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territorial-tarot-tahr · 17 days

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C.o.D smut

Word count: 6.3k

CW: Blood and general menstruation if that's gross to you, don't read it. There's self loathing but as a backdrop. Also explicit sexual content below the cut.

Summary: AFAB/Transmasc reader is in pain and Soap tries to help.

P.o.V: Second Person

Again, if you found my A03 from this, no you didn't. Shut up. This one's shorter and a bit older(4months?)than the prior piece. I'm also gonna be so real and say this was written as a mostly self indulgent piece so that's why it's stupidly corny.

No spoilers for any C.o.D game.

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Sweat seemed to find permanent residency on your skin, the ring around your neck was already evidence enough of that. Every second that you felt the uncomfortable ache, it seemed to cut open the scars along your chest again. People who needed to know, knew. People who didn't, didn't. Price and the medical team knew, but that was the extent. You figured the information was on a more need-to-know basis, and as such, only the aforementioned individuals and an otherwise small list knew.

This list didn't include your 189cm, Scottish lover-boy. Whether out of fear of rejection, or attempt of denial by ignoring, you still hadn't gotten around to it. He'd yet to do anything that would make you think he wouldn't be alright with it, but it was still a risky step you weren't eager to take. You'd found yourself awoken in a disgruntled haze, hair coated in drool and some in your mouth as you blinked awake. A familiar coil of discomfort had knotted itself in your gut. With no heating pad, you'd simply dragged yourself off your cot and to the kitchen after a quick stop in the latrine, which had turned up a few painkillers that seemed to be taking their sweet time. You'd had painful cramps before, sure. But usually you had taken proper care to count and keep track of when to expect them, and as such, you were loaded up on preemptive painkillers.

You hadn't found yourself as prepared or lucky this time. This month you'd simply lost track considering that you'd been on a mission for around two weeks at the point and the focus had been more on whether you'd be alive in any given moment rather than when you'd start bleeding. Well, you reap what you sow. And now here you were, fighting your urge to double over and lay curled up on the floor till you passed out. At least the floor would probably be colder than the heat that felt as if it was stuck to your skin like a damp shirt. That was fair, your shirt was pretty soaked in sweat at the moment.

Coffee cup after coffee cup seemed the easier answer than laying back down at the mercy of your already wide-awake mind. You couldn't wager a guess on how long you'd stood there waiting, time seemed to slip away from you. The small clock on the wall made a dull chorus of clicks as the second hand flicked by, and the 24 hour digital clock nearby clicked in chorus at every minute. Despite this, your attention did not drift to them, or the whirr of the overachieving air conditioner above, which did nothing to lessen your sweat. Instead, your attention seemed more than eager to slip away to your white-knuckled grip on the rim of the sink, a dish towel at each palm with cold water providing some relief. His hands were on your hips before you'd even realized he was actually behind you.

His breath was warm in your unwashed hair, and his calloused fingers had already begun to dig into the fabric of your shirt. Your forehead was against the cool wood of the cabinet, and it took everything in your power to try not to focus on what you assumed might've been very early morning wood. Or genuinely just something in his pocket.

"Couldn't sleep?" His remark was sarcastic, the answer already evident as your trembling fingers worked grime off the rim of a mug. You shuddered in response, his breath warm on your neck as gooseflesh covered your body. A t-shirt and plaid pajama pants were evidently not enough to keep the cold away or hold it at bay and since it was easier to find a practically permanent spot in the barracks than getting an apartment, you found yourself cutting your loses.

"Army of coffee cups around here not tipping you off?" Your comment seemed snark-ier than you had intended, but your hand on his and a gentle squeeze seemed to be enough of an apology. Dark bags were under your eyes, fatigue and exhaustion was evident on your face as you turned to look at him over your shoulder. His shirt was faded, stains from coffee and cigarette butts formed their own patterns across the barely recognizable band logo it had once shown. Either he'd slept in his shoes and jeans or he'd decided to put them on after noticing you'd gotten up in the night.

"Collective break room. Cups were just as likely to be yours as they were to be Simons." He yawned as he leaned further against you. His footing wasn't lost but it seemed slightly comical in the moment how lazy he was trying to be. Too tired to stand up straight but enough energy to not only realize you'd woken up, but also notice you were acting odd and try to get to the bottom of it. His voice was rough, evidently still half asleep as he continued. "All I'm askin' is, what's eatin' yuh?"

You huffed softly and shuffled where you stood. You mumbled incoherently as John patted your hip, his fingers rubbed the fabric for a moment longer. He traced the indent of your hip bone against your pants before leaning down to hold his face against your neck. He spoke quietly, his voice muffled as he made a comment about you needing to eat more. You neglected to answer, scoffing and rolling your eyes as you instead pushed his hands from your hips to hold your waist instead. You heard his soft grunt of amusement before it faded to a yawn again.

He kissed along your neck for a moment as he took the mug and carelessly tossed it into the sink. A few moments more and he'd planted his feet before hoisting you up onto the counter. You'd never been particularly short, but sitting on the counter was what it took for you to be eye level with John. You could see his eyes were matched by yours with similar rings of dark circles. His lacked the bloodshot lines that creeped at the corners of yours but regardless, it was still evident that he was tired.

His lips found your neck and he bit your skin gently, leaving a small red mark that bloomed on your skin as he patted your thighs with his warm palms. His eyes searched yours for any cues he was missing, something he was supposed to be getting but wasn't, though you knew if you did decide to try and make him guess that it would be hours before he'd even be on the correct ballpark of correct answers. Easier just to throw him a bone. Something vague that would get him to back off for a bit. The back of your head touched a cabinet as you leaned back. You swiped your hand across your mouth to remove any excess coffee before shrugging.

"Just not- I'm not feeling all that great." Your brows were knit in a small scowl as you wrung your hands together. Your palms were sweaty, a sigh on your lips as his hands squeezed your waist again. His hands were warm. You could feel it through your shirt as he gently kneaded some of the skin. He didn't even seem to realize he was doing it, working more off of what felt good rather than thinking through his moves.

He attempted a light-hearted scoff as he scrutinized your excuse. Though you were unamused regardless and shoved at his shoulder, a sneer tugging at your lips. Though he quickly kissed you on the mouth, the sneer leaving your face as his lips met yours. You wagered he used more force than he meant to, as your neck was being forced to an odd angle with the back of your head against the cabinet.

"'ve seen yuh get shot, stabbed, punched, pinned. Seen all that shite. And I know yuh don't go all mopey or secretive about it. Talk to me, gaol. What's actually got yuh wide awake?" Damn, he was earnest as hell. You avoided his practically pleasing gaze as he implored you to share whatever your burden was, whatever ailed you in the moment. Whatever it was, he wanted to share it or at least try and get you to open up. You swallowed hard and you couldn't be sure if you would actually articulate anything if you opened your mouth. You weren't sure whether you wanted to or not either.

One of his hands left your hips and ran through your hair and you leaned into the touch as you begrudgingly met his gaze. Cold sweat sat in your tresses and you wondered how he could stand to touch your slicked locks.

"I'm not pulling your leg, Johnny. I'm not feeling all too hot right now. That's all." Your insistence came out as almost wishy-washy. A whiny complaint as you sat on the counter and stared at him through weary eyes. Your statement earned you unforseen side effects in the form of a cheeky grin as he kissed your cheek and spoke in a teasing tone.

"Yer definitely lookin' hot if it's any consolation."

Oh. Oh. It had little to no intention of telling him that regardless of how "hot" you looked right now, you felt like a ketchup bottle of blood and no amount of flattery would really help that.

You only seemed to register his further attempts at testing the waters when one of his hands found the hem of your shirt. He maintained eye contact as he began to tug your shirt up slightly, exposing the lower muscles of your abdomen. He seemed to be waiting more for your consent and permission, trying to see how up for action you were at the moment. He was met with you grabbing his wrist as you practically snapped:

"Wait." From you as you stared him down, wide-eyed with an air of panic streaked on you.

It wasn't as though you'd never gotten intimate before, but being intimate with him specifically would be new. You'd had a few partners in highschool but none who were important enough to mention. They'd also only known you from before your first surgery. When you'd been grabbing onto anything in an attempt to try and force yourself into the idea that if you could play the part of a highschool girl, then maybe you'd find some kind of satisfaction in that life. You didn't enjoy that part of your past, and as such you hadn't disclosed it to your peers.

You'd been too cautious to let John know about your surgery yet, too worried that he'd treat or think of you differently. As such, you'd usually turn the topic to him. With intimate times usually culminating in you practicing your blow or hand job skills or simply just denying intimacy altogether on some occasions. You always remained fully dressed, with your most casual being a tank top and shorts. You let him touch freely over your top, and he usually ended up holding the back of your head but that was the extent. You tried to focus intimacy back to him, focusing on making him feel good.

He'd always done his best to be understanding while still expressing concern for you. Nights of one-sided intimacy ended with him asking in earnest if there was something he could do for you. Stating he "didn't want to leave you with blue balls". You'd always shrugged it off and insisted you were alright, to which he'd find some way to repay you sooner or later. He'd grab a copy of a book he knew you wanted, try and cook you something in the barrack's kitchen or simply get you flowers when he saw them.

He'd done nothing that would make you think he wouldn't be accepting, and yet you still found your stomach in knots and your heart pounding away in your chest as his fingers cautiously rested on your shirt. His eyes searched yours and despite your unsure inner turmoil, you still found that you couldn't find it in yourself to ask him to stop. You wanted him to know. You wanted to stop feeling guilty. To stop feeling like it was some kind of shameful secret that you had to hide from him.

Your throat seemed suddenly and uncomfortably dry. A few swallows did nothing to quell the dry spot that seemed less than eager to leave. John removed his hand from your shirt, letting one stay on your hip and bringing the other up open palmed by his head as if in surrender.

"Not looking to tic you off, 'pologies." It was clear that there was guilt in his tone as he gently squeezed your hip again. His face gained a slight blush of embarrassment at having driven that strong of a reaction from you. Christ, had he pissed you off? Had he made things worse? Here you were simply trying to deal with whatever was makin' you get up in the middle of the night and he came along and pissed you off. Great going genius. Dumbass.

His internal monologue was practically written across his face as his gaze went from the coffee mugs, to the cabinets, the ceiling and really anything that wasn't your face. In return, you found your own embarrassment creeping on your face. He'd been trying to do something for you, to be nice and you'd snapped. You'd snapped at him for something that you had planned on doing yourself. Damnit. Alright, off with the band-aid.

"I didn't mean to yell, you just- you just startled me. That's all." It was time for your own gaze to be best friends with the floor as you continued speaking. "I'd just like to ask a selfish promise of you first. Is that okay?"

"Oddly serious."

"John."

"Sorry. Alright, ask away."

How do you phrase this? You'd never really had to think of it before, you'd naively assumed that you could cruise through the relationship without the topic ever coming up.

"Just promise that you won't get mad at me."

He paused for a moment, his eyebrow cocked up in an arch as he gnawed the inside of his cheek.

"Sounds like it's gonna depend on what yer about to spring on me."

You seemed ready to insist and he quickly amended his statement, a kiss on your forehead before he spoke.

"Yes, sorry. I promise I won't be mad at you."

You paused before nodding in acknowledgement and guiding his free hand back to your shirt hem. His fingers ran along the cloth for a few moments more before eventually tugging the cloth up again. His other hand joined the first in the ordeal of lifting up your shirt and before long, he was holding the balled up shirt in one hand haphazardly. Your thin scars sat pale and discolored against the rest of your skin and you saw his eyes trace over your body a few times before meeting your gaze again. There, you'd done it. Your cheeks burned what you could only assume was a vibrant scarlet as you waited for some statement of acknowledgement or a scoff. Maybe a huff before he broke down your self esteem.

Though you were eventually met with a sympathetic look as his set your shirt to the side and resumed holding your hips.

"That all?"

Was that all?

You'd shown the man what had been your secret. What kept you awake on some nights just wondering in a cold sweat about how he'd react, if he'd insult you, demean you. Break up with you on the spot, spread the word among your peers. Leave you getting stared at when you walked into a room. But what you'd earned instead was a "That all?"

"The fuck do you mean, 'that all?'" You weren't livid, you weren't annoyed, honestly you couldn't place what you were. Had you wanted some big reaction out of him? Had you wanted a big emotional confrontation? Well, no, but what you'd wanted at least something. Not a reaction that made it seem like you were being dismissed.

You opened your mouth to speak again and instead found him cutting you off with an abrupt kiss that bumped your head against the cabinet again from the force he'd used. He held the kiss for longer than you found normal and just as you were about to try and tap on his shoulder as a reminder that you needed to break for air, he pulled away and laughed quietly to himself as his hands rested on his own hips.

"Laddie, you had me worried yuh were about to reveal some kind of second head or fused twin in some Total Recall type of shite. Maybe a really corny tattoo that I would laugh at 'und not be able to take yuh seriously because of. But this? I don't get how yuh think I'd be mad about it. 'Could spend hours jus' starin' at you if yuh'd let me. What I'm getting at here, is that yer quite possibly the most gorgeous guy I've had the fortune of layin' eyes on. Scars or not." Near the end of his accented monologue, he gently began cupping the your face before kissing your forehead again.

Your mind seemed to have paused, processing everything slowly. Maybe you were just hormonal. Maybe you just had pent up aggression from something else, but you found self loathing begin to rush over you in droves as you thought about the aforementioned nights laying in puddles of your cold sweat as you worried and terrified yourself with an endless sleep of scenarios and what-ifs that scared you into not telling him for so long. And yet here he was. He seemed to be barely thrown-off his paces.

You found tears lining your vision, frustration at yourself as well as some swell of relief had planted seed in your heart as you leaned forward to cry into his shoulder. He looked fairly surprised or at least unexpecting of that reaction, though he quickly found his role again. One hand moved to be buried in your hair and gently massaging your scalp as the other found your back and gently patted it between your gasping inhales.

One of the few things that kept you from wailing into the material of his shirt, was the knowledge that you weren't trying to awake or draw the attention of any late night walkers nearby. Instead, you did your best for emotional release via choked sobs and your quivering breaths. You grabbed a handful of his shirt with one hand and your other wrapped under his arm to hold tightly to his back as you gave another shaky inhale and left the impression of your tears and spit in darkened patches across his shirt.

"Gotta throw this into the dryer before I call it in for the night, yeah?" He chuckled quietly into your hair as he gave you a squeeze. He was warm against you, and you found your lungs gradually being able to work actual proper breaths into your chest. Your crying hadn't lasted all that long, but your process of calming down and simply laying against him lasted far longer. He planted another kiss on your head before gently holding your jaw in his warm hands. He swiped his thumbs across your face to wipe away your stray tears.

He held your gaze for a few moments longer before speaking. His voice was quiet, his eyes searching yours as he attempted to check if you were alright or not yet in an unspoken question. You gave one final quivering exhale as you collected your thoughts and what dignity you had left.

A few moments more and you had calmed down fully and you'd hopped off the counter. He held your hand in a firm but gentle grip and it seemed like he had something more to say, but you cut off him. Figuring that you owed him an explanation for his initial question.

"I'm cramping. That's why I'm down here. Couldn't sleep."

It seemed clear that he wasn't sure what you were speaking of initially. His mind most likely moving through any of the training or sparring sessions where he might've hit you harder than necessary or when you could've possibly sprained it. Though a few moments more and a few embarrassed hand gestures from you, he seemed to get the gist. Your cheeks gained the splash of bright red again as you saw him begin trying to think through how to help.

"Pain killers?"

"A couple in my system right now. Not helping."

"..heatin' pad?"

"Couldn't find one."

He paused in his suggestions and it was clear he had something working in his mind as he stared at you for a moment longer before giving his next idea.

"You uh- you try an orgasm yet?"

You quickly threw a swing and slugged him in the shoulder as you scrunched your eyes to a glare. You called him a pervert and you saw him smile subtly as he feigned pain from your punching. He rubbed his arm and gave a quick hiss through his teeth as he continued pretending your attack had hurt him, complaining half-heartedly that you would leave a bruise. Regardless, he let you continue to punch him a few more times, though the smile and crinkle of the corners of his eyes made it clear he was anything but upset.

"Lay off, lay off." He chuckled for a moment as he took your hands in his before moving them to your side, though you quickly crossed your arms as you shot him a half-hearted glare.

"Look, all I'm sayin', luv is that I was with a girl a good number of years back. Anytime it was shark week she'd ask for some time together and I, being the astute gentleman that I am, would say yes. She was claimin' it made her feel better for a littl' while. I ain't sayin' there's some great biological flare to it, but at the very least, it took her mind off it for a while if there ain't any other explanation." He cast you a subtle smile before planting another kiss on the side of your neck, taking care to bite the skin and leave a red blemish.

Your brows furrowed as you scrunched up your face in a mild show of scrutinization. You were sure his story had some merit to it in terms of the source material but in terms of whether or not it actually meant anything? Whatever it was, he believed what he was saying even if you were suspicious of it. You found the warmth of his hands had been traveling up slowly but surely, with his hands now on your side instead of your hips. As he held your eye contact, the question was practically written on his face. His eyebrows were raised as he waited for your answer. One of his hands still squeezed your side but the other dropped slowly to rest on the curve of your groin through your pants. Damn it. What did you really have to lose?

"You know this is insanely unsanitary, yeah?"

Your protest was practically token at this point. You had little intention of actually backing down now but you still wanted to put all the cards on the table. Some kind of disclosure. Or at the very least one final chance for him to back out if he had his own doubts he'd been too polite to speak.

"Well aware." His tone was matter-of-factly in that his will or decision wouldn't be the one wavering. Though it was clear you were more than welcome to still change your mind if you wanted to. He'd slung your t-shirt along with his underneath you in leu of a towel or blanket considering he didn't want to risk waking anyone up on his way to the barracks. The hour was still late enough that no one else was awake. No one else should've been awake. The clock gave another scornful series of clicks and you watched his jaw already at work even as he stood with his hands on his hips staring at your closed knees.

"Are you chewing gum?"

"......maybe. That an issue?"

"Johnny, I don't want you somehow spitting gum in my- look when did you even get it?"

You watched as he quickly swallowed the piece without hesitation and shrugged as he glanced back to you. He began to speak with a tone that made it clear his comment was satirical. Or at the very least an attempt at self depreciation to try and make you more comfortable since you seemed less than whole-y in your element. He wasn't entirely stupid. He was sure if he was laying splayed out like a Christmas turkey on table, he wouldn't exactly be full of confidence. He spoke with his hands. That was something you'd begun to notice during your months of being together. And it seemed reflected now with how he spoke with vague gestures and a grin that now tugged at his lips, revealing the tops of his teeth and some hints of gums.

"Feel like there's a lot of unwarranted judgement coming my way about my breath care and gum habits. Specifically coming from someone who's asking me to eat them out or fuck their pussy till they see stars."

You cringed slightly from your spot on the table, you propped yourself up on your elbows as you stared at him from between your knees. You were sure he hadn't meant anything by it, and in all honesty you couldn't pin down why you disliked it either. But his use of "pussy" just made your stomach churn more than the cramps were already.

"Y'mind not calling it that?"

"Callin' it what? A pussy?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. I mean I can be gross and jus' call it a hole if yuh'd like. That sound insanely sexy? 'Laddie, please let me fuck your hole.'" He trailed off into a quiet laugh as he wiped his lips. It seemed clear that he was working through compromises in his mind. As much as he was joking, it seemed clear he was still trying to find a solution that pleased you. He ran his pointer finger and thumb over his top lip, rubbing what stubble had managed to grow out before he settled on one.

"Does 'cunt' work?"

You raised an eyebrow in response, seemingly more of a "convince me" rather than an absolute "no". You adjusted the shirts underneath your hips, your flannel pants were catching on the fabric and you found a short internal monologue crossing your mind as you began wondering why you hadn't already taken them off. You felt foolish. They were going to come off anyways, so why'd that have to be part of whatever attempt at being "sexy" he'd pull? Whatever. Your internal monologue was cut off by his voice soon after.

"Simple yes or no. If I were to say-" His voice started off at what you assumed was his attempt at "husky" but considering his accent, was more so borderline incomprehensible in the beginning. "There is nothing more that I'd like to do right now than grab your knees, snap your legs open and eat out your cunt like it was the last fuckin' meal on this whole damn planet-" He trailed off, his fingers had begun tracing along your hips again before eventually fondling the tassels of your pants as he undid them. When he was done, his fingers were hooked along the seam of your waist and and he was leaning his head against your partially parted legs, his cheek on your knee.

"What would yuh do then? Would that be doin' anythin' for yuh?" You feigned deep thought, rubbing your chin for a moment as you egged him on. You brought your other knee to the other side of his head and gently squeezed.

"I'd probably say I'd need a bit more convincing."

He brought a hand up to haphazardly grab at the thigh of the leg that he wasn't leaning against. He opened your legs slightly further and he enunciated his syllables further now with dropping his head and inch of two. "Alright well what 'bout this," He hummed in thought for a moment or two as he mulled over what to say.

"I could say somethin' along the lines of 'seein' you splayed out like this with a cunt that's practically begging for me to fuck, 'und a mouth that's beggin' me to kiss it. You've got eyes that make me want to get lost in 'em. You've got a voice like music." He seemed to laugh for a second before adding onto the monologue, almost in a purposely attempt to ruin whatever blissful or heartfelt tone. "You've got a cunt that I'd be more than happy to already be inside of by now."

This was met with a surprisingly sheepish grin from you as you used a hand to shove his face off your leg as you tuned away and attempted to keep some kind of cool or reserved exterior.

"Yeah sure. I guess that'd do something for me." With that confirmation of yours, he cast you a toothy grin again before making quick work of your pajamas pants. He had first bitten the hem and tugged them down a few inches, but after a look of confusion that you shot him, he quickly abandoned that idea and instead just used his hands like a normal person. He'd balled them up and tossed your pants aside without much thought. His lips soon found your abdomen and he began planting kisses all along your visible skin.

When he got to your chest, he cast you a glance. It seemed more like confirmation of permission as he held your gaze. You gaze a curt nod of acknowledgement, almost more akin to embarrassment before he exhaled warm breath onto your skin. You were met with a string of chaste kisses along one of your scars as he gently squeezed your sides. One of his knees was hiked up onto edge of the table as he leaned further forward, the kisses continuing to follow. The kisses turned to hickies as he began leaving red marks that bloomed across your skin, and you watched as he stared in some amount of odd satisfaction as the marks began to cover larger amounts of different patches of your skin.

He left another blooming red mark on the bottom of your jaw before capturing your lips in a kiss. One of his hands became tangled in your hair, grabbing almost a whole fistful as he held onto you with some depraved amount of desperation that you couldn't even be sure the origin of. After a while, he seemed to remember that it was a good idea to let you breath, and he broke the kiss. Staring down at you through hazy eyes as he huffed quietly. His huffing left every exhale as a puff of his breath straight to your face, and you counted yourself lucky that he'd had the forethought to chew the gum before hand.

He shot you a quick grin before quickly slipping off you and moving to stand at the edge of the table again. He wiped his hands on his pants though he hadn't dirtied them. He then let his fingers trail at the edges of the waistband of the boxers you had on. You grimaced slightly as he pulled at your boxers again before leaving you bare on the table. Your face burned a vibrant scarlet and you stared at one of the walls to your side, though you felt him tap your calf for your attention.

"Jus' give me the word and we'll stop. Yeah?"

You nodded shakily but kept your gaze on the wall only to hear him call for a verbal response.

"Not doin' anythin' till I hear it."

You nodded again as you responded, speaking almost under your breath in a seemingly annoyed fashion. "Understood."

"Lovely."

With that you felt him press his middle and pointer finger to the folds of your cunt. His thumb rested lazily on your clit as he dragged his fingers around for a few moments. His fingers slipped into your cunt with little resistance and he found that the blood worked surprisingly well considering he wasn't sure how aroused you were and how much of the slick was yours. You were warm. Felt slicker than he wagered you'd be after an orgasm as well. He then moved his fingers to the base of your cunt before giving one quick swipe upwards, dragging a smear of your blood up with him. You yelped, shot him a confused stare as he laid a hand open-palmed on your abdomen.

"That alright, luv?" He met your gaze for a moment as he rubbed his finger tips to his thumb, feeling your blood in a way that weirded you out. Though what drew a cry of disgust from your lips was when he swiped his fingers across his tongue, tasting your blood. You gagged for a moment and physically cringed as you began yelling about how gross he was. He shushed you quickly for a moment and was cut off by his own barky laugh.

"Again. I'm hearin' a lot of complaints from someone who's needin' somethin' from me. And if you keep yellin' like that, you're probably gonna catch some poor passerby-er's attention."

You begrudgingly gritted your teeth as you turned your gaze away from him and mumbled a half-hearted sigh of acquiescence. "Whatever."

You nodded though and returned to staring up at the ceiling above, an occasional glance at either of the two clocks as they clicked quietly. Your mind wandered for a moment as you attempted to try and keep your mind off of how exposed you felt. The cool air on your cunt only seemed to add to the sensation and you squirmed for a moment more before settling still again. What seemed to summon your attention again was his movement as he crouched down, his hands gripping the outside of your thighs. His face was between your legs and you met his gaze for a moment before you saw him lick a stripe along your folds.

You grunted, moving a hand to lay across your eyes as he dragged his tongue from bottom to top of your sex. You gritted your teeth again and found that your mind traveled to the fact of how unsanitary it all was. You thought of the mess of blood that must've been in his stubble at the moment and you found yourself suppressing a small gag. Despite this, you stayed quiet considering how good it felt. His tongue slipped into your cunt and you squeezed instinctively to which he grunted. A puff of his warm breath hit your cunt, and you heard him mumble softly. As such, you felt the vibrations hit your heart in a way that sparked a rumble in your throat.

Your cunt already ached from your cramps and you found that his tongue was driving you closer to an orgasm than you wagered you would've been otherwise or in regular circumstances. Every lick across your cunt left you fighting your urge to buck against his mouth for more friction, but you quickly found the he seemed to get the message. His hands tightened on your hips and tugged you forward for closer contact as he continued licking, his hawked nose occasionally dragging further in your folds. He wouldn't pretend that it tasted amazing, but the tang of copper on his tongue wasn't something he found particularly offsetting.

You whined softly and he squeezed the malleable flesh of your hips in what you assumed was his attempt at a reassuring fashion. His mouth moved upwards along your cunt, his tongue eventually lapping at your clit. You could more directly see the blood on his lips and stubble now as well as the flecks across his nose. His hands moved from your thighs to the tops of your knees as he began to spread your legs further. You whined softly in return, feeling your muscles ache in return as your breathing hitched.

Your heart hammered in your chest and his eyes seemed hazy as he continued lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated dog at a water bowl. He continued lapping with more intention as he dipped his tongue further between your folds. He could feel his cock grow stiff against his leg and he did his best to ignore it. You were important. This was for you. He resigned himself to fucking his hand after you fell asleep.

You whined softly and moaned from behind your hand as he tugged you closer. The work of his mouth on your clit left you giving a shrill mewl as you came. You heard him grunt in surprise and felt him release your clit which he'd begun sucking on. You saw him blink a few times before licking the discharge from your folds as it made it's way down and mixed with the remaining blood in your folds.

After he finished cleaning the remains of your orgasm, he stood back and looked you over as if to gauge your reaction or wait for any criticism. He criss-crossed his arms and laid his forearms across the tops of your knees and stared down at you before speaking softly. "Y'alright?"

You nodded blearily, half focused on him and half focused on trying to keep some kind of dignified expression again as you spoke. "M' good."

You heard and saw him chuckle before cleaning his face with his hand before wiping it on his pant's leg. He leaned over you for a moment, keeping balance on his forearm before pressing a kiss to your forehead and then pressing one to your lips. A few moments more and you rubbed your mouth absentmindedly for a moment as you looked him over. Your cunt had stopped painfully throbbing and your stomach had stopped coiling in knots for a a moment. Maybe his ex had actually been right about something.

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hi tumblr you get to hear my insane sgdlr ramblings theories whatever about mr vein which mifht be wrong but I DOTN CARE

LINK CLICK SPOILERS . OBVIOUSLY!!!!

ok sooooo first i connected the dots with cheng xiaoshi and vein bc they had the same shadow that dropped from the top left in the anniversary pv’s. most people reacted with “you didn’t connect shit”, but i’m telling you, i connected the dots.

what caught my eye on the shadow thing is that vein’s shadow didn’f have the same circular borders as liu xiao and xia fei who were obviously meant to be the same style. so they deliberately kept it at just the top left (to cover him up also). and did i mention cheng xiaoshi looks like he is trapped behind glass in the anniversary artwork? no i didn’t. i personally think all of the anniversary artworks are supposed to represent a special part of each character (qiao ling stepping out. you know).

i have not fully analysed vein’s outfit design because frankly i’m not sure what else to search up but. i’ll talk about the parts i did find

so. first of all the pattern on his shoulders looks like blood. isn’t rhat fun!

second of all the little knots around his design, i’m pretty sure are ‘round brocade knots’ which represent “balance, completeness, good fortune”. i haven’t made exact ties between that and vein myself yet but it’s worth noting it.

i didn’t find out anything else about his design. the necklace is cut off just perfectly to not be able to see what it is (like liu xiao’s)

anyway. i’m just gonna jump to my theory. i think he is connected to either cheng xiaoshi or the disappearance of his parents!!!! wow. it might sound unlikely i am aware but this is what theories are for.

the biggest reason i came up with this is because we don’t need a new villain. we don’t need to be introduced to someone new when we already have liu xiao. but you know what liu xiao wouldn’t do? GET HIS HANDS DIRTY. at least, most likely, he strikes me as the type to work behind the scenes.

so what other reason would there be to introduce vein? “you could make the same argument for xia fei” well yeah but xia fei is a pushing force in how cheng xiaoshi and lu guang discovered their powers (probably. idk)

okkkk back to vein and cheng xiaoshi’s parents actually. why i think it’s likely they’re either missing because of vein or, if they’re dead, their bodies got disposed of for some reason? it’s because if they were caught in the earthquake THEIR BODIES WOULD BE FOUND BY NOW. at least that’s what makes sense to me lore wise. and i don’t think they would just ghost their child for like 12 years. and because from narrative storytellijg it would make sense if vein was the one that did something. (let me redirect you to pattern that looks like blood on his shoulders)

of course this could all be a red herring but the last time i said something was a red herring it turned out to be true. so i choose to stick to it this time!

the other possibility (or actually, both possibilities could ring true) is that vein was the one who shot cxs. who else would? (feel free to debate lol) i don’t think xia fei would have interest in that after the whole overseas trip business, liu xiao wouldn’t want to do it himself (he’d make someone else do it) and li tianchen is an option but we don’t know if he will be the one to do it in the end. so

i don’t have a good way to end this weird theory bit. if i think of something else i will add it. it has been plaguing at my mind. thank you tumblr user for reading my weird theory rambling and feel free to debate me. if i tjink of anything else myself i will edit and add it

#text #sgdlr #shiguang dailiren #shi guang dai li ren #link click #时光代理人 #you know what? main tags too

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raeygina-george · 3 months

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@gxlexii @knightzp (this one's a bit long sorry) my link click s2 reaction!

(link click spoilers ahead!!)

-i love the way the animation style is shifting to show the chaos and confusion!!!! it looks SO good and conveys emotion so well

-lex u were right this opening is AWESOME

-at first i thought captain qian was possessed by Future Cheng Xiaoshi but i guess his eyes are just naturally yellow adkfjskd

-i knew lu guang would survive ❤️❤️❤️ but DAMN the plot is thickening

-the ending is cool too...... the first season was already so good but the second is really ramping it up so far asjfkjsk

-i love qiao ling

-WHEN CHEN BIN'S WIFE WAS CRYING AT HIS FUNERALLL 😭😭😭😭

-the pink haired person looks really interesting... I'm excited to see what's up with them

-oh god the???? the episode with the pink haired girl's family??????? what the fuck???

-"if i could have forseen all this, i wouldn't have let you experience all this pain" Hello??? (quote from lu guang)

-every time i go "wow this is intense" it just gets more intense.....

-every time i watch the opening i love it more somehow. im obsessed with it, like the song & animation is so good. i imagine it'd be really hard to write a song that sounds good played both normally and in reverse, so im thoroughly impressed

-lu guang just got kidnapped 😭 bro just can't catch a break

-i think cheng xiaoshi is my fav. i like basically everything about him and i wish i had his hair askfjskdkdk

-I LOVE QIAO LING

-OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! the pink haired girl is actually the pink haired boy!!!!!!! that makes a lot of sense haha

-if any of the main 3 get hurt badly again im going to cry

-NOOOOO LI TIANXI!!!!!! cmon i really liked her 😭😭😭

-at one point during the final fight scene w/ captain qian my brother stopped by, said "i hope they get hit by a train" and left. like. hello?

-okay. okay. yeah. fine then. alright. whatever. sure. yeah. fine. okay. sure

-im just gonna like. go cry. the entire last episode was definitely Something

-i Really like it when character's fates are basically set in stone but they bite and kick and scream and fight for a better ending where everyone can be happy

-i really like Everything in this show actually. it aligns with my preferences so well askfjskd

end review: im chewing rocks im banging my head against the wall. head in my hands. i will never be the same

this show was amazing. if u guys have any other recommendations, feel free to send them my way!

#raey spam #reaction post #ik my reactions are sort of vague but like. akdhfkdhfjdhfjdjfkddhdkfhkdjfhdkdjhfkshfjdhfksjfhdjsksjfjdkelskdjsk #hopefully that conveys my feelings towards this show 👍

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thebearemoji · 1 year

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My thoughts on the astarion romance (spoiler: they're not good)

Hoo boy going right from the wonderful bliss of karlach's romance to this.... dark mess of despair was a hell of a whiplash.

So I'm gonna assume if you clicked on that read more that you don't care about spoilers. If that's not true then dont read this. To be clear we're on the same page, astarion has two potential outcomes. You let him complete cazador's ritual and ascend to big boy vampire or you stop him from completing it.

The game made the choice to make a statement with the outcome of astarion's quest. If you don't break the cycle of abuse, then you're perpetuating it. Astarion after completing the ritual is much more cazador than himself. The romance takes this one step further, the only way to continue it if the ritual is completed is to willingly become astarion's spawn. The game implies in no uncertain terms that you will meet the same terrible fate he was so recently trapped in. Cazador's master tortured him. Cazador tortured astarion. One way or another Astarion will torture you.

He even has a line of dialogue after you reject him along the lines of "Of course I'm familiar with love. I would've tormented it out of you until you had nothing left if you'd let me." That's just the start. Just about every line to come out of a romanced evil astarion is stunningly toxic, he pretends to love you, threatens to leave you, all to get you to agree to become his spawn. You can even read his mind to find out he thinks you're degrading yourself by staying with him. It's stunningly dark, and part of me respects the writing for sticking so hard to their guns.

Speaking as a fan of roleplay focused games, this did take me off guard. I'm accustomed to games treating evil choices as options to explore your characters and develop a sense of gray morality. Because... it's a video game for fun and sometimes its fun to do silly pretend evil things and twirl my pretend evil mustache. But bg3 will occasionally treat evil choices as sins that the narrative will punish you for, sometimes immediately, sometimes later down the line. And astarion is undeniably one of these choices. A non romanced evil astarion is fine, i guess. but i know i'm not the only one out there who fell into the trap of thinking astarion could be the other half of my evil power couple.

I don't think this is necessarily inherently bad on its own. It severely reduces any desire I have to ever play an evil character again in this game, which sucks because I love minthara. HOWEVER

I got a bone to pick with the good boy astarion romance too.

So of course after the gut punch of evil astarion romance, I reloaded and made him the same good boy i did on my first play through. The subsequent romance scene is nice, and he gets the same beautiful heart-wrenching catharsis that made me sure he was the one I wanted to romance second in the first place.

But throughout all the later conversations, he keeps returning to this idea that he "seduced" my tav. ??? Where. From where I was standing, act 1 he propositions me for casual sex, my tav says yes. Afterwards he proposes continuing to have casual sex, my tav says yes.

And yet he keeps saying these words "I seduced you, manipulated you, used you." And the fact that he's admitting it is meant to show character growth.

But why is the game so determined to make my tav his victim??? Why are those my only two options? The dialogue choices didn't give me a way to say "you didn't manipulate me, I chose to be with you of my own free will, knowing what you are." There's nothing i can do to flip this narrative that my character was used and wronged, even though i dont believe she was. And that left the romance feeling very polarized, like there are only two lenses with which to view romancing astarion.

You are either his victim that he lies to for a grand majority of the game. he doesn't even like by his own admission, he claims he used you for protection. But he grows to appreciate all you did for him and even love you.

Or his helpless thrall, equal parts a victim but hell at least at that point you're embracing the kink of the whole thing.

Tbh, neither of those really do it for me.

In conclusion, astarion is an amazing character, I'm never romancing him again, and finally,

that is all

#bg3 #astarion #calling him acestarion from now on tbh #real talk if there were an explicitly asexual version of the romance i think that would fix it for me #but alas the game praised for countless polyamory options was too cowardly to include anything from the ace/aro spectrum #me long post

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its-short-for-jackalope · 1 year

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click for quality, she's just a wee bit fuzzy :')

Now that we know exactly when episode 3 is coming, I think it's time to reveal this goofy little thing I've been working on for... a while. 😅 (with tons of feedback and suggestions from the wonderful, incomparable @man-down-in-hatchet-town, of course!)

I think I've seen people make bingo boards like this for other fandoms, and I've been so psyched for TGOA and having an absolute blast tossing theories back and forth in me & Brooke's dms—and sharing some with the rest of you in unreasonably long posts—that I thought it would be a lot of fun to make a little Bingo card with my own predictions for episode 3! some of these I'm really rooting for, but I'm just so excited for a new episode in general.

obviously space is limited, so i had a tough time choosing what to put on here. (special shout-out to "oops... somebody falls off the boat!" which I swapped out after we got the cover art. thanks, Jackie 😂💙) I also feel like some of my selections here might be a little too obvious/guaranteed, but look, guys... I wanted to make sure I had a decent chance of getting at least some of these right, okay???

what, do you think you could do better? 🤨

/jk but, really, I've got a blank card AND a .png of my little anchor stamp below the cut if you want to make your own and play along!!!

and hey, since I've got this handy dandy readmore, I'll also give a quick rundown of how I plan to do this light-hearted lil game.

Unless we do get another transmission or smth that completely confirms/disproves any of my current predictions, my card is locked in. I'm probably not gonna change anything between now and the 24th, and I DEFINITELY won't be changing anything once episode three starts broadcasting.

I'll repost my card before part 1 airs and (hopefully) start a reblog chain with stamped updates after each part goes up. The post will be tagged for spoilers right off the bat!!!

If anybody else wants to fill out a card and play along (please? 🥺💕 it would make my day), y'all can use whatever rules you want, I'm not ur dad lol. get silly with it, make a card full of guesses about what your fave gets up to and no one else, make the craziest guesses, whatever you want! also feel free to tag me! even if it's to show off that you're much better at guessing than I am, lmao. 😁🖤

and hey, maybe I'll do this again with future episodes? even if it's just me and Brooke playing along, lol. making this was fun!

now, without further ado, the blank card and the stamp, which mostly exists because I'm extra and I personally wanted to be able to do more than 'x' out stuff, lol:

#jack jabbers #pulp musicals #matt dahan #pulp musicals bingo #tgoa bingo #pulp musicals episode 3 #the ghosts of antikythera #pulp musicals tgoa #tgoa #pulp musicals theories #pulp musicals theory

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edettethegreat · 10 months

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👀👀

May I get the 411 on what manga you're gushing about? 🤭

ok I’m gonna advertise this to you as well as possible because most of the online reviews of it were review-bombed by dudebros who hate seeing a girlboss win

So the manga is Munou na Nana/Talentless Nana, there’s a 13 episode anime adaptation of the beginning of it, but the anime really only covers the opening stuff

it’s a pretty standard genius vs genius mind games Shonen manga (think Death Note or The Promised Neverland)— EXCEPT it’s almost entirely female-lead. The ratio of important female characters to male characters is the exact opposite of most Shonens. (This becomes more apparent the further you get into the manga, at the beginning the ratio is about even)

now to get into plot stuff. Note that this includes spoilers for things that happen in chapter 1, and if you wanna go into this totally blind then feel free to read chapter 1 and then come back here

(also I’m gonna put in a cut where it gets up to spoilers— if it doesn’t sound interesting by the time you get up to the cut, then click read more and I promise it’ll all become interesting then)

Now onto the general set up for the plot— People suddenly start developing super powers one day, and although it’s very rare, the powers are destructive enough to cause problems. At the same time, these non-human beings(?) referred to as the “enemies of humanity” also appear and start causing harm and destruction.

The government has to come up with ways to make sure that people don’t just go around wrecking everything with their abilities (called “talents”), and at the same time they need a way to handle the enemies of humanity. So they decide to kill two birds with one stone and have the superpowered people (“Talenteds”) handle the supernatural beings.

To do this, they create a school for talenteds so they can properly learn how to fight the enemies of humanity and get some level of formal training

but PLOT TWIST there’s NO SUCH THING as “enemies of humanity” the government MADE THEM UP

and the school is a SHAM so that the government could gather talenteds in one place and just kill them all off.

Because what reasonable government would want this 0.01% of the population who are capable of mass destruction to be roaming around freely.

and so among the students they send one (not talented) assassin whose job is to kill off all the talenteds. And that’s the protagonist of the story. Our lovely girlboss Talentless Nana.

#I feel like I really botched that explanation but in my defense I just woke up and I had a final exam last night so my brain is fried #munou na nana #talentless nana

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Please correct me and let me know if I’m reading this wrong, but I’m kind of getting Auror Harry and Demelza vibes from Sirius and Teagan. They work well together and can fool people into thinking they're a couple on a mission, but they’re just friends in the end.

With everything going on in Brumous, I can’t see him giving her the time of day if he can’t even give it to Marlene. I get the sense his main focus for a while will be Harry and protecting him from Voldemort. I find Sirius to be extremely loyal, so I think once he knows Harry is safe, maybe then he’ll look into his romantic life, but I think he’s the type of guy that would want to make sure things with Marlene are officially over before he moved on. I think there are a lot of unresolved issues, and in order to be truly happy, he needs to either resolve them or come to terms with them. Again, this is my interpretation, and because I see Sirius as someone who really values loyalty and someone who’s not one to give up on someone he loves. Feel free to let me know if I'm wrong. I don't mind at all! I just want to make sure I'm understanding things correctly.

I’m just gonna put this under a spoiler tag because I’m getting so many questions and being aloof is not working. 😂😂😂

I’m serious. Don’t read if you don’t want spoiled. Don’t send me asks about this because I won’t answer them and spoil my thought process for others. I will delete any asks that get into this spoilery information.

Make a comment or message me if you have questions.

I believe Sirius is hyper focusing on Harry in part because he really fucking cares about the kid but it is also allows him to push all of his problems back and not deal with them.

Sirius has a long laundry list of shit he needs to deal with. He’s not interested in having a girlfriend right now. He’s definitely not interested in attempting any sort of relationship with Marlene because that’s another can of worms that he doesn’t have the emotional capacity to even deal with.

But Sirius is lonely. Very lonely. He’s been lonely for a very long time. With Harry back at school and his freedom on his fingertips, I could also see Sirius entering into a very casual relationship with someone he trusts. One where he will ditch her mid-sentence because his kid calls him. One where he will have no qualms if she gets upset with him because his kid needs him and Harry comes first. One where he doesn’t want to even tell Harry about because he’s just looking to not be so fucking lonely night after night after night while Harry is at school.

I’ll be honest. I planned that while Harry was off at Hogwarts, Sirius would let off some steam with a girl for awhile now because the guy needs to let loose under the sheets. He needs a bit of physical touch that he can only get with another adult. Nothing serious. Not a relationship. Just a bit of fun where he could feel normal again and help him work out some of his issues. I had someone already planned for that role and it wasn’t Tegan.

I did not anticipate for Sirius and Tegan to have so much chemistry. I wanted her to play a role in gaining Sirius’ freedom for the Demelza storyline. But the two of them just clicked when I was writing. She seems like the better option of helping Sirius cope a bit than my original one.

But we all know that Sirius isn’t capable of any real relationship right now. Nothing more than a spot of fun. It’s more of a shag buddy situation. It’ll be long over before he leaves for the Horcrux hunt.

The real question is: what happens after the war? Who lives? Who dies? And what kind of mental state is Sirius in after the war and will he or won’t he be ready and finally be able to deal with his issues in order to have a more meaningful relationship?

Will he chose the girl he loved since eighteen whose death nearly destroyed him and knows all of his deep dark secrets and has a lot of baggage?

Will he choose the girl who is a fun and fresh clean slate that he already had a wild and carefree romp with who knows nothing of his darkness?

Will he choose the girl who I originally planned to be his shag buddy?

Will it be a girl who is none of the above?

Nobody knows. Not even me at this point.

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strymes49 · 1 year

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Free Fall Direct - May 2023

Hello, it’s me! The bird drawer guy. Now that Free Fall is in full swing after finishing up Chapter 1 - Terrifying Awakening, I have a few things I want to share regarding the future of the comic! So I thought I would make it all “””professional””” and make it a monthly thing where I talk about some BTS stuff going on with this project! Y’know, for those who give a flying bird.

So let’s get into it!

💜NEW WEBSITE💜

This is what the home page of the new Free Fall website looks like so far! There will be many changes made of course (i sure do love the times new roman at the top). This time it’s made in Neocities, which means no filthy dirty Wix watermark at the top anymore (sorry wix ily but you were trash)! This also means the comic will now be presented in the “normal” way, with each having its own page with arrows to click at the bottom to go to the next or previous page. Before, you just had to scroll down, but Wix wouldn’t load the entirety of Chapter 1 that way, so now it’s unreadable in that state (especially on mobile where the pages kept getting out of order), and I don’t have the energy to try and fight with a mediocre website host >:P

💜ARTWORK?💜

This website will contain a couple of new bonus features aside from the comic. One of them is the Artwork tab (a reworking of the “Art Gallery” tab from the last one). This time it will contain artwork I’ve made in the past (THAT DOESN’T CONTAIN SPOILERS), as well as concept art of the characters, locations, and other fun aspects of the story! I hope that will be a fun gander to look through, especially as more gets added to it with time! There might even be some cut content as well... oooOOhhh!

💜OST?? Like, MUSIC??💜

Oh yeah, like music.

One of my biggest visions for Free Fall was the addition of an original soundtrack that would play while you read (as an optional thing of course, and the ost would be available on youtube as well). And the OST tab would be the place to listen to any track at any time! It should be fairly easy to implement now on the new website! I’ll even put the old Free Fall tracks on my youtube under the “Free Fall Beta” playlist in there as a little bonus for that!

💜But where’s the characters tab, Strymes?? You can’t have a webcomic website without the characters tab!💜

And you’d be right! But it’s still gone, only because you can now access the characters’ “bio cards” right on the home page to learn about the cast! Under “Click HERE to learn about the Cast!” I have posted it before, but here’s a link to it if you’ve never seen it. It’s a little interactive archive of every character introduced in the story (or is confirmed to be in the story) so far: https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1EL9yR7b2e2eOQdZzQreuYrbqPrKfnJPKUGI-Pxh4WUA/edit?usp=sharing So that’s all I have to say about the website so far! It’s coming along and it’s been good learning how to code with HTML. A little daunting and overwhelming and gut-wrenching to get everything working... but good.

💜CHAPTER 2 NEWS💜

Now for the stuff you’re really here for.

This is a quartet of characters who are going to appear in Chapter 2. Who are they... and more importantly WHAT are they? You’ll just have to wait and see, nyeheheheheee >:3 There will of course be more of your favourites from Chapter 1 as well. I think you’re really gonna like Bella in this one XD Learning what I’ve learned from making Chapter 1, this should be a MUCH better paced romp with better writing that gets more to the point, while still having good clean dialogue, as well as better visuals (which you might have seen improved THROUGHOUT chapter 1, as that chapter took MONTHS to make lol). With that being said, it might not reach as MANY pages as chapter 1, but hopefully it will be a much more enjoyable experience overall with fun new characters!

💜IN CONCLUSION...💜

I think that’s it for now. Thank you for reading this far if you are somehow here lmao. It means a lot to me and I couldn’t be more thankful for even having an audience for this in the first place. So thank you thank you thank you. 💜😊With that being said, I’m sorry for not being as active on my socials as I used to be. I think I have less of an attachment to constantly scrolling through Insta and Tumblr these days (and I don’t have twitter to rope me back in anymore so maybe that’s a plus all around). I can assure you I am working on more art slowly but surely. I still have so many WIPS it’s not even funny, but I want to shift focus to artwork that I can truly call... well... art.And that means not just posting an oc drawing like “here you go” just to make sure I’m relevant. I couldn’t care less anymore. I am perfectly satisfied with not trying to please the algorithm at every turn, thank you VERY much.Tangent aside, thank you for reading. I’ll see you guys in June with another one of these! Weehee!

#free fall #freefallwebcomic #strymes #autumn #webcomic #comic #ocs #original character #fantasy #adventure #webcomicupdate #freefalldirect

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liffy-feelin-jiffy · 2 years

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🚨 DAGGER FROM THE MIRROR/ STRANGER IN THE MIRROR THEORY 🚨

This idea has been bugging me for a good while and it’s about time I share. Now I know it’s probably not gonna reach everyone who's a fan of the AO3 crossover series, Dagger from the Mirror - or maybe it will reach all of you - I just need to get this idea off of my chest.

Y’all are probably gonna call me coco for Cocoa Puffs for this, but… What if Rise!Leo… isn’t completely being controlled?

Alright, let me clarify: what if Leo is actually self aware and is plotting against the Kraang whilst still being under their wing?

Yeah, I know, craaaaazy, right? Well let me show you what I have to offer.

Before we begin, let me stress that this is only a theory, and despite the invasive amount of evidence I have provided here today, it doesn’t automatically mean that I’m gonna correctly predict what’s gonna happen later in the story. This all for fun, and I’m not a wizard, guys.

Also ⚠️MAJOR SPOILER WARNING⚠️ for if you haven’t read all of DFTM and its sequel, SITM (Stranger in the mirror). Obviously, I’m gonna take a load of important scenes and incorporate it into my argument of why I believe what I believe.

Alright, so let’s begin…

Let’s think about how he could’ve escaped, first. So Donnie is smart as shit, and because of his major intelligence he was able to recognize his self awareness and free himself from the clutches of the Kraang. Sure, it took a lot of persuasion from 2012 Donnie, but still. Now I know you may not believe me, but Rise!Leo is smart as shit, too, (They are twins after all!) and he’s so smart that it’s frightening because you never see it coming. Everyone always makes him out to be a reckless little goon who’s bound to break his neck doing a flip off of a truck, but we have to remember that in serious situations, Leon doesn’t play around and he calculates his surroundings and actually comes up with a good plan.

Need I remind you that in the first season 2 episode of rise, while everyone had to fight against the feral Shredder, Leo and Splinter were the ones to go down to talk to Big Mama, all the while everybody thought that “Leo’s probably talked himself straight into Big Mama’s dungeon” before cutting to him sitting all pretty and drinking tea and being waited on. Not to mention, Leo basically came up with a remarkably accurate description as to what the bros and April were doing, like how Donnie imputed coordinates, Mikey razzed his tazz, April FINALLY put her crane license to use, and Raph was about to make a plan with the collar Leon got. Leon knows his family like the back of his hand, he practically knows them better than himself. He knows how they function, how they act, what they’re gonna do, meanwhile everyone just assumes the worst about Leo and always get their hopes down, only for Leo to bounce back higher than their expectations could have ever gone. So, yeah, smart as shit.

Now, if you’ve read the bonus chapters within the series - specifically the one where we get a detailed insight as to how the rise turtles were taken under control - Leo is the first one to realize that it was mind control that the Kraang were going to use on them. I know, Donnie said he was aware for a good amount of time too, but he was still the one to break free. We don’t know if Mikey and Raph knew, and they probably didn’t cuz they’re both kinda dumb as rocks (I’m not slandering I love them both).

Leo was given a head start to figuring out that he was being used by people who forcefully kidnapped and endangered his family and plan to endanger the whole city, and even though the Kraang’s control could’ve been strong a first, it would’ve been a matter of time before Leon was able o come to his senses, and all of that had to click when he finally lost his leg.

Donnie said it himself; Both he and Leo were focused on whether or not he’d be useful to the Kraang again. Donnie worked tirelessly to build him a new leg, but in the aftermath of his mind control arc, he couldn’t help but think that the Kraang would’ve disposed of Leon had they decided he was useless. He probably realized this too - during his mind control - and it only confirmed his true suspicions Leon had of the Kraang and how they only viewed him as a pawn.

“BUT LIFFY-“ you might say, and I hear you loud and clear!

“-Leon is still doing all of this other evil stuff; wasn’t HE the one to suggest putting bombs on the “bridge” to prevent the protagonists to go to dimension 18 to get more allies?”

Good question! But, I feel like this just feeds into my argument. Based on the most recent chapter, Rise!Donnie explains that the Kraang are plotting to take over the whole multiverse, but they likely can’t take over dimension 18 because of the bombs. Leon had to have known about this plan because of his high ranking and suggested putting bombs on the dimension 18 gateway in an attempt to protect his home - albeit how reckless it may be. Yes, if triggered, the bombs would cause a chain reaction and blow up the whole bridge - which could also work in his favor with the Kraang being unable to take all those dimensions over too - and he and his family would never be able to go home, but all of his friends and family back in his world would be safe; they would find a way to move on without them, all this Leon believes. We know that Leon is the kind of person who’s willing to turn to drastic measures in order to protect the ones he loves. We’ve seen him sacrifice himself by trapping himself and Kraang in the prison dimension, but it’s not like he would’ve put his family through anything near as bad as the prison dimension, he knew they would’ve been fine. He, his brothers and April could’ve learned to adapt to dimension 12 with their counterparts, and everyone back in their dimension would’ve found a way to survive without them, too.

Of course, this idea had to have sprouted so early on during Leo’s time with the Kraang, but since time moves so much faster in Dimension X, the span for Leo losing his leg and starting to plot against the Kraang would’ve surely already happened in time for the chapter where the good side fights the Kraang and Controlled Mikey and Raph at the docks, where the explosives were.

“BUT LIFFY!”

Yes?

“What about the way that Leo keeps giving the Kraang advice to their army? Eventually becoming commander and what not?”

Pardon me, but when one has great persuasive abilities and clever thinking skills fit for a leader, how do you expect a slider with such abilities to not put them to good use? Also, please don’t tell me that you think that trying to get on the goodest of good sides of your enemy is a bad idea?? Man, I pray for you, buddy.

“BUT LIFFY! Leon put a tracker device in Rise!Donnie because he knew he was going to break free of the control and join the other side. How can he be working against the Kraang if he’s putting his brothers and friends in danger of being found?”

This is a very good question, and for a while I had no answer to it even though it had been the top question in my mind. But now, after internally arguing with myself and examining the clues that I can remember from both fics, I think I finally got it.

Sure, everyone was aware of the fact that the city was gonna be swamped with a giant mutagen gas bubble that everyone can enter but no one can leave, but this wasn’t until after they got Rise!Donnie back and he had to tell it to them straight to their faces. It’s not long after he does so does the lair get invaded and Splinter gets kidnapped by Kraang subprime and his entourage, all because of the tracking device in Donnie. Because of that, the team was left with no lair, and no lair leaves them vulnerable. There was nowhere else in the city for them to go, so at that point they had no choice but to flee.

To flee from both their enemies and the mutagen bubble.

Leon saw the bubble coming, but he didn’t know if the team had known about it so he had to give them some sort of reason to get them on their feet and skedaddling for the hills so that they wouldn’t get mutated, and because he knew that Donnie was going to break free from control, and make his way back with their counterparts’ side, he put the tracking device in Donnie to reveal the lair and run them out. Leon knew that they were able to hold their own pretty well against a couple of measly Kraang soldiers, and they would eventually catch on to the fact that they were being tracked and figure out a way to disable it. It would also explain why he was so unfazed when they did so and got tired of regular Leo going on about it; “it’s fine! It’s going according to plan! Quit nagging me, you’re not my mom! I never even had a mom to begin with!”

Also, one more thing, the fact that Leon states that he knew his brother was going to break free of the control gave him an alibi to do so without looking suspicious and also implying that he knows he can do it too. What’s to say he hasn’t already done so?

Anyways, what are your thoughts? Have any back up claims or counter arguments you’d like to add? Leave ‘em in the comments, I wanna see!

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the TMNT #TMNT 2012 #2012 TMNT #save rottmnt #dagger from the mirror #Stranger in the mirror #tmnt fanfiction #TMNT au #Leonardo #hamato leonardo #hamato donatello #Donatello #Donnie #teenage mutant ninja turtles #TMNT dagger from the mirror #TMNT stranger in the mirror #TMNT theory

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Rebranded - 9.2(Extra) - Returning Home

We officially meet our future love interest(spoiler :p) This is just her perspective of the events from the previous part.

Word Count: 1,257

A tired sigh escaped the woman as she made her way to the entrance of her home. Balancing the groceries on one arm, she inserted the key into the lock to let herself in.

A loud click signaled to her that she was free to enter her home. As such she pushed the door open, flipped on the lights, then made her way inside.

After having been away for so long, it was nice to be home.

What made her return even nicer, was the fact that her home was clean.

She had been gone for a long, long time. Making arrangements for a housekeeper to visit her home had been tedious.

Admittedly their behavior had made her think that no one would be sent out to maintain the home. So finding the house in such a clean state came as a pleasant surprise.

While the air inside was a bit stagnant and musty, it was nothing that a few cracked windows wouldn’t fix.

That could wait, though. A bit of stagnant air wouldn’t kill her.

For now, her focus was on dealing with her last few errands so that she could go to bed.

It had been a long day. A long day mostly full of driving while suffering from the jet lag of her recent plane ride.

Next on the agenda; getting the groceries put away. That and making sure that the essential people knew that she had made it home safely.

She knew how to kill two birds with one stone. So she pulled her phone from her pocket and placed it upon the countertop beside her groceries. A few taps on the screen and the desired party was being called. She went about her business as she waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

“”Did you make it back okay?“” The faintly distorted voice of the man on the other side of the line sounded off abruptly, making it clear that they had finally managed to answer their phone.

“I made it back alive. That count?” The woman replied in turn, unpacking her groceries from the plastic bags she had brought them home in.

“”Ayala I’m getting some weird static on my end. Everything alright?“” The man inquired, a clear note of concern evident in his voice. The woman reacted to this by offering a tired laugh.

She stopped messing with her groceries in order to make it easier for him to hear her.

“Just putting away some groceries, Logan. Everything’s fine.” Ayala explained, taking a moment to lean her arms against her counter so that she could try to rub the sleepiness out of her eyes.

“”Groceries. Yes. Good. Yaa-aaaa - alright, real quick - real talk. You feeling alright? Any jet lag? Is the house okay? Did they ever send that housekeeper out to make sure the place was clean?“” Logan inquired, shooting off a whole mess of questions in quick succession as they popped into his mind. The rapid fire questioning only proved to coax an additional tired laugh from the woman, who allowed herself a moment to lay her chest down upon the counter.

“Logan, I’m fine. Just some standard jet lag, so y’know. I am a little tired. But the house is fine. Inside is pretty clean, so it looks like they sent that housekeeper. Would’ve been nice for them to get back to me about it, though. I really thought I was about to come inside and a family of dust bunnies gettin’ busy.” Ayala responded, cracking something of a joke towards the end. Her joke thankfully didn’t fall on deaf ears, given the slight chuckle that sounded over the line.

“”Yeah, well, that’s good at least - but hey, I’m gonna have to let you go. It's a quarter to midnight and a certain someone might have a cow if they catch me on the line with you. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow.“” Logan stated, quickly establishing that he needed to get off the phone before his spouse caught him on the line. Having been informed that his friend had indeed made it home safe, he would finally be able to sleep.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let them bully you too much now. Goodnight~” Ayala mused, teasing her friend just a bit before pressing that magic button to end the call. With that task done, she resumed putting away the groceries.

She hadn’t bought much. A gallon of milk, some meat, and some vegetables. She had just made a quick stop at a small shop along the way to make sure she’d have something in her house to eat for breakfast. After having spent so long on the road, there was absolutely no rush in getting back in the car first thing in the morning. So she’d made sure to grab enough to give her the chance to decompress at home.

Once that was over and done with, the last task of the night was to go ahead and let a bit of fresh air in. The musty air had admittedly started to get to her. For as clean as the house looked, it certainly smelt as if it hadn't had a proper clean in months.

First she cracked open the small window in the kitchen. She had to use a key to do so. The mechanical locks all needed to be manually unlocked.

With the kitchen window open, she proceeded to make her way towards the living room.

Given that trying to find a key hole in the dark was all but impossible, she naturally turned on the light. Then something peculiar caught the corner of her eye. Just as she flipped the switch she spotted it.

Slight movement caught her attention.

She turned, expecting to spot a bug or maybe even a rat scurrying up the wall. But that was not what she encountered.

Admittedly, she struggled to process exactly what it was.

At first she thought it was some sort of statue. Not that a statue would have any reason to be in her house.

Then came the terrifying realization of what she was looking at.

Not a statue, but a machine. A machine that had no business being in her home. The urge to scream rose in her throat as she locked eyes with the animatronic.

Then came the pain.

She found herself laying face down upon the cold, unforgiving wood of her Livingroom floor.

An intense pain resonated from her arm.

From her chest.

At first she thought that she’d only been winded. Knocked down by the sudden movement of the machine as it reacted to her presence. Then she became acutely aware of the fact that she could not breathe.

There was an intense pressure on her chest.

She had not fallen. Something unseen was holding her down. She panicked, rightfully so, but there was nothing she could do. Whatever it was that had restrained her, it held firm.

She could not move.

Her heart rate increased as her vision became spotty.

She could see the unknown machine moving beside her. She could hear it speaking, but in her panic she could not focus on the words.

The voice changed. Her ability to hear became distorted by the lack of air.

For a moment, she thought there might be two voices.

But it was so hard to focus on anything beyond the urge to breathe.

The pain in her arm quickly became a figment of her own imagination as the suffocating feeling overwhelmed her.

Building and building.

Agonizing.

Then.

Nothing.

#Rebranded #Rebranded AU #Rebranded Storyline #Daycare Attendant #Sundrop #Moondrop #FNAF #fnaf:sb #FNAF AU #FNAF Security Breach #Ayala

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lemonnngrass · 2 years

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Oh Stanley, you didn't just activate the controls, did you?

After they kept you enslaved all these years, you go and you try to take control of the machine for yourself, is that want you wanted? Control?

Oh...Stanley. *sigh* I applaud your effort, I really do, but you need to understand; there's only so much that machine can do.

You were supposed to let it go, turn the controls off, and leave.

If you want to throw my story off track, you're gonna have to do much better than that. I'm afraid you don't have nearly the power you think you do; for example, and I believe you'll find this pertinent:

Stanley suddenly realized that he had just initiated the network's emergency detonation system. In the event that this machine is activated without proper DNA identification, nuclear detonators are set to explode, eliminating the entire complex.

How long until detonation, then? Hmm...let's say, um...two minutes.

Ah, now this is making things a little more fun, isn't it, Stanley? It's your time to shine! You are the star! It's your story now; shape it to your heart's desires.

Ooh, this is much better than what I had in mind! What a shame we have so little time left to enjoy it.

Mere moments until the bomb goes off, but what precious moments each one of them is! More time to talk about you, about me, where we're going, what this all means...I barely know where to start!

What's that? You'd like to know where your co-workers are? A moment of solace before you're obliterated?

Alright. I'm in a good mood. You're going to die anyway. I'll tell you exactly what happened to them: I erased them. I turned off the machine; I set you free.

Of course, that was merely in this instance of the story. Sometimes when I tell it, I simply let you sit there in your office forever, pushing buttons endlessly and then dying alone. Other times, I let the office sink into the ground, swallowing everyone inside; or I let it burn to a crisp.

I have to say this, though, this version of events has been rather amusing. Watching you try to make sense of everything and take back the control wrested away from you...it's quite rich. I almost hate to see it go!

But I'm sure whatever I come up with on the next go around will be even better.

My goodness! Only 34 seconds left...but I'm enjoying this so much! You know what? To hell with it. I'm going to put some extra time on the clock; why not!

These are precious additional seconds, Stanley. Time doesn't grow on trees!

Oh, dear me, what's the matter, Stanley? Is is that you have no idea where you are going or what you're supposed to be doing right now? Or did you just assume when you saw that timer that something in this room is capable of turning it off?

I mean, look at you, running from button to button, screen to screen, clicking on every little thing in this room! These numbered buttons! No! These coloured ones! Or maybe this big, red button! Or this door! Everything! Anything! Something here will save me!

Why would you think that, Stanley? That this video game can be beaten, won, solved? Do you have any idea what your purpose in this place is? Hahaha, heh, Stanley...you're in for quite a disappointment.

But here's a spoiler for you: that timer isn't a catalyst to keep the action moving along. It's just seconds ticking away to your death. You're only still playing instead of watching a cutscene because I want to watch you for every moment that you're powerless, to see you made humble.

This is not a challenge. It's a tragedy. You wanted to control this world; that's fine. But I'm going to destroy it first, so you can't.

Take a look at the clock, Stanley. That's 30 seconds you have left to struggle. Thirty seconds until a big boom, and then nothing. No ending here, just you being blown to pieces. Will you cling desperately to your frail life, or will you let it go peacefully?

Another choice! Make it count. Or don't. It's all the same to me. All a part of the joke. And believe me, I will be laughing at every second of your inevitable life, from the moment we fade in until the moment I say: Happily Ever Af-

(explosion cuts him off)

the autism and the add saw the word stanley and a silly guy has a busted lip now frm tryna not scream:3

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welcome home!! 💜💞

Also this is your free chance to pretty please go on a full long ramble to your heart's content about the concert and everything else too :3

Love you bunches!!

Thank you!! 😊💖(if anyone wishes to see some of my concert photos- pls click keep reading~) *there will be spoilers to the setlist*

Thank you for allowing me to ramble about this- I apperciate it sm- I think I'd have to do a whole other ask to talk about all the things I saw in NYC- because there's a lot but for now I'll happily tell you my highlights w/photos from the tbz concert- And oh god - ik it's been a little since you sent this but like I have sm i want to talk about and I finally wrote down some highlights in my daily journal (i'm like 5 days late on atp) So this is gonna be all over the place but I'll add little pictures for it to make sense :)

So I got VIP 2 benefits- which my mom and I both got- I got Sangyeon ID & Sunwoo pc and mom got Sunwoo ID and Sunwoo pc- I traded her the Sang ID for Sw- and then someone wanted a sunwoo pc and had a hyunjae pc- and well- Hj happens to be one of my wreckers so I traded for him- and then as mom and I were on that corner (everyone wanted younghoon there on that corner- there was no way i could have gotten him sadly- but that's okay) I move over and someone is handing out bracelets- I got a Younghoon one and mom got a Tattoo one- someone wanted a Sunwoo ID for a Juyeon- and I traded- well later in the real line- I traded Juyeon ID for Q ehbebhbha- I had to- that's the ult versus the bias yknow? So both mom and I got a bias id and a wrecker pc hehe~ And then they came back around with the bracelet bag and i got a Juyeon luvr one and I went around- and got a Juyeon flower! it was so cute-

I went down and got merch- my mom can't do stairs so in a convoluted way she made her way to our seats- and we had made 4 friends? well 3 that we exchanged socials with- and I was hopingggg for a Younghoon doll & a tshirt- I was with a fellow yh bias btw- and well the tshirts and hats and the eric doll sold out- but I got the Younghoon puppy along with a younghoon post card and pc~ that would later be used in the vcrs... my god those vcrs- *they looked so good in them*

Anyways!! Onto the show- At first I was sure that I wouldn't scream, and I didn't really- I was more so "OOOH!? WOaH! Awww" And gasping- outside of singing- but then Kim Younghoon did the unforgiveable... He brushed his hair back- which made me melt and then on fucking Watch It- he... he dropped his jacket- and all of the sudden even tho my voice was shredded before that- (listening back to the audio my screams really weren't as loud as my throat felt like they were ebhebhbhaa) I was just "WAHHHHH!!" *breath* "WAHHHH" and it was so funny to hear- and then I melted into my mom- and it was over for me- I couldn't stop letting out little screams esp with the people around me screaming- I was done for- *i panned that camera so fast to get that large screen cause I was about to become shaky and jelly faster than comprehension* the last image happened before and would take place just before the sw jacket moment below :)

But then ughhh I'll never be over how cute Changmin was- he kept fucking blowing kisses to the crowd and being adorable- and his dimple!??!?! It's so deep... I'll never forget it- He wore this tight shirt with a crop jacket and left me absolutely melting away- and him performing levitating and reveal- I was ascending and levitating and leaving this plane- *the differences are stark :)*

Juyeon with slicked back hair and just ?!?!? His outfits were just so good- and he had the cutest yankees' hat on- I didn't know it at first and then he... he flipped it around to show us before flipping it to wear it sideways... he endeared me sm- and him doing the time of dogs and wolves- part with hj was sososososo good-

All three of my biases blew my ass away- they were just so handsome- sure I knew that prior but like in person it was just seeing 11 stunning men and 3 that we're even more...

Now... um well... I've been having wrecker problems with Choi Chanhee... bad ones *as you kind of know*... ever since I watched the Idol Radio in Yokohama with Kebbi- I've been a mess for him- but seeing him in this?? *see below* but this ebhebhbhabha the blouse- sent me to new planes of existence- I truly was as the song they performed- levivtating- losing my goddamn mind- and he was just so handsome and pretty and i couldn't handle my heart one bit-

And Kevin? He was so cute during d.d.d and thrill ride because he kept showing us his jersey with the yankees- now sadly I couldn't hear a word he said past a few- because the people behind me were screaming endlessly for him... *and I was 29 rows back* but then... someone proposed to their deobi... and at first- I was ??? "Kevin you're asking someone to marry you in nyc??? no prior announcements?" [not that I would have minded I was just surprised tbh] and i could hear the people saying behind me "what the fffffuccckkkk" and then the camera panned to show the couple and i was 🥺🥺🥺 it was so cute- idk how it all worked but it was sweet-

Anyways: My favorite title track is The Stealer and seeing that performed was just my dream- and I had sm fun- and I was on such a D.D.D kick (& KeePer kick but they didn't play that...) that not only did it make sense they perform since it was filmed in nyc but like hearing it was just so fun to jump to- Fantasize?! I thought I hallucinated them playing this- but they did- and I was having sm fun to it- Fire Eyes as an encore was so cute *also where the proposal happened*- Right Here!??! Considering that was my last album purchase I was absolutely losing it- Survive The Night- is just such a beautiful song- The Stealer read above- BITE BACK?!?!?HJBEHEBHBHA THAT NEW UNRELEASED TRACK?!?!? OOOHHH MYYY GOOODDDDD I'M GONNA BE BLASTING THAT FOR MY WHOLE SMALL TOWN TO HEAR *sorry I'm so normal for that... "if you take a bite then i bite back" oohhh yeah that was tooooo goooddddddd- Levitating as you've read- I lost my mind too :) Hurt Me Lesss!?!??! I just loved absolutely completely- I loved the It's Live and hearing it live was just so beautiful esp with their soft outfits on- (Juyo had such a cute cardigan on)

I wore this "Watch It" One Take SBS Inkigayo inspired outfit there and I only got one halfassed photo of it- and I'm so sad about it but I have many photos of my decorated deobi lightstick (heart byong bong)- and not many decorated theirs sadly- but I'm happy because it's cute~

Extra photos~ One of my three dancing together hehe~ (It's weird because now I won't be saying my three soon... it'll be the four? what am i trying to form a quartet here?) One of Bite Back- I adored the graphics smsmsmsmsmsm- and then ofc 1 of their ending bow 🥺🥺

These following Sunwoo moments would have hurt if Changmin, Younghoon, Juyeon, and Chanhee didn't have my neck already- but we have him biting a bottle cap- and him dropping his jacket *which happened after yh brushed his hair back so I didn't even know I had captured this photo tbh* and would lead to Yh showing off in the next song Watch it with his arms... cheeky...

#tbz in nyc #photos all by me #*I could water mark em but idc*#kate rambles #how i wish i could go to [nyc] again #zeneration ii in nyc #usually i don't use official tags but since these are photos of tbz i took i figure i should #anyways i hope it let's me post this many photos and doesn't get messed up- if so i'll just add em by reblogging it tbh #anyways #thanks anna!#seriously i could go on but these are some highlights #i love these little guys #and it's surprising to me how deeply i've fallen for their music but now that i have i can't ever understand why it didn't happen sooner #i love em...#Kate saw tbz #i cannot wrap my head around that fact but I did #lovely mutuals #lovely mutuals asks

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voidedparts · 1 year

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As penance for my crimes, which include reblogging spoilers that you cannot click and stealing your socks, I offer this:

[You are handed a small card. It reads: Free Ramble Coupon.]

You are now permitted to infodump about something- right here, right now :)

Alright you heard him. Buckle up because I'm about to nerd out regarding the first episode of the Sandman on netflix. (Also, spoiler warning, if that's needed <3)

This episode is beautiful. I'm gonna start with that. There are so many shots that are just so beautiful. Shout out to the cinematographer because they did a great job. Not only is it beautiful visually (and it follows the comic!) the monologue by Dream at the beginning is so so so good. His voice is exactly correct. It's got that deep, sort of rumble-y buzz. It's otherworldly, it communicates he's not human, and establishes the world very nicely. THE SHOT WITH JESSAMY AS THE LANDSCAPE SHIFTS TO THE DREAMING! ITS SO COOL! ITS SO PRETTY! ITS SO PERFECT! Its subtle too, so at first you don't notice it, but then you're like "Wait a second!"

Skipping ahead a bit because I can, basically there's this gentleman who goes to this big house to see "The Magus", who is an occultist trying capture Death.

This guy brings a book which the magus needs to perform the spell.

Meanwhile we see Dream in the waking world in pursuit of the rogue nightmare the Corinthian, who is killing people! When Dream shows up there's a nice dialogue between the two bathed in the yellow headlights of a car, and just as the Corinthian is disintegrating into sand, Dream is summoned by the occultist!

This shot is super pretty with the blues and golds. It also looks like sand or dust!

This is nearly a direct recreation of an image from the comics, which is so striking and beautiful. It's one of my favorite shots from this episode!

So they steal all his stuff, straight up robs him, takes his clothes and everything. Also up to this point, we haven't seen Dream's face yet! which is very interesting.

Anyway with Dream captured, some sleeping people won't wake up, which does a lot of damage to the Dreaming and the waking world.

Corinthian shows up, the opportunist he is, to tell tell the magus how to make sure Dream doesn't escape by building a glass sphere around him to contain his physical form. This is such an interesting sort of prison, and it makes for some very pretty visuals.

(I'm going to talk about shots with the sphere a lot, it's so pretty. I mean look at them!)

Anyway when the magus comes to ask Dream for things, when he says "I know who you are, Dream of the Endless," Dream opens an eye. This is another of my favorite shots

He looks very not human here, the glow in the eye in think contributes to that. (Its hard to see in the gif but its there) All through the one sided conversation as the magus talks at Dream, they cut back to this shot, unmoving, unspeaking, unblinking. There's a cold, sharp anger in his gaze.

Only when the magus leaves and his young son is still standing there does Dream lift his head to look at the boy.

Like come on, this is one of those shots.

Here's another, when the magus' son (older now, time has passed) goes down to "watch Dream" while they wait for the real guards to show up.

So Alex (the magus' son) is feeling bad that they have had Dream trapped all this time, and is apologizing for his father's actions, and Dream is just sort of regarding him with this expression that reads (to me) as "foolish human, you have no idea what damage your father has caused humanity and my realm. If you were actually sorry you would free me and return my tools."

Alex even confesses that he would let him out if he could, which causes this almost imperceptible change in Dream's expression, almost like hope? But then the magus catches Alex. :(

Rararra, the magus is all irate at Alex, Jessamy shows up at the window (having evaded death since Dream's capture), and the magus is like "alright, Alex, you shoot the bird."

Now it's a rescue mission. Jessamy manages to sneak into the house and starts a fire using one of the magus' matches. All this time I'm so sure Dream can sense what Jessamy is trying to do and for the first time I think he has hope that he can escape.

The fire causes the guards to go upstairs, so Jessamy can fly down into the cellar to where Dream is.

And now for the most awful scene I've ever witnessed (in a good way). I'm not including a gif because its a little gorey.

Basically Jessamy is pecking at the glass, Dream is looking at her, there is hope, the music is swelling...

and bang. Blood. Everywhere. Jessamy is dead. There is silence. Dream looks like he's in shock. It's sort of the first time we see him display such a strong emotion. There's blood all over the sphere.

And when Alex goes to pick up the bird carcass, we see Dream's expression.

There are tears in his eyes, but there is also an anger, below the surface, a disgust almost. I don't think he really hated his captors prior to this, I think it was more like an annoyance, and inconvenience, and irritation, but not hatred.

After this though, he is so upset. We can tell, but it is a cold, pointed, razor sharp anger, frigid and deadly.

There is actually something to be said about the sphere being the cause of so much death, because later on Alex accidentally kills his father because he hit his head on the glass too hard. Very interesting point.

in the same scene as when the magus dies, there's this cool shot of Alex reaching out to Dream, as if to be like "enough is enough". Faintly, muffled, you can hear the guards go "don't do it! He'll kill us!" And then breaking through the muffled sound "what would your father say?" And that snaps Alex out of it.

(I've run out of gif slots on mobile at this point noooo, it'll have to be images only.)

So Alex doesn't let him go. He says "I need to think" but he doesn't do anything about it.

(Also the magus' mistress steals Dreams tools from the safe they were kept in, and runs away.)

Alex takes his new lover Paul to see Dream and beg that if they let him out that he will not kill them. Very cool shot. I love the layering.

Dream tells us via monologue that he could not forgive them for murdering his raven, which is why he could not promise not to harm them. :(

Time passes and now Alex and Paul are much, much older.

Alex is like, "All I wanted was to be rid of you rararara." And Paul is like, "Come dear, lets get you to bed." and has a wheelchair for him. This is important because it is Paul who actually allows Dream his freedom, via scuffing the binding circle that was keeping Dream prisoner with the wheel of the wheelchair.

He even sort of stops and looks back at Dream with this resigned, knowing look.

Dream leaks into the dream of one of the security guards, tricks him into shooting the glass and shattering it.

This is such a good shot by the way.

All part of the plan baby.

He blows sand into the faces of the guards, making them fall asleep, and then escapes through a glowing blue and white portal back into the world of dreams in a shot that is a mirror of an image from the comic.

Before he can go home though, he goes into the dream of Alex, and gives him a little heart attack.

I love all the blue hues associated with Dream. It's hard to see in some of the gifs but a lot of the scenes in the sphere have a blue and gold hue.

Dream gives Alex the gift of eternal slumber, and then returns to the Dreaming, but he doesn't have his tools (the helm, the sand, and the ruby), which leads into the arcs of future episodes.

So yeah! That's me talking about how much I love the visuals of the first episode of the Sandman. This is a great show, though it is rated MA for good reason (looks at episode five in horror).

Thanks to Taiga for sponsoring my ramble. I'd love to do more ramblings like this in the future!

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