the user and what their mind sort of understands as "combat gear." This is why it looks like a knights armor for George and how it manifests into a sword (or rather one of those cartooonishly large claymores). I tried to give it white tubes and some green dots to evoke the omnitrix more. Also slapped on a cool big cape because every robot armor should have a cape tbh. I didnt intend for that at the time but this ended up being a motif throughout the designs, finding a way to incorprate cloth into them

Here we have a hypothetical design for azmuth if he were to wield it. For galvans i imagine they probably go into battle in giant mechs, so thats what his ascalon is. Gave ascalon that 1 zigzag that his staff in soto has, but tried to move away from the soto mechs design for this bc i never imagined that one was used for serious military combat

In the azmuth flashbacks we saw that he gave Ascalon to an incursean warrior which is what led to their homeworld's destruction. I think DJW later said that the warrior was not an Incursean but idc !!

I drew this in the same pose that the warrior had in the shot we saw him in. Gave him the classic incursean helmet as well as some more incursean-y elements to his armor. He has a normal sword that looks more like canon ascalon's than george's (i wish i could pretend it was because hes the technical original wielder of ascalon so he gets to have the design match the canon but no it was a coincidence)

We saw Vilgax wield Ascalon for a brief moment in the show so i had to! This ascalon was a very easy choice for me since i made up my mind ages before i even got the idea. Vilgax should never ever wield any sort of weapon, because hes simply strong enough on his own that he can pure muscle and brain his way out of any conflict. Brute force is his fortei, not becasue hes dumb but because he just doesnt need to do anything else. BUT if you were to give him a weapon, it shouldnt be a sword or a gun (both things UAF had lmao) it should be something like a hammer or a mace or gauntlets. Brute force sort of weapon

Vilgax is a already warlord so it was simple to work off of his canon OS design (the coolest one) and come up with an armor for him. I also took some inspirations from Eva Unit-02 for the helmet and the cape (specifically its debut where it was covered in cloth)

Of course, for ascalon i had to go with hammer. I mean his ship is called the Chimeran Hammer so you gotta! Also i think its the most fun visual with vilgax

Last but not least, the last person to wield ascalon in the show, Ben himself! I originally wasnt planning to do this, but then i got the idea of giving him these 2 designs to represent his change in mindset he has in the finale

In the beginning hes mostly influenced by how he saw george wield ascalon and stuff,and hes kinda losing it in the sauce a little. So he has an armor similar to that of goerge. Then as he remembers his friends and his humanity, he comes back down to earth (metaphorically?) and his armor itself shifts to represent this, being a mostly cartoonish armor based off ultra ben who i assume is like bens sona or something lol

The cloth is a menacing badass cape like George's, but then shifts into this sort of bubbly friendly skirt. His weapon also shifts from daggers wrapped around the omnitrix (representing using the omnitrix as a wepaon) to a shield wrapped around the omnitrix (representing using the omnitrix as a peacekeeping device)

These weapons dont actually interact with his omnitrix in anyway, theyre mostly just wrapped around it so he can still access it. The aliens would probably have george's armor but with slight changes to fit each alien better

Bonus!!

My own takes on Vilcubra and Dagax

Always really really really disliked both of these designs in the show, they felt like they went through zero drafts before the final design and they just kinda did whatever (which isnt far off from how the rest of this arc was handled lol)

I tried making vilcubra look more creepy and like his body was indeed transformed to be a servant, and also closer to how the lacubras actually look so i SLASHED off his toesies and took out his eyes and put them on his shoulders so they dont look like eyes (leaving room for the teeth to overtake the face) also gave him a tail

I think the idea behind having Dagax be a floating vilcubra head vilgax was because they thought a floating normal vilgax head would look goofy (theyre right) but i think they failed to realize that the floating vilcubra head is equally goofy even if indeed you give it red eyes. So i just tried to make my design be something of a mix between the actual Dagon and vilgax

I admit i ran into some trouble trying to do that as vilgax was the OG cthulu inspired design, so trying to mix him with other cthulu presented trouble. I tried to at least slant his eyes the same way they looked in OS and give him the OS yellow spots, as well as the 2 big tentacles he has in the back of his head in OS and OV

[rexxdjarin]

Observe

dom!Cody x Reader x Rex thotty little one shot

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

basically I just thought rex would wanna share you and this got obscenely out of hand...even for me LOL. also I did not proof read let me know if you see any psychotic ramblings I need to fix

warnings: cucking ur captain bf hardcore, this is very much so light bdsm/dom!cody running the show type shit so if you’re not into that gtfo, exhibitionism ig, spanking, absolutely excessive teasing, punishment & dirty talk, begging, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship, consent discussed and agreed upon, threeway if you sorta squint? no cl*necest

The briefing room is stuffy. Air stale and tension prickling through every last person sitting through this long meeting. Being an expert military strategist in an army filled with perfectly crafted, brilliant clones was both a fascinating experience and a beautiful distraction.

And you’d know that better than anyone. Your boyfriend was one of the two commanding officers standing beside the Jedi running the briefing. Captain Rex was bold, confident, cunning and agile, the maverick leader of an entire battalion. Yet you were lucky enough to see the sides of him the rest of the galaxy did not. He was understanding, empathetic, encouraging, supportive and so brave in his commitment to both his kindness and his affection for you.

You could see the warm twinkle in his eyes even now, as he scanned the room every so often to sneakily make eye contact with you, his girl. Everyone knew. His entire company, other battalions, hells- even his General had his suspicions. With you he was happy, willing to do anything beside, with and for you. There was nothing he would not do to give you the same happiness.

The whole briefing you couldn’t help but notice another set of those simmering brown eyes gazing at you longingly from the front of the room. You weren’t surprised if it was Rex staring at you flirtatiously, you’d even come to expect it. But the man staring at you with Rex’s same look of carnal need was the biggest surprise of all.

Commander Cody. Marshall Commander Cody to be exact.

Rex’s closest brother in the whole galaxy and his commanding officer was practically tearing your clothes off of you with only his eyes. You couldn’t mistake that look. You knew it too well on that face already.

The ding that marked the close of an hours long briefing couldn’t have come soon enough. The exhaustion looming over the room lifted as the group of mostly clones finally got to take their leave and stretch their legs around the barracks they hadn’t seen in months.

You packed away your datapad and the rest of your belongings, making your way to your boyfriend finishing his conversation at the far side of the room. Before you could approach, Cody motioned to have you join him. You didn’t know him all that well, meaning you weren’t as close with him as you were Torrent Company and most of what you knew of him came from stories Rex told you during your nightly pillowtalk.

“Hi, Commander. Long briefing.” You greeted, rubbing the tightness from your shoulder with one hand and craning your neck to the side to stretch. You watched his eyes dart along the long line of open skin now exposed from your collarbone to your neck and knew that what you saw earlier was all but confirmed. Commander Cody wanted you. You smiled up at him, trying to subtly hint that you knew he’d been staring without having to actually acknowledge it. “Can I help you with something?”

“You always so formal?” He began, leaning back on his elbows against the table he’d been seated at and smirking.

“I mean…in a setting like this I should be, right?” You replied, staring at a few of his stray curls just beginning to fall out of place probably from the pure stress of this meeting. He was fucking handsome. They all were, obviously. But Cody had a commanding confidence that was as intoxicating as it was intimidating. He had a presence and he knew it. It radiated off him in a way it didn’t in Rex. He had a way of looking stoic and strong but also assuring and kind. Similar qualities to Rex but with a completely different energy all his own.

A big toothy grin spread across the stern focused expression he’d been wearing for the last hour or so. “I suppose. Though, from what I hear…you aren’t always that way.” He stood up, stepping closer and trying to gauge your reaction. He had been flirting with you. You weren’t just seeing things this entire time.

You straightened up, tossing your hair behind your shoulders and shrugging. “I wonder who you could have possibly heard that from.” You motioned toward Rex, finally making his way over to the two of you. “I’m only as formal as he asks me to be. I like to do as I’m told…sometimes.” You smirk.

Cody’s demeanor faltered slightly, letting out a weighted exhale of pent up frustration. He folded his arms in front of his broad chest, the faintest rumble of a moan leaving him. “Hmmm don’t tempt me. I may want to test out how well you follow orders, mesh’la.” His gaze raked over your frame suggestively, quirking an eyebrow up as he appreciated what he’d been distracting himself with closer up this time.

Before you could respond, Rex’s arm snaked around your side. He kissed your cheek, greeting you with a warm embrace right in front of the man that had been lusting after you so openly a few seconds ago. “How’d I look up there, my mesh’la?” Rex asked happily, looking between you and Cody.

You nuzzled into the comfort of his hug and sighed happily. “Excellent work as always. Not bad to look at for a few hours either.”

“I could say the same for you. Kept me from blanking and losing my thoughts up there.” He kissed the top of your head and nodded at his brother. “Think it kept us both occupied.” Rex commented with a darker chuckle, his hand lowering to your waist. You could feel the tension between the two men thickening again, the effect their gaze had on your body enough to make your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Was just going to ask her about the arrangement we’d been discussing, vod’ika. Good timing.” Cody muttered, stepping closer to you than you would ordinarily allow any man who wasn’t your boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your throat as his alluring presence pulled you in like a magnet. Rex hummed softly, brushing your hair out of the way to dot kisses up your neck.

“Oh good…” He muttered, the breath on your neck sending chills down your spine while Cody’s eyes roved over you hungrily. “You see…I was bragging about you, my very…very pretty girl…” You could feel his smirk against your skin, Cody watching you react to his touch. “You know I love to do that.”

“Oh yeah? All good things I hope.” You remarked, letting your body fall into Rex’s grasp and submitting to whatever this moment was about to turn into.

“Of course. Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?” He whispered in your ear, nipping at the lobe and making you gulp as you nodded in response. The knot of arousal was starting to wind tighter in your belly and it was like both men could sense the effect it had on you. “Thing is…I’ve bragged so much that Cody’s a little curious now, mesh’la.”

You let a wry smile spread across your face, locking eyes with Cody while Rex’s hands traveled up your waist to cup your breast provocatively. “Didn’t know you saw me like that, Cody.”

“Hmm…I think you do. And if we’re going to do anything, best to learn to be honest with me. I’m not as forgiving as my brother, little one.” He licked his lips, tipping your chin up with his knuckle to get a better look at you. His normally stern face was more pleading than you remember it looking earlier and it made you giddy to think that these two incredibly handsome, perfect men were all hot and bothered over you. It was flattering to say the very least.

“Is that so, Sir? Now I’m intrigued…” You flirted, reaching a hand up to rest on his forearm. “What did you both have in mind?”

“See? She learns pretty quickly, vod. Can teach her to do whatever you’d like. She’s so good. Always is.” Rex pulled back, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb and smiling proudly. He wanted this too.

“Well I want to see how good you feel…how much you can take. And your boyfriend’s kinda got a thing about watching you. Does that sound good to you? Think you can handle us both?” Cody asked, his hands traveling dangerously close to the zipper on the front of your uniform. 

“Oh I know I can.” You replied devilishly, looking between the two of them standing somewhat dumbfounded in surprise before you. The sheer shock that this profane little fantasy of theirs was actually about to come true made both of these confident men at least slightly nervous. “Though I doubt it would be a good idea to do it here, boys.” You giggled, motioning to the obvious cameras with sightlines all around this briefing room.

Cody smiled, “Perks of being Marshall Commander. Private quarters.” He pointed toward the door and nodded you forward, “After you then, darling.” You turned on your heels, slinking through the blast doors and down the hallway toward Cody’s room, accentuating your hips far more than you had to.

“Keep it up, mesh’la.” Rex warned, half kidding as he and Cody strode a few feet behind you. You shot him a teasing glance over your shoulder as you turned the corner to wait in front of Cody’s door. You knew exactly what a little flirting like that did to Rex, you were dying to know how it would affect Cody.

They caught up to you, both Cody and Rex caging you into the doorframe while he punched in the code to get you inside. Normally, you and Rex would be consumed by each other already, barrelling through the barracks door to the little corner of the room set aside for Rex. Not this time. Cody was seemingly in charge, Rex taking a back seat to let his brother fully experience what being with you was like. That included all the lead up too, apparently.

The doors opened and you all nearly fell over each other to get inside and seal it shut behind you. In seconds, Cody was on you, hands needy and grabby as he felt every last curve of your body. He didn’t kiss you, yet, just felt you up, pressing your bodies together and letting you feel the effect you were having on him against your thigh. 

“Do you know how hard it is to run an entire fucking meeting while thinking only about tearing the clothes off you? I don't know how you can even think straight with her around…” His hands kneaded your ass roughly, earning a tiny gasp from you.

“I can’t. But knowing I can do something about it after helps.” Rex joked, removing pieces of his armor to sit on Cody’s desk chair in the corner of the room. “I get to have her as much as I want, remember?”

“He’s greedy.” Cody muttered, nipping at your collar bone as he dragged the top of your uniform down your shoulders. “He shouldn’t get to keep someone so pretty all to himself.”

You shuddered as he undid the zipper on your chest and tossed your top to the ground beneath you. “I figured you’d respect my loyalty, Cody.”

“Commander.” He corrected, “from now on you address me as Commander or Sir. Unless I say otherwise, understood?” He pulled back, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took in the sight of you half naked before him. 

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you ask, as long as Rex is ok with it.” You replied, trying your best to obey both of their wishes. You glanced over at Rex who had made himself comfortable in the corner of the room and he smiled encouragingly.

“Go on, mesh’la. Make me so proud. Show off like I know you can.” He smirked, his legs spread wide and his body resting on his elbows as he watched you get undressed.

Your gaze flicked back to Cody looming over you, dark lust seeping into the warm golden brown of his pretty eyes. You took in the familiar face in front of you: his strong jaw and pronounced nose, heavy expressive brow that framed his every emotion, full lips and stubble just starting to grow back. It was a face you knew, but how he wore it was all his own.

Without another moment’s hesitation, you placed your palm on his cheek and brought him in for a languid, heated kiss. His tongue collided with yours and the intensity of his kisses consumed your every thought. You worked to unclip the armor from his shoulders, the plastoid falling off one after another. Your hands slid down the expanse of his astoundingly strong torso and under the black body glove to get at the simmering skin underneath. 

He sighed happily as you smoothed over every flexing muscle, guiding the fabric off him. He broke the kiss with an amused chuckle to remove the top and drop it among the mess of armor at your feet. “Like what you see?” He asked, as your trail of kisses traveled down his jaw and into the hollow of his neck.

“Mhm. And it’s only fair. You get to see me, I get to see you.” You giggled, your tongue softly tracing down his collar bone. Your hands massaged down his sides, his grip on your backside pressing your breasts into his chest deliciously.

“Think I’m ready for a little more of you, cyar’ika.” Suddenly, you were swept off your feet, Cody scooping up your entire body in his arms and pressing you into another heated kiss. He kicked off his boots and made his way to his cot, laying you down on top of it. He hovered above you, taking his time caressing the dips in your waist as he slipped your bottoms down your legs. You kicked them off you, your body trembling with excitement.

Your head felt dizzy, Cody’s pure attentiveness to every detail of your body was making your brain fog and the tension in your belly grow. You could see just by the look in his eyes where this was going. He kissed down your chest, his tongue laving over each nipple with careful consideration, making your back arch off the cot. You moaned softly, your legs parting to allow his body to slot in between. “...is this…hmmm…what you were imagining, Commander?”

He looked up from the trail of kisses he was leaving down your lower belly and huffed out an adrenaline filled exhale, “better. So much better, darlin.” He rolled his hips, brushing against where your center was aching to be touched. “Wanna get you nice and ready for me..” His hands traveled down your hip bones to rest on your thighs, kneading the plush between his hands and kissing the sensitive skin just to watch you squirm. “She’s so obedient, vod’ika. Listens so well.”

Rex’s raspy chuckle echoed from the corner of the room you could no longer see, but you could tell the arousal was creeping in on him too. “She doesn’t always. Figured you’d like that about her.”

Cody glanced up at you from between your thighs, raising a brow in intrigue like he wanted to challenge you to misbehave a little. The fire in your belly convinced you to get a little bolder and you reached down to tug on his hair gently. His eyes rolled back in his head, enjoying the contact and groaning quietly. “I can see that. Eager little thing…”

He ghosted his touch over your clit, his broad fingertips tracing slow circles made you gasp loudly. “If you want more…ask politely. I can wait all day for you to behave.” He blew warmth over the wet node, making you buck your hips toward him to chase after it.

“Please, Commander. Taste me, please.” You whimpered, your thighs shaking with anticipation because he was so close to relieving the pressure building in your belly. You glanced pitifully over at Rex, hoping he’d feel bad enough to encourage him to help you. Instead, he bit down on his lower lip, his eyelids hooding over the arousal in his dark eyes while he palmed himself over his bottoms. He winked deviously, signaling to you that he was enjoying watching you squirm too much to jump in and help any right now.

“That’s a good girl.” Cody cooed, dipping down to flick the bud with his tongue. “The more you obey, the better you’ll feel, got it?” He offered, lazily beginning to lap up the wetness soaking your folds. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle…can’t help myself with a pussy this sweet.” He flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe through your parted lips. You moaned loudly, digging your fingers in his curls and starting to pant to keep up with the tension wracking your body. “But you can tell me if it gets to be too much. Tap me anywhere three times or say the word jogan and we’ll stop, ok pretty girl? Let me hear your pretty voice say ok...”

Your chest felt like it was going to explode, the overwhelming pleasure he was already coaxing making it impossible to speak. You inhaled deeply, barely squeaking out a whimper of an ok as he kept a steady pace between your folds. 

“Little louder, cyar’ika. Can’t hear you..” He chuckled, wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking as his fingers held you open for him.

“Ok, Commander. Just…please…faster.” You begged, pressure in your belly pulsed harder as he slipped a digit inside you. You tipped your head back into his pillow and cried, his wide digit forcing your pounding walls to accept his intrusion. He slipped in a second digit, grunting in satisfaction as he twisted his wrist to finger you deeper. The combination of his mouth around your sensitive bud and his fingers fucking you open was euphoric, the pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body and growing stronger with his every move.

“So fucking tight. You need me to fill you, don’t you? You’re fucking aching for it.” Cody drawled, his jaw dropping as he relished in the feeling of you taking him, imagining how good it would feel around the part of him that really needed it.

“Mhm…yes, sir. I need it. I need to come, please.” You whined, too wrapped up in the pleasure to outlast much more of his teasing. You could hear Rex swearing softly under his breath, the sounds leaving you making him all the more eager. “Fuck…Commander, please.” You begged, your breathing ragged as he curled his fingers inside you to hit your spot harshly.

“Mouthy little one…” He swore as your entrance spasmed around his fingers, your body starting to topple over the peak and into your first climax. “You can come when I tell you to.” He laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers out to taste your slick coating them. “She’s so fucking sweet. How do you ever fucking control yourself?” He asked Rex, who sighed deeply.

“I don’t have to.” Rex replied coolly, grunting as he watched you whine for more contact from Cody. The dizzying high you were feeling had started to recede, making you groan in frustration which both men ignored. “Stars- she looks so pretty like this. All hot and bothered.”

“I know she wants to come. I can feel it. Isn’t that right? Tell us what you need. Be a good girl and beg.” Cody teased, running his fingers over your clit faster this time, licking through your folds and waiting for your release.

“Commander…please let me come. Please..” You whined, bucking your hips and gripping the sheets beneath you as he kept playing with you faster. You felt both men’s eyes watching your body react to Cody’s intensifying touch. Every part of your body felt jolts of electricity coursing pleasure through it. Heat simmered in your core and swelled outward as Cody stoked the flames of arousal. You closed your eyes and let go, resigning to your body’s reaction to Cody’s touch.

“Come for me. Show your boyfriend how fucking pretty you are when you come for me.” Cody muttered, his fingers entering you again to curl up against your spot over and over. You moaned loudly, the heat in your belly overwhelming you and your high crashing into you. The melodic sound of your climax had Rex gasping for breath as he finally wrapped his hand around his cock.

Your pleasure felt like stardust dissolving into your bloodstream, sending numbing bliss cascading through your body. You panted as your muscles contracted and finally relaxed back into Cody’s grasp, his hands caressing your thighs to keep you grounded. “Fuck.” You sighed, dragging your fingertips through Cody’s hair again and watching him smirk in smug satisfaction. “How’d you figure me out so quick?”

Cody laughed and ran his fingers through your slick to collect it. “Because I know what I’m doing, darling.” He propped himself up on his knees and lifted you off the cot with one hand, bringing the other spend covered one to your lips. “Think this proves it.”

You leaned forward to take his fingers into your mouth, slipping your tongue around each digit to carefully clean the sticky taste off of him. His eyes darkened even more, his excitement at your compliance making a filthy groan rumble through his broad chest. You could feel Rex’s gaze burning into you from across the room, but all you could focus on was Cody demanding your attention in front of you.

He hissed softly, his arm tucking you in tighter to him and his hips bucking his length slowly between your cheeks. “Good girl. Lick ‘em clean for me. That’s it.” He encouraged, using all his strength to hold your body weight in one hand. He watched you take him, studying the way your mouth enveloped him. “She’s so fucking good. Look at her…filthy girl”

Rex chuffed proudly, knowing full well what your mouth around him felt like. The sight of you a painful reminder of just how much better you felt than his fist. “Mesh’la, you want to take more. I know you do.”

Cody pulled his fingers from your mouth and shifted to hold your jaw gently in his grasp. “Is that true? Can you be a good girl and tell me what you want?” He instructed, slowing his hips rutting against your bottom to torture you further. He wanted to make the tension simmer, to draw it out for even longer and make you keen for the pull of his cock inside you.

You stared up at him, the overwhelming need in your center starting to border on painful. You looped your arms around his shoulders and pulled yourself closer, clinging to the width of his body. “I…I want you…to fuck me.” You moaned in his ear, kissing down the side of his neck urgently and feeling his arms curl around your back almost protectively.

Cody hummed lowly, like he was planning some kind of wicked compromise right before giving you what you wanted. “Louder, cyar’ika. Let Rex hear what you want me to do to you.” He muttered in your ear, kissing the space behind it agonizingly slowly. 

You whimpered pitifully at the thought of teasing your boyfriend by calling out another man’s name. Both of them lusting after you in some way made your body burn with arousal so hot you could barely remember your own name. Cody’s obscene words in your ear driving you to tease Rex almost into madness. He had ultimate control of everyone in the room and it set every nerve in your body on end.

From across the room, Rex stared at you, already blissed out once and completely overwhelmed by so much attention at the same time. He was a tortured, aroused mess, his clothes and armor scattered all over the floor around him. His bare chest was heaving as he worked at himself, slow and focused while you were taken apart bit by bit right in front of him. With nothing to do but yearn for you around him, he ached and thickened in his own hands, more full and angry than you could ever remember. And the look in his eyes said that no matter what Cody was going to put you through first, Rex was going to have the last of you, take the final turn and finish you the way he knew best.

You tipped your head back and rolled your hips against Cody’s cock between your thighs. “I need your cock, Commander. Fuck me.” You asked, lust dripping off your tongue with every syllable you spoke. Cody moaned quietly, a sinful sound escaping his composed frame. 

“Stars- she’s so fucking hot.” He swore, lifting you off of him and laying you down on his cot again, spinning you around on your belly with a few quick turns of his hand. His grip massaged down your sides and held you down by your waist as he thrusted up against your ass roughly. “I want to watch this tight little thing take me. Oh mesh’la, I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He panted, swatting your right cheek with a well placed slap. 

You raised your bottom higher, your face buried in the pillows as if to offer him the chance to strike you again if he wanted to. And oh you wanted him to. The heat of contact on your skin made you shudder with anticipation, the heat in your center starting to drip down your thighs all over again. “Again, sir. Please.” You whimpered softly, backing into him eagerly. 

“You’ve been holding out on me, cyar’ika. You can take a little more hmm? You want me to be rougher?” Cody asked, instructing you to confirm one more time just to be polite. You nodded quickly, reaching your hands back to search for his hold on you. “Use your words, sweet girl. You want me to spank you harder?”

“Yes, sir. Harder.” You whined, the heat in your belly a liquid so molten you were sure you’d melt if you got any hotter. Without another sound, he spanked the other side with slightly more force, the tingling sensation spreading down your thighs and up the small of your back. You cried out, your immediate reaction to the pain ending in a smiling giggle as you felt the endorphins rush to absorb the pleasure it brought you.

He dipped down, placing open mouthed, hot tongue kisses laving up your spine. “Yeah, you fucking like that? I know you do. Your mesh’la’s so strong, vod. Fearless, sexy, demanding, needy little thing. He’s so lucky. We’re gonna show him how lucky he is, aren’t we pretty girl?” He twisted his fingers in your hair and tugged up gently, lifting you to your knees to look directly at Rex.

Your entire front exposed, a sheen of sweat coating every curve of your body, Rex groaned audibly, his eyes wide and concentrated scowl broken as he watched you caving to Cody’s every demand. “Mhm.” You managed to squeal happily as Cody bent you over in front of him. He spread your legs wide and pressed your head into the blankets at the end of his mattress. You arched your back, opening yourself up for him and exhaling slowly as you waited anxiously for him to enter you like you wanted.

With one hand holding your face into position on the cot and the other keeping your entrance steady in front of him, Cody let out a string of curses as he exhaled. Clearly more aroused and falling apart than he was letting on earlier. He lined himself up with your entrance, deliberately circling the hole with his tip and making you flutter around him impatiently. 

He pushed in, shallow rolls of his hips to fuck into you with just the head of his cock. Your eyes rolled back in your head, waiting with bated breath and tense anticipation for him to stretch you around him more. Cody dove just deep enough to make you feel him, but not filling you up enough to cut the mounting pressure inside you.

You cried out for him, desperately trying to get him to move just a few inches to push you open. “Co-Commander…Cody…please. I want- want you. Inside me.” You panted.

His grip on the plush of your hips tightened, his breath fanning over your back as he exerted more energy than before. You could hear the tension rising in him now, his groans increasing in volume and his resolve to torture you so delightfully finally starting to break. “Oh you want it? You want it all? Want me to bury it in you? Wanna own my cock, mesh’la? Then beg…beg for it, pretty girl.”

You bit back sobs of frustration as he slipped himself inside so slowly it ached to be so close yet not feel any relief. “I want your cock, Sir. I want it so bad. All of it. Deep as you can…Cody please.” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as he guided his fingers over your clit to lessen the sting of overstimulation setting in. 

“Fuuuck. Listen to her, vod…exactly how I want her. Desperate for my cock. Sounds so perfect when she begs. Gonna let her fucking take it. Watch her fucking cry when she comes for me.” Cody rasped, his voice deep and booming as desire finally overtook him. He backed out gradually before ramming himself back inside so fully and completely it tore the breath from your lungs.

You scrambled for something to hold onto and found purchase in the blankets Cody had strategically placed to support you. When you finally found air to fill your lungs again, your exhale came out as a scream. Each full thrust split you apart and pressed into every aching spot inside your pounding walls. The drag of him entering and leaving the velvet of your insides had him panting and moaning in ecstasy, compliments and curses blending in your ears.

Every sense was totally overwhelmed and consumed by Cody’s presence. You could do nothing else but take each thrust and absorb every wickedly intense pulse of his cock against your insides. You could feel yourself collapsing around him, the tension winding tighter and heavier. Shockwaves splinter through every empty space inside you, pleasure beginning to filter in to break the tremendous burn of torture he was determined to put you through.

You could feel any resistance left inside you break as his groans and whimpers of pleasure got louder and louder. Happy tears of bliss leaked down your cheeks, soaking the blankets beneath you and mimicking the squelching sound of his cock fucking you impossibly deep. Your walls spasmed erratically as he drilled into you just a few times more. Your high pitched moans made Cody all but collapse on top of you, drawing his hips back to send you rocketing into your orgasm at lightspeed. 

Cody pulled you both up on your knees again, wrapping his arm around your waist as you writhed against the strength of his body behind you. “Look at him when you cum.” He panted, gripping your chin to turn you toward Rex, his frame barely visible past the haze of pleasure blurring your vision. “Let him see you, cyar’ika.” Cody muttered in your ear, kissing the side of your neck gingerly to bring you down from your high.

Your eyelids fluttered open to gaze at Rex as you began the descent down from your high. Rex was a disheveled mess, his lip swollen from biting down on it to keep quiet. His fist and lower torso were coated in ribbons of his own release, the sight of you finishing too much for him to resist giving into himself.

“Rex…baby....” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to clean him up and collapse into the comfort of his arms. He seemed exhausted, but happy. And you felt the same way. Completely spent and utterly fucked silly, you don’t know how Cody could even stand right now. You squirmed in his grasp, his arms loosening their grip on you as he understood what you wanted now more than ever before.

Cody set you down on your own two feet, wiping up his release from where he’d painted it on your back when he came. “You are such a good girl..the best. Thank you for obliging us.” He whispered softly, any trace of the filthy, dominant, near brutal man he was before completely erased from memory. “Now take that pretty little cunt back to who it belongs to. He’s waited his turn.” Cody chuckled, kissing your cheek a final time and urging you forward.

You wobbled forward on totally unsteady footing and collapsed in Rex’s lap. “M-missed, my Captain.” You muttered through the exhaustion, curling your thighs around his waist and pawing at his bare chest with needy hands. 

“Awh…that’s my favorite girl. Made us both feel so good, the way only you can, mesh’la.” Rex replied, twisting a finger in a few strands of hair and letting you come back to yourself in his arms safely. Aftercare was always his favorite time with you. “And fuck me- you looked so good. Get to pick you up and take you away cause you’re all mine? I am so lucky.”

You smiled against his warm, bronze skin and cooed little whispers of assurance and adoration in his ear. “I had so much fun. Commander’s very, very good. Next time…maybe I can let you each have a turn.” You giggled mischievously, feeling Rex’s cock jump excitedly underneath you.

“Next time, huh?” Rex said incredulously, looking back toward his brother sprawled out beneath his sheets and catching his breath. Cody smiled wide and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, shrugging his approval to do this again.

You gaze up at your perfect, sweet boyfriend and sigh dreamily at the thought of making him feel as good as you did Cody. Hopefully the next time would be soon. “I’m ready whenever you both are…should I call you Captain or Sir?” 

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 24

Jax's eyes widened in shock as he watched Delaney Grab the barrell of the gun. Lunging forward, taking Alex down to the floor as 3 shots of the gun fired, Jax screamed as he watched Delaney fly backwards. Smashing his fist into Alex face twice, Jax threw the gun away from him. He couldnt explain the relief he felt at the sound of the door flying open and the guys rushing in. Happy was the first to Jax's side. "Take this piece of shit to the warehouse. I want him alive Hap!" Jax barked orders he knew the Tacoma Killer would be glad to Obey. Juice, Tig and bobby followed behind Happy, there was no way that slimy fucker was running away now. Chibs and Gemma were all over Delaney. Jax stood next to Opie, gripping is hair in frustration as tears fell. "She grabbed the gun Ope. H-he said she had to choose. She grabbed the fucking gun!" Opie did his best to comfort his best friend. They'd grew up together, and he'd never seen Jax like this. Not even when Tara left. Jax always jumped to Anger first. Never let emotions get in the way. Fuck, he'd only seen him cry once and that was when he got the news his dad died. After that it was all fighting and drinking the pain away. "She's gonna be okay. She's a fighter. Shes survived the worst. It's gonna be alright man." And as Opie patted his best friends back, he hoped with everything he was right.

Chibs worked fast. Faster than he ever had. Cutting Jax's hoodie away, revealing the once white vest top underneath, he packed gauze into the open wound in her shoulder. "Its still in there. Im gonna have to pull the bullet out." He looked at Gemma as he spoke, unable to keep the worry from his face. He'd never had to work on an old lady before, let alone his VPS. "Shouldnt we get her to the hospital? Shes pregnant for god sakes!" Gemma questioned. Clay and Chibs shook their heads at the same time. "No. It raises too many questions. Shes been in and out of hospital too much recently. I can handle this Gem. Shes gonna be fine." Gemma shook her head, hoping what he was saying was true. Jax leaned over his girl, kissing her forehead. "Shes got a shoulder wound. The other two bullets missed her. Shes very lucky lad, but shes gonna have to rest after this. The doctor said no stress and i dont know what effect this would have had on the baby." Jax nodded at chibs, not being able to manage words. He stayed there, leaning over the love of his life as she lay unconscious on their living room floor. He begged whoever was up there, God, his Dad, Thomas, that both her and their baby would be okay. She didnt deserve this. She didnt deserve any of it. Him? He was far from perfect. Maybe this was Karma for everything he had done wrong in his life. The best thing that ever happened to him was going to be ripped away.

White hot pain. Thats what Delaney felt when she opened her eyes. "Fuck" She groaned as she tried to sit up, but a hand flew out to stop her moving. "Dont." Jax spoke softly as he sat on the side of their bed. "Alex.." He cut her off. "Happy has him up at the warehouse on the Wahiwah. He's not getting away this time, im gonna make sure of it." Delaney sighed, "I was so scared he was gonna hurt you." Jax cupped her face and kissed her gently. "I cant believe you grabbed the gun. You idiot! You couldve been killed, Our baby..." It was Delaneys turn to cut him off. "I wasnt going to let you get hurt because of me. Yes im an idiot, but your important Jax. Your needed." Tears fell from Jax's eyes as he kissed her again. "Your needed. I need you" Delaney wrapped her arms around him, hissing at the pain and trying to be gentle because of the stitches. "I love you Teller" Jax smiled at her . "I love you too you idiot." Gemma, Chibs and Clay made their way into the bedroom at that point. Each of them wanting to check on her and Chibs handing her much needed painkillers."Now we know your both okay. I have halfsack fixing the bullet holes in your living room and Happy's getting antsy. He needs to know what to do with the scumbag." Clay questioned Jax. "I want to see him." Delaney stated to the shock of everyone in the room. "It's my turn to get answers. Also i have a question, has anyone else noticed this fucker only re surfaces after Tara rears her ugly head and causes an argument?" She could see everyone thinking it over. "Think about it, both times hes come back and attacked me its been when Tara has managed to seperate me and Jax." Chibs and Gemma nodded. "The bitch has to be involved some how." Delaney stood from the bed, "We'll im gonna find out." Jax tried to stop her but it was no use.

Delaney was determined to find out Tara's involvement in all of this.

She wanted Answers and she didnt care who she was going to have to go through to get them.

[pinkponkporpoise]

Antisemitism and Islamophobia are so exhausting. i just dont want children to be slaughtered anymore. I dont want to sit pretty while people are attacking each other and being bombed. I dont want starving people to be shot at while trying to get food. At the end of the day, these are HUMAN BEINGS. CHILDREN. BABIES.

They dont deserve to grow up in this hellscape.

Occupation destroys everything. It's destroyed historical buildings and books, entire cultures and languages, family lines. Human beings. Children. Babies. Gone. Without a chance?

I feel sick. I pray that the killing stops every single day, and somehow we can emerge more peaceful, calm and diplomatic on the other side. Humans are capable of great things, good or bad. Let's just do something good, instead of allowing a culture and people to die, yet again. What number would this be then?

I stand with Palestine, and I stand for peace within the state following the dissolution of the Israeli occupation and removal of US (and any supporting nation's) interference. It does not mean that Israelis need to die, it means complete decolonization. People shouldnt have to die, and their murders certainly shouldnt be justified in any way. This is a human life, someone who may have made the same mistakes as any other, or someone who is purely innocent. A child.

At what point do we look at ourselves and ask "why is my life worth more than someone else's? What makes any life worth more or less than the next?"

Maybe i dont know what im talking about but I do know that i care about children and the future of children, and cycles of violence MUST end in order for a child to prosper to their fullest, and to grow up secure and protected.

Save the children of Palestine. Free Palestine. No one is free until we all are.

[nowordsformylove]

I would love to hear more ideas from your jonesmith list if you’d like to share 🤲

yes absolutely I'll put it under a read more because it's going to be a lot.

ok so I know I've mentioned some of these before as ideas but I'll start with the ones that I drafted fics for:

Davy wants to take Mike out on a perfect date to show him just how deep his feelings are but the date keeps getting ruined and at the end he thinks he failed and that Mike wont like him now because he ruined their first date.

Mike keeps using terms of endearment for Davy and at first he doesnt notice because Mike calls everyone babe but when they get more romantic like sweetheart or honey Davy thinks that hes doing it to purposely fluster him and he decides to do it back. Mike suddenly stops doing it and Davy is confused why he misses it.

Davy notices that Mike never goes out on any dates and tries to secretly wingman for him by talking him up to all the girls they meet. When he realizes that Mike doesnt like girls he decides to help him win a guy.

Prince and the Pauper episode from the POV of Mike and Davy being in a secret relationship.

these are the ones that I never drafted fics for:

Similar to the nickname one above where Mike keeps calling Davy things like "tiny" and "short stuff" and hes not letting up. This was been frustrating Davy in more ways than one. Based on this post.

Wanted to write something centered around Davy's lovely plush lips and Mike noticing just how full and pretty they are and now that hes noticed he cant stop thinking about wanting to kiss him.

I had outlined a fic idea about Mike going out with a girl and Davy feeling jealous but he also feels guilty because hes always the one that gets the girl so he shouldnt be mad she picked Mike over him, but the more time Mike spends with her the more he realizes hes not jealous of Mike hes jealous of HER. The way I drafted this fic made it seem like it would work better for jork so I put it on the back-burner. (specifically the way I had the confession scene planned seemed more like a Peter-move than a Mike-move).

RPF fic set around 66/67 where Davy thinks Mike is very handsome (real life) and cool and he has a tiny "bro crush" on him. He goes out and buys a coat similar to Mike's but Micky ends up teasing him about it in front of Mike making him aware of Davy's little crush. Mike invites him out for drinks and then propositions him 🤭

Similar to above with it being an RPF fic based on the story where Mike left his own party to hop on his private jet to fly back to Texas just to get a burger, but in this Davy accepts the offer to go with and they fuck on his private jet.

I reallllyyyy wanted to do something for the episode too many girls but I could never come up with anything concrete. Always thought about Mike being upset at the idea of Davy leaving the group to be with some girl.

Wanted to do something for some like it lukewarm with crossdressing Davy but it was hard to get from "Davy hated crossdressing and refused to do it again" to "Davy dresses up again and acts all feminine for Mike's pleasure"

Really wanted to do a size difference fic but didnt know if I wanted to do Davy loves Mike's huge dick or "Mike loves Davy's tiny dick (SAD I couldn't decide on a pov because they are both so good).

I also thought briefly about a fic where Davy pressures Mike into having sex with him but that was more of a spur of the moment thought from my toxic yaoi loving mind haha... but what if 😳 needy Davy begging for Mike to fuck him and Mike who only feels useful when hes needed by the people around him. teehee

I also was planning to do a group poly fic centered on Davy being the group slut who gets fucked by all the guys it was going to be four parts (seperate but related) 1. jork 2. jonesmith 3. jolenz 4. group but I kinda lost my motivation for this one 😭 I DID start the jonesmith one and since they can all be read as one shots I may finish it and post it on its own rather than in a series.

[plasticfangtastic]

The Boys season 4 trailer rambles. 1/2

Got a couple things on my mind after seeing the trailer 3 times, and if i get anything wrong...just accept am rambling and seeing shit.

this is ll out of order btw.

first off--

Sister Sage and The Deep date night? 👀

Love how they are having blooming onions, just love how the deep is risking onion breath on a date with a girl way above his level, like you are such a confident man.

Got a feeling this two scenes happen right after each other.

His fucked up way to comfrot Ryan after he gets upset over killing somebody, I am more surprised to know that Homelander was there and presumably early enough to have stopped Ryan from killing pancake man, no doubt he is proud of him in the back doubt he is angry at him in any way, also we might get Homie eating/drinking soemthing other than oysters and milk but I would not be shocked if its for a guest of Ryan (Maybe Zoe?) unless he develop a healthy relationship with sugary food since he got his son.

baking cookie scene I supposed (ignroed the edit on the image) wonder what conversation transpired here, did Butcher told Ryan about Becca and HL and somehow he still picked HL?

Was he going to but he chickened out the moment HL showed up? or did HL gave him visitation's rights and showed up once he realized Butcher was gonna blabber, bcuz Ryan looked like he was about to cry.

Are we gonna get treated to a whole ass The Seven on Ice sequence?

Like why? but also Homelander should wear this sparkly ass suit, like you know he would look so fine in it.

and I guess we get spoiled the fate of the one characther I will never understand the vitriol and hatred people have over which is Todd, guess the Deep and company will just bash him and his buddies head like is Purge night, he might not be todd and I mean background dude next to hat guy but he looks like todd to me, so i guess we can have MM and his wife get back together.

due to spoilers I know whats going on in this scene(I forgot to screen shot the face of Firecracker in this scene as she looks almost remorseful to kill Cameron over here) also they probably shouldnt have showed Cameron and the Gen V kids so early on the trailers, we can also see Sister Sage and Tek Knight in the background, and I think Ashley was also in the room which we then see her proabbly trying to figure out how to survive this shit with Also Ashley.

I love Ashley but she reeps what she sows after what she did to the Gen V kids cuz both Sam and Cate are direct victims of her actions.

What shocks me the most is that A-Train is in both the killing of Todd and Cameron, are these the moments that made him realize that he has to run away (no pun intended) from HL, this coupled with Hughie's voice over makes me feel like that might be the case.

end of part 1/2

[woomycritiques543]

-and before people say:

"WHAT IF THIS WAS AN ANIMATION ERROR?!"

Just know, that they would have to draw the horns- LINE BY LINE!

Even the eyelashes (the feminine aspect) was taken away.

All of the feminine or female (the horns) parts were taken away and they made the character entirely cis passing, and in order for the episode to come out- Vivziepop would have had to examine almost every shot to make sure things went smoothly.

Even other comments just outright said "DID SHE KEEP HER DICK- OR NAH?!" Like- it's so creepy?!

I get being attracted to a trans girl, but when it comes to the point where she's constantly sexualized by the staff and fans alike. -and the fact that Vivziepop supported a transphobe willingly but then lied about it in her apology, even after mentioning the tweets that she apparently "didnt" see, but did, as shown here:

When she did- she DID see the tweets that she's pretending that she didnt see, and just to make it worse- she defended the tweets and called transphobia a "IMPORTANT POLITICAL DISCUSSION!" and "not" something that shouldnt exist in the first place-

Which is TRANSPHOBIA!

-and racism! Something Vivziepop was very much familiar with at the time, but excused anyway behind the scenes by saying that stereotypes (including black ones!) were just "hyperbole!" and "not" something that could legitamately cause someone harm.

-and these comments are far from outdated, since she hired Brandon Rodgers, a influencer who thrives off of anti black and fatphobic content. Each of his videos, either mentioning how "GROSS" someone is for being plus sized, or some black stereotype of some kind EVERY SINGLE time he has a black actress in the video.

The women in his videos that arent played by him arent even given any actual roles most of the time- they're just objectifed are used to represent women in the most degrading ways possible!

Look at the difference: Look at the fucking difference.

So clearly, Vivziepop very much is still ok with stereotypes when she hires people, for her "progressive brownie points!" show that also thrive off of anti blackness and fatphobic stereotypes!

IT'S AWFUL!

[comradeboyhalo]

I feel like the issue with comparing the QSMP to DnD is that the islanders would all be different levels, but the writers have to handle everything as if they are the same level. BBH was able to take on 3 eye works and even kill one solo, meanwhile the morning crew got their behinds handed to them by a group of lesser ratio. How do you balance combat for BBH the level 10 Warlock alongside Fit the level 3 Paladin?

yess youre definitely right! ive been thinking about this too, cause i think the dnd approach is necessary for the storytelling (i.e the idea of a loose plot map that the players stitch together), but combat is a different matter. also now im just going to start thinking out loud so please dont take any of what i say below seriously LOL you gave me an excuse to ramble!

overall i also dont really think its the actual combat that needs tweaking. its really more that the players need ground rules of what commands/godmodding the admins can do, or whether or not egg admins are teleporting themselves back ooc. there just needs to be communication about whether or not these fights are winnable, cause players need to have some agency and not feel demotivated, especially seeing some of the reactions from fit/bagi/tubbo. i want players to feel regret, i dont want them to chalk it all up to "oh the admins are just op". there shouldnt be a meta explanation like that, yknow? but ill also talk about fight balancing cause now im curious and want to brainstorm :D

to be fair, bad was only able to take down the eye workers because he started throwing mines, and thats something he's only able to do solo. if mines are out, then it just comes down to him tanking all the hits, because no weapon of his can do enough damage to kill them. qsmp already is doing some type of balancing with the enchanted stick: in that case, the worker who deals the most could focus on bad and burn through his totems while the rest deal with weaker islanders. i also think confusion is a really useful tool, which is why the mobs during code attacks were so scary with the blindness/weakness effects. the best "choreographed" code fights happened when there were waves of mobs, and the code attacked intermittently. this gives weaker players something killable to focus on and giving stronger players a bigger enemy (the npc) if need be, while also automatically hindering their fighting because of crossfire and effects. bad is a lot more cautious with his hits in group battles too.

i think the bigger issue is that armor is so strong on the server that you need crazy good weapons to make a dent. but no one has crazy good weapons except for the admins and etoiles. to get anywhere, the islanders need really creative ways to deal damage while not contributing to crossfire. and this stacks up the odds against all the islanders, whether theyre strong fighters or not. if its doable, the players need to know that its doable, cause rn even bad's idea with reinforced cobwebs was shot down when bagi told him they could just break it in creative mode. which brings me back to my first point. COMMUNICATE SOME GROUND RULES!

but anyways everything im saying is pointless cause i dont know what the lore reasons are 😭. i dont know what the story goals are rn so i cant offer up any good ideas. i really hope that the goal isn't to kill eggs, because i honestly think the qsmp has proven pre-purgatory that we don't need egg-centric storylines to keep the plot rolling. i think a lot of fun fights (and even deaths) can still happen without it feeling forced on the player and viewer end.